#who is he in that jacket without his sleeve stripes even

[shimmeringweedsart]

silly little watercolor time lapse for the fun of it <3

[undiscovered-horizon]

4 A.M. - Sanji x Reader

SUMMARY: Sanji's doing prep for the next day and you can't sleep which leads to a heartfelt and intimate encounter.

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It's around 4 A.M. when you get up from your hammock-turned-cot and decide to find something to do. Sleep clearly isn't coming. The past two hours of staring at the ceiling and swaying with the boat filled you with annoyance at your sudden case of insomnia.

Walking down the narrow corridor of the lower deck, you can hear the tiniest of creaks as the caravel floats along the waves. The night is so quiet, you can almost hear Luffy's snoring from his room. Usopp is mumbling in his sleep. Something about a pirate crew, carrots and onions. Nami and Zoro seem to be peaceful sleepers although with time you've learned that it's only a game of appearances - the thief and the hunter sleep with one eye open.

With each step, you can hear the repetitive sound more clearly. It's quick, separated by scraping.

The low light of the kitchen makes Sanji look almost inhuman, like the spirit of a chief cook who can't let go of the ship he had spent his entire life on. He's still in the same clothes, although the double-breasted jacket is nowhere in sight. The sleeves of his striped shirt are rolled halfway up his forearms. Where he's standing, the lonely lightbulb illuminates only half of his silhouette. The blond man toes the line of visibility as though he might disappear when you blink.

He looks almost divine.

"Can't sleep?" Sanji asks without looking away from the cutting board.

Only then, when he lets you know he's aware of your presence, do you realize you've been leaning against the doorframe and watching him for a good few minutes. Knowing Sanji, he won't think you odd but you're still a little flustered.

"Yeah. You?" you answer. In a few slow steps you're standing next to him, leaning your lower back against the kitchen counter.

For a moment, Sanji looks away from the cutting board and chopped carrots. His eyes stare into yours for a moment. It's nearly an inborn reflex that a wide smile curves his lips when he sees you.

"Not a fan of sleeping alone," he says and winks at you before going back to cutting vegetables.

The blush on your cheeks darkens a few shades (maybe he won't notice in the kitchen's twilight?). Truthfully, you have entertained that thought more than once and wondered whether similar fantasies kept him awake at night too. But you always dismissed them, thinking it wrong to have such intimate dreams regarding someone who might not even reciprocate your fondness. Sanji is, after all, a ladies' man - flowery words leave his mouth whenever a woman is around, no matter if she's taken or not interested.

Still, you believe there is something more between you and Sanji. Sometimes you think you've deluded yourself into believing this but it's moments like these, like the fond silence you're sharing now, that convince you it's not just your imagination:

Most of the time, the conversation between you and Sanji flows like a swift stream. But now, when the two of you are too tired to sleep, the silence is just as good. Even if you're not exchanging words and ambiguous comments, you feel understood. Like he knows you well enough to be able to guess what's on your mind. And you know what he might say in return, all the advice and wax poetic he revels in telling you. It's perfectly strange to converse with someone without saying a single word.

"Wanna see a trick?" you ask, breaking the silence.

Sanji is putting his chopped vegetables into large bowls. The movement of his hands is both careless and calculated as though he's letting his muscle memory take over the very last step of prepping ingredients for the next day's cooking. He's done this so many times, it's useless to think about the action too much.

"You trying to impress me, princess?" he asks in a low voice with a half-grin plastered on his face. The mischievous glint in his eye never quite seems to go away, especially when you're around.

"Nah," you answer, shaking your head, "just practising to show off in front of Zoro."

Sanji tries to pout but a genuine smile is tugging at the corners of his lips. "Cold."

Still, his eyes are glued to you. Though part of you is convinced it's not because you're about to show him a cheap fair trick. You take one of the teaspoons lying around and lift it in front of your face.

"You better not blink," you warn him.

He gives you a strange look.

"And lose precious few seconds of admiring you? Never."

Like most times, you're not sure how much of his sweet words you can believe.

With a quick move of wrists and fingers, you make the teaspoon disappear. After practising for a few days, the sleight of hand is almost flawless.

Sanji nods with appreciation.

“So you’re a magician, eh?” A low chuckle rumbles in his throat. “This explains how come you’ve bewitched me entirely.”

He leans on his arm against the edge of the counter. His head is slightly tilted as he's looking down at you. The lack of space between your bodies wouldn't raise an eyebrow in any other circumstances but now, when the night is dark and silent, the close proximity makes it hard to breathe. Your chests nervously rise and fall as you're breathing in each other's air.

“Truth be told," you begin in a slightly shaky voice, "I don’t know how to reverse the spell I put on you.”

But it seems as though Sanji has seen through your facade of humour and banter. The playful glint in his eyes mellows, becoming something more heartfelt. Your breath gets stuck in your throat and you must remind yourself to breathe.

“I’m quite content doting on you for the rest of my life."

You clench your jaw and look away for a moment. Flirty banter with Sanji is meant to remain just that - half-hearted comments with no strings attached. The problem is that, against your better judgement, you've been letting his wax poetic weigh down heavy on you, savouring each compliment and ambiguous remark like a soft river wearing down an unmovable boulder over time.

“Sanji," you whisper, "you need to stop saying all those nice things.”

“Why?” His voice is just as breathy and quiet.

“Because I’m starting to believe you.”

Something about his expression changes. You can't quite put a finger on it but Sanji's face looks softer, almost somber. His shoulders become tense as he wipes his hands on the dishrag hanging over his shoulder and tosses it on the countertop.

"Would that be so terrible, love?" Sanji drones his words. Part of you is convinced that he already knows the answer. "To believe that my every thought belongs to you?" His eyelids flutter as his gaze falls to your lips. "That I would tear out my own heart and bring it to you in my teeth if you asked for it?"

The short silence feels unbearable. You can hear your own heart thundering in your chest, beating at your ribcage to finally be freed. To let it make the decision this time.

“Alright, you’ve done it," you whisper more to yourself than to him.

You can hear Sanji sharply inhaling when you grab the collar of his elegant shirt and pull him into a feverish kiss. He tastes like cigarettes and spearmint chewing gum. His shirt is imbued with the smell of cooking oil. All of those strong aromas you've learned to associate with comfort and security.

His lips move against yours with passion and desperation known only to those who made friends with longing. Sanji places his hands around your waist, pulling you even closer to his body. If he could pull you just a little more, merge the two of you into one union, he wouldn't have to go a second without you.

Then, Sanji pulls just an inch away. His hot, heavy breath brushes against your cheeks. Swollen, red lips look even more enticing than they did before.

"Are you really going to woo Zoro with a magic trick?" he asks, somewhat tense.

Your laughter brightens up the dead of night. Sanji feels like his chest is about to burst open with flowers blooming inside his ribcage where his heart should be. And it would have been if he hadn't given it to you the moment you met.

"Just shut up."

Shaking your head, you kiss him again. Still holding you close, Sanji pushes you against the kitchen counter. One of his hands leaves your waist only to rest against the side of your head to deepen the kiss.

It's around 4 A.M. when you wonder whether being in love is like having a song stuck in your head. Or like an echo that forever repeats a single name.

[catboy-cabin]

i think the pictures of the missing child spirits in the lost & found department are the spirits' reflections???

so i just noticed that charles' pins & his earring are on the wrong side in his lost & found picture

(idk how to get screenshots on netflix so all i have are these pictures of my laptop screen, sorry. feel free to add in the reblogs if you have anything cleaner!)

he should have more pins on the right (our right) than the left.

also it's really hard to see in this picture & not much better in the actual show, but i believe this is his union jack patch? which should be on the right sleeve (again, our right, his left)

(i'm fully aware that this picture looks like nothing, you're just gonna have to trust me haha 😅)

i can't tell what's above it though, other than that it doesn't really look like his rude boys patch (which should be on the same sleeve). idk what's up with that.

now this *could* be a different outfit, but i don't think so. i can't think of any reason why it would be. it's definitely not what he died in, or even what he was wearing before he hid in the attic. edwin is wearing his normal outfit in his lost & found photo as well (although interestingly not with his brown coat over it. i can't tell if charles is wearing both of his jackets or not though. he's definitely got the black one on, both bc of the pins & bc his shoulders never look that square without it)

his earring is definitely on the wrong side, as i mentioned earlier

also seems like the buttons on his shirt open the wrong way

(the stripes on the collar are weird too but the design changes several times over the course of the show so i'm ignoring it. his normal red shirt has one stripe, the darker maroon one has two, and the black one doesn't have any as far as i can tell)

i don't have pictures of this one but i believe the buttons on edwin's suit jacket (? idk what it's actually called) are on the wrong side in his lost & found picture as well. that's basically the only part of his outfit that's asymmetrical though (other than a pocket that's next to impossible to make out normally, much less in an extremely grainy photo) so i don't see much point in analyzing it

tldr: if you're like me & you've been wondering why the pictures of the boys in the lost & found department look Weird (beyond the actual quality of the photos), it's because they're flipped!!

the reasons i think these pictures are reflections, specifically, are that:

1. they're flipped, as i just went through

2. ghosts don't have reflections

now i have a tentative theory:

these pictures are from the lost & found department. they're the pictures/reflections of lost (child) spirits; spirits that aren't in a designated afterlife, aka ghosts still on earth

charles & edwin both have reflections in hell (a separate plane from earth)

it seems like they get their reflections back just from being in any afterlife? charles hasn't gotten his afterlife assignment yet, but still has a reflection in hell, which to me implies that he's not considered a 'lost' soul while he's there, even if that's not where he's actually supposed to end up. i'm definitely open to other interpretations on this though.

i also feel like there's some connection between this & ghosts being able to travel through mirrors, but i'm blanking on what exactly that could mean

thank you to anyone who has read to the end of this, i would love to know your thoughts!!

[sakurapika]

🧧🎊Reviewing New Year Sale Outfits in Twisted Wonderland: 2025 Edition🎍🎉

Last year, I rambled about how much I love playing TWST around New Year, or oshogatsu (お正月), as it is the biggest holiday of the year for my family and for many people living in Japan. The New Year Sale event combines many of my favorite things: tradition, clothing, and the cast of TWST!

So, this year, I am making another post to admire the new, elaborate outfits, and we can admire the details together!

