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sentavoarts · 3 months

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hey, ur oc is super cool! got any hcs w/ them in adwd? i’d love to know!!

HI THANK U FOR THAT but yeah i have some:

His name is Sen btw! (where i basically got my name from)

Post will include these things: -Basic info about him (fav color, food, music taste, etc) -More detailed things (previous jobs he worked, body details like scars and tats, etc) -Hcs with them and grim (uses his actual name)

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Basic stuff:

-He/they pronouns

-Sennes is his actual first name with Sen being a nickname

-Fav color is this specific shade of blue ( 8BECFF)

I can't even explain why he likes it he just does and thinks that's awesome of him.

-Fav foods would be those local filipino noodles (pancit canton if u wanna look it up) and that samanco ice cream

-His overall genre of music would be a mix of indie , jazz and, somewhat pop

-Fav artist is arctic monkeys or laufey!! (projecting here)

-He doesn't really have a style he just wears whatever he thinks looks good on him but it may range from vintage to things those skateboard boys wear!

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More detailed things about him:

-He's quite scared actually not sure if it was seen that much in that art but he has a scar across his face from accident (technically an attempt of casp trying to take his soul) from when a wine bottle fell on his face.

-On the note of wine he actually had a bartending job while he was in college to help pay for his rent. He's had some other previous jobs before this one and here they are in order: flower shop cashier > cafe barista > bartender.

-Honestly the job i was gonna give him wasn't in the list of jobs (psychiatrist) but if i were to pick in the list it would be mortician i just think he would probably kinda enjoy it??? because if you think about it being a mortician is like those asmr tiktok games where you give a make over to a zombie or smth...

-Tattoos! All over his arms! And on his nape:

the one on his nape is inspired by a song called "crying lightning" by arctic monkeys!!!!

-He has a mole on top of his eyelid and freckles everywhere.

-Actually pretty buff as he can bench press around 291 lb (strong baby boy)

-He's actually had some self defense training from his parents when he was younger and picked up boxing and fencing as a hobby.

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Hcs with Casper!

-Like one of the options in the game, Sen would absolutely ENJOY putting little ribbons all over Casper's hair. He might even play around a bit and make him have goofy hairstyles (that Casper would KILL him for but we ignore that).

-He calls Casper "Casp" because he just thinks its really cute. Along with "Cas" "Buwan"(filipino for moon) and "Vinegar" (Teasing)

-Inspired by that convo in their official discord server, They would have a BLAST doing each other's skincare/ make up while listening to 2015 white girl songs!

-Following the one before this they would ROCK karaoke night.

-Sen is a avid music listener and would probably try and get Casp into so many other artists.

-(based on the game) Sen's teased Casp about his plush Azrael but really Sen has a whole ARMY of plushies and Casp REALLY gets back at him for that. Basically would go like:

"Your not really all BIG and SCARY with that plushie thats so PINK and CUTE!"

"Says the shithead with a army of plushies on his bed... seriously why do you need that many"

"SHUT UP DON'T SAY THAT ABOUT THE CHILDREN"

"THE CHILDREN??????????????????"

-Idk why but i feel like he would let Casp use markers to color in his tats!

-Sen would 100% bring him on a whole road trip to a more country/rural place to just enjoy the peace and quiet (Like one of those aesthetic vanlife tiktoks

-Sen is pretty decent at drawing and i feel like Casp would be too if he tried hard enough but i just imagined them giving each other lil drawings they made (could even be on little notes left on the fridge or little letters scattered everywhere)

-On those days Casp is in the soul sickness time will be spent snuggled in bed and having nice warm meals!

-Sen would probably always ask Casper for a sparring session because that seems like it would actually be fun! Plus we don't really know much about how Casp fights so... that would be interesting (he would be butt hurt if he loses).

-Their def a >:| and :3 duo

-I feel like deep in my bones Casper would probably like playing guitar/bass. So basically what im saying is they could sing and play TOGETHER! YIPPPEEEEEEEE!

nyways i think i better stop here because this list is getting LONG. And currently thats all the hcs i can think of.

THANK U FOR ASKING THIS AND READING THIS WHOLE INFO DUMP!!! YIPPEE!

#a date with death mc #headcanon #sen's random posting #adwd casper #head in hands

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madfantasy · 9 months

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Dear blogging

Hello dears hope ur doing well.

I'm back alive.

It feels like forever

I had another scare over one of my guardians, who is half paralysed, getting super sick; us living no where near any whete for hours. Simply put, if something happened to my guardians, our whole exsistance is funked. So I was near breaking the whole time & so frustrated that we are so helpless.. They got better thankfully, but then i got sick in turn, bedridden, shuddering with fever and all. I can only guess it from using an expired medication cuz it never got that bad before..

I was angry too that my guardians did not check on me, knowing I'm sick. Even tho I know they won't and have never done so before, never the less I wished.. it just made me honed in on how truly alone I am

I suddnly got reminded that I was a Digimon baby, and found perlonged distraction in playing Digimon world 3 ( if u played it u know the horrendous grind it requires). I just remembered how bad I wanted those digivices, they weren't even locally known let alone available.

I need those plushies now

Now that i am aware and dont feel like mush, I sat about the house with sibs, the first I had to be greated with is my guardians yelling ofc. I nearly forgot they needed to constantly dim the moral over the pittiful of things, & I had to assume the third parent role again, so they went back to ignoring my corrections cuz they can't rebuff them and just say they weren't talking to me so it's non of ur business.

I rushed back to my room & cried after my sibs told me we're out of tissues. It was yet a another tipping point over the accumulating shi.

On the plus side, I have never stopped writing ideas to my drawing list, sometimes I think its too much, heh

But I've decided also to make a balance, to draw my ocs too. Cuz I feel I have been have been neglecting so many aspects of doing my art that made it worth the whole process. Like I need to express feelings, that's the main, but have fear that I've lost the sense of creativity, in doing fashion and what not. I always felt I couldn't go full blast in fanart cuz i still want it to be relevant, even tho I feel everything I draw is out of place no matter what, somehow.

Also to draw creepy fairytale vibes where its safe in a way, to call it dark art, all for the sake of my artistic drive✨️

Wish u well, have a splendid Monday beverage ☕️ 🍵 🧃

14.8.2023

#personal #drawing journey

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romanarose · 2 years

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Leather and Lace: Chapter 5

Santiago "Pope" Garcia X Fem!OC

Pervious chapter here : Next chapter

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A/N: I'm so sorry this is just long as hell. I couldn't find a natural end and there was so much I wanted to include. Sorry it took so long. Hopefully a new chatper of Sunshine Starlight Sweetheart Brightside will be out this week.

The hat scene is based on a post by @copingchaos and @welcometostayingawake which I will link in at the scene, be sure to give the post a like and reblog!

Final A/N: I want to make a masterlist for this fic but I wanna have some nice art or something for it sooooo if anyone wanna draw something or make a mood board or something for this, I’ll include it in the masterlist and tag/link ur account and any pages you use for your art! Anything sent will be included, even little doodles so don’t be embarrassed!

Chapter Summary: We see Santi and Will's side of the argument when they went inside. Santi and Laci find a special time just for them and have a moment. Laci babysits Rosie will the guys have drinks.

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“Do you have ANY IDEA how close you came to dying, Pope? It’s a goddamn miracle you didn’t get your head blasted open! You and Ben could’ve died! Then what? Do we spit up the money again and give it to your non-existent family and pretend it’s okay? If Ben died, would you just give me a pat on the back and say ‘Oh, sorry!’ and move on?”

Pope couldn’t sleep. The day had riled him up too much. Him and Will, after Frankie chewed them out, had gone to the kitchen. Santi hated leaving her out on the porch. Hated more how jealous he felt of Benny. But he didn’t want to test Frankie’s patience.

