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Yeah so um… hahaha…. Oc time?? Yeah… I totally should be writing but you know,,,, 🫩

Dr. Who Oc “Mr. Uneven N’ Schemin’”

Alright so… It’s 12am so I’m just going to politely fuck off lmao

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so i know that there's a million specific job requests for venture but have you done paleontologist x venture yet 👉👈 i think those two going to the museum would be absolute chaos and i need it

Finally getting back into Overwatch and decided I’d get back into it, I’m sorry to whoever asked this— It’s probably been more than two months at the very least and uh… I’m a lazy bitch lmao, I’ll come out with this as soon as I can because this concept is real cute.

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Don’t usually post my art but I felt like this needed to be posted. This is Spitebite, or Helena Chavez, a DC oc I made that’s a vampiric moth monster.

Happy early Valentine’s Day I guess 💀

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🎸Junker Queen (OW II) x (fem) Reader⚡️

(Transwoman JQ Edition!)

(Picture’s not mine!)

(WARNING: Contains NSFW content! 18+ only guys!

Ask here! I’m surprised it took this long for another person to ask for Odessa, she's so fucking beautiful and I could look at her all day lololol)

- When you both start dating, hell even beforehand she’s very open with being trans, she’s proud of who she is and what she came from, so, hiding it is just not an option to her.

- She’s just living her truth, in a place where she actually can live it, with a girl she can live it with. Even with her less than stellar backstory, the traits she shares with the man that ruined her life.

- As much as she doesn’t care about keeping her being trans a secret, I do see her hesitating when it comes to thinking about herself when she was an egg and I think it’d be a while until she shares those things with you.

- May blurt things out from time to time but she isn’t keen to repeat shit. And don’t ask her to if you’re still in the early stages of your relationship.

- She just doesn’t like to feel weak or vulnerable, I mean, she has a reputation to uphold as the ruler of Junkertown, so how would it reflect upon her if you knew she wasn’t as strong as she displayed?

- That and feeling vulnerable brings her back to a time where she was too little to fight back, helplessness ebbing at her almost constantly till she was able to claw her way through and rule over one of the only livable areas of the radiated outback.

- As confident as she in herself, she still has her moments and if she eventually sucks it up and shares her more personal emotions with you it’s basically her way of letting you in and the relationship becomes all the more real.

- JQ is loud, impulsive, but also cunning and it’s shown in and out of the fights she partakes in, she has a thing for doing things herself, so it isn’t unlikely she tries to put effort into your relationship in all the ways it counts.

- Physical touch is her most common form of affection for you, a large hand on your hip, thigh, the small of your back, anywhere really… Has a thing for having you on her lap while she’s on her throne.

NSFW content starts here! (I get kinda nasty here so be advised):

- If we’re thinking of a Odessa whose pre-op I think she wouldn’t exactly want to really rid of her dick even if she had the option to, I mean— Considering her height and overall prowess? Yeah she’s built.

- There’s many ways I can see things… Occurring but I think maybe the most “realistic” scenario is that she’s very open to experimenting with different positions or ways to get you whining beneath her or over her— She’s not picky is basically what I’m saying.

- I believe she would have a high libido, she just gives off those vibes, especially when she’s still high off of the adrenaline of winning yet another scrap. Defo the type to ravish her girlfriend.

- You get manhandled by her a LOT, I mean sometimes it’s by accident considering the height difference that may be happening between you two.

- But let’s be honest, she’s very purposeful in all she does and when it comes to fucking the woman she loves? Very choice is to make you into a panting and tired puddle.

- She has a thing for people smaller than her but if you’re like just as tall as her? Hey? More fun for her to break you down, submit to her like the “pretty gurl” you are. “I’m gonna tire you out, Brave Hercules. Break you upon my wheel.” Type shit.

- As I’ve stated previously she’s impulsive in many ways, but when it comes to edging you? Absolutely tormenting you? Oh she’s the most patient woman in the world. Cockwarming? Yeah. Using toys just to get you to the verge of breaking down without necessarily doing anything? Yeah.

- She’s likes, no, LOVES the chase but she also RELISHES in the reward, biting, kissing, pulling, and holding you like you’re the greatest prize she has ever gotten, and to her? You are.

- VERY open about what happens in the bedroom, I mean, she’s the QUEEN, what are people gonna say or do? You’re her girl, no one else’s. And if she has to make you hers over and over again to prove a point? She’s more than willing.

(I went feral LMAO)

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if your requests are open, would you be comfortable in writing transwoman junkerqueen x female reader? it could be nsfw or sfw, whatever you feel is more comfortable to write!

for whatever reason you may decline this request, that is completely okay! i get that there are limits on what you can and cant write for alot of reasons, no hard feelings💗💗!!

OHOHOHOOOO YEAHHHH, love JQ sm, she’s so fun to play as!!

