I'll take it if it comes in orange

A creative with too many ideas and not enough energy to make them all. | 21 years old | They/Them |

[orangejuicetoast42]

Shaking off the rust.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Coli was right by their side, being uncharacteristically quiet but that made sense due to the setting. They were staying right beside Luz, occasionally looking up to their friend to check in. He was also making sure to keep a fierce guard of Torch, who also sat on the blanket.

The palisman wasn’t awake yet, nor had he shown any big signs that he’d wake up soon since the near incident a few weeks ago. Neither of the children minded, even if it meant they had to wait a little longer to truly meet their new friend. Both liked the fact that Torch was comfortable enough to take his time, or that at least was the reason they agreed to be true.

So until he was ready, Luz and Coli would take him wherever they could to make sure he was safe. That even included the graveyard where it wasn’t too hard to keep an eye on the scorpian.

Speaking of being watched over, Luz wasn’t the only human occupying the blanket. Their mami, in a fierce show of strength, had managed to stay mostly composed as she sat with Luz. The pain in her eyes was clear and the stiffness of her posture showed her inner struggle. Not that Luz faulted her for that, how could they?

It hurt them just as much to stare at their father’s grave. But the fact that the two Nocedas were there together this time made it a bit easier.

“Do you think he misses us?” Perhaps a little too easy as the words slipped out of Luz’s mouth with no resistance.

A few more glimpses of the years leading up to Luz and Coli's departure to the Boiling Isles.

[orangejuicetoast42]

Backpack / Cryptid

Inktober / Huntober

[orangejuicetoast42]

Some sketches of these three's current designs. I like to think that even though Bubble can float, he still rests on Pomni's head for the heck of it. She's annoyed about it but strangely doesn't try to make him get off.

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Decided to take a minute and work on my style/character design for Pomni. I will say that I'm on the right track but both could still use some work.

[orangejuicetoast42]

Screw it, I felt pretty good about my sketch practice today so I wanted to post it here. I have this dumb fear about others seeing what I draw so it's time to start getting over that!

Not much going on here, just trying to nail down my style and work on expressions, with a little bit of doodling.

[orangejuicetoast42]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

For once, things were actually going alright. That was probably not a statement Luz should have been celebrating, but lately, she had been questioning a lot of things she once thought she should or shouldn’t do. Or the things she thought she couldn’t do. And honestly, what did those things mean to her?

How much was she willing to put on the line for the happiness of those she cared about? What was she willing to do to show that she was in control now? Is there anything she was willing to let go of in order to move forward?

For right now the one thing she couldn’t let go of was the uneasy feeling from being in a crowd She wasn’t exactly afraid of the people that made up the tour group, her mind never coming close to that thought. But she wasn’t exactly trusting of them either.

[veronikamagic1214]

The fan fiction from "OJtoastLiterature" called "Starry Light" got better and I liked it so much that I started writing fragments in the comments. And then I decided to try to draw something for this fan fiction and that's what happened.

If someone wants to read it, here is the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42976500

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The official mark that you made it as a fanfic writer!

Huge shout out to VeronicaMagic1214 for making this and always being willing to put up with my ramblings in the comments!

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Luz was forced to drown throughout the class period, never allowed to take in a breath of air. Though maybe it was better that way. It certainly made time tick by faster.

“Alright you guys, that’s enough for our little contest. It’s clear to see who lost.” Mr. Kurtz jabbed while looking directly at Luz.

“Time to head off to your special class for today, so line up.”

While everyone else hopped up and raced to form a line like usual, Luz was still on autopilot so took a second longer to register the order and comply. Like always, she ended up at the back of the line with Carter in the position before her. Even with his eyes looking elsewhere, she knew his focus was solely on her. So in turn that was one of the two things she could focus on as the class left the room. Putting one foot in front of the other, and the ever-present gaze that cast scorn on her very soul.

[orangejuicetoast42]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Yet another difference, Phillip needed control and would make demands of anyone who he felt needed to listen to him. He usually just did it in a way where they didn’t sound like demands, rather strongly advised ideas that made you believe you came up with them. But he wasn’t in the mood to use his usual tactics.

And Coli wasn’t in the mood to call him out for being mean. If that’s the game he wanted to play then they would show him how seriously they took playing.

So no further words were exchanged between the two as Phillip trekked down the hill and toward the town. Though the strained sounds of grunts and heavy breaths that slipped past his lips occasionally filled the silence.

[orangejuicetoast42]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Camila expected that she would be doing so for a good five minutes, so she was quite surprised when Luz suddenly shift from her position on the ground and lunged into her arms while burying her gave into the mother’s frame.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry-” Luz mumbled in between each hitch in her breathing.

“Shhh, Luz please none of that right now. Just take a big breath for me. Like how I taught you. In for four, out for eight.”

Luz had trouble following the instructions at first, but once Camila started to breathe with her it became easier with each passing minute. Soon the room was no longer filled with the tearful screams of a distressed child but rather the watery hiccups of a child who was exhaustedly slumped into her mother’s arms. 

