#kenzi’s ocs

[t3mpest98]

CT- 6799 never understood why the other cadets seemed to hate the pods they slept in.

The others would always complain that it was too tight, too constricting for their ever growing limbs. That the darkness felt like it was suffocating them and the cold was freezing them from the inside out.

But that’s not how he saw it. That’s not how his twin saw it either if the odd looks they both gave the other cadets was anything to go by.

To him, his pod was one of the only places he truly felt safe. It hid him from the Kaminoans glaring eyes and the other cadet’s loud voices. There he could just exist without worrying that he was doing anything wrong or be yelled at to keep going. Even if he couldn’t get any sleep like the past couple of nights it would be better than this.

The trainers had yelled a lot today, more than usual. They seemed to get more strict as the days passed. The other cadets acted like it was a game or a race they were going to win no matter what. If you were to ask him he’d say it was a test. To see who would be cut out for leaving Kamino and…who wouldn’t.

Either way he was getting tired of it. He just wanted to go back to his pod, to go back to the dark shell that kept him safe. CT-6687 kept shooting him looks full of worry making him wonder if he was really that bad at hiding his discomfort.

“Stop it,” he whispered, trying to do everything he could to not draw any attention. Their current trainer was busy chewing out one of the more abrasive cadets who had switched their blaster off of stun and nearly shot another clone, so it was unlikely they would be caught deviating from their task. Even so, he doesn’t want to be the next one getting a lecture for being disobedient.

“Stop what?” 66 replied while turning back to the blaster he kept taking apart then putting back together. He did it so quickly Nines wondered if he even needed to train for it anymore.

“Looking at me like I’m about to fall apart,” Nines shot back. He wouldn’t, he was fine. He had to be or else he’d fail, then what would happen? He doesn’t want to leave and come back with that blank look in his eyes that the other cadets who got taken away now always had.

“I’m just worried. You’re still not sleeping well.”

“Are you?”

66 went quiet for a while after that and Nines almost felt bad. Both of them had trouble sleeping but 66 always seemed to struggle with it more. At least until recently. Nines wonders if 66 just figured out how to hide it better.

66 turned back around so he could look at Nines clearly, trying to see if he could find any clue as to what was going on.

“The same as usual. But not you. You’re getting worse.” 66 didn’t even try to pose it as a question, he just seemed to know.

“What’s going on?” 66 pushed as he slowly inched closer to Nines.

For a moment Nines thought about telling his ori’vod, he almost let the cracks in his walls crumble. The sharp voice of their trainer calling their group to attention snapped both of them back, everyone going stock still as they waited for their next orders, blasters held uniformly at their side.

Even though 66 was no longer looking at him, Nines knew this wasn’t over. For now though it could wait. If he had his way it could wait until he died. Or at the very least until he could get back to his pod.

——————

It wasn’t better.

He had been laying there for hours now, yet he couldn’t keep his eyes closed for more than a few minutes before turning around.

He was exhausted and his body ached from everything he’d done today. Or was it yesterday now? He wasn’t sure, he doesn’t want to know either. Knowing how much sleep he was losing might make things worse.

Less sleep meant a sloppy performance, it meant being singled out by his trainers. He had to do better than that.

Tonight he didn’t feel as safe in his pod as he usually did, the quiet air around him unnerving. The darkness wasn’t as calming, his skin felt like it was crawling and he was cold.

For a split second he considers going to 66’s tube. At least then he wouldn’t be alone. But if his brother was asleep then Nines would be angry at himself for waking 66. There was no reason anyone should get less rest just because of him.

The sound of someone moving around almost made him jump, the sudden noise striking through the silence surrounding him. His body went stiff as he tried with everything he had to pretend he was asleep.

The sounds stopped almost as soon as they started and he almost thought he was in the clear. Up until his pod came sliding out, exposing him to the outside. He was too tense now for anyone in their right mind to think he was asleep but he tried.

