#Zach and Archer

[human-centipuppy]

Howdy! Do you think you could draw the goober Eddie from Yokai Watch 👁👁

Him :3

hes so me

[kayden-valcourt]

Zachary Archer

Fuckass spawn of Satan that was rehomed and given the best possible outcome for such a scenario.

We love him despite this. He's a cutie patootie anyways.

[wiseabsol]

Angelic Shadows - Shiny Edition, Chapter 1: The Mission

@cosmermaid asked and now they will recieve!

ANGELIC SHADOWS: SHINY EDITION ___

CHAPTER 1: THE MISSION

"Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless Among the stars that have a different birth, And ever changing, like a Joyless eye That finds no object worth its constancy?"

- "To the Moon" by Percy Bysshe Shelley.

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Through the window of a ranger's cabin, a humanoid creature gazed out at the forest, his hand on the cold glass pane. Beneath the wind, the branches of the trees, thrusting heavenwards like bony arms, entangled their fingers together as they swayed. Above them dense clouds churned and snow pelted down, building into dunes. Upon occasion, the wind stirred up flurries of glittering dust. As he watched, the moon peeked between the clouds. For a moment the world was bathed in a ghostly glow…before, once again, the scene was plunged into darkness. Yet even in the shadows, the winter world was beautiful, with the clarity and fragility of faceted glass, needing only a glimmer of light to make it shine.

However, the beauty of this place was not limited to the wilderness outside. There was beauty inside the cabin as well.

Turning to face the fireplace, he looked at the blankets strewn a meter from it. The flickering light revealed a young woman sleeping beneath them, her black hair falling in a tangle over her shoulders. Her clothes were in a pile not far away, having been tossed there hastily earlier in the night. He'd helped her with that, one of his claws catching on a button and tearing it off, but she hadn't minded. Warmed by the memory, he walked back to her and sat beside her. Her arms were curled close to her chest, fingers cluttering the blanket around her shoulders. She'd kicked in her sleep, though, so her legs were exposed. He tucked her in, careful not to touch the soles of her feet. She was ticklish there, and while it was tempting to wake her up laughing, she needed to rest.

He brushed his fingertips across her cheek and paused as she stirred. Her eyelids flickered and she tensed, as if bracing for something…but then she relaxed and muttered, in a low, slurred voice, that he should go back to sleep. At this, the corners of his mouth tucked upwards in a rare smile. "I do not take orders from humans," he reminded her. "Especially ones who can barely string their words together."

She opened one eye to peer at him, the iris grey as moonlight. "Liar. I ordered you around plenty earlier."

"Did you? I thought that was begging," he teased. When she flipped him off in response, he chuckled, leaned down, and pressed a kiss to her temple. "We can debate this more when you're not half-asleep."

"I'll win," she insisted, cuddling deeper into her blanket. She was probably right. He didn't mind doing what she asked, especially in that context. Contentment warmed him as he remembered the evening they'd shared. It had been worth the struggle of the last few weeks; worth the pain of the last few years. He had his angel…his dear, dark angel….

But what would happen to them now? They might have escaped together and earned this night of peace, but the fight wasn't over. That man would never let it be over. As exhaustion at the thought rolled through him, he closed his eyes and attempted to push it away. They could deal with it in the morning. But despite his efforts, it continued to weigh him down, spoiling his happiness. But then again, when had the world ever allowed him, Mewtwo, to be happy for long?

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Giovanni Maki had never been someone who accepted defeat. Some even referred to him as a croconaw who, after biting down on something, never released it. This held true whenever someone did manage to best him. Sometimes the victor would go missing shortly afterwards. More often, they were made an example of, if only to make it clear who was stronger. Nothing could be gained from trying to fight him.

Tonight, that was what drove him to visit the Team Rocket dormitories. His right hand, Agent 009, code-named Domino, trailed behind him, wrinkling her nose at their surroundings. He could understand her disgust. He didn't come here if he could help it, despite it being where a majority of his underlings lived. In most cases, he would summon the one they were visiting to his office instead. However, for this mission, he thought it best to take a more personal approach.

They stopped at Unit 150 and Giovanni rapped his knuckles on the door. After a few moments, during which a shouting match a few doors down was all they heard, the door opened a few inches. Though the hallway was dimly lit, thanks to a few of the lamps being broken (what did he pay the housekeepers for, Giovanni wondered peevishly), the light was enough to reveal the occupant of the apartment: a young woman with tired eyes and greasy hair, who was bundled in a bathrobe. However, her eyes sharpened as she looked at them, and she didn't appear to care about them seeing her so unkempt. She instead opened the door further.

"May we come in?" Giovanni prompted, when she didn't move to let him in. He thought he had taught her better than that.

Agent 004, code-named Corvo, nodded. "Be careful where you step. It's messy."

As they stepped into the apartment and the door closed behind them, Giovanni saw what she meant. It was a small space, structured like the other single apartments in this complex. Across from the entrance was the kitchen: the refrigerator set into the far corner, bare of photographs; the crumb-strew counters extending on either side of the stove and the sink; the grease-spotted microwave and other appliances shoved into the other corner. There were dishes piled in the sink, with empty cans of pokémon food and takeout containers next to them. Beside the kitchen was the bathroom, with a hamper of dirty clothes overflowing by the door. To their left was a closed closet; to their right, a short wall divider with a flat-screen television on top. Beyond it was the woman's bed, the blankets and sheets twisted together. In the center of the space was a table cluttered with papers, used mugs, and wax from a melted candle. Finally, there were metallic glints on the carpet: blades, halfway polished and then set aside.

"Try not to slice your feet open," Corvo said, crossing barefoot to the bathroom, presumably to make herself presentable.

Giovanni and his right-hand agent, keeping a wary eye on where they stepped, reached the table and its empty chairs intact. As they sat down and waited for Corvo to join them, Domino attempted to relieve her building boredom and distaste for being here by counting the number of cracks in the paint of the walls and ceiling. As she followed one down to the bed, she startled at the red eyes glaring at her from beneath the blankets. A shiver crawled up her spine, but then the bathroom door swung open, and when she looked back, the eyes were gone.

Domino noted with irritation that her fellow agent hadn't bothered to dress in her uniform. The dark grey jeans and sweater she was wearing lacked the signature crimson R of their gang. Couldn't she put in more of an effort when their boss went out of his way to visit her? Everyone else had to show their allegiance to Team Rocket by dressing the part. Why did Corvo think she was an exception? Well, Domino knew why, but that didn't make it any less annoying.

Corvo went into the kitchen and started scooping coffee grounds into a filter. "Do you want coffee or something else, Domino?" Corvo asked her, knowing that Giovanni preferred coffee, but that Domino only drank the stuff when it was thoroughly drowned in milk and sugar.

"Do you have a soda? Or something harder?" Domino said, keeping her voice honey sweet, hoping to needle Corvo. She was more fun when Domino could crack that calm facade. Not that they spent much time together. Not by choice. But they'd known each other for years, and Domino knew how to get a rise out of her.

Giovanni abruptly looked very tired and rubbed the bridge of his nose, but didn't interrupt.

"You know I don't," the other agent said. "I might have a raspberry tea, though?" she added, gesturing to one of the cupboards.

"It's fall. Don't you mull cider each fall?" Domino asked. She didn't really care, but usually she could count on that when they worked together this time a year. It was some sort of tradition for the other agent. Probably something from her mother? It definitely wasn't something she got from Giovanni. The only drinks the man made were mixed. 

Corvo paused. "I haven't gotten around to it."

Domino glanced around the apartment again. Yeah, obviously, Corvo was letting things slide. Thank god her work ethic didn't suck as hard. "Forget it. Coffee's fine."

