Talofa everyone! I was supposed to post this yesterday but alas! I was knocked out...yeah.
Anyway, I want to share this wonderful and adorable art piece that I've requested to @temeyes And I want to say THANK YOU SO MUCH TIM FOR DOING THIS!
And if you're wondering WHAT I have requested....well....LOOK AT THIS!
Yes. A Samoan Captain is carrying the Mexican Colonel. Why you ask? Because SOMEONE had been calling Alejandro about his- AHEM- FOREHEAD- ACK!
So Kanoa is making sure to take the angry Colonel away from the group and just taking him back to Rudy. So don't worry everybody! The Captain had gotten this cover!
And also, just wanna share about their relationship.
Alejandro and Kanoa really do respect each other and I know that they will treat each other like brothers-in-arms! I mean, two charming boys? Why the hell not?! Hehehe! Both of them will be little sillies together! Lol
Thank you again @temeyes for creating this! I've loved it so much! And also, their commissions are close everyone but they will let you know of when they'll be able to re-open! So enjoy your rest my dear friend! Love ya, pele!
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copying @lavenderpanic bc i loved their oc moodboard and i wanted to do one for my the pitt oc
(ignore the white boys, saul is brown,, it's so hard to find gay brown boys on pinterest)
saul māhoe is a 23yo jewish hawai'ian scene boy and a spanish language major. he works as an on-hand translator in the ptmc ed while he's doing part time study for his spanish masters paper. he did his study abroad in mexico and obtained dual citizenship, and moved back to the US to potentially help with translation and other issues regarding hispanic americans.
how saul landed the job at ptmc is due to being a frequent flyer. he has a knee injury that flares up on occasion and it lands him in the ed due to his knee locking up. so the nurses, robby, and some of the residents are aware of him. eventually a nurse realises he's drug seeking and they refer him to NA where he stays for a couple months to get sober. when he gets out, he no longer has his old job so robby puts in a referral to help him land at job at ptmc.
while working at the ptmc ed, he interacts with everyone more, meeting dennis whitaker. the boy's mousey farm boy charm gets to saul and he falls head over heels. tho he's not super confident in his sexuality, he can't help but tease whitaker at any free oppurtunity he has, just wanting the dr's attention. dennis isn't sure how to feel about it at first, but warms up to it, engaging in light teasing in return.
robby doesn't take too fondly to this but saul decides flirting with robby too will solve the issue and surprisingly it does; the old man flusters easy and just walks away, not wanting to catch an HR case bc of juvenile flirting.
being unashamed of recovery, saul has an NA bracelet and keychain on his keys, which langdon notices. frank sparks up conversation one shift and the pair bond over their shared recovery, promising to help each other out and attend sessions together. it becomes codependent very quickly, and adds another confusing layer to the dynamics saul has with the doctors in the ptmc ed.
psst @santosscissorsister,, you should drop your oc too
Author's Note: This is basically how mine and Jey's meet-cute story started. But I'm retelling it in dialogue-only form 🤭. Iva is me btw.
Use your imagination and visualize the scenario. 😁
Cook Island & Samoan translations
Ka kite (Good bye)-Cook Island
Katea (Go away)-Cook Island
Faafetai lava (Good bye)-Samoan
Pronunciations
Ka Kite (Car-Key-Teh)
Katea (Car-Teh-A)
Faafetai lava (Far-Feh-Tie, Lava)
A/N^ Obviously Polynesians pronounce island words differently to how non Polynesians would pronounce them, so I broke it down so that it's easy for you (reader) to try and pronounce it.
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Iva: Scoffs What are you looking at? Do you have an eye problem or something?
Jey: I'm looking at you, girl. Licks his lips
Iva: Well, unlook at me!
Jey: I can't; your fine ass is mesmerizing, baby girl.
Iva: Rolls her eyes Oh please, as if I'm your type.
Jey: What's that supposed to mean?
Iva: Scoffs I'm not dumb, okay? I know what guys like you look for in a woman, and I'm clearly not it.
Jey: Can you read my mind or something since you seem to know everything?
Iva: Yes! now, ka kite
Jey: Huh?
Iva: Katea!
Jey: Say what now?
Iva: Faafetai lava. Walks away from him.
Jey: Yells out to her* AY!, THAT LAST BIT I DID UNDERSTAND!, I AM SAMOAN!, YOU KNOW!! Sighs.................................No yeet!!
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I had this idea of a Aonung x human oc in the back of my headfor a while but I didn’t have a clue how to begin writing it. I made some montage with pinterest picture and then I made something with those two images.
