i've never actually seen loss jpg or whatever please explain to me
this is a long story but its fucking great
okay so back in 2002 a man named tim buckley decided to start up a webcomic about videogames called ctrl+alt+del. this was its first strip
fucking stunning writing, i know. now it was early days, so you could argue that tim was just getting started, but the level of humor rarely went higher than this. despite proclaiming to be about videogames, the strip tended to focus more upon the idiotic antics of ethan (guy on the right), lucas (guy on the left), lilah, a female character introduced later on and zeke, a xbox robot ethan makes later on in order to be Wacky
the “comedy” usually came from ethan pretty much being so constantly a problem that it’s a wonder any of the characters hung around him at all, let alone extended periods of time. jokes were largely a set up followed by violence as the punchline, which might not be so bad if it wasn’t tim buckley’s go to punchilne when he couldn’t think of anything actually funny (which was a lot of the time). and it continually got worse as ethan continued to constantly be a burden to all his friends, yet they inexplicably couldn’t stop liking him and bowing to his every whim, even lucas, the alleged straight man to ethan’s manchild, and lilah, introduced as a No Nonsense Girl Gamer somehow becoming his boyfriend
in case you haven’t gotten it yet, ethan is very clearly tim buckley’s self insert fantasy.
the thing is, despite the comic being very obviously bad, it was REALLY popular. like it was an absolutely huge thing. teen boys absolutely lapped up the tired jokes and sitcom cliches and thats not even getting into the absolutely DIRE chef brian comics. actually no you know what i will go into them. here
this was about 2 years after the first strip, and you can start to see the art and comedy style that would come to define ctrl+alt+del as tim buckley pretty much officially gave up on putting effort into his comic
this was literally how he put together his comics: drawing hundreds of predrawn graphics and then sticking them into 4 panels
and since ctrl+alt+del was so popular, it REALLY went to tim buckley’s head. he refused (and really still refuses) to take any kind of criticism. he became very egotistical (he sued a fan for making a flash featuring the CAD characters) and there are some reports of him doing pretty shady things over the internet
and then he hit on his greatest idea
instead of sticking with comedy in a 4 panel strip format, he decided to introduce drama. characters growing up, getting married, learning responsibility…while STILL sticking rigidly to the comics newspaper esque 4 panel format.
everyone who knew CAD was awful was already making fun of tim desperately trying to introduce pathos into his verse of xbox robots and manchild antics, but his ego was bigger than it had ever been and he couldn’t be dissuaded, and in 2008 he had the storyline in which ethan and lilah get married, and lilah becomes pregnant
and then, just to ratchet up the drama, tim buckley decided lilah would miscarry.
the internet fucking lost it. a moment intended to carry great drama and meaning instead became the funniest unintentional comedy ever written. thousands upon thousands of edits and parodies were made (a sampling can be found here. some of them are pretty gross tho, being ripped from 4chan, so be careful) and its a moment thats become heavily engrained in internet/videogame culture. its gotten to the point where the most simplistic form of representing this comic (a series of straight lines) can be immediately recognisable as making fun of this strip
i didnt explain this in the greatest way and im sure someone can do it more elegantly since i skipped a few things but really the entire history of ctrl+alt+del is an amazing chronicle of one man’s ego
So whilst I was making the comic, I found out I had Movie Maker on my computer of all things, so I quickly downloaded a free recording software and recorded the whole process plus edited it for the heck of it. Unfortunately I didn’t know at the time that Tumblr has a limit on how big of a file you could post. Sooo most of it is left behind.. fml ( ᐛ’ ) Here’s the lineart work anyways ~
underrated groups and why you should check them out
I think it’s easier to find songs you like if you have a word or two that decribes them. Feel free to add groups that I don’t know well enough and I hope you decide to check the ones already on the list.
