Softies is a farcical space-adventure about Kay, the last human kid in the galaxy, and Arizona, the alien space-waste collector who finds her adrift after the sudden and unceremonious explosion of the planet Earth. It's about aliens, alienation, doing chores, and breaking stuff.
I've been posting it as a webcomic since 2015, and you can buy the first volume of the comic as a graphic novel! It's split up into episodic chapters that take the characters to different planets, with different aliens and different forms of bureaucracy.
It would mean a lot to me if you gave it a read, left some comments on the site, left a review for the physical book on Amazon if you've got it, stuff like that!
thinking about desperate simon coming home from an extended deployment, and he's just all soft and kind with you during an intimate moment :(
MINORS DNI, NSFW BELOW THE CUT ᯓ ᡣ𐭩
"Bloody 'ell, look at me, love."
His voice came out raspy, breathless, and desperate for you. His breath catched in his throat as his eyes bore into yours, watching your every move as he thrusted into you. Your mewls were followed by the sound of the bed, with every movement he made, the bed creaked beneath the both of you. He groaned, one of his hands shakily reaching up to cup your cheeks.
"Look at me, yeah? C'mon, you can do that f'me, can't ya?" He grunted, his voice low and almost careful.
You turned your head as you met his intense gaze, his dark, amber eyes looking down at you with an overwhelming intensity. He moaned, murmuring a bunch of praises before devouring your mouth fully. His tongue eagerly but softly danced with yours, saliva mixing and dripping down your chin without a care in the world. You could feel him twitch inside of you, indicating that he's close. He pulled away from the kiss, his chest rising up and down with every breath.
"Lovie, 'm close. Please come with me. You will, righ'? Like a good girl..."
His praises echoed inside your head when you let out a small moan, hips bucking up in an erratic rhythm. His eyes closed shut before he buried his head into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as he spilled his load inside of you. Your juices splattered against his lower abdomen. The noises you made mixed with his, hearing the way he groaned your name out before tipping right over the edge. His thrusts slowed down to an end, cock softening before he laid on top of you, making sure you weren't entirely crushed by his weight. His head laid on your chest, hearing the way your heartbeat quickened.
"Fuck, I missed ya... God, why'd they have to separate us for this long?"
Long time no see!! Happy 2026 my dears!! I need to be more active here, since I'd like to expand where I post my stuff :p ALSO as you can see, I have completely changed fandoms oopsie. I've had a jayvik hyperfixation for a year now, more or less?? They're so dear to me I'd give my life for themmmm
Here are a few things I've done these past few months, since I haven't had that much time to draw
WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol, fluff and more fluff
from roselí ᡣ𐭩 : happy new year! i hope everyone’s had happy holidays! i’d like to thank you all for the kind messages and for all of your submissions; my inbox is filled. i took a small hiatus to prioritize family and to sort out my other blog and content, but mother has returned and asks will be answered! ᡣ𐭩
Just thinking about the first time she catches you sneaking into the undercity.
You definitely weren’t supposed to be there, you or your friends; But you all had ended up feeling a little ballsy and sneaking into Zaun after a few drinks of stolen alcohol from their parents.
It was fun. One might call you shallow or privileged for ‘escaping’ Piltover to party in Zaun. Randomly appearing from your wealthy life to the common wealth; because you had that luxury.
But how could you care? It was exhilarating to get away from all the snobs of Topside and the snobby school filled with snobby teens and all their snobby parents money.
You see in Topside, nothing less than brilliance was expected of you. From a young age you were groomed to excel in every aspect of the word: your parents meticulously planning out your life. Enrollment into the prestigious school was non-negotiable, and to your parents your success wasn’t measured by personal growth, but by your accolades and connections.
It’s not enough that you’re accepted into such a narrow landing, you must exceed their expectations. Achieve feats that cement your families legacy.
And after being the top of your class, exceeding in every extra curricular, and remaining poised and graceful at all times, you’ll be expected to choose a suitor and marry into more snobby wealth.
All the rules and regulations were much too heavy a burden, and it felt nice to be at ease for once.
And so what if for once turned into every now and then…
Your friends had long ditched the idea, emphasizing that it was a ‘one time thing’ and they wouldn’t be supporting your idea to keep frequenting the ‘poor’.
Well so be it, if you had to be alone, a lone wolf you’d be. You’d navigated these streets before, you know your way there and back—
“Lost, sweetheart?”
