#latrell

[the-lovely-cambion]

cw: implied usage of drugs

It’s nice to be around friends and get high at the same time for 420

Note: Never share each other’s drugs. May lead to a trippy, but well animated hallucination sequence.

Separate Character Art:

[domquixotedospobresblog]

[mclatrell]

[mikolkindle]

[whereslynx]

can you write one where the reader and spooky are dating and they’re outside on a walk when a prophet rolls up on them with a gun and spooky protects the reader so at the end it’s kind of fluff

a/n: 🕺🕺

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You and Spooky strolled through Freeridge, the sun dipping low and casting long shadows across the sidewalk. The familiar sounds of laughter and distant music filled the air, wrapping you in a sense of belonging. You often took walks with Spooky, catching yourselves in the comfort of reminiscing on stale memories back when you were young. You could tell Spooky grew to rely on these walks—a chance to escape the reality of being a gang leader, and enter a bubble of sweet nostalgia of life before it got heavy.

Growing up here, you learned the unspoken rules: know your block, stay alert, and avoid unnecessary drama. But being alongside Spooky all your life, some of those rules got a bit too difficult.

“Yo, remember that time we almost got caught stealing snacks from the old corner store back in middle school?” Oscar laughed, brushing his shoulder against yours, his casual confidence making you smile.

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” you replied, shaking your head at the memory. “Maybe if that bag of chips didn’t fall outta your shirt, Mr. Cano wouldn’t have chased us down the street with his broom.” You teased with a faux frown, playfully nudging him with your shoulder.

Before Oscar could answer, a sleek green car rolled up beside you, the tinted windows reflecting the golden light. You felt a knot tighten in your stomach as the window slid down, revealing Latrelle, a notorious member of the Prophets. He leaned out, smirking with a cocky flair. “Well, well, look who we got here. Spooky and his girl. What a cute little scene.”

Your heart raced as you caught the dangerous glint in Latrelle’s eyes. Years of growing up in Freeridge had taught you the unspoken signals of trouble, and that smirk was a clear warning. Oscar’s playful demeanor shifted in an instant; the lightheartedness faded as he instinctively stepped in front of you, his posture tense and protective. “What do you want, Latrelle?” he asked, his voice steady but low, each word heavy with warning.

Latrelle chuckled, leaning out of the car, his tone dripping with mockery. “Just wanted to see if you’re still pretending to run these streets. This block ain’t safe for you, man. You know how it is.” He leaned back, surveying the two of you with an air of casual menace, his gaze lingering on your intertwined hands.

You squeezed Oscar’s hand tighter, feeling your heartbeat quicken. “We’re just out for a walk, nothing more,” you said, trying to keep your voice calm despite the tension tightening around you. Inside, however, adrenaline surged through your veins, preparing you for whatever might come next.

Latrelle’s grin widened, revealing a mix of amusement and menace, but the underlying threat was unmistakable. “Walks are nice, but I don’t like it when my territory gets disrespected. You know how it is, Spooky; the Prophets don’t play nice, especially with your kind strolling around here.” He leaned casually against the car, but his eyes were cold, scanning you both like prey.

The outline of a gun peeked from Latrelle’s waistband, its presence sending an icy chill down your spine. Oscar’s instincts kicked in; he stepped protectively in front of you, his body rigid and poised for action. “You Prophets think y’all the only ones strapped ‘round here?” he rasped, venom lacing his tone as he lifted the hem of his shirt, revealing a strap of his own, gleaming menacingly in the fading light.

The air crackled with tension as they exchanged heated glances, each man sizing the other up. You could feel every heartbeat thumping loudly in your ears, a primal instinct urging you to prepare for anything. “Guess it’s a show to see who reaches first,” Latrelle shot back, bravado dripping from his words, challenging Oscar to make a move.

Just then, the distant sound of a siren pierced the thick tension, causing Latrelle to hesitate, his bravado faltering for a split second. He glanced toward the noise, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. “This ain’t over, Santos,” he muttered, retreating into his car with a final glare, his expression a mix of frustration and anger, before peeling away into the shadows of Freeridge.