Just as a heads-up: this post features spoilers for the upcoming JP event. If you're looking for my review on the new Rook, Trey, Jade, and Ortho cards for the upcoming English sever event, they are in the post I made last year.

Malleus Draconia (SSR)

I'm so happy that they made a card for Malleus before the Year of the Dragon has officially ended!

This has to be one of my favorite new cards in the whole game. I've always been a huge fan of historical and fantasy dramas. Compared to the other boys, who are dressed in more modern versions of kimono, Malleus has a very antiquated appearance, and it would really make him stand out among others.

His outfit resembles the clothing that men wore in the Heian Period, like in the image below (source here). A lot of Japanese stories regarding yokai and mythical creatures comes from this time period (like Onmyoji, both the practice and the setting of the game), so it suits Malleus very well. I hope to see more historical outfits for Malleus in the future!

Black was usually associated with government officials, while I think princes wore something more colorful. Seeing Malleus wearing a different color, though, is like seeing a tiger without stripes!

I'm really excited to read about his adventures in retail. How will this mythical, revered prince deal with overly-dramatic customers this holiday season??? We'll have to stay tuned!

Overall, I rate this outfit a 12 zodiac animals/10.

Jack Howl (SSR)

I know he's a wolf, but doesn't Jack get cold? He's not even wearing a sweater...

I like the fur jacket (?) he is wearing, though. It reminds me of Sebek's jacket from the New Year Sale event in 2023. I know that Deuce wore something different, but wouldn't it be cool if all the first-years were matching in some way?

The sleeveless turtleneck and the gloves are A LOOK, though. I also like his striped hakama and the decoration in his hair.

Honestly, I would love to have Jack as my coworker. Since his duo is with Floyd, I wonder how he's going to fare...

Anyway, 12/10 for Jack as well.

Floyd Leech (SR)

Last year, I was a really big fan of the outfit they gave Jade, so I am naturally a big fan of Floyd's outfit as well. I've always liked how the artists have managed to distinguish the two brothers while giving them similar outfits. Here, they've swapped the colors of their haori and their kimono.

His kimono-scarf-hat combo, which combines Western and Japanese elements, are very reminiscent of the Taisho Era.

Now I have to imagine Floyd and Jade traveling together as door-to-door salesmen, selling counterfeit kitchenware that explode confetti in your face instead of heating up the pork cutlet you bought at the convenience store.

But, unfortunately, they're such a convincing duo that you might just have to take those appliances anyway...

Rating: 11/10 (like his brother, lol).

Jamil Viper (SR)

Now that the Year of the Dragon is coming to a close, we are ready to welcome in the Year of the Snake.

Part of why I love this event so much is seeking how the artists work with the usual kimono silhouette and alter it to match the vibe of each character, reflecting their tastes and backgrounds. I've seen people wear hoodies with kimono before, and I'm honestly not surprised to see Jamil wearing one himself. The yellow belt from the Scarabia uniforms being used as an obi is also a nice touch.

There's also a lot to be said about how Jamil's face is partly hidden, with long, drapey sleeves, and how his outfit consists of mostly dark colors, while Kalim's outfit in the first New Year event is primarily red with the sleeves rolled up. I'm excited to collect the fanart of them together.

In general, I'm glad that they've given Jamil long sleeves. I've always imagined that it's cold at NRC, and in a desert like at Scarabia, people need to protect their skin from sun exposure, so the Scarabia uniforms have always low-key bothered me a little.

Given that the New Year Sale event has always been a competition between teams, I wonder how the story will play out between the two teams. Between Malleus-Jamil and Jack-Floyd, we have some pretty strong contenders. (Of course, I know Sam is probably going to give both teams the same rewards, but maybe the story will throw a curveball at us again, haha...)

Rating for Jamil: 12/10

Overall, I'm very happy with this lineup of cards, especially with the presence of Malleus and Jamil, since they match the zodiac animals. Since 2026 will be the Year of the Horse, maybe we'll have Riddle, Epel, and/or Silver?

Anyway, I'm glad oshogatsu is coming, because I've had enough of the Year of the Dragon (sorry, Malleus). For all my friends who don't celebrate Year of the Snake until Lunar New Year, hang in there and stay safe! 🧧

[lulu2992]

From the Inquisitor to the Baptist: The Evolution of John Seed

From the early stages of the development of a video game to the day it gets released, its gameplay, story, and characters usually go through many modifications. Far Cry 5 is no exception to this rule, and thanks to promotional images, trailers, interviews, official side material, and even deleted content still available in the game’s files, we can get a glimpse of what Hope County and its residents used to be like. John Seed, in particular, seems to have undergone quite a few alterations, both physical and moral.

In these posts, I will be listing and discussing all the changes I noticed in John and explaining why the man who used to be known as “The Inquisitor” isn’t identical to “The Baptist” we met in Far Cry 5.

All the sources and references indicated by the superscript numbers will be given in the last post.

Part 1: Physical appearance, clothes, and tattoos (concept art, promotional content, and side material)

What seems to be the earliest portrait of the Seed family is a piece of concept art that Lead Graphic Production Artist Nick Arnett shared on Instagram��:

As you can see, many things look different from what we are used to, from the Eden’s Gate cross (behind Joseph’s head) and logo (on the pulpit, with an eagle) to the Seed siblings’ outfits. The man on the right seems to be John, and he’s sporting a two-tone blue shirt that resembles the one he will end up wearing in the game, but he doesn’t have a vest. Instead of a belt, he has suspenders, and his pants and shoes look darker and more formal than his usual jeans and boots. He already has a beard and, while his hair is slicked back, as it is in the game, it’s a little longer. He doesn’t have any visible tattoos, but if you look closely, you’ll notice that he does have something on his hand: blood, running from his knuckles.

In May 2017, nine months before Far Cry 5 came out, the game was officially announced and a few promotional pictures were released, notably these two²:

But before that, we can see what John looked like at an even earlier stage of the game’s development, during the making of those two aforementioned pictures, thanks to early sketches and visuals shared by AmCo Studio³ and Fire Without Smoke⁴:

John’s iconic vest and sunglasses have appeared, and while his shirt became white, it’s now partially unbuttoned and the sleeves are rolled up, which is how he wears it in the game. As for his hair, it’s shorter than it was in the first family portrait and looks more similar to his final design. We still don’t see any tattoos on his arms, but he has a watch.

In the final version of what I would call the “Last-Supper-like” images, John looks even more like himself, but there are still a few differences:

Although they are not strictly identical to the ones he has in the game, he’s wearing sunglasses with blue lenses on his head. His shirt became blue again, his vest is striped, and he now has his “EG” (Eden’s Gate) earring and belt buckle, grey jeans, and bunker key around his neck. He’s also wearing a coat, but while, at first glance, it looks like the one we all know, the pattern isn’t the same; instead of planes, there are “EG” symbols on it. The buttons, however, are already golden and decorated with scales.

In the pictures, especially the first one, the siblings are associated with symbols: a crown for Joseph (on his jacket and napkin), a sword for Jacob (on his music box), a pair of scales for John (on his coat’s buttons and in the bread/cake), and intoxicating Bliss flowers for Faith, a reference to the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse: Conquest, War, Famine, and Death, respectively, who. In John’s case, the scales could also be a nod to the fact he’s a lawyer. Indeed, scales are commonly used to symbolize justice.

This time, he finally has tattoos, and while some of them are the ones he will have in Far Cry 5, others are different. He already has small symbols on his fingers: an eye, a tongue, a hand with a drop of blood on it, a heart, a foot, a keyhole, and waves. The meaning of these symbols used to be a mystery to me, but it turns out they were inspired by Bible verses, specifically Proverbs 6:16-19⁵:

There are six things the Lord hates, seven that are detestable to him: haughty eyes, a lying tongue, hands that shed innocent blood, a heart that devises wicked schemes, feet that are quick to rush into evil, a false witness who pours out lies and a person who stirs up conflict in the community.

The flames on his right wrist will be in the game as well, but here, they are smaller. This tattoo seems to have been taken directly from this illustration:

It’s from a French (Breton, to be precise) collection of “Taolennoù Ar Mission” (literally “mission paintings” in Breton) by François-Marie Balanant, who was a priest, and it depicts a human soul being afflicted by the seven deadly sins⁶. “Taolennoù” were created in Brittany in the sixteenth century by the Catholic clergy in an effort to make religion more accessible to the faithful, some of whom were illiterate, with the help of drawings.

This particular image can be found on the Wikipedia page dedicated to the seven deadly sins⁷, which seems to have been the primary source of information and inspiration for several of John’s tattoos.

Clearly, the angelic figure with the dove, on his right hand, also directly comes from the drawing (upper left corner). This tattoo will later be redesigned and decorate the inner face of his left forearm.

As explained on Wikipedia, there used to be eight mortal sins, and their Latin names were:

Gula (Gluttony)

Luxuria (Lust)

Avaritia (Greed)

Tristitia (Sorrow)

Ira (Wrath)

Acedia (Sloth)

Vanagloria (Vainglory)

Superbia (Pride)

Tristitia and Acedia would later be combined, as well as Vanagloria and Superbia.

In the two promotional pictures, John has seven of these sins (except Acedia) tattooed on his left hand, as he does in Far Cry 5.

John also has letters on his fingers, but while, in the game, they spell “E-D-E-N” and “G-A-T-E”, here, we see G, G, S, E, W, P, and L, most likely the first letter of each deadly sin in English.

On his chest, instead of a scar and the mutilated word “SLOTH”, he has a tattoo. We see two crossed rifles, the number seven in tally marks (probably yet another reference to the deadly sins), what seems to be the words “Bros & Sis” above the design, and what probably is “Til Death” under it. It looks like an infantry tattoo, very similar to the example included below (center) by tattoo artist Garrett Tankersley, known as tat2garrett on Instagram⁸:

Finally, in one of the images, John is holding a tattoo machine. In the other, he’s holding a revolver. In the game, however, this weapon is nowhere to be seen.

Even though he will never use it in Far Cry 5, John was represented by this gun again on one of the game’s old official websites⁹:

At the time, as you can see, his title was also “The Inquisitor” instead of “The Baptist”.

On the PlayAsia blog, on a page dedicated to Far Cry 5, short information sheets about a few of the game’s characters were posted¹⁰. They look official, but since I have only ever seen them on this website, which was not created by Ubisoft, their origin and therefore the accuracy of the information they give are uncertain.

