#tried some digital painting and i personally like how it came out :]

[circusclowne]

osc gift exchange 2024! @justanapplenothinghere

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[cosmic-spider]

Jax x fem reader flower prank

Ok the flower prank is when you get flowers for yourself and telling your s/o thanks for the flowers. You could also say that that flowers came with a card that said thanks from secret admirer.

It was another day in the amazing digital circus. Your boyfriend, Jax I was born and came into your room to see if you had anything to do. That was interesting.

Do you know they had had a plan to prank your boyfriend. Since he is very good at pranking others and you want to give him a little bit of his own medicine.

Since the last prank he pulled on. You was a bit mean, and you lost half of your wardrobe to paint canons. So you were wearing a pair of his overalls over a sweater you had.

Right now you both were on you couch watching some drama show that you had on your TV. As he was basically sitting on your couch, and you sitting on his lap as he hugged you from behind.

After a bed, there was a knock at the door, and you told Jax that you were going to check the door.

He only gave you a slight nod as the drama show that was on was very interesting. As you got up from his lap then went to the door.

After a few second he head you give a surprised and happy sound. After you opened the door to your room. He was curious on why are you react that way so he turned his head from the TV to see what was going on.

The moment he did, he saw you at the no close door as you had a bouquet of flowers in your hands with the slightly surprised and optimistic look on your face.

Hmm? What’s that?

He asked as you walked back to the couch and he passed the TV. Then stud up and walked over to you. With one of the most confused face he made yet.

I don’t know I just open the door and saw this bouquet of flowers in front of it? Did you get them for me?

You told him as you close the door behind you and walks closer to Jax. As Jax paused the TV and got of the couch and walked over to you.

Well no I didn’t but if I did I wouldn’t do things like this. I would have brought it them with me and given them to you from the start.

He said in a bit of a sassy manner as he looked at the bouquet of flowers that you had in your hands. Then noticed a small card in between a few of the flowers.

Hmm what’s this?

He then took out the card out the bouquet and started to read the card.

So what dose it say?

You asked trying so hard to not break you acting, and stay confused and curious as you try to keep the prank going.

Well it’s a love poem and at the end it says from a secret admirer.

Jax then looks at the note and then back at you as you held the bouquet in your hands admiring the rose flowers. He then got a bit of a jealous and pissed off look.

He then walked up next to you and took the bouquet of roses out of your hands.

Plus roses! That’s pretty cliché and boring. I would have gotten you some flowers that tell what you mean to me.

You then got a bit nervous on what he was going to do now that he had the bouquet in his hands now.

What are you doing with the flowers?

You asked a bit worried now that he has them.

I’m going to ask everyone if they sent then to you then give them back to the person that got them for you.

Jax told you as he held the flowers up high so you can’t get them. As he walked to the door and do what he said.

Wow what no need to do that the flowers are nice and you don’t need to do that.

You told him as you try to get the flowers back that you got for yourself. Before Jax tried got rid of them.

What! Why do you care about the flower so much? I can get you better ones myself.

Jax’s asked confused on why you cared about the flowers so much. Then he opens the door to get out of your room and ask everyone on how gave the flowers to you.

Wait NO! You don’t have to go and ask who gave them to me!

You told in a panic and went in front of the door. Blocked him from exiting( well as best as you could.)

Well why do you care so much are you seeing someone behind my back? Or something like that?

Jax asked as you held on the door and trying will everything you have to not let him leave your room. As he trying to get you to let go of the door without being to hard on you.

ITS A PRANK!

You yelled out so Jax doesn’t go around and trying to find who the secret admirer that doesn’t exist is.

What? The only think Jax said as you finally reached your breaking point and yelled out the truth.

The flowers and… the note. It’s a prank.

You toldJax as you stop blocking the door. And looked up at him with a nervous smile as he looked down at you with a bit of a pissed off and surprised look. You couldn’t tell which one he was actually at the moment.

You what?!

He asked you in a very straightforward and bit more pissed off voice, and you would expect

I Pranked, you

You said quietly, looking down at the floor, not wanting to look at the face Jax was making.

For a few seconds, he thought he was very mad at you since you didn’t respond. Until you heard a little chuckle turn into almost crazy laugh.

Huh?

Was the only thing that you said as you were so confused as to why he was laughing.

Oh.. doll face haha

Jax then put his hand on his face covering up almost all of it.

You got me good~

He finally said as he lifted a bit of his hand showing the side of his face that had a that cocky grin and sly eye that he has.

What?

Was the only thing you responded with as you were still so confused as ever. But now you had a bit of blush on you cheeks from that face he made.

You did good darling~

Jax then leans forward down to your hight. Putting his hands on his knees, and then kisses your cheek.

You pranked me~

He then stud up and gave the bouquet of roses back to you.

I’ve been the longes one in here. Well after Kinger that is, but still.

He then walked back to the couch an sat down as he jesters you to join him. You then walked close to him as you put the bouquet in a already prepared vase you had. Then placing it on a desk of to the side.

No one has been able to prank me back successfully~ We’ll until you darling~

Jax then turned his show back on. And pulled you into his lap as if nothing happened.

But I will say this. You had me worried for a bit there. I was ready to go fight whoever gave you the roses.

He then started to softy kiss your neck.

What?! Why!

Jax stoped his kisses on your neck. And then whispers in your ear.

Well your my girlfriend and if any want to date you or even try to. They are king have to go throw me first~

He finally said then kissed your lips.

Plus if I were to get you flowers. I would get you some that were more unique just like the girl I loves a prankster like me~

[evelmiina]

Love your work! I wanted to ask what your process is like when it comes to coming up with a design/composition to a piece? Do you have any specific methods you use or it is more improvised:)? Thanks!

I'd say both - method and improvisation. To me all pictures are basically shapes organized in a pleasing way. Even when I draw lines I think more about overall shapes together and how I feel about them. There's a lot to consider about design and composition, some pretty smart books on the subject are Marcus Mateu-Mestre: Framed Ink and Hans Bacher: Vision - color and composition for film. I'm still learning all the time and I make mistakes but I think method to making composition comes down to: readability and narrative intention, moving from simplicity to complex. But it's also fun and important to play around and see what works, that's why my process is not always the same and I can show some examples. Here are the sketches and final I did for my Magic card illustration:

This is my go-to method when I want to rely on tried and true process and I know I won't get lost once I start drawing/painting because I can rely on my steps. I don't always do things this way, but for paid work I want the client to have as clear idea of my intention as possible. The reasoning why 3 worked the best is because it's more dynamic and dimensional than 2, but more readable than 1. It also best showcases how the tower is supposed to be huge, something that was important for the design.

This on the other hand was personal work and I approached it in more relaxed way just to see where it goes. Still I think what made me want to finish it is I liked the variety of shapes and rhythm of the room, like how the screens lead towards the doorway, lot of rectangles but varied in their size and angle. If it was client work I probably would've been called out in the sketch, because the focal point is this empty wall that makes no sense. I came up with the idea of shadow of a window while making it and in the end it worked, but it was an example how I made a big design problem for myself that I was gambling on to figure out.

This one had very specifically just one photo reference, but I did the sketch to put down the essentials of what I was seeing in the photo. In the end I referenced dog's face and pose more from the photo so it looks more natural, which was also funnier than my own initial interpretation

Sometimes the initial comp just doesn't pan out exactly. I did the sketch for this Unicorn fanart and I even drew the interior at some point, but it just Did Not Work for me, I also discarded the idea of medieval dragon in the statue for same reason. So it sat in my folder for a while until I could look at it again and after taking a break, I still liked the statue and the general idea, but decided to make the surroundings easier to look at so that the statue stands out better.

When I did the sketch for this dragon I wanted it to feel big and heavy, like lifting its head from the ground. But I didn't want to do vertical picture which lead me to painting over digitally and extending the picture, then painting the whole thing traditionally anyway.

[berrystarred]

Megatronus X Orion Pax

Part 2

Read Part 1 first!

The next day, Orion walked down the busy streets of Kaon. He kept his arms crossed over his chest; It felt like everyone was watching him.

Was it the way he walked? His fresh, clean coat of paint? Or maybe the glint in his optics from his first time visiting Kaon.

He walked nervously toward the arena Megatronus had told him about.

He held his data pad firmly, afraid that any of the bystanders, who seemed to be sizing him up, were planning on stealing it. The data pad held sensitive information that would be horrible if it ended up in the servos of someone dangerous. It also contained personal information and messages from Senator Shockwave that could soil his image.

He reached the arena. He could hear loud chanting and yelling coming from inside; it made the outside streets seem calm and quiet. He steeled himself and headed in. As soon as he did, he was surrounded by bots twice his size, and probably a hundred times more violent. They all swayed from side to side, and pushed one another around as they cheered and placed bets.

He moved towards the front, and tried to get a view of the arena. It was so much bigger than he had imagined.

"Wow..." He breathed out as he stared over the enormous pit.

"Megatron's gonna blow this place sky high! I swear I've seen 'im kill five guys without a weapon!" A nearby mech said, as he swung a cash box around.

"No way!" Said his friend, "That's not just unbelievable, that's impossible!"

"I suppose that's the thing about Megatron, he makes the impossible look easy. You know how he got started don't you?" A third bot chimed in, as he pushed his way into the group.

"Dunno. Whadda ya mean 'got started?'" The first mech asked.

"He killed a guy! Tried to off a Senator too. Apparently he's like some sorta hero to the working class or some kind of figurehead for a new group..." said the newcomer.

"The Decepticons?" Orion asked, and the three bots looked over at him. He choked a little, not entirely sure why he spoke up.

"Yeah, them." Said the third bot, pointing a digit at Orion, "He's got them wrapped around his finger like the senate has Kaon,"

"Damn the senate! All thems ever did for us was slag all over our opportunities. Frag 'em all, I say!" The first mech slammed his hand down on the railing near Orion.