Corvo stared at the coffee maker and tapped her fingertips on the counter as the brew percolated. She poured three cups, heated the milk, and mixed in the amounts of sugar and milk they each liked - Giovanni taking his black, Domino's with more milk than coffee, and her own a reasonable tan color. Then, remembering something, she reached into a cupboard and tossed a package at Domino. It crinkled as Domino caught it: maple creme cookies. Well, at least she'd bothered to have the right kind of snack for the weather.

"Thanks," Domino said reluctantly, tearing it open and nibbling at the first cookie.

During this time, Giovanni firmly employed the virtue of patience - he excelled at patience - and waited for them to finish their exchange. There had been a time when he'd hoped the two would become friends, but that hope had died the first time he'd had them train together. The property damage had been considerable. It didn't help that Domino was jealous of Corvo and had, at one point, considered her a rival. It also didn't help that Corvo thought that was ridiculous and told her so. Domino hated when people didn't take her seriously (except her marks, who weren't supposed to). She'd worked hard to become Giovanni's right-hand, after all. Ultimately, the two women were similarly shaped, but incompatible gears, at least when they didn't have a mediator. Giovanni had tried and failed. Silver had been much better at it, but Silver wasn't here anymore. So Giovanni just had to wait this out. 

He took a sip of his coffee and was amused at the expression on Domino's face as she drank hers. Namely, that she didn't hate it. She drank it faster than she normally did, but she also glowered at the folder he'd set on the table, so he guessed she wanted the caffeine to get her through the next ordeal: discussing Corvo's mission.

Corvo looked at the folder with a neutral expression. She sat down and sipped her coffee, wishing it was mint tea instead. Given the thickness of that folder, she had hours of study ahead of her, though, so she might as well keep the pot on warm.

Setting her mug down, she said, "So who am I killing this time?" Please let it be a rival Team leader. She almost felt good whenever she killed one of them.

Domino nearly choked on her drink at Corvo's lack of tact. It was probably for the best that Corvo was rarely sent undercover. Her lack of subtly would get her caught in two days flat.

Their boss, however, wasn't perturbed. "Not who, but what," he said, pushing the folder to her.

She raised a dark eyebrow and opened the file. Giovanni watched to see if she would have a reaction to the photograph inside, but she only seemed mildly curious. "The creature I would like you to hunt is known as Mewtwo. Dr. Fuji created it for my use." He ignored Corvo's startled look at the name and added, bitterly, "However, it managed to escape from our control…twice."

A few years after the incident on Mount Quena, he'd found rumors about a mysterious feline, recounted by his agents on the Unovan coast, to be rather unsettling. His informants had described the creature as a bipedal cat with white-and-purple fur, which could sometimes be spotted soaring through Castelia City on moonlit nights. They'd guessed that it was psychic in element and - given that the trainers they'd sent after it had turned up later with holes in their memories - a high-level one at that. And since no studies turned up what it could be, they concluded that it must be an unidentified and likely rare pokémon, and so of interest to Giovanni. After he had received blurry, distant snapshots of the creature, he'd been inclined to agree. Especially because there seemed to be something so...familiar...about it. However, he'd initially hadn't pursued it further. There were more important projects to focus on. But it had festered in the back of his mind until, finally, he couldn't ignore it anymore.

Following a hunch, he'd asked his fellow Gym Leader, Sabrina, if she knew anyone who was skilled with unearthing buried memories. It had taken feeding her a sob story about Silver for her to loan him one of her people - she didn't trust him, but she'd also gotten sentimental after reconciling with her parents - but she had delivered. Her expert had found entire banks of memory that Mewtwo had hidden. Telepaths could not erase memories, after all. They could only suppress them with varying amounts of success, depending on the energy spent and the skill employed during the wipe. Afterwards, Giovanni had searched his archive and found the confidential files on the Mewtwo Project, verifying that what he'd remembered was true. He'd debated what to do next - clearly, the artificial Legendary wasn't to be trifled with - and decided that trying to capture Mewtwo again would be fruitless. But he also couldn't let it continue to make a fool of him.

Breaking him from his thoughts, Corvo said, "He."

Giovanni blinked. "Pardon?"

Corvo glanced up at him. "He. The medical and psychological reports say that Mewtwo is male. "

That shouldn't matter to her. "Perhaps," he said, "But it a pokémon, not a person, and an artificial one at that."

She tilted her head slightly. "He's not a robot. He's a living being."

"Not for much longer," Domino said crossly.

Corvo gave her colleague a slow nod. "But why do you want him dead? It took a fortune to make him. You'd be throwing that away."

Giovanni reminded himself that he'd wanted a left-hand who would ask question and not a mindless automaton. "Mewtwo is dangerous. It might be content to wander around another continent for now, but what if it decides to strike back at us? What if it allies itself with one of our enemies? Or they find a way to control it? It has the power to level cities. Better to deal with the threat now than regret it later," he explained.

"Or you might be provoking him by sending me," she argued.

Not in the way she was thinking. "I'm confident you will succeed where I could not," he said.

She did not look convinced. She glanced at Domino, who was enjoying the last cookie from the pack. "What about Domino? She has high-level dark pokémon and experience dealing with him. Wouldn't it be more practical to send her? Pokémon usually fall into her area of expertise." Corvo was sent to deal with humans. Guard pokémon were the most she dealt with in her line of work. 

Domino glared at her. Giovanni sighed. "Domino has turned this mission down. Given that she was one of Mewtwo's victims, I do not blame her. And as I said, I believe you have a better chance of success than anyone else."

Domino scowled, while Corvo continued to look skeptical. But she did have more combat training than the other members of the Team Rocket elite, so perhaps he was right.

"Will you accept, Agent Corvo?" Giovanni asked.

What did she have to lose, except her memories or her life? She choked down a laugh and said, "If that's what you need."

Giovanni gave her a satisfied smile. "Excellent." Then, seeing that Domino had finished her coffee, he said, "Domino, if you would wait outside for a few minutes? Corvo and I have a personal matter to discuss."

Domino gritted her teeth and said, "Sure thing, boss." She closed the door with more force than necessary as she left.

He would have to have a talk with her later. He understood that she didn't like or understand Corvo, and that she probably knew what this conversation would be about, as much as it was a family affair. But if she thought her temper was going to change anything, then she was overestimating her importance. That and it wasn't as if Corvo was going to challenge her for her job anytime soon. He'd tried to teach Corvo how to run the gang and navigate the politics between its factions. But managing people was not something she cared about, and the mystery surrounding her wasn't a replacement for charisma. At best she could spook the grunts into compliance, but intimidation only worked when you were seen as something more than human. And if anyone else saw the inside of her apartment, they wouldn't make that mistake.

"Should I hire a cleaner?" Giovanni asked.

She looked thrown. "What?" He gestured to the mess. "It's fine," she insisted.

"Archer will expect better from you," Giovanni said.

Her eyes hardened. "That would mean something if he hadn't ignored me for most of our lives."

He suppressed a wince. She wasn't wrong. Archer had looked at her and seen an orphaned ward, quiet and dull as a sparrow. That he'd changed his mind recently had nothing to do with who she was as a person. Still, perhaps that might change as they got to know each other. They were adults now. Surely they could put the past behind them? "He's noticing you now," he said.

"Only because Domino isn't an option," Corvo reminded him.

And wasn't that a surprise? Giovanni would have thought that Domino would jump at the opportunity to tie herself to his nephew, his heir apparent. Instead she'd laughed in Archer's face and told him she didn't need him to get what she wanted. And that she had more taste. He was pretty sure Archer would have arranged a car bomb for her, except that Domino had people spying on him, and would have found him out before he had the chance to set it. It was a shame, really. They would have made a fearsome couple.

"He told me over dinner that you've become a beautiful swan this last year," he said. "That he was a fool not to see it before."

