#oc sofia

[daneesoro]

Would make him 10x more obnoxious than he already is

last addition

[rogdona]

[faemorningstar]

Happy Pride Month!

huh? no, yeah, my country celebrates Pride Month in February. hence why I've been working on this all month instead of posting.

god this took so so long to make but i am so so incredibly happy with how it turned out. now if you'll excuse me i need to go collapse into bed XP goodnight

colour meanings & characters under the cut:

Penny: Lavender (Community) (this one seemed right to me)

Connor: Pink (Sex) ;)

Evangeline: Red (Life) (originally thought this one was passion but I was going to pick Angie anyway)

Natalie: Orange (Healing) (fits with her character arc)

CJ: Yellow (Sunlight) (this one just fits his personality but also I couldn't decide who else to put here. CJ is the correct choice to me.)

Sheila: Green (Nature) (she spends more time in nature than in society)

Jennifer: Cyan (Magic) (i mean, come on, she's a witch, she had to go here)

Nancy: Indigo (Serenity) (there's no correlation here i just wanted to draw a spiderman pose)

Sofia: Violet (Spirit) (she is certainly a spirited individual)

[satanslittlepup]

Artfight!

[monstoonsart]

[hazelwoodz]

[mania-manie]

[deppytwistverse]

Post NRC/Adult DeVil

Vil definitly is the one to dress Sofia anywhere they go, and she loves it (definitly not scared of ruining designer clothes ahaha) I also like to imagine that he cut his hair in solace of Sofia losing part of hers from breaking the curse. 👑 bonus:

[valenrepetto]

My new soooon🫂🧡🧡

🥺🤲🧡 hope u like him

[chowadoe]

compilation of ideas/shenanigans/comics me @valenrepetto and i had fun brewing between her sonadow fankid, Sofi and my metamy kid, Dusty :^D 🌀🌬️🌹

put the metamy kid with the sonic kid they said....the Amy part that wants Sonic and the Metal part that wants to /be/ Sonic surely won't result in anything bad....... ..... ...

(Dusty keeps the fact Metal Sonic is his dad a secret, because it'd be bad if the town knew he came from a villain.. a villain that would copy/replicate the biosignatures of others to build himself into the ultimate weapon at that. sorry for accidentally Scarlet Letter-ing you Amy)

[rafecameronssl4t]

I LOVED the “Who invited you?” one, so i was thinking… maybe a Thornton!reader x season 3!rafe, where Rafe and reader are secretly dating and reader tells about it to sofia, not knowing she had a crush on Rafe, so she tells everything to Topper

Stay in your lane || Rafe Cameron x Thornton!reader

A/n: so sorry this took me forever to reply to but hope you like it!!! added my own little twist in the end reminder that requests are open!!!!

Warnings: mentions of smoking, suggestive content, if theres anything else, lmk!

Word count: 1,884

MASTERLIST (rafe x thornton!reader au masterlist)

divider by @h-aewo

As you step into the country club, the cool air conditioning providing instant relief from the summer heat, you're greeted by a familiar face. "Hey," Sofia's voice carries a warm, welcoming tone as she catches your attention. Her honey-coloured hair is pulled back into a neat ponytail, and she looks every bit the part in her crisp, white polo shirt.

"Sofia, right?" you say with a smile, sliding your sunglasses up onto your head. She nods with a bright smile, her eyes sparkling. "That's me! And you're Y/n, Topper's sister," she says confidently, her gaze lingering on you for a moment as if to commit your face to memory.

"Yeah, that's right," you reply, your tone light and friendly as you confirm her guess. "Can I get you a table?" she offers, her hand subtly gesturing towards the dining area where groups of people are already seated, enjoying their meals and conversations.

You shake your head gently, your smile widening. "Oh no, I'm here with someone," you explain, a hint of warmth in your voice. Sofia's expression shifts as her lips form a small 'o' of understanding. "Well, enjoy!" she responds, her smile returning, though there's a hint of something else in her eyes—curiosity, perhaps, or intrigue.

You reciprocate her smile, offering a small wave before you turn to walk away. As you move towards the back of the club, you can feel Sofia's gaze following you, her attention unwavering until you disappear from sight.

~

Sofia stepped into the secluded section of the country club, balancing a tray of drinks with practiced ease. The chatter of the main dining area faded behind her as she ventured deeper into the quieter, more exclusive part of the club. As she approached the table, she quickly recognised you sitting there, and a curl of smoke caught her eye, obscuring the person seated across from you.

