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"What's a human being gotta be like?"
:)
AAAAAH AAAAH WHY IS TBIS SO PEAK WAIIT
A Lou animatic WITH my fav song too?? DMAN
How much of a cheater am I if I’m planing a story that includes prompt 4/5/6 and 7 😭😭
que buena idea wait 🦐 t voy a copiar
(es qué no sé qué hacer con el prompt del 5 y 6 solos ayy) nimoyo a mezclar todo
For once, I'm not the bad guy here.
I love Lou's hair in this era sm it's such the...best...hair for his messy imperfect times...
If this is a spoiler for the future of after perfection? Yes.
If this is NOLOU angst? Yes.
If this was FUNDAMENTALLY LOU'S FAULT!? OF COURSE!!!!!
Built May a Doll
May 4: Can I bother you for a sec?/ You always bother me, but go ahead.
(Te puedo molestar por un segundo? /Siempre me molestas, pero dale).
Author of the challenge✨: @0perfectimperfections0
Necesito explicaciones Ollie es Ox, o una versión alterna, tipo el prototipo de los modelos de conejo del que Ox es creado?
Adore su vibra en toda la narración. No mas le falto el gato blanco en su regazo para completar su aura de villano viejito pero desquiciado 💗💗
Con mucho gusto doy info!! ^^
Ollie ES Ox- pero también el prototipo de la línea. Aquí las líneas de las que provienen los feos son una sola y se llaman CutieDolls. En resumen, son peluches de animales xD como tal son una marca registrada, con personajes ya hechos (y lo más importante, personalidades específicas)
Para explicarlo un poco mejor, pondré el ejemplo de "Mimi", ella es un arquetipo; una cordera dulce y tímida. Todas las muñecas que sean hechas a imágen de "Mimi" se verán exactamente igual, y deberán actuar exactamente igual. (Aquí la palabra importante siendo deberán, porque las personalidades que tienen son variadas, más bien ellas tienen que acoplarse al arquetipo en base al que fueron creadas).
Sin embargo, "Mimi" es tan solo uno de los cinco arquetipos que pueden existir para un CutieDoll. Los cuáles tienen sus diferentes características y apariencia.
Cómo son muchísimos muñecos que son idénticos y además (técnicamente) se llaman igual, se les conoce por su "número de etiqueta", aunque entre ellos se ponen apodos. Por ejemplo, "Moxy" en este au es una modelo "Mimi" defectuosa. No por su apariencia, sino por que se niega a seguir su arquetipo de personalidad.
Cómo curiosidad, Ollie no sigue un arquetipo. Fue el primero creado para que la fábrica tanteara qué tipo de diseño quería crear con los Cutie y cómo se verían. Su naturaleza es experimental, por ende su diseño es simple. Nunca estuvo en el plan hacer una línea en base a él.
Built May A Doll Day 4
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Disclaimer ! This day is a bit different from the other days, I know, but I felt like writing something dumb about three characters from my au/fic After Perfection with that prompt! I hope you guys like, if you like to read my fanfic, you can interpret this as an one shot of the Pretty Dolls part from the Fic 🤍
A doll was reading the newspaper from the pretty dolls on a bench outside in the institute, which newspaper were talking about the Interview of the uglydolls with Pretty dolls, ever since these uglies came and went back to their town, the pretty dolls were very alert, specially with the Trial that was JUST announced. The doll holding the newspaper let's go off it, putting it on top of the bench and getting up from their seat with extreme caution, having a deep breath.
Soft hands patted down their own Uniform, dusting off any imperfection visible by eye, straightening their already impeccable clothing and starting to walk pass the institute to the houses of the pretty dolls, perfectly organized in each block, not even an inch of difference between the houses of the normal and common pretty dolls
The doll heard the sound of the trees, leaves falling to the ground, which cleaning robots quickly broomed away, and the sound of machinery around the neighborhood. After walking down some ground, that doll for in front of the door from a very well big house.
It looked different from the other doll's house....of course, not as huge and amazingly beautiful mansion their leader Lou has, but surely different. The doll knocked gently on the door, almost hesitant knocks on the wood that covers the other side of the wall.
