Could I request just some soft Yunoleo modern au fluff? I think it would be adorable

Haha! Yes I would be delighted to apply you with some Morden Yunoleo fluff anon! I did make this quite short because I thought if I’d make it longer I would’ve gone wrong somewhere.

Love Drops

It was dark outside as the current downpour over took the floor, creating some puddles along the way. Yuno and Leopold were both walking back to their shared apartment after spending the day together.

Yuno had decided to take Leopold out on a date for the afternoon, they lost track of time and might’ve gone over by a hour or two..

Yuno held the umberella over their heads as they made their way back. They were both recounting the previous events that had happened on their day out, but their conversation came to an end by Leopold jumping into a nearby puddle.

The water from the puddle splashed onto him and Yuno, Leo laughed turning to his boyfriend who gave him an annoyed look.

“Leo! You’re not five, I would like to make it home not soaked to the bone thank you very much” Yuno scoffed smiling a little thinking about Leopold’s childish actions.

“Lighten up Yuno! You’re not a grumpy old office man now are you?” Leo laughed jumping into another puddle, Yuno squinted his eyes shut as he moved away from Leo, removing the umbrella from above his head. Leo gasped moving back under and next to Yuno; shooting him an annoyed look on the way.

“What?! Your going to get wet either way.”

“Yeah but, I feel safer when I’m under the umberlla when I’m with you, well if that makes sense!”

Yuno turned and stared at him while Leo stared back at him slightly blushing. Soon Yuno bursted out laughing confusing Leo. “What? What’s so funny?” He questioned, tilting his head to the side. Yuno then leaned over planting a soft kiss onto Leopold’s forehead making his blush.

“It’s nothing, you’re just adorable, that’s all.” Yuno laughed making Leo turn slightly red. “ Don’t say stuff like that,..” Leo buried his head into Yuno’s neck.

Yuno pat his head and smiled. “Hehe sorry”

Yuno laughed a little, these little soft moments that go by so fast have to be one of his favourite thing in this world

“You know, your smile is also adorable, you should smile more often” Leo chuckled moving his head away from Yuno’s neck to look him in the eye. He saw a slight tint of pink on his cheeks.

“What are you trying to start” He mused  

“Nothing specific!” Leo smiled, laughing a little.

Yuno removed the umbrella from Leopold’s head watching how he immediately bounced back to him.

“Okay, okay I won’t do anything!”

very funny moment in resi last night where i shaved off a lot of headache by asking sis to look up what i need to do all because, at that point, i had looped around from undergroud back into the mansion and i didn't realise an item i had prior picked up was lost when i died and since it had been a few months since i last played from that point, i uh....would've gotten stuck because i forgot i hadn't gotten that item :)

anyway, had a bit of a run around looking for a treasure box that had the spencer/umberella emblem inside and of COURSE i had no idea what you use to open it.....because i had already been in the room that has the item to open it but didn't think to pick it up because i though it would be a trap (the tiger needs a yellow eye not a red one tsk tsk tsk game!)

and with that i am now in the umbrella labratory!!! time for tyrant....?

CHARACTERS TEST RESULTS

Otto: Did you just refer to knife as a human opener?

Axel: Should I not have?

I just found out that I have free effects on my computer! You can probably expect some more posts using some of these effects as I experiment and see what looks interesting.

Film Photo

Ricoh KR-10 Super + Ricoh Rikenon 50mm F/1.7 + Lomography 800 Colour Film

Taken at F/11

Lancaster, England

Thank you @thenonatapes!

favorite color: red

last song: new L by dimphonic

last movie: nightmare on elm street

last show (completed): the umberella academy

currently watching: black mirror

currently reading: Perfume: The Story of a Murderer by Patrick Süskind

sweet/spicy/savory: savory

craving: too much man

coffee or tea: tea. I drink tea everyday and it’s not even the healthy kind :(

@mrskuntdaleandtheneedles @themajesticradness @harold-of-the-rocks if you wantt

This is a list of mutual and direct aid fundraisers for sex workers around the world who are struggling extra hard due to the COVID-19 pandemic. S/O to @slixa for providing this list

UNITED STATES

Las Vegas, Nevada: https://www.gofundme.com/f/jm8kk

DC: https://www.gofundme.com/f/d6j5ue?utm_medium=copy_link&utm_source=customer&utm_campaign=p_lico+share-sheet

No Justice No Pride - DC: https://www.nojusticenopride.org/covid19

NYC: https://secure.actblue.com/donate/wekeepussafe

SWOP Brooklyn - NYC: https://www.gofundme.com/f/z6w8v5?utm_source=customer&utm_medium=copy_link&utm_campaign=p_cf+share-flow-1

NYC - Prioritizing Black people: https://twitter.com/theleilaraven/status/1242867722494660613?s=19

Who's Corner is it Anyway - Western Mass: https://www.gofundme.com/f/w-ma-street-worker-leader-stipends

SWOP & MASWAN - Boston Massachusetts: https://twitter.com/MassSWAN/status/1246450583625764864?s=09

SWOP - New Hampshire: https://newhampshire.swopusa.org/donate/

Baltimore Safe Haen - Baltimore, Maryland: https://www.gofundme.com/f/Response-Team-COVID-19-Pandemic?utm_source=customer&utm_medium=cop&fbclid=IwAR2wUNqtJEuJw9SjvfQQRp4ZqrrtZNZy2s2-5d-JAMRkOnPnVCgnc-IpPfQ

St James Infirmary (direct outreach and healthcare) - San Francisco, California: https://stjamesinfirmary.org/wordpress/?page_id=3312

BAWS - Bay Area, California: https://bayareaworkerssupport.org/

SWOP - Los Angeles, California: https://twitter.com/SwopLosAngeles/status/1245157831751241729?s=19

DSW Mutual Aid Fund - Detroit, Michigan: https://www.gofundme.com/f/ne5d7

SWEET - Tucson, Arizona: https://supportsweet.wixsite.com/collective

SWSN - Tampa, Florida: https://swoptampabay.org/swsn-of-tampas-covid-19-sex-worker-relief-fund/

SNaP Black SW Survival Kits - Atlanta, Georgia: https://www.gofundme.com/f/snapcotdov

SWOP - Austin Texas: https://www.gofundme.com/f/SWOPATX-COVID19RELIEF?fbclid=IwAR18utMzGEzWanIMcNDtV45T1ZNn1MuHj-48XPV0oNFxW-I3DkRgq2_aEcc

