#oc: L.

[bubblepopsims]

Little bit - Lykke Li

(Definitely L. Singing this about Cesar at the very beginning)

@fl0ptrait

[krunkidile]

found you a new hat.

[gattapotatta]

Do you want it, kitten? I hope your answer is still yes.. because I just can't hold back anymore

Asking for concent 3 times in a row as if this desperate man literally couldn't believe this is actually happening to him.. wow.

The aftercare he is giving is the most soft and loving thing in the world and it doesn't even depend on how rough or not the deed was done.

Night of Secrecy got me thinking///

[khioneee]

zayne hates the way you look in a hospital bed.

the sheets are too white, the room too sterile, and the iv in your arm makes his stomach twist in ways he won’t admit. you look smaller like this.

too still, too quiet. it doesn’t suit you.

‘you should get some rest,’ he says, his voice even, professional. detached, like a doctor should be. but you know better. you always have.

‘you’re here again,’ you murmur, tilting your head just enough to meet his eyes.

he doesn’t answer. instead, he adjusts the blanket over your shoulders, making sure it covers you properly. it’s a useless gesture because the room is warm, and you’re not shivering.

but he does it anyway.

a ghost of a smile tugs at your lips. ‘you should be more careful, doctor,’ you tease, voice quiet but laced with something familiar, something warm. ‘the others might think i’m your favorite patient.’

he should roll his eyes. scoff. say something sarcastic like he always does. but this time, he doesn’t. instead, he just shakes his head, something unreadable passing through his gaze before he looks away.

for a second, you swear he almost says something. but then he pulls back, his hand leaving your blanket, his presence retreating ever so slightly.

you let it go.

it’s late when he comes back. the overhead lights are dimmed, the quiet hum of machines the only thing filling the room. you’re half-asleep when you hear the soft click of the door, but even in the haze of exhaustion, you know it’s him. you always do.

‘you should go home, zayne,’ you mumble, voice thick with sleep. ‘get some rest.’

‘i was.’ his voice is quiet, careful. ‘didn’t feel right.’

‘you care for me too much.’

‘nonsense,’ he said instead. ‘there’s only way too much or none at all.’

you force your eyes open, blinking up at him. he’s standing at the foot of your bed, hands in his pockets, his coat slightly wrinkled like he’s been running on autopilot all day.

‘zayne—’

‘you said something earlier,’ he interrupts, and there’s something in his tone—hesitation, maybe. or something heavier. ‘about being my favorite patient.’

you let out a tired huff of laughter. ‘what, did it offend you? i can take it back.’

he exhales sharply through his nose, not quite a laugh, but not quite nothing. then, after a beat, he moves closer, just enough for his voice to drop into something barely above a whisper.

‘you’re my most important patient.’

the words settle between you, sinking into the space where exhaustion lingers, where unspoken things have always gone unsaid.

you study him, taking in the way his jaw tightens, the way his fingers flex at his sides like he’s resisting the urge to reach for you.

‘yeah?’ you murmur, softer this time.

his gaze flickers to yours, steady and certain. ‘yeah.’

you don’t say anything after that. but you don’t need to.

instead, your eyes drift to the chair beside your bed. ‘you’re staying, aren’t you?’

he doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t have to. with a quiet sigh, he lowers himself into the chair, shifting slightly to get comfortable. not that he ever will. the chair is stiff, unforgiving, and he’s been running on too little sleep for too many days.

but he doesn’t complain. he never does.

you watch him for a moment longer, the steady rise and fall of his chest, the way his eyes linger on you even as he leans back.

