#not having anxiety attacks over drawing others ocs

[krenia]

June is an awful month for me this year I forgot how impatient I am now that I'm waiting for Sludge Life 2, steam summer sale and Art Fight all at the same time this is going to make me combust

[kookslastbutton]

Those Eyes Chico ༓ myg (m) | Teaser

✒ Summary: As the new marketing director for Min Yoongi’s upcoming D-Day album & tour, you’re expected to bring your expertise to the table. This shouldn’t be a problem—you’re the best in the business and you’re used to drawing a strict line between your professional and personal life. But what happens when the lines you’ve fought to keep as separate blur for the first time?

pairing: idol!yoongi x plus size!poc!reader

genre/AU: angst, fluff, smut, slow-burn, coworkers2friends2lovers, winter setting, forbidden love?

word count: tbd, 835 for this teaser

warnings: oc is 28, Yoon is 30, oc is not originally from South Korea, oc has light brown eyes, swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of anxiety, panic attacks, body insecurities, fear of being blacklisted, emotionally restrained Yoon, mentions of smoking, unstable parental relationships, conservative parents, mentions of therapy, mentions of dating scandal, eventual sexual content, and more specific warnings per chapter.

now playing: Sweet Dreams by The Last Shadow Puppets

a/n: Okay this has taken over six months to release but it's finally beginning and I am super excited to share! 🫣 I am low-key terrible at choosing a proper teaser so hoepfull this works haha. ANYWAY, this series is dedicated to my wonderfully crazy friend and beta, Gloom @theuselessdaydreamingidiot, and to all our fellow Yoon lovers bc we miss our sweet man SO MUCH 🥺 Enjoy! 🥰 Also huge thank you to @itaeewon for designing this beautiful series header! Love it!!

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“Did you get the files I sent to you?”

The woman nods her head in affirmation while sweeping a few pieces of her long, silky hair behind an ear. To strangers, she appears to look about 24 which is only four years younger than yourself but nonetheless she’s the same age as you. Hei-Ran is her name, meaning “graceful orchid” according to Korean translation.

Hei-ran is one of Hybe’s newest hires and based on her experience, a near perfect fit to being South Korean boy group Tomorrow X Together’s new marketing manager. Until about three months ago, this had been your job.

You never imagined giving up the position after three years of working in the role. But with December right around the corner Hybe had other plans for you.

"Graduated summa cum laude with a bachelors degree in BTech in Electrical and Electronics Engineering and a MBA in Marketing from NYU Stern. You worked two years as a brand manager for U.S record label Atlantic Records immediately after graduating, and are now working at BigHit Music as a marketing manager for TXT including liaison with their global marketing team.”

You recall PD Bang’s voice vibrate in the back of your mind from mid-August. You thought you were called into his office to discuss details of TXT’s latest promo, so having your resume read back to you was a sweeping curve ball. Your determination must have far exceeded the heaviness you felt in your chest because before you knew it you, you were shaking hands with your boss in acceptance of your role – the new marketing director for Min Yoongi’s upcoming D-Day album & tour.

The tedious knot that’s formed in the nape of your neck reminds you that as surreal as the situation might be, it’s undeniably real.

Months spent drafting a comprehensive marketing proposal for D-Day; often until the wee hours of the night, inevitably takes its toll on even the mightiest of warriors. An entire new team of fifty people, all of who you’ll be in charge of orchestrating for the next eight months, doesn’t provide much to relief either.

You’re excited nevertheless. Working with one of the most respected artists in the music industry is an opportunity you couldn’t let slip by, especially since the album’s rock-inspired genre aligns closely with your own music taste.

“Thank you so much for helping me get settled __,” Hei-ran’s gentle voice returns you to the present. “I appreciate the time you’ve taken these last few months to train me despite the tight deadlines you have.”

Smiling, you shake your head. “It’s no problem at all and if there’s anything you need in the future, feel free to give me a call or stop by my office.”

“On the 16th floor right?”

“1656A. Take a left off the elevator and walk to the end of the first hallway. The door on the right is mine.”

Referring to any room on the 16th floor as your own is something you don’t take lightly. For one the offices are double the size of any other office spaces in the building. Yours in particular has a giant skyscraper window draped with heavy white curtains. Secondly, the floor above is the 17th floor which is exclusive to Hybe artists only.

"How's the proposal coming along, by the way?" Her curiosity is palpable, genuine in its nature. You’ve always appreciated that in an individual.

“It’s done,” you respond. “Only thing left to do is to prepare for our meeting with C-suite executives next Monday. It’s nearly perfect as is, but the presentation could use a bit of refining in terms of organization.”

Hei-ran is silent for a moment longer than usual before her next inquiry, which is undoubtedly the question on both of your minds. “I can't help but wonder what it'll be like to meet him for the first time,” she muses.

You don’t bother asking for clarification on who the “him” is; you’re already well aware that it’s Min Yoongi. The same subject has managed to intrude your own thoughts more and more as the date of meeting him draws closer. It's peculiar honestly, considering you’ve encountered him before. Granted, it was only a small handful of times the hallway, both heading in opposite directions. Min Yoongi typically greeted you with a hoarse 'Good Morning' those instances, along with a curt nod of his head. You would nod back with a brief 'Morning' yourself. Deep down you feel he'd make a quality friend, though it's only a premonition. It’s not like you actually know much about him beyond those small exchanges.

"I'm not sure what to expect, honestly," you admit. "I imagine it'll be similar to previous professional collaborations—composed, focused, and intense. D-Day is poised to become a global sensation for the next year, so it's going to need our full, undivided attention."

Hei-ran gives a knowing nod. “Good luck __,” she wishes you well as you head towards the elevator doors. Breaks over, back to work.

a/n: Chapter one will be released soon 🙃 Thanks for reading the teaser!

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Yet another new utau oc ^^ Yusuke (+ a ref of his other form too)

More info under the cut. Will be adding to it when I think of more

More info on his design:

His height is 6’5 (not counting his ears). In his ‘snow leopard’ form there’s a doodle near the bottom right of it’s size compared to a 6ft person (to it’s shoulders it’s around 7’11)

Late 20s in terms of age (will edit if I choose an age), a little bit younger than most Sanses.

Pansexual, He/Him/They/Them

Is basically nearly always seen with the pillow. If he isn’t seen with it he is either holding onto someone he trusts or his tail

His tail can be any size, but he often has it long. 

Ability to turn into his ‘snow leopard’ form at will, for him this doesn’t take up much magic.

Can be drawn in other clothes, his clothing tends to be baggy techwear clothing, or just baggy stuff. Will often have star themed clothes, will also have a triangle accessory (In reference to Nix-Ceto, his best friend.)

Isn’t technically a Sans, but in his au he and his brother were referred to as ‘Sans’/’Papyrus’ respectively. 

In his skele form he has a ‘halo’ has it to match with Nix’s halo. He normally doesn’t have it in his ‘snow leopard’ form.

In his skele form he has paw feet, but wears specially designed shoes for his paws, mainly because he doesn’t want to get them dirty/wet.

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His magic:

Has a high magic reserves but never tends to use his magic, this means he has magic build up and times his magic may go out of control. When he does remember to he will often try to waste his magic doing dumb stuff with it. 

With his magic he can flip back and forth between his two forms, His main form (skele) and his ‘snow leopard’ form. Both forms have different ways of using the magic. And despite being a ‘snow leopard’ he mainly has ‘fire’ based magic.

Skele form: Is mainly support focused, can create barriers/shields in this form he can use his fire magic to create a barrier that harms anyone that touches it. He can boost the stats of allies, e.g. speed, hp, def, etc. Can do this to multiple stats of one person. Can summon a pen that he can draw in the air with, he can create objects that can appear/get created through what he draws. Can’t create living things or food/water. If he wants to make specific things he can read up a little bit of information about how something works, and he’s then able to create it and have it work e.g. a motorbike. Depending on how big the object is, is depending on how much it takes out of him (e.g. draining him in terms of magic) Has mastery over basic ‘skeleton’ magic. E.g. bones/blasters. But due to his high magic reserve he can output this magic a lot better/quicker than the average skeleton.

‘Snow leopard’ form: Uses a lot more fire, and his fire has a poison/burn effect in this form. Basically anyone who is hit by this fire feels a burning pain that may never go. Can surround his whole body in this flame to protect himself from attacks. Uses the flame to push things away e.g. like a wind attack but with added fire. His tail can extend/shrink in length, can use it like a whip to strike people from a distance, or can use it almost like how a snake would use its body. Can turn himself into a ball of flame to go in one direction very quickly. His flames can get so hot that any water near it evaporates instantly. When in this form his stats change to boss monster stats. 

