Here is my surprise that I had planned 1 month ago, The Ink Amalgamation!
This was a big challenge it wasn't easy at all to make the model, it took me 1 month and a half to finish it. I hope you like my little gift.
Here's some behind the scenes and sorry for the long "ask".
(( WHAT!!??? WOW!! OMG
THIS IS SO COOL!!?? NO SORRY THIS IS AMAZING!! IT;S THE BIG BAD,,, THE BIG GOOP MOSNSTER,,, AAAHH I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU MADE SOMETHING SO COOL OUT OF A MESSY DRAWING!! 😭😭😭💕💕💕💕👀👀👀👀👀👀😍😍😍🤩 HE'S SO SCARY,, 😱WOW THIS IS JUST SO WELL MADE AND KJDHASAD
thank you so much!!! this is so cool and i'm so honored that you spent time on making this for me 😭💕💜very appreciate it! this came out amazing!! i love it so much! thank you again for putting so much effort and dedication into making him!! i will save this forever! 🤩✨ and the behind the scenes is so cool! i don't know anything about making 3D models but it's so interesting to look at! ))
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'The Freaks'
I love their trio!
Everybody knows who's meant when somebody says The Golden Trio. Kiri, Spider and Lo'ak deserve a name too!
Do they have a name yet? If not, can we call them the freaks?
I know, on the nose, but I feel like, after getting labeled as freaks again and again and again, they at some point would just roll with it and act extra weird whenever someone tries to hurt them with the word. Like stick their tongues out or make weird noises or wiggle their extra finger into people's faces to make them uncomfortable and piss off. Like they use the word freak and turn it into some kind of shield, showing people they don't give a shit what they think of them. And also like taking away the power the word holds. Like they just walk around calling each other freaks, in front of people, and the word freak just turns into something that can't hurt them anymore.
Also, it's a burden they carry together. It binds them. All three of them don't really fit, in one way or another and it's just what they have in common and what they bonded over in the first place. It's a feeling of solidarity. They call them selves the freaks openly, so people can't do it behind their backs. And at some point people stop trying to get at them, just leaving them alone, growing even a little afraid of them, respecting them in some way.
Because, they are the freaks. They are not to be messed with.
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What do you think? Can we make this a thing? Or do they maybe already have a name and I didn't catch it? Or do you have a better idea?
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TWINS
"What sets you apart then? When your body isn't even fully your own. When you share parts of yourself with another.
When you conform to the appeals of those around you, will you claim it is out of defiance? When you finally get your selfish desires, will you claim it is for the good of everyone else?
Yuu, does this set you apart?
Even with that new identity, that hypocrisy, are you truly as unique as you tell yourself?
When your mirror image looks you back in the face, it will remind you of the lie you have become. You are just as much of a villain as everyone else here. You have left all your origins behind. You are corrupt.
Welcome home, to a Twisted Wonderland, right where you've always belonged."
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It’s like a switch flipped yesterday. ⚡️
For the first time in many months I feel like just maybe, possibly, I’m moving forward again instead of backward in terms of my plans for the future. Maybe it’s because it’s been almost exactly a year since I pulled the trigger on leaving my former job and that my rekindled obsession with Elvis reared up at the same time.
Maybe it’s because I’ve been reminded this week that life is unpredictable and short and finite. Idk.
Whatever the reason, I’m glad for it. 💗
It means I’ve got some big (great? exciting? slightly terrifying??) changes in the works for how I want to pursue my writing career. And I want y’all to come with me on the ride…🤞🏼💃🏼cuz I don’t want to even think of doing it without you! 💗💗💗
(Any vibes of perseverance and motivation you can send my way so I’ll follow through on these goals would be much appreciated! Cuz god knows I can and will psych myself out about it again real easily if I’m not careful! Lol)
Love you babies and more coming soon…
💗 Madi
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Hi there!! Your milgram drabbles are actually giving me life. If you're still taking requests (if not, totally fine!!), how about Haruka and Colours? :)
Aww thank you so much!!! :D Thank you for the request ooh, it's such a fun prompt for him! I ended up going with something for him and Muu between the first two trials, but I still wanted the main focus to stay on his voice and growth 👍
“This is your wardrobe?” Muu's eyebrows raised. “That's all there is?”