Exactly three seconds later, the doll standing could hear the noise of keys unlocking the door, that opens slowly, just for the peek of an eye reach out to look through the other side
"uh... Who's there?" The doll from behind he door mutters
The doll, sighed and smiled a tad, opening their arms lightly "hey, hi! It's Meghan! Can I bother you for a second?"
Meghan, of course. Lavander colored curls that lay perfectly on her head and soft features that look almost ethereal, that Meghan.
"You always bother me, but go ahead..." The other says, opening the door wide now with a bored look on her face. Lydia, certainly an almost perfect doll, another pleasant sight to the eye... Unless she opens her mouth.
Meghan steps up further, hands messily gripping the hem of her skirt and fidgeting with it "I heard about Lou... And the trial, and everything that has been happening with you and the other... Uh- dolls!" She starts, grinning instantly
"yes, and?" Lydia answers, and eyebrow going up as she further notices the other doll's nervous actions and mannerisms... Or as she also likes to call: Defects. "If this is another dumb question about Lou or Tuesday, so no. Lou WONT be going to jail and we have everything under control without that traito-"
"t-thats where you're wrong!" Meghan works out her words, hands shivering closer to Lydia's figure, but Meghan quickly puts her hands to herself. "...do you know how a trial works? Who will be the lawyer? Who will do Lou's defence? Who will use argumentation as a gun against the others in favor of Lou???" Meghan grips her hands into fists and smiles
"I know you and Kitty can handle it all, you girls even sent those bunch of dolls to vandalize their town....but my role, as a doll, is to also be a lawyer and I think I could do an easy job to help and discuss with the uglydolls!" She keeps on
Lydia just crosses her arms, listening further
Meghan closes her eyes and speaks up in a lower tone "I know why you decided to... Send other dolls to curse and vandalize their city, but with a trial in game, they could use aggression as something against us...and we don't need that! I can use words as a sword, I will protect Lou and I will defend him to help in our institute!"
"let me be Lou's Lawyer, I promise I won't disappoint.... I will follow the rules and will make a great job at using their OWN actions against them..we won't loose this game if I'm in it!" Meghan finished, reaching her hand out for a handshake
Lydia stays silent for some few moments, eyes drifting back and forth from Meghan's hands to her eyes... If it's a bad idea? Good idea? No idea... But Lydia knows that they don't have a real lawyer for Lou. Until then, their lawyer was Lydia herself... So putting a real doll with the Lawyer role to replace her? Sure...not that much of a terrible idea. What worst could happen?
"hmp, you got me..." Lydia answers. "You can be the Lawyer, I will talk to Kitty, you better not mess it up! And I won't shake your hand"
"oh! Uhm- sure!" Meghan steps back, grinning "I won't dissapoint! Thank you so much for the opportunity, Lydia~!" Meghan finished, winking and starting to turn around to head off.
Lydia, just replied with a head shake, moving backwards on her way to close the door... But before she can do it, Meghan points out, calling Lydia again "Oh! And.. I apologize, but what happened to Tuesday?"
Meghan's innocent eyes shining with curiosity, that won't pass through the back walls around that house, with Lydia gripping the door tightly and huffing out "that's..!! That's none of your business!!" And smacks the door close.
"oh?" Meghan mutters out
"... Okaaayy... Wow girl, no need to get furious..." She pulls her hands up in the air and rolls her eyes, walking off
gone batty? (...dragony? mothy? fibby?)
Built May a Doll
May 4: Can I bother you for a sec?/ You always bother me, but go ahead.
(Te puedo molestar por un segundo? /Siempre me molestas, pero dale).
Author of the challenge✨: @0perfectimperfections0
"Solo confía en mí" / " Es un mal momento para decirte que soy claustrofobico?"
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Si se lo preguntan, no tiene idea de cómo pudo terminar en tal situación, no sabe si arrepentirse de sus decisiones que tienen ya probablemente un mes (?).
