Livestreaming late again! FA is offline, so gotta do something to pass the time
Its called a request stream, but I'll only draw ideas that I really love!
You Break It, You Become ItDebra sighed, looking down at her charge’s stupid toy bug: an amber see-through spider with a wind-up key. He’d asked her to watch it for him while he’d been gone to the bathroom, and the little twerp hadn’t come back yet. She missed back in the days when babysitting Greg had been something simple and not as much of a chore as it was now.You Break It, You Become It by SketchySeraph
“Hey, are you done yet?” She asked, turning away from the little rubber spider with a scowl on her face. She didn’t receive a response, and the girl started to worry that maybe the brat had accidentally fallen or something. She stood up to see what was wrong, only to hear a loud crunching under her foot.
Debra yelped in surprise, looking down to see the source of the sound—and no doubt the sound of quite a bit of drama tonight. It was the toy spider, somehow having moved from the table to the floor when she wasn’t looking.
The girl’s mind raced as she stared down at the broken toy, eyes wide
The Toy Factory(Woman to Toy Soldier)The Toy Factory by SketchySeraph
Sammy sighed while browsing the classifieds of her local newspaper. After she hadn’t been able to find any jobs online, she’d settled for looking into the near-dead medium for a way to escape her college debt. It was really her last hope—but she honestly should have expected that with an Art History major.
The brunette girl groaned aloud, her eyes narrowing as she looked once more at the classifieds. Even these all had requirements that were beyond her. For God’s sake, how hard was it to find a job? She groaned louder, considering running upstairs to scream into her pillow… Right after looking at the last classified page.
Sammy turned the page, her heart in her chest as she looked to her last salvation. Her pulse hammered a moment later as she gazed at a full-page placement; an ad for a job at the old toy factory downtown.
“‘Grand Reopening’.” Sammy read aloud, scanning the pages with a growing smile. “B
BB-8 TF! :DLeanne D'Carentan sighed as she lounged on the couch, doing her best to drown out the incessant crying of her charge, Oliver Lindquist. Honestly, if only apartments weren't so expensive; then she wouldn't have to do part-time babysitting-or, in this case, babyhearing. Or perhaps 'babytolerating' was more apropos...BB-8 TF! :D by SketchySeraph
"But my parents promised that I'd get a BB-8 for Christmas; and I didn't! I don't know why they hate me so much!" The boy in question wailed, pounding his hands and feet against the ground. He was so lost in his rant that he hadn't noticed the sitter had completely stopped paying attention to him. "Even Gramma promised me one; and she always keeps hers!"
Leanne massaged her temples irritatedly and tried to think of anything other than how loud the kid was. "You know Oliver; that toy is one of the really popular ones... And it's expensive. Maybe they didn't-"
"No, no, they're all stupid and I hate them!" Oliver screamed even louder, glaring up to Leanne angrily. "All th