#oc dawn

[armiliadawn]

Let me share with you this INCREDIBLE commission by @themetalhiro.   This piece is perfect! The artist perfectly understood the dynamic I imagined for these three. I love it so much 💕!!! I can't thank her enough for this beautiful work 😭

[jintaka-hane]

Headphones

Modern High School AU: Eustass Kid x Dawn (@armiliadawn's OC).

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Summary: The leader of the high school punk gang’s been trying to get with Dawn for a while, but she’s not exactly easy to impress. Today, though, he’s got something that might finally grab her attention. The only problem? She’s not alone. Word count: 1800 Notes: Well, well, well, @armiliadawn ... HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUUU!!! 🎂🎈😘 What can I even say that you don’t already know? I love youuuuu and I am so grateful to have you!!! Come on! you know how much you mean to me! thank you so much for always being there and for your unconditional support in absolutely everything. Talking to you is such a delight, and every time I see a little message on Tumblr with a new drawing (you’re such an amazing artist!), my heart does a little happy jump. I really hope our friendship lasts for a long, long time... and it'll continue even if One Piece eventually ends! Warning: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes I might make. A huge thank you to my friend and favourite beta reader @nocturnalrorobin

Groups of boys and girls pour into the school cafeteria, hungry and loud, Converse squeaking across the floor as they rush to grab the better of the two main courses on the menu. Turkey with peas, that day. Or lentils with sausages. Not too bad, really… though good luck trying to digest such delicacies in philosophy class later.

The tables are bolted to the floor (someone clearly learned their lesson after all the gang fights), aligned in a grid broken by the scrape of dozens of chairs sliding across the tiles. Some of them bear love notes, sweet messages carved with pocketknives that will probably last longer than the relationships they were meant to tell. At a spot that offers what little privacy can be found, a girl with orange hair sips her Diet Coke while chatting with her friends.

“It was easy money. I just told Sanji to pick a fight with that guy. Knew he’d win it for me,” she drives her knife straight into her turkey steak.

Hunched over his plate, Ussop points his fork at her with two peas stuck on it. “Aren’t you a little... manipulative?”

“Manipulative? Me?!” Nami blinks a couple of times, searching for some backup from the brunette sitting across from them. “Dawn?!”

The girl being addressed takes off her huge headphones and smiles as she untangles the cord from her hair. “Sorry, what?”

On the other side of the cafeteria’s swinging doors stands the reason teachers lose their sleep at night, the weakest even consider quitting. Leather, studded collars, combat boots, pierced ears and hands shoved into pockets in a careless attitude; the punk gang led by the guy whose misconduct reports probably fill half the principal’s office: Eustass “Captain” Kid.

“What do you mean you still haven’t given them to her, Kid? Did you forget them?” asks Killer the first mate through his blue-and-white striped bandana.

“No, they’re right here,” the redhead taps the back pocket of his tight jeans.

“So? You were together in chemistry class, weren’t you?”

Kid glances into the cafeteria through one of the round windows in the doors and scans the tables with a scowl.

“She’s always got those damn headphones on…” he spits, breathing through his nose as he turns to his friend. “Could barely get her to hear me when I asked for the fuckin’ test tube. How the hell am I supposed to give ’em to her?”

“Hey, chill,” Killer grabs him by the shoulder and gives it a squeeze. “It’s not like you don’t like her wearing them, huh?”

A soft voice emerges from the group. “I think they look good on her. Her hair waves get all tangled in the cable and it makes her look super cute.”

“Don’t-” Kid shoots a glare at his deadlocked friend and raises a threatening finger.

Killer laughs, “oh, c’mon Kid, we all know you’ve got it bad for those waves.”

“You bastard,” Kid squints, spinning around and grabbing his friend by the neck. Killer jumps back to dodge the punch aimed at his gut, and they tussle for a bit, egged on by the howls of their friends. A few students about to step into the cafeteria think better of getting too close. In the end, Kid manages to wedge his knee between the blond guy’s legs, stopping just before hitting him in the groin.

