#Evelyn Ramirez

[fishy-moirails]

FINALLY DONE!!! ROXY WOLF HOODIE!!!!!

[tinyevelyn]

💖🐈Welcome To My Blog🐈💖

I'm Evelyn!! I'm a self-taught artist who loves drawing and writing OCs >:3

Get To Know Me -

- I'm genderfluid and bi and I go by he/she/they

- I'm an ENFP-T 9w1 sx/so

- My birthday is 15/06 and I'm a Gemini♊️

- I'm 155cm which is about 5'1 in feet (omg I'm short😭😭)

- I LOVE CATS and I have a cat meself

- my favourite colours are green and pink

MY OCs -

ROTTMNT OC Emiko - (to be edited)

Stranger Things OC Andrea - Andrea Henderson is a sharp-witted and fiercely independent teenager who balances her tough exterior with a deep care for her loved ones, often hiding her vulnerabilities behind a layer of sarcasm.

Encanto OC Evelina - (to be edited)

Encanto OC II Estrella (fankid) - Estrella Madrigal is a vibrant and creative young girl with a passion for self-expression. She has the gift of creating mesmerizing illusions that blur reality and fantasy. With a playful and charismatic personality, Estrella uses her talents to entertain and connect with others. She's a true original, always looking for new ways to showcase her art and stand out from the crowd.

TADC OC Kitty - (to be edited)

F/O LIST💖💖-

Camilo Madrigal - Encanto

Jax - The Amazing Digital Circus

Steve Harrington - Stranger Things

Serial Designation V - Murder Drones

Brooklynn - Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous

Inbox is open to interactions!!

💖🐈THANK YOU FOR VISITING MY BLOG!!!🐈💖

cat divider by @khaer (i think so, this was the divider i used for my previous blog intro and this was who i credited then soooo ye, if i made a mistake, do let me know)

[inkwell-and-dagger]

Confusion, fear. The darkness of a car boot, a blanket of void, or the pressure of a cloth against a mouth, body flush against another as the former's eyes close, consciousness giving way to blissful slumber.

Eyes opening to an agonizing headache, rope bound around their wrists and ankles. The cold floor of the basement, cobwebs in each corner. Darkness in said corners, save for a flicking fluorescent light hanging like a man on a noose above.

The silhouette at the now open doorway, having no time to spare as pain and screams erupted. Walls coated with a vibrant shade of agony, an unconscious battered body on the floor, fading away as the door slid shut.

Consciousness. Pain, in every inch of one's body. Loneliness, silence that pierced through the air like a blade cutting into flesh. A shudder, realizing what situation this now is.

The seasons change. Years pass; or, what feels like years. The walls remain with dried and cracking blood on its surface. An array of weapons, metal blades glimmering in the single light. Slowly accumulating scars, healing over at record speed. A leg, lost to time, taken by one so familiar yet always a stranger. Few times compassion is shown, but what precious moment each one of them is. When rotting away in a cell, with nobody knowing where you are, every nice moment is savoured.

Then, a change. A burst of hope. No footsteps heard above the basement, a house in silence. The creaking of floorboards as bare feet stepped against it. Pale skin basking against sun rays barely blocked by thin grey clouds for the first time in years. Finally, a change.

Aching legs that ran for miles and miles, a cloudy mind and a dishevelled body. Alleyways and corner shops, shoplifted items held between trembling digits. Barely surviving, but surviving nonetheless.

Shuddering breaths billow out in the midst of winter, a trembling figure hiding in shadow. A helping hand in front of a hazy gaze, mindlessly accepting a concerned offer. The warmth of blankets on shaking limbs, a soft voice and soft hands and soft fabrics. The sun setting with a dog snoring soundly; a fleeting moment of peace, but a moment of peace to cherish.

Huddling in warm clothes, thankfully back on the streets after viewing the concerned strangers face reluctantly watching him go. Then, voices. Eerily familiar. Two figures side by side; one, a tall man, the other a strong woman, both expressions laced with worry. A shaky hiss as they passed, and yet.. their faces contorted to a look of relief.

Carried to a car in the arms of the sister, making idle chatter as if nothing wrong had happened. Shoving thoughts, memories of the nights spent sobbing and bleeding, the times after being pulled out of death simply because of a rare "blessing", to the back of a mind. Everything would be okay now.

Being nursed back to health. Warm blankets and familiar faces, hugs and kisses and warm meals. Finally gaining some sort of humanity back that had been wrenched away. A new leg, one of shining metal; finally able to stand. Finally free. Finally okay. Well, hopefully.

[twin-skelletons]

Did Adrian attend college?

The only formal education Adrian received was through the ISSP Academy. His mentor, Detective Michael Ramírez, forged Adrian’s credentials so he could get around the background check. Adrian’s ability to quickly adapt to any situation in addition to being highly recommended by Michael put him on the fast track to becoming a detective.

During his time at the academy, Adrian found that he was well-suited to ISSP work. He was interested in topics like law, criminal psychology, and investigation procedures and even spent time outside of classes reading about them. Instructors were surprised by Adrian’s advanced weapons proficiency which they usually only saw from Titan veterans. Adrian explained that Michael had given him lessons from a young age, laying their curiosity to rest.

The one friend Adrian made at the academy was his partner, Detective Evelyn Bellamy, though ‘friend’ is a bit generous. Like many of their classmates, Evelyn quickly became tired of hearing their instructors sing Adrian’s praises. She was just relieved that he was aiming for the narcotics department so that their paths would never cross again. Unfortunately for her, their Captain had other ideas. Assigning them both to homicide, they were forced to find common ground. Let’s just say their partnership is a constant work in progress.

What animal best represents/symbolizes Adrian?

The animal that best represents Adrian is the coyote. Coyotes represent survival, adaptability, and tenacity, all traits that Adrian has honed from a young age. Being able to think on his feet has kept him alive for this long, but it has also caused him a fair deal of pain and suffering. With experience, especially in his role as a detective, Adrian has learned to wield this double-edged sword.