Bigstar: fun songs (x) (x) sad/calm songs (x) (x) they’re funny (x) Madtown: OMGT for them (x) going hard (x) (x) soft and cute (x) funny (x) JJCC: fun (x) sad (x) (x) jams (x) (x) 360 VR (x) actually Jackie Chan’s kids (x) 24k: badass (x) (x) cute/funny (x) memes (x) Beatwin: these jams (x) (x) (x) Bigflo: jams (x) (x) wizards (x) vietnamese (x) japanese (x) (x) rap (x) vocal (x) B.I.G: iconic intoduction (x) upbeat (x) (x) this jam (x) dance (x) funny (x) N.Flying: (rock band) hype (x) (x) sad (x) amazing covers (x) AOA’s sons (x) Cross Gene: Death note? (x) updeat (x) (x) (x) english (x) japanese (x) sad (x) Lu:kus: dark concept (x) upbeat (x) soft and nice (x) M.I.B: great rappers (x) (x) (x) (x) Kangnam solo, he’s singing (x) Alphabat: badass (x) upbeat (x) (x) calm (x) Halo: jams (x) (x) cute (x) slow jam (x) MyName: these jams (x) (x) very sad mv (x) slow song (x) Up10tion: jam (x) jam + fun concept (x) this cute collab (x) cute slow jam (x) History: jams (x) (x) slow jams (x) (x) the dance that killed everyone (x) The Legend: jams (x) (x) ballad (x) (x) slow sad jam (x) A.Cian: badass (x) cute slow-ish jam (x) cute upbeat jam (x) BTL: jams (x) (x) they went on a hiatus after those 2 songs, not disbanded N.Sonic: jams (x) (x) (x) hard jam (x) cute song (x) this jam and dance! (x) Topp Dogg: these jams (x) (x) iconic tbh (x) really good jam (x) Romeo: this jam (x) cute and upbeat (x) amazing dancers (x) Uniq: jams (x) (x) (x) nice slow jams (x) (x) (x) chinese (x) amazingdancers (x) Speed: amazing dancers (x) (x) these jams (x) (x) slow-ish song (x) (x) Hotshot: great songs (x) (x) best dance practice (x) this jam (x) High4: dark concept (x) sad and nice (x) cute concept (x) Mr.Mr: slow jam (x) (x) (x) jam (x) Snuper: 80s style jam (x) catchy jam (x) slow jam (x) K-Much: jam (x) ballad (x) slow jam (x) Big Brain: ballads (x) (x) Voisper: (2016 debut) amazing vocals (x) just debuted with a single Apl: (2016 debut) very nice slow song (x) they just debuted with a single Ze:a: nice slow jams (x) (x) cute slow jam (x) A6p: jam (x) they only have this debut single M.a.p.6: slow jam (x) they only have this debut single
Road Boyz: jam (x) slow jam (x) slow song (x) Offroad: jam (x) this jam tho (x) slow jam-subunit (x) HeartB: ballads (x) (x) (x) slow, cute (x) VAV: jam with a great dance (x) slow song (x) jam (x) Target: slow, uniqe jam (x)
they only have this predebut single Boys Republic: jams (x) (x) (x) this jam (x) addicting chorus (x) slow song (x) A-Jax: jams (x) (x) (x) slow song (x) bubbly song (x) 100%: jams (x) (x) (x) (x) slow jam (x) ballad (x) sub-unit: slow sad song (x) Royal Pirates: (rock band) jams (x) (x) (x) slow jam (x) going hard (x) Imfact: (2016 debut) jam (x) this jam too (x) slow jam (x) slow, warm (x) KNK: (2016 debut) slower, unique jam (x) ballad (x)
Girl groups: Wanna.B: badass concepts (x), catchy songs (x), amazing dancers (x) Rainbow: fun (x) jams (x) (x) cute (x) Laboum: 80s style (x) cute (x) upbeat (x) jam (x) cute, bubbly jam (x) Crayon Pop: really unique concepts (x) (x) (x) (x) catchy songs (x) (x) (x) Dal Shabet: girl power (x) composed by the maknae (x) jams (x) (x) (x) Wa$$up: this jam (x) jams (x) (x) (x) (x) Tahiti: fun jam (x) jams (x) (x) (x) slow song (x) MyB: fun/upbeat (x) (x) slower, catchy (x) 4ten: upbeat (x) (x) (x) (x) 2eyes: jam (x) slower jam (x) hip hop jam (x) Unicorn: slow jam (x) slow song (x) upbeat (x) Sonamoo: badass hip hop (x) cute jam (x) Playback: slow jam (x) collab with Eric Nam (x) Dia: upbeat (x) jam (x) cute, slower jam (x) Year 7 Class 1: slow jams/cute (x) (x) (x) upbeat, cheerful (x) Nine Muses: jams (x) (x) (x) slowish jams (x) (x) in sync dancers (x) D.Holic: jams (x) (x) ballad (x) slow jam (x) Lovelyz: cute jams (x) (x) (x) Oh My Girl: amazing vocals, uniqe concept (x) cute jam (x) catchy jam (x) Rania: jams (x) (x) (x) (x) Purfles: slow jams (x) (x) jam (x) vocals/acapella (x) The Ark: nice slow song with a nice rap (x) awesome dancers (x) April: cute songs (x) (x) (x) Cosmic Girls: slow electronic jam (x) cute song (x) chinese (x) Brave Girls: slow jams (x) (x) (x) this jam (x) jam (x) ChoColat: slow jams (x) (x) jam (x) Wings: slow jams, great vocals (x) (x) Davichi: ballads (x) slow jam (x) (x) (x) Spica: jam (x) (x) (x) (x) upbeat (x) slow song (x) (x) Minx: this jam (x) cute jam (x) amazing dancers (x) (x) Melody Day: upbeat (x) slower jam (x) ballad (x) Ladies’ Code: slower song, unique (x) (x) very sad (x) upbeat (x) (x) (x) (x) Fiestar: slower song (x) slower, catchy (x) (x) upbeat (x) (x) Hello Venus: upbeat, cute (x) (x) techno (x) slower jam (x) (x) CoCoSoRi: (2016 debut) jam + fun, unique mv (x) it was a wild trip
