Oh dear, it seems I'm back on my bs. I was playing around with my tablet and thought, you know what? The size difference could always be bigger.
Y/n stumbles into an off-limits room in the Pizzaplex and plays a lost arcade game - not unrealistic for this franchise - and ends up cursed. Unfortunately, the most volatile and violent animatronic ends up finding Y/n struggling to escape one of the water hazards in his golf course.
The more people who know about Y/n's predicament, the more dangerous the situation could become. So somehow, Monty has to figure out a way to keep this miniature human alive and hidden, and then turn them back to their original size.
Aw Tom honestly im grateful you dont delete your old art because even back then they left an impression on peeps (on me as well obv) so itd be sad to see it go,and you get to see how much you improved over the years :D thats how i feel anyway,i also never delete my old art aha
i need a traveling size of you to keep in my breast pocket man, don't ever change
A lot of Connor's peers in uni thought he was a teenage father because he would just take this tiny version of him to lectures. Six-year-old Niles was well behaved so Connor never got in trouble, but Connor hated when groups of people would go up to them trying to talk to Niles because they were rude and loud and made Niles nervous. That mixed with Connor having very little time to himself and him being at least 3 years younger than everyone else meant he had no friends in college.
Him and Niles were also pretty close until Connor was pushed to work on his career and Amanda convinced Niles he had to be better than his brother.
Connor still calls Niles 'Nines' sometimes tho, because little Niles would tell everyone he knew about the multiplying nines trick that Connor taught him, and nine is Niles' favorite number.
Captain! He is baiting us again!!!! Crewmate -- almost crashed us into a meteor!! AGAIN!
-Crewmate 1 🐝
oh for the love of—i knew it was a mistake to leave the comm channels open to him when we're mid-takeoff. i'll hit him with a stick or something, don't worry.
Omg congratulations!!! I've been following your art for a long while now and is so nice that you found someone who you can truly be happy with!! I wish you and your to-be-husband all the best ♡♡
Thank you so much!! He is the light of my life. He's so supportive and kind and makes me a better version of myself. I'm lucky to have him and I thank my lucky stars every single day.
Does anyone else get a little nostalgic and emotional when writing the end of a long fic? Like these are my little paper dolls and I'm almost done with them.
the white wolf’s blizzard, chapter nine excerpt (WIP)
“I hadn’t considered you could risk experimenting with more unstable compounds with your mutations,” Yennefer mused while rolling the stem of a flower she had picked merely to observe its ink plot patterns up close.
“Considering I might be useful to keep around after all?” Geralt smiled flirtatiously.
Yennefer batted those thick, long lashes up at him. “Eager to sacrifice yourself to the greater good of scientific experimentation so soon? I would think you learned something of not trusting mages with that over a decade ago.”
“You’re not like those mages.” The words slipped from Geralt’s mouth before he could stop himself and he knew they sounded stupid. He had no real proof she was different, other than fleeing the influence of Aretuza.
Reaching her delicate hand up, Yennefer tucked the flower’s stem into Geralt’s headband. He hadn’t realized they’d made a natural stop below the boughs of a wisteria tree. The tree was heavily laden with pearls of translucent shades of the purple and white flowers which bore a unique distinction from the wisteria of their world. An inkling, curious where Sava had disappeared to scratched at his thoughts, but Geralt reasoned the man must have explained his leave and Geralt had only registered it subconsciously if his internal alarm bells weren’t ringing.
“You aren’t wrong,” Yennefer said, letting her hand linger, fingering the soft strands of his white hair, “But you have much to learn, trusting so easily.”
Geralt wished he had a whisp of an artist’s talent in his bones to capture this moment in ink or oil paint. Memory would have to suit when he inevitably no longer had this view to enjoy and he would have to scour the continent for a high as close to that which Yennefer of Vengerberg’s presence released within him.
“You could teach me.”
“Or … “A devilish glint in those amethyst orbs. “Triss is an expert in botany and is still bound to the Brotherhood, perhaps she would be a better teacher?” And with that she playfully shoved his face aside so he couldn’t stare at her with such strong adoration.
Removing the flower from his headband, so he wouldn’t forget about it later and face a potential embarrassment, Geralt pocketed the bloom to press between the pages of a thick text later to encapsulate the moment. “I’ll never live that down, will I?”
“Not likely.” But most of the anger had dissipated in the sorceresses’ expression pertaining to the topic and he felt more like the butt of the joke instead – a transition he was glad for.
The Deadly Dollhouse Circus is an ongoing project that I've only recently started working on, it's my current main passion project at the moment and I hope to keep developing it and sharing it with all of you!
Each of these characters is so important to me already and I'm really proud of myself for actually sticking it through to finishing all the art here! It's probably silly to be happy about that, but I'm sure plenty of you can understand how bad procrastination and art block can be.
I can't say at the moment what the overall story of the Deadly Dollhouse is, since I'm still developing it, but I don't think I'm anywhere close to done yet.