#but NONE of it is comprehencable

[datrbdumpster]

Dart if you gotta talk about your sona, consider this ask a free pass to do so, he looks like a snazzy guy ✨

Okay, as much as i love rambling about my OCs, sadly, there really isn't much for me to tell about them without revealing too much about irl me. We're actually barely different aside from some changes. So i guess i'll focus on those and some basic info.

Name: Dat Age: Unspecified Gender: None (any pronouns) ((For the sake of comprehencibility, i'm using "they" in this post)) Sexuality: Aroace

Appearance: Blonde wheat-coloured hair and extremely pale skin, usually wears a black vest with a white/black dress shirt underneath, dress pants and ankle-high boots that are designed to be akin to dress shoes.

Lacks their right wrist, and uses a prosthetic of their own making instead. The prosthetic has a matte finish and is coloured in various shades of metallic grey.

My sona's appearance is based on my irl appearance and is very close to it, with some minor adjustments, like hair length. (Yes i am the whitest boi to have ever boied, whatcha gonna do about it?)

The most interesting part is, perhaps, the prosthetic since, as you know, i have two fully functioning hands, so i will go a bit into it below the cut as i will raise some heavier topics there.

But yeah, since they're just me with a bit of alteration, there really isn't much i can tell, regardless of how much i would love to.

Now onto something... not as fun.

To me giving my sona a prosthetic just felt as the most fitting way to convey all the struggles i had to go through to get on the road to recovery and the feelings i felt throughout the process and eventual happines at "I now have a new hand. And i made it myself." But if you want more details, you can go below the cut and read it for yourself.

TW: SH

So... The reason my sona lacks their wrist is because they quite literally cut it off themself.

You see, i had to struggle with wrist pains for 5 years and there were many instances where i just wanted to get rid of my hand as a whole, to cut it off. I knew how painful it would be, but a short instance of a ton of pain felt better than this slow lingering pain that is always at the back of your head. I didn't do it. My sona did.

I ended up getting myself medical help and going through a surgery that restored my hand's full health, even if everyone around me was doubting me or just openly against it.

My sona, through a ton of struggles, ended up creading themself a new hand that worked just as fine as their old one.

We both got ourselves new hands and did so against all odds. In spite of everyone and everything.

This prosthetic is a reminder of my determination, pain, fear or unknown, anger, achivement and, last but certainly not least, happiness.