Orion chuckled nervously, now almost entirely sure Megatronus' invitation was a trap.

The second bot came between Orion and the other two, resulting in all three of them being pushed forward against the railing, "Hush everyone! Looks like the fight’s starting!"

"Megatron?" The mech with the cash box said as he shook it in front of them.

"Megatron." The other two bots said, placing money in the box.

He looked at Orion, "You placing a bet?"

Orion perked up and looked over at them, "M-me?"

"Yes you," He said.

"Don' bother, this little thing's prolly never watched a fight in his life!"

Orion grunted, "Yeah, I'll place a bet." He took out a few Shanix and put them in the box.

The other bots laughed. They looked into the box at his cash.

The second bot whistled, "You got a lot to go around, eh?" He said, nudging Orion playfully, "Where you from kid?"

Orion tensed up, "l- look, Megatron!" He said as he pointed down at Megatron, striding into the arena.

The other bots looked down into the pit and cheered loudly. The enormous roar made Orion's audials ring.

Megatron held his Arms up and lifted a medallion into the air, followed by an enormous thunder from the crowd.

"What is that he's holding?" Orion asked and the other bots looked at him.

"Why, that's his badge." Said the first.

"His Decepticon badge." Said the second.

Orion looked down and Megatron looked up at him.

Orion was surprised that the gladiator could see him; but after looking around, his face flushed in the realization that everyone else around him had dirty, subdued colors and his bright red paint job stood out like a sore thumb.

The fight started. Two large bots entered the arena, weapons in hand. The first thrust forward wielding a heavy spear. With expert precision and timing, Megatron dodged. The warframe stumbled forward and spun to face Megatron; The other mech charged him from behind with a large cudgel. Megatron extended a flail from his hand and whipped it in a tight circle. He waited for the first bot to thrust forward again and brought the weapon down hard onto his helm. The mech dropped his spear and Megatron kicked it up on his pede. Megatron flicked the spear up and caught it, using it to parry the other bot’s attack. The second bot pulled back and swung for Megatron’s legs. Orion was surprised how quickly Megatron reacted, leaping up to avoid the strike and waiting for the next swing. When the bot swung at his legs he made a quick movement and trapped the cudgel between his legs. He twisted his pedes and ripped the staff from the mech's servos. With a surprised yelp, the bot was struck with a quick blow from Megatron.

Orion was brought back to the crowd by a roar of shouts and applause.

Megatron’s fists tore through the bot; taking hit after hit, unable to register the speed of his attacker. The mech grabbed Megatron's fist and swung a strong punch into his gut; the crowd deflated. Megatron huffed but didn’t stop, he swung his fist into his attacker again, smashing their optics and sending energon and shards of metal across the ground. Before the mech could figure out what was happening, Megatron’s pede plowed through the bot's helm, sending him to the ground.

Everyone cheered and Orion’s eyes brightened. He then realized the crowd was shouting; the other bot was charging Megatron from behind.

“Behind you!” Orion shouted on impulse, and Megatron turned to the mech too late.

The mech crashed into Megatron, bringing him to the ground. The crowd roared and Megatron tried to get up. The bot gripped his neck and straddled him, holding him to the ground. Orion could practically hear Megatron’s neck denting in under the bot’s servos. Megatron took notice of the lack of restraint on one of his hands and strained it as far out as he could. With a flick of his wrist he tossed his flail over the bot’s back and caught it in his free hand; he then cracked it against the mech’s face, sending him flying across the arena floor.

The crowd exploded and Orion covered his audials. Megatron sprung to his feet and charged at the bot, assuming the same position the other bot previously had over him. He grabbed the bot’s jaw, gagging him and cracking his frame. He slammed the bot’s head into the ground and drew his flail. He stood up and slammed the flail into the bot’s spark chamber. With a sickening pop and a flash of light the mech’s spark exploded. Everyone cheered, including Orion.

Each fight became more and more intense, and every time Orion became more enthralled. He became closer to the bots around him and became more comfortable. As the fights ended, he raised a fist and cheered for Megatron. The mech next to Orion grabbed his shoulder and shook him roughly.

“Yeah! Me-ga-tron! Me-ga-tron!” He chanted and everyone joined in until the entire crowd was cheering his name in time.

The bots surrounding Orion eventually settled down and collected their bets. Shortly after, the crowd by the exit had dispersed and Orion made his own way out.

Third and final Part comes out next!

[rosie-kairi]

Hey sup bestie I had a Sad Thought™ thinking about Roxas and I need to share it to the masses.

So you know how in Days/KH II he starts getting super pissed off wanting to know why everyone is lying to him? Why no one is willing to give him any answers? So he goes off on his own and finds Diz and Namine and they tell him the truth and he kinda freaks out?

Well what if before he has to fight Xion, attempts to summon Kingdom Hearts, and get shoved into a digital simulation someone else came to see him? Someone else who treats him like an actual person with respect and feelings?

Roxas is in Twilight Town when he hears someone call his name and he turns around and sees a boy around his age. Curly silver hair, wide blue eyes, red scarf blowing in the wind and an all too friendly smile. Roxas at first sees him as a potential enemy but the boy keeps a cool facade and promises Roxas he's not here to hurt him just to talk and introduces himself as Ephemer.

Roxas relaxes a little and decides to hear this kid out since what else has he got to lose. Eph starts by acknowledging the awful situation Roxas is in and expresses how sorry he is that this has happened, he also validates Roxas' personhood and agrees that Roxas does have the right to exist but he also says that Sora deserves to wake up and live as well. At first this makes Roxas angry thinking Ephemer is trying to manipulate him into giving up his life for some kid he never met.

So Ephemer takes him to a park where they stand to the side and watch a bunch of little kids run around playing with their parents either sitting to the side watching or playing with them. Ephemer asks Roxas what he knows about family's and receives a confused stare back. Family? Isn't that just friends? Ephemer laughs and says while Roxas isn't entirely wrong there is a difference and explains how a family is traditionally the parent's one is born to. This still confuses Roxas so Ephemer starts again.

He explains how Roxas wasn't born like other humans, not only did he come from the heart of a young boy he also came out more or less fully grown as a teen. That all humans start out as little babies born to a mom and dad whose job is to be their caretaker, their teacher, and protect them until the baby grows into an adult and the cycle repeats itself. Roxas at first thinks the organization is his family since technically they do that but Eph says no at best the organization are his legal guardians, parents aren't just who one is born to but also taken care of by someone who deeply loves you.

Maybe at this point they see a kid fall and get hurt, he starts crying and immediately a set of adults come rushing over to help. The Dad picks his son up and cradles him in his arms soothing the boy and wiping away his tears while the Mom cleans the scrap and puts a bandaid on. The parents shower their son with kisses and a reassurance that he's okay now and a warning to be more careful. The boy bounces back quick and scurries off to play with his parents watching him with love and concern.

Ephemer goes on to explain that Sora was born to a set of parents as well, and that for a parent to lose their child is the worst thing that could ever happen to them, speaking from experience from when he was alive and had children of his own. Ephemer tries to paint the picture that Sora isn't inherently more important because he came first, or because so many hearts are connected to his, but that he's still ultimately a little boy with parents anxiously awaiting their son to come back home. And if he never wakes up he'll never see them again.

Roxas slowly starts to understand, he technically doesn't have parents, doesn't have a home, never had a childhood even though he has the equivalent lived experience of a toddler. But he never realized how little he knew about humans and their relationships. Suddenly he felt conflicted, he still didn't want to disappear but after seeing a set of parents take care of their child he couldn't help but wonder did Sora get hurt like that? Or sick? Did his parents take care of his wounds? Soothed his nightmares? If those parents were to lose their son forever could Roxas really be okay with his life?

Ephemer could see the internal struggle and emphasized it's ultimately Roxas' choice what to do and though he didn't say it out loud he did have an ulterior motive. He could feel Ventus' heart housed inside Roxas. After years of mourning and centuries of unrest Ephemer finally found Ven and he knows it's selfish he knows it's not right pushing an innocent boy into this position but he can't leave Ven like this. Ven's heart is still badly damaged and the only way it can heal is to go back and take refuge with Sora again. Ephemer can't help but see the echoes of his long lost friend and brother hidden away and wants Ven to get his second chance that was cruelly taken away. Even if Ephemer can't be there like he wants to he still feels a responsibility to his fellow union leader to protect him in anyway he can.

Looking at Roxas Ephemer can't help but wonder is this what Ven currently looks like? Is he really that grown now? He's finally the same age everyone was when they were to lead the dandelions. It's bittersweet Ephemer is so proud of Ven but also wracked with guilt for not properly keeping him safe and now he's in danger and he's helpless to save him.

When Roxas does ultimately go back to Sora Ephemer is there with him, even if he can't feel or sense him he reassures Roxas that he's not alone and it won't hurt it'll be as easy as falling asleep. He feels so bad about sacrificing Roxas like this but deep down he knows there isn't anything he wouldn't do for the sweet little boy who once faced down Darkness ready to sacrifice himself so his friends could go on. It may be too late for Ephemer and maybe Roxas but it's definitely not too late for Sora or Ven.

imagine meeting someone who will genuinely treat you like the person you know you deserve to be, but you're still not the person they wish you were. You are not a means to an end, but you still are in some way.

anyway. sobbing and crying and throwing up at this thank you

[nickeverdeen]

Hiya! Can I request an arcane matchup?

