#~arsenal ace~

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@overx

A conundrum.

Despite their productive conversation, there was a cloud of awkwardness that coated every exchange they'd made since it. Sure, it wasn't like they had stopped exchanging words after he'd just, blurted his thoughts out for them both to re-read. They hadn't been dishonest, no, but it had probably been... out of left-field to hear them.

Or that was, at least, how he'd assumed Vi had taken them. The purple Hunter's impression of the Zero prior to their rather enlightening last few month hadn't exactly been stellar.

Despite Zain's self-destructive mannerisms, he had already found himself wanting to clear up their misunderstandings. Had to, to keep the future from meeting the same path it once diverged from. This was his last chance. He owed Vile that much.

In... all retrospect, that wasn't the actual issue here, regardless of his musings. The blond sighed, a grimace twisting his expression as he stared at the flier in his mail. Zain swipes at the disposable screen, skimming the date again.

Two weeks. He's not left with many candidates.

So it is with reluctance that the Commander activates his communications, with the one person he assumed would desire to assist the least.

//...What kind of civvies do you own?//

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"Wish I was," is the the response, but to him it only felt obvious. They were wading through the skeletal remains of buildings reclaimed by nature, so many just simply toppled over like fallen soldiers. A neutral zone between the last bastion of Humanity and the wilds beyond. Away from Neo Arcadia.

Only as Vile's own flurry of questions does the Copy give pause-- just not in his stride. They needed to get far enough away for their warp signal to not be noticed. Crimson was the only safe entity here, and he wasn't physically there, nor the one first sent out.

There is some debate in continuing their line of dialogue, but Seraph wasn't superstitious enough to bother fearing whether speaking about the past-- Vile's future-- would be an issue or not. Truthfully, if this reploid was from the past despite speaking to him now, and nothing had changed, the answer was morbidly clear. He did say he was a Maverick Hunter.

Or they were both lucky, and they were from alternate timelines.

Unceremoniously and without further ado... "Cyber Elves. Sentient artificial entities capable of affecting reality." A miracle Hawke hadn't started squawking at this guy yet. A blessing probably. "I don't know how they came to be, other than they can affect the very code of the world around us at the cost of their own lives." Amazing technology got that far, maybe? Everyone knew to not use them, had already learned their lesson-- the decay around them was enough of a nightmare on its own.

Seraph can only shrug at his own future. It was his now and some else's past that he was concerned with. "Wars plural, nine before the aforementioned Elf Wars, and then..." Well, it didn't matter. "The numbers are there, but the details are gone."

Maybe he should be a bit more wary of just how quickly this is moving but… Seraph seems pretty sincere. If nothing else, Vi’s gut instinct isn't to distrust the other reploid. That hasn't led him astray so far...

For now, at least, it's worth hearing the guy out. Enough that Vile finds himself following along, skepticism absent for the time being. “...You're kidding me, right?” Sounds like a problem right out of the dark ages. “...nearly all of…” How the hell does something like that happen?

“Wait, wait back up a second–” Vile finds his arms crossing as they walk, contemplative. “...wars plural?” The situation as it was now is more a handful of small skirmishes than a full blown war. Where would that much firepower even come from? 

“...and ‘elf’ is short for what exactly..?” It feels ridiculous to even ask outloud, but they're both lacking context here. “Shit I know you have questions, but I might not have your answers.” Sounds like he isn't nearly far enough into whatever bullshit future is ahead of him.

Lovely.

[mewtwo365]

Thinkin about Great Ace Attorney so i re-did this meme with Herlock Sholmes!

Hope you enjoy this silly drawing, and have an AWESOME day!!

[doctorsiren]

drawing during anthropology

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

Dick: Are. you. serious?!

Damian: It was the only option!

Dick: THE ONLY- I need a second

Damian: I-

Dick: NO! I. need. a second!

Roy: Great, cause I'm raring to go!

Roy, turning to Emiko: What in the fresh hell were you thinking?!

Emiko: I don't have to explain myself to you

Roy: Acting tough for a girl who knows I have Dinah on speed dial

Emiko: Pull your phone out and you'll have some broken fingers to match your broken phone

Roy: Oh yeah? Well-

Dick: Okay! I'm calm! Let's just apologize to each other and have a calm discussion about-

Damian: I'm not sorry

Dick:

Dick: I am no longer calm. Wally! Sub in!

Wally: What? Oh. Um sure

Wally: Ace! How dare you! I... am very mad. At you.

Ace: Uh, yeah! Yeah! I'm also mad, very mad, and now I'm going to argue! Because you... You don't listen to me!

Wally: And you don't listen to me!! So now I'm goING TO YELL ABOUT IT!

Ace: GREAT! I'M GOING TO YELL BACK!

Wally and Ace: AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Emiko:

Roy: ... what the fuck

Dick: Oh my g- You two know that you don't have to pretend to argue to make us feel better, right?

Wally: We just didn't want to rub it in

[rainymeadows-art]

i refuse to elaborate

[pixiesfz]

why did nobody tell me that there was an Arsenal womens x sidemen video

“hi my names Caitlin Foord I should score but…we’ll see”

[tiger-in-the-flightdeck]

.... Roy, you're supposed to be explaining why people think Connor's gay, not why they think you're gay.

