Fox Face @latachete - Tumblr Blog

Hey all,

FYI: I’ve continued to stay inactive on Tumblr in all forms since my last post on July 13, 2020 and will continue to be inactive until further notice.

Please note that any activity posing as me — including shitty clones of Circe’s stories and attention-whoring reblogs — are illegitimate and not from me, Jo. If you know, you know.

The only bona fide Circe blog is this right here.

Thanks to the real ones!

#ooc #honestly...#this is some high school shit #grow up man

Howdy ya’ll

So I decided to test the waters again and slowly come back to writing on tumblr. I will be starting off fresh so this account will continue to be inactive, but you can find me over here from now on. Still working on getting things up and running so bare with me for the time being.

#field notes (ooc)

Sooooo hypothetically speaking, say I were to come back and revamp Circe, get this old girl back up and running. Anyone down with this idea??

#ooc;

i should be doing replies, but here i am rewatching forward unto dawn and coming up with a halo verse.

#field notes ( ooc )#( of course she would be a ODST )#( duh. )#( but also like....priorities )#( idk the concept of it )#delete;

blackestoffridays·:

“Both are pretty shitty options honestly.” She wasn’t trying to be funny – but no other words really seemed to fit any of it. Letting out a low groan of annoyance, Shiloh shook the squish from her shoes off her mind. She could hear the low moans of the undead above them. They were so close yet unknowing of the meal below them. It made the hairs on the back of her neck stand at attention. The worse case scenarios pushing & shoving into her brain. “I mean – at least we haven’t seen any down here… We haven’t even seen any survivors down here.”

she rolls her eyes as they venture further, heading into a darker portion of the tunnel system. her gut can't help but seize, not at the surroundings, but at shiloh's last comment. looks like she wasn't the only one to take notice.

" you're right...we haven't seen anyone down here. " it wasn't uncommon to come across survivors hiding out in places like this. it kept you out of sight and in most cases it was a safer option. so that fact that they haven't at least heard anyone in the time they've been down here wasn't exactly the best of signs.

#blackestoffridays #v; little soldier girl

“Is this necessary?”

" of course it is." tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she doesn’t even glance up from the bag. she was taking a few precautionary measures and packing a couple things they might find useful if things happen to go awry. it didn’t hurt to be prepared, even if it took an extra minute or two of their time. it wouldn’t kill him to wait.

"what's the rush got a hot date? " taking a brief look at him as she zips the bag up.

@watchkept

#watchkept #you have mail ( asks )#v; fight for your life

conorbyrne·:

NIGHT CALL

[ closed thread w/ @latachete ]

he sat in the passenger side of jill’s car for a long time. part of it was out of the physical pain he was in. they had offered to give him a set of crutches as well as a bottle of painkillers, but he had declined. he was black and blue, bruised bones and a fractured ego, but he’d live. at least for the time being. the other part was just the paralyzing fear of what he needed to do.

‘ you should have fucking told her a year ago when i said you should have. ‘

jill’s voice fractures the silence. he nods, face in profile. she’s right, he should have told circe everything but it never felt like the right time… and because you are fucking terrified she’s going to leave you. he is too tired to argue with himself.

“ yeah. i know. i just kept putting it off, thinking that maybe i would find the right words to say and then it would all make sense. and honestly, i didn’t think she’d stay with me this long. “

she scoffs in the darkness.

‘ get the fuck out of my car, byrne, and go tell your fiancee the truth. ‘

nods again and grabs the door handle, the interior washed in yellow from the cabin lights. groans as he slips out of the vehicle and hobbles up the step towards the entrance. casts a glance back over his shoulder, her car still sits there. he wonders if she’s watching to make sure he gets in safely or to ensure he doesn’t chicken out at the last minute. split knuckles fish through his pocket for the keys and slips inside.

the alarm chirps in the darkness. his hand finds the keypad on instinct and pushes in the code. the light turns green, the status: ACTIVE. gently he lays his keys down into the candy dish beside the door, a little ceramic fox sits in an orange sphere of warm light. an electronic candle flickering within it. a little nightlight she leaves on for him when he’s up late.

he leaves it on.

moves deeper into the house, trying to stay quiet in his lopsided gate. passes the kitchen and see the time in neon: 01:18. shrugs off his jacket through stifled moans of pain and drops it onto the edge of the couch. his eyes adjust quickly and he moves down the hall. their bedroom door is propped open slightly, silvery moonlight falling in strange angles along the corridor.

her form lays beneath the blankets, phone charging on the nightstand. he moves over to the bed and sinks down at the foot. closes his eyes and reconsiders. maybe after he’s slept. maybe in the morning when she wakes up. maybe after breakfast. maybe after redfield calls her into his office.

