#sharing ideas

AND it gave me oc ideas hehe

Was thinking of making avatar characters but they’re based on the Taino gods

Thoughts?

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Yes! I have tagged you for the third time today. I know...

But first, I wish you to check these posts, I'll be adding in this phrase.

I have a very interesting questions to ask you people...

What can you tell me of the LGBT+ Community? If I'm honest, I don't know absolutely nothing. Despite seeing your art with regularity.

How do you write a Transgender Character? Like I said in a post. One of my OC's, Gianluca Calvano, was meant to be transgender, but I'm ashamed of saying this, but, since I know nothing about what transgender is and the fact he's a villain, I scrapped the idea. I even wanted to draw him for the Trans Right Day Awareness, but I declined, now I can't, because it's been months. But I had been thinking in rescuing here and then, but I made a poll to know your P.O.V..

Well, that could be everything, if you want to answer me my question, I'll be reading what you have to say in the commentaries blow.

Yapping Section:

The idea would around of; past event, let say– around when they were staring their business. We all know they struggle with money and all that, but has anyone tthough that for that reason, the house was not suitable enough, couldn't afford to raise a kid in those conditions?

Would that work ?

My father was not prepared for the responsibilities of parenthood, but he tried his best. He was never physically abusive. He could, however, be emotionally abusive at times. There was never any malice in it, however. He just didn't know what he was doing.

He was 19 years old when I was born, and he took custody of me two years later when he divorced my mom, because they both agreed he was in a better financial state for it. And I wasn't a very easy child to raise.

But he did make mistakes. And he did leave scars. I don't blame him for it. But he did.

I've never been comfortable expressing myself with spoken words. Text is where I find myself. Text is where I can be myself. From words in my notebooks to words in digital spaces, text is where I'm truly free to be the person I want to be. The person I can't be in real life. Because real life is where my scars are.

I was four years old. My dad had important people from his work over. I don't know why. I was four. I just knew that there were a bunch of people in my house, and I was curious and eager to talk to them. I told them about my favorite Nintendo games. I told them about my favorite cartoons. I told them about how I wanted to be a kitty cat. I was having a great time.

My dad wanted me to stop. I don't know if I was upsetting people or if I was making him look unprofessional or what. Maybe I was talking too much. I don't know. I was four.

But what he said to me when he pulled me aside was, "Nobody is interested in what you have to talk about." He couldn't have known at the time that he was about to change the course of my life. That he was giving me a social disorder.

Now that's been with me for 33 years. It's an anxiety, a worm in the back of my mind that makes it hard for me to talk to people. To share my interests. My beliefs. My ideas. How am I supposed to connect with another human being? Nobody is interested in what I have to talk about.

Of course, that's not entirely true. I have people in my life who've made the effort to crack open my shell. To assure me that they care. That they're invested. That it's okay for me to share what I love, and to indulge in what they have to share. I have a neat little LGBT family now that accepts me as one of their own.