#at least i hadnt cut anything yet but still

[wolvesofinnistrad]

Buck is so fucking tired. Its been months, months trapped in this godforsaken day.

Hes tried everything to get out, he tried making up with his exes (except Tommy), hes tried talking to everyone he knows (except Tommy), hes even tried many implausible and at times downright stupid things (only half of those were based on ideas from Chimney and Eddie.)

Today was a break day. Hed needed a few to recover after his last attempt. At least the airtime had been nice for a few seconds before the pain cut straight to the next day. No strategizing either, not that he was getting much of anywhere since he had to remind whoever he was with that day, (usually Eddie, sometimes Hen or Chim, occassionally Maddie, rarely anyone else after the first few times) of every scheme hed already tried.

No today he was doing the only mildly interesting part of this living prison, exploring the city. He'd found a new farmer's market, went to the beach, and now he was stopping to get coffee.

As he exited the building he ran directly into someone, spilling his coffee all over himself. The burn honestly didnt much phase him anymore. Not after day 87 anyway. Still.

"Dang, watch it man," he said, none of the usual fawning apologies he'd have given before the loop.

"No it was my... fault," came a voice he knew so well yet hadnt heard in almsot a year now.

Well, for him almsot a year, for Tommy Kinnard standing in front of him it was only like 2 months.

"Oh this is fucking great," he said to himself before pulling out his phone. "Hildy make a not not to come here next loop I'm not doing this again," he said as he turned and started to walk away.

Then a hand grabbed his wrist and tugged, he tried to wrench his arm away but Tommy was just as strong as he was.

"Evan, what did you just say?"

Buck shook himself loose after another jolt of his arm before looking at Tommy. It still hurt, fuck it did, but he had worse things to deal with. "Don't worry about it Tommy. You don't ever have to worry about me again, you made that clear." Again hes about to turn away when Tommy calls out to him.

"Are you in a time loop?"

That was a new record. Chim had been the fastest to ever get it at 2 hours. Slowly he turned around, despite his better judgment.

"Considering you won't rmemeber this tomorrow, and we wont see each other, yes Tommy Ive been stuck in a time loop for months now. Its getting pretty fucking old actually." Despite the fact he was definitely being a bit bitchy, Tommys face was doing some confusing journey between surprise, relief and then happiness. By the time he stopped talking the man seemed to be vibrating before he pounced, hugging Buck so hard he thought he might crack a rib.

As much as Buck might have missed this, he was pretty fucking confused. "To-mmy..."

Tommy let go, pulling back and laughing a bit hysterically. "Evan," oh, his name sounded so good on Tommys tongue how had he forgotten "i thought i was going crazy."

"What?"

Tommy shook his head. "I mean, i didnt believe it at first. Obviously you know my skepticism, even after the Billy Boils thing." Tommy gave him a softer smile then. "But after a while, and a few different trips to the hospital it became clear there wasnt anything physically wrong with me, which meant either i was crazy, or, well, I was stuck in a time loop."

Buck stood there staring at the man he'd once been on the cusp of loving, of spending forever with, and realized they were both stuck, potentially forever, in a single day.

"I cant believe this... have you met anyone else thats on the loop?"

Tommy shook his head again, glancing around before motioning for them to take a seat outside the cafe. He grabbed some napkins, giving them to Buck to wipe at his stained shirt.

"No. Ive talked to a few people, Lucy, Sal, even Howie a few different times but never even considered someone else might be stuck too."

Buck dabbed at his shirt with little actual concern. He was more focused on this trippy development. "And youve tried to get out?"

"Oh boy, yes, tried doing everything right, doing nothing, tried talking to my dad even, that was a big mistake." His head tilted to the side in that way Buck remembered fondly, when Tommy was trying to dodge the severity of something he didnt want to admit hurt. "Heck I even called Abby thinking maybe i needed to apologize or something but... nothing." He held out his empty hands and shrugged.

Buck couldnt help what came out next. "Didnt call to apologize to me. And Id know, considering im also in the loop."

Tommy didnt say anything for a long moment until. "I thought about it. So many times. Talked myself out of it. Didnt think it was right to only contact you to try to free myself."

"Self sacrificing idiot," Buck said, tossing a balled up napkin at his chest.

"Guilty as charged."

That admission actually made Buck smile for the first time. "Dang, only took you a full blown time loop to admit it huh?"

Tommy laughed. "Groundhog day hell has humbled me I guessm"

Buck quirked an eyebrow. "What does any of this have to do with a holiday about a rodent predicting the weather?"

Tommy looked surprised, the expression soon melting into a sort of shocked amusement. "Ill explain it to you later. Looks like we've got the time. A lot of it actually."

"Yeah, I guess we do." Buck looked at him, and it still hurt, but there was camaraderie there, stuck in the same situation with only one person that understood. For the first time since the breakup he felt like things were starting to make sense again. And maybe, just maybe, if they could find a way to move past this day... well maybe they could find a way to move past their own problems too.

[blackmageeljin]

Patterning out Lucifer's tail coat

Finish all of the patterning besides the shoulder seams because I'm waiting for shoulder pads to come in the mail and trust nothing

Start working on his lil devil tail because I have all the materials for that

REALIZE I DID ALL THE MEASUREMENTS WITHOUT MY CORSET ON AND NEED TO REDO THEM TO ACCOUNT FOR THAT STUPID TWINK ASS GRABABLE WAIST

🙃

[lycanthian]

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[i-2hoon]

https://www.tumblr.com/i-2hoon/751730271029723136/can-u-write-hcs-for-subenha-and-their-first-time?source=share

HII I'M THE ONE WHO REQUESTED THIS!!! AND IT'S SO GOOD, UR REALLY FREAKING GOOD! jw's section had me melting ngl, it's so precious :( i would love to see a small drabble of it written (+ hoon's if u could!)

and pls take ur time on requests, i bet there's a lot coming ur way! just know ur doing so well! welcoming u w all the love ☹️☝️🎀🎀

hi hi anon, thank you so much for the recommendation!

jungle bike 𐔌ㅤ p.sh

pairings ᱖ sub!bottom!sunghoon x dom!top!male!reader

warnings ᱖ explicit content, loss of virginity, endless teasing, established relationships, degradation. for a first time, this is far from sweet.

notes ᱖ hi hi anon hello! thank you so much for this ask and others! unfortunately, i know you requested jungwon, however i do not feel experienced enough in writing him to write a full drabble/story yet, i really do apologize! but i certainly will in the future

"would you just shut the fuck up?"

an annoyed threat slipped from your gritted teeth as you shot your boyfriend a nearly deadly glare, but you didnt get the reaction you wanted as always. instead, the other man seemed to only eye you up and down with a teasing expression. you saw that expression quite often: it was one that you wished you could just slap right off him. however, the situation in which you were watching him was much different than the usual.

ah, right, he was under you, and—pardon the vulgar language—with your fingers knuckle deep in his ass nonetheless. yet he still had the nerve to act like this; a cocky smirk spread across his face and a sultry look within his half lidded gaze. for someone so confident and so sure of himself like this, he certainly looked like a total

"slut," you muttered to yourself, your gaze flickering to where two of your fingers disappeared into him to prep him. he raised his eyebrow at the insult.. but something about it caused his stomach to churn in a sweet way. "how romantic, calling your boyfriend a slut the first time you fuck him," he mocked you, a soft hiss escaping his lips being the thing that cut him off as you managed to add a third finger.

"its because youre looking and acting like one," you narrowed your eyes at him once again while trying to gauge his reactions; curling your fingers to hit one spongey spot and ultimately causing him to curse and arch his back off the bed. "haah— fuck—" he cursed, his nails digging into the nape of your neck to ground himself, "you cant say anything, youre the one fingering me right now," he was quick to shoot back.

"and youre the one taking it, so shut the fuck up," repeating your statement from earlier, you deemed him prepped enough to pull your fingers out. despite there not being much of a size or strength difference you still managed to pry his arm from your neck and manhandle him to lay on his stomach. you could hear him whine at the loss of something filling him: he really was a whore, wasnt he? well, a virgin whore, at least. it was pretty easy to clock that he hadnt done this before, judging by the way he would writhe and curse with just a single touch. not that you were complaining at all. in fact, the way that you were the one going to break him and his innocence down little by little seemed to subconsciously turn you on, but you werent focused on that at the moment.

you pulled him up by his hips, causing him to try to protest but his complaints fell onto deaf ears. for a moment you had to freeze, admiring this sight of your boyfriend face down and ass up for you. fuck, you thought as you reached over to the nightstand to grab your phone. you couldnt help but snap a picture from your point of view, watching how his ears turned red at the sound of the camera.

