CultClowns

see what it looks like from the

outside too actually

Love you.

If I remember correctly; yes.

The art used to create the original Majora persona was taken from Phobia, then colored and lined by another victim of Majora's without consent.

Twas a design for a little, even worse cuz I did care for the little, till learning it was most definitely a front to get sympathy and art from me. I designed almost everything but the clothes pattern.

Proof and information are here and I have screenshoted it incase they try to have it taken down

SO I MADE A GORDON FREEMAN FLELE and as usual I overcomplicated the heck out of it (see also: Duster shimeji). He has a lot of idles and you would not believe the work that went into his arm movement while singing, and also you can pet him and get him flustered which I assume is the real selling point here. Here are some more details.

Gordon Freeman FLELE shell Updated 1.dic file with English translation and specialized dialogue

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FLELEs are little desktop dudes that hang out on your computer and sing songs and stuff. Here’s a vid of one in action and here’s a tutorial on how to use/get them! For a quick version -

1. Go here, download the Miku pack as listed, unzip it somewhere. 2. Run the SSP.exe file, Miku should pop up. 3. Drag and drop the Gordon shell zip file on her face and it should swap to him. Bam! Done.

I also updated my English FLELE patch with some bonuses and extras, so you may want to replace your 1.dic with the 1.dic file listed above. Directions for how to replace 1.dic are here! You don’t have to though, he’ll work fine without it.

But if all that sounds too complicated, there is another option!

– Gordon FLELE complete with SSP and translation –

Just download this and unzip it somewhere, run ssp and all that’ll be done for you!

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FINALLY I’ve been wanting to do this for /years/ and never trusted myself, I really don’t think you understand how beautiful I think he is as a bride. Even a fake one. Inspired by Zarla’s perfect comic about President George Sears and his ‘wife’, after they decided he wasn’t family man enough to win the election. In the comic the wedding photos are totally shopped by The Patriots, but I like the idea that they were staged then photoshopped to perfection. The wedding comic strip: http://zarla.deviantart.com/art/You-are-cordially-invited-137076804

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“Are you ready yet?” came the terse and irritable voice from behind him.

Ocelot took a moment to study the seams on his gloves as he answered, not turning, “You know it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding.”

“Tell me you’re not going to keep up this pretence all day?”

He composed his expression into one of self depreciating humour and finally turned, “Do I look like a fool?”

George dragged his teeth over his lip as he inspected his ‘bride’, then, brushing down his tux he approached and reached out to toy with Ocelot’s hair.

Ocelot refused to shy away though he hated being pawed at. George undid the delicate tie and pushed Ocelot’s hair back over his shoulder, it flowed like fine silk. Ocelot had always taken care of his hair but this was Patriot level professional care, it would wear off soon enough, and the flutter of his eyelids betrayed his pleasure at the smooth sensation.

“You prefer me with my hair down?” he murmured without considering his words quite as carefully as he might.

“I don’t ‘prefer’ you one way or another. But that scar across your back is unpleasant and clashes with your… Outfit.”

“Oh.”

“What’s it from anyway?” George asked as he took a step back, Ocelot made sure to turn his back at the same time, so that the presidential candidate was left staring at the back of his head.

“I don’t remember. Too long ago.”

“Huh.” Ocelot listened to him walk away, “Hurry up, we’ve not got all day to spend waiting on you to finish primping.”

The door closed and Ocelot felt his throat tighten and struggled to repress it. The memory of dry earth and dust filled his nostrils for a moment, the searing pain across his back. He turned, hoping to see blue eyes staring down the length of a gun at him from the other side of the ravine, just for a moment, before the hornets came… But there was just the door, closed, and on the other side the man who wasn’t John. He ran a hand over his hair.