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sminny-wew · 1 year

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Idk why but I really like the idea of Eddie specifically being a former human who somehow got turned into a puppet. I’m not holding my breath for it to ever be canon, but something about his design just strikes me as more human-looking than the rest of the cast (Poppy, Barnaby, and Howdy are all animals, Sally’s a star, Julie’s a monster, Frank has a tube head, Wally doesn’t have a nose or eyebrows) so I wrote up a quick drabble about it inspired by these doodles by @sweetest-honeybee

[NOTE: I used he/they pronouns for Frank here]

“Eddie...?”

Eddie stopped and looked back at Frank. “Yeah?”

“I...” Frank began to speak, but trailed off. “No, nothing.”

Eddie smiled and began to turn away.

“Wait!”

Eddie turned back around. He looked at Frank, whose arm was outstretched to him. Frank’s arm pulled back slightly, and his face scrunched into a mix of sadness and nervousness.

“I...I can’t leave your side!” said Frank. “Not now, not after everything!”

Eddie’s brows raised in genuine confusion. “Huh? But I thought you said it was better for you to stay behind with the others, while I go back where I came from by myself?” Eddie asked.

Frank brought their hands to his chest and looked down, fingers nervously intertwined with each other.

“Eddie...” Frank began, “The truth is...I do want to follow you! I can’t bear the thought of being that far from you!! But I also know you have to go back, b-because that’s where you belong!!! B-b-but without you I--I-I don’t--I--!!!!”

Suddenly, Frank’s head began to spin in a dizzy blur of emotions. Eddie had seen this before: whenever Frank got too angry or too nervous, their head would begin to spin like crazy. Luckily, Eddie also knew how to stop it.

With careful timing, Eddie gently brought Frank’s head to a stop by cupping it in his large, warm hands. Frank’s head went completely still, his mind focused only on the touch of Eddie’s hands. They felt like warm, cozy mittens.

“Easy there, love,” said Eddie. “I’m here, I got you. Now I want you to tell me, as calmly as you can, why you think you can’t go with me. You think you can do that?”

With his jumbled mind beginning to settle down, Frank nodded slowly. “Y-yes, I think so.”

Eddie began to remove his hands, but Frank’s own quickly clamped down onto them, pressing them back into place on their head. They looked into Eddie’s eyes pleadingly.

“P-please, don’t let go yet,” said Frank. “I’m afraid I might lose my head again.”

At that, Eddie smiled warmly and said, “I won’t.”

Frank’s fingers relaxed and curled over Eddie’s, grounding him to the reality of the moment. He and Eddie never stopped looking at each other.

“Eddie,” Frank finally explained, “Wherever you’re from, you’re not a puppet there. You only turned into one when you came to Home. Logically speaking, if you were to leave Home, you should turn back into...well, whatever your original self was. But, if I go with you--if I even can go with you--there’s no telling what could happen to me. Would I change like you? Would I stay a puppet? Would I even still be alive? Would we remember each other?”

Eddie’s brows furrowed. He hadn’t even considered any of that. It was already overwhelming enough for him to finally remember where he came from: a place so far removed from Home and the rest of the neighbors that the people there didn’t even look like his neighbors. There, Eddie was taller, softer, and hairier. He had extra fingers and needed to breathe all the time, or else he’d die. His people died. They aged, always in a constant state of changing, never in a fixed form like his neighbors. Like Frank said, Eddie wasn’t a puppet; he was something else. He was like the strange, unknown, five-fingered creatures that lurked below. He was like You.

“I...I’m scared, Eddie,” Frank continued. “Scared of...of change, and...of holding you back...”

Eddie raised his brows.

“Holding me back?” he asked. “From what?”

Frank’s eyes looked down gloomily. “From the life you deserve.”

Eddie’s heart--that was right, he had a real, beating, blood-pumping heart amid all that felt--sank and ached in his chest. Everything about Eddie’s being, physical and emotional, hurt right now. But the sight before him? Frank’s sad and fearful face? That hurt Eddie worse than anything else.

“Now listen here,” said Eddie, and he began to gently rub his thumbs against the side of Frank’s head, where their temples would be if he were...whatever Eddie was. “You ain’t holding me back from nothing, you hear?”

Eddie carefully slipped his left hand away from Frank’s head, but kept it within Frank’s line of sight. His right hand continued to cradle Frank’s head.

“You see this here ring?” Eddie asked, gesturing with his head to the ring that sat comfortably on his middlemost finger. “This ain’t no pity ring. I made a promise to love you, through good times and bad, in sickness and in health. That’s why I married you: because I love you, love. And puppet or not, I want to be your husband for the rest of my life, even if I never see you again. Because when I wear this ring, it says, ‘sorry, folks, but I belong to Frank Frankly.’”

Frank trembled slightly, and Eddie returned his left hand to its spot on their head.

“Do you mean that?” asked Frank.

Eddie nodded. “I do.”

Frank’s tense unibrow softened, and his frown shifted into a small smile. “It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve said those words to me, my dear.”

Eddie suddenly broke into a big, goofy laugh. His big, strong, warm mitten hands left Frank’s head and lifted them off of their feet. Eddie began to twirl Frank around in the air, and the sudden gesture, combined with Eddie’s heartfelt words, caused Frank’s smile to grow as well, leaving them both laughing happily.

The two continued to laugh gaily, even after Eddie set Frank down. Both kept their arms embraced within each other’s, the intimate moment lasting even as their laughter died down. They both stood like that for what felt like a good, long while. Eddie kept his eyes on Frank’s smile, while Frank kept his eyes closed and took in the sound of Eddie’s breathing.

Eventually, Eddie shifted his hands away from Frank’s arms to hold his hands. Frank opened their eyes, giving Eddie their full attention.

“Now I’ll tell you what, love,” Eddie said, “I don’t know if...whatever brought me to Home will let me leave, or if it’ll let us all leave together, but I ain’t leaving without you, neither, Frank. Not if I can help it. And like I said before: puppet or not...”

Eddie pulled a single hand away to tip his postman hat.

“...I’d be plumb honored to live out the rest of my days with my partner by my side.”

Frank’s eyes swelled with emotion. “Oh, Dearest!”

Frank pulled Eddie back into an embrace, Eddie following suit, and the two continued to stand there, felt arm in loving felt arm, foreheads resting comfortably against each other. They almost looked like they were dancing.

Maybe the pain would never stop hurting. But as long as Frank Frankly and Eddie Dear had each other, they both knew everything would be okay. They would make sure of it.

Because no script could rewrite a love like that.

#welcome home #eddie dear #frank frankly #frankly dear #artsy fartsy #just stretching the old writing muscles. this was a fun little personal exercise c:

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ask-the-totally-real-peppino · 1 year

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(Hey just gonna call myself a shy theorist to differentiate from the other anons)

So based on what we currently know of Pep's possible past and the newly added content warnings, here's my theory. (That might as well be it's own story. I did not realize that I would write this much. Feel free to idk screen shot or copy this ask and put it under a read more)

So, Bruno, he's an anxious Italian man who runs his own pizzeria with his spouse. He's pretty content with life, his business is doing okay and he's in a pretty good relationship. Life was good.

Then came Pizza Head.

So Pizza Head comes and he goes on about striking a deal or whatever to get the place for himself. Bruno refuses, it's their passion. It's both of their dreams to own and run a pizzeria. They would never do it.

Pizza Head (to everyones surprise) leaves.

And for a while nothing much happens, except one day his spouse goes missing.

He's just straight up panicking, there's no note, no anything. Why would they leave him?

Days, weeks, maybe even months pass, but even after the authorities are called and he's spent many long hours searching, he couldn't find them.

His thoughts at that point are... well let's just say they're not exactly good. Part of him blames himself for it. The other part suspects Pizza Head, but it's not like he can find him.

His pizzeria is pretty much in shambles, he hasn't been taking care of himself, and he's... close to giving up.

So perfect time for Pizza Head to come right back.

He makes a different deal. Tells Bruno that he knows where his spouse is and would lead him exactly to where they are only if Bruno gives him his pizzeria.

He agrees.

He goes to this strange tower with him. Up an elevator. To find... an exact replica of his pizzeria in this tower?

At that point he's uneasy, but still reluctantly follows him into the pizzeria.

He sees their silhouette and runs to them.

Only to realize a bit too late that he's been tricked. Lied to.

They've been dead this whole time.

And he's too shocked with grief to realize what happens next.

Pizza Head kills him.

...

Well, he can't say it wasn't worth it. The business was pretty good while it lasted, but there's competition.

Some other Italian guy opened up a place close to his tower.

And maybe you're asking why he doesn't just do the same thing? Maybe even just kill the guy, no giant lazer required.

Look, doing the same thing to this guy would be pretty boring.

So he decides to have some fun.

Besides, he needs a use for that body and that whole pizzeria in the fourth floor.

They surprisingly have a lot in common. Maybe he can play around with that.

Good thing most of his body's intact.

(So yeah Pizza Head makes a copy of Peppino using Bruno's body as a base of sorts, which explains the memories and stuff)

(So Pep is mostly Bruno's body with a mix of different animals' DNA, mostly because he kinda ran out of stuff and had to substitute a bit.)

(Everything else in his brain was taught to him, the backwards speech is there mostly as a precaution because if the clone somehow has the original's memories then he'll be in huge trouble, so making him unable to be understood would keep him from telling, plus the added bonus of backwards speech being creepy in general helps in making him even scarier.)