Coyotes have their destructive attributes as well, such as being stubborn, impulsive, and vengeful. Beneath his officer of the law façade, these attributes are at the core of everything Adrian does. While he truly believes he has let go of his past by finding his true calling, it’s his past that drives him to seek justice and eliminate targets. Adrian can’t confront this paradox because, deep down, he knows that it would destroy the very foundation of his identity.

Due to their howling during times of transition, such as dusk and dawn, coyotes are often associated with the concept of death and rebirth. With every death of every person he considered family, Adrian has emerged on the other side as someone completely new. It’s hard to say if it’s for better or worse.

How much does Adrian care for his appearance?

Adrian is all about practicality. One of the things he appreciates about being a detective is that he doesn’t have to think about what to wear. Because of that, he owns ten sets of the same white button-up, black tie, and black slacks. Whenever he gets an injury, usually from his extracurriculars, he patches himself up. He goes into the office the next day like nothing’s happened, causing many of his coworkers to worry and insist he visit a hospital.

Prior to working as a detective, Adrian wore whatever was comfortable. This mostly consisted of t-shirts, sweats, joggers, and baseball caps - all things he still wears when he’s off the clock. Michael was the first person to make Adrian more aware of how he presented himself. His mentor stressed how appearance was an indicator of professionalism and, if he wanted to be taken seriously as a detective, something he needed to follow through on consistently.

After Michael’s passing, Evelyn took on the role of pushing Adrian to expand his wardrobe. On their undercover cases and off-duty meetings, she always has a lot to say about his casual wear. Through her incessant pestering, Adrian has slowly started adding pieces to his collection just so he could make their conversations a little more bearable.

What quote best encapsulates Adrian?

“Show me a hero and I’ll write you a tragedy.” - F. Scott Fitzgerald

While there are countless ways to interpret this quote, two of them are the most relevant to Adrian. The first has to do with the past. Behind every hero, there is usually a tragic event that shapes the rest of their life. For Adrian, that was losing his family. Their murders are the catalyst for him becoming a detective.

The second is more of a warning for the future. Making sacrifices is an unavoidable fact of being a hero. Adrian’s merciless pursuit of justice comes at the cost of everything else in his life. While he believes he has a righteous goal, being willing to go to any lengths to achieve it – violent or otherwise - pushes him further and further away from heroism. The road to hell is paved with good intentions and sometimes you don’t know you’re on that road until it’s far too late.

A note from the author: All questions were shared on the @bebopcrew server.

[blazethecheeto]

Things Arrow Characters Absolutely Have Said

Oliver: Why is it so hard for you to believe me?!

New Team Arrow: ...

Oliver: Oh, right. The lying.

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Rory: You look mentally ill.

Oliver: I am. Let’s go.

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Oliver: You guys, explain right now.

Evelyn: It was Rene.

Rory: It was Rene.

Curtis: It was Rene.

Rene: ...fuck.

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Curtis: Come onn Evie do it for our friendship! You can't put a price on that.

Evelyn: Yes I can. Fifty dollars.

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Rory: The only thing I'm guilty of is being adorable... ...and also assault with a deadly weapon.

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Diggle: What happened here?

Curtis: It's kind of complicated but Rene-

Diggle: Got it. Forget I asked.

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Curtis: Let's play 20 questions!

Rory: Okay! What's your favorite colour-

Curtis, laser fucking focused: Triangle. Do you like men?

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Dinah: Go fuck yourself.

Black Siren, smugly: Sure, but only if you watch

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

What fairy tales would you place your OCs in?

Okay, since I have so many OC pairings, I'm just doing the ones that came to mind first. If you want further details or are curious about another pairing, feel free to send a follow up ask. Also, just assume these are all AUs and there would be changes to each of the stories.

Also, also, I have a very limited knowledge of fairy tales, so keep that in mind.

Jules x Gabriel: Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs

Sigyn x Loki: Beauty and the Beast

Cassandra x Strange: The Little Mermaid

Lucy x Eddie: Cinderella

Morpheus x Dawn x Hob: Gawain and the Green Knight (don't worry it ends it poly)

Evelyn x John: Sleeping Beauty

Juliana x Finn: Rapunzel

[k1ssoflove]

Self-Improvement

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Information After The Divider<3

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Meimonte

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Caroline Girvan

Lily Sabri

Pamela Reif

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Angela Kajo

MadFit

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Subliminals: ———————————————————

I want it I got it subliminals

Mairen

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Elixir subliminals

Moza morph

Kottie

Enchanted Workshop

Wonyangi

Baejin Cafe

[askgildaseniors]

Meet Wilson Ramirez and his rock, Saundra Marie. These two are the definition of a power couple, having gone from those scary “how will we pay rent?” days to Wilson becoming one of Hollywood's cool supporting acts. You’ve probably seen him killing it in TV shows like "Lucifer," "Agents of Shield," and "Mayans M.C." But let me tell you, the journey to the big screen was anything but easy.

We’ve all been there, right? The paycheck seems to disappear the moment it hits the bank. Wilson knows that all too well. Acting gigs weren't always in the picture – he did whatever job he could get, and rap music was his first taste of the limelight.

Wilson and Saundra’s love saga kicked off in ‘96. They made tunes with the Mary Jane Girls and the legendary Evelyn "Champagne" King. They tied the knot in 2000, and it's been them against the world since, fighting through some really tough times and even facing homelessness with California’s crazy rents.

They found their haven in Atlanta, swapping the West Coast for Southern charm and a fresh start. But life's got a funny way of throwing curveballs. Just as Wilson's star was rising in Hollywood, Suandra fell ill, and then the Pandemic hit – talk about bad timing.

Things got so tough their car became their temporary crib. They dreamed of owning a place in Greenberg, Atlanta, but life threw every financial hurdle their way. Bad credit scores, denied loans – the works.

But if you know Wilson and Saundra, you know giving up isn’t in their DNA. They tightened their belts, made some tough calls, and Wilson took a step back to reevaluate and grow. Positivity became their North Star.

