#platonic interaction

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Trying to get more comfy with drawing oc & canon interactions because uooooouhh whaaat whattttt oooooooh wwhat the fdfuck whaaaat the fuuck (((this is my first time drawing oc & canon transformers fanart... Funny platonic friends)))

[dearestones]

Cloudy with a Chance of Paranoia (Tim Wright and Sarah Reid Interaction)

Warnings: Paranoia, mentions of verbal abuse, self-harm (not graphic). 

Anonymous Request: Can you do more Tim? I legit don’t care of what or how, I just love how you write for him.

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“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Sarah said, a furrow in her brow. She toyed with one of the more bedraggled and scribbled over pages of her script before laying her head on the picnic table. “You’re a natural and you should look into volunteering for more projects once we’re done with Marble Hornets.”

“If we ever get done.” Tim flicked upon his lighter, the bright flame dulling in comparison to the mid afternoon sun. “How much of the script have we covered?”

Sarah shrugged as she straightened in seat. Overhead, there was a series of clouds congregating into a larger, more ominous mass. If Alex and Seth weren’t going to come on time, their entire shoot was going to go to waste. When rain came, it didn’t stop coming. 

“Let’s not talk about that.” She dismissed his question with a careful wave of her hand, as if she were a regal queen giving him his due. “I’ve talked to McCay and he has this really weird art house idea.”

“Weirder than the weed scene?”

“He pays a lot more too.”

Tim smirked, his memory of last week’s shoot still fresh and raw in his mind. “You think if we unionize, Alex will give us a break and more money?”

“Pssshhhht! He would pay us more if he wasn’t so hung up on his tapes. I swear, it’s like he wants his entire life filmed.”

With the lighter still clicked on, Tim lit up a cigarette. The pale wisps of smoke danced gently in the wind before dissipating to be one with the air. 

“Do you know what’s up with that?”

Sarah blinked.

“With what? The whole tape thing?” She blew a raspberry out the side of her mouth, the light in her eyes growing contemplative. “If I were you, I’d ask Seth or Jay. They’re like… the film guys, right? I’m just paid to look pretty and act out some lines.”

“Which you do an amazing job of.”

“Oh, shut up!” She smacked his arm with a rolled up copy of the script. They shared a laugh before sobering again. 

“He seems obsessive.”

“Like the tapes didn’t tip you off?”

“No, I mean yeah! Yeah, the tapes are more than enough evidence, but like…” Tim made a face as he tried to come up with a flattering way of describing Alex’s condition. When he came up with nothing, he simply said, “Haven’t you noticed that he’s so moody? No offense, but I didn’t know that guys went through shark week.”

Another slap to the shoulder. 

“Okay, I deserved that.”

“Yes, you did.” Voice smug, Sarah neatly pressed her script flat against the table, rendering it readable and not as offensive as it would have looked in front of Alex’s eyes. “You’re right, though. It looked like Seth was going to have a breakdown when I had to perform a monologue a few days ago.”

Tim grimaced, sympathy rising in his gut. Seth, of all people, didn’t deserve the full brunt of Alex’s ire. 

“You don’t think there are problems at home, do you? Or school?”

Sarah chewed the inside of her mouth, but shook her head in the end. “He’s not that secretive about his personal life. If he had any problems with Mama or Papa Kralie, we’d be hearing about it all week. Ditto for Amy. It has to be something else.”

This time, Tim remained silent. He cast a glance at the tree line and paused. The forecast for that day said that there was going to be a slight chance of rain, but at most, it would have been a drizzle. With the way the wind began to pick up and the sun’s radiance dimming, it almost seemed like Mother Nature was gearing up for a thunderstorm. Nothing unusual, but it was a weird occurrence that grabbed at something in Tim’s brain. 

What was concerning, however, was that there was a patch of trees that appeared darker than the rest of the woods. In fact, as he continued to observe, he thought that he could see something long and spindly… Something tall and dark that stood rigidly amongst the swaying trees. 

Something that also looked pale and vaguely humanoid. 

Tim flicked his lighter open again and allowed one of his fingers to caress the fledgling flame. The pain was instantaneous. Hissing, Tim dropped the lighter onto the rough wooden grain of the picnic table. The sensation of red, hot lightning lanced up and down his finger.

“Jesus! Tim! What the hell—” Sarah practically leaped over the table to get to Tim’s side. As she took his hand within both of hers, concern and exasperation clear in her dark eyes and movements, Tim glanced back at the trees.

