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Stanley Parable Entry!
This is my entry for @springbon-t-art 's Stanley Parable event! I worked really hard on this ref so I hope you like it Spring!
DAY 3 - A plant themed edit of a character
character: Vinestaff from Phighting
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ayayaya!! i did this with the types of flowers i affiliate Vinestaff with, Lotuses and cherry blossoms!! :3
for @timmy-bee's 250 follower challenge!!
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damn bro it was a tie π
welp, time to make a new one that lasts longer
new mutual new mutual hihi!!!!
HIIII:333
third base is using each others first names
God I wish I could find someone that wants to actually be kidnapped so I could snatch them up, strip them of their old life, and use them however I want and do whatever I want and turn them into my ideal pet/plaything permanently. Bonus points if they struggle and fight for their life, I like it when they think they have a chance~
tangledwireβ:
( @lofikids // for mika. )
the sky is rosy, nice, pink. she loves pink. her hair is pink but she doesnβt remember dyeing it. maybe the rabbit did it, with his red eyes ever unblinking, ever judging. furry paws painting her hair a pretty pink, claiming her as one of his own. she dawns a dress with a peter pan collar, sky blue, the collar white. itβs short, cuts off at the top of her legs, she doesnβt bother pulling on safety shorts. she doesnβt mind if people see. doesnβt think anybody will. the world is spinning, anyhow. how can they see when the world is spinning and pink? surely they canβt. surely the world is spinning for them too. each step she takes is shaky, a stumble here, a bit of a tumble there. she blames it on her heeled boots, not the fact the world is pink and spinning. the clouds look like cotton candy, the sky like pink lemonade. oh that sounds good. that sounds so good, doesnβt it? we should get pink lemonade. yes, we should!Β
she continues this process, making her way through the spinning city streets with a smile on her face, even skipping at some point. she doesnβt know why. she sees many friends and foes alike. creatures staring at her from every nook and cranny available to them and her head screams. over and over again. she doesnβt want to. not now. sheβs busy.Β
kill. kill. kill. kill.Β
no, we canβt. we have things to do. her fingers itch, ache with the desire to rip them apart, laugh at their pain. she hates them, the little creatures, even her friends got on her nerves. they never left her alone. never! it was so rude! so despicable! she would kill them all.Β
kill. kill. kill. kill.
she comes to a sudden halt on the sidewalk when she sees a familiar figure, except the form sheβd come to dislike so much was adorned with a halo of pink. it didnβt suit her. much too pretty. much too pretty for a whore like her, indeed. whore? yes, whore. we donβt like whores, do we? no, not at all. whores donβt wear pink. itβs much too nice for them. aoi frowns. the city comes to a halt, as well. she moves her arms behind her back, gracefully skips ahead, makes sure to shoulder check the other on her way past and giggles, spinning on her heel dramatically to get a good look at her.Β
how ugly. how distasteful. she doesnβt deserve to wear pink. doesnβt deserve to live in this strawberry flavored world. perhaps she should have the lemon. yes, the lemons. the lemons suit someone like her. aoi grins.Β
βlong time no see!β she sing songs, behaving as though they were nothing more than good friends. she was good at that. pretending. some of her other friends peek out from the shadows around them. one looms over the smaller form and aoi grows excited, wondering if itβll act upon its urges to feast. though, without her connection to the other side, unfortunately the other would not lose her head. how sad. how miserably boring. βhow have you been? still a dirty dancer?β she giggles then, again, head tilting to the side, bubblegum hair falling over her shoulder.Β
sheβs still bathed in pink. pink the rabbit deserved. pink aoi deserved. not for her. not for a whore.
β ββ β β ββ β β ββ β β ββ β β ββ β β ββ β β ββ β β ββ β β ββ β β β β ββ β β ββ β β ββ β β β β βmika had been watching the opposites little theatrical approach from way back when she turned the street corner. her wobbly, hoppy steps weβre pretty hard to miss as she fumbled down towards the smaller female. thereβs no doubt about the panic that sits dormant within songbirdβs stomach whenever aoi is nearby, being good at reading people and figuring out their motive, mika read the pink individuals aura to be rather menacing & unsettling for someone of such playful outlook.Β Β β β Β ββ β β β β β β β yeah !! sure.Β β β β β β βΒ β ββ β β ββ β βshe didnβt want to be rude, she didnβt see much point in doing that as it only would either feed into that narrative of mika being some kind of devil in her little story. which she wasnβt. maybe in her OWN book sheβs considered to be that of a demonic entity, not physically but, emotionally. but not in aoiβs version. it was impossible for her to know any more than just the facade mika put on, especially considering only maybe three people know her for who she really is, which is the bastard aoi sought her to be.Β Β Β βΒ β
Β β β ββ β β ββ β β ββ β β ββ β β ββ β β ββ β β ββ β β ββ β β β β ββ β β ββ β β ββ β β β β ββ β β β β β β β dirty dancing ? is that what weβre calling it ?Β Β β β β β β β β ββ β β ββ β βher laughter is almost silent, obviously not entirely impressed with that little snarky comment. sheβd gotten used to people having opinions like that, calling her professionΒ βdirtyβ ... even those who attended her shows somehow left her feeling ultimately degraded & worthless through their choice of words. pain, whether physical or emotional, is temporary. she knows this. she ALSO knows that her job is an art form, dating back much longer than those who would dare speak of her skills in a negative way. so, it stung a little, but not enough to cause a scene.
β β β β ββ β β ββ β β ββ β β ββ β β ββ β β ββ β β ββ β β ββ β β β β ββ β β ββ eyebrows raise as she eyes up aoi from head to toe, sizing up exactly what she would be dealing with today. what substances did she take. her shaky exterior make it obvious that this was most probably going to end up in some kind of argument, or at least some kind of threat, however as much as mika could prevent that - she would. arms fold as optics find the females, a little glint in them as if to say, oh yeah, you really wanna go there ? a couple of seconds remain as they linger on her gaze, closing off with a shake of her head.
β β β β ββ β β ββ β β ββ β β ββ β β ββ β β ββ β β ββ β β ββ β β β β ββ β β ββΒ Β Β Β β β β β β β β β y-yeah i still do burlesque. what is it that you do again ? itβs slipped my mind !!Β β β β β β β ββ β β ββ β βher voice cracks as her sentence begins, nothing out of the ordinary, mikaβs mind is normally travelling a mile a minute. sometimes, not always, her brain simply just ... forgets to put words into the correct order. hence why her stutter can be so prominent. but only SHE knew that ...Β aoi wouldnβt know that. mike curses to herself as it happens, it showed nothing but weakness to those unaware. theres an obvious change in stature because of this mishap, she readjusts her posture, attempting to hide her discomfort with defensive arms across her chest.