#*pulls out my conspiracy corkboard*

[staysaneathome]

Finishing the Locked Tomb series while waiting to read the last two Murderbot books sure is something, huh.

Watching these teenage necromancers and cavaliers go through the Horrors and thinking “Murderbot Would Not Tolerate Any of This Shit”

[jae-bummer]

You Found Me

Request: Hey can I get Han or Bang Chan for soulmate AU? Thanks

Prompt:

14) Soulmate AU

Whenever your soulmate sings, you can hear their voice singing in your head.

Pairing: Stray Kids Han x Reader

Genre: Fluff

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"All the problems and lot of things," you sang quietly to yourself. Plopping another t-shirt onto the clean laundry pile, you picked up a pair of socks. "Make me fool nal geopjaengiro mandeureotji."

"Dude," your roommate, Sam coughed, looking up from her own laundry. "Did you just switch languages mid-sentence?"

Blinking up at her, you paused for a moment, trying to block the lyrics scrolling through your mind. "Uh yeah, I think so."

"You think so?" she asked, quirking a brow.

Shaking your head in an attempt to clear the brain fog, you dropped the remaining laundry you were holding. "I'm pretty sure they're Korean?"

"The words? The singer?"

"The soulmate," you nodded.

It had been nearly a month since you had first heard the voice. Normally when a young adult reported that they were hearing voices that weren't their own, it was cause for concern. In this instance, it had been seen as completely normal.

You had finally synced with your soulmate. And man, he was intent on singing.

"Is it always in Korean?" Sam asked.

"Not always," you hummed. "Sometimes it's in English. Occasionally it's babbling nonsense."

Your roommate could only lift her brows in response.

"Don't get me wrong!" you gasped. "It's a great voice. Just a lot of...eh...weird self-expression."

"Have you been trying to figure out who it is?"

"I've been keeping a journal," you nodded. "Songs I've heard and when I hear them."

"Excellent," she whispered, rubbing her hands together. "Get me the journal and my phone. Your girl got some googling to do."

.

"I can buy myself flowers," Han sang, pulling his bag over his shoulder. "Write my name in the saaaand."

"Didn't know what a big Miley fan you were, Hannie," Chan laughed, packing his own bag as the two of them were leaving the studio.

"My soulmate is," Han sighed. "And they've apparently really been going through it."

"Any idea who the lucky guy or gal is?"

"Well, it's not any of you," Han muttered. "So at least there's that."

"I know, Lee Know didn't talk for a week when he found out," Chan grinned.

Han rolled his eyes before laughing. "He sang loudly AT me for days. He just couldn't believe it."

"You guys are soulmates," Chan shrugged. "I guess it's just in a different way."

"Apparently," Han grumbled. "But I don't even know where to start. I've thought about buying a corkboard and red string."

"Conspiracies and detective work aside," Chan sighed. "I think it may be up to them to find you."

"But what if I'm being too discreet!" Han gasped.

"Not a word I would associate with you, mate."

"What makes you think I'm so easily found?" Han grumbled as they finally started to leave the building. "I'm mysterious!"

"Also not a word I would use, but we've literally been on tour for months."

"So maybe we're forced to sing a certain set of songs in a certain order every couple of days! That doesn't mean anything!" Han said, throwing his arms in the air.

"Do you even listen to yourself when you speak?" Chan laughed.

"How do I ever expect them to find me?" Han whined, completely disregarding his older member.

"Something tells me they will," Chan nodded. "And you'll likely be shocked and act like this conversation never happened."

..

"I've got him!" Sam gasped. "Well...kind of."

"What do you mean kind of?" you moaned, flopping on the couch beside them.

"Technically I've got eight options, but it's looking a lot better than almost 8 billion."

"How in the world did you narrow it down to eight options?" you muttered.

"Well," she began. "I took the list of songs you had been writing down, and I assume you noticed, there's a pattern."

"The same twenty or so songs showing up every day for like three months, yeah," you said, shaking your head. "They're going through something."

"Or they're performing concerts."

"I'm sorry, what?" you asked, lifting your brows.

"Stray Kids. Homie is a member of Stray Kids," Sam smiled matter-of-factly.

Of course, you knew who Stray Kids were. At this point they were 80% of the music that was floating around in your head. You had just assumed your soulmate was a superfan and had inadvertently made you one as well.

