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How they save each other's contacts: sibling edition
Tatiana's phone:
Asshole #1 (Kaiki)
Asshole #2 (Luna)
Stella (Estella)
Aunt Alice (Alice)
Mom (their mom)
Dad (their dad)
Clariette (Clarissa)
Kaiki's phone:
Tati (Tatiana)
Gay (Luna. Don't worry, it's one of the safe nicknames and he assured she doesn't mind)
Estella (Estella)
Progenitor (their mom)
Papi (their dad)
Aunt Alice (Alice)
Luna's phone:
Big Sis (Tatiana)
Pussy (Kaiki, one of their safe nicknames)
Late Spawn (Estella)
Aunt (Alice)
Mom (their mom)
Father (their dad)
Estella's phone (she's got one for calls, even tho she's barely a ten-year-old):
Tatiana
Kaiki
Luna
Aunt Alice
Mom
Dad
(she's the only one who gets the right nameson her contacts)
Bonus:
Alice's phone:
Tati (Tatiana)
Boy (Kaiki)
Youngest (Luna)
Baby (Estella)
Sis (the kid's mom)
Kid's dad (the kid's dad)
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Clari's phone:
Soulmate ❤️ (Tatiana)
#tatiana is the oldest#and luna used to be the youngest but then stella was born#my ocs#clari and tati are qp partners and they love to confuse ppl and say they're dating#thats why clari's name for tati is soulmate#kaiki oc#tati oc#stella oc#luna oc#alice oc#clari oc#swearing
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When you walk into a branch and hear the prettiest laugh in the world. Means you're a big lesbian :^)
#my art#oc story: connect the dots dummy#the hair length tells a story here#Put Tati in purple for my bro
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back from my hiatus to torment gia and tati with silly clothes btw
#oc: gia#oc: tati#the lore: they were trying to win the cash prize for one of those mall photo contests#whether they won with this is up for the viewer to decide
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If you're thinking "wow didn't she upload this before?" Then you'd be right! Because I did, but I deleted it cause I wanted to fix up some things I found wonky. Tati's face
I'm much happier with the way it looks now !! Joey is definitely boyfriend (butch) material, She holds all your stuff (and carry you), let you dress her up, AND doesn't complain if you're taking too long to shop 🫰🏽😘
#oc story: connect the dots dummy#Tati literally has Joey do whatever she wants even before they start dating it's just after they start dating it's even more ridiculous#but does this man complain?? Nope she's Tati's puppy 1000% teehee
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RAGHHHHH FANART OF MY BROS AWESOME OC’S
I burp a lil whenever i see them ❤️
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Been thinking about this OC for the longest time but I never went and draw them so here are some sketches of her! 💖
I don’t know much about her yet but she does have a cute story with her partner that I hope to come up with some early designs/studies of!
instagram | art tag
#oc#oc art#original character#original character art#character#character design#oc design#original character design#character art#art#digital art#illustration#sketch#sketches#princess#krita#tati ilustra
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Another drawing I did of Navarro's mom when she was young, around the 1930s. Tried to give this an old photograph feel to it. I hope to draw more of the Navarro parents soon, at least of them together!
#i realize i draw tati more than uli#i swear i'll get around to drawing him#and well i still have the full body concept art in mind#phantom investigators#tatiana muñoz de navarro#mrs. navarro#felix navarro#i know he ain't in this but tagging him anyway#fanart#my oc's#my drawings
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for brothers, pt. 3
angel reyes x oc: tatiana ‘pidge’ clarke, hurt/comfort, 2358 words
for day 10 of whumpril : shivers & ‘i’m scared’
a/n: omg i knOW i know. i know i said the last one was just an extra scene/epilogue but now theres another part and kjSHFgj`hfg its fine. its fine. the fic is sentient. thanku to @cositapreciosa for prompting this
tagging: @drabbles-mc @hausofmamadas @darqchilddaydreamz
Tati’s shaking when she finally finds the courage to knock, stood on Angel’s doorstep at God know’s what time. Not from fear, but from the cold that’s sunk itself beneath her skin, gripped the bones like a vice. She shouldn’t have left without a coat, shouldn’t have abandoned the Jeep three miles down the road. She shouldn’t be doing any of this at all.