And something just clicked so here is how my oc met Aonung.
Aonung needed to clear his head. The villagewas celebrationg the new young warriors. He would lie if he said he didn’t feel jealous of them. He had failed once again. He didn’t understand why his father found him unworthy of becoming a warrior. Right now his parents were tending to his little sibbling. The boy was only a few months old and he was receiving more praise from his parents that Aonung ever heard of. His little brother had fetch them a piece of food and presented it to them. His eyes shine, eagerly waiting for their praise and approval and he got it immediatly.
His parents looked proud of him, his father pat his hair affectionnely and his mother took him in her embrac3. Did they ever treated Aonung like that? Were they ever proud of him for simply existing or was it that their first child would forever be a disapointment in their eyes?
He shook his head and dived under the water, away from the crownd and toward a place he liked to go to when he needed to be alone. A cave, not too far from the village but hidden enough so that he was the only one aware of it’s existence. It was a peacefull place. There was a small waterfall in it that made a sweet sound that helped him relax.
He made his way through out of the water and followed his usual path. He was reaching the netry of the cave when he heard a voice humming. It was soft and playful... and sad strangely.
He entered the cave. A girl was bathing under the swall waterfall. The glowing algea in the cave lake aloud him to see her clearly. He knew what a human was, he had heard stories about them, he met some of them and onewas even living among them. But this one was different. It was a female human, he had never saw a female human before. She was as small as a child but she obviously was not. She might have been about his age even a bit older but he wasn’t sure.
By default he was warry of human, they were demons in his eyes, even the one he knew. Maybe some of them had good intention but he was sure they would eventually succumb to their nature. They were evil.
That’s why a vrrtep, as innocent as she looked had nothing to do so close to his village.
"Hey!"
He screamed. When he’ll tell this memory, he’ll say he doesn’t remember what he said afterward. Just that he approached, splashing the water around and startling the girl. He reached her and she looked up at him. Her eyes were dark, it was like staring at the night sky without the stars. He remember stoping himself. Her hair lifted up from her soulder. They were like anemone, moving like waves around her face.
The both of them were froze in place. He wanted to chase her away or make her a prisonner but it was like his brain stoped working. He was hypnotised by the way her hair moved. Subconsciously he run his hand in the strand of her hair. Was tawtute’s hair suppose to move like that? Spider’s hair didn’t... why wasn’t she running away?
They snap ed out of their trance when an explosion was heard. It came from his village but... their were attacked. It was the human, those vrrtep found them.
The girl an away before he could stop her, and he ran back to the village to help them...
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(A BEAUTIFUL art commission made by @temeyes LOVE YOU SO MUCH PELE! And thank you for making my babies come to LIFE!😍🥰💖)
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As the morning sun slowly rose over the island of American Samoa, golden light spilled across the horizon and slipped quietly through the open window. The curtains swayed lazily in the island breeze, dancing as if they, too, were waking from a dream. Sunlight poured into the room, gently illuminating the two figures who lay peacefully entwined beneath the sheets.
The only sound was the soft rhythm of their breathing — slow, steady, comforting. Warm rays brushed against their faces, and the man stirred first. A quiet hum escaped his lips as his eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the glow of morning. Realizing it was dawn, he let out a low yawn and rubbed the last traces of sleep from his eyes.
Then he looked down.
There she was, resting in his arms — calm, safe, completely at peace. Her black hair fanned softly against the pillow, her expression relaxed in a way only sleep could grant. In that moment, the world outside no longer mattered.
A warm, tender smile curved his lips. He loved seeing her like this — unguarded, serene, his. And as he tightened his hold around her just slightly, he silently wished the morning would linger a little longer.
As he tightened his arms gently around his lover, she began to stir, a soft hum slipping from her lips as she slowly woke from her dreams.
Gaz noticed immediately.
A fond smile touched his face as he leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to the side of her head, lingering there for just a moment as if savoring the quiet warmth between them. The scent of her hair, the steady rise and fall of her breathing — it made the morning feel even softer.
“Morning, Tiala,” he whispered, his voice still husky with sleep. “Did you sleep well?”
His words brushed against her ear like a secret meant only for her, low and gentle, carrying the kind of affection that didn’t need to be loud to be felt.
Tiala hummed softly, only to groan when the morning light spilled across her face. She squeezed her eyes shut in protest, burying herself deeper into the warmth beside her before slowly turning her head toward Gaz.
“Is it morning already?” she muttered, her voice thick with sleep.