While most of what the picture says is either true (blue eyes, brown hair) or plausible (his height), John mathematically can’t be only 32 years old because he was already working as a lawyer about ten years before the events of the game, which is set in 2018. According to my research, it takes 7 years after graduating high school to become a licensed lawyer in the United States. In 2008, John couldn’t be younger than 18+7=25 years old, so it’s impossible for him to have been born after 1983. He could have skipped grades, but since this is never mentioned anywhere, I assume he didn’t and that he’s in fact older than 32 in Far Cry 5.

It’s possible, however, that he really was supposed to be 32 years old when the picture was made but that his backstory (and consequently his age) was then modified.

In the novel Far Cry Absolution, a few details are given about John’s appearance. For example, on page 6:

He was ten years older than [Mary May] and near six foot with brown hair and a beard that covered the lower half of his face.

Mary May is 29 (almost 30) in the novel, which makes John approximately 39 or 40 years old in the book. This age is more plausible, I think.

Then, on page 31:

John Seed, the younger brother of The Father, slighter in build, but cut from the same cloth. Both bearded and tattooed, and both with those all-seeing eyes that seemed to search through the dark with a kind of nocturnal prowess.

This isn’t the only time in the novel that John’s gaze is described as intense. The word “predatory” is even used on page 145.

Interestingly, and despite the fact it’s absent from Far Cry 5, the gun seen in his hand in one of the promotional pictures is mentioned in Absolution as well. It’s described as “a large revolver” on page 31 and as a “big magnum revolver” on page 57. He also uses a rifle “with a wood stock and bolt-action lever” (page 48) at one point, but this weapon isn’t in the game either.

Overall, aside from this detail, his physical description in the book is rather consistent with what we see in the game. And in this official picture posted in January 2018 to promote the book¹¹, he apparently looks the same as he does in Far Cry 5.

In the live-action short film Inside Eden’s Gate¹², Joseph is the only member of the Seed family who is played by the actor who also plays him in Far Cry 5, Greg Bryk. In the game, while John is played by Seamus Dever, in the movie, it’s another actor named Rob Evors who was cast in the role. His voice and face obviously don’t sound and look exactly like John’s, so these differences are not significant.

His outfit, however, has gone through several changes. I don’t know if the design was deliberately altered or if the clothes Rob Evors has in the film simply are the closest real-life equivalent to the ones John is wearing in the promotional pictures that the movie’s costume designers could get their hands on. Like in the development sketches for the “Last-Supper-like” images, his shirt is light-colored (but still blue, apparently) and he’s wearing his sunglasses normally, not on his head. They don’t seem to have blue lenses, but again, maybe the team could only find “regular” sunglasses. He has his Eden’s Gage belt buckle and earring, but instead of being grey, his coat, vest, pants, and shoes are brown/beige. The coat is decorated with “EG” logos, exactly like the one John is wearing in the promotional pictures, but lighter in color.

As for his tattoos, they are identical to the “old” ones we’ve seen so far, but two more are visible: the pair of scales on the side of his thumb and the snake (from the Taolennoù Ar Mission again, but uncoiled), which represents Envy, around his left wrist. These two new tattoos will be part of John’s final design in the game.

There’s another one between the snake and his watch, but it’s simply one of Rob Evors’¹³.

In the film, John’s tattoos were actually hand-painted¹⁴. Here’s a better look a them, from Makeup Artist Casey Lynn Stuckey’s Instagram account:

His sleeves are never rolled up in Inside Eden’s Gate, but it’s most likely because that would have meant covering up the actor’s actual tattoos and possibly painting more, so I suppose they thought it was more convenient to just hide them.

The last notable change regarding John’s appearance in the short film is that, for the first and seemingly only time, he’s wearing a shoulder holster, but his gun is not the revolver we’ve seen for far. Instead, it looks like a semi-automatic pistol, maybe a 1911. Since, in Inside Eden’s Gate, Joseph also has this type of gun and not the revolver he carries in Far Cry 5 (albeit rarely, and he never uses it), it’s possible that, once again, the team couldn’t find the right weapons for the movie and used the available props.

In the live-action TV spot “Anything Can Happen, Everything Will”¹⁵, John is this time played by model and actor Jon Oswald, who jokingly described the character as “the asshole in the Gucci trench coat” when he shared the video on his Instagram account¹⁶.

John’s outfit looks identical to Rob Evors’ in Inside Eden’s Gate (except the shoes and the holster, it seems), so it’s likely that they just reused the same clothes. Like in the film, John’s sunglasses (which are not blue) aren’t on his head; he’s wearing them. His hair is a bit different, but it’s probably simply because Jon Oswald’s hairstyle looked close enough to John’s and they thought it didn’t need to be modified, so I don’t think this “change” is significant.

Thanks to the pictures that Mackenzie Lawrén Johnson (better known as Kenz Lawrén), who plays Faith Seed in the short film and the TV spot, posted on Instagram¹⁷, we can have a better look at him and his tattoos.

They haven’t changed much compared to the previous ones, but we can now see a goat (a symbol for Lust, also directly from the Taolennoù Ar Mission) next to the snake on his left arm. In the game, the goat will disappear from his hand, be redesigned, and end up on his right forearm. We see two other tattoos in the picture, but they simply are Jon Oswald’s¹⁸.

In the image below, drawn by Anthony Winn, who made storyboards for the TV spot¹⁹, the character on the far right (who is not Joseph), wearing a vest and sunglasses, and standing next to a woman who is probably Faith, appears to be an early version of John. This time, he’s holding a rifle, different from the one described in Absolution, and not a handgun. For once, his sister is armed as well.

In The Book of Joseph²⁰, John, as a child, is described as “the best looking, the least odd” of the Seed brothers, which is why the narrator, Joseph himself, believes he was adopted first after they were sent to an orphanage. When they meet again as adults, Joseph says his younger brother is “strikingly handsome, elegant”, wears “tailored suits” and very expensive shoes, has gleaming hair, shiny teeth, and manicured hands. He also writes that, as John Duncan (the name of his adoptive parents), “physically, he was society’s very model of success”. Psychologically, however, it was another story… but this will be discussed later. Although the John Seed we meet in the game isn’t exactly the same person as John Duncan was anymore, he’s still “elegant” and seems to take care of his appearance. Joseph doesn’t mention tattoos, but it’s likely that John got them later, after the Project was created.

An official guide for Far Cry 5, by Prima Games, was released alongside it. In the book, which was written in 2017, we get to see what John looked like when the game was still in development.

This design is very close to the final one, but for some reason, his sunglasses, bunker key, earring, and tattoos are all (temporarily) gone. However, the “SLOTH” scar has now appeared on his chest instead of the tattoo he previously had, even though it’s a bit closer to his collarbone than it will be in the game. His outfit and facial features look slightly different, but this is also true for many other characters in the guide.

On IGN’s YouTube channel, a video titled “Far Cry 5: Why John Seed Is Your Charmingly Deadly Enemy” was uploaded in February 2018²¹. In it, we get a glimpse of an early version of the “You have been Marked” TV broadcast²², and although the setting looks different, John’s appearance is very close to his final one.

By the way, if you look at the noticeboard behind the TV, you’ll see that the Testicle Festival was supposed to take place in 2017 instead of 2018. When this early in-game footage was recorded, Far Cry 5 was probably still scheduled to come out in September 2017 (which is what the first rumors said and could also explain why all the calendars in the game suggest we are in September).

In the thumbnail of the YouTube video, John looks exactly like himself:

He does too in the “Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse” artwork²³, this promotional screenshot²⁴, and this poster²⁵:

And in a trailer posted by Ubisoft three weeks before the release of Far Cry 5, a “character spotlight”²⁶, John has his final design as well. The only difference is that, although the game was about to come out, they still called him “The Inquisitor” instead of “The Baptist”.

Then, on March 27, 2018, Far Cry 5 was released.

To be continued…

[layla4567]

I was browsing tiktok and this video came up and I immediately thought: this is very sanji x y/n core

And of course I had to write something about it.

Warnings: mention of body parts (but is not smut or nsfw)

You and Sanji always dressed together, no matter if it was in your room at the Going Merry or his. You had been dating for several months and it was not at all alarming to see each other's bodies in their underwear.

You were standing in front of the rectangular mirror while trying to pull a long skirt up to your waist. The fabric slid up your thighs while Sanji next to you turned his back slightly to you while he fastened his belt. But the elastic of your skirt was very tight and did not go past your buttocks. You moved your legs back and forth in the hope that the fabric would rise but it was useless. The flirtatious cook heard your frustrated gasps and turned his head only to see your pretty butt framed by your white panties while the elastic of the skirt squeezed your flesh and raised it slightly. Sanji smiled widely and came up behind you ready to help you.

"Come here, let me help you missus" He purred softly.

You smiled warmly when you felt his soft fingers around your hips, holding the skirt firmly to place it around your waist. You turned around and gave him a kiss on the tip of his nose.

"Do you want me to help you with your shirt, love?" You asked, tilting your head.

"I would like nothing more, gorgeous"

He grabbed the light blue striped shirt and you helped him put on the sleeves, then you concentrated on buttoning the front. From time to time you admired your boyfriend's bare torso and had to suppress your blushing cheeks, although he always noticed and smiled without saying anything. Sometimes words were unnecessary and a comfortable silence settled between the two of you. You took your time patiently and delicately to button the last button as if you had the entire afternoon to do it, not wanting to break that kind of ritual that you and him had.

"Ready my love, now would you help me with the blouse please?"

You turned around to look in the mirror and Sanji came up behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders and bringing his face closer to yours, admiring how your bra looked outlining your bust.

"I wouldn't mind seeing you like this for a while longer" He said smiling mischievously

You put your hands on your hips and turned your head, raising an eyebrow trying to hide a smile and looked at him as if you were going to scold a child who misbehaved. He laughed amused and kissed your cheek, then grabbed the princess sleeve blouse and gently helped you put it on by passing the fabric over your head. The blouse had front laces and your boyfriend quickly and without saying a word helped you tie them. You watched his smooth hands skillfully tie his bows, with the final knot you also helped him and placed your fingers on his, feeling the heat of his skin.

