#Oringinal work

[bunbunbon02]

Hello everyone! After some convincing, and help from friends I decided I should start sharing with you all a project I've been working on ^-^ Some things to know before getting into the story : - This will be a multi part story -Please read trigger warnings before reading -feel free to give me feedback and ideas ! Word Count : 1,605 TW: talks of ed  ｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡ pt 1. Can you keep a secret ? Life as a teenager shouldn't be that difficult, right? Just kids going to school, hanging out with their friends, or even attending parties with their peers. Kids these days have it easier than what their parents had to deal with, at least that's what almost every parent says in an argument when their kids are being brats; or if they are being disrespectful. The Rivers were what many people in the city of Phoenix considered a perfect family. Kyle River was the man of the house after marrying Melanie Johnson. He decided to follow in his Father's Footsteps by becoming a well-known lawyer for winning any case brought to him. He always gave off the appearance of being a family man just by the way he would act around kids. Always made children's smile, and laugh everywhere he went. This caught the eye of a waitress at a local Diner after witnessing Kyle help a single dad calm a saddened baby, but little did she know he's been having a small crush on her so during his last year of Law School he decided to spend most of his nights getting to know the waitress. Melanie Johnson was just a simple girl, but she can never afford to attend college to achieve her dreams. She had spent the majority of her teenage years working part-time jobs to make ends meet; but after meeting Kyle she didn't have to worry any longer about where she would get her next meal. After some time the two of them got married, and decided to start a small family. After their baby was born Melanie became a stay-at-home mom but once their child became more independent Kyle was able to get Melanie a job at the law firm he worked at as a receptionist.The couple spent hours trying to come up with a name for their baby girl, until Melanie decided to name her baby after one of her favorite trees, Aspen. Aspen trees are known to be graceful along with their delicate leaves that shake when the wind would blow. while always looking beautiful all year round. As their daughter grew up, she started to look more like her mother mostly through physical appearance with her thick, light, auburn hair, crystal blue eyes, and freckles that spotted her face.

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ Aspen reached over to turn her alarm off, and groaned that she had to once again wake up and go back to hell, also known as high school. She honestly did not want to get up, but when she read the time she knew if she didn’t get up now she would be late. So, after a few pep talks to convince herself to finally leave the comfort of her bed, she got up and dragged herself to her closet to find some clothes for the day. Her wardrobe was mostly earthy tones and muted colored sweaters and jeans ranging from skinny to boyfriend styles. Today she just went with a beige pullover, and baggy mom jeans that she would roll the bottom of the pants leg to come up to her ankles while pairing it with a pair of worn out black converse. After changing, she walked over to her full body mirror so that she could brush her hair,grunting every now and then  when the brush would catch on a knot. She sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror seeing how frizzy her hair was, and not liking how it looked when it wasn’t pulled up into an updo of some kind; so she decided to put it up into a messy bun. She wasn’t one to care for looks, but she always thought if she was comfortable, why bother changing ? Well, it was the excuse she would always use, but she knew the real reason behind wanting to wear the clothes she did on a daily basis. Once she was dressed, she grabbed her backpack that always felt like it had boulders in it from all the books she had to carry around for classes, she then started heading to the front door. As soon as her hand reached for the handle she heard a familiar voice from behind her. “Aren’t you going to eat something before you hightail it out of here for the day ?” It was her dad, honestly she thought she waited long enough for both of her parents to be out of the house. She spent weeks learning what time her parents went to bed or left the house for work so she wouldn’t have to see them until she got home from school. “I’m running late dad. Margo is sick and can’t pick me up, so I kinda have to…you know” Aspen was lying, she always walked to school. She was able to get her hand on the handle and turn it before her dad voiced his plan to make her stay longer in the house. “I’ll take you to school. Now come on, sit, have breakfast.”

Her dad was being overly nice this morning. What is he up to ? she thought. She had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. He was never this nice unless he wanted something, and all she wanted to do was bolt straight out the door, but she tried to ignore that feeling, but she couldn’t bring herself to let her guard down. Her dad went back to the kitchen to grab a small, porcelain  plate that had a couple strips of bacon and possibly two eggs, and placed the white plate on the table. Aspen looked at where her dad placed it and anxious thoughts started forming in her head again. She always had the feeling that her dad might know about her daily eating habits that just mostly consist of coffee,gum, and sometimes tea, but she hated the idea of food. It just constantly made her feel guilty every single time she accidentally ate too much, or constantly had the fear of losing control,but she had more reasons to not want to be around her dad.She took a deep breath in and exhaled before she answered her dad.

