i’ve posted drafts of these before but never altogether- here’s my final capstone illustration project! from top to bottom we have: beauty and the beast, the little mermaid, red riding hood, rapunzel, and golilocks & the three bears. click through for full res!
“goldilocks” & the three bears// little red riding hood
my senior capstone project is gonna be a collection of illustrations of well-known stories, reimagined. if anyone has ideas of other fairy tales/ myths/ fables you think would be cool, pass them along!!
Has anyone ever wondered why A Date with Markiplier even happened at all?
I wasn’t really focusing too hard on them earlier and was instead enjoying myself in watching all the other non-Dark endings that this date had to offer. I still think Dark had something to do with starting the date in the first place, but at this point I just assumed it to be pure headcanon at this point…because I still kinda want to believe that he’s pure Yandere.
But then I lingered on it for a long while. And thought of a fun question.
What if A Date with Markiplier was a way for Dark to…say…examine us? Test us? See if we’re close enough to Mark to try and directly sabotage us from him? He doesn’t seem to like Mark all that much, so it wouldn’t be all that new to try and take things away from him.
And the thing is that we don’t have to be tested on all that much. All he needs to know is how smart we are and how invested we are in keeping our date intact. And you can do this with only one choice.
Say we [DON’T PAY] for the meal. All this tells Dark is that we’re not invested as much to cover for Mark’s idiocy, and hence we’re not “worthy” of direct contact because at this point, we wouldn’t really care about him showing up anyway. He’ll only manipulate when needed, after all.
But then he decides to have a bit more fun into it…and then another option shows up to us.
If we [ATTACK], well, we’re competent enough to defend ourselves but not invested in Mark enough to be considered a “loved one”. This is the route where Dark truly leaves us alone, and the three endings that one can obtain from this option bears little to no Dark influence at all. I mean…unless you assume that Dark is an alien and not some weird metaphysical being…but that’s pulling strings at this point.
But when you [DON’T ATTACK], that’s when Dark finds the ultimate joy. You’re apparently just as dumb as Mark, which means you’re probably just as fun to mess with on repeated measures. So at the pure dumbest, Dark decides that maybe it’s time to play around with you.
You’re now a completely different form of interest to him now. You’re not trapped in a rewinding loop, to the point where the only way to break out of this loop is to either kill the source (which in this case is Mark, due to him being in the same body at this point, hence the [MARK DED AF] ending), or go to a completely different metaphysical entity entirely to get him to break you out, hence Warfstache.
All right. [DON’T PAY] and face the consequences. Got it. But let’s back up a bit and actually [PAY].
This gets Dark’s interest. He now sees you as invested in this date and considers you a potential “interest” for manipulation. So now it’s time for him to peek his head around the corner. See if you will be interested in meeting face to face. Because hey, manipulation is best when you think you made the choice yourself.
But he’s a bit more forceful than just dropping the choice in once. Remember: [HORROR] is the only choice in the visual novel that you can access twice without any weird rewind shenanigans.
Once you [LEAVE], the option to even see Dark is gone. You somehow got out of there, or maybe he lost interest in playing with you (I mean, he’s not rewinding time here, so that’s counting for something). You’re now left with two options: say [YES] and reveal the world to be another play (which…paired with this option, actually makes sense), or say [NO] and basically reveal that the date was kind of a waste of time for you. Sure, Mark was invested, but you certainly weren’t.
But then you decide to play all the cards. You’re emotionally invested in Mark to keep up a good date, but just intrigued enough at the strange skeleton poking his head out of the ground. Smart, yet invested. Dark decides that you’re probably very worthy of manipulation, because you’re just at the right level of investment…
“Daddy! Daddy, come see what I made!” Your and Harry’s son, Ben, said, racing into the room.
“In a moment, Ben,” Harry sighed, looking over the song lyrics that he had been trying to get right for hours.
“Okay, Daddy,” Ben sighed, walking back towards his room. Harry continued to stare at the lyrics that he was working on, forgetting that Ben wanted him to come and look at something.
“Mommy, why isn’t Daddy coming to look?” Ben quietly said, looking at the painting he had made.
“He’s really busy, sweetheart,” You murmured, biting your lower lip. “I’m sorry, sweetie.”
You brushed the hair off your son’s forehead, before taking his pajamas out of the drawer, and handing them to him.
“Will you read to me?” Ben inquired, taking his pajamas from you.
“Get ready for bed and pick out a book,” You replied, stepping out of his room. You walked towards Harry’s “creativity room”, which also doubled as your office, stopping in the doorway. “Harry, Ben asked you to come look at his painting twenty minutes ago.”
“Hm?” Harry inquired, looking up.
“Harry. Our son, Ben, wanted you to look at his painting. Since you didn’t, will you go read him a book before bed?” You asked.
“Sure, love,” Harry replied, pushing his chair back and heading towards Ben’s room. “What book do you want me to read to you tonight, kiddo?”
“Goodnight Moon, please,” Ben quietly replied. Harry picked the book up off the shelf, and settled on the bed.
“In a great green room There was a telephone And a red balloon And a picture of- A cow jumping over a moon And there were three little bears sitting on chairs And two little kittens And a pair of mittens And a little toyhouse And a little young mouse And a comb and a brush and a bowl full of mush,” Harry read. He reached the end of the book, and looked down at his son, whose eyes had drifted shut. Harry quietly put the book down, brushed his son’s hair off his forehead.