So, if you’re up for a real, unfiltered, pull-no-punches story of bouncing back from the brink, you’re in the right place. Wilson and Saundra's journey is about facing the music and turning every setback into a killer comeback. Spoiler alert: It’s a rollercoaster, but who doesn’t love a wild ride to the top?

Stay tuned for Part 2 of Wilson's real-life behind-the-scenes narrative and more on Wilson's son's boxing career and dealing with high-functioning autism. We will update the description once it is available.

DISCLAIMER: The following program contains material, situations, and/or themes that may disturb some viewers. Viewer discretion is advised.

[hannahhook7744]

Descendants name headcanons;

Elle Athanasiou (daughter of Prince Eric and Ariel).

Arabella Athanasiou (niece of Prince Eric and Ariel).

Henry (de Vil) Crowley (the kid with white hair that may or may not be related to Carlos from Carlos' Scavenger hunt).

Hayden 'Hadie' Athanasiou.

Hyllus 'Herkie' Amphitryon Tiryn-Theban-Athanasiou of Argolis.

Benjamin 'Ben' Florian Léandre.

Maleficent Bertha Fae || turns to Malanie 'Mal' Bertha Fae-Athanasiou || when she is able to change her name.

Princess Geneviève ‘Evie’ Evelyn Grimhilde-Westergaard Of The Southern Isles.

Jakeem 'Jay' Al-Jazira.

Jadeana 'Jade' Al-Jazira.

Harrison 'Harry' Hook.

Chadwick 'Chad' Charming.

Audrea 'Audrey' Rose.

Uma Athanasiou.

Jehanne 'Jane' Fae.

Li 'Lonnie' Lan-Lei.

Li 'Li Shang Jr/Lil Shang' Shaiming.

Pino 'Pin' Liddell.

Allison 'Ally' Liddell.

Gillian 'Gil' LeGume.

Gaston 'Bronze' Legume III.

Gaston 'Junior' Legume Jr.

Frederique 'Freddie' Facilier.

Cecelia 'Cecelia' Facilier.

Rubina 'Ruby' Fitzherbert.

Samson 'Sammy' Smee.

Ginevra 'Ginny' Gothel.

Diego Ramirez-de Vil.

Richard 'Rick' Ratcliffe.

Skipper 'Squeaky' Smee.

Sterling 'Squirmy' Smee.

Claymore 'Clay' Clayton.

Madeleine 'Maddy' Mim.

Reza Vizer of Agrabah.

Harold 'Harry' Badun.

Jason 'Jace' Badun.

Yzla Sorcerer of Enchancia.

Zevon Sorcerer of Enchancia.

Yaz 'Lil Yaz' Sorcerer of Enchancia.

Tiger Poeny Rossí.

Hermione 'Hermie' Bing.

Blake 'Big Murph' Murphy.

Edmund 'Eddie' Balthazar.

Opal Facilier.

Douglas 'Doug' Bergmann.

Derek Bergmann.

Robert 'Bobby' Hood of Locksley.

Artorius 'Artie' Pendragon.

Drizella 'Dizzy' Tremaine-Westergaard of the Southern Isles ||.

Jedoun 'Jordan' Ayad.

Aziz Bint Aladdin Bin Cassim Al Hamed of Agrabah.

Sophie White.

Glauco White.

Daniel 'Danny' Darling-Cooper of Darling Coast.

Róisín 'Red' Hearts.

Zhu Yi-min (based on @queercendants ' naming post).

Arabella Athanasiou of Tirulia.

Melody Athanasiou of Tirulia.

More to be added if I can think of any more first and last names.

@cleverqueencommander thanks for the help coming up with Elle's new last name!

[fishy-moirails]

Ayo?

[tinyevelyn]

~ W E L C O M E F E L L O W H U M A N S ~

my name is Evelyn! you can call me anything really Eve, Evie or bald furry (a random nickname my friends call me, I'm not a furry tho, am i?)

SOME STUFF ABOUT ME ♡ my pronouns are he/she/they ♡ i'm bi (idk if I'm bisexual or biromantic, im just bi) ♡ im genderfluid ♡ i'm an ENFP-T 9w1 sx/so ♡ my birthday is on the 15/06 ♡ i'm a cat lover ♡ i have been official diagnosed with ADHD and trichotillomania ♡ i like doodling ♡ i selfship a little here and there

on this blog, i do a little self-shipping here and there and here's a list of my f/os: ♡ Camilo Madrigal - Encanto ♡ Jax - The Amazing Digital Circus ♡ Steve Harrington - Stranger Things ♡ Brooklynn - Camp Cretaceous/Chaos Theory?? (maybe?)

here are some of my OCs ♡ Emiko - ROTTMNT OC ♡ Evelina Ramirez - Encanto OC/self-insert ♡ Eve - The Amazing Digital Circus OC ♡ Andrea Hendersen - Stranger Things OC ♡ Sofea - Camp Cretaceous/Chaos Theory OC

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cat divider by @khaer

[inkwell-and-dagger]

Ring-Bound Notebook

Hey! Yeah, uh- you! Before you proceed, this written work may contain:

blood, torture, prolonged captivity, multiple whumpers, whumper-turned-whumpee, amputation, multiple failed escape attempts, immortal whumpee, potential re-living trauma??, impalement, phrase repetition, slight rescue / recovery whump at the end, suicidal ideation / thoughts

Vanté Ramirez, Vesker Faithern and Fletcher O'Harris belong to my wonderful mutual, @er0s-1s-whump1ng / @paranoia-exe!! go check him out!!!!

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Looking down at the bloodied notebook he'd resented for so long stuffed into his bedside table, Rayan sighed. He swore to never re-read the notebook, reluctant to live out the years of captivity he went through, but.. he just couldn't handle it.

Vigorously snatching the notebook up, he flopped down onto his bed, drawing his knees up to his chest and wrapping bandaged arms around them. He despised how the damned thing felt so right in his hands; it fit in his grasp perfectly, cold and familiar.