The apparition from before had disappeared and with it, Tim’s anxiety.

“I’m a klutz, what can I say?” He leaned his head against his palm, all good humor and barely concealed smiles as he watched Sarah mother him. “It’s just a small burn; I’ll live.”

“Not after I tan your hide for being so stupid!” Sarah muttered. After she appraised the wound, she swiftly took him by the arm and dragged him to the parking lot. Amused, and slightly intimidated, Tim made no comment until she approached his car and held out her hand.

“What are you—”

“Keys. Now.”

“But—”

“Wright, if you don’t give me your goddamn keys, I’m gonna shove your lighter up where the sun don’t shine.”

Well. Tim quite liked having his lighter literally anywhere else than up his body cavities, so he happily obliged.

“Can I at least ask what you’re doing?”

Sarah rolled her eyes, but gently escorted him into the passenger seat. An unnecessary measure considering Tim had burned his finger and wasn’t an invalid by any means.  “You may.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m dragging you back to my house so that we can get that looked at.” Sarah turned the key in the ignition and began to back out of the parking lot. Above, the clouds rumbled and the faint pattering on the glass signaled the start of heavy rain. “And before you say anything, I’m going to kick Alex’s and Seth’s ass for ditching us.”

Tim chuckled. “If you had wanted to go home that bad, we could have left earlier, you know.”

“And miss out on your stupidity?” Sarah flicked on the radio, the sound of a whiny pop song playing in the background. “Not a chance.”

“As opposed to Alex’s stupidity?”

A scandalous little half laugh fell from Sarah’s mouth. She sent Tim a halfhearted side glare before focusing on the road. “Don’t let Mr. High-and-Mighty hear you say that. He’ll film himself murdering you and call it B roll.”

As the two friends shared a laugh and more digs at their student director, Tim cradled his finger to his chest. Although he kept his gaze focused on the road ahead, he couldn’t help but feel like there was a presence lurking at the window next to him.

Wanting nothing more for a distraction, Tim focused on his burn and the sounds of rain pelting the windows. 

He didn’t notice Sarah sending him a concerned look that held far more fear than was necessary for a burn wound. 

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[crow-sleeps]

The prompts/ideas I got: an orange, platonic fluff,

"You're a dumbass." "You are too."

(yeah they were super helpful sjdhsjsh)

Casper was rolling around in the cool grass outside, a refuge from the sunshine that glared and reflected off of their pale, greyish skin.

They rolled under a tree, clumsily going over a root and ending up at an awkward angle. They sat up, picking a couple blades of grass out of the curls in their hair, a bright bubblegum pink color that they had dyed it not too long ago. It still had a faded scent of the dye-specific conditioner they were supposed to use, which they thought smelled like some sort of gummy candy.

When they heard the sound of a screen door creaking, they looked back at the house they were staying in. Talena, hood up and mask covering her face, came and sat next to them.

"Hey Cas. What are you up to?" She asked, tugging at her own sleeves so they covered her hands a bit more. Besides her hood, her light mint-colored bangs hung just above her eyes, covering her forehead.

Casper was well aware of what she'd gone through, and why she left so much to the imagination. They poked her side playfully, smiling slightly.

"Right now, bothering you." They replied, brightening a bit as she smiled back.

The truth was, they had both been through a lot, though on very different levels. They had known each other for a while, and shared a surprising amount of honest information which each other. Tae was comforted by their presence, and they were comforted by hers. Casper was terrible at making friends, with their strange appearance.

White pupils, four fangs, grey skin, and horns did not make for a friendly looking character.

Tae hadn't minded at all when they met, and had bravely ripped her mask off when they were upset about it a while ago. Burns and scars constantly covered her body in new layers, due to the downside of her powers. They had pulled her into a hug that day, promising her that she was beautiful anyways.

Now, as they sat facing the soft looking clouds in the sky, Tae punched their arm in return.

"Don't poke me unless you wanna fight." She teased, carefully taking her mask off to take a breath of fresh air.

"And what if I do?" They grinned, challenging her.

"You're gonna lose." She warned. "Oh- I didn't see you eat anything. Here." She interrupted herself, pulling out an orange and holding it out.

They took it and looked at the sky, playing with it before asking, "..Do you think there's a planet in the shape of an orange? Like, squishy shaped and stuff? Would its gravity be weird?"

They tossed the orange a couple times, leaning against her and holding the orange up against the sky, closing one eye and squinting at it.

"You're a dumbass." She laughed.