*ps: keep in mind that some of these groups may not have enough money for a mv or just recently debuted so I included other videos too, I tried to link official channels when I could
**message me if you want to recommend any changes/upgrades to the list. I left out the disbanded groups even tho I love them. *EDIT: I’m most likely just going to make a part 2 with your recommendations
how long does it take you to make a post? Like making the poses, setting up the rooms, dressing the sims, etc
it depends reallyyyy. those last couple of zatty photosets where i spammed 15 posts took around two days on and off to complete.
my process is usually writing out a summary of whatever i’m doing so i know the type of poses i’ll need then i’ll start by gathering any objects and accessories for it. next i’ll go ahead and open blender to work on poses.
for that set i made 40 poses lmao. out of the 40 i used maybe 30. i like being thorough and for me that means not having weird transitions between one photoset and the next. lmao it always bugs me when someone goes “well that escalated quickly” so i’ve been trying to be mindful of it and show everything that’s important so there’s no room for confusion. like i purposely took 72826 photosets of Zatty in the laundromat for that reason.
after making the poses i’ll go in my 40x40 casland save and test each pose to make sure everything looks correct. that only takes about maybe 20 mins but then there’s always some type of clipping i have to fix especially with couples poses. after i fix them then i’ll open up my main save and dress everyone for their prom pictures ;P
posing and taking the pics doesn’t take too long maybe like 2-3 hrs if i’m taking breaks in between. i do get excessive and take 72727 of the same angle tho so it can be longer if i want it to look nice.
i’d say editing the pictures takes the most time out of anything because it’s such a tedious process of rinse and repeat. like after the sixth one i’m like please. i actually just looked and there were 37 pictures in total that i edited for that. smhhhhhh.
it’s also fun tho because i can see the photosets come together and make sense once i add in dialogue and what not. but yeah i don’t really just sit there for that long doing it. i take breaks to eat, i go to work, i sleep, or just naturally get side tracked.
it sounds like a lot but if i’m just bullshitting around making selfie poses or something minimal it legit takes like less than 2 hrs to do everything start to finish.
hi it's the c++ anon, and im learning c++ for my degree in game design so i can be a concept artist, and it's the bane of my existence please never take it. i'm honestly worried i could fail the class because i dont understand 50% of what's happening
Asdjksbgfoi au where dadvid isnt canon okay thanks have fun reading
edit: could yall tell me if you see the italics???? for some reason they arent showing up and without them the story becomes really hard to read;;;; you know what im just gonna use the ‘—–’ method for thought even tho its ugly ignore this
At the end of summer, Camp Campbell would be shut down for good. It was a miracle that Ered’s Dad’s didn’t have the place shut down after that disastrous Parent’s Day, but upon seeing how upset most of the children were about going home and how much fun they seemed to be having (and Ered’s cool facade dropping for about a minute when she heard about them shutting it down), the Miller’s decided to keep the place open, as long as they were allowed to drop by at random times to check on the ‘safety’ of the camp.