SWOP - Houston, Texas: https://twitter.com/artyleooo/status/1242861929980461056?s=19

PDX: https://www.gofundme.com/f/rfh6b?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=p_cp+share-sheet&fbclid=IwAR3dZ-O7l1OZHXwnSVAQsBguR6VbH0MdUqeM7PRSt3JzfeYcy5AgSPiXxq0

SANI - Seattle, Washington: https://www.gofundme.com/f/hzudk7?utm_source=customer&utm_medium=copy_link&utm_campaign=p_cf+share-flow-1

Project Pink Bloc - Bloomington, Indiana: https://www.paypal.com/paypalme2/projectpinkbloc?fbclid=IwAR2QbZXYyUxWNjouU29VrTlAbIT6jWzwhlY5nsNSc_-468hq08Dtqf5GRQQ

Missoula, Montana: https://www.gofundme.com/f/wb3ez

Colorado Entertainer Coalition - Colorado: https://coloradoentertainercoalition.org/donate

COYOTE - Rhode Island: https://www.gofundme.com/f/soliciting-for-change

Pittsburgh, Pensylvania: https://www.gofundme.com/f/pgh-mutual-aid-covid19-emergency-fund

SWs with families - US: https://www.gofundme.com/f/dmd5h-vulnerable-families?utm_source=twitter&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=p_cf+share-flow-1

Black Trans Futures - US: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSdm4z6_jyI372P6ZoRiLfbZ2JIEVwYX2qTgBJW8SIAcLwkn-w/viewform?fbclid=IwAR3EeQmIp_i7765TUgMVrFqRFMtqVGSHfyjB3rjuBaTSav-dPenX6WhebVE

Lysistrata - US: https://www.lysistratamccf.org/

Black Sex Workers Collective: https://www.blacksexworkercollective.org/

CANADA

PACE - Vancouver: https://www.pace-society.org/relief/

SWAP - Ontario: https://swaphamilton.com/

Mtl Rapid Response - Montreal: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1IWCj5dkWXa7kic-harZUFrorXgLfIHlm50xFBJOdKow/edit?usp=drivesdk

EUROPE

Team Umbrella Lane - Scotland: https://wonderful.org/fundraiser/emergencyfundforscottishsexworkers-ea7a1820

SWARM Collective - UK: https://www.swarmcollective.org/donate

SWAI - Ireland: https://swai-hardship-fund.causevox.com/

Sindicato OTRAS - Spain: https://www.gofundme.com/f/vv9w4r?utm_source=twitter&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=p_cp+share-sheet

Acceptess-t - France - Emergency funds for trans sex workers: https://www.acceptess-t.com/aide-sociale

France: https://www.lepotcommun.fr/pot/zdsrw59n

France: https://www.leetchi.com/c/aider-les-tds-face-au-covid19

Belgium: https://www.lepotsolidaire.fr/pot/5v1esrzf

Red Edition - Austria: https://www.gofundme.com/f/78rma?utm_source=twitter&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=p_cp+share-sheet

Better Place - Berlin, Germany: https://www.betterplace.me/emergency-relief-for-queers-und-womxn

BesD - Germany: https://berufsverband-sexarbeit.de/index.php/besdemergencyfund/

PION - Norway: http://www.pion-norge.no/

Netherlands: https://www.dutchemergencyfund.nl/

Netherlands: https://twitter.com/Hella_Dee/status/1240660117550399489?s=19

Fuckforbundet - Sweden: https://www.fuckforbundet.com/bankdetails

Poland: https://zrzutka.pl/7k8tga

Red Umberella Athens - Athens, Greece: https://gogetfunding.com/help-us-support-sex-workers-in-this-coronavirus-crisis/?fbclid=IwAR1SKs9DusXfYlcIB1ibEGhZq9QrcDOA9R8vN1k7YnmYfyTbfdv32p_hjU8

International Committee on the Rights of Sex Workers in Europe: https://www.gofundme.com/f/78rma?utm_source=customer&utm_medium=copy_link-tip&utm_campaign=p_cp+share-sheet

LATIN AMERICA

Asociación de Mujeres Meretrices de Argentina - Argentina: https://twitter.com/ammarsindicat/status/1243316077897138179?s=19

Bogota, Colombia - for trans sex workers: https://twitter.com/c_mnoriega/status/1241399264829476864?s=19

OTRANS - Guatemala: https://twitter.com/InfoOTRANS/status/1241932389045198848?s=19

Sindicato de Trabadorxs Sexuales de Quinto - Ecuador: https://www.gofundme.com/f/nos-quedaremos-en-casa

INDIA AND ASIA

Sangama - Karnataka, India: https://www.ourdemocracy.in/Campaign/supportsangama

OTHER

Chuffed - Australia: https://chuffed.org/project/emergency-support-sex-workers-australia

Molly House Project - Masc of Center SWs: https://twitter.com/MollyHouseProj/status/1243267877249089537?s=19

Migrant Trans Sex Workers: https://www.gofundme.com/f/us-too-deserve-to-survive

Trans Resiliency Fund: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSco2cqoXrWHB2jibGjbKgxO_H4P63ssCvDVUsMJd7NczoPVoQ/viewform