(Oough, that's so sad!!! Loosing everything he's got and then some!!!

Once again, I do not confirm or deny anything, but oh boy, you guys are so talented with these!!

Sorry I don't have much to add or doodles this time, but thank you for sharing!!!)

#ooc post #theory post #probably last ooc for now my brain zoomies have stopped finally #but I gotta finish something unrelated and then story time!!!#might get more Pep lore??!?!#death //#death mention //

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jennilah · 3 months

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jenna gone got high and started rambling about nothing again

the amount of times ive drawn something that i thought i would be appealing or even only make sense to an audience of me and maybe 2 other people, only for it to get blown out of the water with response is shockingly often

like hoffman and strahm from the Saw franchise getting high together, yeah

but also my nonsense comics about Michael Myers from specifically the Thorn trilogy, the RZ remake, and the Green sequel hanging out like weird brothers

or every time I draw a weird AU like slashers as fish. or mini characters that live in the pockets of either someone else or the normal versions of themselves

any self indulgent crossover ive ever made like Jason hanging out with Godzilla and Mothra

and i do it for every fandom. if anyone remembers my old spn comics and AUs, some of those were off the wall cryptic and nonsensical. to the likes of which i havent come close to recreating

many of these get hundreds to thousands of notes/likes/whatever on various websites. so many people just see my nonsense and let me take their hand, no questions asked

thats it i just think its funny

jk im not done that reminds me,. the results of my dumb little poll came in where i asked what people sort of ideally want from me and im kind of surprised

i think i rambled this already but deleted it bc it felt too dumb but actually i dont think its dumb. i think its really interesting and relieving that people actually want my sketches and doodles and dumb things.

& yea i enjoy occasionally making a fully rendered piece but i mean. its not easy, and im never totally happy with the end result most of the time. but if im only posting sketches and doodles and sketchy doodly comics i feel bad like i feel like im just holding people over until the next piece where i actually put in effort.

but it turns out people are totally ok with stuff that i dont kick my own ass trying to polish. people arent settling for it, people voted- they want it.

and i dont know where this attitude against myself came from because i was never unhappy seeing sketches from artists i like

maybe its the part inside of me, which im pretty sure is inside every artist who has ever experienced self doubt, which makes me feel like i should be putting my best effort into everything. like, if i could only just muster up the courage to fully render some of these comics I do, then they would be even better...

but i wouldnt have as much fun. thats too much work, i get overwhelmed

so, they stay sketches. with varying degrees of refinement and shading.

so idk im glad ppl like them

anyway rambling done i think ive made my non-points

#jennilargh

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sanityshorror · 11 months

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Another Julius canon info please!!

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I'm so sorry, this is all over the place and I'm pretty sure I've already posted all the information over the course of the last 15 months (I can't believe I posted Julius 15 months ago..) I included his ref and some illustrations/doodles/stretches to jazz it up. ANYWAY

Julius stands at 6'5 inches in his boots, 6'2 without.

Julius is all about deception. Nothing more than a thin veil of beauty to hide the rot beneath – both metaphorically and literally, as Julius is always rotting inside. This leads him to have to regularly replace his internal organs to prevent the rot from consuming him. He has a special rose that decays at the same rate as his body, which lets him know when it's time to change the insides.

If Julius doesn't keep up with maintaining his body, his false form will eventually completely rot and he'll be left in his true form until he fully rebuilds a new body to be his false form

↑ has never happened, however. Being a perfectionist, Julius always keeps up with self maintenance.

Julius is significantly more messed up than Killian. Deception is a helluva thing. There's a reason he scares the living shit out of Killian.

Killian nearly always calls him 'Jules' (his nickname for him), instead of Julius. (Keep that in mind, it's important for MWTSN)

Julius loves animals, especially cats. He really loves cats. He doesn't own any, to his dismay, because he panics over the idea of cat hair getting everywhere.

Julius is basically a cat in human form. Killian discovered when they were young children, if he dangled a string in front of Julius's face, Julius would watch it swing back and forth silently before eventually pouncing at it with no warning. Julius still does this.

Julius is completely apolitical.

He usually uses straws with his drinks, and has a tendency to deliberately loudly slurp from them.

He's generally just a complete sassy bitch and petty as hell.

He's not actually stupid and clearly is rather intelligent. His lack of knowledge on many logic 101 things is based on either 1) the lack of education being a product of his time 2) Julius only learns about things he has interest in, if something doesn't interest him, you couldn't pay him to learn.

Still.. He is..a little dumb xD ↓

Julius was born December 24, 1874 in the outskirts of Dublin, Ireland. He immigrated to Boston shortly after turning 18.

Being a man from the 1800s, he has the expected skill set of one. Meaning, yes, he can hunt, build stuff, ride horses, knows how to survive in the wilderness off the land, so on and so forth.

Julius came from a working class family and came into his money on his own, having a very successful dress shop.

Julius is age locked at exactly 24, he was killed on his 24th birthday.

He was born a human but has been a demon since January of 1899.

He's mob affiliated because of Killian.

His stuffed animal Mr Bear doesn't have any supernatural aspects, Mr Bear is just a regular plushie that Julius is very attached to. He's had Mr Bear since longer than he can remember (fun fact: he was actually gifted Mr Bear by his mother on the day he was born). Mr Bear is very much a comfort item to Julius, he kinda brings it everywhere.

Julius has childish behavior but it's due to mental/emotional stunting, as well as OSDD (I won't elaborate on his OSDD, at least at this time).

Julius is also wise farrrrr beyond his years in other aspects.

He really can't stand being called a Twink lol (he's really not a Twink at all).

Julius is a bit intimidated/made anxious by "fangirls"

He's gay, idk where the bisexual (and straight🗿) rumors began but he's canonically gay and married to Killian Lynch (who is pan)

source: myself, I created both Julius and Killian xD

#creepypasta #julius the dressmaker #killian lynch #julius doherty #creepypasta facts #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta hc #creepypasta fandom #🧸 anon

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megaawkwardhuman · 1 year

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finally explaining the bunny thing!

ok I'm currently really board and stumbled upon an old sketch book and I've decided hey let's FINALLY explain why tf I draw wwdits characters as bunnies (cuz I know it's random as shit and I personally find the story behind my bunny art intresting)

so strap in cuz I'm going to write a lot for something I could probably sum up in two sentences

also small heads up a lot of drawn cartoon violence and blood ahead sooooooo :|

if you just want a short answer I draw these goofy looking bunnies cuz 1 it's fun 2 it's kinda a way to release stress and just a way to overall put myself in a better mood. at first I was drawing the same bunny getting kill/injured over and over again and now I draw characters I like as cute bunnies cuz it cheers me up and it's fun!

ok so I know that last part came out of nowhere but to explain a bit of how tf we got from point a to point b that let's go to the long answer

OK SO (wow I say ok so a lot sorry idk how else to start shit lol) THIS ALL STARTS SOMETIME AROUND EARLY 2022

well if you really get technical it all starts like late 2019 early 2020 when I first read a little comic called johnny the homicidal maniac then picks up in early 2022

in the comic there's a character called nail bunny which as the name kinda suggests is a dead bunny with a nail in it and I wanted to draw this character for whatever reason (I think I might have re read the comic? or I was just bored at the time idfk)

shortly after starting I gave up and instead doodled this:

why yes that was a heart and yes I did scribble all over it and stabbed it with a pencil for some reason? I kinda learned not to question past me at this point ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

so later that night I couldn't for the life of me sleep and idk why but I couldn't forget this bunny I drew so I pulled out my sketch book at the time and drew this:

(btw the little virgo simbol in the corner of some of these drawings was my signature at the time cuz it's my zodiac sign and I thought it looked neat)

and as the next day came and I talked to my friends over discord I STILL couldn't get this bunny out of my head so we gave her a name

this plush (yes despite bleeding this bunny and any bunny I draw is intended to be a plush bunny which is why I draw them with twinkies for arms and legs) bunny over here is named alexis (named after a friend who wanted the bunny to be named after her) and from that day onwards it was my goal to needlessly kill/injured her over and over in ridiculous ways

the story I created for this character to kinda justify it is that she gets killed/injured in ridiculous ways often (which is why I draw her with X eyes) cause her luck is just REALLY shitty and she just kinda accepts it all at this point ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

some of my favs from this time:

as times goes by I draw her less and less (cuz I shit you not I ran out of ideas) to the point where I kinda stopped drawing bunny art

jump to later in 2022 and after creating a pixel art shitpost which led to me learning pixel art (but that's another story for another time) I realized wait a minute I actually really like this but idfk what to draw

then I remembered alexis existed! so while chatting with a good friend of mine I asked how should I kill her this time (yes that's exactly what I asked he knew about the bunny thing tho) he said "dying peacefully in a hospital"

so like the great friend I am I decided to be a dick and drew this

this led to the creation of a new bunny character alexis's friend/roommate/idfk what they are anymore courtney!

courtney's little shory is she knows alexis, she has witnessed her die far too many times, and in later drawings she would gain the stare of a victorian child

no joke she looks like she saw her parents die of the plague

after asking the same friend what else to draw alexis doing I also created a zombie bunny but I didn't really draw them much

all of this sparked another wave of bunny art with like a few digital drawings but after a bit it went back to traditional but now with color!