"what the fuck?"

"for later," you mumbled, tossing the phone to the side haphazardly. moving to lean forward and press your chest to his back, you nipped at his ear and perched your hands on his waist, "you look so fucking pretty like this, and like a total whore," you whispered. the way he flushed wouldve made people think you were telling him sweet nothings rather than degrading him, and that was adorable in itself.

despite the heated nature of the situation, you still knew you needed to ask for permission, "you ready? you know you can tap out at any time," it wad subtle reassurance but it was enough to cause sunghoon to relax, if you could judge by the way he untensed in your hold. "mhm.. im sure, and im ready— just fuck me already," he complained, digging his nails into the white sheets below him. his cheek was already pressed into it and his eyes were closed tightly: he seemed nervous.

and you knew the best way to keep those thoughts out of his head.

"as you wish."

[arson-09]

Acowar Review✨✨ sjm needs to pay for my therapy✨✨

Its not as infuriating as acomaf but its still… bad.

Point 1: the court of ignorance and dumbassery

Lets cut to the chase. why the FUCK didnt feyre read Tamlin and Luciens minds at ANYPOINT while she was doin her hot girl shit of taking the spring court down??? huh sjm??? why is your fmc only powerful when convenient. So much could have been cut down. Acowar was way too long.

The whole destroying of the spring court didnt even make that much sense. Im all for a girlie getting back at the people who wronged her but feyre ended up hurting a lot of innocent people in the process. Feyre even tries to ignore the consequences of her actions. She had to invade peoples minds and manipulate people to get them to turn against tamlin and all this could have been avoided if she read his damn mind and learned he was a double agent. Lucien even hinted towards it

Part One: Princess of Carrion »

Chapter Six

None. It was either go to war with the Night Court and Hybern, or ally with Hybern, let them try to stir up trouble, and then use that alliance to our own advantage further down the road." "What do you mean," I breathed. But Lucien realized what he'd said, and hedged, "We have enemies in every court. Having Hybern's alliance will make them think twice." Liar. Trained, clever liar.

If feyre is supposed to be so smart, and she did pick up on this, why didnt she do anything? This is so frustrating.

Then once she leaves the spring court i found myself frankly not caring. Acomaf hadnt given me enough to care about the inner circle so i didnt and sjm cant make me like rhysand. which i have so many gripes but for word counts sake let me name my main ones

Point 2: Sarah Janet Maas and her shitty love interests

the ignoring rhysand sexual assault of feyre and EXCUSING it and his little habit of not telling his court things

Part Two: Cursebreaker »

Chapter Twelve

Was it going on before you even left?" I whipped my head to him, even if I could barely make out his features in the dark. "I never touched Rhysand like that until months later." "You kissed Under the Mountain." "I had as little choice in that as I did in the dancing." "And yet this is the male you now love." He didn't know-he had no inkling of the personal history, the secrets, that had opened my heart to the High Lord of the Night Court. They were not my stories to tell

here we have sjm acknowledging that yeah, rhysand Sexually Assaulted Feyre UtM in Acotar. Without her consent he dressed her inappropriately (which she was uncomfortable with) had her dance provocatively in his lap, kissed her, and made her drink alcohol so she wouldn't remember the details all without her consent. Yet Sjm is going “its fine” now and feyre herself going “you just dont get it…” ⁉️⁉️⁉️

Now see if sjm actually planned for rhysand to become the love interest why didnt she just avoid all this by having Amarantha make rhysand do this to feyre? Because that would have solved some issues but no. Because Rhysand did all this of his own free will in acotar. He actively chose to do this to feyre. To humiliate her and anger Tamlin because rhysand is obsessed with Tamlin.

Rhysand also loves to not tell his own court things. I was and still am very angry over him not telling Mor, Azriel, Cassien and at the very least his Wife about his plan with the court of nightmares. Just why.

Mors anger towards Nesta also makes no sense. sjm stop writing girl on girl hate challenge impossible

Point three: That one toy story scene “I dont wanna play with you anymore!”

Now tamlin. Tamlin tamlin tamlin im so sorry love for what sjm has done to you. If i start ill never stop. What Tamlin said to feyre and rhysand at the high lords meeting was out of pocket but he also wasnt wrong about some things. Also from established character these actions make no sense and his actions havent made sense since acomaf because sjm threw him and his character away to play with shadow daddy and bad morals. But she also cant commit to making a character of hers actually evil so tamlin saves the whole day by bringing the autumn court to fight and saving rhysand life. Tamlin has redeemed himself by sjm standards but she then wrote the holiday novel which i have read and detested.

Overall the plot was fine. i guess. it probably looked better when compared to the characters.

Sjm learn to redeem characters outside of “ooh they were abused and have trauma so everything they do is okay” for guys and “she fell in love/had sex with the most PERFECT MALE TO EVER MASCULINE.” its boring and flat. Also i know what happens in Acosf (i will not be reading that ty) so wtf happened to Nesta bro. she got the tamlin treatment. boooo 👎

to end off heres some of my favorite highlights from acowar 50%+ thru the book.

[cleromancy]

while from the doylist perspective the stories are specifically propping tim up compared to jason by doing this... i am obviously still very interested in, and compelled by, jason canonically having a pretty high opinion of tim going all the way back to their first meeting.

(for the record, absolutely nothing in-universe justifies jason having this opinion of tim up until tim springs him from prison imo. he beat the snot out of tim in tt29 and it wasn't even hard and yet for some fucking reason he still walks away thinking tim is a Better Robin than he was? like... ok. sure. more thoughts on this later in the post tho)

so the new earth (post-crisis pre-reboot) continuity tim-jason interactions we have, in order, are batman 617-618 (from batman: hush, this ones a retcon and barely counts, its just jason holding tim hostage with a batarang to his throat; and you might also get a glimpse of jay doing this in batman annual 25 lol but its in the other room so im not checking), tt29 (published in the middle of uth coming out, lol), tt47 (countdown tie-in), robin 177 and 182-183 (post-countdown, immediately after jason dumps his red robin costume and one of tims rogues fishes it out of the dumpster to wear, correctly intuiting *for some reason* that this will get to tim), and......... sigh. stupid battle for the stupid cowl.

(and, since were talking about jasons perspective, theres also the picture wall in lost days. i dont know what issue it is because to me lost days is not "made up" of "issues", it is one book i simply open to devour whole whilst weeping.)

i think tt 29 is the interaction i find the most frustrating because... we have an idea what tt29 would have been like if it were good. bc we have ga01 69-72. and granted Tim is such a cocky little shit (affectionate) that jason simply. Would probably not have been able to scare him no matter what, lol... but imagine if this fucking issue had been good.

ok cutting 4 length

the problem with johns. .......the FIRST problem with johns. is that he regularly has interesting ideas and his execution of them completely falls flat. the second problem with johns is that he can't write dialogue. the third problem with johns is that it was really really important to him that you understood what a Talented And Special Boy tim is but instead of showing you that he just forced other characters to. tell you. over and over. jason is not johns' only victim in this quest. (and johns was also not the only perpetrator, as we will see when i get to fuckin fabnic.)

but like i said i *am* actually interested in the potential here, because i do think there is potential.

and i also think that--at least when you read into it as deeply as i do--jason is sympathetic in this issue. (don't give me "hes beating up a child" crap here btw. jason's only 2-3 years older, tims a peer to him, they could easily have gone to high school together if jason hadnt fuckin died.) johns deliberately shows us Jason hoping raven gets a reprieve from the nightmares, and he certainly was *trying* to show us how much it would fucking suck to be remembered as the Bad Robin, forgotten except to be a cautionary tale, what kind of things that would do to a person emotionally. AND he makes a point of highlighting Jason's loneliness and isolation as robin, and. tbh i dont think the issue itself rly blames Jason for that. (you most certainly do not gotta hand it to him though. under no circumstances do you gotta hand it to johns for anything.)