He'd never admit it, but it took him a while to even start the first page, let alone open the notebook itself. He just stared at the cover, at the stickers — worn down with time, scratched or even peeling and ripped— caked in dried blood. His dried blood.

But eventually, to his own dismay, his finger clasped tighter around the notebook, and with strangely baited breath he flicked open to the first page. It seemed as though a nice little trip down memory lane was in order.

Zayn never exactly had a purpose for a notebook. Ring bound with multiple stickers he'd collected during their childhood stuck onto the cover, he just didn't know what to do with it. The useless thing was just.. laying around; plus, he had a diary of his own now. Esrana told him to give it to "the thing in the basement". And her reasoning behind giving it to Rayan? It was because both of them were useless. Great.

"Hey. I've got this for you. Es told me to hand it to you since I don't need it. It'll keep you occupied!" Rayan distinctly remembered Zayn telling him that before setting the notebook down in front of him, his soft Welsh accent ringing pleasantly in his ears.

Alas, Zayn handed it to Rayan during one of their visits, along with two pens. One's ink was in black, the other was in blue, since the former didn't know which colour he preferred. Looking back, it seemed to Rayan that he preferred blue, and the black pen he must've used to doodle and scribble in the margin of each page or wherever else he could fit it.

They promised to give Rayan new pens whenever they ran out and, as usual, he stuck to it; not once did Rayan see even a hint of the ink on either of the pens running dry.

The first few pages were worn and torn, some having been ripped out entirely. The ones that weren't were filled with notes in Zayn's unusually neat script about god knows what — from his time in school to his mother and Esrana, from simple reminders to full paragraphs of rambles. Rayan didn't have the heart to judge them, even now.

A couple pages after, and it was the start of Rayan's own ramblings. Oh, how Rayan dreaded this moment.

He set the notebook down in his lap, evergreen eyes skimming over the pages.

Date: ?

Time: ?

I don't know how this is meant to benefit me. Sure, the notebook's nice and all, I like it. I don't know. There's not much I can write in here, since my captivity isn't very special. I guess I can just I think nevermind. I'll just ramble about fuck all.

I hate this place. I can hardly sleep because I keep hearing footsteps from the floor above this fucking basement. I don't know how many of them there are. I know about the guy with the bat, and the one who keeps staring at me and who I've never really seen blinking yet, and the girl who's Zayn's sister. That's all. I swear there's more of them, though.

I can't be sure. But, at least Zayn gives me food and also gave me a blanket and some pillows so I can sleep. Sure, the ground isn't comfortable, but I can somewhat lay on the pillows, which is good enough. Totally not as if my back hurts already and this is just making it worse. Totally not. Why am I even mad at Zayn?

I'm gonna try and sleep. Emphasis on try. Everything hurts.

"God's sake.." Rayan mumbled hoarsely, pinching the bridge of his nose. He had to admit, that one wasn't all bad. But, he knew worse was to come.

He flicked over to the next page.

Date: ? sometime in October (Zayn told me)

Time: ?

There's more of them. It's- this is ridiculous. Fucking Ezra???

I can't believe he'd side with them. Hell, I don't know what to say anymore. Fuck this shit.

I also keep getting hurt by the bat guy; their names Foster, apparently. I don't wanna explain what they did with that stupid fucking bat of theirs, other than they hit me somewhere on the back and it really hurts because they screwed fucking nails into the bat. I hate this.

I don't even know what I did wrong.

Rayan scoffed. "'I don't even know what I did wrong', my ass.."

His attention turned to the next page. A little more blood was splattered across the paper, and there were obvious signs he'd been crying when he wrote this.

Date: ?

Time: ?

Everything fucking hurts. More and more of them keep coming down and torturing me and hurting me and I'm just sick of this shit. I can't get even a moment of fucking peace anymore. What did I do?

He was surprised how short this one was. He couldn't remember why he had cut it so short in the first place.

The next page.

Date:

Time:

Oh my god. Oh my god. Fuck. He- Holy shit.

I can't even fucking what the fuck. It hurts so bad. Fuck. Okay. I need to calm down.

Oh, no.

Rayan flicked to the next page with shaking hands.

Date:

Time:

Writing this whilst Zayn bandages me up. I'm so tired. So much has been going on.

Madir, he. He cut off my fucking leg. I had tried to escape by attacking Foster and getting out of the basement, and I was so fucking close when Madir got me (Madir's the one who keeps staring. I don't know what his problem is). Then.. I don't even wanna remember.

The torture's been getting worse. Esrana threw me out a window at one point. They've also found out that, despite me being immortal, I can somewhat die if they slit my throat. They keep doing it, and from what I understand they play some sort of game where they compete and the winner is the person who keeps me "dead" for the longest. So far, I think Ezra has.

I should've never started killing people. I've already served my time in prison, and now this? I don't deserve this I think I deserve it, though.

Next page, and this time Rayan had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from tearing up.

Date:

Time:

There's so much blood. The floor is stained with it, my restraints are stained with it, Hell, even my bed. Thankfully, Zayn let me out of the restraints so I can write.

I swear, this is the only thing I can rely on to not lose my fucking mind. The smell of blood and.. other stuff is intoxicating, I hate it. I hate this. I hate Esrana, and Foster, and Zayn, and Madir, and Ezra, and Fletcher— God, fucking Fletcher! We were friends! And now he just watches me waste away here?!

I've felt too sick to eat and sleep. I don't care anymore. I doubt people even remember me. I hope Maddie's okay. And Vee. And.. I don't know. Who do I have?

I'm gonna try and escape. I can't walk, given my leg from the thigh down is missing, but.. whatever. I'll manage.

Next page. This one seemed more recent.

Date:

Time:

It didn't work as well as the other times. There's a fucking- I don't what it is, but it's stuck in my other leg and practically keeping me impaled and pinned onto the floor. It hurts so bad.

I've given up trying to fight by now. I just want to make it stop. I wish I could die. I wish I never existed. I wish I never began killing people. I wish I could kill myself.