some faves from this wave:

now ngl this next point is a blur but soon I would draw something that would change the course of history bunny art where bunnies AREN'T killed *gasp*

so apparently this happened earlier this year but it feels like it happened last year ngl

at this point I wasn't drawing bunnies AS much but I would doodle them every so often and for whatever reason I decided to draw stede and ed as bunnies (it might have to do with the fact that I'm not the greatest at drawing humans but idk)

and for a while it sat in a notebook with the only people I've shown it to being my irl friends

that is until the one year anniversary of this show when I decided to open up that pixel art website again and turn it into pixel art! (here's a link to the post tho I lowkey wanna redraw this since I don't like the way I drew the ears) and originally it was going to be the only bunny pixel art I was gonna do since it took a while and idk how I felt about the results

but then wwdits brainrot set in and I decided since I suck at drawing humans why not draw my boy guillermo as a bunny and the rest was history

ngl when my bunny art first for attention whenever I saw someone calling it cute in the back of my mind I would think hehehe this only exists cuz I would stop killing the same bunny over and over again

so now you know the history behind the art

yay but why?

weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell

at the beginning it was just a fun little thing I did and I never gave it much thought. It wasn't until recently as I started to post it onto tumblr I ACTUALLY thought about my bunny art and to say it's just a fun thing to do doesn't really describe it as well as it used to. To me it grew to be MORE than that! it's a simple thing I could draw to mess with new mediums, it's a thing a can draw over and over again and not have to worry about how it turns out since even if I post it on here at the end of the day I'm mainly drawing it for myself, if I need to let off some steam I can draw alexis getting killed in a goofy way, and if I don't wanna draw alexis I can't just draw wwdits bunny stuff since that always cheers me up since it's hard to be upset while drawing plush bunnies (and trust me I've tried)

yeah I know this whole thing is kinda silly and honestly random as shit but this bunny art has a special place in my heart despite me only really doing it for a year

hell it's gotten to the point where I have a small list of rules I stick by whenever creating something bunny related and I have fucking bases I use whenever I'm drawing pixel art of a character as a bunny for the first time

why yes I am taking pastel bunnies far too seriously

I think the funniest thing is (and I think I've stated this before in the tags of a bunny drawing but I'll say it again) bunnies aren't even my favorite animal

that honor goes to frogs (bunnies are in the top five tho)

so this whole thing makes LESS sense if you take that into consideration but idk it's just fun

and at the end of the day that's really all I had to say but I wanted an excuse to talk about the history of this bunny bs lol

thanks for coming to another one of my TED talks and remember I swear I'm not crazy

#long ass post #bun stuff #this too WAY longer then expected #I started this at 9 and it's now 1 wtf #debated a little on whether or not to actually post this but fuck it you know?

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loveyourlovelysoul · 7 months

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Your words are very comforting on my worst days, so first I just want to thank you for taking the time 💕

On some of my worst days I feel so undeserving of them and the mercy they hold. I did a monstrous thing as a child and where I have been deeply working on it through shadow work, some days I feel just so damn unworthy of kindness and understanding. What I did was morally reprehensible, and I never did it again but it haunts me. I've come to terms with it and even came to accept it and forgive myself, but it still hurts.

I keep telling myself 'I am capable of monstrous things but I am not a monster' but on these kind of days my mantra falls flat and holds no panacea for me.

Are there any techniques or advice on how to work through my intrusive thoughts? I appreciate anything but understand if otherwise, I am grateful for your just listening to me cry.

Hey :)

First of all, Idk what monstruous things you did as a child (or what you were made believe by people or by your mind/memory that was so monstruous and morally reprehensible: I honestly dunno about it so forgive me if I am telling you something that doesn't resonate, but at times it happens that something we did in our past, especially as children, may feel even heavier/worse than how it actually was as it is made bigger through our emotions of that time and how guilty we felt or how we were reprimanded), but I do understand that you still feel guilty and unworthy because of it. It's what this type of traumas are about: they're hard to overcome in our emotions and minds and it's totally normal to still have bad days, experience fallbacks and feel so unworthy and undeserving.

What can I suggest you (depite I am not a professional figure or anything, so please only take as resonates) is to give yourself more time to accept yourself and give yourself closure about what happened (that inner wound of you having made such a "big unforgivable/unsolvable mistake" feels still so open in you and I am sorry cause you really don't deserve it). Give yourself love, welcome your child self and forgive them too cause very likely they didn't know what they were doing or they didn't feel it was as bad or... whatever else. Sadly we cannot change our past, we did what we did, no matter of what kind it was we had our reasons that very likely our adult self can't remember, but we can change how we look at it and show the kindness and understanding we receive from others to our child self too, especially if they didn't feel it back then. Especially if they weren't aware of what they were doing or of the consequences it had (both if they were made worse by others' reactions or not). You're not a monster ofc, and to be honest everyone is able to do terrible things on this Earth: look at what is going on in the world right now. You're not a bad person for having done something bad once, even more if you weren't aware of its true nature beforehands (or you simply felt it wasn't that bad and wanted to try for any reason, even others pushing you to do it).

Maybe you can try and show even more forgiveness to yourself by giving/gifting yourself something on your good days, but even more on your bad days: make yourself a cup of tea or a nice meal (hopefully I'm not triggering you here), do anything you like, go for a walk to relax, make your bed nicely, take a nice bubble bath, hug yourself/put on lotions... at first it may feel uncomfortable as your mind may tell you that you not deserve so much attention and love, but honestly you do. Go slow anyway and do not force it if at times you cannot make it cause the guilt is too much to bear with. Be open about your feelings, even those that hurt. Maybe journal about them if it can help you let them out and put stuff into a better perspective (maybe you can buy yourself a small gift like a pen and a notebook so that you can journal there and doodle too if you like that). You know, as you just told me, you have never done that again and won't ever do it again, so remind yourself that you learned the lesson and that you have already grown apart from that whenever you start spiralling. You now deserve peace of mind and lot of love. I think this impeding memory maybe wants you to focus on your unworthiness (that may get triggered by other events on the daily) more than on that specific event (which may be just a reinforcement cause of how big it still feels in you). Try to remind yourself you're worthy and deserving and lovely anyway even if it seems so impossible. Keep giving love to you. Take care<3

#asks #self love #tw food mention

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imatherapistthat · 1 year

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pethairs

can you believe i have a dog? me either. typically me and pets don’t mix. not because I don't like them, it’s mostly because I am afraid of almost every living creature big and small. and also i am a bit insatiable, irresponsible, and can be spontaneous in my decision making-when i can actually make a decision (libra here).

i have had a few dogs over the span of my lifetime. As a child we had two Buffy’s-one a mini poodle (we think was eaten by a coyote), the other a Bichon Frisé (we had to re-home before living abroad), both white. we had a black dog named Pepper, i can see him in my mind but not sure where he came from or at what point in my life he was present. as a teen I convinced my mom to let me get a mix of a pup that I promised to care for and ultimately didn’t. so off he went to idk where. Magic was his name and I think my mother allowed me to get him because my father was in an almost fatal accident-an emotional support dog of sorts. as an adult we adopted a beautiful black lab we named Miles, after Miles Davis. he was about the best dog you could have. we were given a female lab, Daisy, around the same time which really made things spicy at home with a teen, preteen, two working adults, sports, school, and for me no real connection with a pet. re-homed.

during the height of the pandemic, I sat with folks that were adopting dogs left and right. i thought about adopting then, but realized that there was nothing really different about my life during the lockdown that would warrant the type of support that having a pet, I have heard can offer. so I chilled. if I were to get a dog, I knew just the breed I wanted a sheepadoodle. i found and began to fancy this breed while watching an episode of High Maintenance, where there is an episode dedicated solely to this dog. i instantly became obsessed-from a distance. when considering to get a pet I knew this breed would be the one, mostly because it as so damn cute and so damn smart. also, being a vegan, I knew I had to rescue, but where in the hell does this special breed exist in the world of rescues and adoption?

3 months ago i found a site that actually had quite a few varieties of doodles, mostly lab and golden mixes. but then there he was, well it wasn’t actually him but his sibling that I fell in love with. a sheepadoodle needing a home. while his bro ended up being adopted I was lucky that my prize became available-after being returned by another family whose dog did not appreciate the company of this rambunctious pup. it took months of convincing my partner that a dog was what I needed. he knows me. he knows that the last bout with animals ended up being his responsibility-as the children were there for the licks and love. and me-i typically become annoyed by dogs doing doggy ass shit. he warned, i persisted. i won. although I knew he’d be here forever, i went into this challenging myself to make a connection, to love, to be present, to adore, to care for and tend to this energetic pooch.

since he was my dog, i got the honor of naming him. his name is Poncho. Poncho is the nickname given to my father by his beloved aunt that raised him when others wouldn’t or couldn’t. this felt like the right name for connection. each calling out is reminder of the sweetness of the little boy Poncho. the little boy that grew to be my father. my father. that loved and adored and cared for and tended to and protected me. Poncho, you have some heavy shoes to fill. Poncho, I love you!

#poncho #pups #sheepadoodle #rescue #adopt #love

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littlenahsstuff · 3 years

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In love, I swear.

A/n Literally my first time writing actual fanfiction. This might be a flaming dumpster fire idk. I will persevere and cringe later, but for now, enjoy.

supreme!Cordelia Goode x reader

TW:nothing much, just a big old fluffernutter sandwich. A little angst. Swears I guess.