And now it was August 28th, the last day of camp. Most of the parents came and picked up their children themselves, but Nikki, Harrison, and Max all stood outside by the dirt road, waiting for the Quartermaster to arrive with the bus. Harrison was doing his magic tricks for Nikki— ones that oddly enough, focused on getting things to appear in his hat rather than disappear, and Nikki would excitedly clap after each sock, tree branch and occasional bouquet came out of it (Nikki noticed that after each trick Harrison looked a little disappointed, but she brushed it off as him wishing he had gotten something cooler out of his hat). Max however, was avoiding even glancing at the two of them. The magic reminded him of his— ahem, traumatic experience involving some scarves, but he was also thinking about how much he didn’t want to go home. It was funny, Max had spent the entire summer hellbent on getting out of Camp Campbell, but now that it was time to go, he loathed even the concept of leaving the damned place.
Why did he even want to stay here? There was no Wi-Fi, nor was there any plumbing, edible food, and it certainly wasn’t any fun. It didn’t make sense to him. A thought crossed his mind.
‘Is it because of David?’ He immediately shut down the idea with a vigorous shake of his head. ‘No way, that happy go-lucky bastard is the main reason I wanted to leave.’
His contemplation was interrupted as soon as he heard the loud screech of the bus stopping right in front of him. Nikki crawled onto bus on all fours, resembling a feral animal rather than an Ex-Flowerscout, while Harrison strolled up the stairs with a sigh, staring longingly into his hat. Max lingered the the base of the bus stop. If he wanted to, he could dash right back to the flagpole outside and cling to it like a koala, or maybe speed into the mess hall and hide under one of the tables, or even-
David’s arm wrapped around his shoulder, and he shot Max a reassuring smile. ‘How did he even get here? How did I not notice him kneeling beside me?’ Max wondered, staring at him with slight shock.
“You deserve to be happy, Max. Just keep trying.” David smiled that comforting David smile he does after each emotional revelation the two of them share. “It may not be okay now, but it will be. Nev-”
“Bus’s leavin’” The Quartermaster cut in.
David sighed at him, before turning back to Max, seeing him viciously wiping tears off his cheeks. Max peeked over David’s shoulders, and saw Nikki and Harrison too busy talking to each other to notice the scene outside. Max, now reassured his hardass reputation wouldn’t be tarnished, gave David the tightest hug he thinks he’s ever received. David gladly returned it.
After a few seconds, they both let go, and Max walked back onto the bus, and sat in the very back seat. The doors closed and bus started off, not without Max noticing David rapidly waving with one hand, the other wiping tears off his cheeks, and Gwen with an arm around David’s shoulders, slowly waving alongside him.
For the next 8 years, Max clung to David’s words for dear life. His crippling nihilism didn’t change, nor did his attitude. His parents didn’t change either. They fed him, clothed him, and gave him a place to stay, but they never paid any mind to him, only treating him as if he were some pet they hated, but had to take care of due to owing the original owner. Max went through school all by himself, never bothering to make any friends, or do his homework, and he definitely never ever asked for any kind of help. He felt he wasn’t worthy of friends, or a life, or any form of assistance. After all, his very existence is a burden to those who are supposed to care about him most, why should he think other people will treat him any better?
Yes, he remained the tough, outspoken, ill-disciplined boy with very deep and well hidden internal self-hate and loneliness. The only reason he didn’t just off himself is because somewhere in his subconscious, the words “You deserve to be happy” would echo in his mind like a broken record until the very thought of suicide seemed like something out of a fever dream.
Max was what teachers called a “trouble child”. He constantly didn’t turn in assignments, he would insult and steal from teachers and students, he would sell test scores, and when given detention, he wouldn’t even bother to show up. There was even a rumor he was a part of some street gang. Even with all this, staff pitied him. It was clear he put no effort into school, but on the few tests he actually wrote instead of shooting pencils across the room, he would get high B’s or low A’s. It was so clear that if he wasn’t the stereotypical tough guy kid, he would be at the top of his class. Hell, if he actually gave a damn he could probably become valedictorian with ease.