It’s so romantic in Paris chapter 1

I can't believe he would do that to me... After everything we've been through... All the years we've spent together... All the time and effort I'd put into us and he throws me He remembered walking into their home, they had spent so much time doing it up together, painting, decorating, picking things out... They'd made love on the floor their first night there, in the middle of all of their stuff. The excitement had made it electric and they fell asleep on their mattress on the floor...   When he proposed it was an easy yes and he'd promised he would love him forever... He'd started saving to buy a place together immediately. Started working longer and longer hours to save for their deposit... After all they'd need their own place eventually. However when he arrived home one night, noise from their bedroom surprised him. But trust and comfort led him forward. The possibility of his fiance cheating didn't even enter his mind and he walked straight into their bedroom. His fiance Xigbar was fucking someone in their bed. A range of emotions went through him in less than ten seconds... Anger, fear, hurt, rage, shock... His body must have cut it off, because a strange sense of calm overcame him and he casally asked them. “Having fun?” Xigbar turned in fright as did the person he was in bed with... “Shall I pop the kettle on?” Demyx walked back into their living room and started boiling the kettle. The man Xigbar was sleeping with pulled on his boxers, he looked fearful as he heard the kettle whistle. He shook his head at Xigbar clearly put off by Demyx's calmness. “I'm out...” The blonde man was leaning on the counter with a cup of tea as Xigbar's bit on the side emerged and moved towards the door with his head down. He raised his cup of tea to the man leaving his home. “Bye now!” Xigbar knew he was in for it. He pulled on his boxer shorts and went out to the kitchen to Demyx. “Look... I can explain...” Demyx raised his eyebrows sarcastically staring at him. “Really?” He sat at their kitchen table. “Ok then...” He motioned for Xigbar to sit down. This should be good... Xigbar paused trying to think quickly. “Uh...” He laughed humourlessly, Demyx folded his arms sarcastically. “That's what I thought... Now you have one hour to get your shit and get out of here.” “W-What...? Just like that? But what about all the years...” “Perhaps you should have thought about that before getting balls deep in... Whatever... One hour.” He poured the rest of his tea down the sink, grabbed his coat and bag and moved towards the door. “Where are you going?” Demyx turned towards his soon to be ex fiance. “Out. I'll be back in an hour and I expect you to be gone.” Xigbar looked incredulous. “You can't mean that surely...? You can't do that...” Demyx smiled sweetly. “Well... My name is on the lease and I pay the majority of the rent... So...” He cocked his head to one side and turned towards the door. “One hour... I'm not kidding.” He approached Demyx from behind and grabbed his arm. “Don't do this... Don't destroy us...” He pulled his hand free. “You destroyed us when you decided to bring someone else home... And judging by how comfortable he seemed in my bed I don't think it was his first time here...” He caught Xigbar's eye and he couldn't meet his gaze. “That's what I thought...” He removed his engagement ring and placed it on the small wooden side table by the door. “Demyx, don't do that come on... Be reasonable.” The blonde man looked back through a crack in the door. “One hour...” Then closed it shut on his ex forever. Demyx went to the elevator and hit the button, he could hear the doors close from somewhere lower in the building. His hands were starting to shake with shock and he could feel tears stinging at the corners of his eyes, he tapped the button twice more willing it to come faster. Finally the door dinged at his floor and the doors opened. He walked into the lift and as the doors shut his former life out, tears began rolling down his cheeks. Axel ran down the stairs of his house to deal with whoever was assaulting his front door. “Okay, okay! I'm coming! Calm down! Jeez...” He answered the door angrily at first but quickly calmed down when he saw who was behind it. “Demyx? What happened?” He ushered his sobbing friend into the living room and sat him down on the couch. “Breathe Demyx... Deep breaths...” The redhead slowly rubbed his back. “You're okay... I'm here...” He slowly started catching his breath again. “There we go... Do you want anything? A drink, something to eat?” Demyx was breathless from sobbing. “W-water...” Axel nodded. “Ok, you stay there, I'll be right back.” He fetched the bottle of water from the fridge, filled a tall tumbler glass with ice, poured the water in, put some lemon and lime slices in the glass with it, put a twisty straw in and popped a cocktail umberella on the side for good measure. He placed this in front of Demyx who immediately laughed despite his red eyes. “Is this water or vodka?” Axel shrugged. “Water, it's all in the presentation!” Demyx took a sip and cleared his throat and Axel sat down in the armchair across from him. “Are you okay?” The blonde nodded slowly then shook his head tears running down his face again. “Do you want to talk about it?” He paused, shrugged then dropped his head into his hands sobbing. Axel twigged something different about his hands... His engagement ring is missing... “I don't mean to alarm you but are you aware your engagement ring is gone?” Demyx looked up and nodded. “What's going on?” “Xigbar cheated on me...” Axel was wide eyed for a split second. “I see...” He stood up and grabbed the baseball bat from behind his chair and Demyx took it off him. “I appreciate the sentiment... Believe me I do... But the last thing I need right now is my best friend behind bars over him...” The redhead nodded and sat down, then shot back up. “But what if I jump him in a lane, no baseball bat... I'll just rough him up real...” Demyx shook his head. “As much as he probably deserves it... I just need you here with me right now... He's currently packing his stuff up as we speak, I told him I'd be back in an hour... But I don't really want to go back tonight...” Axel nodded. “That's fine, so you'll stay here. We'll have a few drinks, order in some food... Laugh at his workout pics on his instagram. It'll be great!” The blonde wiped his eyes and smiled gratefully. “That sounds good actually.” Axel walked out to the kitchen and pulled every spirit he could find out from his cupboards then rubbed his hands together excitedly. “Hey Demyx? Do you like cocktails?” The blonde cocked his head. “Yeah, I have the occasional one, now and then. Do you need a hand?” “No no! This is gonna be a surprise!” Demyx heard bottles clinking, ice shaking and noises of approval coming from the kitchen. “Nearly ready!” Axel applied the finishing touches, orange on the side of the glass, an umberella comeplete with a cherry on the stick, a straw and edible glitter, which he stirred into the cocktail to make it sparkle. He popped the two drinks on a tray and poured out two shots of tequila, complete with salt and lemon slices on the side and carried it into the living room. “I call it the Memory Eraser!” Demyx sipped it. “Hmmm... Tastes like a Blue Lagoon...” Axel rolled his eyes. “I was kidding...” Demyx blinked his eyes open slowly the next morning. “Ugh...” He blocked his eyes from the light. “Fuck... Why is it so bright in here?” He opened and closed his mouth several times parched and found a glass on the bedside table with a note on it saying 'for sober Demyx'. Guess I had the good sense to leave myself water... He took a sip and nearly puked mentally cursing his drink self for leaving a full glass of undiluted VODKA next to his bed. He cautiously stood up in an attempt not to make his head feel any worse and walked down to the bathroom, he slumped into the bath and turned the shower on sitting down under it's pleasant warmth. Axel knocked on the door. “Demyx? You ok?” “No... I'm fucking dying...” “Same... I'm gonna go make us some breakfast ok?” “Kay...” Axel slumped off towards the kitchen in a haze, nearly vomiting at the sight of empty bottles of spirits and wine. Gross... How much did we drink? He started piling bottles off the counter into a black plastic bag. They're gonna think I have a problem at the recycling plant... He lifted the bag of bottles out into his front garden and closed the door. I'll swing by later on... He put the rest of the bottles away trying not to look at them and avoiding the smell like the plague. When all the bottles were put away, he wiped down all of the counter tops, his kitchen table, the coffee table in the living room and collected the glasses from the kitchen, the living room and the bedrooms. Jesus we put away a lot last night... He emptied the bins, put the glasses in the dishwasher and washed his hands. There... Now it's livable again. He pulled a skillet out from one of his cupboards and turned on the gas, sleepily he cracked eggs onto the pan and retrieved some bacon from the fridge adding it on with the eggs. Demyx could smell breakfast cooking from his bedroom where he was getting dressed. I'm starving... He picked up his phone and absent mindedly unlocked it. What's this...? His stomach dropped as he nervously checked his email. Axel called Demyx making him almost drop his phone. “Grubs up!” The blonde made his way to the kitchen and sat himself down Axel placed a plate in front of him. “Thanks...” He started to eat. “Do you remember much of last night?” Axel shook his head. “I know we didn't leave the house... We ordered a lot of food. That's about all I can remember... But I have no missed calls or angry messages from anyone so I assume we didn't get up to anything too bad...” Demyx held his phone out for Axel to see. “Do you remember us booking me a trip to Paris?” Axel took Demyx's phone and laughed checking over the details. “That's awesome!” The blonde was less sure. “This trip will cost me most of the money I saved for me and...” His face became sad. The redhead grabbed him by the shoulders. “That's all the more reason to go! You've always wanted to see Paris! Drunk Demyx did you a solid, don't let his bravery go to waste by cancelling it!” Demyx rested his face in his hands. “I don't know... It's a lot of money...” Axel shrugged. “Look, you have a day or two to think about it before it's final, sleep on it tonight and if you still feel like it's a bad idea tomorrow then cancel it...” Demyx nodded munching on a mouthful of toast and egg. “I'll think about it...”