I deserve this.

Rayan's spare hand ran over his prosthetic leg, sighing. He never realized how much he himself had suffered. It all felt unreal. It's why he thought about it as if it were just a story, or a silly nightmare. Everything was silly at this point.

He flicked past the other pages, skimming through them, until one near the end of the notebook caught his eyes. Reading cautiously, he placed his chin on his hand and couldn't help but notice his handwriting was more neat. And no blood was splattered on the page.

Date: 26/10

Time: 3:26 PM

It's my birthday! I forgot how old I am. I'm in the hospital right now, I think. It's a long story, but I'm alone right now, save for Maddie sleeping and Vee idly talking to me. I've got plenty of time.

The Survivors got arrested. I escaped from the police - they scare me, okay? I thought they were gonna hurt me - and went to god-knows-where. I stayed homeless for a time, occasionally couch surfing or staying at a new friend's house. She's called Evelyn. She's nice.

Anyway. Maddie and Vee eventually found me, and took me home and then (after seeing how shitty I looked) took me to the hospital instead. It's been a funny couple of days, especially with me learning that these doctors don't want to hurt me and that the things being put into my body won't harm me, but.. at least I'm free. They're gonna get me a prosthetic soon.

I get to see Vesk again. I get to see Theo. And Maddie's fiance, Vivian. Maddie's reluctant to invite me to the wedding, since she knows I need time to recover, but I can tell she really does want to.

Something feels wrong, though. That I don't deserve to rest. I keep imagining restraints around me. I keep hearing them laugh. I keep.. nevermind. It's fine, though.

I don't think I'm gonna be sharing what's in this notebook. It's better to keep it a secret. I don't want people worrying about me more than they already are. Especially Maddie.

Maddie's waking up, I think. I'm home now. I think. I'm gonna be okay now. I think. I don't know. I hope so.

Rayan suddenly glanced up as he heard his bedroom door creak open, squinting up at Vanté. He was a mere silhouette against the absurdly bright hallway light. The notebook slammed shut.

"Hi, Vee." They both grinned.

"Hey," The demon responded, his deep voice rumbling pleasantly in Rayan's ears. "Mum's called you down three times, cause we're going out for dinner today. She said you can bring Tadhg if you want to, too. You coming?"

He chuckled, getting up with a soft groan and setting his notebook down, grabbing a jacket as he spoke. "Yeah, yeah, I'll be down in a sec. Is this—" he gestured to his outfit— "too flashy?"

"Of course not," Vanté waved off his question with a smile. "It's perfect."

"Oh, hush."

Both of them couldn't help but laugh. Vanté's diamond eyes glanced downwards, noticing the notebook. "What's that?"

"Huh-? Oh, that?" Rayan chuckled nervously, quickly shoving the book under his pillow. "Just a uh- a thing."

The demon didn't respond directly, but gave him a knowing smile. Rayan had an inkling the demon had experienced something similar to what he himself was feeling.

Before the silence could get more uncomfortable than it already was, the demon grabbed the immortal's hand and dragged him out of the room, earning a surprised laugh from the latter. "Come on, lazy ass. Don't bother getting platforms, it's a long walk.

"Awwhh, we're not driving there?"

"It's not that bad, kid."

"Hey- I'm not a kid!"

"You are to me!"

They both laughed. Maybe life wasn't that bad after all.

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[twin-skelletons]

The first thing he always did when he got back was run the washing machine. Adrian learned a long time ago that once the blood dried, there was no saving his clothes.

He wouldn’t have bothered washing them before. It was much easier to have them torched and then buy a new set. But then his clothes budget started eating into his food budget. It was only then that Adrian decided to invest in hydrogen peroxide and bleach.

There was never anyone in the laundry room at three o’clock in the morning. Not that it mattered anyway. When Evelyn found out he’d been living in an apartment in at the edge of Alba City, she made a face.

“Be careful out there. You might get jumped…or worse.”

His partner and the rest of the city seemed to have a certain perception of the area, a certain perception that couldn’t be further from the truth. People were barely willing to make eye contact with each other, let alone attempt to jump anyone. If one of Adrian’s neighbors walked in on him scrubbing the bloodstains out of his clothes, they’d probably just apologize before turning around and pretending they didn’t see anything. That’s how much they wanted to mind their own business.

The washer beeped. He took out his collared shirt, inspecting it for stains. Once he saw that it was spotless, he moved the load into the dryer with a satisfied smile.

It’d been a particularly long day. They started the morning with a forty-mile drive out to an abandoned car on the side of the highway. It wasn’t until they opened the trunk that they understood why homicide had been called.

“What kind of monster does this?” Evelyn asked, taking in the sight of the victim splayed out across the blood-matted rug. It was clear he’d been dumped there without any considerations for respect or decency.

“Syndicate.”

“How do you know?”

The slit throat had tipped him off. It was sloppy, so it was probably some grunt that lacked experience, but it did the job. Adrian kept that part to himself. Instead, he pulled on his gloves and pointed at the subtle outline in the victim’s front pocket. It was a long, thin, cylindrical shape.

“Red Eye,” Evelyn said.

Sure enough, Adrian reached in and pulled out an empty vial. “Bag it. We’ll send it over for a chemical analysis once we get back.”

Evelyn grabbed an evidence bag and held it open for Adrian to drop the vial in. Once she sealed it, she brought it back to their cruiser.

Adrian caught a glimpse of something peeking out from underneath the rug. He pulled out a half-used matchbook. Even though it’d been crumpled and creased, Adrian recognized the logo: a tree with a snake wrapped around the trunk.

He glanced over his shoulder. Evelyn was still at the cruiser, securing the evidence in the trunk. The patrol officers who had taped off the surrounding area were chatting across the way. In one swift movement, Adrian tucked the matchbook into one of the inside pockets of his coat.