I'm black and light skinned with either peach or gold undertones depending on the lighting I'm in. I'm 5'3( I stopped growing since 7th grade and I hate it), and bisexual (I prefer girls tho) I go by she/her, or him I don't really care. (I've been mistaken for a boy many times before I grew my hair out)

Speaking of that, I have shoulder length locs and I love to put hella charms in them!! Sometimes when I don't feel like doing my hair I would normally wash them the night before and let them down or something. and omggg the shrinkage is REAL! Every time I get a retwist my hair shrinks so bad the day after and it looks like my hair is short (which it kinda is but ykwim)

but anyway I was born with a birth defect called unilateral cleft lip and pallet, so there used to be a split on my lip and the roof of my mouth which caused my gum line to mess up completely until I got surgery..

I grew up with a really bad lateral lisp and I had to go through speech therapy. It's getting better now a little bit but my s and z sounds are a bit hard and I fumble up my words a lot. I don't have braces yet, but if I did have them they'd probably be blue right now lol, it's my favorite color!

Fun fact: I have no uvula!

I have like 5 beauty marks, the only one that's on my face is underneath my nostril and it's really noticeable. I have two birthmarks, one on my leg and one on my back! I used to have one on my cheek when I was 11 but it faded and I lowkey miss it. I have really big brown eyes but poor eyesight (my mother and sisters are blind, so it's like a genetic thing)

Now for my hobbies and interests, I love to draw, paint, color, crochet, make bracelets, and all! I completely suck at digital, tried it once, never again.. well idk

I am very athletic, I grew up playing basketball with my dad and it has grown to become one of my favorite sports, and I can run fast!

I'm in love with fashion! I dress pretty basic tho .. I normally wear baggy jeans and graphic tees, or on SOME days jerseys & jorts with my sambas and gold jewelry, but if I do have time to spend 3+ hours putting together random stuff in my closet I'll just wear that out.

Sometimes I like to switch up from dressing really fem to masc, or even a mix of both.

Dogs or cats? Although I do adore them both, reptiles. I have 2 leopard geckos, a bearded dragon and a ball python!

I have a very diverse music taste, wouldn't say I listen to EVERYTHING but I do listen to anything. R&b is my favorite tho, I'm an old soul.

Relationships.. my love languages are quality time, gifts, and play fighting! I was like a REALLY rough kid , especially when it came to those pretend wrestling games in the bounce house . (I almost broke some kid's finger once, but we're not gonna talk about that.) If I'm comfortable with someone, I would would definitely yap nonstop about any and everything. I would probably accidentally say too much and regret it later, but I can't help that, my mouth constantly runs and like NEVER stops.

I'm an estp! I'm really hyper most of the time and always find ways to smile. If you were to ask my friends what they thought of me they would probably say I'm funny, sometimes I don't even try to be funny and everyone's already on the floor, but I do laugh at my own jokes most of the time. I am really impatient and sensitive, I cry over the smallest things, but it's better than completely crashing out.. When I get really angry I quite literally destroy everything around me . I would say I have anger issues, but it really came from my past trauma that I went through alone, so it's something I also can't help. During arguments, such and such, I will NEVER bring up personal things and use it against people, it's just not in my heart, because I know how it feels to have family problems, etc. I've been through it all too.

The problem with me is that I don't take my own advice, I am a good therapist to many of my friends, mostly my younger family members, but when I'm giving them advice it's mainly just me comforting my past self.

But yeah, that's it!

Your Arcane match is…

Vi

Vi would immediately notice your strength and resilience, especially with what you’ve been through, and she’d admire how open and empathetic you are with others

She loves your style, especially your locs with all the charms, and would make a game of spotting the different ones whenever you changed them up

Vi would always be encouraging you to talk and say whatever’s on your mind, appreciating that you feel comfortable opening up to her

She loves your confidence in your mix of masc and fem looks and would be happy to lend you any of her own clothes to incorporate into your style

Vi would absolutely be in love with your art and would keep little things you made for her with her at all times, finding comfort in them when she’s away

She’d find your R&B taste perfect and would constantly be asking you to play your favorite songs when you’re together

Vi adores your playful side and wouldn’t hesitate to spar with you

Expect lots of play fights and wrestling matches that inevitably turn into laughter and goofing around

She’d admire your athleticism, and the two of you would be competitive about anything and everything

She’s secretly thrilled whenever you can keep up with her

When she finds out about your reptiles, she’d be impressed, and though she might be hesitant at first, she’d warm up to them quickly

Vi would be the most patient listener, knowing that sometimes you worry about saying too much but still loving every little detail you share

If you ever got upset or frustrated, Vi would be there for you, not trying to fix things but just being present, letting you vent as much as you need

She’d be protective of you and would always have your back, especially in stressful or triggering situations

Vi would love your spontaneous personality and how you’re always finding reasons to laugh or make others laugh, often joining in and egging you on

When you’re hyper or really in your element, Vi would just sit back and enjoy it, loving how much energy and life you bring to her days

She’d notice your impatience and try to slow things down for you, but never in a patronizing way—she’d just help you keep your cool when needed

She would always check in to make sure you’re okay after intense moments, showing her softer side and genuinely caring about how you’re feeling

Knowing that you’ve been through a lot alone, she’d make it clear that you’ll never have to go through things by yourself again

She would always be gentle and kind with you, respecting your boundaries and never pushing you to talk about your past unless you wanted to

She respects how you handle anger, and she’d trust you deeply because she knows that you’re a safe place and would never use personal things against her or anyone else

[dereality-existence]

Got a good question for u :>

Since I find ur artstyle very nostalgic, and as an artist myself (i usually draw traditionally), i was wondering on how ur art journey was like (like how u found ur style, how much u enjoyed other ppl's art + ur art, etc), basically, how would u say ur art journey was like? (u can summarize it into a nutshell if u wanna XD)

The question is indeed interesting. I've been drawing for as long as I can remember. Both of my parents used to draw, one of them actually graduated from art school. So, this is apparently invested in me, ahahaha. For me, drawing is almost like a "necessity". I can sit quietly, and at some point the "need" just arises to sCrIbbLe something, u know. This is just a "need" of mine; that's why I wouldn't entirely call myself an artist. But I would certainly call myself a varied creative person??? Like… There's a whole story about this topic, but it will be too long to write about it here. Therefore, while I was a toddler and then a kid, I redrew a lot. There were a lot of coloring books that I painted, or special magazines on drawing. I started trying to draw seriously at age ten when I got access to the Internet. I am a passionate Sonic fan, and we have a huge base of fan characters, which I naturally wanted to join back there. So I drew and came up with a lot of characters in Sonic style. Then I saw digital art of fan Sonic characters, and I wanted to do the same. I studied this topic, downloaded the necessary programs, and drew for the first time with a mouse, in addition to my traditional drawings. Then, I wanted a tablet, and my mother saw the point in buying it for me, so she bought it for me. At the beginning, I just drew Sonic fan characters of mine. Drawing people didn’t work out for me for a very long time, although I tried. I suffered for a long time because of this. Something started to work out only in my teenage years. It somehow came out on its own, and my style formed on its own. I won’t say that there was a certain inspiration from someone. Actually, I love other people’s drawings more than my own. In general, I have a very negative and contemptuous attitude towards myself, so to speak. I still struggle with this; it’s hard to draw something when you always don’t like what you get, hate yourself, and envy others. I really can’t adequately say whether my drawings are normal or not; I see everything in a bad light. I'm in some unhealthy love-hate relationship with myself and my stuff lol. Consider me to love anime style, anime style of visual novels (so in love with cg art of visual novels⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝), and some cartoons. By the way, Hazbin style is very convenient for my hand as it is close to my original style. Especially Charlie’s nose; this is how I usually draw all noses in general, so it's really comfortable.

[liyazaki]

MOR! My beloved. I can always expect the truth from you. Overall thoughts on Between Us? I know the final ep was not your fave but how about the series? What would you want to keep? What would you want to change?

Eboni, my darling- hoo, boy. you're about to get way more than you bargained for, but I got some Thoughts™️ & some Things™️ to say.

disclaimer: Between Us was a sweet, serviceable, inoffensive show. I mostly enjoyed watching it & I loved being back in the UWMA universe, however tangentially.

speaking to the collective “you” here: if you loved the show from start to finish, I'm sincerely happy for you! if it'll lessen your BU fandom experience to read critiques- which is valid & completely understandable- click away. I swear I'm not trying to rain on your parade (or argue with anyone, which I won't be- period).

also, let's check ourselves: this is a show. it's not that serious- it couldn't be less serious, actually. sometimes I just like to go off the analytical deep end...it's a good time for a nerd like me. this is my house (my blog) & I'm just having fun, throwing digital paint around.

with all that out of the way, let's jump into it.

UWMA set an extremely high narrative standard. we knew from scene one the writers weren't messing around. that opening is burned into my memory forever.

from compelling flashbacks, to multiple couples that had something for everyone, to little plot details weaved in from the beginning that only made sense later- they knew exactly what story they were trying to tell & they told it in a big way. it was tightly constructed, cleanly delivered and hit all the right notes for me personally.

UWMA is a tough act to follow. in the end, it felt like Between Us barely tried. to quote an MDL reviewer (before the finale even aired): in with a bang, out with a whimper.

step one of any good story is solid character development. it's what draws us in, making & keeping us emotionally invested. we have to like these characters- and know enough about them- in order to care. that- and a good, solid plot- is what sustains our attention.

in a pretty atypical way, Between Us had serious emotional fan investment long before it had basically any character development (thanks to BounPrem's chemistry, IMO).

Win and Team had roughly 31 minutes of total screentime in UWMA, but you'd have never known it from the fever-pitch fandom support years before its release. we didn't have much real character knowledge or depth to go off of, but many of us came into this show ravenous for more of their story (raises hand).

the show's over now and, disappointingly, I don't feel like I learned much about either Win or Team that I didn't already know. we did see them struggle- Team with his guilt and insecurities; Win with his vague intimacy aversion and self worth issues.