Chapter 6 "Alcoholic"

“Sock wake up.. ” Janitor said calmly and pat the little childs head. It was sunday and they decided to stay inside cause today was expected to be stormy.

Sock and janitor walked to the kitchen. Principal wasnt there like he used to be, but They thought he is still sleeping. Janitor made sock some toasts and himself coffee that… didnt go like he expected. First he spilled the coffee on the floor, then he forgot the machine on and the coffee was all over the counter. He finally got a mig of coffee to drink.

He sat on the chair next to sock. Sock showed a paper to him. “Is that another drawing for me?” He took the paper and it wasntva drawing it was note from principal. It said something like hes at the school getting some papers and did go to see Baldi.

Janitor placed the note on the counter and took the book from the table that principal always reads. “Fifty shades of grey..” He read the books name and readed it a lil bit. “Okay i have a bad taste or why Principal like sthe romance books..” he said and placed the book back on the table.

“Okay sock!” Janitor said after they finished their breakfast. “Today we are going to clean Principals house cause he is messy and doesnt like to clean.” Janitor smiled and sock looked at him whit a little smile.

Janitor picked up all the flasks Principal had keaved around the house. “Jeez how much can a single man drink..” he said and looked at all the flasks he found. Sock had collected all the paper stuff and made them a clean oile on principals desk.

They cleaned the house for 2 hours. Sock helped Janitor all he could bur he was too smol to do most of the things. Janitor and Sock sat on couch and sock started to draw again. Hanitor watched the TV and it was mostly a chill day for them.

In the Afternoon Principal got back from Baldi’s place and looked exhausted. He walked down the street in a heavy rain and he didnt have an umberella whit him. “I could be now at home drinking than being here in the rain..” he mumbled and walked faster.

When he got home he was suprised by a clean house and some coffee on the table. He looked at Sock and Janitor who both have fell asleep on the couch. Principal shut down the TV and sat on the table. He took his book and started to read it. He readed it a little bit, but tyen satrted to make some food for Janitor ans Sock

Janitor and sock woke up when the time was 6pm. They were still very tired after the cleaning and other stuff. Principal looked at them and stood up. “Heres some food for you two. Ill go do some paperworks..” He said softly and walked to his room.

Janitor and Sock sat on the table and started to eat. “Hey sock..” Janitor looked at sock. “Everytime Principal looks at me he turns red.. what could that mean.” he said to sock. Sock looked at him and shrugged. They finished their food and headed to the bedroom.

Janitor read sock a story. The story wasnt the best, but sock liked it and he fell asleep as Janitor readed the story.

Principal was standing next to door and watching janitor tell the story to sock. He thought it was cute and wishd that his childhood would been better than it was. Oh well he is just and alcoholic whit a okay job. Its okay.

Janitor finished the story and saw principal standing there watchimg him smiling. As Janitor looked at him he turned red and left. Does he have something to talk about janitor thought. He changed his clothes and laid down next to sock.

( This part of this story contains thoughts of self-harm! Please dont harm yourself its not the anserw to your problems! )

“Ahh fuck..” principal sweared and laid his head on the table. He was drinking again like almosy every night. He looked at the knife next to the fridge and stood up. Principal took the knife and place its blade on top of his wrist. He was going make a small cut on his wrist, but heard someone walk in the kitchen.

Sock woke up and was thirsty. He climbed down and walked to the kitchen where Principal was. “Mr. principal…” he said sleepily.

Principal heard socks soft and sleepy voice and turned around placing the knife down. “Why arent you sleeping little one..” he said quietlt and walked to sock. He kneeled down in front of sock.

“Are you going to hurt yourself…?” sock said quietly and a little tear rolled down on his cheek. Sock hugged principal who anserwed him: “No, i will not hurt myself.”

//Here its finished without of edits! I will take all the critique cause i wanna make these good uwu 👌

Black Cat Fireworks Fiesta A squence of titanium chrysanthemum mines are seperated with a mix of brocade king, silver and purple palms, red umberella effect and white glitter which lead to an impressive red, blue chrysanthemum and crackle finale. Duration 48...

I held her tightly in my arms as I tried to make her fall asleep, walking and swaying around in the nursery. We had tried to make her fall asleep by herself in the crib for a month, but after tears, screams and no sleeping for any of us, it always ended up like this. Bree in mine or Jamie's arms. Comforting and safe, and even though we wanted her to fall asleep by herself, neither of us complained of having her tucked up in our embrace, holding our little girl who was not so little anymore. Maybe that was the reason we couldn't resist the long nights either, us trying to hold on to a period of time that was irreplacable and so life changing, filled with more challenges and love than we could've ever had expected. Flares from the setting sun made her still tiny , but yet wild curls put on fire. I traced the edges of her face with my finger. She was so beautiful and represented so much. A love that still grew bigger by the day, even though it had seemed eternal from the very first moment I had found out I was actually carrying her. Our child. She breathed heavily and when she felt my hand touching her lip it twitched in the corner of her mouth. She reminded so much of her father I nearly laughed at the memory of a doctor asking whether we wanted a father's test or not when she had entered the world. The recemblence between them had been remarkable from the very beginning.