Instead of being scolded for still being awake like he expected, someone climbed into the pod with him, closing it quickly. Nines didn’t need to open his eyes to know who it was. 66 had already wrapped an arm around him by the time any small light disappeared.

66 pulled Nines as close as he could while directing Nines head underneath his own. Both of 66’s arms were now holding Nines protectively, the gentle pressure starting to bring Nines out of his head. He’s very glad they were both still small enough to fit inside one pod.

Nines didn't know he had started crying until he could feel 66’s shirt getting wet. Great, not only was he failing at getting himself under control but he was also crying all over his brother. Fantastic.

“I’m sorry,” Nines mumbled, ignoring the way his voice shook. 66 held on tighter and Nines squeezed his eyes shut. He did his best not to make another sound other than the occasional sniffle.

“It’s ok, I promise,” 66 whispered softly. “You’re ok. I’ve got you now, you’re safe.” Nines felt a hand carding through his hair, the tension inside him starting to bleed away. 66 said it with so much certainty that Nines didn’t even question it.

He knows he can’t keep relying on his ori’vod like this, not when one day 66 might not be there to help him. Just the thought made him shudder but he couldn’t ignore the possibility. A half broken sob escaped him and he struggled to keep it from escalating. What was wrong with him?

66 didn’t stop his comforting actions the whole time as he tried to make Nines feel as safe as possible. He’s glad it was happening now instead of during training, if any of the Kammies saw Nines could get in trouble. 66 would never let his vod’ika be taken away, not ever.

It took a while before Nines was able to stop crying, his head already starting to hurt. Now he just felt tired and weak.

“Shhh, it’s ok. Get some sleep, we’re supposed to get up earlier tomorrow,” 66 said with a slightly apologetic tone.

Nines made himself smaller at that, already dreading how he would feel later. Maybe he would get lucky and they were going over battle strategy or learning how to sneak into an enemy base.

Thinking was getting harder, every thought jumbling together. He was warm now and was once again finding comfort in the small confines of the pod. He still didn’t feel completely ok but at least he was safe now.

“No one will hurt you with me here. I’ll protect you. Promise.”

Nines didn’t doubt it for a second.

—————

He had promised.

He had promised.

Instead of sleeping like he knew he should be Spade paced rapidly in front of a table covered in caf cups and datapads. His heart was beating uncomfortably fast and his breathing had been erratic for way too long now.

Even if he could try to sleep it would be impossible.

“Where are you?” Spade hissed while running a hand through his greasy hair, reminding him yet again that he needed to go to the sonic. It could wait though. Noir could not.

Spade had broken the one promise he had ever made and he wished for nothing more than to go back to the small tubes, to the long nights where at least they had each other. The nights where they were safe in that small secluded spot.

The room he was in was small and poorly lit yet somehow there was too much space, it felt too open. Something was so obviously missing, the feeling of wrongness tainting everything around him.

He wanted to hold Noir tight while telling him everything would be alright again, to say that nothing would hurt him as long as Spade was there.

Spade wanted to find the smallest space available and make sure Noir got some sleep before the next day’s challenges. He wanted Noir to be safe in the comfort of a small dark space with Slade there to protect him.

But he wasn’t. Spade had lost him. Spade had failed.

Some ori’vod he was.

[t3mpest98]

DYING OMG AHAHAHAHA

Nox is completely accurate and everything else? Noir is a fantastic lair, honestly Spade, you are never going to live that down my guy.

NPTs: @wyvernsrus @varpusvaras @sun-roach @aza-trash-can @dukeoftheblackstar and whoever else would like to <3

I found this site that generates you a random headcanon.... How about we do that: you enter the name of a character (or your OC!), post what you got, and then comment on how true do you think it is for them!

Not true. That was very easy.