‘go to sleep,’ he murmurs, closing his eyes. ‘doctor’s orders.’

you want to argue, to tell him he should be the one sleeping somewhere comfortable, but the weight of exhaustion is already pulling you under. the last thing you see before you drift off is zayne, slouched in that uncomfortable chair, his breathing steady, his presence unwavering.

and for the first time in a long time, you don’t feel alone.

because you never knew it. never realized it.

but zayne became a doctor for you.

when you were little and scraped your knee, he was the one who pressed plasters to your skin, his hands careful, his touch gentle. when you sniffled from the sting, he’d ruffle your hair and say, ‘there. all better.’

when you climbed trees too high and got stuck, it was zayne who came running, scolding you under his breath as he helped you back down. and when you fell, because you always fell, he was the one who knelt beside you, wiping the dirt from your palms before you even had the chance to cry.

when you got sick, he was the one who snuck into your house with soup he swore wasn’t that bad, sitting by your bed even when you told him to go home. he would press the back of his hand against your forehead like he had seen adults do, frowning like he could will the fever away just by staying close.

when you started training to be a hunter, he was the one who patched you up after every battle, every wound, every brush with death.

he never once told you to quit, but every time he stitched a cut or wrapped a bandage around your wrist, his hands would linger, as if memorizing every scar.

and now, when the world threatens to break you, he’s still here.

still taking care of you. still choosing to stay.

you wake up hours later, the room still cloaked in soft, early-morning silence. the first thing you notice is the warmth around your wrist.

zayne.

he’s asleep in the chair, his head tilted slightly, dark circles visible beneath his eyes. his hand is wrapped around your wrist, fingers loose but still holding on, like he fell asleep taking your pulse.

like he needed proof that you were still here.

still breathing.

you shift slightly, just enough to tighten your fingers around his. he stirs for only a second but doesn’t let go.

and neither do you.

[myearts-uwu]

Sylus would be an amazing weighted blanket let's be real.

Mephisto is clearly not amused with being the third wheel 24/7 atp

[poxivix]

Basically Doll's and L's relationship

Also happy spooky month

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

twst trade ^^

Thank you to Oys (they requested that I not use their actual username/handle linked or tagged) for trading with me~! They designed a Nightmare Suit (Dress?) for Miss Raven :> I love how torn and stitched up the skirt is, as well as how the bodice opens up. I think my favorite part is the hair, it has so much character! asdhbaeyoqegtgevaaf Plunked her right in between... two massive problems... sVHUVYFSOFVIYFSFo THE HAIR AND THE HADN GRABS.BV.VX.CV . .DEViOUS LooKS n the dAKR ASMTPSPHERIC bCAKDRoP...TRIYNFH GG SO HA RND TO COMMand ATTENTION... hER EMBATRsead LOOK..... . . ............. .. . .... . . .. .... . . . . OUTTA THE WAY, BOYS 😭 I'm cHARGinG IN TO COLLECT MY daughTER, SHE'S THE CUTEST SONE HERE...

[empty-vessel-of-a-person]

The way they held hands is so intimate. It’s really showing us that their affection for each other is mutual… I’m crying….

[faintrustle]

[gothtarrare]

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!!

We, collectively as a society, NEED to return to making weird freak ass goth girls and overall weird girl characters!!!

We must return to the age of drawing weird little girls with knives and edgy sayings that belong on a 90s Hot Topic shirt!!!

THESE ARE THE TYPES OF OCS I WANT TO SEE FROM NOW ON, DAMNIT!!!!

I WANT TO SEE BLINGEE STYLE GIFS OF SAID OCS ON YOUR BLOG LIKE ITS YOUR FUCKING 2005 MYSPACE PAGE, GOD DAMNIT!!!

🗣🗣🗣AND YALL BETTER BE DESIGNING MERCH FOR YOUR WEIRD GIRL OCS TOO EVEN IF YOU AREN'T GONNA EVER MAKE SAID MERCH TRUST ME ITS FUN!!!🗣🗣🗣

[bubblepopsims]

Isn't she lovely...

[gattapotatta]

A gentle reminder that Sylus is actually a very dangerous man

And this is the very same dangerous man

[kellyrutherfords]

you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.

[myearts-uwu]

Sylus rkgk

Did some simple sketches of Within Reach Sylus because I always get jumpscared by his nips. Like they're just OUT THERE like why-

[elderwisp]

fe o amor, no quita esperanza, ven, amor, aquí

[cozymochi]

Flying is cool.

I’ll go back to drawing gen and canon characters people actually want to see eventually.