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Hiii I’m here to ask the silly questions for the oc ask thingy.
11. 20. 2.
The urge to ask half the super silly questions
It's okay!! We love silly questions!!
2. Your newest OC
I believe that would go to Tristen Kannaroe! The bitch himself. My most recent art of him is from October, though I think his concept was coined a bit earlier than that.
11. Would you consider yourself nice to your OCs?
Nervously glances at the Wtss cast
It depends! Certain characters I treat nicely while others I want to see burn alive. Entropy and Sky are probably the nicest I am to any of my OCs, with Paisley not far behind them. However, we also have characters like William Sonemeir (A scientist who developed advanced war technology and unbeknownst to him turned his dead son into a sentient war machine), Creator/Evan Sonemeir (Will's kid, died and reborn as a war machine), Kannaroe (Tortured for all eternity for simply following orders, though to be fair he does deserve it), and Flower.
I'd say for the most part I'm not nice to OCs, as the best characters are formed by putting them through hell and seeing how they survive. But for the most part I try to give happy endings and help characters move past the trauma I give them.
Except for Kannaroe and Flower. They don't get happy endings because I fucking hate them.
20. An OC regret
Not many! As mentioned on a previous ask, if I don't like anything about a character I'll rework them pretty quickly, so I tend to work out all regrets until I go back to liking the character again. I'd say my biggest regret right now is underutilizing Entropy and Kannaroe. Kannaroe moreso, since Ets has Rtth and a definite appearance in both side stories I plan to release as part of the Wtss Director's Cut, while Kannaroe got completely annexed and exists solely within my sketchbook and that one bit of Rtth. But they both have very good reasons for being underused, so I don't regret it that much.
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watched,,, watched the blackpink documentary on netflix,,, got me thinking abt my sillies in the sats au!!! here is some short sasharcy for the soul!!
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the door to their hotel room being slammed open is what pulled sasha from her ever so rare bought of sleep. she sat up from the couch she'd fallen asleep on and squinted at the door and the figure surrounded in a blinding white light.
"god?" she asks, voice heavy with sleep, "is that you? has my time finally come?"
"no."
the light flicks on and the figure is revealed to be the sweat-soaked, panting form of sasha's best friend, marcy wu.
"oh, hey marbles," sasha mumbles, dropping her head back onto the arm rest. maybe, if she hadn't just been rudely awoken, she would ask why marcy looked as though she'd just ran the boston marathon, but she was running on an hours sleep and the adrenaline that comes with thinking you've seen God only for it to turn out to be a angel in disguise (a great disguise, many would probably not look at marcy, all sweaty and red faced, as though she was an angel, but sasha did), so it never even crossed her mind to ask.
"sasha," marcy whines dramatically, slamming the door shut behind her, once again shaking sasha out of her sleepy state. "sashy," she calls again when realising her friend is half asleep. "wake up!"
"i am up," sasha grumbles, lifting her head to glare at marcy.
"well wake up properly, i have to tell you something!"
"but I'm so comfy," she pouts up at her, hoping to elicit some sympathy.
"you're dramatic that's what," marcy huffs and crosses her arms with a frown.
she sits up and pushes her hair out of her face, blinking up at marcy. "what's with the frown mars? did they not have the muffins you like?"
"what?" marcy giggles and shakes her head. "no they did," she pauses and the looks around the room, "why? did you want one? i can go grab you one i'm pretty sure they're still there-"
"it's alright, marmar," sasha smiles, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "thanks for the offer though."
marcy nods but doesn't make any further move to sit down, instead chosing to stand by the coffee table covered in airport magazines and snack wrappers, fiddling with the hem of her shirt.
"you... you want to come sit and tell me what on earth has you looking like you've just ran the full length of california?" sasha asks. marcy let's out a relieved sigh and sinks into the couch, curling up next to sasha, wrapping her arms tightly around her waist.
it's then when sasha realises the mistake she's made, but she can do nothing to stop her as marcy, in all her sweaty glory, snuggled right into sasha's side.