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🪨Venture (OW II) x (gn) reader ⛏️

(Reader High On Anesthesia Edition!)

(This picture’s not mine!)

(Back at it again lol… Love u guyssss <3)

- Out of anyone to be in charge of their S/O while they’re all loopy and just absolutely zooted, I think Venture would either be the best or the worst.

- Like one part of me sees them consoling you when you sob over something, and example could be:

- Missing home and they bring up something about it, something as minuscule as a chair, and you start crying about missing the chair… Even though you’ve voiced your distaste for it previous times before.

- Not having the same eye color as your pet rocks…. Rambling on and on about “HOW’RE THEY GONNA KNOW I’M THEIR PARENTTT??” While ugly sobbing all because they showed you a photo of them while trying to keep you happy and content while being attached to an IV drip and junk…

- Though I don’t see much consoling to be needed as your attention is probably very limited on one topic, bouncing from thing to thing. Like biting into a popsicle and then trying it spit it out because “It hurts your teeth”, only to try to bite into it again

- Or simply just digging into a burger or something if you’re allowed to— they try SO hard to not laugh at your antics.

- Then another part of me thinks they would lovingly tease and mess with you to get those over exaggerated facial expressions while your eyes are so unfocused, just in la la land as you compliment them with a unfocused and slurred speech, forgetting how to properly pronounce things like “gorgeous” and “cariño”.

- Definitely the type to film if and show it to you later to get some laughs and make your face flush in embarrassment as you see yourself slowly fall off the hospital bed because you want to go home, and angrily talk about being taken when the nurses put you back into bed.

- They’re a constant comfort throughout it, warranting sweetness from you that makes them laugh and reciprocate it, holding your hand all the while.

- I think they’re very on top of caring for you to make sure you don’t do anything that’d go against your healing process when the nurses and doctors go out to care for the other patients, honestly a real sweetheart and champ about it.

- Their patience is so strong when it comes to you, rambling on and on about stories about the funny stories about their crew at Wayfinders, letting you butt in and laugh about what you slowly blurt out when something they say catches your attention.

- Talking with you when you’re like this is so funny to them, you just blurt out whatever comes to mind and they’re like “Yeah!!! I can see that! :D” and like you’re talking about some stupid shit like your favorite animated couple do those awkward photo shoot photos were they’re like, in matching outfits and shit 😭

- Overall if you don’t like reading in full like I don’t, it’s 10/10 in how they care and behave around you when you’re like that, knowing that soon you’ll be home with them once more and not attached to various wires and IV drips, free to cuddle with them.

(Sorry if this is too short for your liking guys, I just got through finals and I’m absolutely mentally beat from that lol.)

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Can I get fluffy headcannons of Venture with a s/o who just got outta surgery? Luke- just imagining Sloan going back to see their partner and the partner being all giggly like. "Awww.w..ur cute..im in pain..." and Sloan just giggling cus their partner is so drugged up lmao

lol ok, this is real cute, and I’ll get to it when I can 💖💖

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🪨Venture (OW II) x (gn) reader ⛏️

(Mortician Reader Edition!)

(Picture’s not mine!)

(Request here! Hi :) Just another thing for my favorite history geek 💖)

- You know what they say about morbid curiosity, it cultivates people who think the same way, or, at least makes one willing to see other things with open mind…

- And by all means Venture is a person who has a open mind when it comes to different things, readily able to accept and eager to learn whatever they can about something, even if that something may be considered unorthodox.

- They see it as a way to see how both the past and the present treat the dead, how things like funerals or other death rituals were able to evolve into what it is now.

- Again they love to hear about your job, taking in whatever you tell them and responding with things like “Oh that’s so- So AWESOME!!! That has so many parallels to something I saw in a book recently!! Did you know—“

- They ask everything they possibly can, even more so in comparison to others because of its details, which brings up the topic of morbid curiosity, which they have an abundance of.

- Thrilled in a way that is the rare case of innocence and curiosity, asking so many questions about your job what it entails, knowing that it’s more than just a occupation that demands a person to be respectable to something that used to be human.

- There’s something about bodies, both freshly dead and long gone that can scare most people, but not you two—

- You guys do the jobs that could be considered as not beneficial but that’s not exactly the truth, you guys do what many can’t, see and treat things that were always apart of human history, both ancient and recently gone.

- Again tries to help you in the ways that they can, but of course that help is limited considering you’re the only one registered to work with these bodies.

- Though of course planning funerals and such is something they do have more merit over, helping you order and bring in things, not staying for the funerals of course but being a beneficial help.

- They love just how sympathetic you can be towards the families of these people during such vulnerable times, to give their departed loved one the justice they deserved as they saw them one last time before their body was put to rest.