“Is that what this is all about, Will?” Santi crossed him arms at his friend. “Jesus, go to therapy.”

“I don’t need therapy, I need to stop watching my friends get shot!”

“Will you shut up? Frankie is going to fucking kill us as it is.” There was a long, pregnant silence. “Listen, I’m sorry Ben got shot. You know I’m sorry. But Ben agreed with me, he said I should’ve stayed with her… Maybe you should-”

“Don’t tell me to take time out of the field, Pope.”

Santi raised his hands in defense. “Okay, okay. But I think we’re all going to maybe take some time off, Frakie wants to spend time with Rosie, Ben’s got physical therapy-”

“You’ve got the girl. Who you want to spend time with” He crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow.

Pope rolled his eyes. “Can you stop being shitty about Laci? I’m trying to help her”

“Oh please” He countered. “You have way past doing your job. You got a thing for her, even if you won’t admit it.”

“She needs help, Will”

“You saved her life, you were supposed to bring her back to the embassy, and be done. Have you ever stopped to consider you are overstepping? Have you ever considered that maybe there's a reason soldiers aren’t supposed to take back trafficking victims to play house?”

Santi shook his head. He had considered that, of course. “That’s not what's happening here.”

“Are you telling me you wouldn’t fuck her if you had the chance?” Will challenged.

Santi pinched the bridge of his nose. “We’re getting off topic here.” He diverted. “We’re here because you’re being a dick to her”

There was a pause and Santi watched a boatload of emotions dance across Will’s face as he searched for a smart ass answer. When nothing came, he simply agreed. “I know.”

“Then why are you being like this? I know you know damn well this isn’t her fault, and knowing you, you are going to start feeling really shitty about how you treated her.”

Will groaned dramatically. “I don’t know man! I know I can’t blame her for what happened but my subconscious does anyway.”

Santiago’s lips smirked up a bit at that. “Subconscious, huh? You sure you haven't been the therapy?”

Will flicked Santi’s head. “No, I took psych in high school.”

“Nerd.”

The men stood in silence, feeling better but also not feeling like everything had been spoken.

Will broke the silence again. “I’m sorry for how I’ve been. I just… I can’t help it sometimes.”

Santi knew he was sincere, but he also knew he had a duty to her. “Well you’re going to have to help it, man.” Santi crossed his arms. “Because for the time being, she’s going to be here, and if you want to be around me, you’ll have to be around her. And if you’re going to be around us, you’re going to have to be nice, because I’m not putting up with it anymore.”

Will closed his eyes “I know.”

“That girl has been kidnapped, raped, beaten, and god knows what else this last year, I’m not letting her put up with you bullshit too.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” Will opened his eyes to look at Santi. He knew the protectiveness his friend felt over the girl was partially due to the loss of his sister, but he couldn’t help but feel there was another attachment here.

“Don’t say sorry to me, say sorry to her.” He nodded out the door.

Will gave a short laugh. “You gonna leave me alone with her long enough to apologize?”

“If you promise to behave.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah” Will headed for the door.

Laci said things were good, that they’d made it. She didn’t go into details and he didn’t ask. That was their business. But right now, he couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t abnormal, he didn’t sleep a lot. Right now, all he could think of was Tom’s head with blood oozing out. Santi shook his head like an etch-a-scetch, and stood up to get some food. Unsurprisingly, Laci was up watching Friends.

He popped back into his room to pull shorts over his boxers and a white tee shirt, mumbling. “Even’n Lace.” As he rubbed his eyes, walking behind the couch in the living room. Lace turned around, hopping up on her legs, looking over the couch. He sees the movement, and looks over to find her eyes following him. He could swear she was looking at his butt. He smirked at her “Need something?”

Her eyes flicked up to his, embarrassed at having been caught, she turned back to the tv and sat down.

“Ah, c’mon Munacita, I’m only teasing.” He waited until she glanced back at him. “You hungry”

She shrugged and smiled. ‘I could eat’

Santi heated up some pizza rolls, and brought a plate over to her. “Bon appetit, mademuasel.”

She grinned at him as she accepted the plate.

“G’night” Santiago began walking back to his room with his plate.

“Santiago?” She called after him, causing him to turn around.

“Yes?”

She nodded over to the seat next to her on the couch, and raised her eyebrows. ‘Join me?’

Santi knew damn well this was a slippery slope. He knew, really, that he shouldn't be indulging her in her little flirts. But she looked at him with her big hopefully eyes, how could he deny her like that? “Yeah, sure Lace” He sat down at the other end of the couch. “But we aren’t watching Friends.”

Laci grinned at him, bouncing over to sit next to him and handing him the remote. “Well you can’t sleep…” She spoke softly. “What do you watch?”

Santi was thankful for the dim lights, he was sure his embarrassment would show. “I um… it’s kinda silly”

She nudged him, urging him on.

“I like to watch old sitcoms”

Laci laughed at this. She smiled, shaking her head ‘That’s not silly’ She pointed at Friends still on the TV.

“Friends isn’t old!” Santiago insisted, suddenly very aware of their age gap, making him feel even more ashamed of the thoughts that had been creeping into his head.

She gave him a pointed look. “It’s older than me.”

Fuck, that made him feel old. “I meant, really old sitcoms. Dick Van Dyke, I love Lucy.”

She nodded to the TV while nuzzling up next to him. “Relax.” She told him, and he tried.

A few hours later, he wondered how he got there. How had Santi ended up laying down, stretched out on the couch, with Laci asleep in his arms?

That’s how they found themselves more nights than not. Santiago would join Laci on the couch, and slowly their bodies would come together, and she’d fall asleep in his arms in various entanglements. There was something natural in it. There was a bit of desire on Santi’s part, how could he not, with a party blonde girl in his arms?

When she woke up the first morning, Laci smiled at him. She looked at Santi like they were lovers waking up on a lazy Sunday morning. Laci climbed off of him as he stood up. Santi’s thoughts were racing. Why did he do that? Why did he let her lay on him? Why did he wrap his arms around her? Why didn't he get up? But when he looked at her all sleepy and smiling at him, he couldn’t find it to feel as guilty as he should’ve.

She looked at him, touching her back.

“Does your back hurt?” He asked

She shook her head and pointed at him. ‘No, does yours?’

Oh. She had been asking about him. “No, actually I feel great. I haven't slept that well in…” years. He thought. Santi didn’t finish the sentence. He changed the subject as he stood up. “Well, the whole day is free. No doctors, no therapy, nothing. What do you wanna do?”

Laci thought for a moment and shrugged.

“C’mon, we can do anything you want. Whole day, up to you, what grand plans do you have?”

Laci considered his words. After a moment, she made scissors with her fingers and went to her hand.

“A hair cut?!” Santi chuckled. “We can do anything, and you want a hair cut?”

She blushed, but shrugged.

“Okay, Munecita. A haircut it is.”

Santi had her pick wherever she wanted for breakfast. Starbucks, IHOP, some fancy brunch place, it was up to her. He tried to express that money was no issue, but wasn’t sure how to go about that without sounding like he was bragging. The moment he got the money, he was set for life. He could have lived in luxery without working a day in his life. But he did work. He needed something to do. They all did, needed something to take their minds off the horrors. Benny still fought. Fought in matches and in bars. Frankie had his beautiful daughter, Santi’s god daughter. Frankie also had coke, something that no one dared bring up. Will always seemed like he had it together, focusing on field work and making sure Benny didn’t get himself killed. Seemed like he had it together, until he didn’t. Incidents like this last week were reminders that Will had a lot of guilt over Tom’s death that no one addressed. And Santi? Santi had work. Constant work. He always had something going on, something to distract him from everything he had seen and done… and hadn’t done.

