sweet creature.

[xioluna]

 XIOMARA CARMEN LUNA. 

→Hi friends. It’s Theodora, and this is my second muse, Xiomara Carmen Luna.  She’s is a small Cuban surgical intern at the hospital, in her first year of her internship. She’s based off of Meredith Grey from Greys Anatomy,  Sutton Brady from The Bold Type  and Ella Lopez from Lucifer.  You can find her bio here, and you can contact me on discord theodora🧚🏽#9151 or through ims for plotting! 

a few quick facts about Xio under the cut

Xio was born in Los Angeles California, and is a second generation immigrant. 

She has two sisters, one older and one younger. 

She worked at her parents restuarant growing up, but her heart was never in it. 

Her favorite hobby is dancing, she used to do ballet as a child and she still takes classes outside the city. She also loves yoga.

But she also loves a night out at one of the clubs with a disgustingly sweet mixed drink, sweating it out on the dance floor.

She cannot cook at all, she saved that for the chefs at the restaurant. And now relies mostly on takeout for her meals, or simple things.

she doesn’t have any animals because she lives in a house with other interns, but if she could, she’d get a dalmation. 

She wants to one day become chief of neurosurgery. 

She’s trying to prove herself to her family that this was the right decision sometimes they still have doubts. 

Xio has only been in Sunset Port for just under a year. 

[xioluna]

brooklynsorrentino​:

Brooke never liked leaving or going to work late at night, mostly due to the creepy vibes she always got from sights and sound around. It was strange how in the day light, places just seemed to their own specific charm about them. It was thoughts like that that kept Brooke sane during the night trips to and from work. Sadly her car was in the shop again so she was stuck taking the bus home tonight. Even thought she was tired after a long shift, she knew it was in her best interest to stay alert and focused until she safe and sound at her place. 

The walk from the hospital to the stop felt longer than usual tonight. She just hoped she wouldn’t have to wait forever for the bus to actually come. As she approached, she jumped a little bit at the startled women. “I’m so sorry. I I wasn’t sure if I should have said something and clearly given your reaction, I should have.” She gave a quick look at the bulb before looking back at the women. “I know. Who knew something some charming like could give off such creepy vibes at night time.” she cleared her throat and checked her watch. Thankfully the bus was scheduled to be approaching soon. “Yeah I just finished a double. Now I’m ready to go home, eat a proper meal and then crash into bed and sleep for as long as possible.” 

 Xiomara doesn’t forget a face, it’s a good and a bad thing. But for tonight, it’s a good thing. She recognizes the girl from around the hospital. She isn’t sure she knows her name, but she does know her face, and that’s enough to know that she isn’t about to right out stab her or throw her into the back of some van.  Just the thought reminds her that she needs to stop watching Lifetime movies in the middle of the night.  But for now she just looks around at their surroundings, noting that they’re alone. That’s a good thing, she thinks, because while she does have pepper spray strapped to her bag, she doesn’t think that’ll be good enough to fight anyone off if she needs to, and she certainly doesn’t know if the girl next to her. She really needs to stop watching thrillers.

“God, does that sound good. I can’t wait to devour some noodles and curl up in my bed,” she agrees with laughter in her voice, and when she looks at the girl again she smiles slightly. “I know you, right? You work at the hospital?” she finally asks, eyebrow quirked. “I’m Xiomara, I’m a first year intern in the surgical unit,” Xio explains, as if giving someone your complete details is normal. She has to remember that she doesn’t know if she knows this woman, though it’s likely that she does, and that she needs to stop rambling things off in an attempt to make things less awkward, and in an attempt to quell the nagging voice inside of her that says to keep going. 

[xioluna]

artemisiaxantonini​:

Artemisia was bored, aimlessly walking around the city at night, something most denizens of Sunset Port wouldn’t dare to do. Preferring to stay safe behind deadbolts and closed blinds. Usually she would be out, enjoying the night with Vito, but the bastard had gone and got herself married. So Artemisia was left to her own devices. She thought she would go out, maybe go to LUX have some fun. But then she saw the young doctor walking to the bus stop. A stupid move, didn’t the intern have a car? She considered walking away, leaving the doctor to her own devices, and then she saw some leery looking men down the street. The Organization wasn’t the only thing the civilians of Sunset Port had to fear in the dark. There was no guarantee the men would go after Xio, but Artemisia had served as an Erinye offering up protection for too many years, and her feet compelled her towards the bus stop against her better judgement. 

