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isame-allen · 5 months ago
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Sibling au past(when the youngest siblings were in kindergarden)
They’re all silly in their own way
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moonfurthetemmie · 2 months ago
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Hiii!! I just wanted to draw how I see ds!h hunter! I have actually no clue why I've been so obsessed with him lately.. Buttttt enjoy some art anyway đŸ˜Œâ€
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HI??? OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU??? THANK YOU??
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ask-horror-ds · 1 year ago
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What do they all think of eachother?
Sparrow: Well, I think it should be kind of obvious what I think of the trio down in the jail.
Spindle, fake whispering: He hates them.
Sparrow, side-eyeing Spindle: I don’t hate them. But they’re not exactly great people, so I think it’s sufficient to say that I’m not exactly a fan.
Sparrow: As for Dream, I’m
not entirely sure. Look, I know he’s an awful person and has the blood of hundreds, if not thousands of people on his hands, but
he was also my boss for god knows how long. I always trusted him. And it’s a bit hard to change my own opinion of him that drastically.
Sparrow: And Gouge is a whole other can of worms. I can’t believe someone that close to me could do something so
.horrifying.
Spindle: I dunno I personally think they’re all shitheads.
Pulaski: I don’t know much about any of them, but the snippets I’ve heard have given me a
less than ideal opinion of them.
(None of them really know Hunter unfortunately)
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Slash: Oh give us 5 minutes in a room with bird boy and you’ll see exactly how we feel about him.
Byte: God what I would give to gut his fucking ass.
Pluto: He’s such a fucking bitch. We all hate him. I mean look at us! He fucking locked us up! He’s a dick!
Slash: And don’t even get me started on ‘Lord Dream.’ What a narcissistic asshole. I may not hate him as much as Finch, but he’s a very close second.
Byte: Meh I hate Finch way more. Slash has some weird vendetta against Dream-
Slash: Because he’s a fucking prick! You know he is!
Byte: -but I don’t really care that much. I mean I want him dead but it could be quick for all I care.
Byte: Now Hunter, ohhhh he’s a close second
Pluto: Oh we all hate Hunter. He’s so annoying. He needs to learn when to shut the hell up and piss off.
Slash: Yeah he’s an annoying bastard. We’ve tried to skin him but he’s too damn slippery.
Byte: Gouge is pretty cool though.
Slash: Yeah we’re chill with Gouge. She hangs with us sometimes.
Pluto: Used to, anyways.
Slash: Stupid fucking bird bitch.
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Delusion: I’m
unsure of how to feel about Finch at the moment. While he did overthrow me, I do believe he was just doing what he thought was best. He’s wrong, of course, but I understand he wasn’t acting out of malicious intent towards me.
Delusion: And he has given me rather decent accommodations for the situation, and has given me enough magic suppressants that I don’t have to worry as much about getting burned by my aura. So I don’t hate him, which would surprise many given what he did. When I am inevitably released, I may even give him another chance at loyalty. He’ll have to earn it back, of course, but he’ll be allowed the chance.
Delusion: As for the others? I am less than fond of Slash and Byte. They’re clearly negative influences on Pluto, and need to be disposed of. I do have high hopes for Pluto, after all. I believe he and Gouge would get along well.
Delusion: And I believe it should be obvious how I feel about Gouge. She’s a very loyal worker and has thusly earned my respect.
Delusion: Now Hunter is an interesting case. He is rather useless to me and I will likely be rid of him in the long run, but at the moment he is proving a tad useful, so he can stay.
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Gouge: Do I look like I give two shits about them? Fuck off.
(Gouge won’t admit it but she does like the horror squad, maybe even more than she likes Delusion. She thinks Hunter is annoying, and dreams of all the horrifying things she could do to Finch when she breaks out. She hates his guts.)
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Hunter: Oh I really like everyone! Though I really do wish Pluto, Byte and Slash would stop trying to hurt me

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moonfurthetemmie · 2 years ago
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oh yeah I forgot to actually rb/post this
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I’m also deciding the top row is situational bc Gouge has done something wrong, Slash knows she’s done some things, Pluto wouldn’t apologize for murder, and Spindle,,,,for the most part he either did something very fucked up while under Fester’s control and was unable to apologize, or he stepped on Sparrow’s toe after some recovery and then acts like he broke Sparrow’s bones and is so apologetic
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I like the variation. I also like that they’re all idiots :) Btw, I took the top row descriptions to be situational, so this isn’t a judgement on character morals or anything lol. (Dust? Dust you’ve done everything wrong. You just haven’t done anything wrong in this situation lmao)
Template below the cut! Or just shout out your takes in the tags!!
Btw if anyone needs a who’s who for the above, since some of the designs are a bit different, right to left: Horror, Dream, Cross, Nightmare, Blue/Swap, Epic, Ink, Dust, and Killer.
Template by harmatia-grander on here!
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Lessee uhhh Ink by Comyet, Killer by Rahafwabas, Epic by Yugogeer012, Dream n Nightmare by Joku, Horror by Sour-Apple-Studios, and last but not least, Cross by Jakei95. Wait, why the fuck isn’t error in this?? I am so sorry my glitchy bastard. I will feature you soon

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Black Femme Character Dependency Dark Skin Directory: H
H: The Characters
Hailey Collins Here and Now | Hallie McDaniel Scream 2| Hanna Lovecraft Country | Hannah Grose The Haunting of Bly Manor | Harley Hidoko NCIS Los Angeles | Harper Bettencourt iCarly | Harriet Lennox Harlots | Harriet Tubman | Hattie Mitchell Twenties | Hazel Levesque Percy Jackson and the Olympians | Henriette MystÚre à la Tour Eiffel | Hippolyta Freeman Lovecraft Country | Holly Phineas and Ferb | Honeybear Betty | Hunter Neverwhere | Hunter B 15 Loki
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H: The Entertainers
Halimotu Shokunbi | Hamamat | Harriett D Foy | Heather Headley | Heir of Glee | Helen Aluko
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kaiserthebiter3 · 2 months ago
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How would the l&ds men react , if you were getting ready to hang out with Tara and your hunter friends , and you asked him to zip your dress up for you :
Xavier , zayne , rafayel and sylus x reader
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Xavier
Xavier was pretty much getting ready for a nap , he was in the living room scrolling on his phone when he started drifting off to sleep , lazy to get up and have a proper sleep in your shared bedroom , he stretched himself on the couch and was ready to fall asleep.
that's when you entered the living room, with the sound of your high heels echoing through the room , heading towards the couch xavier is resting on , "xavier...." you said tapping on his shoulder gently , he lazily opened his eyes, looking up at you slowly , "I'm sorry I woke you up , but I need help with the zipper of this dress" , you looked at him with pleading eyes "I can't seem to reach it" , he rubbed his eyes while straighting his posture to sit properly and give you a hand , however , now he's no longer sleepy , he just noticed the type of dress you were wearing , it was a white short sundress , that brings out your innocant and soft side , which he cannot resist , and if he cannot resist it , so is the men that you would encounter during this hangout , "you look lovely......so lovely...." he said with a slight frown on his face , while running his hand on your neck down to your collarbone , "thanks... " you said suspicious , "why are you sulking though ? " you ask stretching out your hand to play with his hair , but he stops you by placing your hand close to his mouth only for him to bite on it as a form of possessiveness "is that basterd whom you did your last mission with , gonna be with you guys?" , you roll your eyes at him , "oh come on xavier you promised you weren't going to bring him up again" you sighed helplessly , "yes Tara invited him so he's probably coming , besides I told you that he had told me he has a crush on tara" , xavier pulls you onto his lap , his hands running on your bare back while kissing your neck , "he only told you that so you would let your guard down around him , I've seen the way he looks at you while we're at work" he bites down on your neck "ouch xavier!!" you hit his head lightly , "I'm coming with you" he says zipping your dress up with one hand , "what..?" , "can't let you go out looking like an eye candy , so he could enjoy his time staring at you".