- Tragedy is a significant part of being a mortician, you might not be the one experiencing it first hand, but you do have to put yourself into the effort of giving the departed a service akin to what their loved ones would deem justly—

- A sense of respect that Venture has found themselves tangled as well as they deal with ancient artifacts and the like.

- It is, much like any other job concerning the aspects of life, death, and everything in between, a demanding job that requires consistent scheduling, planning, financing, etc.

- And it may get in the way of your relationship, but Venture would never take it seriously considering their job does much of the same as they go from place to place for excavations.

- If a specific funeral strikes a cord with you, they’re quick to be a listening ear, providing support in any they can as they convince you to say what you are experiencing, life in general can be taxing, catering to the dead is something not many can say they do.

- You both contribute to society in a less than typical way but you still are doing what is best, and that’s something Venture and you can relate to well.

- They adore you with every occupation you decide on, whether you have it already or studying to get it they’re so happy to know that you are doing something you are genuinely interested in rather than letting yourself have a job that doesn’t feed into your aspirations.

- Whenever the situation allows it, they’re do make skeleton puns, not much of a surprise there considering it’s Venture.

- Just keep in mind that they love you and they are there when you need it.

(Finally, I’ve been working on and off on this for a bit lol)

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How darw you lie to us about "being bad at writing smut"? girl you'r Vinny nsfw headcanons ware amazing😭😭😭

Had me flying with this one, thank you so much for the kindness!!!

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🧨 Vinny Santorini (Atlantis) x (gn) reader🌹

(Honeymoon Edition!)

(Picture’s not mine!)

(Request here! Hehehehe SWAG

WARNING: Contains NSFW content! 18+ only guys!)

SFW

- So… Honeymoon, knowing Vinny it’s somewhere romantic and exciting, the type of place where no one will disturb the alone time you guys are desperate to have after making sure your wedding was great and had no major setbacks.

- Which we all know was as a miraculous feat considering many of the people Vinny knows have the tendency to be… Explosive. Pun intended.

- As expected you guys take many photos of all you can during your trip, maybe even bring one of those old clunky ass cameras that can film…

- The idea of there being a black-white video of you two on the beach for you guys to look back on is very cute to me ngl.

- Just you two, doing beach things, taking turns handling the camera, ending with Vinny getting attacked by a seagull because he fell asleep in the middle of eating something.

- For some reason him in one of those striped bathing suits does something to my brain…

- Hehehe, ANYWAYSSSS, he’s the type to smuggle in fireworks among other things all for the sake of having a firework show that would only emphasize the beauty of the night…

- Gets in trouble for it indefinitely, but in his eyes it’s worth it, especially when he gets to see you starstruck by the way they light up the dark night as he sits down alongside you on a blanket on the ground you guys packed in; a sight he wouldn’t trade for anything.

- A foodie inherently… Especially after having to endure whatever the fuck Cookie concocted during those expeditions, so, you guys are getting the best food the place provides.

- As a whole, you get the royalty treatment, which doesn’t change when you guys get back home in all honesty. He has that BAG and is not afraid to spend it.

NSFW

- On the topic of royalty treatment, you can be rest assured that you’re being tenderly loved on in more ways than one, all that alone time is spent well.

- To follow up with what I mean by that is that when things get hot and heavy it’s tender, passionate, leaves the two of you breathless yet yearning for more.

- He gives soft top vibes, maybe even a switch— He’s far from picky when it comes to you.

- Not the most vocal in the sack, a grunt or stifled gasp here and there, though I do see him slipping into Italian and murmuring it against your skin when he’s feeling particularly frisky.

- The pet names, oh the pet names, he’s saying them over and over again during the throes of passion.

- As sarcastic as he may be I feel like he has a praise kink— Just something about either you or him showering one another with compliments makes him into a pile of pliable mush.

- I think he likes it slow over fast, wanting to keep the moment alive as long as possible, holding you close and practically singing your praises as he brushes his face against your hair, kissing against your hair.

- Though, again he’s not picky, loving doing it with you however he can, in and out of your honeymoon.

- Aftercare with this guy is great, he knows how to treat you well at this point, just by looking at you he can tell— As goofy as he may be he’s very observant.

- All in all y’all have a great time which you guys look back on, those memories flashing through your heads from time to time as you enjoy one another happily.

(Sorry if the NSFW part was shit, again I’m not the most experienced in this way of writing. Hope you enjoyed this nonetheless.💖)

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Tesoro Atlantis [Vinny x F!Reader]

[Next]

You're a marine biologist, friend of Milo Thatch, who brings you along on the expedition to find Atlantis, allowing you a once in a lifetime opportunity to see the seabed for yourself, but you find more than that.

The day at the museum was going as it usually does, you were currently leading a small tour through the marine life fossil exhibit, going over many types of prehistoric crustaceans.

