#didn't bother drawing will when he looks like a person in this doodle set. but robot will prefers to wear suits n maybe ties

[springlock-suits]

Trying to figure out designs for funtime William!

What I want and what SL design conventions allow are two very different things bdksndks

I'm having a funtime with it though

[beacedocrime]

Art of the characters from @basilthesnakingthing 's Monstrous Children AU. Check it out!

Close ups and explanations of my thought process for some of my decisions under the cut

First of all, Victor Frankenstein. His physical descriptions are sparse, except for how ill he looks. I tried to give him a slightly sickly looking skin tone, but skin in general isn't my forte, so I'm not sure how much I succeeded. Other than that, I always imagined him with black hair and green eyes, and as having somewhat sharp features.

For the colours, idk, I just thought purple would look on him. I wanted the vest to have simple gold detailing on the lapels, but the watercolour wasn't really obvious, and I couldn't be bothered to search for my pencils. He's never described as wearing glasses as far as I'm aware, but I liked how he looked with them better.

After inking him, I could tell there was something I didn't like about his face, but I couldn't pinpoint why. Later, I realized his eyes weren't spaced correctly. I made a quick little sketch to correct this.

Basil said the gravedigger guy was gonna be inspired by some other classics character, but she hadn't given an example and I didn't have any ideas so I decided to make him as generic as possible. I thought he'd look funny among all these fancily dressed children.

When I drew these, I hadn't been told that in this au Jekyll and Hyde would be their first names, so I drew Victor calling out to 'Henry' with Jekyll in mind. However, since this isn't possible in this universe... thoughts on Henry Clerval 👀?

Jekyll! Drew him slightly sleep deprived and did not make good decisions about that vest. Fixed it later. Like Victor, not a lot of physical descriptions, so mostly going off of how I imagined him- brown hair and brown eyes, softer features.

Debated a bit on the colour scheme, before deciding mellow browns and yellows would be a good fit. Don't know why his sleeves are rolled up other than I thought it looked nice.

Not much else to say about his appearance, I was fairly satisfied with him (other than the vest). Though his jawline came out a bit uneven, and the shape of his pants look weird (I was not inking this on a table like a normal person and he slightly suffered for it)

Basil mentioned once that this version of him and Hyde also have the talking in the mirror thing, so I made a small doodle of that.

Hyde! With a quick bonus Dracula.

So, just to say this quickly, I did not think at all about Dracula's clothes, it was just a quick sketch cause I really wanted to draw this scene. Also his proportions are weird, and his skin not pale enough.

Hyde! Similarly to Victor, I did not like something about his face in the first inked version, so I fixed it in a quick sketch. This time it was his chin. His face felt too long, and I wanted it to be rounder.

Like the other two, Hyde doesn't have a confirmed hair and eye colour as far as I'm aware. His descriptions are along the lines of 'pale and short with bad vibes'. I imagined him with reddish brown hair, and the same colour for eyes.

I didn't mean his vest to be pretty much the same colour as his hair, but it happened, and I like it, so. I made his vest the same kind as Jekyll's, just on the other side. He doesn't have a necktie because things around my neck give me sensory issues, and I'm projecting. His button-up is pink because, like many other design choices, I thought it would look cool.

The sharp teeth were one design choice that the creator of the AU wanted him to have.

Other stuff- they all have coats/jackets (not sure which one is the correct term) that I haven't drawn here. I tried to give the colours a slightly washed-out look to fit in with how the creator described the setting to look, though I'm not sure how successful I was. I wanted Creature to be bigger, but by the time I'd realised that it was smaller than I wanted, I couldn't really go back.

[bratdotcom]

Love Notes = Lunchbox Post-its(?)

( Brock Samson x coworker!reader || he's starting to like you more than he thought... )

Was he getting soft? Brock felt like he was getting soft. He felt a pang in his chest whenever he saw the yellow square-shaped post-its you left in the lunches you made for him and the rest of the family. It was either that, or early stage heartburn from the constant stress he was under protecting two sixteen year old boys who couldn't keep their heads out of trouble along with their father who seemed more interested in milking his dear old dad's legacy than hanging out with his own flesh and blood. Who was he to judge? He was getting paid.