Her laugh was harsh. "You're joking."

"You don't believe in true love?" he asked.

She gave him a deeply unimpressed look. "He wants me because he knows you favor me." That and Silver wouldn't let Domino hunt him down if Cassandra would be caught in the crossfire. "Even though I'd be shitty at your job."

"Only because you won't try," he said.

"Because I don't want it," she reminded him. "Domino wants it. She'd be good at it. Give it to her."

"She's not blood," Giovanni said tiredly. This was an old argument. "The family requires that."

"I'm not either," she pointed out. "I'm not your daughter."

That stung. "You are in the ways that matter," he said quietly. "Or does me taking you in when you were five not count?"

Her eyes went unnervingly blank at that, before her shoulders slumped. "I know. But you're the boss. Why not change the rules?"

If only it were that simple. Archer's faction might be smaller than Domino's, but it held more of the purse-strings. "What do you want, Cassandra?" he asked instead.

She stared at him, then said, quietly, "Maybe I just want to be done. With all of this."

Absolutely not. He hadn't spent years training her for her to throw it all away. "And who would replace you? We're going to be taking on the League soon. Do you think that will go smoothly without you?"

There was a flicker of disappointment on her face. She slumped in her seat and looked away from him. "You can kill people without me," she said.

"With ten times the agents, who would do your job half as well. At a certain point, it becomes a numbers game. And I'm not letting my personal assassin bow out because she's tired. We all need to pull our weight, Cassandra. You can rest after we take Kanto," he said.

Her eyes met his. "And that will make you happy?" she asked.

It would be a start. But perhaps she had a point. He had been working her hard lately. "How about this: you do this mission for me. And when you're back, you take Archer's offer. You take a well-earned break. Then he will take on more leadership duties." He would need a loyal officer to run Kanto when he expanded Team Rocket's reach, after all. "You protect him. Maybe he meets an unfortunate accident, maybe not. But that will take up most of your time. I'll only be able to send you on a few missions afterwards. The family will understand."

She looked tired, but she didn't immediately shut the idea down, either. "And what else will he expect from me?"

"Not much. He has his...companions. And a child by one of them. He shouldn't need you for that," Giovanni said.

"You're sure? I don't...." She grimaced. "I don't like people that way."

Oh, he knew. If only she and Silver had loved each other like that. Then all of this would be much easier. But Silver had a girlfriend he wouldn't talk about, and Cassandra.... "Perhaps you haven't met the right one?" he said.    

"Sir," she protested. She didn't sir him unless she was mad. Good. He'd rather have her angry than listless. 

"Do you think I want you to keep living like this?" he said, gesturing to their surroundings. She could have luxurious quarters like the other elite did, with personal cooks, cleaners, even escorts, if that was what she wanted. Why did she stay here when she could have so much more? She barely spent the money he gave her. He'd checked. "You're making your life harder than it has to be."

She stared at him. "I am?"

What was she implying? "You were never going to have a normal life, Cassandra. You know that. You were born into this organization, and you were born different. I know what I ask of you is hard. But I also know you can handle it." Just like her father had. "And you don't do yourself any favors by ignoring the perks of your position."

"You want me to party like there's no tomorrow?" she asked.

"It might do you some good. You're in your twenties. You should live a little wildly. Before you joints start to ache," he joked. 

She gave him a weak smile, before it wilted. "And all I have to do is marry a man I don't like?"

When she put it like that, it made him sound horrible. "I married someone I didn't love," he confided in her. "But we made it work. We even had some good times." He reached over and placed his hand on hers, and ignored how hers jumped under his. "It won't be so bad. He knows who you are and what you've done. He won't judge you for it. Do you imagine anyone who isn't us would say the same?" She belonged in Team Rocket. With him. "I want you as my family, Cassandra. Please say yes."

He watched her resistance finally crumble. "Fine," she whispered. He had obviously made up his mind. And the boss always got what he wanted in the end.

The smile he gave her was heartrendingly sincere. "Thank you," he said. "Archer and I will begin making the arrangements."

"You have fun with that," she said, standing and collecting the mugs.

"You would be surprised how enjoyable picking flower arrangements is. Any requests?" he asked.

Would yellow carnations be too on the nose? He probably knew the symbolism, though. "Whatever you think would be nice," she said.

Maybe she wouldn't have to worry about this. Mewtwo might kill her. What she'd read of his file so far showed that he was capable of it. And if he didn't and Archer tried something - she could handle him, couldn't she? It wasn't like she would be drinking anything. All she would need to do is threaten him if he got frisky, and then call up one of his favorites to entertain him. It would be simple. She would be able to make it work.

And afterwards, she would have a break. A nice, long, bloodless break.

"Your plane will leave at six hundred hours tomorrow. Your luggage will be sent ahead of you," Giovanni said as he went to the door.

Cassandra nodded and waited until her let himself out. Domino was going to be furious, but when wasn't she? Looking back at the folder on her table, Cassandra sighed and went to refill her mug. First she had to get through her mission: kill the psychic kangaroo-cat monster. She sat back down and began reading in earnest, starting with the clone's history.

Back when Team Rocket was under Madame Maki's leadership, her second-in-command, Miyamoto, was charged with finding the legendary phantom pokémon, mew. Believed to reside in the Andes Mountain Range, this pokémon was said to be the rarest and most powerful in the world. While Miyamoto regularly sent radio transmissions with updates on her progress, these transmissions eventually stopped. Investigators who looked into her disappearance eventually concluded that she died in an avalanche. The search was then postponed. However, after Madame Maki passed and Signore Giovanni Maki inherited Team Rocket, the search resumed. It uncovered an excellently preserved mew fossil: an eyelash with intact roots. Signore Maki then commissioned Dr. Fuji, Kanto's leading expert in the field of cloning, to recreate a mew from the remains.

Dr. Fuji accepted the commission under a condition: that Signore Maki would allow him to create other pokémon clones and one human clone as well, which would also have a portion of the fossil's DNA spliced in. Since mew was said to be immortal, Dr. Fuji argued that medical advances could be make through the additional experiments, and that the other pokémon might have increased combat potential. Signore Maki agreed, though soon learned that Dr. Fuji had ulterior motives. The human clone, he learned, would be derived from Amber Fuji, Dr. Fuji's deceased daughter. Despite this conflict of interest, Signore Maki allowed the program to continue. Since a mew had not been seen in centuries, and because Signore Maki wanted the clone to be stronger than the original, genetic modifications were made to the eventual embryo. Dr. Fuij and his colleagues named their creation Mewtwo.

As the clones grew, the researchers discovered evidence that Ambertwo and Mewtwo were communicating telepathically. The other clones, Bulbasaurtwo, Squirtletwo, and Charmandertwo, soon joined in. The researchers speculated this ability was due to their shared mew DNA, but unfortunately, they didn't have a chance to study the phenomenon for long. Four of the clones, including Ambertwo, experienced an unexpected and sudden collapse on a cellular level, disintegrating in their gestation tanks. Only Mewtwo survived. Its brainwaves grew erratic afterwards and its powers threatened to go out of control, and so Dr. Fuji and his team had no choice but to sedate it. Mewtwo's brainwaves normalized afterwards and it grew to adulthood without further complications.

However, its temperament proved to be violent. Footage found in the New Island Laboratory's black box showed it destroying the facility and its creators within minutes of it waking up. However, Signore Maki managed to pacify it and bring it to the mainland. In the year that followed, the clone fought in the Viridian City Gym under his command.

However, the clone lashed out again after a year, breaking free from the armor that was suppressing its power. It destroyed the facility housing it, which Signore Maki was visiting at the time. He was miraculously unharmed. After another year of searching, Signore Maki and his second-in-command, Domino, found the clone at Mount Quena, a nature preserve in Johto. Strangely, there were other clone pokémon accompanying it, though where they came from is a mystery. Giovanni Maki speculated that Mewtwo had made them itself, though this was never confirmed. Through the use of state-of-the-art capture drones, Mewtwo was apprehended and the other clones rounded up.