Team and Win had plenty of things between (heh) the two of them to overcome- so what went wrong?

for me, Between Us suffered from a tragic case of barely-scratching-the-surface character development (there was so much there to play with narratively & yet- sigh), paired with serious flaws in the rising action.

every single story in existence uses rising action. to quote Henry of The Closer Look, a media analyst I like: "rising action is basically narrative tension. it's the way the conflict builds as the story goes along."

when a story utilizes rising action effectively, the audience ends up feeling almost elated by the end. it's almost like we actually went on the same journey as the characters, and we now get to bask alongside them in just how far they've come. we want to see characters we care for improve, persevere. overcome, conquer.

when rising action is handled correctly, the plot progression looks something like this.

via Henry's excellent analysis on why TLOU2 divided its fandom so thoroughly

Between Us had tension, it had conflict- but it looked something like this (I'd add way more hills, personally).

"what you're seeing here is an abomination of story structure." hey- Henry said it; not me.

the conflicts went up and down throughout the story. Team internally spirals; Win does something sweet and pulls him out of it. everything seems fine; Win pulls back.

rinse, wash, repeat in an endless cycle, made worse by the fact that they struggled with- and apparently overcame- the same. exact. issues, over and over, the entire time.

conflicts that seemed to be resolved came back exactly as they were, sometimes multiple times in a single episode. by episode 7 or so, it was getting tedious. by the end, I was just bummed.

for me, watching Between Us was going around in circles, hoping we were working towards some actually-important climax that never came. and I wanted to believe we were going somewhere, right up until the bitter beige-on-beige end.

there were no scenes that actually made me hold my breath, ala Bad Buddy’s confession-of-legends on the rooftop. no repeating themes, masterfully culminating in the finale (running up the cape in ITSAY). Between Us left me with an itch for depth and impact that only fan fics can scratch at this point (bless you writers).

yeah, Win and Team ended up together- of course they did. I don't think anyone had any doubts they would eventually. but standing at the finish line, do I care that they ended up together?

I hate to say it, but- not really. they didn't give me enough to make it feel meaningful- like it actually meant something. it just- is. yay? I guess?

this post was brutal enough, but to answer your question about what I'd keep & what I'd change? it's hard to pick when the whole thing just felt like special episodes (filled with lots of cute, sweet moments, to be fair) with an enormous dash of missed opportunity.

all in all, I don't regret watching but it's a universe I'll only be returning to via fan fic fixes- and UWMA, my forever top 3 BL beloved.

[slutterhaus]

.bargaining

AN: This probably has typos and is ooc because I'm posting this with one eye closed and the other on life support. No thoughts, head empty, pretty braces boy makes sleepy brain go brrrr. CWs: Mentions of drugs, smut, knife play, blood play, reader has female anatomy and pronouns, honestly just jumbled word vomit. Let me know if I missed any!! Other: Third Person POV, no proofreading we die like men because this is self-indulgent anyways lmao. Casanova belongs to @cannibalsweetheart

Her eye twitched in light annoyance. As much as she loved him, adored him— Hell, even worshipped the very ground he walked on, his addiction got on her nerves 90% of the time. Part of her felt guilty, having promised him that she would love him as he was, but the cocaine worried her for his well-being.

A soft chuckle left her lips, imagining how anyone else might have bet money on the cannibalism, the organ harvesting. But no, her issue was watching him shove something up his nose.

She genuinely didn't want to say something in a way that would hurt him, so the cogs in her head started turning until a small smirk tugged at her lips. Casanova usually coddled and spoiled her, but maybe throwing on one of those tight little dresses that he bought her wouldn't hurt her chances of trying to bargain with him.

And that's how she ended up bouncing on his lap in the dining room, the metal from his Jacob's Ladder piercings making her shiver every time she took him from tip to base. Her fingers were shoved into his mouth, tongue lapping and swirling around the two invading digits that (ineffectively) tried muffling his noises. One of his hands gripped her waist tightly, helping her set a fast, rough pace. The other, however, gripped the handle of one of his very pristine, very sharp knives.

There was that look in his eyes again when she admired him, a dangerous glint behind those glassy, lust-filled eyes. She could see it in the mirror when he was getting dressed and she had brought up the exchange. Maybe her agreeing to this made something inside him switch, something he kept buried. But it also, in some fucked up way, excited her.

Taking her fingers out of his mouth, a long trail of saliva followed, still keeping them connected before she licked them clean.

"Mi vida, fuck...!" His moans and groans nearly drowned out the lewd squelching noises every time he bottomed out. "Breathe." As soon as those words left his lips, she took in a deep breath and braced herself. The cut was deep enough that blood steadily ran down her shoulder towards her chest, and she hissed through gritted teeth while Casanova licked his lips and flicked his tongue against her nipple.

Her blood had slightly pooled on the flat of his tongue, a whine leaving him as the coppery taste was more than welcomed in his mouth. He was diligent, not letting a drop go to waste before his mouth enveloped the cut and drank as if he was dehydrated. Both his hands were now on her waist, bouncing and grinding her on his lap at a bruising speed. Growls mixed in with his moans and muffled dirty talk, and she soon found herself clenching and spasming around his cock. Her toes curled, a gasped sob leaving her from the intensity of her orgasm.

Her mind was hazy, whining out at every thrust of his hips while his pretty mouth was still latched onto her shoulder. The dazed look on her face made it clear he was fucking her dumb. His thrusts were sloppy, almost despreate, and his teeth let go of her skin only to let out a long, shrill moan as he came. Thick ropes of cum painted her walls and stuffed her to the brim.

While she panted and tried to calm herself, Casanova went back to the bleeding wound on her shoulder. Her body was limp against his, forehead on his shoulder and a satisfied smile on her lips. As much as she hated to admit it, she could get into having him drink from her. Even when he was so good and agreed to sober up without putting up a fight.

What actually made her nervous was the other part of their agreement. Because even though she was currently a secretary, she had never been Mr. Valentine's secretary.

That, however, was a problem for tomorrow.

[imagine-knb]

hello, i'd like a matchup for my oc Dory (cis fem, she/her)! she's an INFP and, sadly, while in high school, she's not having a very good time, as she's being bullied for being weird. as a result, she keeps to herself, only speaks if spoken to and doesn't really have any friends. it takes a while for her to warm up to someone, but once she does, she lets herself be weird freely (she's a lot more talkative and energetic around someone she's comfortable with)

she really likes the deep sea and its creepy critters, animals in general and as she's an aspiring animator, she vibrates with excitement whenever she sees cool animations (and will info dump/fangirl/talk someone's ear off if given permission)

she dislikes being the center of attention, people who are mean just to be mean and mint

she is an artist (digital and painting), likes to listen to really really loud music and while she's not very sporty, she does enjoy watching her school's baskeball matches (she's a Seirin second year)

as for preferences, anyone from GoM (minus Midorima) + Himuro + Kagami + Momoi + Riko

sorry for how long this got, i got over-excited

Type of Romance

Admirers to Lovers

How You Two Met

As the coach of the Seirin basketball team, Riko was often very aware of who was in the gymnasium at any given time. She'd seen Dory more than a handful of times, both in the gymnasium during practices and in the classroom during school hours. Since Dory was often by herself with headphones on (where loud music could always be heard), Riko had just assumed that she preferred to be alone.

It wasn't until, one day when leaving for the gymnasium earlier than she was supposed to, Riko ran into Dory having a little trouble with some bullies that she really started to pay attention. It sort of clicked that this classmate of hers who was always alone wasn't doing it on purpose, but rather was forced to be that way due to her circumstances.

Having a strong sense of justice herself, Riko couldn't leave Dory well enough alone.

The bullies screamed as mucky water was dumped onto them, running away from the scene before anything else other than their uniforms could be damaged. When Dory looked up from her position on the floor, glancing toward the opposite side of the hall, she noticed Riko standing there with an empty mop bucket in hand, her own glare fixated on the space where the bullies had once occupied.

That angered expression softened when she turned her gaze toward Dory. Setting the bucket down, she reached a hand out to help the other girl up. "Are you okay? I think they should be gone at least for a while. Did you want to get a teacher?"

After helping her up and being assured that Dory wasn't as hurt as she'd originally assumed, Riko gave a sigh of relief. Still, she didn't feel comfortable leaving the other girl alone. "You know, I see you at practice sometimes. If you want, we could walk together from now on."

How She Fell For You

From that day forward, Riko would always try to hang out with Dory whenever possible. At first it was almost like a sense of obligation, wanting to see her classmate safe, but after a while it became more to Riko. She genuinely enjoyed spending time with Dory, learning about her interests and info dumping to her about her own.

Riko was always talking about Dory to her other friends and classmates, hyping up her art projects and praising the animation work she would show her. It came to the point that a lot of the boys on the basketball team often teased that Dory was the only person Riko talked about nowadays.

In fact, you could say that the guys realized Riko's feelings for Dory faster than she did.

"What? No, no, no, no! No way!" Riko tried to protest, but the way her cheeks seemed to heat up, flooding her entire face with an embarrassed red, said otherwise. "I don't have a crush! I don't get crushes!"

But the more she thought about it, the more Riko couldn't deny that she often felt so giddy at the thought of another day spent with Dory. The long hours of texting back and forth was something she looked forward to. Finding her in class and getting to see what new projects she was working on was one of the highlights of Riko's day.

It soon became undeniable fact to her: she liked Dory.

What a Relationship with Her is Like

A relationship between Riko and Dory is a little awkward at first, simply because Riko had never imagined herself falling for another girl. She may have tried overdoing things at first, being overly sweet, acting overly chivalrous, being too over the top. It takes her a while to realize that just being herself was the best thing for the relationship.

Unfortunately, Dory is subjected to a lot of Riko's cooking attempts. Riko's love language is acts of service, so she often tries to make treats and snacks for the two of them to share (to which they also often share stomach aches afterwards).