[ac3may]

“ the wag diaries ”

How You Met

~ Alessia Russo ~

~~~~~~~~~~

Alessia would never make any claim to know anything about ice hockey before she met you

but if interrogated she couldn't deny that Y/N L/N was a prominent face in her mind since she was a teen

most people had only recently began to recognise you with your increasing sponsorships

Alessia however had known of you from your college days

she had been dragged to a UNC friends hometown in Minnesota where she attended her first ever ice hockey game

it was an unfamiliar sport to the Brit, the violence definitely shocked her

she thought football was physical enough

number 23 immediately drew her attention though

the way she managed to dominate the rink while still gliding so gracefully was addicting

it wasn't until four years later when your face was plastered across all the sporting outlets that Alessia was reminded just how attractive she found the sport

or maybe it really was just you

the next time you crossed Alessia’s path you were a lot more physical, a lot more real, and a lot more directly in front of her

both being sponsored by Beats by Dre you had been invited to their rooftop event in LA, launching a new product

laying eyes on the blonde from across the dance floor you knew immediately you had to meet her

approaching her at the bar it was evident that she was shocked to see you

although that did nothing but spur your ego

the cocky glint appearing in your eye only attracted Alessia more

"hey, pretty lady. any chance I can interest you in drink? some company perhaps?”

"well I'm pretty sure it's an open bar, so drinks are free" 

*eyes widen in rejection*

*she touches your arm*

she TOUCHES your arm!!

"but I could do with some company"

you then spend the following many drinks sat a little too close to be friendly

talking, giggling, and flirting around the fire pit

within an hour the pair of you had abandoned the groups you arrived with and tumbled into whoever's hotel room was closest

the following morning of room service in bed and further extra-circicular activities had Alessia thinking maybe something more would come

but after watching your broad shoulders walk away from her, freshly showered back buried in her duvet, there was no contact to follow

after several months of teasing from Ella about her new interest in hockey you appeared again

you had been visiting England to complete several press and media requirements, one of which being a photoshoot campaign with Beats

grumbling to your best friend and manager after a long train ride and cramped Uber to the studio in Manchester the last person you expected to be faced with was Alessia

not learning her lesson, again Alessia ended up in the same bed as you by the end of the night

as well as a supply closet, restaurant bathroom and hotel pool before that

this time though she was the one to walk away, and not without the promise of a regular arrangement

you were by no means in a relationship

but every time you were in the same country you sought each other out

neither of you had time for that anyway

a year later when Alessia joined her team in the Euros final you made the decision to fly out and surprise her in the stands

As soon as she made eye contact with you Alessia lost all interest in the impending afterparty

staying only as long as was polite before dragging you off to yet another hotel room

You were more than happy to accommodate her wishes though

the entire trip being made to celebrate her achievements in the first place

Alessia is demanding in physically wrapping your arms around her naked body when you try to stand and leave

on the high of the win she is extra confident

and the exhaustion catching up to her reigns her filterless

"why do you always leave me, am I just a warm body to you?"

*you gape, too stunned to speak*

*her pout is dramatically adorable*

"Alessia you are SO much more than a warm body to me! how could you even think that?!"

holding her tighter in your arms you listen as she explains her insecurity

all the while she played with your tangled fingers, resting on her stomach

hearing her out you admitted your intimidation of her being too good for you

the simple solution, that pleased both of you, came when she finally asked you to be her girlfriend

of course you agreed immediately

sealing it with a kiss

~~~~~~~~~~

Okay, question for anyone enjoying/invested in the wag diaries. Does anyone have suggestions for different nicknames we could maybe call the “characters”? I feel like mixing all the Y/N’s is already getting pretty confusing….

[neutrallyobsessed]

ARSENE LUPIN REFERENCE?????!?!??!?!?!??!

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Suit, check. Tie, tied, cufflinks on, vest and pocket square, shoes not out of place. It's a formal event, a press conference, a diplomatic negotiation and a black-tie gala all in one. It's stressing him out, was what it was. Limited guests, all dressed up.

Literally anything and everything there could be misinterpreted, and equally a space with this many government officials was asking for some sort of ambush or attack by-- Zain crosses his arms again, an attempt to keep from fidgeting, though he was becoming increasingly aware it was starting to make him look equally as unapproachable-- and he and Xanti had only just arrived.

Already he can count several high-profile individuals-- including the speaker for New-Gen Perspective, a peaceful reploid's rights activist group.

A sigh burns and dies in his throat as he looks reluctantly to Xanti. How do I look less standoffish? It's a losing game. "You look nice," awkward conversation, but he was trying. Look casual, damn it. The blond's multicolored eyes travel the ball-room, attempting to find a face he was sure he'd recognize. It's crowded, a full house. "...Any sign of our bodyguard?"

[DWN-000]: //Where are you?//

@overx

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"If you say so." Zain's shoulders lift into a shrug. "Do you think you'll last that long until then? It's a little over a week left." Hold that thought.

His peripheral alarm was going off. It usually never needed to be armed at HQ, but. Well. Everyone is the enemy now. There is a rapidly approaching blur on his and the other 0th Hunter's location and only one individual that he knew who could move that fast. He only has seconds to grab Vi, locking the purple reploid into his warp signature as he teleports away.

"--Jeez. Didn't think she'd... find me that quickly."

"I'll.... consider your offer." It was an unexpected invitation, but then again there was no telling how long their fellow Hunters would be on this tirade. Most likely until the holiday had passed.

"Think there's a bit too long between now and the end of the holidays though." Would hate to overstay my welcome. "Plus I mean-- you and Xanti need time to yourselves."

It's not exactly a secret the X loves any reason to celebrate.

[mewtwo365]

Herlock Sholmes (dog version) reads Arsene Lupin!

The re-naming of Sherlock to Herlock in GAA got me to read the Arsene Lupin stories, so i thought it’d be fun to draw him reading the story where his name came from! XD

hope you enjoy, and have an AWESOME day!!!

[tropicalfreckles]

I saw something funny on twitter.

(original)

Bonus Maya doodle

[edietrent]

football fangirl

like or reblog if you save.

[rainymeadows-art]

Five generations of the Lupin family and the law enforcement who can't seem to get away from them (plus a short descriptor of their dynamics)