meows. Anywho i did thid for an art collab cs there wasnt a theme and the rezero rot is coming back. Mostly from memory and it's been a couple years so... if there are inaccuracies then no there isnt :)
Also emilia's head isn't meant to line up. That's why it looks a bit silly.
Riddler fic of him being a stalker and following you :3
made it college au (i haven't read riddler year one)
(its fem sorry 😰 i wrote it abt me so...) also i use y/i (your initial/initals) for like one part i dont think i use names here
word count: 2.8k (I DID NOT KNOW IT WAS THAG LONG)
It had been a few weeks already. He fidgeted with his pencil as he looked down into the desk, every so often slightly raising his head to look across the room. She stood out immediately. The bland white walls, beige furniture, white florescent lights all of it blending in with one another. His eyes lingered. Her bright hair making her an immediate stand out, the center of attention. Well-- For him at least.
He dozed off, staring more and more intently. He couldn't get enough. Drinking in her every feature. The noise of the professor talking slowly being drowned out. It was only him and her in this room. God how he wished that were true. All she could do was focus on him, it would send him over the moon. The more he though about it the more he realized this dream scenario was also a nightmare. Imagining the silence. His flaws magnified with her full attention, maybe this was better a fantasy. He flinched when she turned her head, quickly attempting to look inconspicuous. His chest quickly rose and collapsed at the fear of being caught. His skin tingled, the embarrassment sending an itch to his neck, slowly spreading as he worried. He stared down into his notebook unsure if he wanted to face the slim possibility at being caught.
As quickly as he turned away he *needed* to peak once more. Edward was too nervous to do so. His paranoia taking control and forcing him to keep his head down. Sitting there planning out what to do next, being put off only by others getting up and getting ready to leave. Oh. The lecture had ended.
"shit"
Edward looked over to the girl, she had put her laptop away and slung her bag over her shoulder. Edward panicked a bit. He wasn't ready. He wasn't sure if he was able to bring himself to commit to his plan. Deep down he knew he was being weird. His interest growing to an unnatural and slightly unhealthy one. His desire to learn more about her manifested into him wanting to follow her around. he always assured himself he wasn't weird about it, knowing where someone lived wasn't *wrong*. Right?
He had eventually admitted it. He slowly found himself growing more and more obsessed by the day, her simple act of kindness enough to put a target on her back and leave Edward needing to know more. To have her. Every night he replayed it in his head, the best bedtime story he had. Slowly relaxing him, the excitement that he even had the *possibility* to relive it in his dreams.
It all started when he had sat down for a class, he was curled into a corner hiding himself from others. It had been a few lectures in, he still found himself alone and reclused. Wanting to be hidden from others. All of a sudden he felt something bump into him.
Before he could apologize and hide again. Maybe curse them in his head. A soft voice cut him off.
"omg I'm sorry--" she spoke in a meek and embarassed tone.
Edward looked up confused, but nodded. She ended up giving a soft smile, sitting a few seats to his left. A few seconds later she had gotten up once more, slowly maneuvering past him and leaning over the table and its clip board. She winced a little, scanning the desk around her for something. She shuffled over and asked him if she could borrow his pen to sign in. Edward blushed a bit at her and her sudden attention. He felt special, being asked for help, her kindness. Even if she wasn't going out of her way to be kind and doing more than basic manners Edward had already started reading into her body language and words. He scrambled for a pen and handed it to her.
"Oh uh- here you go."
"Thanks"
She quickly scribbled her initials. Handing the pen back and softly scooching past him attempting to not bump into him once more. He had peaked over. "y/i" He didn't know her name other than it began with "y/i" but he quickly swirled his mind thinking of every name he could to put into this kind girl. This short interaction sealed her fate. Edward formed his own idea of her, everything she was. She became everything he wanted.
He snapped back to reality, watching her walk out of the room. He quickly threw his things into his bag and hurried after her.
He insured there was a distance. He didn't want her to notice him behind her. He needed to know more than what the lecture room provided. What was she like with others? What does she eat? Does she meet up with friends after? is she a loner like him? No of course not why would he even consider that.
He was almost mindlessly wandering behind her. Until he reached the sliding doors. He focused again, shaking away his thoughts for now and creating more distance. She didn't notice a thing, it almost fed Edwards ego. She was more mindless than he anticipated. This seemed like it would be easier than he thought. She crossed the street and sat down on the bus stop. He had seen this routine for the last week. It all happened the same. As soon as she sat down Edward grew too anxious to go further, suddenly changing directions and watching her get on and leaving. Shuffling over to his bus stop and going home to sulk.
