#reevezs: zach

[crimsontrxcks]

♡ - give me a little headcanon thingy for these two 😏

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AFFECTION | ●●●●○ | [ She still values him as a friend no matter that he called her a stranger x) ]

INTEREST | ●●●●○ | [ Redhead does find his creative work very intriguing ]

LOYALTY | ●●●●● |

TRUST |●●●○○|

ATTRACTION | ●○○○○ |

[crimsontrxcks]

Reflecting repeatedly on all the transgressions and omissions, deeply analyzed her act, which was not intended to harm, but to help the man to develop as imaginative and unique a game as possible, which will surpass and assert itself as one of the most original and creative examples of digital art. Redhead did the opposite, pushing him onto the chessboard where hunters with a badge and worse, those without one, were now chasing him. Swallowing hard, feeling the guilt wash over the body, the shame eating at the insides and the concern for Zech overwhelming the senses.

The vocal response shook the ground beneath her feet, the arrow of panic landed in the very center of the target. Letter. So they hunted him. That was much worse, the worst case scenario. It's only a matter of time before he notices that someone has used his morbid intimidation and torture tactics before he swoops down on his prey like a vulture. If they had at least followed her trail, it would have been simpler. Before an answer could be formed, the statement made the mouth dry, and the hidden heart to be gripped by the icy claws of sorrow. Stranger. The mere word burned as a hot poker would, tearing what little of positive emotion remained in the lonesome woman. No blame was placed on the man, even if this problematic situation wasn't her fault. Clare always knew she would be spending her whole existence without the blessing of strong bonds. Not exactly a type people would want for a friend, at least that was the haunting belief rooted in the mind -- and this was one of the reasons.

❝ No, it is not. None of it is. ❞ eagerly accepted all responsibility for this mess, clutching the upper arms with pointed nails that dug into the fabric and then the tender flesh. There was a desire to ask him to sit, offer a beer, make an effort to make this as painless as it could be, the process of explaining and planning, but a realization no one in their sane mind would agree to share a drink with a killer, no matter the reason for the gruesome acts, prevented the ruby haired woman to move, instead the tongue started forming words while the rest of the body was static. ❝ You must have heard about that serial killer. The one that was never captured, tormented the victims by endless stalking , messages, letters, phone calls. . . ❞ heavy silence descended upon them. ❝ One responsible for the The Roseville murders. ❞ there was no need for further details, it was clear where this was going.

Unable to look Zach in the eye, emerald greens found focus somewhere in the middle of his hoodie. ❝ Suddenly, but briefly, the papers suspected there was another person, someone joining him, participating in those horrific crimes. ❞ pearly whites gnawing at the inside of the cheek, when finally she forced herself to look at his face. ❝ There is no excuse for what I have done, no matter what were the reasons. ❞ a confession. There was a moment given, to allow the words to sink in. ❝ I never meant to trick you into making some twisted tribute. . . I made a mistake thinking it will enrich your game, spark your ideas. . . I was wrong. ❞ Turning, woman started walking to the living room. When she reached the center, where a small coffee table filled with books was placed, she pushed it aside, removing the white carpet, and revealing a small lock in the floor. ❝ You will not lie. I would never ask that. But I wish it was that simple. If they only were on my tail, it wouldn't matter. i would give you all the evidence you need locked inside. But it is not the cops I am worried about. It is him. ❞ deep breath, shaking the head slightly. ❝ I would turn myself in today, just to clear your name. But I can't. Because. . .❞ expression turned cold, angered, laced with concern. ❝ . . . because I fear he would come for you. And I need to stop him. ❞

No answers, just a hand pulling him into the apartment. Typical and unsurprising. But Zach wasn't mad and even kind of scolded himself for opening his mouth before stepping inside, no matter how intense the emotions. He should've been smarter than that, given the circumstances. On the other hand, what the hell did he know? He had never been in a situation like this, cops showing up at his door, asking questions he didn't expect, all because someone had great ideas and he blindly trusted them. Another thought popped up in his head; why should he be paranoid and assume that those ideas could be anything more than just that? Ideas?

