#oc info: luca

[zr-art-world]

Yuu into dump

Yu is based on both Mickey and the Blot due to the relation of the Epic Mickey game to the “Into the looking glass” animated short. Also, for those who did not play the game, the blot was accidently created by Mickey and was meant to look like him but Mickey had 0 idea how to use the magic paint brush. 

Also, in terms of the Epic Mickey games and Twisted wonderland, there are a lot of parallels. Obviously their is the blot but there is also the fact that the Blot Phantoms have bottle heads and in the game, the blot was trapped in a giant bottle and phantom blots suck the magic from the host, similar to how the Blot in Epic Mickey sucks the magic from waste land.

Also, the blot creature that attack Yuu, Grim, and Silver looks like concept art of phantom blot

[idolkilling]

OC ASKS: Your OCs are in a room and suddenly lights are turned off. Who are they reaching for first? Will they reach to hold someone at all?

OOH THIS IS A CUTE ONE THANK YOU!! Answering for the characters on my Toyhou.se, but feel free to follow up with any specific characters you might remember from my past blogs if I didn’t mention them :D

In most cases the characters would just reach for whoever is closest to them rather than anyone specific (since I use them across various settings and their interactions change from AU to AU), under the pretense they’re familiar with their company. This is kinda long also, so I’m putting it under a read-more o7

OCs who are more likely to reach for someone than not:

Eve, using it as an excuse to grope the nearest well-built man (often Velo since they work together)

Rex, also using it as an excuse to grope the nearest cute and petite girl 🤦 I think he would get reached for by his FWB (later boyfriend), Kais, though

Dimitri, who’s equal parts protective over whoever is with him due to a strong sense of responsibility and wanting to make sure they don’t fuck anything in the room up; Minkyu comes to mind, though Xero is an exception since he trusts them to take care of themself and stay out of the way

Reis… but with malicious intent :((( He is absolutely using the blackout as an opening to infect someone near him with an otherworldly pathogen/parasite :(((

Tarou, with similar reasoning as Dimitri, but he’d also make sure to grab Reis so he does NOT give hapless people the Alien chestburster experience

Luca, mostly just being silly and dramatically pretending to be scared, though if it’s a more perilous scenario he’d reach for someone to ground himself, not wanting to be alone

Navid, not wanting to be separated from his friends

OCs who are less likely to reach for someone:

Kee, who doesn’t want to burden others so she’s more likely to just curl in on herself—though if it’s a dire situation and she thinks she can help keep the other party from harm, she might make an exception

Velo, since he usually does NOT gaf about the people around him—they can take care of themselves!—but he would make an exception for people/creatures that are so pathetic/defenseless he’d feel guilty about leaving them in the lurch (such as Haruki)

Junta, since I imagine this scenario with him would be a silly one more often than not; he wouldn’t be concerned about the blackout, though he might sneak up and scare his friends

Verrine is probably just turning the lights off herself to wish one of her sons (or “playthings”) goodnight… It’s hard to imagine her being caught off-guard; if the blackout is malicious she probably expects it and is either alone or with protection 🤔

Cherry would rather go for a weapon than grasp for a friend, though against his survival instinct he would feel more comforted holding onto someone (particularly Ram’s OC Harris, whom he has an unspoken crush on)

V. Aster (who people are probably more familiar with under the name “Vivie” aha) is another character who’s indifferent to the safety of those around them—reaching for someone or being clung to would just hinder their mobility; they can see in the dark and they’re going to be productive about it

OCs who don’t reach for anyone, but get reached for:

Xero can see in the dark (and beyond that is an otherworldly entity), so they wouldn’t be bothered even if the blackout is a precursor to danger; by default, their eyes glow like embers, so they’d be a visible beacon for nearby company to cling onto for protection (especially Minkyu…)

Ein is a renegade bioweapon with lowlight vision—he’d be kind of excited for danger to spring out and have a toussle! But otherwise he’s being reached for by a cautious Lavender (his mostly-human roommate who sometimes is sucked into his and Acheron’s nonsense)

Lillie would reach for a weapon and get reached for by her gooner roach of a NOT-boyfriend, Oswald (erectroswing’s OC), much to her chagrin cuz she KNOWS his ass is not scared and he’s just using it as an excuse to wrap around her and scream and squeal

Jet would just stand there in confusion (bro has the survival instinct of a middle-aged corporate worker who wants to kill himself, cuz he is LMAO), but Zeta would take the opportunity to grope grab him for fruity reasons

Anyway, thank you so much for sending this in—OC asks genuinely make my whole day ;w; <3 !!!

[kandibatz]

btw. one of those ocs i never post

[eyehandanonaccount]

low quality frog doodles

frog ocs : polka dot mushroom frog (polka), heart mushroom frog (heart), sapling frog (sap), sunflower frog (sunny), egg frog (name changed to yolk), and a new one, waffle frog (syrup)

stuff about the ocs i might forget are under the cut and just reminders for myself, feel free to ignore (idk if it counts as infodumping?? this is the most I’ve talked about my ocs i’ll just say it’s infodumping—) :

basic relationship dynamics are :

polka and heart (close siblings, one energetic, one caring),

sap and sunny (siblings, not as close as polka and heart, sap is shyer,?? a “smart child”, and more introverted, while sunny is more extroverted and playful.),

yolk and syrup (cousins, one serious, one chaotic),

polka and sap (emotional best friend who notices random things and less emotional/less empathetic best friend who is more logically smart),

polka and sunny (close friends, kind of like found siblings),

polka and yolk (polka thinks that they’re friends, and yolk respects polka, not really sure if they’re friends since it’s too shy to ask),

polka and syrup (kind of like a nephew and cool uncle/aunt dynamic),

heart and yolk (friends, heart enjoys time with yolk even if it doesn’t talk much),

heart and syrup (friends, heart is also sometimes responsible for syrup since he’s polka),

sap and heart (also like siblings),

sap and yolk (friends, a bit closer than polka and yolk),

sap and syrup (less emotional kid that syrup has decided to “adopt” and become the cool parent of),

sunny and heart (best/close friends, enjoy gardening together),

sunny and yolk (close friends, sunny enjoys being playful with it, while yolk doesn’t know how to respond),

sunny and syrup (friends, enjoy being playful together, although sunny isn’t as adventurous as polka and syrup).

