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Hii ˳°꒰ ⌒꒱ﾉ゛

Sorry for the abrupt hiatus!  ˚˳°꒰◍”꒱∘˚˳ I’m still alive and still plan on posting here, I am just reworking a few things (for various reasons) and had needed some time to myself, but I’m back again now and will be updating soon enough.

♥♥♥ Thanks for the patience! ♥♥♥

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I'm gonna start a petition to make Butler the next tumblr sexyman

This is how I imagine post-canon. I believe they, actually, may be the only monsters that have got a good ending for themselves. They'll live in a huge mansion left on them like some cottagecore lesbians and do things they want to do. Isn't this great с:

The Buler will wear a corset (made by Craftsman) for his bad back and they'll have long coffee break conversations on daily basis

I believe they'll have to go through acception of losing a child, even in it was a devil herself. No matter how awful she was, it was still a kid they were responsible for, and even had become attached to...

She was also their mistress, which means they just... Wouldn't know what to do with themselves. Full freedom is not the things they're used to.

Sketches are bad, but I don't have an energy to do anything better with this. And I feel like some people (like me) need some content that is not about anime children's crushes

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aye here are some redraws of random shit i found in my camera roll

original pictures under the cut

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Six: I'm heading out to find supplies

Mono: *happily* I'm coming with you!

Six: No I'm going by myself!

Mono: *nodding solemnly* And with me, too!

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A very rough animation ! I’m slowly feeling a little better about my mental health, i missed animating so much

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A Chair For A Home

(Crossposted from Archive Of Our Own, may be subject to editing)

WARNING: SPOILERS FOR LITTLE NIGHTMARES 2

[Image ID: A pencil drawing of the end room of Little Nightmares 2, seen from the front. The chair has the Thin Man’s hat resting on it. The floor resembles an eye with the pupil resting beneath the chair. Two unshaded circles containing text on either side of the chair make the room resemble the inside of Mono’s paper bag. The text reads: A CHAIR FOR A HOME. /End]

Text below the cut. This takes place during the ending of LN2, reader’s discretion advised.

'psst!'

Mono called into the dark. He could barely see, but he knew where he was, what he stood on. The Flesh pulsed and breathed beneath his feet.

He cupped his hand to his mouth.

'oii!' He hissed.

The darkness around him did not respond.

She- she was searching for him, right? She had to have dropped him for a reason, and now she was going to save him because she wouldn't just leave him, right?

Not after he saved her.... right?

His steps were slowed, dream-like, just as they were when he was running from the Thin Man...

Mono tried to swallow but his throat was too dry. His head swam, his vision curling like burning paper as something too bright emerged in his view.

Wait- a light- escape?

He looked up at it

A lump of flesh towered over him, and in the spotlight, nested at the very top, a little wood chair crowned the mass.

He turned back to the void, to yell one last time for her-

The noise stuck in his throat.

Mono clutched his shirt. The air was sickeningly wet, coating his lungs as his breathing went faster and faster.

Six hadn't left him, she was there, if he called out she would call back-

An eye opened up to his left, the pupil bobbing as it stared up at Mono. He stumbled backwards. His feet slipped and he was falling, falling, till his head and hands met the shifting, damp skin-

and another eye opened next to his arm, the pupil dilating as it turned to look into his face.

Mono screamed

He scrambled madly up the mound, the flesh giving away under his fingers as he scratched and clawed his way to the chair. Eyes were opening everywhere now.

His fingernails dug into the wood as he pulled himself up onto the chair. He stood on it, trying to get as far away from the flesh as possible- He had to be able to see an exit from here!

He looked around. His face widened in horror. 

Everywhere, the Flesh stared back.

Like cracks in a screen, tearing apart the image in an instant, the truth etched deep into his chest.

 Six had abandoned Mono

 His ears rang. He buried his face in his hands. Hid his eyes. Pressure in his head grew, pulsing against the inside of his skull.

He knew they were all looking, all of their eyes eating up his suffering. They were watching, happy he was hurting because they hate him! Everyone hates him!

She must hate him too! Maybe she hated him all along and was just pretending to be his friend!

Maybe she was still there, watching with everyone else.

He curled up as the pain carved into him, but no tears would fall, no sound would leave him. They would all love that, wouldn't they? They wanted to see him cry!

Mono wanted them to go away, he wanted them to stop watching him, he wanted to be anywhere but here!

 All of a sudden, the pressure stopped. 