Taking a deep breath as Clare shut the door behind them, Zach tried to regain his composure and make it easier for both of them. A heavy sigh left his lips as he turned to her, arching a brow. He always appreciated his calm demeanor and how it made solving problems go smoothly, so even though this clearly wasn't going to be the case, they could get some facts straight and work this out together. Because they were in this together, whether he liked it or not. "I'm so sorry but they didn't specify," he replied a bit wryly, but he managed to calm down a little and his usual, calm tone of voice was back. "I guess you could say... The latter. They asked about the gameplay... The plot. Like... In general." He tried to recall as many details as possible, but the whole thing felt so surreal he couldn't properly focus on anything. Damn, he should have listened more carefully. Another sigh as he rubbed his eyes with resignation and crossed his arms on the chest.

And then, hearing his name, he finally looked at her. Studying Clare's face, looking for any signs she could be lying or enjoying this, possibly ready to pin the blame on him when the right moment came, but she seemed so genuinely worried and confused, Zach stopped questioning her sincerity. "This one's on me, for blindly trusting a stranger," he replied, perhaps a bit too bluntly, but he was simply stating a fact there. One should not trust someone they barely knew. Period. However, now he chose to believe that she never wanted to get him into trouble, and just wanted to help. "Look, I just want the truth. If I'm forced to lie about anything, and I clearly will have to lie, I want to know the truth."

[ayakoito]

Aesthetic moodboard for @reevezs' Zach 📼

[thefvrious]

@reevezs wanted a rule-breaker to vibe with and got thirteen devlin

"Yo... let me in." Thirteen demands from the other side of Zach's apartment door, hand still balled into a fist and up against the cool surface warming steadily under their breath. They wait a beat then pound at the door again, something they know must be rather disturbing to their friend(?) but should serve to have Zach opening the door sooner rather than later. Thirteen always gets what they want, after all. "I know you're in there. I can hear you scurrying around." They pause, look at the ceiling, and wait another beat before leaning closer to where the door meets the frame, like if they talk just right the words'll land right in Zach's ear, unhindered. "I brought snaaaacks."

[kit-just-kit]

🤣

Joke meme

"Why did the gamer play so many video games after his breakup?...............................

................He needed to console himself!".

[renegadetulisrp]

Days without wifi at home have been difficult. It didn't help that the wifi actually belonged to her grumpy neighbour next door. They have never spoken to one another, just a nod or two or even an awkward smile in the elevator if they ever do bump into each other. A part of her didn't want the door to open. But this is her sheer dumb luck anyway - it swung open.

Seraph didn't even give him a chance to speak. "Okay, listen up. I know I have been leeching on your WIFI for the past few months. Work has been hard, been wanting to catch my salary but somehow bills are faster than me. I didn't mean to ok? It's just convenient and I am too broke to get an internet plan right now..." Why the heck was she monolouging to her neighbour anyway? Seraph shrugged, arching her brow before she realised she has the banana bread she had baked earlier this afternoon. "Erm..." she held it up to his eye level, gesturing it forward. "All I'm trying to say is.... I'm sorry. Peace offering? It's banana bread." He could either slam the door in her face or take the baked good and... slam the door in her face. Either way, she was just squirmy at this awkward confessing her "crime" session.

@reevezs

[twistedhxart]

"The only demon vibe in you is me, baby. You're the purest person I know."

(I tried to stop him ok)

"...Zach... I..."

Lian tried to comprehend what he said but obviously failed miserably, snorting a soft laugh a little sheepishly.

He would never claim that there was something demonic, something evil, about Zach, but if he was referring it to being naughty, it still had its appeal. Lian was not being able to confirm this with words, though.

[thatslayer]

cont. ; @reevezs

[text: geek squad] Lol right right sounds totally legit

[text: geek squad] hand to god when I got the text I had like this panic moment

[text: geek squad] thought it was insta hoppin' in my messages bein' all like, hey. that's indecent, or whatever

[thefvrious]

@reevezs got bury me face down by grandson & domino

Domino is three sheets to the wind already. Somebody should have probably cut him off some time ago, yet here he is, nursing his nth drink and blinking unevenly as he talks the ear off of the guy seated on the stool next to him. He gestures for the blue-haired man's refill then tips his glass back, dribbling a bit of the booze down his neck which he sloppily wipes up.

