16/5/2017 in today’s doodle Gary needs a raise. He’s just the camera guy, Sonic, don’t do this to him!
(Seriously though I think there’s no harm in a character creator, let people have fun :) Kids are gonna like it!) (and so will I) (sorry Gary you’re gonna save the world maybe Sonic will pay you in rings)
A sketch from Valentine’s day that I didn’t color until now, and in which tried to play around with camera angles - and failed miserably :,D Also breaking the tradition of Ash with a box and turned the tables this time with Gary returning the favour for once~ (This wasn’t originally supposed to be filled with sakura-like as I tried to do snow and bushes, but then the pic felt it wasn’t gay enough and took control, oops)
Klaine fic - “All the Beautiful Pieces” (Rated NC17)
Blaine Anderson is spending the summer after graduation flipping houses with his brother for Cooper’s total home renovation show. The show features the worst houses Cooper can buy, with Blaine playing the role of lackey so that Cooper can torture him in front of his viewers. The last house Blaine has to renovate is an original Victorian House in San Diego, CA, which is in terrible condition. But this house turns out to be more than just another job. It was once owned by a famous Vaudeville ventriloquist by the name of Andrew Smythe. It houses a very interesting collection of items - among them, two life-sized puppets. Blaine isn’t sure exactly why, but he’s drawn to them - especially to the one with the beautiful blue eyes. He convinces Cooper to give him the puppets, and Blaine starts to restore them. In the course of the restoration, Blaine finds out that neither puppet is simply a run-of-the-mill puppet, and Andrew Smythe was hiding a secret that will be the key to saving two lives.
pulls up to the house at a quarter after ten. It looks exactly the way he left
it, horrendous paintjob and all, but with the addition of a U-Haul truck parked
by the curb, and a grown man wearing a navy blue polo and retro 1980s acid wash
jeans staring in at the window with his hands pressed to the glass. From the
back, he looks like an oversized Cabbage Patch kid, but in the reflection of
the window, he more closely resembles a young Karl Marx with the iconic frizzy beard.
the man plaintively moans. “Blaine, where are you? Open the door…”
shakes his head when he sees him, chuckling at his woeful wail. Blaine parks in
front of the house, but the man doesn’t notice, focused as intently as he is on
the living room full of toys, visible through the curtains that Blaine neglected
to pull closed the night before.
Blaine calls out as he steps out of his minivan. “Have some self-respect, man.”
STAN: Dude! STAN: I mean, sure. *clears throat* Yeah. *nods* I’d like to. GARY: *smiles* Okay. So, how should we-
GARY: What? Was it that bad or because of the alcohol? STAN: Neither. You know, I… throw up when I’m… nervous around people I, uh, li-… GARY: Ah yeah, I heard of that. Thanks… I guess? STAN: But, I’m now sure I’m not straight. GARY: *laughs* I’m glad I was able to help. STAN: Uhm, you wanna do that again? GARY: The camera is still on.