Unfortunately, due to the meddling of several trainers and wild pokémon, Mewtwo was released. It then moved itself, its companions, and the spring of Mount Quena to an unknown location. Similarly, Giovanni Maki, Domino, and the rest of our operatives were moved back to their staging base, with no memory of why they were there. It was later confirmed that Mewtwo had used its amnesia ability to wipe their memories of its existence. Fortunately, that was not enough to stop our leaders, Giovanni Maki and Domino, for long.

Well, clearly the two of them had fans. Must be nice. Cassandra wondered what the report was missing, though. There's been an entire year between Mewtwo running away and being found, and a few between the events at Mount Quena and now. That was a lot of time to get up to mischief, including somehow making other pokémon clones? That suggested that he was extremely intelligent and resourceful, even if this report suggested otherwise. And why had Mewtwo killed his creators, including Dr. Fuji? She hadn't been comfortable around the man - not when he'd been so curious about her own genetic code. One of her fondest memories of Giovanni was him putting his foot down and saying that it was none of Dr. Fuji's business, and that he would deny his grant from the League if he kept prying. It was the first time she'd felt safe with him. If she had to guess, Dr. Fuji had put his foot into his mouth again, except this time, he'd pissed off someone as powerful as a god. He probably had only himself to blame, as extreme as Mewtwo's reaction had been. 

And she couldn't feel too bad for Dr. Fuji. Not after what he'd been trying to do with Ai. That clone, Aitwo - it wouldn't have been her, even if she had lived. 

Was that why she hadn't been introduced to Mewtwo? Because Giovanni hadn't wanted to open old wounds? He usually made sure she knew all of the major players in Team Rocket, even if she never worked with them. Maybe Giovanni had thought it was too risky, considering that Mewtwo had murdered nine people within minutes of his birth. With a sigh, she sipped more of her coffee, which was rapidly cooling, and went over the other files. Good medical prognosis. Excellent combat abilities. Standoffish personality. An aversion to touch. Questionable breeding capability? She didn't envy whatever doctor had tried to figure that out.

As she continued her studies, an ebony-and-gold fox squirmed out of her blankets and padded over to her. When he leapt up and settled on her lap, she smiled and scratched behind his ears. He leaned into her touch, closing his ruby eyes and purring.

"Good evening, Shadow. It seems I have another mission," she said.

"Umbre," he rumbled, baring his fangs at the file.

"You shouldn't worry so much. I can handle whatever Giovanni throws at me." If she was too tired afterwards to clean her apartment, so what? Shadow didn't mind, and it wasn't like she ever brought anyone over. Domino stopping by to deliver the occasional letter from Silver didn't count. 

He opened his eyes just enough to glower at her. "Breon."

"Yeah, I know you don't like him. Or Domino. I think you scared her earlier."

Her umbreon's laughter sounded like stones being ground together. Cassandra stroked him down his spine. They'd been together since she was sixteen - an anonymous gift. She'd woken up one day to find a runt of an eevee outside her door, mewling for food. She hadn't gotten a pokémon when she was younger. She'd known Giovanni's hopes for her, which included a lot of travel and more danger, and it hadn't seemed fair to involve a pokémon in that. But it would also have been unfair to turn the little guy away on an empty stomach, and so she'd fed him, and then he'd curled up against her palm purring, and she hadn't had the heart to send him away afterwards. 

When she was done with the file, she carefully lifted Shadow from her lap and set him on the floor. He watched her dart around the room, packing up the blades and doing some hurried cleaning, knowing she might not be back for a week or more. Afterwards, she went to the closet and flung it open. Lining the shelves were more weapons, along with vials of various chemical concoctions, some to knock people unconscious, some to cause memory loss, and others with more lethal results. She didn't bother with those; getting that close wouldn't be wise. She would need the infrared - she would ask Giovanni to throw in whatever version they had that picked out clone physiology - and maybe a gun or two? What about a rifle? Sniping him from a distance was probably the safest play. While she determined what to bring, Shadow jumped onto the table, curious who her target was. 

Oh. This was. Not good.

He looked back at Cassandra, concerned. He should stop her. Nothing good would come from her trying to kill the shadow of mew. But how could he explain that to her? He could convey simple concepts to his human, not...everything that she was missing here. She didn't even seem worried. She kept packing her clothes with a soldier's efficiency. How was he supposed to protect her from this? Maybe he could get her to take him with? But when he mewled and pawed at her leg, and jumped into her suitcase to make his point clear, she lifted him out of it and said, "No, Shadow. As much as I'd like you with me, I'm not putting you in danger. Don't worry, I'll set your fountain and your feeder up before I go."

As if it was himself he was worried about! With a huff, he grumbled a prayer to the Legendaries, then went to check to that she wasn't forgetting anything important.

At dawn the next day, Cassandra drowsed as her flight took off. The sky was overcast and rainy, but despite the weather, a flock of pelipper escorted them to the edge of the ocean. She watched them wistfully, wondering what it would be like to only have breakfast to worry about.

"Miss, would you like something off the cart?" the flight attendant asked.

Cassandra, not feeling hungry, shook her head. Once the attendant moved on, though, she felt the seat behind her shudder. She twisted around and saw two grubby hands clutching the headrest. A child with messy black hair and blue eyes stared at her. His red-haired mother was asleep in the seat beside him. "Have you ever been on a plane before?" he whispered, not wanting to wake her.

His mother really should be paying more attention. Not her child, though, so not her problem. "Many times," she said. Though usually not ones quite this long. She usually worked in Kanto and Johto. Once she'd gone as far as Orre, but Unova was much farther away. It would be at least another ten hours before they reached land again. The jet leg was going to be awful, even if she did manage to sleep through the flight. And then she'd have to adopt a nocturnal schedule when she arrived. Mewtwo only came out at night. 

Tugging her from her thoughts, the child said, "Oh. I haven't. How long will it take?"

For a child like him, with nothing to do except play with his Gameboy and watch bad in-flight movies? "Forever," she said.

He made a face, then asked, "What are we supposed to do?"

"Sleep, if we can," Cassandra said, feeling a headache forming. She'd been up most of the night preparing.

"That's boring. We could talk instead?" he suggested. 

"I don't think your mom would like you talking with a stranger," she pointed out.

"But you seem nice," he protested. "And you have cool eyes."

He'd raised his voice loud enough to wake his mother. She spotted him standing on his seat, swore, and wrestled him back into it. "Don't bother the other passengers. I'm so sorry," she said quickly to Cassandra.

Cassandra couldn't help but smile. "That's alright. Apparently I have cool eyes."

The mother groaned and began to lecture at the boy, who looked sullen. Cassandra turned around and settled against her airline-issued pillow. Cute kid. Probably would be a charmer when he grew up. Her eyes were nothing special, though. Grey, even a grey as pale as hers, was a boring color.

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By dusk the next day, Cassandra was refreshed and ready to begin her search. Her luggage lay open on her hotel bed. She changed into her uniform, grateful for the crispness of the autumn night. It would make the padded black silk of her vest bearable. She added blades to the sheathes strapped to her arms, stuffed her lock-picking tools into her belt pouch, checked that the infrared camera was working, and made sure all of the rifle parts were accounted for in their case. It had been designed to resemble a viola case - a wink on Giovanni's part. As far as the Unovans would know, she was an overly bundled tourist who might try her hand at street music at any moment. She'd had a flashier uniform than this, once, but practically had won out after the first few missions. At least this would keep her warm. Whether it would be enough to blunt telekinetic force was another matter.

