reygante Yay!!!

I am not a yumeshipper! At least, I don’t use that label for myself. I use the tags for reach but I won’t get mad if I get called a yumeshipper anyway.

My oc (pictured on the left in both drawings :3) is named Onix Reyes!!! This version of her is 35 years old. She’s a lesbian and goes by she/her pronouns :3 she also has pyrokinesis which is kinda important

I also headcanon Sofia as a lesbian btw…nobody gaf about Julian Rush sorry.

Feel free to follow :3 I would like oomfs !!! :3

(Ship tag is #reygante <3 , general Sofia is #Onix’s wife <3 , general Onix is #Sofia’s wife <3 , writing is #ruey writes , art is #ruey draws)

She likes the type of kiss where she can feel Onix’s tongue press against hers, and her nose squish against Onix’s cheek, and makes her squeeze her eyes shut, and that, afterward, leaves her barely able to breathe. The type of kiss that makes her confuse her passion with her anger and back again. The type of kiss that grounds her, that reminds her Onix is there and will be there still when she opens her eyes.

New year, new haircut for Sofia Gigante. (I’m manifesting)

I like to think that maybe Sofia would get a little tired of not sleeping in a bed but not feeling safe enough to sleep in what used to be hers. She’d go to Onix’s apartment on a whim in the middle of the night and ask her if she could stay. Onix would be surprised but she’d say yes. Of course she’d say yes.

When Onix would open the door to Sofia, she’d be getting ready to go to sleep. She’d be in an oversized t-shirt without any pants and her hair in a bonnet and yet it’d be striking to Sofia how beautiful she is. She’d think that maybe it’s just because she hadn’t seen her in so long that she’d have that thought. It might scare her to have that thought— it might mean she could love Onix again despite how desperate she is to keep her walls up. Despite how deeply Onix had hurt her when she abandoned her, leaving her with no one by her side but Alberto for years.

Even then, she’d been inclined to believe Onix’s explanation. When they reunited, she’d been having a hard day. Everything reminded her of her brother (she’d been at his funeral, after all) and Onix happened to be there, offering her familiar comfort. So, Sofia, downhearted and a little desperate, let Onix back into her life in spite of her paranoia that she might go on to regret that decision.

Later, when Onix would go to brush her teeth, Sofia would ask her if she could wear something of hers. She knows Onix wouldn’t mind but she’d ask anyway. She always used to, even before. Onix’s drawers are second nature to Sofia, I think. She’d know just where to find what she’s looking for.

The shirt she’d wear would smell just like Onix— like caramel and smoke. It’d be a comfort to Sofia when she wouldn’t yet be ready to be in Onix’s arms again. Onix would offer to sleep on her couch to give Sofia some space but Sofia would tell her she doesn’t have to— that she might feel better, in fact, with Onix near her. So Onix would fall asleep facing away from Sofia but Sofia would spend a while watching her breathe, thinking about how long it’d been since she’d had that view.

Sofia would wake up before Onix. She always had but after being released from Arkham, she can’t stay asleep for long, not unless she tries harder than she’s often willing to. Onix wouldn’t have moved from the position she’d fallen asleep in, still on her side of the bed.

Sofia would run a hand along her neck, expecting to feel open wounds and to pull it away to see blood under her nails but…that wouldn’t happen. There would be nothing. No scratches, no blood. It’d be a relief to her, I think. For once, she’d get to lie back down. She’d get to watch Onix. She’d get to look around Onix’s apartment from her bed to see her paintings across the room, her photos in their frames on her side table (she’d see a Polaroid of herself and remember the day, over a decade ago, Onix took it), her jackets hung up by the front door, and her bright red guitar propped up against the wall.

It’d be odd for Sofia to be somewhere that’s not hers but feels more like home than the mansion ever really had, in the bed of the woman she once loved so much it physically hurt. Even still, her heart would ache in the face of such proximity— physically, close enough to reach out and press herself against Onix in the hope of obtaining some much-needed comfort, but emotionally, too distant and bruised to even imagine doing such a thing.