He takes a minute to answer. She stares at the chipped paint in front of her, hearing him shuffle behind, before light finally tips out into the night. He’s got the door open just enough to see who it is, and his arm's tucked back behind his shoulder, gun in hand. She knows to expect it.
‘Woah. Shit, Tati.’ He swings the door open, stepping in front of it. He’s half dressed: jeans, a-tank, handgun. ‘You okay?’
‘No, not really,’ she answers, not bothering with pretences. He’s knows her well enough to know she’s not from looks alone. Her teeth are chattering between the words. ‘Can I come in?’
He hesitates, just long enough to make her feel real shitty about herself, real stupid and careless, and selfish for showing up here, for letting her feet carry her here on autopilot, but then he nods. Steps aside. Lets her in without any judgement at all—well, with only a hint of it.
He locks the door behind her, leaves the gun on the side table. ‘You couldn’t call or something?’
She scans the room. Dark, minus a lamp in the corner and the glow from the muted TV. Warm, too. Like he’s had a fire lit, but that’s just her. Just the difference of being in here and not out there, with the cold that’s chilled her so thoroughly. There’s a throw along the floor by the couch, thrown off, no doubt, at her arrival.
‘Were you asleep?’ she asks, forgetting he had wanted an answer out of her first.
‘Nah, I was just… I was up, yeah, watching TV and shit.’
Couldn’t sleep either, then. Probably as worried as she is, though he’d never admit it unless he had to. Unless he was having a fucking panic attack and she just happened to be there when he did. Vulnerability was the one thing that didn’t survive their break-up, a sacrifice that she didn’t used to mind. Now, she wants to ask how his chest feels, how the anxiety sits beneath his ribcage. If it weighs the same as her’s does, if it makes him do dumb shit like walking around in the middle of the night. If it’s even there at all.
‘Sorry, I should’ve called, you’re right.’ She nods, pulling her arms into herself. He may as well know the truth of it, the order of bad decisions that led to her being here. ‘I got, I don’t know, freaked out, and I just had to go for a drive or something. Couldn’t sit inside anymore. But then the jeep reminded me of EZ, and I kept picturing him there, in the back. The blood.’ She gulps. ‘Really fucking crazy shit, man.’
Angel walks past as she explains, then bends to hook the throw with his fingers and bring it up from the floor. Not to put it back on the couch, she realises, but to put it over her shoulders instead. No comment, no disruption to her story. Just the blanket around her, a tight-lipped smile, and then a sigh as he drops into the couch afterwards.
‘I pulled up at a gas station and left it there,’ she continues. ‘Walked around a bit and then, I don’t know. I realised I was walking here and I’d come too far to turn around again, and it was so fucking cold that I just thought—’
‘It’s cool, Tati,’ he interrupts, dragging it out. ‘I’m not mad’
‘But it’s not fair for me to just show up like this.’
‘So? None of anything we’ve seen this week has been fair.’
Not exactly true, though, is it? Because EZ started the shit with Yuma, but she can’t say that to him now.
When she doesn’t reply, he rolls his eyes and gestures to the seat behind her. ‘Will you just sit down, Pidge, we’re past all this shit. You know I’m here for you.’
She does as he says, landing with a thud. ‘Still feel like shit about it, though.’ If she had anyone else to go to, she would, but it’s just him. Especially at this hour.
He laughs, rubbing a palm over his brow. ‘Yeah, likewise. You think it feels good every time I need you for something?’
No, but she doesn’t mind helping. It’s the only thing that brings them together anymore. Besides, he’s yet to show up at her place in the middle of the night, shivering and desperate for it. Who knows how she’d feel then, how disrupted sleep would shape itself in he. She might not be generous at all, if roles were reverse. She might not wrap him in her blanket and let him babble about his night unprovoked.
‘You want a coffee?’ he asks, leaning his elbows on his knees. ‘A sweater?’
She nods. ‘Both would be good.’ She’d never have asked for them herself.
When he’s back, with two coffees and a hoody that smells like him, she’s finally starting to warm up. The extra layers and the caffeine does more than she expected them too. She’s no longer shivering, no longer doubting her right to be here, to come to him, no longer focusing on the tightness of her breath. If it’s not them, it’s him. His company has drawn the chill out and put her head straight again.
He’s sitting opposite her now, looking the same as he had when she arrived. Tired, indifferent, lived-in like she’s seen a thousand times before. If you went back a year, this is how it always was. Angel tired, worn through from the day, and Tati awake, just to be awake with him.