Synopsis: Cordelia has just recruited you to be a counselor at Robicheauxs and it's safe to say you are head over heels for the supreme. Unfortunately, you aren't the one to tell her.

You always thought that you weren't too special of a witch, you had the basic witchy spells down and specialized in the people who struggled on the inside... but in a more witchy sense. You also helped the witches who needed to get their powers more developed or who ones that are just behind in school. A sort of glorified counselor you suppose. It's sorta funny, especially since you aren't the most confident, how you can talk to all of the girls. When it boils down to it you are just a witchy gal searching for love. Specifically Cordelia's. It could never happen though.

Your love life wasn't the only area you lacked in before Robicheauxs, you had been struggling to find a job suited for your interests. Let's just say that you have a lifetime ban from one of the Mcdonalds in Louisiana. Fire and grease doesn't mix.

Of course, if it wasn't for dear, sweet, precious, Cordelia, you would be living on the streets. Luckily that didnt happen and so here you are today, three months in to your teaching position at Robicheauxs.

Oh, the moment, "You're hired. I look forward to expanding the academy's family and getting to know you better especially," left the Supremes lips, the better off you were.

And yet, even with all of the joy that comes with finally getting paid, there were the challenges as well. For starters, everyone was extremely nice to you, even though you kept mostly to yourself, there was this one person that made this heaven more hellish. Madison the bitch witch Montgomery.

You had been warned by Zoe, your closest confidante in this new place and also Madisons freaking girlfriend, that she was no pleasant peach. Never in all of your doubtful thoughts, had how bad it actually was crossed your mind. It was never the cockiness that got to you, you had a different appreciation for it than most. Found the confidence refreshing almost. No, no no no no. It was in fact, that she was constantly trying to dig up dirt on you.

"You're too much of a goody two shoes y/n," she once stated with a glare. The same day you had heard Zoe squabbling about something and your name came up. Your name and the fact Madison had stolen your wallet to look at your license. It turned up later on your bed stand.

Madison's a lover of Zoe and drama you've come to find out.

It's harmless though really, you dont mind the extra bit of attention that comes with it. Its flattering so no need to complain to anybody, especially not Cordelia.

Cordelia, mmm, yeah now shes the biggest threat here. She is the reason you got this job and might be the reason you lose it.

She once caught you with your doodle journal. It was a harmless question,

"Y/n, what're you drawing?" She looked over your shoulder. You almost jumped out of your skin and your sketchbook went flying.

"Oh dear, are you alright?" She worried her lips a bit. Her big, plump, kissable lips. Come on Y/n, get out of it.

"Yes," you squeaked. Sinking farther into the sofa. She chuckled her beautiful chuckle and sat on the couch arm.

"So, what was my favorite school counselor drawing just then?" She questioned. Glancing to the thrown book.

Your face went red.

"Uh-" you paused, come on you're making it a bigger deal than it has to be, "you." You couldn't look into her eyes.

She gazed at you at you and it felt like a hole was being burned into your skull.

"Okay," Cordelia said, leaving it at that. Stood up and made to walk away.

"Wait!" She paused and turned back to you, seeing you scramble to get your sketchbook.

"Yes?" Her eyebrows raised in surprise.

"I- don't you want to see it?" You said and you slapped yourself mentally for about the hundredth time she walked in.

She smiled softly at you, "Of course, I thought you didn't. You looked scared to death, like bambi."

"Okay," you flipped back towards the page and cringed. It wasn't your best peice. You could never capture her beauty right.

Her eyes scanned over it, widening before squinting with her grin.

"It's so good!" She gasped.

"Yes, that is Cordelia Goode," you joked in a monotone manner. She slapped your shoulder jokingly, making you snort.

"You nerd, I didn't mean it that way. Either way, you did a fantastic job! I wished I looked as good as you make me seem," she muttered the last bit, bit you heard it. It saddens you to remember the damage Fiona did.

"Hey, Cordy," you started. You realized that you used a nickname that Madison did, but she doesn't seem to care.

"You know what I think? I think that you're wrong. You see I just can't for the life of me get your soft proud loving smile right. Your eyes aren't as warm and glowing as they are in reality. I couldn't manage to picture the right placement for those worry lines or crowd feet you have. You might not like them, but to me they show that you worry and care and that you laugh at the stupidest of things, which is a trait I adore. You are more perfect than any Davinci or Van Gogh," you say. You don't like when your friends feel bad about themselves.

Cordelia's tearing up a bit and wiles it away. "Didn't know you were a goddamn poet too?" She joked with a giggle, "thanks y/n, sometimes I need to hear something like that."

"No problem Cordelia," I can't help it, you're my muse, is what you want to say.

"Well, I have some paperwork, but it was nice to see ya," she hurriedly excused and rushed out.

Unbeknownst to you, Madison was watching. She knew exactly how to get dirt on you now. She had something all along.

The next week you spent daydreaming about Cordy...elia, you couldnt help but go back to that conversation. You needed to be more discrete, way more descrete.

So you made sure to draw your crush no more. That didn't change the fact you forgot to destroy the evidence in writing.

You had slept in a little too late, so in a rush you were to get to your office. The reason you had being you daydreaming about Cordelia and yours faux life together a little too long.

A bunch of new juicy stuff for Madison as she snatched it from your bedside table. It was too easy really.

She opened it up to the first page. It acted like a normal diary, just stating checklists of things to do and things you did. The size was fairly large, so skipping a few pages till she got to the juicy stuff and the part where you actually did know Cordy wasn't harmful.

It was a barf fest of emotion. "Oh Cordelia is so awesome, oh I'm so lucky to work with Cordelia, oh my, I won't ever get a chance with Cordelia, she's the supreme!"

"Ew," Madison groaned, whipping out her phone.

Then she found it, the goldmine of confessions. It was all the way in the back, meaning you had wrote it recently.

"Dear, myself

Cordelia today caught me drawing a picture of herself and said something I didn't particularly enjoy listening about herself. I can't believe Fiona would send her into such a deep hatred of herself that even with her gone she's hurting. She's no mother. Cordelia is the love of my life, even if I'm not hers, she deserves all the love I can give. She's not broken, but she just needs someone to love her and I do. I promise to give her as much love as possible without her finding out what kind it really is, I'm in love, I swear.

Sincerely, Y/N."

So she snapped a picture of the page.

After school was over Cordelia was not expecting Madison to barge into her office. Let alone with something regarding YOU of all people.

"Cordy, I've got something to tell you about y/n!" Madison sang out, waving her phone in front of Cordelia's face as she sat on top her desk.

Madison was just careless with others and too carried g about herself. It was the perfect storm. The only person who could ever take it too far to just prove a point. That there was something wrong with you.

If Madison Montgomery had taken one moment to actually think about it, she was just jealous. Jealous that another person at the coven was better than her to Cordelia. She was one spoiled bitch growing up. Guess it backfired.

"What?" Cordelia questioned in concern, "Is she okay? Madison what did you do to her!?" Her thoughts raced, Madison's pranks often went a little too far. She did kill Misty.

"Now now Cordy, don't get your panties in a twist. Here read this," Madison demanded to her supreme, she shoved it into her face and Cordelia grabbed it.

Her eyes expected headlines on the news or a mugshot, but she realized it was just your writing.

"Madison," she warned.

"Come on, I know you can read!" Madison poked Cordelia's forehead, prompting a slap from the Supreme.

Ms. Goode exhaled, "Fine."

Her eyes fluttered over the words, brows furrowing with every sentence. She couldn't comprehend, could she read?? It seemed to her as if her brain was creating what she wanted to see, but no, you wrote it. Unfortunately.

Everything's silent. Then the thought flits across her head, you like her back.

"In love, I swear."

Oh she's mad. Not at you, no, she could never. Madison on the other hand better,

"Get out of my office right now," Cordelia whispered. Madison's smile faltered.

"What, didn't you want to know your feelings are reciprocated? Come on, I'm just trying to get you two to speed up the process." Madison hopped of the desk and sauntered out.

What has she done.

Cordelia was wracked with guilt for awhile, with no way to tell you either. How does one even go about telling someone they read their deepest darkest secrets. How!?

She couldn't, so she did what she could. She pulled away from you and into her work. All of those lunches spent together stopped. The nights in the green house gone. Reading together on the weekends by the fire, gone.

And it left you empty. You had no idea what you did, but you must've done something.

So you decided to confront her, you hadn't gone much sleep since, so you were literally and figuratively tired of all of this shit.

Your knock on the door startled Cordelia, but your presence startled her even more. Both of you looked like wrecks.

"Oh, Y/n! Please, come in," Cordelia gestured and you did, closing the door behind you.

It was then that you finally broke down.

"What did I do Delia!?" You sobbed, falling to your knees. Yes it was dramatic and not even you expected it but you were holding your emotions for so long.

"Oh," Cordelia briskly moved over to you, concern painted on her face. She was watching you carefully, you looked so fragile. Just like she had felt at times.

"I'm sorry," you whimpered, "What did I do?" Her hand tilted your head towards her, but you still couldn't look into her brown eyes, opting for the floor. If you did, you probably wouldn't be able to look away.

"Y/n look at me sweetie," the nicknames never failed to make your heart soar. It was your weakness, your eyes met and they were glued there.