He knew that the guys thought, or at least wondered if that's what Laci was. A project. But Santi didn’t think so. There was so much more he wanted to know about her, wanted to do with her, time he wanted to spend…

Santiago went to a barber for his hair, but Benny had a recommendation for a hair stylist. He promised that she wouldn’t make a big deal about Laci not talking.

“You must be Benjamin’s friends! I’m Brit. You can take a seat at the first chair, I’ll be with you in a sec, hon” The stylist called over to Laci, then looked at Santi. “You getting a hair cut too? You look like you could use it.” She teased while washing items in the sink. “Nay has some free time, could squeeze you in?”

“No thanks, I’m-” Santo started, but felt a nudge. Laci was looking up at him, grinning and nodding. She looked so excited, how could he deny her. He sighed with a smile. “Okay, yeah I suppose I could use a trim.”

“Excellant!”

Santi walked over to where Brit was cleaning. “Hey uh, did Ben talk to you about her at all?”

She gave him a sympathetic smile. “Yeah, he told me how y’all found her. Horrible. Don’t worry, her cut is on the house.”

Santiago shook his head. “No, no I’m paying for hers, don’t worry ‘bout that. Thing is, she doesn’t talk much. Sometimes at all, she has pictures for what she wants, but she can’t really reply unless it’s yes or no…”

“Don’t worry hon, I understand, I’ll keep it simple.”

He smiled. “Thank you.” Santi began walking away, but turned around. “Is there any like… hair treatments or something… nice? I asked her what she wanted to do today, all she asked for was a hair cut… Is there anything I can add to make it nicer for her?”

Brit gave him a knowing look. “Yeah, I’ll check out her hair, see what she needs.”

Laci and Santi spent the next few hours in the chairs, it was almost like a spa day. Much of Laci’s hair had been damaged from a year of no care and malnutrition, so she got much of it cut off, holding up a picture for reference on the phone Santi had bought her.. Brit had opted for a keratin treatment to strengthen her hair. Laci had asked (via her notes app) about highlights, but Brit was concerned about the integrity of her hair at the moment, and suggested they come back in a few months and recommended hair skin and nails pills.

Santi got a trim, and Laci gave him pleading eyes to get the keratin treatment. Nay suggested he get a deep conditioning for his curls, and Laci allowed it. Together, they relaxed as the soft music played. Nay and Brit were thankful for not having to make conversation, and Santi secretly enjoyed being pampered.

“Jeez, whatever you and Benny do for work, if you wanna send more coworkers my way, feel free”

Santi had left a generous tip, and he knew Benny would’ve as well. They were very popular wherever they were regulars at.

The next two weeks were something akin to domestic. During the day, they took turns cooking for each other. Well, “cooking” Santi could get by with a few Guatemalan recipes, but he tended to rely on burgers, microwave food, and pastas. He generally was in charge of lunch. Laci took on dinner. She was better at cooking than him. Some recipes, a white girl from St. Louis probably wouldn’t know, and Santi figured she had learned in her year of captivity. It occurred to him that they never really talked about what happened. He supposed that's what her therapists were for. Laci had given him access to all her medical and psych records, something Santi never took advantage of or even asked for. Laci had given permission for her psych to talk to Santi about what they talked about, she signed everything away to Santi. He was all she had. He could, if he wanted, find out everything they had done. But Santiago didn’t want to find out that way. If she wanted him to know, she could tell him. He didn’t want to invade her privacy. She deserved to be allowed secrets, even if she had given up her rights to any.

More nights than not, she fell asleep in his arms. it had become routine. If they couldn’t sleep, they’d meet on the couch and watch old sitcoms. More nights than not, she laid on his chest. And tonight? Tonight he was regretting it. Not regretting it enough to stop, however. Not enough to move, to get up, to get away from her. Not when she was so close to him. Laci had sat up on his chest, her hands tracing over his face. He was tired, too tired, and the soft glow of TV bounced off her face. She was beautiful. Her haircut was chin length, a style that worked well for her straight blonde hair. Despite his best judgment, he reached up to touch her face. Laci’s fingers trailed his hairline, his cheekbones, his jaw, and softly over his bottom lip. He fought her urge to take her fingers in his mouth, but this was more innocent. Something pure, delicate and new. He didn’t want to ruin what was happening, even if he knew he should walk away. Her skin was still pale, but had gained color in its cheek’s, a bit of pink on her face that matched the shade of her lips. A shade that matched the color of pink she generally likes to wear.

Laci leaned into his touch, and before he could stop himself, he lifted his face to hers. For a moment, their lips merely brushed together, an air of hesitancy like a teenage crush, like a first kiss stifled by nervousness and awkward touches. Finally, the hand on her face gently entwined in her thin hair, bringing her to his mouth ever-so carefully. It wasn’t a demand, it wasn’t an insistence, it was a guide. ‘Come here’ it said ‘let me love you, please’. The kiss was a plea. ‘Let me love you, let me love you, let me love you’ from who to whom, Santi didn’t know. Was Santiago asking to let him protect her and love her and help her, or was Laci asking him to open up, to know and be known by him.

There was no tongue, no fever, no wet, hot kisses and lascivious touching. Just his lips on hers, slow and kind, her gentle touch on her face begging him not to pull away. He only did so for moments long enough to check on her, only to see her smiling dreamily at him before one of them went back to the languid affection. There was a tightness in his chest, nervous to be seen so openly. It was a vulnerability he really shared. His job, the way he lived his life, had prevented him from normal relationships. This felt like a new start, a brand new thing not only with them, not only between him and the pretty girl in his arms, but within himself. There was something in him that had been laid to the ground with every military move, everyone had had to kill, everyone he watched be killed. Every kiss he planted on her lips brought new life; the hand in her head secured her to him, begged her to stay, stay, stay with me Laci, please. Something that had been burried deeper with every time he watched his friends get shot, every member of his family who died, all that was being brought to the surface with every faint, soft brush of her lips and the tender touch of her hand on his stubbled face. He didn’t want to stop. He wondered if he could stop time, what he would give to keep them like this, safe in each other’s arms for ever.

But he did stop, he had to. If he didn’t, he’d take things further. He would already regret this in the morning, he didn’t need to give into every carnel desire he had. Laci smiled, giving him one last kiss on the cheek before laying her head down on his chest. Tomorrow was for regret; tomorrow was for feeling shitty. Tonight was for nothing but thoughts of her lips, and the comforting touch of her hand.

The next day

“You two ready yet?” Will called out to Santiago and Laci in the doorway. Will was the DD for tonight.

Ben was already half drunk. “LET’S GOOOOOO”

“Benny, shut the fuck up or I swear to god I’m leaving you here”

“Hey!” Santiago Garcia emerged from his room. “You’re not leaving a drunk Ben alone in my house.”

“He’s gonna get in a fucking fight tonight and I’m too sober to deal with this.”

Santi patted his friend on his back. This was Will’s apology for being a dick at the BBQ.

Laci practically skipped out of her room. She wore white overalls over her pink undershirt, and was beaming. Frankie had asked her to babysit Rosie so the guys could have a few hours out. Santi had he feeling it was primarily for Laci’s benefit, but he was nervous. Him and Laci had been attached at the hip since the moment he found her, hardly being separated. She always had him in the room with her for doctors, and if she was in therapy, he stayed in the waiting room. For any meeting for social workers and things of that sort, he was always in the room, translating or relaying messages, depending on how verbal she was that day. This was the first time they would be separated by anything more than a few yards.

“Frankie is going to fucking kill you” Santi commented when he saw the hat Benny was wearing. It said ‘women want me, fish fear me’ from some tik tok audio.

Benny grinned. “I’m counting on it!”

“You change your goddamn ringtone yet?”

“Absolutely not!” Benny had set his ringtone to “Benny and the Jet’s” months ago, and it was driving the guys insane. Laci seemed to think it was funny. Every time it went off while they watched Always Sunny, Santi groaned, and Laci giggled.