Como sea, no es como que eso arregle algo ahora mismo, solo puede esperar que ninguna de esas cosas se percaten de que está ahí, aunque siendo sinceros no es como que puedan detectarlo o reconocerle, el problema es otro...
—Ugh... Eso dolió...—
—¿Enserio? No me digas—
El rubio hablo mientras su ojo sufría un tic nervioso ante las primeras palabras de Nolan el cual le había caído encima cuando ambos cayeron en ese agujero en medio de una pelea verbal.
—¿Dónde estamos?—
El prettydoll observó a su alrededor para darse cuenta de que literalmente no había un alrededor que observar, aquel agujero era tan estrecho que le sorprende que ni el ni Lou sufrieran daños mayores al caer. Nolan pudo sentir como su pecho se apretaba ligeramente al pensar en el hecho de estar en un lugar demasiado estrecho, sentía que el aire se le iría en cualquier momento.
—Siendo honesto, no lo sé, pero sospecho que este agujero que definitivamente no estaba aquí antes debió ser hecho por alguno de ellos—
—¿E-esas cosas pueden cavar así?—
—¿Y yo que voy a saber?—
Hubo un silencio incómodo durante un momento. Desde que se aliaron, la convivencia jamás fue la mejor, Lou no había cambiado mucho ni luego de ser derrocado ni luego de que está locura comenzará.
Ahora que lo piensa, quizá si fue una mala idea y debió buscar a alguien más cuando tuvo la oportunidad de simplemente irse, Lou le había dejado claro que no se preocupaba por el.
...
Definitivamente estar en este espacio cerrado le está empezando a irritar, no debería sobrepensar demasiado, pero era extremadamente difícil.
—¿Es un mal momento para decirte que soy Claustrofobico-?—
—SI, Y MUCHO—
Silencio...
Lou se movió ligeramente en la incómoda posición para acto seguido mirar hacia arriba, no parecía demasiado alto.
Lo pensó un segundo, si uno de ellos subía con ayuda del otro ambos podrían salir. Miro a Nolan para darse cuenta de que este respiraba un poco pesado.
—Oye—
Le chasqueo los dedos frente a la cara.
—Necesito que te levantes y me ayudes a subir, luego te jalare hacia arriba—
—¿Por qué debes subir primero?—
Nolan alzo una ceja mientras trataba de mantener la calma.
Lou simplemente frunció el ceño mirando fijamente al castaño como si fuera obvio.
—Nolan, si sales y una de esas cosas está ahí no podrás sacarme, y no pienso ensuciarme las manos con la tierra de tus zapatos—
El más bajo puso los ojos en blanco con un resoplido ante lo último. Era cierto, si una de esas abominaciones lo ve lo atacará, sigue preguntándose el porqué no son capaces de detectar a Lou aún teniéndolo enfrente. Aún así no puede evitar desconfiar del Rubio ¿Y si lo deja ahí?
—¿Y como se que si me sacarás?—
—¡Por mi creador! Nolan, cuando salga, te sacaré, ahora mismo me sirves más vivo que muerto—
Nolan miro hacia arriba con sudor en la frente, luego miro al rubio con inquietud sin poder soportar por mucho más el estrecho espacio.
—¿Lo prometes?—
El prototipo suspiro molesto pero asintió para transmitirle seguridad.
—Lo prometo, solo confía en mí.—
Luego de una respiración profunda, el Prettydoll asintió. Ambos con mucha dificultad lograron pararse rectos en el estrecho espacio, Nolan entrelazó sus manos agachándose ligeramente para que el prototipo pudiera apoyar el pie.
Con la fuerza que su cuerpo tenía, empujó cuando Lou finalmente dió un salto para subir, al no sentir más ningún peso, miro hacia arriba donde el más alto se aferraba al borde del agujero pateando algo de tierra que le cayó en el rostro haciéndole cerrar los ojos.
Entonces vio como finalmente el prototipo logro subir y lo escucho quejarse, Nolan trato de respirar para poder ser paciente y que la ansiedad no lo consumiera.
Entonces una cuerda cayó frente a el.