I did a silly little relationship/dynamic chart for Onix with The Penguin’s characters since I haven’t talked about her relationships with anyone besides Sofia much :3 I tried to elaborate on them a little as well where I could :3

Enjoy >__< and uh ask me questions if you wanna :3

But also I wanna draw them so so so badly. ugh. i NEED to draw them again for something i'm working on writing right now but i have WORK to do this is so evil.

Click for slightly higher yet for some reason still abysmal quality !

! Reygante (Oc x Sofia Gigante) ficlet. Little drabble thing :3 !

I’ve been in a Reygante mood lately (as I always am). Just kinda been itching to write them being soft and sweet 🙂‍↕️ my first piece of writing on here wheee!!! Hopefully there will be more from me in the future :-)

Basically: Sofia wakes up stuck in self pity, only able to dwell on her flaws. Onix helps her out of it.

Sofia woke up in the morning like she always did since she’d been released— heavy. Unable to fall back asleep despite craving just a minute or two more. Nothing much different than the morning before. Just the date on the calendar.

Nothing except Onix’s arm draped over her waist from behind and their fingers tangled loosely together.

The sight of it brought a quiet relief for just a moment before she sat up and removed both the covers and the arm from her torso. She stood up and trudged her way to her bathroom, just as she had the previous morning and every other morning before that.

There, Sofia looked closely at her neck in the mirror, examining her skin as thoroughly as she had for the past week. To her surprise, she saw no scratches. No new ones, anyway. No blood under her nails which meant she’d had no nightmare the previous night. With no new flaws to pick at, though, she turned her attention to the old ones.

In the sleeveless top she’d worn to bed, everything she thought of as a flaw was on display. Slowly, her eyes trailed down her reflection— first to her left shoulder which donned a large, raised scar, then to her chest, and then her upper right arm. When she was done, her gaze made its way back up until she was making eye contact with her own reflection.

All she could do was stare at a version of herself that she hardly recognized. A version of herself that had been stolen from, neglected, and lied to.

She took a deep breath as her shoulders dropped and her eyes bore into herself. And, in the corner of the mirror, she saw Onix arise from her bed.

Onix, tired and leisurely, walked toward where she knew Sofia would be: in front of her mirror. Without an ounce of hesitation or caution, Onix rested her chin on Sofia’s shoulder and encircled her waist in her arms, a soft groan that made Sofia’s heart quietly melt leaving her. Sofia’s brain had hardly caught up with Onix’s actions before she began to press gentle kisses everywhere she could reach.

Onix started at Sofia’s shoulder, peppering the large scar on it with more affection in one minute than she’d felt in ten years. Soon after, Onix made her way up Sofia’s upper body, pressing her lips to her neck, then under her jaw, then her cheek, and then her temple.

Onix’s arms are tight and warm around Sofia’s frigid torso. It brought Sofia to soften her expression as the rest of her softened, too.

Onix then muttered, a little scratchy yet syrupy sweet, “g’morning, my baby,” followed by a groggy sigh.

That, unlike anything else ever had been, was enough to pull Sofia’s eyes off her own reflection. She looked, instead, at the taller woman at her side.

It had been so long since Sofia had seen Onix’s relaxed smile or been in her anchoring embrace or felt the heat of the fire stoked inside her. She’d forgotten how much she missed it.

Ten years ago, Sofia might’ve joked, “oh, so I’m your baby?” She’d chuckle at herself and begin to laugh when she saw Onix chuckling too. Now, however, she has so little humour left.

So she just smiles a barely-there smile and slowly lets herself lean into Onix’s warmth— another kiss pressed to her cheek and a radiant smile to match her own, much softer one.

When Sofia starts to looks up at herself in the mirror again, the first thing her attention is drawn to is Onix right next to her.

Another recent comm!!!!!! Look at my babies…they’re so cute…

I wanted to have Sofia giving Onix some love bc I felt like that just needed to happen 🙂‍↕️

the concept of Sofia consciously puffing up her chest a little bit to make herself look bigger and scarier...