Will started to drag Ben back to the Jeep. “Who still has a ringtone anymore?” He mutters as everyone loads up, heading to Frankies next.

Laci held Santi’s hand as she usually did when they left their house, but as soon as Laci spotted Rosie, his hand and him became irrelevant. She scooped the toddler off the floor, and began whispering praises to the giggling girl. She talked to Rosie more than Santi.

“Two peas in a pod” Frankie commented and he put the food on the high chair. Then he spotted Benny’s hat. “Take that god damn shit off!” He tried to grabbed it off Ben’s head.

Ben yelped but doged Frankies grasp. He ran around the counters, tailed by Fish, mimicking the audio. “Women want me, Fish fears me”

Frankie chased the boy around the living room.“I don’t fear shit, Jackass, fuck off” Frankie grabbed the hat off Ben’s head.

“Hey!” The whole group of men turned to see Laci covering Rosie’s ears. She nodded to the baby. “Language” she scolded.

“Yeah, Fish, l a n g u a g e!” and took his hat back.

Frankie sighed, one battle at a time. He turned to Laci. “This is her dinner, she’ll fight you over it for a while but I promise she’ll eat it, just gotta keep at her. If she gets too messy you can give her a bath, but I think she’ll be okay. Bedtime is 7, but she gets really excited with new people, so if she doesn’t go to sleep, don’t sweat it. Help yourself to anything in the fridge or whatever, remote for the TV is on the coffee table. Don’t worry about dishes or anything. Any questions?”

Laci looked like she was mentally noting everything in her brain. She shook her head.

“Great. Any questions, you have my number, you can text Santi if that’s easier. I’ll set the security before I go, theres camera’s in the living room. Not that I don’t trust you, I don’t trust the outside. Years of military makes me paranoid.”

Laci nodded, smiling and still holding the little girl.

Santi spoke up. “I think I’m gonna sit tonight out guys.”

Everyone, including Laci, turned to him.

“What?” Ben asked.

“I’m kinda tired, I think I’ll just stay in with Lace and Rosie tonight”

“You stay in with Laci EVERY NIGHT, Pope.” The shots Benny had taken had loosened his mouth. “Jesus Christ she’ll be okay for a few hours.”

“No, that's not it-”

Ben scoffed loudly “Oh yes it is! Come one, give her a little freedom”

Santi glared at Ben’s comment. “Freedom? Ben, I’m not keeping her captive.”

Laci handed Rosie to Will, who took her with a smile and a kiss. Laci took Santi’s hand and dragged the irritated man to the hall. “Santi, it’s okay. I can handle a one year old”

He sighed, momentarily distracted by her pink lips, that only last night were on his. “I know you can, I just…”

“I know I havn’t…” Laci shuffled a bit. “I don’t really let you go anywhere, I don’t want to keep you back…” She looked up at him, her thoughtful blue eyes on him.

He softened for her. “Oh Lace, no, you aren’t keeping me back, not at all. I… I enjoy our time… together…” he trialed off, both of them thinking about last night, the kiss… neither had talked about it.

“Santi, I promise it’ll be okay. I’ll text you if anything goes wrong, or if I get anxious or something, okay?”

Santi considered this. It had been a long time since he had a chance to get loose with the guys, and Ben and Frankie promised to provide some entertainment… “Okay, yeah, just… keep me updated, okay?”

She lit up at that. “I promise”

They walked out of the hall, everyone turned to them, Laci smiled “Parties on.”

With a loud bunch of cheers from the guys, everyone got ready to go. Frankie gave Rosie a bunch of kisses and when everyone else had left, Santi kissed Laci on the cheek. “Have fun.” and tickled Rosie before he left. Benny absolutely saw that.

A few hours and a few shots in, Ben brought it up. “So, you two finally kissing” He said out of nowhere.

Everyone turned to Santi, whose cheeks were flushed with a bit of pink. “What are you talking about, jackass.”

“Everyone’s calling me a jackass tonight!” He exclaimed. Benny wiggled his eyebrows. “I saw you kiss her when we left.”

“What?” Will exclaimed. Frankie was not surprised.

“Listen” Santi defended himself. “It was a kiss on the cheek” there was a pause, as no one seemed to beleive him. “There might have been… some kissing last night.” A loud ooooooo from Ben. “No, no, not like that. And I should havn’t done that” Santi shook his head. “That’s not why I took her in.”

“Well…” Will started, but stopped, hesitating.

“Whatever it is, say it.” Santi groaned, finishing his drink and ordering another round for the guys sans Will.

“I just mean, it’s not the only reason. But I think it was somewhere in the back of your mind.”

Santi looked indignant. “I didn’t move her in to coerce her into sex, Will”

“I didn’t say that!” He raised his hands defensively. “I just mean, she’s a pretty girl, you’re a good looking guy who has been very nice to her,” he stifled a smirk “it’s natural that theres gonna be some… attraction.” Will tried to remain polite.

“Listen.” Santi scrubbed his face. “I’m well aware that she might find me…” He tried to find the right words without sounding braggadocious. “Appealing” he said he a smile, earning laughs from the guys. “But” he got more serious. “I don’t want her to feel like she is obligated to do anything.”

“Santi.” It was Fish’s turn. “I don’t think she feels like that. You treat her like a porcelain doll, she feels safe with you.”

Santi wasn’t relenting. “And I plan on keeping it that way. Lace is still in a high emotional state, I don’t know if she’s thinking clearly, and I’m not going to take advantage of that.”

Ben took another shot. “So what you’re saying is, when she gets more settled, you would go for it”

The alcohol flowed through Santi, taking back his usual inhibitions when he spoke. A smile quipped up at his lips. “All I’m saying is… I enjoy spending time with her, and I wouldn’t mind if she wanted toooooo, continue that” Oh yeah. Yeah he was drunk.

This evoked a round of cheers from the guys, and Frankie ordering more drinks.

A ding on Santi’s phone. When he looked at the screen he smiled.

Frankie looked over. “Everything alright with our girls?”

Our girls

“Yeah, they are great.” He show Frankie, then Benny and Will the picture. Rosie was fast asleep in her bed, Laci laying next to her smiling. Yeah, he was saving that picture.

Laci woke up on the couch, Will very softly whispering for her to wake up, careful not to scare her. “Hey”

Laci gave a sleepy little wave, but was concerned there was no Santi.

“Listen, I just got Frankie to bed, Santi is… drunk off his ass.” He chuckled. “Let’s get you guys home so I get throw Ben on his front porch and be done with him.”

Laci’s face falters, and Will assured her he was joking and would get Ben to bed safely. She stood up, glancing over to the room Rosie was in.

“I already checked on her, but you can say goodbye if you want.”

Laci shook her head, she didn’t want to wake her.

When she got in the car, it was clear Santi and Ben were DRUNK drunk. Will had shoved them in the back, opening the passenger door for Laci. The whole ride home, Ben and Santi alternated music. Despite his earlier insistence that he didn’t like Luis Fonsi, he sure sang No me Doy Por Vecino loud as hell. Benny did too, even if he couldn’t pronounce the words. Laci looked over to the older Miller, who was glancing at his brother and his friend in the rearview mirror as they screeched out ‘Una senal del destino’ the top of their lungs, gripping to each other dramatically. Will was not as irritated as he pretended to be. He turned to see Laci catching him smiling.

“They’re funny.” He defended.

Will practically had to carry Santi’s short body to the bed. Laci was grateful for him, there was no way she’d get him there. She took off his shoes as Will practically forced him to drink water.

“STOP WATER BOARDING ME!” Santi half yelled, half laughed.