and while jason tearing off his clothes to reveal his party city knockoff robin costume--the better to beat you with, my dear--was, erm. falling mostly on the wrong side of the line btwn camp and cringe... i do think jason writing his own name in blood on the wall was right on the money, *especially* because it was obviously not tims blood. like, tim wasnt bleeding anywhere near enough for that. it was either fake blood or jason prepped his own beforehand for them to DNA test--but also if they saw it before they saw tim, to make them fear for tims life, as a reminder of the risks theyre dealing with here.

oh but i was planning on talking specifically about like. what Jason might actually have seen in tim that left him with a positive impression. as-written? kinda nothing. lmao. or well the one thing imo is this

just kidding i couldn't find the panelz somehow despite posting them literally like yesterday and i ran into this lol:

>:| got distracted again. by this.

anyway i give up ill add the pics later. but its the exchange where jason has *decisively* won the fight, tims crumpled on the floor concussed and winded, and jason demands if tim *really* thinks he was good enough to tail bruce unnoticed for weeks.

and tim says "yes." hes beat up enough he can barely talk but there's still no hesitation whatsoever. and jason is *really* down on himself in this issue--he calls himself a failure, he feels like no one cared about his death, he feels unremembered. and jasons stated intentions here were to get the measure of tim but i also stand by the interpretation that he wanted to warn tim off of the sidekick gig, to remind him you uh. you have to be dick fucking grayson to survive it. (i dont believe either of them mentions him by name, but hey, dicks shadow is big enough for the both of them.)

i think what jason finds worthy of respect here--and, on top of that, intriguing enough that in robin 177 he entreats tim to join him--is the confidence, and also? at absolutely no point does tim believe jason is there to kill him. not a fuckin high bar, i know, but like i said i do think jason had *planned* to try and scare tim off (just also mega derailed himself by accident bc he got too in his feelings about the statue room 🥺), and... its not a bar he would have expected Tim to clear, is all im saying. particularly because while it is *possible* this took place in the middle of uth (tt 29 was released in november 05, between batman 646 and 647, which is the part where slade shows up bc black mask hired him to take jason out, so tt29 couldnt have happened in the middle of those two specific issues, but there are several other points at which jason could have taken a break in menacing gotham to fly to san Francisco), with Jason talking so negatively about himself i have to assume this is after the end of uth.

(you might be able to place this in the in-universe chronology by if/when teen titans mentions chemo dropping on bludhaven, which happens immediately before the bruce-jason-joker final showdown. however i dont feel like poking around for that or any other details to anchor tt29 to the other events happening at the time rn.)

i just also think so much of what jasons doing in this issue is like--he doesn't know *what* hes there to do. he had a plan and hes kinda fumbling it, not because tim is being especially resourceful but because jasons still licking his emotional wounds from uth, and titans tower is bringing up ones i dont think he ever realized hadnt healed. hes feeling everything at once. hes angry and hurt and full of self loathing but i think by the time tim simply says "yes," jason hits the stage of just being... burnt out. done lashing out, fucking tired, just wants to go home, if he can ever find it.

but i do think that "yes" would stick in his craw for a long time afterwards.

tt47: tim kicks jason in the nuts and pretty much declares them even for tt29 lolol. you may have seen my post about how jason only *sometimes* wears armor in countdown--hes drawn in the armored turtleneck and tac pants in tt47, but there are times in countdown hes out there fighting aliens and metas and shit in his jacket, a *t-shirt,* and *jeans.* just a squishy regular degular baseline human doing this and no one ever brings it up. but anyway. do i think tim would have seen jason wearing the equivalent of civvies plus a domino mask, narrow in on that, and immediately decide to kick him in the balls? i sure do. do i also think that this would make him rise in jasons estimation?

yeah. yeah, i really do. lol

anyway after this! after this is jasons briefish world-hopping stint as red robin saving the universe being a big damn hero and getting paid dust by everyone around him, in countdown; i think i mentioned before in this post that at the end he abandons the red robin suit in a dumpster, where it gets picked up by one of tims rogues. this storyline sucks and fabnic is a hack unfortunately. the rogue did it bc he wants tims attention or whatever. not important except for how irritating it is that fabnic fumbled a concept this juicy (tim inheriting and eventually purposely adopting The Bad Robin Mantle) which is also further fumbled by stupid battle for the stupid cowl, and the people who it falls to to salvage it are. johns again, in adventure comics 3, and yost, who is a better writer than johns or fabnic but not by like a huge margin.

and while i do think tim having a bad opinion of jason at this point was inevitable i find it so frustrating the way it was executed... like so often with Bad Tim Writing and also fuckin DC Editorial's Jason Slander Agenda shit it wasn't because in-universe thats how the characters would feel, the writer was using tim as a mouthpiece, and jasons competence and things he cares about arent taken seriously... BUT WHATEVER the point is that when Tim goes to stop Jason from his villainous scheme to reduce crime or whatevr jason has such a high opinion of him that he asks tim to join him:

and jasons loneliness, his desperation to be heard, is such a theme for him in the new earth/post crisis era and i wish it had been. Handled better lol are you noticig a theme here its that Jason has been written badly. (tim too, tbh.) and when tim says no jasons dejected but unsurprised acceptance breaks my heart. but to me the most interesting part of jasons appearance at the end of tims robin series is in 182, when tim--for absolutely no good reason--gives jason the means to break out of prison.

he says something about how its what Bruce would have wanted, but for. reasons i wont get too deeply into rn, that absolutely does not hold water.

anyway i just think there's no way jason doesn't start crushing on tim at least a little at this point. shrug.

bftc sucks and i dont want to look at it rn. but its also got examples of jasons high opinion of tim. and also im mad at it bc both countdown AND his appearances in robin feel like they could have been taking jason to a like. more of an antihero type of role and then we get bftc and morrison and its kind of. fucking hard to get jason anywhere near back on track after that for those of us who still like playibg in the post-crisis pre-reboot sandbox. and i wouldnt be mad about that if bftc had been good bc Jason absolutely does make an incredibly interesting and effective and tragic antagonist when handled well but well. he wasnt. and i have no idea what bftc would.have even been like if it was good bc it was so off the wall and dumb and assassinated actually *everyones* characters. so.

anyway

im just going to roll back to robin 183 now

jasons referring to the damage tim got when he got a little bit exploded in 180, this pretty nasty burn on the back of his head, which was actually why he wore jasons RR cowl for the first time (he was still robin). but what you do see here--aside from Tims narration which puts him *firmly* on the side of obnoxiously arrogant and judgmental instead of charmingly cocky in this issue, to my estimation, thanks for nothing fabnic--is the two of them on firmly cordial terms. jason still thinks more highly than tim does of him, but theyre asking each other about their injuries... tim caring about the wellbeing of people he doesn't even like is par for the course with him, ofc, but once again Jason doesn't really get that a whole lot. constantly haunted by this panel from countdown btw:

does he though!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

here is another jaytim preboot canon interactions post from a few months ago with some more thoughts, some repeated lol.

anyway. incoherent rambling complete for now. however. jaytim time is all the time 👍 i will revisit this.

[justkillingthyme]

Hai here’s something I wrote about one (1) time in a completely unrelated fic but

To me it was so odd that Luke never questioned Future Luke more. Like. It’s your future self. Like sure, talking about important things and future events could change the continuum or mess something up in time and space, but I’d still ask mundane questions about the little things. Or at least more information on when and why your future self is in such a predicament. Why now? Why you?

But Luke never asks and Future Luke never tells.

More with spoilers for UF/LF and both trilogies under the cut talking revolving around the Pagoda

So why is Luke not upset after the pagoda? Even if his future self hadnt figured out that ‘Future Layton’ was just Dimitri, wouldn’t that still be suspicious? Why wouldn’t Future Luke have been able to tell?

At this point they’ve been inseparable for about three years. They’ve died together. Luke and Hershel are best friends.

And yet this is right after the Layton-Paolo switch. Where even if he knows everything about his best friend, he can still be deceived. It can still be someone else under the hat.

Hershel was always the one exposing Don Paolo’s disguises. Obviously no one could’ve expected a 13 y/o to figure it out, but Luke never was the one to even suspect anything was ever wrong.