idk if i missed any relationships—

their heights are drawn wrong lmao—

polka : youngest, second shortest??

sap : second youngest, shortest

sunny : third youngest, third tallest????

heart : third oldest, third shortest…?

syrup : second oldest, tallest

yolk : oldest, second tallest???? (idk man)

— 🪬 anon

[rouecentric]

OC INTRODUCTION MOMENT?! — pic edited by me

NAME: Luca "Nadia" Abitillon.

AGE: 16

GENDER: Bigender.

PRONOUNS: She/he/they.

BIRTHDAY: October 6th. (libra)

HEIGHT: 6'1 (185.42 cm)

EYE COLOR: Seafoam green.

HAIR COLOR: Natural dark-ish pale brown with inner layer being dyed platinum yellow.

HOMELAND: Queendom of Roses.

FAMILY: Father, mother, younger brother, younger sister.

———————————————————🧷

APPEARANCE: Luca is usually described to have a slim, but somewhat well built figure, having light eyebags that is rather rare to see Pomefiore students have. Their hair reaches the end of their chest, styled to be a wolfcut. But the considerably most unique part of his appearance is his piercing on his lip on the left side.

Luca is considered mature and caring towards anyone he's close with, but behind closed doors he's self depracating and rather hateful, holding a lot of grudges he doesn't talk about openly, prefering to keep it to himself.

PERSONALITY: Luca is more on the quiter side, but can be loud and eccentric on certain occasions, he's also rather socially awkward due to practically isolating himself. He doesn't stand out much from the crowd if you don't pay enough attention closely, which is what he wants.

Not long after they not only have a meltdown, but also after his attempt to off himself, they move into the city for a change, which causes them to feel isolated from everyone they know even more, which is why they always keep their distance and draw a (metaphorical) line whenever someone is trying to befriend them, because he himself doesn't know how to make friends and is afraid of somehow messing up.

BACKGROUND: Luca lives close to the city, but far enough to be considered a bumpkin, growing up in a small town near quaint meadows, because of that, Luca is accustomed to handiwork and working in the fields, usually taking care of any crops there are. Of course, Luca isn't that gullible or naive, as he is almost always on the internet or playing the guitar or flute in his free time as a way to escape his issues back at home(emotionally abusive mom) and plummeting mental health, which caused him to have a meltdown at his school.

DORM: Pomefiore.

CLASS: Class B (no. 9)

SCHOOL YEAR/GRADE: First, freshman.

OCCUPATION: Student, musician.

CLUB: Light music club — Luca had always liked music and taught himself how to play various instruments he had laying around in his house, such as a flute and his signature item, an acoustic guitar.

BEST SUBJECT: Astrology — ever since their childhood, Luca had always enjoyed looking at the night sky during summer, admiring the stars and occasional shooting star passing by.

HOBBIES: stargazing, playing the guitar, knitting — Luca uses music and playing instruments as a way to cope and express his emotions. And with crocheting, he learnt it while he was a child, wanting to learn how to make scarves for his younger siblings, his mother taught him how to knit.

PET PEEVES: Hard to read and coniving people — although Luca is also considered hard to read because of his almost always stoic face and personality, he hates it when others do the same, because he has a hard time distuingishing people's intentions and if they're using him or not.

FAVORITE FOOD: Goulash — whenever Luca starts to feel homesick or under the weather, he always goes ahead and makes the comfort food, it doesn't really matter to them if they have to sneak out to ramshackle with groceries to do it.

LEAST FAVORITE FOOD: Soupe à l’oignon — Luca has a personal vendetta against onions and anything that has onions in it, which mainly just includes the onion soup.

[nach0]

It's not paranoia if they're really out to get you.

Lucas, who generally had someone out to get them at any given time, was very familiar with this phrase.

Maybe they should have thought about the followup more often.

If they're not out to get you, don't draw their attention like an idiot!

They cursed as they glanced over their shoulder and prayed to every god they'd met that the MTF wouldn't catch up to them.

[rxmye]

" 𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 "

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐂𝐊 — a confident athlete who turns into pathetic putty at the thought of you . . .

nsfw / sixteen + content / smut / gender neutral reader / yandere content / sub!yandere / masturbation / pervert yandere (he literally breaks into the locker room for your shit) / olfactophilia/osmolagnia (scent/smell kink) / dacryphilia (kink for crying) / breath play / yandere oc x reader

masterlist | requesting rules | character info . . . a/n: haven't wrote smut in awhile, so im a bit rusty . . .

Lucas dangled the keys in his hands, a grin playing on his face as he walked towards the locker room—using the key to unlock the door—it was pretty easy grabbing the keys from the janitor's room, not that this school was particularly secure with their locks. It would be pretty easy breaking in, if he tried hard enough . . 

Lucas scanned the area, looking through each locker trying to find which one was yours . . he had your lock combination memorized, though he did get a little help from a friend in order to figure it out.

His hands reached for the clothes that you had left in your locker, lifting it up to his face, eyes going half lidded as he inhaled your intoxicating scent, he felt his face growing warm and his body growing weak. Lucas leaned down onto the lockers for support, almost losing balance as he slid down onto the floor.

Lucas pressed the flimsy piece of clothing further onto his face, engulfing himself in your smell—so much so that he could almost taste you—all the while his other hand travelled downwards, clumsily unbuckling his pants in a hurry . . hasty movements contradicted his rational mind, not bothering to care if he'd get caught.

