#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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[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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dedicated to @sassenashsworld 💚

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[carpehistoryandthepens]

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.

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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.

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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!

[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

[myuniversesexplained]

This is a blog I created to explain all my ideas

Allowed things;

-draw ocs for these universes

-ask questions

-ask me for character ideas

Forbidden things;

-NSFW

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Universe 1 (underside);

Chaotic, 00b is a planet full of creatures called blooms, which are extremely friendly, but one day, the planet was invaded by other aliens, and through the innocence of the blooms, they tried make friends with these other aliens, but the aliens explored the blooms and the planet, several years later, we have species that try to hide from these aliens and their "dominator", called HASS.

under-side characters;

-Eric

He is rude, has curly blond hair, brown skin and black eyes, he and Vincius are twin brothers, he is 17 years old

-Vinnicius

Does not speak, communicates through code or other forms of language, usually has a neutral expression, always, but does flappy stim when happy, has black hair, white skin, and black eyes, 17 years old

-Deyne Ward

25 years old, he is kind and calm, a great cook, avoids fights, can kill 50 people in 3 minutes, traumatized, has social anxiety disorder, white skin, gray eyes, black hair, red streak

-Okanami

24 years old, friend of Deyne, uncle of Eric and Vinicius, he is arrogant, maybe deaf, doesn't understand metaphors, very direct at the wrong times, mature, rude, black hair, white streak, blue eyes, white skin

-Osak

a BTW creature, but with human anatomy, wears a blue hood, can open portals, shy, friend of aoki, Frollow, Saka Zoom, yahunna, and bin

-Aoki (or Carlos Angus)

hat head, dumb, naive, idiot, can't spell 'red', blank white eyes, can only open his mouth with his eyes closed, afraid of bananas, can transform into a hat

-frollow (Or Angus)

Aoki's cousin, Pillow Head, is very shy and fearful, he can transform into a pillow or a pillow cat, but his personality is reversed when he transforms into a pillow cat, is afraid of everything

-Saka Zoom

Drill ears (actually, his ears are holes under the drill) impulsive, very agitated, likes to play with Aoki

-Adam Ruslan

Okanami's boyfriend, he was one of the HASS soldiers, red hair, dark skin, brown eyes, 26 years old

-Kisane

[dead] 34 years old, impulsive and chaotic, Okanami's big sister, mother of eric and vinicius, crazy, died robbing a store as usual, but the salesman handed her over to HASS

-Mateo Jones

Kisane's husband, 45 years old, veteran, traumatized, is not taken seriously by Eric

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second universe ("new heroes")

a universe where society needs heroes, so a company emerges, called "New heroes", which intends to create new heroes, doing several experiments, they create 0294 (Sanemi), 0299 (pokko), 0301 (soouto), 0304 (Misake) and 0327 (Tsarki), the three most well-developed experiments (the others are still babies), but they have their problems.

-Misake

Has no eyes, telepathy and telekinesis, gray hair and brown skin

17 years old

-Sanemi

illegal, attack and repulsion and damage cancellation, crazy, the only one who can understand her is misake

19 years old

-Tsarki

shy, absorption of material and Fusion

16 years old

-Soouto

quiet, manipulation of structure of immobile things

18 years old

-Pokko

He also has no eyes, turquoise skin, a super loud scream and can also hear very well.

18 years old

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third universe (Leen's world)

a website, called "Leen's world", where you interact with an NPC called Leen, and with the success of the game, they decided to create a new one, where you enter the game, which they didn't tell you, is that there is no way to get out of this new game, and now, you are part of this game, which to make matters worse, is a horror game (like knito pet), and you can be controlled by the game's AI

Leen's World Characters;

-Leen

The 'npc of the game', he is very kind and nice, but he doesn't trust anyone.

He has dark blue hair and eyes, brown skin, and a hat.

-mizu

(in game);

He is very humble and affectionate, gay.

he has blue hair, purple eyes, white skin.

(out of the game);

He is always tired and exhausted, and sleeps a lot.

He has a disease that makes his stamina tiny, and he is teased for it.

Orphan, purple hair, brown eyes and white skin,

-Maza and Mari (or Yhanai)

(in game);

Maza is optimistic and cheerful, naive and innocent.