You exhaled, relief flooding your veins as the immediate danger passed, the adrenaline slowly receding. Oscar turned to you, concern etched across his features, his dark eyes searching yours for any sign of fear. “You okay?” he asked, his voice low and steady, though you could hear the undercurrent of worry.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just… that was too close,” you replied, your voice trembling slightly, the weight of the moment still heavy in the air. You couldn’t help but feel the rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins, a chaotic mix of fear and exhilaration that made your heart race.

Oscar pulled you closer, his arm wrapping protectively around your shoulders, creating a barrier against the chaos of the streets. “I’m not letting anyone mess with you. You know that, right?” His grip was firm, reassuring, and a surge of safety washed over you.

You hesitated, your brow furrowing slightly. “Yeah, I know,” you said, but uncertainty lingered in your voice. The warmth of his body next to yours helped ground you, reminding you that you weren’t alone in this unpredictable world.

He gently grabbed your shoulders, locking his gaze onto yours. “Hey,” he said softly, squeezing your shoulders. “Nobody. You hear? Nobody.” The repeated reassurance hung in the air, wrapping around you like a protective blanket. You nodded slowly, feeling the weight of his words settle deep in your chest, knowing you could face whatever came your way as long as he was by your side.

Oscar’s laugh sliced through the tension like a knife, lightening the air around you. “Come on, let’s bounce before those fools decide to come back for round two. How about we hit up that taco spot we used to go to after school and pretend this whole mess was just a bad dream?”

His playful tone drew a genuine smile from you, the fear of moments ago melting away. “Tacos sound perfect,” you replied, imagining the warm tortillas and savory fillings that always made everything better.

As you strolled hand-in-hand, the vibrant pulse of Freeridge began to surround you once again. The rhythmic beat of reggaeton floated from a nearby block party, mingling with the laughter of kids playing in the streets. The familiar scents of street food—cilantro, lime, and sizzling carne asada—filled the air, bringing with them memories of carefree days spent in this lively neighborhood.

With Oscar beside you, his energy infectious, you felt the lingering weight of danger lift. It was as if the vibrancy of Freeridge had embraced you, reminding you that life could still be sweet amidst chaos. Together, you walked into the heart of your neighborhood, ready to savor not just tacos, but the warmth and safety that came with shared moments, knowing that with Oscar by your side, you could face anything the streets threw at you.

[the-lovely-cambion]

I feel like Latrell would say that

Back quality because tired also this is just a potential preview.

A small reminder that Wendell and Wild have 16 siblings

[zanephillips]

White Chicks (2004)

[deadthehype]

Kith for the New York Knicks 2023 Campaign

[fbfh]

Writing quick drabbles about the obscure blorbos I kept forgetting to write about 2/4

Tw for mentions of pregnancy/pregnant reader, also afab reader

got mega brain rot about Latrelle from on my block literally out of nowhere for like two days straight so uh. specifically dad!latrelle. you've had an on and off relationship for years, snce you were teens. you've gotten him out of trouble more times than either of you could count, and everytime he asks you why you keep sticng your neck out for him, you tell him the same thing. I care about you. You don't deserve that. I don't want bad things to happen to you. it cuts him to the quick every time. he thinks you're the best thing to happen to him, and even through your rough patches, he doesn't want to lose you, doesn't want you to be with anyone else. so you keep finding your way back to each other. you think it's over for good when you move away for college, until one day he shows up on your doorstep. he tried to live withuot you, he really did, but he can't. he tried to move on, he dated around and bounced from hookup to hookup but each time it only confirmed that he wants you. you got pregnant with your first child not long after, and had your second after you graduated. The girls have your attitude and their dad's smile, and you both love them more than you knew was possible. when you were pregnant with your first, you had a really serious conversation with Latrelle about how you wanted to prioritize being able to parent your kid together over anything else, especially after seeing how much damage having inconsistent or unharmonious parents can cause. You've seen it in your friends, in Latrelle, maybe even in yourself. Because of that you insist you shouldn't pursue a relationship with each other, you shouldn't take that risk when you've been so on and off in the past. Kids need consistency. Latrelle respects that, he respects every boundary you set, but that doesn't mean he's ever stopped loving you or is ever going to. He doesn't even have to say it, you can see it on his face all the time. Your daughters third birthday is when you finally crack, falling into his arms after he rescues you from your insane extended family and protects your daughter from overhearing your grandmother say some really unkind things about you. He’s such an amazing dad to your little girl, she looks up to him so much and he deserves every bit of it. You think you might be able to move on from your night together, you might be able to ignore the way his gaze lingers, the way everything down to his body language tells you he needs you, he desires you more than anything. When you find out you're pregnant again, it feels like the biggest most obvious sign you've ever gotten. You had been safe, you had been on birth control both times you got pregnant, and you realize you can't fight your feelings anymore. You told Latrelle you didn't want him to be with anyone else when you first got together, and he dropped everyone else he'd been talking to without a second thought. You told him kids need consistency, and he’s been consistent, showing up for everything, reading bedtime stories, picking her up from daycare, doing her hair and painting her nails and having tea parties. Your friends have been pushing you together since they met him, telling you if he wanted to he would, and Latrelle does. All of this culminates into you texting him to come over, that you need to talk. Once your daughter is in bed and asleep, you have one of the most important conversations of both your lives. You tell him there are three things you need to tell him: your sink is leaking again, you're pregnant again, and you think you're in love with him again. By morning, your sink is fixed, and your daughter is over the moon to find out that she's getting a sister and both parents permanently under one roof for Christmas.