"So are you." They huffed playfully, knocking her over.

The orange, forgotten, rolled to a stop at the base of the tree as it was knocked out of Casper's hand.

Tae's hood fell off. For once, she didn't mind, neither of them worrying about anything in that moment. They wrestled in the grass, their faces glowing, laughing, and smiling in the setting sun.

[dearestones]

Smug Little Angel (Platonic!Luke Interaction and Jealous!Lucifer with Reader)

Warnings: Features Jealous!Lucifer and Mischievous!Luke.

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Here’s the thing about fraternizing with the highest ranking demons in the Devildom: there was very little that could discourage the exchange students from neighboring realms to escape student council meetings. Especially since the Crown Prince of the Devildom had a penchant for butting into the lives of those closest to him.

And so, it came as no surprise to find the human exchange student lounging outside of the locked student council room.

What was a surprise, however, was that they were early for once.

Furthermore, Lucifer found it quite interesting (because he was the one of the first to actually find said exchange student) that not only had the human come quite early and had decided to bring along a yapping puppy for company, but the human also decided to rest on the ground.

Didn't they know that the ground was filthy and not deserving of their presence?

Lucifer pinched his nose and steadily made his way to the human who sat on the floor, angel quite attached to them.

(And by attached, the angel was basically hugging them close and resting his blond head against their shoulder).

Just as Lucifer was about to announce himself, the young angel caught sight of the small frown on his face, a fact that Lucifer had inwardly growling. Of course the pup would choose this time to be perceptive.

Behind him, Simeon tried to intervene, but Luke spoke before the older angel could provide a buffer.  

“You look jealous.” Luke couldn’t help but exclaim. His lips curled up in a smirk while a triumphant sparkle gleamed in his eyes. Just to cement his victory over the onlookers, he snuggled closer to his favorite human exchange student, a soft smile resting on their lips. “Are you jealous, demon?”

“Now, Luke,” Simeon couldn’t help but say. From what he could see, Lucifer looked only seconds away from unleashing his true demonic nature and while Simeon trusted his once brother to refrain from permanent damage, there was only so much Simeon could let pass without intervention. “It’s not exemplary behavior to gloat like that, you know?”

Luke looked contrite.

But only for a moment.

Instead of apologizing or showing that the words actually influenced him, the young angel merely curled both his arms around the human’s waist. The human, in turn, cooed lightly at him, an endeared expression on their face.

Lucifer huffed before approaching the both of them. It was beneath him to be affected by such a childish display, but even he knew that the power of the human exchange student was far beyond that of his own or even Lord Diavolo’s power.

It was simply intolerable that Luke managed to keep the human to himself not only within school hours, but even during an impending student council meeting.

“How about this, you little Chihuahua,” Lucifer tried to reason, stalwartly ignoring Luke’s scathing glare, “hand over the human exchange student just for the meeting and you can have them over for dinner.”

That seemed like an acceptable compromise and for a moment, Luke actually mulled it over in his head. And then—

“Don’t I have a say in this,” the human exchange student couldn’t help but ask. Although there was a slightly uncomfortable look on their face, they made no move to escape Luke’s snug hug. “Not that I mind, but like…”

(No, Lucifer wasn’t at all concerned that Luke took that as an invitation to snuggle even closer to who was supposed to be his human.

But that didn’t erase the fact that his normally black eyes became rimmed and flecked with blood red crimson).

Luke nodded. “Of course! I’ll let you go once the meeting starts, but for now…” He looked up at the exchange student, his bright blue eyes glimmering with unrestrained hope. “Don’t you like hanging out with me?”

And well—

Even though the human was used to Luke’s antics and the manipulative tactics that all the demon brothers had employed in the past to spend more time with them, they couldn’t help but relent. After all, they spent more time in the House of Lamentation and it was encouraged that all beings from different realms interacted with each other.

For the sake of the sanctity of the exchange program, the human held Luke tighter and apologetically gave Lucifer a bashful look.

“Sorry, Lucifer! I’ll head into the room once everyone gets here.”

Lucifer gave an abrupt nod in confirmation and unlocked the door.

And before you ask—

No, he did not open the door with far more force than necessary.

He was definitely not jealous of a child, Simeon, no.

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[dearestones]

Cherubic Cuteness (Luke and Reader Platonic Interaction)

Warnings: Platonic fluff, slight teasing, mentions of bulling.

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You weren’t quite sure what to make of Luke at first. He was like any stereotypical child you could have met back in the human world, but he was an angel. A thousand or so year old angel at that.