He slid his pants down, just enough to reveal his semi-hard cock—a soft whine escaped him at the feeling of the cold air—his free hand now teasing his tip, as he relaxed his body, closing his eyes shut . .—imagining how disgusted you'd be seeing him in this pitiful state— . . that really turned him on, he cussed under his breath at how pitiful and pathetic his thoughts were . .

Lucas wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, slowly moving his hand up and down—his vision growing hazy—as he let out breathy sighs of pleasure—whines growing louder when he moved his hand faster.

Lucas stuffed the clothing he took, and pushed it into his mouth—drool escaped the corners of his mouth—blocking his ability make a sound, as he moved his hand faster around his cock—little tear droplets stinging his eyes, as he felt his legs shake slightly at the sheer pleasure—he used his now free hand to pinch his nose, closing his only source of air . . .

All he could taste was you, the clothing taking away all the moisture in his mouth, as tears begin to escape his eyes, saliva escaping the corners of his mouth, dripping onto his clothing—his legs began to convulse—his back arching slightly, as he finally came, all over the floor . . .

Lucas spat out the fabric, "fuck", the bell rang . . How is he gonna clean up this mess fast enough? . .

@ rxmye , do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work/theme without prior permission and or confirmation.

[fluentmoviequoter]

My Fighter

Requested Here!

Pairing: Jim Street x fem!SWAT!reader

Summary: When a serial killer you arrested breaks out of prison, you and your team are tasked with finding him. You lie to the team and meet with the killer, but Street rushes to help you and reminds you why he can't lose you.

Warnings: canon-typical violence and action (OC serial killer, depiction of murder scenes, mentions of blood and murder, threats), angst, fluff and comfort at the end. there are a few references from various episodes but no spoilers!

Word Count: 3.9k+ words

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“Street, hands to yourself, please. This is a workplace and I’m trying to make sure this raid goes well,” Hicks says.

Street ignores Hicks’ request, as well as Hicks’ obvious exasperation as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Street,” you whisper, shrugging one shoulder up.

“Fine,” he grumbles, removing his hands from your sides.

“Thank you,” Hicks sighs. “Now, you’ve got blueprints and Hondo’s breach plan is good. Deac, let’s not have another Schupatz situation, okay? Everyone stay where you’re supposed to be.”

“I’m still shocked you remembered him,” Luca comments.

“Everyone remembers big arrests,” Hondo argues. “And Deac’s just a good friend.”

“It’s true,” Deacon agrees. “First arrests are typically memorable.”

“Someone say something about memorable first arrests?” Rocker interjects from the doorway. “Mine was a drug maker. Not a seller or user, manufacturer.”

“Don’t get too cocky,” Hondo calls. “Our girl over here took down a serial killer for hers.”

“I got lucky,” you say softly.

“How so?” Rocker inquires.

“He killed one of my friends. Tried to cover his tracks, but I knew her well enough to spot every little inconsistency.”

Rocker nods before his team calls for him. As he walks away, Hicks goes over the details of your current case once more. Street’s hand returns to your back as a silent comfort after talking about one of the toughest cases you’ve ever worked on. Hicks doesn’t mention it this time but gives you an encouraging nod as you walk out of the situation room.

Hondo’s phone rings as you climb back into Black Betty after a successful raid. He furrows his brows and mumbles, “Someone’s more overbearing than usual,” before he answers the call on speaker.

“Commander,” Hondo greets.

“Back to the station. Now,” Hicks demands.

“Yes, sir. But the raid was good, so we’ve got another-“

“There was a breakout at the state prison,” Hicks interrupts. “We need 20-David on this.”

“We’re on it,” Tan agrees.

“Are you all here?” Hicks asks.

“Yes, sir,” your squad says together.

Hicks sighs, and you can picture him rubbing his jaw before he says, “Noah Oliguria broke out.”

Your eyes widen at the mention of his name, and you turn toward Hondo to make sure you heard Hicks correctly. Street moves to your side, and you know that you did. Your first arrest, the man who killed your friend, a serial killer who was supposed to be off the streets until he took his last unworthy breath, is now running free in Los Angeles.

“Where’d he go?” you ask quietly.

“He stole a van,” Hicks says, “we’ve been tracking it on traffic cams, but we need S.W.A.T. ready to roll the moment we have an opening.”

“He’s going to kill again.”

“We don’t know that.”

“I do. When I put the cuffs on him, he promised that someday he would kill again. He’s not out for tacos, Commander, he broke free to get back to what he knows.”

“It’s okay,” Street says softly.

He lays an arm over your shoulders, and you lean against him as Hicks tells Hondo more about what they know. You don’t care about how Noah broke out; you want to ensure he gets put back in. With Street beside you, your anger begins melting into fear. The last time Noah was on the streets of Los Angeles, a lot of people died, including someone you cared about deeply. That won’t happen again – it can’t, not while you can stop him.

“We’ll get him,” Hondo promises as he ends the call. “And you’re not alone this time.”

Your leg bounces with bottled anxiety as you sit outside the situation room. Dressed in your gear, you are ready to go. The rest of your team is inside with Hicks, but they decided it would be best if you didn’t have to relive the initial case against Noah. You remember it too well, anyway.

“Hey,” Street says as he lowers to sit beside you.

His hand lands on your knee, and you slow your breathing and movement at his touch.

“Hondo thinks we may have a lead. If you want to sit this one out, though, no one will blame you,” Street explains.

“I can’t sit here and do nothing, Jim.”

“I get it,” Street promises, nodding.

“You’re not helping,” you mumble as you look at him.

Street’s hand moves from your knee to the side of your thigh as you move. He furrows his brows at your comment, and you offer a small smile.

“You’re being really serious.”