Who's next!!! @judejazza @mcwentfandomtraveling @sh0jun @lorei-writes @groovylita @queengiuliettafirstlady @scummy-writes @ludivineikewolf @yarnnerdally @yanderepuck @vioisgoinginsane @venulus @fang-and-feather @leonscape @writingwhimsey @foreverxdaydreaming @keithsandwich @verynormaluser

[aceouttatime]

Alliums, for your patience.

Artfight revenge time! I've got @lunargazing-png's Kara and Azailick here on a little Citadel date after work <333 I had a blast drawing these two, and their story is super cool--if you haven't, go check them out!

[muckyschmuck]

gay lady species swap just to piss myself off

[nessatwene-art]

Theyre 6 teens and 16

On a draw my ocs in cartoon shows from my childhood kick

[t3mpest98]

Where did he come from :OOO

Also akdkfkf shaking around my little Corrie oc, ARC Noir, he is a pseudo detective who has blackmail on people they didn’t know existed

Tell me somthing about your little guys! Your little homies who you shake around like a maraca!

For me, Graves (my little corrie oc) actually transferred into the Guard from a different battalion!

[gr3yart]

Tryng to design this guy and failing

[kenziedrawz]

cookie art dump

Pre- Corruption Shadow Milk design

Meringue Cult AU Design / Blueberry Milkshake Cookie

Meringue Cookie, my favurite girlboss cult leader.( i both love and loath her)

finally a random scene from the Bride of the Shadows au (oc/self insert x canon au)

[formerlycookierunauprompts]

Hello everyone, it's... certainly been a while.

To answer what most likely is your main question : No, I'm not returning to make prompts on this blog. I know that it's certainly a disappointment to most butttt... I come bringing something else...

Namely, a Golden Butter Cookie Redesign + Rewrite!

First and foremost, she's still technically a Beast Cookie- though her fall happens after the beasts are sealed away. She leads the fight against them, and is the one who drags them all to be sealed away within the silver tree. She is, to put it quite simply, disgusted with what they've become.

And to think there was a chance she may have turned out that way too. Negligent to the people, the cookies around her and seeking only her own benefit.

Some who lived through those times said she was almost completely nonchalant when confronting them directly- as if it was nothing more than just a mere task to be completed. All previous relations and feelings had been destroyed once she saw what they'd become, and yet- rumors speak of slight emotion, of regret.

But those are just rumors, none would know the truth except for Golden Butter herself.

After the sealing, she retreated to a realm of her own creation- entrusting the fate of the world to the Cookies residing in it, telling them to not rely on that of the soul jam wielders as her parting words. Whether that lesson stuck remains a mystery in the current day, and as such- nobody knows what truly happened to her. Did she go mad in her Toy Box? Or did she crumble away with the passing time?

Once such a Creative soul, lost in time and doomed by her own Isolation.

Maybe one day, the Spear that Cleaves shall rest in her hand once again- as duty summons a sweet, yet bitter eternity...

[askthedoubleagent]

Accidentally yeeted the ask, my bad g… fixed it though… Kinda of… it works that’s all that matters :D ~ Eldritch Mod

Mako Bonito Belongs to @mouwuma

[kingkenzieofmold]

[ Nobody wants to work the Night Shift | a henry stickmin comic ]

Kenzie Lore? Yes. I have been slowly rewriting Kenzie’s lore to better fit the story I want to write. I wanted to put more emphasis on the Horror of Eldritch horror with this comic. I have also add extra Kenzie lore at the bottom! I hope you enjoy!

Kenzie Hope

25 years | Nonbinary | They/it An average CCC worker and always has been [it's a lie]. They have always worked in the archive [they worked the night shift once and before as security]. They have always been the same extroverted person [they were quiet and didn’t talk to people a lot]. Has never been in a relationship in their 25 years of life [they have been married for 3 years]. Kenzie and their boss have never gotten along, Jacob has always been paranoid around them [He is the only one who remembers]. He always avoids them as if he hates them [it took his husband from him]. He stares at them a lot. It's uncomfortable [it stares into his eyes with his husband's face but he knows it took him that night]. Hopeful he comes around [He will destroy it one day and get his husband back one way or another].