There was no time like the present to find out. It was time for her to kill Mewtwo.

[dustintrait]

[bidamonalbarn]

zach sang is dating a 21yo... okaayyy

[sash-au]

[In the future] Faith: Zach, honey? Why are the cats watching Wrestlemania? Zach: They need to learn how to protect us

[dixons-sunshine]

hii, i just saw a post with a few daryl headcanons, and one of them were about how attentive he would be his partner in general (like her mannerisms or habits), and i think he would really pay attention to some really specific things about her and everyone including reader would be like ¿¿¿¿¿, 😂so i was just thinking if maybe you could write something about that? i love your writtings!!

Observe | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Summary: Daryl Dixon is an extremely observant guy. He notices things that people normally wouldn't pick up on. That didn't change when the two of you got together. In fact, it increased by a tenfold.

Or, four different scenarios where the archer shows he knows more about you than you think.

Genre: Fluff, smut.

Era: Prison, season 4; Alexandria, pre Saviour arc.

Warnings: Swearing, oral (f receiving), mentions of unprotected p in v.

Word count: 1.8k.

A/n: I'm so close to being done with a young!Daryl fic, but my mind is struggling to work towards the ending, so I wrote this instead. By the way, I suck at writing smut, so I'm so sorry if it's bad. However, I hope you like this!

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“Zach, please, I beg of you, just shut up,” you laughed, settling back against the passenger seat of the car with your legs propped up on the dashboard.

The eighteen year old laughed at you, propping his head up against your seat. “Come on, one more.”

“Zach, don't,” you warned him, sending him a mocking glare.

Daryl watched the interaction in amusement. The run the three of you had gone on went relatively smoothly, and the teenager had taken it upon himself to celebrate the victory by reading jokes from a book he had found, albeit they were rather terrible. However, even he had to admit that the horribleness of the jokes made them rather funny, and Zach used that to his advantage.

“What did one toilet say to the other?” Zach asked, laughing at the joke from his book.

“Zach—” you started warningly, but Zach cut you off.

“You appear to be a bit flushed!” Zach finished, laughing loudly at the lame joke.

You let out an audible groan, rolling your eyes at him. However, Daryl could instantly tell that you did find the joke rather funny. The subtle changes in your facial expression gave it all away.

“That was terrible,” you told him with a shake of your head, folding your arms over your chest.

“You thought it was funny, though,” Zach pointed out, flipping to the next page in the book.

“Do you see me laughing?”

“Nah, but tha' ain't necessary,” Daryl piped in, talking for the first time since Zach had started his onslaught of terrible jokes. “Ya did find it funny. Yer nose slightly scrunches when ya think somethin' is amusin'. And yer eyes crinkle at the corners, too. Plus ya mouth slightly twitches up into a smile before disappearin'.”

The car got immensely silent after that. The only sound that could be heard was the rumble of the engine as the car descended back towards the prison. You were staring at Daryl in surprise, but he could see the way your mouth slightly twitched up into a small smile. It made Daryl's face heat up, and he ducked his head.

“Well,” Zach started, clearing his throat and shutting the book again. “Aren't you just an observant lover, Daryl?”

“Shut up, kid,” Daryl mumbled, his knuckles tightening around the steering wheel.

“No, it's cute! Who would've thought that a guy like you would pick up on something like that? You know, Beth—”

As Zach yammered on, Daryl's eyes drifted back to you. You were holding your knees up to your chest and resting your chin on them, but your head was turned towards him. You were staring at him with a lovesick smile, and he felt his heart start pounding against his ribcage. He wished that he could just reach out and hold one of your hands in his own. However, he wasn't big on public displays of affection, and Zach would tease him relentlessly if he did so in the teenager's presence, so he opted instead to send you a small smile.

Luckily, later that night when you were both on watch duty, he could hold you in his arms to his heart's content.

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“I'm telling you, that Spencer guy is such a fucking jerk,” you started, walking into your Alexandrian home with Daryl, Michonne and Rick hot om your tail.

Rick nodded in agreement. “Yeah. He is a real asshole. I don't know how the people here put up with him.”

Michonne practically flopped herself down on the couch, kicking off her boots that came clad with the constable uniform. “He's Deanna's son. He's practically royalty here. That means he's untouchable.”

Rick was eyeing the loveseat couch, ready to fall down and just relax, but Daryl's hand gripping his shoulder stopped him in his tracks. Rick sent the archer a confused look, but Daryl wasn't even watching the former sherrif—he was watching you. Rick followed his gaze and saw you sit on the couch, bringing your legs up to rest on the plush seat. You leaned your back against the back of the couch as you listened to Michonne talk about her day, adding your own comments every now and again.

“She's been doin' tha' everyday since we got here,” Daryl offered a quiet explanation when Rick sent him another look. “She rarely sits on any couch 'sides tha' one. Tha's her favourite spot.”

“Did she tell you that?” Rick asked, glancing in your direction.

“Nah,” Daryl replied, shaking his head. “I can see it on her face every time she has to sit on any other couch. She prefers the loveseat.”

Rick sent the archer a teasing smile, lightly patting him on the shoulder. “I didn't even notice that. I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you did, though. When you're not hunting or going on runs, you're watching her. It's really cute.”

Daryl scoffed and shrugged the man's hand from his shoulder. “I dun' always watch her. S'jus' somethin' I picked up on. Ain't gotta read into it or anythin'.”

“You don't need to be ashamed of admitting you know little things about the person you love, Daryl,” Rick assured him, giving him another light pat on the back. “Knowing things like that just shows that you care.”

Daryl looked back over at you again, your melodic laughter filling the air when Michonne said something funny. Daryl could feel his heart swell with love, and he couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corners of his lips.

Rick chuckled and nudged Daryl. “C'mon, you lovestruck fool. Let's relax.”

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Daryl walked back into the community, a slight skip in his step, something extremely uncommon for the otherwise serious archer. He had a string of rabbits over his shoulder, and he couldn't wait to skin them and make some stew with them for you. From all of the animals he's ever brought back from his hunts, he had noticed that you seemed to have a huge liking for rabbit. Today he had managed to find a few rabbits, and he intended to surprise you.

When he got to the porch of the house, he sat down in his usual spot and began the skinning process. His hands made quick work of skinning his kills, and in no time at all, he was done. When he was sure that he had cleaned up the blood to ensure that Carol didn't bite his head off again for messing up the porch, he made his way inside and into the kitchen.

However, Daryl stopped in his tracks when he saw you already in the kitchen.

Perking up when you saw your partner, you sent him a smile. “Hey, Dar! You're back.”

Daryl nodded. “Yeah, uh... Wasn't much to find out there 'cept, uh, rabbit.”

Daryl's lips twitched up into a small smile when he saw how you visibly perked up at the mere mention of something you enjoyed. He admired the way a smile lit up your face, your eyes crinkling slightly.

“Rabbit?”

“Yeah,” Daryl confirmed, holding up the skinned animal. “Wanted to surprise ya with some rabbit stew. S'why I came home earlier. But yer already home and stuff, so tha' kinda fell through the rug.”

You stepped forward and embraced the man in a hug, and Daryl returned it after a few moments, careful to keep the meat away from you. He felt the way you nuzzled your face against his chest, and he smiled.

“It doesn't matter. Thank you anyways,” you told him, withdrawing from the hug. “How about you bring that and we'll make some rabbit stew together?”

Daryl nodded. “Alrigh'. Sounds like a good plan to me.”

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“Daryl, oh my god!” Your moans filled the room, your back arching off the bed as you tightly gripped onto Daryl's hair.

Daryl hummed against your core as his tongue licked another stripe from your clit down to your entrance, matching the pace of his fingers that were thrusting into you. His mouth latched onto your clit and started sucking, successfully coaxing moans from you that were downright sinful. Your grip on his hair tightened as you practically shoved his head deeper against you.