He levels his gaze at the other man, at least as best he can, and offers him an inebriated smile. "I've been counted out, ya know? Left for dead. But somehow... someway, I'm'a keep chuggin' along." He nods his head, finishes the liquor in his glass with a heaved sigh, and braces himself on the bar, nodding with a sense of finality. No matter what, he can always look to the bright side. Even if everything feels like it's crushing in all around him. "It's gonna be alright."

[kit-just-kit]

☎️ from Zach?

Ship-building meme

☎ - for your muse’s info in my muses phone (name, ringtone, picture, last text received/sent).

Name: Zach-attack (obvious yes, but it made her giggle)

Ringtone: "Mr Roboto" by Styx (only because he is good with the computer stuff. At this point Zach is pretty much Kit's unofficial tech support guy lol)

Picture:

Last text sent: [Text to: Zach-attack] I did it again with the laptop....the screen is just blue and liney and it's making a funny little dum dum dum sound everytime I press any of the keys...........😱

Last text received: [Text from: Zach-attack] Like......how? We went through this ten times Kit! I'm beginning to think that you might actually be a gremlin lol. I'll be over in twenty minutes 😉

[twistedhxart]

📜

"So what do you do?"

"I work in genetic research, and I'm currently trying to eliminate all Cancers."

"Wow, impressive."

"Then I'll move on to Leos."

[thefvrious]

@reevezs sent -> #2 -> riley shinks zach's shirt in the wash.

As Riley sat, folding clothes on the sofa, he started to realize that maybe Zach had been right. Maybe Riley was the world's worst personal assistant. He looked at the t-shirt in his hands, decidedly smaller than it had been when it'd gone into the wash, and then laughed as he pushed himself up and wandered through the apartment looking for the man to whom it belonged. When he found Zach in the other room, Riley stood in the doorway, holding the garment by his pointer finger and thumb. "Recognize this? Maybe you can save it for your firstborn."

[notsoinnocentlittleangel]

Zach draws a simplified version of Joanna's dream car on her forearm, adds a few trees in the distance because it's adventure time.

Grab a marker and write something on my muse! ( Anywhere over my muse’s body. )

"What the hell all're you drawing on my arm?" Joanna finally asked after a while. She was curious enough to wait until Zach was done and looked at it. "A car? And those are trees?" she asked. "Alright, it don't look too bad."

[twistedhxart]

@reevezs asked for an aesthetic moodboard for Lian & Zach! ♥

[cigarettesandcoffee]

@reevezs

It was weird to think that he'd known Zach for as long as he had, but never had met him face to face; the internet was like that though. You could be best friends with someone, confide your darkest secrets in them and not even know their last name. Sure, they'd video chatted on discord, talked on the phone, but meeting in person was...somehow more intense.

When he'd started out on twitch, he didn't exactly think he'd become as popular as he had, enough to need moderators and slow mode for his chat. But apparently there was a market for femboys in cute, skimpy cosplays cursing at their monitor after flubbing up a speed run for the fifth time in a row. Go figure.

Milo had rather anally cleaned his apartment, made sure it smelled nice, stocked the fridge and cabinets with beverages and snacks; all things he assumed made for a good host. Fuck if he knew. He rarely had anyone over.

He'd been futzing about with minor details in his clothing for some time. Adjusting the straps of his overalls and picking pills off of his sweater. That was until the knock at the door came. His breath caught in his throat, but he did his best to swallow it down before scurrying over and unlocking the door, opening it up to look up to the man he'd only ever witness in a sitting position before. "Hey! It's so good to finally see you!" He chimed brightly, though he paused, unsure if he was meant to...shake his hand or...hug...him?

[thefvrious]

@reevezs said -> ❛ do you think he'll be jealous? ❜

Winston grins something feral at Zach's question. He's naturally a very competitive person — has to be the best — and now is no different. He nods his head. "With any luck, so jealous he'll pay you what you're asking for just for a look."