“The helicoprion, also known as the buzz saw shark, was a group of shark-like fish with a spiral jar-” you spoke to the large group of people trailing behind you, you trail off noticing your friend, Milo Thatch waving at you from the large archway of the exhibit.

Taking a moment while the group looks around without you, you walk over to him.

“What is it, Milo? I’m working right no-”

“[Y/N], you’re not gonna believe this, last night after work-”

“You mean after the board called you an idiot and you ran after their car-” “Yeah yeah-anyway, there was this woman-”

“A woman?”

“A pretty one, her name was Helga, she took me to this mansion, this man… Mr. Whitman”

“Milo you’re taking up my five minutes,” you hold his shoulder, preventing him from rambling some more.

“I’m going to find Atlantis!” he exclaims, his eyes full of wonder.

“Oh Milo! Thats-” “And you’re coming!”

Wait what?

Here you are, on the launch pad of the Ulysses submarine, taking it all in while you sling your duffle over your shoulder, the bustling sounds of men hauling carts onto the launch pad. You spot Milo speaking to a beautiful blonde woman, you assume that’s the Helga he was speaking of.

You chuckle, following him to the large elevator leading down to where the sub meets the water.

“Are you excited?” Milo asks you, wiping his glasses

“Well of course, who wouldn’t be excited to possibly find a lost underwater civilization?”, you say walking off the elevator with the large flow of men.

Milo and you take a moment to admire the large sub when Milo is run into from behind.

“Hey, junior. If you’re looking for the pony rides, they’re back there.” said this tall Italian man.

You squinted at him taking in his buzzed head with flat top hair, his black sweater, and for some reason he was wearing a chestplate loosely hung onto his body. He proceeds to push a cart full of explosives between Milo and you, glancing at you for a fraction of a second.

“Um, excuse me, excuse me. You dropped your dy-dy-dy” Milo stutters.

“Dynamite” you say, taking it from Milo, and holding it out towards the man.

He takes it squinting at the two of you, mostly you, and then taking an occasional glance at Milo.

“What else have you, uh…got in there?”

The man smirks.

“Oh, eh, gunpowder, nitroglycerin, notepads, fuses, wicks, glue, and…” he glances at you, “paperclips; big ones. You know, just uh, office supplies”

You cover your mouth to cover a chuckle, this makes the man smirk under his large mustache and he continues towards the ship.

“Milo!” a man calls out.

Milo tells you he will be back and to board without him, as he walks off to meet the commander. 

You board the sub, struggling to keep up with the flow of the large crew of strong men boarding at the same time as you. Finally reaching a common area, a little aways from the flow of busy traffic, you take a deep breath.

“I’m going into the deep sea,” you smile, turning to find the bunk room you were assigned to, swinging your duffel over your shoulder. The stupid bag tears, sending your journals and sketches of deep sea creatures all over the floor.

“Dammit…” you mutter, kneeling down and trying to gather as much as you can before people can step on it.

“Need some help, bambina?” a familiar voice says from ahead of you. 

A pair of boots steps up and kneels down, the man from before helps you gather your items and hands them to you.

“Oh thank you…mr…?” you squint at him, trying to pry his name out of him.

“Vincenzo Santorini, but you can call me Vinny okay?” he says, his face seemingly void of emotion.

He reaches over to your bag and looks at the tear.

“Cheap bag, eh?” he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a handful of large paper clips, using them to hold the torn fabric of the bag together.

“I thought you were joking about the paper clips…” “I never joke about something as important as the paperclips”

You chuckle, suddenly hearing Milo yelp, something about a bed.

“Oh that’s Milo,” you sigh, “Thank you Vinny” you smile at him, making your way to where Milo was yelling.

You come to the male bunk area and find Milo getting a thorough checkout from a giant man.

Vinny steps behind you.

“You good Milo?” you ask, tilting your head at the sight of it all, suddenly a dog? Capybara? Shuffles over to you.

You jump a bit startled, bumping back into Vinny.

“Mole, stop scaring her,” he says.

“I was jussst trying to find out her history.” the short man with goggles, Mole said.

Vinny rolls his eyes.

“Girl’s not like men Mole, they wash their hands”

Mole growls and scurries back to his bunk.

“Don’t mind Mole, loves dirt, I’ll show ya to ya bunk okay?” Vinny says, walking down the hall, “You comin?”

You look at Milo, seeing he’s okay, you follow Vinny.

Walking down the metal hallway the two of you are silent. Vinny leads you to a mostly empty bunk room.

“Here you go Bambina,” he says,”briefing in an hour, see ya there eh?”

You nod as Vinny leaves you, setting your bag down you lay yourself onto the firm mattress bunk. 

“An hour…”

You lean down to your bag, grabbing a pencil, trying your best from memory to sketch a certain italian.