Hershel revealed Don Paolo as Chelmey with the knowledge of his wife (using both the fact that they met on chelmey’s honeymoon and the newspaper), him as Flora with his knowledge of the box, and him as Dean Delmona (Paul didn’t know about the wig) and Schrader because of the ‘little Luke’ comment.

Each and every revelation is surprising to the gentleman in training. It would be reasonable to think his future self would think and act the same, if not a bit more mature and clever.

And yet, both were blindsided by Don Paolo once again, because Layton wasn’t there to reveal it to them. Everything worked as intended, and both Lukes were left in the dark. And yet, there was nothing they could do. The only flaws in Don Paolo’s disguises are small details or flaws in logic, and only Luke’s mentor has the eye for that margin of error.

Luke doesn’t catch Don Paolo, so he can’t blame his future self for not catching Dimitri Allen. Then he’d be a hypocrite.

Especially since it would have been ten years for future Luke. Ten years in America without his best friend. While it’s not probable, Luke has seen what grief can do to a person. He’s seen it with Hershel’s friends, with Hershel’s own family. It’s not impossible that even the great Professor Layton could fall.

But then Hershel is back and they’re moving again. His future self is gone doing something urgent. Future Luke’s Layton might be gone but his is still here. At least for a little while longer.

…

N e ways so that’s my essay on why Luke is so trusting of his future self and puts up with all Clive’s vague and suspicious bullshit. I mean like. Luke did the same thing when he was 10 or something kinda similar enough that it’s plausible he’d do that.

If you’re interested here’s the piece of the fic I was talking about if you’re interested. Luke is sad and Clive is shitting bricks and flying by the seat of his pants

[alinktoana]

30 day no fanart challenge

this is the meat of the challenge: no fanart for 30 days (oh wow lol) 1. drawing categories/prompts instead of IP: it can be *anything*, it can be food, hobbies/professions, folklore/mythology. eg: actual taiko drums instead of taiko no tatsujin characters, cute dinosaurs instead of yoshi, cool hedgehogs instead sonic (lol) 2. IF i happen to wanna draw fanart, it's gotta be at least 100 years old (anything before 1924) eg: drawing fanart of John Tenniel's Alice (1865) and not disney Alice (1951), Albert Lynch's Joan of Arc (1903) and not Clone High Joan (2002). ps: im not sure about famous people yet, but i think ill go with the same idea that theyd have to have been dead before 1924.

here's some stuff ive drawn with that in mind, even though i hadnt stablished the challenge yet lol

why a no fanart challenge? well well well, if this isnt another post artist alley eulogy lol

here's some background feelings: after having helped promote 2 japanese food festivals and tabled on both its artist alley's, and knowing myself, and having grown up in the age of comic/book to film adaptations and the rebootprequelsequelmagaddon, it's really hard for me not to fanart, even though i trashtalk hollywood all the time for not taking risks and doing original stuff, lo and behold, i do the same. who am i to judge _anything_ when i watched all three star wars sequels in theaters and crushed on kylux for years, i was kneedeep into hannigram, i gave money to the barbenheimer industrial complex. how can i blame RGG for not letting kiryu go when i _cried legit tears of joy_ when pirate majima was announced? (granted, it's not as bad as the kiryu situation lol but this is about ma$cots, not me lol)

i love a lot of characters, a lot of stories, im always jumping from show to show, game to game, and coming back to them. but i wanna go beyond my love for other people's art and be in love with my own, now that im at a better skill and mental state. it might not resonate as much, specially at the japanese festivals im a part of, but i wanna try. and im gonna start slow, i *am* going to draw japanese food, japanese animals, and create my tiny little scenes and see what comes up. i love stickers with every fiber of my being lol so ill always have in mind that ill draw stuff that i would wanna stick on my own sketchbooks and journals. but i need to do this, at least for 30 days. who knows what will happen later, you know? a friend of mine once said that colored pencils are like sugar, and graphite pencils are like veggies. and i feel like fanart and not-fanart is the same. we love fanart, but it's not healthy to only draw fanart... also i love people who delve into IP OCs and stuff, it always seems a lot of fun. i could try that, but i think ill cut my fanart ties cold turkey and then i can figure something out, i dont know lol i could go back to d&d character sheets lol another side note: i went to film school bc i loved watching movies. i wanted to tell stories, but i had no idea how, and i didnt think i had the talent for drawing. i started studying japanese and bullet journaling, bc i had the urge to draw, and those were the mediums that were close enough to drawing i felt i could try. and then hannibal happened, i had a roommate who was learning to watercolor, and i was like, screw it, let me draw hannigram bc i love them lol ive had the opportunity to make some movies, but logistically and creatively, they never felt as good as having the spark of inspiration, sketching, linearting, painting, printing and selling these tiny ass stickers. there is some control freakness in that, sure lol but there's also a need to build confidence in my own abilities, which sadly i didnt have a space for in movie sets... anyway, ill always mourn not having spent my teens drawing, but im making my kid self proud now <3 also i might post my new stickers at some point, i still havent made a pinned post lol but someday, you know so yeah, if anyone's reading this, ty lol TLDR: if you draw, write, sculpt, whatever, anything, and you tend to do fanart, ask yourself if you're fanarting a bit too much, if there's a way of turning your love for these characters/worlds into something different and more you.

[thatonesimp-e]

(huge) late night vent (I am warning you know there is a lot.)

Its funny how I've been in a sort of cycle of seeing how replaceable I am. Seeing that if-hypothetically-didn't meet certain people, that some things just.. wouldn't change.

And seeing that-for those I did meet-what the outcome would've been if I hadnt cut them off. Or if I hadn't been a people pleaser. Or if I just saw the red flags earlier.

And I know this is contradictory to what I last said but..

Its so strange to me. How in hindsight I am.. sort of like an NPC. I do things to change others lives, never my own. And yet, the second I say anything about questioning my own existence, suddenly I'm either in the wrong or I need to be comforted.

Im not.. necessary looking for comfort. I'm looking for closure.

Closure into if I'm a real person. Closure into if I'm actually making an impact.

Ive never seen myself as anything more than a spec in the ever growing ocean of people. Honestly, I'm.. well.. not well.

I dont want to die, but.. I dont want to be here. I don't want to be on the same plane of existence everyone else is.

I don't want to die, I just.. want to bleed. To feel pain. To know that-even after every fucking thing that has happened, minor or not-I'm still somewhat human.

I guess that's life, right?

I do want to state this right now:

Im not seeking attention, or comfort. Im not trying to see if my mutual actually check these random vent posts. Hell, I'm probably not even going to remember this in the morning.

Im just.. typing what I'm feeling/thinking right now.

Another thing.. I sometimes feel like im just.. a disposable item to some people. They come, they use me, they leave. Which is why I have trust issues.

But then when the person that's using me finds out I have trust issues they leave..

Its.. a cycle. I hate it.

And my body. Fuck, do I need to explain? 90% of the time, I feel like im wasting food when I eat. It's why over the summer, I lose ~10 pounds.

My parents don't really watch me, nor do they really care sometimes to remind me that I need to eat.

And honestly, it might be feeding this.. strange habit of mine.

I love to snack, but it'd wasteful to me. Which is weird.

...

Sometimes, I like to think about what my younger self would've thought when she'd see me. What would she think of me?

Would she ask where our joy went? And then what do I say?

Would she notice the scars and ask where they came from? Would she actually.. like me? Like the person she would turn into?

Its.. hard for me to see what life would be like in 20 years. Part of me thinks I'm not even going to make it to my mid twenties. (Especially with how everything has gone)

Who knows? Not me, that's for sure.

And I know I shouldn't care to think about what happens in the future. I'm only 15. But I can't help but have the same thoughts run through my mind over, and over, and over.

Maybe that's where the PTSD is? Though it wouldn't make sense. It doesn't to me at least.

[shiningqueen]

part ?? / silvertongue, hawk eyes.

Right-o, a tldr of this fic: I've spent the past 2 months writing little pieces of an OC with Mihawk. This is just one of many, which I could honestly build a whole mini fanfiction with how much I've written..

Tossing it out here just to see if people enjoy it too.

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rating: e for everyone / sfw

word count: 854

featuring: afab/female oc x dracule mihawk

summary: mihawk has allowed fay, an aspiring novelist, to stay on kuraigana for a time. he finds her doing strange things sometimes..

