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[the-amazing-digital-mafia]

oh girl she look mad

[puffpawstries]

SO FOR Hanichi😇😇😇 the meow meows my beloveds i love them, who ask out who? :3

HAII WAVES I EXPLODE HAPPY !! I'll do my best to semi explain... so I'm working on another ask that will have more context for this type of ask >:] which makes me more excited to draw out the comic even more so I'll make it in parts to make is easier for me! BUT OKAY so technically Ichimatsu?? KINDA??? He had his own way of confessing his feelings (denying any closer feelings that he had for her) that's for sure. But Honno did say that they like, liked him outwardly in the context more normally (as normal you can call these two) But there wasn't a normal confession to asking each other out when Ichimatsu brothers were encouraging + kinda helping to push Ichimatsu to admit his feelings while they're also being haters at the same time (we love and hate em) Though being the second one of the matsuno family to get into a relationship wasn't on anyone's bingo card. But Karamatsu is supportive about it! :D

[diewhitegirls]

alnaiml jam crying emoji - dont tag as ship / sexual remarks

[mango-mya]

Yes that's Shakespeare please leave me alone

[bluesinnamonroll]

more to this saga i guess bc im having fun ehee

[supern0vashii]

oh who is she?..

a misty memory…

AHHH IM SO PROUD OF THIS I LOVE HOW IT TURNED OUT SKGKFKGKHKHLHKKH

smg6 being traumatized by tvs now 💔💔

[bugdatabase]

chat i might be cooked .

[dreamwinged]

i cant take character asmr seriously i start laughing every time

[doyl1st]

I’m still kind of ironing things out but

The biggest change regarding Isaac’s backstory is that his detective associate is being excised completely, and the circumstances of his arrest are quite different.

The detective worked as the figurehead of an ensemble team, but now that Isaac is a traveling solo act, he’s just kind of unneeded. It didn’t make much sense for him to transition from catching art thieves to murderers, either.

And while it’s true that he was the original ignition point for Isaac’s character development, I think that role would be better suited for his brother, Iggy. As things are now, Iggy comes into his life much later, after Isaac has already had a lot of character development, but I also think that’s just kind of unnecessary. It overcomplicates things.

I believe Iggy coming in much earlier, and being the instigator of his development, would be best. It would sort of streamline things, while also being more cohesive, I think.

As for the deal itself, I’m thinking that Isaac may have actually turned himself in and then negotiated for his position. I’m not sure why he’d do it just yet, but I’m leaning towards him making a powerful enemy and then needing both protection and assistance getting rid of them. Whatever I end up deciding on, I do know two things:

1. Isaac demands that his brother, Ignatius, be allowed to assist. At this point, Isaac thinks of him as a dimwitted tool to be used. He’ll eventually grow to genuinely care for him, and to be deeply ashamed of his initial feelings.

2. The person he makes the deal with will stab him in the back, and Isaac will be sent to prison once the first case is over with. This person will eventually realize he’s too valuable to keep locked away, loaning him out to other organizations, departments and things, in exchange for favors.

Isaac’s character itself won’t really be changing. I’m thinking of dropping the idea of him having believed that he was a sociopath, because it’s also pretty unnecessary. It was an interesting idea, but Isaac has kind of just developed beyond it, you know?

Nothing else really changes, though.

[biscuitsnbee]

Inara Starlight’s past selves! She looked very different when she was younger…

[gnzma]

[ returning to my roots for carnival hehe ]

[eljeebee]

Anthony Harrison and Priscilla Wuest (formerly Wuest-Harrison, but they're divorcing) stood in the latter's living room. They were left alone by Priscilla's butler. Priscilla faced the fireplace, never looking back at her ex-husband. She knew he's facing her. She can feel it, and see it through her spectral eyes. Anthony looked at her in pain.

"Are you sure, my lo—"

"Priscilla. It's Priscilla. Do not call me that anymore, Anthony," Priscilla cut her off, words spat with hateful poison.

"I'm sorry," he said, voice close to a whisper. "Are you sure, Priscilla? Is there anything I can do to make it up for you? We don't have to do this."

Her head hung low, shaking. "Make it up for me? Harrison, you betrayed me. You endangered the life of innocents! You sold—no—gave the enemies one of our important assets! You know how much shit I got from my bosses, trying to own up your mistake?"

"I did that to save you! It was either you or them — the civilians! If it weren't for me agreeing to send that package then you wouldn't be alive, Priscilla!" Anthony reasoned, voice slightly rising.

Her head snapped to her left, almost looking at him. "This is why I hate working with someone! I have plans, my own methods to follow, and you never follow them! Ninety-six percent of our missions were almost jeopardized by you! How many times did I tell you not to worry about me? I am immortal. Even if I die, this goddamned body heals itself—it never allows me to die! Picking my safety is bullshit!"