Mari is grumpy and reserved, boring and bad-tempered.

the upper eye corresponds to maza, and the lower one to mari.

(If you say 'yhanai' you will be referring to both of them)

(Out of the game);

He is a single person, he has a dual personality, the first personality corresponds to Maza and the second to Mari.

Orange hair, dark skin, brown eyes

-Deraki

(In game);

An annoying green cyclops, he is the game's humorist, he usually irritates Leen by asking him to kiss Mizu, and sometimes asks Leen to admit to being gay.

(out of the game);

a very well-known prince, prince abel, he is usually cheerful and optimistic, but this is just a mask, he cares about the poor part of the country, but his family forces him to ignore it

-Gofgob (or Goliath Aiken)

-Hitode (or Ryan Miller)

-Adaki (or Isaac)

-Elian Miller

-Miguel Michelangelo miller

-milly

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Fourth universe (chaotic camp);

Your parents received a proposal to work in another country, but they can't take you, so they leave you in a seemingly normal camp, with the owner of the camp David, when your parents leave,David acts strange, so he ends up turning into a kind of human anthropomorphic crocodile, you get scared, and run away, and bump into your nephew, who also is an anthropomorphic animal, he starts talking to you, and finally David finds you, he acts like he is not an anthropomorphic creature, he acts naive and innocent, he is not one of the best characteristics for a camp leader, then they explain to you that everyone there is an anthropomorphic animal, who can transform into a human, and everyone lives in harmony in this camp (harmony in a single second, this business is very disorganized)the place looks like a paradise for children, but, you don't feel comfortable with all of them just acting like children.

Chaotic Camp Characters:

-David

An anthropomorphic crocodile, green, Asperger, innocent, naive, a bit dumb, can't get angry (if he gets angry he starts crying like a baby), childish, optimistic, 26 years old (yeah, I know, he doesn't look like it), the leader of the camp.

-Otto

David's nephew,an anthropomorphic cat, has 6 arms, is white, has purple eyes, pink iris, and white pupils, likes to see everything in order, is calm, can calm everyone at the camp, is 14 years old.

(other characters I'm still creating)

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fifth universe (AWCATA)

("AWCATA" is an acronym for "Everyone Can Against the Apocalypse")

In this universe, I take all the character designs that I just did for the sake of it and don't use them and put them in this single universe

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Bonus characters;

-Yuj

-Tac

-∆[⟩ミ(or Azim)

ADE (or Nai)

-Gizu

-Serkaik

-Forgie

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(I think you'll like it :> [Bobby, frog, and yoursimp])

@bobbyth3b3arhug

@fantastic-frog2

@yoursimp098

[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

#👾 - 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 ^^

[the-whumpening]

Meet the Character Monday #1

Eddie Glenn - Son of Bat

[Image ID: A sketch of my OC, Eddie Glenn. He sits hunched over, with his elbows on his knees, looking to the left of the screen. One hand is by his mouth, and he appears to be biting his thumbnail. Eddie has fair, curly hair and wears a hoodie and shorts. He's missing his ring finger on his right hand. The drawing is all in shades of blue. /End ID]

Basic Info:

Name: Edward (Eddie) Glenn

Age: 24

Birthday: Feb 14 (Aquarius)

Height: 5' 4" (162.5 cm)

Hair: Blond

Eyes: Blue

Favorite Color: Blue

Gender ID and Orientation: Pansexual; not overly pressed about gender. If he really sat down to think about it, he may identify as agender, but for now cis male is fine.

Pronouns: He/him mostly, but he doesn't mind others.

Other: Is autistic and ADHD

What's Eddie's role in the band? Eddie co-founded Son of Bat with James shortly after high school. He is the primary drummer, and he also designs the band's album art and merch.

Fun Facts about Eddie:

He thinks horses are kinda gross. Why are they like that?

Tarzan is his favorite Disney movie, and inspired his love of Phil Collins.

He believed in Santa until he was around 13-14. (Despite growing up Jewish herself, Eddie's mom wanted to give him as much of a "standard American" childhood as she could, including a secular Christmas.)

His sleep cycle is hyucked, so he usually ends up sleeping on the couch rather than his bed. Technically, he and Vince shared a room until Vince moved in with Cassandra.

He had to have his right ring finger amputated due to an infected injury at 12 years old. Luckily, he's left-handed.