She sidled up beside the woman, quiet as a shadow, realizing she had no excuse for why she would be at a bus stop. “Sorry to startle, it wasn’t my intention” she said. Lazily leaning against the sign, her hand lazily resting at the knives she kept at her waist. She preferred a gun, but if it came to it she had a feeling the young doctor would protest at Artemisia shooting first and asking questions after. She rolled her eyes at the womans rambling, she never saw the things that kept others cowering in the homes after sunset. Though she supposed that had to do a fair bit with the way she was raised, almost always in shadow. When she mentioned working late Artemisia let out a low laugh, even if she kept regular working hours this would hardly be considered working late. “Just enjoying the night I suppose, waiting around until I found something interesting.” she looked the woman up and down, and checked her watch, wondering how long it would take for the bus to get here. “I’ve got a car a couple blocks down? You need a ride? It will be a hell of a lot quicker than waiting for this bus” she said finally, her eyes tracking the men as they continued their drunken lumber down the street.

Xiomara has barely been here very long, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t know people. People she’s met at the yoga studio, the coffee shop, from acquaintances, coworkers and the like. And then there were the patients.  She always remembered the patients, a downfall of her job, she guessed, that she remembered the most tragic of them all.  Artemisia is a face and a person she couldn’t forget, patching up a wound she didn’t bother asking questions about, seeing it too many times before in Sunset Port in her short time here.  She remembers liking her,  as far as you can like someone you’re patching up, but she remembers that she wasn’t rude, impatient or any other pet peeves of hers.  It said a lot for someone who was likely in pain.  Xiomara is pretty sure the other won’t harm her, and so she lets her guard down when she realizes just who it is leaning against the sign.

 She wonders when she’ll get to the point of living in Sunset Point where she’ll be okay with walking around at night to enjoy it, because while she knows there are things that creep in the dark corners, she also knows there’s a lot more to it than that. At least that’s what she’s heard in testimonials, people she’s worked with and the like. There’s something about the way Artemisia looks at her, speaks to her, that makes her feel unsettled, like she’s saying something wrong but she suspects she maybe is, so she brushes it away. The other has far more experience with this place than she does. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to follow her gaze, and when Xio finally does, she thinks maybe she could kick her own ass for not making note of the men just feet from her. She wonders why and how she didn’t notice them, and now she feels weird, watched and unsafe again. She takes a breath and looks at her watch. The bus won’t be here for another twenty minutes, and a lot can happen in that time.

 “Uhm, if you’re sure,” she finally says, glancing behind her again. “If it’s not out of your way?”

[xioluna]

sebastxan​:

Like a shadow, Seb went about the streets, adhering to the darkest spaces as his gaze scanned the horizon. It was late, or for some, it was early. Not that it mattered to Sebastian, time tended to be a relative thing, and he was always on the clock. Though it had been solely upon rounding a corner that he spotted her, the familiar figure idling near the bus stop, with only the yellowing illumination of street lamps to mark her. A diminutive part of him nearly didn’t stop, crossing by her without a suggested thought, though his conscious wouldn’t allow such actions as he approached with a quiet step.

“It’s late.” The statement clung to the space between them, echoing the obvious sentiment. “I’m always working, tú lo sabes.” Sweeping his stare over her, he exhaled, the cigarette he’d been balancing between his thumb and forefinger burned mercilessly with wisps carrying themselves to the skyline. “Come on, I’ll drive you.” The effort would only be extended to a handful of individuals, Xio being one of them it seemed. “It’s going to rain soon anyways.”

Sebastian feels safe, and feels a bit like home in a way that when he approaches, she feels relief rush through her. She shuffles on her feet and her body loosens up from the tense state it took when she felt another presence. They aren’t best friends, but she knows that she can trust him not to throw her into the back of his trunk, and that is something a single girl walking alone can feel good about, one of the few things.  She lets her eyes flit over him, for some reason confirming it’s him despite the sound of his voice doing that for her anyway.

 “Later than I’d prefer pero like what can you do when you’re a workaholic?” she asks with a laugh, because as if she had a choice, and an inkling gives her the idea that he also does not get a choice in how often, or how late he works doing whatever it is he does. She’s not sure she wants to know, wants to keep that sense of safety around him.  She watches the smoke swirl from his cigarette and almost misses what he says, but her brain catches up moments later. She could wait for the bus, her phone telling her it’s another fifteen minutes, or she could accept the ride. “You really don’t have to, aren’t I out of your way?” she asks, even though she really wants to accept, but it’s polite to at least pretend, isn’t it? If not idiotic. 