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Zayne
diligent Dr.zayne was at his office per usual , swamped in paperwork and staring at the screen of his laptop which contains 'work related stuff' as you call them .
the door to his room gets opened by you slowly , and you enter his office quietly , slowly you look at him waiting for a reaction to come out of him , but to no avail , he doesn't move his gaze from those papers , you think he didn't even notice you coming in , he does look pretty focused after all ,
you close the door behind you , approaching him on your tiptoes , then stratle him by sitting on his lap without a warning , and above that with your bare back peeking from your unzipped dress , "honey?" , he raises his eyebrow "what do you think you're doing?" he says adjusting the way he's sitting so you'd be more comfortable on his lap , "just getting comfortable" you said faking Innocence , "hmmm..getting comfortable while parading your back to me?" he says with a slight smile creeping on his lips , "oh that? that I need your help with" you said slightly arching your back to give him more room where he could zip it up for you
but instead you feel one of his hands feeling up your soft back , while his other hand wrapped around your waist pulling you closer to him , so his mouth would have access to your neck , "ohh zayne , I'm supposed to meet the girls in 15 minutes" you say biting your lip trying to prevent your sweet sounds , "we have some time darling" , he gently nibbes on your neck and a soft moan escape your lips "you seem to be enjoying this as well?...." he kisses you "am I mistaken?" he says with a smirk on his face , "no it's because of...." your cheeks red because of his teasing , and partially because he was right as well "because of what honey? take your time I have all day" , he says still toying with you , your dress never got zipped up , but your back got some new hickeys instead.
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Rafayel
Rafayel was with you in the room while you were getting ready , in fact , he was helping you decide the dress you were gonna wear for the outing , except he didn't know which outing.
he was helping you to zip up each dress you try and admire how you look unique and beautiful in each one of them , however , the last dress you wore was something else , it was exquisite , it was a silk dark blue dress that hugged your curves perfectly , while revealing a little of your chest area and your thighs .
"It's perfect,cutie" , he said placing his hands your hips feeling them up , "so when are you planning to wear that hmm?" he says whispering in your ear seductively , "ummm...now?" you say confused , he backs up a little to look at you "what do you mean now ? did we plan on a date tonight? " he says trying to recall his plans for today , "no I'm just going out with my friends" you said shrugging as if no big deal "didn't I tell you?" , "no????" "you didn't ??" , he says crossing his arms at you scolding you , "ok , ok so I didn't" "what's the big deal?" you say rolling your eyes , "the problem cutie , is that this dress is too tempting , this dress is supposed to be reserved for me and me alone" he sulks at you still crossing his arms , "ohhh come on I could wear one of the other dresses for our next date , right now I feel like wearing this one" , rafayel closes the distance between you two by pulling you on top of him while he sits on the bed , "and have your male colleagues stare at your chest all day? no thanks" , he unzips your dress with a swift motion , planting kisses on your shoulder "let's have you out of this now shall we?" .
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Sylus
it was noon when you were trying on the dresses that sylus had ready for you in your closet , there was a bunch of them , not one or two , but 10 at least , all designer
every dress you tried looked like it was made for you , sylus truely knows you so well , he knows what would look great on you , however this last dress you were trying , had a zipper that your hand couldn't reach .
afraid that luke and kieran would see you in this state , if you get out of the room , you text sylus telling him to come to where you are right now .
and in a less than a minute the door opens , his figure appearing from your door .
as soon as he's fully in the room , his eyes are looking up and down on you , you who is standing there innocently and helplessly , waiting for someone to help you .
"well , well what do we have here?" he approaches you slowly , his big hands found their place to rest on your waist as soon as he reaches you .
"I thought you said this was urgent?" he smirks and leans down to whisper in your ear , "is this the urgent thing you needed?" he pulls back , only for him to start staring at your chest that's peeking out of the dress perfectly , you push him weakly , "sylus no" you say looking up at him "I just want you to zip the dress up for me" you turn around so he could see
"I'm hanging out with my colleagues for a fancy place today , and I need to wear such a dress" , sylus raises his eyebrow and gives you an unimpressed look , "your colleagues?" , "your immature group of boys colleagues?" his eyebrows furrowed now .
you sigh in annoyance "ohh sylus don't starttt" you whine and cross your arms. "quit whining" he warns , his tone is lower now .
"If you go like this they'll have a great time staring at you like you're a peace of meat" he states.
he pulls you in for a sudden and a powerful kiss , distracting you from the fact that he is undressing you right now , "mhmm sylus" you moan helplessly between his kisses , "voice louder , kitten" , he says placing his hands on your hips roughly , "let me hear you".
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moonfurthetemmie · 2 years ago
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technically the last one would be the blorbo chart for him but this is better to see him so
and we’re going to. Toronto. To watch a symphony. And he’s going to propose to me
which checks out for Hunter but hey listen maybe we can take a few steps back,,,,,it’s the first date,,,,,
Tagging basically anyone who sees this and wants to do it. Have fun :]
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I’ll go first

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Okay
 the Governor and I are headed to Vienna to catch a show at the theatre and I’ll be gifted a love letter! I love this man to bits but I’m expecting a double cross
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always-just-red · 4 months ago
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I loved the Drunked Call with Sylus scenario you made! I like the way you write it and I see you accepting request hehe. Can I request about... Sylus, Zayne and Caleb reaction meeting fem!reader, dates or accidentally met (you name it) and they noticed her long hair has been attached with chewed bubblegum? some kid pulled a prank on her before and she didn't even aware of it
Aw thank you so much!! 💕 I did different pranks for each of the boys just to keep things interesting- I hope you don't mind! They're all equally silly haha, and I had SO much fun writing them. Added Xavier and Raf for good measure, too!
It's Just Not Your Day...
L&DS Boys (& Caleb!) x Reader
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Summary: It's you against the kids of Linkon City, and guess what? The kids are winning.
Genre: Humour + fluff!
Warnings/Additional tags: gn!reader, established relationship, swearing, canon pet names, reader gets a little stressed (and with some of these boys you can understand why 🙃)
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Disclaimer: Characters belong to Love and Deepspace. All work is my own, so please don't repost or plagiarise!
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Xavier ⭐
One of the perks of being a Deepspace Hunter is the way people look at you. You’re used to respect: appreciative nods and gestures, wide-eyed admiration. You’re out in Linkon almost every day, putting your life on the line for everyone in the city. You’re a hero, right?
So why is everyone looking at you so
 funny?
“Xavier,” you speak in a hushed whisper, tugging at the sleeve of your partner’s uniform. “I don’t like this. Something weird is going on.”
He yawns. “What do you mean?”
Can he really not see it? Sure enough, a businessman strolls past you, his eyes locked on you as he frowns, mid-telephone call. You think he even stumbles on his words. “Just look around,” you whisper again. Someone is watching you from across the street, their head cocked.   
Xavier is already looking around. You’re on patrol; that’s sort of the point. But he trusts you, so he follows your instruction: casting his sky-blue eyes around a little more carefully. They narrow. “Sorry,” he says, because you’re usually on the same page, “what are you talking about exactly?”