His breath was shaky as he cautiously peeked through his fingers. Below the chair was a stone floor.

He looked to his left. He looked to his right.

Darkness and stone floors extended in all directions

Then, Mono sat down.

 -

 The pressure may have left but the pain was still there. Embedded in him like shards of glass. He knew they must still be watching too, hungry to see him suffer.

Mono clenched his hands, bunching up the fabric of his pants as he stared at the ground. He wasn't going to give in to the caving in his chest, to let himself wail and sob like he wanted to.

Mono wasn't going to give them a show.

 -

 The pain never stopped. The memories were all he had left… he held them close and every single one cut into him. He shifted slightly, a chill running down his spine as the small motion was noticed. They were still watching.

He stared at the floor. At some point it seemed he had gotten taller, or the floor had simply gotten farther away.

He didn't care.

 -

 Every time he closed his eyes, it hurt. All he could see was a burning yellow image, so different from the soft blue he first found her in.

His fingers twitched, his hands still resolutely positioned on his knees. Mono's feet could touch the floor now.

She wasn't coming back, was she?

The girl he got to play games with, who didn't hate him, who always caught him when he jumped.

The girl who offered to hold his hand.

He wanted to forget her.

 -

 The floor's details were smaller and smaller as he traced them with his eyes.

The memories playing back in his head were fuzzier, some of them were just vague shapes and sounds now. The pain was still there, flaring in his chest.

He could still remember how much everyone hated him, even before the signal tower, their faces slathered in disgust- She hadn't looked at him like that until she had dropped him. Everyone really did hate Mono, the pathetic little boy.

He wanted to stop being Mono.

 -

 The chair creaked as he shifted his legs.

The man still had memories, but they were more bundles of emotions and sounds now. Only a few remained distinct.

The hurt had turned into something else. No longer a wound, but a corrosion. Spite and fear leaked into his every thought. He couldn't believe he had let himself depend so much on someone else, he should never have given his trust in the first place.

His grimace deepened. Their eyes plucked at the hairs on his neck.

He didn't want to let anyone get that close to him ever again.

 -

 The Thin Man gazed down towards the base of the doorway. His hat obscured his vision, but he knew the endless plane of stone and darkness had turned into a room. Walls and a ceiling now sheltered him. An open door to the outside stared him down.

They were still watching, the near constant buzzing in the back of his head reminded him. He didn't care. They could watch all they want.

They were not company. They could not hurt him.

His breath was steady and slow. Practiced. Leftover from the pain, someone else's pain, someone he couldn't remember. 

Now there was just the ache. 

The ache was in his chest, in his head, in his arms, his legs, his hands. It was a scar whose angry marks spread throughout him, constantly reminding him that there was no good out there, no joy, no hope, no purpose- Only fear and betrayal.

This room was the only place he was truly safe from harm.

He did not want to leave.

The door closed triumphantly.

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the argument that six is "evil" or "fucked up" because she broke that one bully with her bare hands is so funny to me because mono would do the exact same thing given the opportunity. he just goes for the more complicated, slower, but more sure method he knows, because there's a hammer RIGHT THERE. six is practical and goes about it the fastest way, and can properly judge that she can take one down fairly easily (while it's alone and distracted at least). I would not be surprised if she picked up that info simply from how she managed to kick one bully over when they first take her

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Forgot i drew this in April

Lighter backround version under the cut

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Who does the Thin Man love to taunt the most?

Next part of this

The funniest is definitely the doctor for him but in the end, Thin Man loves taunting all of them.

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The Little Nightmares 2 bosses and gardening

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Some screenshot redraws based on @porquepork 's LN x Spirited Away idea! Thank you @tratserenoyreve for reminding me I had these lol

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okay okay so i saw @porquepork’s takes on designs/roles for the little nightmares cast in spirited away and i just. went ham.

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festival dress up :)

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What could be hiding beneath the Hunter's mask? Like many, I have a few ideas

The first set is based on the portraits of the man with the lopsided face that a lot of people (myself included) believe could be the Hunter's true identity. If nothing else, the unusual shape of his head does seem to match.

The second, more gruesome set is from another theory that he may have attempted to take his own life at some point with one of his shotguns, but was unsuccessful. This would explain why the mask only has one eye-hole, why he struggles to breathe more so than any other monster, and why he seemingly has a close relationship with a doctor that specializes in reconstructive surgery.

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THEY HOLD HANDS!!!

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so i have some concerns