Jul 12, 2025
Mspaint I've missed you so so much
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Mspaint I've missed you so so much
Some of you might know that @icebats-universe and I have been doing an AU RP for the last couple months, getting to really know our characters. And this picture came out of that. This is my boy Flavos and his crew of background characters. And while I was making this, it took like 3 days, I figured out a new shading technique, so I've gotten reenergized into shading for of those unshaded artworks that have been sitting in my computer for years.
Prompt #28: Loops and Hoops
Safe. That was her priority. She needed to keep him safe and the people he cared about regardless of all else. She had to admit she wasn’t someone who understood security or what people were capable when it came to hunting another down. Tracking links and hiring scouts were always saved for criminals or people of interest. She never thought she would be anyone’s interest, let alone on the top of someone’s priorities. Regardless she needed to make sure even if the asshole felt the need to do those things that she wasn’t putting anyone else in jeopardy.
It took her a few bells to come up with the idea, she knew it had to be clever or at least long winded enough that anyone who -might- have some interest in collecting whatever price the man had set on her head wouldn’t be willing to do it. Finding people who she could trust was also another story. Hiring hands to hire others seemed like the right way to handle it. Steering clear from people she normally would deal with or would recognize her smile behind the mask.
Written instructions and tasks laid out, it wasn’t her finest work but she had never crafted a hunt like this before. Each item collected and carefully packaged with her signature blue string. Maybe that was it was too much, but if anyone was tracking they would know it was her to begin with. ‘A dark handsome Seeker with stunning golden eyes, black hair and possibly all dark clothing will ask for a glass of whiskey. If so please give him this package and I included enough gil to cover the tab.’ Surely the combination of features wouldn’t be hard to mess up, right? The instructions placed on top and neatly tucked into a small bag, worse case he would call and she could fix the issue some how.
The next was the pie, she hopped the campfire baked pastry would hold up for as long as it needed to. She kept it to the outside in hopes that the aroma matched the written clue she had tucked into the last package with the mask.. As much as she didn’t like the thought of -giving- him another mask, there was a bit of symbolism in the nature of how he had to use it. Not wearing it but using it as a tool, it didn’t define the holder but gave him means to secrets. Maybe he would get it.. She had read about something similar in one of the books she had borrowed from Dal’s library. Key for solving puzzles.. It was weak but hopefully not too challenging for him to solve.
The last bits were just the small riddles to give clues of where to travel to. Looping in previous history or reminders that would be personal to one another seemed the right way to go about it. They had met, reconnected and fostered their.. relationship?.. maybe that’s what she should start calling it, by the sea. It seemed suiting that she would base it around a place that hosted festivals for beach goers. The meeting spot being the tumbling waterfall tucked away towards the north. It seemed full circle and almost poetic. She rubbed a hand across her cheek wishing the heat that had crept in would fade, leaving a streak of black ink behind.
The idea was silly, the whole plan was a mini disaster but it was hers and she hoped in the end she would get to see him once again. To be able to wrap her arms tightly around him and bury her face into his chest. She just needed to wait, which was possibly the most painful part of it all, and hope that no one else tagged along for the adventure. It was more work than it was worth but he seemed eager to see her and maybe he wouldn’t mind it in the end. Next time she would ask for someone else to help, if things were different it would be more playful maybe even fun.
A side glance towards the carbuncle who waited patiently at her side. Soon Fluff, you will see him soon. A small smile formed at her lips as her mind started to drift, the thought bubble popped with the crisp snap of a twig over her shoulder. “Evenin’ lil Miss, it’s about time I saw your face again.”
Updated Eddsworld HCS!! As a trans gay guy who's entire friend group is queer and trans/is surrounded by them online in gen, yes all of them are as well to me. Please respect that ❤️ It's just a personal interpretation!
LONG LINE OF TEXT WITH SPECIFICS:
The Beach Buds back again
Got reminded of the balls shirt
Obscure yuri, and a terrible but funny concept. + Gravys car
Prompt #17: Title Given
Sir.
It was something that had been ingrained in my head since I was little. Habitually slipped out more times then I can count. The respect given unless taken away. It was easier to dip my head and apologize for over use then upset someone by not saying it. Many people often barked back, whether or not they believed they deserved it would be a different discussion.
I still don’t understand why the man seemed to enjoy the word but it made me happy to see him smile. Is it not easier to get on someone’s good side if you don’t give them a reason to question it? Not that I wasn’t on his good side, I think it was clear that I was. Perhaps one day I’d call him Captain instead, I wasn’t sure if he would ever step into those shoes but I’d follow him if he did, at least for a few contracts.
S-sir.
Despite how often I used the phrase, it would still catch in my throat. Stuttered the start, my brain moving faster than I can keep up. I still don’t quite get why some people seem to enjoy it more. Could be because they had never been called it before or no one showed a level of respect until the truth was revealed. I don’t like stripping people of the small show of appreciation but there are few who don't deserve it.
He bounced between wanting and disregarding it. I defaulted to using it unless growled at to stop. I think it depended on what was being asked or if I was agreeing to whatever he was challenging me with. He had lost the title soon after I met him but earned it back slowly. In return seemed to have forgiven my unease and silly mistakes the more time I spend with him. One day maybe I’ll learn to know the appropriate time to use the call of respect and when to remain quiet.
Sirrr.
It had become a pet name in a sense, at least the way I had changed the ending. It felt weird the roll off my tongue but the meaning remained the same. It had happened a few times before to others but there might have been alcohol involved and my mouth didn’t react the way I had expected it to. It was new and different, the reactions I got from different people confused me but it was fun to play around with given the right circumstance.
I respected and cared about him more than anyone I had met. He earned the title many times over even if he didn’t believe he was worthy of it. I was never sure if he would accept it but I liked trying to learn how and what things would make him nervous as myself. For now I’ll continue to use the word and find more ways it can be changed as slipped from my lips.
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