Despite his youthful appearance, you had to remind yourself that he was still stronger than most human children and that he had the magical capability and healing qualities of any angel worth their salt.

However, you couldn’t help but think that Luke was undeniably—

“I. Am. Not. Cute.” The little angel huffed crossly. Short as he was, you could not deny that his glare would have scared you if you weren’t faced with death on a regular basis in the Devildom.

“Are you sure about that,” you couldn’t help but jest. You leaned back in your seat and fiddled with your homework that you had finished last night. The scrawl that you had managed to pen on paper wasn’t something you were particularly proud of, but it was better than turning in nothing. “You know, there’s nothing wrong with admitting that you’re cute. Because… you are.”

Childishly, Luke plopped into the seat next to yours, his eyes averting yours. You weren’t a tactful person usually, but you elected to ignore the faint red hue that colored Luke’s cherubic cheeks.

As you carefully assembled your homework into something resembling order, Luke muttered something under his breath. Unused to such reticence, you leaned down and asked if something was wrong.

You could see Luke chew the inside of his cheek, his gaze flittering towards you every so often before he resorted to staring towards the front of the class. Before you could contemplate either interrogating Luke further or start paying attention to class (which hadn’t started yet), the angel decided for you.

“Demons already don’t take me seriously because I’m so short!” His words were curt and cut like splintered glass. You knew he had a temper, one that was a flickering flame compared to Satan’s bonfire, but it still worried you. “I don’t even think Simeon takes me seriously half the time.”

His sky blue eyes that faded into a gradient of gold seemed to drown into disappointment and then, sadness. He looked at you with something that should not be seen in a child’s eyes before hunching over his desk and hiding his face from you.

“Do you… do you think that I don’t take you seriously?” You kept your voice low, but on the inside, you were shocked and a little bit guilty.

You didn’t want to admit it, but Luke did have a point. In an academy that mostly catered to beings that appeared to be in their mid twenties at the very least, it was jarring to see someone who looked like he was in preteens at most. Due to Luke’s sensitivity, he was the prime target for ridicule and bullying—not as much as you, considering that he was still an angel, but enough for him to feel so low.

You may have never called him a chihuahua or something similar to that effect, but you were no better than most other students in RAD. While your teasing may not have been as malicious or as relentless as most of the demons, words and actions could still hurt.

You may not have known how long Luke must have been harboring such hurt feelings, but you wanted to make it right.

Your heart felt like breaking when you saw him nod his head.

“It’s okay, Luke. If you want, I can stop calling you cute. I didn’t mean to make you feel this way.”

You reached out, your hand gently grasping his shoulder. For a moment, the angel stiffened, causing you to pull back. Had you crossed a line? However, Luke surprised you by wrapping his arms around your waist, the sudden hug rendering you speechless.

“Being called cute is fine,” he mumbled into the fabric of your uniform, “if it’s you. I just don’t want the demons to think I’m weak or helpless since I’m a low ranking angel.”

Ah.

You knew a way that you could solve this problem.

Your arms pulled him closer to you, his small frame easily enveloped into your warm embrace. He came all too willingly with you, too easily. Surprisingly, you had expected him to push back, to move away from your embrace. Instead, he nuzzled his face against the junction between your neck and your shoulder.

He must have been far too perturbed by this issue than you had thought.

But you were going to make it better.

You had to.

“Luke, no matter what, I think you’re cool and amazing just as you are. You may be cute, but you’re also pretty brave for staying down here in the Devildom.”

He looked up at you, his face still stained with a flush, his mouth slightly opened in surprise. You couldn’t help but pat his cheek affectionately, a laugh escaping your lips as you did so.

“I’m telling the truth, Luke! An angel such as yourself coming down to a realm filled with demons? It’s admirable.” You rubbed circles into his back, the tense muscles in his small body slowly loosening at your ministrations. “Low ranking or not, you’re still the bravest person I have ever met.”

For a moment, the angel considered this before nodding slowly.

“Well, I did have to accompany Simeon. Who knows what these demons would do to him!”

The both of you shared a laugh, the sound of happiness filling the air and possibly drawing in the attention of your demonic classmates. You wished the moment could last forever, but class was going to start soon.

You sat up straight up in your seat and nudged Luke to do the same. Once he complied, you gently righted his hat (because it had started to lean slightly askew), and leaned down to whisper in his ear one last time.

“And if someone ever decides to tease you again and you really don’t like it, I gladly volunteer to have words with them.”

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