"I- okay…”

She didn’t want to  say anything. She just wanted to  walk out of the door, but she was more worried about what would happen if she went against her dad more than she already did. Would he tell her mom ? Would he get angry ? Question after question roamed her mind as she made her way to the table and sat in the chair that was by the plate that was placed down. The smell of the eggs flooded her nostrils, and already she felt sick to her stomach and wanted to just run away; but she just tried to not breathe through her nose. Maybe then she could at least try to make her dad happy. Her dad handed her a fork, and she tried to avoid touching her dad’s hand; but he had made it impossible to do so because when she grabbed the fork one of her fingers had brushed across his skin. She could see that he looked down at her when he felt her icy hand touch his, and that’s how he knew she wasn’t getting any better. She never once made eye contact with him because of the underlying fear that she felt that if she did look up at him he would take it as a sign that she was trying to stand up for herself, and she honestly did not want that to happen and risk a fight before school.

She looked down at her plate just using the fork to pick at the fluffy eggs that were to the left. She tensed up when she heard the chair from the other side of the table being scooted out. It was just  her father moving the chair so he  could sit down with his plate of food. She would glance up for a moment before her gaze went back to look at the food on the table. Almost anyone that would walk into the room could feel the tension that was in the air between Aspen and her father. The entire time she was at the table, she was trying to see if there would be an opportunity to just ditch the food, and just dart out through the door; but unfortunately it just felt like her dad could read her mind, and he wasn’t going to let her leave the table anytime soon.

“You could at least act like I'm a decent cook ya know.”

Her dad broke the silence between the two with his statement. Aspen didn’t honestly care if the food was good or not. She just didn’t want to be in this house any longer. Before Aspen responded to her dad she had two thoughts in mind. Either she was going to just ignore her dad’s stupid comment, or she was just going to put up a mask; and act like she actually tolerates him. She knew what the right response was, but she honestly wanted to just speak up and say something. 

“It’s not that I’m just…not hungry” She spoke quietly. She wasn’t even at school, but she already felt anxious about every little thing. After she said that she could hear the metal fork hit the porcelain white plate that caused her flinch; and that’s when she knew she shouldn’t have said that. All she thought about was how the hell was she going to get out of this situation.

[taxonomicons]

Summer themed bat boy ☀️🦇

[n-s-never-mind]

魔术师

The magician

oc commissions

-please do not use thanks-

🎩

[catamations]

More art! A unplanned very teal and mint set lol- can you tell it’s my favorite color? XD

[veevee-the-artist]

Hmmm...

[peony-flowerking7]

my own oc

TO SHARE MY OCS FINALLY and here's some profile of it although I change the colors a bit so the upper one is like a small upgrade to it. Let me introduce you to Pwyll, Xian, and Anacaona. They are redesigns from ocs that I use have to back then their character design and names change all except Xian. Xian design did change but not his name. Uhh background information:

Pwyll a young scrappy adventure wanting to prove himself in the world. A chaotic nature boy who would jump at the heat of danger instead of looking at the signs. He has learn the art of escaping and is a bookworm but won't admit and says reading is for nerds. He's smart but he just doesn't show it, he's the type to lead with the heart than the mind. His favorite things are mysteries libraries full of secrets, adventure, treasure and in his old design he use to be a pirate so the treasure hunting is still in his nature and I'm not giving that up.

Anacaona the oldest of the bunch with more responsibilities than a God. She keeps her two brothers in check especially Pwyll, but she's the worry of the bunch and the protector. She loves cakes btw huge fan on them and is like the only one with common sense. In her oldest oldest design she was a bnha oc but later revamp her into a queen then to a hunter and basically she had a lot of things going on. Her name use to be Tenshi but I changed into Anacaona since it's Aztec for golden flower. She's not a fan of adventure and prefers to live a more comfortable life than one where danger is in the way. Other than that she's chill...until she's not. She's very intelligent in weapon making, camping, basically a survivalist in the wild.