“I’M NOT WATER BOARDING YOU, I’M TRYING TO HELP YOUR HANGOVER AFTER ALL THOSE SHOTS, DUMBASS”

Laci stood up, gesturing for the cup. She stood over Santiago, who was sitting on the edge of the bed. Will watched as she held the cup to his lips with one hand, and carefully coaxed his head back with the other. The way Santi looked up at her… he was done for. Laci had his wrapped around her finger, and likely had from the moment he saw her. His large brown eyes watched her face as she watched the cup, far more careful with him than Will had been. Santi drank every bit of the water, and Laci patted his head, leaning into whisper “good job, baby“ Suddenly, she looked up, turning around to see Will. She had forgotten he was there. Santi laid down on the bed, mumbling something in Spanish they couldn’t understand.

His face flushed a deep pink as her eyes widened in panic.

“Hey, hey,” Will Miller held up his hands, before pretending to zip his mouth shut. He mimiacked locking his mouth, handing over the key to her. Laci smiled and tentatively took the metaphorical key, tucking it in he roveral pocket.

“You guys gonna be okay here?”

Laci nodded.

“Okay, call me me if he asphyxiates on his vomit or something.” Pope had put all the guys numbers in her phone as soon as he bought it, incase of emergencies.

She looked panicked again.

“Oh! Oh no, I was joking. Sorry, dry humor.”

This didn't comfort her. Now she was worried about him choking.

He sighed, but smiled. “Here” Will moved Santi to his side. “If he’s on his side, he’ll be fine” Will promised.

Feeling better, Laci nodded

“Okay, I’m gonna get going. Leaving a drunk Ben alone is a bad idea, he’s probably fighting a racoon as we speak.

Laci laughed and waved goodbye.

When he was out the door, she locked it behind him and set up Santi’s extensive security system. She went back to check on him, sitting on the edge of the bed. When was sure he was asleep, she played with his beautiful, thick hair. “Thank you for everything. I don’t say it enough, but thank you. I owe you everything. Te amo.” A kiss on his forehead. “Te amo, Santiago” Laci climbed into the other side of the bed, not wanting to leave him alone. Will’s joke had worried her. She was going to watch out for him the way he watched out for her.

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I hope y'all liked the kiss bc I wanted to write it really fucking sweet. Their first kiss was impulsive, but I wanted this to be slow, deliberate.

I used a piccrew maker to make how I picture Laci when she was found, and then after she had been with Santi and got her hair cut this chapter, which you can find here for reference

Also I'm working on a spotify playlist for this fic, if you have any suggestions go ahead and comment! Its gonna have leather and lace by stevie nicks (duh) some luis fonsi (duh) Selena, etc. if you have any songs you feel fit this fic, comment them here!

Also, writing dialoge that switched between 4/5 people is hard, im sorry if it was confusing.

be sure to follow the leather and lace fic tag, and if you'd like to be added or removed from the tag list let me know!!! smut is coming i swear

relbogs help a lot and comments mean the world! love y'all and thank you so much for the support y'all have given to this story!

@littlenosoul @bensolosbluesaber @milkymoon2483 @gogh-with-the-flow @itspdameronthings @trinkets01 @p0edameronswife

#leather and lace fic #santiago garcia x reader #santiago garcia #santi garcia #santi garcia x oc #santi garcia fluff #santi garcia hurt comfort #santiago garcia fluff #fluff #hurt comfort #oscar isaac fanfiction #benjamin miller #benjamin benny miller #frankie catfish morales #will ironhead miller

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fionajames · 6 months

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*deep inhale*

Hey hey hey!

Sorry that sounded way better in my head. Good morning, since it’s midnight where I am, and I hope you don’t have writers block because that’s the worst thing that could possibly happen!

Anyway, requesting tiiiiiiime! May i pleeeeease have Dhole, your OC, helping out the 501st in a deadly battle with Ahsoka, Rex, Anakin, and any other clone/Jedi you’d want? And May I have angst and maybe a minor injury (no preference who)?

Sorry, I have a thing for the Injury ones since to me it brings out emotions and tension and draws the reader in to make sure they’re okay, you know?

I LOVE YOUR WORK SO MUCH <3 thank you! Sincerely, your grateful follower, Sha. (That’s my name)

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ANYWAYS ENJOY

Dhole glanced at Dice again, who was staring straight ahead at the doors of the gunship. The boy readjusted his hold on his blasters, glancing to his side where Ahsoka was grinning. He and Dice had been sent alongside the 501st and 212th to safely escort a Senator back to Coruscant after his planet had been invaded by the Separatists. Once they’d freed the Senator, the two Corrie’s and a small squad would head home whilst the others and the Jedi continued the fight until the Republic had regained control over the tropical planet.

“Dhole, are you alright?” A voice asked and the red-armoured boy turned to Xi, who was clutching his helmet under his arm, running a hand through his black hair. Dhole went to do the same, entangling his fingers in his mess of curls, tugging wisps down to his eye level to see the red colour he’d dyed the ends. “Brother, are you alright?”

“Ah yes, sorry Xi!” He chirped back, pushing down his nerves and attempting to reconstruct the sunny facade he was slowly slipping out of. Sure, Dhole was a sunny boy, but the longer the war continued on for, the less sunny he was. “Sorry, Xi, just zoned out.”

The older trooper gave him a doubtful glance but nodded. The small Togrutan girl next to Dhole poked his side.

“Dhole, why are you so nervous?” Ahsoka asked quietly, and Dhole inwardly cursed the stupid Force giving her the ability to sense his emotions.

“I just don’t want anything to go wrong, kid,” he told her with a forced smile. It then melted to a frown as the gunship swayed in the air. “But I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

Ahsoka laughed and that helped to at least make Dhole’s shoulders relax a little. “My Master says that all the time!”

“Says what, Vod’ika?” Dhole asked, a smile growing on his face but this one wasn’t fake.

“‘I’ve got a bad feeling about this,’” she explained. “He says it so much!”

“Really?” Dhole chuckled, before muttering as he put his helmet on. “Maybe he’s right then.”

The plan was simple enough to follow and Dhole shouldn’t’ve felt as scared and nervous as he did - nerves swirling around his stomach and making it lurch with every step he took. He watched as the Clones around him started blasting at the enemy, and his heart lurched when Ahsoka ran away from his side - towards the enemy with her green lightsabers blocking blasts.

Dhole moved as his body commanded - away from the heat of the blasts and to cover, where he breathed deeply and blinked away his panicked tears. Why was he so worked up?

“Dhole, focus!” Rex called to him, noticing the robotic movements his brother had adopted and the way his hands were shaking. “Vod’ika, are you alright?” The blonde Clone shuffled closer to the younger, placing an armoured hand on his shoulder. Even though they were both wearing helmets, Dhole could hear Rex’s concern.

“Yes sir!” He chirped back, steadying his voice and accidentally slipping back into the soldier-voice the Kaminoans expected off them. “Sorry sir!”

Rex flinched, frowning at the boy’s language. But he didn’t have time to dwell on it.

Dhole watched the Captain turn away as he leapt to his feet, expecting his natural battle instincts to kick in. He fired at the enemy - his brothers by his side - but his instincts hadn’t kicked in properly.

A grenade exploded to his side - a white armoured Clone flew past him from the impact of the explosion - as he was thrown to the side. Dhole cried out when a piece of sharp, metal shrapnel cut into his arm - straight through his armour. Someone beside him shouted something, but his vision had tinted with a red haze.

“Fox!” Dhole screamed out instinctively, reaching his good armour up. His instincts howled for his older brother, but he was not there.

“Dhole!” A voice called, a feminine voice. Ahsoka, his mind gently explained, and he barely heard it over the sound of his own thoughts screaming for his brother. “Rex, medic!”

Dhole felt several tears fall from his eyes - tears of pain that he couldn’t stop - as he reached his hand to Ahsoka, desperate for any feeling of comfort. A hand slipped into his and he squeezed it gently, trying to stop himself from gripping her hand like the lifeline it was.