But this time was different. He crossed the street and waited a few feet from the stop. She sat there on her phone, fidgeting with her cutesy wallet. He grinned to himself as he imagined talking to her, painting a false picture of him being suave and charming. Pretending he wasn't a socially anxious loser, afraid of rejection, of new experiences. A *total coward*. He snapped out of his swirling thoughts. The loud engine growing louder as it approached, slowly turning closer, making him reach into his pockets for his card. He hurried on, quickly boarding in order to sit in the back. Securing himself into a corner and waiting for her, she had sat a few seats ahead. It was clear she had absent mindedly done this, her mundane routine at the end of class, the repetitiveness only challenged with small changes in seating.
His heart raced, he could watch her unafraid. No consequences. She would never turn around, to see him focused on her every movement. The soft comfort of not being caught also slightly stinging, she *would* never turn around. The bus began to move, he held onto his bag nervously. He used public transportation often, and he didn't enjoy it. He always became acutely aware of his surroundings; how close everyone was, how slow it was to get to his destination. Half of these thoughts flooded in as they hit the next stop, a few kids flooding in and planting themselves around the bus. Edward was then reminded of why he was there, another student sitting near the girl. He was jealous, *he* should be sitting there. Its not like they were sitting next to her, but the proximity was enough to make him brew slightly.
He knew better than to stare, to make it obvious he was upset. Even if he had let his emotions take over, causing this following to even happen. He took a deep breath, drooping his head and looking at his feet. He felt movement again, watching his laces sway as the tires moved.
He wasn't sure what his next move was. He had made a plan, an intricate and calculated one. He would take the same bus and find out the stop, her streets, possibly up to her door. But he knew the last part was too real for him to do, it will always remain a fantasy.
Each stop he had looked at the surroundings in order to figure out his way back home, waiting for her to step out. Any time he grew worried he looked over to her, picturing her comforting him. Her soft voice guiding his breath. If it were to happen in reality he wasn't sure if it would ground him or send him into cardiac arrest. Her head resting against the window, she was so unaware of how she made him feel. The overwhelming heat that filled his chest and face. It all made him grin in excitement.
Dozing off filling his mind with different scenarios involving her he suddenly saw her arm lift up. Her fingers pressing against the crimson red plastic. A beep ringing throughout the bus.
She was getting off at the next stop.
He clenched his fists, both excitement and fear struck him at once. He was ecstatic he was finally going to see her house; the place filled with every fiber of her. But the other more rational part feared his next move. Was he really going to keep going? keep being a creep and following an unnoticing girl from his class. He was honestly being helpful, this would make her realize she needed to be more aware of her surroundings. She *was* asking to be followed. Edward knew he was trying to make his actions sound reasonable, convincing nobody but himself. He couldn't deny it was failing miserably. Feeling himself freeze in place. he had a minute to make his decision, and his body decided much earlier than his mind.
She grabbed onto the steel pole, hosting herself up from the seat. She walked towards the doors, fighting against the still moving vehicle. She made it look so effortless. He attempted to look away, to make his observation unnoticeable. He wasn't sure if it was working. As quickly as she hit stop she got off the bus. He soaked in the surroundings, seeing the shops all around. He wasn't sure where she was headed. Was she far from home? Does she take another bus? What if she was going to work...maybe this was a one off stop. He began to think of every possibility, some giving him more anxiety than he needed. He looked around, people starting to fill the sidewalks and make the area look livelier. He imagined walking down all these shops, her hand in his. It would be a nice date filled with window shopping, lunch, and lots of romantic gestures. That's what they always did in the movies, he always watched them to pretend he could have a happy ending like them. He almost had a deep hatred for them. A cold reminder that these romances were really just words on paper. Directions meant for the camera, Edward would never truly experience a love like the ones on the silver screens. He didn't fit the ideal man exactly, and it was hard to change himself to get anywhere close to it.
Now was for the part he was dreading. How would he get home? He opened his phone, scrolling a bit as he looked for the next stop in order to reroute back to his apartment. This was the opposite direction of his place, he was a bit disappointed. He wanted to be surprised at how close they were. That it was basically fate, they were *destined* to meet. Imagining there was no distance and he would see her at the grocery store he went to, that would definetly be where their relationship started.