Xian, I didn't change his name I was going to make him blasian but I scrapped the idea and now's he's a mixed between Hispanic and Asian. Xian in my oldest design was not going to be Pwyll and Anacaona's brother he was going to be a villain with many issues going on his head. Later on I made Xian, Pwyll and Anacaona siblings and scrapped James who use to be their sibling but not anymore. Now Aisling/James is a God. Personality wise well he's sleezy he has his way with people and can talk his way out of a box unlike his other two siblings, he's the middle child and he also has common sense but his common sense isn't the avoid of danger at all cause but more in let's think about how we're going in instead of busting down it all. He and Pwyll have rivalry going on and he also likes to mess with people if given the chance.

Oh and one more thing Tenshi is the oldest oc I have, so it's only natural for her to be the oldest sibling, Xian use to be a reference of another oc but I actually scrapped the idea and decided to separate them and then there's Pwyll his name used to be Sato but I decided to change the name. Both except Xian are bnha oc but not anymore.

[merrindon]

Digital practice with friends and mine OC!! I’ve customed a new brush and fought it.

[ourteyeseen]

Another original character for art fight

Really proud of this one

[gl1tch-m4st3rm1nd]

✨Todays my b-day!!!✨🎉

Happy birthday me!

[spooky-draws-stuff]

wanted to draw something cute. Still coloring the lineart.

Also my shading is too realistic so I'll have to figure out how to shade for my cartoon artstyle.

@n-anon @kalebsocs

[averageartistamber]

Just uploaded a new video to my youtube channel. It's a basic overview of this year's projects that I've been on about, including the intros.

[n-s-never-mind]

破了的口子像吐泡泡的鱼，连最后一口心气也要挤出去，直到干干瘪瘪，堆作一团，散着线

Teddy bear

oc commissions

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🧸

[the--abditory]

🎀 beautifully broken 🎀

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[91vaults-art]

My best approximation of a Rolling Thunder arcade cabinet

[random-thoughts-from-ghostly]

2H

I'm going to put ideas for my books here, I guess? They don't have title or anything but the number [2] is the book and the letter [H] is the idea for that book. Idk that's just how my head works lol. Anywaaaysss, this is 2H I guess? [idk how to format on here so you guys get this]

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The first time Tomy heard Randy's deadname and recognized it his deadname an overwhelming amount of sadness overtook him. It started in 3rd period of sophomore year, Randy had to correct the teacher on his name more than what was necessary. This continued to happen throughout all the classes they had together and probably in the ones they didn't have together too. 

“Uh, it’s Randy, please, sir.”

“Hm. Sure.”

The other students gave him strange looks when he corrected anyone. Randy eventually stopped correcting them. Though I could see that every time someone said or called him that name, he would flinch and slouch just a little bit more. He would always try and make an effort of correction but everytime he was shot down. 

At the end of the day, Randy would barely talk even when needed. It was all because those stupid teachers and kids were not listening. 

7th period, the last class of the day.

“Uhm, ma’am? It’s Randy, please.” She ignored him and continued calling him that. Randy put his head down on his desk, embarrassed 

“Excuse me?” 

“What, Mr. Gold?”

“He said that his name is Randy so would you, please, and I mean this as respectfully as possible, fucking call him by his name that he keeps telling you.”

“Mr. Gold!”

“Tomy!” 

“Mr. Gold! Go to the office!” As I left, I looked at Randy, grinned and winked at him. He stared at me in confusion and I could feel all eyes on me as I turned back and walked out of the room. Good.

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Let me know if you have any questions about my characters or anything! I love talking about them because i am very neuro-divergent

[honeyonthemind]

to be a swan𓆸

words: 138

character(s): original male

genre: thriller

sum: an angel who wants to be a swan

⚠: blood and violence

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Red bottom shoes to his back. Pressing down trying to keep him still. It works so far. The grip on his onyx wings may sting a bit.

Pain is temporary. Lust is everlasting.

He has lost his way. Run this maze of a thousand turns. Picked apart for his pretty things.

Oh, how much fun I bring!

This mortal is strong. Making crimson blood drip from his scapulars. He is dead to their cynical laughter. Unfazed by their rotten words. He has lived long enough with his wings. To part from them will be easy.

To part with the crystals hugging his neck would prove death is a more suitable treat. The white swan is who he dreams to be. For that to come true. This mortal better rip these old wings soon. Hes' got places to be.