“Dhole!” A voice screamed and suddenly he felt his body shift unwillingly as someone grabbed him. He screeched in pain and wreathed in the person’s hands. Two hands moved to pull his helmet off. And even though it was red-tinted, Dhole could recognise the familiar - yet unfamiliar in the immense worry that adorned it - face of Dice, the burn scar crinkled with worry.

The person holding his helmet was his General, whose face was swirling with worry and he was biting his lip in concentration. “Kix is on his way,” the brunette told him, glancing to his Padawan. “Cover him, I’ll continue the fight with Obi-Wan.”

Ahsoka didn’t have time to protest - not that she would have anyway - as her Master leapt to his feet and rejoined the battle.

Dhole barely noticed anything after that - his vision was too blurry and his limbs were white hot with pain. Kix arrived shortly after and tended to him, but midway through the medical attention, he blacked out.

“Kix!” A voice called and Dhole flinched at the loud, unfamiliar sound. “I believe your trooper is awake!” Is that, Dhole thought. General Kenobi? He opened one eye hesitantly, recoiling from the bright light but getting confirmation about his thoughts from the ginger Jedi hovering above him.

A face appeared in his vision, but it was not a Clone.

“Oh good, you're awake!” General Skywalker told him with a grin. Dhole internally frowned. Since when did the Jetti care so much about me? He thought.

“Dhole!” A voice cried out and the boy flinched as Dice threw his arms around him, encasing him in a hug. Dice was shaking. “You scared me Vod’ika!”

Dhole sunk into his arms numbly, too tired to speak.

“We were worried you were dead,” General Skywalker explained, and Dhole had to stop himself from raising an eyebrow.

“I’m sorry, sir, but why were you worried? I’m just another clone,” Dhole told him and Dice promptly smacked him on the back of the head. Dhole chose to ignore it.

“You are not just another clone to us,” the General replied, sitting down beside the Clone. “You’ve done some amazing work, Dhole - that’s why you're an ARC Trooper - and your kind as well. You’ve saved our lives many times before, and that's why we chose to get to know you.”

Dhole’s face fell and then was replaced by one of utter shock. His stomach swirled with warmth and a grin broke out over his face, his vision blurring with tears. He lunged forwards and wrapped his arms around the brunette General.

General Skywalker’s face contorted with shock before he wrapped his arms around the crying Trooper, soothing him by running a hand through his curls gently and playing with the stray wisps. “Shh, it’s alright.”

“Thank you so so so much, General,” Dhole spluttered out relaxing into the comforting arms of the Jedi. His heart ached with joy as a tear fell from his eye, getting caught in his eyelashes like raindrops do.

“He’s right, you know,” General Kenobi spoke up as Dhole watched Dice leave the room, seconds later Ahsoka entered. The Togruta waved to him frantically, beaming all the while. “You're not just Clones to us. Your soldiers, men, and you deserve a lot better than what you're getting.”

“You really believe that?” Dhole asked, pulling away from General Skywalker, who gave his back an affectionate pat.

“Of course!” Ahsoka chipped in, moving to sit beside her friend and drape her arm over his shoulders. “Your our family too, Vod!”

Dhole bit his lip, but he couldn’t stop the tears as they began spilling uncontrollably from his eyes, burying his face in the teenager’s neck. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” General Kenobi chided softly, hand on the Trooper’s back. He was smiling sympathetically, blue eyes shining with truth.

“Yeah, we’re all one great big family!” Anakin laughed, grinning and Dhole couldn’t stop himself from grinning back.

“The Jedi and the Clones,” Dhole chucked. “A formidable family!”

But everyone knows family doesn’t last forever.

I HOPE U GUYS LIKED THAT!!!!!!!

HAVE A GREAT DAY OR NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LY!!!!!

#clone wars #star wars #the clone wars #clone troopers #501st legion #captain rex #tcw #ahsoka #anakin skywalker #clones #ahsoka tano #obi-wan kenobi #corrie guard #corouscant guard #oc #my ocs #ocs #jedi #ka’ra writes ❤️

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currentlychillingwiththedevil · 1 year

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Y’all have ur rock and pop Soap.

Now I get to have Soap listening to OWL CITY.

Owl City music is his go to music whenever he’s indulging in his drawing activity or when he wants to cheer himself up.

The rest of the 141 don’t get why he like the music so much… at first.

Now they have karaoke nights blasting out “Deer in the Headlights” or “Dental Care”. Sometimes Ghost and Soap would cuddle together, sharing earbuds and listening to more calming songs like “Silhouette” or “If My Heart Was a House” to calm themselves down or to distract themselves.

(Edit: And “My Muse” be playing at their wedding WHEN they get married, don’t fight me 😭😭)

Aggghhhhh I just need Soap to love Owl City and find comforts in the songs cause all of OC songs never miss 😭😭

#i am back to my owl city era #after who knows how many years #i miss owl city so much u don’t understand #and therefore i want my fav to stan OC too #john soap mactavish #tf 141 #ghostsoap #soapghost #cod #cod mwii #owl city

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addystuffs · 7 months

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pspspspspsps (beckoning you to ramble about your OCs)

oh god sorry this took so long to answer i saw it in my inbox and wanted to draw smth for it but completely forgot about it

anyway i’ve decided not to draw anything and finally answer this laying here in bed at 10 o’clock at night

putting it all under the cut cuz this is gonna go on for a while

general tw!! some sensitive topics cuz this is oc lore and it must be as traumatic as possible

- sona/addy

she’s got interconnected lore w/ 2 other ocs, (which i have yet to make proper drawings of) rachel and dakota

she grew up in this hidden village of sorts, where people range from human mages with insane arcane powers to mythical beings who bake bread

anyway even though it’s forbidden she sneaks out but oh no oh dear she gets found by humans and gets taken to be studied or whatever

now we branch off into dakotas lore

- dakota

so they’ve lived in the lab place thing for their entire life cuz they were actually created there. the creation was flawed, so they have a bunch of black splotches on their body (usually only the one on their face is visible)

they are actually completely sex-less, the technology was not advanced enough to really give them a sex

they lived on their own most of the time, that was until addy came along. the two became fast friends.

they never were actually taught to speak or read or anything while there, so addy had to teach them a lot. even then, they were still mostly nonverbal

shenanigans occour, ur typical testing, observations, experiments, jerk scientists, all that jazz

eventually addy devised a plan to escape, but it kinda goes to shit, with a dakota getting severely injured. addy, fueled by her emotions, lets out a very powerful magic blast, and manages to escape before collapsing in an alley from overuse of magic abilities

this is where rachel comes in :)

- rachel

she literally grew up in a cult

as a mark of the cult, all members had a lock of their hair permanently dyed magenta

the cult was also very homophobic, and when her twin brother came out as trans, it sent the cult into madness

eventually it became too much for her brother, and he took his own life. this lead to her mom blaming her and uh it got pretty ugly

she eventually ran away and lived on the streets for a while

that was until she found two weird beings near the outside of her makeshift shelter :)

oh boy only 3 ocs in

next some rise ocs

- artemis

pancake tortoise, was originally a turtle at a pet store that ate an oozequito by accident

so they are just kinda chillin in alleys contemplating their new awareness when the turts stumble across her

long story short they eventually lead her to the hidden city and there they find a job at a florist and are from then on a casual ally of the turtles :)