“Oh, right,” Street agrees playfully. “Would you prefer a joke or just a generic sarcastic comment?”

You tap your chin as you think, but as your worry disappears (one of Street’s superpowers, you think), Hicks yells for 20 Squad to get ready to roll. Street’s hand slips into yours as you rush to Black Betty, and you can only hope to beat Noah Oliguria this time.

“Don’t,” Hondo demands as you step to his side. He extends an arm across your chest and shakes his head. “You don’t want to go in there.”

You turn away from him and press your fists harshly into your sides. Too late again. Last time you found one of Noah’s victims, it was your friend, and she had endured a bitter end until she couldn’t anymore. Despite your determination to stop him again, Hondo is right; you’ve seen enough of Noah’s work to know you don’t want to see anymore.

“He’s not going to stop, Deacon,” you say as he exits the building. “We don’t have time to go back to H.Q. and wait for a lead.”

“We don’t have to,” Street calls. “He left us one.”

You and Deacon rush toward Street, who lifts a blood-covered motel keycard. Noah’s, you assume. It’s not much, but it’s something. As you sit beside Street while Luca drives to the motel, you can feel your heart and stomach flipping with anxiety and memories you’d rather forget.

Street takes your hand and squeezes three times. Part of you wants to climb into his arms and never come out, but the other argues that you have a duty to the men and women that Noah has already killed and those he plans to. No one on your team would force you to sit this case out, but if Noah gets close to anyone you love, you won’t have a choice.

“Hondo,” you say. “Can I make entry?”

He nods slowly before agreeing. Noah has tried to taunt you from behind bars before, but if you see him face-to-face, you’ll let him know he will never get under your skin. You’re not scared of Noah Oliguria, but the idea of losing someone else to him terrifies you.

After you exit Black Betty, you run silently toward the room listed on the key. There’s an overturned housekeeping cart beside the door, and you nudge it out of the way. A blood-soaked towel falls from the laundry bin, and you don’t hesitate to kick the door open.

Street enters behind you, but your sudden stop causes him to grab your hips as he tries to stay upright. The scene on the bed holds your attention, though. Noah never seemed to have a type about who he killed. He simply liked the act, the blood between his fingers, a pulse fading under his touch as the life faded from his victim’s eyes. That’s why this scene is so wrong.

“It was too fast,” you murmur.

“Motives change,” Hondo points out. “He’s been locked up, maybe he- maybe he’s making up for lost time.”

“No, the first one was right.” You look around quickly before you decide, “He heard us coming. We just missed him.”

“That tracks,” Luca agrees. “M.E. said the first body had only been there about ten minutes. We’re not far behind him.”

“Far enough,” you snap. “We cannot let him kill again.”

Hondo looks at Street, who nods before grabbing your shoulders. He steers you out of the room with a loving but firm grip, and you let him lift you into Black Betty as you remember what Noah did on the other side of the motel wall.

“He’s going to keep killing,” you whisper.

You hold Street’s wrists as he kneels before you. He nods but doesn’t look away from you as the coroner and a detective arrive.

“You know it takes time. What he did to your friend, to you, was awful. Getting over that is impossible, but we can’t rush this,” he says.

“I know that. But… it feels like it’s my fault. I caught him once; why can’t I do it again?”

“It took you months.”

You shake your head and prepare to argue, but Street leans closer as his hands move to either side of your neck, his thumbs brushing over your jaw.

“Honey,” he murmurs. “It took you time, then, too. Be patient with yourself, okay? Those women, their blood isn’t on your hands, and you’re going to go crazy pushing yourself like this.”

“We’ll catch him eventually, right?”

“We always do.”

Street moves up to kiss your forehead before he sits beside you. The team joins you in Black Betty a moment later with another clue to chase. It feels like a breadcrumb trail, but you will always be too far behind, too slow to catch the man leaving the trail. Street keeps his hand in yours as Luca exits the motel parking lot and you gladly accept the comfort.

Your phone rings as Hondo explains the clue they found: a receipt for dry-cleaning to be picked up down the road in just under an hour. It’s an unknown number, but Hondo permits you to answer it anyway. With your helmet still on, you answer it and immediately switch it to speaker. You don’t speak before someone says your name.

“Heard you’re with S.W.A.T. now. Guess that puts a new meaning on the term ‘chasing’ me, huh?”

You recognize his voice immediately and try to end the call. Street grabs your hand gently and shakes his head, and Hondo motions for you to keep him talking.

“Noah,” you force out. “What do you want?”

“Ten years ago, you arrested me because I made some mistakes. That’s what you said at the trial. I didn’t make mistakes. Your friend was a fighter, and she wrecked her apartment. Someone leaving clues isn’t a mistake. Speaking of your friend… how’s her family?”

“What do you want?” you repeat slowly.

“To catch up. 12th and Maple, tonight at 8. Just you and me.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because if you don’t, I’ll kill someone else. Actually, I have a better idea… for every half hour that you don’t show, I will kill another woman in L.A. How’s that for reason to come?”

“Pretty good,” you agree. “12th and Maple?”

“Right. See you tonight. Maybe wear one of those outfits that your friend liked so much.”

The line beeps as he ends the call, and you drop your phone into your lap. 

“You’re not going,” Jim says.

“Yes, I am,” you argue.

“No, you’re not. We’re not letting you go off alone to meet an escaped serial killer!” Hondo adds.

“And I’m not letting him kill more women!”

“He’s going to kill anyway,” Jim says. “And he may try to kill you. Please, just trust us and don’t go meet him alone.”

“We’ll ask Hicks about setting something up,” Deacon offers. “Maybe no one else has to die.”

“Okay,” you agree. “But… I think I need some time. Can I take a little while this afternoon?”

“Of course,” Hondo answers. “As much time as you need.”

“I’ll take you home,” Street offers.

