#lomana

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Artflow AI Generated OC Portraits!

Tagged by @bloodlessheirbyjacques

I didn’t use this much but I did toy around with my main duo soooo

Haven (who is remarkably more of a Handsy Boy than I imagined lol)

Lomana (she usually has shorter hair but the rest felt less accurate)

Tagging: @ayzrules​ @athenixrose @howdywrites​ @perringwrites​ @druidx​

[daydreamodyssey]

≣: hand holding with haven and lomana 🥺♥️

(Thank you for the ask! Probably more than hand holding but it’s still a focus)

≣: hand holding 

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The two masked and armored explorers panted, the arduous fight against multiple trident-faced invaders taking its toll. Yet they suffered only blunt bruises and could relax knowing they were safe. Their blue and yellow auras dimming, and their armor shifting into smaller and smaller forms until they were mere balls to be pocketed. They took off their masks as they examined each other for scrapes.

“How’re you holding, Lo?” Haven wondered.

“So far, so good,” she answered. “My body’s a little stiff, but nothing major.”

He nodded. “We’ve been armored so long, I don’t blame you.” He twirled his fingers around and ran them through dry orange grass.

“You need to touch everything, don’t you?”

“Kinda, yeah.”

She chuckled. “Well, while you’re doing that, my hands are freezing up. This wind is awful and grass is not going to help.”

“Here, I’ll warm ‘em up. Mine’s always close to burning up and I need ‘em colder anyway.”

“My, my, what a gentleman.” She snickered and presented her hand in a mock daintily fashion. “But no funny business.”

He shook his head with a smirk. His hand clasped hers, and true to his word, he was warm. It felt soothing like life was returning to her joints. She closed her eyes at the heat and smiled. Her soft noises came and went when he felt his fingers. She looked down and saw him gently move his hand swim across her own, riding along the bumps of her knuckles and joints.

It was an almost primal curiosity, his eyes softly blinking but otherwise mesmerized by her hand and its sensation. Her skin tone could not show her blushing, but she was delighted by his calm affection. He hit a ticklish part of her, and her giggle caused him to stop and come back to reality.

“Ah, I’m sorry about- I didn’t mean to do that!” He spluttered, reeling his hand back.

“I didn’t mind,” she cooed and held his hand closer to her. “Like you said, we were in our armor too long.”

She fluttered her eyes without thinking, and the two spent a moment next to each other. The feeling of their hands together gave them cozy relief. Fists were alright and even satisfying, but palms and interlocking fingers hit a different need.

The wind’s breeze grew into a gust, motioning them to get up and continue lest they get swept up in a squall. They stood up at the same time and pressed on. After several seconds Lomana looked down to see they were still holding hands and stifled a cackle. This caught Haven as he looked down too with a mirthful laugh, causing her laughter to release with him. Their joy quieted, but they did not let go. The firm warmth of their hands were a link in this loud zephyr, and they rambled on to a shelter of some kind to continue this closeness.

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Tender

The blue and orange wearing Haven stumbled next to a massive tree, covering up his bleeding and breathing, while the yellow and black wearing Lomana followed with a scowl.

“You’re going to get yourself killed trying to save everything you see! Fool...”

Haven turned to her with a grimace. His battered, marred arms carried a shivering, small alien nestling to his warm body. The pale orange feline being slowly calmed against his rich blue outfit.

“I didn’t go in willy-nilly. I had a plan, thought up the odds, and knew I’d take this little guy and me alive.”

“With me helping you.”

“Even better odds,” he smiled cheekily.

Lomana scoffed and applied thick green goo to heal his wounds despite Haven’s gritting teeth and stomping the ground.

“Oh, relax, you baby,” Lomana smirked. “It’s just med-gel. How on earth you don’t stop after those trident attacks but flinch and groan from medicine is beyond me.”

Haven shrugged. “Didn’t think I was that hurt back there. I just wanted it safe.” He paused and his voice lowered. “And you know what they do to anything that can’t fight back.”

Lomana exhaled and pushed that thought away while she bandaged the arm with faint touches to avoid aggravating the sensitive parts. She was frustrated by his behavior, and she was frustrated by herself when she struggled to act like him. What did he gain from this?

“Haven,” she probed. “What if… this was your last rescue?”

Haven look perplexed and ruminated on what she meant.

“I don’t know. It’s not a bad way to die. Saving others, y’know. I’d just do more good if I was alive.”

Lomana smiled, accepting that answer for now. She finished bandaging him and leaned close to his shoulder. Her hand gently reached for the alien, causing it to startle, but it eased as Haven’s soft hand rubbed its ear. Her free hand held onto Haven’s recovering wound as she pet the unknown being.