- chilli

so she lives in the nexus hotel, she’s the daughter of that one fox yokai employee

that’s basically all i have for her lol

and finally, dnd ocs

- selineus

he is from a very silly campaign, so ima just copy paste the notes i have of his backstory here lol

uhhh so like selineus's parents got killed by a something or other when he was like 2 but it did give him a sick ass scar over his nose

so he was found by a group of traveling druids and they raised him and taught him to be a druid i guess (i dont know shit about druids)

ok so he was raised on the move so hes seeing the sights, keeping journals, all that jazz

so he eventually finds out these traveling druids are like a cult and they plan to sacrifice him to the sparkle god when he comes of age (18)

so he hatches a plan to not only escape but to gain the ultimate power of sparkles

he succeeds (he rolled a nat 20 fr)

so yeah now he has the ultimate power of sparkles and he roams the land, spreading his sparkles

then he ends up in new york after the animepocalypse and fights raccoons for a sandwich before finding a bunch of gay people and becoming the most based member of the party

just realized this will make little to no sense without some context from the campaign but y’all ain’t gettin any of that hehe

anyway next one that’s more serious

- athena

was part of a little elven society in the woods, living her best life with great parents and her girlfriend :)

until the fire nation attacked until her date was very rudely interrupted by forest creechurs who lay waste to the town, and she loses everything. she also earned a big ass scar on her face

now she is a cold, calculated mercenary/bounty hunter, with the only thing she has left from that village, her girlfriends faded red bandana, tied around her forearm.

lemme treat you to a sketchbook doodle :)

anyway i think that’s it!! this got way longer than i thought it would be, so thanks if you made it this far!

#addy speaks #asks #featherlikescartoons #mutuals #addys doodles #ocs #oc rambling #my ocs

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snxpdragons · 8 months

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plz tell me abt ur wips

Im assuming this is about my art wips but!!!! I can't share those because its a birthday present and the person looks at my blog occasionally lol. All I draw/write about these days are ocs though. Theres at least 20 different sketches of lucifer specifically floating around. I did this whole thing last month where I kept drawing him as photos of awsten knight lmao

In terms of my writing though, I'm mainly working on three things right now [again all original work/oc stuff]

- This Time Last Year, its a breakup au between Giovanni [Anxious wreck of an engineer] and Miko [Loud + brash punk cartographer] where of course theyre exes and they're forced to get along during a Bachelorette party + wedding. Lots and lots of shenanigans, Miko is sorta dating Esme [sexy ambassador lady, tho bassist in this au] in the meantime but she's totally still into her ex, and Giovanni is an I.T guy that somehow became besties with a famous singer. Theres a solid side plot about Lucifer and Damien and them coming to terms with their relationship/them being more than friends with benefits. The first two chapters are actually already on ao3, but im rewriting ch2 and writing ch3 simultaneously.

- The Aptosis of a Supernova; Zombie au, my magnum opus that is still not written somehow. It has like one billion pages of plot in my brain. I can't possibly summarize it, but its mainly about Giovanni, Miko, and Damien, their struggles, and their relationships, and it cycles between their povs. Giovanni has to figure out how to reasonably survive as a pacifist in a zombie apocalypse, Miko learns to stop getting everyone collectively into danger, and Damien learns to let himself be around others and lean on people. Theres also a decent amount of content about Cynthia [Giovannis sister] and Alice [Mikos mom], and Lucifer, though he doesn't make an appearance until way later. Lots and lots of found family, people die, people murder, tragedy occurs, etc etc. Its a zombie apocalypse bad stuff happens. The first half of the story is about Miko/her moms traveling across the country to find her brothers who were shipped off to a military camp pre apocalypse, and they pick up Giovanni + his sisters along the way.

Im working on chapter 1 of it right now, and its almost done actually! Its super fun. I think Giovanni getting shot is the least eventful thing that happens in it.

- The third thing is just a fun lil Lucifer lore thing. I can't say a whole lot about it because its meant to be confidential [and alas the people who can't know about it also follow me][hi drrp] BUT its super fun to write. Lucifer in general is a fucking blast. Hes an asshole and a lunatic. I mean, being a daredevil is his entire shtick after all.

Im sure like none of this means anything to you because you have little to no idea who any of these characters are. but erm. I can also explain that too if anyone wants <3 I could go on for days about any of these guys really. But tysm for asking!!! <33

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oni-verse · 1 year

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Later - OC comic and blurb

long post. summary of events.

art from different times, a draft i've held onto for a couple months. been hesitant to post bc its not the highest effort and its unrefined and lacks context. but im here to give a bit of that too, i suppose..

superhero universe, centered around juliet mostly, but also koda. blood, death, guns ahead (tagged)

many months into the collective story. the team consists of juliet, koda, bo, oz, shiloh, callisto, valetudo, cat, and jinni.

valetudo was raised and forced into being a weapon for his villain mother, (referred to as "villainess") who is a very big threat. callisto basically protects him from her after val and his mother are separated by the older members of the team.

the group seeks her out for a while, the villainess causes a lot of trouble, death, huge arsonist, they want to protect valetudo from her. things are tense, they get the chance to attack her sort of ~headquarters~ of henchman etc. heres a bit from when they prepare

for context, a big point of contention in juliet and koda's relationship is mutual safety. juliet had been acting erratic leading up to this event, and in the span of their relationship, juliet had gifted safety gear for koda's fit, and taken plenty of hits for koda. juliet kills, maims, and uses weapons. koda doesn't kill, and he doesn't use weapons. it's just not something he's prepared to do, personally.

the group moves on to ambush the HQ, splitting into duo's and doing the whole fighting thing. as juliet predicted, they have guns. the less powerful members of their group (cat, koda, callisto) stay farther behind and find cover. juliet presses the hardest, mowing down these men without prejudice.

juliet's distracted by koda, he sees koda get shot, and turns to find who did it. he's completely unsure of whether or not koda is injured, if its fatal or not, etc. his distraction results in juliet getting shot, tooooo <3

😳

koda is fine, bruised at worst. valetudo & a newcomer take care of the rest, meanwhile koda goes to check on juliet. he's not moving, theres blood around him, chaos around them. koda is distressed & panicking )':

juliet is a healer and koda's seen him heal from a lot of crazy stuff. he regrows limbs, cuts heal in moments, but juliet's mortality is a mystery.

koda sees it for himself

i had intended to draw a bit of this eventually, but i'll keep it vague in this post. (hence the choice of words "newcomer")

the newcomer takes koda somewhere else that's safe, while koda is basically freaking out bc his boyfriend appears to be dead. pretty concerning, i think! koda is a total mess, been clinging to his dead boyfriend's body, adamantly carrying juliet by himself.

after maybe 20ish minutes since juliet was shot down, he's up all at once and throwing up blood. scares the shit out of koda lol

i wish i could put this under another read more

having ur head blasted open kinda sucks. hes a spigot of blood! he's dazed, but healing and alive. imagine the relief 🤪

they find out juliet can't die. the hard way, unfortunately.

koda & juliet are isolated with the new person for some time, while the others finish the job. valetudo ends up killing his villain mother, and everyone else is alive. shiloh gets a little scraped up, but besides juliet, thats the worst of it (:

other drama ensues blah blah juliet's dramatic past and so on

#oni art #juliet #koda #valetudo #callisto #cat #catherine #shiloh #bo #oz #jinni #blood #death #guns #tw blood #cw blood #cw gore #tw gore #tw gun #tw guns #cw gun #cw guns #cw character death

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lumiidragon · 2 years

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ohh I meant for ur oc hcs :3 I LOVE YOUR OCS SO MUCH I stare at them lovingly often. Heheueh the way you draw furies is so adorable but you also incorporate the dragon aspects really well and I absolutely adore that

Oh boy, here we go!

So let's start with the relationship. Soundbreak is the son of Ruffrunner and an OC of mine named 'Opal'. He's the only child of the two and is free-spirited like his aunt, Dart. Dart showed him the outside world and he quickly feel in love with it and its skies. Eventually, he does end up leaving The Hidden World to live outside where he meets his mate, Shoal.

Shoal is a light fury who has always lived outside of The Hidden World. She's the reason Soundbreak ultimately decided to leave The Hidden world and eventually they had their own night lights, Scamper, Flower, and Roughwave.