And despite their relationship starting with Riko acting as some kind of savior toward Dory, she never holds that over her girlfriend's head. Instead, she always encourages Dory to be stronger and stand up for herself, hoping one day a little bit of her own confidence would shine through.

"And if they try to bother you again, you can just wham!" Riko exclaims, swinging the clipboard she was holding much like a weapon as she swung it through the air. The action had Dory laughing, watching as Riko over exaggerated her self defense lesson. "Okay, come on, it's your turn to try."

Riko watched as Dory mimicked her actions, swinging her sketchbook with a little less force than Riko had done.

"No, no, with more umph, like this." Riko walked over to Dory's side, placing her hands over her girlfriend's. She guided her in swinging the book with enough follow through to hurt a person. Then, realizing how close they were, Riko blushed red. "O-okay, now try again."

Match Up Requests are Closed

[miniscrew-anon]

HSH Day 12 - “Can You Hear Me?”

This one is set in the Funeral Derangement's verse and takes place after my last little snippet on the matter. You can blame Stormy for this one since she decided to leave “also whats Shadow going to do when he realizes Four is missing” in the tags. Like excuse me ma’am but how dare you

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Shadow paces anxiously, running a hand through his hair as he swipes through Four’s phone. He’d had to charge it when he found it dead on Four’s nightstand, covered in a slightest layer of dust. His breath hitches when he finds the last update to Four’s digital journal was weeks ago. His wide eyes flicker around Fours room as if he’ll find some clue he missed the first two times he came here. There is something lost in his actions, as if Shadow suddenly found the ground had fallen out from under him. 

The back of Four’s eyes feel hot. 

Four knew, somewhere deep down, that this was coming. He’d tried to distract himself with silly pranks and playful jabs at the living but this had always loomed over him. Like a stormcloud dark enough to blot out the sun. 

Shadow starts pulling things from Fours shelves, not caring about the accumulating mess at his feet. He searches for a note, a picture, anything. His hands tremble when he finds Four’s treasured copy of “Of Minish and Men” still on his bookshelf. 

“Sorry,” Four murmurs, “But you’re not going to find me this time.”

Four walks up and presses himself to Shadow’s side when the boy sits heavily on the bed sheets, hands holding that book to his chest. Shadow shivers when Four’s form passes through him and it twists Four up inside. 

It wasn’t so long ago that Shadow was the one stealing Four’s warmth, crawling under the sheets in the middle of the night. 

Those days are over now. Four’s days are over now. And this is what's left: the trembling form of a friend who didn’t get to say goodbye. 

Like a switch has been flipped, Four feels his chest erupt in sudden, burning rage.

Four takes a deep breath to fight the sudden wave of fury. His vision goes red. The rush of anger made him shake and curl his hands into fists. He wants to hurt someone, suddenly. He wants to go to Wild's room and drag him down the stairs by his hair. He wants to throw a chair through Legend's window. He wants to tear down Warriors paintings and take the floorboards of Time’s room up. He wants to rip doors from their hinges and rip the paper off the walls. He wants to set the whole fucking house on fire. 

He wants to hurt someone. Everyone.

In a flash Four remembers Legend’s voice, echoing the words from his yellow-paged book. 

A vengeful spirit is said to be the spirit of a dead person who returns from the afterlife to seek revenge for a cruel, unnatural or unjust death. In certain cultures where funeral and burial or cremation ceremonies are important, such vengeful spirits may also be considered as unhappy ghosts of individuals who have not been given a proper funeral.

Funerals aren’t about the obituaries or the amount of tears spilt over the grave, nor about the flower arrangements or smell of burning incense. They’re not even about the spirits themselves. They’re about avoiding this; the lost look in Shadows eyes, the pain in his every action. The way he can’t move on, tied to a soul beyond his mortal reach.

It’s maddening to watch. 

Four wants to reach out and take his sleeve. Lean against his side. Tell him everything Four never managed to put into words when he was alive. 

If I say them now, will you hear them?

Four already knows the answer. He grits his teeth he can hear the enamel squeak. His hands curl into claws. For a moment, a single second, he truly considers hurting someone. 

“Four.”

A hand comes to rest on his shoulder. It squeezes gently, comfortingly. It feels solid. The only touch that feels solid these days.

The rush of hate leaves Four in a single exhale. He sags, all his energy disappearing in a flash. He closes his eyes. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Twilight sits down next to him, open concern on his face. Across the room Shadow climbs out the window, face obscured by darkness. He has a bag of Four’s most precious belongings slung over his shoulder.

Goodbye, Four can’t say to him. Four watches him go, unable to follow with his soul being tied to the house. He is left behind. His friend going off to search for him, unaware that Four was already long gone. 

Regret worms its way to the surface of Four’s mind. He should have told someone about Shadow. He should have mentioned he had someone who’d miss him if he were gone, someone who’d need to say goodbye to get any closure.  

If he had then Shadow wouldn't be left behind to chase a ghost.

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i gotta write someone other than Four next time

[serafiel-jacobs]

Baby Hotline (Fanfic)

New chapter from my main series 🩷

Geppetto had just finished teaching Pinocchio about different subjects, right now, his son was in his room, while he was sitting in the living room. Geppetto had forgotten to read the newspaper so he was doing that now, the main headline again was about another dead body being found, whoever this killer was they had a kill count of double digits and it didn’t seem like they would stop any time soon.

Then he read about that earthquake that happened yesterday, it was strange but not the first time Krat had been hit by one, and usually they aren’t a big issue like the one from yesterday. Geppetto is glad that was the reason his son took his time to get back home the other day.

After finishing reading the newspaper he set it aside and was going to go to his workshop but he stopped to look at the portrait of Carlo. It… feels strange seeing it now, he has always loved it, he treasures it, and was devastated when it was stolen. Carlo didn’t like staying still for the painting and he didn’t stop making that angry expression, but Geppetto didn’t care, he was just happy to have the painting of his son, something he could treasure forever.

But now, it doesn’t feel the same, not after Dorian Gray tried to murder Pinocchio. It’s still the same portrait, the one that he loves so much, and yet…

“Ugh, why am I overthinking this so much?!” Geppetto said to himself; everything had been fine, he had been fine, even after they returned from London. Why is now different? Maybe it’s not just him, maybe it’s the tense atmosphere.

The entire city has been tense, first because of that serial killer, but also because lately, it has just been bad news after bad news. The newspapers only seem to want to mention every single bad thing that happens in Krat and sure, it’s not like this place was perfect before, far from it but it’s almost as if the media wants to show the worst of the worst.

For Geppetto, there is also the petty work drama he has to deal with, and dumb gossip because he is a public figure. Again this has been happening more lately for some reason, yes people disliked him back then, but he ignored those sorts of comments or gracefully shut them down, Antonia gave him a few tips on how to deal with those situations and it helped tremendously. Now he is having a harder time dealing with them, sometimes he thinks maybe it's the age but Antonia is slightly older and has no issues, then again you don't mess with Antonia everyone knows that.

He is sure that’s also getting to Venigni because he hasn’t been to work in a few days.

Speaking of work, there is an annual work event that he has to attend tomorrow.

He has never liked it and he isn’t the only one who feels this way, there is a reason everyone at work calls it “gossip day” because every person from every department wants to go and just air out every small rumor they heard or just talk badly about those who they don’t like. It’s not like everyone does it, but a handful of people do and they are always the loudest so they dominate the event, Conrad for example loves this event, and hasn’t shut up all week about how excited he is about it.

It’s a special event because family members of the workers are welcomed, he did bring Carlo alongside Romeo on a few occasions and he may or may not have told them to ruin the party on purpose, last time they came was when Carlo was 15 years old, funnily enough, Conrad was there and he went too far, insulting his late wife in his usual passive-aggressive tone, one he could just claim that his words got “misunderstood”. He was furious and so was Carlo but his son took a deep breath and left the room with Romeo. Before Geppetto could even try to look for them, the sound of the fire alarm resonated in the building, the sprinklers activating and everyone becoming soaking wet.

Conrad did mention how expensive the suit he was wearing was and how it needed to be cleaned with water at a certain temperature. Geppetto wonders how Carlo was such a quick thinker.

Needless to say, after that day his son was banned from the event, but he gave him and Romeo a little reward for that little stunt.

…Okay maybe Antonia is a little right about him not being the best influence but that situation was justified.

Geppetto didn’t want Pinocchio to go because as already stated, he dislikes the event but as soon as Pinocchio heard about he was begging him to go because he wanted to spend time with him and he simply couldn’t say no after that. Pinocchio looked so happy that they were spending time together, more than usual, maybe that earthquake has him on edge? He tends to act clingy when he is upset, it's not an issue for Geppetto, he only worries about his son's feelings.

He promised himself not to make the same mistakes. Leaving Pinocchio all alone at home doesn't seem right, specially since Antonia and Eugéne are busy that day, no one else he can go to since Venigni is also attending.

He looked again at the painting, it really is a beautiful portrait, maybe he truly is just overthinking everything, despite who this painting came from, it's special.

“Sometimes…” Geppetto was speaking out loud, “I wish you would have met your brother”

Meanwhile, in his room, Pinocchio was scrolling the pages of the notebook that he had found underneath Hotel Krat. He recognized some of the symbols that were drawn as the ones that were in the sword, there were many drawings about the human body arrows pointing at certain things, and most of them were of the brain and heart. Pinocchio doesn’t know anything about medicine so he has no idea what these notes are talking about. Something about neurons and the nervous system, heartbeats, and arteries/veins.

Most interesting Pinocchio found notes about magic, actual magic, he wondered if he should try and test if they worked, the writings about divination were interesting.