And the mother was not keen on letting go anytime soon, the talk could wait for another time she didn’t care. All she cared about was making sure her Luz was taken care of, and that didn’t require talking.

[orangejuicetoast42]

heHA! Another fellow orange enjoyer! May the orange soon rule over!

Anyways I just decided to slip an slide into here because I caught your tumblr name from the starry light fic, great work btw its a really interesting concept and I think you pulled it off very well!

I just wanted to say keep up the great work and have a great day and or night!

Thanks for reaching out, always glad to meet others who see that orange reins supreme! I'm so happy to hear that you enjoyed my work and are liking the story so far. Trust me, there is a lot more to come. Hope you have a great day or night as well!

[orangejuicetoast42]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The drive over was a standard affair which ended with the usual but never stale kiss on the forehead and exchange of I love you before the car slowly pulled off leaving Luz and Coli to skulk through the halls for another monotonous day. And yes, Luz would describe the day as monotonous even if she wasn’t completely sure about the usage of that word.

School was the same as it always was. The same poorly hidden stares and whispers as Luz walked the halls, the same forced greeting from Mr. Kurtz as she entered his room which would inevitably lead to the same attempts to make her the joke of the class. Rinse and repeat the mockery for a few hours until she was told to stand in the same line to be led away from the torment for at least a short period.

[orangejuicetoast42]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

As much as she was dreading it, Luz’s return date to school was quickly approaching, now less than a week away. She knew her excused absences from school would only last for so long, but it didn’t feel long enough. The fact that she still had to do homework didn’t help.

“Uggh, math. Just listening to you do it is boring, so doing must be way worse. Don’t you want to play with me instead?”

“Well, yeah…but I can’t. I need to get this stuff done, which shouldn’t be too much longer. Plus, mami says that math is important.”

“That it is, cariño.” Camila agreed, unknowingly startling Luz and Coli. 

The three had been at the kitchen table for some while, though the older Noceda had been so quiet, and the kids had been so focused on their own things that they honestly forgot she was there. She wasn’t usually that much of a loud person, but Camila did tend to become eerily silent when she was focused on something or thinking. That something this time was the stack of papers and invoices she needed to sort and settle. It had been a while since she had to do things like this alone.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Luz nodded along and then watched as her mami did as she said needed to be done. The cream was a little itchy but the bandages kind of made her look cool so she didn’t mind. More than anything she was just glad all of these things were getting treated. Speaking of which…

“Oh yeah, mami. I also got a cut on my hand from when I first found Coli’s shard.”

“A cut where, wait what do you mean shard?”

“Yeah look.” Taking her newly wrapped left hand from her mother so that she could transfer the shard to it and show both the piece of glass and her cut. She was expecting her mom to fuss over her hand more but apparently, she had other plans.

“LUZ, WHY DO YOU HAVE A PIECE OF GLASS!?”

[jess-the-vampire]

You know what we should be doing as fans? We should be getting excited, making countdowns, analyzing the heck outta the new posters and promos for the episode coming out.

We should be making theories, getting hyped up, having watch parties and rewatching the show for the new episode.

But no.

Screenshot leaks of the ending is one thing, leaking the ENTIRE EPISODE is ANOTHER. its bad enough ITunes fucked up THIS bad, but the fans spreading it everywhere with no care in the world? TheOwlClub, a place Dana PROMOTED to people to watch the show on and trusted?

You know why its important to watch the corporate uploads and premiere dates? Because it shows the crew how much you care, because it shows DISNEY how much you care.

Disney has already treated the show poorly as is and if anyone wants a CHANCE of Disney approving of new content for this series and NOT throwing it in the trash you better goddamn support this episode when it premieres.

These are our final episodes, these are episodes we should CHERISH getting to see after everything the crew had to go through and the fact after this the show will be over.

ITunes and Disney are guilty of uploading it for some godamm reason but all of YOU are JUST as guilty for ruining it for everyone else and letting it get even WORSE.

As for TheOwlClub, way to lose everyone's respect for the sake of clout instead of being grateful for the show that brought you to existence. Every mod who agreed to uploading it should be ashamed.

If you participated in the spreading of this mess, don't bother following me, you clearly have shown no respect for creators or artists.

[orangejuicetoast42]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Now, Luz was no stranger to getting hurt, she had always been a rather curious kid and that curiosity tended to need a first aid kit and the rare hospital visit to compensate. But this wasn’t on the same pain level as a skinned elbow or instilled the same fear as swallowing a bolt. This was much great than any situation she was in before because it was all hitting her at once.

Luz, a small and vulnerable child, was who knows where in a forest filled with too many dangers to count with no idea how to get out other than a very vague sense of direction. And even if she did know how to get back to the part, she was so overcome by the pain of everything that’s happened that she wasn’t even sure she could make it back.

This would have been a more than fitting time to use one of the bad words her mom scolded her not to use, if not for the fact that all she could do was cry.