You narrowed your eyes, incapable of believing them. "How do you know it's not just a really dedicated person who's been following them to each tour date?"

"Across three continents?" your roommate lifted her brows. "Multiple cities that are hours and hours away from each other?"

"I meaaan," you hummed. "Wealthy people do exist in this world."

"Yeah," Sam nodded. "But the much more logical thought is-"

"That my soulmate is a Korean idol?" you coughed. "Do you realize how ridiculous you sound?"

"Well," she grinned again, tapping at their phone excitedly. "I guess there's only one way to find out."

...

Han leaned over the table, attempting to make eye contact with Chan for what had to have been the tenth time. Finally growing impatient with the older member, he started to smack the table.

All seven of his other members instantly turned in his direction, various expressions of curiosity and irritation on their faces.

"They're here," he nearly shrieked.

"Well, that sounded ominous," Felix muttered, turning back to the album he was signing.

"Who's where?" Chan asked, shaking his head. He looked apologetically up at the fan waiting to speak with him.

"My soulmate," Han whispered in a total non-whisper.

Chan furrowed his brows. "How do you know?"

"Every single song they've played during the signing," Han continued. "I've heard it."

"Uhhh..."Chan trailed, his face totally blank. "Yeah, we all have."

"No!" Han gasped, frustrated. "I mean, I've heard it with my own ears, but I've heard it without my ears too."

"Han, look-"

"I hear their voice," Han finally finished. "My own brain and then their voice. It's all very complicated."

Chan smirked. "Didn't I say they would find you?"

"I don't know how," Han muttered.

Rolling his eyes, Chan turned back to face the fan waiting for him.

....

You took a deep breath as you stepped onto the stage. You would be ushered into a seat directly across from every Stray Kids member momentarily, and this thought alone made you feel queasy.

When Sam had prepared a full trip to Korea with tickets for a fan sign event, you had hoped to go in with a better plan than what you two had agreed on. Awkwardly singing in front of every member was the only way she felt like you could narrow down the candidates. After five different heated discussions about it, you finally conceded to her points. Now was the time to suck it up and do the damn thing.

Taking a step forward, a staff member directed you to your first member, Bang Chan. You tried to keep your fluttering heart under control as you took your seat. It was difficult not to daydream about each boy when you had no idea which one would be yours. Smiling shyly at him, you prepared yourself for what you figured would be an inevitable let down.

"Hi, I'm Y/N," you smiled. "Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too!" Chan grinned easily. He began to sign your album before looking up again.

You felt your heart skip a beat as his eyes met yours, but there was nothing beyond that. No spark, no lights, no birds singing Ave Maria.

Swallowing loudly, you launched into what still sounded like a terrible plan.

"Why do I keep getting attracted...jaseok gachi kkeullyeoga," you sang. "I cannot explain this reaction."

"Case 143?" Chan grinned, flipping to the page you had marked in your album. "Stuck in your head today?"

"Yes," you said breathlessly. "Has it been stuck in yours?"

Furrowing his brows, Chan shook his head. "I've actually had a new song we've been working on in my head most of the morning."

"Right," you said, gracefully accepting defeat. "You guys are working on a new album, right?"

"You didn't hear it from me," he smiled.

Nodding politely through the rest of the conversation, you tried to enjoy it as much as you could. You now knew that Chan wasn't your soulmate and that was okay. He was still a wonderful person that was more than worth talking to.

Up next was Felix. Settling into your seat, you could feel your heart begin to soften all over again. Felix was gorgeous and the instant wink he gave you was enough to halt your breathing. This had to be the worst otome game ever.

"I'm Y/N," you nodded. "It's nice to meet you."

"And you!" Felix hummed, busy signing your album. "How are you today?"

"I'm doing very well, thank you," you answered, already prepared to rip off the band aid. "I've had one of your songs stuck in my head all morning."

"Oh yeah? Which one?"

"Why do I keep getting attracted...jaseok gachi kkeullyeoga," you sang a little more confidently. "I cannot explain this reaction."

Felix looked up. His expression was amused but held no sign of recognition. You took a deep sigh before nodding to yourself. At this point, it was almost a relief to get this part over with.

"One, four, three," a voice to the left of Felix sounded both in front of you and independently in your head. "I love you."

Looking over with wide eyes, you made instant eye contact with the singer. Han. You felt like the wind had been knocked out of you and judging by his expression, he had felt the same.