He can hear the boys chittering from the backseat, the both of them most obviously gawking over the little notes you left in their Bizzy Bee themed lunch boxes.

"This obviously proves I'm the favorite." Dean says, with utter confidence as he holds the note you wrote for him in front of his brother's face. Hank, in between bites of his ham and cheese sandwich, reads what you wrote. Brock didn't have time to focus on what the boys were doing. As long as they didn't distract him as he drove, he couldn't care less. "No way, dude! Just because you got a drawing of a cowboy on yours doesn't mean you're the favorite-" Hank pulls out a note of his own, showing it to his brother."I mean, does (Y/N) even have a favorite?" he asks, setting his half-eaten sandwich inside his lunchbox.

Brock was starting to regret letting the boys eat in his car. He couldn't imagine the crumbs they'd leave in between Adrienne's leather seats. He turns up the radio, drowning out the sounds of Dean and Hank bickering with each other.

"Will you two knock it off?! I am trying to nap." Dr. Venture raises his seat to face the boys properly, clearly annoyed that they were interrupting his nap. Brock sighs through his teeth, fingers lightly drumming against the wheel as they wait through traffic. He drowns out the sound of the family arguing with one another to Blue Oyster Cult.

With everyone finally out of his hair and his car, Brock pulls out the post-it you wrote for him. He stares absentmindedly at it. When was the last time he felt like this? Genuinely cared for by another person?

He gets out of his Dodge Charger with a small grunt, rolling the ball of his left shoulder with a stretch of his arm.He looks around the garage, making sure no one else is around. Including H.E.L.P.eR. Sure, he appreciated that lunk of metals and motherboards, but he preferred cleaning his car on his own.

Rinse and repeat. Brock hums quietly to himself the bass line of one of his cassette tapes. He didn't bother to check which one he popped in this time. It was a slow day, surprisingly. The note you left him was in the dashboard of his car. He's able to glance at it every now and then as he lets the hose do its work.

"Don't fuckin' die!" the note read in a neat, almost cursive ballpoint pen. He could imagine you smiling as you wrote and doodled on post-its, slipping them neatly into lunchboxes and brown paper bags.

It was almost silly. Brock smiling to himself as his eyes read over your note over and over again. He almost doesn't register the garage door opening over the sound of Stone Temple Pilots playing on the radio.

"Hungry?" Your voice cuts through the music. He lowers it once you're in view. Brock's steely blues pull away from his car to you. "I brought your favorite." You add,smiling as you hold up a plate of apple slices and peanut butter.

Brock honestly didn't have a favorite, but he didn't want to ruin it. You always packed them into his lunches. He couldn't complain.

You listen to his words intently in between bites of apples dipped in peanut butter.

"Doc got a call from an old friend down south. Turns out the guy is some kook, and he tried chasing us out of his house." You grimace at the thought of what he's saying. It sounded like something out of a horror movie. Brock has seen some shit. Weird shit. He wipes his mouth on his hand. "Oh, and Dean got nicked, so we had to give him an emergency tetanus shot 30,000 feet in the air." he adds on casually, checking his own reflection in the hood of his car.

In the corner of his eye, he gauges your reaction. He almost snorts, seeing the absolutely terrified look on your face. "After a while, you get used to it. The obscurity of it all, I mean." he says, snapping an apple slice in between his teeth. He almost holds it like a cigarette out of habit. "Really?" You ask in disbelief, leaning your back against the small cart parked right next to his car. "Yes, really." he replies, slightly amused. "You're working for Venture now. It's time you act like it."

Brock finishes eating the snack you gave him. Either you put something else in it, or his mind was playing tricks on him. Apples and peanut butter weren't that good. Maybe he just liked you more than he should've. "Mind if I..?" he trails off, pulling a pack of Marlboro Reds from his jacket pocket. "No, not at all." You wave your hand quickly. "Didn't Dr. Venture say you can only smoke those outside the compound?" You ask, unsure if you watched the employee recruitment video right. When was the last time they updated that thing?