You fold your arms impatiently. “People are looking at us, Xavier.”
“Oh, I
” he seems to hesitate, “I think they’re just looking at you.”
The words could be romantic, but you don’t get the impression they’re intended to be. He’s implying something. He’s uncertain. “What makes you say that?” you ask, hands moving to your hips.
He shifts awkwardly on his feet. “I think it’s your, you know—” his finger waggles in front of his mouth.
You don’t know. “My what?”
“Your moustache.”
“What?”
Your hand shoots to your upper lip, but you don’t feel anything out of the ordinary. Xavier is staring, though, so you reach for your phone and turn the camera on yourself.
A black, cartoon-villain moustache has been sketched onto your face.
You gape at your reflection. “H— how
?” you stutter, tracing your new feature. Then a memory of this morning flashes through your mind: how you’d fallen asleep on the train to work. How there were those two schoolkids, sniggering, when you’d woken up just in time for your stop. Ugh. Really?
Wait— this morning?!
“Xavier!” you exclaim, turning to him like you’d just found his sword in your back. “Why didn’t you say something?”
It’s just gone three in the afternoon, and he’s been with you for hours. “I thought you knew,” he mumbles, rubbing his neck gingerly.
“You thought I
” You’re too bewildered, too betrayed to repeat it fully. Worst of all you feel guilty; how the hell can he look so freaking innocent? You turn back to your phone, desperately trying to rub the ink from your skin. It doesn’t budge. It doesn’t fade.
“Are you ok?” Xavier asks.
Of course you’re not ok, you feel like an idiot. Your cheeks are hot and the redness is spreading to the rest of your face as you fail to reclaim any of your dignity. “No,” you spit back, “honestly, Xavier, how could you just let me walk around like I’m some kind of—”
You glance up to discover he’s no longer listening. He’s not even here; he’s over there, talking to an old man who’s sat completing a sudoku. Great. Wonderful. Why not? At least one of you is making a good impression on the citizens of Linkon City.
With your eyes close to watering, you have one last, futile attempt at wiping the moustache from your upper lip. It’s not working. Gods, you’re gonna be stuck like this, aren’t you?
Someone taps you on the shoulder, and you look up to see Xavier, back at your side. He smiles reassuringly, sporting a drawn-on moustache of his own. The ends of it are curled even more theatrically than yours.
“Xavier
” you half-laugh in surprise, your eyes watering even more. “Why would you—? Now we both look stupid.”
“I look stupid,” he corrects, running a thumb over your wet cheek. “You look really pretty, moustache or not.”
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Zayne ❄
“What
 happened?”
You sit across from Zayne on a picturesque park bench, like something from a postcard: blue sky stretched above, wildflowers sprouting from the grass below. Birds are singing, butterflies are flittering about, and even the doctor looks perfect— unmarred by the first half of his work day, no matter how stressful it’s been.
It’s a fairy tale you covet: a little reunion with the man you love, on the odd occasion where your lunchbreaks match up and he isn’t drowning in paperwork. And it would be a fairy tale, if it wasn’t for you. You— your uniform soaked and your hair dripping wet. The wooden bench has gone damp beneath you; you’ve literally only just sat down.
“Gee, I don’t know, Zayne,” you hiss, face almost buried in your phone, “what do you think?”
Not too far away from you, some kids are locked in a water-gun battle, their shrieks of laughter loud and infuriating. Zayne glances between you and them, making his deductions. “Why—” he starts.
“Doesn’t matter,” you sniff, wiping your forehead with the back of your sleeve. “They messed with the wrong person, and we’re gonna make sure they know it.”
“We’re going to?”  
“Yeah. Me and you. That a problem?”
You shoot him a glare that sends a shiver down even his spine. “No,” he answers quickly— a survival instinct, uncharacteristically submissive— but his composure returns as you turn back to your phone. “Haven’t you got—”
Another dark look.
“Haven’t we got better things to do than start a war with some children in the park?”
“Not really. Justice is justice.” You shrug before pointing a finger at yourself. “Deepspace hunter.” Then at him. “Cardiac surgeon. Precision is kind of our thing, right? They really don’t stand a chance.” You’re laughing, now: “Gods, I almost feel sorry for them.”
Zayne has been watching your descent into madness with a calmness that does him credit. When he interrupts, it’s gentle. “I don’t think—”
Too gentle; you don’t hear him. “Pick your poison, Dr. Zayne!” Your phone is angled at him to reveal the all-too accessible armoury of an online store. “You’ve got your standard water pistols. Your water blasters.” You’re scrolling and indicating his choices as though you’re the salesman. “This one has two options, single shot or power shot, and— ooh! Look at this one! The AquaJet3000!”
With a soft laugh, Zayne pushes your phone out of his face. He would buy anything you’re selling, although— having seen the prices on your screen— he knows he’d be bankrupt within a week. “Linkon City is fortunate to have you defending it, and whilst I would be honoured, as always, to fight at your side, I was hoping we could
 relax. You’re on a break, remember?”
You pout as he peels a wet strand of hair from your cheek. “Justice doesn’t take breaks.”
“Well, justice is going to have to on this occasion, because I said so.”
“Really?”
“Yes,” he chuckles. “Besides, you shouldn’t fight fire with fire, or water with water. A lot of people look up to you, you know. Me included. So, set a better example. Save violence for the Wanderers.”  
It ought to be patronising: him, lecturing you on right and wrong when you’ve already added three types of water-gun to your virtual cart. He’s always so righteous. So collected. So moral. You want to be mad at him, but how can you be when he’s looking at you like that? Like he thinks the world of you, even when you’re plotting revenge against ten-year-olds.
You have a point to make, so you fold your arms and turn your back on him, even though he’s making your heart feel so frustratingly warm and fuzzy.
“I have something for you,” he says quietly.
To hell with the point. “What is it?” you ask, spinning eagerly around.
He smiles as he retrieves something he’d concealed behind him. It’s a small-ish box, pale pink, with patterns printed to emulate white lace. There’s a logo in the centre and you recognise it at once. “No way,” you enthuse, “that new bakery finally opened?”
You’ve both been waiting for months. “I couldn’t resist when I saw it,” he confirms, lifting the lid. Inside sit two unbelievably pretty cupcakes, buttercream icing spiralled high and adorned with sprinkles of gold leaf. Zayne plucks one from the box. “Perhaps—” he offers it to you— “perhaps this can make you feel better? Without us needing to, well
 attack children.”
You giggle; it does sound pretty stupid when he puts it like that. “Thanks, Zayne,” you grin, reaching out for your reward. You’re glad one of you is vaguely sensible— those water-guns were expensive.
The cake is an inch from your fingers when a jet of water sends it flying from Zayne’s hand. It lands at your feet with an unceremonious splat, and from somewhere behind you, laughter roars.
The doctor blinks down at it in disbelief, his hand still hovering beside yours. He grieves for a long moment, then looks to you solemnly like you’re a colleague and he’s about to ask for a scalpel:
“The AquaJet3000,” he says.  
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Rafayel 🎹
“Rafayel, call me stupid one more time, and I’ll—”
You’ll
 you’ll
 what? He’s looking back at you with wide eyes, his hands frozen when they had just a moment ago been drying the plate you’d handed him. He has some nerve, pretending he’s the victim when he’s spent the entire evening insulting you. This is supposed to be a wholesome moment of domesticity— doing the dishes together before he has to disappear to a late-night gala— so why is he ruining it? Ever since you got home, it’s been: so how was your day, stupid? Hey, stupid, want a hand washing up?