Nolan rápidamente se subió escalando con ayuda de Lou hasta que finalmente también salió del agujero.
Tomo una respiración profunda disfrutando de ya no estar atrapado.
—No te quedes tirado mucho tiempo, están cerca.—
Sintió al mayor jalarle del brazo levantandolo y empezando a caminar retomando la caminata original.
Lou realmente le dijo la verdad, si, anteriormente dijo que era el mismo desde que lo conoció, sin embargo, había momentos en los que Lou parecía ser genuino.
Quien sabe, quizá haya más del prototipo que no sepa.
Caminan llenos de polvo y algunos rasguños, pero con la seguridad de vivir para ver el mañana.
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Nomás una escena de un AU así sin contexto lol
Dibujo:
Fue hecho a la prisa así que quizá no tiene la mejor escritura o memoria porque hice esto bien tarde pero ni modo-
DAY TWO AND DAY THREE
Just trust me
Is now a bad time to tell you I'm Claustrophobic?
If I were to say a spoiler? Lydia threw up in both their faces /silly
I LOVE TJIS ONE SO MUCHHHHHHHH it was fun to drew and u was giggling all the time...
I apologize deeply for the difference between both doodles...I mean lines, background, lightening and all...
Built May a Doll
May 3: Is it now a bad time to tell you I'm claustrophobic?
Author of the challenge🦐: @0perfectimperfections0
Quise usar acuarelas para experimentar un poco. Quizás no sea de mis dibujos favoritos pero al menos fue divertido de hacer (?)
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I tried to experiment with something new for this day, soo I used watercolors! I'm not really proud of the final result but the process was fun. (?)
Built May a Doll
May 2: Just trust me.
Author of the challenge🔥: @0perfectimperfections0
(Esp only... For now)
—Moxy… ¿Qué es todo esto?
Uglydog vió a su amiga frente a él, trabajando en colocar hilos rojos que unían fotografías en diferentes ángulos, todas puestas sobre un tablero de corcho con pequeños alfileres. Ella se sobresaltó al oír su voz y soltó de entre sus manos el alfiler que estaba a punto de colocar: —¡Dog! ¿Cuánto tiempo llevas ahí? Lo siento, no te había visto, jaja…
—Me puedo dar cuenta. ¿Estás bien?
—Yo… —ella voltea a ver el tablero detrás de ella, lleno de diferentes imágenes y recortes de periódico. —Sí, lo estoy. Solo estaba haciendo, um… un collage.
De repente, Moxy siente como algo roza su pierna, y entonces ve que el can ya se había escabullido detrás de ella, tomando uno de los recortes con sus patas:— “El Gran Mundo puede ser viable”—murmura el can en voz baja mientras que en su rostro pasa brevemente una expresión de reconocimiento. Moxy trata saliva, sabiendo que debió de reconocer el título de inmediato; era el artículo de opinión que ella había publicado en el periódico, el mismo que no había durado ni un día antes de ser desacreditado completamente por todos.
—Mox, ¿qué…?
—¡No es nada importante! Enserio.
—Moxy.
—No es nada.
El can pone los ojos en blanco y deja el recorte sobre la mesa al lado suyo que está rebosando en papeles: —Sabes que la primera versión fue un fracaso. ¿Planeas perder tu tiempo haciendo una segunda?
—Escúchame, Dog…
—Incluso Ox lo dijo frente tuyo, Moxy. Me es impensable que sigas tan terca.
—Dog…
—Basta de tonterías, Mox. ¡Nadie te va a escuchar de todos modos!
—¡Eso es porque no tengo las suficientes pruebas!
Las voces de ambos muñecos escalaron en tono, volviéndose en gritos exasperados de uno contra el otro. —¡El Gran Mundo es un mito!
—¡Mentiroso! ¡Solo repites lo que los demás dicen!
—¡Es la explicación más lógica! Tu hipótesis es un sinsentido.
—¿Y entonces por qué todos saben del Gran Mundo? ¿Por qué parece que todos los muñecos sabemos y queremos ir ahí?
