#a picture of you and me

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The Drawing (short OC thing)

I was bored and I haven't written anything that isn't Theatrics at Freddy's related for a while so I decided to write a short piece introducing a few of my OCs. There isn't much of a plot, this one focuses mainly on Lola and Andrew. I will probably make more of these in the future until all four characters have made significant appearances. :] Story under cut!

This was a problem.

It wasn't a grown-ups problem. It wasn't going to continue to bother her in about a day's time, and it certainly wasn't going to haunt her mind at night in a decade's time. It was a child's problem. Children's problems tended to feel very extreme in the moment, and Lola was feeling an extreme amount of weight in this moment.

Green... or teal? she wondered, looking at the 24 pack of pencils in front of her. Each one was ordered out by colour and sharpened to perfection. She always had them that way, except for when she was in the middle of colouring something. But even then, as soon as she was finished, it would go back in its rightful place.

Her hands eventually settled on the green, its triangular grip making it much easier for her to steady her hand. Before the instrument could hit her current piece, however, she heard the sound of her door opening and looked up.

In came Andrew, her father, with a smile on his face. He must have been in the garden again, Lola inferred, as she could see the dirt on his pants even from where she was sitting. She didn't say anything.

“What's going on in that little mind of yours now?” he questioned, leaning against the wall with a tilted gaze.

“I'm drawing,” she told him, looking back at her work. Despite her flat voice, her father knew she was in a generally good mood.

Andrew didn't have to step over anything as he approached. Lola was a neat kid, after all. Once he was close enough, he bent down to get a look at what she was drawing, instantly smiling once he recognised the identities of the characters. “Oh, is that us?”

Lola put her pencil down. “Yes. And Cotton.”

He scratched his stubble. “And Cotton,” he echoed. “But what about your mother?”

“No,” she said simply.

“No?”

He sat down on her bed, making sure not to get dirt on the crisp floral pattern, and sighed. “I think it would be a very nice family picture, Lola.”

His daughter looked down at the picture. “This is my picture,” she read the title of the drawing out loud, tracing her finger across the letters to keep track, “daddy, Cotton and me.”

He frowned, seeing how stubborn she was acting. “Don't you think she would be sad if she wasn't included?”

Lola thought about it. “Maybe she would be sad. But I already wrote the name. I can't change it.”

But Andrew continued to be persistent. “Why not? You can add her title next to mine.” He pointed to a blank space on the paper. Lola was silent for a moment, but eventually nodded.

“Okay.”

Her father sighed in relief, brushing his light brown hair out of his face. He resisted the urge to lean back onto the bed, knowing how Lola's mother was about keeping the house clean. He was surprised he was even able to sneak into his daughter's room without getting caught.

Meanwhile, Lola got to work, picking up her sharp black pencil and drawing her mother onto the page, next to her father and separated from her. She added the simple face and triangular haircut, before giving her a body.

The portrayal seemed normal, for the most part, but there were some... consistencies that confused Andrew. The depiction of Cotton, despite being a rabbit, was the only one smiling in this particular picture. Both he and Lola had blank stares, and her mother looked as if she were talking, but her mouth was just a little too large. He specifically had no arms, doing nothing but staring forward. Even having an art style was impressive for someone her age, but when it came in the form of missing or warped body parts, it became something he wanted to look into further. He decided not to question her about it today, however, for he had already pushed her enough.

That was a grown-ups problem for another day.

Suddenly, a loud shriek came from past the door. It took Lola a moment to realise it was her mother. In a flash, her father was gone to her rescue, though she already knew it was either Cotton running around under her feet or maybe even her finding one of Andrew's recent messes. She wondered what her reaction to his pants would be. Would they argue again? Or would she just chastise him? It was hard to tell with those two, sometimes.

Lola, sighing to herself, then reached for her green pencil once again.

[ibtisams]

My father was martyred by Israel on 10 October 2023 after sacrificing his care in hospital so the injured children could take priority. Today would have been his 60th birthday. He was always selfless, kind, and giving for others. My father gave up everything for me to be able to have a better life, because that is what he always dreamed for me and my sister. The world suffered a great loss when he died, and my heart is always with him and every Palestinian who has lost someone.

In his honour and memory, I would love for anyone who is able to do so to consider donating to The Palestine Children’s Relief Fund.

The PCRF is an amazing organisation that does so much for those in Gaza right now, including helping provide food, water and medicine. You can donate any amount you are able to- there is no minimum! My father would have given his very last cent if he saw the way Palestine was continuing to suffer after over 100 days with this limited aid, so I know celebrating him by helping others is the least he would have wanted.

I saw @parrot-parent do a very successful donation match and I thought it was such a good idea so I will also match all donations up to $500! If you feel comfortable sending me proof of the amount of your donation, I will match it as a donation at the end of February. (My messages are set to mutuals only, but if you donate and we aren’t mutuals if you send an ask with the proof I will make sure to answer it privately.)

[allthetorturedpoets]

i’m so obsessed with my mutuals i need you all to know that you are like celebrities to me and i want to hear everything you have to say

[anna-scribbles]

resolutions

[courfee]

oby jeggy is a different kind of dsfkdsf so here is them from the first fic in that series, i will touch you with my mind by my love @itsjaywalkers

[yesokayiknow]

donna's literally never letting that shit go btw. the doctor'll be like donna can you do the dishes and she'll be like well i would but my hands are too big to pick up the sponge 😔 i guess you just didn't notice 😔

[taikova]

*destroys sanji with my mind*

[iconicshrub]

idk what to caption because all of my thoughts about the show are just “AUUUGHHHAUAGGHH!!!!!!!” (<- positive)

[404-mind-not-found]

Why are they wearing that [My OCs Andrew and Lola in the format of that Garrett image]

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[kidovna]

save me, bisexual MDs, save me

[magnusbae]

listen now :')

[ohhyperbola]

Him again.

[taffywabbit]

i have lots of flaws but i do at least take a fair amount of comfort knowing that, if i were a customer NPC in a fast food/retail management game, i would be one of the chill early-level ones that can wait a super long time before they start getting impatient, and you breathe a sigh of a relief when you see them show up in a harder level

[theoldkyokodied]

One wedding and three funerals

Background paintings under the cut

[ave661]

"Be careful who You trust, Sergeant. People You know can hurt You the most."

Some situations inspire you to create renders, like in this case. Turns out not every Ghost is trustworthy. Sometimes someone will stab you in the back and I guess that was my lesson.