Artfight attacks so far!! I've been really enjoying drawing everyone's OCs!!
Blueberry and Julie for @gr33nh34rtz
Sugarcoater for Razorfangzz
Luster Spam for @sk0rbias
Rata for PonchoDarling
Winfrey for @jesserioo
Blip for ThingsWithWings
Chester for Gamersam77
Anna Jiffy for @st4rbitz
Lady Ovnee for @maggyoutthere
Okay that was quite a lot haha. I think I'll try and post less in a row next time to spare your dashes 😅 If your OC is posted here and you'd like them to NOT be, or you'd rather not be tagged, let me know!
Also here's my artfight... just in case anyone wanted to attack me haha 👉👈 I'm aiming to revenge every attack this year!!
An art gifting game
Also if you know me IRL NO YOU DON'T DON'T LOOK AT MY TUMBLR!!!!
Heey😊 what are 5 things that would happen in an au where April and Jackson would already be dating earlier, like in seasons 7, 8?
April would FREAK OUT meeting Catherine as "the girlfriend", and even Jackson wouldn't be able to reassure her. Even if it wouldn't go exactly well at the beginning, Owen would sing her praises to Catherine though ("you should have seen her during trauma cert!") and the facebook friendship would stay on.
Alex would definitely, absolutely, 100% walk in on them having sex at the frat house, and they would never hear the end of it (but when he'd try to tell the whole hospital, it's April, not Jackson, who'd manage to shut him down).
They would both campaign for the Chief Resident position. Jackson would end up campaigning for her though (without telling her, of course), because he sees how much more it means to her than it does to him.
Mark Sloan. Would absolutely be inappropriate about it. He would randomly blame her because "Avery has botched his sutures this morning and it's probably because he didn't get some yesterday". April would be horrified, Callie would smack him behind the head, and Bailey would lecture him about sexually harassing people on behalf of someone else.
This one is inspired by a tweet I saw, but when they're dancing at Callie and Arizona's wedding, Jackson would say something like "I could see us doing that someday" and April would absolutely freak out (in the best of ways).
hi it's my dumb ass again YOU SEE MY VISIIIIOOONNN THANK YOU
I raise you this: Robert who is, in fact, deeply betrayed by reader leaving him, but does not push back for their sake because it's finally apparent to him how much his self destruction has also destroyed them in the process. :3
your brain is beautiful and so big and very full of wrinkles you are more than welcome to come back as much as you want are you kidding
i couldn’t help the angst aspect, that’s been a long time coming i’m afraid
god, this could branch in so many directions also.
like would he just accept it? almost anticlimacticly?
maybe reader had a whole speech about it, finally able to get him to listen to them for the first and last time. their concern, their fear for his life, “Robert, you’re killing yourself. You aren’t the mech. You can’t keep pushing yourself like this, you’re going to get hurt. And I can’t just sit idly by while you do it anymore. I can’t. I love you too much to.”
a simple, “…okay.” that’s it. he can’t even look at them when they pause, almost laughing in disbelief. “okay.” like the thought of even absorbing their words would allocate too much energy that could be used on tracking this toxic guy down.
no “you’re right.” no “i can be better.” no “please, i need you.”
no matter how much he wants to say it; knows he should say it.
he keeps those words burning like a live wire connected from his auditory cortex and his frontal lobe, burning white hot until it crisps itself. by that point, they’re long gone, having offered one last crumb of support that he won’t be seeing for a while.
“be careful.”
or could it be a bit more vitriolic?
instead of pushback, it’s straight up pushing.
the walls he’s learned to build from the early days of mecha man raise on instinct. his nervous system can’t tell the difference between a hulking giant villain trashing downtown and his partner gently asking him to slow down, to be careful.
to slow down is to lose track of his mission, to lose track of his mission is to run the risk of shroud getting away, shroud getting away is… not an option.
his brain sees this intervention as being cornered in a fight, and when he’s cornered in a fight, he’s learned to fight dirty.
and so he does.
he isn’t foaming at the mouth, but he’s cold. he’s already closed the reinforced hatch to his mental fortitude.
what hurts about what he says is that they’re fundamentally true, that they cut deep in a personal way only years of being together can be. and with each word, with all the forced indifference, he can see them try to remain above the cutting board.
so he keeps on. he keeps running his mouth until he knows he can’t come back from this. until they’re staring at him like every memory they’ve had with him were wiped from history’s playbook. selfishly, until he knows they are hurting without a doubt, just to bring them to his level.
the borderline horror in their eyes as they stand with a gaped mouth twists his stomach sharply, guilt and regret beginning a dizzying tango in his gut until he shuts that out too.
“you don’t want to get involved?” he asks rhetorically, knowing damn well that is not at all what they were trying to say, “fine. leave. don’t get involved. this has been a problem for me long before you become one.”
that was it. that was the last thing he said to them until they meet again after the explosion.