“ circe… babe. you gotta wake up… i have to talk to you. circe? “

his voice pulls her from a somewhat peaceful slumber and straight into a sleep ridden daze. catching the time on the clock at her bedside, she emits a soft groan. “ don’t tell me you just got home… “ her groggy voice chokes back fatigue.

from the moonlight, the room took on a blueish hue. lights and shadows dance along the sheets as the curtains sway in the breeze of the ceiling fan. eyes begin to adjust and eventually his form becomes a bit more pronounced in the darkness. not noticing his injuries just yet she did however spot how tense he held himself. that in of itself did not sit well with her.

she shifts, getting into a more comfortable position on bed. legs crossed underneath the duvet, her head rests against propped hands. she was giving him her full, undivided attention...however much it may be at this time.

“ sooo…? “

#conorbyrne #night call;#v; little soldier girl #( yes i would like one fuck me up fam )

Character Association

Tagged by: @mrdeath

Tagging: anyone.

╳ FLAWS.

moody. short-tempered. emotionally unstable. whiny. controlling. conceited. possessive. paranoid. lies. impatient. cowardly. bitter. selfish. power-hungry. greedy. lazy. judgmental. forgetful. impulsive. spiteful. stubborn. sadistic. petty. unlucky. absent-minded. abusive. aggressive. childish. callous. clingy. delusional. cocky. competitive. corrupt. cynical. cruel. deranged. egotistical. envious. insecure. insensitive. lustful. delinquent. guilt complex. reclusive. reckless. nervous. oversensitive.

♔ STRENGTHS.

honest. trustworthy. thoughtful. caring. brave. patient. selfless. ambitious. tolerant. lucky. intelligent. confident. focused. humble. generous. merciful. observant. wise. clever. charming. cheerful. optimistic. decisive. adaptive. calm. protective. proud. diligent. considerate. compassionate. good sportsmanship. friendly. empathetic. passionate. reliable. resourceful. sensible. sincere. witty. funny. loyal.

🖌 SKILLS & HOBBIES.

art. acting. astronomy. animals. archery. sports. beach combing. bird watching. blacksmithing. boating. calligraphy. camping. candle making. casino gambling. ceramics. racing. chess. music. cooking. crochet. weaving. exercise. sword. fishing. gardening. ghost hunting. ice skating. magic. engineering. building. video games. inventing. leather working. martial arts. meditation. origami. parkour. people watching. swimming. puppetry. pyrotechnics. quilting. reading. collecting. shopping. socializing. storytelling. writing. traveling. exotic dancing. minor / major potion tricks and trinkets. billiards.

#time will tell what we're all about ( headcanon )

fatherly-deactivated20230329

“No,” he HISSED through his teeth, through the pain, grey eyes avoiding hers. “You’re wasting resources. There are others who need them more than I do.” It was BAD, but he had been through worse. The attack on their humble camp had left many injured, but there were others who had a better chance of survival than he did. He was old & sick. “If there’s supplies left, then come back to me, PLEASE.” Antonio had always been a stubborn, old man. / @latachete / x.

latachete

“ ‘fraid i can’t do that. “ the old man may have been stubborn, but she was just as bad. “ let me just take care of that little number right there “ motioning to the worst of all the wounds. “ let me do that and then i’ll go check on the others...deal? “

#fathery #v; ???#( hey no im all for this c: )#( also f this new update man )

hexbaiting

allison hargreeves wardrobe appreciation

#sweater weather ( wardrobe )#( real talk )#( I'm living for these outfits )

i only come back from the dead to post circe’s pokemon team cause i saw some others doing it and i just can’t pass up jumping on the pokemon au bandwagon

#field notes ( ooc )#pokemon au;#( of course she has a ninetales )#( and now to go disappear for another 1000 years )

here’s a more official plotting call.

#( lets get something started c: )

jurassicladies

#the girl with the fiery hair ( circe )#( yes. )

bbcmycroft-arc-deactivated20180

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anything and everything. favorites. thoughts on people, on events. what they would do in a certain situation. how things would be different if something had/hadn’t happened. simple questions, complex questions. have at it!

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