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IDEA. Tell Me What DC team your OC Would be part Of And Then Tag Some folk to join In

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[OOC] Honestlyyyyy I see Analise being part of Young Justice - specifically OG Team. While she may not have the powers or the skill training for fieldwork, she can definitely provide some financial support that'll slip under Batman's nose 🤭 Anything for her boys and girls!

new tag game!

a3d3!

ty for the tag ^_^

I hereby pronounce you b4b3

you're giving a4a4 :^>

Hmmm a4c3?

U give me a2c3 vibes. I love it

b4a4 ahhhh 😭

b1c4 lmao

Idk why but you kinda give me d3c3 vibes

hmm now i'm no expert in vibology but you're giving me a2b4 (and if i'm wrong don't tell me) <3

C2A3

B2A4 fr

a2a3 !!!

Tim knocked on Analise’s door, calming himself down as he counted down from ten in his head. He wasn’t sure why he was so nervous- He was just getting some advice from his oldest sister. That’s all..

Tim smiled, though if anyone could see it- It wasn’t genuine. He then lifted his head up to see that Analise had been painting, walking over.

-> Analise turned slightly to look at Tim, his comment of intrigue sparking one of her own. She shrugged her shoulder slightly, a sheepish smile painting her lips. "Well, I guess I'm still trying to figure that out myself." She answered honestly. With the paint brush settled down, she could actually get a glimpse of what it was that she had started painting. Usually she would have a clear picture in her head, but sometimes - like here, with varying hues of blues, purples and different strokes and patterns combined together so beautifully - she let her hands do the talking. Perhaps it was something she'd seen previously, or something from a dream. She herself didn't quite know, but she was sure that the subject would make itself clear when it was completed.

Tim had been playing with his fingers whilst listening to Analise talk about her painting, though her question somehow managed to pull him away from concentrating on the sinking feeling in his chest.

-> Analise noticed the tone in his voice, and it caused her brows to furrow slightly. This was curious behavior from Tim, who was always a bit more self-assertive than this. She wondered what was on his mind that made him act in such a manner. The sight made her heart tug a little.

Tim laughed a little, shaking his head as he pretended to push Analise. Though after the light-hearted moment, he returned to his mind being clouded by his worries. He ran his fingers through his hair once more, an action he seemed to have adopted recently whenever he got incredibly anxious.

-> There was a moment of pause in between his question and her answer, where her eyes took notive of Tim's demeanor. Nervous, shaky, a little clouded in the mind. It appeared something heavy was with him, but exactly what it was, she couldn't quite pinpoint. A crush? A secret admirer? The possibilities seemed endless.

Tim nodded, respecting Analise’s answer even if it felt like she withheld some information- Probably for the best. Though he did genuinely appreciate her answer, it was something that he’d think about for a few days.

Tim gasped a little, his back tensing before relaxing. He looked at her for a few seconds before speaking as he processed her answer, slowly realising that maybe he’s not all that alone as he expected when he was going through this.

-> Analise could see the worry in his eyes; the confusion that lingered in those lavender-blue irises, and the questions that seemed to weigh down his body. She hated seeing those she loved stuck at crossroads, unsure of what to do, and deep in their own minds, unable to pull themselves out. What could she offer Tim to help with his situation?

Tim thought about it real hard, the one person that was constantly clouding his thoughts now. Did he? Did he feel all of the things that Analise was asking him?

-> Analise heard it. Not only did she hear it, she felt it. She felt the quickness of which Tim tried to cover up his slip up, perhaps out of fear or embarrassment or timidity. She really felt it, though, because of how close it had hit to home.

Tim smiled timidly at the pat on his back, but he appreciated it, his eyes following Analise as she stood up to find her phone.

-> "I'm going to ignore you indirectly calling me old," Analise replied with a playful side-eye, while her fingers continue to scroll down her gallery of images in her phone. Once she found what she was looking for, the older woman paused momentarily, eyes clouded over in memory. She released a deep breath before she finally showed what she'd meant to.

Tim tilted his head in slight confusion till he got to see what Analise was looking for. His eyes widened as he studied the picture, the affection clear as day despite the little lightning.

-> Analise retracted her phone from Tim's view and watched the emotions flash across his face in waves. Panic, trepidation, then...a grief intermission with relief, before worry made itself home in the creases of his forehead again.

Tim knocked on Analise’s door, calming himself down as he counted down from ten in his head. He wasn’t sure why he was so nervous- He was just getting some advice from his oldest sister. That’s all..

Tim smiled, though if anyone could see it- It wasn’t genuine. He then lifted his head up to see that Analise had been painting, walking over.