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There are a few things that Fay could appreciate about being allowed to stay on Kuraigana, even if just for a brief tenure of a few months. It had been a little uncomfortable at first sharing a mutual space with Hawkeye but she'd quickly pegged him as a relatively docile if taciturn introvert. Which meant he was best left alone except for the rare moments they happened to converse, and Fay is perfectly capable of entertaining herself while affording him the space he preferred. She could appreciate the peace and quiet, the relative freedom she was permitted to wander with and the expansive collection of books Mihawk kept in his library.

It came as absolutely no surprise that he'd carry multiple encyclopedias on old world and current age sword forms, the way the ancient art had both changed but somehow stayed constant was fascinating. Perusing its contents had been inspiring, since she'd planned on writing a dueling sequence in her novel that now required a full rewrite since losing all of her previous work. 

Fay had spent the first week here exploring every inch of the huge castle, memorizing its layout and rooms, secret passageways that opened with the touch of a certain stone or pulling a candelabra. She knew what rooms were empty and unfurnished, covered in dust and cobwebs because Hawkeye hadnt bothered to convert them into anything yet. She wasnt sure if he planned to and hadn't asked either. Trying to determine just how much conversation the man could tolerate was still a work in progress. Either way, Fay took to the hallways and slipped into one of the western rooms with a series of open windows to let the ruddy sunlight in.

With a book in hand and sufficiently alone, she unclasped her knife from its holster and decided it would have to do for practice. The process was very slow and fumbling at first - checking the illustrations to adjust her stance and grip, then flowing from one stance to the next. Bit by bit, often having to correct herself and start from the beginning. Each stance was typically for guard, neutral or in preparation to attack. So that meant the motions between each position ought to allow her to return to start again. At least that is what the book detailed anyway.

Dust swirled around her feet as she improvised movements, cutting her knife through the air in slow motion and imagining she was fighting an invisible opponent. The cold stone room fell away as she slipped into a reverie: 

She was a Knight dueling a rival for the privilege of earning rank. The clang and clash of blades striking was enough to send shivers down her spine, the flurry of blows shedding sparks as they danced around each other. In her hand, the book became a shield to deflect and push away her opponent. Focused, determined to emerge victorious as swords met and parted and met again. Fay huffed as she ducked the swing of her unseen challenger, thinking all at once how this could be converted into words for her novel and also immersing herself in the daydream.

"What are you doing?"

Fay startled with a yelp and dropped the book with a thunk, yet held onto her knife as she turned heel to face her host standing in the doorway. The ensuing silence is deafeningly tense as she flusters for an answer, "Killing time." Her nose tickled and she flinched to cover a sneeze in the crook of her arm, "Whew, s'cuse me."

Mihawk stared at her with what looked like curiosity and something near annoyance; or she could be mistaken, he was a difficult person to read even for her. "Do you even know how to use that knife?" His monotone tenor is just as inscrutable.

"As a tool, yes." She hooked it back onto her belt and bent down to scoop up the dropped book, "Is scaring the wits out of me going to be a regular thing with you?" Fay sighed, hoping to divert the subject away from what she'd been doing. As if she needed the swordsman to criticize her nonsense

He scoffed at her, "You should be more aware of your surroundings."

Fay huffs and sets her hands on her hips, "I chose this room for a reason, I wasnt expecting to be interrupted." It's a lot easier now to hold his piercing stare, though sometimes his glare still made her skin prickle uncomfortably.

"I'm not keeping you from continuing to 'kill time'." Hawkeye drawled, as if implying he wanted to watch her play pretend. "Though perhaps you'd be better suited holding something closer to a real sword."

The brunette can't help but laugh a little, "I definitely do not need you watching me make a fool out of myself, thanks." She walks forward to pass by him, "I was only trying to visualize a scene to write, which is what I'll go do now." Fay neatly steps around Mihawk and ventures down the hallway. She'd find somewhere else, away from the castle perhaps, to take up her rehearsals.

[bridgyrose]

Beacon had classes on lawyering. Ruby signs up to be a defense attorney in case her team ever gets into trouble, but is surprised when Cinder signs up to be a prosecutor.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Blake asked.

Ruby smiled a little as she tried to adjust her stance with her heels, knees shaking as she started to lose her balance a bit. “One of us has to know how to defend our team in case something goes wrong. And I can learn how to defend us in case we end up in any legal trouble.” 

Weiss sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “I can handle all of that just fine after we graduate. Besides, dont you think this is a bit extreme for yourself?” 

“Yeah, but as our team leader, its my job to make sure that we stay out of trouble.” Ruby paused for a moment. “Or… at least that’s what Professor Goodwitch tells us in leadership training. So I’m going to sign up to learn how to legally defend ourselves if anything comes up.” 

“And what kind of trouble do you really expect for us to get into?” 

“I mean, any mission we take has a chance of collateral damage that could be pinned on us if something goes wrong while trying to stop any grimm.” 

Weiss rolled her eyes. “Fine, you have a point.” 

“While I’m glad you thought this through, that’s… not exactly what I meant,” Blake said as she sat down. “I’m talking about dressing up like this for a mock trial. You know you dont need to do that, right?” 

Ruby paused for a moment as she finally managed to keep her balance in the heels she wore and looked over the dress she had on. “I-I wanted to look my best for this today. Even if it is a bit restricting.” 

Weiss shook her head. “You should get going now or you’re going to be late.” 

Ruby nodded and started to walk through the halls of Beacon as the sound of her heels clicking along the floor echoed around her. Of course she had felt nervous at the prospect of this kind of trail, even if it was just a mock trial, though another part of her felt relaxed about it. Just the idea of being able to keep her friends safe even away from grimm made her heart soar. 

The smile on her face started to fade as she made her way closer to the signup lists for the mock trial once she saw Cinder selecting her own name. “Cinder? What are you doing here?” 

“The same thing you are,” Cinder answered with a smirk. “Though, maybe on the opposite side. Someone has to keep huntsmen in check, otherwise they’ll be able to get away with everything they want.” 

“Yeah, but… that’s… that’s not the point of the class. Its so we can learn to keep ourselves out of legal trouble if the grimm-” 

“And that’s the issue, isnt it? Its never the huntsman's fault, only ever the grimm or the rogue hunter they’re after. Just like when you and your friends took Roman and that stolen mech to the freeway, putting people’s lives in danger just so you can stop him, right?” 

Ruby looked away for a moment, that particular incident still hitting her hard. It hadnt been her team’s fault that the fight moved its way to the highway, at least not completely their fault. There wasnt time to get him anywhere else and everything else had happened so quickly. “We… we didnt do that intentionally…” 

“And yet, here you are, unpunished for putting lives at risk.” Cinder grinned and pulled her hand away from the signup board. “If your plan to be a hero means putting innocent people at risk just so you can get your thrills, then maybe you’re not cut out to be one.” 

Ruby sighed and looked up at the signup board as Cinder left, her arm shaking as she slowly pressed the button labeled “Sign up” and pressed each letter of her name. Of course she wanted to be a hero, and part of being a hero was learning how to make sure to keep everyone safe, even when everything about the job is against her. With a deep breath, she finished entering her name and accepted putting herself on track to learn how to be a defense attorney, hoping to be able to learn more about defending her teammates’ actions if a job goes wrong. She had to make sure no one would get in trouble.