But he didn’t become valedictorian. Even with the few good grades he got, they weren’t enough to get him a passing grade. Max didn’t graduate, and dropped out of high school. As soon as he turned 18, he moved out of his parents house into a shabby, -1 star apartment at the edge of town and spent most of his time with the fabled street gang. That lasted for a bit, until it got busted by the cops, but due to his quick wit he managed to escape without them ever knowing he was there. He skipped town, renting another -1 star apartment in a different state and got a job at some fast food joint, until a week later he was fired for cursing out some douchebag customer. Max joined another gang, this time selling drugs. This one lasted a while and paid pretty good, until the head of the cartel was shot down by a rival gang. Without money, Max was kicked out of the now -3 star apartment.
All that leads to now, him smoking a cigarette under an awning behind a 7-11, watching the rain pour down in the middle of the night. He had a larger, shabbier version of his blue hoodie on, and backpack filled with a couple bucks, a switchblade, a now-soggy notebook, and that stupid stuffed bear he could never will himself to throw out. He puffed out cigarette smoke, and began to contemplate his situation.
‘I’m alone— nothing new, in the rain, behind some beat up convenient store with no money and nowhere to go. This is stupid and hopeless, I have a knife in my bag, I should just—’You deserve to be happy. There it was again. The words that always seemed to show up when he needed them. Who said them to him again? ‘D… D… Derek? No, that’s douchey. A Derek would never say something like that. Dan— no way that guy was batshit. D… D… David? Yes! That was it. David, that one happy go-lucky bastard from my old summer camp. What was that place ever called? Jesus how could I forget a name like “Camp Campbell?” Cameron Campbell was just on the news for drilling the Philippines into even more poverty than before! I should go visit that old piece of shit, maybe it finally rotted away like it should have decades ago.’
And so he was off, hitchhiking his way over to his old summer camp. Max had no idea where the hell it was, but he knew the general direction: across state borders. He knew that this was one of the dumbest ideas ever, and that the campsite was probably a Walmart by now, but he was damn curious.
After a week of aimless walking around his home state with his thumb out, an older, kind looking blonde woman picked him up. Upon hearing him talk about wanting to go to his old summer camp, but he didn’t know where exactly it was, the woman was delighted to search it up for him (on a map, something about being raised on a farm and how ‘country girls make do’). It turns out they were only an hour away from the site (the woman giggled about it being fate). Max began to say that he’ll walk there and he didn’t want to be a burden, but she hushed him almost immediately. “Nonsense! I got a couple hours to spare before the fruit in the back starts-a wiltin’, and there’s no way you’re a burden, sugar.”
The two of them talked for a bit, eating some of the farmed strawberries she was transporting to a farmers market, and an hour later, Max was walking along the patchy trail that led up to Camp Campbell, a couple dozen strawberries in his backpack.
He reached the large wooden sign that once read “CAMP CAMP”, but now the only letters left were “C M”, and even those were unbelievably faded. The flag pole had lichen growing on it, and the mess hall was even worse than before (Max didn’t think that was possible. He was wrong). Max continued exploring the camp grounds, seeing the bonfire pit basically nonexistent, the platypus was old, living by the river while its children swam around, spooky island was even more spooky, and the place the campers set up their tents had grass so tall you could knit a sweater with it.
The Woodscouts and Flowerscouts were still on their respective sides of the lake, seeming more lively than ever. This pissed Max off to no end. If he had to hear the two shout across the lake at each other about how they were “going to destroy you little flower girls with our popcorn” or “you nasty boys were cursed to fail once that Jermy kid joined your camp 11 years ago” anymore, he would gut all of them like fish.
Max had explored every last area of the camp he could remember (he even saw that the squirrels had crowned a new king), and he felt an intense wave of nostalgia and an immense, inexplicable sadness. He sat down in front of the flagpole and leaned back onto it, eating some of the strawberries from his bag. He glanced around the unkempt area, mentally mocking each little part of it.
‘David would freak if he saw the camp like this.’ The sudden thought burst out of nowhere, catching Max off guard. Why would he even care about what David thought of the shitty abandoned camp? It’s not like he would see it again. It doesn’t even matter.
Yet, somewhere deep inside, Max knew that wasn’t true. ‘This fucking camp is the only reason I haven’t up and offed myself.’ He reasoned. If it had rotted away decades ago, Max probably wouldn’t have lived past 11. He furrowed his eyebrows, munching on another strawberry. ‘But it’s a damn summer camp that hasn’t been opened since Campbell got busted. Does it really matter what’s up with it now? It served its purpose. It made it so parents didn’t have to deal with their kids for a whole summer.’
