Adding up Sunny to the spikey pile of my ocs ☀🪓
Another goober for @evillillad 's metal au >:3c
The typical rebel kid character that rejects any kind of authority and likes to do silly shenanigans and pranks (violence) for fun. Despite the mischief they can cause, Sunny is rather shy in person.
Their music preference is a blend of mostly punk rock,grunge, nu metal and hip hop genres and it's pretty inconsistent as they enjoy giving a listen to new things frequently
The type of guy that dresses like emo Adam Sandler on daily basis but gives the best fashion advice if you ask her. Enjoys art in any shape and form, loves to craft things himself (sewing preferably) and if you happen to become their friend you'll most likely regularly receive some funky handmade stuff from her :3
Speaking of friends I don't think they'd have much or any at all, like what life did you expect after running away from home Sunny smhhhh.
But Sunny has his cats and he's happy about it!! Lives by herself with at least a couple of them
Few doodles + not colored ver cuz it looks nicer to me
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could you do 16“Look, I care about you, alright? Quite a bit, I’m afraid.” + landoscar for the prompt thing?
16. “Look, I care about you, alright? Quite a bit, I’m afraid.”
“You’ve been avoiding me,” Oscar says, appearing in the doorway of Lando’s drivers room.
“Jesus,” Lando says, grabbing his chest, startled. “Warn a guy, will you?”
Oscar raises an eyebrow. “And give you a chance to hide from me again? Absolutely not.” He tries to play it as a joke, but it falls a little flat, a sharp edge to his tone. He’s already changed out of his race suit, wearing a Mclaren polo and those god awful shorts he would wear even in winter probably. Lando shivers just looking at him.
“I’m not avoiding you,” Lando says, turning his back to Oscar and moving a hoodie from the left to the right side of the couch just to give himself something to do. “I’ve just. I’ve been busy.”
“Right,” Oscar says, voice flat. “And you just happened to get busy right after I asked you out on a date? Because you’ve had no problem finding time for me when it was just fucking.”
Lando chokes on his own spit, coughing loudly, and Oscar sighs, runs a hand through his hair. “Sorry, sorry, that was. I’m sorry. I just. I thought we were on the same page here? I just, there were some moments, where I thought, maybe? And if I’m wrong, and I overstepped a line, please tell me. But if there’s a chance…” Oscar trails off, looks at the ground, probably to hide the blush that’s appeared on his cheeks.
“Look, Oscar,” Lando starts, taking a step closer. “I care about you, alright? Quite a bit, I’m afraid. So you’re not wrong, in that regard. But I can’t… We can’t.”
Oscar looks up. “Why not?” He asks. Quiet, soft.
Hopeful.
“Because!” Lando says, throwing up his arms. “I’m not letting this ruin us! I’m not going to do a, I don’t know. Nico and Lewis with you, where we fight for the title and the shit gets bad and you retire after winning your WDC and we never talk again and you just give me long wistful looks as you interview me in the paddock!”
There’s a pause, where Oscar just blinks at him. “Wait, why are you the seven time world champion in this scenario?” He eventually asks.
Lando lets out a strangled cry and falls back on the couch.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m just. We’re not Nico and Lewis,” Oscar says, like it’s that simple.
“But we could be,” Lando says, and he hates how easy it would be, to give in. To pull Oscar on the couch on top of him, to kiss him. To take him on dates, to call him his boyfriend. Oscar is everything he never knew he even wanted. Never knew he needed. “I care about you,” he says, voice quiet, small. He hopes Oscar gets what he means.
I care about you. I care about you so much I would rather let you go then wait around long enough for me to ruin you.
“I care about you, too,” Oscar says. “Which is why I think we should at least get to try.” He’s so goddamn unflappable, still standing there in the doorway of Lando’s drivers room looking completely unbothered and uncaring, but the fact that he’s here, that he’s arguing Lando on this is proof enough that he does care. That he’s willing to fight for Lando. Fight for them.
And maybe, maybe it’s all going down in flames. Maybe they will crash and burn and never speak to each other again.
But maybe, Lando can get off the couch, let himself fall into the soft embrace of Oscar’s arms, let himself be kissed, go on that goddamned date.
Maybe, just maybe, they could try.
Oscar is still standing there, patient and calm and yet so stubborn and Lando thinks fuck it.
He gets off the couch.
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