"Oh, come on," Felix joked. "You'll have them in front of you in a minute. Don't steal my time with Y/N."

Han, obviously not listening, stood for a moment before sitting back down again. His eyes remained on yours as he reached across the table and took your hands. Slowly pulling you toward the empty seat in front of him, you thought you would burst into tears. The stupid plan had really worked.

"Yah!" Felix gasped, directing a glare at Han. Out of your periphery, you could see Chan smack his arm and shake his head. The leader had easily picked up on what was happening.

"You found me," Han said slowly, lifting his hand to touch your cheek, but halted his fingers from actually making contact. His handsome face was full of a wonder that set your head spinning. He acted like you were a mirage in front of him, something that was too good to be true.

"It took me awhile to figure out where to look," you admitted. It was suddenly difficult to catch your breath. Glancing to Han's still extended hand, you chose to lift your own and lace your fingers together.

Han looked to your entwined hands as if it was a new and exciting discovery. What a novel idea, to hold hands so easily with someone you're meant to be with forever. "Because I'm so mysterious right? And discreet?"

You grinned, feeling a warmth flood your face. "I wouldn't say that, no."

Han grinned as well, completely entranced. "I've heard your voice for weeks, but it sounds so amazing in person."

"Sorry," you said with a wince. "I know I'm not the best singer."

"Neither am I," he laughed.

"Yeah right!"

"Seriously! I would take hearing your voice over mine any day."

"Well," you said quietly. "Now I guess you're stuck hearing it."

"Not stuck," he said, shaking his head vehemently. "Stuck means I don't want to be here. But right now? There is no place I would rather be."

[cultofsappho]

In honor of AGCD 🤠, a list of my berserk findings in roughly chronological order RE: A RWRB Sequel:

1. When the movie come out, Casey did an AMA on Threads for both Alex, then Henry. In Henry's AMA, they posted this:

Meaning at the very least they'd be open to writing/sharing/creating more for Alex and Henry, if not a direct sequel [more from the AMA: X]

2. Casey also had an interview with Out Magazine in Nov '23 where they were asked if the want to write a sequel and they said "Of course I'd love to! 😉 I don't think i'm allowed to say anything more than that.😊" They're so fucking precious. We all know what 'not allowed to say' means. [twitter video: X]

3. Taylor has had a bunch of interviews recently, mostly as an ambassador to the SAG awards. He's been asked a dozen times about a RWRB sequel and everytime he says something along the lines of "Anything could happen! But I don't know, they don't tell me these things aha! 🤪 Give me a call!" And he's so unbelieveably obvious that his interview clips have already been compared to Andrew Garfield denying having any role in Spider-Man: No Way Home: [tiktok: X]

4. PrimeVideoUK has been bringing up RWRB & Firstprince more on social media recently. It could be for any number of reasons, it's their movie they can market however they feel like. Especially since Nick has a bunch of projects releasing rn (one of which, The Idea Of You is also releasing on Prime this summer), they may want to capitalize on the attention on him. Or, it could be to test RWRB's engagement #s... [tweet: X] [tweet: X] [twitter poll w/a rwrb sweep: X] [tiktok: X] And all the comments on these posts (and more) are begging for a sequel. So, if their social media manager is passing on the message... 👀

5. This is def a reach, so if you don't mind, i'm pulling out the red string for this conspiracy corkboard. But Casey was recently in London, it could have been a trip for literally anything. But, the first movie was filmed (and maybe produced idfk) in London. [insta post: X] they sold the movie rights for RWRB before the book was released, if I'm remembering that right, but maybe they retain rights to sign off on a sequel.

so anyway i was thinking about all those little things adding up in my head and thinking i was on to some kind of conspiracy then Nick goes and does press for Mary & George (which i just started, and is amazing btw) and says this shit:

6. Nick confirms in an interview with HitsRadio that they're talking about a RWRB sequel. Just flat out: "Yeah obv conversations are happening, duh! 😇" energy. God bless him. He says there have been conversations about a sequel. And, they're all on the same page that the script needs to be right and "all the components" need to be right. [X minute 15:50 they bring up the rwrb sequel, but the whole interview is great and you should watch it!]