Because of his AuDHD, he tends to forget to eat/misses hunger cues and struggles with low blood sugar, so he always keeps snacks/candy in his pockets for emergencies. Plus, gum is a great subtle stim and sour candy helps calm anxiety attacks.

Biggest Secret: Maybe not the biggest, but he's never told anyone that when he and James first met, he had a bit of a crush on him. As they got to know each other better, it quickly shifted into a more brotherly/platonic love, but he would still die of embarrassment if anyone found out.

Inspired by this post by @amaralionelli. I might not do all of those specific prompts, but I'm working on ideas for how I can rework it for my preferences. Also, this was just a lazy sketch so there's a ton of mistakes, pls don't judge lol

[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.

[tirededuxhours]

Meet Cabbie! He's my Tadc oc ::3

✧: CHAR INFO!!

・Name: Cabbie(Cubby)

・Age: [error]

・Gender/Pronouns: He/They/It/Ze/Fae

・Sexuality: Ace/Demi

・Species: Fluogen/Lava Lamp Caterpillar Plush Animatronic

Height/Weight: 7'3" 10.89-376.2 pounds(can fluctuate if wanted)

・Illnesses/mental health probs: Depression, Adhd, Autism, Mild hallucinations (auditory, visual, and scent), social anxiety disorder, insomnia, mild asthma/trouble breathing, sensory processing disorder, chronic pain and frequently (silent) panic attacks, might also have did/osdid(he isn't sure)

・Personality: Cabbie is a large gental giant, wanting to treat everyone with kindness and respect. He doesn't talk much, though when he does it's a low rumble sound or using some sort of lingo from the 1920s, 1990s, or from fiction (i.e. steampunk or videogames). His references are all over the place, mostly because he can't remember which timezone he was from.

He's sweet, slow, and quiet and will never pass judgment onto others unless they really grind his gears.

✧: STATS!!

・Strengths/Weaknesses: Calm during crisis, soaks up information like a sponge, can knitt/sew, he can lift on a good day up to twice his max body weight. While being the jack of all trades he is slow at communication and have bad days where he can't do anything he normally can.

・Magic(yes/no): yes

・LV/AT: ???

・HP/DF: ???

✧: ABILITIES!! (only if `yes` magic)

・Description: Music. The audials/headphones on his head emite constant music into his skull but if needed he can cause auditory illusions for one or more persons. He can also use the headphones to listen to his surroundings more in depth but he uses that only when he needs to fight.

・Weapons: hatchets/axes would be his primary go to for weaponry whole scythes and Sickles is his close second. He is more equipped to do hand to hand verses distance.

✧: OTHER INFO!!

・Fears: Crowds, Porcelain dolls, Needles

・Hobbies: Drawing, Listening to music, Writing

・Birthday: [Error]

・Likes: Coffee(coffee addict before tadc, coffee addict now), dark places, alone time, plushies, nests, bugs

・Dislikes: crowds, people shouting(hurts his ears), the lava lamp star in his chest, touch(picky on who he allows to touch him)

・Is your character ok with romance?: yep!

AU or outcode? Yes.

・Occupation: ???

・Backstory: [error]

✧: RELATIONSHIP INFO!!!

・Family members: ???

・Lover(s)/ Crush(s): Mal, Kinger, DJ MM

・Enemies: Monty(doesn't like how loud he is)

・Friends: Jax, Ragatha, Pomni, Sun/Moon, etc

・Pets: Two rats Mal made him that just chill in his Bedroom

NSFW Notes

➤Name: Cabbie(Cubby)

➤Kinks: Mommy/Daddy, Leashes and collars, Size difference, voyeurism, more to be added

➤Genitalia: Cunt mainly, but can summon an ecto dick if needed, though rarely

➤Description of their 'assets': Pierced, no one knows where he got his clit/dick pierced especially in tabc but they are. They are also the same colours as the lava lamp chest.

➤Favorite Position(s): he doesn't have one

➤Switch,Top,Bottom?: Bottom mainly, rarely a top

➤Limits: depends on kinks and his comfort levels of touch in the moment. Diaper and bodily fluid kinks are an automatic no.

➤Preferred type of sex: he likes to service his partner verses being serviced himself.

➤Masochist or sadist?: masochist mostly