#oc: staccato

[magical-art-blog]

My WuWa oc, Staccato!

[114teardrops]

aurora y staccato :•]

[harrowharr0w]

some more cover songs for preT*leaves:

ibitsuna kotoba (dazbee)

tenshi ni fureta yo (k-on)

cat (milgram)

coquettrie dancer (yuu miyashita)

spica (rokudenashi)

deathly loneliness attacks (hifumi)

dogdog (abuse-ken)

cendrillion (dios/signalp)

meritocracy (aimi)

any angle (noa)

onamida chodai (yuu miyashita)

nee nee nee (pinocchioP)

hanamarupippiwayoikodake (aop)

kawaikutegomen (honeyworks)

not love/愛じゃない (dazbee)

[w1f1n1ghtm4r3]

shasta art dump? yeah why not

[maripie173]

wc: 344

Akane stood alone in the kitchen, ever so slowly tipping flour into a batter bowl—serpentine eyes flicking between her concoction and a recipe, white hair in a braid down her back.

She could hear Annika’s heartbeat from the moment she approached the door to their shared apartment. She heard the soft padding of her feet, the batting of her eyelashes.

She had heard Annika from the moment she returned, heard her soft fingers sliding over Akane’s pale hands as she awoke.

But she would still indulge her.

“Boo!” Annika’s hands came down around Akane’s shoulders, giggles slipping from her lips. Akane allowed herself to jump, feigning a look of surprise, before planting a soft kiss on Annika’s mouth.

“How was work?” Akane smiled against her girlfriend's lips.

“Boring,” Annika mumbled, pulling away (not without leaving a final peck.) “Just patrols and stuff. What are you making?”

Akane returned her gaze to the bowl before her, forgotten on the kitchen counter. “Cookies.” She returned her focus to it, picking up an electric whisk.

Annika leaned closer, slipping an arm around Akane’s waist. “Oh, how was your day, love?”

“Just fine, Ani. Admin work.” Recently, Rosanna had decided she was unsatisfied with the filing system used by the Pioneers and had saddled Akane with the arduous task of reorganising every last one. As a result, Akane had spent the last four days pointedly ignoring Rosanna.

Annika giggled, latching both arms around Akane’s waist and pressing kisses along her shoulder. “You work so hard!”

Akane smiled, catching Annika’s lips and kissing her sweetly. “Well, one of us has to.” Annika gasped at this, feigning offence with a hand to her chest.

“So cruel! Even though I love you so!”

“Darling, I was under The Rebellion too. I know that paycheque.”

Annika giggled again, love blooming over her features. Olive skin painted a pretty pink and brown eyes shaped into hearts.

“But I’ll forgive you because I love you so.”

Akane dips a finger in the batter and pushes it past her girlfriend’s lips. “I love you, too.”

look.. its not that i forgot to post. i just had nothing to post TT this is pretty old but i only finished it last night

[potatochip-oc-dump]

HAPPY PRIDE!!!!!!

[bloodyyconverse]

Sforzando × Staccato posting tonight, as a treat for myself

Maybe Primo will let Cato keep it this time?

Staccato (left) belongs to @bats-rats-and-bugs, Sfz is mine

[leaffiii]

sierra mist aslan post

[bluejaybytes]

More old art I never posted, this ones also over a year old

[leohnoz]

Patchwork

[mewmewchann]

Couldn't you please, oh please, be gone out of my life?

[gmanweatherreport]

Look every single one beautiful

[114teardrops]

their ass is working (they don’t need a mic)

[w1f1n1ghtm4r3]

hands you a shattered staccato miku

[maripie173]

wc: 751

She’s humming a distant tune. I watch her twirl her hair between her fingers, mumbling words carved into my brain. Her voice is rough, unsuited to sing such high-pitched melodies, but she hardly bats an eye when her voice cracks and quivers.

Her gun lay next to her, carelessly dropped when we sat down together. I find myself wondering if she is even slightly off-put by the blood sliding over her legs and seeping through her socks.

Although I cannot help but feel slightly hypocritical. I feel hardly fazed by the carnage surrounding us. I ignore the entrails draped over my ankles. I didn’t put them there.

Her humming fades away, and I pretend to busy myself with my own pistol so as to ignore her piercing stare. There is only one bullet left. I return it to the ground.

“I love you, Mocha-bear.” She grins at me. I gracefully ignore the blood smeared down her cheek, and instead sigh in half-forced amusement.

“No, you don’t.” I return her smile with an upward twitch of the corners of my lips. “But I know what you’re trying to say.”

She laughs. “You know me that well, do you?” She brings her knees up to her chest and presses her cheeks to her legs. Half of her face is hidden, but I can still see her eyes creasing in bemusement.

I do know her that well.

“I’m glad to have spent all these happy years with you, even if it has to end like this.” She ignores the implications of my words and instead hums in agreement.

“I’m sorry if I treated you badly.”

“It’s okay. I was bad too."

“No, I really am sorry.” She sits up and stretches her leg out so it rests in my lap. “I was awful, and I really do love you.” I laugh and pat her ankle. I hope she understands what I’m trying to say, too.

We sit in silence for a while. It’s quiet in the Yun-Kim Entertainment building, for maybe the first time in four years.

“Hey, Micha.”

I hum in acknowledgement, my gaze flicking from the outfit coordinator smeared across the tiled floor, back up to Joowon’s solemn face. Her eyes have dulled, and I can see my reflection in her iris. I look bad. My hair is matted, and I can feel the ends sticking to my shoulders. Sweat has dried up over my hairline. I am frowning.

“I think I’d rather just die here. With you.” She sighs, lacing her hands together in her lap and soothing a thumb over her grazed knuckles.

“What?”

“Don't you?” She sighs out a humourless chuckle, forcing a tight grin. “If we leave the building it will all be over anyway. We’ll go to jail, and we’ll never see each other again, and Lan will just get away with it like she gets away with everything.”

I tense at the mention of Lan’s name. “She’ll still get away with it if we do it now.” But I know what she means. I kind of want to just die right here, too. But shouldn’t I at least try to convince her to live?

Ah, but she sees right through me. “Let’s just die now, Mocha. I’d rather die here than rot to death in jail.”

I stay quiet for a long time.

“Yeah, I guess. Let’s do it.” I skirt around the word ‘die’. It’s a habit I picked up from my father. Sweet man. I’m sorry to leave him behind, but he’ll be fine. I make a mental note to, if I find myself in heaven, say hello to my mother for him.

“I wonder where Lan is now,” I mumble, my frown only deepening. Joowon rolls her eyes.

“Probably plotting some poor other group’s downfall. I don’t know what we even fucking did to her.”

I laugh sardonically. “Make better music.” She giggles along with me, smiling as she picks up her pistol off the ground and nods towards mine. I pick it up, my laughter fading into a tense silence.

“Any last words?” she grins, a little self-deprecatingly. She presses the barrel of her gun under my jaw, aiming up. I mirror her. 

I hum in thought. “If I could have chosen anyone to… you know… with, it would have been you.” She smiles at me, and I notice tears pooling in her eyes.

“Me too. I’m glad to die with you. I love you, Micha.”

I grin. “I love you, too.”

first post ^__^ kind of nervous i never share my oc stuff online LOL but thank u for reading <333

[potatochip-oc-dump]

thinking about gary and his friends... i am trying to lean into the mad scientist aspect of his character a little more