Brock almost forgets that himself. "You catch on quickly, don't you?" he asks in a slightly teasing tone, a small smile forming on his angular features. His tone of voice almost goes over your head as you blink. "Of course I do. Try to, anyway." You try to reply back the smoothest way possible.

"Let's take this conversation outside." he says, taking an unlit cig and putting it in between his lips.

[unlucky-qiqi]

Helllooo! Can I please request a tall gender neutral reader whos seen as an intimidating figure, like Malleus in a way.

Theyre extremely quiet and they tend to simply talk with their eyes, but they seem to have a soft side with the boys, often passing them doodles in class or even giving them food wordlessly ~ For the Savanaclaw bois if possible! Im not sure if you indicated a limit, but if you can only do one then Ruggie will suffice!

Thank you so much and stay hydrated!

Hi, hi! Thank you so much for requesting. Sorry if this is kinda off, I'm short. You too, stay hydrated, hun.

Savanaclaw with a Tall and Timid MC

Ruggie Bucchi

The first time you met Ruggie was when you had trouble with something and luckily he was there to help you out.

Of course, nothing comes for free with Ruggie Bucchi. Even if he didn't say so, you'd still treat him for lunch as an exchange for helping you.

It was some kind of unspoken mutual agreement. He'd help you and in return you treat him something.

You'd always help with the simplest things. Hanging the clothes, buying stuff, and many different things. It lifted some weight off his shoulder.

It was during the Spelldrive tournament, Ruggie (along with Leona) wasn't there for lunch so you assumed that they were in practice.

You came to the Savanaclaw dorm and there you saw them practicing. Rather than interrupting, you left the food on the bench with a little note and drawing.

"For Ruggie Bucchi and Leona Kingscholar -y/n"

Of course, it's Savanaclaw, you really think someone wouldn't touch their food?

Whenever someone would come near the food you left, you stared at them—thinking what to do to shoo them away.

The Savanaclaw students misinterpreted this as a piercing gaze and they ran off, minding their own business.

The practice ended and Ruggie took notice of what you left on the bench.

He looked around to find you while holding his food. Even though the dorm has its own set of tall students, it's hard to not take notice of you.

"You brought these? Thanks. I'll give Leona's share too but don't mind if I took some from his."

Leona Kingscholar

No matter how tall you are, you're still a herbivore in his eyes.

Although, he hated the fact that you somewhat reminded him of Malleus.

One good thing about Leona sleeping is that you could tell your worries to him without him telling anything. But sometimes he'd be awake, pretend sleeping, and gets annoyed by your rambling.

"If they bother you talk to them. Just don't get too noisy when I'm sleeping" type of thing would say.

You tried? I think. If talking with people isn't your forte, you tried to talk with gifts, touches, and eye-contact.

Although he gives half-assed advices, it kind of did help, sometimes.

So as a 'thank you' gift, you'd always fall in line first in the Cafeteria for the food he likes. (Even before Ruggie could stand in line)

Sometimes he's too lazy to even do his homework, Ruggie had to call you.

It was a habit of drawing doodles while helping Leona study. You'd pass him off notes with small drawings.

It made things easy to remember for this lazy lion.

"Have more faith in yourself, Herbivore."

Jack Howl

Jack Howl is a man, that I believe, that couldn't care less about what people look like. Everyone in the campus may feel intimidated by you but Jack would be that one person who will approach you if you seem to need help.

You tried to find words of what you will say but it was left in stares.

"I can't really know what your trying to say without any words..."

He'd try to find other ways to communicate with you without the use of talking. Overtime, he understood what you meant simply by looking at your eyes.

Whether it's assignments, projects, or exams, Jack will always be there to help. And you'd help him back too.

During Spelldrive tournaments you'd often give him an "Certain Victory" charm, to wish him luck in his games.

"Oh thank, I'll do my best!"

Without saying a word, your eyes sparkled with delight. He gave a large smile in return.

Win or not, he was happy to have a friend that wished him luck.