It had been a thirty minutes drive to the hospital instead of ten. There had been almost no traffic and the sun warmed the morning crispy and still cold streets. Jamie drove so slowly with the miracle of ours in the car it was almost exhaggerated. "Jamie." I looked at him in the car, he didn't move his eyes from the road. "Sassenach." He watched the road with such intensity it appeared as if he was challenging a bull on a duell. I had smiled and leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek. "You're going 60 on a 100, honey"

We were 15 minutes late to the appointment and the doctor had simply nodded, as if he had expected us late. All the results on the check up had been perfect and she was stronger than ever. He had held her with a firm but so very gentle grip as she was given her three month shot in the thigh. She had started to cry before the doctor and the vaccin even entered the room as if she predicted the following minutes of her life. "Shh it's okay, A Leannan" He talked to her in a calm and soothening voice. My hand stroked her hair. "It'll be over in a second I promise or I'll punch the doctor on the spot." He talked with honesty now. "Jamie it's only a shot. I believe we have created ourselves a tiny dramaqueen" " Huh little one?" I squeezed her cheeks together and kissed her on the lips. I did realize three minutes later that watching your infant screaming hysterically over the shot was heart wrecking and I would have gladly punched the doctor myself if it would have taken but a second longer. Jamie had already counted seconds and I had caught his fist before it could do any damage. I couldn't catch it when they asked if we wanted a father's test.This time he would fight with words. "If ye are so blind you claim you are, which is very inconvinient for yer job I suggest you getting glasses you fool."

I laid her down in her crib and tucked her in with blankets and cuddle animals. "I love you beyond infinity." I whispered. Watching her sleep peacefully was one of the greatest joys in my life. I turned to walk out and was met by Jamie, leaning on the doorframe, smiling.

I walked by him and he turned off the lights and then closed the door when he followed me to the hallway. I turned against him and he wrapped his arms around me, face to face. "How long have you watched us?" I asked leaning against his chest. "I didn't notice you. " I looked at him and he leaned forward and locked his lips with mine, kissing me slowly and thouroghly. He moved his lips from mine and starred me in my eyes. Whisky and the depth of the ocean meeting. "Not so long." He kissed me again, teasing. "Gosh, seeing you with her, Mo neighan donn, it expands my heart." I laid my arms around his neck and caressed his hair, standing so close to him I could feel his heart beating against my chest. He gave me the smile that took my breath away, the smile that was only shared with me. With her, us. "I am so grateful for you, Jamie" I whispered.

He had been my friend at first when we met seven years ago. A friend that had been there for me after my parents had died, during my grieving, me being angry, laughing hysterically on the floor with a bottle of wine rushing through my vains, laughing so hard about having nobody left, that I was the only Beauchamp walking the earth. I had laughed so hard I had started to cry and I hadn't stopped crying until the morning came and he had held me for eight hours straight. Then we were best friends, doing absolutley everything and nothing together, always a phonecall away. Until October first, six and a half years ago. The rain poured down and I was on my way to his apartment, cheeks blushing and pulse beating faster by every step leading to him. I had a plastic bag in my right hand, containing ordered chinese food. A red and white dotted umberella in the other. I had absolutley no idea what I was going to say to him. I had falled deeply, head over heals and beyond sanity, in love with him. I had denied it for so long. Denying his way of making me feel like I was the Only girl in the world, making me crack up at every stupid impression be made of celebreties, his way of making me feel Home for the first time. Denying how good it felt sleeping besides him in his tshirt that smelled like him, after a night getting too late or having too many drinks. Too many "Sleep here tonight Claire, I don't want you wandering around this late." The thoughts spinned around like a rollercoaster in my mind and I was so occupied by the thought of him, the thought of us- I didn't notice him walking straight against me on the Street at first. Not until he was standing right in front of me, roses in his hand. "Sassenach, I know I am foolish for standing out here in the rain, you only one minute away from the apartment but I couldn't wait." He talked so fast I barely heard him. "Couldn't wait for what? And why do you have roses in your hand? What is going on Jamie?" I talked quickly too and my heart burst a little, so concearned he wouldn't feel the same for me when I would confess my emotions for him. If I could. "I have found a woman" he started and I froze, don't knowing what to do, he continued. "I have found a woman." He repeated. "I have been waiting all my life, gotten my heart broken and breaking hearts too, trying to find her. Trying to find love" He looked at me with such intensity it felt like he could see my soul. "And I realize that she has been in front of me for a time now. Healing me and making me feel so loved. And I love her too." I dropped the bag and the umberella and tears ran down my face, hoping so badly for the woman to be me. He stepped closer to me and grabbed me by the waist, tucking a curl from my forhead behind my ear. "I have fallen in love with you, Claire. I couldn't wait no longer you for when all I can think of is kissing you and being with you. And I really hope you feel that way too."

"I am so grateful for you being the father to my daughter and for loving me." His grip tightened around my waist and a hand grabbed my bottom, caressing and appreciating. " I love you beyond infinty too you know" He said. "And you being the mother of my child" he continued "Is the biggest blessing in my life and always will be." He kissed me slow at first, assuring his soft words, making sure I felt the truth of them. I felt a warmth developing in my stomach and between my legs and moaned between my teeth to his touch. He kissed me harder then and as I opened my mouth to his and our tounges met, a fire started to burn. He lifted me up against the wall, kissed my lips, bit my jaw, draged his tongue along my neck and sucked at my collarbone and then up again. He closed his mouth over mine and he walked us over to the other side of the house to our bedroom. Somewhere between the Office and the bedroom he moved his mouth from mine to unbutton my shirt and I whispered against his breath " I want to make a baby with you." He stumbled at that and I almost thought we were going to fall to the floor, at that point I didn't mind if we would have, all I could think of was having him inside me, bodies tangled and his touch on my pounding body. A sound came from his throat, a sound between desire and something undescribable. He put me down to the floor, my breasts bare and his hair all messy. He looked me in the eyes and they were almost dark as the night, my uterus pounding at that look. "God Claire." Was the words that came from his mouth and he lifted me up again and kissed me and caressed my whole body with such intensity I didn't notice us entering the bedroom until I laid on the bed and he was on top of me and my body almost quivered underneath the touch and weight of him. He moved along the length of me and kissed me everywhere, I hadn't notice him getting completely undressed either. I held on to the comforter as he kissed the inside of my thighs and between my legs "Jamie please, ah." He sighed at that and sucked , bit carefully, kissed and teased all the way from the clit to the opening. "God you're so wet" He murmured. I grabbed his hair at that, bringing him up to me and I kissed him with what was beyond sanity, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, taking hold of his buttocks, trying to pull him in me. The Only problem was we was so much stronger than me and knew every thing about my body. He pulled down his waist slightly so I could feel him against me. "Jamie I need you inside me." He moaned between his teeth at that and kissed me deeply while he slowly entered me with such gentleness I laughed as I moaned, "what the hell is this carefulness about?" He kissed my neck and sucked my nipples as I met his gentle thrusts. It felt so good, so fullfilling and so not enough. He looked at me with restraint in his darkened voice. "I think a baby should be made with tenderness, Sassenach." A warmth spread around my heart and I met his lips again.