He said he was fine with you sitting out the gala tonight, but maybe he’s not.
“I’ll do this,” you finish, lifting a palmful of suds from the sink and raising them to your lips, ready to blow.
“Puh-lease, you bought me this suit. You really think I can’t tell when you’re bluff— hey, wait! Stop!”
You do blow the bubbles at him, and he recoils, holding the plate and dishcloth up to defend himself. He blocks some of them, but not all of them. “Honestly, Raf, if you’re not ok with me skipping out on tonight then you can just say so.”  
He puts the plate gently aside. “I mean, of course I’m sad you’re not coming,” he thinks aloud as he sets about sweeping bubbles from his suit, “but I’m ok with it, really. You’ve had, like, a crazy week at work. You deserve a quiet night in.”
Compassion? Really? After you just—? Ugh. “So why were you being so mean, then?” you sigh, taking the cloth from him and dabbing away the bubbles he’s missed.
“Mean?”
“You’ve called me ‘stupid’ like fifty times in the span of, what— three hours?”
“Yeah,” he shrugs innocently. “Because you told me to.”
Huh? You stop what you’re doing. “Since when did I—”
He reaches over your shoulder and you feel fingers on your back. “See?” he answers, bringing a piece of paper in front of you. It looks like it’s been torn hastily from a notebook, and it says, in bold, capital letters: ‘CALL ME STUPID!!’
You take the note from Rafayel sheepishly, your lips parted in surprise. How did it—? Wait. “Those kids!” you exclaim, thinking back on your walk home from work. “Oh I knew they were spouting bullshit when they said they saw a Wanderer!”
Your dish-washing companion doesn’t seem impressed by your lightbulb moment. He’s watching you, confusion etched across his face, but you can see right through it. “Rafayel!” you slap a soapy hand to his chest, “you had to call me stupid that many times before telling me?”
“I thought you wrote it. Pet names can be weird sometimes— I don’t know what you’re into.”
He’s still acting. Still lying. Fine, two can play at that game.  
You fall deathly silent, turning back to the sink to retrieve the bowl you’d dropped in there the last time he’d called you your new ‘pet name’. “I guess it suits me,” you mumble, half to yourself.
“What d’you mean, cutie?”
He can call you cutie as many times as he wants; you’re out for blood. You give the bowl another once-over with a sponge. “Some hunter I am. Can’t even tell when some kids are messing with me.”
Rafayel frowns. “Hey, it’s been a long week, yeah? You’re just tired.”
“Tired,” you echo, and you drop the bowl back into the water with a dramatic plop. “Tired? No. I’m exhausted. No matter what I do, no matter how hard I work, there’s always
 something. To make me feel like an idiot. To make me feel
 stupid.”
“Hey,” Rafayel tries again, and his voice is fraught with worry. “Don’t say stuff like that. You’re not stupid. I’m stupid. I’m supposed to make you feel better and instead I was just screwing around. I’m sorry, ok? Don’t be sad. Please?”
He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, resting his chin on the top of your head. You don’t give in, not at first, but then you hug him back. “Thanks, Raf. I’m ok— really.” You hear his phone buzz from where he’s left it on the counter. “You should go. Thomas will kill you if you’re late.”
“Nah, he needs me,” the artist chuckles. “You get first dibs, though. You sure you don’t want me to stay?”
“Yeah,” you laugh quietly back; your heart not quite in it. “Quiet night in, remember? Go on. Go.”
He steps away from you, though not before planting a light kiss on your cheek. “I’ll make it up to you when I get home,” he says, collecting his phone and the rest of his things. He gives you another kiss when he’s done, dodging your efforts to shoo him away. “Miss you already, cutie.”
“Go!”
And he does as he’s told this time, no matter how listlessly. It’s sweet he wants to stay and make things better, but he already has— he just doesn’t know it yet. It wasn’t the hug. It wasn’t the apology. You lean back against the counter with a smirk, savouring the view as he leaves.
It might have something to do with the note you’ve stuck on his back.


Rafayel retrieves the note the moment he closes the door behind him, stuffing it smugly into his pocket. He’ll have a story ready for you, by the time he gets home, about just how much you humiliated him. About how he walked around for a good hour before Thomas spotted the note and gave him a lecture about his ‘image’.
He smiles to himself; he’s a really good boyfriend.
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“You should know better than to keep me waiting, sweetie.”
Oh, great. This is just what you need.
You peek over the saddle of your motorcycle from where you’re crouched behind it. “Hey, Sylus,” you greet. The man is watching you, his arms folded. “Yeah, sorry.”
“Sorry?” he repeats, an eyebrow raised sceptically. “What— no ‘patience is a virtue, Sylus,’ no ‘oh please, Sylus, we both know you’ve nothing better to do?’”
You had disappeared behind your bike again, but you steal another glance at him. “Wow,” you marvel, “is this what you did before we met? Have arguments with yourself?”
“More or less,” he smiles dryly, then shrugs: “I’m not bad, as far as sparring partners go. You of all people can vouch for that. Besides, what were my other options? Mephisto?” He laughs. “Luke and Kieran?” He laughs harder.
“I’d rate Mephisto above you,” you add distractedly, no longer looking at him.
“Is that right?” he purrs, and it’s very obvious he doesn’t believe you.
He sounds close— too close— so you stand, re-entering his eyeline so he doesn’t come closer. Gods, this is embarrassing. Those stupid kids; he’s gonna have a field day if he finds out. “Yeah.” You wipe your hands slowly with a cloth, disguising the fact that your mind is scrambling. “The things that bird comes up with, just
 scathing, honestly. Emotionally devastating.”
“Oh really?” Sylus tuts. “That’s awful. I can’t imagine where he gets it from.”
You smile back at him, resting your hands on your hips. You do feel bad, actually; you’d completely forgotten you were supposed to meet him this morning for breakfast before work. He’d received no texts to cancel. No calls. How long was he waiting at that sweet little cafĂ© you’d picked out?
Then again, this morning isn’t really going to your plan, either.
“Something wrong with your bike?” he asks, because he’s already figured out that much. “Besides the usual, I mean.”
Your smile drops. Your whole act drops. “It’s nothing, Sylus.”
“You’ve already stood me up this morning, sweetie. Are you really going to lie to me, too?”
You let out an exasperated sigh. Fine. “Some kids graffitied it, ok?”
“This piece of junk? Really?” He toes the front wheel of it, then catches onto the withering look you’re sending him. “Oh no,” he tries again, with absolutely no enthusiasm, “what a dreadful crime against such an advanced, state-of-the-art vehicle.”
Prick. You keep the label behind tight lips as he wanders around the motorcycle to join you, assessing the damage. You’re stood by a bucket of water and the litany of rags you’ve used to try to scrub it clean— each one a testament to your failure. The sight alone makes you want to burst into tears. The skin of your hands is pink. Raw.
You feel cheated; you wish you were at that café right now.
Sylus taps a finger against his cheek, eyes narrowed pensively. They’re spoiled for choice of what to look at: misspelt obscenities, a generous number of crude symbols. All in permanent marker, naturally. “An improvement, wouldn’t you say?”
“I wouldn’t say. No.”
“Art is subjective.”
“Yeah? So is your face.” Not your best effort. Sylus glances up at you, amused. “Shut up,” you dismiss proactively. “Besides, this is my work vehicle. I can’t ride around Linkon on this. It would be—”
“Too staggering a blow to your professional reputation,” he finishes like he’s bored.