—Ox dijo que…
—¡Ox no sabe nada!—el grito resuena por las paredes del apartamento de la muñeca rosada, haciendo que Moxy cubra su boca rápidamente con sus manos. —Perdón…—su voz es suave contra la felpa de sus manos, sonando débil a comparación de los gritos de hace apenas unos segundos. —No quise decir eso, pero…
Ella hace una pausa, suspirando en derrota.
—Estoy muy cansada de que me tomen como un chiste, Dog.
Aquellas palabras parecen suavizar algo dentro del can. —Moxy, sabes que ese no es el caso, todos queremos lo mejor para tí y…—él gira disimuladamente a ver la pila de papeles en su escritorio—obsesionarte sobre un concepto imaginario te va a hacer más mal que bien.
—No, Dog. Esto es real.—ella finalmente baja las manos de su boca, y cruza sus brazos sobre su pecho. —Sé que lo es, solo necesito alguien que me escuche, que alguien confíe en mí.
Uglydog sabía a dónde iba esto. Iba a negarse cuando Moxy se arrodilló frente a él, tomando sus patas delanteras con cuidado. —Por favor, Uglydog. Solo… confía en mí. Por hoy, solo por hoy.
El can la observa por un largo momento, sin decir nada. Después de varios instantes, termina asintiendo, aunque de un modo resignado.
Moxy sonríe suavemente en respuesta.
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─Moxy… What’s all this?
Uglydog saw his friend in front of him, busy placing red strings that connected photographs taken from different angles, all pinned to a corkboard with small pins. She jumped at the sound of his voice and dropped the pin she was about to place: ─Dog! How long have you been there? Sorry, I didn’t see you, haha…
─I can tell. Are you okay?
─I… —she turns to look at the board behind her, covered with different images and newspaper clippings. —Yes, I’m fine. I was just making, um… a collage.
Suddenly, Moxy feels something brush against her leg, and then she sees that the dog had already slipped behind her, picking up one of the clippings with his paws: “The Big World May Be Real,” he mutters softly as a look of recognition briefly crosses his face. Moxy swallows, knowing he must have recognized the title immediately; it was the article she had published in the newspaper, the very one that hadn’t lasted a single day before being completely discredited by everyone.
─Mox, what…?
─It’s nothing important! Seriously.
─Moxy.
─It’s nothing.
The dog rolls his eyes and leaves the newspaper clipping on the table next to him, which is overflowing with papers: ─You know the first version was a failure. Are you planning to waste your time on a second one?
─Listen to me, Dog…
─Even Ox said it right to your face, Moxy. I can’t believe you’re still being so stubborn.
─Dog…
─Enough of this, Mox. Nobody’s going to listen to you anyway!
─That’s just because I don’t have enough proof!
Both dolls’ voices rose in volume, turning into exasperated screams at each other. ─The Big World is a myth!
─Liar! You’re just repeating what everyone else says!
─It’s the most logical explanation! Your hypothesis is ridiculous.
─Then why does everyone know about the Big World? Why do all of us dolls seem to know about it and want to go there?
─Ox said that…
─Ox doesn’t know anything! ─The scream echoes off the walls of the pink doll’s apartment, causing Moxy to quickly cover her mouth with her hands. ─Sorry…─Her voice is soft against the plush fabric of her hands, sounding weak compared to the screams from just a few seconds ago. ─I didn’t mean that, but…
She pauses, sighing in defeat.
─I’m so tired of being treated like a joke, Dog.
Those words seem to soften something inside him. —Moxy, you know that’s not the case; we want the best for you, and…—he glances discreetly at the pile of papers on her desk—obsessing over an imaginary concept is going to do you more harm than good.
─No, Dog. This is real. She finally lowers her hands from her mouth and crosses her arms over her chest. ─I know it is. I just need someone to listen to me, someone to trust me.
Uglydog knew where this was going. He was about to refuse when Moxy knelt in front of him, gently taking his front paws. ─Please, Uglydog. Just… trust me. For today, just for today.
The dog watches her for a moment, not saying a word. After a few seconds, he ends up nodding in resignation. Moxy smiles softly at that.