ACT I - ABOUT VEIL AND IMAGE

EXT. GARDEN - DAWN

LENNY arrives at the WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE. Here is the garden and around it some flower beds, a space cultivated for flowers for Margot, to make a spray for her hair, to perfume the sheets.[2] The WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE embraces him warmly with its garden.

WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE

Every man must create it new and different out of himself: new and different. [3] Once on a June evening, in those long gone years when the ends of days sank into silence, I was waiting for a total eclipse of the sun on a terrace facing a garden, overlooking the foliage of a maple tree. [4] And I thought of you Lenny. In the sudden darkness I saw you, hidden behind a veil, the massive walls of the Vatican Palace. A faceless silhouette.

LENNY 

I have no image [...] because I am no one.[6] To become like everybody else; but this, precisely, is a becoming only for one who knows how to be nobody, to no longer be anybody. [9] And so, for my first adress the lightning was so dim, no photographer, no TV cameraman, and not even the faithful saw anything of me but a dark shadow, my silhouette. They did not see me because I do not exist.[10]  The prim speech imposed upon them, the lessons in good behaviour, the veil of mystery you profess to hang before their eyes, serve but to stimulate their curiosity. [7] In being everywhere and nowhere I was [...] the object of much social curiosity; people payed attention to this, spoke about it, remembered it.[8] Now that I am pressed on all sides, I maintain my equilibrium, because, no longer attached to anything, I depend on myself alone.[10]I love the immediate presence of him who is in possession of no space other than that in which I exist.[11] I keep praying for You to make something happen so why this awful, crawling feeling that nothing ever does? [11]I either hardly feel it, or don't feel it at all.[12] God does not shout. God does not whisper. God does not write. God does not hear. God does not chat. God's infinite silence...[13] I said to myself: Why should I strive to find what does not exist? [14] By extending myself precariously I exist, outside of the stability where the other subject remains asleep or dead. [15] And in the end I only thought of her[16], my Margot. I don’t know her yet but you will help me find her.

WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE (hesistates)

The new is born of the old; the new is only the repetition of the old.[5] What you’re looking for is a complete inversion. Again a mystery, a face that is not yours but this time it will not be no image but all image. The new self is constructed from a triple contingency: faith and doubt; hope that will be happy at an indeterminate time; bonds of unconditional Love.[18] When i watched the total eclipse of the sun that summer evening it soon became dark and an eclipse wind, like a wave, had risen when suddenly from the neighbouring house burst forth a sort of wild dance, with the strange, biting, astringent sound of Pan’s pipes. Young people were celebrating some festival, they had confused shadow with twilight and were playing as night fell. However much one knows about it, the veiling of the sun’s light is disturbing and transports one to another world. [18] I saw you cover up in darkness and now i see you longing for the unveiling of the sun. And in this twilight a party shall rise so that the heart, that obscure, celestial flower, undergoes a mysterious blossoming. 19]That is the only way great loves stories are born and I don't want any more part time believers.[20]

ACT II - ABOUT BEES AND HONEY 

EXT. GARDEN - MORNING 

LENNY discovers a garden in this Genesis, naturally, and in this garden only the apple tree interests him, tempts him: he can see its flowers.[21] He walks towards the tree. The WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE is observing him. As LENNY reaches for one of the blossoms a bee flies out of it.

LENNY

But how can i find my Margot in this city still so strange to me?

WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE

You have to understand what she likes. Margot is the bee and you are her honey. What does Margot like?

LENNY (looking at the flowers)

Margot likes wind in her hair and salt cristals on her skin, lace and hoodies, rings on her fingers and flowers in her hair, black panthers and partridges, walking barefoot on wet grass and wearing mid calf boots, day dreaming and ADHD, dancing underground and sleeping in white sheets, birch trees and skyscrapers, gel nails and knitting, smocking and drinking tee, equal rights and mini skirts, her birthday and celebrating christmas with her family, a Ferrari Portofino and umberella pine trees, Fellinis Roma and Mario Cart, Los Angeles and Palermo, seashells and pinecones, Zorra by Bad Gyal and playing the Bach Suite Nr. 1 on her Cello, passion fruits and rough fights, oranges and jeweled persian rice, fig trees and Coke, dry white wine and soft cheese, creaky parquet and soft carpets, stone basins and hot springs, ....

WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE

The mask does not hide the face, it is the face.[21] Your new face should combine all these elements to a story. You become invisible by making, on the contrary, a lot of noise.[22] [...] the veil of mystery you profess to hang before their eyes, serve but to stimulate their curiosity[23]. In being everywhere and nowhere [...] the object of much social curiosity[24] people will pay attention to it, speak about it, remember it. And I will be the embodiment of your story the place where all elements manifest in a happening. A great feast Margot will want to attend.

ACT III - THE INVITATION

INT. MARGOTS MURCIELAGO - AFTERNOON

A downpour of summer rain patters on the front window.  MARGOT is waiting at a red light. Her phone buzzes and she opens the message. 

TEXT ON SCREEN

My darling friends, there’s one spectacular party in the making! Join us tonight at the Wittgenstein House to another glass of white wine under the fig trees, eating fresh fish on soft carpets next to blossoming anthuries. Glowing cheeks from dancing till dawn. Bring a delicate, floating, spring bouquet of florets in new leaf green, cherry blossom pink, and marigold yellow[25] and we’ll serve everything else. XOXO EROS (Gossip Girl, Prince Charming, SHY GIRL, haha)

ACT IV - THE PARTY 

EXT. THE CITY INT. AVAS FERRARI PORTOFINO - SUNSET

The rain had stopped. The water evaporated on the hot asphalt and left a sultry summer evening air. AVAs car is speeding down the Ringstrasse. The roof of the cabrio is folded down and the wind blows through their hair. 