A/n: I kind of based reader from Aharen-san.

Requests are Open!

[ur-favorite-queer-queen]

New Start

For Maribat March day 15 theme new start

Master List

Marinette was lucky, she could admit that. Not because of the pocket-sized goddess of creation and luck she carried in her purse, but because of where she is. Sure, living with a magical emotional terrorist isn’t ideal, but it’s better than what her fate would have been had she never been found. 

Growing up on the streets of Gotham had been rough to put it lightly. Very lightly. In her time she had seen many good souls come and go, some to their deaths, some to better lives. She was grateful she was the latter, not many she knew had the opportunity she had to have a new start.

In other circumstances, Tom and Sabine would be horrible parents. After all 90 percent of the time they left her to her own devices. However in this case, it’s fine. For one, she was once a street kid, she knows how to take care of herself. And she is also Scarlet Luck, protector of Paris, wielder of the Ladybug miraculous, and newly appointed guardian of the miraculous. So them turning a blind eye to her sudden disappearances did wonders for her. 

All she needed in this life was a roof over her head and some decent food. Having her adoptive parents be bakers was a plus too. 

The only downside to this life was school. Not because she hated learning or the places school provided. No, she loved sitting in the silence of the library and doing her schoolwork or reading a book. And she especially loved the art room, where she found her love of designing and sewing. 

The problem was the people, the staff that mattered to her and her future, were all pushovers and she wasn’t allowed to transfer into Ms. Mendeleiev’s class. Ms. Bustier was the type to let the kids figure it out on their own, rather than step in when she was most needed. And Principal Damocles shouldn’t even be a principal with how much he caves in when it comes to the Mayor’s daughter or Rossi. 

She was thankful, however, that within her first month the students at Francoise Dupont learned not to mess with her. Or speak to her. Or be near her in general. And she was perfectly okay with that. She quite liked her spot in the back with Nathaniel, one of the only people she considered a friend. 

They had a silent agreement, which was to be silent and leave the other alone. Nathaniel would draw while Marinette would sketch and the 2 had each other's backs. Like when Marinette would whisper Nathaniel the answers during English and he would do the same with history. 

He along with Marc, Ondine, Aurore, Mireillie, and Kagami were the only ones she considered friends. Which means they were the only ones that knew why she was so on edge with the Wayne family being in Paris. Not only did none of them know how to control their emotions, but she was sure that Jason Todd-Wayne was bound to be akumatized. Why? Because every kid that was ever on the streets of Gotham knew his story. 

He was street smart, a dork, but most importantly aggressive. On the streets he picked fights with any who tried to cross him, and when he was adopted he fought the rich kids that went to Gotham Academy. That was another thing everyone knew, he hit it big when he got adopted by the billionaire that was Bruce Wayne. While she wasn’t on the street when he was she knew he was trouble. The whole Wayne family was, whether they knew it or not. 

She already had to deal with Chat every battle, she did not want to have to deal with one of the Waynes becoming an akuma. Not only would it cause an international affair considering how important they are to America, but it could get the attention of American reporters and then the Justice League might want to get involved. She didn't want to deal with the Justice League. 

Kagami was the only one brave enough to point out how she might be afraid that people from her hometown were coming to Paris. But she was wrong and Marinette made sure she never brought it up again. Through whatever means necessary.

Now one reason that Kagami was her best friend was because they agreed on something. Never hesitate. If you have an opportunity, take it. Something important that every street kid knows. 

Well here she was, standing in front of her classroom, hesitating. She could hear her classmates talking away, whichever Waynes were here trying to gain control of the situation. She guessed her teacher was either doing something out of the classroom or not bothering to get the class in check. 

With one final wish that today wouldn't be as shitty as she hoped she opened the door. According to Nathaniel she threw it open. 

And she was right, at the front of the classroom were 3 Wayne's trying to get her class to quiet down. Buster was nowhere in sight. 

Since Nino and Adrien were closest to the door they noticed her first, stopping their conversation and trying to 'subtly' stare at her. The others quickly following their lead. All eyes, including the Waynes, were staring at her. Wonderful.

