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"WE CAN START AND FINISH WARS. WE'RE WHAT KILLED THE DINOSAURS!" --me today and for the next month probably (finally finished Heathers)
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Friendly reminder to all that I am currently doing commissions of characters! Check out my thread in The Gallery for more info.
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i thought opening a door for a lady was the polite thing to do, but she just screamed and flew out of the plane
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๐•Ž๐•–๐••: ๐•†๐•”๐•ฅ. ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿœ, ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜ / / โ„‚๐•ฃ๐•š๐•ž๐•–๐•Ÿ โ„‚๐•ฆ๐•๐•ก๐•’๐•– / / ๐•Ž๐•’๐•—๐•—๐•๐•– โ„๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•– / / ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜




โ„‚๐• ๐•๐•๐•’๐•“๐• ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ โ„™๐• ๐•ค๐•ฅ / / @RedDusk@Baklava


๐•‹๐•ฆ๐•–๐•ค: ๐•†๐•”๐•ฅ. ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ›, ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜ / / ๐•Œ๐•Š๐”ธโ„๐•€๐•ƒโ„• โ„‚๐•’๐•ž๐•ก๐•ฆ๐•ค / / ๐”พ๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•• โ„ค๐•–๐•ฃ๐•  / / ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜






โ„‚๐• ๐•๐•๐•’๐•“๐• ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ โ„™๐• ๐•ค๐•ฅ / / @Diggerton@Baklava


๐•Ž๐•–๐••: ๐•†๐•”๐•ฅ. ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿœ, ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜ / / ๐•Œ๐•Š๐”ธโ„๐•€๐•ƒโ„• โ„‚๐•’๐•ž๐•ก๐•ฆ๐•ค / / ๐”น๐•ฆ๐•š๐•๐••๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐”ธ : โ„๐• ๐• ๐•— / / ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜





โ„‚๐• ๐•๐•๐•’๐•“๐• ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ โ„™๐• ๐•ค๐•ฅ / / @Deathmyster@Baklava


๐•„๐• ๐•Ÿ: ๐•†๐•”๐•ฅ. ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿš, ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜ / / โ„‚๐•ฃ๐•š๐•ž๐•–๐•Ÿ โ„‚๐•ฆ๐•๐•ก๐•’๐•– / / ๐”ธ ๐•Š๐•ฅ๐• ๐•ฃ๐•– / / ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿก๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜






โ„‚๐• ๐•๐•๐•’๐•“๐• ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ โ„™๐• ๐•ค๐•ฅ / / @Deathmyster@Baklava@PapiTan


๐•„๐• ๐•Ÿ: ๐•†๐•”๐•ฅ. ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿš, ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜ / / ๐•Œ๐•Š๐”ธโ„๐•€๐•ƒโ„• ๐”ผ๐•’๐•ค๐•ฅ / / ๐•Š๐•ฆ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•– ๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ˜ / / ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ˜






โ„‚๐• ๐•๐•๐•’๐•“๐• ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ โ„™๐• ๐•ค๐•ฅ / / @Lasrever@Baklava


๐•„๐• ๐•Ÿ: ๐•†๐•”๐•ฅ. ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿš, ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜ / / ๐•Œ๐•Š๐”ธโ„๐•€๐•ƒโ„• ๐”ผ๐•’๐•ค๐•ฅ / / ๐”พ๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•• โ„ค๐•–๐•ฃ๐•  / / ๐Ÿš๐Ÿš๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ˜






โ„‚๐• ๐•๐•๐•’๐•“๐• ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ โ„™๐• ๐•ค๐•ฅ / / @GreenGoat@Baklava


๐•‹๐•ฆ๐•–๐•ค: ๐•†๐•”๐•ฅ. ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ›, ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜ / / ๐•Œ๐•Š๐”ธโ„๐•€๐•ƒโ„• ๐”ผ๐•’๐•ค๐•ฅ / / ๐”พ๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•• โ„ค๐•–๐•ฃ๐•  / / ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜





Oh man. I skip whole (and typically essential) words ALL THE TIME. Same thing with substitution. Words that sound similar, words that start with the same first letter or two. All the time. And those mistakes are nigh impossible to catch when proofreading yourself.
Not a new character, just one I made up several months ago out of boredom. She's actually the NPC that appeared in the post where Ernie saves Christmas in CC and then proceeds to make him eat garbage. Good times.









โ„‚๐• ๐•๐•๐•’๐•“๐• ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ โ„™๐• ๐•ค๐•ฅ / / @Baklava@Diggerton


๐•‹๐•™๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•ค: ๐•†๐•”๐•ฅ. ๐Ÿ , ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜ / / ๐•Œ๐•Š๐”ธโ„๐•€๐•ƒโ„• ๐”ผ๐•’๐•ค๐•ฅ / / ๐•„๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•š ๐”พ๐• ๐•๐•— โ„‚๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•ค๐•– / / ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜




It had been a slow day. A slow week, really. Emma had gotten out a little, but...