"What did I do?"

"Nothing nothing!" She took a deep breath, "I saw a page from your journal."

You froze, terror crept up your spine.

"Oh my god. Um Cordelia I am so sorry, you, wow I- god I'm so creepy! It's perfectly fine if you want to not be my friend or fire me. I didn't do it to be weird, it was how I expressed myself. I was trying to hide it I promise, i dont even know what happened!?"

"I'm gonna kill Madison, faster than my mother did," Cordelia groaned.

"Wh-" your brain malfunctions. Is-Is Cordelia kissing you? Right now?

Indeed she was and just like you dreamed about, her lips were so soft and her kiss gentle.

Maybe Madison could be forgiven... but not without a harsh talk.

"In love, I swear," she repeated in a whisper against your lips.

#sarah paulson #sarah paulson x reader #cordelia goode x reader

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deliasqueen · 3 years

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Battered Love

Summary: Falling in love with Cordelia was easy, but will your brain allow her to love you back.

Warnings: Shitty parents? Idk if that’s a warning but just in case.

Word Count: 2.5K

A/N: So this may or may not be about my life with actual examples. So um this is my heart poured out into writing, and I’m terrified to post this.

You had been living at the academy for almost a year now. The second you walked in you were completely enthralled with the Supreme’s beauty.

Wanting to know everything about being a witch, you started spending time with her. It started as small lessons in her classroom to spending long hours in the greenhouse. At first the relationship was purely platonic, with a lingering glance here and there, but after a couple months, it started to turn into something more. You two making each other’s preferred morning drinks when you got in the kitchen before the other, lingering touches, and using your greenhouse time to destress and get to know each other better as opposed to practicing spells.

One night in particular had you really feeling a certain way for your favorite witch.

Cordelia was sitting on the bench, and you were lounging on your pillow pile on the floor. You two had been talking about nothing really when Cordelia opened up about her past.

“You know I have an ex-husband, right?” Looking over at Cordelia you see her staring mindlessly at the ceiling, and you were shocked.

“I didn’t know that. May I ask what happened? Only if you want to talk about it of course.”

“You’re fine sweetheart. He was a witch hunter, which was bad enough, but he also cheated on me,”

After a deep exhale she continued, “I felt worse than I could put into words. I hated myself for loving someone who hated who I am. I hated myself for loving someone who put the girls into danger. I hated myself for loving someone who didn’t value me,”

Wishing you could wrap her in your arms, you just listened to what she had to say.

“What made the pain even worse is that my mom was so awful to me. I mean she was always awful to me but this…made it so much worse.”

After hearing her say that, you got up and took her into your arms. You pulled her down into your pillows, and you two fell asleep on the greenhouse floor tangled in each other’s arms that night.

After that night you knew you were truly in love with her, but you were too scared for her to love you back. Hearing your entire life how much your mom hates your dad, and how you are just like him, hearing how much your mom hates you, hearing your mom constantly talk about how if she could leave you two she would, eventually took a toll on your idea of love. No matter how respectful you were, how much of the perfect straight A student you were, no matter how many awards you got, you just weren’t good enough for her. You knew no matter what you did you would never be good enough for anyone to love. You were so afraid that if you let Cordelia in, and let her love you, she would eventually start to hate you just like everyone else. The only thing that gave you a little hope was that Cordelia knows what it’s like to be hated by her mom, no matter how perfect you try to be.

It was Saturday evening, and the girls were all in the living room having an extremely competitive game of drunk Uno. Skipping tonight because of an assignment you had to get finished, you were sitting in your room when you heard a soft knock on the door.

“Come in,” turning off your music and moving your laptop you looked up to see Cordelia walking in.

“Hi honey, can I sit?” with a sweet smile, she motioned to the spot next to you.

“Of course.” scooting over, you gave her room to sit with you.

“You know the girls are asking for you to come down.” She looked at you with a pout.

“I want to, but I have too much work,” with a frown you motioned to your laptop.

Humming Cordelia just laid her head on your shoulder.

Feeling electricity shoot through your body you murmur, “How come you aren’t downstairs?”

“Why would I be downstairs when my favorite girl is up here alone?” She wrapped her arm around your front snuggling into your shoulder.

When you tensed up, she immediately knew something was wrong.

“Are you ok honey?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” Scooting over, tears formed in your eyes and you did everything in your power to not let Delia see.

With a look of pure hurt in her eyes Cordelia said, “Y/n did I do something wrong? You can always tell me if I’m overstepping.”

“No! No, no. It’s not that, it’s just me being complicated.” Quickly you grabbed her hand and ran your thumb across it to get the pained look off her beautiful face.

“You know you can talk to me about anything.” With big does eyes Cordelia looked at you and made you want to melt into a big gay puddle.

Quickly trying to decide to open up to her or not is one of the hardest decisions you’ve had to make. You could tell her everything now and have the possibility of being able to love her, and kiss her, and cuddle together, but at the same time what if she hates you and wants nothing to do with you once you two start dating.

Letting your negative thoughts get the best of you, you decide it’s better to live in this eternal torture of not expressing your love than it is to have the love of your life hate you.

“It’s really nothing Cordelia, I’m just stressed and tired from school.”

Cordelia being the ever observant one caught onto you saying her full name. Thinking that she had done something wrong she left your room with a mumbled “goodnight” and went to bed.

Watching Cordelia walk out of your room like a sad puppy broke your heart. You knew you had screwed up. Big time. Regretting every choice you’ve made in your entire life, you disregarded your assignment, laid down, and cried.

Waking up to a sun filled room on Sunday, you walked downstairs to see your mug in its place inside the cabinet with a missing Cordelia’s. With a big sigh and sadness filling your chest you went back to bed and quickly fell asleep.

Awaking to a knock on your door, you groaned and rolled over to see what time it is. Picking up your phone and squinting from the abrasively bright light, the time read 2:07. Shocked at the fact you slept in so late, you jumped out of bed and answered the door. Opening the door you were met with a very angry Madison and annoyed Zoe.

“You broke Cordy,” snapped Madison.

At a loss for words, you just stared at her with your mouth slightly agape.

“Cordy isn’t being her usual chirpy annoying self. Today she is just mopey, rude, and even more annoying.” With that Zoe elbowed Madison and looked at you.

“Look Cordelia is clearly upset and it’s affecting us. Just whatever happened please fix it, so she starts acting like herself again.” With that they both walked away and left you staring at the Supreme’s door conflicted.

What got to you the most about what the girls told you was that Delia is clearly upset. And that makes you upset. You thought her hating you would be the worst feeling in the world, but the fact that she was upset because of you broke your more than you could’ve ever imagined. You knew now was the time to open up about something you had locked away and buried so deep for so long.

Walking over to Cordelia’s door you hesitated. You knew you wanted to do this, but you were also terrified to do this.

With a light knock to the door, you bit your lip and wanted to run away.

A somber “come in” was all it took for you to swing the door open.

You were met with the sight of Cordelia snuggled up in a blanket reading the book. This was the book of poems you gave her for her birthday a couple months ago. You highlighted all the parts that made you think of her. Things that talked about beauty, grace, and intelligence. You put doodles of flowers and stars in the corners of some pages just because when you think of Delia you’re inspired. She cried when she read through it and told you this was the most special, heartfelt thing she owns.

“I owe you an explanation,” you looked into her sad, red eyes and your heart broke 1,000 times more.

“May I sit?” With a nod from Delia, you sat next to her with just a little space between you two to give you room to breathe.

“Look y/n, I’m really sor-“

Cutting her off with a finger to her soft lips you began, “I want you to know that my reaction yesterday had nothing to do with anything you did. You do not need to be sorry about anything. I should be the one apologizing. I reacted harshly when I shouldn’t have,”

“Y/n you tensed so hard it was like I hurt you.”

“I know, and I shouldn’t have reacted that way. That’s why I owe you an explanation,” Scooting just a bit closer to Delia for her comfort, you prepared yourself to bring up this topic.

“Growing up my parents couldn’t stand each other. They were constantly arguing and fighting no matter where we were. Every year they would have this one massive blow out fight. I had to watch them do awful things to each other and call each other the worst names. Names you would call your enemy in a fight, not something you should ever call someone you love. Constantly watching my dad make my mom feel like she’s nothing and watching my mom shoot off at my dad over tiny things really started to wear down on me. I didn’t know what to feel or who to love when there was just so much anger,” Catching your breath, you didn’t realize tears were trickling down your face until Cordelia wiped them for you.

“And sure, plenty of people’s parents fight, but my biggest issue came from my mom. She was so miserable with my dad, and I was her venting outlet. I had to listen to her talk about how my dad makes her stomach sick and how she can’t stand being married to him. I was also the outlet of her anger. Even without a failed marriage my parents have actual anger issues. Between that and the anger she held in from the way my dad treated her, I had no chance. Delia, she was so mean to me,” Voice cracking on the last sentence, you look at Delia with tears flowing from your eyes and you reached out with grabby hands.

Cordelia quickly scooped you into her arms, and you buried your face into her chest and sobbed. She cooed comforting nothings and gently rubbed your back until you calmed down.