Scamper is the friendliest of them all, but can be a bit oblivious to things, thus this gets him in trouble from time to time. He's a lot like a puppy.

Flower is the more mature one out of the set. She's very mellow and easy-going and she's often the one getting her siblings out of trouble. Don't let this role fool you though, as she can get energetic like any other baby dragon and run you ragged.

Roughwave is the tough one of the group. She's always roughhousing and she loves testing her "powerful" abilities, like seeing if she can finally break through that tree stump with her plasma blast. (she can't). Through all of this, she's very protective of her siblings and even though Flower is often having to pull her out of trouble, she'll do it in return for her brother and sister as well.

In my current OCverse, the baby night lights are about as old as Toothless's are shown at the end of THW.

#how to train your dragon #httyd #oc

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i dont know how to phrase this like a Normal Person but i am absolutely obsessed w talon. peak design, peak writing, peak Just Some Guy who isnt Just Some Guy at all. i really really like the way you draw (its always so shaped! so many shapes! gorgeous linework!) and your characters are so interesting and fun to learn about... they have such personality!! talons just a highlight methinks. love that guy. wanna give that guy a box of fruit juice. tho honestly ur entire oc tag is a gift fr (wyatt <3 <3 <3) tysm for sharing things abt ur ocs bc im having a blast

T_T TYSM.....i love this ask thank you ive been rererereadin it since i got it im so happy you enjoy him + others t_t

#good ask #anonymous #skunk mail

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kirathecricket · 2 years

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HI THIS IS SPOON/theeio here i am using anon bc i dont want to use my main account to reply but anYWAY I HAVE BUSTED INTO UR ASKBOX TO TALK ABT UR ART SO

I LOVE the unique and distinct way u draw faces!! i love the extremely smooth lines in ur art, its so curvy and satisfying to look at! my eyes just glide through the canvas its that satisfying. also i love the amazing anatomy you have, and OH MY GOSH UR COLOURING!!! AHH i especially love the darker moodier colours you use, the way u render just make the accented colours illuminate, if thats the right word? and AHHH i love your ideas, the edge in your themes and ive been having a blast seeing the oc stuff youve been making!!! and have i mentioned that tremendous improvement youve had over the years? ITS AMAZING. JUST ALL ROUND AMAZING STUFF KIRA UR DOING SO GOOD♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

SP…. SP….. SPOOOOOOOON🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF RN I’M SO DAMN TOUCHED WHJAJDJSJFJWJJF WAAAAAAH

Man…. This really means so much to me😭 This year has been very different for me art wise because I’ve put myself out there more and have been sharing OCs that are closely connected with my personal life. I was afraid no one would be interested in my characters, but gosh was I wrong! You and so many other amazing peeps have been so damn supportive of this new leap I’ve made, and I AM SO GRATEFUL!!! LIKE SO GRATEFUL!!! My heart is so warm, and I’ve never been happier creating art, not since I was a little kid. SO FROM THE VERY BOTTOM OF MY HEART, THANK YOU SO MUCH SPOON. SERIOUSLY. MASSIVE FOREHEAD SMOOCH FOR YOU. MWA!

#ALSO LOOK AT THE TAGS RN THESE ARE FOR U #your art… is so AMAZING #i can’t even believe how good it is #like your character expressions are so emphasized and emotional #and your linework is so loose #WHICH AS A WANNABE STORY ARTIST I ENVY SO MUCH LOL LIKE HOOOOOW??? HOW U DO THAT???#just absolutely stunning work #i cannot wait to see what you do in the industry because whatever it is I know it’s going to be absolutely incredible

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taechaos · 3 years

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Jk and OC's child saying a bad word in front of 'em😹😹😹😹

(can you make a drablble for it if possible?👉👈)

btw I luv ur fics/drabblles💓💓💓

omg this is so 🥺🥺🥺 thank u so much 💕💕

The roads are bumpy and the two kids in the backseat jolt every five seconds from Jungkook's reckless, Fast and Furious driving. After years of being in the same car with your husband and the father of your children, you're rather casual about his swerves without any motion sickness. You got used to it after two years.

It's spring break, and as all parents with stable finances do, you're on a roadtrip to give the kids a worthy vacation. The younger son, Jay, like a typical twelve year old, is rolling side to side along to the game console where he races as a driver much like his father. The older daughter, Eun, is going through her emo phase as a fifteen year old teenager with rock music blasting out of her headset.

You hum along to the radio and tap your foot, Jungkook's hand bouncing on your thigh he holds out of habit with the other on the steering wheel. Things are going well for you.

A groan resounds in the car when Jay places last in the race, fifth time he's lost to bots and made his irritation known to the whole family.

And that was the last straw.

"Can you shut up? I have my volume at max and I can still hear you," Eun exasperates after placing her headphones around her neck.

Jay snickers, "We know, Eun, everyone can hear your trash music."

She frowns down at him. "Oh please, like DaBaby is a musical sensation."

"Because My Chemical Romance is so much better–"

"Kids," you butt in and crane your neck to their direction, "stop fighting. Eun, please turn down your music just a bit, and Jay, stop insulting your sister and please, not so loud."

"She started it!"

"Wha– I just asked–"

"Can you please shut up?" he mocks in a high pitch. "No one cares."

She kicks his calf lightly, prompting him to do it back and you turn to your front with a sigh. It turns into a kicking competition more than a genuine fight until Jay shrieks at a particularly hard hit.

"Ow! What the fuck, Eun?!" he holds onto his leg with a pained expression.

Eun gasps and points a finger at him, "Mom! Jay cursed!"

"Jay," you widen your eyes at him before turning to Jungkook who's nonchalant about the whole situation. You divert your attention back to your son. "That language is very disrespectful, son," you scold and furrow your eyebrows.

"But dad says it all the time!" is his whiny defence before you can continue your lecture.

You give said man a pointed look with a tilted head. Jungkook glances at you before clicking his tongue. "It's just a word–"

"Jungkook."

He gives into your warning easily and turns to the backseat, "Jay, when you're an adult, you can say whatever the hell you want. Just not around your mother." Your mouth falls ajar as you smack his arm, which has little to no effect on him.

"That is not how you should be preaching!"

"What? Is he going to still be saying 'crap' when he's thirty?" he chuckles. Jay laughs with him, the bruise forming around his leg all forgotten. Eun listens in on the conversation with a smile, her music at a low volume so she can eavesdrop without seeming like she cares.

"That's not the point," you pout angrily. Jungkook is not at all a bad father, and he's rather great with disciplining your children, but when it comes to manners... It's something you argue about constantly.

"Listen, he doesn't get into any trouble at school, so he knows when to not swear," Jungkook shrugs, "he takes after his dad, the fucking legend."

Jay starts howling and Eun snorts in surprise before cackling along while you screech and throw Jungkook's hand away from your lap. "Jay, don't listen to your father! I can't believe you're okay with this!" You cross your arms and look outside the window, feeling frustrated and petty with his lack of support in your set of principles. Your mother would scold you for saying freak of all things.

"Calm down, babe," he huffs playfully and grabs your knee, which you attempt to shake off, "I was a lot worse in middle school. It's natural for him to start picking up these words. Eun is his age anyway, but I do draw the line at cussing out his teachers or us," he cocks a brow at the sheepish child who nods with vigor. "So long as he is in his place, I think it's fine."

It takes a few minutes for you to calm your anger, and though you still disagree with his philosophy, you understand where he's coming from. You loosen your arms and hold his hand over your knee that gradually slides up to its previous spot. Peace is once again, an option.

"Are we there yet?"

"Eun, does this look like Jeju Island to you?"

"You don't even know what Jeju Island looks like!"

"I would assume it's not on a highway!"

#tis a little short #but i like the fluff for once 💀#textbook love

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