On the bridge Milo is discussing the plans to reach Atlantis.

You lean against the firm railing watching Milo struggle to capture everyone's attention. You feel someone's eyes resting on you as you stand there, too nervous to meet their gaze you try hard to keep your focus on your friend.

“Heh, uh, how…how ‘bout some slides? The…first slide is a depiction of a creature,” he fumbles with the slides in his hands trying to slide them into the projector, “A creature so frightening that sailors were said to be driven mad by the mere sight of it.”

The slide he puts into the projector was not in fact the creature, but a slide of Milo and you at the beach.

“Hubba, hubba.” Packard chuckles.

Vinny snorts and then turns his gaze away.

“Milo!” you groan.

“Sorry!” he sputters, scrambles to grab the correct slide, “Anyway, this, uh…okay. This is an illustration of the Leviathan, the creature guarding the entrance to Atlantis.”

Vinny chuckles, leaning back onto the railing with his arms crossed.

“With something like that, I would have white wine, I think.”

You chuckle to yourself, earning a smirk from Vinny as the briefing continues.

Milo continues the briefing, referencing the Book of Job, the bible, where they would need to reach a tunnel that will curve to an air pocket to the entrance of Atlantis.

Mole grumbles, pulling on Helga’s shirt.

“You said there would be digging,”

“Go away, Mole,” she replies, giving him a shove

A helmsman calls the captain over to come look at something, the meeting is over so you saunter over to the window to take in the sights of the deep sea creatures.

Your eyes graze the lower sea beds, spotting giant isopods, fangtooths, even different colors of Abyssal jelly fishes. Smiling to yourself you lean closer to the window to see the ocean floor.

“Good view?” Vinny chimes in, standing next to you with his hands in his pockets.

“Oh!” you jump, a bit startled, “Y-yeah, it’s not everyday I get to see the ocean floor this close up.”

“You like this fish stuff eh?” he asks, crossing his arms over the railing and bending down to look out the window with you.

“Oh I love sea life,” you respond, “Ever since I was young I have had a deep passion for sea life.”

“Oh, I never really like fish, I mean it’s good with some wine and a nice sauce. But I don't really like swimming with them.”

“Ironically,” you smile leaning down, your hands on your cheeks, “I don’t know how to swim.”

Vinny laughs.

“No? You’re in the wrong spot then bambina,” he looks at you, “ Don’t worry I got you.”

You give him a warm smile, as he returns one to you.

Suddenly, the Ulysses jerks violently, almost sending you over the railing, Vinny steadies you with a hand  on your shoulder.

“The hell?” he mutters.

The intercom blares as Helga’s voice blares throughout the Ulysses.

“Load the torpedo bays! Subpod crews! Battle stations!”

Vinny frowns, his mustache furrows.

“I gotta go bambina, get somewhere safe.” Vinny says, running down the hall. 

A deckhand runs up to you, and grabs your wrist, leading you to the bridge as you were a special guest.

The Ulysses jerks again, this time the submarine turns to its side, sending you flying off the stairs, hitting the large bay window.

“Jiminy christmas! It’s a machine!” Milo shouts,

You peer up, holding your head, a gash on your forehead throbbing as crimson life drips down your chin, you look out the large window, peering into the giant red eye of the mechanical Leviathan as it strangles its grip tighter onto the submarine.

Rourke frowns, staring into the eye of the beast.

“Launch subpods!’ Rourke shouts.

You stare as torpedoes fire from small pods that seem to fly throughout the water.

“Vinny! Mole! Fire!” he commands.

The leviathan’s grip on the sub weakens as the torpedoes make contact with its metal shell.

“We’re free, all ahead full!” Rourke barks.

The sub tries to make an escape, full force skimming through the water as the small sub pods continue to try and hold the beast back.

Packard is on the phone, chatting to someone named Marge.

“Sir, engineering on 4,” she mutters, lighting a cigarette.

Rourke listens in on the comm.

“How much time do we have?....Alright. You heard the lady! Let’s move!” he shouts.

Milo comes over, helping you up, his eyes landing directly on the gash of your forehead.

“Move? Where? Move where?!” Milo asks, tugging you along.

Helga shouts down to the crew below her, “Packard, sound the alarm!”

“I don’t think he’s coming back-”

“Packard!” Helga yells.

“I have to call you back.-- No, no, I’ll call you”

The alarm blares as the crew ushers Milo and you towards the escape pods.

“All hands, abandon ship,” Packards voice says over the PA system.

Milo and you are shoved into tight seats as they seal the escape pods hull.

“Lieutenant, get us out of here!” Rourke shouts.

You watch, a little dizzy from the gash on your forehead still bleeding.

The Leviathan roars, strangling the Ulyssess again.

“Lieutenant!” Rourke shouts.