-> Analise turned slightly to look at Tim, his comment of intrigue sparking one of her own. She shrugged her shoulder slightly, a sheepish smile painting her lips. "Well, I guess I'm still trying to figure that out myself." She answered honestly. With the paint brush settled down, she could actually get a glimpse of what it was that she had started painting. Usually she would have a clear picture in her head, but sometimes - like here, with varying hues of blues, purples and different strokes and patterns combined together so beautifully - she let her hands do the talking. Perhaps it was something she'd seen previously, or something from a dream. She herself didn't quite know, but she was sure that the subject would make itself clear when it was completed.

Tim had been playing with his fingers whilst listening to Analise talk about her painting, though her question somehow managed to pull him away from concentrating on the sinking feeling in his chest.

-> Analise noticed the tone in his voice, and it caused her brows to furrow slightly. This was curious behavior from Tim, who was always a bit more self-assertive than this. She wondered what was on his mind that made him act in such a manner. The sight made her heart tug a little.

Tim laughed a little, shaking his head as he pretended to push Analise. Though after the light-hearted moment, he returned to his mind being clouded by his worries. He ran his fingers through his hair once more, an action he seemed to have adopted recently whenever he got incredibly anxious.

-> There was a moment of pause in between his question and her answer, where her eyes took notive of Tim's demeanor. Nervous, shaky, a little clouded in the mind. It appeared something heavy was with him, but exactly what it was, she couldn't quite pinpoint. A crush? A secret admirer? The possibilities seemed endless.

Tim nodded, respecting Analise’s answer even if it felt like she withheld some information- Probably for the best. Though he did genuinely appreciate her answer, it was something that he’d think about for a few days.

Tim gasped a little, his back tensing before relaxing. He looked at her for a few seconds before speaking as he processed her answer, slowly realising that maybe he’s not all that alone as he expected when he was going through this.

-> Analise could see the worry in his eyes; the confusion that lingered in those lavender-blue irises, and the questions that seemed to weigh down his body. She hated seeing those she loved stuck at crossroads, unsure of what to do, and deep in their own minds, unable to pull themselves out. What could she offer Tim to help with his situation?

Tim thought about it real hard, the one person that was constantly clouding his thoughts now. Did he? Did he feel all of the things that Analise was asking him?

-> Analise heard it. Not only did she hear it, she felt it. She felt the quickness of which Tim tried to cover up his slip up, perhaps out of fear or embarrassment or timidity. She really felt it, though, because of how close it had hit to home.

Tim smiled timidly at the pat on his back, but he appreciated it, his eyes following Analise as she stood up to find her phone.

-> "I'm going to ignore you indirectly calling me old," Analise replied with a playful side-eye, while her fingers continue to scroll down her gallery of images in her phone. Once she found what she was looking for, the older woman paused momentarily, eyes clouded over in memory. She released a deep breath before she finally showed what she'd meant to.

Tim knocked on Analise’s door, calming himself down as he counted down from ten in his head. He wasn’t sure why he was so nervous- He was just getting some advice from his oldest sister. That’s all..

Tim smiled, though if anyone could see it- It wasn’t genuine. He then lifted his head up to see that Analise had been painting, walking over.

-> Analise turned slightly to look at Tim, his comment of intrigue sparking one of her own. She shrugged her shoulder slightly, a sheepish smile painting her lips. "Well, I guess I'm still trying to figure that out myself." She answered honestly. With the paint brush settled down, she could actually get a glimpse of what it was that she had started painting. Usually she would have a clear picture in her head, but sometimes - like here, with varying hues of blues, purples and different strokes and patterns combined together so beautifully - she let her hands do the talking. Perhaps it was something she'd seen previously, or something from a dream. She herself didn't quite know, but she was sure that the subject would make itself clear when it was completed.

Tim had been playing with his fingers whilst listening to Analise talk about her painting, though her question somehow managed to pull him away from concentrating on the sinking feeling in his chest.

-> Analise noticed the tone in his voice, and it caused her brows to furrow slightly. This was curious behavior from Tim, who was always a bit more self-assertive than this. She wondered what was on his mind that made him act in such a manner. The sight made her heart tug a little.

Tim laughed a little, shaking his head as he pretended to push Analise. Though after the light-hearted moment, he returned to his mind being clouded by his worries. He ran his fingers through his hair once more, an action he seemed to have adopted recently whenever he got incredibly anxious.

-> There was a moment of pause in between his question and her answer, where her eyes took notive of Tim's demeanor. Nervous, shaky, a little clouded in the mind. It appeared something heavy was with him, but exactly what it was, she couldn't quite pinpoint. A crush? A secret admirer? The possibilities seemed endless.

Tim nodded, respecting Analise’s answer even if it felt like she withheld some information- Probably for the best. Though he did genuinely appreciate her answer, it was something that he’d think about for a few days.