ANYWAY i'm in a land of delusion, gnawing on the iron bars of my enclosure, etc, but also maybe not bc they're talking about a sequel and now we just need to wait for the greenlight

And (pseudo point #7), it would be a dumb business decision for Prime to not make a sequel. RWRB did way too well for an LGBT product, releasing during a dual actors and writer's strike, with little to no promo and zero press tour. From the RWRB Wikipedia page: "For the first three weeks after its release, it was the top watched film worldwide on the platform and provoked what Prime Video described as "a huge surge" of new subscribers." [X] And subscribers are all these streaming services care about.

I can't wait to reblog this with a screenshot when they inevitably post an offical confirmation for a sequel movie...

[whumping-valentine]

🦌 Fawn and Hunter - Part 10 🦌

"Anaira"

Content: Conspiracies, noncon kissing, feisty whumpee (but if you made it all the way to part 10 you already know that lol)

1,800 Words

Hey hey, It's part 10! We're a whole 1/3 of the way done! Who's ready to meet a new character? 👀

This chapter is a big turning point for the series, which will be fully in swing by part 14! I had to fistfight my writer's block to finish this, pls appreciate my efforts 🙏

Also! I just wanted to let y'all know that Fawn's real name is revealed in this part, and while it may be traditionally masculine, they are still ambiguous and you can picture them as whatever you want. As a genderqueer person who's name is Lillian and doesn't want to change it, I'm all about erasing gendered names and turning them neutral. Just wanted to put that out there. Thanks!

Enjoy! 🦇

       Going into town wasn’t something Hunter enjoyed doing. They hated being around other people, not to mention it was quite a long journey to get out of the woods. Their foot was pressed hard against the gas, the old truck’s engine roaring loud as it struggled to keep up. At least the sound somewhat distracted the thoughts in their head.

       Hunter didn’t have much experience driving, and especially didn’t have a license, but they knew enough to get them by. Besides, their driving skills were the least of their worries, their heart still beating from the adrenaline of nearly being what they could only assume to be a cult sacrifice. They tried to shake the thoughts away, but something like that isn’t just easily forgotten.

       The snow fell through the quickly darkening sky, hitting against the windshield, swirling around it, almost dizzying. A blur. A whirling whirlpool. Hunter pulled into the first parking lot they saw, a gas station.

       Outside the building stood a group of Christians, holding signs as they yelled about the upcoming rapture, yelling at the air to repent before it was too late. Not an uncommon sight to see in a small town like this, but usually it was in front of certain buildings and protesting gay people, or something. Also it was usually much earlier in the day, not at the brink of dusk in the middle of winter so close to Christmas.

What on Earth was going on? Yelling about the upcoming rapture is usually something done by old folks on facebook, not in real life. Still, Hunter gave the group nothing more than that simple passing thought as they entered the decrepit store.

       The floors were made of lazily placed tiles, some missing, or mismatched. The lighting was yellow, buzzing, and some even blinking, barely holding on. A moth flew around them, flapping its tiny wings while a cockroach skittered across the floor. A nacho station stood in the open. Ahh, yes, the best gas station nachos around. To eat those you’d have to have a death wish. The air smelt more of musty mold than it did nacho cheese.

       Hunter turned their head to a corkboard full of posters. Missing people's posters that Hunter was no stranger to. They took their time reading them, until one in particular caught their eye. One with a photo of Fawn.

MISSING

Rudolph Meyer

DOB: December 18th, 2003

19 years old

Height 5 feet 3 inches

Light brown hair

Green eyes

Glasses

Freckles 

Rudolph was reported missing October 12th, 2023 by their coworker after repeatedly failing to turn up for work or answer calls. They could have gone missing days or weeks prior.

If you have any details on Rudolph's whereabouts or disappearance please contact the Woodmar Police Department at 110-100-1000.

       Hunter looked at Fawn's phone again. They did have many missed calls from the same number. They must've missed it when snooping through it. Though they also noticed they picked the perfect day to wander into town.

       Today was their birthday.

        Hunter smiled to themself as they looked at the date. Without a care in the world they took the poster from the wall and folded it up into their coat pocket. They took a quick look around the store, walking down aisles. Looking at the drinks, they took a moment of contemplation before taking a bottle of alcohol.

They noticed there was only one other person in the whole store. The only employee, a tired looking woman with dark circles under the eyes, wearing a face mask. Hunter approached her.

       “Hey.” They said.

       “Hello. Can I help you with anything?”

       “If you can answer some questions, yeah. Do you know anything about that one missing person? Rudolph? They went missing rather recently, it seems.”