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Used to have an au. For as long as he could remember it was always him and Papyrus. When he was a little kid having to look after a toddler/baby. He’d try to take any jobs he could (e.g. helping the villagers snow shovel, tidy, etc) as the villagers in snowdin looked after them, he had so much anxiety about being useful to the adults helping him, to repay their kindness. As he got older and could take part time jobs he jumped at the chance to take multiple and earn money to support both him and his brother, as a minor and it being a part time job he never earned that much so took multiple jobs to try to earn enough. He always tried to make time for his brother, always finding time to come home to read Papyrus a story and tuck him into bed. When he became an adult and Papyrus a teen he could quit a few of the jobs, since he was now full time and earning more money due to being an adult. But he still worked 2 jobs, he wanted enough money to provide for his brother, for his brother to have a good life. 

One day when tucking his brother into bed, his brother asked him to pick up a pillow that was across the room. Which when he went over to the pillow and picked it up, he was suddenly hit with the worst ‘gut’ feeling he has ever had in his life. He could tell his brother felt it too by his brother calling out his name. But when he stood up and turned around it’s like half the house had disappeared (like this, but only half), including the bed his brother had been laid in. He stood there in shock, before frantically looking for where his brother went. Looking out he could see the rubble of the house had been knocked halfway across Snowdin, and more buildings were getting ‘pushed’/destroyed, he ran as fast as he could to the other half of his house frantically digging through the rubble, shouting and screaming for his brother.

He could hear destruction around him, screaming and crying, but he didn’t care he needed to find his brother. He still had a hold of the pillow he had picked up, it now discarded at his side. He found dust, and his brothers scarf, leading to him having a breakdown, clutching both the scarf and the pillow. He could hear someone shouting in a commanding voice, but due to his state he couldn’t hear what was being said. 

He was snapped out of it when his shoulder was roughly grabbed by someone, when he turned to see, it was someone who looked quite similar too him. He basically got dragged over to a gateway, a portal. He yelled the whole time not wanting to leave the rubble where his brother had died. But the other him smacked him upside the head, telling him he can ‘grieve later, right now he needs to live, or to help him go gather more people to evacuate’. Realizing the people of Snowdin needed help as well he quickly began to help guide people to the portal, them going to other areas of the underground to do the same thing, till everyone who was left was now through the portal.

When they both got through the portal, he sat down still clutching the scarf and pillow, just staring at the floor, not really knowing what to think. He could hear others trying to comfort people that had come from his au, other versions of people that he knew talking to everyone. Hearing someone settle down next to him, he looked over to see the same guy that he had helped. The guy never said anything just watched on as people grieved. Leading to him doing the same. After a while tears started to silently fall, muttering things like ‘I could have saved him, I should have grabbed him when I got that feeling’. The guy next to him quietly listened to his muttering for a while before finally speaking. “You didn’t know that was going to happen. You want him to live, but think about it the other way, he’d want you to live if he was in your position right now… I can’t exactly tell you how you should live your life now, especially after something like that. But keep going, for his sake.”  

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It took him a while to adjust to his new life, and ended up going by the new name Yusuke. He already had anxiety and such from when he lived in his au, but after the incident of his au, his worried and such doubled. He had found out the name of the other him that helped him that day was Nix-Ceto, though he just called him Nix. Nix would often stop by to check on him, which Yusuke appreciated since he was finding it really hard to make friends. He still kept a hold of the pillow and scarf, though he put the scarf in the pillow acting as extra stuffing for the pillow.

After a bit of struggling with life in the Omega Timeline, Nix offered to have Yusuke travel across aus with him, to help aus and such. Which he accepted, wanting to be close to Nix, seeing Nix as his only good friend. Due to their original time traveling together him and Nix became very close, he was able to see a side of Nix that basically no one would see. Which in turn he would try to show Nix more of himself and what he is really like.

After around 2 years of traveling together Yusuke finally decided he wanted to settle down back in the Omega Timeline. He desperately begged Nix to join him, not wanting to be alone really. But Nix decided to keep traveling, but promised that he’d try to stop by whenever he had time. 

Yusuke spent a lot of time learning a lot of creative skills such as 3d modeling and such, working remotely from his home in the Omega Timeline, this meant he rarely went out, so he found it really hard to make friends, he wanted to meet more people that were into the same things as him, so would often try to frequent places like café’s/etc with his laptop as he works. But could never meet anyone, because the people who were like him, were inside their houses refusing to leave, unlike him who was trying to make an effort to meet people in his own way. When Nix would stop by he loved it, Nix would often try to introduce him to other people, trying to help Yusuke make friends, and a few people he did manage to keep a friendship with, but for the most part his life is very quiet in the Omega Timeline. 

After a few more years passed, he got sick of feeling so lonely, especially with Nix going for longer periods of time. So Next time he saw Nix he asked to begin traveling with him again. Which leads him to current day when he is traveling with what group Nix is currently taking around.

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Yusuke is a relatively chilled out guy who acts sleepy most of the time. He loves to joke around and just chill out and talk with people he gets along with. Despite being rather chill he’s also a crybaby, and can be easily upset, e.g. upset at any form of confrontation. He does try not to cry as much, often trying to hold it in. He feels bad when he makes people worry about him, and will often try to reassure people when he gets upset. He is still a very anxious individual, and can be easily spooked.

When he finds someone he can trust he will often be able to joke around with them, tries to find out people's boundaries when it comes to jokes, doesn’t want to accidentally cross a line. When he befriends someone he will adore them, and will often try to do things for them when he can. If he feels particularly close with someone he’d often hold onto them, only when he feels super okay with them/asks them if they’re okay with it. It takes him a long while to consider someone a close friend. He can be good friends with someone but not see them as a close friend. Depending on the person he’s friends with is depending on how quick he may also see them as a close friend. 

His pillow from his au that belonged to his brother is his comfort item, and panics when it's out of his sight. Gets nervous whenever anyone mentions the pillow, or whenever anyone touches it. When he doesn’t have his pillow in his hands he will often hold onto a close friend or his own tail. 

Is a fairly observant person, tends to notice things about people, places ,etc. Normally a quiet observer of things going on. Tends to step in and say something if he feels it’s something that needs to be mentioned. Will shake like a leaf if he has to confront someone about something. 

Hates being his fur being pet/brushed by someone he doesn’t know/isn’t close with. Will let very few people touch his fur, even less people can brush/take care of his fur. Will slap stuff (like a cat), normally stuff that's in front of him, can tell he's going to slap something when his ears suddenly go back. If someone he doesn’t know/isn’t close to touches him he will also slap right away with no warning, it will be out of panic. Has the agility of a cat/snow leopard, though he never really shows it off really. Will knead on fluffy things, or people he likes/is close too (if they’re okay with it, he will still ask them even if he knows they’re okay with it). Purrs really loudly, almost sounding like an engine he’s that loud.

When he’s in his other form, his ‘snow leopard’ form his personality changes slightly, to be more animalistic. Not fully animal, still with intelligence, but he won’t fully be himself. He’s more likely to run off of animal instinct in this form. Unlike him being passive in his main form, this form tends to be more violent, e.g. instead of getting upset about something he may get mad instead. 

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Relationships/ (Friendships/etc) with other characters/thoughts on other characters: (will only write about my own ocs here, or fandom characters. Won’t write about others ocs due to not wanting to mischaracterize them)

Nix-Ceto: Is very close with Nix. Nix is his best friend. He appreciates everything that Nix has done for him, and actively works to at least try to repay Nix’s kindness despite Nix always telling him he doesn’t have to do anything for him. Bases some of his looks off of Nix, e.g. the flame halo to match Nix’s shark halo, and triangles across his design to match with Nix’s triangle theming as well. One of the few people that Yusuke lets touch him/his fur. In term he’s one of the very few people Nix lets touch him as well. Will often joke around with Nix, but knows Nix doesn’t tend to joke around as much with other people there. Will also jokingly flirt with Nix, just because he finds it funny and Nix is fine with it. Will often just yap to Nix, he knows Nix is listening even if it doesn’t look like it. How he knows Nix listens to his yapping is because one time he talked a lot about anime to Nix and then next time he saw Nix, Nix gave him a hoodie based off of an anime he was talking about. 

Tanue: Is kinda scared of Tanue, knows Tanue mostly means well, and does sort of get along with Tanue when Tanue is more chilled out. But for the most part he only tires to interact with Tanue when Nix is there. Tanue’s fight-y/loud nature spooks him. But when they do get along Yusuke enjoys the conversations that they have, and Yusuke also enjoys the food that Tanue may make for the group every so often.

[maccreadysbaby]

A Hundred Ways to Become a Wayne

batfamily + oc insert

tw: none

wanna read more? here’s the table of contents!

want to read the first fic in the hundred days series so you understand what’s going on here? here it is!

sorry this is so short, AGAIN, I’m STILL having trouble deciding where to cut these chapters off 😭 we’ll be out of the medbay in the next chapter i promise

part forty-five

❝ AWAKE AND ALIVE ❞

SUNDAY — SEPTEMBER 13 — 4:04PM

ASTEN DIDN'T WAKE UP UNTIL FOUR THE NEXT DAY. 

