I just also wanna thank everyone for always supporting me. My mutuals, and all the discord server members. Yall are such wonderful people. I dont get to socialize often / have to stay home alot due to my health. So all your friendships and our community have certainly made my life a lot brighter. I am happy I have somewhere to share my wackiness and be weird XD❤️❤️❤️
Enjoy this goofy rushed work of the boo crew and featuring Latte and Viktor lol.
I HAVE BEEN WORKIN HARD ON THE BENEDRYL COMIC!!! I wanna have it do e before Christmas so I can do chrismas special art of the Ghost boys. So as a fun little wip update i will show some parts of the comics!
Just a little short fic i whipped up of Latte's reason for growing her hair.
Thanks to @moosch for letting me reference Nameless!
The mundane clicks and clacks of the keyboard and mouse fill the med bay's rare silence. Latte is finishing her 12-hour shift with some charting, entering the necessary interventions she had completed, editing their charts, and updating wound dressing changes or evaluation results. Her fingers flew across the keyboard as she softly sang. She typed up her handover notes while waiting for the oncoming shift nurse’s arrival to give them handover reports.
Two soldiers assisting a fellow private with a sprained ankle slowly strolled a few meters behind her. The trio of men sauntered toward the med bay exit. Their conversation turned from their favourite nurses to what kind of girls the men were into. Latte attempted to feign ignorance, not wanting to hear the juvenile locker room talk from the young men. But she did roll her eyes with mild disapproval, unknown to the three, who continued their callous topic.
“Ohh Yeah, she's niceee. Called me ‘hun’ and ‘sweetie’ when she checked my shit.” the injured soldier proclaims as he describes his enjoyment in being called pet names by an older female nurse.
“The blonde?”
“Yeah, man! With nice long hair, I like that in a gal.” the first affirms.
“I getcha. I like 'em with long hair too.” the third soldier finally spoke up.
“Short hair doesn't do it for me, it's too… Dude-like?”
“Ehh, it's okay, but long is forreal better. Those high ponies or whatever they call it? Something for me to grab,” the second one crudely pronounces. The men laugh in agreement.
Latte’s face turns from a frown to worry as the soldiers chat. She reaches up, touching the layered, frayed ends of her hair—until the first one speaks again.
“Wait, nah, it depends on the style for me. A bob? Sure. Maybe even a neat pixie. I just really don't like those messy, shaggy, scattered types.” He shakes his head,
“Looks like it’s burnt, uneven as fuck.”
Latte freezes at the statement of disdain for messy hair layers. She takes out her phone and taps open the front camera. Using her phone as a camera, she turns her head at varying angles, observing her hair. It was roughly cut to get hair out of her face and for easy washing. It could be better, but it's okay. Right? It is better than looking burnt off. Right??
“Wait, guys. Shh! Look!” the third guy suddenly pipes up, pointing at Latte’s back when he notices her nearby. Latte hears them but pretends not to see, not wanting to engage with the men.
“Oh yeah, wouldn't be into that–”
“No, dude, that's LT Walker’s girl. Shut up.” He cuts off his friend curtly, panic evident in his tone. But it seems like his friend is a tad denser.
“Doesn't Hesh also like longer hair?”
“I don't know, but she sometimes bakes treats for us when we get out here… And I’m not about to risk pissing off the Lieutenant! Let's skedaddle before she hears us.”
The men shuffle out as fast as possible while helping their limping friend, leaving Latte to her thoughts.
She stares into her mirror that night, rubbing and twirling a lock of her messy hair between her fingers. Fluffing out the layers and analyzing the shape of her wolf cut. Her last cut was around a couple of months ago, and with her hair growing so fast, another trim was due. The layers are currently down to her shoulder blades, just a little longer, and she can tie it up.
After much contemplation and consideration, she sighs. She puts the thinning scissors back into their cover and steps into the shower. Opting to keep growing it.
A few months later, Hesh stepped out of the shower and walked to his room. He greeted Nameless as he passed her in the hallway, watching her enter Keegan’s room before slipping into his room where Latte sat. She was visiting him for the night. While he rubbed the towel on his head, drying the water droplets off his scalp, he eyed Latte’s silhouette from the back. Observing her in casual civilian clothing after work and tapping her pencil as she sat deep in thought, working through the practice exam questions. Walking up behind her, he leaned down to kiss the top of her head and gently smoothed her ponytail, whistling, impressed at the speed of the hair growth.
“Oh hey, I didn't realize it’s long enough to be put up now.” He pointed out, feeling the texture of her silky black tresses.
“Any reason for the change?”
Latte smiled warmly at Hesh and looked up from her license upgrade prep, the conversation she had overheard from those immature soldiers resurfacing in her mind. She chuckled and waved the thought away,
“Check the supply room, shes probably crying in there.”
Meet Latte!
Latte is a young but over worked nurse in the midst of a post ODIN nursing shortage. They will hire anything alive to be nurses now. Its certainly easy to be hired…but man is it tough work. What kind of a name is Latte anyway??
“My mom saw it on a cafe poster and thought it was cute…technically its my english name!”
“Whats your real name?”
“Well…Its ShuXin.”
“Shu…Zeen? Zin??”
“…”
“…Is that right?”
“Latte is fine.”
(Its been a while since I drew anything for myself!! Welcome Latte to this world, my little sorta self insert OC. I have a special first meeting piece i am working on for her!!!)