creation-art1 · 3 years ago
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¿Como se llevarían con sus personajes si se encontraran en la vida Real?
A mi me agarran entre todos para cachetearme bien lindo por darles una vida tan miserable.
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Algo asi... ¿y a ustedes?
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chirpycreations · 4 years ago
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How Villians Sleep At Night Chapter 1
DISCLAIMER: This story will NOT be my usual happy, bit of violence sorta thing. It will contain some mature themes and language. I don't mean Undertale genocide mature either. I mean abuse, manipulation, depression, low-self-esteem and possibly suicidal thoughts (I'll clarify this list as I work on the story). This isn't something I'd let my 12-year-old sister read so if you're under 14 I probably wouldn't recommend it.
Alrighty, with that out the way, happy reading!
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Cold, windy and cold. The light snow began its descent, its final journey, landing down on his nose and everything around. Drawn like a magnet, he felt his hand jump outwards, catching one of these fallen angels, only for it to dissipate in a matter of seconds.
He paused a few meters from the door, turning back to the tall building which loomed over him. He must look different from when he arrived. His body felt chocked by the bandages around him. Ribcage, vertebrae and skull, left arm laying lazily in a sling. It wasn’t just his recent addition of battle scars and bruises those. His clothes, or more accurately, now his clothes. Donated to him by a friend. They were too small, too tight, too familiar. Sleeves of the tired blue hoodie just surpassing his elbows, trousseaus mimicking shorts, and pink fluffy slipper which, judging by their size must have once belonged to his friends older brother.
The wind wrapped around him as if in a hug to congratulate, or was it to comfort? Both would be appropriate given the events that had passed.
Regardless of its intent, he pulled the scarf up to his nose, covering up the sensitive bone beneath. It was still raw from only having been recently reintroduced to the world that lies around it. A world much colder than the one he had known 4 weeks prior, and for more reasons than just the winter chill, gesturing its commiserations.
He found himself drawn out from these thoughts by the moaning of the snow behind. Crunch, crush, crumble. The snow settled under the weight of the oppressive foot.
He didn’t need to face its domineering owner to know who was approaching. The sigh of heavy boots and ragged breaths. He’d come to know them well.
“I am guessing you did not come to congratulate me on getting out of the Hospital?” His voice was coarse, rusted form lack of use over these last 4 weeks. Those in his defence, he had spent the last 3 weeks asleep and the option to practice such activities had not been appealing this last week, despite his visitors who had shown no such hesitation.
“That’d be correct.” The voice replied, his usual grim tone clouding over.
He could picture the cowboy standing there in the snow. His thick brown jacket, heavy boots and purple scarf, no doubt pulled up high like his own. Yellow beady eyes, peering through the falling snow. The only thing which could penetrate it was the scar running through his left socket. Two lines were torn deep into the bone like a knife through a cloth, jagged edges jumping out at those who dared ask the question; How?
He held onto these images just a little longer. He didn’t want to face him: Judge, jury and executioner. Didn’t want to break the illusion, see the bullet, the disappointment, hate and pity which followed in his final moment. Not now, not from him. Not a reminder of how far he’d fallen. How much he had failed everyone. Them. Himself. Not now, not yet.
The judge let another ragged breath escaped into the wind, then spoke again, his voice still harsh, “We need to talk.”
He almost laughed: Predictable.
He’d imagined this meeting over the last week, dreaded it.
Each time he imagined this outcome, each time only worse. The path so far smiled in his favour, but was it actually kindness? Or the sympathy of fate while deciding which hand to deal him next?
“I expected you would say that. Maybe somewhere a little warmer? I know a suitable spot.”
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The change of scenery was nice. He had seen too much white: White walls, white snow, white dust. It all blended together after a while. Instead, the calm beat of rain sang out drowning these thoughts; drip, drop, plop. The soft squelch of moss beneath his shoes and cool blue glow of flora. A welcomed change.
He sat on the lone bench, once home to an abandoned quiche to which he believed was adopted by Frisk some months earlier during their last run. A last bid to make their wrongs right? He couldn’t help the bitter smile that came with the thought. They had been the same all along, hadn’t they?
“Alright, let's get this shit over with. I’ve got better things to be doing than dealing with the fucking mess ya’ve made me, bless yar heart.”
