Very excited to finally share some pictures of my Dread Pirate Frogerts build! I've been thinking about making this outfit for my Kermit for a while now, but the proper motivation to actually get this done was hearing that Cary Elwes was announced as a guest for my local comic convention! So with any luck Dread Pirate Frogerts will be getting to meet the real Westley very soon.
A shocking amount of work went into making this little outfit... I completely underestimated the amount of time I would need to put all this together. Though a good chunk of that was me getting way too wrapped up in perfectionism... ask me how many times I re-did the smocking on the sleeves (On second thought, don't, it's embarrassing). Here I thought I had been con-crunching with Piggy last year... technically, I only just finished Kermit today, and the convention starts Thursday. Lots of internal (and external) screaming was had with this build. I did film the majority of it, with plans to turn it into a full video and reel in the future... maybe once I've had a chance to recoup from aforementioned con-crunch.
It's just Hizashi and Nemuri in the teachers room. He's seated at his desk in his office chair while Nemuri's using the surface of Shouta's desk as her seat. It’s something they know their friend will gripe about once he sees her there.
They're gossiping about their students, and nothing they're saying is of any real importance. Hizashi makes a stupid joke and Nemuri cackles at it, and it's nice. It's mundane, but it's everything Hizashi is longing for.
It's just a dream. Hizashi is fully aware that it is. An afterimage of several, similar memories that are all in the past. Memories that he'll never make again with the person he'll never see again. Not in the waking world, at least.
Because Nemuri is dead.
It's a terrible, miserable truth that he has to face every day out in reality. It’s a truth that he can only escape in his dreams, where even something as unexciting as shooting the shit at work with Nemuri becomes a fantasy he never wants to wake up from.
He just wants to stay here with her, sharing tired smiles as they lament the busy schedules they wouldn't change a thing about. Reveling in juvenile jokes they should have outgrown years ago. Teasing Shouta or working together to coax him out of his sleeping bag to come have a drink with them for once. Working together on the occasional chance they cross paths on patrol.
He just wants to stay here and leave the world that no longer includes her behind.
"Hizashi."
All background noise fades out and the room loses detail, dissipating like mist. He looks up at Nemuri and her expression has changed. She's still smiling, but…
She looks sad.
"Hizashi."
She's holding onto his hands, but he can barely feel it, even as he grasps back tightly. It feels like she's fading away all over again. A sinking anxiety pools up from his stomach until it's clogging his throat and he feels like he's drowning.
"Nem-"
"You have to let me go."
The words repeat over and over in his dreamspace. Crushing, threatening. He frantically shakes his head.
"What're you talking about?" He wants to laugh it’s so ridiculous, so frightening. Let her go? How could he? For as long as he's known her, Nemuri had- no, has- been his rock, his confidant, his best friend. When they lost Oboro, when Shouta withdrew into the underground, when everyone else left him behind, Nemuri was still there. How can he now leave her behind? How can he let her go? Even if she's gone, can't he at least have this?
Can't he still have his dreams?
"You know this isn't good for you," she tells him, her lips pulling into a concerned frown. "You can't keep avoiding reality. All you do these days is sleep so you can come see me. But, Zashi-"
"Stop-"
"I'm gone," she says, and the truth hurts them both.
Nemuri closes her eyes, swallowing thickly. "I really wish I wasn't. You know there was so much more hell I wanted to raise," she laughs, but it's pained. When she looks at him again, her eyes are wet with tears, and he feels his own well up in return. "I wish I could have had more time with you, with everyone, but…" she shakes her head with disappointment and shrugs.
"It shouldn't have been you, Nem," Hizashi's lip wobbles, and he wants to scream and sob like a little kid. It's so unfair, why did she have to die? She didn't deserve it. "It should've- I should've-"
He doesn't even know what he's trying to say anymore. It shouldn't have been her. He should have been there for her. Hell, it should have been him-
"Shh, Zashi, sweetheart…"
He's fallen to his knees and she kneels with him, her arms wound around his shoulders as she tucks his face into the crook of her neck. He remembers all the times she held him like this, the times they grieved together, and now they grieve again. He clings on tight, and it feels like he's falling apart.
"It's so lonely without you," he tells her, "I miss you."
"I miss you, too."
Her figure is dissolving in his arms.
"I wanted to grow old together."
"I wanted that, too."
Her voice was so far away.
"Nemuri-"
"It's okay."
"Please don't-"
"It'll be okay, Hizashi."
"Please don't go!"
Hizashi opens his eyes with a gasp. For a few moments, he’s disoriented, and so he lays there, his chest expanding unnaturally as he takes large, rapid breaths.
found this out earlier today before i went to sleep that today is actually the official day of tsb's creation! meaning..... TODAY IS HIS OFFICIAL BIRTHDAY!!!!
two whole years i've been drawing this dumb lil cartoon burger mario oc and my god has it changed my life for the better.
got so many cool ideas cooking so stay tuned and my god i gotta get myself back in this house i miss being active on here. i'll upload more art soon trust 💛
also happy birthday to luke/smg4 too LMAO THIS WAS JUST BY COINCIDENCE HAHAHA
for anyone curious, tsb's first ref was uploaded a week after i made him bc i was just genuinely shy in sharing him to the world. i had first only ever uploaded him on my toyhouse just for storage purposes.
i went to look at the date just by mere chance since i remember i made him around this time to then discover his creation date was actually TODAY LMAO
a man caught falling from a tree, accompanied by a giant, grey, flamboyant squirrel. running away after being caught in a dunkin' donut's dumpster. police say "they sure put on a show!"
been writting and ideating on tsb/emmet's and benny/watchman's relationship + dynamic and my god honestly they're my absolute favorite to interact. i really wanted to do a meme redraw featuring the two of them and HAD to do this one. that's right, emmet get's arrest when he becomes a real boy LMAO
also did a few other silly memes so imma post them below to not clog it up too much
While I still have the audacity to say this id like to say that I think all of us (not including the people who are actually in the "social norms") are tired of trying to fit into the social norms like pride or other things around us that the world tells us to align to. It seems like such a tiring thing to try to fit in constantly, so I wanted to say IM COMING OUT OF THE SOCIAL NORMS. I know a good majority of the time that I'm here when it's pride I say I'm Asexual is something, but I'm just the STRAIGHTEST person you'll ever meet. I also cooked up this little thing in reflection of how I felt this day
I. Am free, and I don't ever want to stay living in the social norms of the world. Because social norms are the most limiting things to set yourself into. I was born an original and I will never strive to be a copy. I. Am. Free.
Just the closeup of my character, and I know I put the ace flag beside them to seem relevant, but again. I'm just the straightest person here.
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