“Does he have anything else on him?” Evelyn asked when she came back. Adrian handed her the victim’s wallet. She flipped it open and pulled out his driver’s license. “Roy Marino. Lived in Alba City. Eighteen years old.” There was a pause as she examined the photo. He had a gentle smile and wide eyes. When she lowered the card, she saw those same wide eyes staring back at her, completely glazed over. “He was just a kid.”

The rest of the day followed protocol. They got the vial back to the lab before heading to the address on Roy’s ID. His mother answered the door with a smile. As soon as they introduced themselves, her smile faded. They never even made it into the living room. Adrian and Evelyn knelt beside her in the threshold of the door, taking turns offering their condolences as she sobbed into her hands.

“So Roy sneaks out sometime after midnight and dispatch gets the call about the car at six in the morning,” Evelyn recapped, cupping her coffee mug with both hands. “In between all that, he gets his hands on a vial of Red Eye. If we’re waiting on autopsy and lab results, then we should work on retracing his steps.”

They were at a diner halfway between the Marino’s residence and the office. It was supposed to be lunch, but one of the occupational hazards of being a detective was that you rarely had an appetite. Adrian sat across from his partner, taking a long drag from his cigarette. She subconsciously leaned away from him when he smoked, like the few-inch difference would somehow save her from the smell. That’d be great if the entire diner wasn’t filled with chain smokers and every piece of furniture hadn’t already been permeated with decades of smoke.

“What makes you think he ‘got his hands on’ Red Eye? For all we know, he could be a dealer. Syndicate, even.”

“He wasn’t.”

Adrian’s eyes narrowed. “Because…?”

“I just know. He was a good kid. No mother would cry like that if he wasn’t.”

One of Evelyn’s classic lines. ‘I just know’ this, ‘gut feeling’ that. Once she started sympathizing with someone, it was like she had on blinders. Adrian didn’t bother continuing his line of questioning. Agree to disagree. That’s how their partnership worked.

“What’s the plan?”

Evelyn waved her communicator. “The car just came back registered to a Darnell Sala. He reported it stolen a week ago. Seems like a decent place to start.”

At least it started out decent. Mr. Sala didn’t know anything beyond the fact that his car had been stolen from a gas station while he was inside using the bathroom. When they tried pulling security camera footage, they found that all the cameras were fake. The gas station owner claimed they ‘looked real enough’ to deter punks from trying anything. Apparently not.

The rest of the day was spent going up and down the street into local businesses to see if they could find any witnesses. When that didn’t surface anything useful, they started sifting through traffic camera footage. It wasn’t until Evelyn looked up from the screen to see the night sky out the window that they stopped.

“It’s already ten. I have to get my notes ready for court tomorrow,” she hissed as she scooped papers and files into her bag. “You’re going to be there, right?”

It was a rhetorical question. If Adrian had a choice, he’d be anywhere but there. Still, he nodded. “Yeah. Just gonna finish up here.”

With that, Evelyn excused herself. Adrian kept scrubbing through the footage in their empty office. Outside, the muffled footsteps of the night shift carried through the walls. The light from the hallway spilled in from the crack beneath the door. His eyes watched the screen for the black car. As the footage played at double speed, cars flew past, pedestrians moved at unnatural speeds, and the traffic lights flickered. Even while keeping track of all of that, Adrian’s mind was elsewhere. Specifically, it was on the matchbook inside his pocket.

He got up from his desk a little past one. It was about that time.

A neon sign of a snake wrapped around the trunk of a tree bathed the street below in reds and greens. It was a weekday, so it was a quieter night for The Garden. The club usually had a line wrapped around the corner and a team of valet drivers and bouncers crowded at the entrance. Tonight, it was empty.

Adrian took one more drag of his cigarette before tossing it and crossing the street. The single bouncer barely acknowledged his presence, giving him a slight side-eye before looking ahead again. The inside was tamer than what Adrian was used to. Usually, the music was so loud that it made the floor vibrate and poured out into the street. There was a live band tucked away into the corner playing something slow, romantic. The only couple in the place swayed on the dancefloor.

You didn’t need to be a detective to know exactly who Adrian was there for. One, there was probably a total of twelve people in there including the band and bartender. And two, the kid sitting in the worst-lit area of the club was practically swimming in sweat. Adrian could almost see the puddles collecting on the table as the kid splayed his hands against the marble. Keeping his back to the kid, Adrian took a seat at the bar and called the bartender over.

“I’ll take a Piña Colada.”

The bartender blinked, processing his order. “Excuse me?”

“No Piña Colada? I guess a Blue Hawaiian will do.”

“Uh, no, I can make you a Piña Colada.” The bartender looked him up and down, waiting for Adrian to spring the inevitable ‘just kidding’. When that didn’t happen, he bowed his head slightly. “I’ll be right back, sir.”

Adrian glanced at the kid from one of the mirrors that lined the back wall of the bar. When Adrian called him a kid, he meant it. He couldn’t be a day over twenty-one. More likely than not, he was sneaking around with a fake ID. Or he was a part of something bigger, something that couldn’t give two shits about the legal drinking age. Adrian didn’t have to wait long to get his answer.

At the same moment the bartender set his cocktail in front of him, three men came in through the door. Adrian didn’t have to turn around or glance at their reflection to know they were Syndicate. He knew from the way their presence sucked the air out of the room. He also knew it from how the other patrons looked away.

Turning a blind eye. That’s what this city did best.

The men didn’t waste any time with pleasantries. As soon as they got to the kid’s table, the shortest of the three spoke. “Did you take care of it?”

The kid nodded rapidly. Any faster and his head would’ve snapped right off his neck. “Of course! Of course!”

There was a long pause. Eventually, Adrian heard the sound of the booth creak as all three men took a seat. They scooted in, pinning the kid between them.

“Can I explain something to you?” The short guy again. His voice was raspy, like all he did was inhale cigarettes by the pack.

“Of cou–”

The short guy raised a hand, cutting him off. “Just listen. Here’s how it works: we give you Red Eye to deal to punkass kids who have nothing better to do with their lives, you collect their money, you give the money to us, and we let you keep a cut. Rinse and repeat. You follow me so far?”