The judge; to whom he’d come to know as Apollo, Wayne or his more commonly called name: Justice, over the last 5 months was the same as always. Grumpy, ill-tempered and foul-mouthed. Not knowing better, you’d think it was any other ordinary day. Paperwork, lack of sleep or maybe Squirrel might have contributed to the slight dip in mood, but otherwise, you wouldn’t think different. He knew different. He knew it was his fault.
Justice had taken to standing in front of him. He’d pulled out a dictaphone, notepad and pen. Bad cop, good cop? No, there was only one of him. He didn’t see Sarge or Chara, so obviously he’d been decided as an ‘easy’ case to deal with. Even so, it didn’t feel much like an interrogation.  For anyone else, Justice would tower over them like a mighty dictator, interjecting fear and obedience. Then like a master surgeon he would dissect them for his answers. For him, however, the same was hard to say. Even while slouching, his lanky body continued to meekly rise above the judge, even if by only a few centimetres.
The situation felt a little... uncomfortable, but not more than that.
The dictaphone clanks as Justice sat it down on the bench. A bone finger reached out and pressed ‘Record’.
That's it then. No more hiding, no more delays. The inedible was always going to happen. He could only stall for so long.
“Interview #597883. Interviewing S-"
“Hoshi”
His interruption was met with silence, annoyance and confusion. For this story, he is ‘Hoshi’.
Was.
“...Interviewing ‘Hoshi’.” Justice finished his annoyance still very present. Strike one, maybe?
“For future review, this interview will be documented. All information discussed will be kept confidential and on a need ta know bases with only those holding clearance.” The note pad was empty. Did he really know all this off the top of his head? How long had he been doing this?
“You will answer all questions given to you, with nothin’ but the truth and will not withhold any information regardless of its contents. Should ya be found to be lying or withholding anything, then all evidence for your case will be rendered void. Do you understand?”
Tap,
Tap,
Tap.
Hoshi rushed into an answered upon noticing the impatient pen's rhythm upon the paper. “Yes...s-sir.”
“Justice'll do.”
The silence was his reply, a slight nod of the head.
“Look, I ain’t gonna sugar coat this for ya. You’re in some deep shit here and really fucked up. I don’t think I have ‘ta tell ya how serious the charges you’re looking at are.” He paused, taking a breath, or was it a sigh?
“Endangering the life of a Creator & leaking sensitive information regarding the Bar & it’s Patrons to an unknown 3rd party is pretty fuckin’ serious, and should’a already contributed to 4 accounts of sansicide on you’re head if it wasn’t for sheer fucking luck.”
“That being said,” He added after a moment,
“You did speak out about it and put your life on the line to take the brunt of the consequences (, even if a little late).” He mumbled the latter half, scowling down on the words as if their existence in that order should sentence them to a fate far worse than his own.
“While try’na throw your life away is fucking dumb and won’t fix what you’ve done...myself, Z-Stars and other agreed ya deserve a chance. As well as the numerous vouches towards your character we received, evidence collected would suggest possible fowl play to some extent. Whether this is true or not, I intend to find out.”
How had he gotten here? Everything was going so well. Everything was going according to plan. It was simple enough. Fool proof. 'Hoshi proof', Shadow had even teased him often enough. If any common fool could do it, he would be fine. He couldn't fail.
But still...
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"Que se passera-t-il si cela ne fonctionne pas?"
("What shall happen if this does not work?") He asked. He'd felt the fear call at him through the fog of his mind. It's worrying pleas, he could barely make them out, but it seemed logical to respond to them. By responding to them, they would leave. He'd be alone again with the fog. The nothingness. It had grown on him, the emptiness inside.
"Je suppose que ça dépend de la fa��on beaucoup don't vous voulez rentrer à la maison, n'est-ce pas?"
("I guess it depends on how much you want to get home, doesn't it?") His Shadow replied, in broken french.
Unlike him, his Shadow wasn't native to his tongue. Despite this, however, Shadow had insisted they use his tongue to communicate. His language was less common than English. It meant they had more privacy, 3.29 times more to be precise, and as a bonus, their target also didn't speak it.
"Tu t'inquiètes trop. Je serai là si tu gâches. Maintenant préparez-vous, ça ne devrait pas être trop long maintenant."
("You worry too much. I'll be there if you mess up. Now get ready, it shouldn't be too long now.") Where was he now then? Why wasn't he by his side? Whispering flattery... advice... encouragement...like he'd always done. Telling him how stupid and pathetic he was, how he couldn't do anything, wouldn't be anything.