You two always helped each other, you lovingly put Sanji's jacket on and adjusted it and cleaned it like you were a mother preparing your child for the first day of school. He thanked you for each gesture silently and with an adorable smile. The cook looked like a prince charming, he even helped you put on your shoes as if you were Cinderella, always ready to serve you and only you. Finally, all that was left was your hairstyle, you were thinking of putting on some hair clips with flowers but you couldn't find them. Sanji saw them first and decided to play an innocent joke on you by hiding them behind his back. When you realized it, you scolded him lightly and demanded that he give them back to you. Of course you first had to put up with his teasing. Sanji raised the buckles over his head and you stretched out your hand trying to grab them in vain, you couldn't deny that the situation amused both of you so the laughter didn't take long to fill the room.

"I'll give it to you in exchange for a kiss" he tilts his head smiling flirtatious

You couldn't help but laugh amused and stood on your tiptoes to kiss him tenderly on the lips. Feeling satisfied, Sanji delicately placed the clips in the back of your hair. You closed your eyes enjoying his fingers on your head, sighing happily. When it was over, you walked around in front of the mirror admiring your outfit, you looked like a princess and your boyfriend knew it because, hugging you from behind and placing his arms around your waist while he rested his chin on your shoulder, he whispered to you.

"You're beautiful ma princesse"

You blushed pleased as you complimented him on his appearance as well. Then, hugging, they said I love you to each other, ready to face the new day in the best way. There were definitely no better mornings than these.

[that-bi-fan]

so. I don't think I'll ever finish this fic. a) I lost the motivation to continue it, and I don't want to force myself to keep going. b) even if I did continue it, I don't know where I'd go with it. so, without further ado;

Coma!Buck canon divergence! AKA Eddie's in the coma dream!

"Can you help me find my dad?"

Buck hesitates, his feet slowing for just a second, but it's enough to second-guess himself. He needs you, a voice in his head says, Needs your help. Help him, Evan.

He looks toward the direction he was going, and can't remember why he was running in the first place. Weird. He looks at Christopher and decides to help. It's what he does. Fix things. 

He smiles. "Sure, bud. C'mon." 

Christopher walks in front of him, Buck's footsteps falling into sync with his instantly. The hospital hallways twist and turn, but it doesn't seem to bother Chris. They walk in silence, and Buck stops walking to let Christopher get a little ahead. That's when he notices the boy's shirt flickering. One moment, he's wearing a dark blue jacket over a striped shirt, the next, he's wearing a white and yellow striped long-sleeve. The latter is soaked through with water. Buck's ears start to ring.

"Buck!"

He spins, looking for who yelled his name. It sounded like Eddie, but he'd never heard so much panic in Eddie's voice before. The hallway behind him is empty, but every single door is spattered with blood. Noise comes from all around him, voices yelling; "Firefighter down!", "A firefighter's been shot!", "Thirty feet of wet earth, coming right down on top of him.",  "We'll do our best.", "Are you hurt?" "Can you hear me?!" until it's all too much for Buck to handle. 

He stumbles, catching himself on the wall. Christopher sits in front of him, on a bed that doesn't belong in a hospital, wearing a green flannel button-up. "Hey, Buck," He says. Something in his head is yelling no no no wrong wrong WRONG. Buck sinks to his knees.

"Where's Dad?"

Now Buck can taste something distinctly metallic on his tongue. Eddie's blood, he realizes. He's wearing that damn white shirt, the one he threw out in this same hospital over a year ago. Eddie's blood sticks to him, in little dots. Half his face is covered in those dots. Christopher shouldn't be seeing him like this. 

He turns away, When did he stand? He can't remember, and finds that the hospital has shifted so that he's inside a room. Doctors and nurses are moving around quickly, trying to patch up someone on a gurney. Buck moves out of their way, but still, a nurse clips his shoulder. "Ah, sorry I-" Buck stops mid-apology when he recognizes her face. 

"Taylor?" 

Everyone in the room stops moving. Looking around, Buck notices other familiar faces on the medical staff. The doctor holding wads of blood-soaked gauze is wearing Ali's face. A nurse by the door looks like Abby. The one bringing in fresh gauze resembles Connor. In the middle of it all, on the gurney, is Eddie. 

Buck breathes, and everything falls back into motion. 

He rushes forward, grabbing gauze from Not-Connor. He practically throws himself onto the gurney, looking for the source of the blood, of Eddie's pain, but all he can see is red. The others don't even try to tell him to stop. 

Buck feels for something, anything, that would reveal itself as a wound. "C'mon, Eds, please. Come back. I need you." He puts a hand on Eddie's face, leaving behind a bloody handprint. Eddie's eyes snap open, and Buck can swear his heart stops.

"Hey, Buck. Good to see you." Eddie's voice sounds off, sounds far too calm for their current situation, but Buck can't bring himself to care. The bleeding's stopped. He's okay. He throws his arms around Eddie's neck and pulls him in for a hug. He fights the lump in his throat so they can actually talk, but when he pulls away, he feels himself sink ever so slightly. No, no no- He looks down to see he's knee-deep in mud.

Eddie doesn't look very worried for a man almost entirely buried in mud. Buck panics, trying to pull Eddie out. The hospital room is gone, replaced by an open area. Around him is his family, the 118, looking on as Buck struggles. Eddie says something, so quiet Buck barely hears it. He leans in to hear better.  

"I'm still alive down here!"

Rain starts pelting him. It soaks through his shirt. The blood that dried in it starts to run. He's stuck in the mud, watching in horror as Eddie sinks in further. "No! Eddie! Please-" Buck screams as Eddie sinks completely. He claws at the ground, feeling himself sink deeper. He looks at his family, his eyes pleading for them to help, but all they do is stare. He's almost neck-deep when he hears an echo of his own voice saying, "Wait. You all think he's dead." Bobby stares into space as he responds, "Nobody thinks that." Chimney has the same look on his face when he says, "We just don't know how to get him out." Buck is completely buried when Hen says, "Nobody's giving up, Buck. Nobody. We're gonna find him."

When Buck opens his eyes again, he doesn’t know where he is. It's like he's in an empty space. There's no visible light source, but he can see completely fine. It doesn't make any sense. When he was with Maddie, and later with Hen and Chimney, everything, sans Doug, seemed plausible. Like it was a normal, albeit weird, day. But with Eddie, it's like he's just reliving his greatest regrets and traumatic events, one after another. 

The shirt clings to him, half-dry already. 

Buck hears an echo of footsteps, and turns to find himself facing Eddie. "Buck?" He asks, "What are you doing here? Are you okay?" Words stick in Buck's throat. He's vaguely aware of a stinging pain, reminders of scratches that took two weeks to heal after the tsunami. "Eddie-" "Where's Christopher?" There's a roaring in his ears, a noise of chaos that he can hear, but can't see. 

"Eddie." It's a plea this time. For him to understand. Buck feels like his windpipe is collapsing. Eddie still doesn't get it, or maybe he does, but he's denying it. "Why do you have his glasses?" There's something in Eddie's voice that kills Buck. 

"I'm sorry." Is all he says. Tears roll down his face. "I'm sorry," he repeats, over and over and over, but no apology can bring back someone's kid. His best friend's kid. His kid.

"Oh, you're sorry? Sorry isn't gonna cut it, Buck. You lost my kid. How can I ever forgive something like that?!" Eddie's angry now, and rightfully so. But this isn't how it went. Right? "Eddie-" He starts again. "No, Buck. You don't get to try and apologize. Do you know what this is doing to us? Wake up, damn it!"

Buck blinks. "..What?"

Eddie rolls his eyes, closing the distance between them. His nose is inches from Buck's. "You heard me." He shoves at Buck's chest. Buck stumbles, not even trying to catch himself. He hits the floor hard. "Eddie, I-I have no idea what you're talking about." He uses his hands to push himself backwards, scraping his palms on asphalt as Eddie keeps walking towards him. Asphalt? Where am I now? Eddie grabs the front of his shirt, lifting him up. "I need you. I need you to understand." Eddie's voice breaks. His hands find Buck's. "I need you to wake up. You can't die. You hear me? Chris needs you, hell, we all need you. Wake up. Please."

Buck pulls away from his grip. He walks backwards slowly. "You're not making any sense, Eds. I'm here." Buildings start to take shape in the void, and they look incredibly familiar. Buck hits something solid. Metal, feels like. Eddie starts to change before his eyes. His hair grows longer, the bags under his eyes fade, he stands straighter. Buck turns away from Eddie as the sun shines bright in his eyes. “Wake up, Buck. I need you.” A second, unseen person interrupts.

“Diaz, you wanna ride with the kid to the hospital?”

The pieces start to fall into place. He knows what's coming. But still, he tries to stop it. “No. No- Eddie, move-!” Eddie makes eye contact with Buck as he speaks. “Yeah, that'd be gre-” “No!” A shot rings out just as Buck shoves Eddie out of the way. The bullet hits him anyway, tearing a hole through Eddie's chest and Buck's shoulder. Both scream in pain.

They don't hit the floor like Buck expected them too. They hit something soft. Buck sits up, realizing with horror that they're back in the hospital room from earlier, on the gurney. His shoulder stops hurting. 

“Two firefighters shot! Not much is known at this time, but one of them has so much to live for, and the other keeps failing to fix things and can't save the people he loves! How sad! I'm Taylor Kelly, signing off!” “Clear!”

Electricity burns through him, and he screams.

Memories flood his brain, memories of the shooting, the well collapse, the tsunami. Eddie bleeds under him. His blood pools onto the floor. Buck sees the rain, remembers the way he felt when he was hanging like a rag-doll. Remembers Eddie futilely trying to pull his dead body back up to the ladder. He sobs. Hands pull at him, yanking him off of the gurney, off and away from Eddie. Connor packs gauze into Eddie's wound.

“No!” Buck screams, fighting against the people separating him from Eddie. I can't let him die. Just as he breaks free, Eddie gasps, sitting up in the gurney. “Buck? What are you doing here? Are you okay?” He asks. Buck shakes his head. “Eddie- Eddie, listen-” He takes a step forward, and water begins to rise. It flows quickly.

By the time Buck reaches the gurney, the water is up to his chest.

Eddie sits on the gurney, watching Buck come closer. “That's a lot of water,” he remarks. Buck glares up at him. “Oh, really? Is it?” Out of the corner of his eye, Buck swears he sees a small body floating toward him, wearing the same clothes Chris had on at the pier. He ignores it. It's not real. It's not real. It's not- “Buck!”