The voice was low and sharp, cutting through the noise like a blade. You froze, your hand instinctively reaching for the small dagger hidden under your cloak. When you turned, a woman stood a few feet away, leaning casually against the brick wall. Her stance was deceptively relaxed, but her sharp gaze missed nothing.
She was larger than life, her broad shoulders and metal arm gleaming faintly under the dull glow of a nearby streetlamp. Even in the dim light, her gaze was unmistakable—dangerous and amused, like a predator catching sight of prey.
“I don’t think this is your side of town,” she continued, taking a step closer. The sound of her boots against the cobblestones echoed ominously. “Little piltie girl, right? The hell could you possibly be doing all the way down here?”
Your breath caught. You’d done everything to blend in—rough clothes, a lowered hood—but it clearly hadn’t been enough. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, forcing your voice to stay steady.
She just scoffed, the sound deep and mocking. “Sure, and I’m the head of the Council.” She tilted her head, studying you like a puzzle she was deciding whether to solve. “You stick out like a sore thumb. So, why don’t you save us both some time and tell me what you’re looking for?”
You hesitated, weighing your options. Lying felt pointless; she’d already seen through you. But telling her the truth? You weren’t sure if that would be better or worse. “I’m just passing through,” you said, attempting to sidestep her.
Her metal arm shot out, blocking your path with a loud clang as it met the wall beside you. She leaned in, her face close enough that you could see the faint scar cutting across her cheek. “Passing through?” she echoed, her voice dripping with disbelief. “That’s funny, because people from Piltover don’t pass through the Undercity. They either come looking for trouble, or they’re running from it.”
Her words made your stomach twist. You opened your mouth to respond, but she cut you off, her sharp gaze narrowing. “Let me guess,” she said, her tone almost bored. “You’re here for something you can’t get topside. Something dangerous. Am I right?”
You swallowed hard, your silence giving you away. “Something like that..”
She huffed through her nose in amusement, leaning back just enough to give you a moment to breathe. “Thought so. Look, Piltover girl, this place eats people like you alive.” She paused, her eyes glinting with amusement as she sized you up. “You should stay where you’re safe. Never know who might be looking to ruin something so soft.”
Looking back, it’s a bit ironic.
She’d put in enough effort to try and keep you away; told you harrowing stories and showed you the daunting realities of Zaun. She’d walked you through the slums of the place, let you see the true living conditions. True, it was a lifetime different than Piltover. Also true, you now understood the shallowness of calling such a place ‘fun’. You’d seen the truth now, and it almost made you want to make a change. She’d succeeded in making you want to stay away from the undercity entirely.
Just not her.
Of course it wasn’t anything either of you had planned or foreseen; The random attraction that you just knew was mutual. Of course attraction wasn’t enough to put a label on it, but you figured when she became your unofficial guide of the Undercity that it was enough to be called acquaintances.
The first few nights were cautious. Going directly against her orders, as she’d called it, she’d caught you sneaking through the Undercity again. She figured she’d just let you wonder around and probably get mugged or whatever. But she couldn’t— and against her better judgment, she chaperoned you.
Sevika didn't trust you— why would she? What sort of a pea brained Piltie would come down here? For fun, at that? She kept her distance, watching you as you wandered the undercity with the wonder of someone who had never known hardship. You’d asked questions, not just about Zaun but about her: her arm, her life, her thoughts. Sevika answered sparingly at first, her natural suspicion at war with a growing amusement at your audacity.
But you kept coming back, and Sevika found herself drawn to you stubbornness. Unlike most Pilties, you weren't trying to fix anything or impose your ideas of progress. You just wanted to understand. Over time, Sevika began to meet you intentionally, waiting at the same spot every night after her work was done.
She took you deeper into Zaun, showing you places most outsiders never saw: the hidden workshops where discarded scraps became innovation, the quiet corners where people found moments of joy amid the chaos. In return, the you shared snippets of your life in Piltover-stories of rigid expectations and a yearning for freedom that resonated more with Sevika than she cared to admit.
Your relationship grew slowly, almost entirely against your wills. For you, Sevika was a stark contrast to the life you’d known: a life of politeness, restraint, and pretense. Sevika's blunt honesty and strength were intoxicating. For Sevika, you were a reminder that not all Piltover elites were heartless or blind to the suffering below.
Your connection deepened in secret. Meetings in shadowed alleys and hidden corners of Zaun, far from prying eyes. Sevika, ever the realist, tried to keep her guard up. "This is dangerous. For both of us," she would say.