“Thank you, but I- I need to be alone right now.”

Street nods, and you lean back for the remainder of the ride to H.Q. You’re lying, but think Jim believes you. Deacon’s right, no one else is going to die at the hands of Noah Oliguria, and you’re going to make sure of that.

“East Ducasse Alley off 12th and Crocker,” you say to yourself as you drive through the garment district for your 8 o’clock meeting. 

You changed the meeting place to ensure your team couldn’t arrest Noah before you got answers. They think you’re at home right now, and the meet has been called off, but as you exit your car and walk into the alley, you wish you’d told them the truth.

“Jim Street,” Street says as he answers the phone. His attention is on the screen before him until the person on the other end of the line speaks.

“So, I’ve heard. You’ve got good taste in women, picked a fighter… I guess we’ll see if she’s strong enough to fight someone like me, huh?” Noah Oliguria taunts.

The call ends immediately after Noah finishes. Street pulls his phone away from his ear and stares at the screen. He hasn’t heard from you since you let him know you got home, and either Noah thinks the meet is still happening, or you lied.

He opens his tracker app that lets him see where your phone is. Because of your job and its risks, you agreed to let your entire team see your location, though you can turn it off whenever you want. Lucky for Jim, you never remember the ghost mode capability. He sees the small dot with your initials on it at the end of an alley in the fashion district and abandons what he was working on.

“Hondo!” he yells as he exits the situation room. “She went to meet Noah! They changed the location.”

“How do you know?” Hondo inquires.

“He called me. Said we’d found out how much of a fighter she really is.”

“20 Squad!” Hondo calls. “We’re rolling!”

Tan raises his arms in question, but when Luca sees the concern on Street’s face, he yells for everyone to get to Black Betty. Time is limited, but you are family, so they’ll risk everything to get to you.

Noah slides his phone into his pocket as you near him. You stop with several yards between you and cross your arms over your chest in the dirty alley.

“I’m here,” you say. “What now?”

“You remind me a lot of her,” Noah replies. “When she opened the door of her apartment, I knew she’d be special. Even after she got me caught, she stayed special. You know why?”

“I’m not here for a trip down memory lane,” you snap.

“She was special because she led me to you. I watched you move around her place so easily, and I couldn’t help but wonder what it would have been like if you’d walked in instead of her.”

“If you just brought me here to tell me that you want to kill me, I’m calling my backup to take you back to the cell you came from.”

“What backup? Your boyfriend Street was still at the station when I called. We’re alone, and we’ve got plenty of time for that trip down memory lane. I had to finish early because of your team once today, and I won’t let it happen again.”

Noah rushes toward you, and you bend your knees slightly to catch his shoulders before impact. He flips onto the ground and pulls you with him. As you fight for the upper hand, you see a knife, a gun, and something else under his shirt. He came prepared to kill you and to make it hurt. 

“You made another mistake,” you taunt as you kick him off of you. “I was never going to come alone.”

“Luca, a little faster!” Street yells.

“I’m going, Streeter,” Luca replies calmly. “We’ll get there.”

“We haven’t been ahead of him since the moment he walked out of that prison.”

“Street, you have to keep it together for her,” Deacon says. “If you go in there like this, you won’t be able to help anyone.”

“She thinks their blood is on their hands,” Street responds. “But if anything happens to her, it’s all on me. I let her go.”

“We all did,” Hondo adds. “But we’re in a position to help her before anything can happen. So, let’s keep it tight, stay liquid, and fight for our own.”

“30 seconds!” Luca alerts the team as he nears your location.

“Okay,” Street agrees. “Let’s do this.”

Noah’s knife falls from his waistband as he pulls you across the asphalt. You try to hide your yell of pain and use his own momentum to knock him over your head. Turning quickly onto your stomach, you begin to push yourself up before Noah moves the barrel of his gun into your face. You stop immediately, frozen on your hands and knees.

“I was right,” he says past a bloodied lip. “You’re putting up a better fight than her.”

“Then let’s keep going,” you reply.

“I don’t think so. Not here.”

Noah takes one hand from the gun and pulls a pair of handcuffs and a rope from his pocket. That’s what you couldn’t place earlier: the handcuffs. They look like they already have blood on them, and you wonder if it’s his or someone else’s. While he’s distracted and moving, you raise your hands and push his arms away from you. The gun falls to the ground, and you shove Noah backward and against the wall behind him.

He grunts before laughing, and you clench your jaw when you realize he closed one end of the handcuffs around your left wrist.

“I’m a fighter too,” he says lowly.

“You’re a coward with a gun,” you accuse.

“Don’t.”

“Or what?”

He kicks your shin, and your legs slide out from under you as you fall to the ground. With his knife retrieved from the ground, Noah steps back to look at you. Your gun is digging into your back, and you take the opportunity to tug against the handcuff. He’s standing on the other end, and as one hand moves beside Noah, you pull your gun from its holster. 

Noah steps back to your side and poises the knife above your chest. He raises it, prepared to plunge the blade between your ribs and debilitate you before he treats your death like a toy for his enjoyment until you break, and he has to replace you with another victim.

“Remember when I said you’d never kill me?” you ask. “I meant it.”

Noah’s face hardens as he tightens his grip on the knife. He raises it a touch higher, and just as he prepares to swing down, his eyes widen as a shot echoes in the empty alley. Noah drops the knife, and you ignore it as it lands on your stomach. His hand falls to the wound in his abdomen before he falls back. You tip your head back against the road and take a deep breath. Someone yells your name, and you sit up quickly with your gun still grasped tightly between your hands. The knife clatters as it falls from your movement, and you lower your weapon when you see Street running toward you. Hondo has his hand to his ear, likely calling for backup and an ambulance for Noah, who is still conscious and groaning in pain.

