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Railway - Bang Chan

(Behind-the-scenes 🐺)

i know i already commented on that silly halloween costumes post BUT for bitemark i also have a very humble suggestion (they both relate to joker in their own way)

I swear I'm still working on this and initially I wanted to post it like 3 days ago but I've been working so much lately I haven't had a minute to breathe,, I swear I'll post it this week still

silly little me likes them pretty colors

Don't mind if I do.

Ever since I read that one hurt comfort OS of Reyna & Sova, I couldn't stop thinking of them as best frenemies.

So, since Sova is from a cold country, and Reyna has a zero winter tolerance, would you be able to write something with snow and some banter? Like a snowball fight or something :>

Done! I feel like I didn't exactly connect to the vibes you were looking for but at least it feels semi fluffy? And ngl I was already thinking of going back to that story and expanding it. This works as a sequel as a result :p

Happy Holidays everyone :))

1.5k words, fluff (mostly?), mentions tremorbolt. Works as a sequel to this.

Yes, it was a cold night. And had it been any other scenario, namely one where he was comfortably snuggled up with Breach, Sova would’ve admitted that, yes, in this moment, he was cold. The snowstorm started shortly after he and Reyna landed. Disrupt, destroy, and get out was the name of the game when it came to this mission in the mirrored Earth. With how quickly the snow whipped around and the sheer freezing temperature of the weather though, there was not much more for them to do. Mother Nature was on their side. Kinda.

Sova had removed his armour, which was a nice reprieve, as lugging around ice cold metal on his chest and torso was literally sucking all heat from him, but he was wrapped in his cape, and the several layers of warm blankets, all while sitting next to a portable heater. And yet, even like this, he quickly realized that he wasn’t exactly warming up as quickly as he’d like. And again, had it been Breach on this mission with him, which it should have been until Breach caught a fever, they would’ve been in this wrap of blankets together. But since he refused to even think about doing that with Reyna, they had to divide their blankets evenly and were now stubbornly lying down on opposite sides of this tent while they waited on the snowstorm to subside.

She hadn’t really said anything since he finished setting up their tent. A few weeks ago, she would’ve been merciless in complaining about the cold, complaining about the mission, and complaining about Sova. He vaguely wondered if that was because of what happened up on the roof of the headquarters that night, but they hadn’t spoken since then, so there was no way to know. Still, he should probably just check that she was still breathing, and that he wasn’t going to have to lug an icicle around here until their mission ended.

He shifted around, trying not to unwrap any layers as he wiggled around. When he finally turned himself over, realizing only now how cold the other side of him was, he saw that Reyna was studying him. She was eyeing him from her own bundle of blankets, and when their eyes met, she smiled. It wasn’t comforting or even kind, but it fit her. She moved closer to him, even daring to emerge from the mess of blankets. As she did, Sova realized that she was wearing a hoodie – his hoodie. He narrowed his eyes at her, only partly because he was annoyed that he hadn’t gotten it back, and then closed his eyes as though he were trying to sleep.

The peace that he sought out wasn’t given though as he finally realized why Reyna had left her blankets in the first place. There was pressure on his side, enough that he could feel it through his blankets. He opened his eyes again to glare at her.

“Remove your hand.”

“There are easier ways to warm up,” she responded.

His glare only intensified. He refused to even say anything, and that was the hint she needed apparently. She shrugged as if this was nothing new and walked back to her blankets. He rolled back around, even though his back was still in need of heat, and he let himself rest.

In the morning, they headed out to assess the damages caused by the storm the previous night. Sova was wrapped in his parka, even throwing his hood up to help keep his heat in. To his side, he saw Reyna in what looked to be a thinner jacket. Did she really have no idea how to pack for weather like this? Still, she was not his responsibility to care about. He handed the binoculars to her and shrugged.

“I can’t see signs of life. We should be clear to descend.”

She snatched it out of his hands and tried to look through it, though it didn’t take amazing perception to see that even now, her hands were shaking while she tried to look through it. Eventually, she swore under her breath and looked back at Sova.

“Fine. Let’s get moving. Mierda. It’s cold.” He would normally just shrug and agree, but when Sova looked over at her, he saw her eyeing his jacket.

“My grandmother once said that you must suffer your mistake to truly learn a lesson.”