Buck spins. That's Chris's voice. That's him! He needs help! “Chris?! Christopher?! Where are you?” He's treading water already, one hand gripping the gurney to anchor himself. The blood on his shirt drains into the water, coloring it red. Eddie leans forward, his mouth close to Buck's ear.

[eyes-of-rock]

Revenge

Paul Stanley X OC

Chapter Two

-> {Prologue // Chapter one} (would love to link it but can't)

I do one final look at myself to make sure everything is perfect. I'm wearing a beautiful satin emerald green tea-length dress. It is sleeved with a plunging v-neckline, and the fabric gathers up at the torso. The dress looks stunning to me—the perfect revenge dress. I look damn good.

I look at my living room wall clock—two minutes till four. I take my clutch off the table and head out the door. As I leave my apartment building, a slick black Porsche pulls up.

I know there is no one living around here with a car that nice. The most excellent vehicle I've seen is my Toyota. So it has to be Paul. Right on time. Impressive. I note. More than I can say for Jack, my ex and groom of the wedding I'm about to attend.

The car is sexy as hell. I haven't ever seen a Porsche in person before, at least not this close. You might think it is crazy, considering I live in Los Angeles, but I don't live in the Hollywood part.

Paul seems to be understanding the assignment. I know no one is going to be pulling up to this wedding in a car this nice.

I walk up to the car and open the door. The interior is a sexy black leather. This is the most excellent car I've ever been in. It almost feels wrong to be sitting in a Porsche with Paul Stanley of KISS. I'm a security guard at an office with an awful dating history. I'm not a model or an actress.

“You look stunning.” Paul compliments me, sliding his sunglasses down his nose for a better look.

“Thank you.” I smile, “You look pretty good yourself.”

He's wearing a nice black double-breasted suit jacket, a black striped vest underneath it, and a white low-cut t-shirt under the vest, and he's showing off just a peak of his chest hair. Then he's wearing some nice black jeans. He looks perfect.

I think that wedding is about to be hit by a big surprise, and I can't fucking wait. That's what they fucking deserve.

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“Lorna.” My mother greets me coldly. “I didn't expect you'd come.”

If you can't tell, she took Vanessa’s side. It's not surprising. She's always been her favourite and could do no wrong. It was always my fault, even when she was in the wrong. This situation is no different.

She eyes up Paul. She wants me to introduce her to my date because she's too proud to introduce herself. Every single guy I've ever brought home, and there haven't been many, she's done this same thing, too. Meanwhile, with Vanessa, it’s always been a friendly smile and an introduction.

“I know that's why I came,” I tell her, “and this is Paul Stanley. Paul, this is my mother.”

“Are you two seeing each other?” She asks in a rather demanding tone. She sounds rather unimpressed. Good.

I don't know how to answer that. I want to say yes, to get her back because we are now that I took him to this wedding technically. But this is also the first time we've gone out if this even counts as going out. I don't want to overstep and say something untrue. Who knows how he's feeling about this? However, something about our conversation a few days ago tells me he’s hoping it is going in that direction. For whatever reason. I still can't figure out why he even went after me, to begin with.

I’m not against the idea. He's been nothing but a gentleman all night so far. Paul is an adorable, caring guy behind the Starchild persona. I don't know if I'm someone he'd want on his arm at the end of the day.

“Yes, and your daughter is a lovely woman,” Paul answers for me, putting his hand on the small of my back and pulling me closer.

“Oh. Isn’t he a little old to look like a teenage degenerate?” My mother asks me, being a snotty cunt as per-usual. I know she's referring to the fact Paul has long hair.

“Isn't Jack a little young to be balding?” I fire back without thinking. His hair is thinner than a piece of paper. At least Paul still has all his hair and is older than Jack.

“You need to check your attitude, Lorna!” my mother gasps, scolding me and holding her hand to slap me. Like she always did to punish me as a kid.

I'm just going to take it like a grown women. I've been hit by her so many times it doesn't even hurt anymore.

“I wouldn't hit her if I were you,” Paul warns her, his voice level and calm.

My mother stops dead in her tracks and looks utterly shocked. I'm just as amazed as her. No one has ever actually stood up for me before. I'm not used to that; my mother isn't used to being told no.

“I want to hit my daughter for being disrespectful, and I will.” My mother gasped, horrified someone told her no, that someone stood up for me.

“Not while I'm here.” Paul insists.

“You’ve always been a spiteful girl; of course, you brought a little guard dog. Just don't ruin this day for your sister.” my mother spits at me, sounding disgusted.

Then, before I can retaliate, she turns and stomps off. I make sure to flip the bird her way real quick. That's what she deserves after that interaction.

I watch her walk over to my sister, hug and kiss her. When only moments ago, she was going to slap me in the face. It fucking hurts. I don't know why I've never been good enough for her. I wish I could have been. I fucking do.

I shouldn't have come. I know being around my family fills me with both anger and hurt. Yet here I am, and I refuse to look like they are getting to me, so I leave early.

At least I'm not alone. Paul is in my corner, which is very sweet of him. He didn't have to defend me, but he did, proving him to be a good guy.

“What a lovely woman,” Paul says sarcastically, an unpleasant look on his face.

“Yeah.” I agree, “Thank you.”

“I wasn't going to let her hit you.” He tells me, sounding like it's just a no-brainer. “Any normal person would have reacted the same way.”

“Well, you say that, but Jack let her hit me in front of him once,” I tell him.

“He’s a jackass,” Paul says, “I mean, come on, he let you go.”

“He did me a favour.” I admit, “I could be the idiot marrying him.”

“Exactly.” He agrees. “This won't be their last marriage.”

“You think?” I ask curiously.

“It’s not a good sign when the couple meets through adultery. Then you have to factor in he's an asshole.” He explains, “I promise you, this marriage will end eventually.”

“I hope you’re right,” I say as we sit at the table. Naturally, my sister put me in one near the back. Not with the rest of my family.

“Hello everyone.” The maid of honour, Vanessa’s best friend since middle school, speaks into the mic at the front of the venue with the rest of the wedding party.

“I’m the maid of honour.” She introduces herself.

“This is a love story for the ages.” She continues, and I roll my eyes. This is going to be a long speech.

“When Vanessa met Jack on that fateful rainy day in October at the Oldstone Bar. They locked eyes, and even though Vanessa had never met him, she knew her destiny was to be with him. So she walked up to him, and their love story began, even though she had to deal with jealousy from her sister of all people they made it through.”

“What the fuck?!” I blurt out in utter shock at the lies from that woman's mouth.

Are they out here spinning it like I made the whole thing up? Like they never knew each other, and I was jealous and getting in the fucking way? When there is undeniable proof that Jack dated me and they had a fucking affair? His entire family met me as his girlfriend. We dated for two whole fucking years. If anyone was jealous, it was Vanessa; she broke us up.

I'm so angry right now I can't even think straight. All I can think about is walking up on that stage and telling everyone the truth. I know I shouldn't, but I can't let this fucking slide. I can't let them tell a fucking lie to everyone and get away with it. I'm done. I’m not holding my tongue any longer.

I stand up.

“WHAT A LOAD OF BULLSHIT!” I yell to catch everyone's attention.

Everyone gasps, and the room falls silent.

“You two are such fucking liars.” I ask, “Would you like to know how they met?”

“I was dating Jackass over there,” I say, pointing right at Jack’s stupid fucking balding head.

He looks as terrified as he should be.

“and then he goes and cheats with my bitch of a sister Vanessa. Who never so much as felt a drop of rumours. So if anyone in that situation was because it was her.”

“Lorna, please-” My father bags; he doesn't ever get involved. He spent my whole childhood just letting everyone treat me like shit.

“No.” I snap, standing firm, “You don't deserve me to stop; I'm done with all of you.”

“You two deserve each other,” I say, pointing towards my sister, who's crying crocodile tears and her pussy ass husband.

“I wish you a short and miserable marriage.” I pick up the champagne glass and cheer it towards them.

Then I start walking towards the door, everyone looking at me. I hold my head up high. I don't regret it. It had to be said, and I don't care if a single one of these fuckers talks to me again.

I take a deep breath once I'm outside. I don't even feel sad. I don't feel like I’m losing something, but I am walking away from them. From cutting them off. I probably should have done this years ago.

“I’m sorry you had to see that.” I apologize to Paul; I feel slightly embarrassed, so I just blew up in front of the frontman of KISS.

“I get it if you don't want to see me again.”

He didn't know me well and had to put up with all my family drama. He's been very nice about it, but he must think I'm insane now.

“Don’t apologize.” He says, “They had it coming.”

“Really? You don't think I'm crazy?” I ask, surprised.

“You’re the most normal one there.” He laughs, “I’d love to take you out again, maybe this time without your family.”

“I’d like that.” I smile at him, “And don't worry, I don't think I’ll be talking to them anymore.”

And I wholeheartedly mean every word of that. This wedding had a better ending than I could have thought. I did get my revenge.

[naavispider]

could you do some possessive quaritch head cannons? Like quaritch getting extremely jealous of a member of the RDA who becomes close to spider and threatens them. Or quaritch not letting spider sleep too close to the other recoms, no matter how much he trusts them, he just can’t leave his boy alone with them.

Quaritch checks the tracker on his tablet every night in the forest, just making sure it still works (and that he'd still have a son in the morning)

Quaritch ordering a supply of human ration packs before getting Spider out of the holding cell at Bridgehead

Quaritch speaking to the superior of a couple of marines who looked at Spider too weirdly on their walk out

Quaritch packing water bottles despite the recoms drinking mostly from their water slings on their backs

Quaritch bitching about Janine to Wainfleet because he hates their relationship, but there's absolutely fuck all he can do about it

Quaritch constantly covering Spider in his RDA jacket, even though Spider was resistant at first

Quaritch using it to cover Spider whenever they had to walk through the base. The kid had no idea what some people's minds were like.