Bentley had been drifting in and out of consciousness for hours. Every now and then Alfred would run a test, or give him some more pain medicine, and every single time, Bruce was there just like he said he’d be. A few times, Dick was there with him. Once, Jason was. It was a blur up until somebody started screaming, at which point Bentley was suddenly very much awake.

He was disoriented and didn’t even have time to realize who was screaming until the screaming stopped, and a few people were grouped around Asten’s bed.

Bentley blinked and took hold of his surroundings again. Jason and Alfred were near Asten’s bed. Dick and Damian were in the other room, along with Barbara. Tim, Duke, Steph, and Cass weren’t there. 

Bruce was right next to Bentley, where he said he’d be. And… something warm was right next to Bentley.

He glanced down at himself and realized that he wasn’t the only one in the bed, but that, since they were both so small, Nico had curled up on the end of the mattress like some kind of cat and was sleeping there, completely unaware of the sound or movement around him. 

Suddenly, Asten wasn’t screaming anymore, but crying. Crying so pitifully and terribly that it reminded Bentley of the night his parents died. 

“It’s alright,” Bruce said, and instinctively, his hand came up to rest on the top of Bentley’s head, drawing his attention away from Asten.

He looked around again, his eyes landing on future Nico, who was standing strangely in a dim corner, watching Asten closely. With a glance around and a wink in Bentley’s direction, he zoomed across the room with a blip that made him disappear in a warp of light.

Bentley and Asten were both awake. Did that mean his job was done? That he was gone?

“How are you feeling?” Bruce questioned. Bentley took a second to focus on his body. His head was hurting pretty bad, and so was his whole abdomen where he’d been stabbed. His ankle was sort of throbbing as well. He was still kind of floaty and loopy, though, which meant some pain medicine was probably working.

He ended up shrugging. “Everything kinda hurts.”

Bruce’s hand began to move in his hair. “I’m sorry. You’re due for more pain meds in about an hour.”

Bentley said nothing, but glanced back over at Asten, who was being quietly consoled by Jason. He wasn’t just crying anymore — he was hyperventilating and shaking and looked a whole lot like Bentley thought he looked during an anxiety attack.

Bentley inhaled. “Will he be okay?”

Bruce’s hand continued to move through his hair and kind of really reminded him of Dick.

“Yes, bud. He’ll be okay,”

A few moments of silence passed where Bentley could only sort of make out what Jason was saying to Asten. He gave up halfway through listening because it was too quiet.

In the midst of the quiet, Dick came into the room with a bright (but at the same time dull?) look on his face and in his eyes. Bentley attempted to push himself so he was sitting up, and while it was still very painful, it was successful this time — Bruce situated the pillows behind him and whatever little pain meds were still working were doing a very good job for a kid who’d been impaled. 

Dick walked over, and in one swift movement, hugged Bentley as gently as he could.

“I love you so much, kiddo,” It sounded like his eyes were misty — Bentley didn’t say anything about it. Instead, he relaxed into the familiar embrace, bringing his arms up and around Dick’s shoulders in return. This sure does beat dying alone in a pile of debris.

“I love you, too.”

When Dick moved (which took a long time, but no one had expected any less.) Damian was standing behind him, near Bentley’s bed. 

Dick moved out of his way, and a moment of silence passed where no one did anything. Bentley was just happy to be there — happy everyone was there. Happy to be breathing.

Damian moved quickly toward Bentley, like he was ripping a bandaid off, making a decision before he could convince himself not to.

Damian hugged him.

Bentley was frozen and tense for a solid three seconds before he decided that might make Damian not want to do it again. Then he hugged him back. Had Damian ever actually… did Damian even hug people? Bentley wasn’t sure he’d ever even seen Damian hug someone.

“I am glad you are alright,” Damian said, stiffly removing himself from Bentley’s embrace. “I am in your debt.”

“No you’re not,” He replied, searching Damian’s face for any tinge of emotion. There might’ve been a layer of something clouding his eyes. Might’ve.

“You saved my life,” Damian replied simply, crossing his arms. “I can not take generosity like that for granted — I owe you.”

“I already have everything I need,” Bentley replied, and he saw Bruce smile in his peripheral.

Damian sighed. “One day, you will need me. Then we will be even.”

Bentley said nothing, but nodded in response. 

Just then, the other someone curled up on the medbay bed began to shift.

Bentley glanced down at Nico, who was laying next to his legs, just in time to see his blue eyes flutter open and bounce around. They landed on Bruce, on Damian, on the bed, the walls, on Dick, who was off to the side.

When they finally landed on Bentley, you’d have thought he was a parent coming home from deployment. Nico nearly fell off the bed at the speed that he moved, whamming into Bentley in a way that definitely would’ve hurt worse if he wasn’t hyped up on so many drugs.

“Whoa, Nico, easy,” Bruce started.

“I was so scared. I woke up when you were having surgery,” The blonde muttered, hiding his face away — probably because he was nearly in tears. “I was afraid you wouldn’t wake up.”

Bentley, although stunned, hugged him back. “It’s okay, I’m fine.”

Nico made a funny sound. “You need to learn what those words mean.”

Bentley said nothing, and after a minute, snickered. “I guess so. Are you feeling better?”

“A lot,” Nico replied, finally letting go of him. “Y’know, less pukey and sick and stuff.”

“That’s good,”

A moment of silence passed. Nico glanced over at Asten, so Bentley did, too. 

He was still crying, but not as badly as before, and Jason was standing next to the bed, facing away from Bentley, talking. 

In a flash and a blip, Nico crashed into Asten, too. 

Jason backed off, turning on his heel and letting his eyes rest on Bentley with a little fond look.

“Hey, kid. How are you feeling?” Jason questioned. He ruffled his hair for only a second, to which Bentley smiled.

“It still hurts,” He replied honestly. “But I’m okay.”

Jason smiled faintly. “I’m glad.”

Bentley smiled, and the room fell into quiet again.

He glanced over at Asten and Nico. Nico was still hugging the life out of him, and Asten was simply letting him. Bentley met his eyes over Nico’s shoulder. They shared a faint smile.

Everything would be okay.

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Legacy (what is a legacy?) Part 17

It’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see I wrote some notes at the beginning of a song someone will sing for me

Hamilton, the world was wide enough. LMM.

one, two, three, four, Five, six seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen

Summary: Mike is 13. Born May 2009. Sid didn’t know he had a son. All Mike had was hope and a prayer for his and his half-sister’s safety.

(Sid is a dad of a teen he didn’t know about AU) Sidgeno.

Warnings: (for the total story) post-child abuse (all off-screen but it affects things and is spoken about often), learning how to parent, panic attacks, anxiety, based on the 22-23 season, that said last season when i wrote these tags originally, but hey, it takes me a LONG time to write, so now its no longer last season, OCs?, the realization about sexuality. Post breakups. Desperate lack of in-depth research for CPS in both PA/CA, melodrama?, kidfic, angst, slowburn, playing fast and loose with the law for drama/storytelling purposes.

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Sid and Geno chose to order dinner rather than try to make anything from the kitchen the way they sometimes communicated on the ice during a powerplay: simultaneously and with good practice. Of course, it tended to be about power plays, and now Sid should really get to the net so Geno could get the puck to him, but sometimes it's pizza.

One of the Italian places near them made good in-season meals and excellent pizza for the kids. Geno mocked him for not having an app for the place or a food delivery service, but Sid would call in and talk to a person instead of ordering from a faceless app. All Sid had to do was call in the order, but he had no idea what the kids wanted.

How was he supposed to be a good father?

Some of that had to have played across his face as Geno laughed and told him to go ask.

Sid knocked on Mike and Marisol's door, looking over the crumpled computer paper that had now decorated the entrance. He hadn't noticed when Marisol was drawing, but The brightly colored crayon drawing appeared a few days ago.  

Marisol had drawn a landscape with a sun smiling down on three people on what Sid thought was ice. The ground was blue, at least; it could be water, but the two taller figures had black skates on. The most petite person, whom Sid assumed was Marisol, wore white skates. They were all holding hands, with Marisol in the middle. Sid's person was black and yellow, with what looked like an attempt at an "87" in a childish hand-scrawled on the chest. Mike's number was in purple and gold – much like the Kings' old jersey – but Sid wasn't sure of the number. Sid assumed it was his former team's colors.

Marisol opened the door and looked up to meet Sid's eyes. Sid wasn't sure he would ever get over the height difference between him and her—she was so small. Despite her yawning, she was awake.

"Hello Mari, is your brother up?"

She blinked at him and nodded rather than responding verbally. Marisol opened the door fully to show that Mike and Nikita had crashed out on Mike's bed. Both of them were curled around each other, and it was adorable. Sid nearly died of adorableness just looking at the two boys. He needed a picture to show Geno and the rest of the team. Anna would be so pleased.

He reached into his pocket for his phone before Helena warned him a few days before Came floating back.

"No photos! I don't know you well, Mr. Crosby, but I don't think it will be an issue. However! California and Pennsylvania don't allow minors with contested guardianship to have their images used online. It wouldn't be safe for them."