“Look Gemini is this kind of about you” Pinocchio read the passage out loud, “The chirping of a cricket in pitch darkness is an omen of lighting the way”

“I am even more special than those crickets pal, and I will never leave your side” Gemini was sitting on Pinocchio's shoulder, reading alongside him.

There were notes about Ergo but these were in a different language he couldn’t recognize, he could only tell that they were about Ergo because the word was the same. He found a page dedicated to the gold coin fruit as well, but it was things that he already knew. The notebook was thick, pages had been added with different paper and notes pasted next to other notes.

Pinocchio set the notebook book aside for now and decided to make small talk with Gemini.

“You won’t say anything right?” Pinocchio was talking about how he lied to his father.

“I won’t” Gemini gave out a sigh, “Although I think you should eventually tell him”

“But that is only going to make him more worried; I know I shouldn’t get involved in this anymore but I just want to help others” Pinocchio doesn’t like it when others are hurt and this situation is awful, “What if someone like Simon is out there? I can’t let what happened last time happen again”

“Pinocchio you weren’t even there when Simon first started his plans” Gemini understands too that the boy wants to help but he can’t go on adventures like this all the time, “You deserve to live a normal life without having to constantly save others”

“But-“

“No buts Pinocchio, think about it, if you get involved your loved ones could get hurt, you don’t know what kind of person is leading this and if they are anything like Simon…”

That idea is terrifying, but Pinocchio is still torn about what he should do. In the end, he decides to listen to Gemini but if he does end up in trouble he will help.

Although with his luck most likely he will end up in danger sooner rather than later.

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Pinocchio was at the event with his father, and he realized that maybe he should listen to him more often when he says things relating to his job can be boring. His father is talking with his coworkers about things he doesn’t understand, and Pinocchio has lost count of the times he has overheard people calling him and his father names behind their backs.

At least he has had some pleasant conversations, some of his father’s coworkers are nice and his uncle Venigni is here, although he was acting a little strange, well he is strange but not his usual kind of strange, but maybe he is just stressed like his father. His uncle did say that he wanted to speak in private after this was done.

Suddenly his father pulls him even closer to him as a man approaches them, he looks a little familiar to him.

“Geppetto good to see that you actually came and didn’t decide to skip another work duty,” Conrad said in a snarky voice, “Hopefully this son of yours doesn’t cause any trouble as Carlo did in the past”

Pinocchio didn’t like this man, he was being so mean for no reason but he knew that he should keep his composure, his mother taught him well how to stay calm in these situations.

“Conrad, you have never properly met my son, maybe before continuing to talk you should introduce yourself to him properly” Geppetto is also trying to stay calm.

Conrad wanted to roll his eyes but people were watching he couldn’t make his dislike for Geppetto that obvious.

Conrad extended his hand “It’s nice to meet you, I’m the supervisor of the quality control department of this union, but I’m sure your father has already told you about me”

“Um no” Pinocchio didn’t realize it but his blunt innocent honesty made him mad, “But it’s nice to meet you, my name is Pinocchio”

They shook hands, he could tell that Conrad had a firm grasp and he didn’t understand why, Conrad knew that he was very sturdy. But unbeknownst to Pinocchio it was because the man was trying to figure out exactly what material he was made of, thankfully for Pinocchio, Conrad isn’t smart enough to figure it out.

“Geppetto good to see you, and you brought your son how nice,” Said a voice from behind, “Oh sorry, I guess I never properly introduced myself to him, I am Harvey the subdirector of the union”

If Geppetto were to step down, Harvey would be the one to get the role, that's because of all the hard years of work. Conrad was not happy when he wasn't chosen to be the subdirector but it was left to vote, not just by all the members of the board but by other workers and Harvey won by a landslide.

Conrad spoke up again “The plans for the re-opening of the Grand Exhibition are going well” Technically, it was never opened, but that was how they had chosen to call it, to not get confused.

The Grand Exhibition was canceled due to the frenzy but now it’s being planned again, to show all the technological advancements Krat has achieved, even know Krat is still known as the “city of the future”. There are still doubts in the minds of the people but time has passed and this could make the city prosper like never before.

Pinocchio remembers how he was saving everyone back then, how he first got rid of the puppets, and how he… was attacked by those alchemists helping Simon, he didn’t think about it back then, just like he didn’t think about how he murdered those stalkers, he had to defend himself but now he feels guilty, he feels like he did something wrong. Everything felt so wrong at the Grand Exhibition, how those puppets mercilessly attacked him; his fight against Victor; the confrontation against Simon.

“Geppetto’s creations are truly marvelous, me and your father used to be collages you know”

Simon, the man who spread the petrification disease, the disease that killed his brother.

Pinocchio had a firm grasp on his weapon, he didn’t trust Simon, and the man could tell that he felt on edge.

Simon rolled his eyes, “Oh come on I did you a favor”

Pinocchio still remembers the words Simon spoke before leaving the place.

Simon had a smug grin on his face “If his dumb brat hadn’t died, you wouldn’t be here today”

“Son, are you okay?”

Pinocchio had snapped from his trance, but that bad experience was still on his mind, so he leaned in closer to his father, hiding behind him, even if Simon was gone it made him feel uneasy.

“I’m fine” Pinocchio lied but unlike his other lies, this wasn’t convincing.

Geppetto knows that this more than his son being shy, he is going to talk to him once this is event is over to see what’s going on.

The conversation kept going about the plans for the re-opening, almost everyone was too entranced in the conversation. Everyone but Conrad who had something else in his mind, still thinking about how Geppetto built Pinocchio.

The materials had always been what he was more curious about, the appearance was impressive, it must be some sort of synthetic skin, and those eyes, they look so real. What kind of voice box is that? The puppet does not have the usual filter, when he first saw him he expected the puppet to talk like Carlo, it doesn't sound like Carlo so it has to be something unique.

What type of springs, what type of gears, how his inner mechanisms work, how his movements run so smoothly. Conrad has worked with Geppetto on certain projects that can improve movement quality, yet when asked what method he used while building his puppet so that they can apply it he refused to answer.

What is powering him? Conrad isn’t stupid, everyone and their mother can deduce Geppetto used Carlo’s Ergo but there had to be something else about it. Ergo can only power so much, the things this puppet can do are beyond impressive.

But at this moment, what he is wondering about is the behavior of the puppet, it has the aspects of what anyone would like in a puppet, polite, well-spoken, and always respectful. But why is the puppet so… he doesn’t know how to describe it, it’s not just shyness, it’s almost as if every little detail can upset him, every time someone mentions anything related to when the frenzy it gets too nervous, the puppet was the one who supposedly saved everyone, shouldn’t the thing like bragging about his accomplishments?

Not to mention the crying, this puppet has that reputation, Conrad heard the crying when Geppetto was fixing the issue with the disruption crystal and he has heard of that time the puppet started crying loudly at one of the events held by Lady Antonia. Why would Geppetto want to deal with that? Crying is annoying and it doesn’t solve anything.

Despite all that, Conrad can’t deny how impressive the puppet is, it’s just, marvelous, but Geppetto keeps the secret all to himself.

“Geppetto are you planning on showing anything special for the Grand Exhibition?” Conrad asked.

Certain workers get to showcase things they build or plan themselves, Venigni for example would present his work with the trams and a few people from other departments present their team projects. Legion Arms are also being prioritized, they are revolutionary in the field of prosthetics after all.

“Not really” Geppetto is too busy supervising all the projects to do so, “Why do you ask?”

“That’s a shame” Conrad was preparing his words, if he sounded too blunt others wouldn’t be happy about it, “I know that as an engineer how important it is to protect one’s secrets, but I believe I speak for all when I say that how you build your son is wonderful”

Geppetto took a few seconds to process what he said and this time he wasn’t able to keep his usual composure.

“Are you asking me to show him off as if he was an object?!”

The atmosphere became tense, and because of the yelling many had turned to hear the conversation.

“Oh no, I didn’t mean it in that way”

Geppetto was furious of course he meant it that way and no amount of sugarcoating was going to hide it.

“Then explain to me, what you actually meant”

“Surely you would want the world to know of your genius insight, your puppet son is a good boy, perhaps you would want the world to see that, to see what a puppet is capable of being”

Pinocchio had stopped feeling on edge but now he was furious, at the way this man was upsetting his father and at the way he was talking about him, he was tired of others treating him as an object.

“In my opinion, we should focus our efforts on the new modes of transportation,” Harvey said, trying to de-escalate the situation, “I believe that is what could help other places around the world the most”

It worked and others started minding their business, Geppetto was waiting for the conversation to stop and find a way to excuse himself and his son. But Pinocchio was so mad his heart started pounding, loudly and it got to the point where it could be heard by others, his springs were reacting with force, resonating around the room. There was an awkward pause, but Geppetto took this opportunity to leave with his son.

“You heard that? It was an actual heartbeat, does he have an actual human heart inside of him?”

“But I could hear the faint sound of metal, it has to be one Geppetto made”

“How do you build a heart?”

“Those springs must be extremely resistant, any other puppet would have broken under such pressure”

Father and son were in one of the hallways, Venigni had also excused himself and joined them.

Pinocchio hugged his father tightly, he was having a really bad day, and unfortunately what he didn’t know was that it was about to get worse.

The sound of people talking loudly from the main room could be heard, soon they saw someone approaching them.

“Listen but unfortunately no one is allowed to leave until further notice”

“What’s going on?” Venigni had a bad feeling about this, a horrible feeling.

“A body was found on the back of the building”

Another murder was displayed as “art”, no one was allowed to leave for a few hours, while the police questioned everyone. As they were finally allowed to leave, there was a symbol drawn with blood on the floor, he recognized it, the symbol that was in all those Trinity doors.

Venigni could tell Pinocchio knew the symbol. “We need to talk, right now”

——

“It’s him, he is back,” Venigni said with dread in his voice, they had all gathered at his home.

