#my oc: anita

[laaskrin]

*crawling out of art block to hand you this Spidersona redesign*

[ipadnotesdotcom]

dream sequence. ipad notes app.

[ink--theory]

unable to go back to sleep with this cough *throws you some agent 32*

[spookberry]

magical embodiment of sapphic homoerotic friendships gives you magical girl powers, what do you do?

[spiritsong]

fen'harel | veiltober prompt day 21

my god is dark and like a web: a hundred roots silently drinking.

[kare-valgon]

Animation commission for @modmonsterra

Animation of Mod's Lackadaisy oc Anita, thank you so much for your support!

[pretzlforpresident]

My beasts

[rivaldi22]

Anita-5 for Luné

A Warlock who exudes confidence and grace :3

Thank you for the commission!

[tales-of-moonlight-city-blog]

"Sweet dreams, handsome~"

Been a while since I drew her, and honestly I finally got her look down haha!

[aurriearts]

happy birthday @dorkousloris !!!!! sura is menacing neets w/ juno

[doctorsiren]

Revenge attack on @princess-spud !

[rhythmroute]

hello and welcome back to even more ocposting lol

[anita-lagoon]

𝐶𝑢𝑡𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑝𝑙𝑒.

As I promised, I am telling Anita's story.

Anita lives in an alternative world of magic - the kingdom of Rozes. She belongs to the royal family. She assumed the responsibility of queen at the age of 150 and is now 286.

As the species she belongs to, she is not human, but a rose demon.

She met Toffee in Mewni.

Some of the Rozes live another life, so no one from Mewni and the other kingdoms knows about the Rozes dimension. Therefore, Anita decided to see Mewni and those who live there with her own eyes, and not only from the words of her compatriots, stories and books.

Anita knew how Toffee hates magic and everyone associated with it, and therefore kept silent about her true origin.

Anita spent about three years in Mewni, but even though her kingdom seems independent, it still needs to be taken care of. When Anita had to return home, she only told Toffee that she needed to go home and that they would definitely see each other again.

Toffee began to have feelings for her that were more than just friendship, so he followed her and then Anita told him the whole truth.

As for Rozes, it can be called an ideal world. Rozes has no currency and those who work here work for the benefit of their home.

"𝕀 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕞 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤."

[ink--theory]

coming back home after going through unimaginable hell the squeakuel

[spookberry]

Color Guardians <3

[upontherisers]

a/n: taking a mota break to come back to what brought me here in the first place. google docs told me i started writing this in april 2022. holy shit. en ee way here are my babies babying.

They spent their summers together.

South Bend summers were warm, sunny, full of things to do. The kids terrorized the town while their parents worked and left the eldest children to babysit. They swam, raced, rode bikes, climbed trees, unsuccessfully snuck into the pictures on Jacob Street, and generally did whatever they could to get away from the probing gazes of their older siblings. It was freedom. 

They were attached at the hip from the moment they met. Being the youngest in her family and the third youngest in his, they were assigned the roles of ‘the watched’ rather than ‘the watchers,’ meaning that in those early years, they’d spend their days at her grandmother’s house, chasing the cats and digging holes in the backyard for no reason in particular. As soon as they got old enough to know left from right, they were out of there, slipping away until they were called in for dinner.

By the time they were ten or eleven, they had to start helping out. His two younger brothers had a few more years of running around in them, but Anita and Alex were making money where they could. They’d sweep outside of stores, collect bottles, and make deliveries, taking whatever work and whatever shifts they could find, as long as they were together. They never accepted a job that required one without the other, because they didn’t see the point in that. Whatever they did, they’d do together.

Despite having eighteen siblings between the two of them, they found themselves alone together more often than not. They preferred it that way. Sure, they’d join a streetball game or go out with their families for a picnic if they were asked, but if it was up to them, it'd only be them until they were sick of each other, and they hardly ever were. 

“Anita and Alex” and “Alex and Anita”, always two and never one. Their names a single word.

They weren’t much alike in personality. Anita was outgoing with a loud laugh, friendly, a talker. The youngest of seven girls, constantly spoken over in her house, but she had a lot to say. She had ideas and opinions on how she thought the world should work, how everything would be better if ‘everybody just got along’, and he was her quiet sounding board. He didn’t have much to say, much more a doer than a thinker, but that worked between them.

“I talk so much because he doesn’t say nothin’,” she’d joke. “I gotta say everything for him.”

In their private time, they didn’t speak much. They didn’t have to. After years of getting up to mischief at Granny Matthews' house, they learned to communicate without sound at all. The occasional hand gesture, a raised eyebrow, maybe a scoff, and that’s all they needed. 

The last time they saw each other, they were thirteen. They hadn’t known it’d be their last summer together, and they spent it side-by-side like any other. Alex was hitting a growth spurt and Anita’s body was changing, and teenage hormones certainly played a part in more than a few awkward laughs and silences that summer. But it was good, it was still good. It would always be good if they were together.

