These Will Be Times That I Won't Miss

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Francis Minoza and Laurence Minoza are two brothers who make up the design team Nicebleed. Hailing from Cebu City, Philippines, they began creating back in 2008 and haven’t looked back.

It was a pretty interesting first day for me as a toon, the tour being an experience I hold close to my inflated heart. A few days later, I got to move into my room, in the back of a giant circus tent tailor made for me. It was spacious, every inch made for me to have room to do things. The bed was massive, made for relaxation with an entire walk in closet, filled with clothing of various hues and patterns. Apparently, I was designed and designated to be a performer, to entertain and clown around with those who came to the tent whenever visitors came to Gardenview. I got pretty good before my first show, using the large space that I was given to its fullest to practice. After that show, I was shown to the kitchen to get a meal as opposed to having it delivered. And that, of course, was the day I met the chef of Gardenview, the toon that prepares the meals that everyone eats with a spark for baking with his best friend; Sprout.

I enter the kitchen, being directed forward by Deliliah herself, then left to my own devices on what to do, and how to get back. She says that she’s very busy, and can’t hold my hand forever, which I get. I'm a bit… nervous, with all the eyes on me, being the new toon and all, but I managed to get through my performance, so how bad could this be? I mostly just ignore the other toons, keeping my eyes on the floor to avoid staring anyone down until I get to the counter. I look up, seeing the eyes of the chef meeting mine. He’s tall, his leafy hair covering part of his face. I can feel a pit forming in my stomach, a light blush forming on my cheeks. He seems to notice, laughing softly behind his hand. I quickly shift, catching my now-wagging tail between my legs to stop it from becoming obvious. He leans against his side of the counter, cocking an eyebrow with a kind smile. “What’s your name, new guy?” he asks, my heart skipping a beat at his voice. I stumble over my words a bit, choking out the words “L-Looey.”

He seems to think for a moment, his smile widening slightly as he hears my name. “Nice to meet you, Looey! My name’s Sprout, the chef of this here fine facility! What can I get you?” My mouth goes completely dry, my gaze immediately going up to the menu to avoid passing out. I quickly belt out a basic order of a hotdog, some fries, and a cookie. He gives me another soft smile, handing me a slip of paper with a number on it, then he tells me to sit down and wait for my number to be called. I follow his orders immediately, anxiously staring at my number while sitting down. Looking up, I notice someone glaring at me, like I’d spat in their face and called them a mean name, but I didn’t do anything. At least, I don’t think I did anything wrong… Someone sits down beside me, a papercraft cat whom I was introduced to formally during my tour, Scraps; one of the craft siblings. I didn't notice at first, but once she got my attention, I nearly jumped out of my seat from how startled I was. She laughs it off chuckling at the sight of a balloon animal almost popping himself at a surprise. “Don’t worry, Loo, It’s just me.” She said with a decent amount of amusement in her voice. I didn't respond, still reeling from the jolt of fear, even though I knew that I wasn’t in any kind of danger. She looks between me, and the person who was staring at me, quickly realizing what was happening. “That’s Shrimpo, he’s… like that. Just avoid him, and you’ll probably be fine.” Scraps says, patting my shoulder slightly to ease my heaving. Eventually, I calm down, just in time to hear the words “Number 24!” leave someone’s mouth. I quickly stand, scurrying over to the counter where I expect Sprout, but no, it's someone else. A chocolate log wearing a sweater, rainbow stockings, and a flour-covered apron. He hands me my order, a basic hotdog and fries with a cookie, and walks back into the kitchen to continue his work. I slink back to my seat, Scraps no longer there, instead moving to get in line herself. My mind wanders as I eat, about Sprout. Why did I react like that? He must think I'm weird.

I really need to post here more

I completely forgot I had tumblr

Ill post like— all my art I haven’t

And it’s a lot

Looey they could never make me hate u 💔

i don't think ive ever posted those here before gyeuuulppp!!!

+ my designs (cosmo wanted to be included)

balloons are kinda fun to render idk...