Kid wins.

Killer throws his hands up in surrender, still cracking up behind his bandana. “All right, all right, man.”

A crooked smile curls on Kid’s painted lips as he pushes one of the doors with his knuckles and shoots another glance into the cafeteria.

“She’s there.”

“Are you sure she’s gonna like it?”

“Of course she will. The volume in her headphones is so loud I can hear everything she’s listening to," if Killer weren’t his best friend, he’d probably regret making it so obvious he’s been spying on her.

Killer doesn't think Kid needs any help. His friend’s the damn boss of the school, right? Still, just in case… “All right, got your back.”

Kid nods and looks past his friend. “Quincy?”

“Yeah, cap’?”

“How do I look?” It’s not that Kid doesn’t trust Killer’s aesthetic sense, but he trusts Quincy's a bit more. 

The girl walks up, blows a bubble with her gum, and rises onto her toes to tuck a couple of rebellious strands behind his goggles, then she leans back and gives him a full-on once-over.

“Perfect,” she finally approves with a thumbs-up.

“Good,” Kid grins and pushes through the swinging doors.

Usopp still has half his lunch sitting on his tray when he lifts a nose that could hold up seven pairs of glasses at once. “Oh… crap,” he mumbles, eyes locking on something past Dawn. “I-I’ll catch you girls later, ’kay? I’m outta here.”

“What?” Nami stares as he hops off his stool. “What’s your problem? You still have food! You’re such a-” She cuts herself off when she glances past Dawn too… and gets it.

Dawn notices Nami squinting and starts to turn her head to see what’s up.

“Nope.” Nami grabs her hand over the table. “Don’t look.”

“What? Why?”

“Eustass Kid,” Nami mutters, leaning in.

Dawn’s eyes go wide. “He’s coming over here?”

Nami peeks past Dawn again and nods, slowly and dead serious. “Yeah. And he’s got his friend with him… the one with the bandana.”

By instinct, Dawn reaches for her headphone cord, winding and unwinding it between her fingers as her eyes fixes on nothing in particular on the table.

“Hey,” Nami urges her to look up again. “Whatever he’s come to say just play it cool, alright?”

Dawn nods right away, even though every bit of her hearing is zeroed in on the tap of steel-toed boots approaching from behind.

“Remember: total disinterest,” she hears Nami whisper.

“Total disinterest,” she repeats, frowning with determination as she nods again.

The sound of leather rustling is all the warning Dawn gets before the punk leader comes to a stop right beside her. His best friend is, indeed, trailing right behind him.

“Hey,” Kid says, face mostly unreadable. 

Dawn trades a glance with Nami for barely a split second, then turns in her seat (it would’ve been more dramatic if it had wheels) and mimics his tone and disinterest.

“Hey.”

Eustass Kid fights back the urge to grin at how bold she is, and simply tosses two rectangular slips onto the table like it annoys him to do it. As soon as Dawn looks down at the papers, she recognizes them: concert tickets.

Her eyes go wide before she can stop them. She picks one up, feeling Nami's stare, and gives herself a split second to not squeal out loud.  Then, with an I-couldn’t-care-less expression back in place, dares to arch an eyebrow at Kid.

“What’s this?”

“Metallica." he deadpans, "Tonight. Nine p.m.”

Dawn chuckles. “They sold out the minute they dropped. How’d you even get them?”

“I’ve got my ways.” Kid straightens his back in a way only Killer notices.

Dawn inspects the tickets, holding them between her black-painted nails. “They were crazy expensive on resale. How’d you even afford them?”

Now Kid lets himself grin. That silly, stupidly attractive grin.

“The garage pays well if you’ve got talent,” he plants both hands on the table, cocky and flexing his biceps on purpose.

Killer shifts his weight from boot to boot, pulling part of his bandana up to mouth: he pulled some extra shifts.