“I’m working on it!” Helga shouts, kicking the lever that seemed to not want to move. With a firm kick, it jolts forward, the hull of the door pops open and the escape pods drop into the water.

“Where to, Mr. Thatch?” Rourke barks.

“We’re looking for a big crevice of some kind.” Milo responds, reading through the journal.

Rourke scans the seabed, and points, “There up ahead!”

Helga grabs the mouthpiece to communicate with the other pods. “All craft, make your mark 20 degrees down angle! Steer clear of our evac pod, we got wounded, she’s staining carpet!”

You don’t remember much besides Milo yammering about some sort of grease trap.

You can see other pods struggling to keep up, some exploding underwater as some sort of blue beam fires into them, next thing you know the eva ship you’re in struggles against the tight space of the crevice.

The pod breaks the surface of the water and Helga opens the hatch.

Milo gets you to the stairs of the ruins.

“You okay?” he asks, taking a rag from his pocket to wipe on your forehead.

A gloved hand grabs Milo’s hand, stopping him from touching your gash.

“You got that from your pocket? A hanky? It’s dirty,” Vinny growls, going into his side pocket, pulling a small first aid kit from it, he produces some alcohol and begins to clean your gash.

“You okay bambina?” he asks a tinge of worry in his voice.

‘I’m fine…” you mumble.

Audrey and Sweet watch this all unfold.

“Neva’ thought I’d see Vinny bein’ so sweet on someone before,” Audrey says, crossing her arms.

“Guys are suckers for cute faces, it just took Vinny awhile to find one he likes,” Sweet chuckles.

The crew holds a memorial for those they had lost in the sea, nearly 200 men in the crew, what they had now were all that were left of the crew.

Rourke sighs, running a hand through what’s left of his hair.

“Okay, people, saddle up. Lieutenant. I want this convoy moving 5 minutes ago.”

Helga begins to bark orders and Vinny turns to you.

“Wanna ride with me?” he asks, pointing a thumb behind him.

You were about to respond when you heard Milo struggling to convince Rourke he can drive a truck, he can’t.

“As nice as that sounds…I’ve gotta help my friend out…” you say, pointing towards Milo, “Maybe next time?” “Okay tesoro…” he smiles, turning to his part of the convoy.

You feel the heat of her cheeks when he says that, and then it fades fast as you hear Milo stalling, and jerking the truck, unable to drive it. 

Mumbling to yourself you manage to catch up with the truck as it was barely moving. The convoy honks and men begin to shout at Milo for holding them up.

“Move over Milo,” you say, climbing into the truck and driving up the stairs, effectively getting the convoy moving again.

The entire trip trying to find this damn door is boring, Milo accidently nearly gets everyone killed reading his map wrong, leading the convoy to the den of a giant hostile bug. 

They take a small break, where they drink some water. 

You stand there drinking some water, as Milo does the same. Vinny comes between the two of you, smirking at you as he addresses Milo.

“You didn’t just drink that did you?!”

Milo nods.

“That’s not good! That’s nitroglycerin! Don’t move, eh, don’t breathe, don’t do anything. Except pray, maybe…” You watch as the Mole man sneaks behind Milo, jumping up with a loud “BOOM!”, causing Milo to scream.

Mole and Vinny laugh out loud, Vinny’s large hand resting on your back and you chuckle with him.

“That was mean…” you say.

“I can be meaner, it’s a tough spot, comedy is good in times like this eh?”

They set up a small camp to eat and refuel, Milo is off to the side, charting with his protractor, compass, and maps.

“Maybe I should go get him to eat something…” you say, going over to him.

“Hey Tesoro, let him do his thing, he can eat in the car, you drove a lot today, come sit, rest eh?” Vinny says patting the spot next to him.

Cookie…despite his name…is not a good cook.

After heading through cold caves, hot caves, climbing over rocks and other ancient ruins.

Milo smiles looking at a giant ancient pillar.

“Good night! Will you look at the size of them? It’s gotta be half a mile high. At least. It-it must have taken hundreds– No, pfft, thousands of years to carve this thing.”

You watch as Vinny places bundles of dynamite, and wires connecting them to  a single wire and then a detonator. Milo is too busy taking in the beauty of the pillar to notice. Vinny grabs the back of Milo’s collar, dragging him back to the detonator.

He holds the hand of the detonator, about to push it down but stops. He smirks, turning to you.

“Tesoro, c’mere,” he reaches a hand out to you, and you take his hand, he pulls you over and places your hands onto the lever.

“Quickly and firmly, just push it down fast.”

You push down, sending the spark to the dynamite, watching as the bottom of the pillar explodes, you look up at Vinny as he smiles at the explosion. The pillar groans as it;s weight causes it to fall over the chasm.

Milo frowns, looking at the piece of history that is now laying across the chasm.