“This isn’t funny, Sylus.”
He points at a particularly chaotic drawing of a penis. “It is.”
You smack his hand away. “It’s not.” Your voice wobbles, ever so slightly betraying you. This is serious; you could get in trouble. You stare down at the graffiti, despair setting in.
Keys dangle in front of your eyes. “Here. Borrow my bike.”
“You’re joking, right?” You swat at them. “You really think that’s gonna help? Me— rolling up to work on a bike that costs twice my annual salary?”
“Twice? That’s cute, kitten.”
You glare at him, any guilt you felt about standing him up long gone. “Can you just stop? Being you? For like, two seconds? Please? This is the last thing I need today, Sylus. I’m gonna be late. I’m gonna embarrass myself in front of everyone. And worst of all? I was actually looking forward to seeing you this morning. Before all of this—” you gesture dejectedly at your bike— “all of this shit happened.”
Sylus is looking back at you, his arms crossed again. He does nothing for a few, slow seconds, and it’s just long enough to make you feel like you’re overreacting. Then he leans over, running a hand across your bike, and you watch as the graffiti flakes and lifts, turning to ash under the influence of his Evol.
He brushes his hands together when he’s done, straightening with a hmph and a self-satisfied smirk. Content (more than content— thoroughly impressed with himself) he turns back to you. Your bottom lip has dropped in surprise and he chuckles, reaching a finger to lift your chin. “You can thank me later, sweetie, and I intend to spend the entire day thinking about how you might. Don’t disappoint me, hmm?”  
You’re still silent, and it takes him a moment to realise you’re bristling with something other than awe and adoration. He frowns. “Sweetie?”
The second ‘sweetie’ breaks you, and not in the way he wants. You slap his chest, hard; he doesn’t really feel it.
“Sylus! You could have done that the whole time?!”
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Caleb 🍎
“Sit still, dear.”
Sit still? How are you supposed to sit still when you’re brimming with rage? Every inch of your body is tense, waiting, yearning for you to spring into action. It wants you to retaliate. It wants revenge.
“I can’t, Grandma,” you whine, crossing your arms as if to hold yourself back. You’re still fidgeting on the chair as she navigates your hair with her scissors. “This sucks. Everything sucks. The only thing that could make this worse is if—”
You hear the front door swing open, then closed. Why couldn’t you keep your mouth shut?
Sure enough, Caleb strolls into the kitchen mere moments later. “What’s happenin’ here?” he asks, dropping a bag of groceries onto the countertop.
“Nothing,” you mumble. “Grandma’s giving me a haircut, that’s all.”
“Ok. So what’s actually happening here?” he tries again. He’s known you forever, after all; he can tell when you’re lying.
You swing a foot out at his shin as he tries to step closer. Nuh-uh. No investigating. No sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong. “Nothing,” you hiss again. “Gods, Caleb. What’s your problem?”
“You’re my problem, pipsqueak.” He uses his foot to push yours away. “At least Gran’s on my side—” his amethyst eyes seek her— “can you tell me what’s going on? Please? Pretty please?”
A hand breaks their eye contact. “You don’t have to answer that, Grandma.” You glare Caleb down. “The DAA has no authority here.”
“It does.”
“It doesn’t.”
“It does.”
“It doesn’t.”
Grandma sighs; she’s had far too many years of this. “You know Mr and Mrs. Lee’s children? Down the road? Well, they—”
“Grandma!” You round on her. How long did she last— all of three seconds? You bitterly regard Caleb, your voice dark with resentment: “They put gum in my hair, ok?”
“Really?”
“Yeah." He wanted the truth, didn’t he? “They lured me in with some nonsense about a Wanderer. I didn’t realise until, well, until
” You wave at your hair. “Too late.”
He considers the story, then shrugs. It’s clearly not as thrilling as he was anticipating, because he disappears from the kitchen, leaving you and Grandma in peace once more. The silence is as uncomfortable as it is sudden. You’d expected laughter— a lot of laughter. Teasing. Maybe even a shot at how gullible you are.
You release an uneasy breath, resting your head back on the chair.
“Sit still,” Grandma repeats, nudging you, prompting you to sit up straight. “I’ve almost got it. Just one more
 here!” There’s a decisive snip.
“Thanks, Grandma.” You slump again, staring up at the ceiling.
You’re not sure what you’re waiting for. Maybe for the blush of your cheeks to cool, or for a Wanderer to spring out of the floor, killing you, so you can be dead and not so embarrassed. You hear heavy footsteps— Caleb returning— and you really wish the Wanderer would hurry up.
“Caleb
” Grandma’s tone is wary. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?”  
You readjust your head so you can look at him. He’s clutching what must be a dozen rolls of toilet paper; they’re piled up to just below his chin, almost spilling out over his arms. “How about it, pipsqueak?” he asks as he struggles to balance them. “A little team-up between the DAA and The Association— wanna do your part in reclaiming your neighbourhood?”
Now that’s more like it. “Fuck yes! Sorry, Grandma.”
You’re really as bad as each-other. She tuts reproachfully as you leap out of your chair, and she's disappointed, but not surprised.
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Was pretty proud of this writeup about the (current) world of Veneer from the OC subreddit so I'm putting it here so it's in my Veneer tags
I write it to criticize the fantasy of a post-apocalyptic world where everything is steeped in violence and depravity and no one ever tries to help others or rebuild because "you can't trust other people". Isolation 100... Your post-apocalyptic world is built on fear and domination, mine is built on hope and trust. We are two sides of the same coin, but I'm making this story land on my side because I need to believe in other people more often lol
It's the far future, past 2 civilization-leveling apocalypses caused by over-consumption. The current civilization is so different from the first round of humanity that Era 1 humanity is basically the ancient aliens trope (think For/erun/ners from Ha/lo or the Eri/dians from bor/derlan/ds or the Ancients from S/targa/te (who, in retrospect, I think the E/ridi/ans were inspired by due to the whole escaping to an upper dimension thing, but I digress, do not let me go on this rant right now)) because nobody can read the writing they left behind or understand their technology or how it was powered.
Presently, the oceans have disappeared and the ozone layer has been destroyed. A large chunk of humanity from the last civilization lives in bubble cities (built by Crestfall Corp) scattered across the continents, but the ones who can't afford it take shelter from the sun on the Abyssal Plains, protected by the lower cloud cover. The Abyssal Plains are what's left after the ocean vanished, but it comes back when the moon is full, so everything down there either floats or is waterproof or lives in an airtrap (place where the water can't flood in because of the way it is structured or due to air pressure) ((there used to be a trading town named Airtrap, but now it is just called Haven because, as it turns out, most people are not keen on entering a dark cave with the word 'trap' plastered above the mouth, no matter the context))
Travelers across the plains sometimes come across massive, ancient structures housing drains, which is where the Hunger reaches up from the Underground. That is where the oceans drain to when it isn't a full moon. I don't have any more information about the Underground because nobody has ever come back from it.
The drains powered on 'recently' (current age) due a meteor striking the moon. The shards from the collision rained down and powered ancient technology that had been sitting dormant for ages. This is why the oceans have (mostly) disappeared. No one really knows why they return when the full moon rises...