‘You gonna tell me what it is then,’ he says, resting the mug on his thigh. ‘Don’t think I’ve ever seen you worked up enough to go walking round, freezing your ass off. Not since that Potter bullshit, anyway.’
Not since the DEA had a target on Angel’s back and she was helpless to it. Just like now, really. Different shooter, same victim.
‘What’s got you so spooked?’ he asks, insistent on it now, and nudging the hesitance out of her.
‘Honestly,’ she pauses, incase she changes her mind last minute, and tucks the confession back to bed, before deciding, no, fuck it. She is, and she’ll tell him. ‘I’m scared, Angel. Like, really fucking scared.’
He frowns, which isn’t the reaction she was expecting. She didn’t think he’d crumble, obviously, or rush over to comfort her, but she expected more than that at least. More than brows tucked together and a squint like he can’t make her out.
‘The shit with EZ, Yuma. You.’ She forces a breath. ‘It’s freaking me out.’
‘But why?’ he asks. ‘None of this is new to you.’
She scoffs, yeah, that she’s aware of. It’s been years since she had the right to be surprised, or overly concerned, about club business. But this is different. Because they’re different.
‘Before, if something happened to you…’ She puts her hands to her face, fingertips against her temples then combing through her hair. ‘Fuck, I don’t know how to say this without sounding like I’m saying something I’m not.’
His lips pull down around the mouthful of coffee he’s just taken, a grimace, almost, as he swallows. ‘You wanna translate that for me?’ he says afterwards, nervous humour in his voice. ‘The fuck does that mean?’
He expects her to laugh back, probably, to tell him to engage his brain for once, but the words are already fighting through the lump in her throat. Now’s not the time to waste them with jokes, or bickering. Whatever the fuck it is they do now.
‘If something happened to you,’ she explains, slowly, ‘like, right now.’ She gulps, and the more she speaks, the more she’s sure she shouldn’t—but there it goes, out of her lips anyway. ‘I don’t know that I wouldn’t spend my whole life regretting how we left things. How we’re leaving things.’
He looks down, away from her, like the woven rug beneath his feet is calling his name. She carries on like she hasn’t noticed. Don’t read into it, Pidge. It’s too late to go back now.
‘I’m not saying we should get together again. Or assuming you’d even…God. I don’t know.’ It’s not making any more sense now she’s putting it out there, a voice to the thoughts that’ve been tormenting her all week. If anything, it’s just tightening their grip on her, stirring the worry into a real threat. ‘It just feels different now, and it scares me.’
She waits for a nod, a reaction. He doesn’t move.
‘I can’t stop thinking about wasted time,’ she admits.
He snorts then, so sudden that it’s a surprise to both. ‘Wasting what? I see you all the time, Tati. We’re, y’know.’ He shrugs. ‘We’re good.’
‘Are we?’
‘Are we not?’
He isn’t getting it. Or maybe she’s the one not getting it. Maybe the only thing stopping her from saying that she would want to fix things, to get back together, is the self-awareness that she shouldn’t. Can’t. Won’t, until he gives any sign that he’s thinking it too.
‘Let’s just leave it,’ she says, falling into the cushion behind. ‘I’m clearly not thinking straight.’
Clearly, the shock of their rescue mission, of EZ half dead and bloodied, has taken a week to hit her, caught up at last and pushed her off the rails—straight into Angel’s easy-lounger. She doesn’t want to be with him—it doesn’t work, didn’t work—she just can’t face losing him, either. That’s all it is. If the worst happens, she doesn’t want to have forfeited her right to mourn.
Angel sighs, leaning back as she had, in his own seat on the couch. His arm goes up behind his head, face pointed to the ceiling. Thinking, hopefully, running desperate through his rationale the way she is. ‘You know, for once, Pidge, I actually think you should keep talking.’
She snorts. ‘Let me guess, so I can bore you to sleep?’
‘Nah.’ He rocks his head—a shake without any of the effort—and ignores her sarcasm completely. ‘So I can understand,’ he says. ‘You know I don’t think about stuff like this. Just block it out and keep shit moving.’
‘Yeah, maybe I should try that.’ Her method hasn’t helped tonight. It’s only made things worse, made her problem, his. ‘I don’t even know what I’m saying,’ she admits. ‘I’m just so fucking scared of regretting things. I don’t want to regret this,’ she points between him and herself, though he isn’t watching, ‘but I know that we don’t work.’