Quaritch having one hand hovering over his sidearm whenever a screech echoed in the forest and Spider was too far out of his reach

Quaritch not allowing Spider to be left alone inside the Sea Dragon without a member of the recom squad (the boy was a kid on a ship full of rowdy military guys who viewed him as the enemy)

Quaritch not being able to sleep the first night on the ship because he needed to keep an eye on Spider

Quaritch manhandling Spider toooo much (but at some point Spider accepts this)

Quaritch making Spider a charm when Spider shows him his anklet from Kiri

Quaritch finding a feather from Spider's arm band in his jacket sleeve and immediately beckoning Spider over so he can fix it back on

Quaritch not letting anyone help Spider apply his stripes (just him)

Just Quaritch being overly protective in every single scenario and Spider finding it suffocating at first... but somewhere along the way realising that he actually enjoys it 💙

[noxexistant]

Andrew Keenan Bolger- Big clothes. Cottagecore. Dungarees with sunflowers or mushrooms embroidered on them (he likes the big pockets). Big sweaters that bunch up at his hips (it helps hide his malnourishment). Hear me out- he totally wears thigh highs and either Docs or high top converse (either knockoffs or stolen) that Jack has painted on. He also has a small collection of snapbacks that Albert swiped for him. It’s a thing they do. Albert takes one from the hat shop every time they go to the mall.

Zachary Sayle- Will wear anything and everything pastel. A firm believer in ‘fuck your gender roles’ and ‘clothing has no gender’. Still wears big clothes, but is oddly stylish. Desperately wants to wear platform boots but knows it’s impossible because he’s too fkin clumsy (lbr just being on crutches would not stop him, but this boy knows he would d i e on platforms too)

Andy Richardson- Doesn’t have a preference on what’s actually on the clothes. He just wants stuff that relatively fits. He doesn’t want anything that’s too tight. He’s worn clothes that were too small and he got even more of those looks. The pity in people’s eyes when they see just how small he is. He prefers clothes that are too big, but will wear anything that isn’t skin tight.

Matthew Duckett- Wants to look tough desperately. He and Albert have matching sk8r boy outfits. I’m talking the long-sleeved striped undershirts with either a plain or graphic tee overshirt. Mismatching socks, and ratty, torn up sneakers. He has a collection of stolen goods from Albert as well, except his is pins, which he wears proudly on his bags. Which he turns into a weapon when the need arises. 

Also they all will wear a skirt or dress in solidarity for his mtf trans friends

these are so sweet i love theeeem 😭

this is very specific but i tend to imagine the actor-specific modern characters in the specific era of when their portrayal took place. so, like, akb’s crutchie is in like 2011/2012. and i always picture their fashion (and details like hobbies and technology) to match - it truly feels anachronistic for akb’s crutchie to have anything more modern than anything andrew himself had in any of that behind the scenes content. like, that boy cannot have anything more current than a beat-up iphone 4. matthew duckett’s the only one who gets to be Current.

i definitely see akb crutchie in a lot of knit and crochet, big knitted jumpers under dungarees, jackets borrowed from the others that don’t fit at all (especially, like, letterman style jackets from race and albert). his converse are drawn all over with sharpie and biro by everyone including him along with jack’s lil paintings, the laces are filthy and frayed and don’t match, and the shoes themselves are an inch from death, near as old as he is. he likes fun socks, especially very bright ones, and usually mismatches them because he just does not care - and that includes long socks, though they tend to frustrate him because they never stay up on his legs. catch him leaning against his crutch and making frustrated noises as he wrenches his socks back up, though at a point he’ll just let them be half-scrunched down his shins.

zach crutchie has never worn trousers in his life and will not start. it’s shorts all the way, baby. he also really likes the practicality of skirts. anything but trousers is just way easier to get dressed in without the motility of his leg, and more fun to make outfits out of. he loves fun button-down shirts. he likes beanies, and he has unquestionably worn a flower crown (it was the style at the time!). he also totally tries to get fun shoes to make up for the lack of platforms - although, if he was in a wheelchair, he would be able to wear platforms. that is a big chunk of his desire to get a wheelchair. mobility? sure, cool, whatever, but getting to have more fun with how he dresses? let’s go.

andy crutchie’s clothes reflect insecurity. he dresses very soft and non-threatening, and very plainly, like he’s trying to blend in. collared shirts under oversized jumpers to try and bulk him up a bit, always trousers - with a belt around the waist cinched in tight to keep them in place, because he wants them big but then they never fit, and plenty of layers. he tends to wear shoes without laces because having to manually lift his paralysed leg to tie his laces frustrates him, so he likes imitations of those slip-on vans. he also likes hats, beanies pulled low on his head that he can sort of hide in, and they help keep him warm - he’s always cold. he likes borrowing people’s jackets.

matthew crutchie loves graphics. he has so many stupid t-shirts he got from thrift stores, as do race and jack - they go hunting for them together, and compete to see who can find the dumbest ones, with a strict rule that whoever sees the shirt first has dibs on buying it (but they then give the shirts to each other anyway, if it’s something they know one of the others would love. race has a “best grandma ever” shirt that crutchie gave him that he thinks is hilarious). he loves pins and embroidery and patches, anything to customise stuff as his, especially since it’s all secondhand and he makes it last as long as it physically can. that being said, he still rarely gets around to fixing stuff (his dungarees in uksies are broken) so most of his clothes and shoes have holes in them or the sole coming away or other little “quirks”. he always brings a hat out with him but it usually ends up shoved in one of his pockets, and he’s the type to triple-knot his laces and then stub them so they just always stay tied and he can toe his shoes on and off.

also, bonus: owen stringer crutchie is the one who’s especially desperate to look tough. he’s the definition of the skater boy style, lots of layers, bulking himself up. baggy trousers that are so long he has to cuff them rather than it just being a stylistic choice. lots of hoodies, all of which are miles too big, many of which are stolen from other boys (especially albert). the edges of his sleeves are always frayed, he’s cut thumb holes in some sleeves. and he wears a lot of jewellery, cheap rings and necklaces, in another imitation of tough guy styles.

[yuuniee]

“If you look carefully at some places, you may discover a brand new thing... Though, I cannot promise if it’ll be something good or bad~”

Name: Auburn Sinclair

Japanese: オーバン・シンクレア

Birthday: 9th June (Gemini)

Age: 19

Height: 189 cm (6'1 ft)

Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous, but mostly uses his right hand.

Homeland: Abyssal Sea

Family: Unnamed father, unnamed mother, unnamed grandfather

Voiced by: Yuuma Uchida

Nicknames/Aliases: Monsieur Charmer (Rook), Player (Leona), Aubbie (close friends)

Grade: Junior

Class: 3-A (no. 18)

Club: Basketball Club

Best Subject: Swimming

Hobby: Crocheting, making dolls

Pet Peeves: Getting interrupted

Favorite Food: Meat wrap

Least Favorite Food: Takoyaki

Talent: Tying a cherry stem in his mouth, imitating handwritings

💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍

Appearence: Auburn is a young man with crimson long hair that slightly passes his shoulders and is usually in a ponytail, ocean blue eyes, pale skin, sharp teeth and a slightly toned body. He tends to wear rings on his fingers in most of his outfits.

In his school uniform, he wears the usual school uniform with black shirt, gray vest and a striped necktie. He also wears black pants with two vertical gold stripes facing outwards and black sneakers.

In his dorm uniform, he just wears the usual Octavinelle uniform without the jacket and with the violet shirt’s sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He also wears several silver rings beneath the white gloves.

In his merform, he has a scaly back and a large dark blue tail with large fins. His skin is as dark blue as his tail and he has black sclera with red eyes and slitted pupils.

Personality: He is rather outgoing and polite, but also flirty and often cracks jokes to release any tension in the air. Though he might get a bit arrogant and can get cocky at certain times.

Unique Magic: “Be My Doll”

It allows him to create something like a doll or an object that resembles to the target. Whatever he does to that object in question, the target feels it as if they are the one who's experiencing it first-hand. They only experience the feeling without any wound or marks.

An old art of him drawn by yours truly (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

Yes, I changed some stuff :)

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— Facts:

His kind is known as “Reddeath Merman” because of their venom that could off a hundred man which they have a special part of their mouth to store it in their body.

His father is a merchant with a silver tongue while his mother is a housewife and they both hate humans and expect Auburn to be like them too. However, he seems to display affection to those around him despite what his parents say or do.

He used to have a childhood crush on Fawn, but he later started to see her as a sister even when something bad happened to her.

He may appear to be a flirty guy, but he does this to not feel lonely as reddeath merpeople (especially males) are seen as extremely dangerous and intimidating. That’s why he couldn’t have any friends other than Fawn, who was another outcast due to her appearence, until he came to Night Raven College.

He often twirls his hair when he feels bored.

In his P.E Uniform card story, it’s revealed that he would often race with Fawn from one rock the another, but they would usually end up with a tie.

In his Dorm Uniform card story, it’s revealed that he was chosen to be a royal guard for Fawn at a young age and that he has a promise to the former queen (Fawn’s mother) that he will protect her at all costs.

In his Tearmaid Attire story, he mentions working at a florist when he came to land. He says he did this to understand the land plants better, but his real reason is revealed to be that and he finds all flowers pretty unique.

In his Dorm Uniform card story, he reveals that he makes his own food instead of buying from cafeteria. Later he says that he can easily get indigestion and he makes sure to not put anything that causes him to become like that.

He is secretly a neat freak and a germaphobe. Has a tendency to wipe the doorknobs before entering somewhere. Always carries a bag full of cleaning tissues.

The weapons he uses in Abyssal Sea are a lance and a whip, but he mostly uses it for self-defense.

[berryblu-soda]

thinking abt the completely opposite styles Arrio and Nathan went for in their suits!!!!!! it tells so freaking much abt their characters and exactly why they tend to have quite a bit of friction!!!