The Hunger is a mysterious force that mutates wildlife across the Abyssal Plains, so there are groups of monster hunters who have banded together to form guilds and offer their services to the communities that have popped up. One notable up-and-coming group is Restoration, a guild of postal workers who deliver the mail and take on contracts to hunt monsters in exchange for food or work on their train. Notably, they have a no-kill policy. Their leader, H. Belinda, is an ex-Crestfall agent who ran from the company after she graduated and is now wanted. Before she started her life at CF, she worked with her dad selling stuff she scavenged from the Pacific junkyard to traders, like most of the people who grew up there.
The Abyssal Plains are also pockmarked with old battlefields and graveyards from spats between long dead corporations. If you're brave, you can scavenge some decent loot from them, but the war has been over for a long time. Regardless, Crestfall continues to strengthen their militia. After all, they've got to protect their investments people from the scary monsters that may hunt them in the night...
Sunlight City is where the story starts, a residential bubble city with a nature preserve and a focus on manufacturing. The actual city is more on the east side of the bubble and the suburbs sprawl out from there before farms take over. There's the nature preserve and Realta lake on the far west, which is where the CF headquarters for Sunlight City is. There are other bubble cities, like the one that is a giant amusement park and another that is solely a college campus, where the residents are trained for certain leadership positions in Crestfall Corp, but Sunlight City is my favorite :)
Travel between bubble cities is mostly done by CF pilots because air travel is fast and convenient, but you *can* travel across the continents in whatever will protect you from the deadly laser that is the sun. There are motorcycle gangs that hang out up there, but they look more like astronauts than bikers. They also tend not to go very far in as the continents are mostly a wasteland due to the sun, like the surface of the moon. Wonder what they're doing up there, though...
Fortunately, K. Bradach and C. Oroitz recently submitted their final requirement for graduation, which will change the way people travel between bubble cities!
Unfortunately, it seems to have awakened something that has lain dormant for a while...
Aesthetically, imagine scavenged solarpunk/lunarpunk meets ipod futurism and diselpunk. Then add a splash of steampunk from Julian's magic and you've got a stew going. Also the mushrooms. Can't forget the mushrooms. And the bones (they go hand-in-hand). Also the trains because I like trains :)
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isame-allen · 9 months ago
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In a hypothetical scenario where someone willingly went into hunter's house without knowing what he did, what would it be like if they didn't want to live with him or they did want to live with him and what would be the scenario if they found out what he did
You say 'hypothetical scenario' as if this doesn't happen like once a month (rough estimate)
if they didn't wanna stay they probably are put on house arrest and possibly tied up or locked in a room when he has to leave the house. Or at night, if he's terrified of them trying to leave in the middle of the night and him not noticing, though he probably has some really heavy locks on the windows and the front door just in case. That stuff's easily excused for paranoia about break-ins, also.
if they did want to live with him they'd probably get to go run errands with him once in a while. He's soooo happy they want to stay!!!!
They might not be so thrilled after finding out the fates of his previous housemates, though.
Unfortunately, the longer they stay there without wanting to *leave* leave, the chances of Orange just fucking murdering them while Hunter watches increase exponentially. Orange is why Hunter can't have nice things
Unfortunately, despite Hunter's precautions, he keeps leaving the keys where his new friends can find them. or maybe burnt orange over here is moving them. Either way, they keep getting their hands on the keys to the locks barring their escape. And usually, because he wants to be trouble, Orange will be like 'oooo your friend's trying to escape better stop them' and Hunter comes over and tries to stop them.
Usually it ends up getting violent because his 'friends' are desperate to leave, and he's terrified of being alone again. But also he wants to stop fighting as soon as possible because he doesn't want either of them to get too hurt, so he tries to make them stop...
which usually involves something that can easily hurt them way more than he could with his bare hands.
Thinking more about it, his 'friends' probably get to have at least two escape attempts like this. As time goes on, and Hunter gets more careful, they manage more, but no one's gotten out yet. If Orange is bored or just getting tired of Hunter being happy to have company, Orange will just oh so casually finish them off.
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If they were all "normal" people would they be friends? Or crush on eachother? What would happen if they had the same personaliti3s just were toned down a bit?
Moon here! we actually have an AU that, as a side effect of its original intentions, explores that
It's a D&D-inspired fantasy AU, sort of a 'everyone lives and no one is evil and they all lived mostly happily ever after.' There's still some conflict here and there, of course, but overall it's a pretty fluffy AU.
The H!DS segment is a little bit of a mess and we mainly just said 'hey hey What If' and I made some heroforge things and made some shit up.
Pluto is a blackberry bush (A Dryad; and, because nymphs of greek mythology are all born female, he's a trans man) and is an agent of absolute chaos. he wanders around with his besties Slash, a dragonborn fighter with a big fucking sword, and Byte, a crossbow-wielding dwarf ranger. Because idk, why not a crossbow. Stitches (normal DS Error) is a wizard. It's hard to translate magic strings into more 'traditional' nerd fantasy magics
Delusion is also a trans dryad; but he's a tree. Specifically a black locust tree. He and Pluto (gasp!) grew up together.
Gouge is an elf; a lancer. She's sorta Delusion's body guard, not that he really need it. Still, it's good to have an extra set of eyes out while traveling.
Hunter is a satyr and he's still a lonely little shit but he loves making new friends. He's a user of nature magic; not really druidic magic, but yeah.
I can't find any more info about how they interacted, but I know they weren't nearly as hostile with each other.
Delusion is probably recovering from people worshiping him still. He's doing better, and trying to *actually* help people.
Pluto, Slash, and Byte are probably wanted for being thieves and instigators, but they're not murderers. They probably are adventurers, though; mostly taking on bounties for monster slaying and such. "Local town terrorized by basilisk saved; saviors proceed to terrorize town for a day before moving on." that sorta thing.
Gouge is probably still pretty sadistic, but it's to a more 'normal' degree. She's not torturing people. She does not enjoy torturing people. she's kind of an asshole most of the time though. she isn't fond of people. She *is* chill with Byte, Slash, and Pluto, though.
Hunter...I think he and Byte are still on bad terms, but I don't really remember. Either way I think it's much closer to how DS Error and Blue interact in canon. Wary, and Hunter wants to be friends again, but Byte is really. not feeling it. Hunter's still being overly friendly, though.
...we uh. forgot the others, i think. oops
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raccoon-in-a-dumpster · 2 years ago
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Would it be selfish to ask you to draw one of my fucked up h!hds beloveds,
regardless I would also love to see you doodle your favorite cotl character so gib gib
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hes VERY nonthreatening. he wont bite u ahain he swears
also its no prob ur fucked ups are very very silly
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The fastest  Citroën SM in the world (and its amazing trailer). 
In 1972, Jerry Hathaway was a technician at the Irv White Buick dealership in Los Angeles when they added Citroën distribution in the city, then the DS and SM. Jerry fell in love with French car styling and technology and began sourcing parts, eventually opening SM World Ltd., backed by Citroën, in 1976. From that point on, Hathaway was the undisputed leader for Citroën SM parts, restoration and repair. In the USA. One of his clients, Jon McKibben, an experienced racer, mentioned to Hathaway that the SM would be an ideal platform for speed record racing due to its incredibly aerodynamic shape. Shortly thereafter, an SM that was scheduled to become a spare part became a racing car. The SM was treated to an incredible restoration and turned into an impeccably prepared speed record hunter. Initially fitted with a naturally aspirated 250-horsepower 3.0-liter, it reached 139.7 mph (about 220 km/h) on its first outing at El Mirage and then 151.2 (243 km/h) at Bonneville in 1979. Shortly thereafter the SM received two AiResearch turbochargers that gave the Maserati engine a new boost and the target was set at 200 mph, 322 km/h. After several years without achieving remarkable results, mainly due to inclement weather, Jerry was able to enter the 200 MPH Club in 1985 and position the SM World as the fastest Citroën in the world, a record that he still holds as there is no proof of a model of the fastest French brand. During the 1987 season, Sylvia joined the 200 MPH Club with a qualifying run of 206.446 and a record run of 202.3 mph (325 km/h). This historic race set a class speed record that stood for 23 years. Along with the car was traveling another SM that, after the trailer that the family used to transport the record vehicle was stolen, was converted into a kind of pick-up to fulfill this task.