"Iced tea and a Westbrook?" Sofia announced as she drew closer, her voice steady. But as she placed the drinks on the table, her eyes widened in surprise as she finally saw who you were with—Rafe Cameron, his presence unmistakable.

“Thanks, Sof,” you responded warmly, your smile reaching your eyes as you accepted the glass of iced tea from the tray. Sofia’s attention drifted towards Rafe, who sat across from you with an air of nonchalance. He casually exhaled a cloud of cigarette smoke, his intense blue eyes never leaving you as he flicked the ashes into the nearby ashtray.

His gaze was unwavering, almost possessive, as he watched you, barely sparing Sofia a glance. It was clear that his focus was entirely on you, as if the rest of the world, including Sofia, simply didn’t exist in that moment. The casual way he leaned back in his chair, a cigarette dangling from his fingers, contrasted sharply with the tension in Sofia’s chest.

"Y-you're welcome," Sofia stammered, caught off guard by the sight of the two of you together. She quickly realised that her surprise was showing, and she forced a polite smile before retreating, her mind racing as she walked away, the image of you and Rafe together lingering in her thoughts.

~

As Sofia made her way outside, she hauled the heavy bags of rubbish towards the bins at the back of the country club. Her thoughts were preoccupied, replaying the scene she had witnessed earlier of you with Rafe. The image of the two of you together lingered in her mind, stirring a mix of emotions she couldn’t quite pin down.

Lost in these thoughts, something in the parking lot suddenly caught her attention—Rafe Cameron’s truck parked in the parking lot. Her steps faltered as she saw you step down from the passenger side, a playful smile on your lips as you tugged your dress back into place.

Sofia’s heart raced, and without thinking, she ducked behind a nearby tree, hoping to remain unnoticed. Peeking out from her hiding spot, she watched as Rafe emerged from the car, his confident smirk evident even from a distance.

He moved towards you with a casual grace, his hand trailing down your back before giving your ass a light, possessive squeeze. The gesture was intimate, familiar, as if this wasn't the first time he'd done it. Then, Rafe leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that seemed to linger just a little too long.

Sofia could feel her chest tighten as she observed the scene, her mind reeling from the implications. She watched as he then walked you to your Porsche, his hand resting on the small of your back, guiding you with ease.

He opened the driver's door for you, the gesture almost gentlemanly, before leaning in for one last kiss. The way you smiled at him before driving off sent a pang of something unidentifiable through Sofia’s chest—jealousy? Surprise? Disbelief? Maybe all three.

As your car disappeared from view, Sofia’s eyes remained glued to Rafe. Just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly turned his head in her direction, as if sensing her presence. Panic surged through her as she let out a quiet gasp, instinctively slapping a hand over her mouth and pressing herself harder against the rough bark of the tree.

She remained frozen, barely daring to breathe, until she heard the roar of Rafe’s engine as he sped off. Only then did she dare to move, her heart pounding in her chest. Of course, you and Rafe were together. The thought settled heavily in her mind, the pieces of the puzzle clicking into place. It was almost expected, yet seeing it with her own eyes was something else entirely.

~

"Hey, Sof," you greet her with a warm smile as you walk up to the bar and take a seat. Sofia returns the smile, but there's a slight tension in her expression, a tightness that you don't seem to notice. "Hey, what can I get you?" she asks, her voice pleasant but lacking its usual warmth.

"An iced tea will be fine, thanks," you reply, settling into your seat. Sofia nods and begins preparing your drink. As she works, your phone buzzes, drawing your attention. Sofia can't help but eavesdrop as you answer it. "Hey," you say into the phone, your lips curving into a smile as you listen to the person on the other end.

"Yeah, 1 p.m. is fine." Sofia continues making your iced tea, her curiosity piqued, wondering who you're talking to. When the call ends, you smile at Sofia, who quickly averts her eyes, focusing on placing a straw into your glass before pushing it across the bar towards you.

"Thank you," you say, taking a sip of the iced tea. You then pick up your phone again, your fingers tapping away as another smile forms on your lips, seemingly in response to a message. Sofia, now cleaning some glasses nearby, can't hold back her curiosity any longer.