Built May a Doll
May 2: Just trust me.
Author of the challenge🔥: @0perfectimperfections0
(Esp only... For now)
—Moxy… ¿Qué es todo esto?
Uglydog vió a su amiga frente a él, trabajando en colocar hilos rojos que unían fotografías en diferentes ángulos, todas puestas sobre un tablero de corcho con pequeños alfileres. Ella se sobresaltó al oír su voz y soltó de entre sus manos el alfiler que estaba a punto de colocar: —¡Dog! ¿Cuánto tiempo llevas ahí? Lo siento, no te había visto, jaja…
—Me puedo dar cuenta. ¿Estás bien?
—Yo… —ella voltea a ver el tablero detrás de ella, lleno de diferentes imágenes y recortes de periódico. —Sí, lo estoy. Solo estaba haciendo, um… un collage.
De repente, Moxy siente como algo roza su pierna, y entonces ve que el can ya se había escabullido detrás de ella, tomando uno de los recortes con sus patas:— “El Gran Mundo puede ser viable”—murmura el can en voz baja mientras que en su rostro pasa brevemente una expresión de reconocimiento. Moxy trata saliva, sabiendo que debió de reconocer el título de inmediato; era el artículo de opinión que ella había publicado en el periódico, el mismo que no había durado ni un día antes de ser desacreditado completamente por todos.
—Mox, ¿qué…?
—¡No es nada importante! Enserio.
—Moxy.
—No es nada.
El can pone los ojos en blanco y deja el recorte sobre la mesa al lado suyo que está rebosando en papeles: —Sabes que la primera versión fue un fracaso. ¿Planeas perder tu tiempo haciendo una segunda?
—Escúchame, Dog…
—Incluso Ox lo dijo frente tuyo, Moxy. Me es impensable que sigas tan terca.
—Dog…
—Basta de tonterías, Mox. ¡Nadie te va a escuchar de todos modos!
—¡Eso es porque no tengo las suficientes pruebas!
Las voces de ambos muñecos escalaron en tono, volviéndose en gritos exasperados de uno contra el otro. —¡El Gran Mundo es un mito!
—¡Mentiroso! ¡Solo repites lo que los demás dicen!
—¡Es la explicación más lógica! Tu hipótesis es un sinsentido.
—¿Y entonces por qué todos saben del Gran Mundo? ¿Por qué parece que todos los muñecos sabemos y queremos ir ahí?
—Ox dijo que…
—¡Ox no sabe nada!—el grito resuena por las paredes del apartamento de la muñeca rosada, haciendo que Moxy cubra su boca rápidamente con sus manos. —Perdón…—su voz es suave contra la felpa de sus manos, sonando débil a comparación de los gritos de hace apenas unos segundos. —No quise decir eso, pero…
Ella hace una pausa, suspirando en derrota.
—Estoy muy cansada de que me tomen como un chiste, Dog.
Aquellas palabras parecen suavizar algo dentro del can. —Moxy, sabes que ese no es el caso, todos queremos lo mejor para tí y…—él gira disimuladamente a ver la pila de papeles en su escritorio—obsesionarte sobre un concepto imaginario te va a hacer más mal que bien.
—No, Dog. Esto es real.—ella finalmente baja las manos de su boca, y cruza sus brazos sobre su pecho. —Sé que lo es, solo necesito alguien que me escuche, que alguien confíe en mí.
Uglydog sabía a dónde iba esto. Iba a negarse cuando Moxy se arrodilló frente a él, tomando sus patas delanteras con cuidado. —Por favor, Uglydog. Solo… confía en mí. Por hoy, solo por hoy.
El can la observa por un largo momento, sin decir nada. Después de varios instantes, termina asintiendo, aunque de un modo resignado.
Moxy sonríe suavemente en respuesta.
It was finally his time. Every doll, pretty and ugly, gathered around the portal to bid farewell to their beloved mayor.