Laying on her chest, you began telling her more, “Ever since I was little, I remember my mom coming home from work and talking about how she wished she didn’t have to come home, she wished she could go somewhere else. I was young and didn’t really understand, but I knew deep down I was hurt my mom got so upset to come home to me. As I got older, it just got worse. Her and my dad started fighting more, so she took that anger out on me. She would constantly scream in my face about how I’m just like him and how she hated both of us. She would follow that with, ‘I would leave here if I had somewhere to go.’ Everything got so much worse when I came out. Well, I didn’t really come out. She forced me to, and I wasn’t ready. She acted awful towards me until my grandma died, and then she tried to be more accpeting. Even after that though, she was still miserable and mean. She would call me a little bitch when I swear I did nothing wrong. I didn’t do ‘bad’ stuff, I made exceptional grades, hell I took the SAT in 7th grade and scored so high I got state recognition, but no matter what I did or how hard I worked it was never enough to please her. It was always I could do better, and it got to the point where that was all I heard. That I was awful, and I could do better.” Tears back in full force you just sank into Cordelia.

Through your sobs you choked out, “The reason why I pushed you away last night was because I love you Delia, and I don’t want you to end up hating me like my parents do. I don’t want to have a relationship just for us to hate each other”

Completely shocked with your confession, Cordelia holds you against her so tightly and whispers as if she’s afraid speaking too loud will break you, “Honey, baby girl, love of my life you are not awful, and I am so proud of you. You are so smart, and talented, and oh so loving. You care about people so much. You always do what you think will help others before you do anything for yourself. You are the most special girl I have ever met; I could never hate you princess. I love you with my entire heart y/n, and my love for you will only grow. Our love is not your parents love. Just because they have the relationship they do, doesn’t mean everyone else does. There is true, honest love in this world y/n, and we have it.”

Sobbing into Cordelia, you are so unbelievably relieved with her response. You feel this sense of love and pride you have never felt before.

Once your sobs had calmed down into small hiccups Cordelia gently pushed your chin up with her finger to look into your eyes. Seeing the red, puffy y/e/c eyes she loves so much made her heart swell. With a soft smile on your face, you looked at her beautiful, full lips and back into her eyes with a pleading look on your face. With that Cordelia pulled you up to her and your lips met in a passionate, soft, and long-overdue kiss.

“I love you so much Delia.” Looking into her honey-colored eyes you felt at home.

“I love you too, more than anything in this world baby girl and not one thing on this Earth will ever change that.” Laying down she pulled you onto her chest.

“Sleep now my sweetheart and know you are so incredibly loved.” Placing a kiss to her chest, you drifted off into the most comforting sleep of your life.

#cordelia x reader #cordelia goode #cordelia goode x reader #cordelia foxx #cordelia foxx x reader #ahs #ahs x reader #ahs apocalypse #sarah paulson #this was scary #please enjoy

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averlym · 2 years

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ASHJDSAHLKGJ WAIT I NEVER THOUGHT ABT LUMINE THAT WAY

but yes omg lumine paimon found family much beloved. (i actually can't ever bring myself to use the emergency food dialogues because paimon is just. too precious.)

also. yes i have a pair of jeans and ever since i read that pun i have been making the same pun NONSTOP my friends are sick of me now but that was pure comedic genius omg.

aiyaaa no don't say that about your writing >:(( self-deprecation is banned in this household tumblr i am sure it is amazing!!! and either way beauty is in the eye of the beholder. in this scenario i am the beholder and everything you make is amazing. tis facts.

ganqing though.... beloveds.... i am such a multishipper it is a serious problem but BELOVEDS... i have too many fic ideas and no time :c

WATT HADESTOWN AU??? IM INTERESTED ??? that would be SO cool like honestlyyyyy

that reminds me i was toying with the idea of a jeanlisa/beiguang hadestown au once upon a time but extracurriculars got in the way sob

I hope you have a wonderful day!!!!! *more hugs 'cause they make the world go 'round*

-the one and only teanon <3 (i'm on an old pc that is extremely scuffed and has no emojis sob)

as per usual, most rambles are in the tags,,, but also here are some doodles from the watt hadestown au it all fits in my head somehow so idk how clear these are

more info on the general story under the cut: but also, read the existing tags for this post first!

sign on the line 'cause you're running out of time

a/n: a scene from watt/hadestown (but i go off on too many tangents in brackets)

riley steps forward. 'she can't go. she signed a contract. she belongs to the team.'

kate stares between eva and riley, and back to eva. "is it true?"

they speak in unison.

"she does." "i do."

(kate thinks, sometimes, about eva and 'i do's and their wedding song. this is not the 'i do' she wanted. this 'i do' she dreamed of only in her nightmares, on the track to here, this hell.)

"i can't leave the team," says eva, "i signed. 90k, my scholarship, for me to be on the team. climatology, kate! any way the wind blows," she sings bitterly.

"you can't leave- please not you- not you too-" comes kate's response, words spilling, falling from her lips, the same ones she said to chess before she left and never came back and now eva is going too- there isn't even a promise to skype, to keep in touch, to let her follow- "come home with me," she begs, "we can fix it-"

(she knows they can't. riley is the richest girl in the area. the school can't afford to lose her. 90k scholarship, fancy gym- giles corey would bend over backwards for this girl.)

eva laughs sadly. "you don't know what it's like to be hungry."

(i have worked so hard for so much less, eva thinks, remembers being unable to study for college because she was always working, how the stress got to her. thinks about how annleigh said kate would make her feel alive- but she can't quite remember how it felt. being a tiger has dulled her inside. riley is rich, and she knows how to use the money and power she has- a world where all the wrong kids keep getting all the nice things, she thinks wildy for a moment, watching kate stare at her brokenly, and she loves kate but sometimes she doesn't get it, lost in her music, lost in her grief.)

from the side, cairo watches.

(the memory of seeing eva flashes through her head. up on top for spring, above and away from this basement, pouring drinks for everyone in the sunshine. kate had cried, "she will always fill our cups," a praise, a challenge, a reassurance to the girl next to her, staring at this bringer of life with skepticism. cairo had noticed, and looked directly at this girl, hungry and tired, and chimed in with "i will," watching her face grow hopeful. kate grinned, strummed her song and toasted, "and we will always raise them up!")

(growing up, despite appearances, kate never hated cairo. "i'll play my song and you and riley can kiss and make up," she told cairo as a child. cairo looked at this mortal girl, fingers red from holding guitar chords, and scoffed a disbelieving "sure.") there was a frenemy sort of passive-aggressiveness between kate and cairo, and out of all the gods, cairo was one of the rare few she trusted to help. like now.

(she thinks to annleigh turning to her, looking haunted, saying that cairo and riley were behind chess's death, and her immediate reaction being to defend cairo- "cairo never hated chess!")

kate turns her head to the side, and cairo, lost in the tumultuous thoughts of an immortal who has lost so many (her mind, right now, is thinking of farrah) looks up. "cai," kate pleads, and cairo steps forward, into the dull glow of riley's basement, so different from sunlight above. riley's voice hums, a calming technique cairo taught her long ago, and cairo can nearly hear the words with the tune. "please forgive me for doing what's best for you," echoes riley's voice in her head, sad and desperate.

"riley," she starts, and her friend looks to her. riley's hands are shaking, something cairo remembers from fourth grade. "make this easier" riley sings softly, voice trembling, and looks at her.

"eva means nothing to me!" says riley, defensive, mind whirling with 'cairo must think i have a crush on eva or something and now she hates me just like i got mad at farrah when cairo started spending so much time with her but farrah was bad for her they kept getting drunk and please forgive me for doing what's best for you i love you i love you i love you please she means nothing to me it's always been you-'

and maybe the two of them know each other too well, maybe they're too in sync, because cairo looks at riley and sees how much riley cares for her, and also thinks of farrah, and the suspicions she has, and her heart breaks because she knows how to fix this and she doesn't want to do it.

"i know," cairo says (reassuring, i care for you too, do this to please me) and then, "but she means everything to her."

riley is beset with phantoms that take cairo's voice and face and rip them off, because suddenly, even though she is looking at her best friend, all she can see are ghosts.

chess floats near her face, and riley can almost feel her nonexistent breath beside her cheek. "damned if you don't", she sings, hauntingly persuasive. let them go. the guilt claws at riley's chest. she can't breathe.

chess then glares at farrah as her double braids flop onto riley's head. with fake cheer, she somersaults through the air and grins at riley upside down. "damned if you do!" mocking, taunting. you can't win.

clark appears, broods by her side. choruses with the other two before they fade- "whole damn nation's watching you."

even as the apparitions subside, drifting in front of her instead, their song continues around riley- "what you gonna do when the chips are down, now that the chips are down?"

"here's a little tip," farrah hums, sing-song, and a bottle of belladonna wine appears in her hand.

"word to the wise," sighs chess, and suddenly her hair is filled with poppy red, flowers blooming and covering the blood from an inconspicuous stab hidden beneath her jacket.

clark, instead, seems to be spiralling, twisting the ring around his finger until it warps into a bloody knife. "here's a little snippet of advice," he sings.

three fates, always singing in the back of her mind, in front of her vision. here, they mock her. clark places the knife he is twisting before riley, and it hovers there as the spirits disappear. "men are fools, men are frail, give them the rope and they'll hang themselves."

