#ockiss22

[backburnerdio]

OC Kiss Week – Day 3 Nostalgia

WIP: Time Borrowed Pairing:Lora & Valetta cw: none Words: 1026 Tag List: @irnalia, @waysofink, @ashen-crest, @spacetimewraithwrites,@dustylovelyrun, @idreamonpaper, @abalonetea, @jaimistoryteller, @kaiusvnoir, @writeouswriter, @reininginthefirewriting, @concealeddarkness13, @winterandwords(Used the Time Borrowed taglist, please let me know if you’d like to be added or removed from this event or the main taglist)

To Lora, the scariest thing about dating Valetta wasn’t the fact she was a bomb tech or an adrenaline junkie with a motorcycle. It was the thought of meeting her five sisters. Lora herself came from a large family, with two brothers and two sisters, and she knew how protective siblings were. In fact, as the second eldest, that was her job.

So when she arrived at Valetta’s for dinner, she was pleasantly surprised when she was flocked with hugs and excited chatter.

“Come in, come in!”

“We're so excited to meet you!”

“How are you?”

Lora laughed shyly as she was tugged into the apartment. The floor was light hardwood, making a border around the sunken, square sitting area of plush carpet. It was lined with dark couches and pillows. A wall separated the kitchen to the left, arranged with small river rocks with sparkling LED lights that twinkled between each stone. There was a doorway to the right, giving view of the bedroom. Straight ahead was a rolling door, propped open to the mechanical workroom.

“Will you guys friggin’ calm down?” Valetta called, tossing a hand towel over her shoulder as she emerged from the kitchen. She was already apologizing with her expression as she came over to interrupt her sisters. “God, you’re going to give her an aneurysm.” She took Lora’s hand smiling. “Sorry, they can be a bit much. Glad you could make it.”

“I brought dessert,” Lora smiled, feeling her face heat up when the sisters awed and peeped. “I didn’t want to show up empty-handed.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” Valetta smiled, taking it from her with a peck on the cheek. “Thanks, babe.”

She then introduced Lora to each of her sisters. They were each so different, from their personalities to their occupations, and even their styles. But it was instantly apparent Valetta was the feistiest of the bunch and one of the only ones who lived out in the city. Lora felt almost instantly at home, welcomed, and had no problem sitting with them as Valetta finished helping her mother in the kitchen.

“Oh, I’m sure you’ve heard all about the cool side of Valetta,” her eldest sister, Andromache, said, “But what about the dorky side?”

“Um, I would love to hear about the dorky side.” Lora snickered, leaning as the second eldest, Joi, leaned in to share her phone.

“I think it’s our job to share baby pictures.”

“Absolutely,” Lora snickered. Joi tipped her phone to the side to better blow up the photograph of a child’s ballet class, zooming in on little Valetta in her little tutu and leotard, hair pulled back in a messy little bun. Lora couldn’t help the squeal as the phone was handed to her, taking a closer look. “Look at her!”

“Yup, she loved dance class.” Joi smiled. “She had just gotten fitted for a new prosthetic and she was so excited to dance.”

“She was good too!” Andromache nodded. “But the best part was, the instructor told us on her first day –she was, like, eight –they went around introducing one another. You know, say your name and something about yourself. And at Valetta’s turn, she puffs up her chest and said ‘I’m Valentine Barbie!’ like it was her entire identity!”

“Aww,” Lora laughed, staring down at the picture. The sisters started laughing.

“We’d call her Valentine sometimes, but we have no idea why she decided to tag that on!” Joi snickered.

“What are you guys talking about?!” Valetta called from the kitchen.

“Valentine Barbie!” They all chimed, prompting Valetta to storm out.

“No!”

“Yes!” Joi clapped. Lora turned to look at her, smiling as she held up the photo. Mrs. Hsieh followed her out confused but smiled when she saw the phone. “We have to!” Her younger siblings took her by the hand, pulling her down into the conversation pit.

“Remember when Val got really into baking when she was little?”

“Oh my god, I was like four!”

“And she’d always make the biggest mess because she thought when the box said mix by hand she’d literally stick her hands in the batter like a little gremlin!” Joi snickered, jostling Valetta.

“It was always in the middle of the night,” her mother joined in, stepping in to sit beside Lora. “She would call me to help, so I would rush down to the kitchen, and there she was -with batter up to her elbows. She was always trying to make them to surprise us.” She reached over patting Valetta’s knee.

Joi continued swiping through her phone, showing her different pictures. One was Valetta fishing, another with her learning to drive, helping at the orchard, or working with her dad on a car. Lora stopped her at one with a massive, scruffy old dog.