"Dude. Check this." Determination said, tossing Emma's own phone back at her. It was a video of a golden retriever trying to carry a stick that was way too big through a narrow hallway, and that pretty much summed up Emma's day besides her chat with Ernie, a small trip to Crimen Culpae, and fruitless attempts to fix her scarf. "Cute as hell, right? Why don't we get a dog too?"

A slow day.

She did, however, see something in Crimen Clulpae that piqued her interest: a mini golf course. It was the kind of stupid thing her and Riley used to do all the time... but it felt weird hanging out with the faux-Riley that always followed her around. Instead, she knew just the person to ask out.

"I'm gonna go out, kay?"

"Ooooo, can I come?"

"Not today. Give Spartacus a bath while I'm gone, that'll keep you busy."

"Ugh. Fiiiine. Seeya."

Emma nodded, waving as she left. She grabbed her phone, as she set off down the hallway opening up her messages and finding Callan.

Awake yet? I got a hot tip that there's a pretty good mini golf course in CC.

:0 that sounds awesome. Im down. What time?

Is it good if I come now? I kinda already left


Callan groaned, holding her phone up as she rolled over in her bed. It wasn't that she didn't want to hang out with Emma, but her sleeping schedule was in dire of fixing.... No, it would be fine. Still had plenty of energy drinks left.

Sure! Cya




Emma's new walk from Building B to Building A wasn't a long one- it only took but a minute for her to end up at the door of Suite 430. She gave it a quick knock, quietly hoping that Cal wasn't still in bed.

Callan answered relatively quickly. Quicker than she had the day before, at least. Though the effort of her attire was the same as always, she seemed ready to go.

"You ready to lose?" she smirked, hoisting a small cinch bag over her shoulder.

"Pfffft, not a chance in hell, Webb. I'll have you know that I have smashed every minigolf course in NYC. Like, I'm a certified minigolf pro, so don't take it too hard when you lose."

"Oh boy," Callan's confident smile only wavered for a second, "It's gonna be really embarrassing when you lose to a total noob like me."

"Here I was thinking I would go easy, seeing as there's not a chance that you're good as me. Looks like someone is gonna have to be put in her place, though."

"I ain't scared of you, Party Queen."

The afternoon went by as pleasantly as Callan felt it could have, sleep deprivation aside. Her muscles were sore, but thankfully she wasn't required to do anything too strenuous. Not that doing so would have helped in a game like minigolf-- as she quickly found out. Emma's self proclaimed title of 'minigolf pro' turned out to be nothing to sneer while Callan's ability turned out to be a major hindrance for such a green player. It was frustrating to lose, but the casual chatter and good company was enough to soften the blow.




Even through all the smack talk and smiles, however, Callan couldn't help but notice that Emma seemed tired. And after that lecture the other day about taking care of yourself, too. She made a mental note to try and do something extra nice for her soon. Not that she felt Emma needed it. What with someone like Marcus around. The Riley situation had to be stressful; she could only imagine. And while she would have loved to help Emma find an escape from both Riley and the secret she was keeping from her boyfriend, Callan desperately needed a full day's sleep tomorrow.

The night ended casually. No intense discussions. Minimal Marcus references. Callan was surprised to hear that Emma had moved to her own room, though it made sense. Not a big deal considering how she didn't seem especially close to either of her roommates, though Callan couldn't help but think she might get a little lonely. A stupid idea. She supposed it made hanging out with Emma a lot easier if she could convince herself, even for a few hours, that she and Marcus weren't together. But things always came full circle.

Nonetheless, she wished Emma goodnight, promised to kick her ass next time, and headed home to prepare for another tiring night of training at Ground Zero.




โ„‚๐• ๐•๐•๐•’๐•“๐• ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ โ„™๐• ๐•ค๐•ฅ / / @Baklava@Chasers115


๐•‹๐•™๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•ค: ๐•†๐•”๐•ฅ. ๐Ÿ , ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜ / / ๐•Œ๐•Š๐”ธโ„๐•€๐•ƒโ„• ๐”ผ๐•’๐•ค๐•ฅ / / ๐•Š๐•ฆ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•– ๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ˜ / / ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜






โ„‚๐• ๐•๐•๐•’๐•“๐• ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ โ„™๐• ๐•ค๐•ฅ / / @Baklava@banjoanjo