       "Yeah, little Rudy, as I called them." She said, "I was the one who reported them. It was very unlike them to miss a shift, and not answer calls. I hope they're okay, I know they didn't come here from a very good place."

       “Sorry to hear that. It’s pretty scary.”

       "Oh, tell me about it. Scary, stressful, and saddening. I’ve been a mess ever since they disappeared. A mess with worry, overworking, I don’t think I’ve had a single peaceful day of sleep. Even worse because I'm on the night shift, and little Rudy was working daylight. It was really only us two keeping this place up and running. Our boss has had to fill in for them. Poor woman's already busy enough as it is. Oh, I’m so sorry, I’m venting.”

       “Hey, I’m the one who asked.” They dismissed the apology with a shrug, “What about those crazies out front?"

       "Oh, yeah, those guys have been there for a while. Ever since those crop circles were found last week, people have been going nuts. I've seen folks walking around with tinfoil hats." She laughed. "It's probably just something in the drinking water. Or maybe just the nature of humans. They lose it so easily."

       “They’ve been preaching about the rapture all week?”

       "Oh, they've been preaching about everything. The zombie apocalypse, an alien invasion, a plague, vampires, werewolves, demons, UFOs, government conspiracies, the second coming of Christ. It's like everyone's gone completely looney."

       Hunter wanted to agree and dismiss it, but they could only think about everything else that happened. Fawn's dreams, that cult in the woods, the giant skeleton… were they going crazy, too?

       "Cold gettin’ to you?" She asked.

       “Yeah, I guess. I’ve had quite a day.” They sighed, looked around, and placed the bottle on the counter, “I’m just here for the drink, I guess.” They flashed their ID and paid.

       “Thanks,” They said, and turned to leave.

       “Oh, and, uh, hey!” She called out as the front doors dinged, “Um… Let me know if you find anything out about Rudy, will you?”

       Hunter paused in the doorway, the cold wind whipping in past their face. They turned and said, “I’ll be sure to let you know.” then left.

       When Hunter returned home, it was pitch dark outside, they were gone all day. There was a pile of dust in the snow on the front porch. Going inside, Fawn was curled up, asleep on the couch with the broom resting against the wall. They walked over to them, and nudged them awake, nudging their shoulder. Fawn slowly blinked their eyes open.

       "So," Hunter said, "were you going to tell me today was your 20th birthday, Rudolph?"

       The use of their real name made Fawn's heart drop into their stomach, jolting them wide awake. "How- how do you know that?"

       "I just so happened to find this while out in town today." They said, showing off the poster. "It seems your coworker is pretty worried about you. Anaira, was it? Very nice lady."

       Fawn could only stare up at the poster with wide eyes as Hunter smirked down at them. The use of Anaira's name just made their heart drop even more. They had a conversation? She had no idea she was talking to their captor…

       "It's a good thing I've got this poster. Afterall, I need to start building up my collection again after you destroyed it."

       “So you wanna kidnap more people? I ain’t enough? You want more after me? What're you gonna do with me then, huh? Kill me? Let me go?” They antagonized.

       “I think you think too much. Don’t read into it.”

       “I fucking hate you.”

       “Thanks! I don’t try to be liked. Especially not by people who act like bratty teenagers. Though I suppose it's no wonder why you do, you still are one!"

       "Not anymore. I'm 20. I'm not a teen, I'm not a kid, and I'm not being a brat. Why would I be anything but cynical to the person who's holding me captive?"

       Hunter ignored the last part, "It doesn't matter if you're 20 years old or 200 years old. Act like a teen and you might as well be one, eh?" They picked up on the fact Fawn did not appreciate being infantilized in the slightest.

"I am not that young." Fawn mumbled, bitterly.

"Well, you're certainly younger than I thought you were. Can't even drink yet, how cute is that? It's too bad we can’t share this.” Hunter said, holding up the bottle.

       "Oh, great, now you can smell like cigarettes AND alcohol."

       “Mmm, you’ll go nose blind, eventually. I go through a lot to steal these cigarettes, you know? Of course you don't, you're too good, despite being such an unruly badmouth."

       “What the hell do you want from me? Stop mocking me. I cleaned your stupid fucking house, I should at least get a thank you but ohhhh, no, I probably don't even deserve that, right?”

       “You want a thank you? I can give you a thank you.”