Sid took his hand out of his pocket, leaving the phone where it was. He would do anything to keep his kids safe, even if it meant he couldn't share all the cute things that his kids did. While unfortunate—he wanted to be like the dads on the team, always with new photos—Sid could do without.

Marisol returned to playing with a set of dolls on the floor, clearly in the middle of some story. Jeff had shown up a few days ago with the dolls, saying his girls didn't want or need them anymore and insisted they go to someone who would love them. Marisol's eyes lit up when she saw the dolls for the first time, so Sid was pretty sure Jeff's girls would be pleased with where they ended up.

Sid had been grateful because he didn't know what Marisol would like. They hadn't had much chance to get her toys yet. Sid mentally set the next off day to ensure they got stuff for her soon. Nikita's toys were enough for now, but she needed more of her own stuff.

"Can I play?" Sid let the boys sleep momentarily and followed Marisol to the dolls. "How are you feeling?" he asked, settling beside her at her nod.

"Muy cansada." She said, lacking most of the energy he had come to expect of her post-nap self, "You be Dad. I'm Bluey." She ordered – neither of the dolls in her hands were of the dogs from the cartoon he had heard a lot about from the dads on the team.

Sid agreed and tried desperately to remember what cansada was in Spanish while ignoring the simple 'you be dad' felt like. He had just heard it on the TV program they had been watching yesterday morning. Something about sleep? But it was before the character had gone to bed…

Tired. It meant tired.

As they played for a bit, Sid gently talked to Marisol, trying to learn more about her feelings and whether she was doing better. It was hard because she kept on answering in Spanish, and Sid was sure it was just as disjointed as her English. With Sid's Spanish being… not good, to say the least, it was a bit of a struggle following along. It was better than it was a month ago, but not good. But he kept on trying.

Besides feeling tired, he had to find out what she was experiencing. Once he was reassured that she wasn't upset anymore or had too many immediate emotional reactions to the day, he gently asked, "Do you want pizza for dinner?"

She nodded quickly, dropping her dolls, "Pizza! I want pizza. With pepperoni and cheese!" She was loud enough to wake the boys.

Nikita was the first to move, still filled with the energy of children. He woke up and nearly vaulted off the bed like Sid had expected Marisol to do.

Mike was a much slower-to-wake-up teenager. "Pizza?" Mike asked, voice thick with sleep but somehow still processing. Food did that to hungry hockey players, especially when they were in their teens. Mike could and probably would, especially after today - both being on the ice for the first time in a while and Marisol's panic attack – finish the entire pie by himself.

Sid nodded, hiding a laugh at the hungry teenager presented before him. "Yeah, Pizza. What do you want?" He should know his kid's pizza order. That's a thing parents know, right?

Mike raddled off an order of toppings that Sid felt needed to write down; he still sounded half asleep. Marisol's order was much easier to remember.

"Hold on," Sid said, reaching for his phone to write it all down. Nikita was already giving him a basic order, saying that Sid had seen Geno eat a time or two in their youth—lots of tomatoes and mushrooms.

Once Nikita was done talking, Mike's brain seemed to come fully online, and he immediately backpedaled. "Cheese would be fine," he said, looking away toward Marisol.

Marisol didn't even seem to notice; she and Nikita were playing with the dolls and talking about pizza.

Sid sighed internally; someday, Mike would allow himself to take up room. "One meat lover with green pepper and jalapenos." He said firmly, using a little of the captain's voice he had for rookies who were nervous for their first games. He tapped the order into his notes app.

Mike looked up, and despite some of the worry and stress still on his face, even after the nap, he smiled. For once, he looked like the teenager he was rather than a lost child.

-

Zhenya stepped back into the hallway. He tapped away at his phone, making the order for delivery before Sid could even get it into his head to a call.

He had to do something rather than think about the realization that he just had. He would have to revisit what he realized later.

There was no way he could deal with it now.

Zhenya blindly typed into his phone and put the order in. Zhenya hadn't even seen Sid. But he knew. With the soft tones, the careful words, the firm reassurances, Sid sounded like he had the first year that Zhenya was in Pittsburgh. Sid sounded like he did when Zhenya was a teenager. He had a crush that he thought was just a passing fancy and was excited about the future.

He nearly clipped his shoulder on one of the corners of the hallways leading back to the kitchen. The app buzzed and declared his order in. Pizza for dinner. Or, well, pizza for the kids and salad and pasta for him and Sid. He had to be more careful. The team would never let him live it down if he injured himself on a wall before the season really started.

It wasn't long before Sid came out of the bedroom looking distracted.

"I'm made order," Zhenya told him as Sid entered the kitchen. He was a little proud of how even his voice was; Sid would never be able to tell he had figured something out listening to him talk to Marisol.

Sid gave him an odd look, "You heard the orders?"

Zhenya did his best not to look like he was reeling from something. Which he was, of course, but he didn't want Sid to know that. "Yes. The kids were loud."

Sid snorted, "Yeah, they're kids, eh?" he breezed past his confusion. "How long is the wait?"

"Forty minutes," Zhenya said.

The kids ran in at that moment, Nikita and Marisol's exhaustion gone. Mike was more sedate behind them but looking much better than the last time Zhenya had seen him.

"Food?" he asked, hope in his voice.

"Soon," Zhenya said before Sid could tell them an exact time. Zhenya was vague, not for Mike's sake and more for Nikita's. Nikita could and would watch the clock; if the driver was just slightly late, he would be so upset. Save them the headache. "Pizzas on way."

Mike accepted that before he followed the kids to the living room. Nikita was pushing mini sticks.

Zhenya shot a text to Anna before he could forget. He had to talk to her. Are you busy later tonight?

Because he loved Sid.

When he realized he loved Anna, Zhenya told her immediately because it was on a quiet date before she chose to stay in Pittsburgh, before Nikita, with just them (he may or may not have booked an extravagant dinner)

This was different. Well, the feelings weren't too different, but it was Sid. Not someone Zhenya had just met or a guy who was out of the spotlight and happy to stay there. Sid wasn't interested in guys anyway.

Anna's message came back quickly. Free now if it's for Nikita, around nine if not.

Not about Nikita, and he's fine. I'll call around nine, then. Good night call for Nikita, and then we just need to talk, he sent back. Actually, goodnight calls from both of them might be a good idea. He made a mental note to bring that up. Calling before Nikita's bedtime was already his routine unless he was on the ice. (A few times, he's called in the second intermission.) Anna might want to set up something like that, too.

She sent him a thumbs up. "Will call Anna tonight." He said to Sid, who was setting up the dining table, muttering to himself about learning how to prepare vegetables in a way the kids would like.

Sid looked up from setting the plates down, "Everything alright?"

Zhenya hummed, "Yeah, for Nikita's bedtime. And have to talk about a few things."

"Oh, okay," Sid said, bemused. I'll make sure to stay out of your way. You guys are really taking the trying-to-be-friends things seriously, eh?"

"Sid saw when Anna was here," Zhenya said with a slight glare. "If me and Anna say friends, then we friends."

Sid smiled, shrugging, "It's easier in person, I would imagine."

"Anna is hurricane. When she says friends, then we friend." Zhenya said, conveniently leaving out that he was also a hurricane, and together, they might have been category five on the days they fought. "And you know distance after a breakup! How's Kathy?"

Sid laughed, "We barely talk, but she's good; she gives me the occasional update on Maverick."

Zhenya watched, relieved that Sid was laughing because he would have hit himself if he had brought it up, and Sid would have gotten sad. When he said they were finally done, Zhenya believed Sid, the long-term power couple of the Pens. But for a while last season, it was a touchy subject that he and Tanger did their best to approach carefully.

"Anyway," Sid continued, "I think Mike is going to for a tutor rather than school. Do you want one that might be able to help with Nikita?"

As they lost themselves in the minute of parenting, Sid mostly offered ideas, and Zhenya approved or dissuaded him from even bringing them up to Mike and Marisol.

Getting Mike a trainer might be a good idea. They probably wouldn't find a tutor who could handle three kids of wildly different experiences, even part-time, and who could also be a nanny—it's best to have two different people. It did seem that Marisol was interested in skates but maybe talk to her to see if she wants hockey or figure skates. Two coaches on the ice at the same time might be best.

This was one of the reasons he loved Sid: he was the captain and would do his best to ensure everyone had what they needed. He would lean on his people to get him the best information, but Sid was the leader.

The occasional noises and yelling from the kids in the living room nearly prevented them from hearing the buzz of Sid's gate intercom, but the cheering they heard when the pizza was brought in was gratifying.

-

Telegram

(2215) Anna: now that you realize what are you going to do?

(2216) Zhenya: idk yet. Get over it? It's not like it's reciprocated.

(2216) Anna: it's taken you 15 years to figure this out, and you /think/you're going to 'get over it?!'

(2216) Zhenya: what do you mean 15 years?

(2217) Anna: at least.

(2217) Anna: You know exactly what I mean. I didn't think you knew, but I've known from your stories for /years/ that this was a possibility.