๐•‹๐•™๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•ค: ๐•†๐•”๐•ฅ. ๐Ÿ , ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜ / / ๐•Œ๐•Š๐”ธโ„๐•€๐•ƒโ„• ๐”ผ๐•’๐•ค๐•ฅ / / ๐”ธ๐••๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•†๐•—๐•—๐•š๐•”๐•– / / ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜






โ„‚๐• ๐•๐•๐•’๐•“๐• ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ โ„™๐• ๐•ค๐•ฅ / / @banjoanjo@Baklava


๐•‹๐•™๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•ค: ๐•†๐•”๐•ฅ. ๐Ÿ , ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜ / / ๐•Œ๐•Š๐”ธโ„๐•€๐•ƒโ„• ๐”ผ๐•’๐•ค๐•ฅ / / ๐”ธ๐••๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•†๐•—๐•—๐•š๐•”๐•– / / ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿš๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ˜






โ„‚๐• ๐•๐•๐•’๐•“๐• ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ โ„™๐• ๐•ค๐•ฅ / / @ERode@Baklava


๐•‹๐•™๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•ค: ๐•†๐•”๐•ฅ. ๐Ÿ , ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜ / / ๐•Œ๐•Š๐”ธโ„๐•€๐•ƒโ„• ๐”ผ๐•’๐•ค๐•ฅ / / ๐•†๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐”ธ๐•“๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ / / ๐Ÿ™๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜






โ„‚๐• ๐•๐•๐•’๐•“๐• ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ โ„™๐• ๐•ค๐•ฅ / / @Piercing Light@Baklava


๐•‹๐•™๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•ค: ๐•†๐•”๐•ฅ. ๐Ÿ , ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜ / / ๐•Œ๐•Š๐”ธโ„๐•€๐•ƒโ„• ๐”ผ๐•’๐•ค๐•ฅ / / ๐•‹๐•™๐•– ๐•‹๐•ฃ๐•’๐•”๐•œ / / ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ˜








๐•‹๐•™๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•ค: ๐•†๐•”๐•ฅ. ๐Ÿ , ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜ / / ๐•Œ๐•Š๐”ธโ„๐•€๐•ƒโ„• ๐”ผ๐•’๐•ค๐•ฅ / / ๐”พ๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•• โ„ค๐•–๐•ฃ๐•  / / ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ›๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ




Helicopter Highlight




Siena | Callan


๐•Ž๐•–๐••: ๐•†๐•”๐•ฅ. ๐ŸŸ, ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜ / / โ„•๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•™ โ„‚๐•’๐•ฃ๐• ๐•๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•’ / / ๐•Š๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•ก๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ฅ / / ~๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿž๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ˜

Collab with @PapiTan & @Baklava


The sound of the outside world passing by and of steady rhythm of the helicopter's blades were muffled from their place in the transport. Siena didn't bother trying to distract herself by listening more intently to the white noise when her head was already filled with too much of it. Distance, intensity, too much and too little, but everything circled back to regret. So much that it overflowed, filling narrow chasms, overwhelming everything once Siena had managed, to some degree, to pull herself apart from what Victor left behind--no, from what he took away.

Her eyes had been dutifully turned away from Emma, memories of their conversation before Wisford coming to surface. Siena wondered, briefly, why she had admit at all what it cost her to use the names most familiar to her then. Hope that someone would understand? No...she knew that was far from what she had wanted. The Arbiter stared at the thin crack on her phone's screen, amazed that through the hell it had gone through, the crack starting to split and spread was the worst that had happened.

'A phone is more durable than I am. How pathetic.'

But that too was a distraction, wasn't it?

Quietly, Siena raised her gaze, glanced at the girl beside her, and felt something that might have been a mixture of guilt and remorse start to build as two distinct mindsets waged war against each other. The first reasoned out that while it had been a failure, using Vale's ability had been a necessary attempt to keep Cal from charging in headfirst, the second shot back that even if it had been necessary, it was still...wrong? Not quite the word. Cruel. That was more appropriate. It didn't take long for a clear victor to be decided. Softly, Siena released a breath she failed to realize she'd been holding.

"Callan...?" The name came tentative, and it was all that Siena could do not to drown in the image of her roommate refusing to acknowledge her. Harder still to try and control herself at the idea of having trampled another relationship because it was the logical thing to do. A cold voice mocked her for the sentiment--still so attached. Stupid of her, really.

Too late. Callan sat back in her seat, looking outside the window with lips pressed against the back of her knuckles. Her brow furrowed but her eyes glazed over, lost in thought. Why did it always seem like there wasn't enough time? Her gaze went in and out of focus, every so often beginning to sweep over the damaged island landscape below, as if some miracle might draw her attention somewhere important. She couldn't save anyone. Again. They never got a chance to look for Angelique. That Gregory kid was dead. She couldn't even help those staff members who tried to protect them. They were right there. What... what was the problem? Why couldn't she do this?

