#cinna oc

[measlyscrapofseafood]

art comp for an au

(featuring @lycheefreeze’s oc zephyr, @perfectionpersonified’s clu and @whispering-woodlands’ rinzler)

[dickgraysonsbitch]

Hi! Just found your blog and it’s the best thing ever honestly. I was wondering if you could do a Jason Todd x reader where the reader deals with migraines and sensory overloads? If not that’s totally cool, have a nice day!

thank you so much for your ask!! this was actually my first request ever 😭 nonny you will go down in history 💖 a psa that while i do have mild sensory issues, i don’t have migraines, so any and all criticism is welcome!

warnings: pills/migraines | 1.2k words | dividers by @cafekitsune | requests open !

You fell onto the bed, tucking your knees in close to your chest. Fifty minutes. This goddamned headache had been the bane of your whole existence for fifty minutes, and you couldn’t even catch a bloody break. Every week, it would come back like clockwork, and while you had your routine (two advils, an eye mask, and soothing ocean noises all while sitting in a dark room with a singular, mildly-scented lavender candle with two out of three wicks lit) it didn’t change the fact that every minute that you lay there, the throbbing sensation around your head came back worse than before.

Grasping the tip of your nose, you tilted your head back in order to swallow the pills next to you. If you didn’t, you’d eventually gag on the water, and that wasn’t really a pretty sight to see. It was a miracle that you could even work as a hostess, especially on the graveyard shift, because it was taking every ounce of your willpower not to throw up at even the most tamest memories—a sleepy child with food flying out of their mouth, or a costumer shouting about how ‘insane’ you were when you had only gotten through your second advil of the day. It wasn’t enough, clearly, because if it had been, you wouldn’t be holed up in your dark room like a vampire with chronic pain.

One knock on your window jolts you from your ibuprofen-fueled haze. Two knocks. Three knocks—god, who doesn’t have patience in this stupid city? Not everyone can be a metahuman that travels at the speed of sound.

You open your window, head still pulsing, but all thoughts of another cup of mildly sweetened honey tea dissipates when the Red Hood smoothly slides into your living room/kitchen (it’s Gotham! Rent may be low, but you are poor as hell), removes his helmet, and shakes his head like a wet dog, the domino mask he was wearing underneath somehow not falling off. He shoots you a crooked grin before plopping himself on your couch, resting his legs on your coffee table.

“Shoes off,” you grumble. “And for the millionth time, I have a door for a reason. And I put food on that table, and I don’t want to see your nasty feet on it.” While other people might be a bit more reserved when talking to a Bowery drug lord, you had never given yourself the same boundaries. He’d crashed into your apartment when he was injured one night a few months ago, and since then, the Red Hood swore to one, pay off your window, and two, make sure you were safe. In his words, it was the best way to repay you for saving his life—even though you didn’t really do anything of the sort. Basic stitches that you learnt in high school, because that was what they taught when a vigilante could collapse in your house due to blood loss any minute in Gotham.

“Woah…” he raises his hands up in mock surrender, his eyes glinting with mirth. “What’s wrong? Rough shift?”

He can always tell, and you’ve decided to refrain against trying to lie to the only crime lord that you’ll likely ever be friend with, unless the Penguin unexpectedly decides to lumber up your fire escape. (Hood’s gotten you a spiked baseball bat for occasions like that, because you complained about any firearms). A pang of pain from you head. Mental note, put out the candle, no wicks. Darken the room even more, try and fail to go to sleep. You have your second job in the morning tomorrow. Mental note, take a melatonin if you can’t sleep, pack a few pills of ibuprofen and acetaminophen if you can’t get through your morning shift. It’s two AM right now, you could still get three hours of sleep if you—

A rough, calloused hand gently caresses your cheek, sending a tingling sensation down your jawline, all the way down to the base of your spine. Okay, woah. “Take a deep breath, baby.” Hood’s deep, gravelly voice shakes your from your stupor. Oh. You were slipping back into your anxiety induced panic attacks, and you hadn’t even noticed. You take one deep breath, but instead of feeling like you’re stuffing an oversized pillow into a kid sized cover, you’re at ease, letting fresh air flow into your lungs.

