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Send me random anons

reply to my posts

send me an ask

reblog me

talk to me

say hello

give me random love

“bother” me

So please stop thinking otherwise.

I drew @modcroissant kinsona with a Pic from Pinterest since they're drawing others !!

I worked so hard man 😭🙏

I'm alive... I finally turned in my AP. Now let's all manifest my 5 🙏

BEHOLD!!!

Oh and also I drew him in the same canvas as just sister so we can have:

>:3 /silly

AHHHHUU I LOVE THIS SM TBEY LOOMS SO GOOD TOGETHER LOSING MY SHIT ‼️‼️‼️

...must finish video for valentines day....

Glitter box runs my soul 🙏🙏

glitterbox doodles i made at like midnight last night

i have split hcs when it comes to glisten and his makeup - 1 is that he does it to look even more perfect, and 2 is that he's genuinely the most beautiful thing in the world, but covers up with makeup because he doesn't feel comfortable showing his actual face to anyone but his lover(s), the same way someone would wear clothes and also G★R★E★E★D★Y by pLasterbrain (?) is a banger and i thought of these losers to it so i drew em

Having my favorite character be Boxten is HELL sometimes.

It's hard to find Boxten-centered things or just people who draw him. This is such a non issue but MAN 😭😭😭

THANK YOU, I THOUGHT IT LOOKED BAD FOR A WHILE 😭🙏🙏

I drew @modcroissant kinsona with a Pic from Pinterest since they're drawing others !!

I worked so hard man 😭🙏

Finally making my ocs nice for the world...

Koko the Alleycat

– a feisty toon who teaches kids how to be themselves!

Next

We did it!!

Part one is up!! The ask blog will be up soon ^^

Routine

Summary: Boxten goes through the motions of what his everyday now looks now

Characters: Boxten, Tisha, Poppy, Looey, Shirmpo and Cosmo

> These are oneshots that are connected!!

| 07:00 AM

It's hazy.

The static fills his brain, making his vision blurry. All sensible thoughts seem out of touch and unimportant. The things on his desk become irrelevant for a few seconds. He's numb besides the warmth. He welcomed these seconds of unclarity and fuzzy–confusion. It was the only time when the stress of everything lightened.

Everything leaves as quickly as it arrives. This has been happening more frequently lately. He wouldn’t tell the other toons—everyone was busy. He was busy, too, as moving from the sidelines to the main stage was difficult as is.

Boxten lifts his head from the desk, unaware that he ever put it down. The papers were now sprawled over his desk. Everything from the research of the Ichor to the locations of the remaining five toons. He usually keeps these in organized piles due to his paranoia, but they recently found Finn. The familiar purple and blue walls surrounding him remind him he was in his room, which was where he also did his research work.

“Oh, right.” He mumbled to himself.

The lights turning on make him turn his head. Tisha stood at his door with a soft–and tired–smile.

“Hello, Boxten! You're awake; I wish you slept more,” Tisha greeted as she moved towards him. The music box hums as she takes the now empty cup.

“Yeah… I always had a problem with sleeping… um, have you seen anyone else yet?” He asks, watching Tisha come over to his desk.

“I have! Looey is up early, making breakfast for the toons like he always is, and Poppy believes she's found a lead on Astro.” Tisha informs, helping to reorganize his desk.

They reorganize his belongings. Papers are smoothly put into several piles of topics and categories. His pencils are sharpened and put back into his white mug, and his trash is emptied. Boxten gets up, adjusting his sweater. “Thank you Tisha… I'd be lost without your help.”

Tisha smiles, helping him out of his room. The blank and tattered walls of the old sleeping wing greet him as he walks to the kitchen. Looey’s careful with the knife as he cuts the fruits into bowls for the toons in recovery.

“Ah, hello, Boxten, Tisha, good morning!” Looey smiles, labeling the bowls. The balloon toon smiles, handing Tisha a smaller bowl with her favorites. Boxten wasn't a breakfast person, but Looey still gave him a plate of apple slices.

“Thank you!” Tisha hums as she grabs a fork from the drawer. Her bowl was filled with cuts of pineapple, grape, and cantaloupe.

“Oh! You didn't have to…” Boxten mutters. However, Looey is already waving him off.

“I wanted to.” Looey firmly spoke. He was a very determined toon–stubborn is what Teagan called him. It didn't matter what others thought he would do what he believed in.

Looey sat across from Tisha, eating his bowl of fruit, which consisted only of apple slices and pineapple.