After a few moments, your grip on his hair loosened. You instead opted to grip onto the sheets beneath you, your hands clenching into fists before unclenching again, the only sounds from you being garbled words that Daryl couldn't understand and high-pitched moans. Daryl smirked against your pussy, and started speeding up the pace.

Daryl knew those signs meant that you were close to unraveling. Whether he was eating you out like a starved man or he was stuffed deep inside of you, it didn't matter. You always did that when the coil in your stomach was close to snapping. It's something that didn't even register in your mind, the haze of pleasure evaporating any and all thoughts from your head.

Not too long after, you finally came undone. Daryl didn't ease up, licking up every drop that came gushing from your core. When he was done, he lifted his head, and you could see the way your slick was dripping from his face. You couldn't see the blues of his eyes anymore, his pupils blown wide with lust.

Daryl clambered upwards and caught your lips in a passionate kiss. You moaned at the taste of you in his mouth and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, your nails lightly digging into his skin. Daryl smirked against your lips, before pulling away and gazing into your eyes.

“Think ya can handle another one, sunshine?”

You didn't give him a verbal response, but Daryl didn't need one. The way you licked your lips and tightened your hold against him was enough. He leaned down for another quick kiss before quickly making work of removing his pants, not missing the way your eyes followed his hands as they freed his cock from his jeans. He also didn't miss the way you swallowed deeply.

“Dun' worry, peach,” Daryl voiced, finally removing his jeans and rejoining you on the bed again. “I know what ya need. I can see it.”

Yeah, it was safe to say that Daryl Dixon was the most observant guy ever.

[physalian]

List of “I need to calm the fuck down” music

(please reblog your own)

Most Trance Music if this list is intimidating- Usually not something you dance to, doesn’t have a lot of percussion and erratic noise. It’s supposed to entrance you.

This list spans the following genres: Pop, folk, grunge, cinematic, and rock.

Maybe I’ll make a Spotify playlist or something with all of them, idk. These are not in alphabetical order but I tried to keep multiple artist entries grouped.

I had the whole thing color-coded but Tumblr didn't like that so here's it in boring text (I still have the colored one if anyone wants it)

WITH LYRICS

Good for Me - Above & Beyond

On a Good Day - Above & Beyond

Blue Sky Action - Above & Beyond

The Hollywood Bowl Show - Above & Beyond

I Love You Always Forever - Donna Lewis

I Will Follow You Into the Dark - Death Cab for Cutie

Through the Eyes of a Child - AURORA

Retrograde - Pearl Jam

Run Boy Run - Woodkid

The Night We Met - Lord Huron

Would That I - Hozier

After All These Years- Journey

Let it All Go - Birdy

Holocene - Bon Iver

Home I/II - Dotan

Outro - M83

Flares - The Script

O - Coldplay

Fly On - Coldplay

Strawberry Swing - Coldplay

Midnight - Coldplay

Lovers in Japan (Acoustic) - Coldplay

Clocks - Coldplay

Every Teardrop is a Waterfall - Coldplay

Up & Up - Coldplay

Fix You - Coldplay

Oceans - Seafret

Dice - Finley Quaye

Medicine - Daughter

Wash Away - Joe Purdy

Upside Down - Jack Johnson

Heartbeats - Jose Gonzales

Teardrop - Massive Attack

I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For - U2

Where the Streets Have No Name - U2

Beyond the Sea - Bobby Darin

Life is a Highway - Rascal Flatts

Something I Need - OneRepublic

Dead in the Water - Ellie Goulding

Mr. Brightside - The Killers

Morning Elvis - Florence + The Machine

End of Love - Florence + The Machine

What the Water Gave Me - Florence + The Machine

Sky Full of Song - Florence + The Machine

Free - Florence + The Machine

Choreomania - Florence + The Machine

Walls - Kings of Leon

While My Guitar Gently Weeps - Tom Petty/Prince

Silver Spring - Fleetwood Mac

Big Love - Fleetwood Mac

Landslide - Fleetwood Mac

Everywhere - Fleetwood Mac

Don’t Look Back in Anger - Oasis

The Albatross - Taylor Swift

The Archer - Taylor Swift

You’re On Your Own Kid - Taylor Swift

Clean - Taylor Swift

On My Way - Phil Collins

Hoppipolla - Sigur Ros

I Shall Not Walk Alone - The Blind Boys of Alabama

Send Me On My Way - Rusted Root

Manic - Cloves

Dorian - Agnes Obel

Down to Earth - Peter Gabriel

Shine On You Crazy Diamond I-IV - Pink Floyd

On the Turning Away - Pink Floyd

High Hopes - Pink Floyd

Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd

Comfortably Numb - Pink Floyd

Take it Back - Pink Floyd

November Rain - Guns n’ Roses

Breathe Me - Sia

They’ll Soon Discover - The Shins

Just a Kid - Wilco

Evenstar - Howard Shore

Just Like Heaven - The Cure

Angela - The Lumineers

Scotland - The Lumineers

Nobody Knows - The Lumineers

Sleep on the Floor - The Lumineers

The Ink from Books - Sleeping at Last

Lightning Crashes - Live

Disarm - The Smashing Pumpkins

Glitter in the Air - P!nk

Silhouette - Aquilo

Water Under the Bridge - Adele

Golden Hour Album - Kygo

Stole the Show - Kygo

Wake Me Up - Avicii

Heaven - Avicii

Hope There’s Someone - Avicii

Fade Into You - Mazzy Star

WITHOUT LYRICS

Flow State (Continuous Mix) - Above & Beyond

Memory Gospel - Moby

Immanuel - Tony Anderson

Define Dancing - Thomas Newman

Haiku/Nemo Egg - Thomas Newman

American Beauty - Thomas Newman

Chasing Ice - J. Ralph

One Day - Hans Zimmer

Thunderbird/The Decision - Hans Zimmer

1917 - Thomas Newman

The Mighty Rio Grande - This Will Destroy You

The Minecraft OST - C418

The World of Goo OST - Kyle Gabler

Tessa - Imagine Dragons

Forbidden Friendship - John Powell

Experience - Ludovico Einaudi

The Aviators - Helen Jane Long

Once There Was A Hush Puppy - Benh Zeitlin

On the Nature of Daylight - Max Richter

The Beginning - Factor 8

End of An Era - Zach Hemsey

I Walk With Ghosts - Scott Buckley

The Chasing Coral OST - Dan Romer

The Luca OST - Dan Romer

Arrival to Earth - Steve Jablonsky

Tower of Joy - Ramin Djawadi

Light of the Seven - Ramin Djawadi

Into a Nighttime Sky - Jeremy Zuckerman

Greatest Change - Jeremy Zuckerman

Your Hand in Mine/Home - Explosions in the Sky

Ori, Lost in the Storm - Gareth Coker

Arrival of the Birds - Cinematic Orchestra

Fireflies - Mychael & Jeff Danna

Across the Stars - John Williams

The Soul OST - Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross

The Queen’s Gambit OST - Carlos Rafael Rivera

[charliedaltonreal]

dps characters as songs!

Todd Anderson • Milk - Sweet Trip(I can not explain.)

Knox Overstreet • Lilac Wine - Jeff Buckley(i mean cmon he would have over listened because of Chris)

Charlie Dalton • Bad Religion - Frank Ocean(unrequited love it’s a one man cult for him wanting knox)

Neil Perry • Pink Skies - Zach Bryan(I bet god heard him coming)

Richard Cameron • That Joke Isn’t Funny Anymore - The Smiths(my fav song. also I am such a Cameron apologist sorry!)