Tim gasped a little, his back tensing before relaxing. He looked at her for a few seconds before speaking as he processed her answer, slowly realising that maybe he’s not all that alone as he expected when he was going through this.

-> Analise could see the worry in his eyes; the confusion that lingered in those lavender-blue irises, and the questions that seemed to weigh down his body. She hated seeing those she loved stuck at crossroads, unsure of what to do, and deep in their own minds, unable to pull themselves out. What could she offer Tim to help with his situation?

Tim thought about it real hard, the one person that was constantly clouding his thoughts now. Did he? Did he feel all of the things that Analise was asking him?

-> Analise heard it. Not only did she hear it, she felt it. She felt the quickness of which Tim tried to cover up his slip up, perhaps out of fear or embarrassment or timidity. She really felt it, though, because of how close it had hit to home.

Tim knocked on Analise’s door, calming himself down as he counted down from ten in his head. He wasn’t sure why he was so nervous- He was just getting some advice from his oldest sister. That’s all..

Tim smiled, though if anyone could see it- It wasn’t genuine. He then lifted his head up to see that Analise had been painting, walking over.

-> Analise turned slightly to look at Tim, his comment of intrigue sparking one of her own. She shrugged her shoulder slightly, a sheepish smile painting her lips. "Well, I guess I'm still trying to figure that out myself." She answered honestly. With the paint brush settled down, she could actually get a glimpse of what it was that she had started painting. Usually she would have a clear picture in her head, but sometimes - like here, with varying hues of blues, purples and different strokes and patterns combined together so beautifully - she let her hands do the talking. Perhaps it was something she'd seen previously, or something from a dream. She herself didn't quite know, but she was sure that the subject would make itself clear when it was completed.

Tim had been playing with his fingers whilst listening to Analise talk about her painting, though her question somehow managed to pull him away from concentrating on the sinking feeling in his chest.

-> Analise noticed the tone in his voice, and it caused her brows to furrow slightly. This was curious behavior from Tim, who was always a bit more self-assertive than this. She wondered what was on his mind that made him act in such a manner. The sight made her heart tug a little.

Tim laughed a little, shaking his head as he pretended to push Analise. Though after the light-hearted moment, he returned to his mind being clouded by his worries. He ran his fingers through his hair once more, an action he seemed to have adopted recently whenever he got incredibly anxious.

-> There was a moment of pause in between his question and her answer, where her eyes took notive of Tim's demeanor. Nervous, shaky, a little clouded in the mind. It appeared something heavy was with him, but exactly what it was, she couldn't quite pinpoint. A crush? A secret admirer? The possibilities seemed endless.

Tim nodded, respecting Analise’s answer even if it felt like she withheld some information- Probably for the best. Though he did genuinely appreciate her answer, it was something that he’d think about for a few days.

Tim gasped a little, his back tensing before relaxing. He looked at her for a few seconds before speaking as he processed her answer, slowly realising that maybe he’s not all that alone as he expected when he was going through this.

-> Analise could see the worry in his eyes; the confusion that lingered in those lavender-blue irises, and the questions that seemed to weigh down his body. She hated seeing those she loved stuck at crossroads, unsure of what to do, and deep in their own minds, unable to pull themselves out. What could she offer Tim to help with his situation?

Tim knocked on Analise’s door, calming himself down as he counted down from ten in his head. He wasn’t sure why he was so nervous- He was just getting some advice from his oldest sister. That’s all..

Tim smiled, though if anyone could see it- It wasn’t genuine. He then lifted his head up to see that Analise had been painting, walking over.

-> Analise turned slightly to look at Tim, his comment of intrigue sparking one of her own. She shrugged her shoulder slightly, a sheepish smile painting her lips. "Well, I guess I'm still trying to figure that out myself." She answered honestly. With the paint brush settled down, she could actually get a glimpse of what it was that she had started painting. Usually she would have a clear picture in her head, but sometimes - like here, with varying hues of blues, purples and different strokes and patterns combined together so beautifully - she let her hands do the talking. Perhaps it was something she'd seen previously, or something from a dream. She herself didn't quite know, but she was sure that the subject would make itself clear when it was completed.

Tim had been playing with his fingers whilst listening to Analise talk about her painting, though her question somehow managed to pull him away from concentrating on the sinking feeling in his chest.

-> Analise noticed the tone in his voice, and it caused her brows to furrow slightly. This was curious behavior from Tim, who was always a bit more self-assertive than this. She wondered what was on his mind that made him act in such a manner. The sight made her heart tug a little.

Tim laughed a little, shaking his head as he pretended to push Analise. Though after the light-hearted moment, he returned to his mind being clouded by his worries. He ran his fingers through his hair once more, an action he seemed to have adopted recently whenever he got incredibly anxious.