Dawn bites the inside of her cheeks to hide her smile, dodging Nami’s reproachful glare. Kid tilts his head to the side, satisfied, a hawk-like stare locked on her colored cheeks. It doesn’t matter how hard Dawn pretends not to care, he knows she is impressed.

“So? What do you say, sweetheart? You in?”

Dawn forces herself to pout. “I don’t know… it’s in the next city...”

“Well,” Kid pulls his hands off the table, standing tall and shoulders squared, “hope you’re not scared of hopping on a bike.”

“Depends. Got much experience with girls on the back?”

Nami’s eyes dart between them, shining with the sharpness of her friend’s wit while the redhead blinks, mouth pressed flat.

Killer takes a step forward, without thinking. “Actually, he’s never-”

“Shut the hell up, man,” shoots Kid with his eyes still glued to Dawn. 

The brunette cracks into a soft laugh that makes Kid’s heart stutter. Damned it. He hates losing control and he’s losing it, pathetically.

“Alright, Kid," she goes on, " just tell me the time and I’ll be ready for you.”

For you... 

The line of his jaw’s set like stone. She’s doing it on purpose, he is sure, but for some reason he can’t really get mad.

“I’ll pick you up at seven at the mall,” he points a finger at her, trying to reclaim some of the authority he came in with. “Be on time, I hate people who keep me waiting.”

Dawn sits up straight, placing her flat hand to her forehead in a crisp salute.

“Aye, aye, captain.”

Killer almost chokes behind his mask. 

Kid’s pupils go wide. For a moment he doesn’t know what to do with what she just said. It feels like hitting a downhill stretch on the bike at top speed.  

“I hmm, o-okay, just… be there, alright?” he just brings a hand to his freckled neck and awkardly scratches it.

“I’ll be there,” Dawn nods.

As soon as the two guys walk away from the table, Dawn leans toward Nami. “Can you believe it? Metallica!” she whispers.

“Yeaaah.” The girl crosses her arms and slumps back in her chair, watching the redhead walk off. “He’s sooo down bad for you…”

“What?” Dawn scoops up the tickets and tucks them away. “We don’t know that!”

Nami looks at her, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. “Let me do your makeup,” she then says with a wicked little smirk.

“Oh," Dawn blushes, "I don’t think that’s ne-”

“-and I’ll let you borrow one of my best fits,” Nami's grin grows wider.

Dawn knows exactly which outfits Nami means, and just laughs nervously in response.

“We’re gonna make that guy suffer tonight,” Nami presses, “If by the end of the gig he’s not all over you, I’ll give you my whole savings.”

“Nami!” Dawn snorts out another laugh. 

Her friend is exaggerating… 

…right? 

_*_

Kid pushes through the cafeteria’s swinging doors with legs that barely feel like they’re his. The thought of Dawn on the back of his bike, waves spilling out the helmet as she circles his waist with her arms, has his brain short-circuiting. 

Fine. 

With a snap of his fingers, he calls his whole gang to follow him. Let’s see who ends up weak in the knees when he kisses her senseless, because he’s damn sure he’ll do it before “Seek and Destroy” ends.

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Taglist: @fanaticsnail @pandora-writes-one-piece @i-am-vita @eustasscapitankid @daydreamer-in-training @alwayssassydreamer @fromathelastoveritaserum <3

[peapod20001]

Some doodle stuff from December that I never fucking posted 😭 there actually was stuff that went to the ones of Rory and Rex with their kids, but I no longer have access to it rip

[ataraxystar]

Some Pride OC doodles from June.

[picklesthenonbeanary]

oc art work! Oc art work! Yay yay yay yay!!!