       Alarm bells immediately started going off in Fawn's head. They way they said it and their tone didn't sound too nice, almost more of a threat. Much to their dismay and horror, Hunter kissed them on the lips.

       Fawn froze up and their eyes widened, then squeezed shut as Hunter held the kiss. When they pulled away, Fawn scrunched their face in disgust, wiping their lips with the back of their hand.

       "Oh, relax, it's just a kiss.”

       “A gross and dirty kiss from your gross and dirty lips is what it was! What the fuck! Blahk!” They continued wiping their lips, which now tasted like cigarettes, shaking their head and shivering in disgust.

"You'll survive." Hunter said, dismissing their revulsion, "But as for me, I've had quite the unfortunate day, and I need my sleep."

"Oh no, I don't give a shit."

Hunter didn't respond, simply they just picked them up by the back of their shirt collar and pulled them through the cabin. Fawn cursed, kicked, and hit but it didn't do anything at all. They entered the bedroom and Hunter threw Fawn onto the floor, holding them down with a knee on their back as they tied their hands together.

"I'm going to sleep. You're going to lay on the floor and shut your mouth."

"Fuck you and fuck your—! Mmph!" Fawn spat, getting a cloth shoved into their mouth, with another being tied around their head to secure it.

"There. Now stay quiet." Hunter threatened, pushing Fawn's face into the floor as they stood up, hitting their nose off the hardwood. Fawn let out a growl in response.

HERE'S A THOUGHT! IF YOU WANT QUIET YOU CAN JUST LET ME GO! PEACE AND QUIET, ALL ALONE FOREVER, EVERYBODY WINS!! Fawn screamed in their head as they fought the restraints, mumbled nonsense coming from their mouth.

       As Fawn calmed down and was left to their thoughts, they didn't care that they had to sleep on the floor. They didn't care that they were treated like a pet. They only cared about how everything they fought so hard for was ruined.

       They were going to celebrate their 20th birthday as a way to say that they managed to survive so long. That they finally escaped their childhood home. Now they were here, held captive, and back where they started.

       And to make it all worse, they would now have to forever remember that as their first kiss.

You'll be seeing a lot more of Anaira in the near future, as well as a few more new characters! Lemme tell you, once chapter 14 hits this'll be like a completely different thing than what it started as. Shit's about to get crazy and hit the fan.

Also, surprise! This part has art attached. I was originally not gonna give them designs, and just leave them to the interpretation of the reader, but I'm slowly becoming attached to them and couldn't help myself. I just had to draw them! You can still picture them however you want.

Also I'm curious how old you think Hunter is? 🤔 the answer may surprise you (and Fawn, too).

Taglist: @parasitebunny @whumpy-wyrms @fruitypinapple00

If you want added or removed, lmk in the comments !

Thanks for reading ! 💕🦌

[rosemaryreaper]

Where was Nick when Hancock evacuated the Diamond City ghouls to Goodneighbor?

Back in September, I started working on a fic that covered exactly that…then I tossed it aside because I thought it was bad. But now I actually want to finish it. It’s a short Nick POV fic that follows the three days before McDonough passes the Anti-Ghoul decree. Also featured are Ellie, Security Captain Lennie Sullivan, and a still human Hancock. Here’s a snippet from Chapter 2, which is the night before everything goes to hell.

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In the end, there was nothing to be done but wait. Ellie returned with more than enough documents to fit the bill, and after another round through the line, the guard let him through with minimal hostility. When he tried to subtly linger to keep an eye on things, Security threatened to shoot him for loitering, so there was no choice but to return to the office. Lennie never returned. Neither did many of the ghouls.

Convincing his old circuit board of a brain to focus on work after that morning was difficult, but it didn’t change the fact that he still had a half dozen interconnected missing persons cases on his desk. Sitting around doing nothing wasn’t going to help anyone, ghoul or missing girl, so the least they could do was be productive with the spare time. He got Ellie to bring out what she had dubbed “the conspiracy board”—a big map of the Commonwealth they had pinned to a corkboard—and the two of them spent the afternoon moving around colored pins and strings, trying to work out which route the traffickers were using to smuggle these girls around the state.

“Think Bunker Hill could be a stopover?” Ellie asked, tapping her fingernail on a red circle to the northeast.

“They’d have to go through Goodneighbor first,” Nick said.