“Hey, look, [y/n] and I made a bridge. It only took us like, what 10 seconds. 11 tops.”

You smile at Vinny and he returns it. Vinny walks back to his truck and is stopped by Sweet and Audrey.

“What?” he asks,

“You neva’ let anyone set off ya bombs, what’s up with you?” Audrey pries, leaning close to Vinny, trying to read his blank face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” he responds, climbing into the truck.

“I know what we're talking about,” Sweet says, climbing into the truck, “I ain’t gonna say it out loud as it's your business, but do know, I know, and if you don’t tell them, I won’t tell them.”

“Yeah yeah…” Vinny frowns as Sweet continues to drive.

After crossing the makeshift bridge., the convoy approaches a blockade.

Rourke and Vinny stare up at the massive blockage.

“Looks like we have a little roadblock. Vinny, what do you think?” He asks Vinny.

Vinny looks into his bag and then up at the block.

“I could un-roadblock that if I had about 200 of these…Problem is I only got about…10. Plus, you know, 5 of my own. And a couple of cherry bombs…Road flare…” Vinny’s eyes glance behind him, looking at Milo and you.

“Hye, too bad we don’t have some nitroglycerin, eh, Milo?”

You cover your mouth to smother a giggle, hearing Mole laugh out loud. Milo frowns looking at you and Vinny.

Rourke frowns, stroking his chin and walking away.

“Mole, looks like we’re going to have to dig,” he states.

Vinny pulls you away as Mole starts the digger, it barely taps the door before it breaks down.

Audrey walks over to look at the issue.

Vinny is staring down at you, taking in your features as you watch Milo and Audrey talk mechanics.

“You feelin’ okay Tesoro?” he asks, pointing to the gash on your forehead.

“Oh, yeah I’m okay…” you respond looking at him, “what’s a tesoro?” 

He freezes, a small pink tint on his bony cheeks.

“It-it’s Italian…”

“Oh? What’s it mean?” you ask him, 

He stammers for a second before hearing the digger starting up, allowing him to avoid this situation entirely. 

They reach a large cave, and the convoy decides to make camp for the night. You look up at the glowing ceiling.

“Wow…” you exclaim.

“Why is it glowing?” Audrey asks, squinting to look up.

“Pah! It is a natural phosphorescence!” he says.

“That thing is going to keep me up all night, I know it.” Vinny frowns.

“That’s not the only thing,” Sweet says, brushing past the two of you.

The group begins to set up camp for the night. You help Milo set him up.

“Sorry for not telling you…” he says to you, ashamed.

“It’s fine, I brought a blanket, it’s only one night so it shouldn’t be too awful..” you respond.

Vinny looks over at the two of you.

“What’s the matter tesoro?” he asks, walking over.

“Oh, Milo forgot to mention when he was over at my apartment that I would need a tent, he told me to bring sleeping supplies but no tent.” you say plainly looking at an embarrassed Milo.

“W-well you see, I-I thought sleeping materials would…imply a t-tent you…W-wait…Did you call her tesoro?” Milo asks, pointing at Vinny.

Before Vinny can respond, Cookie rings the dinner bell.

“Come and get it!” He calls out.

Vinny gives you a look, beginning his walk to the campfire.

Before you could follow, Milo grabs your wrist.

“H-hey hold up,” Milo whispers to you, “What’s goin on, between you and Vinny?”

“Whaddya mean?” you ask, looking at him, and then back towards Vinny.

“Tesoro means sweetheart…”

You feel red rush to your cheeks, you put your hands together and take a deep breath.

“I’m sure he just means it in a friendly way…” you say.

“Y-yeah…”

You go and sit at the fire next to Milo as Cookie dishes out his meal for now.

“For the appetizer, caesar salad, escargot, and your oriental spring rolls.”

You grimace at the slop that was dropped on your plate.

“There you go, Milo, put some meat on them bones!”

“Thanks, Cookie. That looks…grieser than usual…”

“You like it? Well, have some more! You’re so skinny, if you turned sideways an’ stuck out your tongue, you’d look like a zipper!”

Sweet mentions how they’ve been hard on him, and they invite him to sit with them. Vinny comes over and leads you to sit next to him.

They have a good chat, Vinny stares with his normal blank expression, occasionally stealing glances of you trying to keep down Cookies grub.

Cookie comes over with his cement wagon of grub.

“Main course!”

Everyone politely declines, and when Cookie turns, everyone dumps their portions into the fire, effectively putting out the flame.

At the edge of camp, you roll out your blanket onto the rough ground.

Vinny comes over, and you can’t help but chuckle at the sight of his pale hairy legs sticking out of his ‘pjs.’

“You…gonna lay on the ground?” he asks, flicking the match in his mouth around.

“I don’t have much choice in the matter,” you reply, sitting on it and looking at him.