More Info about my drawings and ocs is below the cut :D

The first one is my oc crey, I turned it into a goat :] the second one is my oc Mr.takeout/leftovers man (name kinda still in the air even tho I’ve had him for like 3 years(?) now)

the third is my oc dawn as a fox, she is a fox but like usually I draw her as a humanoid and not a fox fox

the forth is my oc kitty (kat) (cat at the end because i have a different oc named kitty but they are different ish? They look the same but this one is more like a formiliar and the other is more like a person/my old persona)

the last one is my oc kitty, my oc dawn, my oc (a)zul and anthaea and then my oc crey all drawn in my bug art style :]

[stevecity]

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Uh oh new dawn lore

[lucifers-duckies]

Six weeks. That’s how long he had been staying in the quiet safety of his mother’s old sanctuary. Time passed differently here — gently. But no amount of time softened the pain in his chest. The nightmares. The aching guilt. The way his hands shook when Anya cried too long. Or when he looked at his reflection and didn’t recognize the man he saw.

Lucifer sat hunched on a velvet-cushioned bench, swaddled in a silk robe. Virgil was asleep, nestled in his bassinet. Anya was curled in his arms, fussing softly. And Dawn stood nearby — stirring honey into tea — waiting, watching her son fall apart in slow motion.

Dawn: You’re not talking, Luci.

Lucifer: There’s nothing left to say.

Dawn: There’s always something left. Especially when you’re still bleeding from it.

Lucifer doesn’t answer at first. His eyes are hollow. The tears haven’t come yet — they never do until he’s completely shattered.

Dawn: *sits beside him* What happened… that day?”

Lucifer swallows. The air feels heavier. Like grief has crawled into his lungs.

Lucifer: I wasn’t going into labor. I waited. A week past my due date. I thought I could handle it. I’ve handled worse. *scoffs bitterly* But then… Vox just… cut me open like I was nothing.

He shakes his head. He remembers the blade. The cold. The betrayal.

Lucifer: He violated me, Mama.”

Dawn doesn’t react with rage. No fire in her eyes. Just calm… and something older. Wiser.

Dawn: Would you like to see what he saw?

Lucifer: *flinches* No.

Dawn: Then you’ll keep living inside only your pain.

She doesn’t wait for his consent. She raises a glowing orb — warm and pulsing with golden memory — and it hovers in the air between them. Lucifer looks away… but curiosity, that cruel trait he inherited from her, finally wins. He watches.

🍎📺 🍎📺 🍎📺

Vox appears. Hunched over. Nervous. Pacing.

Vox: *on the projection* Lucifer, please. Just go get scanned. I’ll take you. I’ll hold your hand the whole damn time. Just—just let someone look at you.

Lucifer: *in the past, dismissive* I’m fine, Vox. It’s Hell. Everything hurts.

Scene after scene plays out — Vox begging, Lucifer brushing him off. Then…

Dawn: Watch closer.

Lucifer sees it: how pale he was. The bags under his eyes. The sway in his walk. The fainting spell he forgot about. The way Vox had caught him — trembling, eyes wide with panic — and had quietly carried him to bed. He sees Vox crying. Clearly worried. Clearly scared.

Then the day itself: Vox calling in angelic-steel tools. Shouting at the nurses. Covered in blood. Begging Lucifer to stay awake after he’d awoken during surgery.

Vox: *whispering* Don’t you dare leave me. Please. I love you.

Lucifer: *trembles, seeing Vox terrified, not triumphant*

The orb dims… but Dawn isn’t done.

Dawn: There’s more.

One year ago. Christmas. Vox — 10 months pregnant, how miserable he’d been. And Lucifer doing everything that went against Vox’s wishes.

The orb fades. Silence.

Lucifer: voice cracking* I didn’t… I didn’t realize…

His fingers dig into the edge of the bench. His wings shake violently. Anya whimpers in his arms.

Lucifer: *shattered* I thought he just wanted to control me. I didn’t see… I didn’t see anything.

Dawn: *pulls him into her arms like when he was young* Grief blinds us. But the truth has always been there, my son.

Lucifer lets out a broken sob and finally the flood comes. He cries so hard it knocks the air out of him. He curls into her lap like a child, shaking. The pain of betrayal replaced now with something worse: the pain of his own misunderstanding. The weight of it buries him.

[kundool]

carry me slowly, my sunlight