“I don’t doubt it. Sounds like the sort of business Vic’s gang would get mixed up in. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s responsible for this whole horrible trade.”

“Still could be a third party. Or a bit of both. We won’t know till we learn more.” He paused. “But I wouldn’t be surprised either.” He added another pin to the board. “If they’re using Bunker Hill, then they aren’t the only party stashing that particular kind of cargo there overnight. I have a contact I can talk to, see if his guys have noticed any odd goings on.”

“Sounds promising,” Ellie said.

“Let’s hope so. This is one trail I absolutely do not want to leave to get cold.”

Arturo was the neighborhood tourist. Nick would have to catch him alone sometime soon; ask him to get a message through to Deacon and his crew. If anyone was an expert on smuggling people through the Commonwealth undetected, it was the Railroad.

The door screeched open, and a choked sob tumbled through its frame. Violet shuffled in, fully weeping within Riley’s embrace. To her, Riley said, “Here, sweetheart, let’s just sit down for a spell, okay?” To the rest of the room, she said, “I’m going to fucking kill someone.”

“Oh, Violet.” Ellie rushed to grab a blanket from the bedroom. “Here, have a seat, honey.” While Riley lowered Violet into the cushioned chair, Ellie wrapped the blanket around the poor ghoul.

Jax stumbled out of the bedroom, bleary-eyed and in their undershirt, which had rolled up to expose their bandages. “Vi? What happened?”

Riley’s brows shot up. “What the hell happened to you?”

“New exercise regime,” Jax said.

“Jesus Christ,” Riley said. “Somebody jumped you.”

“What?” Violet gasped through tears.

“It’s nothing, Vi,” Jax said. “What’s wrong?”

Violet let out another sob. “I’ve never been s-so humiliated.”

“Oh no,” Ellie said. “They didn’t accept any of your papers?”

“None! The boys and I tried everything. Yefim even tried to draw up something last minute, but they wouldn’t take any of it! Now I’m going to lose everything—my home, my job. I won’t survive outside the Wall, not for a night.” She bowed her head and cried.

Ellie yanked open the drawers of her desk, pulling out a whole stack of handkerchiefs and a mug, the latter of which she filled from the coffee thermos. She murmured to Violet, out of even Nick’s broad earshot, until she could convince her to hold the mug in her hands. Nick sent a silent thanks to fate that he had hired her. He had been about to say something a hell of a lot more blunt.

“Nonhumans,” Riley snarled. “Nonhumans! We’re not another species. We’re not animals. I have half a mind to march up to the Stands right now—kick down doors until I find every councilman responsible. They want to see feral? I’ll show them feral.”

Nick said, “You’ll get yourself shot.”

“I’ll get myself shot outside too. This way will be quicker.”

Jax said, “None of our lot are getting shot outside if I can help it. Not if they stick with me.”

“Oh, look, it’s the ghoul savior,” Riley deadpanned. “Right now, if I had to bet on who would win in a fight, you or a mole rat, I’d back the mole rat.”

“It’s not all hopeless, is it?” Ellie asked, rubbing Violet’s back. “Some ghouls still managed to vote. Riley, you did.”

Riley scowled. “I did, barely, because I’m fortunate. They gave us no warning, no time to get our papers in order—and a lot of ghouls didn’t. Screw all the drifters, I guess.”

Nick could sense Jax giving him a look out of the corner of his eye. One of the “I told you so” variety. Ellie was giving him a different kind of look. One that placed far too must trust in his nonexistent ability to overcome the odds. You can do something, Nicky. Right?

Nick could do something. He could turn his investigation towards the city, root out who was pulling the strings—who had organized the guards, who had influenced the Council, who had to benefit from all the chaos. It would take time, but he was nothing if not persistent. His joints hadn’t rusted to a halt yet.

But the ghouls didn’t have time. They had tonight. The proverbial nuke had already been launched. Catching the crook here wouldn’t save anyone until after there was no one left to be saved. So, Nick would do something all right: he would shield them from the blast best he could and help those who survived out of the debris. No more. No better.

“Jax is working on an escape route,” Nick said. “I’ve been scrounging up supplies. You need something—help organizing a caravan, a spare gun, anything—you say the word.”

The room calmed, but not in a comfortable way. The room calmed in the same way a snake calms when it is too cold to move. Violet had quieted. Jax looked determined; Riley grim. Ellie turned her face away.