AVA (lost in thought)

Do you think EROS will attend the party today? I wish we’d find out who’s behind all this uproar. Maybe it’s one of our friends hiding behind a second persona. It would make sense because EROS seems to like all the things we do. 

MARGOT

Some weeks ago we’ve never heard about him and now he's everywhere.  Noise, ruckus, rumors spread.[27] I’ve heard the parties are supposed to be unique in its kind and his face, enveloped by a more or less dense veil[26] has sparked many suspicions. (sighs) I think he looks like Hauru, wearing drop earrings made of rubies and emeralds combined [...] dripping down[27] his lobe, a radiant boy [...] his blonde chin length hair making him the cynosure of all eyes.[27]

AVA shakes her head and starts laughing.

EXT. THE SITE - RADIATION INTO NEIGHBOURHOOD -  SUNSET

It’s dark but the garden is enlightened by the colourful lights emerging the windows. The WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE is radiant and reaching in all directions, emitting visual, audible and perceptible vibrations. The air smells of Un Jardin en Méditerranée. The Ferrari Portofino enters the SITE. AVA and MARGOT step out of it. Instantly they are surrounded by an electric atmosphere. People get chauffeured around in Mercedes Benz with Cristal champagne.[28] On inspecting the entrance facade, you can discover a series of metaphors and symbolic signs.[29] It would be too strong to call this fantasy a portal to Hell, but it is surely no entrance to a Heavenly Jerusalem[30]. AVA and MARGOT join the stream of guests walking through the garden towards the WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE greeting, kissing, hugging.

INT. THE ENTRANCE - APERO - THE FIRST IMPRESSION - SUNSET

The party begins as people are moving in, gathering in the entrance hall and taking a stand up cocktail.[31] There is champagne, caviar and fireworks.[32] Ahead, some distance from the entrance, is a great mural of brilliant color.[33] Opulent Ornaments, heavy textiles, reflecting surfaces. The materials come from the everyday domestic sphere, much having to do with ornamenting the body: copper and brass wire, buttons, beads, baubles, hooks, eyes, straps, false fingernails, makeup, hair, ribbons, lace, thread, shells, feathers, and bones. The amulets are fetishes, beautiful ornamental objects, and they are connected to the fetishism of architectural representation.[34] 

WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE (whispering to the YOUNG POPE)

This is the moment we’ve been waiting for. First Impressions are made. About me as the entrance always affects the following impression of the whole house and about you. Especially Margots first impression of you. I am preparing you, bit by bit, so that, at the desired moment, I can give you the final instructions and have it all fall into place.[35] 

MARGOT (whispering)

Ava! Look at this man sitting on the seashell sofa in the garden. He’s knitting all alone while everybody else is clinking glasses. 

AVA (teasing)

Why don’t you bring him a glass of Prosecco. I know it, I feel it, and you will say it.[35]

MARGOT (concentrated)

You just know me too well and yes, he is cute.

EXT. THE GARDEN - THE TALK ABOUT LOVE - SUNSET

MARGOT walks over to the LENNY carrying a glass of prosecco. Rising up in a warm haze, the innumerable modern statues towered on their pillars half way up the golden webs of sunset.[36] The garden is a collection of living beauties, rare Plants, exotic Flowers and Fruits. The trees are old and high and in between long white cotton cloths are hanging in the trees, blowing in the wind, rendering shadow plays. LENNY is sitting in the seashell sofa sheltered from the wind, warm sunbeams began to play, streams to flow, and groves of pines diversified the rocks. [37] MARGOT hands him the glass.

MARGOT (laughing)

Hello strange man, what are you knitting? 

LENNY

Some of the more exotic plants have to be taken indoors for protection from the cold night air and swaddled in thick woollen garments.[38]

MARGOT We have, indeed, become a flower growing people.[39] So you’re actually a textile and dress designer[40] for plants of all kinds. (laughs)

LENNY

When, on a summer evening, the melodious sky growls like a tawny lion, and everyone is complaining of the storm, it is the memory of the Meseglise way that makes me stand alone in ecstasy, inhaling, through the noise of the falling rain, the lingering scent of invisible lilacs.[41] Or when I reach out to touch a fragile tree and blossoming spicules float downwards and fade, each with its clear, tiny tinkle.[42] These are the moments I cherish most. I am in love with them and that is why I take care of them. 

MARGOT (hesistating)

But for me love is not only loving and caring. It fun when it starts getting way more complex. It is raucous, low, full, pleading, vulgar, sharp, cutting, jovial, harmonious, commanding, harrowing, seductive, explosive or irritated[...] noble, high pitched, servile, majestic, ample, sick, affronted, clothed in silence, echoing with the sea or forest, undercut by the twittering of birds, howling like a wild beast, [... ]asking questions and saying come here, an alarming voice, broken, sobbing [43]. 

LENNY (sighs)

Until now I’v only got to know a more one-sided monotonous love but thats another story. I’d be excited to get to know your kind of love.

MARGOT (excited)

Oh look over there! It’s a real black panther prowling through the peach trees!

EXT. WINTER GARDEN - DAWN

People are appearing in the open doors of the WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE following the excited call of MARGOT. People start bringing out plates with all kinds of foods. The WITTGENSTEING HOUSE opens all the windows that all the curtains flow in the summer breeze. A stone basin appears and now the air is filled by lapping and cricket chirping. 

INT. SALON - DANCING AND TEASING - NIGHT

After eating the WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE starts playing Promiscuous Girl by Nelly Furtado. Slowly the dancefloor is filled with curiously dancing people. Tossing their hands in a wanton and lascivious manner, rolling around, twerking. MARGOT catches LENNYs eye and they dance towards each other.