Literally all she had to do was roll her eyes and everyone averted their eyes. It was always like something out of a movie. She made her way up the stairs up to Nathaniel and her seats. Grabbing a couple of macarons out of her bag she handed them over to him before setting her notebook and pencil on her desk. 

It looked like Lila was about to say something, but a glare had her swallowing her words back down her throat. Staring straight ahead she raised her eyebrow at the Waynes that were still staring, wondering if they were going to try and continue what they were originally trying to discuss. 

After a moment the oldest among them started talking again, the other two joined in, however she could tell when they would all cast her glances. She simply acted blissfully unaware, writing notes down for her and Nathaniel while he drew. She had no idea what his grades would be like if it weren't for her. 

-

This whole week had been full of surprises for Bruce. First the League finds out that there has been a magical terrorist in Paris for 3 years that they didn't know about, and these past 3 years children have been fighting him. 

So his family being detectives, they were sent to try and get information on the ‘akuma class’. He wanted it to just be him, Dick, Tim, and maybe Cass, but of course Dick wanted the whole family to come. Try to make a family vacation out of it despite the fact that there was a magical emotional terrorist that they were trying to track down and they needed to keep their emotions in check. He means no offense but that is something neither Jason nor Damian can do. 

But somehow Dick was able to get the whole family to come because only Dick can do that. And now he had Tim and Dick with him to try to talk to the akuma class about a presentation on starting a business a ploy to try and subtly get information out of them. 

They had already done background checks on them all and their families just to be safe and were thoroughly impressed by what they saw. Many of them were gifted in sports, arts, and academics, so perhaps they were just unlucky. 

The only one that concerned him was Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Only Alfred was aware that the girl was from Gotham, she was specifically a street kid. Adopted 6 years ago by Sabine Cheng and Tom Dupain the girl seemed quite bright. She had excellent grades and was in the art club. However he feared what his children might do with this information. And if another reason was because she had black hair, blue eyes, and a guaranteed tragic backstory being from Gotham that set his adoption instincts on fire NO ONE HAD TO KNOW! 

So here he was with Dick and Tim, trying to get this ‘akuma class’ to quiet down so they could start the presentation. The teacher has stepped out of the room to check something with the principal and ‘give them the floor’. She probably wanted to get a reason to escape this class, he might try to get an investigation done on this school and their faculty. 

From what he observed, Marinette seemed to be absent while most of the class had seemed to be paying attention to this one girl with brown hair in a sausage hairstyle, Lila Rossi, a pathological liar, although the class didn’t seem to know that. All except a redheaded boy in the back, Nathaniel Kurtzberg, a pink haired girl on the second row, Alixandra Kubdel, and a boy with a green shirt and glasses on the third row, Maxton Kante. There was also a blond boy, Adrien Agreste, who seemed to be listening to what the girl was saying with a fake smile he knew all too well. Poor boy. 

His sons weren’t having much more luck trying to gain the attention of the class. The redhead looked to be drawing, the green shirt and glasses boy was working on what appeared to be a robot, while the pink haired girl was on her phone. Every once in a while it seemed like she sent them a sympathetic glance, the other two boys too involved in what they were doing to give them any sympathy. 

Just as he was sure his kids were about to reach their breaking points in walked the one person he hoped not to see. She slammed the door open and suddenly the whole class quieted down immediately. Now his sons were looking at her as well. She couldn’t have been more than 5’3 and she was only 16, yet she managed to silence this whole class just by appearing. 

The class also seemed to be staring at her before she rolled her eyes and they all averted their gazes. It was one of the most movie-like things he had ever witnessed. 

She walked up the steps to the back, with each step she seemed to command attention before digging into her bag and handing Nathaniel who had once been doodling a bag of macarons. He seemed to appreciate them as he gave her a small smile before proceeding to munch on one. 

Lila who had once had the attention of the class seemed to be fuming now that the attention was off of her. It seemed like she was about to say something but stopped when she caught sight of the glare Marinette was giving her. 