She glared back at him as he chuckled and started picking his way down the slope and towards their target. About halfway down the slope, the little voice at the back of his head realized that he hadn’t heard Reyna’s set of footsteps in a few seconds. The moment after he made that connection, he felt something hit his back, and felt the snow slide down his coat.

“Serves you right, perrito,” Reyna laughed from a little ways up the hill.

Without a word or a second through, Sova reached down to clump up some snow into a sizable snowball, or at least one that would stay together, and he whipped it back at where Reyna was, crouched in the snow. It landed squarely on her face, and it was his turn to chuckle in self satisfaction while her eyes glowed with a purplish energy from her rage. He had to start moving. She had the high ground, and much more cover around her, while Sova was in the open. The closest bit of cover by him were a few pine trees, and he practically threw himself behind them, just barely dodging the incoming snowball. While he had some reprieve here, he quickly formed four more snowballs, not really caring about their shape or how lumpy they were. As long as they were clumped together and had some weight to them, he was fine. He peeked around the couple trees and got immediately slapped across the face by an incoming shot.

“Revenge,” Reyna called out as she lobbed out a second shot, this one easily dodged, “is best when it’s cold!”

Then she called out something in Spanish that he didn’t really understand but the meaning was clear enough. He quietly stalked his way to another group of trees that could be cover, carrying his premade ammunition with him. As he saw another snowball get launched at the trees he was no longer hiding behind, he smiled to himself. This was it. The next time he saw her head peek out, he launched two snowballs at her, laughing when he saw the snow decorating her forehead and shoulder.

“You are only using the cold. I was born in a place like this,” he called out, ducking a little when the snow spattered against the tree trunk, and the little bits of snow splattered across his face.

When he looked up again, he saw her charging at him. He quickly launched his last two premade ones at her, and both hit with a solid thunk. It didn’t seem to do enough because the next moment, she had tackled him, and they rolled down the hill a little before Sova pulled himself together and stopped their momentum. And they were in an interesting position now. Sova was holding a clump of snow behind Reyna’s head, ready to shove it under her jacket at a moment’s notice. Reyna was holding some loose snow just over his mouth as though she meant to shove it in him.

“You and your tricks,” she accused, when she saw him holding the snow dangerously close to her collar.

“I would have no need for them if you had put some forethought into this mission,” he countered.

They stayed in this stalemate for another second before he saw Reyna’s arm tense and he dropped the snow down her shirt as she shoved the snow over his mouth and nose.

“Hey! Alpha One, everything ok?”

They froze, Sova pushing Reyna off him and sputtering out all the water he had just eaten and breathed in, and Reyna mid-shake as she was trying to get rid of the snow from the inside of her jacket as soon as possible.

Sova tried to regain as much composure as possible and coughed as he answered their captain. “Sova reporting. Everything is fine. The storm has done most of the damage for us, and we are now approaching to scan for signs of life.”

“Huh… Must be the equipment malfunctioning from the cold then. Your biomarkers were starting to heighten. Made us think you were in a fight.”

“Sova is right. Everything’s good. The check shouldn’t take much longer. We’ll be done with this fool’s mission soon.”

“Glad to hear everything’s alright,” Brimstone said, ignoring the less than professional comment from her. “Check back in as you need.”

The line went quiet again, and Sova just let out a scoff. Because even though, yes, this was an unnecessary confrontation in the middle of a mission while they were both freezing, he found that he didn’t… he didn’t hate that. And a part of him worried about what that meant for his morals going forward. Reyna’s hand in front of his face paused all that thought.

“Truce? For now.”

He nodded. And when she pulled him up, he couldn’t help but think that it was strange that in a place as cold as this, with a woman as cruel as Reyna, well, her hands were so warm. The one thing missing from this entire mission, and it was radiating off her palms.

Little love fell asleep.

sage is so graceful and subtle, yet bold, just like the way you draw. maybe you could do a sketch of her holding a sword?

shes both shield and sword

i spent my entire last braincell on this (thank you for the compliment tho :>>>)

today's session was wild

Little love fell asleep.

behold, two very serious adult men, on their way to a costume party

So this is what we call an accident child/OC...they just happen over night xD

It was literally like 4am when I was doodling, and then - out of the blue - this guy popped up in my head...so good old me thought; why not draw him?

The color scheme came a little bit later though. I first wanted him to have a grey, blue, yellow design but changed it since I didn't like the result.. Also, he was gonna have yellow glowing eyes instead of blue-white-purple-ish ones.