There is no doubt about it, but how is this possible?

“According to my research,” Pulcinella began to speak up, “All the murders are the same as before, and just as before, a few reports of people who say the culprit ran away from arranging his scene, claim to have heard heavy footsteps, mechanical footsteps”

Just as before, the police dismiss those statements as mere imagination, the shock of seeing a dead body making them believe that they heard the footsteps of a puppet.

“But why would anyone bring him back? Whoever brought him back must have known what Arlecchino was capable of, why would anyone want a murderer running on the streets?” Geppetto couldn’t understand why anyone would do such a thing.

“I believe someone is trying to distract us from something” Venigni knows that all of this news, the coverage is too focused on this, all too take away the public’s attention from something or someone.

“It has to be the alchemists they must be up to something” Gemini chirped, there was not much doubt in his mind after what they faced inside the cathedral.

“But what could they be planning?” Geppetto is at a loss, but he never truly understood their motives in the first place, “They have been silent so far, not even an ounce of activity”

Pinocchio is feeling overwhelmed again, and the last thing he needs is a reminder that he lied to his father about what happened in the cathedral.

Suddenly the phone starts ringing, that’s too much of a coincidence, Venigni is hesitant to pick it up, it’s too much, he was about to do it when Pinocchio picked up the phone first.

“What do you want?” Pinocchio doesn’t want to play his stupid games anymore.

“What not going to let me have my speech?” The King of Riddles was heard from the other line, “Well since you are so furious is a good thing I’m out of your reach”

Everyone else got a little closer to the phone so that they could hear the conversation properly.

“I would have never guessed you were so rude, no reason to give me an attitude”

“Can you stop with the stupid rhymes and just give us the damn riddle?” Pinocchio is getting even madder, he has never spoken to anyone this way before, not the previous times he dealt with Arlecchino or even with Simon, even if they didn't deserve his politeness, Pinocchio has changed a lot since then, not afraid to show his true emotions and now the anger is consuming him.

“Fine, you are no fun, but first let me tell you what I’ve been up to”

Everyone stayed silent as Arlecchino talked.

“I’m not stupid, I know why I was brought back, so please cut me off so slack, I cannot say who brought me here even if I wanted, but at least my killing gets to be flaunted;

Venigni clenched his fist, just like the night his parents were murdered, he would talk like this, every word taunting his victims, never caring for the harm he caused.

“So Krat recently has been a mess Everyone living in such distress; It’s almost as if everything is broken, But tell me what can you break up Even if you never pick it up or touch it?”

Pinocchio thinks hard about it for a few seconds.

“A promise”

“Correct! Good job, you should treat yourself to a nice reward, I wonder what lies in the basement of the Opera House”

After those words were said, Arlecchino hung up the phone.

“Son come here,” Geppetto said while extending his arms, Pinocchio didn’t want to let go, today had been awful.

“This sounds to me like a trap,” Venigni said.

“It could be but…” Pulcinella was deep in thought, “Arlchecchino has always had issues with the alchemists, if one brought him back he mustn't be happy about it”

Venigni realized what Pulcinella was trying to say, “The alchemists are planning something in there, if we investigate and fail he wins by getting rid of us, if we succeed he wins in his plans against the alchemists”

Arlecchino is smart, it’s best to not underestimate him.

“We can keep talking about this tomorrow” It’s late and they live on the other side of the city, Geppetto knows they have to leave.

They said their goodbyes, Pinocchio hugged Venigni before leaving, he wasn’t going to let anyone hurt his uncle, he was going to put a stop to this.

——

As soon as they arrived home, Geppetto wasted no time on asking Pinocchio what was wrong.

“I… I don’t know! Everything!” Pinocchio began to yell, why did all of this have to happen? Why did he go to that stupid event? Why did Arlecchino have to come back just to torment his loved ones?

“Pinocchio it’s okay, I understand that-“

“No, you don’t! No one calls and treats you as if you are just a machine!” Pinocchio was too emotional to hear him properly.

“Son I know those comments are uncalled for and I have asked people to stop but as you can see people do it when we think we aren’t listening” Geppetto sadly can't stop it and doesn't know what else to do, “I’m sorry but this is the reason I didn't want you to come in the first place”

“Well I should have listened to you are you happy?!” Pinocchio was too frustrated now “I hate your work! I hate your stupid job and how your coworkers all see me! I wished you had another job!”

The room became silent, Pinocchio didn’t fully register what he had said until his father started crying and apologizing over again to him. How many times did Carlo say similar things to him? Even if the context is completely different, the sentiment is the same one.

“No Father, I didn’t…I was just…” Pinocchio doesn’t know what to say, it’s not like he truly hates his father’s job but it does bother him the things he has heard and he knows not all of them are like that but he is done hearing everyone talking behind his back.

“I’m tired” Pinocchio just wants this day to end.

The two of them went to bed, but Pinocchio couldn’t sleep that night, so he went to lie down next to his father, hopefully, this was just one bad day.

Hopefully, things will get better.

[turtle-sister-april]

Well I’ve finally binged all of the new avatar the last airbender live action Netflix show and I got to admit it was pretty good. Was it spectacular? No but it was better than that disgrace of a movie, but let’s be honest watching paint dry is better than watching that horrible movie. Below are my opinions on it and spoilers, so don’t click keep reading unless you have already seen it or you’re fine with being spoiled.

Now of course it had its good and its bad moments such as while it was rushed there was so much filler in the first book of the cartoon that it makes sense they would want to get rid of it. But how they decided to combine many of the stories so they could cut out the filler and keep the plot was a smart move in my opinion.

Of course that also came with it's draw backs such as they never explained the story of Katara's necklace and its significance. This took away from when June hunted them using the necklace to instead June hunted down Aang using Zuko's scent from the book Aang took from him. It also took away from when Katara fought master Pakku. Originally Katara fought him because she was not going to apologize for disrespecting him all because of a sexist rule in the northern water tribe. Pakku stopped the fight because he didn't think her worthy of his time but when he saw the necklace that he originally carved for gran gran he then agreed to train her and they changed that dumb rule. In this new one she just fought him so he could see how skilled she was and the rule would be changed so she could be trained.

There were many other story lines that were changed obviously but I'm not going to go too in detail there otherwise this would become too long. But the other main thing I think that they should have learned from the original show was the important rule of show don't tell. A great deal of the live action remake spent time talking about stuff such as why Aang didn't want to be the avatar, when originally Aang's struggles were summed up so nicely in one solemn look and 2 lines.

As for how they did with the characters, for the most part if the character didn't look the part they at least acted the part fairly well. Uncle Iroh was done beautifully. Everything about him was chosen so perfectly that it was practically its own work of art, but on the opposite end the writers did a horrible injustice to King Bumi. His character was supposed to be that piece of Aang's past that never changed, only got wiser as he got older. But in the live action they tried to give some logic to him by saying he blamed Aang for the state of the world and for just up and disappearing like he did, when King Bumi's logic is supposed to make as much sense as the mad genius himself. And I don't care how rude this sounds to the writers but they should be ashamed of what they did to King Bumi.

But aside from what they did to King Bumi and a few other small annoyances I personally have, over all for how they did the show I believe they did a fairly decent job story wise and with the digital effects they did stunning work which I must absolutely applaud them for.

Thank you to anyone who read this whole thing and for doing so here is a link to an adorable picture I found of Raph and Mayhem.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go practice using my ninpo/mystic powers. I want to go see if I can figure out how to use it like fire bending.

[cycloptics]

This is basically a diary entry that gets dark but maybe it’s onto something? I needed it okay

Basically I’m just talking about art and being autistic and quitting my job after hitting burnout

And also some personal traumatic shit I guess

Please don’t feel inclined to read this if you don’t want to I think I just needed to put out my real fucking feelings into the world ya know?

Something really crazy has happened since I hit burnout.

I spent forever hating every piece of art I did, whether it was painting, drawing, or nail art. I’ve hated all of it, never thought I was good enough. I still don’t, of course, but I do atleast feel like I see potential during the process.

But now, since I’ve got the support of people who love my work, or love me, I’m able to look at it again (after a break of hyperfocus) and I can say “okay.. wow, that’s pretty good. I like that.” And that’s fucking HUGE! But what’s even crazier is I looked back and old work I did, work that sat in my sketchbooks abandoned forever, and I am like holy shit. I did that. And I love that.

I painted this in 2019-2020, I’m not even sure when, but I remember being in my apartment, I remember this being one of those pieces where I was desperate to make art. I desperately looked for ways to make a living doing art, just so I’d be able to paint. I bought a Wacom pen and a laptop, I was determined to learn digital art.. and I hated it. Then I bought an iPad and Apple Pencil, still didn’t love digital art. Then someone said “you should do nails” and I thought it was perfect. Then I went to school and did that. Worked my ass off. Went to the best salon in my area and worked there, killing myself and burning myself out in the process, trying to be perfect.

**TW: death, PTSD, loss of a pet, loss of a parent, hospitals**

Then my cat got sick, and even though I syringe fed him prescription food and cat pedialyte, gave him meds, and tried everything, he died.