Gaz couldn’t help but chuckle at the adorable irritation written all over her face. “Yes, it is,” he murmured, brushing a loose strand of hair away from her forehead. “And I’m guessing you’re not very fond of it?”
She scoffed lightly, though a small smile tugged at her lips. “I might be,” she said, narrowing her eyes at him playfully, “if someone hadn’t been so rough last night.”
Gaz raised a brow, feigning innocence. “Hey,” he replied smoothly, his voice dropping to that teasing tone she knew too well. “I can’t help it if someone looks that beautiful beneath me.”
Before she could fire back another remark, he leaned in, his lips trailing slowly along her neck — soft, deliberate kisses that carried both apology and promise. His hand tightened just slightly at her waist, a silent reminder that he wasn’t done teasing her yet.
A soft giggle escaped her lips — a sound that once would have felt foreign to her.
For so long, Tiala had built herself from stone. She had locked her heart away from any man who dared come close, scarred by the way she had been treated before — used, hurt, forced into things she never wanted. Loving someone had once felt like weakness.
She had even tried to shut Gaz out.
But time has a quiet way of breaking down walls.
Days became weeks. Weeks slipped into months. Then a year passed… and then another.
Somewhere in between shared glances, late-night talks, and mornings like this, she realized something terrifying and beautiful all at once:
Gaz was nothing like the others.
He never pushed when she wasn’t ready. Never demanded more than she could give. He stayed.
He stayed through the nightmares that tore her from sleep, holding her until her shaking stopped. He stayed when she refused to eat certain foods because they carried memories she didn’t want to relive, gently helping her rebuild what trauma had taken from her. He stayed through the silences, the mood swings, the days when she shut down.
And when missions pulled them apart, he was always the one who called first — voice steady, soft, promising her he’d return. Sending kisses through the phone like little pieces of reassurance. Reminding her she wasn’t alone.
He had always been there.
Tiala never expected someone like him to cling to her the way he did — not out of need, but out of devotion. He waited for her. Supported her. Loved her with a patience she didn’t think she deserved.
Sometimes it made her chest ache.
Because she remembered how harsh she had been. How many times she rejected him. How often she pushed him away, convinced he would leave like the rest.
But he didn’t.
He held on.
And somehow, despite everything, he was still here — loving her as if she had never been broken at all.
Tiala couldn’t remember the last time she had felt this warm. This safe.
She couldn’t even remember the last time a man had shared her bed — not like this. Not with gentleness.
A soft smile curved along her lips as she glanced over her shoulder. Gaz’s arms were wrapped securely around her waist, his touch firm but careful, as if she were something precious. His lips brushed slowly against her skin, warm and unhurried.
Even against the scarred skin that covered her right arm.
She used to flinch when anyone touched it.
But Gaz had known her story. He had listened — really listened — when she told him how it happened. And he hadn’t looked at her with pity. Or discomfort.
Instead, he had pressed his lips to the ruined skin as if it were something sacred.
Not to hide it.
Not to ignore it.
But to honor it.
Another reason she loved him.
The Sergeant had never judged her — not her scars, not her sharp tongue, not the walls she built so carefully around herself. It was as if he could see straight through them. As if he had never been afraid of her fire.
Gaz didn’t just see her beauty.
He saw her heart.
He saw the way she cared for her family — the way she scolded her younger brothers, and sometimes even the older ones. Especially Kanoa. And yet, she loved them fiercely, protectively, without hesitation.
And somehow… he loved that about her too.
They had settled into a quiet kind of comfort. He watched her the way he always did — gently, as if she were something precious he’d sworn to protect.
He kept pressing soft kisses to the scar on her arm.
Tiala sighed and lifted that same arm, shielding her eyes from the sunlight. The light traced the ridges of old damage, illuminating what had once been there.
The tattoo.
The mark that had tied her to her ancestors. To her family. To home.
Now, only scar tissue remained.
“You know…” she murmured, still staring at her arm. “Sometimes I think my parents might be disappointed in me for losing it.”
Her fingers moved slowly from her wrist to her shoulder, tracing what used to be ink.
“But they never said that. They were only worried about me. Growing up, our Samoan tattoos represented our ancestors — our people, our family. Our culture. Our home.”
Her voice thinned.
“I carried so much pride when I first got it. I felt… whole.” She swallowed. “And then that bastard took it away.”
Her hand trembled.
“He took my pride. And my virginity.”
Gaz felt the words like a blade to the ribs. He hated that this was part of her story. Hated that someone had tried to strip away something sacred from her.
But when he looked at her, he didn’t see loss.
He saw fire.