(2217) Anna: And plus, you didn't hide that rookie crush as well as you thought you did. If I could see it in film.

(2218) Zhenya: what.

(2218) Zhenya: I mean. Yes. as a rookie. But not since. I think. It was a /passing/ crush! Every rookie gets one! Especially LIKE MINE.

(2220) Zhenya: years?

(2220) Anna: I'm not blind.

(2220) Anna: 😂 

[sockssketchingshack]

So uh. I never really did an intro soooo

I see a lot of people asking about commissions and I am here to tell you that I don't do them! They stress me out! Sorry but they're Scary. But I do drawing *requests*. Because I like drawing things without any form of pressure to draw them!

Now that's out of the way, hello there! My name is Socrates. But everyone calls me socks.

I am an adult! 18 years old, April 23 2006.

My pronouns are he/him!

I am both a trans man and bisexual!

Things you should know:

I have low to severe functioning autism. Meaning I need help from those outside of my own self. Basically help with my day to day life and for scary situations such as talking to strangers IRL. Or complex decisions such as bank details or that kinda thing. I need others to help me!

That doesn't mean I'm not smart though. I'm mostly slow. I call it rebooting. So if I ever take a while to respond it's probably because I'm thinking about what to say!

I have bipolar disorder. I deal mostly with mood swings one minute ranting about how cute my cat is the next minute crying over how cute my cat is.

I deal with a lot of doctors! Two or more appointments a week! So if I tell you multiple times over a short span of time I can't talk cause I'm going to the doctor's it's not an overused excuse! It's true!

I have severe anxiety. Meaning any communication at all stresses me out. But I still really wanna try to socialize!

I have memory issues.

So if you wanna talk I'm welcome to it. I'm just really, really, shy. And sometimes I'll panic and end conversations out of nowhere. So if you ever wanna talk all I ask is to be understanding and a lil patient.

And if you talk to me long enough I'll grow to trust you! Which means I'll feel more comfortable and calm when talking to you!

About my art:

I love art! But it's hard to do since I have some physical problems. But I do it anyway! I mainly draw things I like or request / challenges I receive. I like to draw my little persona alot because he's simple and easy to draw. I also have a lot of OC's! Ask me about them! I love them all and will be over the moon to share their stories outside of just the art I make of them!

About my text posts:

Text posts are semi common. It's mostly little ramblings or rants. Or just how I'm feeling. But again I mostly posts art.

If I ever interact with you or your posts:

It means I wanna talk to you but don't know how so I just try to show affection with hearts and sometimes if I'm brave enough a comment or reply. But I still really wanna learn to socialize with you!

Hobbies:

Art, cooking, baking, gardening, sewing, video games.

Lastly:

Ask me stuff! Talk to me if ya want! I am lonely. And I love you! And I'm proud of you! Take care of yourself! You deserve it! Bye! Love you!

Things I like (extra bit):

Get ready it's a long lists,

anime!

Any anime really even if I haven't seen it! I have watched a bit of or completed, Naruto, one piece, jujutsu keisen, Ouran host club, black clover, sword art online, attack on Titan, Yuri on ice, one punch man, my hero academia, assassination classroom, food wars, pokemon, the promised Neverland. And a bit more I'm probably forgetting.

Video games!

Any video game really! Even if I haven't played it! But I have played or watched others play: stardew valley, undertale, Minecraft, Roblox, terraria, cult of the lamb, overwatch 2, dead by daylight, Skyrim, halo, rocket League, cod black ops 2 zombies, moonlighter, hollow night, sky children of the light, don't starve together, subnautica, subnautica below zero, alot of different Pokemon games, five nights at Freddy's, astroneer, monster hunters, and one of my absolute all time favorites SLIME RANCHER!

other medias / things, TV shows, books, etc:

Percy Jackson, a bit of harry potter, marvel universe, DC universe, amazing digital circus, don't hug me I'm scared, Steven universe, avatar the last Airbender, we bear bears, and more I'm probably forgetting.

That's all bye.

[geoledgy]

@ your latest post. So true. That's probably the reason why I will never join AF. Most people don't bother to read anymore 🤷‍♀️. I love getting free art from people and hearing them gush about my ocs, but I also get hella anxiety putting my characters out there knowing some rando is gonna draw my plus-sized character skinny. At that point, I'd rather just commission someone ashfjgmh

I've honestly had a 98% good experience with art fight overall with people respecting my characters' skin colors and body types + other permissions, but this year is a little crazy and idk why. It's honestly not even bad for me they're just drawing a character I've stated over and over again not to draw unless it's for character interaction pieces (so like, no solo pieces) cuz they've already had so much attention for like 5+ years (friends and mutuals are exempt from this rule of course.) and I honestly don't wanna hide them because I'd LOVE to be attacked interaction pieces of my Nonco OCs if anyone wanted to do that.

I love Art fight because I get to have a "reason" to have a whole month to just draw for others for fun too without any obligations and that's really the most fun part but the reality of seeing my permissions get ignored is making me struggle to play this year. We still have like a week or so left so I hope it gets better.

[lazymonth]

The concept of Attack and other special skills of my Ocs when they enter Wondergøtten

[ Wondergøtten made by @danisha-tdh ]

A little bit talking about Truila Cybug power : While Turbo got the claws, Trulia got the whole arms reference from before she got to the Wondergøtten Trulia edit her own code mixing with Cybug code while she’s hiding in The racer Hero’s duty

▶ The frenzy mode is when Truila attacked enough enemies The frenzy mode will be charged and can use it to boot up physical power. Her appearance will change too by have some part of Cybug form showing up. She’s also more aggressive too ( btw Cassie doesn't have Frenzy mode )

I’m trying to be creative as possible about theirs power but the fact that both of them have a hard reference from Tubro / King candy sometimes it’s cannot be avoided that they’ll have a some similarity 😔

Bonus concept ↷

Quick drawing of a concept of... Anxiety mode? Not sure about the name much but it's a similar concept with Hysteria-Turbo.

When her HP gets very low Truila has a chance to turn into Anxiety mode like a self defense mechanism. Her body will be twisted and start to shift it into 6'5" Hybrid cybug form but look pretty much different from her cybug form she used to look like before got into Wondergøtten

This mode opens the way for cybug code to take over her body. This makes Turila even more aggressive than frenzy mode and becomes pretty dangerous ( I also have an idea that Cassie might have this Anxiety mode too, probably )

I'm not sure that this concept will be a thing for real or not cause it's very similar to Hysteria-Turbo. But It's a fun concept tho!

[medicated-for-public-safety]

So I finally made a One Piece OC that I actually got around to drawing, lol. Meet Jask of the Straw Hat Pirates! I've been trying to get used to drawing chubby and fat characters, and I'm pretty proud of how this one turned out...even if I got lazy and used the same pose for both pre and post time skip lmao.

Name: Coyote Jask Pirate Nickname: Bloody Jaws Jask Birthday: 7/7 Age: 18 (Pre Time skip), 20 (Post Time skip) Height: 157 cm Likes: Fried eel, stuffed animals, jewelry, biting Devil Fruit: Musha Musha no Mi (Chomp Chomp Fruit) The Musha Musha no Mi allows it’s user to ‘chomp’ things, both with their mouth and various parts of their body whenever they are brought together in a ‘biting’ motion. When Jask first joins the Straw hats, she can only ‘chomp’ with her mouth and her hands. After the two years training on an island of seemingly insurmountable obstacles keeping her from escaping said island, she is able to ‘chomp’ with her index finger and thumb for smaller targets, as well as her legs and arms and feet if she brings them together with the intent to ‘chomp’. As her powers get stronger over time and finally awaken, she begins to be able to form temporary mouths all over her body for more powerful ‘chomp’ attacks. Her ‘chomps’ can ‘bite’ through anything except seastone, which nullifies the power of the Devil Fruit. The other downsides to her powers are that she lost her original normal teeth that were replaced by sharp and almost shark-like teeth, as well as how she can taste whatever she ‘chomps’ and how her gums will begin to bleed when she overuses her powers. Haki: Observation Haki and Armament Haki

Personality: Jask is a fiery young woman who is fiercely loyal and almost always up for a laugh. She gets flustered whenever being called ‘cute’, ‘beautiful’, and ‘sweet’, and vehemently denies being so. She also won’t accept a number of romantically inclined pet names. She’s pretty subconscious about being overweight and doesn’t see many of her positive aspects outside of how well of a fighter she is. Jask enjoys making people laugh with her particular brand of blunt and sometimes inappropriate humor, especially if they are upset, and she puts others mental and emotional well-being before her own; especially her crew mates. She suffers from depression and CPTSD, but tries not to let that stop her from living her life.