Then a week later my dad tore his Achilles and ended up in the hospital with 2 DVTs and a PE. He then fought for 2 months to stay alive for us. I watched my dad code and survive multiple times, spent Christmas in ICU with him on a bipap to breathe, watched him lose his fucking mind, praying to god, almost fighting god, seizing, shaking, crying, desperately kissing me and my brothers heads while not being able to say anything other than beg god. I tried everything I could to bring his mind back, because it was my dads biggest fuckin fear was losing his mind. I brought pictures and showed him.. the guilt I feel for going to work while my dad was in the fucking hospital. The calls I got. The way he begged me to break him out of there, and I will always regret not doing that. I’ll never forget it the faces my dad made, the sounds he made, when delirium took over and he was so scared, and looked nothing like himself. Covered head to toe in bruises and restrained to the bed, because they tried to put a Bipap on him when he was sleeping. I’ll never forget seeing how broken my dad was, a man who was so prideful and stubborn, and whose biggest nightmare came true when his youngest daughter had to help him use the bathroom. The way my dad never wanted to seem weak, and the way my stepmom humiliated him. The way she made him sound so pathetic to the doctors that they gave him too much oxygen constantly, because she said he couldn’t do anything without almost suffocating. The way she lied and said he was on 2 liters every night, because that’s how she got her oxygen. She was on 2 liters. My dad refused to use it. The way that him getting too much oxygen made his COPD worse. How that’s what ended up being the cause of death. Not the blood clots that I was so terrified of, that it was COPD. I’ll never forget New Year’s Day and me having full blown OCD had texted everyone in my family begging them not to do laundry because it would mean my dad would die, and finding out my stepmom did laundry because she isn’t superstitious.. then that day finding out my dad was never gonna make it out. I’ll never forget moving to comfort care, and trying to make sure my dad heard all his favorite songs as we all said goodbye to him, or the fact that when it came down to it, my dad was taken off of everything and still refused to die in front of his kids. That my brother made us leave. And he died soon after we left the room. I’ll never forget falling asleep and swearing I’d hear his voice. Crying to Al green in my car. Going fully nonverbal after he died. I thought I knew death because my mom died, but I was wrong. I didn’t know death was so fucking UGLY.

Probably the worst part of death is finding out that it’s so fucking gutwrenchingly ugly. it’s so rarely peaceful. The portrayals I saw of it or heard of it, those were coping mechanisms from grieving people just hiding the reality of it.

I also can’t forgive my stepmom for cremating my dad when he had a literal plot next to my mom, with a headstone my grandfather carved (family biz was monuments) or the fact that she told everyone he didn’t want a funeral.

My dad would never have deprived his kids of the opportunity to grieve him properly.

So I don’t have his ashes, we never did any service, and I’m still pretty fucking fucked up from it.

Then two weeks later one of my best friends died, she was the same age my mom was, with kids the same ages me and my brothers were when my mom died, and she died suddenly with no warning, just like my mom. Her parents called me to tell me. Her dad a week before had reached out to see how I was doing when my dad passed. The universe really is funny that way.

Then another friend died, liver failure. Fucking what? And I couldn’t go to that funeral because I had to work, and I had already taken off too much time for all the other deaths. Couldn’t be the sad employee with all the dead friends and family members apparently. And it gnawed at me that I let work keep me from being with my dad when he was dying, that I missed a funeral because of the pressure to be at work, that I was having breakdowns during nail appointments and only heard about how fucking slow I was.

So I quit my fuckin job. And I regret nothing.

Am I broke as fuck? YES. Have I figured out how to make money for real? Nope. Have I listed anything? Nope. But I will.

Because burnout really taught me that I know what my real passion is in life and what makes me happy, and it’s fucking paint. And art supplies. And doodles. And hyper focusing on something and picking it apart for hours and not having someone over my shoulder telling me I’m too slow, or it’s not good enough.

I’m still in burnout, but if I didn’t hit it, I’d never have allowed myself to heal. I’d never have let myself focus on my actual needs, because I never let them matter. Just had to be a machine that did perfect work to make money for others while I took enough to pay my bills.

And tbh, I’m fine with only getting by, as long as I am doing something I actually enjoy.

Anyway. This started about me realizing that I don’t absolutely suck at art, but I think I really just needed to let out all of these feelings without worrying about anyone else’s. I people pleased through grief. What a dumb thing to do. Fuck masking. Fuck it. I’m done.

[retrowaving1]

I went through some of my old (~2-5 years old) sketchbooks and every time I do that I feel a tiny bit dissapointed that at some point (particularly, after my depression and anxiety treatment with meds) I stopped painting surrealistic sketches, even though I tried my best to go back to that. They just don't come out of me anymore.

Just look at this crazy stuff I used to draw:

(^this one was drawn in Montenegro where I befriended a wonderful old lady who had a cute turtle pet which used to hang out in the backyard of the apartment we rented, and we fed it with cucumbers)

(I must have been hungry for ramen and milkshy when painting it)

Bonus pictures: fanart??

XD guess who

(It was some sketch of Ciri from the Witcher I did before I painted two portraits of hers digitally in Krita)

(It must be Heddy Lamar (or her ghost?)

I like to think that my technique in both drawing and painting has improved since then, but I guess after the treatment I'm unable to create such surrealistic compositions, probably because most of the came out of coping with some psychological issues. I also generally paint people less often these days, I guess I just got fed up with portraits after having painted them digitally for way too long. Either way, I really like diving into memories this way and see how much I changed both as an artist and as a person.

Bonus 2: Punk goose (no comments)

[little-mouse-gardens]

🌸Rottmnt oc head-cannons🌸

Part 1 : Marcy

So I’m gonna be doing hcs for sunny, Marcy, Skye and Angie but I won’t be going in order. This will just be random hcs I have for them as well as their relationships with the turtles.

Right now Im gonna start off with Marcy!

- marcy likes to go thrift shopping for old clothes she can re-vamp, somehow comes home with like a box full of clothes and fabrics. Uses as inspiration for designing new clothes and items in her sketchbook.

- has a space in her room for Donatello to come hang out and relax if he needs a little bit of peace and quiet away from his brothers. Makes sure none of the gadgets he makes over in her room are messed with or damaged.

- her and Donatellos first date took place at an 80s themed pizza restaurant. They gave each other a gift, he made her a upgraded version of a switch and she made him a purple satin jacket with his genius tech trademark and his name on the back.

- one of her favorite snacks is strawberry pop-tarts and mini waffles

- her and Donnie like to learn from one another. They listen to each other info-dump about each others interests and hyper-fixations. The both of them do enjoy and love working together, she may or may not have her own workbench in his lab and a spot in the turtle tank.

- Marcy cannot stand the feeling of cotton balls against her skin. She claims it makes her want to curl up on herself, so she goes out of her way not to to come into too much contact with them.

- marcy and Donnie like to make care packages or get gifts for each other. She personally goes out of her way and buys him a new weighted blanket after he makes her an automatic paint brush cleaner since she told him her hands are cramping.

- Marcy’s theme song would be curses by the crane wives

- Marcy has a pair of glasses Donnie made for her when he confessed to her (he accidentally broke her og ones-he thought the new ones she got were much more durable)

- always has some form of paint splatter or art related mark on her skin even if it seems small

- organizes her art supplies and sewing supplies by color and type.

- has two closets in her room to hold the clothes and items she makes and revamps

- Can’t stand when her pillow is warm. Like it physically makes her angry

- mostly has random art travel supplies and every day items in her messenger bag that she Carrie’s around. (Also an extra pair of glasses just in case they get broken)

- Seasonal allergies are her worst enemy

- good at Digital and traditional art. Loves making stuff into charms, buttons ect. Made matching genius built charms for Donnie and herself

- Enjoys the sights and sounds of thunderstorms until the wind picks up (loud wind? Not the biggest fan)

- takes incredible care of her guppies and goldfish. The koi fish she got has a separate tank from the guppies. Likes to ad natural occurring plants into the tanks and tries to make a self sustaining healthy environment for her fishes.

- Marcy wasn’t diagnosed with autism until she was in elementary school when the girls mother Adrianna, a nurse, was finally able to get a doctor to listen. Is super grateful that her moms understanding and fierce nature, plus she was the first person to teach her how to draw.

- farming and fantasy rpgs are her favorite games

Some hcs for Donnie and Marcy

- Donatello enjoys holding hands with Marcy. Giving them a gentle squeeze. Enjoying the feeling of her hand laced in his. The warmth and softness of them. A silent but affectionate gesture they share with each other.

- Donnie thought she’d be bored by all the rambling about his tech and how it works, but was surprised to see she was actively listening. She remembered a few parts he needed and actually brought them by the next time she and her sisters came over to the lair.

- his favorite thing about Marcy, other than her personality, is the way she smiles. Something about the way the corners of her eyes crinkle and the lopsided sweet smile she can have makes his emotionally unavailable bad boy heart flutter

- always fixing each others goggles and glasses. Both absentmindedly and intentionally. Donnie always keeps a spare on him for just in case hers breaks and she always makes sure to clean his goggles off for him.

- team up against the purple dragons all.the.time, their second date literally was going great and the purple dragons almost ruined it and had to be dealt with

- after several trusting moments, Donnie does allow Marcy to examine his soft shell. She is super careful and constantly asks him if he’s okay or not. Compliments his shell and his mutation, which may or may not have caused him to happy churr and have tail waggles at the same time

- physical contact gets built up over time, but there is no doubt that the both of them are cuddle bugs with each other after they take it slowly. Especially during winter and fall.

- both of them Defiantly pick up on each other when one or the other are having a sensory overload or uncomfortable in a situation. Marcy won’t hesitate to gently pull Donnie to the side somewhere quiet and lend him her noise canceling headphones. Gives him a comfort snack or drink and just tries to be there for him if he needs her.

- the same with Donnie. Keeps a literal notes of what she likes, dislikes ect. What textures, tastes, sights and sounds she is uncomfortable and makes sure to help her avoid them as much as possible.

- hating slimy textures or residue solidarity 🤝

- donnie keeps a bunch of notes and information about Marcy’s likes and dislikes alphabetically

- Marcy is honestly Not afraid to call donnie out for being in the wrong. Even if it’s small. For example in the mystic library, she pointed out the fact that he should have just written the location down. Stating that despite his genius mind, he’s got a bad habit of being a bit too overconfident

- Definitely dance with one another to 80s music. They Work on getting better at dancing all the time.