There’s a mark still, invisible but printed around them both. They had gotten worse and worse; bickering, arguing, fighting until they hated each other. It’s been six months now, and it only just starting to fade. Only loosening enough for moments like these.
‘Well, you must know something I don’t,’ he jokes, ‘cause I’m really not seeing the problem.’
‘Yuma,’ she stresses. ‘That shit isn’t just gonna go away, Angel.’
‘Not that part. The you fucking regretting this, part.’ He looks up at last, head lifting from the back of the couch to catch her gaze. ‘Does it look like I’m going anywhere? Shit, does it look like I want you to either? Whatever we got going on, it’s as much as a relationship as it was before.’
‘Angel.’
‘I’m serious.’ A smile creeps onto his features, eyes alight with the joke before he’s even said it. ‘You think I have time to get another girl while you’re still all up in my shit?’
Tati laughs, against her will, but it helps. ‘Asshole.’
‘Like, you really are cramping my style, Pidge.’
‘Okay, stop it. I’m fragile.’ But smiling, somehow, and then the laugh drops into a sigh, and the point of it—the actual point of what he said—comes back like a freight train. He’s not going anywhere. He doesn’t want her to either, regardless of where things stand.
‘Fuck,’ she breathes. He’s made her cry, somehow, but she can lie to herself and say that it’s not him, it’s the night she’s had. It’s the Jeep at the gas station, it’s the blanket round her shoulders and the almost-dead, almost-brother, and not Angel, that’s brought the wet to her eyes. ‘God, I hate this. ’
There’s a gap beside him on the couch, under his bent elbow, and he invites her to it, flicking his chin. ‘Come here,’ he says, soft, familiar. Too late into the night to care about their boundaries. ‘Gonna make me fucking depressed, watching you cry and shit.’
She snorts, standing and bringing her bundle of comforts with her. ‘That was my plan all along,’ she replies, barely managing the sarcasm. ‘Gotta drag you down with me.’
‘Yeah, real sweet.’
His arm drops as she does, settling around her shoulders, as she settles around him. Cheek to his chest, arm threaded between his waist and the cushions. As normal as it used to be. One thing less to regret.
‘You wanna crash here?’ he asks, thumb smoothing over her arm. ‘I’ll take the couch. Drop you back at your car in the morning.’
She should say no, but there are worse things she could do. And he’s warm, warmer than she has been all night, hot beneath her like he’s running a fever.
‘Are you sure?’
He tuts. ‘Man, if you make me beg, I’m taking it back. You can walk your ass right back to where you came from, Tatiana.’
‘Alright,’ she laughs, ‘fine. Thank-you. I’ll take it.’
There are worse things she can do, there are worse things that could happen.
>>> bonus scene
#angel reyes fanfic#angel reyes x oc#angel reyes#mayans mc fanfic#whumpril2023#tati pidge#the way im gonna have to go rename the last one and my links KjSHFKGJH#theyre living in my brain#a land grab
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ༝ ˚ ₊ ‧ ୨୧ . . . MEET THE MEMBERS OF VALLEY OF THE DOLLS !
Are you a new Toymaker who wants to learn the Valley of the Dolls members? Are you trying to pick a bias? Well, you're in luck! Here is where you can learn about the prettiest dolls of STARBORN CREATIVE and REDRUM RECORDS!
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ༝ ˚ ₊ ‧ ୨୧ . . . GWAN SUN-HUI, known professionally as SUNHUI, was born on April 27th, 1995 in Changwon, South Korea. Ever since she was little she was surrounded by music as she was raised in Seoul, South Korea since she was two years old. Both her parents are in the music and entertainment industry, her mother is a producer for one of Korea's biggest music companies, SM Entertainment, while her father is the voice of a well-known Korean music radio show. Growing up she did involuntary training from her mom in hopes that Sunhui would be able to debut and rise to stardom. She was around 15 when she had a falling out with both her parents who kept telling her she had no talent and wouldn't make it anywhere in the entertainment industry; ultimately they forced her out of the house. She then got a job at a small cafe where she met NOA who had told her about REDRUM RECORDS auditioning. The words of her parents echoed in her head as she booked an audition with the motivation to prove them wrong.