[magnoliamyrrh]

you know i actually think this is one of the worst fucking parts of csa and incest. i despise admitting it, i absolutely dispise it but theres still times when i miss him. not most times. but theres times. theres still times. theres times when i wish i could pretend all the shit just didn't happen. i tried. there were times when i tired. talking to him was only more red flags. but i missed talking to him. were both insane and hes more insane than me but growing up sometimes i felt like maybe because of that at least we understood each other. i do understand him better than anyone else. for the most part he doesnt understand me anymore. but it scares me how well he does at times. three summers ago when i had a mental breakdown i picked up the phone and called him for the first time in years crying like some foolish child wanting her daddys comfort. clearly, i hadnt learned my lesson well enough. sometimes i still want to. foolish and short cited. it was not always bad and that is what makes it hard. if it was it would be easier. i still remember. he would take me to his architecture studio. he taught me how to make mosaics. hed let me help him on his projects, out on the worksite id be measuring and cutting and putting up mozaics. id stay up with his wife at night and make moonstone lamps. he made me sets of moonstone jewerly. i still have them. he made me jewerly and toys out of leather, delicately painted and cut. he taught me how to paint. he taught me how to draw some things. hed stay with me and drew all the things i wanted him too, dragons and portraits of my lps and whatever pokemon i was obsessed with. i still have them. they still smell like him. my artstyle still has his style within it, spirals and swirls so distinctive, a certain surrealism and abstraction, a obsession with gold. down south we would go digging through the dacian ruins in dobrogea, come back with old pieces of ancient pots and pans. he knew history, much of it. he knew theology. he knew anthropology. he still does. when i was little he would buy me these paleontology sets i was obsessed with, youd have to dig out little plastic dinosaur bones, wed spend hours by the black sea as i dug through them. i always wanted to be a paleontologist. is that why i do anthropology now? is that why a fascination and longing for the ancient is within me? he would take me to church. we spend new years in a monestary, sung verses echoing in its small wooden, painted frame. we spend many nights in them. the smell of frankensece in the air. i still burn it. hes still all over me. hes still in my blood. blood of my blood, he is my blood. lately when i look in the mirror i dont see him anymore, but i still know hes there. i look like his mother. i have his eyes and his hair, but lighter. i have the same bad teeth and the same cigarette obsession and my laugh sometimes cracks like his. he was sick. he is sick. he had to give me his sickness because he couldnt carry it alone. unfair. but i still feel responsible for him. i still miss him. i still do. i still remember the reasons i miss him. i missed him. i wanted him to be around more there were times as a child when id cry and think, at least he woukd understand. i hated him. and never wanted to be around him again. and yet i still loved him. what a nightmare. i wish i didnt remember anything at all

[unlikelyempathpruneauthor]

Tour without You

Summary: fans saw the video of cal singing ghost of you and people think you two broke up.

a/n: SO YALL KNOW WHICH VIDEO I'M TALKING ABOUT RIGHT? Idk if he was actually crying, but a part of me tells me he was, but idk who knows, but i hope he was okay and is doing okay now.

You were currently home watching duke at yours and cal’s place. You couldn't go on tour with cal because of work, so being alone was a norm you had grown into. Whenever you didn't go on tour you and cal would spend time calling one another whenever a show was over, so he could see you and if you needed to comfort him for anything. He hated when he had to leave you alone, but you would reassure him you had someone that was a part of him. Duke would usually stay with the dog sitter, but when you stayed back home you watched duke. You two would have some quality time together as usual so the small pup can use his energy throughout the day.

For Cal though today, just wasn't his day. Their bus tour had taken a re-route, they got to the venue late, he couldn't focus during rehearsal since it was cut short, from them arriving late. Usually when stress came he was able to handle it well, but you usually were there to comfort him right there and then, which also added to his stress as well, not being able to be with you in moments like these. Fans in the audience and online had seen his expression and worried for him, especially when singing Ghost of you. He hated that his stress would reflect how he acts during shows, but today was really bad for him. Cal doesn't really notice when fans are recording, but a video had gone viral during the concert within minutes and fans skepulating about you and cal. You had no idea of this hence you not being near your phone all day and having a nice day out with duke. Your phone had been blasting all night and once you got home with duke you checked it once seeing all the notifications on all of your socials.You were slightly confused as to why there were so many so you checked it out.

@5SOSUPDATES: is it possible cal and y/n broke up? Could be because they haven been posting with one another. Also today’s performance he seemed sad, especially during Ghost of you.

“What the hell?” you said as the puppy barked at you as you continued to look for something that gave you some sort of idea that was going on. Then MTV also made a topic off of it.

SPECULATING BREAK UP RUMOURS: POPSTAR CALUM HOOD AND GIRLFRIEND Y/N L/N POSSIBLY BROKE UP BEFORE A SHOW DURING TOUR

You were quick to find the resources they were using to claim these speculations and there was a video of cal singing ghost of you, at first it was all good, he was singing good, you saw no sad emotions, but when it got to him harmonizing, with the ghost of you, that's when his expression changed. At first you thought that it was just the way he was singing. But you looked over and yeah you were convinced he was crying.

You tried to first go over anything you might have said to make him upset, but there was nothing, you texted when you could and he seemed fine the night before, so you didn't know what was wrong. Unless he lied to you, which he would do when he was away from you. He didn't want to bother you, but you always told him to talk to you when he was feeling down and not himself. You were always going to be there to talk to him always. Just then you got a call from mali, you were quick to answer as she probably has seen these as well.

“Mali, hey.” you said as she spoke, “hey super weried, but have you been on your socials and possibly MTV?” she asked as you sighed, “yes i have.” you said as she contuned, “okay, is it ture?? Did you two break up? Omg did cal do something because i swear-” she said as you giggled and cut her off, “no we didn't, well at least i think so, but uh, no i called him before this show and he seemed fine, but you know how he is, he doesn't tell the full truth until you get it out of him.” you said as she hummed, “thats true, well are you talking to him tonight?” she asked as you hummed back, “yeah i should be getting a call in about an hour, i dont think he has checked his phone yet, so i'll call you first thing alright?” you said as she hummed and you two said your goodbyes. As your phone was still blowing up, more and more rumours were being made, but you didn't expect to be getting attacked.

5SOSWILDFLOWER: Yall, there are some photos of y/n with another guy before cal had gone to tour, guess cal has a reason.

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Caly/n_stan: i don't think she would cheat though, they've been together for years.

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Lukehemmingsstan: i mean yeah but people change especially when dating a celeb, and it wouldn't be the first time a 5sos member would be cheated on.

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@mikeycliff5sos: i mean you can tell she was just in it for the money and the fame, she never spoke about her job.

You were at first confused as to what pictures you were talking about, but then you clearly remember you were with the dog sitter, who happens to be a guy. He was one of Cal's best friends and he always took care of duke when you were away. You were there before cal had gone to tour, to tell him personally that you were staying with duke, since you knew him and it would be nice to catch up on duke’s behavior. Of course the fans didn't know that, but that didn't mean they should attack you. You were kinda stressed about this situation, especially with the things being said, fans even started to question your real intentions with cal and wondered if you were just after cal for his money and fame questioning your line of work as well, which wasnt public because you line of work was importnatn, you were a visual editor at entertainment company and well you kept it private and you didn't want any problems.

On cal’s side of things, he hadnt checked his phone at all wanting to handle one side of stress at a time. After teh show he realxed before calling you, making sure he looked good and fine. But once he lifted his phone he had seen so many notifications, at first he thought it was about the show from tonight but when he clicked he saw everything that was being said about you and him that you two had broken up and the means things being said about you. He was quick to call you as you answered quickly hoping he was okay.

“Hey” you both said quite rapidly, “sorry you go first.” cal said as you sighed and spoke, “are you okay? But i want to know the full truth cal, you know you can talk to me.” you said as he rubebd his head and wished he had spoken to you before anything, he knew if he talked to you hten these rumours wouldnt be made. “Fuck love, im sorry, we had to reroute the show for tonight we got there late, and rehearsal was rushed and, today i didn't do my best to hide my stressed emotions, i tried, but i couldnt, all i wnated to do was talk to you before the show, but i wasnt able to,” he said as his voice was cracking and you felt bad for him, you knew he handled stress well, but you knew today was one of those days, “bub its okay, just talk to me about this kind of stress to help you when you can, no matter what time it may be. I know im not htere, but remeber im a phone call away, always. No matter waht okay, you call me when youre feeling like this.” you said as he smiled a little missing you so much more than he should be able to.

“Youre too good for me you know that? Im sorry for waht the fans are saying, i'll straighten it out babe, they shouldnt be saying this stuff about you,” he said as you giggled, “its fine, it hurt at first, but i mean this all happend beucase i was out with dukes dogsitter,” you said as he laughed a little, “gosh the fans are really out of hand, i love you so much, youre there for me more than many times i could even count, you know youre it for me,” he said as you blushed hearing his words, he would tell you this all the time. It was true, you were it for him and he was it for you. “And youre it for me too, and i'll happily be there for you, always you know that.” you said as he smiled and jsut couldnt wait to get home to you. After talking for about 2 hours, you said your goodbyes and you had gone with the rest of your day as cal had straighten out with the fans about his citation.