[the-lovely-cambion]

My WnW Ocs interacting with Other WnW Ocs Part 2

The Ocs used in this post are from @an-indecisive-mess

Bernadette:

With Demitra - They would talk to each like they’e related to one another because of their pasts being similar and Dee can help Bernadette cope with her past trauma. And also Bernadette getting envious at Dee because she was born in the land of the living.

With Krys - Just them being book-loving buddies because both of them love the adventure genre. Plus I could see them just exploring the wonders of the living world and show their findings to each other

With Darnell - Tries her hardest in getting to know Darnell, but usually fails because of Darnell’s introverted personality. But they do interact from time to time.

With Latrell - Would possibly get side-eyed by Latrell because he’s hates angels (especially since she’s a guardian angel), but tries to be nice around Bernadette even though he’s suspicious of her. Additionally, he’s mostly likely to get startled and slap Bernadette when she makes bird noises (or heck, maybe just looking similar to a bird in general)

Claudine

With Demitra -They’ll probably get themselves coffee and chat about their experiences as guidance counselor and their personal lives.

With Krys - I can see Krys doing braids on Claudine’s hair because, in Krys’ words, her hair is just that precious. And of course, Claudine wouldn’t mind because Krys does a good job with braiding her hair.

With Darnell - I can see them being fashion buddies because they love fashion and help each other out in makeup and outfits. They’d also get along since Darnell is also into R&B and both of them are great at keeping secrets.

With Latrell - Still the same with Bernadette (minus the slapping), but he mostly tolerates her and actually does the fashion advice that Claudine gives him (because Latrell is into fashion, though his style is more classy) .

All that’s all for this post.

[officiallylow]

[mclatrell]

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[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine being best friends with Lamar Latrell.

You weren’t a part of a sorority, deciding to focus on your studies rather than the usual ‘student’ life. Partying wasn’t normally your thing … unless you were with Lamar. He was the only one who made it fun, who made it worth it, with his quips and his positive attitude. He had managed to get into a sorority, a newly established one inside of the college, one that had shocked everyone because it was full of the ‘nerds’. You loved that for them. If they wanted to have their own frat house, they deserved it. Of course you were invited to their first party, and of course you showed up, sticking to Lamar’s side. He was wearing a silly balloon hat, and you had one that looked a bit like a halo, hovering above your head, attached to the back of your shirt. “Thanks for inviting me,” You grinned, dancing alongside of him, making a fool of yourself after a couple of drinks that you helped yourself to. “Of course!” He said, his smile wide. “It wouldn’t be a party without you here!”

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[eternal--returned]

Latrell Sprewell of the New York Knicks soars for a dunk (c. 2002)

[strawberry-void]

Ok yall I'm bad at writhing but I'm starving for something for latrelle from on my block and nobody is serving 🙃

So imma write my imagines down if yall like them yall can give me ideas cause my man need some love and a happy ending 🤧

[mariana-mar]

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