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pop-pop-pop-popculture · 3 years ago
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What decade do you wish to go back to (or relive) and why
2000s! Why? I really can’t explain it, but it was just a great time to be alive. I really can’t explain the feeling, I’m sorry! I was super cringe in elementary school, but I got my shit together once I started 6th grade.
Even though I was young, the 2000s were a great time to be alive. In regards to pop culture, here are some celebrities, toys, songs, etc. that I grew up with:
Hugh Jackman (it was X-Men Origins: Wolverine for me)
The television show House
Ryan Reynolds in The Proposal
Razor A Kick Scooter
The Hangover
Lindsay Lohan
Avril Lavigne
I can't remember now for the life of me which ones, but there were quite a lot of teen magazines that I read
'Seventeen' Magazine
The Pussycat Dolls
Pogo Stick
Dakota Fanning
Britney Spears
The Office, but I never got into the show
2000s Disney Channel
Heath Ledger
Robin Williams
Kid Cuisine (the blue box with the penguin)
Natasha Bedingfield
Jesse McCartney
Michelle Branch
"Cupid Shuffle"
Sean Kingston
Arrested Development (too young for the show, but I still watched it anyway!)
iPod Nano
Jason Bateman
Teletubbies
Backstreet Boys
'Teen Vogue' Magazine
"Wicked" with Idina Menzel and Kristin Chenoweth
'dELiA*s' Magazine
Abigail Breslin
Kanye West (honestly... "Heartless" and "Love Lockdown" still slap)
Steve Carell
Nintendo GameBoy Advance
Nintendo GameBoy Advance SP
Josh Hutcherson
AnnaSophia Robb
Nintendo GameBoy DS Lite
Nintendogs (I was OBSSESSED with this game!)
Neopets (I was OBSESSSED with this website!)
"A Thousand Miles"
Wii
The Blindside
Grey's Anatomy (I started watching it in 2008, and then stopped after the plane crash episode)
Patrick Dempsey
Green Day
Will Ferrell
Enchanted (2007 Disney movie, and it so great and underrated!)
Radio Disney (I stopped listening once I started 6th grade)
Jim Carrey
Floam
2000s Saturday Night Live
Justin Timberlake
Emma Watson (I was never a fan of her and *the seven films*)
Blockbuster
“Magic Tree House” book series
Heinz EZ Squirt, which was colored ketchup
Danimals
Go-Gurt
The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe
Polly Pocket (I never owned one 😊)
LimeWire
Bratz (I never owned one 😊)
Gripz
Element shoe brand
Fruit Gushers
Capri Sun
Fruit by the Foot
NOW That's What I Call Music
Carrie Underwood's album 'Some Hearts' (the only songs I liked are "Before He Cheats" and "We're Young and Beautiful")
Carrie Underwood
Destiny's Child
“Junie B. Jones” books
Beyoncé
M‱A‱S‱H‱
Tom & Jerry
Rihanna
"Pon De Replay"
Rihanna's album 'Good Girl Gone Bad'
Akon
Steve Irwin, a.k.a. The Crocodile Hunter
Kool-Aid Bursts
Usher
Gwen Stefani
"1, 2" Step
The three ‘X-Men’ films (I didn't watch them in my youth, though)
All three Spider-Man movies with Tobey Maguire
The book "Soul Surfer"
2000s Disney movies
2000s Pixar movies
“Chicken Soup for the [XYZ] Soul” books
JoJo
Livestrong silicone wristbands (there were other colors, prints and patterns that either had a word or phrase)
Super Mario Sunshine (I was OBSESSED with this game! đŸ€Ł)
The 'Star Wars' prequel films
'LEGO Star Wars: The Complete Saga' XBOX game
Abercrombie, Hollister, American Eagle, and AĂ©ropostale (my go-to spots in middle school)
Tank top or cami with a plaid flannel shirt
Etnies
Fall Out Boy
Linkin Park
Straight bangs with curly hair, which I wore almost every single day
UGG Boots
Juicy Couture velvet tracksuits
There are tons of more songs, celebrities, etc. that I would love to list, but I will end the list here. Thank you for sending this, I had fun reminiscing on the good days when Instagram and TikTok were nonexistent!
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aion-rsa · 4 years ago
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Line of Duty Timeline: Can This Help To Solve the Jo Davidson DNA Mystery?
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Warning: contains major spoilers for Line of Duty series 1-6.
You could say we’ve taken this too far. You could be right. You could also say that, for a Line of Duty fan attempting to solve the Jo Davidson family mystery, it’s useful to know that Tommy Hunter was 13 years old when Jo Davidson was born, making him more likely to be her brother than her father. Or that John Corbett was born two months after Jo Davidson, making it impossible for his mother Anne-Marie McGillis to also be her mother.
And then there are the real questions, such as: the day before AC-12 raided Hillside Lane Station in series six, it was Kate Fleming’s 35th birthday. Did she bring in doughnuts? Had Kate come in worse for wear from one too many glasses of white in Frederico’s with Jo? The people demand to know.
Taken from police records glimpsed on screen and episode scripts, below are the key dates mentioned in Line of Duty, in chronological order, right from the start. We’ll update as series six continues. Use it to bolster your theories and beat your friends in arguments. Carry the fire, team.