History: Jask grew up with a loving mother and a narcissistic grandmother fighting over her. Her grandmother constantly tried to turn Jask against her mother, while Jask’s mother fought to keep custody of her daughter. The two often had screaming matches that left Jask curled up in a different room while covering her ears and having an anxiety attack. Jask’s mother often sent Jask and her little brother with her brother’s family at an early age, which left Jask vulnerable. She ended up being abused by her brother’s grandmother’s boyfriend at the tender age of five, resulting in her becoming even more shut in as she kept the secret and guilt of this from everyone but her grandmother. When her grandmother found out, however, she twisted the story around to have Jask’s stepfather wrongly arrested and forced her mother to move them to a different island to get away from the marines until the step-father’s name was cleared.

Jask gained some semblance of normalcy after that, and forgot about her woes as she returned to being a normal child and making friends.

However, when they moved back to her home island when she was eleven, she met her childhood abuser again and everything came back to her in a rush of adrenaline—including the fear.

Her childhood abuser took his time to worm his way back into the family before, one day, he cornered Jask while she was out gathering firewood alone. He’d been followed, however, and when Jask’s mother found the man embracing her clearly terrified child, she realized what he was doing and killed him right then and there. Unfortunately, due to this, Jask’s mother had to leave the island before the marines caught and executed her.

She tucked her children in one last time, kissed them each goodnight, and disappeared into the night with the final words: “I love you. Never forget that.”

While Jask’s mother disappeared, she left something behind for her daughter.

Jask awoke to a small chest on her bedside table. There was a weird looking fruit inside, as well as a note that simply read, “Eat this. When the time comes, find me in the Grand Line”. Jask wasn’t sure what to do with the fruit, and ended up keeping it for a few days, even hiding it from her little brother and step father. As it was one of the last things her mother gave her, it was precious.

But her mother had wanted her to eat it. The note said so.

So, seated in her room by herself, Jask bit into the mysterious fruit. It was bitter, and tasted nasty, but she pushed through and ate the entire fruit. Not sure what to do now, Jask cringed when she felt a pain in her mouth. The pain grew worse, causing her to cry out and blood spilled from her lips and her teeth began to fall out, one by one. By the time her brother ran into her room, Jask had a whole new set of sharp, pointed teeth.

It was Jask’s stepfather that had to explain to her that what she had eaten was known as a Devil Fruit. Jask’s mother had inherited the fruit from her father (Jask’s grandfather that she’d never had the chance to meet), and it was called the Mushi Mushi no Mi. She was now a Chomp Chomp person; not that he knew what that meant.

Jask couldn't figure it out either...at least until she accidentally ‘chomped’ a hole in her bedroom ceiling while playing with her new teeth one night.

From that point on, Jask tested her new powers in secret from the adults; especially her controlling grandmother that was trying to get custody of her once more.

Sometimes her little brother would help her train, and she helped him learn to fight as well as they grew older. Year by year, they gradually got stronger by themselves until a merchant vessel showed up in their town. The ship was looking for new crew members.

Jask, now eighteen and free to do as she pleased despite her grandmother vehemently telling her not to go, signed up for the crew in hopes that they would bring her to the Grand Line. She quickly became the bosun, or boatswain’s, apprentice.

Unfortunately, her new crew didn’t keep her for long.

They abandoned her on an island after she was imprisoned for accidentally using her devil fruit powers. Just when all hope seemed lost, a certain crew of miscreants appeared.

Fun facts: Jask doesn’t actually eat that much, and has trouble eating more than one meal a day. When left to her own devices, she usually only eats a sandwich or a noodle salad since they are easy to make. This has changed since joining the Straw Hats, as Sanji noticed this problem and has reminded Jask to eat more than once a day by making and bringing her snacks.

Jask is the Straw Hat crew’s bosun.

Jask’s reason for going out to sea is to find her mother.

Jask’s little brother joined the Marines for the same reason, not that she knows this as she hasn’t seen him since she left her home island.

Jask sleeps with and carries a purple bat stuffed animal with her at all times, keeping it safely tucked into a pack on her back. It’s her emotional support plush and his name is Echo. She’s had to patch a hole in his ear after a run-in with some marines post-time skip.

Jask likes jewelry a lot, mainly necklaces and rings, though she doesn’t wear much since she doesn’t want to risk losing or damaging valuable luxury items like that. Still, she wears one necklace and, after the time skip, a second necklace with a shark tooth and an anklet with a single bead on it.

Jask tends to bite people when she gets angry to the point that she draws blood. She’s had this habit since she was a child.

She also bites the people she’s fond of, usually on the arms or shoulders. These affection bites never draw blood.

Whenever the depression gets to be too much, Jask can often be found hiding in small, cramped spaces below deck.

The tattoos that Jask showed up with after the time skip were given to her by the tribe she stayed with during the two years. Each band represents a trial she passed during her time with the tribe as she prepared to take on the thick ring of supposedly impassable mountains surrounding the island and keeping the tribe isolated there.

[changelingsandothernonsense]

3, 8, and 10 for Josh?

Hello! Gonna answer these numbers from appearance :3

👕3. Is there something about your character's appearance that they would change if possible? Josh is extremely self-conscious about his Corprus burn scars. They cover most of his body and have resulted in the amputation of part of his right foot and most of his right pectoral. They are painful to the touch in a way that makes his skin feel too tight. He wears tightly wrapped bandages to compress what he can when he's going about his day to day and most of the time he can play his wrapped hands off as sparing tape. He has a variety of stories about how he got them. The stories about the Nerevarine don't mention his extensive scaring anymore, and he's not inclined to start correcting people on it. If someone does get close enough to him to see him without his armour then he usually just says he was attacked by a wizard. There was a time when he blamed Red Mountain erupting but as the decades dragged on that became less feasible. He sometimes blames them on dragons once it became readily apparent those exist now. For a long time his anxiety over how he looks kinda ate into his sex life. He fucks in the dark and rarely disrobes entirely to avoid questions. Anything more than that and he finds he just can't continue. He just gets into his head far too much. Seeing him vulnerable like that is a level of intimacy he is often uncomfortable with. Which is why he can count those who are that close on one hand.

👕8. Does your character have a physical trait that they're known for? In the late third era it was the Corprus scarring that generally marked him as unquestionably the Nerevarine. Particularly the hand shaped one on his left forearm. Though with that memory fading from the Dunmeri collective consciousness the focus lands back onto Moon-and-Star, the ring he wears on his right pointer finger. But that's pointing the Nerevarine out in a crowd, not Teldryn Ensirhaddon-Sero. Recognising Teldryn in a crowd usually come down to his height and attire. The guy is rarely seen in public without his full suit of armour. (yeah I should properly draw the whole outfit) A chitin helmet, magenta goggles that obscure his eyes, his vermilion scarf that covers his face and the various suits of mixed pieces of netch leather and chitin plate that he's scavenged together over the centuries. He dresses like an old Ashlander and he has the height to carry that illusion. Only by the fourth era, no one really sees any Ashlanders outside of Solstheim anymore, so he just looks like a rough mercenary from the mainland who may or may not be part chimney with how much tobacco he smokes.

👕10. If your character could splurge on a particular garment, what would it be?

Josh really, really adores silk- specifically Urshilaku spun silk but any will make him happy. He owns a lot of expensive silk lounge robes that he wears when he's alone (and little else). His favourite garment is the crimson and gold robe that Erra had made for him when they married (they designed each others as wedding gifts). If he was going to splurge on some Ashlander spun silk it would probably be another robe or another pair of silk lounge slippers that cushion the parts of his foot that are often sore from his prosthesis. Though mostly he just has repairs done on his old stuff. Some of his clothes are centuries old at this point, and he's very sentimental. He spends a lot of money to make a proper robe for someone else though.

OC asks here

[griffincloud]

desire or nightmare for peachleaf :3

Sorry for not getting to this sooner ^^", I was busy and now I'm sick so I may not be super coherent in my rambling

So this will require a "brief" worldbuilding synopsis since Peachleaf is very much intertwined with the non-WC canon part of this WCOC story. But basically, there are basically 3 levels/tiers of existing (best wording I got): you're either alive, in limbo (sort of like The Dark Forest but not really? You don't go there if you're evil; described as "having a paw between being alive and dead" by Tuftbee), and fully dead/StarClan. Most cats go from living straight to being a StarClan cat upon dying, but if you for some reason have some form of "unfinished business" or cannot accept your death, you are now stuck in limbo. A spirit cannot leave this state once stuck there and this limbo state isn't good for the "health" of the spirit. The spirit will slowly become sick or "corrupted" by their feelings of hate and turmoil over their death; if enough time passes, the spirit will fully "corrupt" and become unrecognizable from their former selves. The speed at which this happens relies on how well the spirit keeps themselves at peace, but no spirit is immune from corrupting as spirits are naturally emotional creatures

Corrupted spirits are known to attack and kill the living. But the presence of non-corrupted spirits isn't good either; extended exposure to one unknowingly causes sickness and unexplained stress usually manifesting as anxiety or paranoia

This is where Shepherds come in. Shepherds are unique in the sense that they can see spirits (as cats cannot see spirits with the exception of corrupted spirits when they're about to be attacked by them/when the spirit shows themselves to the cat first) and are gifted the power to help spirits pass on and purify the corrupted spirits. Each Shepherd is born from the same family, descended from the first Shepherd's littermates as Floodfog never had kits of her own. When one Shepherd dies, the eldest kit of the next litter born after they pass will become the next one. Peachleaf is the 11th Shepherd, succeeding Icefern

Now, onto the actual questions...

Desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

To have a voice in the clans (whether that be by taking up a higher-ranking role or otherwise). This isn't a bad desire at all, but she still tries to word this to herself as just wanting to serve the clans and make them better in an attempt to be humble/coy. She doesn't like to draw much attention to herself paradoxically

She chooses to be a Medic since she genuinely wants to help other cats and that is something she feels strongly about, but being a well-respected member of her society is a plus to her. She tries to work hard and aid her leader and clanmates any way she can to earn or keep their respect, even if they already respect her because she's their family (by blood or not)

Nightmare: What does your OC have nightmares about? How do they deal with their nightmares? Do they tell people, or keep it to themself?

Peachleaf has nightmares about seeing her friends, family, and clanmates become corrupted spirits because that means she could not help them not only in life as a Medic but also not in death as a Shepherd. As for how she copes with the idea, I can't particularly go into that too much as that would be leaning into spoiler territory (which I would love to talk about with just mutuals if anyone is curious but it's maybe not the best idea to go into that too much publicly if I wanna turn this into a comic one day) but let's just say, she copes with it in ways that progress the plot. But she largely keeps these fears to herself as she feels it is her burden to bear (and has been sworn to secrecy by Tuftbee, her great-grandmother and the 8th Shepherd as she feels that's what you're supposed to do) but she does console in a select few cats about her duties and fear of failing those duties such as Sterletcurl, Ripplingbreeze, Sizzlingpond, Xanthiawing, and of course Tuftbee

Prompts List

[voidapocalypse]

Welcome to the Void Apocalypse

Hello! This is technically my second ask-blog, but also not a ask-blog? I don't know what to call this blog, it's just my Void blog I guess! Anyways, this AU seemingly takes place after gourmands quest (Still figuring time frame out but this seems a good time).

Main blog: @unknownanomoly Other RW ask-blog: @ask-the-other-side Andy's Ask-blog: @andysaskblog SCP Blog: @this-is-a-scp-blog Artfight: Mistakens_art Discord: Server Toyhouse: [May add one soon for this AU at least] Commissions: OPEN 0/5 slots

Ask Box: OPEN

Requests: OPEN

WARNING!! Before you proceed!!!

This Au involves a LOT of sensitive topics!!! Such as abuse, suicide mentions, depressions, anxiety disorders, mental disorders, yandere stuff, gore/blood, body horror, death, undead, infection/virus, child death, please proceed at your own risk!!

Prologue:

A long time ago, around when spearmaster was made (Thousands of years before) he was sent out on a mission to see what was wrong with Five Pebbles. When he got there, Five Pebbles was dripping with a void fluid substance and ended up attacking spearmaster, infecting him with the void virus (Send me any better name ideas for the virus if you have one!). After spearmaster was infected he started infecting other creatures, and the virus quickly spread throughout the entire rainworld. For a while it seemed it was contained within the walls of the 5P and LTTM area, but one certain slugcat was sent to help moon, and ended up bringing the virus over the walls and into outer expanse, where it spread more. This virus affects EVERYTHING, nothing is safe from it, nothing can hide. The virus spreads from either bites, wounds, or any substance that comes from the infected such as "blood", slobber, tears, etc.

Cure: None found yet

You may for this blog: ~Ask AU questions ~Request drawings ~Ask me things (Preferred if this is on main blog tho) ~Send me your OCs to draw ~And IDK anything else you can think off NO suggestive or sexual asks or requests please

You may send me your OCs and I can draw them in this AU's style if you wish! Just be aware they WILL BE anthropomorphized if they are not already! So if your not alright with this please don't send your characters to me!! You can also send me Iterator OCs if you wish as Iterators also play a big part in this AU! Also if I like your character enough I might add them as filler/background characters if needed, if you are also not comfortable with this please don't send your character to me! If you want to send me any other creature, I'll allow it, but only scavengers will be anthro, lizards and any other creature will not, and also most other creatures besides scavvy, iterator, and slugcat, will most likely be like 95% of the time infected, so also be aware of that, if you really wish me not to make them infected but REALLY want me to draw them, just tell me, I don't bite I promise, plus I don't think I can bite through the screen anyways!! ^w^

Main Characters:

Survivor ~ Ref (Slugcat) Monk ~ Ref (Slugcat) Gourmand ~ Ref (Snaildog) Spearmaster ~ Ref (Snaildog) Hunter ~ Ref (Slugcat) Artificer ~ Ref (Slugcat) Pearlcat ~ Ref (Snaildog) Saint ~ Ref (Slugcat) ??? ~ Ref (Snaildog)

Main Villians:

Void Watcher ~ Ref (Slugcat??) 5P ~ Ref SOS ~ Ref

Main Side Characters:

Rivulet ~ Ref (Slugcat) Freckles ~ Ref (Slugcat) Vinki ~ Ref (Snailcat/Slugdog) Drone Master ~ Ref (Snaildog) Karma ~ Ref (Slugcat??) Pearlpup ~ Ref (Snaildog) SRS ~ Ref NSH ~ Ref LTTM ~ Ref CW ~ Ref UI ~ Ref ??? ~ Ref (Slugcat)

Side Characters (Friends OCs):

Side Characters (Others OCs):

Other Animals:

Scav king ~ Ref Monk's Lizards ~ Ref Mr. Wigglesworth ~ Ref

[funstarscircusmichealafton]

Had to make some alternate outfits for my fnaf oc, this took even longer than some of my best art pieces 😭

My apologies for not posting ✨any good art✨ (Aka anything besides my ocs) During the past few days, summer break has just started and I’ve been having some major anxiety issues (anxiety attacks almost every other day) so I really need a break from drawing and to finally get therapy. Also my dog has been being super bad lately, meaning I have to put more attention to her, also with an overall lack of motivation to draw I just haven’t been drawing as much , sorry :,)

I much prefer drawing my ocs over drawing fnaf characters , maybe it’s because I can’t draw males and my favorite character is micheal afton so I kinda have to make a (kind of?) genderswap micheal afton oc , she’s not really genderswap, I have just heard people call her that

[swadloom]

Welcome to my Tank!

Mike / Swad, He/him + fish neos if you'd like!

Around-adult-limbo, no more details than that but will respect dnis over age

Directory:

@mj-makoshark - Artblog. I've been drawing my comic ocs lately! Go check it out!

@occasional-pyrrhon - the one where I draw the guy

Pkmn irl roleplay (Main / currently most active): @silver-crowned-riders @rocket-researcher-antares @savior-of-raging-flames

More infrequent pkmn irl blogs: @starblessed-blasterz @therealwormhole-official @cookinguptrouble

Artfight: https://artfight.net/~MJ_Makoshark

I like getting asks, especially on my sideblogs listed above! I can just be slow and too perfectionist with replying to things. Also im anxious and forget things a lot. Reminders are fine 👍

if you're obsessed with fawning over pairings between kids and adults and call ppl who hate that antis uhm don't come to my house and I won't go to yours. I don't do call outs and anon hate I say "ew gross" to myself and keep walking and go lalala

Mutuals feel free to tell me if you need an "x don't look" tag or the like

Main interests / Things I might post about a lot:

🦢 #ki - kid icarus uprising my biggest old hyperfixation ever that gives me a heart attack if I think about it too long

🌞 #guy tag - posts that have mister pyrrhon kid icarus's spirit in their hearts. I hyperfixated on him so hard as a young teen during lockdown that I thought god hated me I am not joking.

🐱 #creatures - animal guys

🐝 #music tag mix of posts with music and posts about the guys who make it. They might be giaaants boy

🦈 #disney atlantis - My favorite movie my beautiful fuckeing wife

🐉 #d&d - I'm just now getting to play it again after a lot of shitty history with it but I mostly half-enjoy half-complain about the setting and monsters, and also love miniature painting

🐾 #pkmn - my last interest that I can cling onto for more than 3 seconds before being pulled back into sun guy abyss. I love elgyem

Usually original posts about each of these use the full game / show etc names and such

Other tags

🐠 #mecore - posts that are me

🐏 #rambles - The posts that make me sound the most like a Poster posting Posts to the internet. You'll get what I mean maybe

🦜 #vocabulary altering posts - a verbal stim art gallery of sorts

🎮 #michael gaming - Posting about my experiences with different games, especially might use if I otherwise wouldn't put it in a main tag

#👾 - Vague space and/or alien and/or technology and/or horror adjacent stuff tag idk how to explain this oneee :ppp

I can have a hard time talking about some of my interests or even engaging with them without embarassment or anxiety (especially kid icarus) but most discussions I'm up for now. saying things about Pyrrhon is a physical need just i might start growling and walking around to calm down if I see official art or game screenshots of him I'm sure you can understand </3

[makshu]

Another OC! And this time with digital drawing! :D

This is an OC of a pjo RPG that I'm going to participate in, and if everything goes well, the first session will be this Saturday :)

Without further ado, here it is!