Rapid nodding.

“Okay. Now, a question. Where, in that very simple process, does a kid stealing from your stash before you get a single woolong out of him fit in?”

“I’m sorry, Ace! I know I fucked up but I took care of it just like you showed me!”

Ace clicked his tongue. Motioning to one of his henchmen, there was a resounding bang as he slammed something on the table in front of the kid. Adrian could tell by the extended silence that the kid was taking whatever it was.

“Tell me what you’re looking at.”

“The outside of my apartment.”

“And?”

“Two kids running down the street.”

“Did you ‘take care’ of two kids?”

If the kid was half a second quicker, maybe he could’ve gotten away with it. That half a second made all the difference in the world. “Of cou–”

“Don’t you dare lie to me, Tommy!”

Adrian felt the rest of the patrons jump at the sudden roar. After a moment, they resumed whatever it was they were doing. Talking, swaying, playing music.

Quietly, Tommy spoke. “I’ll find the other one. It’ll never happen again, Ace. I promise.”

“I know it won’t.”

The henchmen to the right of Tommy grabbed his head, his two massive hands completely engulfing the kid’s skull. In an instant, he snapped his neck. This time, none of the patrons even flinched. The only response Adrian noticed was the way the bartender’s eyes slid shut as he took a breath. When he opened them again, all Adrian saw was exhaustion. He’d probably witnessed the same scene play out before him countless times. To him, it wasn’t a murder. Not even a crime. If anything, it was the same thing as locking your door before heading out or brushing your teeth before bed. Routine. 

Ace and his men continued their conversation, calling over to the bartender for a round of beers. Tommy’s body was slumped somewhere beneath the table already long forgotten. Once Adrian finished his drink, he stood up.

“Will that be all for tonight, sir?”

“Yeah.”

“Your total is a thousand woolongs.”

“You can put it on their tab.” He tilted his head in the direction of the Syndicate members. Again, the bartender waited for a ‘just kidding’. Again, it never came. “Tell them I’ll be waiting out back to thank them.”

A few expressions flashed across the bartender’s features. Unsurprisingly, the first was fear. Relaying the fact that Ace and his men had an extra charge on their bill was a guaranteed death sentence. And then he actually looked at them. Clinking their bottles together, shooting the breeze, laughing. Somewhere at their feet, a kid’s body lay in a crumpled pile. His gaze moved over to the other side of the club where the patrons remained in their own little worlds. Eventually, Adrian saw the expression he wanted to see.

“As you wish.”

There was still the chance that the bartender could chicken out. Adrian considered the possibility as he leaned against a brick wall a few alleys down from The Garden. It wouldn’t really change anything. The sun would rise, he’d present evidence in court, he and Evelyn would continue working Roy’s case until they were eventually led back to Tommy, and then it’d be over. Somewhere in there the sun would set, but that was one thing Adrian had a hard time keeping track of. Whether he took care of it tonight or not didn’t matter, and yet he found his palms itching.

“Ah, there you are.” Adrian turned toward the voice. Ace and his henchmen were standing near the entrance of the alleyway, still close enough to the streetlights to cast long shadows. “And where’s that ‘thank you’ I was promised?”

Adrian pushed himself off the wall. Their hands shot into their pockets in response to the sudden movement and only paused when Adrian showed that he was empty-handed.

“Thanks for treating. And sorry if I’m a little nervous. It’s not every day you meet Syndicate members in the flesh.”

Ace laughed at that. It was a strangled sound, like air leaking out of a balloon. “Why would you pull shit like that if you knew we were Syndicate?” They continued to close in on Adrian, backing him further down the alley. Even the streetlights couldn’t reach them now.

“Well, I can’t just ask for a vial of Red Eye in the middle of a club.”

A smirk stretched across Ace’s lips. “It’s bad manners to eavesdrop.”

So is snapping a kid’s neck in front of a bunch of strangers. Adrian had already pushed his luck enough tonight, so he held his tongue. Instead, he dug into one of his inside coat pockets and pulled out a stack of woolongs.

The sight of the money changed Ace’s tune in an instant. He cleared his throat before grabbing the stack. “I’ll overlook it just this once.” He thumbed through the bills until his fingers came to a sudden stop. “You’re short.”

Adrian’s hands shot up to his chest in surrender. “Nervous, remember? I’ve got it right here.” He reached back into his coat.

But he wasn’t reaching for money.

From his waistband, Adrian unsheathed one of his knives. He lunged forward, closing the distance between himself and the henchman in front of him. With one swing of his arm, Adrian plunged the knife into the side of the man’s neck.

It was always after the first kill that the world seemed to slow down. Adrian thought of it like dominos. One movement flowed seamlessly into the next. It was just a matter of aligning himself.

In his periphery, he saw Ace turn to run. The remaining henchman was reaching for his gun. Adrian inhaled as all the steps fell into place.

He yanked his knife free before pivoting, rushing directly at the other henchman. Fear glinted in the man’s wide eyes as he lifted his gun and tried to aim down his sights. But Adrian was faster. He snapped his right leg up, kicking the gun out of the man’s trembling fingers. Switching from a reverse grip to a forward, Adrian swung up, the blade piercing the bottom of the henchman’s jaw and up through his skull.

All that was left was Ace. He was still scrambling toward the street. Pulling his knife free, Adrian held it out in front of him, level with the center of Ace’s back. The weight was familiar. Comfortable. With the blade balanced on his fingers, he wound his arm back. And then he threw.

A satisfying thud followed as Ace fell to the ground.

Adrian took his time approaching. It was amusing to watch the man haul himself across the pavement. While he was small in comparison to his henchmen, he looked even smaller now. When Adrian got close, Ace froze.

“Please…” It came out more like a wheeze than a coherent word.

Adrian kneeled with one leg on either side of the man. He reached down to cover Ace’s mouth with one hand before yanking the knife out of his back with the other. The man’s screams were muffled by his leather gloves. Adrian squeezed as he pulled up on Ace’s jaw.