“I hope it’s not the last one,” Lomana said. “Even if it’s sapient, it’s too young to talk to us. We will have to find a trusted place where its family can find it.”

Haven nodded with a long face. He never saw himself as a caregiver, yet abandoning this new youth pained his heart, even if it sounded logical. Lomana sensed this anxiety and leaned her head next to his. The three sat in huddled warmth underneath the towering tree’s protection as sunlight dimmed. The alien rested with steady breaths and chirped softly with an ear flicking. Both saw the action and chuckled, taking turns watching for threats and petting the newcomer.

“I think Chirp’s a good name for now,” Lomana cooed. “Short and sweet.”

Haven agreed and made little falsetto chirping sounds, causing Lomana to snort and stifle a cackle. Happy and calm, the trio rested before embarking onward, still cradling the strange young alien.

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@artbyeloquent dared me to write flash fiction under 500 words, and @druidx dared me to write under 3 hours with a story around “tender” and both felt in sync so I combined them together! Thank you both!

[odysseywritings]

Lomana: *flutters eyes, comes closer*

Haven: What is this? Are you in pain?

Lomana: I'm flirting, genius. I want to kiss you.

Haven: W- On the lips?

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Haven: Everytime I get into a fight with someone, I offer them half of a sandwich as amends. Food is the best way to build friendship.

Lomana: YOU'RE the reason we're running out of bread?!

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Haven: (used to winter snow) Hey I'm going to make a man, wanna join?

Lomana: (not used to it) What?!

Haven: Then we can snowball fight and sled ride down a hill!

Lomana: You crazy bastard, I'm in!

[odysseywritings]

Lomana’s journal: Very fine writing, surrounded by borders with drawn skulls, wings, roses

Haven’s journal: BIG letters and spaces between words, short but descriptive sentences, stars for borders, lots of creature doodles of varying detail, coolness, and cuteness

Others seeing this can describe their characters’ writings too!

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Non-canon Halloween H & L

“Haven, do you have any ideas for decorating the ship?” Lomana asked with controlled enthusiasm. “Halloween is an important time in a young child’s fear threshold.”

“Plenty,” he said as he hands several papers of simple but understood drawings. Among these are wizards and witches shooting lightning, a full dragon motif from front to back, and an undecipherable bearded man.

“Care to tell me what this one is?”

“A folk hero called Rezguul. But not really a hero because he probably killed 3 people. A folk villain? He freaked me out as a kid because I may have seen him in the woods with a bottle.”

“Hmm.” She did not have time unwrapping that baggage. “Let’s start with the, uh, more universal designs.” She scanned the rest and an idea clicked with her. “Oh, I know! We can make paper-mache bats and you can use your gel bubbles to make them float!”

“And your yellow dust can make glowing eyes!” His leg fidgeted from a slew of ideas until Lomana held a finger up to signal him on just one thing at a time. “We could… Yeah, we could paint the ship looking all rotted and play some horror movie sounds really loud.”

“Oh, the children will be so mortified,” she sang, resting her cheek on her clutched hands.

(fluff below)

In a time of strife and ongoing threats, the two relished the chance to indulge in lighthearted events. Disillusioned by many other festivals, this was a shared interest where their creativity transferred from surviving perils and powerful foes to healthy interests. Their breaks consisted of leisure time outdoing each other in telling the scariest stories and sharing a space watching horror movies. Lomana was always surprised with how Haven was as interested with the macabre as her when his focused gaze glued to viscera and tense moments.

Haven did not always have a love of horror, especially the more realistic and graphic depictions reminding of real incidents. He eased up after Lomana suggested cheesier B-movies with obvious costumes for riffing. His anxiety lowered and he would soon take up a variety of eerie films, some of which even unsettled Lomana including one about a man’s transformation into an insect. Not that she really minded as she had company in the form of a true blue monster fighter.

On his part, Haven enjoyed being a protector in a harmless setting. His life prior to meeting Lomana was a history of being perceived as too small to scare off dangers while looking too offbeat to inspire comfort for others. But he enjoyed being this rock to her in tense moments ranging from interdimensional murderers to silver screen zombies. She rarely had fearful lapses from her capable and logical demeanor, yet they still caught him in a guardian role. The fact that she could be vulnerable around him in turn caused him to relax in his thinking.

He wrapped his arm around Lomana, enveloping her in warmth until the terror visibly subsided. Her relief was wonderful in the safety sense, but Haven also softened when seeing her body language. Loose gestures that followed with a large reaffirming grin and deep brown eyes that always turned him pink and a little bashful. Any moment of silence felt serene even as the TV played a hokey death with red food coloring for blood. It was a strange holiday for tenderness, but neither one was complaining.