#hehe thank you for the pun usage! paimon supremacy!!!! so so beloved #ngl i saw the 'aiyaaa' and immediately loved you a little bit more idk why it's so comforting to have reminders of culture but it Is #too many ideas and no time and focus for them what a mood! jiayou bestie #ganqing ganqing ganqing i love them so so very much #when you take the romanisation of the pinyin of ganqing it also is the same as the pinyin of 感情 even though intonations are different and #iTS LITERALLY FEELS hhHHHHh #hugs!!! *sends you hugs back* hugs hugs hugs ily #i was going to explain the watt hadestown au but it's complicated so for now: it's a mix of hadestown and watt storylines #cairo= persephone riley=hades annleigh= hermes and knows events are repeating but can't change the whole thing #chess clark and farrah = the fates after they got killed and haunt about the living #kate= orpheus and eva= eurydice #cheer squad= hadestown; mattie and reese are part of the squad #tried to get a definite timeline and also details and i would write more about the relationships for each character except i can't structure #cairo riley and annleigh are old souls bc parallel of gods and they've got history #cairo and riley are best friends and in mutual pining but along the way cairo also disagrees more and more with what riley is doing #riley however believes she's doing this for the good of the team and thinks it's the way to get cairo to love her (spoiler: no)#riley is a wallflower parallels the chant between hades and persephone after they go to hadestown #annleigh is hermes: messenger and narrator. childhood friends with kate and a bit of an older sister to her.#she knows events repeat but the story always ends the same. happy ending but with people lost. kate saves eva at the end but annleigh #annleigh never manages to save clark and farrah and as fates they haunt her. (which has layers). some shows she denies this knowledge.#and the rest is in the post because #i ran out of tags like four times bsbsjskajdj #this content is very chaotic and reads like a letter with three lift the flaps and pasted papers all over #but if you read everything good job ily and i'm sorry sksjsk #... did you know there was a ten image limit i have found that out for the first time jshdjsks #long post #watt hadestown au #we are the tigers

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bvlnoriyas 12 moments of 2021!

I was tagged by @seonghwaminho and @merry-kwanmas (thank youuuuuuu for tagging me <3) to post my favorite or most popular post from each month this year. but! ive only been here for like 6 months so imma change it up and just do 12 moments regardless of month :)

one: seonghwa answer (ode to joy) edit! this is the first thing i made and posted on this account. it was inspired by answer and the kingdom stage and i was trying really hard to get my design brain back after school really burnt me out

two: poster set! this is what i was really really proud of. i made this one day and i felt like i was Back, ya know? it felt really nice to be so proud of something i made again

three: color palette edits! i used to make fun of people who made these back in the day bc silly 15 year old me thought i was Better and Above doing something so simple but i decided to bring them back as a meme and something i enjoyed and you guys really liked them 🥺 and it honestly inspired me to branch out and just do more once i kinda got really back into making things

four: album cover birthday edits! i got this idea randomly for yeosang and while they arent exactly my favorite, i do really like that i *kinda* got the song vibe down. i changed things up for jongho on tho so here are yeosang, san, mingi

five: i taught myself how to make gifs! i'm still learning but im really happy with how things are going and im having a lot of fun. linked is my first gifset that i posted

six: halateez! i made this in like an hour before work one day idk where the inspiration came from but im very happy with how it turned out :)

seven: song graphics! i loveeeee my not too late one and all of the ones i made for fever p3 and beyond but idk what on EARTH possessed me to go past fever p3 and make a graphic for each song in their discography but here we are. you can see all of the ones ive done already here!

eight: spotify gif bday edits! now that i know how to gif i was like how can i do More for these bday edits and so i decided to do this :) i love how you can *kinda* see my improvement as each bday goes on. jongho, hongjoong, wooyoung

nine: cat!hwa doodle set! this is my first set to reach 1k notes and im really proud 🥺 i think the doodles are really cute and i was shocked by the response. you can also see my boo!woo and vamp!yeo doodles here :)

ten: this freaking turbulence edit. i dont know what happened to me this day but how the heck am i going to top this? i have a while before i make the song graphic for it but ???? how ???? i would just count it but the caption doesnt match >:(

eleven: whatever i do with my gifs lmao. i have an inability to just let things Be and so i just started playing with my gifs and adding things to give it ✨concept✨ bc if there's one thing design school did to me, it was drive me to make everything conceptual and now i am broken

twelve: woo content! uwu. literally my last like 5 gifsets are just of him from the various behind things that have been released. i even tried coloring a stage for this man 😭 it's bad folks. brainrot is real

if u made it through my trip down memory lane thank you <3. i appreciate all of the interactions ive gotten out of running this blog for the last few months and im hoping my motivation to make things doesn't die out anytime soon bc im having too much fun 🥺

im tagging @sanshine @holy-yeosang @songmingki @jonghohoho @ortali @answerland @97choi @wooyeosang and anyone else who may want to do it <3

#.nat #happy almost 2022 everyone 🥺#i am wishing you all the best in the new year <3 #also merry christmas/christmas eve for anyone who celebrates :)

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do u have any random facts or things about Depth of heaven and ur characters (sfw or nsfw 🤭) even if what you want never comes to light, I really enjoy reading the concepts and asks about ur OCs

Hehehe I haven't thought about the characters and their story in a long time, until recently...but I never put a huge amount of thought into them before either! I kinda just knew I...wished I could make something cool that had everything I wanted in that kind of game lmao. Even if it doesn't happen, I felt like I wanted there to be twists and secrets...if it never happens then nobody but me will ever know about them, huh! But, if it does happen then I'll spoil stuff for later! What to do...ah I'll share about it! But I'm giving it a spoiler warning for something that doesn't exist anyway lmao Also I'm not a writer or a scientist this is all wacky world rules ok xd also there might be inconsistencies idk I never wrote anything down I'll tell u their heights! June: 5'4 Puzzle: 6'3 Koa: 5'6 Adam: 6'1 Keizo: 6'7 Lloyd: 5'11 Static: 6' Cyril: 5'9 Holly: 5'7

In high school June and Puzzle were da weeaboos who listened to vocaloid on their phones at lunch. Puzzle wore cat ears, big headphones, and tutus to school. I think....I decided that because of her old bad design lmao. I thought I had a drawing of her in cat ears but I can't find it 😔 June prolly just wore hoodies and graphic t-shirts. They were each others prom dates! June wore a tux! Okay spoilery stuff ahead!

I have a general idea what I want the story to be, but right now I just see it as disjointed scenes in my head. I posted some June and Puzzle wearing dresses where I wanted a scene to happen in a casino on the ship. Cruise ship casinos are kinda lame though lol, but it'll be as big and cool as I want >:•3 and it's an excuse to have everyone in cool formal wear cuz that's always fun! The cult leader calls for a big party on the ship and everyone has to attend! It's also where he culls the herd...because not everyone is worthy of going to heaven...apparently Koa likes playing video games! He's on the top of the leaderboard for one MMO, and during one event the top prize was blueprints for an in-game item: roller skates! It would make for cool merch to put on your wall or something. There was a rumor among the playerbase that the blueprints could make skates that function as they do in the game. Koa won the prints then used them to custom build his own skates (they look kinda generic now but I haven't put a lot of thought into their design lmao). The combination of materials used and construction give them a magical quality that allows him to skate faster than any human could! He's always pushing his limits, and sometimes it gets him in twubble xd Keizo has an issue with bad dreams...at night he replays all the times in his life where people were rude to him or each other, how he needs to keep peace between them, he just really hates assholes! He has nightmares about them treating him badly and there's nothing he can do, because at his height and with his strength he'd come off as the bad guy no matter what! They push and push 'til he's about to snap...then he wakes up! The rage super heats his blood and his skin glows red and steam pours out his ears! His hair is all wacky cuz it holds it's shape on the pillow from all the heat lmao June and the rest of them find out about it when they see steam coming out from under his door at night. Don't wake him up though! If he's still glowing hot he'll sleep walk while in a berserk state. First, it makes him really rude himself lmao. He'll say all the nasty things he won't when he's awake! Second, if he sees someone doin' shit he don't like, they're gettin' these 🤜🤛 In his happy ending you'd see him with his hair flat for the first time wouldn't that be nice :•3 Adam is always doing experiments on himself, kinda just for shits, kinda because he wants to discover something amazing....!.....?!?!??! When he was younger, his sister, who he loved v much, died. He wanted to become a doctor, not because he wanted to find a cure for the thing that killed his sister...because she died in an accident! He wanted to find a way to make people invincible! He's always injecting himself with stuff hoping it'll make him stronger. He likes Keizo as a friend, but to Adam Keizo is a perfect specimen of an indestructable human. Adam's been fascinated with him for a while, but Keizo also just makes for a good subject for testing against! Also, they met when Adam was studying abroad and Keizo came up on a motorbike and attacked the wheels on Adam's scooter. Cute! :•) Keizo used to be a bad boy :•( Other experiments Adam's done: Eyesight like a HAWK Cat ears but for real Jelly bones(?) Longer ween 😳 Lloyd is a stinky tech wiz who likes playing around with AI's and robotics! He has myassive myega brains and he monitors many of the functions of the ship by himself in his server room. When the captain is captured and thrown off the ship, Lloyd uses his know-how and special accesses to make sure the cult doesn't make a mess of everything. He knows about and can see everything that happens on the ship...for fun he likes video games toooo! And plays with Koa! He likes buildin' lil gadgets n tings for fun too! They can come in real handy! nsfw! Stuff past here!!!!!!!!! June, Koa, and Lloyd are all inexperienced!