SPEAKERS

♪ Promiscuous girl You're teasing me You know what I want And I got what you need ♪

MARGOT (smiling)

Feeling a little afraid is normal when facing something new, in a place or in a way you’ve never experienced before.[44] You don’t look like you’ve ever danced before. SPEAKERS

♪ Promiscuous boy Let's get to the point Cause we're on a roll Are you ready? ♪

LENNY (laughing)

You’re not that wrong with this assumption but you dance the way you love, it seems. Raucous, full, pleading, vulgar, sharp, cutting, jovial, harmonious, commanding, harrowing, seductive, explosive.[45] SPEAKERS 

♪ Wait... I don't mean no harm I can see you with my t-shirt on ♪

LENNY takes MARGOS hand and twirls her around. SPEAKERS

♪ I can see you with nothing on Feeling on me before you bring that on ♪

[2] Serres, The Parasite

[3] Deleuze, Francis Bacon The Logic of Sensation

[4] Serres, The Five Senses

[5] Serres, Hermes Literature Science Philosophy

[6] The Young Pope

[7] Rousseau, Collected Works of Jean-Jacques Rousseau

[8] Foucault, The History of Sexuality Volume 2

[9] Deleuze Guattari, A Thousand Plateaus

[10] The Young Pope, (Grammatics changed)

[10] Rousseau, Collected Works of Jean-Jacques Rousseau

[11]  Serres, The Five Senses

[11]  The Young Pope

[12] Wittgenstein, Philosophical Investigations

[13] Aquinas, Summa Theologica

[14] Rousseau, Collected Works of Jean-Jacques Rousseau

[15] Serres, The Five Senses

[16] Rousseau, Collected Works of Jean-Jacques Rousseau

[18] Serres, The Five Senses

[18] Serres, Branches

[19] Hugo, Les Miserables

[20] The Young Pope

[21] Deleuze Guattari, A Thousand Plateaus

[22] Serres, The Parasite

[23] Rousseau, Collected Works of Jean-Jacques Rousseau

[24] Foucault, The History of Sexuality Volume 2

[25] Kassinger, Slime

[26] Deleuze, Cinema 1 The Movement Image

[27] Serres, Troubadour of Knowledge

[27] Rand, The Fountainhead

[27] Hovestadt Buehlmann, Quantum City

[28] Hovestadt Buehlmann, Quantum City

[29] Hays, Architecture Theory since 1968

[30] Frankl, The Gothic

[31] Schumacher, The Autopoiesis of Architecture Vol 2

[32] Carter, Anthony Blunt His Lives

[33] Ockmann, Architecture Culture 1943 1968

[34] Hays, Architecture Theory since 1968

[35] Asimov, Complete Robot Anthology

[35] The Young Pope

[36] Proust, In Search of Lost Time Vol IV Sodom and Gomorrah

[37] Wollstonecraft, Complete Works

[38] Proust, In Search of Lost Time Vol II Within a Budding Grove

[39] Gothein, A History of Garden Art

[40] Callan, Dictionary of Fashion and Fashion Designers

[41] Proust, In Search of Lost Time Vol I Swanns Way

[42] Asimov, Complete Robot Anthology

[43] Serres, The Five Senses

[44] Del Toro, Cabinet of Curiosities

[45] Serres, The Five Senses

Original concept arts of Cloudy Wondrous from February 2016!

I had a lot of stuff to say but since it’s not that interesting I’m gonna leave it all under the cut tho but yeah, ENJOY

So...! Oh boy where do I start with this

When I originally started creating Cloudy as a whole, all I had was the idea of a magical girl whose mascot-fairy-thing was a dog that looked like a cloud. I had a vague idea on what I wanted Barkinson to be like, but nothing on what I was going to do with Cloudy herself.

So while my main problem with Barkinson was figuring out how to draw them (frankly speaking I still have no idea how to draw dogs), Cloudy I had no clue what to do with. I had yet to decide what her personality, interests, backstory etc really were. That is why her earlier concept arts look so weird— I just had no idea what kind of a character I was trying to create (mainly because this whole comic started out as a joke that got out of hand lol).

In hindsight I could say I took kind of a deconstructionist-attitude when trying to figure out what Cloudy should look like. On one hand I wanted her to kind of look like a generic magical girl, being pretty and having this princess-y look to her— I wanted to be sure that anyone who looks at her will immidiately be like “oh, that’s a magical girl”.    But at the same time, I didn’t want her to look like a cheap Sailor Moon, Precure or Madoka knock-off. I never really wanted to give her a huge bow with a brooch on it, I didn’t really want to give her bows in general, and I did want to avoid the more generic motifs like hearts, stars and moons as much as I could. I didn’t want to give her the typical magic staff, stick or any generic weapon either, so somehow I ended up going with an umberella instead...

Also her theme color is a baby blue; obviously the more common theme color for the protagonist in magical girl shows is pink or red, but in this instance I wasn’t trying to go against magical girl tropes or anything. I picked light blue because Cloudy’s mascot was a cloud, clouds are white, clouds are associated with the sky and the sky is blue. That’s literally how Cloudy’s colorscheme was created.

But yeah, as much as I wanted to avoid some kind of tropey magical girl elements, I did still end up giving into some of them (mainly the bow with brooch thing but in my defence it’s a smol bow, not a huge one that covers her whole chest area).

Aside from that I don’t really have much to say about the early iterations of Cloudy Wondrous... I do remember early-on being very hellbent on Cloudy’s costume having a hood of somekind but since I couldn’t figure out how to make it look right (because I was also hellbent on giving her a crown) I abandoned that idea. I also ended up wanting to be sure that Cloudy’s costume wasn’t like... Not sure what to call it, fanservice-bait-y? Whatever, point is, this is why Cloudy ended up with that dark blue fullbody suit (which I’ve made darker and greyer later on).

But yeah, after some attempts at designing Cloudy I ended up liking one enough to try and refine it a little bit more; this is where we get to the original design. It’s almost identical to the finalized one, the only differences being the colorscheme, the boots and the gloves— those things got changed because I wasn’t quite satisfied or happy with them.

When I first started sketching out pages for the first chapter (originally just a one-shot), I actually used the original design. It was only after I was like half-way through sketching the thing that I decided I had to re-adjust Cloudy’s design. The long boots and gloves just didn’t feel right to me...

Ironically, her finalized shoes and gloves didn’t feel right back when I got the finalized design done, and they still don’t either. But I ended up just rolling with it because I don’t think I’m good enough at character design to truly figure out what’s wrong so that I can fix it. I’m not there yet. Maybe one day I can give Cloudy a proper redesign in the story, but for now, this’ll have to do.

Oh, and I think at some point I was going to name her Cloudy Miraculous, but to avoid sounding too much like a certain Ladybug I went with Wondrous instead. It sounds better too.

Oh, and I had no idea how to name Barkinson. I knew I wanted a punny dog-name but like, the best I could come up with was “Woofsie” (woof+oopsie). So I ended up asking for help from a dear friend, and they came up with “Barkinson the Third”. I loved it, added “Wonderwolf” in it and rolled with it. (Although, I was concerned “Barkinson” would be kind of a long name so I was seriously considdering having Neph call them just “Won” for short, but ended up deciding against it after enough time)