Steven Meeks • The Archer - Taylor Swift(oh brother they see right through him)

Gerard Pitts • I Know It’s Over - The Smiths(it takes strength to be gentle and kind!!)

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bye why was this actually so difficult. hope you guys like it though!

[lattedusks-mochadawns]

Wild Kratts Villain OC

(Info Below ⬇️)

Name: Josey Archer Jennifer Vivian Vixen

Occupation: Solo Theatre Performer - Specifically using animals

Age: 27

Height: 5’4

MBTI: ENFP

Sexuality: Lesbian

Birthday: March 13th

Pronouns: She/her

MTF

Constantly craving for attention, fame and praise, Vivian Vixen specialises in delivering all sorts of performances around the world, ranging from personal playwrights to daring, dangerous circus stunts with rings of fire. One thing all these performances have in common are kidnapped animals taken from their homes, unfortunate unpaid performers for Viv’s shows. Her acts are always extravagant and eccentric, aiming for bigger and flashier, no matter how ridiculous it is.

Unlike other villains, she will give her captives names, excitedly dressing them up in tight, ridiculous, personalised outfits and pep-talking them like their human, saying they’ll be a star. She does treat them as performers, assuming all creatures to have their own personality and placing her trust in them. Of course, the creatures couldn’t care less for this, they just wanna be free. Sometimes, Viv’s schemes are very ridiculous, such as kidnapping a sperm whale, budging it into her stupid little clown car. She usually isn’t afraid of the animals, rather facing them head on. However, sometimes Viv’s desperate need for attention goes too high, as she will sometimes make her animal performers battle for her shows (usually the bigger animals). Other than that, she does show a form of care for the animals she kidnaps, though she is still very in the wrong.

The way she battles the Kratts is always different each time, being creative, zany and sometimes downright ridiculous ways. In the first encounter, Viv’s battle method was encouraging her captive animal performers to attack the Kratts by pointing at the bros and shouting “Get them my darlings!”, really placing too much faith in her captives. It had no effect as the bros picked up the creatures straight from her side and walked away in awkward silence. But the next times after that, Viv has come with more creative ways, such as turning their encounters into dance battles where she uses her acrobatics against the bros or (surprisingly sneakily) making use of film techniques used in horror movies to play with the bros emotions.

One thing to note, she will not team up with the existing Wild Kratts villains: Zach, Donita, Gourmand or Paisley. She already comes off as eccentric to passerbyers, so the villains find her an especially obnoxious nuisance. Even if they decided to offer teaming up themselves, Vivian has no interest in joining them, she does things her own way and proclaims she is a solo performer. (She will however, occasionally team up with some other WK Villain OCs I have prepared for later). Also, she thinks Zach is pathetic, especially having a teasing rivalry with him.

Traits:

Eccentric

Charming

Creative + Passionate

Chaotic

Loud + Obnoxious

Stupidly determined and Brave

Dramatic

Athletic and acrobatic

Easily Excited + Annoyed

Impatient

Emotional

Not afraid to get her hands dirty

Fun Facts:

Good with technology and computers too, though tries to use as little as possible in her performances

Her favourite animal are foxes (obviously) and rabbits too. Hence why she changed her name.

In addition, she will take any chance she can to snatch a fox in the area she’s in to use for her performance. She loves obviously foxes for their cunning.

She usually moves around via her trust clown car. However, she will get the chance to stowaway on planes or boats overseas if she can.

She has a whole wardrobe of all sorts of animal themed outfit just for her shows and can sew

She does not have the best relationship with her family.

She has a very powerful singing voice and hold notes for a ridiculously long time

Not doing the best financially

You can see a lot of the Furina inspiration in her design

Vivian specialise a lot in poetry, playwriting and prop making.

Her signature colours are orange and blue

[sakuplumeria]

Moriarty the Patriot / Yuukoku no Moriarty Ask Game - Alternate Universe Edition

Choose a number for a character and an alphabet for a scenario, and put it in my ask box! I’ll answer the question. Feel free to reblog if you want to answer questions too :)

Pick a character:

1) William James Moriarty

2) Albert James Moriarty

3) Louis James Moriarty

4) Sebastian Moran

5) Fred Porlock

6) Zach Patterson

7) James Bonde

8) Jack Renfield

9) Von Herder

10) Moneypenny

11) Sherlock Holmes

12) John H. Watson

13) Miss Hudson

14) George Lestrade

15) Mycroft Holmes

16) Irene Adler

17) Henry Antrim (Billy the Kid)

18) Mary Watson

19) Wiggins

20) Adam Whiteley

21) Charles Augutus Milverton

22) Favorite character

23) Other character (mention in the ask)

Choose a scenario:

A) Lives in modern times. What kind of vehicles does the character ride?

B) Goes out to space. What does the character miss the most from earth?

C) Turns into an animal. What animal does the character turn into?

D) Has magical powers! What powers does the character have?

E) Creates a Tumblr account. What does the character like to post?

F) Is in the orchestra! What instruments does the character play?

G) Spends time in the theme park! What attractions does the character play?

H) Lives somewhere outside the UK. Which country/city/place does the character live in?

I) Bodyswaps with another character. With whom does the character swap with?

J) Signs up for an RPG. What is the character’s username?

K) Signs up for an RPG. The character can be a rogue, a warrior, a mage, a trickster, an archer, and a priest/healer. What class does the character choose?

L) Lives in modern times. What phone does the character use?

M) Has elemental powers (for example fire and water), Which element does the character control?

N) Is in a restaurant/bakery/coffee shop AU. What does the character do?

O) Is in a hospital/medical AU. What does the character do?

P) Goes to Hogwarts and is currently wearing the Sorting Hat! Which house does the character get?

Q) Is a serial killer in the modern world. What weapon does the character use?

R) Is suddenly the most famous person in the world. What is the character famous for?

S) Is forced to have a date for a prom. Who will the character ask to fake date?

T) Is in the Olympics sports AU. What sports does the character play?

U) Is a solo traveler. What things does the character always bring with him/her?

V) Lives in a parallel universe where London is peaceful and doesn't have social gaps. What does the character do in such a peaceful world?

W) Is born from a Greek god/goddess. Who are the character’s parents and does the character have any powers?

X) Is a mythological creature. What creature does the character live as?

Y) Is created as a droid. What does the character programmed to do?

Z) Is a YouTuber. What kind of videos does the character upload?

[eludin-realm]

Character Name Ideas (Male)

So I've been browsing through BehindTheName (great resource!) recently and have compiled several name lists. Here are some names, A-Z, that I like. NOTE: If you want to use any of these please verify sources, meanings etc, I just used BehindTheName to browse and find all of these. Under the cut:

A: Austin, Aiden, Adam, Alex, Angus, Anthony, Archie, Argo, Ari, Aric, Arno, Atlas, August, Aurelius, Alexei, Archer, Angelo, Adric, Acarius, Achilou, Alphard, Amelian, Archander B: Bodhi, Bastian, Baz, Beau, Beck, Buck, Basil, Benny, Bentley, Blake, Bowie, Brad, Brady, Brody, Brennan, Brent, Brett, Brycen C: Cab, Cal, Caden, Cáel, Caelan, Caleb, Cameron, Chase, Carlos, Cooper, Carter, Cas, Cash, Cassian, Castiel, Cedric, Cenric, Chance, Chandler, Chaz, Chad, Chester, Chet, Chip, Christian, Cillian, Claude, Cicero, Clint, Cody, Cory, Coy, Cole, Colt, Colton, Colin, Colorado, Colum, Conan, Conrad, Conway, Connor, Cornelius, Creed, Cyneric, Cynric, Cyrano, Cyril, Cyrus, Crestian, Ceric D: Dallas, Damien, Daniel, Darach, Dash, Dax, Dayton, Denver, Derek, Des, Desmond, Devin, Dewey, Dexter, Dietrich, Dion, Dmitri, Dominic, Dorian, Douglas, Draco, Drake, Drew, Dudley, Dustin, Dusty, Dylan, Danièu E: Eadric, Evan, Ethan, Easton, Eddie, Eddy, Einar, Eli, Eilas, Eiljah, Elliott, Elton, Emanuel, Emile, Emmett, Enzo, Erik, Evander, Everett, Ezio F: Faolán, Faron, Ferlin, Felix, Fenrir, Fergus, Finley, Finlay, Finn, Finnian, Finnegan, Flint, Flip, Flynn, Florian, Forrest, Fritz G: Gage, Gabe, Grady, Grant, Gray, Grayson, Gunnar, Gunther, Galahad H: Hale, Harley, Harper, Harvey, Harry, Huey, Hugh, Hunter, Huxley I: Ian, Ianto, Ike, Inigo, Isaac, Isaias, Ivan, Ísak J: Jack, Jacob, Jake, Jason, Jasper, Jax, Jay, Jensen, Jed, Jeremy, Jeremiah, Jesse, Jett, Jimmie, Jonas, Jonas, Jonathan, Jordan, Josh, Julien, Jovian, Jun, Justin, Joseph, Joni, K: Kaden, Kai, Kale, Kane, Kaz, Keane, Keaton, Keith, Kenji, Kenneth, Kent, Kevin, Kieran, Kip, Knox, Kris, Kristian, Kyle, Kay, Kristján, Kristófer L: Lamont, Lance, Landon, Lane, Lars, László, Laurent, Layton, Leander, Leif, Leo, Leonidas, Leopold, Levi, Lewis, Louie, Liam, Liberty, Lincoln, Linc, Linus, Lionel, Logan, Loki, Lucas, Lucian, Lucio, Lucky, Luke, Luther, Lyall, Lycus, Lykos, Lyle, Lyndon, Llewellyn, Landri, Laurian, Lionç M: Major, Manny, Manuel, Marcus, Mason, Matt, Matthew, Matthias, Maverick, Maxim, Memphis, Midas, Mikko, Miles, Mitch, Mordecai, Mordred, Morgan, Macari, Maïus, Maxenci, Micolau, Miro N: Nate, Nathan, Nathaniel, Niall, Nico, Niels, Nik, Noah, Nolan, Niilo, Nikander, Novak, O: Oakley, Octavian, Odin, Orlando, Orrick, Ǫrvar, Othello, Otis, Otto, Ovid, Owain, Owen, Øyvind, Ozzie, Ollie, Oliver, Onni P: Paisley, Palmer, Percival, Percy, Perry, Peyton, Phelan, Phineas, Phoenix, Piers, Pierce, Porter, Presley, Preston, Pacian Q: Quinn, Quincy, Quintin R: Ragnar, Raiden, Ren, Rain, Rainier, Ramos, Ramsey, Ransom, Raul, Ray, Roy, Reagan, Redd, Reese, Rhys, Rhett, Reginald, Remiel, Remy, Ridge, Ridley, Ripley, Rigby, Riggs, Riley, River, Robert, Rocky, Rokas, Roman, Ronan, Ronin, Romeo, Rory, Ross, Ruairí, Rufus, Rusty, Ryder, Ryker, Rylan, Riku, Roni S: Sammie, Sammy, Samuel, Samson, Sanford, Sawyer, Scout, Seán, Seth, Sebastian, Seymour, Shane, Shaun, Shawn, Sheldon, Shiloh, Shun, Sid, Sidney, Silas, Skip, Skipper, Skyler, Slade, Spencer, Spike, Stan, Stanford, Sterling, Stevie, Stijn, Suni, Sylvan, Sylvester T: Tab, Tad, Tanner, Tate, Tennessee, Tero, Terrance, Tevin, Thatcher, Tierno, Tino, Titus, Tobias, Tony, Torin, Trace, Trent, Trenton, Trev, Trevor, Trey, Troy, Tripp, Tristan, Tucker, Turner, Tyler, Ty, Teemu U: Ulric V: Valerius, Valor, Van, Vernon, Vespasian, Vic, Victor, Vico, Vince, Vinny, Vincent W: Wade, Walker, Wallis, Wally, Walt, Wardell, Warwick, Watson, Waylon, Wayne, Wes, Wesley, Weston, Whitley, Wilder, Wiley, William, Wolfe, Wolfgang, Woody, Wulfric, Wyatt, Wynn X: Xander, Xavier Z: Zachary, Zach, Zane, Zeb, Zebediah, Zed, Zeke, Zeph, Zaccai

[whitecreekvalley-if]

I might've fallen into a rabbit hole. For five hours.

But hey, I emerge dusty and scraped, clutching voice claims for my characters who will never even need them (unless in 20 years this is a full 3d game but lmao)

Anywho, here's some stuff. Just giving some idea, close enough, you know. <3

Mace: Timothy French

Alice: Hannah Hawkins

Judge: Zach Hoffman (Some bits are too deep but eh)

Sadie: Alpha Takahashi

BONUS ROUND!

Old man Gannon: Mike Regan

Archer: Beau Stephenson (Only the first 10 seconds!)

[dustintrait]

cillian built a rocket in his backyard...they like it

[i-like-books-and-women]

Ngl listening to the archer again because we were talking about it it is both so Zach and also insanely Ruben at the exact same time

[martuzzio]

Medieval 141 AU Ideas

This is a huge work in progress but here's the ideas I have for this so far! Feel free to send me an ask if you have any thoughts or ideas of your own :D

I made a tag for this AU so it's easier to follow everything

In general, there's some sort of war brewing (with who? No idea) because you can't have a Medieval knight AU without some sort of impending doom. Ghost and Soap start as enemies and eventually fall in love

Soap: Head Knight (aka Captain) of the King’s Guard, the youngest knight ever to hold the position. Dreamed of being a knight as a child. He lives in the castle with the rest of the Guard and hangs out with Roach and Gaz when he can, which is less and less now with the war approaching. His horse Brèagha ("Beautiful") absolutely gets way too many carrots and sugar cubes from him

Ghost: Infamous mercenary with a long list of kills. He was paid to assassinate Soap to cripple Price's operation and kickstart the war but Soap's charm wins him over instead. I don't know what his horse is named but it's either something endearing (like "Sweetheart") or incredibly stupid (like "Sir-Bites-A-Lot-Explosion-Murder"). Totally falls in love with Soap first but is too chicken to say anything about it so he just follows Soap and the other knights around like a lost puppy

Price: King of... whatever the kingdom is called (either England or a made up country). Always busy, always tired. Loves his crazy found family of knights and killers and academics. Adopted Gaz when he was a boy

Gaz: Price's adopted son and heir to the throne. Enjoys running drills with Soap and Roach more than sitting for his history lessons. Best friends with Roach because they pretty much grew up together

Laswell: An advisor in the King's Court, like a Prime Minister-level person who works alongside Price. Super well respected and loved by the people because she's awesome :D

Roach: Another knight in Price's Guard. Mute, communicates with sign language. Has been Gaz's personal knight (and best friend) since forever. Orphan vibes

König: A knight from another kingdom sent to Price as a sort of exchange/show of good will. Was an executioner in the past (sniper's hood -> executioner's hood) because he was tall/strong enough to physically subdue the prisoners. Carries around an axe instead of a sword

Alejandro: ??

Rudy: ??

Graves: Either a knight in Price's Guard or an advisor in his Court that betrays them for the enemy kingdom

Shepherd: King of the other kingdom they're at war with

Other knights: Nikolai, Yuri, Poet, Meat, Toad, Archer, Zach, Chemo, Merlin, Royce, Peasant, Worm, Scarecrow, Rook, Ozone