Boxten nods, eating the few apple slices he was given. The silence was a comfortable one while they ate. Soon, their dishes were washed by Tisha, and Boxten helped Looey load up the dish dolly.

“I'll… I'll take this to Cosmo,” Boxten tells Looey, who nods and pushes the dolly toward the sleeping quarter's room. Tisha waves them goodbye, beginning her daily rounds with Looey.

Boxten gets lost in thought, letting his body find the enclosed medicine room on autopilot. The toon swipes the card, allowing the door to open with a swish.

He's quiet like Cosmo likes due to the toon's high anxiety about everything since the Inchor incident. Speaking of Cosmo, he's bandaging his arm. The wrapping is slow as his eyes meet Boxten's.

It's an uncomfortable silence before Cosmo breaks it.

“Razzle and Dazzle,” Comso speaks up, gesturing to the bandages on his arm—one of many Cosmo has. He continues, “It's fine! I gave them the vaccine. However, the recovery process will be difficult since they were…” Cosmo stops, letting out a tired sigh. He's trying to hold back his tears.

“Ah…Cosmo,” Boxtens whispers, placing his bowl down. He hugs the smaller toon, letting him cry into his shoulder. It's a quiet cry, but Cosmo is shaking so much that the stress wafts off him.

Cosmo pulls back after a while, wiping his face. Boxten gently takes his arm, the deep hue of his blood uncleaned and bandaged poorly. Silently, he cleans the wound. Dabbing the soft cotton, then rewrapping his arm.

“...thank you,” Cosmo speaks up, his voice raspy.

“Of course… we're here for each other after all.”

Cosmo nods, turning to Boxten with a forced smile. His tired eyes speak louder than his words.

“I can handle this. They need us.”

Boxten can only agree silently. They couldn't break down under the pressure. They had to fix things. To help their friends. They'd do the same. It was so hard, but they were making progress with the stage three Twisteds so they couldn't crack just yet.

Cosmo left his breakfast untouched.

-

| 10:00 AM

Boxten holds his clipboard and walks to P–ZONE or the preferred rooms. This zone had stage three Twisteds. He usually let them roam the whole area as they were friendly and passive. Some were further along in recovery than others, but it was nice to come here.

He swipes his card, letting the staff-only doors open as he steps in. He slips through the small hallways, emerging from the other side. He guesses he was loud as familiar red and blue hands wrapped around his chest and pulled.

He softly collides with Goob's chest. The toon smiles brightly as he speaks, “Boxten! Are you here to check on us?”

Boxten chuckles, hugging the taller toon, “I am. I heard you gave Looey a hard time leaving.”

Goob looks away with a guilty smile.

“I did, but you guys have looked so tired lately! I cuddled him to sleep, and he was a bit upset afterward, but it was worth it!” Goob said unapologetically as he shared his warmth with the music box.

Boxtens pulls away slowly from the hug, his thumb grabbing his face to examine his eyes. “Your eyes are getting better.”

“They feel better, too!”

Boxten smiles as he pulls out his clipboard and a small flashlight.

“Okay, ready for your daily round?” Boxtens hums as Goob nods from the couch. Boxten turns the tiny flashlight on, moving it slowly from left to right. He watches as he focuses and follows his lead.

“Good…” Boxten mutters, writing down the progress. He pockets the flashlight before looking at the questions.

“What's your full name?”

“Goob Fluffy Craft”

“Who's your sister?”

“Scraps Paper Craft!”

The questions were simple but enough to challenge his memory. Boxten nods with a smile as he puts the board down.

“All done!” Boxten is interrupted as Goob hugs him again.

Scarps skips in as she kisses Goob’s forehead. This is why he worked so hard to help his friends recover so they can become themselves again. They'd all be alright soon.

“Alright, let's get to work.”

It's a slow process. Questions to check their memory, tests to check their mobility, and if the therapy Looey has been doing is helping. He packs up his tools when a gentle hand touches his shoulder.

“Ah… Teagan?” Boxten mumbles as he looks up at the older, taller toon.

She smiles as she hands him a pack of herbal tea–she remembered.

“Drink this before bed. You need it, sweetie,” She spoke softly.

“Thank you, I will,” He promised.

She was so sweet to him. He embraces her for a quick second. He'd keep his promise.

-

| 12:00 PM

He was currently on his way to the med bay where most stage two Twisteds resided. He promised Cosmo he'd do this today so the pastry toon could actually rest. He remembers the bandaids as he slips into the zone.

