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deadnaw · 25 days ago

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this form with my ocs! (2 more ocs)

pt.1

will age: 12

khai age: 14

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deadnaw · 2 months ago

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i forced my ocs to make a strawpage and they all surprisingly expressed themselves on there! they all had to share one, neither sam or ace was happy abt that.. check it out!

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deadnaw · 2 months ago

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villanova flags bc it’s is a separate planet with it’s own countries (it’ll make sense, soon)

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📍 odessa

📍ambrose

📍geralt

(fun fact, geraltians made their flag chocolate because they LOVE chocolate)

📍eryndor

(eryndorians are very simple with their designs)

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deadnaw · 2 months ago

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also i have two dogs in villanova. because i hate seeing dogs die, they’re immortal

#SIUUU

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deadnaw · 2 months ago

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a thought about my oc ace bc he’s overworked (from the kids annoying his ass) and needs a lil break

bf!ace spending the night [fluff] 700 words

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(placeholder gif bc i have no dividers atm)

“Hey! You waited for me this time,” Ace said with a smile. You had a habit of falling asleep before he ever made it home. Then again, so did he. He just had more control over it.

“Yeah. I like seeing your face,” you replied. “I drank a lot of coffee to stay up.” It was true—you could see all the empty Starbucks cups scattered around the dining table.

“Oh my go—well. Did you save one for me?” Ace’s eyes wandered around the room, taking in the clutter. It was a bit messy, but that was on him. It was his house, after all.

“Yeah! I did!”

“What… flavor did you get?” he asked, stuttering slightly as he looked back into your eyes. Most people tended to forget about him, so your thoughtfulness caught him off guard.

“Just a regular mocha!”

“Oh, cool. Thanks.” He quickly slipped back into his usual nonchalant tone, grabbing one of the cups at random and taking a sip. “Shit, I guessed right,” he muttered.

“I never asked what flavor you liked, so I had to guess. Do you like it?” you asked eagerly, watching his reaction.

“Uhm, yeah. Tastes great,” Ace replied, sipping from the cup like the tired old man he was.

“Love ya,” you said randomly as he sipped his coffee.

“Yeah, love you too, I guess,” he mumbled, finishing the rest of the drink.

“Woah, be careful, baby.”

“No need to be—” He set the cup down dramatically. “Because it’s finished!”

“Crazy work there.”

“I know,” he said proudly before flopping onto the couch.

“How was your day?” you asked, joining him on the couch.

“Annoying, but surprisingly easy. The lil ass kids outside are finally starting to get the memo that they’re annoying.”

“Kids?” you asked, slightly concerned.

“Yeah, the ones next door. Finn, Khai… I don’t know.”

“Oh, them! I forgot about them,” you said with a sigh of relief.

“Whatever. They’re finally leaving me alone. Thank FUCK,” Ace practically prayed.

He had a soft spot for those guys, but he’d never admit it. After spending most of his life alone, he convinced himself he had to stay that way.

You decided to let it go for now. “Well… did you do anything else?”

“Nah, not really. I went to the gas station, but that’s about it. Just grabbed a few things.”

“Like?”

“I dunno. Beer? Probably some beef jerky, but I think Khai’s dumbass friend ate it. I think I got Tic Tacs too, but I lost them somewhere.”

“Are they not in your pockets?” you asked, rolling your eyes.

Ace was always losing things—and never checking for them. If they weren’t in plain sight, they were automatically deemed “lost.”

“Uh… no.”

“Check them.”

“Jeez, yeah, I will,” he scoffed, fishing through his jacket pockets. Instead of Tic Tacs, he pulled out a crumpled, half-empty pack of cigarettes.

“SCORE. Absolute score! But… that’s not my Tic Tacs,” he added quickly, already lighting up in his head. He was a heavy smoker, after all.

“You shouldn’t be this excited over cigare—”

“But I love them! They keep me ali— THERE THEY ARE! My Tic Tacs!” he shouted triumphantly, popping one into his mouth with childlike excitement.

“You’re cute, you know that?” you said, staring into his eyes. It was true.

“I didn’t even think I bought Tic Tacs. His frien—his name is Sam—Sam gaslighted me into thinking I didn’t get them. I’ll get him back,” he muttered, a spark of ridiculous determination in his eyes.

It was painfully obvious he saw them as his friends, but of course, he’d never say it out loud.

“That’s cute, Ace. You’re adorab—”

“No! I’m not cute. I’m cool, okay? Cool.” he snapped, cutting you off mid-sentence.

“You’re cute,” you repeated, unfazed.

“Fine! I’m cute. Now what?” he said, throwing his hands up in mock defeat.

“Wanna watch a movie?” you asked quickly, catching him off guard again.

“Uh… sure. What movie? Wait—can we watch Friday, PLEEEAAASSEEE? I love that movie!”

“Yeah,” you chuckled, already grabbing the remote. “It’s a funny movie.”

You put it on, and he instantly zoned in like he was watching a high-stakes thriller.

As your eyelids grew heavy and you slowly drifted off, Ace glanced over and gently slipped his arm around you.

Maybe… you weren’t so bad after all.

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