Marinette then proceeded to turn her attention to him and his sons, raising an eyebrow as if to ask if they were going to start. Out of the corner of his eye he could see his sons exchange a look he knew all too well, before starting the presentation. And if he or his sons casted looks over to Marinette one too many times, no one noticed. 

Bonus - 

“WE FOUND A NEW WAYNE!” Dick shouted, far too happy with his discovery. 

“Tt, what are you on about Grayson?” Damian scoffed, curiosity and jealousy bubbling in his mind at the thought of a new Wayne. 

“There’s a girl in the akuma class, Marinette Dupain-Cheng. She had black hair and blue eyes, both things needed to be adopted by Bruce.” Tim stated. 

“Does she have a tragic backstory?” Jason jokingly asked. 

“Do not look up anything on Ms. Dupain-Cheng. She has a family and I will not be adopting her. Am I clear?” Bruce demanded, waiting for everyone to agree before going to take a shower. 

“Babs?” Cass questioned, knowing the girl had to have found something. 

“Looking,” Babs replied, “Oh.” She stopped typing and just stared at the screen. 

“What’d you find?” Steph asked the question they were all wondering from Babs’ unusual reaction. 

“Guys,” Babs started, turning the screen to face them, “She’s from Gotham.” 

And from there all hell broke loose.

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Inspired by this post I saw a while back: 

Marinette being a street kid from Gotham but had no previous connection to any of the Waynes was intriguing so I did it. I’m probably going to do a backstory chapter later on, just unsure which day I’ll do it on. 

Of course yesterday I was early so today I was late. The universe needs its balance. So sorry for the late post guys, I blame the universe. 

@maribatmarch-2k21

[headphonemouse]

Peter and I "wrote" a "story" together featuring these three characters, so I decided to draw them

Design process and other scribbles under the cut

There was a comic (found here) with what you might call the Princess and the Gardener's beta designs. The text in that comic is an edited version of my theatrics. It's a bit difficult to explain so any questions can be directed to Peter @megacarapa

After I'd done the comic, I decided to try and seriously make their designs more appealing to me, and put them in áo dài because I liked the high collars. I ended up really liking it so I kept it and researched a bit about more Vietnamese clothes and hairstyles, which was mostly used for the Princess's design

This set was mostly just to see if I could draw the same character at different ages and make them still recognizable. The answer is "sort of, with difficulty." I didn't put much thought into their younger designs. I haven't studied faces of diverse ages, which will be a problem because there are going to be scenes of these characters as children as well as older adults. I made the conscious choice around here-ish to think about triangles when drawing the Gardener, ovals for the Princess, and rectangles for the Shoemaker

This was a doodle, trying to get to know the characters better from how they see each other

By this point I'd finally been satisfied with my Vietnamese clothing research and finalized their designs

The Gardener is wearing áo bà ba, and their hair is secured with a plain hair slide. They're about 5'6" tall. They were originally kind of a stoic person, but I thought it'd be more fun to make them obviously flustered in certain situations. They're big on following rules.

The Princess is wearing áo dài, and her wardrobe changes every now and then between plain white and decorated with elaborate beads and dye patterns. She wears expensive jewelery, but I didn't bother looking up what was in fashion and I forget to draw it half the time so it's whatever. She's 5' tall. She maintains a proper appearance and demeanor most of the time that hides her true intentions.

The Shoemaker is the most fun to draw. He's about 5'10", and I tried to make him look more muscley but didn't quite get there. He's also wearing áo dài, of lower quality than the Princess' but he still looks flashy. He's wearing one dangly jade earring on his right ear and has two cartilage piercings on his left ear. He's a reliable and ambitious guy, and made friends with both the Gardener and the Princess when they were young. He's supportive of the Gardener's crush and doesn't care much for tradition. He has a limit to his patience, indicated by the counter that sometimes appears next to his head.