It has been a long day. A huge celebration was thrown as a goodbye party. Ox didn't expect his big world day would come with the whole town throwing a party for him. Well, he guessed that was the thanks he got from being such a kind and caring leader. How long has it been since he was born into this world? He's forgotten. It felt like it was only yesterday he's built UglyVille. He remembered greeting the new ugly dolls who came through the pipe and giving them a warm welcome to their chance to live and be themselves. He remembered planning and building houses with the help of the uglies, painting those houses and goofing around making a big mess, throwing fun events so that his people have something to look forward to everyday, hopefully so they'd forget about the big world. He still couldn't believe that one day the uglies and pretty would live in harmony together and he'd be the one to lead them. He had Moxy to thanked for bringing them all together. She was braver than any of them, braver than him.
Everyone made way for Ox to walk towards the portal. On the way there, he said personal goodbyes to a few of his closest friends. Most of his friends had gone through the portal long before him. He wanted to wait until it was the right moment for him to leave. A few days ago, LuckyBat and him had a conversation about this day.
"I-I just don't know Lucky, I mean I want to stay longer for them but they all kept saying that they'd be fine and I don't have to worry so much."
LuckyBat sipped his tea before looking at Ox, "They want the best for you Ox, you've been here longer than everyone, and you've done so much for us. So, of course everyone wants you to be with your kid."
Ox played around with his tea cup, unsure about the situation. "I know that but, I still feel like there's something that I need to do here."
"Is something holding you back?"
Ox looked up at LuckyBat with a confused expression, like he had just said something strange.
"I don't think so, why would anything be holding me back?"
"I mean, I don't know,, maybe you have a task that you forgot to do that was very important."
Ox thought to himself for a moment. What was he forgetting? He thought long and hard but nothing came up. "I guess, I don't have anything I haven't done here."
"Then, that means it's okay for you to leave."
Ox finally made his way to the portal's platform. He gave a short speech and said thanks to everyone. He saw a lot of them cried, and he was starting to tear up too. He couldn't believe that after all these years he finally got to be with his kid. He thought of this as his retirement. He would surely miss everyone here. After all, this was his first and true home. Ox turned around to face the portal. He walked slowly and stopped when he got very close. He hesitated, still thinking that there was something he had missed. Something... something... or maybe someone-
"OX DON'T GO"
a shout was heard from afar, it was so loud that everyone in the crowd including Ox turned to look at the source of the voice.
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Lou started running as fast as he could towards Ox. People in the crowd tried to block him from getting there but he was too fast. He made it to Ox, all tired and breathing heavily. Ox looked at his old friend turned enemy. He couldn't believe that he had forgotten about Lou. He guessed that it was because he hadn't seen him in... oh god how long has it been since he last saw him?
"Lou... what are you doing here?"
His old friend dropped to his knees in front of him. Ox flinched a little, not expecting that action. Suddenly, the blonde looked up at him, crying, actually crying. Ox has never seen him cried before.
"Ox please don't leave me, I promise I'll be a good doll. I promise I'll change, just please don't leave!" Lou cried out.
Ox was shocked, he has never seen the blonde looked like this. Certainly not kneeling, crying, begging for him to stay. He has never seen him so...vulnerable. Lou's face was covered in dirt, his clothes shrunk, his hair unkept. Ox couldn't believe he'd let him become like this. Nobody ever thought about checking in on Lou to see his condition. A pang of guilt struck him. He knew that Lou has done terrible things to him and everyone. But, he remembered how angry he was when he revealed himself to be a prototype, when he desperately tried to destroy the portal. Then, a memory came up about what he said to Lou.
"Dolls don't need you or your training"
An ugly and pretty came up the platform to pull Lou away from Ox. "Lou that's enough! Haven't you done enough trouble? You tried to destroy the portal many times, refused to do your cleaning job, and now you're keeping Ox away from getting to his kid? How selfish and self-centered are you?" The pretty doll screamed.
Lou didn't listen to the doll's scream, his focus was only on Ox.
"I'm sorry for everything. For hurting you, for manipulating you, for hurting everyone. I'm sorry, but this will be my last selfish act. I'm begging you, please stay, old friend. Please teach me how to be better."