"So… you and Rafe, huh?" she asks, her tone laced with subtle intrigue as she glances over at you. You look up from your phone, a light giggle escaping your lips. "Yeah?" you respond, a bit amused by her question. Sofia purses her lips, nodding as she tries to process this new information, a flutter of jealousy stirring in her chest.

"I didn't know you guys were dating," she continues, her voice careful, as if trying to gauge your reaction. You hum softly, playing with the straw in your glass. "Between you and me, we were friends with benefits for a while before he asked me out properly," you admit with a small, almost secretive smile.

Sofia nods, doing her best to hide her surprise, but there's a flicker of something in her eyes—disbelief, maybe even a touch of envy that she quickly tries to suppress. Her mind races, wondering how she missed the signs, and why the thought of you with Rafe unsettles her so much.

"Does Topper know?" she asks, her tone slightly more pointed as she looks at you. Your eyes snap to hers, and for a moment, the air between you feels charged with something unspoken, a tension that Sofia struggles to ignore.

"No, he doesn't know yet. We'll tell him soon enough, though," you reply, your voice steady. "Right now, he just thinks we're really good friends." Sofia hums in response, trying to mask the pang of jealousy as she watches you return to your phone, clearly engrossed in your conversation with Rafe.

You finish your drink and stand up, offering Sofia a warm smile. "Thanks for the drink, it was so good," you say sincerely before turning and walking off, leaving Sofia standing behind the bar, her thoughts racing as she watches you disappear from view.

~

When Sofia caught sight of Topper and Rafe walking into the country club, her heart began to race, a mixture of anticipation and anxiety flooding her system. The two of them made an imposing pair, effortlessly commanding attention as they approached the bar.

Sofia's gaze followed their every step, her pulse quickening when Rafe’s eyes met hers. He held her gaze for a brief moment before leaning in to whisper something to Topper. Without a word, Rafe then turned and walked outside, leaving Topper alone at the bar.

"Just my usual, thanks. Make it two," Topper said, leaning casually against the polished wood. His tone was indifferent, his eyes lazily scanning the room as if the bar and its staff were just another part of the scenery. Sofia nodded, accustomed to his detached manner, and began preparing the drinks.

As she worked, she stole a glance at Topper, feeling a sudden surge of boldness. Clearing her throat, she decided to speak up. "Y/N's not joining the two of you tonight?" she asked, her voice steady despite the nerves bubbling underneath.

Topper’s attention snapped back to her, his brows knitting together in mild confusion. A dry chuckle escaped his lips, the sound laced with a hint of amusement. "And what makes you think my little sister should be here with us?" he asked, his tone edged with curiosity as he watched her skillfully mix the drinks.

Sofia felt her confidence grow, fueled by the moment and the subtle power shift she sensed. She met his gaze head-on, refusing to be intimidated. "I'm not sure, I just thought she'd join you guys since she and Rafe are a couple now," she replied, trying to sound nonchalant as she shrugged her shoulders.

For a brief second, Topper went silent, and Sofia braced herself for his reaction. She expected surprise, maybe even a flash of anger or disbelief. But instead, Topper's response was cold and indifferent, his expression unreadable. "Don't see why that concerns you, Sofia," he said, his eyes drifting towards the view outside, his interest in the conversation fading as quickly as it had sparked.

Sofia's eyes widened, not prepared for his dismissive tone. "Oh, no—I was just wondering—" she stammered, her initial confidence rapidly dissolving under his gaze. Topper’s stare sharpened, cutting her off before she could finish. "I think you forget yourself sometimes," he said, his voice chillingly calm.

"Just because you work here in Figure 8, it doesn't give you the right to go sticking your nose in our business, yeah? So stay in your lane," He grabbed the glasses she had just finished preparing, his hand steady, his demeanor cold.

With that, he walked off without another glance, leaving Sofia standing there, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She hadn’t expected Topper to speak to her like that—so harshly, so dismissively. The words stung, lingering in the air long after he had disappeared, and Sofia was left alone.

[daneesoro]

Body swap AU - Poppy 🔄 Sofia

When the bait was so OOC it actually offends you

[rogdona]

[faemorningstar]

More like a game than an ask but assign each member of the Misfit Toys an element (fire/water/earth/fire) and a season(autumn/winter/spring/summer). I like to see who has weird combos like fire + winter.

bizarre combos, you say? well you came to the right place!