After 2 different bus rides he had finally made it back to his complex. Shuffling to the front; he was always worried he would see other ten dents, he HATED the small talk it would bring on. Opening the door he saw a few other people, a few hello's directed to him. He attempted to be friendly with a tiny nod and smile even if is head remained down the entire time. Making his way up to the 3rd floor he fumbled with his keys until it slid in and made a small click. He never felt these locks were all that sturdy, maybe it was just used as a false sense of security so people could sleep better at night.
As he shuffled around, tossing his bag and hoodie as he moved through his clustered living room. Does he really want to keep doing this? Looking around he took in the depressing surroundings. Edward began imagining her laying in his couch. Lounging mindlessly, she would love to be here. Begging to stay the night and fighting him when he says she needs to go back home. Who was he kidding he would never turn her away, the idea of her moving in with him brought a small grin to his face. He moved over to his bed, lost in a daydream where she jumped for joy when hearing the door knob rattle. Greeting him every day after class. Throwing himself down on his messy disheveled bed. He slowly broke out of his fantasy as he looked around the room. He lived in filth, he didn't even bother to take care of himself. His delusions began to differ from him being the ideal guy for her, i mean, if shes kind to him she would understand his issues...Maybe she would, help him? yeah. She would understand. She would have open arms when she got to know him he just had to make her realize it.
He continued her routine. Eventually he got comfortable, she always got off at the same stop. He still had to figure out whether she lived around there or took another bus like him. Another issue raised, What was her schedule? He just couldn't deal with *just* seeing her twice a week. He needed more. It was a miracle he was able to sustain seeing her for 4 hours a week. His obsessed thoughts filling the blanks when she wasn't around, but it just wasn't cutting it any more. After getting so close to her he needed more of her life. Edward had still barely spoken to her, they actually sat pretty far from one another. But that distance was irrelevant, he was getting closer to her. Too close.
Today he sat in the back, waiting. All he needed was to watch her reach towards her hair, pulling out one of her headphones. That was the queue she was getting off. This is it, Edward was gonna get off and follow her. God his heart was racing. He wasn't sure what outcome he wanted more. Did he want to learn she had more till she made it home? That she made it to work? or the most nerve wracking he was taking the route to her beloved and sacred home. He actually didn't have to wonder anymore. He was about to find out.
Waiting a few second after she got off he hurried to the exit. She was still blissfully unaware, god she was easy. She was basically asking to be his prey. Edward felt like he almost had it *too* easy. Shouldn't he be more sneaky with how clearly he was following her around?
No. She *needed* to be taught a lesson. Focus more on your surroundings. Pay attention who's on the bus. It was almost like he was finding excuses for when she did find him out. Edward almost laughed aloud to himself. Hes giving her too much credit. He would never be caught.
As she turned the corner he stopped for a moment. Obviously he peaked, he needed to make sure he didn't lose sight of her. She crossed the street, digging through her bag.
"No...It couldn't be?..."
She pulled out her brightly colored lanyard, filled with a few charms dangling, crashing into gather to make the sound of metal obvious.
oh yes it was.
He felt a knot tighten in his stomach. Oh my god. it was right here. Right in front of him. The place she returned to every day. Slept in every night. Every trace of her, who she was, what she liked, her comfort. All into this one place. The tall brick walls, old and worn down. It was clear it was an older home. He shuffled closer, even though she was oblivious up until now and he was allowed to be reckless, he wouldn't DARE to make his presence known. She had to have been more cautious from creeps following her to her home. he watched with a held breath her push the door open.
It was unlocked? was she an idiot? god. he couldn't help feeling more and more comfortable. or- wait...
was she inviting him? did she know all along? Of course! she wasn't that stupid. He felt frustrated he even thought that about her. She *had* to have been waiting for him to finally get the courage
Sometimes I also work on non-OC related things. This picture was made for my husband's work-in-progress RPG maker game, Legacy of the Regent. Her name is Réka, and she's the main character!
@nymm-kirimoto kindly let me read a wip they’re working on (oh god it slaps - gave me more ryley robinson brainworms - and threw me into a well - where I still maintained my will to climb back out - i’m not good at compliments )
Spontaneous “Let’s All Draw Sonic” moment between @robboyblunder, me, and @bunsterkeaton respectively (posting w/ their permission)
Rob says he still struggles to draw Sonic, I expose the fact I used to draw Sonic stuff even if I never played any of the games, and Buster is a faker (has never drawn Sonic before)