“How you doin’ tonight, huh baby? I saw your kitchen light on, thought I’d stop by.” Red Hood rubs a simple circle pattern into your back, letting you lean onto him.

“I bet…” you take a shallow breath. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”

A smile cracks through onto his face. “Nah, baby, just you. All the girls have nothing on you, baby. You want to tell me about your day?”

Maybe it was just his voice, but you were almost immediately more at ease than you wee moments ago. Red Hood would’ve had a great calling as a therapist, or even a guidance counselor, but you weren’t sure that he’d like it if you called him, arguably the most fearsome man in Gotham, a service worker. Men were weird that way.

“C-can you talk to me, Hood? I don’t know… you have a nice voice, I guess. Makes me feel safe.”

You could swear that you heard his voice crack before he cleared his throat. “Yeah, yeah, I can do that. So… I guess I didn’t do much today. Oh! This one sleaze-bag was trying to rob this eighth grader, and I’d never seen this old guy, okay? The kid, his name’s James, he immediately just swings his backpack at him. And I come in, this dude’s already gotten a broken nose…”

He keeps talking about the unexpected things that happened during his day, but your eyes are just trained on Hood. His sharp jaw, his toned arms, his hair and the decent-sized white streak that runs through it, his soft lips and the J scar that covered his left cheekbone, and you wondered what it would be like to know him without the mask on. Would he still be the same, sweet guy that you knew?

In a sudden moment of courage, you take Hood’s hand and squeeze it, your heart pounding nervously against your ribcage. “Thank you, Hood.” You whisper. “I don’t know… I don’t know what I would be done if you weren’t here. I’d probably be still having a killer headache right now.”

He smiles, something that you’ve been seeing him do a lot more often than he’s known for. Red Hood, vigilante, drug lord, crime boss? Nowhere to be seen. You try your hardest to gaze past the white lenses over his eyes, concealing his eye color.

“Jay,” he mutters softly, soft enough that if you hadn’t been sitting so close, you wouldn’t have been able to hear a word that he said. “Call me Jay.”

The head comes come back sometimes, but you usually tend to ignore the headaches after a dose of acetaminophen and a head massage from who might be the world’s best vigilante, Jay. You may not know his full name yet, but you know his heart, and under all that armor, under the Red Hood, is a man with a heart of gold.

please please please let me know if i got anything wrong so i can edit it!

[emiplayzmc]

...so I may have gone a tiny bit insane rewatching NBC's 'Hannibal,' and decided to redraw promo images for the show as fanart of Scrollon and Everette (made by Brightgoat and e40536, respectively) :)

The butterfly next to Scrollon is a Pink Rose, the one next to Everette is an Emerald Swallowtail, the shoulder bug is just a random cybernetic-looking bug, and the dragonfly is just supposed to be a generic red dragonfly.

(It wasn't intentional but like. Red Dragonfly = Red Dragon like the Hannibal book)

Based on these two promos respectively:

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Also wanted to draw Cinna here too, and found the perfect bit of dialogue between Hannibal and Alana Bloom in Season 3 :)

S: "...and if I were to escape in earnest, and come to kill you?"

C: "You'd do it the first chance you get, I assume."

S: "You died in my kitchen that night, Cinna. Every. Moment. Since. Is borrowed."

(Slightly altered dialogue, but it's from Season 3, Episode 13 of 'Hannibal.')

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Aaaand also drew Scrollon with bug features because of the whole 'Will sees Hannibal with shadowy deer features' thing, so why not have some shadowy bug features as how Everette may see him sometimes?

(alt text for the text next to the shadowy one)

^ This was actually made before the other three images lol.