"You're important to me!"

"You did that as an excuse because you're a fucking double agent!" Priscilla yelled. The air felt heavy. The ground beneath them slowly shifted. Her powers slightly disrupted the reality.

There was silence.

Anthony took a deep breath, before turning on his heel. He's leaving.

"I'm sorry," he apologized again, and started to walk away.

"What is there to say sorry for, Harrison?" Priscilla shook her head. Anthony paused. She continued, "Was marrying me, getting close to the Top Brass' favorite pet, part of your plan? To steal that asset and gave it to those bastards? Was it all a plan?"

"Did you ever love me, Anthony?" She said, voice soft, close to a whisper. But he heard it anyway. His head abruptly looked back at her. She was still facing the fireplace.

"Priscilla...," his lips hung open. He breathily chuckled. But it was not humorous. He tried to approach her but she stopped him. "Priscilla, of course I love you! You're the woman of my dreams, you—"

"I don't believe you," Priscilla spat.

Priscilla finally looked at him. His face slighlty lit up, but she ignored it. She couldn't care less if he's happy. "Let me tell you one thing, Harrison. During the time we were together, married, I was happy. I loved you. It was genuine. I thought I have someone else in my life that isn't just my mentor and my father figure. I thought you were the one. But it isn't. It was all a lie."

"But I did love you! Priscilla, please, think of this first! I—"

"Who are you kidding, Harrison? You don't work for us. With me. You've been with them from the start," Priscilla scoffed.

Anthony wanted to say something more. To prove it to her. But alas, what she's saying is true.

He looked away.

"Leave," Priscilla looked at him one last time with disregard. "I only allowed you to step foot in here because I knew you'd want to talk. Usually, I don't let my enemies leave this estate alive, but I'm doing this for old time's sake. Consider yourself lucky. The next time I see you, you're dead."

Anthony's head hung low, eyebrows furrowed, the corners of his lips down. He walked away, leaving the room—leaving her forever.

Priscilla looked away from him, her face twisting with a mixture of sadness, anxiety, and discomfort. Her sadness was understandable, but she wasn't sure if she should feel anxious. She feels uneasy; she knew the decision to divorce and cut ties with him is discomforting, but doing so also gives her that anxious feeling in her stomach. Anthony was her first love, in everything. He was her husband—ex-husband. But she have to do this.

She was brought back from her thoughts when she heard the taps of her butler's leather shoes.

"Miss Wuest," he said. Priscilla turned around. He handed her a manila folder.

"Thank you, Albert," she said, opening it and scanning the contents.

Albert clasped his hands behind his back. "The doctor was understanding. He said if you need anything, just..."swing" by at his office. He's worried for you."

She sighed, walking to the bar and sitting down on one of the stools. She placed down the folder, flipping through the papers.

"The madame...and the other council members were disappointed," Albert hesistantly continued.

"But mostly the madame?" Her eyes raised at him.

Albert chuckled. "Yes, mostly the madame."

She chuckled.

He continued, "Everything is packed, too. We'll leave the estate tomorrow."

Priscilla sighed. "Good. I know Harrison would respect me and not set foot here, but we can never be sure. Are the papers ready?"

"Yes, Ma'am. The papers you signed are ready to go."

"So it's over."

"So it is."

Priscilla closed the folder.

"Miss Wuest?"

"Yes?" She looked up at him. He was still standing a few arms' length away from her, prim and proper.

"How do you feel?"

Priscilla looked away.

He took that as an answer.

"No matter what you're feeling, all of them are reasonable. You've spent a considerable amount of time with Mister Harrison as his wife, you've dedicated your work for him, you loved him, so it's understandable to feel...sad, to mourn for the loss of love and connection," Albert said.

"Is my decision right?" She asked, voice small.

"Yes, yes it is."

"Then why do I feel it's not?"

"You're not used to not having him by your side anymore, Miss Wuest. It feels foreign to you."

"He's wormed his way in me," she dryly laughed.

A moment passed.

"This won't happen again, Albert," she said. But these words aren't for Albert, it was for her. "I won't let it."

Albert did nothing but agree. Her face steeled. The facade of a cold, no-nonsense agent returned. Her heart hardened once again, walls high, never to be broken down again. Albert would watch her grow heartless again, and it would take another lifetime to try and anchor her down at least. Be reasonable. But she loved, too much, that everything was replaced by hatred.

[bluesinnamonroll]

Mostly based on my own au but also somewhat inspired by this one fic series on ao3 i like,,, theyre having a sleepover or something idk,, anyways soul bf you will always be real to me <3

[bugdatabase]

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[little-limerick-hater]

[litchi-tea]

can't decide on which color I like the most for the hair