She was still the same woman who loved fiercely. Who carried her heritage in her heart, even if it no longer lived on her skin.
Gently, he lifted his hand and placed it over hers. Careful. Tender. His thumb brushed against the scar, not in pity — but in reverence.
As if reminding her that nothing about her was ruined.
“You didn’t lose it, Tia,” he said softly.
She went still, but she didn’t pull her hand away.
“You may have lost the ink,” he continued, his thumb brushing gently over her scar, “but everything it stood for? Everything you were taught? That’s still inside you.”
Carefully, he guided her hand downward until it rested over her chest — over her heart. His hand remained over hers, steady and warm.
“It’s here,” he murmured. “It’s always been here.”
His gaze didn’t waver.
“If you love your family… your culture… if you still carry them with pride — then nothing was taken from you. Not really. They didn’t leave you. And you didn’t lose them.”
His voice wasn’t forceful.
It was certain.
“And even if you did lose them… I’ll be here to remind you.”
Tiala’s back pressed against his chest. She could feel him smiling behind her, the warmth of it brushing against her neck. His lips traced soft kisses there, coaxing a hum of comfort from her. She closed her eyes, letting herself melt into the quiet softness of him.
Her heart fluttered gently, and a few tears slipped unbidden. Gaz’s words — steady, reassuring, true — wrapped around her like a shield. She believed every one of them. Trusted him completely. His judgment. His actions. Everything about him.
A/N: First off, I would like to say a big THANK YOU to @temeyes for creating this piece! It looks so beautiful! And it's a good thing too that I've wrote a story about it as well! I loved my babies so much and I'm happy that they are finding great comfort from each other! Especially for Tiala. Since we all know how she is towards men. But when she gets to know Gaz more. She had finally let her walls down and embraced to the man who had truly love and care for her! Hehehe! I also hope you guys enjoyed reading this! It had took me a while and having some help (my older sister) to fixed this story. Trying my best to upgrade my writing and understanding the plot line that I've created. And even for the characters. So I hope you like it! Thank you so much for reading this far!
💘HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!💘
(P.S. if you are interested to commission with Tim. Look through here! It will end very soon which it is on the 22nd of this month! So make sure to commission with them! And give them your BEST support! Thank you and love you peles!😘💖)
I just wanted to share this wonderful piece that I requested @temeyes for their commission! Which I really do appreciate it!
So here is the results!
This is my COD OC Sergeant Agnes “Blast Falagi! Hanging out with Gaz!
Their relationship is more of a SIBLING relationship. Just an annoying little sister roasting her older brother. Hehehe.
I really do love these two very much of being those kind of sibling like.
And in case you were wondering if what they are talking about. They’re both talking about the time when Gaz, Price and Farah went to save Laswell from those terrorist who had kidnapped her. Agnes is part of that mission too. So she also assisting them to retrieve their friend.
She was with Gaz in the helicopter along with Nikolai. Going up being the eye in the sky!
And we all remember that scene of how the RPG hit the helicopter and Gaz fell off? Yup. Agnes was safe and thinking Gaz was gone until she heard him saying to Nikolai.
“I’M NOT DEAD NIK! I’M HANGING FROM A BLOODY ROPE!”
And that is when Agnes had tried to pull the rope up but…I don’t think she has the muscle (YET) to pull him up so Nikolai had to lift the helicopter up.
Lol. At least Agnes tried.😂
So yeah, that’s what this scene is. And I am very happy that @temeyes had done this one! And if you guys are interested of their commission. You can go ahead and check on their page and look up for it!
But they are currently close right now. So once you get a notification from them about their opening. Then Zoom your way there and DM them! 😁
So yeah, that’s about it! Thank you again Tim for doing this! I love them already!
I had another wonderful art piece that I have requested by @temeyes I have commissioned them to crest my COD OC with Rudy!
And here is the results!
Rudy is very confident and trusted Tiala is in her BEST behavior with the Vaqueros. But it seems like the soldiers still doubted that she wouldn’t even BITE them.
Everyone really questioned of how does Rudy even HANDLE with rough people. Like Alejandro and then Tiala. Not even Kanoa could keep Tiala calm without giving those glare😂
How does he do it?
Anyway, about their relationship. Rudy was the FIRST man (besides her brothers) that Tiala trusted and respected. For he does remind her of someone that she was closed with before. So you could say that she is more comfortable to hang out with him than any other men.
So again, thank you @temeyes for doing this for me! I love this so much! And also everyone, their commission is OPEN if you’re interested to commission with them! Please do give them your support! And if you want to know about the prices. Look here!