He posted a picture on his story of you and captioned it:

To clear out the rumours from today, me and y/n are happily together. y/n has not and has never cheated on me, for those who know she is everything to me and i will do anything to not lose her. There is no anger towards this situation jsut please, be careful with what you say on the interent, even if y/n and i dont post about us everyday its not htat wer are not together, we like to live in the present with one another since i go away for tour. Usually shes here with me, but sadly she isnt. So again please just be aware with what you are posting, we are human and things that were said towards her will hurt anyone.

[gomagopowerrangers]

heyyy could you infodump a bit about your oc (arizona)? mostly abt arizona and CT's relationship but anything abt Arizona's personality is good too :3

U. i gotchu bro :P

this is goin under a read more bc im not gonna fill any1’s dash lmao

SO. Agent Connecticut! his mom (he considers her to be like his mom)! design wise, completely unintentional that they both style their hair to cover the right side of their face, but hey it works out :D

when it was revealed Zone was, in fact, NOT an adult, it was frequently brought up that he looked similar to two Freelancers, York and CT. it made things somewhat awkward between Zone and CT. during PFL (esp b4 the break in) Zone was more shy and stuck with Maine, but still very much a little shithead fucks around and finds out. CT

CT goes on missions with Zone to get her rank up on the leaderboard, but does warm up to him after a bit, and they eventually do form some kind of mother-son bond (even if CT is 5’4 and Zone is 5’8 and she has to look up at him a bit). CT and Zone get closer, and Zone eventually tells her that he doesnt trust the Director, even after hes given him his position as an Agent, and tells her that he sees ghosts in the places he’s been. this makes CT go “oh shit”. CT vaguely mentions what will eventually happen in S10 EP2 (her defecting), but doesnt tell him a lot because he’s still pretty close with a good chunk of Freelancers that would absolutely rat her out.

CT defects to the Insurrection. Zone is in denial because, well yes he was somewhat warned, he didnt expect it- plus his mom just fucking left without a hint**.

during the planning of the shipyard mission, he was interrogated by the Director and Counselor to see if CT has told him anything (she hadnt). he wasnt allowed to go on the shipyard mission due to the fact that he would have either joined CT or would let her and the Insurrection Leader to escape.

Zone finds out that Connecticut died. he does not interact with anyone other than Maine and Sigma and blames the Director fully for CT’s death. break-in comes, and Sigma requests Arizona to stay with him and Maine until he successfully gets ahold of Iota and Eta.

(quick note AZ hasnt aged much bc he fucked-around-and-found-out with Wyoming after taking on the Variagrade title, going after Gamma. he got smacked and Wyoming used his damaged-from-an-ambush time distortion and got him stuck as a teenager. he hates it.)

CT’s ghost eventually finds Zone, who reacts with a multitude of emotions, mainly anger and sadness. he was mad she hasnt found him any time before he was the Variagrade, sad that she hadn’t found him until now, yet happy that she had found him. he lets her stay around him, but is a bit resentful, and tries not to show it.

fun bonus fact: CT used to help cut Zone’s hair during PFL . it got longer after she died and during his time with the Meta. Donut, another ghost-seer, currently helps him with tips from CT.

from Zone's toyhouse: C.T. was wary of Arizona at first, but eventually started warming up to him after they began going on missions with each other. C.T. and Zone formed a mother-son relationship, and ended up sharing the idea of bad the Director was. Zone was in denial when she defected, then when C.T. dies, he doesn't interact with anyone other than Maine and Sigma, fully blaming the Director for Connecticut's death.

*AZ, Wash, Donut, and a few other characters can see ghosts. wash spec bc he seems like he doesnt believe in ghosts >:)

**CT knew Maine and other Agents that Arizona was close to would most likely come to hunt them down twice as much, especially with Zone’s enhancements and his status as the resident homicidal teen

PERSONALITY TIME. k. so Agent Arizona B here is a bit emotionally underdeveloped. he doesnt remember anything before the Labyrinth Archives- he lived there for a couple of years at least, which only had worker robots and the occasional hostile pest- and had to relearn some things. he’s introverted, shy (he was WAY more shy during PFL, but slowly gained confidence), and aggressive, especially after the Meta. he was often compared to the (then MIA, but announced KIA) former Agent Arizona by the Director and a few other Freelancers.

he’s self-destructive, stubborn, and a perfectionist. he’s also willing to change, as he joins the Red Team on Chorus and sees himself relaxing more before joining the Rebels. he can go from calmly reading to racing someone if he feels up for it. he’s sarcastic, sassy, and kind of an asshole, but he means well. he’s fairly vengeful, and gets quiet when he’s super mad. on some Freelancer missions where he was particlarly pissed so he said fuck it we ball and managed to get shot but complete the missions (still got points deducted for recklessness; he calls it blind courage)

plz feel free to ask abt other characters relationships with him or anythin else

OR abt the ghost thing bc that plays into his personality a bit

hes a little fucker (affectionate)

[bowtied-pasta]

Soulmate marathon part 1

You share your soulmates knowledge

Character: Eyeless Jack

At this point, you knew your soulmate was in the medical field or at least going to school for it. All the things he knows about the human body, how to cut, sew, implant. He had to be getting along in school just fine.

With your soulmate being so far along in school and knowing as much as he did, he was dedicated to the craft and was likely on track to become a surgeon if not a nurse.

That was.... before the knowledge that popped into your brain every day turned a bit darker. It worried you. Yeah, he was obviously in medical school, or maybe he’s graduated and working as a nurse... but the things you know about how certain organs taste.... raw....well, it left little wonder as to why you had stopped eating red meat.

You fear your soulmate to be an angel of death or something of the sort. A kind nurse that says they’ll do everything they can to help only to come in the night and give an overdose of painkillers to a patient that didnt even need them. But that wouldnt explain the blantant canibalism.

Of course medical knowledge also somehow gave way to deeper and deeper occult knowledge. Things you honestly couldnt understand yourself, but your soulmate seemingly could without a problem. Knowledge of things that werent human. Some that used to be human, others that never were and never will be.

All this led to some rather interesting research on your side. Research of the creatures that he seemingly knew. Research that narrowed your search down to a region of states that would be smart to avoid.... but youre his soulmate. He wouldnt hurt you, right? Not on purpose hopefully. Besides, it seemed you were already living in the region that would be prime for running into him.

Of course, you knew he was also aware of your findings. He knows youre doing research. Trying to find him. He was probably doing the same, hopefully not to do anything malicious... of course as his soulmate you trusted him not to hurt you, but going into this as blind as you were, you trusted nothing but yourself and what you knew. No matter how much you wanted to trust him blindly.

All your research eventually leads you to believe that he could be in two different kinds of places. An abandoned building or the woods. Abandoned buildings were suprisingly few and far between from what you could find, your searches on those having come up mostly fruitless with the few that had potential coming up empty or seemingly taken up by squaters that you had no desire to speak to directly, in fear of a fight.

That left you with the woods. It had been a last resort kind of thing for you as the woods were ridiculously well known for being the worst place a person could go, no matter the time of day. Locals would avoid going too deep. The walking trails never being strayed from as the last group of wild teens that had attempted to do so on a dare had disappeared. Searches yeilded nothing, and those had been tedious as even authorites were on edge to go too deep into the trees. 

Rumors of monsters, demons, killers and ghosts... it was almost positively the place he would be. You had just hoped you wouldnt end up having to go in.

Which is why you sit on a park bench, eyes on the treeline as you contemplate your choices. You could walk for a bit, but it still isnt guaranteed that you would be okay. Only groups ever turned out okay, and the less people in the group the lower the success rate of coming back it seemed, so your measly party of one wouldnt make the cut if your luck was still the same.

Not to mention the fog seemingly pouring out of the trees had your hair standing on end with a deep emptiness in your gut. Whatever controlled that forest didnt want you in it, that much was very clear, and you were more than happy to listen to it. Having done the math, you only had another hour or two of sunlight, the sun setting earlier around this time of year and night lasting longer. Just fine by you, but not the best time to get lost in the woods and murdered by a monster.

You were too wrapped up in your thoughts to notice as a man approched your bench. Taking a seat on the opposite end so that there was still as much space as possible, but making it very clear that he sat next to you on purpose. Your gaze snaps from the trees to him, sizing him up and taking him in.