STAGE NAME › Sunhui
FULL NAME › Gwan Sun-Hui
BIRTHDAY › April 27th, 1995
BIRTHPLACE › Changwon, South Korea
NATIONALITY › Korean
ETHNICITY › Korean
TRAINING PERIOD › 7 years
POSITION › Sub Vocalist, Main Rapper, Sub Dancer
REPRESENTATIVE FEAR(S) › Thanatophobia (fear of death) + Aichmophobia (fear of sharp objects in general) / Trypanophobia (fear of sharp objects in a medical setting)
FACE CLAIM › Kim Bora / SuA (Dreamcatcher)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ༝ ˚ ₊ ‧ ୨୧ . . . LEE NOA, known professionally as NOA, was born February 12th, 1996 and is the youngest of four children. Growing up, she typically got whatever she asked for as her parents are wealthy CEOs of a joint tech company in the United States and South Korea. She originally went to a prestigious arts academy in the United States as she lived there for six years to live with her father after her parents got divorced. When she turned 17, she returned to South Korea to spend a few years with her mother and brothers. During her first few months back, she had seen promotions for auditions for an entertainment company REDRUM RECORDS and decided to audition while not telling her family as she believed she wasn't going to be chosen.
STAGE NAME › Noa
FULL NAME › Lee Noa
BIRTHDAY › February 12th, 1996
BIRTHPLACE › Busan, South Korea
NATIONALITY › Korean-American
ETHNICITY › Korean-American
TRAINING PERIOD › Seven Months
POSITION › Main Dancer, Lead Vocalist
REPRESENTATIVE FEAR(S) › Somniphobia (fear of sleep) + Taphophobia (Fear of being buried alive / suffocation)
FACE CLAIM › Kang Seulgi (Red Velvet)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ༝ ˚ ₊ ‧ ୨୧ . . . YOON HYOJIN, known professionally as LILITH, was born on April 15th, 1997. As the oldest sibling of four children, and because her parents were not around much due to constantly traveling for work, she and her siblings learned to care for themselves and each other. In 2017, all four siblings traveled to New York, USA, in order to finish their studies closer to their parents. While there, Hyojin learned about STARBORN CREATIVE and auditioned for the United States branch of the company. After only one year of training, Hyojin moved back to South Korea with her siblings and soon debuted in Valley of the Dolls.
STAGE NAME › Lilith
FULL NAME › Yoon Hyojin
ENGLISH NAME › Sidney Yoon
BIRTHDAY › April 15th, 1997
BIRTHPLACE › Anyang, Gyeonggi, South Korea
NATIONALITY › Korean-American
ETHNICITY › Korean
TRAINING PERIOD › One year
POSITION › Leader, Main Dancer, Lead Rapper
REPRESENTATIVE FEAR(S) › Chronophobia (fear of time) + Chronomentrophobia (fear of clocks)
FACE CLAIM › Kim Hyunjung / Seola (WJSN)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ༝ ˚ ₊ ‧ ୨୧ . . . BAE WILLOW, known professionally as WILLOW, was born on May 10th, 1999. As an only child born to a working class family, she was spoiled as much as her parents were able to provide for her. After seeing EXID perform Up & Down, she decided to become an idol and auditioned for STARBORN CREATIVE in 2015. She trained there for three years before debuting in Valley of the Dolls.
STAGE NAME › Willow
FULL NAME › Bae Willow
BIRTHDAY › May 10th, 1999
BIRTHPLACE › Seoul, South Korea
NATIONALITY › Korean
ETHNICITY › Korean
TRAINING PERIOD › Three years
POSITION › Main Vocalist, Main Visual
REPRESENTATIVE FEAR(S) › Achluophobia (fear of darkness) + Claustrophobia (fear of being in constricted, confined spaces)
FACE CLAIM › Lee Gahyeon (Dreamcatcher)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ༝ ˚ ₊ ‧ ୨୧ . . . QIAN BIYA, known professionally as BIYA, was born on November 19th, 1999. She was the only child that her parents had after years of trying. Growing up, her family was never in a good standing financially. She was homeschooled for the majority of her education as her parents couldn't afford to send her to a proper school for her education. It wasn't until she turned 15 that she started taking up small jobs around her city in order to help her family with payments. A small clip of her singing was uploaded and she was eventually contacted by BIGHIT talent scouts and trained under the company after being told she would be paid well if she joined. After three years, with no advancements, she left the company quietly and joined XECOMPANY, now named REDRUM RECORDS where she trained for a little over a year and debuted as one of the six members of VALLEY OF THE DOLLS.