But you were persistent. "Everything about my life is already decided for me," you whispered one night, your voice trembling. "This... you... it's the only thing that feels real."
Sevika knew the risks. She'd spent her life surviving in a world that crushed the weak. Falling for a Piltie—a woman whose family was arranging her marriage to a wealthy, ambitious topsider— was a vulnerability she couldn't afford.
And yet, Sevika couldn't stop herself.
She supposed if she’d treated you like the liability that you were this could’ve been avoided.
"Your folks are trying to get you with some preppy boy? Damn. Just imagine the look on his face when they tell him that their daughter's in love with some thug twice her age."
She’d joke about it a lot, but you could hear the insecurity behind her ‘joking’ words.
The arranged marriage loomed over you like a storm. Your parents saw you as nothing more than a pawn in their political games, and the marriage was meant to strengthen their position in Piltover's cutthroat hierarchy. It was a hard pill to swallow. You hated it, but defying them would mean losing everything; your family, your status, your safety.
Sevika would sneer at herself privately. How could she— hardened by years of betrayal and loss, find herself wanting something she’d never thought she deserved?
Love.
With a piltie… It left a bitter taste on her tongue.
"I could run away," She recalled you offering one night, laid up in her flat, voice filled with desperation. "Leave Piltover. Stay with you." But she shook her head. "You don't belong in Zaun, and I don't belong topside. Running won't change that. Not to mention," She sat up on one arm looking down at you, “You know what type of hell they’d raise down here if you go ‘missing’?” You bit your tongue at her words, and she’d avoided your gaze. The truth was painful.
The alley was partially quiet tonight, the only sound the soft hum of the dying streetlights. You should’ve known better than to come back here. Every trip to the Undercity felt like stepping further into a fire, knowing you were already too close to getting burned.
The streetlights above flickered in the distance, casting a pale glow that barely penetrated the smog-choked night air. You tugged your scarf tighter, feeling the weight of it—of the lies you’d told, the deceit. But your heart beat faster as you heard the sound of heavy boots crunching the metal beneath them, unmistakable even in the shadows.
“You’re late.”
Sevika’s voice broke through the silence, low and commanding. You hadn’t seen her yet, but you didn’t need to. You knew the sound of her voice, the sharpness that always lingered in it.
You turned slowly, your heart catching in your throat when you saw her silhouette leaning against the rusted wall. Her eyes, glowing faintly in the dim light, locked onto yours with a gaze that was both predatory and possessive. Her arms were crossed over her chest, her stance confident and unyielding.
“I had to make sure no one followed me,” you said, your voice quiet, laced with the unease that always came with being here. Being with her. She raised an eyebrow, the corners of her lips curling up in a half-smile that never quite reached her eyes. “Do you think I’d let you get caught?” she asked, stepping forward, her presence commanding the space between you.
You stare at her with fond eyes; She’s was everything you weren’t supposed to want—strong, dangerous, and untouchable. She had a reputation that spread like wildfire through both cities, and you were well aware of the risks.
And yet, you’re drawn to her like a moth to a flame.
Her gaze softened, just for a second, and she reached out to gently push a strand of hair from your face. All of your reservations melted away. The rest of the world disappeared, leaving just the two of you.
“I hate that you come down here,” she murmured, her voice quieter now, a rare vulnerability creeping into her tone. “It’s dangerous… you’ve got no business in this place.”
You took a step closer, the pull between you undeniable. “I don’t care about that. I need to be here. I need to see you.” Her eyes darkened, and her breath caught for a moment before she let out a low chuckle. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Piltover. If anyone finds out—”
“They won’t.” You reached for her hand, your fingers brushing the cold metal of her prosthetic, the touch both thrilling and unsettling. “I trust you.”
Sevika’s gaze flickered to your hand before meeting your eyes. There was a long pause, the air between you charged with something unspoken. Then, in a move that was both tender and possessive, she pulled you closer.
“You shouldn’t.” she murmured, her voice a low growl. “Not in this place. Not when you have everything to lose.”
“But I do,” you whispered, your lips brushing against hers. “I trust you with everything.”
She hesitated, and for a moment, you thought she might pull away, that she might remember the boundaries that should never have been crossed. But instead, her hand moved to the back of your neck, pulling you into a kiss that was raw and desperate—filled with the months of unspoken longing and defiance.
The kiss was everything you both had been hiding. Everything you both knew you could never have. The danger, the risk, the lie of it all, wrapped in the heat of her lips, the fierceness of her touch.