Chelsea: Earth/Spring (self explanatory, this one isn't as bizarre)

Connor: Fire/Winter (as soon as you mentioned a fire/winter combo, I immediately thought of my boy. Fire & Winter is like sitting by the fireplace while it snows outside, or for Connor, huddling by a garbage can fire under a bridge during a blizzard.)

Evangeline: Fire/Spring (hay fever)

Ivan: Earth/Summer (like a summer rock concert)

Jennifer: Water/Fall ((haha waterfall) like the border between autumn and winter, the first hints of frost, the drops of dew on the mushrooms littering the forest floor.)

Nancy: Air/Winter (like swinging through the air of New York City in December.)

Sofia: Water/Summer (like riding a motorcycle through puddles on summer nights in the city.)

Storm: Air/Fall (how the gentle wind, beckons through the leaves, as autumn colours fall...)

if I feel up to it, I'll do Team Legacy later, and/or the five element system, for shits & giggles.

[rafesbows]

rafe taking u to his house from a party cos he thinks its boring and then fuckin u 🤭🤭n hes also like angry ab smt so its kinda angry sex yk

rafe masterlist

he dragged you out of the party without so much as a glance back, his grip firm around your wrist. you could feel the tension radiating off him, his jaw clenched, his usually light eyes dark and stormy as he led you to his car.

"rafe, what the hell?" you snapped, stumbling slightly as he practically shoved you into the passenger seat.

"party was boring," he muttered, slamming the driver’s side door shut.

"so you decided to force me out of it?"

his eyes flicked to you, sharp and unamused. "you were glued to that idiot for the last hour. if he got any closer i would've ended up punchin' him."

you scoffed, crossing your arms as he sped off, his hand gripping the wheel tight enough to make his knuckles white. the ride was silent, the tension between you thick enough to cut with a knife.

when you finally pulled into his driveway, he killed the engine and got out without a word, slamming the door behind him. you followed, still fuming, but when you stepped inside, he was waiting.

"you gonna tell me what your problem is, or are you just gonna keep sulking like a child?" you shot at him, standing your ground as he turned to face you.

"my problem? maybe it’s the fact that you let every guy in that room look at you like they had a fucking chance."

you blinked, caught off guard by his words. "seriously? you’re mad because—"

he cut you off, his hands gripping your waist as he backed you against the wall. "yeah, i’m mad," he growled, his voice low. "mad that they think they could even touch you."

your breath hitched as his lips crashed against yours, the kiss rough and demanding. his hands were everywhere, gripping your hips, sliding under your dress, pulling you impossibly close.

"you want attention?" he murmured against your lips, his voice dripping with frustration as he nipped at your bottom lip. "i’ll give you all the fucking attention you need."

before you could respond, held you up in hisnhands like you weighed nothing, hands pressed against your thighs as he set you down on the couch.

"rafe—" you started, but he cut you off with a sharp tug of your panties, sliding the thin material off in a swift motion.

"don’t talk," he muttered, his breath hot against your ear. kissing against your lips, his hands propping him up on either side of your head. you found yourself kissing him back with equal urgency, your nails digging deep on his back, and tugging at the hem of his shirt. he sighed softly, taking his shirt off and tossing it aside, before he moved back down to your throbbing heat.

"already so fuckin' wet, huh?" muttered, biting back a groan as his digits found your folds, pressing against your skin in all the right ways. his free hand holding your thighs apart.

your cheeks flushed, eyes rolling back from pleasure as he quickened his pace. before you knew it you heard a zip, and then felt the skin of his tip rubbing against your thighs. pressing up against them, almost as if to tease.

"y'gonna take me?" he mused, his breaths heavy as he lay atop of you. and you did. a sharp moan left your lips as he pushed inside, a groan of his own escaping his. "fuuuck, so fuckin' tight f'me." he muttered, his head burrowing deeper in your neck as he thrusted inside of you. you felt the anger in every touch, like he had something to prove.

a yelp left your swollen lips as he pulled out with a pop. he took a steady breath before he repositioned himself once more, letting you know — he was far from done.

[kaatokunart]

i love how shiny u make everything look, i mean seriously the depth in ur colors is insane :0 especially love the way you draw hair <3 do u have any tips on how to exaggerate shine like that?

Thank you!! I’m not the best at explaining but here’s some examples of the process

It’s a lot of trial and error, messing with the hues (I never use the same hue for the shadows or highlights as the base) and using contrast to your advantage :)

Hope this helped a little!