You made it this far? I really do hope you enjoy then!!<3

[t3mpest98]

Fixing the ventilation of a helmet was one of the most calming things Cyra had to do now. She could go through the motions without thinking once about her next step.

It never got rid of her annoyance completely, but it dulled the feeling for a time. Usually she’d have music blasting in her headphones as she worked, the loud melodies drowning out the darkness in her mind, but that would defeat the purpose of making Noir stay with her as she worked. Even if they weren’t talking much outside of her asking for certain tools, the company was nice. He sat on her desk, leaning against the wall while sitting close enough that her elbow brushed his leg, a datapad in his left hand.

She was trying to go slow so that maybe Noir would stay still. Even if Spade hadn’t messaged her about the lack of sleep Noir had been getting, it would have been evident in the dark circles underneath his eyes. He’d already been there for half an hour so she might be running out of time unless she changed tactics.

His stubborn will rivaled her own when it came to his job, something she found both impressive and aggravating. And She wasn’t the only one who thought that, the earlier conversation she had with Spade running through her head.

“Do you think you can get Noir to stay at your place for a little while?”

“I mean ya but why?”

“He hasn’t been sleeping well, again.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I assume nightmares but he won’t say. He's running himself to the ground with his work. I thought you might be able to help with that. He seems to relax when you’re around.”

Where Spade had gotten that idea she didn’t know, but he wasn’t one to lie so she took his word for it.

Currently she isn't doing very well at getting Noir to rest. She was heavily considering just wrapping him up in a blanket to trap him. He might tire himself out trying to escape it while throwing whatever empty threats he could think of at her, most of which he’s heard from her ranting about certain people. She huffed with amusement at the thought.

“What’s so funny?” Noir asked, startling Cyra from her thoughts. She gives him a confused look while pausing in her work.“You were smiling. Usually you don’t do that unless something’s funny.” He stated. She hadn’t even realized she had been smiling until he pointed it out. With how often she wore her mask, sometimes she forgot others could clearly see what face she was making when it was off.

“Why were you looking?” She shot back, her words not holding any real irritation. He muttered something about good peripherals and went back to whatever files he was sorting through. He had probably just been watching her fix the helmet, though she’s not sure how he found that interesting. She glances at him for a moment then looks back to the helmet in deep thought.

“He seems to sleep better when you’re around.”

Cyra sighs and falls back against her chair, stretching her arms up with a deep breath. If he wasn’t going to try and sleep on his own then she might just have to take a few extra measures. “Alright Empty Can, I don’t know about you but I’m getting tired as shit.” A lie, but she wasn’t above lying to get what she wanted. Besides he wouldn’t leave without the helmet being done. At least she hoped.

Noir just looked up at her questioningly while lowering his datapad to lay on his lap. She moves her chair back then stands up to start walking over to her small room. She tapped the panel that opened her door, leaving it open to encourage Noir to follow.

She ran her cybernetic hand through her short hair, the cold metal oddly soothing.

The bed she had stuffed in a corner wasn’t the most impressive thing in the galaxy, though it was better than nothing so she didn’t care. The room was dimly lit, making it hard to see clearly. It was a comforting darkness nonetheless. She sits up on her bed then relaxes against the wall as she waits. It only took a few minutes before Noir walked through the door and crawled into the bed beside her.

If there was one thing she’d learned while becoming Noir’s friend, it was that he absolutely hated being alone. At least he did no, so it wasn’t any wonder that he had followed her. Perfect, she was one step closer to completing her master plan.

He took one of her pillows to lay his head on, then laid on his back with his datapad held above his face. “The hell do you think you’re doing? You’ll burn your eyes with that thing in here.” She says, snatching the datapad from his hands while ignoring his word of protest. He was an idiot if he thought she was allowing that.