🐺Nathan´s style is techwear (or something similar) he centers himself in functionality as well as protection, his suit is mostly sleek without much extra fabric except in the hood and his pants, which is interesting bc once again, this has a functional purpose!! pants like that provide extra mobility *and* extra space for gadgets, which while being a great fighter, he has to rely heavily on. while the hood, i´d say is one of the more un practical features of his suit (tech + anpther mask is already obscuring his identity, he does *not* need that thing!!), however it´s meaning makes up for it. from purely a character design standpoint, a hood (especially when its up) can be used to tell inmediately a character likes to keep his cards close, not keen on trusting people and more than okay with just fading into the background. but also in Nathan´s case, it parallels Daejung/Jupiter-Man!!! which makes me INSANE!!!! bc not only is his hood so much more ... normal than Jupiter-man´s big and flowy cape, but!!! he´s mirroring his dad (again)!!!! aghh-

🔥okok sorry yall know im more insane abt Nathan by the day, but onto Arrio´s suit analysis!! 3 things of note are: no mask, triple aesthetic influence, weak spots. I absolutely love that arrio contrasts with nathan´s overkill of a mask by wearing absolutely no mask at all!! (<- dumbass move in my opinion but i support it), it makes sense he didnt go for a mask bc his goal was never the superhero secret identity nonsense, even if it were to later grow on him, his core motivation was always to look out for the twins (<- as opposed to Quin, who in a non canon test comic carried arround masks and would jump at the chance to use em).

next part is more me nitpicking arrio´s suit than comparing w nathan´s lol

Triple aesthetic influence: what i mean by this is his suit feels like a combination of streetwear (loose, comfortable jacket, ripped jeans), the default parameters for their super suits (tight black shurts, turtleneck, contrasted with strong pops of color ((as opposed to the girls´ white w pops of color)), and magi type clothes!! <- which i absolutely love btw!!, it can be noticed in his jacket´s high collar, loose wide sleeves, beads on a string w no clear purpose, stripe patterns (reminiscent of his spellbook but way oversimplified) , skull and belt w a good amount of extra fabric!!!

a bunch of these features (specially the belt) arent as streamlined as they could be and that is a c h o i c e , homeboy really increased his number of weakspots that could get snagged or pulled does he even know it??? does he even care ???

as a side note: he and quintin are the only ones with an easily removable part of their outfit (jacket), and theyre the ones most prone to using it!!!! look me in the eyes and tell me they wouldnt absolutely lend them to people if they needed some sort of comfort and protection

[mooselandmonsterhunter]

(An AU of an AU)

The neighborhood looked better at night, Max thought as he pushed open the lobby doors. The neon shadows hid the grime and decay, even if it gave room for creatures both mortal and eldritch to move through the dark.

The lobby was flickering fluorescents and chipped linoleum. He scowled at the list of names on the buzzers, finger hovering over the name before he let it drop. (Best to test this so-called Specialist) he said to himself, striding up the stairs.

The gold-leaf name on the door was as faded as everything else in the building, the name  unreadable. He paused in the corridor, considering his options, when a rough-edged voice drifted from behind the aged wood.

“You gonna stand out there all night? You’ll scare the neighbors.”

Max looked down the empty-seeming hallway, arched an eyebrow, and opened the door.

~~

The office was small, and in the far window, Max could see the lights of the midtown skyscrapers stain the night in a distant glow. The Specialist sat back, feet on desk, half-looking out at the scene before gesturing to Max to sit in the worn chair. The green-shaded lamp on the desk cast the man’s face in sharp relief, and Max thought he saw the glint of silver in his neat black beard and the messy bun his dark hair was caught into.

“People come to me, they want something found or something lost.” The Specialist saluted him with a clink of bourbon in his glass and swept his long legs off the desk, replacing them with his arms, leaning forward with a curious glint in his half-shadowed face. “Which is this?”

“I’ve heard you have some skills, so why don’t you tell me?” Max offered.

“Great. A comedian. OK, scootch over here.” The Specialist gestured Max over, and he dragged the chair to the desk. “Give me your hand.”

“What are you a fortune teller, too?”

“Something like that.” There was a feline twist to the other man’s smile. He reached out and took Max’s hand in his, and Max felt a frission of déjà vu rumble up his spine like an oncoming storm. The Specialist’s hands were startlingly graceful, a seeming jumble of leather and beads at his wrists and a hint of tattoos peeking out from where his sleeves rolled up. He ran a long finger along Max’s palm, to his wrist and the edge of his suit jacket.

“High cashmere count fabric. Savile Row tailoring, for the suit and the shirt but the tie is Italian, as are your shoes- which by the way you pay very close attention to the correct shade of brown to wear with this very nice navy chalk stripe. You like to spend very good money on things that show you’re a man of good taste. And your nails are really beautifully manicured. You gotta give me the name of your salon.” The Specialist leaned a little closer and Max could smell more than the bourbon on him. A hint of smoke, a hint of some leathery cologne. “But your watch is a ninety dollar Seiko dive model that you can buy at a camping store and you’ve beaten the shit out of it. And no matter how nice your nails look…” he turned Max’s hand over, drawing his finger across the palm. “You can’t hide the scars and calluses here… and here. So I’d say you regularly wield a sword, sir.”

Max almost jerked his hand back, but recovered, leaning in closer. “Who’s to say I’m not a baseball player or an avid gardener?”

The Specialist snorted gently, holding Max’s hand up. “A baseball bat or garden hoe doesn’t have a crosspiece that cut into his forefinger because he choked up too high on the hilt recently. Unless you’re hunting the squirrels out of your garden with a…” he paused, considering. “A zweihander?”

Max withdrew his hand, face suddenly burning. “What do you suppose I would do with a… what did you call it… a zweihander?” He said in his most charming voice.

The Specialist grinned and sat back. “The gold tie bar with the lion and the cross tells me you’re a Western Sect Hunter, Vatican. The fact that you’re here without a case for your sword -something a Western Sect Hunter would never be without- tells me you want something found.” He ran his finger along the edge of his glass. “How did I do?”

Max leaned on the desk, shaking his head. “Very observant.”

“What I want to know then, is how a Vatican Knight of the Western Sect Hunters lost his Excalibur Class Holy Sword.”

“It’s called the Georgios.” Max’s stomach dropped. He knew he was going to have to face this at some point. And facing it at the Specialist was better than facing it in front of the Elders. “I don’t know. I was in a fight, that I know. But. I. Was…. Out of it for a bit. And when I woke up. I was.” The words faltered with embarrassment. “Naked and weaponless.”

The Specialist got up and rounded the desk, a movement so sudden and fluid Max almost didn’t register it. “You mean you died during the fight.” He said, bracelets ticking softly as he reached out, hand hovering over Max’s heart. “You have a Lazarus Brand. How Vatican.” He scoffed. “So you died during a fight with something, and they… looted your corpse.”

Max could feel the warmth of the man’s hand through his suit. “That’s about the size of it.” He sighed.

“Human.  If it had been a Greater Entity, they would’ve just incinerated your corpse while you were dead. A Lesser would’ve either taken off while you were out – afraid of you waking up too fast, or would’ve cut your head off. Because an Entity could see the brand.” He let his hand rest on Max’s chest fully. “A human would’ve just thought you were dead for reals.”

“Well, that’s just embarrassing then.” Max grumbled.

“The Lazarus Brand. A sect of Monks in the 1200s used to flagellate themselves to death in an ecstatic orgy of pain and piety to wake up and do it all over again the next day. I think it’s barbaric.”

“But useful in my line of work.” Max shrugged. “So. Do you think you can find it?”

The Specialist leaned forward, breath warm on Max’s cheek. “Let me gather some things, and then we’re going to go back to your place.”

Max turned his head enough that he felt the brush of the Specialists neat beard on his skin. “Buy me dinner first.”

“Normally I’d inscribe a charm on the scabbard or something. But instead, I’m going to need to cast it on your skin since all of your other stuff is gone too. And then I’m gonna need you to suit up and get whatever backup you carry, because human or no, I don’t think they’re going to want to give it back.”

Max regretted the sudden chill as the Specialist stood up. “I’m Max.” He watched as the other man pulled a case out from a nearby credenza. He opened it for a moment, and Max could see a folded bow and an empty quiver.

The Specialist looked over his shoulder. “The Yumiya Hachiman. The Dove Bow.”

“You’re an Eastern Sect Hunter too?”

“Freelancer these days. Max…?” He closed the case with a definitive click.

“Woods.”

“Arthur Mizuhara. Nice to meet you, Max. Let’s go find your wayward butter knife.”

[thisbetterbeavalibleorsohelpme]

hey i can tell the void about my ocs and their stories

and it won't care

i love the void

OK i can't draw and i will go into detail about what they look like you have been warned also they probably wont make sense as this is just a way to get them out of my brain to free up room for more things

tw: mentions of kidnapping, suicidal thoughts, sh, death, ptsd, control obsession just a mention, doesn't go into detail, jail, sorry if i didn't get them all

Galileo - Science experiment. Part air genasi, part mutant turtle. (to be fair, the creator wasn't insane. he just wanted to know what would happen if he mixed two species.) has "siblings" (as in other creatures from the creator) but isn't actively looking for them. spent the first 9 (nine) years of his life in a small village as the assistant of an entertainer. Knows how to dance, sing and play the pan flute. Was re-kidnapped at age 10 (ten) and spent five years trying to be free of the creator. finally was sent away by him to another dimension. found a mystic city full of yokais and other creatures. got a job as an entertainer/cook at a pizza restaurant. calls the owner tío and learned Spanish from him. 15 (fifteen) years old and became friends with four brothers and their older sister. saves the world from an alien species.

Not Good Things - has anxiety and ptsd. the creator was never nice. sh as a coping mechanism. adrenaline junkie. addicted to freedom. needs control over himself. extremely good at hiding feelings and suffering.

Good Things - optimistic, happy-go-lucky. able to read people like a good. intelligent in book smarts, street smarts and social smarts. creativity is like breathing to him. really sharped-minded and witty. jumps up & down, rocks side to side and flaps hands/fists when happy. knows english, spanish and sign language.

Random Things - Ravenclaw, INFJ, Autism & ADHD. Aroace.

Looks - Dark turquoise skin. cloud hair but usually has it all shaved off so he's bald (insecurities about the cloud) light blue freckles all over face. green eyes. doe pretty. white hair. when he gets scars, turns sky blue. five feet tall. muscular-slim build. has a "shell" that's more like a mix of bone and skin. (think softshell.) plastron & shell a really, really dark blue. so navy blue it's almost black. three fingers & toes. snout (where r his ears? we will never know.) never not wearing socks or shoes. wears either a black tank top or black long sleeve underneath a white t shirt. blue jeans. light blue checkered vans or nike high tops. carries a crossover leather bag. pan flute around neck. colourful bracelets. cyan cheeks (instead of rosy cheeks.) almost always smiling. eyes turn stormy when mad. has red stripes almost like scars on eyes, two yellow stripes from above mouth to collarbone.

Characteristics - can go into shell and does when scared. can hold breath for up to 1 hour. super fast swimmer. really likes fruits. chirps & chirrs when happy. can't walk by a mirror without checking and fixing appearance. messy, but insists it's organized chaos. calls everyone by a pet name. would rather die than wear a jacket. has terrible posture. carries around a comfort stuffed animal but never admits it. always late. constantly cracking knuckles. extremely clumsy. laughs at everything. even stuff he doesn't want to laugh at.