[treasure-hwa]

skate park

pairing: yeosang x neutral reader

genre: fluff, angst if you squint

synopsis: while trying to remember you are worthy good things, you meet a boy who will make everything feels better.

word count: 1.220

author's note: in general, Yeosang skater boy, because everybody deserves it. To the lovely @ateezstanlove, who said she was going away while I was in the middle of this imagine, then, came back few weeks later. Girl, don't do that to me again, thanks. Anyway, hope you all like this.

Another stressful day of dealing with fake friends, mean people and bad thoughts. Your energy was low, not the lowest, because you definitely had worse days, but low enough to make you stompe out of school and go straight to the skate park a few blocks away. Did you skate? No, you never even tried, but the skate park was a place that helped you relax, the sunset and breeze at the end of the day were irresistible and seemed to wash your worries and anger away.

Most of the times you went there, it was empty, only the sounds of kids playing on the playground beside it could be heard and they did not annoy you. This time, though, a boy was there. The boy carried a red backpack on his back and was agile on top of his skateboard, not vacillating once. You sat on one of the ramp curves and tried to ignore him, focusing on you, but the sounds of the skate wheels were quite comforting actually.

The sun, that was slowly beginning to set, sun hit your face, warming it, and the breeze made your clothes shuffle while you swung your feet. You started thinking about your day, going back to the mean things you heard and trying to reassure yourself about each of them. “Your problems are nothing like mine”, they are not similar, but both are valid; “Stop being an attention seeker”, you are not, you just wanted a simple “hello, how are you?”, to be included; “You can’t even do this right, how...”, it is okay if you are not good at something, that does not mean you are a failure; “Don’t you think you bothered them enough?”, if you bother those people, you are not meant to be together. Your mind was slowly healing, your soul going back to normal and...

— Hi.

A deep voice broke your moment of peace, scaring you, who would have fallen off the ramp if it was not for the boy’s arm in front of you, preventing your pathetic fall.

— I'm sorry, I didn't want to scare you like that.

Turning to him, you took in his appearance. A light pink beanie hiding most of his brown hair, a small black earring on his ear, black sweater, earphones hanging on his neck and black jeans that hugged his thighs perfectly. The boy looked like a total skater one and was incredibly good looking, you went far thinking that he could probably be the most handsome boy you have ever met.

— It's okay. — You coughed, pretending you were not checking him out. — I'm easily scared. But hi.

The boy rubbed his nape with his free hand, giggling and thinking of a way to keep talking to you. He did not know why he walked up to your sitting place, but you looked cute enjoying your surroundings and swinging your legs like a little kid, you were not even paying attention to him, so he could not help himself, he needed to stop his skating and talk to you.

— I'm Yeosang. You? — When you told him your name, he repeated it quietly, as if making sure he would remember.

— You skate well — you complimented.

— Oh? Did you see that? Thank you.

You nodded a bit awkwardly. Understand, you were never the type to talk to pretty boys, let alone a strange one, so Yeosang coming to your side and starting conversation made you flustered.

— Do you skate? — He picked up his skateboard full of drawings.

— No, never tried. By the way, your skateboard is so colorful, it's cool.

— Yeah, I agree. My friend likes to decorate things and said once my plain white skateboard was boring, so he asked me if he could draw on it. I let him and the result was pretty amazing.

The object was black, but had all the important Adventure Time characters drawn on it.

— Is it your favorite cartoon?

— Yeah, I only asked him to draw something that matched me, so he did this. I really liked the result.

— Ahh, got it. It's beautiful. A friend of mine likes to decorate things too, so she did this on my backpack. — You showed him the straps of your backpack decorated with positive words, flowers and doodles of your favorite activities.

He gasped seeing them, then suggested introducing your friends, because they would for sure get along so well. You agreed on that, even if you both barely knew each other to be introducing friends and probably would not do that.

Yeosang was about to speak again, but a stronger breeze hit you both before he could, so you stood there, appreciating nature all around you. When it was possible to talk again, you both spoke at the same time:

— Do you wanna try skating?

— What were you listening to?

He giggled along you, heads turned to the side and a slight blush coming up to both faces. The boy told you to answer first.

— Maybe not today, okay? I really don’t want to fall.