STAGE NAME › Biya
FULL NAME › Qian Biya
BIRTHDAY › November 19th, 1999
BIRTHPLACE › Shanghai, China
NATIONALITY › Chinese
ETHNICITY › Chinese
TRAINING PERIOD › Three years [BIGHIT] ; One and a Half Year [XECOMPANY]
POSITION › Lead Vocalist, Fake Maknae, Center, Sub Rapper
REPRESENTATIVE FEAR(S) › Monophobia (fear of being left alone) + Scopophobia (fear of being watched / stared at)
FACE CLAIM › Ning Yizhuo / Ningning (aespa)
( tw. mentions of running away + faking one's death, implied grooming )
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ༝ ˚ ₊ ‧ ୨୧ . . . TATIANA JANG, known professionally as TATI, was born as Esperanza Jinsol Jang in Cancún, Mexico, to a happy couple and two older siblings on September 20th, 2001. Growing up, she aspired to be like her older sister Reyna and repeatedly followed her to her dance lessons. There, she met a teacher, Darío Hernández, who constantly showered her with praises and ideas to run away from home with him to South Korea, where he told her they could become famous. Despite her parents' (rightful) suspicions, Esperanza listened to Darío, faking her death by leaving behind a set of clothes near a river before running away to Korea with Darío under the name Tatiana in 2015.
Once arriving to Korea, Darío had her work at a restaurant to help pay for their shabby apartment, while he taught classes at a dance studio nearby. She later started busking on the streets and was eventually scouted by STARBORN CREATIVE. Despite the substantial amount of money that was promised, Darío refused to let her go, threatening to leave her stranded in Korea without money if she left him. Tatiana escaped in the middle of the night and begged STARBORN CREATIVE for a place to stay as she trained, which they gave and had Darío arrested and extradited back to Mexico; however he refused to speak of Tatiana and her whereabouts.
Tatiana trained for three years under STARBORN CREATIVE before debuting in the girl group Valley of the Dolls as the maknae, main vocalist, and dancer of the group Tati, still under her false name.
STAGE NAME › Tati
FULL NAME › Tatiana Jang
KOREAN NAME › Jang Aera
BIRTHDAY › September 20th, 2001
BIRTHPLACE › Cancún, Quintana Roo, Mexico
NATIONALITY › Korean-Mexican
ETHNICITY › Korean
TRAINING PERIOD › Three years
POSITION › Maknae, Main Vocalist, Dancer
REPRESENTATIVE FEAR(S) › Philophobia (fear of falling in love)
FACE CLAIM › Park Sujin / Swan (Purple Kiss)
#୨୧ 𝐕𝐎𝐃 : ot6 ─── covered eyes stained with blood#୨୧ 𝐕𝐎𝐃 : sunhui ─── covered eyes stained with blood#୨୧ 𝐕𝐎𝐃 : noa ─── covered eyes stained with blood#୨୧ 𝐕𝐎𝐃 : lilith ─── covered eyes stained with blood#୨୧ 𝐕𝐎𝐃 : willow ─── covered eyes stained with blood#୨୧ 𝐕𝐎𝐃 : biya ─── covered eyes stained with blood#୨୧ 𝐕𝐎𝐃 : tati ─── covered eyes stained with blood#୨୧ 𝐕𝐎𝐃 : profile ─── my only priority#idol!au#idol!oc#idol!addition#oc!kpop#oc!group#oc!soloist#oc!idol#kpop oc#oc kpop#oc kpop idol#kpop oc idol#fictional idol community
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Ein thoughts:
Tatiana is now aplatonic (she hates it when people start to calling her a 'friend' without asking. She has a casual aqcuaintance which doesn't do this and she appreciates it very much)
Luna is multigender and she's gonna have a gender crisis mid-story
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slight nudity but it's okay enough for tumblr I think lol. Tati is not listening to this boy at all. In one ear out the other as they say.
both characters are women
#oc story: connect the dots dummy#my art#Tati is a funny woman#also dang she's really small or is Joey just really big#the answer is both#Tati is 5'1 and Joey is 6'3#yes i did change their height again
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welcome to chapter 3 !!! i stole AFI's love like winter for this post. i alsot should acknowledge that 'fruit bats' is a real band with a very different vibe from the fictional fruit batz lol :) if there are any typos, no there aren't.