Max was considering this idea, until a new thought was dragged into his head. ‘Its purpose wasn’t just to send kids off… its purpose… was to be a place where we could laugh and play, and have adventures every day…’ Max narrowed his eyes. This sounded hard to believe. I mean, summer camp was invented by adults, of course it would be made to benefit adults. And why did those words sound familiar? Anyways, yeah, guys and gals, it’s true. Summer camp is to get rid of— ‘Camp Campbell is a place for me and you.’
For some reason, that thought struck a chord with him. Max began thinking about how this dirty, shabby, fraud of a summer camp was probably the most welcomed and kind place he’s ever been. ‘And what about other kids? They could be here, sent off at this nasty ass summer camp, but I guess it’s better than… what could have happened to me if I didn’t go.’
And this. This stupid little thought brings us to now. After Max slaving away (and stealing) for another year, he was finally able to get Camp Campbell back to its original, really bad state. Max stood proudly, with his hands on his hips, and looked at the newly painted sign reading “Camp Campbell”. After a few more seconds of staring, Max frowned. ‘Mr. Campbell is still alive, isn’t he?’ Max shook a can of red spray paint, and wrote the letters “MAX” overtop the second camp. His smirk returned.
“Camps open again?” A gruff voice mumbled out from behind him. Max let out a short shriek, whipping around to see the Quartermaster right behind him.
“When the hell did you get here?!” He yelled, “Have you been here the whole time?!”
The Quartermaster gave a swift nod.
“And you didn’t help?!”
Nikki, who had just crawled out of an old cave system, sat with her shoulders slumped. She wanted to be an adventurer, but she didn’t know that everywhere’s already been explored! She wanted to be above ground, not in some old cave or at the bottom of the ocean! This was lame! And she couldn’t even use her animal speaking skills.
She stopped her internal rant upon hearing faint music. Following the sound, she opened her bag and pulled out her phone. Nikki dropped her cave diving equipment beside her bag, and answered the call.
Neil was in the middle of a lecture, talking about some kind of computer advancement he had made. Half the class was asleep, the other half was barely not asleep, and Neil was very, very bored. He thought science was interesting—
which it was, but he also thought it was exciting. It turns out that geniuses like him are simply given a pat on the back for their help, and sent off to teach a bunch of lectures to the “bright minds of the future”. All these people were older than him for Christ’s sake! He should be receiving some kind of award for his inventions! Neil continued droning on about his discoveries to the class, only to be interrupted by a phone ringing.
“Alright, who’s is it?” He stated impatiently.
No answer. The phone kept ringing.
“Seriously guys, you want to leave just as much as I do. Answer the phone or you stay longer.”
Neil glanced around the room, searching for the source of the sound, only to see his own phone vibrating across his desk. Neil blushed in embarrassment. At this point he’d take anything to stop talking about nerd stuff, so he ran over to his desk and picked it up.
Max stood at the main entrance of Camp Camp, watching two figures emerge from the patchy dirt road leading up to the grounds.
Nikki and Neil walk alongside each other, Nikki blabbering about obviously fake adventures she went on to Neil, who listened respectfully, but still annoyed. She stopped talking upon seeing Max at the gate, smirking at the two of them. Nikki plowed forward like a bull, and gave him a bone crushing hug.
“MAX!!!” She screamed in excitement, picking him up and twirling him around. Neil quickly ran up to her and got her to put him down. Max wearily leaned on one of the poles holding up the camp’s name.
“It’s good to see you Max,” Neil started, “But I have to ask, why did you call us here?”
Max regained his posture and crossed his arms. “Because, you idiot, I want you to be camp counselors with me.” Max stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
“Why would we—”
“YES!!!” Nikki screeched out. This was just what she was looking for! Adventure leader! She did a little happy dance, before regaining her composure and shaking Max’s hand “You have a deal, sir.”
Max shook Nikki’s hand, and shot a smirk at Neil.
Neil furrowed his brows at him. “And how will you be paying us?”
“… The thrill of adventure?” Neil’s frown deepened. “And also we’ll split the profits of the camp three ways.”
Neil really had nothing to lose here, and besides. He could talk to children who still had youthful energy in them about science. They probably wouldn’t be bored out of their wits when he shows them some of his inventions.