“This is what you showed Tommy, right?” Adrian leaned down, pressing the blade to Ace’s exposed throat. “I mean, of course you did. It’s classic Syndicate. I’m sure you teach all your recruits. It's just too bad most of them do a shitty job.”

Ace thrashed and kicked out his legs and pleaded. At least, Adrian assumed he was pleading.

“Let’s show them how it’s done.”

Navigation: ENTRY I

[sincerelywebsy]

my arrow favs 🫶

season

s5

season five ollie is so silly, him and felicity’s arc is so good 😭😭😭!!!! i rlly like the development of team arrow too, and his haircut is the best at this part🤗🤗 mayor ollie SOLOS.

ps seasons 4-6 he had the best arrow suit ong.

ship

i think olicity but i’m not super sure!

again, the s4-s6 arc makes me FERAL

the beginning of s4 when felicity wasn’t fully there when oli and her were living in ivy town☹️

when he was about to PROPOSE and they had to leave..💔💔💔

WHEN FELICITY BROKE IT OFF W OLI BC HE DIDNT TELL HE ABT WILLIAM BUT SAMANTHA HAD GIVEN HIM AN ULTIMATUM???

that pisses me off SO BAD u don’t even understand

aaannyway

i’ll say olicity but here’s my honorable mentions:

dig & lyla

roy & thea

i can’t remember any ships all of the sudden whoops

character

oliver ofc 🫶🫶🫶

idk how to explain it rlly but

he’s so me fr sometimes. it’s so cool to see his overall character development, and how he goes from being super defensive and isolating to being more open and okay w himself ??? oml i love this show

more honorable mentions (there’s a lot.)

rene ramirez

his & oliver’s friendship is just 🫶🫶 the end of s6 when they make up ☹️☹️

dinah drake

gf. need i say more

thea queen

her & oliver >> they’re dynamic is so good 🙏 she is so strong jesus

john constantine

he doesn’t appear much here but i’ve seen both Constantine & Legends of Tomorrow and i <3 him

tommy merlyn

pookie ! again, need i say more

ray palmer

i said there was a lot didn’t i. his romantic life is SO SAD oh my lord. he’s the silliest

maseo & tatsu yamashiro

sobbing uncontrollably, i cannot😭😭

sorry last one

laurel (e2)

it’s crazy how much they skipped over her ENTIRE UNIVERSE COLLAPSING????? everyone she had ever known was gone, and they barely covered it holy shit. i understand why oliver did what he did but JESUS

villain

adrian chase (ofc)

he was just generally the best villain. no beating him dude. best evil plan, holy shit he was good.

honorable mentions (in no particular order):

slade wilson

his arc w oliver??? god damn, plus his evil plan was pretty sick

damian darhk

i’m a lot of ppl will disagree w this but i liked him bc he was so silly abt murder. his lines were so good

“sorry i can’t hear you over your throat collapsing” HELLO??

floyd lawton/deadshot

bbg. that is all

team

s5-6🫶🫶🫶🫶

dinah is my beloved, i fuxking LOVE rene, rory, im ngl im not big on curtis 🧍 he’s ok 😭 evelyn was pretty chill, liked her betrayal.

i just love seasons 4-6 if u couldn’t tell

headcanon

sin is nonbinary. i prommy. quentin calling their haircut a boy haircut?? bro is a QUEER. the name sin?? screams trans. their style.. u can’t deny it

they’re nonbinary and no one can change my mind

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Hi, how are you?

I have a question for your OCs - what’s everyone’s favourite weather?

Okay, let's do this!

Juliet: That perfect balance of sunny, but still cool enough to wear a nice light jacket

Gabriel: Summer sun all day, every day

Sigyn: Bright clear spring mornings

Cassandra: Loves a good fog and wrapping up in a warm coat

Ellie: Literally any weather where she can comfortably wear a sweatshirt; anything is better than sweating

Damien: Cool, clear nights; Hell is hot enough, it's a nice change of pace

Yaz: Over cast days while wrapped in a nice warm scarf

Jayna: The hotter the better, she wants to be sweating

Zena: Anything that's dry, if she's even remotely humid she will die

Sera: Warm, but not too warm; sundress weather that doesn't leave you sweating

Lana: Genuinely isn't picky so long as she isn't freezing to death or dying of heat stroke she'll take whatever weather comes

Liz: Loves a sunny day

Lucy: Usually is all about that summer sun, but there is something to be said about curling up when it's raining outside under a warm blanket

Evelyn: Give her a good spring rain storm any day of the week

Elenna: Cold, as cold as you can get, snow is everything

Marya: Cool autumn morning where the dew is still frozen on the leaves waiting for the sun to melt them away

Isabelle: Drizzly day curled up with a nice cup of tea

Peter: Overcast sky, but still with the sun peaking out from behind the clouds

Bonus:

Dawn: Any day she can see the sun is a good day for her

[celadons-penultimate]

Say what you will about Arrowverse/The CWverse, but they have introduced a number of OC characters (and reimaginings of comic characters) that I'd like to see make the transition from live-action to a consistent presence in comics continuity. 😎

John Diggle

Sara Lance

Black Siren (AU Laurel Lance)

Wild Dog (Rene Ramirez)

Cisco Ramon's nerdy tech wiz persona

Painkiller (Khalil Payne, but instead of using poisons, give him the sensory dulling metahuman powers of the original PK from that 90s Black Lightning comic)

Dr. Evelyn Rhyme

Ryan Wilder (she technically appeared in the comics first, iirc, but the Batwoman TV show did way more w/ her than comics have)

Dreamer (OG post was before she started showing up, but I stand by her getting more & more appearances)

AV Felicity Smoak (when written well)

AV Lena Luthor

AV Damien Darhk

Kuasa

Firestorm (Jefferson "Jax" Jackson)

Zari Tarazi & Behrad Tarazi

Bonus: Not AV, but Gotham's Fish Mooney