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transcript includes the wiki bio ! wiki psd can be found here
transcript:
Tati arrives around 4PM at the Copperdale library to meet Diego.
TATI: Hi.
DIEGO: Hey.
A short but awkward silence follows.
TATI: So...what do you know about vampires?
DIEGO: Not much...but I do know where a lot of them live. Have you heard of Forgotten Hollow?
TATI: Yeah! Have you heard of Fruit Batz? They're my favorite band! My boyfriend doesn't like them--more of a BMTH fan. But, anyway! Their frontman Caleb Vatore is from there.
DIEGO: Oh yeah, Fruit Batz! I love their second album 'bloodsuckerz'. Too bad Caleb quit after that.
TATI: Oh my god yeah. He's basically a recluse now from what I've heard.
DIEGO: The only thing I remember about him was that he was like, an out-vampire? Like he didn't hide that he was drinking plasma.
TATI: Yeah! He was so punk rock for that. My favorite song was 'Love Like Winter'. Have you heard it?
DIEGO: No.
TATI: I have to show you it. One sec.
[gif of caleb and his band mates performing Love Like Winter (a real song)]
it's in the blood, it's in the blood
i met my love before i was born
he wanted my love, i taste of blood
he bit my lip, and drank my war
DIEGO (laughing): That hair sure was a moment.
TATI: I'm sure you've had a few questionable hair choices.
DIEGO: What? This beautiful shag? Never!
TATI: OK you have to see his hair at the end of his career (furiously googling)
DIEGO: OK, I know about their manager Miss Hell and the messy break up--who is 'Vladius Strod' and why is he mentioned!?
TATI: Huh. I think this is new. Vladislaus Straud IV...
cw: implication of murder/violence
vlad's wiki bio
Count Vladislaus "Vlad" Straud IV (birthdate unknown), renowned musician and entrepreneur is the descendant of Count Vladislaus Straud I. His ancestor immigrated with a settling party and founded what became Forgotten Hollow. It remains a mystery what happened of the settlers, though there are many contested theories. Vlad is known for his charitable donations toward the Forgotten Hollow
Symphony and his inheritance of his father's company Vladislaus Hardware.
Vlad was a notable organist on SNL in the 1980s. However, after an incident on Sims Night Live, he walked off set and never returned. It is unknown what triggered the incident nor is it known what happened to Miss Hell, that night's host, whom mysteriously disappeared for two weeks afterward.
His most recent public appearance was in a rare interview with The Copperdale Times in 2010. It was much discussed in online forums and Social Bunny, but he has not made an appearance since then. When asked about the SNL incident, or his relationship with former Fruit Batz band member Caleb Vatore, he laughed it off.
Notably, Vatore and Straud had a duel (as is vampiric custom) at sunset. Straud won, and now the Vatores hold a grudge against him. There is much speculation that the reason for this duel has to do with their differing beliefs about feeding on Sims.
Vlad is a well-known advocate for vampirism and is an out and about vampire. He believes it is the right of the vampire to feed on Sims as it is the right of the Sim to eat meat. When asked to clarify his position on consent of the Sim, he scoffed.
In the 1990s, Vlad was detained and arrested on suspicion of murder. A young man's body was found in the alley dumpster behind the well-known gay bar Martini. The young man had two bite marks on his thigh. It made international news when Vlad was acquitted of all charges.
DIEGO: There's been FOUR of them? I thought vampires were immortal...
TATI: Hm. Do you think we should send Vlad an e-mail? Maybe an interview with him would be good for research?
DIEGO: Yeah. I'll ask Mr. Flowers about it tomorrow. What better way to learn about a culture than from someone apart of it.
TATI: Oh shoot. It's almost 7. My turn to make dinner. Gotta go! Let me know what Mr. Flowers say!
DIEGO: Yeah! See ya!
DIEGO (softly): Shit.
Tati is out of earshot and on her way to her rusty truck and does not hear this.
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This butch is an absolute menace to Tati's sanity and patience
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tatiana/speirs, dead but pretty for the ask game?