He was big, very big. You dont see a lot of people that tall, regardless of gender, seven feet being pretty ridiculous given what you’d grown up around. Needless to say, from his height alone, you wouldnt be able to take him. His face was obscured by a hood over his head, dark ginger hair peeking out from under the blue fabric. He sat hunched, keeping his head tilted slightly away from you, he spoke before you could.

“What are you here for?”

The question simple, your answer was too. That doesnt mean you knew how to make it simple, especially since you were almost positive you were currently talking to a serial killer.

“Lots of research led me here. Couldnt have found it without my soulmate though... hey, you wouldnt happen to know any organ eating medical nerds would you?”

With his silence you assume you had said the wrong thing, sealing your fate as the next victim of the woods regardless of the fact that you hadnt even step foot in it yet, only to find that he had tilted his head in your direction. Blue mask peaking out from under his hood, you knew for a fact that you are facing a horror from the trees.

“I do happen to know one, but before that topic can go much further I’m gonna have to ask just exactly how you feel about that.”

His words seemingly chosen carefully. This was your test, all you had to do was not fail it seemed. What the right answers were though, well you suppose you’d just have to be honest.

“Well.... I was pretty scared at first. I thought he was just going to be a medical student. Be a doctor some day... but then the cult stuff happened. He started to know things about demons and monsters and he knew what raw organs tasted like... I was scared... but I decided that I could try. He’s my soulmate, so the least I could do was try. Find him. Figure him out. Give him a chance. Maybe it could be explained away, but I knew that wasnt very likely, just a stupid thought from the kinder side of my brain. Ive known for some time that my soulmate was a killer, to some extent, and now I just want to try. For us.”

You looked over at him after you finished rambling. He appeared unmoved by your words. Having not said a thing or even adjusted himself in his seat, still as a statue. Appearing to contemplate your words, he finally sighs before standing to his full height. Staring down at you from behind his mask where it appeared his eyes were black pits of darkness.

“Well then, soulmate, I guess my chance starts now. If youre still willing, that is.”

[words-for-holland]

Quarantine Series: A New Look

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Y/N decides its the perfect time to change her look. When Tom and the Holland Boys notice, they’re not so sure on how to feel about it.

Check the rest: Burnt Out | A New Look | Secret Cuts & Kisses | Breaking Friendships |The Birthday Week | Movie Night | Silence is Golden?|

It wasnt a bad idea....at least Y/N didnt think it was. As she continued to scroll through her phone, she saw a lot of posts from Instagram and Tik Tok that got her thinking of creating a new look. Y/N noticed how girls were now dressing in crop tops and street wear, exposing their mid-driffs in a way that made them look older and seductive. They wore their hair up in buns, while their polished face was painted with makeup.

Reading the comments, she noticed how guys raved about the social influencers’ look, claiming how messy buns and mid-driffs always hits a man differently. Now, it wasn’t like Y/N wanted the same attention but she did wondered if her boyfriend Tom would have the same reaction. If she dressed like that would he be even more attracted to her? Would he prefer if she dressed more like the girls they see on Instagram or Tik Tok? Surely he must have some appreciation towards the way they look if he and the Holland Boys follow those types of girls.

Y/N was inspired and decided to get up from her bed and go through her closet. Each clothing she picked up didnt seem to fit her vision. They were all normal and modest, the typical Y/N look. Until, she looked further finding a pair of comfy navy colored sweats that were fitted and slightly baggy. Y/N then pulled out a black sports bra, which complemented well with the bottom wear. She hadnt worn it in years, so it was no surprise when she tried it on it felt new. “Oh good, I guess the Quarantine weight didn’t catch up to me...yet”, Y/N joked to herself.

Looking in the mirror, Y/N inspected the outfit closely. She pursed her lips as she made her judgements, only to give it a nod of approval..but there was still something missing. Y/N worked through her old clothes again but none of them were appealing enough. “Maybe...”, she thought again. Her eyes flickered to Tom’s drawer in the room. Her favorite button up flannel of his came into the picture. It was the perfect touch, and the best part it smelled just like him. She put her arms through the sleeves and adjusted the collar, leaving the flannel unbuttoned. Quickly, Y/N fixed up her hair into a high messy bun, pulling out the flyways and loose hair. She took a step back and was proud of the look she created. It was definitely different...in a good way.

Y/N gave the outfit a test run, casually walking down to the kitchen, to grab some oreos and a glass of milk. The boys were right across the other room, still playing Call of Duty. “Boys” she muttered as she opened the package. “Yall, do any of you guys want some oreos?” Y/N yelled out.

No answer. The likely response, when they’re all too busy yelling at each other over who shot who first. Y/N grabbed the package and brought it over to them, hopefully to get their attention. “What it do baby?!” Tuwaine, yelled out as he won his round. The boys chanted in victory, high-fiving each other, but their eyes and mouths dropped when they turned to face you. “YEAHH—UHH” they said in unision.

Y/N let out an amused laugh, guess that’s one way to shut them up. “Oh good, I have your attention...Did any of you guys want some oreo’s?” She asked, offering them the box.

“Yeah..I mean sure but wow Y/N...you look hot!” Harrison spoke out, forgetting his best friend was also in the room. Tom gave him a scowl, hitting him in the arm. “Sorry mate, I mean..you look good Y/N.”

“Yeah what’s with the outfit? Trying to seduce Tom?” Tuwaine joked as he grabbed an oreo.

“I think..what those divs are trying to say is you look different...in a good way.” Harry interrupted, trying not to make the situation anymore awkward. Tom looked at you, trying to read your motives...but in no way did he seem as happy about the look as the other guys were. “You look beautiful, darling” Tom spoke, though the comment felt rather short. The girl in front of him looked completely different. Hot she was, Tom wouldnt deny that, but different it also was and there was something off about it. Did he not like it? Was something wrong?

“Thanks..darling” she spoke softly. “Thought you would like it.” Y/N looked down at the oreos, and the tension within the room grew with silence. The boys knew it was their time to leave as the couple clearly needed some alone time. They quickly bid them goodnight as they headed upstairs to their rooms. Now it was just Tom and Y/N. “So...I guess you didnt like it?”

Tom stood for a moment, not giving away his emotions. “I never said that. I said you were beautiful as always.”

“Well clearly your actions speak louder than words.” Y/N spat back. She closed her eyes for a second, realizing she was getting nasty for no reason. “Sorry, it’s just you didnt seem as thrilled as I imagined you’d be.”

Tom took a step closer to Y/N. “I was only short because I didnt know what to really say. You know I can read you sometimes. For some reason, when I saw you in that outfit...you just seemed off.” He rubbed her arms gently before ge continued “I just wanted to make sure you felt comfortable yourself.”

“I was comfortable...kinda.” She said with less confidence. “I dont know Tom, I just wanted to try a new look and be attractive for you. Is that a crime?”

He laughed as he shook his head, not believing what was coming out of his girlfriend’s mouth. “Y/N there’s never a moment when you’re not attractive to me! I love you just the way you are! Your style, your personality, your looks, and everything else that makes you!”

She looked up at his eyes, giving him a slight smile. “I know, and I hope you know that I love you as is. Every perfection and imperfection. I just know that you and the boys follow a lot of models on Instagram that I was just curious to see if I could pull it off.” Y/N replied, shrugging her shoulders as she made her confession.

“Well I can definitely say it’s surpassed my expectations and all the models on there.” Tom laughed. “Look just promise me that no matter what happens. Whether you change your style or anything about you, you do it for yourself and not because you think it’ll please me or anyone else.”

Y/N held his hand, rubbing small circles with her tiny thumbs. She looked into his eyes once more as she smiled. “I promise.” She leaned in giving him a chaste kiss that left a million fireworks as always. Pulling away, the couple continued to enjoy this precious moment. “So, it’s got the stamp of approval now?” She asked.

Tom smiled with a nod of approval. “Absolutely...but only for my eyes this time. Dont want no other man oogling at my girl’s mid-driff.” He gently placed his cold hands on her exposed skin, performing the same action Y/N did to his hands

“Oh..we wouldnt want that.” She mutter leaning in for another kiss.

“No we wouldnt.” He mumbled against her lips. “Seriously though, it is kinda hot, especially you wearing my flannel..ugh it hits different.” Tom continued to gush.

Y/N laughed at his response. “Good that was the plan all along. Now c’mere and give me another kiss.”