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Newton - Astral Elf. grew up poor. mother died because she couldn't afford the proper medicine for her sickness. now works to discover all natural remedies and gives them to those in need. steals from the rich and gives to the poor. suffered through jail. now knows how to be more careful. teen years on the street. now 30 (thirty) and working in a mystic city. charges rich people for medicine and negotiates to those who can't afford the full price. saves world from alien species.

Not Good Things - Always thinking like he'll never have enough, yet rations everything because he's always waiting for the next moment of poverty. ptsd from seeing his mother die.

Good Things - Only wears mismatched socks. really likes warm summer days. very confident. good at finances and persuasion. able to immediately tell when someone is lying. insanely good sense of smell and eyesight, observant. always wearing lots of layers in case a friend gets cold. solely writes in cursive writing. good with children. plays piano.

Random Things - Hufflepuff, ISTP, Demiboy.

Looks - Black hair. royal purple, black and royal blue skin. looks like a galaxy. hair down to elbows. has the Cygnus constellation on his back. six feet and one inch tall. pointy ears, as long as his hand. purple eyes. no pupils. (at least, not any you can see.) burn marks on hands and arms. shaky hands. wears a leather skirt with two slits for running/fighting. light brown baggy pants underneath. dark red baggy shirt with a hood, tucked in with leather arm wraps on forearms. light brown belt. sword holster.

Characteristics - walks really fast. always has a sodapop on hand. keeps on trying to make handshakes with people but forgets them. paints when stressed. never wears shoes without socks. doesn't wear patterned clothes. plant dad and names all his plants. never does any dares. pessimist. tsundere. refuses to drink anything with ice in it. cannot, for the life on him, pronounce "electrical." sneezes extremely loud. must be holding a cup in order to feel comfortable talking to strangers.

[author-gay-walrus]

Love Bites, Chapter 1

Ebony awoke to a loud knocking from above.

“Ebony!” his brother, Jack, yelled, “If you don’t come out Opal says we’ll leave without you!”

He turned to face the other side of the coffin, hoping Jack would eventually stop. They didn’t.

At last he threw open the coffin, “Jack I swear if you scratch my coffin-” He was interrupted by Jack accidentally punching him in the face. “Jesus-fuck,”

“You’re bleeding.” Jack stated, pointing at his bloody nose, his eyes wide with fear.

“Yeah I know-shit I think you broke it-”

“Doc!” Jack ran out of the room, “I broke Ebony!”

Climbing out of his coffin Ebony could see Ace staring amusingly at him from the hallway. Their dark brown hair was pulled into a ponytail, showcasing both the scar on the left side of their face and wolf-like ears, a cut on the left on. Along with a spectrum piercing on their bridged nose, shorts, and an orange tank top with a crescent moon on it (a gag gift from Ebony that turned out to be something they actually liked) which was unusual since the outfit showed even more scars. Two scars on their left leg and three on their right forearm. No one except for Doc knew how they got those scars.

“Did you put him up to that?” He asked, noticing their tail quickly wagging behind them.

“The knocking? Yeah,” Ace laughed, “But that punch was all him.”

“I hate you.”

“Just shut up and get dressed sleeping beauty.” Ace grinned, showing off their fangs like Ebony didn’t have a pair of his own. He slammed the door on his sibling and quickly got dressed, ignoring the pain from his broken nose. Eventually he decided on a black pleated skirt with fishnets and a back tank top with blood-like splatters on it and red heels.

Assuming he looked good he opened the door and was greeted with Opal, who had a potion in her hand, “Jack said he broke you.”

“It’s just a broken nose, I’ve suffered worse.” Ebony rolled his eyes, grabbed the potion and chugged it quickly, handing the empty glass bottle back to the witch. “No hat today?” He pointed to her head where instead of her signature witch hat was her black hair styled in afro buns.

“New city today, thought I’d show off,” She gestured to her pointed ears which styled some black pentagram earrings, something Ebony had bought her for her birthday.

“Is that why Ace is showing off their scars?”

“Probably,” Opal shrugged.

“So? How do I look?” He spun to give Opal the full effect of the skirt.

“You clean up nicely for someone who doesn’t have a reflection.” She teased, “But for the love of god would it kill you to brush your hair?”

“I can’t see my hair! I don’t know when it looks bad…”

Opal rolled her eyes and grabbed a brush that was sitting next to Ebony’s guitar. “Turn around,” Ebony obliged and she started brushing through his long black hair.

“So why the new city?”

“There’s a new museum Jack wants to go to and you know Doc can’t say no to him.”

“Ugh, what museum is it this time?”

“Natural history.”

“That’s the most boring type of history.” He groaned.

“Maybe you’ll see something familiar,” She joked. “Okay, all done.”

“Thanks Opal,” He smiled as she put the brush down and walked out of the room. Ebony turned away to put on some of his rings when he heard someone walk into the room.

“Are you okay now?”

“Yeah, I’m okay now Jack.” Ebony turned around to face him. He was wearing his striped suit jacket that was too big for him and his buckle platforms with a knee length white dress. “You look good.”

“Really?” He smiled, a blush spreading across his green skin. “I’m sorry about punching you. I didn’t mean it.”

“I know, you’re good.” There was an awkward pause in the room, it was obvious Jack wanted to ask something but felt too guilty to say it, instead fidgeting with the sleeves of their jacket. Ebony sighed, “Spill it,”

“Can you help me with my hair?”

“Course,” Jack walked closer so that Ebony could style his long, messy blonde hair into a bun. With his hair out of the way you could see both his blue and green eye along with the bolts that sat on either side of his neck and the stitches that wrapped around his forehead and neck.

“Thank you.” He smiled and ran downstairs, closely followed by Ebony.

Doc, Opal, and Ace were already downstairs and waiting by the door. Doc looked so under-dressed standing next to Opal in her dark purple corset and long black dress with a slit on each side, showing her matching purple tights. Doc on the other hand was wearing a gold button up, that was unbuttoned, with different gears all over it and tan cargo shorts. Doc looked like a dad, and in a way Doc was their dad. The only thing that made Doc stand out was the Plague Doctor mask for a head, each “eye” being a different shade of gold.

“There you are!” Doc exclaimed, watching Ebony follow Jack downstairs, “Almost left without you, how’s your nose?”

“It’s fine P.D.” Ebony insisted, grabbing his umbrella which hung by the door. It matches his shirt with it being black and a blood-like pattern dripping down from the top.

And with that, the makeshift family left their home and journeyed to the museum.

Doc drove them there with Opal controlling the music from the passenger seat. Ace, Jack, and Ebony sat in the back with Jack being squished in the middle.

“I still vote we buy a bigger car.” Ace complained.

“Then get a job and buy that bigger car.” Doc responded.

“Come on Doc,” They whined, “You know nobody hires people like us!”

“We could always put Jack in the truck.” Ebony suggested.

“Yeah! I can fit in there.” He smiled, pulling his hand off to prove it.

“Jack we’ve been over this we are not disembodying you and putting you in the truck.” Doc sighed.

Two hours later, they arrived at the museum, exiting the car and stretching before finally being pulled into the building by Jack. The first thing the little monster did was grab a map, scan over it quickly, and run in the direction the dinosaur fossils were, ignoring the stares of the people around them.

[makotoarashi]

Tokyo Revengers OCs (pt.1/?)

Lyell Max Nakajima

Long brown hair with light blue fade (middle Y-axis), most of the time let down unless he’s working on another outfit design.

His casual outfit includes lose sweater-jacket with oversized sleeves in neon purple and white colors, under those sleeves he’s wearing net-gloves in a very similar color to his skin making them almost invisible from the distance (if he was to roll his sleeves up of course). Under the jacket he wears white shirt with diamond ♢ pattern all over it. Lyell doesn’t really like long pants because of the restrained movement so he wears skin-colored tights, which are actually good for cold weather, under his shorts just to scare people on windy/cold days. Additionally he also wears striped leg warmers in colors of white and light gray and black shoes side-tied. On not-so daily basis he also wears a purple hat with a small bowtie.

Ivor Samuel

Long dark red-ish hair, usually tied into a ponytail which is resting on his shoulder.

His casual outfit includes white sweater with gray stripe on the chest, long brown jeans he’s wearing were sewed up by him without any help, it’s not symetrical since he’s bad at it. His shoes are dark blue with high gray-ish sole.

Story summary (past)

Lyell and Ivor had to move from UK to Japan because of their parents, who worked together for an international company and both happened to have a promotion, just so it happened for their new apartments to be too expensive even for Ivor’s dad after being promoted. Lyell offered to help Ivor out once again just like it used to happen in UK. Decently wealthy family and barely capable to save money family scenario.

Story (now)

One day when Ivor and Lyell were going back home from school, members of a local gang blocked their way. They looked as if they wanted to beat them both down but before they could do it, some blonde boy appeared and kicked the gangsters in their heads which made them unconscious. The blonde introduced himself as Manjiro and told Ivor and Lyell that they can come to him if any bad guys try to bother them again. Few days later Ivor called Manjiro to meet up, after they met Manjiro explained that he’s a leader of a gang called Tokyo Manji, which protects people who can’t fight. Ivor was eager to join the said gang even though he didn’t know how to fight. Manjiro decided to accept Ivor with a thought that it might be an oportunity for Takemichi to have some new friends in the gang.

Trivia

Lyell’s family always helped Ivor’s with studying Japanese, funds and many other things.

Ivor has a hard time accepting help from Lyell because he has done way too much for him.

Both Ivor and Lyell had people they liked in UK, they kept contact through calls.

Lyell’s favorite person from UK is a young model called Edric Aric, they are about the same age and work in clothing business. 

Ivor’s favorite person is a friend from school called Matthew Fox but Ivor prefers to call him Matt. Matthew thinks it’s cute.

Ivor has a crush on Mikey ever since he saved him.

Ivor owns one pair of shoes and he treasures it a lot. He usually gets his clothes patched instead of getting new ones.

Lyell doesn’t buy clothes but fabrics to make his own clothes instead.

After moving to Japan Lyell goes to the same middle school as Takemichi and Ivor goes to the same school as Mikey.

Edric and Matthew both have dark complexion. This makes Lyell and Ivor very tolerant and broad-minded.

A/N: I’m still working on this universe with my friend so be patient