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Scrollon (Pink Addison) and Cinnamon (Yellow Addison) belong to @brightgoat

Everette (Green Addison) belongs to @e40536

[cinna-rose]

Made another edit! Decided to make two versions of the same edit, but I’m posting the one with my oc, Leona, and might post the general one on my TikTok- (or make two different posts)

[namelesswhitemask]

A stupid (and sad...) thing I noticed during my playthrough

[puppyverse]

new playlist cover ft. cinna (he/it)

[hallucenati]

she likes bouuuuuys oooooh :3

[nerdstreak]

i really am just on an edit frenzy arent i? (ive got something original with these familials too, but i'll wait closer to halloween for that!)

well i got the sudden urge to put cinna in her rightful place with the family in some wedding photos from the sign! thought it would be a tighter fit but worked better than i thought!

[brightgoat]

Cinna abuse part 1

Audio from Hell's Kitchen

[princesslocket]

Donation Request for @cinna-rose from the @twst-charity drive ^^

[lemon-sugarcoats-nothing]

Darkstone Family dinner✨

[Mod Note: so sorry for the late continuation of the ongoing plot! Further explanation will be posted onto my personal blog, @may-bee-its-just-me but for now, on with the womp womp]

With the family growing concerned at Kodiak's uncharacteristic absence, the kids chatter amongst themselves. Luna and Kai exchange worried glances to each other, wondering if they should leave to find their father - Sadie sits in silence, overwhelmed by all the new sights and sounds, and worried for his papa.

Just as Kai opens his mouth to speak up, Kodiak busts through the dining hall doors, with Cinna following close behind.

"I had something important come up last minute-! We're here now haha- I brought a few ponies, I hope that's alright-"

Luna and Kai step closer to greet their father. Luna at seeing Cinna, lights up, and speaks up first. Kai, at the thought of having even more ponies join them for dinner, mini-panics but quickly regains composure.

Kai: You didn't message any of us, we were getting worried! Who's the other guest..?

Kodiak, still catching his breath from running, looks behind himself and notices that Sagi lagged behind.

"Oh he's...Well he's also family, just. Maybe not someone you'd expect to be..."

Sagi walks in at a leisurely pace, unsure of what to make of this whole situation. He stands before the rest of the Darkstones (and Kokoros), waiting for their approval or dismissal.

Kodiak: Everyone, this is Sagi...

Sadie, coming back to reality, lights up at seeing a new person to meet. He runs over and greets Sagi. [Night]Shade follows close to Sadie's side to bodygaurd, having heard stories of Sagi through the group grapevine.

Sadie: WOW!! your outfit is super cool!!

@ask-cinnavanillamelody

Credits:

All art featured in this post was drawn by myself, Mod Bee.

Cinna - Outfit and character belongs to Mocha from @ask-cinnavanillamelody

Kodiak - Outfit and character are from yours truly

Luna - Character belongs to Mocha from @ask-cinnavanillamelody, Outfit design was on me.

Kai - Character and outfit are mine, all MINE lol

Sagi - Character belongs to @ask-cinnavanillamelody but the outfit modifications were from yours truly.

Nightshade - Character and outfit are my fault

Sadi(e) - Character and outfit are frome mee

[cofiifii]

doodles

[helbram]

more misc apocalypse oc dump (featuring jin and the main party)

[adagiorii]

Doodle of BnuyEiko in that one Cinnamoroll x Miku collab hairstyle trend in MS Paint

Sorry for going missing I was just trying to survive life and my impending doom (assignment due this friday but not anymore now I guess)

[asktheartpone]

Inktober 23: Pumpkin

For this prompt, I went and found an orange pony, who just so happens to be @ask-cinnavanillamelody's Cinna, and gave them a cute little beanie and some vine accessories! Think they'll be able to hide in a pumpkin patch easily?

[cinna-rose]

Decided I’m gonna post my our life edits to my tumblr as well :)