Apart of him wished he could tell him he was right... again.
"D-d'accord. Merci mon amie."
("O-ok. Thank you my friend.")
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A hand waved in front of him, ending its journey with a flick on his nose. He blinked hard twice looking up and meeting the angry gaze. Ah right, he was still here.
“You’ve got one chance ‘Hoshi’. The truth or I can make a start on locking yar ass up for eternity so I can get some brain bleach and drink the rest of this fucking nightmare away.”
"..."
“Choice’s yar’s really, but ya should know a lot’a folks stepped forward to vouch for ya. It’d be a shame to reject their forgiveness ‘cause it ain’t often you make friends like ‘em who’re willing ta stick by your side no matter what.”
It took a moment for Hoshi to find the right words. He’d know his decision since he’d first awakened.
“Where would you like me to start?”
A weight placed its self upon his shoulder: a hand. It stayed for a moment, lifting and coming back down with a pat. The judge had a smile projected onto his face, it couldn’t have been his own. In all the time he’d know him, he’d never truly smiled (unless sarcastic of course). Maybe he was seeing things? After all his left eye was still tucked away under bandages, deemed too damaged to face the elements.
“That’s the spirit, boy.” No, the smile was real.
He let his eye drift upwards, meeting Justice's almost unnatural gaze. Too kind and gentle, too out of character. If anything, the uncanny expression on his face made him feel even more uncomfortable than the whole integration.
The weight removed it’s self completely,
“The begging. Include all the details ya can remember. We need ta know who we’re fuckin’ deal with cause whoever these folks are, they’ve already made it pretty fuckin’ obvious they mean business.”
“I-I...I am sorry.”
“I know.”
They remained in silence for a minute, nothing more could be said: The damage has been done. All they could do now was pick up the pieces and hope there was enough glue left to save the situation from shattering further.
“Let’s make a start kid, somehow I doubt this’ll be quick.” He flipped his pen around. It stood at attention, ready to follow his every command.
“O-ok.”
This is it, then: the true story.
It was so long ago, so many things had happened since then. Could he even remember how it started? How it happen? But then again, the better question was how much would he let himself remember? He’d tried so hard to bury it, pretend the illusion was real, fight back the pain, the tears, late at night when white lies clawed at him. Slowly digging themselves up from the shallow graves he’d hastily buried them in.
He preferred the illusion. It had a happy ending.
Was going to, at least...
Was heading that way before the events of one month ago.
The incident.
His ultimate failure.
His betrayal...
He smiled meekly, he...he was a terrible person. He knew that much was certin. No.
A mess, not a person. A mess of lies, illusions and shredded memories. That was a different story, however. Maybe he would get to tell that story one day too. But till then... this is the story of Hoshi, Sans.
His story.
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Cover & Chapter 1 art
[TOSD] How Villians Sleep At Night by me 
Justice Sans by Vangold 
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mysteryp0rtal · 6 years ago
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Wooooo!! It's my birthday tomorrow! Yep in case you didn't know, me and my main oc/mascot Sparkpaw have birthdays that are close to each other. (Sparkpaw on June 10 and mines on June 12.) I wanted to get this done yesterday but it didn't happen because it was so time consuming to make sure every detail is good like if the coloring was properly filled in. It may not look like it since this is a more simple picture with basic shading but yeah. Also the thing that's in Sparkpaw's mouth is not a weird tongue. It's on of those birthday slider flap things where you put them in your mouth, suck air, and they turn flat. Oh and I just realized that Sparkpaw has the same birthday as All Might from BNHA! XD
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axtraida · 5 years ago
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🐰🐥🐯 • • • • • #vminkook #vminkookfanart #art #fanart #fanarts #chimchim #kookie #bunnykookie #mochi #taetae #vkookmin #painting #love #creator #creatorandcreation #badthoughts #medicinetoyoursoul #btsfanart #bangtan #bangtangboys #bangtanseonyondan #kpopart #fanartkpop #방ㅌ나소년단 https://www.instagram.com/p/B0bchrFoGIo/?igshid=1bpoqht76azsa
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fuhrercharlie · 5 years ago
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Sketches feos y deformes presenta: Me and my enana #fuhrercharlie #raschellsteiner #creatorandcreation #mienanafavorita https://www.instagram.com/p/BzJWvo3gFTX/?igshid=dmf7tg7hs3m6
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hawk27577 · 8 years ago
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Mésangeai du Canada - Gray jay - Perisoreus canadensis
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Now, I've seen hands raised to the Lord When people heard that sacred chord, But you don't really care for church much, do you? It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth The minor fall, the major lift The faithful choir singing hallelujah