He grabs you from the back of your shirt, lifting you up and grabbing your blanket. Walking off with it.

“H-hey wait!” you follow at a quick pace.

He goes to his tent, placing a duffel in the center of his mat, tossing your blanket on one side, and then sitting on the other side.

“Sit.”

“I’m sat.”

The others talk about how they ended up this profession, How Milo’s grandpa fueled his passion for Atlantis, finding the arrowhead. How Audrey's dad wanted sons, but got two daughters instead.

Milo looks over at the two of you on Vinny’s mat.

Packard comes over and Milo smiles at her.

“Forget your jammies, Mrs.Packard?” he asks her, leaning into his palm.

“I sleep in the nude.”

Two sleep masks were tossed around, one to Milo and the other to you.

“You’ll want these,” Sweet says, “She sleepwalks.”

Vinny lays on his back, and you look down at him.

“Well, as far as me goes…I just like to blow things up.”

Sweet pulls his mask off his face and stares him in the eyes.

“Don’t start a relationship on lies. Tell the truth.”

Vinny’s eye darts between Sweet and you, he groans, and pulls the mask down.

“My family owned a flower shop. We would sell roses, carnations, baby’s breath, you name it. One day, I’m making about three dozen corsages for this prom…” he sighs, “You know, the one they put on the wrist. And everybody, they come. “Where is it?” “When is it?” “Does it match my dress?” It’s a nightmare. Anyway, I guess there was this leak next door of gas or what… Boom! No more Chinese laundry. Blew me right through the front window.” 

Vinny flips himself over and lights a match, holding it high, and staring intensely into the flame. “It was like a sign from God. I found myself in that boom…”

He glances at you for a second, meeting your eyes for a short bit.

Milo smiles, and then turns to the group again.

“What’s Mole’s story?”

Sweet puts his hand up.

“Trust me on this one, you don’t wanna know. Audrey, don’t tell him. You shouldn’t have told me, but you did, and now I’m tellin’ you, you don't wanna know.”

The light from the lantern goes out, and you lay down, curling under your blanket. 

You hear Vinny.

“You good Tesoro?” he whispers.

“Y-yeah…”

“Comfy?”

“Yeah, I’m okay.”

“Good…”

Drifting off the sleep, dreams of the ocean, flowing in the water, your breathing in the cool water, unable to drown. A hand reaches out and cups your cheek.

“Tesoro…Tesoro…Tesoro!”

You jolt awake to Vinny over you, the smell of smoke filling your lungs.

“We gotta move!” He says, helping you up and leading you to a truck with Sweet. The entire convoy proceeds to try and cross the bridge towards the entrance to Atlantis. The fireflies Milo had awakened lit the truck with gas ablaze, causing a massive explosion, the bridge collapsing, causing the heavy digger to struggle against its own weight.

The digger groans as it tries to fight against gravity to no avail. It slides back, pushing the rest of the convoy to slide and fall into the abyss. Vinny drapes himself over you as the trucks crash into one another, hitting rocks, and falling into pitch darkness.

You can’t see anything, but you can hear Vinny’s heartbeat as he covers you with his body, heavy breaths as he takes most hits from his side.

The crashing, the sounds of metal hitting the ground began to die down.

Rourke lights a match, looking around.

“All right, who’s not dead? Sound off.”

Everyone groans.

The voice of Cookie echoes over the groans.

“Danged lightnin’ bugs done bit me on my sit-upon. Somebody’s gonna have to suck out that poison…Now don’t everyone jump up at once”

“You okay Tesoro?” Vinny whispers to you, loosening his wrap on you.

“Y-yeah…are…are you okay?”

“Eh, could be better, could have wine.”

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ive seen the handful of venture/specific job readers youve done and i wanted to add onto that since i love that silly lil they them so much!!

could you maybe do a mortician reader/venture? very curious on what you think they would be like dating or just being friends w someone doing that job^^

Hey!! So sorry for getting to this so late I just— I just wasn’t in the best mindset when I saw this ask but now I’m ready to do it, you just gotta wait a little longer!!

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So with Vinny, we have: marriege, the relationship affter the marriege, kids. But could you do something about sounding honeymoon with him?👀

Dosn't need to be nsfw

Ok yeah, again I’m not the most skilled with nsfw content but I will surely try, and more than likely fail— It’s the thought that counts Ig lol

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Not a request I just wanna say you are Bae and I like ur stuff

I’m bae guys, such a high honor thank you anon 💖💖💖

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🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼

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… Reunion arc mayhaps?? Like they haven’t seen one another in a while?? It gives Sapphire and Ruby from Steven Universe but far more emotional.

I forgot to post this on my tumblr, but this is my other toh oc, Coelle Whittaker, The Bronze Guard! He’s my funky lil bunny bro 💛⭐️🐰