Street takes your gun and knocks the knife away from your side. He raises his gloved hands to your face and tilts your head gently as he searches your skin for any sign of injury. You hook your fingers over his wrists as you lean toward him.

“Jim,” you breathe out. “You came.”

He nods and you appreciate the silent promise that he will always come. Before you can think to ask, he retrieves a key from his pocket and removes the bloody handcuff from your wrist. He flips your hand to ensure the blood isn’t yours before giving you room to stand.

You lower your hands to the concrete and push yourself up while Street hovers beside you as you stagger with each movement. An ambulance approaches the end of the alley, but you don’t look toward Noah. He screams as Deacon applies pressure to his wound, and you turn toward Street.

“Get her out of here,” Hondo calls. “Hicks said she’s good to give her statement in the morning.” He looks at you to ask, “You good?”

“Can’t complain,” you answer. “Thank you.”

“Of course. Just give us a heads-up next time, would you?”

“No, we won’t have a next time,” Street adds.

You nod as Street leads you to your car. He takes the keys from your pocket and helps you into the passenger seat before climbing behind the wheel. You each have a lot to say, but he stays quiet as he navigates through LA and drives toward your home. 

Once you’re inside, changed, and comfortable in Jim’s arms, you have the space to talk and fall apart. He has a firm arm around your waist as the other holds your head against his shoulder. Your arms are wrapped over his shoulders as you breathe against him. You’re in pain, but nothing could make you separate yourself from Jim in this moment.

“I’m sorry I went without telling you. I’m sorry for going at all after you asked me not to,” you apologize against Jim's shirt.

Jim’s hand moves from your head to your back as he rubs comforting strokes against your spine. His hand slips under your shirt at the bottom, and you lean further against him with the unhindered contact.

“I’m not mad at you,” he promises. “Noah called me.”

“He told me he called you and you were at the station, so you weren’t coming. What’d he say to you?” you ask as you pull back to see Jim’s face.

“Basically, that he was going to hurt you. He said he was going to make you fight and see how good you really are. I… I don’t want to lose you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, listen. I don’t want to lose you, and that’s why I asked you not to go. Not because I don’t trust you or I’m scared of Noah, anything like that. But he was after you and I can’t bear the thought of losing you. I love you.”

“I know. I love you, too,” you reply softly.

“Then could you maybe try to act like it every once in a while?”

Street smiles, and your lips quirk up to match. You lean forward and kiss him, smiling against his lips as his hand travels across your back to bring you closer.

“I’ll remember that from now on,” you promise as you pull back. “And try not to do anything that could take me from you. I love you. I love you so much, Jim.”

“You know that none of this was your fault, right?” Street asks as he moves his hand from your hip to your cheek.

“Thanks to you, I do. You got me through today.”

“Kind of what I’m here for.”

“I see you chose sarcastic comments without me.”

“Well, you never answered the question.”

You shake your head lovingly and return to your previous position against Street’s shoulder. You love him, and you know he loves you; the comfort, reminders of what you mean to him, and how he treats you leave no room for doubt. Lying to him and risking your life, putting him in a place where he could lose you, wasn’t worth it.

“Can you say it again?” you ask, trailing a hand up Street’s chest and to his jaw.

“Say what?”

“You called me honey earlier.”

Street turns his face against your hand and leans into your touch as he says, “I love you, honey, and I’m going to tell you with every breath I have left.”

You smile shyly at the new pet name but take the opportunity to tease, “Hicks will love that.”

“Doesn’t matter, because I love you.”

Street pulls you into another kiss, and though you know life will never be easy, loving Jim Street is.

[natsukishinomiyaswife]

𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮...

Hello, my name is Sheep! Thank you for stopping by my blog ♡

Please note: 18+ refers to my age, my blog and writing is for everyone to enjoy ♡ (SFW)

Disclaimer: I do not take requests unless stated otherwise, like for a follower event. I write for fun or when inspiration strikes, so I kindly ask that you do not send me writing requests! ♡ More info here!

𝓣𝓪𝓰 𝓛𝓲𝓼𝓽:

#♡.sheep says #♡.sheep answers #♡.sheep reblogs #♡.sheep writes #♡.sheep draws #♡.(insert fandom) oc #♡.(insert oc name) #♡.(insert character name) #♡.(insert fandom) #♡.(insert mutual)

Here are my favorite characters from the fandoms I'm apart of, and who you can expect to see on my blog! The characters in bold are my absolute favorites!

𝒰𝓉𝒶 𝓃𝑜 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒-𝒮𝒶𝓂𝒶

˜”°• Reiji Kotobuki ♡ Natsuki Shinomiya ♡ Masato Hijirikawa •°”˜

𝒯𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒲𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹

˜”°•.˜”°• Idia Shroud ♡ Trey Clover ♡ Che'nya •°”˜.•°”˜

𝓗𝔂𝓹𝓷𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓼 𝓜𝓲𝓬

˜”°• Hitoya Amaguni ♡ Rosho Tsutsujimori ♡ Doppo Kannonzaka •°”˜

𝓔𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼

˜”°• Madara Mikejima ♡ Tatsumi Kazehaya ♡ Nagisa Ran •°”˜

Other fandoms: Charisma House, Genshin Impact, Honkai Star Rail, Wuthering Waves

𝓢𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓼:

@sugarcookiesheep - An archive of my previous blog, featuring reposts of the stories I had written (under construction!) @luca-leurre - My Twst OC sideblog

𝓜𝓾𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓼:

A list of my mutuals can be found here!

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓼:

Twisted Wonderland Masterlist (for my x Reader works!)

Flower divider by @saradika-graphics ♡ Please do not copy or repost my work!

𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾! ♡

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if i incorporate an old friend’s oc into my oc’s backstory?

hi!! this is a more lighthearted AITA- i’m basically just gauging proper oc etiquette bc i have no clue if this would be rude.

i (18X) am a d&d player. have been for a long time! i started at 13, with a huge group of my friends. we didn’t get to play much bc there were so many of us, but it was a blast and i ended up loving my character, natphi (a classic tiefling bard) so much that she eventually became a standalone oc for me.

in-game, natphi entered the party alongside her friend, luca (a half-elf ranger), who was played by another one of my friends (18 or 19 X now, 13 at the time). we were baby gays, and natphi and luca had a really fun sort of will-they-or-won’t-they wlw best-friendship. it was a great dynamic, and we both loved drawing them together and discussing them and even rping how they first met over discord. it was a blast, and eventually natphi’s friendship with and pining over luca became an important part of her story and character to me.

however, by this point luca’s player and i were going to different schools and had dropped several friends in that group due to standard teen drama, so it was hard to keep in touch. we stopped talking a couple of years ago with no hard feelings- just a classic drifting apart over time.

natphi is still one of my most beloved ocs (we’ve been through a lot together) and i still daydream about her friendship and such with luca. it gets difficult when i want to draw her in any meaningful way, though. luca isn’t my character, and if i drew her and posted it i would absolutely link back to her creator’s instagram, but it feels really odd to make and post art of the oc of someone you don’t talk to anymore. i can’t go and ask them if they mind, because once again, we haven’t spoken in years.

i’ve been chewing on this dilemma for a bit, but an idea came to me as i started preparing to make natphi a character sheet for a oneshot i’m doing soon: i could make natphi’s relationship with luca a part of her backstory and come up with some tragic separation of them. it would work great with natphi’s current backstory and deepen her character motivations, so there’s no problems there. however, i still feel really iffy using a now-stranger’s character with mine, even if i were to only refer to luca as more of a vague ghost than a full character. part of me feels like i’m “copying” her and just changing bits and pieces so she doesn’t look exactly the same. technically, nobody would actually be able to tell unless i told them, but i’d still feel like an ass for doing it if it’s “cheating,” for lack of a better word. however, i also know i���m a chronic overthinker, so i’m asking all of you instead: would i be TA for this??? i genuinely have no idea. thanks in advance for the input! ^^

What are these acronyms?

[candyh0rns]

MEET THE ARTIST

So hi there folks! I decided to put some information about myself here!

"PERSONAL" INFO

• I go by name Mozzy/Candy Horns

• I'm 17yo my birthday is on 11 August

• You can use any pronouns, I don't really

care about that ;0

(I just don't feel comfy to reveal my gender online so I think they/them will be the best choice for me)

• I live in Poland

• I speak in english/polish (mi jaja)

• I LOVE CARTOONS 🫡🦅🦅🦅

LINKS ↓ 💛💛💛

📷 Instagram

🎧 Spotify (playlists)

💐 Pinterest

Q&A

• REPOSTS - I really do not like that, unless you credit/tag me in repost then go ahead💖

• ART COMMISSIONS - I'm not into any commissions for now, but it's not crossed out for future ;D

• ART TRADES - Oh sure! If I find some time I would love to trade!

• ART REQUESTS - For now, nah :p

• ART COLLABS - Yea sure! But not always I have time for that 🥹

• Had any more questions? Feel free to ask!

FANDOMS

★ Sooo there is my whole list ↓

(idk if I remembered everything lol)

• Welcome home puppet show

• Adventure Time

• Steven Universe

• Digital Circus

• Sonic the hedgehog

• The Fairly OddParents: a new wish

• Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous/Chaos Theory

• Omori

• Gravity Falls

• Good Omens

• Stranger Things

• Indigo Park

• Pokemon

• Luca

• Total Drama

MY CHARACTERS

So as you can see I have a few ocs, I'm planning to make a cartoon with them in future. For now they just my characters with a story attached to them :'))

Maybe I'll start a comic with them, who knows 🤷

Thanks for reading pookie

(⁠っ⁠˘⁠з⁠(⁠˘⁠⌣⁠˘⁠ ⁠)💕

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[zablife]

My Sun, My Moon and All My Stars Masterlist

Luca Changretta x OC (Aurora Sabini Changretta) and Tommy Shelby x Aurora

Summary: Luca and Aurora Changretta come to the UK to avenge the murder of Luca's brother and father. However, as their volatile marriage unravels, events take an unexpected turn.

Author's Note: Calls act as teasers and added information for the main fic, intended to be read in order to best understand the narrative.

🌙 The Changretta Calls-1 Tommy & Ada

🌙 The Changretta Calls-2 Aurora & Darby Sabini

My Sun, My Moon and All My Stars- Part 1

🌙 The Changretta Calls-3 Alfie & Tommy

My Sun, My Moon and All My Stars-Part 2

My Sun, My Moon and All My Stars-Part 3

🌙The Changretta Calls-4 Luca & Carmella Sabini

✨ Playlist ✨

☀️ Moodboards ☀️

Aurora Sabini Changretta

I Am King

More

Luca x Aurora -moodboard w/ backstory info

Luca & Aurora's Zodiac Signs

Darkness and Nothing More-alternate AU one shot

[377-liks]

[oc] compilation of my active OCs refs (Lucas is outdated tho)

featuring: Agir, Rico Sanchez, Kyle Aikawa, Lucas Delia, Ace Vasquez, Lorenzo Vulpe, Nicholas Jarvinen, and Desmond Calleja

they're my main ocs for my wip story titled Fate that Binds / Blind Fate !!! ☆(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*

additional info regarding them:

[can-of-pringles]

My character names and short bios for my Ghost AU lore

(warnings for RHRN spoilers, though I'll probably be updating it when we get more info) (I'm including picrews of some of the OCs, though not the ones already established since it's very easy to find pictures of them elsewhere)

Neil Teodoro Emeritus/Nihil Emeritus/Papa Nihil March 19, 1941-March 3, 2020 Born in Italy, moved to the US with his mother when he was too young to remember. Estranged from his father who was a previous Papa. Brought back to the Ministry when he was an adult by Sister Imperator. Leader of Ghost from mid-1960s to late 1970s. Has four kids (possibly five if we're including RHRN spoilers)

Elizabeth "Betty" Liliana Emeritus/Sister Elizabeth January 5, 1921-TBA Born in Italy, had a relationship with a Papa during the time. Ended up having a son with him. She and her son Neil ended up moving to the US when her ex didn't want to be in their lives anymore. Picrew:

Lucas Theodore Clarkson/Primo Emeritus/Papa Primo October 8, 1957-March 2018 Born in the US, co-parented by Nihil and Lucy Clarkson for a while until he was brought to the Ministry by his father. Nihil changed his name to Primo Emeritus. Leader of Ghost from 2008-2012.