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah
My faith was strong but I needed proof Then I saw the bird and knew the truth That nature’s beauty pointed right back to ya Your glory is reflected there In mountain thrones and wooly bears Creation sings a subtle hallelujah
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah
Some people feel the holy ground Sense spirit in the little sounds, And know it’s something special when a heart thaws! There's a blaze of light in every word It doesn't matter which you heard The holy speaks in every hallelujah  
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah
Photo credit:  Mésangeai du Canada - Gray jay - Perisoreus canadensis by Maxime Legare Via Flickr: 
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zuri-zephyrus · 3 years ago
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#zephyrusrising #zephyruswrites #mypoeticlife #poeticlicence #poetrycommunity #mypoetry #poetrynotdead #deadpoetssociety #writing #storytelling #poeticjustice #poetsoftwitter #poetsofinstagram #poetsoftumbler #mypurpose #mypurposeforliving #whatismypurpose #hope #lightinthedarkness #warrioroflight #existentialcrisis #worthandpurpose #silverlining #creatureoflight #creatorandcreation https://www.instagram.com/p/CQ_5E0CBZnU/?utm_medium=tumblr
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bluecatcosplay · 6 years ago
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me off the the right in a dress i made myself based off the 50′style.
on the Left is my First Year Fashion Show outfit. The overall theme was a modern Africa, specifically Ndebele influences and the sub-theme i got put into asked us to mix that style with a more structured look. 
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hopeless-fox · 8 years ago
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The beautiful connection between creator and creature 🙏💞 #designerlife #animator #stopmotion #fox #kuzunoha #kitsune #personalshits #progress #wip #characterdesign #raposa #connection #creatorandcreation
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gfloering · 8 years ago
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This alien gurl is almost ready to live 👽🌿🌙 #alien #ooakdoll #artdoll #creatorandcreation
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pinatadesignstudio · 9 years ago
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Flash back, jigsaw lurking behind his skeleton creator #creatorandcreation #pinatadesignstudio #assembler #skeletonmaker #cardboardartist #jigsaw #saw #flashbaxz #Repost #artistatwork #handmade
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chirpycreations · 4 years ago
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Story This is, well... We're not exactly sure. We call him Star. (Hey come over here and say hi!) . . . You'll have to excuse him he's always pretty quiet and shy, even for a Sans alternative. Anyway, my name's Annabella, but you can call me Chantal. So Star appeared one day a few months back, with extensive memory loss (Some creators desperate attempt at a story that went horribly wrong, considering how I ended up finding him. Or at least that's one of our working theories). We; myself, Star, my sans & friends, haven't had much luck finding his AU, so if you recognise him or known any AU's with a similar style & missing a sans or have any information which could help then please let us know. Thanks! . . . Hehe...if only it were that simple. - - - - - - - - - - - -  Start - - - - - - - - - - - - TOSD series by me Undertale by Toby Fox
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chzzypoof · 10 years ago
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#tbt #CreatorAndCreation #MamiAndMe #Capricorns #MotherDaughterCombo
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chirpycreations · 5 years ago
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A teaser of Tales Of Stardust (TOSD), which will hopefully start in a month or so, but I’ll give a precise date nearer the time. 
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Tales Of Stardust by me
Top left picture by Vangold@deviantart
Key by Keywritewolf@deviantart 
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chirpycreations · 4 years ago
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One month after the incident, One month after his life was turned upside down, One chance to make it right.
Chapter 1: Start 
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DISCLAIMER: This story will NOT be my usual happy, bit of violence sorta thing. It will contain some mature themes and language. I don't mean Undertale genocide mature either. I mean abuse, manipulation, depression, low-self-esteem and possibly suicidal thoughts (I'll clarify this list as I work on the story). This isn't something I'd let my 12-year-old sister read so if you're under 14 I probably wouldn't recommend it.
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I've been excited to get this story going.
This one is directly related to the main TOSD arcs. How? Well you'll find out in time. I won't be comic-ing this one, instead I'll be writing it with a few illustrations. My plan for this series will be to release a chapter or two after the end of each chapter of the main Arcs. It's not a long story so this'll work well as filler between.
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