“Aw, who is that?”

Her mother squinted at the screen before smiling, “Oh, that’s A-di. He was the dog most of the girls grew up with. He was very sweet and very careful with them.” She took a moment, thinking of something before she started to softly laugh. “He was very close with Valetta. Every night after dinner, she would come and ask me for a cookie. And she would take it over to A-di and break it in half to share. He would get one half and she would get the other. And sometimes the cookie would be too hard to break so Valetta would just give him the whole thing.” She reached over, pinching Valetta’s cheek.

Lora smiled sweetly, tearing up. “She’s sweet like that.”

“Yeah, she is,” Joi cooed.

“Oh, quit,” Valetta laughed, swatting them away as they babied their teasing. It wasn’t long until the silvery voice of Valetta’s home assistant announced that dinner was ready. The girls got up, helping their mother out and back into the kitchen. Lora caught Valetta’s hand, pulling her close to kiss her on the cheek.

“See, I knew you were sweet.” She giggled.

“So much for my reputation,” Valetta laughed, leaning against her as they started for the kitchen.

“Don’t worry, Valentine Barbie, your secret is safe with me.”

#ockiss22 #ockissweek #writing #writblr #writeblr #amwriting #my writing #wip: tb #valetta oc #lora oc #no editing we die like men

[queerdetectiveblue]

A secret kiss

Prompt: secret kiss Pairing: Dilovan x Chani ( @sosolenoo oc, thanks for letting me borrow her!!💕) Rating: G Words: 1321

Summary: Dilovan and Chani share a tranquil moment under the moon (here’s a link to their beautiful art 🥰)

Bright lights, warm laughs, and cheerful music. It was the kind of scene Dilovan enjoyed being in the most. His group of friends gathered near the pool, beer cans in hand and smiles on their faces, and Dilovan strolled happily towards them, head bagging at the music, fingers cracking absent-minded at the tempo.

The evening was surprisingly chilly even on that spring’s night and Dilovan hugged his denim jacket tightly, his long brown hair caressing his face with the wind, his friend laughed a bit louder when a few locks ended up inside his mouth.

Dilovan bumped shoulders with them as retaliation, their glass of alcohol dangerously close to spilling but they saved at the last second with their other hand.

“Be more careful, man.”

“You deserved it,” both of them laughed. The easy jokes continued for a bit until his eyes drifted off to the scene.

He started scanning the backyard discovering some familiar faces and others not so much. There’s one in particular he didn’t seem to find, though.

Chani, the one he was most excited to see tonight.

After his friend gave him an unhelpful shrug as to where her whereabouts were, Dilovan decided to look after her himself. She has promised she would be here and Chani has never lied to him, not once.

Not long after he found her on the terrace, – or actually the roof, there was hardly any distinction between the two – blond and pink messy braids dancing in the wind, a secret smile gracing her face. And Dilovan just stood there, admiring her profile, how the light of the crescent moon shone around her small frame.

Such a strange thing, seeing her alone at a party – being someone who enjoyed social gatherings as much as him – although Dilovan was almost grateful if only because he got to see her like this. Chani could create a place of her own whatever she went, her own little bubble as warm and comforting as a hearth in the cold winter, Dilovan hoped she’d allow him to accompany her.

He took a few steps forward but before he could clear his throat, Chani’s gray eyes were on him, a beaming smile blinding him. Werewolf hearing, of course.

“You came.”

“I didn’t find you downstairs. What, too many people?”

Chani laughed easily, shaking her head, “Music’s too loud. The smell of everybody too.”

“Ah, of course.”

The majority of the time enhanced senses had their benefits, but other times, for example, if you felt especially sensitive, they were more of a downside.

Chani looked up at him, craning her head, her hands resting on the floor while smirking.

“You know you can sit, right?  

Dilovan blinked then laughed. He was distracted that night, too many thoughts, feelings swarming through his head.

He took a seat next to her, feet dangling over the edge, the breeze even chillier up there and Dilovan idly wondered if that was why goosebumps raised over his skin instead of Chani’s warm arm brushing over his. He was not a fool though and it was becoming more and more difficult to pretend his feelings for her were merely platonic.

Chani sighed, raising her hand to her face. “I didn’t even have time to paint my nails.” The chipped, pink nail polish partially decorated her nails greeted him, and his mouth spoke before he could even think about it.

“I have nail polish on my bag, you know? I did my nails when I arrived.”

Chani grinned, almost catlike. She looked at his fingers, then his face.

“You wouldn’t happen to have pink nail polish, would you?”