Ooooh this is delicious, thank you for suggesting this! 😊 I am going to take a little outing away from their main fic right now, as I have an AU that's just perfect for this occasion: rockstar Speirs criticized popstar Tati a little too publicly for her one-size-fits-all sugar-sweet albums, after which she dared him to write her a new song she could sing.
dead but pretty
He thinks she’s going to balk at the lyrics – her horde of screaming fans will undoubtedly dissect every scrap of them, and there are only so many ways you can interpret these – but he’s not even rewarded with the familiar raise of an eyebrow this time.
Petrova’s hand tucks a few stray hairs, escaped from her braids that look like some sort of absurd crown, behind her ears before she picks up her pen and begins to annotate the lyrics – his lyrics, written for her in the vain attempt to get her and her pink-colored circus off his fucking back for all eternity – with nothing more than too-neat cursive and carefully drawn key changes. She’s humming under her breath, wrinkling her nose as she hits the bridge, and then she’s shifting into a voice that’s different from anything of hers that he’s previously heard on the radio.
“– let me keep you a little longer,” comes the slow, velvet-colored whisper, “carve your heart up into a c-a-a-a-age”– and, fuck, the whining pitch she ends on is something that carries its own haunting – “keep you with me, keep you pretty,” she spits, voice contorting on the word as though it harbors more venom than he thought, and then there’s laughter on the next notes, “ain’t that what you say to dead girls like me these days?”
Ron sits, stares, wonders as Petrova – no, Tatiana, she’s Tatiana now that she’s singing something so thoroughly fucked-up as though she’s lived every single moment of being one of those dead-but-pretty almost final girls – looks up from the page and shoots him a dazzling, most radiant smile between a high-pitched “kill me” and a sotto voce “I’ll haunt you until you’re dead”.
#ron x tatiana#basilonefic#listen this AU and me have an ongoing flirtation okay#I'm just dying over Speirs-as-a-rockstar#you know he's enigmatic enough for it#and Tati's just perfect as a popstar who's selling out stadiums but still takes the time to show up at Speirs's gig just to chew him out#anyway this IS five sentences but they're just very long lol#five sentence fics#oc: tatiana
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Second part of my OC mini sketch dump, I drew his partner last time so I had to draw him now or else I couldn’t rest
It sucks the only thing I now about them is the story I want to portray and even so I don’t know where to start but bringing them to life (finally) is definitely a start!
First part here!
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#oc#original character#original character design#character design#character#character studies#study#sketch#sketches#character sketches#royalty#squire#digital art#art#krita#tati ilustra
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I want to put my work there more, but I can't decide on one solid platform to use. I guess I'll continue using them all (Wattpad, Tumblr, Quotev) I also wanna get into AO3.
Here's a little taste
His eyes danced about the titles plucking a book piling them into her waiting arms. Taking their pile of research to a table he sits with her even going over some of the corrections and mistakes the books have.
"Why are they depicted as animals, but in our form?" She asks.
"Very good question." he praises with a lopsided smile. "Animals are sacred..." he begins. "Perhaps it is a simple way for us to understand a higher power."
"We could be facing a second coming of gods today." she says drawing his eye. "Spiderman, Antman, Falcon, Hawkeye. Black widow." she references.
"That's a unique way of thinking." he chuckles. "Maybe you're right."
At the check out desk. "Thank you..." she trails off realizing she didn't get his name. Glancing at his nametag. "...Steven." she smiles, catching his eyes. "You make Egyptian lore very..." she trails off for the right word.
"Boring. I'm sorry I must have talked your ear off." He apologizes, continuing to scan her books.
"Entertaining." She chirps. "I was going to say entertaining." taking the receipt, "I hope to learn more in the future if you don't mind." She flutters her lashes collecting her bags.
"Y-Yeah. Of course." He stutters.
"See you 'round, Steven with a V."
"Bye, Levii." Returning with a stiff wave handing back her library card. "With two I's." he watches her leave, staring at the doors a few moments more.
"Quit it." Steven grumbles.
"Quit what?" Marc asks his reflection shrugs with a cocked brow in the computer monitor's screen.
"I can feel your eyes. Judging me." Steven grumbles.
"Levii with two I's." He repeats.
#Moon knight x female oc#female oc#oc#Moonknight#oscar isaac#marvel#ethan hawke#Wattpad#fanfiction#khonshu#steven grant#marc spector#steven grant x female oc#marc spector x female oc#tati gabrielle
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