Did An Art

I had to draw it, I'm sorry.

i ran out of space

What people think why i became a bookbinder: Oh she wants to explore her artistic horizon with those pretty leather bound books of hers. She even gives them out as gifts to her friends. It most likely helps her with anxiety or maybe she just wanted a more special costume made notebook.

Why I actually became a bookbinder: I just illegally downloaded and printed out several of my favourite fanfics and books and started binding them into books cuz I love reading them but looking at screens for too long gives me headaches.

I made a one gijinka!

The dress was agony I never want to see a star ever again.

BILL WATTERSON ‘A cartoonist’s advice’

Four Portions

(Act 1, Scene 2)

An In Stars and Time fanfiction, spoilers under the cut!

You’ve entered the House, and are now in a room Mira called “The Death Corridor.”, searching for traps.

There isn’t much here that could be trapped, only the six pillars, which you’re already checking for switches or other activation devices. You also try to walk on every part of the floor while you’re at it, in case of a pressure plate or a trapdoor or something, but you don’t find any traps, and tell your party the corridor’s safe. Mira, however, needs more convincing.

“So? So??? Are we safe? We’re not safe, are we, this is the Death Corridor...” Mira worries, “The older housemaidens kept saying people died there! So there must be a trap- something weight-sensitive or something!”

Mira’s getting more frantic now, her nails are getting dangerously close to biting-distance!

“Or, or! Maybe it’s time-sensitive! If we spend to long here...!”

“There’s nothing weird in here.” You say, finally.

“But there must be!”

“Aw, Mira...” Yes! Isa to the rescue!

“Belle, Belle, don’t worry about it.” Bonnie interjects. “Frin isn’t good at many things, but they know stuff about traps.”

Hey...

“Right. If we can’t trust the one that’s supposed to lead us THIS early, this won’t bode well for later...” Odile says.

HEY...

Mira seems unconvinced. “But, but-“

“We’re not dead yet, are we?” you say.

“Well, that’s true...”

“We HAVE been in this room for a while...” Odile looks up from her notes and at Mira. “...and Siffrin has been walking everywhere, so if it was weight-sensitive, something would have killed him by now.”

“Exactly! It’s all fine!” Isa adds, hurriedly.

“Oh...Yeah! Yeah, okay! I’ll believe you!” Mira flushes with an embarrassed smile. “Sorry... for worrying... I'm a little on edge.”

“We’re good, Mira.” You say, stepping into the middle of the corridor. “See? Everything’s fine.”

<<<<<

You’re not sure what happened. One moment you’re standing, fine, and the next you’re splayed under a giant rock, and the next you’re planet-long threads, laid down and scrutinised,

And now, you’re back in the meadow.

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Pencil doodles from today-

She is literally that one audio (I will not explain but talking about the last photo) Four sneezed at her or something and now she is stuck forever wearing her exit uniform until further notice. I don’t know if she knows he did it. I don’t know if he knows he did it either. She did get her old freesmart jacket back, though. Yayyyy.

ARE YOU TODAY’S DATE?

BECAUSE YOURE 10/10

Correct.