Dilovan chuckled, feeling a little self-conscious all of the sudden, a hand going to the back of his neck, cheeks heating up. “I do, actually, I brought one last week.”

He never liked pink that much, not for himself anyway, he favored other colors; the bright orange of a fruit, the deep blue of the ocean, the beautiful petal of an African violet. But pink, now he associated the color with Chani; with her shirts and her hoodies, and her beautiful soft hair, with salmon painted lips and the loveliest smile Dilovan has ever seen. And of course, her hands, small and soft despite the roughness of her calloused, guitar-playing fingers, nails always painted in a fun color and pink was one of them.

He has started liking the color and maybe that’s why he bought it, to think of her when he used it.

Chani beamed at him and he ended up going after his bag, both deciding to stay there, the place allowing them enough light for the task as well as the privacy they sought.  

Her palm was small against his, his grip gentle around her hand, tempted to run a thumb across her skin, fair skin in contrast with his golden brown, black nails painting pink ones. He didn’t though, not sure their relationship was in that state yet.

Yet.

He wanted it to be, wanted to be able to caress her knuckles, to kiss her freckles and the tip of her nose, to hear her laughter near his ear on a sunny morning, to have her gray, bright eyes pinning him in place, unable to look away.

She was looking at him, he could feel her gaze, and when his eyes found hers, she immediately looked away, gaze concentrating on their jointed hands, faint red dusting her cheeks.  

Chani chuckled and, unless Dilovan’s mind was deceiving him, it sounded a bit strained. “I thought you hated pink.”

“Hey, never said I hated it. It’s just not my color.”

“What made you change your mind then?”

It was obvious, wasn’t it? the quiet tone in Chani’s voice indicated that maybe she already knew the answer.

Dilovan shrugged trying to hide the nervousness in his voice. “Well… there’s this one little person who likes pink very much. It’s not her favorite color but she used it often enough to convince me it doesn’t look that bad.”

Chani laughed, cheeks brighter in the fluorescent light. “Glad to be of service.”

They made eye contact, and for a moment they stayed there without looking away sharing a secret smile, the moment intimate. And maybe Dilovan squeezed her hand and maybe she squeezed back just as softly.

The sudden cheers and louder music from downstairs broke their shared stare, the pair of eyes looking at the sound. Dilovan’s heartbeat running a mile a minute still, and he was praying to no one in particular that his hands didn’t start to shake.

“Looks like they’re having fun without us,” his laugh sounded strained and nervous but before he could kick himself for being so obvious Chani’s mellow voice banished his worries.

“Let them. I prefer to be here with you.”

That got him to look at her again. Reassurance and a soft smile were there as well as another question. “And you? You want to go downstairs?”

“No. No, I… I like being here with you. Love it, actually.”

She gave his hand another squeeze and Dilovan was sure Chani was going to be the death to him, his heart trying to escape his chest to meet her.

Carefully, Chani moved her hand in his, minding the freshly painted nails, and wrapped her fingers around his hand before bringing it to her lips. She pressed a soft kiss to his knuckle, warmth flowed from his cheeks to his ears, breath hitched in his throat.

“Thank you,” a whisper against his skin.

“For what?”

He whispered back, not sure if she could hear him.

“For being here tonight.”

‘I’ll always be with you if you’ll have me’ he wanted to answer but words failed him. Instead, he took her other hand and mirrored her movement, her skin cold in contrast with his lips.

No other words were needed. It’s just the two of them under the crescent moon and stars.

#i was supposed to write this for ockiss22 but alas my brain didn't cooperate #still i had so much fun writing them!! #dilovan x chani #oc dilovan #chani #sosolenoo #my writing #writing #fic #writers on tumblr #original writing #original characters #oc x oc

[minilev]

Goodbye kiss

#it's February 14th so I can post this! #ockiss22 #my art #deputy callahan #sharky boshaw #fc5 #ockissweek

[fat-rolls-frictions]

the bis are kissing,,,,,,, my and @estroniaid‘s ocs :>

#ockiss22 #the only valentine i celebrate #yrvacy #manon truong #kim nguyen #rafael montefiore #iften nazr #lang the physician #crack knuckles. rafkim and langiffy are for #greenwarden cog #the king's physician #respectively. not tagging the cats since im not active there #oc kiss week 2022 #maggiedraws

[dreadfutures]

OC Kiss Week 2022 - Ixchel & Tulin

Tulin is @rosella-writes‘s Solavellan child of Virelan Lavellan and Solas. Ixchel Lavellan is my own resurrected Inquisitor, who met Virelan through some multiverse-spanning eluvians. Rosella wrote a lovely and emotional addition to the Mirrorverse, where Virelan is having a very hard time as a tired new mother and Ixchel relieves some of her stress.