Lucille "Lucy" Clarkson June 12, 1941-TBA Born in the US, dated Neil in high school. Had Lucas when she and Neil were sixteen. Mostly raised him on her own with help from her family, Neil, and his mother. Originally planned on marrying Neil once she finished college but it didn't work out. Allowed Nihil to bring Lucas to the Ministry when he was a bit older. Wasn't involved with the Ministry. Received updates on Primo and saw him occasionally. Picrew (pictured around highschool ish here):

Secondo Emeritus/Papa Secondo October 24, 1970-March 2018 Born in Italy to Papa Nihil and a Sister of Sin named Dafne. Grew up in the Ministry. Leader of Ghost from 2012-2015.

Dafne (Italian spelling of Daphne) Santoro/Sister Dafne August 23, 1943-TBA Born in Italy, grew up in the Ministry. Used to be in a long-term relationship with Papa Nihil but broke it off when he cheated. Mother to Secondo. Picrew:

Terzo Emeritus/Papa Terzo January 28, 1971-March 2018 Born in Italy to Papa Nihil and Rosalie Arnaud. Grew up in the Ministry. Was in a serious relationship with Omega Ghoul. Leader of Ghost from 2015-2017.

Rosalie Arnaud May 11, 1948-??? Born in France. Traveled to Italy. Met and had a fling with Papa Nihil which resulted in Terzo. Was not in Terzo's life. Picrew:

Irene Acerbi/Sister Imperator April 3, 1944-September 12, 2023 Born in Italy, past mostly unknown. Brought Papa Nihil back to the Ministry. Has had an on-and-off relationship with Papa Nihil throughout the years. Secret mother to Copia. Involved with Ghost for years. Had Primo, Secondo, and Terzo killed.

Copia Abate/Cardinal Copia/Papa Copia/Frater Imperator July 7, 1979- Grew up in Italy at the Ministry as a supposed orphan. Saw Primo, Secondo, and Terzo as his brother figures. Saw Sister Imperator as a mother figure. Didn't know Sister Imperator and Papa Nihil were his parents until semi-recently. In a relationship (eventually) with Silas Petersson. Leader of Ghost from March 2018-2023. Promoted to Sister's position once she passed, under the title of Frater Imperator. Only has a last name for legal reasons given to him by the Clergy and it's just Abate (From Italian abate meaning "abbot, priest")

Silas Adrian Petersson May 14, 1986- Born in Austin, Texas. Spent his childhood between Texas and Sweden with his mother in Texas and his father in Sweden. Moved to Linköping, Sweden some time in his late teens. In a relationship (eventually) with Copia. Works as a janitor at the Ministry. Started working there in 2013.

Caroline "Carol" Andrews & Nicholas Petersson Carol: 1962- Nicholas: 1961- Carol: Born outside Dallas, Texas. Nicholas: Born in Sweden, near Linköping. They met when Nicholas participated in the foreign exchange student program at Carol's high school. Dated and eventually married. Had Silas. Eventually divorced on good terms (they weren't compatible and are just best friends now) when he was a kid. Co-parented Silas very well post-divorce. Stay very involved with each other's lives. Picrews:

Hanna Liv (LEEV) Ekström (EHK-struum) December 4, 1987- Born in Sweden. Childhood best friends with Silas. In a relationship (eventually) with Kersti. Works as a dog groomer.

Kersti (SHEHSH-tee) Beck/Sister Kersti March 11, 1986- Born in Sápmi to her parents, her father is Sámi, and her mother is Swedish. Her parents decided to move closer to her mother's Swedish family and assimilate more due to pressures. In a relationship (eventually) with Hanna. Became a Sister of Sin at the Ministry. Her stay there was always going to be temporary until she moved back to her childhood home in Sápmi.

Pigeon Ghoul ??? Summoned as a "spare ghoul" during Cardinal Copia's era. Air and Multi Ghoul lineage. Wears an old mask and uniform.

[simplypinksims]

I was finally able to make a render that I'm happy with for my band ocs. This is Lucas(Luc) and Felix. Felix is half Japanese, so in this HC they took a trip to Japan during the summer. A little more info about them under the cut.

So, I posted awhile ago that I wanted to turn one of my writing wips into a sims story and this is the start of that. These two are two members of the band New Melody. They're both 21 and they're quite dependent on each other. In my writing, they aren't together, but for this render I'm pretending they are. Hope you like them!

[help-an-alter]

hii hi. im unsure if i qualify for help (not technically a fragment);but i figure why not try :D?

im an oc introject and i cant quite remember my name... and i am scared i may not like my source name so... do you have any cool names i could use? i like masculine-ish names but also silly names that can be gender neutral.

some extra info about me that might help is i am a dog thing and i like rainbows and parties and being loud and silly :3

names: rouge, blanche, cerise, luca, ivan, gerard, canine, kevin, kenine, shay, jesse, rhys, canis, conan, rex.

[image id: rainbow dripping liquid. red is on the left, ending with a pink-red on the right.]