The crowd started booing Lou and shouting at Ox. "OX DON'T LISTEN TO HIM! GO LIVE WITH YOUR KID!" Several dolls shouted.
Ox had to make an impossible decision. For the first time ever, he finally got to think about making himself happy. Going through the portal, finding a kid to be loved and accepted. He was ready for it, or so he thought. Now, he's unsure. He didn't know his feeling towards Lou. Yes, they used to be friends, but, he tried to kill him and his friends before. He had hurt so many dolls. Did he really deserve a second chance? I guess the thought of it never came across anyone's mind. Which he didn't blame. Lou was cruel, selfish, and had an ego too big for his own good. But, Ox did feel guilty. Even though Lou's a prototype, he's still like every other doll. He had his own feelings and emotions. Suddenly, the big screen turned on. The screen that showed videos of kids playing with their dolls.
"There's a kid for every doll," The woman on the screen said.
The pretty doll had have enough and started dragging Lou away violently with the help of the ugly doll. "No stop! Ox please! Listen to me!"
Ox watched him silently, before turning his back on him towards the portal. He was silent for a bit, then sighed.
"Nolan, Wage, enough. Put him down."
Nolan and Wage put Lou down. Ox walked up to him. Lou was scared for what he'd do to him. Then, Ox wiped his tears away with one of his ears and gave a warm smile.
"Alright bud, I'll stay. With one condition, you have to be better. I will teach you how to"
Lou couldn't help but start sobbing again, "Yes I promise, and thank you,, Ox"
"Of course bud, I can't see ya suffering any longer"
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HELLOOOO so this fic is called "An Impossible Decision" I've been thinking a lot about what if Ox stays with Lou and never go to the big world and voila, here r fanarts and a fic. I would love to explore this story more because I already have a concept for redeemed Lou.
Also I'm planning to make this a Lou x Ox series or what I like to call it, prettybunny.
If you're interested in me making more then ya'll can comment about it :D I want the second part to have a little flashback with Lou
(Also sorry if this fic kinda sucks I haven't made a fix in a long time and english is not my first language)
Who is this particular green bunny ?
+ I just came alive and realised how I can literally draw any character saying the most random stuff
( tried to amp up his design )🥳
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GREENN
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Silly bunny :3
Built May a Doll
May 1: Why would I help someone like you?
Mi aporte en b/n
Un fragmento de la historia que siguen las dos muñecas en mi AU roleswap xD aprovecharé para ir dando contexto en el futuro poco a poco.
ENG
Here's my little contribution, just a fragment of the story my role swap AU follows. I'll (hopefully) post more in the future ^^
In her case, that is most definitely a real answer 😂🥺
Your designs are so cute!!! 😭
Tysm!! 😭💕💕
I'm so glad you liked them <3
I had a hard time making their designs because I always felt like they were missing something- though these are the final versions, for a reason!
And yeees she is cute 🥹
I love her very very much
She's actually Moxy! Or Mimi, in this AU
Idk why but I just thought a lamb would suit her (?)
Built May a Doll
May 1: Why would I help someone like you?
Mi aporte en b/n
Un fragmento de la historia que siguen las dos muñecas en mi AU roleswap xD aprovecharé para ir dando contexto en el futuro poco a poco.
ENG
Here's my little contribution, just a fragment of the story my role swap AU follows. I'll (hopefully) post more in the future ^^
Always glad to count on @0perfectimperfections0 to ignite my UD obssesion. NEW WRITTING/DRAWING CHALLENGE PEOPLE!!
This dynamic is moslty for fun, you can write or draw whatever you want, with any UD characters u desire. OCs and yumeships, are allowed. LETS JUST GO WILD!!!
Also be aware nothing has to be elaborate finish pieces. Either you can draw B/N doddles, or write drabbles with 100 words. You decide how you want to used the prompt. Have fun!
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hmmm será bueno entrar con mis aus xD?
también intentaré escribir uno sobre Uglydog q es mi fav pero jamás lo demuestro en esta cuenta ugh
Estoy súper emocionada de ver lo que saldrá del challenge💕