“W-well, I don't own much else that I, I really like to wear. Sorry." Haruka’s mind whirled into a panic. His new friend had been in his cell for less than two minutes and he was already a disappointment. She knew a lot about clothes and fashion, but he didn’t know a thing about that. They’d have nothing in common. She’d grow bored of him, and hate him, and --
“Aw, you don't need to apologize! The warden should be sorry for making you wear this. Muu will have to fix it.”
“Fix what?” He bit down on his thumbnail. He knew there was a lot of him that needed fixing. That’s what he’d been told as long as he could remember. But what did she plan on doing that no one else could?
“All white does not do you justice. I'll request some things for you, okay? Let’s see…"
She spun away from the clothes to examine him. He squirmed under the sudden, intense gaze. She looked him up and down, without saying a word. He hugged his arms to his chest. He had too many painful memories of people looking at him like that. But at the same time, he hoped she would never stop…
Her lips twisted into a gentle pout. “See? You poor thing, you don’t feel confident in that at all.”
“W-well, it’s only that --”
“-- Don’t worry about a thing. Muu will get some neutrals, and a few accents. That will help bring out your eyes.”
“My, uh, my eyes?”
“Mm, they're your best feature.” She said it as if he were crazy for not knowing. His mouth gaped. He had a best feature?
“Speaking of, I'll have to grab some pins to keep your hair back, so you can actually see them…” She reached out to brush some of his hair aside. He flinched, but let her touch him as she tried out a few things. While poised over his face, she looked at him seriously.
“How do you feel about purple?”
He swallowed. How did he feel about purple? Haruka thought it was a strange question, but if Muu was being so nice to him, he should trust her. He should respond perfectly. He went back and forth on what the right answer could be. How did everyone else feel about purple? How did Muu feel about purple?
“Nevermind.” She put her hands on his quickly raining shoulders. He relaxed them. “I think I’ll go with green.”
He sighed with relief. “Oh! Okay!”
Muu continued muttering to herself about different colors and styles, to which he nodded along. If she thought it would help him, he believed her.
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He stepped into the dining hall for breakfast. The prisoners were used to their routine by now, so nothing really caused disruption anymore. It was why Haruka was unprepared to be a disruption himself.
“Haru~” Mahiru called. “Wow!”
His eyes widened. As he scrambled for a reply, Mikoto nodded from another table. “So colorful!” All the eyes turned to him. Even Es turned from where they were speaking with Jackalope in the kitchens. They all smiled at him.
“How fashionable!”
“It suits you well.”
“Aw, look at you!”
The sudden praise forced his hands up to cover the huge smile on his face. “Me?”
He could feel his cheeks redden, but his heart raced in excitement. At their request, he did a stiff turn to show off the whole outfit. “Ah… it’s only because of Muu…”
“And it looks like I did a great job!” She appeared beside him, pressing her palms together. “You look wonderful.”
With so many kind eyes on him, he couldn’t help the giggle that spilled between his fingers.
“Buuut Muu can’t take all the credit,” she said. “Or your clothes. This is you. You look happier. You’re holding yourself differently.”
“I didn’t know…” He hadn’t meant to do that. That was a good thing, right? Haruka felt his legs shift, as he thought too hard about how he was standing.
Is this why he was forgiven? People were finally seeing him. Es really looked at them during his interrogation. The prisoners had noticed him more and more. Even the voices that whispered in his cell at night had taken a strong interest in him. And now, everyone was showering him with their praises. Muu was right, it was more than the bright colors he was wearing.
“Yeah, you seem more confident.”
He lowered his hands to return her beaming smile.
“I… I think I am.”
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