And so Camp Camp was reborn. It got a surprising amount of sign ups for it being opened in the middle of summer, run by 3 barely-adults and one creepy hook-man, but people said it “added to the charm”. The campers were just as expected, people who simply didn’t fit in with the Flowerscouts of the Woodscouts— an odd bunch. The parents definitely weren’t swindled, though, Max was brutally honest when describing the camp and the kinds of activities they’d be doing; science, adventure and whatever Max felt like.
Though the place was just as trashy as it was when Max first went there, for some reason it seemed a whole lot nicer in his eyes.
About a mile away in a small, cozy home, a man welcomes his wife home. He sits at a set dinner table, reading the newspaper, occasionally glancing at the stove to see if the pasta water has started boiling yet. His ten year old son is in the other room, Leaving his toy trains and Nerf guns abandoned as he goes up to hug his mother.
The man smiles, and glances back down at his newspaper, only for his eyes to widen upon seeing an advertisement for a place called “Camp Maxwell”. His son walks up behind him, and points at the brightly coloured ad.
“Daddy, What’s that?” He asks, wonder in his eyes.
“It’s a summer camp ad, little man, you wanna go?” He smiled as his son lets out a loud ‘yes!’ alongside a fist pumping into the air.
“Okay, well let’s ask your mother,” The man pauses, and takes a deep breath. “HEY GWEN! DO YOU THINK OUR BOY CAN GO TO A SUMMER CAMP!?”
Gwen walked up to her husband and son, who both had the same wide grin on their faces. She smiles softly. “Alright, which one are you guys looking at?”
Her husband points to the ad, and she widens her eyes in surprise, a mischievous smirk crossing her face for a brief moment. “Oh definitely. He can go there. Sign him up.”
Her son hollers an excited ‘YEAH!’ and runs off into the other room, playing with his trains with newfound energy. Gwen bends down and kisses her husband on the cheek, before walking off upstairs to get out of her work attire.
The man continues looking at the ad for signup information, before reading the motto, and cracking his comforting David smile;
“You deserve to be happy”
yeha im a cheesy piece of shit pls sue me,, also gwen and david is Good Ship™
alright thanks for reading remember to reblog Have A Nice Day bye
He’d be glad to think that someone actually liked him but he’d also be confused as to how someone would want to look up to him (insecurites TT^TT)
He would be really nice to that person and try to buy them almost whatever they want like food, etc.
He would not know what to do with them except protect them during missions or advice them not to follow him on dangerous ones.
He’d ask Dazai or Kunikida on advice then proceed to passing them down to the lad XD
He’d be thrilled of course. But he probably wouldn’t have noticed that a tiny ability user was tagging along for awhile until they pull on his coat (this unsuspecting dork XD )
He’s got so many fun stuff prepared like poison mushroom hunting, tracking the latest suicide manual edition, stealing Kunikida’s wallet, etc
Dazai would get so many advises from the other members as to not taint the poor young soul
The other members would try to steer the lad away from following Dazai and tells them that they could find someone else to look up to instead. Of course knowing Dazai’s personality, the kid would most probably bounce back.
Isn’t too thrilled to have a tiny shadow lurking behind at first. He’d slowly warm up to the lad tho once he finds out how cute they are.
First lesson from Chuya: steer clear of any bandage freaks
Will be protective when entering dangerous battles or on missions
The best martial artist and his apprentice
If the kid is noisy, he’ll levitate them with his ability in hopes to marvel them into shuting up for a sec (he has no chill)
He would also not realize the kid at first. (like teacher like student)
Once he notices tho, he tries to pry the kid off because lets be real, he didn’t believe he could handle another subordinate, yet alone a kid
If talking doesn’t work, scaring might
If the kid is head strong and won’t budge, then he’ll give an attempt at ignoring them.
He’ll soon come accept them tho and he’ll come to appreciate their abilities.
Wouldn’t know how to properly handle a child since he had a hard childhood too. The only method he knows is the way he was brought up by. But he knows that isn’t healthy and he’ll try his best to change.
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I recoloured the bracelet girls from the 5th opening and made them more clearer (Ruri reached to her hips in the opening so I added the rest just because she looked way too short in comparison to Yuzu and the others). Sorry if the transparency isn’t good and if there were any odd or incorrect details.