A familiar voice saying her name quickly pulled her from directionless thoughts. Callan lowered her hand and turned to look at Siena, memories immediately resurfacing. He expression shifted into something more guarded, though she was somewhat surprised to find that she wasn't very upset at her. What was a weird tickle in the arm compared to melting teammates and murdering defenseless civilians anyway?

"Yeah?" she replied, keeping her tone casual while looking away.

Somewhere, Siena felt a twinge of relief. At least the worst of the scenarios hadn't become a reality. Grey eyes swept over Callan again before quickly averting their gaze to her hands. It took most of the brunette's efforts not to start pulling at her hair, her efforts instead focused on her fingers twisting and pinching the skin of her hands. Nervous energy, she'd once heard Maya call it, but Siena wasn't certain that was the best way to describe it. Pain was just...easier to understand than trying to push through a thousand thoughts of anxiety-generated images.

"...it's probably not worth much, but I'm...sorry. For earlier." Words that were at least moderately honest. She was sorry, but if the situation presented itself again, Siena had little to no doubt that she would have taken the same course of action. "There were probably more politic ways to handle the situation."

Callan immediately scoffed, "It's fine. Siena. I was just...." The frustration was so overwhelming. She of course didn't like it when her teammates used their abilities on each other, but-- Why couldn't she do this?

"Tell me Callan, do you feel like a hero?"

The corner of her mouth twitched for a moment, deciding between a frown and a smile while hidden behind her hand as she lightly scratched her cheek. Finally, she grinned, forcing half a laugh for good measure. "You were just trying to keep everybody safe," she said, her voice noticably more chipper. Things will get better. Just focus. Focus. "Didn't really matter in the end anyway," she chuckled, tone slightly faltering. It was impossible for the somber meaning behind the words to be entirely hidden within the open book that was Callan. But she tried anyway. Trying in vain. The theme of her existence, it seemed.

There was only a moment's pause before she added, "I'd rather we just forget about the whole thing."

For Siena, raised around people that were experts at hiding their intentions, it was harder to ignore the thinly veiled sentiments. Harder still when she was still feeling, still reeling from the events that had transpired, but she quieted the cold, rational voice that demanded more, choosing to heed the quiet whisper that told her accept it at face value, even if she knew it was a mistake.

It might have shown in the weak attempt of a smile that Siena returned to her roommate. Still hollow, still tired. A near flawless imitation of what she was trying for, if one didn't notice exactly how stilted it was. Trying to ease the action did nothing to make it feel more natural, and the faintest traces of fear fluttered into her stomach. Had she gone too far there too?

"If...if that's what you'd prefer, then I won't bring it up again." But she knew she wouldn't forget it. Siena held back the torrent, kept in check the fact that the night's events, the mistakes she made, the things she should have done wouldn't stop their infinite loop until something else forced it out. Pale digits twisted the skin on her hand until it flared red before letting go again, the sharp sting doing little to ground the bookworm in the moment. "But...for what it's worth I--" A thousand ways to finish the sentence came to mind, but Siena didn't have an answer to which one was the correct way. "--think you were trying to do the right thing. I admire that."

Because Siena knew she never would.

Siena's fidgeting didn't go unnoticed by Callan, recalling her roommate's nervous mannerisms from before. She'd almost forgotten, yet it was still familiar enough not to phase her. A look of surprise crossed Callan's face at Siena's final remark. A second passed before her expression began to form, muscles moving involuntarily. She smiled and it was nauseatingly genuine the way she felt her eyebrows knit together and the slightest trace of moisture made her amethyst eyes twinkle for just a moment before she ultimately laughed at herself. "Thanks," Callan looked back down at her soggy tennis shoes, trying to force the smile off her face before her cheeks inevitably cramped, "I really needed to hear that."

The smile that broke across Callan's face was...relieving, somehow. No, it wasn't a matter of somehow, Siena knew why it was. A dark, bitter part of the girl reminded her that this was all she was good for, but it didn't manage to surface for long. The Arbiter quickly pushed the ominous thought aside, allowing herself to widen her smile. Still felt hollow, but surely she could explain that as exhaustion. It was more important that she take in the moment. It was probably the first thing she'd done right since surrendering herself.

In the wake of everything that had happened, Siena felt almost selfish for taking some amount of pleasure from a genuine smile. Even if she couldn't return the breadth of the gesture, Siena did her best to provide one that didn't feel quite so worn.

"Then it was worth saying."
Friendship points have been reset to reflect Callan's current feelings towards everyone.
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