"i did dance practice. in the gym downstairs," she says with a yawn.
"dance? at this hour?"
"it's 4 in the afternoon, sashy."
sasha pauses for a moment, her eyes shooting to the glowing clock that read 16:34. "huh, so it is."
"so yeah, i was doing dance practice. anne did too for a while but she got pulled away for a guitar emergency, so it was just me and miss yunan for the next few hours!" marcy tells her happily, a smile on her face as she looks up at sasha.
"miss yunan? you are smiling after practicing with yunan for hours?" it's a well known fact in the industry that yunan is one of the toughest choreographers out there; her dances are fast, complicated and require a knowledge of gymnastics half the time, she's hard-core and (though she will never admit it aloud) terrifies sasha.
marcy nods and hums quietly, the noise reminding sasha of anne's cat - domino. "she's actually really nice once you get to know her sashy. just because you're intimidated by her-"
"uh, no, i am not scared by her!" sasha shoots back, rolling her eyes at marcys teasing comment. "she's just..."
"scary?"
"no."
marcy giggles, her hand going to tug at sasha's already loose hairtie. "yeah, yeah, whatever you say, saturn," she mumbles, pulling the blue scrunchy out and letting sasha's hair fall against the back of the couch. "but yeah, she's alright. plus! she helped me learn the bit i didn't get? right before the second chorus? y'know the bit with the legs?"
sasha nods in understanding, but doesn't say anything, feeling herself drift off again to marcy's familiar voice.
"i think i do it better than you now," marcy mumbles after several minutes of quiet. her breathing has evened out and the slow rise and fall of her chest, the way it reminds sasha of the calming waves from when they would go to the beach together, it's relaxing. so, so very relaxing.
"you think?" she responds in a whisper, words slurred as she forces her eyes open to peer down at marcy's face. she looks calm too, with that small smile that used to be so common and her eyes closed, sasha almost fears she's asleep, but then she feels the rumble against her chest of agreement and she nods, putting her head back where it was resting on the back of the couch.
"totally. i'll show you later, you and anne versus me... i'll win... for sure..."
"m'kay," sasha nods. "if you say so."
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anne finds them a few hours later. she came up to the room to remind them about the band meeting they were supposed to have, the words are on her lips as she enters the dark apartment, but they die as soon as she spots them. curled up on the couch, sasha sleeping upright, her head hanging over the back of the couch at an extremely uncomfortable angle and marcy fast asleep on her lap.
they look relaxed, far moreso than they have in a while. so anne doesn't wake them up when she goes over to them, only tucks a blanket around marcys shoulders and, ever so carefully, moves sasha so she's lying sideways, her head resting on the pillowed arm rest instead.
just as she's about to turn to leave, a quiet noise makes her pause.
"annie?"
it's sasha, her voice so thick with sleep and body so tired she can hardly lift her head. anne crouches down next to her and runs her hand through her tangled strands. "hiya sleepyhead."
"mmm, marcy dance... tomorrow," sasha mutters with a dopey grin. "gonna win."
with a quiet laugh, anne tucks a strand of hair behind sasha's ear. "sure you will, sash. you're my winner, always and forever."
"mhm," she moves her head down, in an attempt to nod, yet doesn't bring it back up, too tired to do so. "where going?" she asks when anne stands up.
"you're so demanding when you're tired," anne snorts.
"to have dinner," she felt bad for lying, but there was no point in stressing sasha out about the band when she's finally getting the sleep she so desperately needs. "maybe i'll even bring you both something back, if you're nice."
"'m always nice, annie."
"i know, sash. the nicest."
"mmm, night annie," she hums before falling asleep with a smile.
"night sash," anne replies, standing up to press her lips to sasha's forehead.
"wha'bout me?"
"you too, marmar," she giggles, giving her a swift kiss on the cheek.
then she stands and ever so quietly leaves the room, making sure to close the door with as little noise as possible. "sleep tight girls."
because they deserve it, after everything they've gone through as a band over the past five years, they deserve to have a nap. besides, they can't have a band meeting with only one member of the band present. can they?
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