Prior to Series One
16th July 1963 Edward Gerard Hastings is born. Aged 2, sniffs out a ring of corrupt toddlers at his playschool 10th May 1965 Future OCG leader John Thomas ‘Tommy’ Hunter is born in Glasgow 12th April 1976 Lindsay Elizabeth Denton is born. With a fringe 22nd April 1979 Jo Davidson is born. Suspiciously 3rd June 1979 John Corbett is born to Anne-Marie McGillis in Northern Ireland 1982 19-year-old Ted Hastings joins the Royal Ulster Constabulary, one of two Catholic officers in his unit. Befriends a CHIS named Anne-Marie McGillis 18th April 1989 Anne-Marie McGillis is kidnapped by the IRA 23rd September 1985 Steve Arnott is born. Wearing a waistcoat 3rd November 1985 Kate Fleming is born. Crime doesn’t know what’s about to hit it 29th June 1989 Ted Hastings is injured in a pipe bomb explosion that kills a fellow Catholic officer, he suspects a deliberate attack and a cover-up conspiracy. He moves to England. ca.1990 A teenage Matthew ‘Dot’ Cottan starts working as a caddy for Tommy Hunter at the Edge Park Golf Club 1990s A group of 17 men including Tommy Hunter and CS Patrick Fairbank routinely sexually abuse the boys at Sands View children’s home 14th November 1998 Social worker Oliver Stephens-Lloyd is found murdered by the OCG after pursuing the Sands View boys’ abuse allegations. It’s made to look like suicide 21st March 1999 John Corbett joins the police service, aged 19 29th July 1999 Joanne Davidson joins the police service, aged 20 29th November 1999 Ryan Pilkington is born to mother Keely on the Borogrove Estate 2001 Anne-Marie McGillis’ corpse is found with signs of torture by the IRA 9th May 2006 Kate Fleming joins Central Police, aged 20 15th October 2007 Steve Arnott joins Central Police, aged 22 2005 A 15-year-old Lisa McQueen is admitted to a police programme for teen offenders
Series One (Unknown 2012)
– Steve Arnott’s counter-terrorism op is botched and CI Osborne demands a cover-up. Steve refuses and is recruited by Ted Hastings at AC-12 – DCI Tony Gates receives the Officer of the Year award and is investigated by AC-12 for manipulating his unit’s stats – OCG money launderer Jackie Laverty runs over her accountant. Her lover DCI Tony Gates helps to cover it up. She’s murdered by the OCG, who blackmail Gates to cover up a string of drug murders – DCI Gates gets a confession from OCG leader Tommy Hunter, delivers him to AC-12, then kills himself by stepping into traffic so his family receive a ‘line of duty’ pay-out November 2012 Deborah Devereux is arrested for assault against a neighbour, DI Buckells at Kingsgate Station has the charges dropped in exchange for sexual favours
Series Two (September – November 2013)
21st May 2013 DI Lindsay Denton terminates her pregnancy, at lover DCC Dryden’s behest 16th August 2013 DCC Mike Dryden is photographed by the OCG engaging in a sex act with underage victim Carly Kirk, who goes missing that day. To fake an alibi, Dryden takes responsibility for his wife’s speeding ticket issued that evening 5th September 2013 A police convoy transporting former OCG head-turned-witness Tommy Hunter is diverted by DI Lindsay Denton, then ambushed and three officers are killed 14th September 2013 Tommy Hunter and DC Georgia Trotman are murdered in hospital by bent copper DS Jeremy Cole September 2013 – DI Denton is charged with conspiracy to murder, remanded until the 18th of November 2013, released, then rearrested and sentenced to life, serving 585 days inside until her successful appeal.
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Series Three (May to July 2015)
13th May 2015 Danny Waldron shoots dead his childhood abuser Ronan Murphy and instigates a police cover-up, later torturing Linus Murphy – another abuser – to death 1st June 2015 Danny Waldron is fatally shot by PC Hari Bains, blackmailed by the OCG 13th July 2015 Danny Waldron’s funeral takes place 17th July 2015 Lindsay Denton is murdered by DI Matthew ‘Dot’ Cottan, who attempts to frame Steve Arnott for the crime 18th July 2015 Dot sends an ‘Urgent exit required’ text to the OCG and is shot out of an AC-12 interview. Kate gives chase and Dot is killed saving her from an OCG bullet. She records his Dying Declaration giving clues to the identity of corrupt officers in league with the OCG
Series Four (March to May 2017)
11th November 2016 The dismembered corpse of sex worker Baswinder Kaur is found 25th January 2017 Leonie Collersdale, also a sex worker, goes missing 9th March 2017 Hana Reznikova is abducted as part of the OCG’s attempt to frame Michael Farmer for the Operation Trapdoor murders 17th March 2017 Roz Huntley hits her head at Tim Ifield’s flat and, thinking her dead, he makes plans to dispose of her corpse. She wakes up and in a struggle, accidentally kills Tim Ifield then attempts to cover it up by cutting off his fingers and disposing of his laptop and phone 4th May 2017 Hastings fatally shoots a ‘Balaclava Man’ attempting to extract and/or kill solicitor Jimmy Lakewell from AC-12 headquarters 5th May 2017 ACC Derek Hilton is found dead, supposedly a shotgun suicide but more likely murdered by the OCG. At a later date, Roz Huntley pleads guilty to the manslaughter of Tim Ifield and is sentenced to 10 years in HMP Brentiss Prison. Jimmy Lakewell pleads guilty to perverting the course of justice and is sentenced to HMP Blackthorn
Series Five (February to July 2019)
Late Dec 2018/Early Jan 2019 -Gill Biggeloe, working for the OCG, lies to John Corbett that Ted Hastings is the corrupt officer responsible for his mother’s death by the IRA. He records the conversation 22nd Jan 2019 Operation Pear Tree officially begins, implanting John Corbett in the OCG 15th Feb 2019 The OCG hijack a heroin shipment Eastfield Depot, murdering 3 corrupt police officers 23rd Feb 2019 PC Maneet Bindra is murdered by the OCG. RIP 27th Feb 2019 The OCG hijack a ballistics transport carrying firearms 4th March 2019 Lisa McQueen meets with DCS Hargreaves, whom she’s been blackmailing over his visits to an OCG-run illegal brothel 5th March 2019 The OCG raid the Eastfield Depot, John Corbett shoots Hargreaves dead 10th March 2019 Steve and Kate question Steph Corbett about John Corbett’s NI connections 12th March 2019 Ted Hastings visits Lee Banks at Blackthorn prison, John Corbett is murdered by Ryan Pilkington 14th March 2019 Patricia Carmichael of AC-3 interviews Ted Hastings over his alleged corruption after he poses as ‘H’ in an unofficial undercover op which results in the arrest of Lisa McQueen and the death of Miroslav Minkowicz. Lisa later makes an immunity deal and gets witness protection. Gill Biggeloe is found to be corrupt, arrested, and also ends up under witness protection Late March 2019 Operation Pear Tree is concluded, finding no link between police corruption and organised crime. God, give me strength! 27th July 2019 Ryan Pilkington officially joins Central Police
Series Six (October 2020 – ?)
10th September 2019 Gail Vella is murdered outside her Moss Heath home October 2019 DCI Jo Davidson is made SIO of the Gail Vella murder investigation 2nd or 3rd October 2019 Gail Vella’s funeral takes place 26th October 2020 CHIS Alistair Oldroyd phones his handler to say he heard ‘Ross Turner’ boasting of killing Gail Vella. Det Supt Buckells delays the operation to pick up the suspect until the next morning. 27th October 2020 1:23am: a burner phone found at PS Jatri’s home makes an outgoing call. Operation Lighthouse is diverted to an armed robbery, causing more than two hours’ delay. Terry Boyle is found at Ross Turner’s address at Beechwood House and arrested on suspicion of murder. The freezer formerly containing Jackie Laverty’s corpse is dumped 29th October 2020 CHIS Alistair Oldroyd is found dead 2nd November 2020 Farida Jatri requests a transfer from MIT. She is replaced by PC Ryan Pilkington. Carl Banks’ corpse is discovered at an industrial site, the prints on the knife match those of Alistair Oldroy 4th November 2020 AC-12 tries to raid Hillside Lane Station but are sent back, then return later to seize the Operation Lighthouse files, some of which are missing and later found in DSU Buckells’ car 8th November 2020 Ryan follows Jo to her home address on Croxton Street 10th November 2020 Kate and Jo go for a drink at Frederico’s Bar, followed by Ryan 11th November 2020 PC Ryan Pilkington attempts to kill Terry Boyle, successfully drowning PC Lisa Patel by forcing the police car into Edge Park Reservoir November 2020 A police convoy carrying witness Jimmy Lakewell comes under fire by the OCG. DI Arnott shoots a sniper. Lakewell is murdered in prison by OCG member Lee Banks. DNA deposits found at Farida Jatri’s home reveal that Jo Davidson is related to a significant nominal from a past investigation End of November 2020 AC-12 is due to be merged with AC-3 and AC-9, and Ted Hastings, mother of God, is due to retire
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