Which prompted me and Rosella thinking about Ixchel sitting in Skyhold’s gardens, with the trees blooming above her as she holds Tulin and thinks about hope. The oneshot might be written someday, but for now, we have this.

I was really inspired by the way Bugs painted Ixchel yesterday! But the baby I made up from scratch!

#HOPE YOU LIKE IT ROSELLAAAAA #oc kiss week 2022 #ockiss22 #ixchel lavellan #virelan lavellan #solavellan #lavellan #inquisitor #inquisitor lavellan #solavellan kid #brown elves #elves of color #dalish #dragon age oc

[ashalle-art]

Lots of stuff today, but it's also the start of OC kiss week and I just had to let my Jane kiss @diccix Cyprian :) I just love him SO much 👀

#ockiss22 #turian oc #own character #oc kiss week 2022 #mass effect #Ashalle art

[exotic-inquiry]

♥ my boys

the inherent eroticism of hand kisses😳

#my art #ockiss22 #ockissweek #quen and kiran being soft #they gay as fuck y'all

[lazysunjade]

5 // S E C R E T 

I’ll keep your secrets, Little Guardian. 

#ts4 #ts4 screenshots #oc: yehl leandelle #oc: taryn na'drazuli #ockiss22 #Valentine's Day Challenge #finishing my valentine's challenge at the end of march? #on brand

[latelierderiot]

someday I'll learn to animate properly, until then ✨rotoscopes✨

my first entry ever for #OCkiss, tender♥

#ockiss22 #tender #wlw #oc #rotoscope #sapphics #OC: Noah #OC: Anita #femslash #femslash feb 2022 #femslash february

[nightingaelic]

Finally finished this one with only a half hour of OC Kiss Week 2022 left to go. Sarah Lyons and my lone wanderer Elizabeth Titus deserve a full-color piece, and it was perfect timing

#fallout #fallout 3 #fo3 #sarah lyons #lone wanderer #ockiss22 #brotherhood of steel #my art

[gloryride]

Vanessa and her Heywood's men

Padre, her paternal figure, spiritual guide Jackie Welles, her almost brother Pepe Najarro, best coworker and friend Gustavo Orta, first boyfriend and very good friend

#padre #sebastian ibarra #jackie welles #pepe najarro #gustavo orta #heywood #female v #streetkid v #oc : vanessa vergara #men of her life ♥ each different relationship #cyberpunk photomode #cyberpunk 2077 #cp 2077 #ockiss22

[minilev]

Fluffy kiss

#ockiss22 #captain aguero #thomas rush #fcnd #my art #ockissweek

[eydika]

teehee @palepinkycat

#ockiss22 #ockissweek #veran'tis being intimidated by nine is a fact that lives in my head rentfree wowie #he's juste ...... very kissable #art #illustration #star wars #swtor #star wars: the old republic #oc: nine #my art #p: procreate #palepinkycat

[m-m-m-myysurana]

Ok funny story, I’m in a server which is doing an event for this years OC kiss week, and theres a sign up sheet for it... in which a third of all characters are Suranas hahahaha

And so, I have entitled this painting the Suranapocalypse.  

#oc kiss week 2022 #ockiss22 #Ah the chaos that bored mages would get up to in the circle #Now to tag all the Suranas lmao #from left to right #Eirian Surana #Tamaris Surana #Wyn Surana #Vergil Surana #Neria Surana #Edric Surana #Noure Surana #Macsen Surana #I love them so much #my art

[solarisrenbeth]

…you ever give your (significantly taller) situationship partner a sweet + tender kiss in greeting without thinking about it, because in the moment it feels like the most natural thing in the world?

but then they’re like “😳⁉️” and you’re like “😳⁉️” because sweet + tender greeting kisses have not heretofore been a part of your situationship repertoire?

so despite the light flush in your cheeks, you both just play it off with casual teasing + flirty banter because that’s way less terrifying than admitting that you might be falling for each other?

no? well, jordy has 🙃

jordy anderson (she/her) x @queerbrujas’s rieke luyten (they/them) by @mm-mina for #ockiss22 💕

#feelings? what feelings? 🥴 #lol jorke my beloved #huge shoutout to mina for the lovely commission - they both look absolutely perfect 🥰 #+ shoutout to silv for dorking out with me about our messy messy babies 😔❤️ #ockissweek #ockiss22 #oc x oc #ch: jordy anderson #ch: rieke luyten #my commissions