-> There was a moment of pause in between his question and her answer, where her eyes took notive of Tim's demeanor. Nervous, shaky, a little clouded in the mind. It appeared something heavy was with him, but exactly what it was, she couldn't quite pinpoint. A crush? A secret admirer? The possibilities seemed endless.

Tim nodded, respecting Analise’s answer even if it felt like she withheld some information- Probably for the best. Though he did genuinely appreciate her answer, it was something that he’d think about for a few days.

Tim knocked on Analise’s door, calming himself down as he counted down from ten in his head. He wasn’t sure why he was so nervous- He was just getting some advice from his oldest sister. That’s all..

Tim smiled, though if anyone could see it- It wasn’t genuine. He then lifted his head up to see that Analise had been painting, walking over.

-> Analise turned slightly to look at Tim, his comment of intrigue sparking one of her own. She shrugged her shoulder slightly, a sheepish smile painting her lips. "Well, I guess I'm still trying to figure that out myself." She answered honestly. With the paint brush settled down, she could actually get a glimpse of what it was that she had started painting. Usually she would have a clear picture in her head, but sometimes - like here, with varying hues of blues, purples and different strokes and patterns combined together so beautifully - she let her hands do the talking. Perhaps it was something she'd seen previously, or something from a dream. She herself didn't quite know, but she was sure that the subject would make itself clear when it was completed.

Tim had been playing with his fingers whilst listening to Analise talk about her painting, though her question somehow managed to pull him away from concentrating on the sinking feeling in his chest.

-> Analise noticed the tone in his voice, and it caused her brows to furrow slightly. This was curious behavior from Tim, who was always a bit more self-assertive than this. She wondered what was on his mind that made him act in such a manner. The sight made her heart tug a little.

Tim laughed a little, shaking his head as he pretended to push Analise. Though after the light-hearted moment, he returned to his mind being clouded by his worries. He ran his fingers through his hair once more, an action he seemed to have adopted recently whenever he got incredibly anxious.

-> There was a moment of pause in between his question and her answer, where her eyes took notive of Tim's demeanor. Nervous, shaky, a little clouded in the mind. It appeared something heavy was with him, but exactly what it was, she couldn't quite pinpoint. A crush? A secret admirer? The possibilities seemed endless.

Tim knocked on Analise’s door, calming himself down as he counted down from ten in his head. He wasn’t sure why he was so nervous- He was just getting some advice from his oldest sister. That’s all..

Tim smiled, though if anyone could see it- It wasn’t genuine. He then lifted his head up to see that Analise had been painting, walking over.

-> Analise turned slightly to look at Tim, his comment of intrigue sparking one of her own. She shrugged her shoulder slightly, a sheepish smile painting her lips. "Well, I guess I'm still trying to figure that out myself." She answered honestly. With the paint brush settled down, she could actually get a glimpse of what it was that she had started painting. Usually she would have a clear picture in her head, but sometimes - like here, with varying hues of blues, purples and different strokes and patterns combined together so beautifully - she let her hands do the talking. Perhaps it was something she'd seen previously, or something from a dream. She herself didn't quite know, but she was sure that the subject would make itself clear when it was completed.

Tim had been playing with his fingers whilst listening to Analise talk about her painting, though her question somehow managed to pull him away from concentrating on the sinking feeling in his chest.

-> Analise noticed the tone in his voice, and it caused her brows to furrow slightly. This was curious behavior from Tim, who was always a bit more self-assertive than this. She wondered what was on his mind that made him act in such a manner. The sight made her heart tug a little.

Tim knocked on Analise’s door, calming himself down as he counted down from ten in his head. He wasn’t sure why he was so nervous- He was just getting some advice from his oldest sister. That’s all..

Tim smiled, though if anyone could see it- It wasn’t genuine. He then lifted his head up to see that Analise had been painting, walking over.

-> Analise turned slightly to look at Tim, his comment of intrigue sparking one of her own. She shrugged her shoulder slightly, a sheepish smile painting her lips. "Well, I guess I'm still trying to figure that out myself." She answered honestly. With the paint brush settled down, she could actually get a glimpse of what it was that she had started painting. Usually she would have a clear picture in her head, but sometimes - like here, with varying hues of blues, purples and different strokes and patterns combined together so beautifully - she let her hands do the talking. Perhaps it was something she'd seen previously, or something from a dream. She herself didn't quite know, but she was sure that the subject would make itself clear when it was completed.

Weekly reminder that I love you Timmy bear 🫂🫂🫂

sneef snorf moots new thing I found

Raspberry.

Raspberry, charcoal, lilac and forest <3

Lilac and forest, no take backs.

russet, sage (kidding), lilac and forest ♥️