Yeosang said there was no problem, already anxious to see you again, but masking it by talking about the songs he was previously listening to. That way, you spent several minutes talking as if you knew each other for months, not merely for an hour. The boy was quite pleasant to have around, his smile was cute and a bit contained, as was his laugh, but you felt so close and good with him already. You felt so secure that you decided to confide in him the reason you were there when he asked what you were doing on a skate ramp if you did not like to skate.

— This is… my safe place.

— Safe from what? If you don’t mind me asking, obviously.

— No, it’s okay. Here is safe from cruel people trying to bring me down, safe from thoughts that drive me insane; the nature around here calms me, it seems to understand my worries and heal my heart.

— That’s quite beautiful, you know? — You chuckled, shaking your head. — I’m being honest. I think it’s cool you come here and enjoy your surroundings while remembering yourself you’re worthy tranquility and peace. I barely know you, but I think you are worthy.

— How do you know that? I could be the meanest person in the world trying to gain your attention by creating another personality to myself.

— Are you?

— Well, no, but…

— Then that’s it. I trust you.

Chuckling again and looking down, you glanced at your watch, noticing it was too late, time to be home. The sun had set and the lamp posts around were on, however neither of you paid attention to it earlier.

— Yeosang, it was great to meet you, but I need to go now.

— Ah. Okay, no problem, but, maybe, we could… you know. — The boy scratched his nape, embarrassed to ask for your number out loud, so he stretched his phone for you and looked away. Fortunately for him, you giggled and took the phone from his hands, adding your contact and saying “send me a hi later, skater boy” before leaving him with a teeny weeny piece of your heart behind.

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My own story time.

So all throughout elementary school, middle school, and highschool. I would always draw or write (like writing personal stories or story concepts) in a notebook as the teacher was giving lecture. And I got in trouble every single time I got caught. We could only write notes based on the lecture and that's it! Like it got to the point one of my highschool teachers was hard set on trying to catch me doing it every lesson. She'd walk around the classroom and if she caught me, she'd stop the lesson. Purposely point out that I wasn't "paying attention" and make a whole deal about it.

Here's the thing. That's how I pay attention. I need to be doing something in front of me to listen to something and absorb the information. (writing/drawing was that something for me.) I even do it if I'm watching a movie. It's how I watch and listen to things. Otherwise. I can't just listen to a lecture/documentary. I can't focus on it. Here's the kicker. It never interfered with my knowledge uptake or education. I was an honor student all throughout highschool and I graduated 3rd in my class (tbh I could have graduated 1st but didn't feel the need to go above and beyond. Why bother when it really doesn't matter anyway?)

Not gonna lie, my teacher doing that really kinda fucked with me. I got super protective over my arts/notes/writing and still I have trouble showing people my art or having people behind me when I'm writing/drawing. (Like if I'm sitting in the living room with my friend watching a movie. I have to go sit in the corner so I know no one is going to come up behind me and look over my shoulder. It's a little fucked up now that I type it out??)

But something kinda changed everything for me in college. My "not paying attention doodling during class" was actually acknowledged as something good instead of something to hide or be ashamed of. I don't think my professor even knew what he did either. But you know it's the first week with new classes, I had had this professor before for a different class. He was an awesome professor. But anyway, as he was introducing the class and going over the syllabus he said something, and I just. Had a little "windows has stopped working moment." He said something along the lines of "Do whatever you need to do to try and get through this class. Come talk to me and ask questions. Take pictures of the PowerPoint slides. Use your phone to record the lecture. Take notes or draw and doodle if that's how you do things. Just do whatever you have to do."

Just the fact that he made a point to acknowledge that there are people who do this to focus. Like. Made my day - shit it made my whole entire college year. That I had at least one professor that understood that not every single student takes in information the same way.

Sorry for long post. But this sort of stuff is really important for others to try and understand.

as an autistic kid I got criticized for not making eye contact. so as an adult I trained myself to make very consistent eye contact (easier said than done). this in turn has led to some people telling me it’s “kinda weird” that I “stare so much.” the moral of this story is there is actually no pleasing neurotypicals