[xioluna]

queencobraeva​:

Eva would never be used to the fact she just seemed so quiet wherever she went. She never knew whether to announce herself, not that she could, she didn’t want to draw attention. She liked quietly moving about places even if it meant startling people. “Yes anddd…. no.” She wasn’t here because work told her to be here, she had been somewhere to focus on work she hadn’t finished. “Brain saiddd… restaurant is where our focus will be… Consumed pricey coffee, and… now I have a migraine.” She explained. “Can’t sleep though… the caffeine will keep me up.”

Xiomara was glad at least, that the person who approached seemed relatively harmless. That wasn’t always the case in general, but especially in Sunset Port. You never knew exactly who you were running into. But Eva is safe, and Xio is thankful for safe. “Caffeine this late will absolutely keep you up,” she agrees, and she checks the watch on her wrist for a moment before making a decision.

“How about this, how about, you and I take a cab back to my place? Have a bit of a girls night? I bet I can help treat that migraine of yours,” she promises, because she’s a doctor, kind of, and she can do that sort of thing. 

[greysanatomydaily]

And how do we make it stop?

[xioluna]

“Hola Matilda, mi favorita panadera!”  Xio exclaims as she walks into Panaderia Familiar, her favorite bakery by far.  Her favorite because the owner is Cuban, like herself, and there are these pastelitos de guayaba y queso that despite everything, Xiomara can’t resist.  And trust, that she has tried, too many times. She knows having them for breakfast almost every morning is screwing with her goal, but it’s a little taste of home she didn’t think she would get in Sunset Port, and it makes her day, and she’s not going to get rid of that feeling. There is something about it, the first bite, that reminds her of mornings with her sister back in Los Angeles, back when they were on good terms. Laughing over pastelitos and cafecito.  She knows that it is overly nostalgic, but she lives for it. 

The way she walks in, sans scrubs, means she’s got the morning off. It’s rare, because working as a first year intern means they like to schedule you to do the brunt work, but she’s happy to be free for the day. Of course she’s out for coffee and food first thing though, what else would she be doing? “I feel like seeing your face is the morning is just what gets my day going. Either that or the coffee,” she knows it’s a combination, of both her friends smiling face, and the caffiene hitting her blood stream. “What do you got for me today? Anything good, anything new?”

@mdlcrp​

[xioluna]

Long hours and short sleep patterns. Cups of coffee that just aren’t strong enough and a pan dulce that hits the spot. Today is one of her first days off in awhile, but last night was a rough one.  She’s been proving herself at the hospital, and to show for it she got to scrub in on a very important surgery. Watching the Doctor lose the patient on the table was hard, it’s true, but she knows that she will likely see more of it in this profession. She thinks that it’s hard to be bright and sunshiney when you see something like that first hand. She thinks that maybe she doesn’t need to be bright and sunshiney all of the time, but then, who would be? In a place like Sunset Port, you sort of need the bright sunshine, because the nights are so dark, literally and figuratively. 

She realizes yes, that maybe the flower shop isn’t a normal place for a twenty-six year old to spend so much of their time. There were bars, and clubs, and someone elses bed she could be in. She could go to a bookstore, she could go to a coffee shop, but instead, like clockwork, she shows up to the flower shop and something sparks inside of her. Maddox at this point, must expect her, but the look on the others face when she walks in isn’t surprising, either. Xiomara thinks eventually, she will win her over. Maybe today will not be that today, but you never really know, now do you?

“Well, don’t you look chipper today,” she lies with a smile on her face, voice filled with a cheer that she doesn’t actually feel. But she’s good at faking it. “I have an idea for today. Spring, obviously. But not so pink. I don’t wnat pink. Do you have peach flowers? Lots of greenery. Can you work with that?”

@sntdeaths​ 

[xioluna]

The street light above the bus stop is flickering, and she should know better. This city, for the few months she’s been in it, has showed it’s reputation to her in more ways than one.  People showing up to the ER bleeding from places most people shouldn’t be bleeding from. Whispers in the bars of just what happens, she knows she should’ve taken a ride share.  But she’s here now and truthfully, she’s not sure she even trusts that. She doesn’t tell her parents that though, when they call. What would the think, their daughter living in a place where trusting people wasn’t in your best interest.

There’s a noise next to her, and she startles, eyes scanning over the figure. “Oh, you scared me!” she says with a laugh, putting a hand over her heart, eyes flicking back to the flickering bulb above her. “It’s pretty ominous, isn’t it? This time at night and the lights about to go out. Thank god downtown is lit up, or I’d think we were in a ghost town,” she continues to ramble, making up for the way she jumped originally.  “Working late?” she asks, because maybe talking will make her feel less alone at this bus stop. Maybe the sound of her own voice will take the chill away.

[hithewalls]

BRIDGE  AND  TUNNEL  S01E01 gigi  zumbado  as  tammy 

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