“Goodnight, little one. Sweet dreams,” Harry whispered, before quietly leaving the room.
Simon Lewis/Jace Wayland Rating: G, Word Count: 1561 Fluff, Valentine’s Day, Established Relationship, POV Jace ♥ Read on AO3
For Jimon Week Day 2: Valentine’s Day
Jace loves going a round with the punching bag. He gets
to do all the hitting, and he doesn’t need
to think. He just lets his muscle memory do its thing, while his mind clears
itself of any pent-up aggression and frustration.
should watch you train more often. This is a good look on you.’
Jace smiles and huffs out a laugh. ‘Red and smelling?’ he asks, turning to his boyfriend.
half-naked and sweaty,’ Simon
grins. He pushes off the wall he’d been
leaning against and is instantly by Jace’s side.
Jace leans in for a kiss, closing his eyes when Simon’s hands slide into his hair.
gross!’ Simon whines. He pulls his
hand out of Jace’s hair. ‘I changed my mind. Being sweaty is
disgusting, please take a shower.’
Jace opens his eyes to Simon grabbing the sweatshirt that’s lying next to Jace’s water bottle, and wiping his hands
Here,’ Simon throws him the shirt. ‘To wipe that smug look off your face.’
Jace pulls on the shirt, and Simon tosses him the water
bottle next, just a little faster than necessary. Jace winks when he catches it
plans for tonight?’ Simon asks.
‘It’s pretty quiet out. Just standard
patrols, and I’m not assigned to any of
them, so no. You wanna go do something?’
‘That’s why I came by,’ Simon says. There’s a smile on his lips, but Jace can’t help but think it’s just a little bit too bright.
Squishy humans need a long time to heal from stab wounds, Maze discovers. Two whole weeks, Linda will be in the hospital. And then she’ll need to take it easy for three or four more after she’s allowed to go home.
She visits Linda every day. She brings booze that Linda can’t drink yet, pizza she can’t eat yet. So Maze drinks the booze and eats the pizza for both of them. Linda is still exhausted but she seems both perturbed and amused by this turn of events. But each day she looks a little better.
“I brought you your laptop,” she announces on the fourth day, setting the travel bag down beside the bed. “And some porn.”
Linda laughs so hard she almost pops a stitch.
“That’s very sweet,” she says, and she seems to mean it, “but I don’t think I can watch porn in my hospital bed.”
Maze is glad to see her squishy human laughing, even if it hurt a little.
I got the idea from an unusual AU fic ideas post. That’s all I will say. Enjoy!
“Welcome to Jabberwock Flowers.
Hajime looked around the small flower shop. He’d passed by it on his walk to work several times, but never set foot in it until today. Behind the counter was an unhealthily pale young man around his age. His sickly white hair was pulled back into a ponytail. He was smiling at him.
You’re exhausted. You
shouldn’t be misunderstood you’re ecstatic of course you are but God
you’ve never been so tired in your life. Twelve hours of labour will
do that to a person you suppose. It was worth every hour because
sleeping soundly beside you in her own little hospital cot is your
baby girl. The sweetest, most perfect little girl that the world has
or will ever see. You imagine most new mothers think that, you just
happen to be the only one that’s right. With a man like Finn as a
father she was always going to be wonderful from the get go.
Summary: The fall out of your friends discovering that Tequila is your kyptonite.
Word Count: 1713 words
Prompt: Steve, ‘You’re
important too.’ And ‘I noticed’
A/N: This one is for a wonderful anon and the fabulous @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester
who requested this from my 300 celebration ‘100 ways to say I Love You.’ I joined these two together because it just
fit so damned well. It kinda turned into
a part two from Truth and Tequila but you can read it by itself.
Daylight permeated your
vision and you groaned. Turning your
head felt the subtle pounding of the mother and father of all headaches with
the possibility of a whole load of baby headaches coming along shortly. Your mouth was dry and it felt like you had
been licking a bear for at least three hours in your sleep. And not a cute little animated bear, a full-blown
grizzly who had been wandering in the woods for years and hadn’t bathed in its
entire memory. Forcing one eye open you
look down and realise that you were still in last nights clothes. Well, at least you weren’t waking up in
someone elses room naked you thought to yourself. Just as you were considering turning over and
going back to sleep an alarm sounded through the tower. Leaping up you immediately regretted your
reflexes as the room span. “FRIDAY, what
the hell is going on?” you manage to ask, your voice husky and several octaves
lower than usual.
“Mommy?” Turning around Ms.Heere saw her son tiredly rubbing his eyes.
“Jeremy, what are you doing up? It’s late.”
“I’m thirsty, why do you have a suitcase?” She looked down at her bag before putting it down and hugging Jeremy.
“Why don’t you crawl back in bed, I’ll be up in a little with a glass and I can read you a story. How does that sound?”
“Can it be the one about the little boy and the three bears?”
“Anything for my little Jer-Bear.” He excitedly ran up the stairs as she went over to the sink and began to fill the glass. The guilt began to eat at her. ‘It’s for the best.’