As a lover, Keizo tries to be gentle...but once he gets into it he can be a bit rough! If you're into it, just enjoy! Or speak up and he'll slow down! Hmmm I was inspired by a scene from the film Crying Freeman (which I haven't actually watched 8•|) of some ppl doin' it in a closet(?)...it's all dark and cramped and humid and their skin is so shiny and glistening it's probably the thing that awoken me to drawing people super sweaty. I just can't help myself 😳 def wanna give Keizo a scene like that. This doodle was inspired by it actually lmao

Adam is patient and gentle! Lots of kisses and verbal reassurance and checking in w/ u. He's aware of his age and he doesn't wanna come off badly so he'll let you do all the pursuing. And June will pursue him hard if she has to! He's also gonna make you beg and ask, just so he's sure sure :•) He loves to sit her up on the examining table n do things wit his mouf n fingers 😳 I'd probably make it an option to call him daddy in certain scenarios...up to u if u choose it find out what happens for urself idk 😳😳😳 or don't

Koa likes to tease you, maybe bully you a lil, but when it comes to intimacy he's a wimp! I just like the idea of making the bully bend to your will, but he likes it. It just feels good to wipe that cocky smile off his face! Step on him! Make him whimper! I know June's a virg too, but Koa is just so easy to tease it makes it feel like second nature. BUT the more time they spend together, the more confident Koa becomes. So! Enjoy havin' him under your thumb while you can cuz it might not last forever! Lloyd tries to stay composed when June starts showing an interest. He's usually alone in his server room, but secretly appreciates her company when she comes by. At first he'll act like he's too busy. He's not used to being around women! As his interest in June grows it becomes harder to hide his feelings! So June notices...and teases him! Cuz it's just so easyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyYYYYYYY 😩 Seeing his serious expression crack when you put ur hands in his pants is lots of fun :•3 And he shows you a voice he's never shown anyone else before 🤤 He does his research and with your help he'll learn exactly how to worship u 😌 IF it ever happens there has to b a new game plus where u unlock threesome scenes with Koa/Lloyd and Adam/Keizo :•x That's all 4 now! Sorry I'm fuckin' gross and don't know how to type :•|

#the depth of heaven #koa #keizo #adam #lloyd #june #ocs #puzzle #text post

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I posted 693 times in 2021

217 posts created (31%)

476 posts reblogged (69%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 2.2 posts.

I added 2,624 tags in 2021

#skyward sword - 555 posts

#legend of zelda - 553 posts

#nintendo - 542 posts

#link - 249 posts

#zelda - 236 posts

#zelink - 126 posts

#ss zelda - 107 posts

#ss link - 99 posts

#sky zelda - 80 posts

#sky link - 77 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#she’d be like “well the sandship isn’t functioning anymore anyway and you worked hard to save it and with everything else you did you deser

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186 notes • Posted 2021-06-07 01:12:20 GMT

I found something really cool earlier and maybe y'all know about it but!!

So when I was doing the final Ghirahim fight earlier today, I noticed a weird round thing almost like a sun, with things branching off of it, on the side of the Sealed Grounds. Then, after the whole cutscene where Demise comes back, I went and looked at the wall.

You know the beginning cutscene of SS, where it explains how Skyloft came to be and shows Hylia and the monsters and all in this caveman-type art? (an example below)

Yeah?

Well, that art is on the walls of the Sealed Grounds in the past.

(Look at the arrows)

The entire history of the war against Demise.

On the walls.

Of the Sealed Grounds.

ALKJSKJSKJSAKJSAKJSKJASJKSKJSA

190 notes • Posted 2021-05-27 17:48:21 GMT

I love Skyward Sword fans so much. We're just this (small, sadly) group of extremes who will kill anyone who complains about Fi or Zelda or any other character/dungeon/thing. We're always so excited to find other fans like "WHAT?? YOU LOVE SS TOO? OMG THAT'S SO AMAZING LET'S TALK ABOUT IT FOR THE NEXT TEN YEARS." We go a little crazy seeing ANY SS content bc nowadays it's kind of forgotten; so, naturally, we all went INSANE seeing the announcement about it getting a Switch port. We're also super passionate about like everything from the game, even small stuff. I mean, I've seen people freak out over the doodle of Pipit in Karane's diary, or other such things. (I myself kind of lost it when I first saw the image of Link on Groose's punching bag. I also blabbered excitedly to myself when I found a Goddess cube in Lanayru Sand Sea I hadn't ever found on my other playthroughs. Stuff like that).

Idk, I just wanted to applaud us. *claps* Bravo, SS fans. We're an awesome bunch.

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All right time to clear something up for y'all new SkSw players

So apparently in SkSw HD there was a HILARIOUS line that was cut out. That line is just. adjkasjfd;ksjafk. I'm very annoyed it was cut. (and apparently other things were cut out too? I don't know yet what they are).

But anyway, if you're wondering, in the Wii version, during the time Link enters Faron Woods and encounters Machi the Kikwi, Fi pops out and says that the Kikwi elicits a dowsing response similar to Zelda's aura. Two speech bubble options pop up, one of which is just some general, yet sensible option and the other of which is "Zelda?" (if you choose the second, it means Link is a dumb lil child who thinks Zelda has been turned into a Kikwi, I guess).

But anyway, if you select the "Zelda?" option, Fi just gives you this look and says, "There is an 85% chance that this Kikwi is not Zelda."

Anyway it's funny and they should have left it in

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.:From story to thumbnail (SwapOut):.

@eaudecrow @chatxkilluaxnoir

I’m so sorry I’m getting to these so late, my brain wanted to organize the thoughts regarding to this topic first, but I decided to start typing it out and will try my best to explain my process to you!

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I had an idea one day which was something like “US!Pap dressing up as UT!Pap” that became “A skelebro impersonating the other”, which resulted in this phone doodle in April 2016 (and then later considered a sans version)

Then I wanted to make it into a story, so I began to think of some sort of a beginning, and an end, which are kinda easier to think of than the middle part. In fact I’m probably still thinking of how to make the middle better haha

I knew from the start that I wanted to do a crossover between Underswap and Undertale, and have a skelebro from one universe impersonate the other. And for trippy, inter-universal travel to happen, I had to think of a reason for Swap to activate his time machine, which is usually a last resort.

So here I figured out and established a setting that I wanted to start off in:

Starts in Genocide route in UnderSwap/Undertale where Frisk/Chara doesn’t return. US!Papyrus lost his US!Sans to Frisk. He killed them but now he's moping around, waiting for them to RESET... but nobody came. (Well... he did say if Frisk truly was their friend, they wouldn't come back.) There's no RESET. US!Sans never comes back home. No one does.

Which left me with this summary for the story:

“US!Papyrus snaps in his timeline and accidentally travels to UT where he ______.”

At this point I didn’t know how I’d end it, but I knew I’d loosely follow a route in Undertale where he’d end up [REDACTED], so it wasn’t like I was working completely from scratch in the first place for this story. I was never good at making things up from scratch, so working off of something that already exists i.e. doing fanart makes it easier. At the same time, I didn’t want to be unoriginal, which is hard haha ;;

Since he was going to the classic UT universe, I knew he’d have to interact with the characters there along the way before he finally reached the end.

So while keeping all that in mind, I finished typing a first draft of the entire story.

Yes, I typed the ENTIRE script for the comic before I started drawing anything.

Which, honestly? ...I think you’re supposed to do??

But when you’re young and just starting off comics, it’s easy to be impatient and to want to just work off the top of your head as you draw your comic...

I literally can’t do that though, as proven by my old comics that I never got around to drawing more than 2 pages of before I didn’t know where I was going. It’s also why I’m terrified of attempting the kinds of tumblr comics that swerve based on asks from people haha! I really admire the people who are able to do so.

I actually typed all these early thoughts here when I posted the first SwapOut page

Anyway after typing the first draft of the script, I finally let myself start the thumbnails. My script was divided into how much I thought would fit in a comic page as I typed, so I drew a thumbnail based on each divided section.

For example :

(these thumbnails are usually posted in the $2 tier on my patreon!)

The way I type my scripts is not standard at all, so if I know how I’ll draw them, I type their actions with their dialogue mashed together x’D But usually I’ll just type the dialogue by itself and keep going, spacing them out for each page. Also it’s good to arrange them so it helps the page flow naturally reading from left to right. (same with drawing as well!)

After that, I kinda use the thumbnail directly as a sketch nowadays (cos i’m a lazybones) and go straight into doing lines (or a more detailed sketch if the thumbnail is too rough/vague)

And that’s pretty much it! It took me a while to choose a page for an example haha but I think this is one of my favourites

As for Chapter 5, all the new pages were actually the scenes with Swap blasting his blaster! They weren’t originally planned in the script but I wanted to add more to the comic rather than him just enter the void and get out haha

I think a page probably takes me two days if I already have the thumbnail ready and I’m working on it straight without breaks, but I’ve been doing more of those which honestly makes my life on this a little easier (less grumpy and more relaxed yes please)

Again sorry this took so long to reply to! I’m also thinking of doing a more detailed tutorial thing for my Patreon but I feel like I already explained most of it here haha ;; Maybe more red flow line examples of my pages? idk

Asks are always welcome! I just suck at replying to them aha ;;

#catschats #swapoutcomicask #script #tutorial #comic #thumbnail #inboxthings

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