“I was close to finishing those files!” Noir retorted as he glared at her. She just stuck her tongue out at him then lightly hit him with her other pillow before putting said pillow behind her. He could finish his work later when he got some rest. Right now they both needed to just lay there existing for a moment. He didn’t put up much of a fight to get it back, making her wonder just how tired he really was.

There were millions of people on this planet, each hurrying to run their next errand or go to their next meeting. Yet here, just the two of them, it felt so quiet and peaceful. They could pretend nothing was wrong, that there wasn’t any danger, that they could stay within the garage’s sturdy walls forever.

Cyra fiddles around on her comm while Noir shifts to lay on his left side. She glances at him to see his eyes slowly begin to close. So close. She was determined to make sure he slept for at least an hour.

Noir was probably one of the last people in this galaxy she was comfortable being this close with. He never lied to her about what he thought. She’d seen him around people he didn’t trust, if he had planned on hurting her he would have never even taken off his helmet. And here he was laying on his side right next to her. Such a simple display of trust made her feel like she must be doing something right.

She reaches for one of the soft blankets she may or may not have stolen and pulls it over him. He looks at the blanket hovering above him through barely open eyes, his expression unreadable. Once she drops it he lets out a deep sigh of content. “You’re infuriatingly good at this.” He whispered, exhaustion heavy in his voice.

She let out a short laugh and shook her head while Noir gave her another half hearted glare. “Is it really so infuriating that I’m trying to take care of you? One of us has to, Spade will wring my neck if I let you keep working anyway.” She said, a bit of happiness creeping into her voice.

“I’m not even that tired.” He whispered in reply as he started to curl up, tugging the blanket to cover more of him. She’s glad he seemed to be making himself more at home instead of trying to leave.

“Sure Little Wrapper. Don’t get too comfortable, I might kick you off later.” She joked, a smile starting to tug at her lips.

“Do it and I’ll put you in the big house.” Noir mumbled.

“Oh, I’m absolutely terrified.” Cyra replied sarcastically with an eye roll. If she remembered what Spade had told her correctly, Noir was threatening to put her in jail. She’d like to see him try. “Watch it or I’ll drag your ass ten blocks with a rope attached to my speeder bike.”

Noir had the audacity to smile slightly. They fell into a comfortable silence so easily it was almost surprising. She wouldn’t complain though. She reached for her own datapad she left on her bed, opening a game to play mindlessly as she listened to Noir’s breathing get slower and slower.

“What happened to not being tired huh?” She asked softly. The silence she was met with made her look down at him only to see Noir dead asleep. Her shoulders shake slightly in a silent laughter, trying her best not to wake him back up. A small, soft part of her wants to run her fingers through his hair like she’s seen Spade do to see if he would relax further.

She thinks about it for way too long before tentatively reaching her left hand down to hover over his head before slowly, gently running her fingers through his hair. The effect was immediate as Noir practically melted into the mattress. She smiles and decides that showing more affection for her friends might not be so bad. No one else down here would.

An alert from her datapad drew her eyes away from him.

Mountain Goat: How is he?

Getawaydriver: out like a drunkard

Mountain Goat: Well now I need evidence.

Getawaydriver: yee of little fckin faith

She turns the datapad to Noir and snaps a quick picture. She could hardly see his face anymore with how he had tucked himself underneath the blanket. This would definitely be saved for possible blackmail later. Spade took a little longer to answer than before after she sent the holopic.

Mountain Goat: Thank you.

Getawaydriver: nw but when do i get paid

Mountain Goat: Haha. No.

Getawaydriver: rude

She turned the datapad off and tossed it away from her on the bed. Her attention snaps back to Noir when he starts shifting again, her hand automatically going to run through his hair again. That made him stop moving, making her realize she’d be here a while now if she wanted him to keep sleeping. Oh well, there wasn’t anything else for her to do today.

She found that she was surprisingly ok with that.

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[achromaticgambit]

"you look lonely... i can fix that."