He greets Toodles first, “Toodles? Hello–”

Toodles finds him, her teeth biting into the skin of his forearm. He hisses as he pries her off, placing her down on the bed. The pounding of his arm and hiss of blood reminded him that he had more work to do.

“Hey… I found your plushie.” He paused as he pulled out the soft plush. Her tiny hands grab at the toy quickly as she calms down. He sighs in relief as he unwraps her bandages to place the new ones.

Toodles is silent as she hugs her long-lost toy. Her memory was hazy, but her love for it was not.

“All done; you can lay down now.”

She nodded as she laid her head on her pillow, clutching her plushie tightly. Her reddish eyes closed, welcoming sleep. As soon as he saw her fall asleep, Boxten quickly and quietly stepped out of the room, checking one item off his list.

Today was going to be extended. He walked down the hallway, flipping to the next page while bandaging his arm.

-

| 03:00 PM

Boxten chews on a protein bar as he stares at the computer. His head was beginning to spin as he looked at his current project.

Shrimpo breaks down a crate of canned goods. His hands jotted down numbers.

“Did Dandy come by?” Boxten spoke up after a while.

“UGH! Of course not! I hate how he just left it here!” Shirmpo complained as he threw the wood away. Boxten nods, letting his eyes look down at the bolts and scrap metal in front of him.

“Do you wonder what's out there?” Boxten asked again.

There are a few beats of silence.

“I don't know. I HATE being stuck in here. I hate how Dandy tells us nothing. I know he's helping us, but I hate how he just disappears.” Shrimpo snaps, folding his arms.

“Yeah… I agree”

Shrimpo pauses, letting his arms fall to his sides.

“Wait, really?” Shrimpo asks, surprised.

“Yeah. It's hard… this job, I mean… everything is overwhelming, and then we are still learning as we go… it sucks, and I want Dandy to tally to us more,” Boxten explained, placing his half-baked project into a box. He should do something more productive.

“It sucks! I hate working this hard!” Shrimpo chided, turning back to the crates.

Boxten nods.

“I hate this.”

Boxten did, too.

-

| 07:00 PM

They sit in the lounge, and the floor plans and statics sit on papers in front of the three.

“I think there's a pattern to this,” Poppy muttered as she took a sip of her pop. Tisha had been by to makinsure they were alr,ight before going to do medication rounds.

“I hate this! The main Twisteds are nowhere to be seen. The last three expeditions have been useless!” Shrimpo groans as Poppy nods.

Going to do capsules for some reason kept the building alive and running. Due to that, they were constantly below the old Gardenview floors.

“I don't know! I think if we get to Astro's room, then we may have a chance at finding him.” Poppy adds.

Boxten nods, speaking “We could try it”

Shrimpo rolls his eyes, “Yeah, if we get the approval from Dandy.”

Poppy looks at Shrimpo with a tired sigh.

“I went down there today but we can't go get Astro unless we ask Dandy first.”

Boxten circles Dandy's name. He'll make a note to bring it up with the main who was also their manager. He knew Gardenview best so it made sense that he should run things.

He had their best interest at heart.

“Until then, we'll continue to keep the power running and the daily rounds” Boxten piped up, to which Poppy nodded to.

They would try if Dandy knew. After all, the main Twisteds were different. They were bigger and more dangerous.

They needed to wait to act.

“I'll go do final rounds. Try to get rest… the both of you” Boxten tells them which ends the meeting. Poppy's new bandaged leg reminds Boxtens of the work she puts in. Shrimpo looked away, but his sunken eyes were enough to tell how hard he was working.

Waiting was the scary part.

-

| 11:00 PM

Boxten finished updating the paperwork and dropped it off at Cosmo's office and bedroom.

"Have a good night," he bid the hardworking toon, who smiled back in response.

Boxten headed back to his own room, stifling a yawn. His hands found his pockets, and he pulled out the herbal tea that Teagan gave him.

He should make himself some tea.

He found himself in the kitchen, making tea quietly to avoid disturbing anyone. With his steaming mug in hand, he made his way back to his room.

Boxten sinks into his plush purple chair, enjoying the warmth of his herbal tea as he works. He places the empty cup by his computer, adding notes to his research.

The drowsiness slowly creeps into the back of his mind, blurring his focus on the paperwork. He tries to resist the pull of sleep, but his once-sure hand grows wobbly, and the words on the page begin to swim before his eyes.

A yawn escapes his lips as he struggles to hold the pencil. He forgets the paperwork, getting up from his desk.

He can feel his eyelids growing heavy.

Yeah, he'd use the bed today.