When she pulled back, her chest rose and fell with the same unsteady breath you were trying to catch. She pressed her forehead against yours, her metal arm resting at your waist as she held you close.
“You’re a fool,” she said softly. “This can’t go anywhere. You know that, right?”
You nodded, your fingers tracing the edge of her leather coat. “I know. But I don’t care.”
She chuckled darkly, though there was something softer in her gaze now—something that, for the first time, made her look almost vulnerable. “We’re both fools then,” she said quietly, before kissing you again, deeper this time, as though sealing a pact neither of you could break.
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Hey! it's my first time requsting, so I hope ur day's going good for ya! But anyways can I please get Lee: Hawks, and Ler: Dabi for romantic? If u can, make them a switch, but it's not a bug deal if u can :). Hug, Always and forever, and only yours is what I want.
💞Candy Hearts are OPEN!💞
Oh my goodness, hi! :D I'm so glad you requested, anon! And thank you- I'm doing great! I wish you the same <3 This is so good- I love Dabihawks so much! I got you covered, friend!
Hug: "I just want a hug!" + Always and forever: "Look how red you are! How cute!" + Only Yours: "Stop squirming!"
“Would you stop squirming?” Dabi growled in his ear, struggling not to smile. “I just want a hug!”
“I cahhahan’t hehelp it! Eheheha, wahhaatch your hahands!” Hawks giggled, arching some when Dabi pressed into his back more. Normally such a gesture would feel lovely by his dear villain.
If said hands weren’t dangerously close to the edges of his wings, fingertips scraping along the bases and sending relentless waves of ticklishness up his spine.
“I don’t get what you’re complaining about. I’ve held you like this several times before. What’s new?” Dabi curled his fingers meanly, feeling Hawks jump in his arms with a small squeak. “Hehehe.”
“Yoohohu’re doing this on phuuhuhrpose!” Hawks cried, overcome with giggles as he arched in Dabi’s embrace. He tried to gently push him off, but the burned villain had a strong grip when he wanted to. “Cohoohohme ohohohon, yoohohou knohohw yohohou’re tiihihickling mehehehehe!”
“Am I? What- the big bad hero’s ticklish?” Dabi cooed, nuzzling his cheek with his nose as he carried on lightly scraping his nails against his wings. “Wow, look how red you are. How cute~”
“Shuhuhuhuhsh! Ehehahahahhaa!” Hawks ducked his head away, but Dabi held him even closer, forcing his face to remain seen. “Yoohohoou’re suuhuhch a tehahahhse!”
“And you love this.” Dabi bit at his lip playfully before pushing Hawks into the bed, switching from his wings to his ribs. It was less ticklish of a spot, but it gave Hawks the necessary break he needed while keeping him laughing. “You love when I tickle you, Birdie. I know you do- you make those cute little chirping noises whenever I go for a spot like this one,” He moved to Hawk’s hips, earning said bird noises. “And you never fight me off. If anything, I think you want me to tickle you more~”
“Shuhuhuhush! Ehahhahha, shuhuhuhhuhhsh! Shuhuhut yoohohohur mohoouth! Ehahhhaa, screhehehw it! Yoohohohu asked for thihihihihs!” Hawks cried as he stretched his wings. He wasn’t able to curl them around the burning villain, but he was able to shake off a few loose feathers to bug him with. “Tahhahake thahahat!”
“Eh! Sh-Shihihit!” Dabi yelped, jerking his arms back when those bastard feathers darted under his arms. He doubled his efforts, one hand on Hawk’s belly while the other shot up to a stretched wing. “Lihhike this woohohuld stop mehehehe! Take thahat!”
“AH!” Hawks shrieked, the feathers falling flat as he spasmed. He tried to curl into himself, but Dabi was adamant on scratching the meat of his wings. “Ehahahahahhhahha! Nohohohoho! Nohohohot thehehere! Nohohohoht thehehehere, ehahhahahhahahahha! Dhahahahabi!”
“Hehe, that’s right. Scream my name.” Dabi laughed evilly, relishing his squeals for mercy. “I wanna hear it in my dreams, birdie.”
“Yoohohohou’re twiihihisted! I’m goohoohohnna geheheht you bahhahack so bahahahhad!” Hawks cried, face as red as his feathers. Dabi leaned down to kiss his cheek, smiling warmly against his skin.
“I’m looking forward to it, hero. Now- sing me a song.”