This is Raviel Belmonte, a 15 year old boy, son of Hipnos.

A boy who is going through a lot of problems and all he wanted most was to see his father at least once. He was born in Brazil and lived there until he was 5 years old, then moved to the USA and lives there to this day with his mother and older sister. He is about to discover his true origin, little does he know that he is actually a demigod.

Some fun facts about him:

• His nickname is Ravi;

• He is American and Brazilian, having been born in Brazil but having an American mother (in short, he has dual citizenship);

• He has dyslexia, ADHD, OCD, anxiety and insomnia;

• Every moment he is falling asleep, making people around him have to wake him up. Even so, he cannot sleep at night, having exchanged day for night over the years;

• He is 1.72 tall (5,6 feet I think), making him shorter than his mother and sister;

• In relation to the other characters in the RPG, he is one of the oldest;

• He is fluent in both English and Portuguese (having more ease in English due to its simpler grammar);

• Even though he prefers to speak English, he likes the Portuguese language more for its lyricism;

• When he speaks English you can notice that he has a slight Brazilian accent;

• He has a diary where he shares his life experiences, and to have less chance of someone reading it, he writes the diary in Portuguese (note: this diary has a physical version that is being made by me for the RPG :))

• Most of the clothes he wears (the sweatshirt in the drawing included) are made by his mother;

• He's bisexual and uses he/him (but if you used they/them he wouldn't mind);

• He attacks using a bow and arrow

• In RPG terms: He is a warrior and arcane (wizard) (system used: Tormenta20)

• And, I have a playlist inspired by him :)

Well that's all! I'm really excited to play with him :)

And I really liked this drawing too! (it was done in traditional form and then transferred to digital)

Thank you for your attention ^^

[carpehistoryandthepens]

Legacy (what is a legacy?) Part 16

It’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see I wrote some notes at the beginning of a song someone will sing for me

Hamilton, the world was wide enough. LMM.

one, two, three, four, Five, six seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen

Summary: Mike is 13. Born May 2009. Sid didn’t know he had a son. All Mike had was hope and a prayer for his and his half-sister’s safety.

(Sid is a dad of a teen he didn’t know about AU) Sidgeno.

Warnings: (for the total story) post-child abuse (all off-screen but it affects things and is spoken about often), learning how to parent, panic attacks, anxiety, based on the 22-23 season, that said last season when i wrote these tags originally, but hey, it takes me a LONG time to write, so now its no longer last season, OCs?, the realization about sexuality. Post breakups. Desperate lack of in-depth research for CPS in both PA/CA, melodrama?, kidfic, angst, slowburn, playing fast and loose with the law for drama/storytelling purposes

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Sid and Geno chose to order dinner rather than try to make anything from the kitchen in the same way they sometimes communicated on the ice during a play: simultaneously and with good practice. Of course, that commutation tended to be about power plays, and now Sid should really get to the net so Geno could get the puck to him, but sometimes it's pizza.

One of the Italian places near them made good in-season meals and pizza for the kids. Geno mocked him for not having an app for the place or a food delivery service, but Sid would rather call in and talk to a person instead of ordering from a faceless app.

There was also the fact that until Mike and Marisol came into his life a few weeks ago, he didn't need a kid-friendly delivery service.

All Sid had to do was call in the order, but he had no idea what the kids wanted. How was he supposed to be a good father? After this afternoon, Sid was determined to be the best father he could be.

Some of that had to have played across his face as Geno laughed and told him to go ask. Geno admonished him to remember that he wouldn't be perfect without practice.

Sid knocked on Mike and Marisol's door, looking over the crumpled computer paper that had now decorated the entrance. He hadn't noticed when Marisol was actually drawing, but it appeared a few days ago.  

Marisol had drawn a landscape with a sun smiling down on three people on what Sid thought was ice. The ground was blue, at least; it could be water, but the two taller figures had black skates on. The most petite person, whom Sid assumed was Marisol, wore white skates. They were all holding hands, with Marisol in the middle. Sid's person was black and yellow, with what looked like an attempt at an "87" in a childish hand scrawled on the chest. Mike's number was in purple and gold – much like the Kings' old jersey – but Sid wasn't sure of the number. Sid assumed it was his former team's colors.

Marisol opened the door and looked up to meet Sid's eyes. Sid wasn't sure he would ever get over the height difference between him and her—she was so small. Despite her yawning, she was awake.

"Hello Mari, is your brother up?"

She blinked at him and nodded rather than responding verbally. Marisol opened the door fully to show that Mike and Nikita had crashed on Mike's bed. Both of them were curled around each other, and it was adorable. Sid nearly died of adorableness just looking at the two boys. He needed a picture to show Geno and the rest of the team. Anna would be so pleased.

He reached into his pocket for his phone before Helena's warning from a few days before floating back.

"No photos! I don't know you well, Mr. Crosby, but I don't think it will be an issue. However! California and Pennsylvania don't allow minors with contested guardianship to have their images used online. It wouldn't be safe for them."

Sid took his hand out of his pocket, leaving the phone where it was. Anna would have to settle for a story rather than a photo. He would do anything to keep his kids safe, even if it meant he couldn't share all the cute things that his kids did. While unfortunate—he wanted to be like the dads on the team, always with new photos—Sid could do without.

Marisol returned to playing with a set of dolls on the floor, clearly in the middle of some story. Jeff had shown up a few days ago with the dolls, saying his girls didn't want or need them anymore and that they had insisted the dolls go to someone who would love them. Marisol's eyes lit up when she saw the dolls for the first time, so Sid was pretty sure Jeff's girls would be pleased with where they ended up. So Sid had been grateful because he didn't understand what Marisol would like. They hadn't had much chance to get her toys yet. Sid mentally set the next off day to ensure they got stuff for her soon. Nikita's toys were enough for now, but she needed more of her own stuff.

"Can I play?" Sid let the boys sleep momentarily and followed Marisol to the dolls. "How are you feeling?" he asked, settling beside her at her nod.

"Muy cansada." She yawned, with as much of the energy he had come to expect of her post-nap self, "You be Dad. I'm Bluey." She ordered – neither of the dolls in her hands were of the dogs from the cartoon he had heard a lot about from the dads on the team. He didn't know much about Bluey, but Mike had put it on a few times in both English and Spanish, so Sid figured he would know soon.

Sid took a doll from her hand and tried desperately to remember what cansada was in Spanish while ignoring the simple 'you be Dad' felt like. He had just heard it on the TV program they had been watching yesterday morning. Something about sleep? But it was before the character had gone to bed…

Tired. It meant tired. Marisol was tired.

As they played for a bit, Sid gently talked to Marisol, trying to learn more about her feelings and whether she was doing better. It was hard because she kept answering in Spanish, and Sid was sure it was just as disjointed as her English. With Sid's Spanish being… not good, to say the least, it was a bit of a struggle following along. It was better than it was a month ago, but not good. But he kept on trying.

Besides feeling tired, he had to find out what she was experiencing. Once he was reassured that she wasn't upset anymore or had too many immediate emotional reactions to the day, he gently asked, "Do you want pizza for dinner?"

She nodded quickly, dropping her dolls, "Pizza! I want pizza. With pepperoni and cheese!" She was loud enough to wake the boys.

Nikita was the first to move. Still filled with the energy of children, he was not as tired as Marisol. He woke up and nearly vaulted off the bed like Sid had expected Marisol to do.

Mike was a much slower-to-wake-up teenager. "Pizza?" Mike asked, voice thick with sleep but somehow still processing. Food did that to hungry hockey players, especially when they were in their teens. Mike could and probably would, especially after today - both being on the ice for the first time in a while and Marisol's panic attack – finish the entire pie by himself.

Sid nodded, hiding a laugh at the hungry teenager presented before him. "Yeah, Pizza. What do you want?" He should know his kid's pizza order. That's a thing parents know, right?

Mike raddled off an order of toppings that Sid felt needed to write down; he still sounded half asleep. Marisol's order was much easier to remember.

"Hold on," Sid said, reaching for his phone to write it all down. Nikita was already giving him a basic order, saying that Sid had seen Geno eat a time or two in their youth—lots of tomatoes and mushrooms.

Once Nikita was done talking, Mike's brain seemed entirely online, and he immediately backpedaled. "Cheese would be fine," he said, looking away toward Marisol.

Marisol didn't even notice; she and Nikita played with the dolls and talked about pizza.

Sid sighed internally; someday, Mike would allow himself to take up room. "One meat lover with green pepper and jalapenos." He said firmly, using a little of the captain's voice he had for rookies who were nervous for their first games. He tapped the order into his notes app.

Mike looked up, and despite some of the worry and stress still on his face, even after the nap, he smiled. For once, he looked like the teenager he was rather than a lost child.