They seemed to understand that the summers were all they had together, so they had to make them count. They’d talk about whatever they could think of, share every meal and every bike ride. They’d take everything the other person missed out on in the nine months they were apart and try to fill them in as best they could.

It didn’t have to be as fun as it was, or as easy.

Black Tuesday had changed both their lives for the worse. Alex’s mom died the next year, leaving his eldest sister to start playing mother to twelve siblings. Anita’s three oldest sisters had to drop out of school and start working. The trip from Harvey to South Bend was the most expensive thing her family did all year, saving all of their money to hop on a bus to her grandmother’s house and take advantage of the now-studentless college town.

They could’ve been migrant workers or manual laborers or stuck on some assembly line in Gary, but they and their parents and siblings worked for this. They worked to give themselves something to enjoy.

Their favorite place to be was by the water. The St. Joseph River ran through South Bend, and it was always good for a swim or just for wading. Anita would make sandwiches and Alex would talk Mr. Kowalsky at the grocery store out of some apples, and they’d bike up to Pinhook to eat on the riverbanks where the grass matched the color of Alex’s eyes. 

It was easier out there, with only the occasional person walking by every half hour or so. They were uninterrupted, in a world of their own, paradise, really. 

He was listening to her talk about her end of summer plans, something about joining a NYA program after school, and he was content to watch, laying back on the soft earth with his hands behind his head.

She shined in the sun, yellow rays outlining her hair with a halo like all of those saints he saw at church on Sundays. The light turned her dark skin gold, like good wheat, and she was pretty, wasn’t she? With her black eyelashes that curled and her wide nose and lips the color of ripe plums.

Her eyes met his and she said something, but he was happy to just look at her.

She nudged him with her leg, knocking him out of his daze.

“I said,” she drawled on the vowel, “I think I’m gonna go dancin’ when I get back home. The dance hall’s right down the street and Betty goes with all her friends on Fridays. Whaduya think?”

He’d like to take her dancing, he thought, at the carnival next month. He’d put a flower in her hair and whirl her around in the new cotton dress she kept talking about but wouldn’t let him see. She’d be the most beautiful girl in the room. Anita cleared her throat and he saw her staring at him with eyebrows raised, expecting a response.

“Sounds great,” he stammered out, unsure of why his heart was in his throat. 

She giggled and nudged him again, curling into his side as she laid down next to him. “You’re not even listening to me.”

“I am,” he protested, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “I am.”

That summer came and went and no others started again. Her mom switched jobs, Ruth and Alice both graduated and found work, and they didn’t need to leave Harvey for seasonal jobs any more. Anita missed Alex fiercely, she missed him everyday, but she had to focus on other things. She went to school, worked jobs in the summers, graduated, and joined up as soon as she could.

The paratroopers were looking for women, and they got paid an extra $50 every month to boot.

When she got off the bus at Toccoa, the hot Georgia sun indicating they were surely in hell, the last thing she’d expected was a voice shouting for her.

“Anita? Anita!”

A man was calling her name, and her first name at that, not ‘Private’ or ‘Matthews.’ Anita.

The scene was disorienting, with people barking orders and bags being hurled across her field of vision, but she looked around, trying to find the source of the voice. Everything was washed-out tan and Army green: the barracks, the uniforms, the men after weeks in the sun, and she turned in a circle, still hearing her name but unsure of where it was coming from. She caught a flash of color between girls passing in front of her, and she followed it, meeting river eddy green-gray eyes that sent her back five years and a few hundred miles.

He looked different, taller and broader than the last time she’d seen him, but he was unmistakable. She’d know those eyes anywhere, and those dark brown curls were fighting to be seen even in his short Army haircut. Alex Penkala was right there, staring at her from twenty yards away.

She dropped her bag and launched into a dead sprint before she could stop herself, paying no mind to Lt. O’Shaughnessy barking her name from the steadily forming column of women by the bus. 

In her haste, she knocked into someone, but she kept going, she kept pushing until she was in those arms, shrieking with laughter as Alex picked her up and spun her around. Suddenly, she was thirteen again, and they were dancing at the end-of-summer carnival the South Bend Town Hall put on every year. Except this time, she wasn’t leaving the next day. 

“What are you doing here?” she asked as he set her down, trying to ignore Lt. O’s bellowing getting louder and louder behind her.

“What am I doing here? What are you doing here?” he asked, and she was looking up at him for the first time in their entire lives.

She shrugged and gestured around. “I joined the Army.” 

“I can see that… wait, are you with the girls joining Easy?”

“Easy Company? Yeah!” she exclaimed, reaching to pull her papers out of her bag and cringing when she remembered she dropped it. “I’d show you my papers, but I don’t—”

“Private Matthews!!!” 

“Private Penkala.”

Their lieutenants found them at the same time and they both snapped to attention, meeting each other’s eyes and slipping back into the unspoken language they’d had for so many years. They were both in a heap of trouble, and neither of them could find it in their hearts to care.