Jax crossed over to Violet, offering her a hand up. “Come on, Vi. Why don’t we get you back to the Dugout? You look like you could use something stronger than coffee.”

Violet accepted, sniffling, and they slipped an arm around her shoulders. With a quiet murmur of thanks to Nick, she and Jax made their exit. Riley didn’t follow. She gazed down at the empty chair, then up at Nick with that grim expression. She stalked forward, and he froze, startled, as she threw her arms around him.

Most folks weren’t lining up to give the metal man hugs. It wasn’t the kind of relationship he had with Ellie, who was technically his employee, and it wasn’t something he would ever initiate with a client, no matter how distraught. He was hyper aware of his own strength as he lifted his arms, and they hung suspended for too long as he tried to recall the last time he had calibrated them. He briefly considered blacking out to run a quick diagnostic.

But the moment had already gone on too long, and something of the old Nick kicked in. He rested his hands on her back.

“Hey now, Doc, this isn’t like you,” he said with something like humor.

Riley chuckled, with something a little less like humor. “Just saying thank you, gumshoe—for everything. In case I don’t get the chance to.” She pulled away. “I could use a drink too. Might as well celebrate my last night, while it lasts. Feel free to join.” Then she made her exit.

Ellie was on the verge of a question again, but she still didn’t want to ask it, because she still wasn’t looking at him. He looked at the board with all its strings and pins. He looked at the empty chair, the abandoned blanket, the untouched coffee. He released a long breath, forever weaker than it should be. Then he donned his coat and his hat, and he offered his secretary his arm.

It got her attention. With a faint smile, she linked her elbow with his, resting her other hand on his forearm. And they made their exit too.

[thequietmanno1]

TheLreads, Vigilantes ch 118, Replies Part 2

1) “Oh yeah, Koichi got a lot of broken bones and lost a lot of blood less than two minutes ago. Good thing that was not easily solved and completely brushed aside, phew, it would be a problem if we had lasting damage to raise the stakes or something. Anyway, how’s your coma going Pop?”- Yet symbolic/meaningful, yet minor damage like Nomura’s scar-creating slash manages to stick around. Gotta love it. 2) “Koichi is mastering the art of of using so much power to blow up his target that whatever is behind said target remains completely intact, especially if it’s made out of glass.

The boy is truly becoming too powerful”- We could chalk it up to precise damage control, only inputting as much force as would be needed to blow through a target and lose all inertia when coming out the other side, but yes, Izuku’s own building-destroying punches always carried some collateral effects, which is why he needed to beat Overhaul up in the sky to go all out. 3) “yeah sure, now all his power comes from the power of friendship”- Friendship, and believing in himself!...but sadly, “believing in himself” also means he believes even more strongly in his “no-killing” rule. 4) “Shame that AfO has ignored the most likely scenario that explains this situation: The author is pulling it out of his ass as needed. It’s in a need-to-pull basis.”- Koichi has evolved to the ultimate tier of power: becoming the author’s pet character, and reaping the benefits. 5) “Well good thing he’s not literally burning himself away by kicking his, erm, quirk, into overdrive. You know, his plasma based quirk.”- Honestly, seeing Nomura start to falter a little might have helped here. Give some sense that this power-up is as taxing on him as it is destructive, rather than him just hovering on the verge of death for several chapters. 6) “All the fun thinking that Pop has more impact in the story as a ghost than as an alive person, I need to start grabbing the beer bottles again.”- Hey, at least this way she gets to contribute! 7) “Oh he’s gonna go for the close-and-personal hit?

…

KOICHI DID YOU FORGOT HE’S MADE OUT OF PLASMA? DO YOU KNOW HOW HOT THAT STUFF IS?!”-I mean, not much of an issue when Koichi’s punches have an automatic “keep-away” function built into them now. Guy’s a walking, hitting force field. 8) “You know Koichi, you should at least try aiming for his teeth, because apparently he can made solid teeth out of plasma.”- Nomura’s attempts to warp the fabric of reality in his favour to win are commendable, but doomed. 9) “OH MY FUCKING GOD ANOTHER FLASHBACK GOD PLEASE SAVE ME FROM THIS”- I can’t tell if this final battle was harder on Koichi, or you. This would’ve been a terrific opportunity to show Tenko there playing hero with them, although he most certainly didn’t live anywhere near Naruhata.

10) “This would’ve been a terrific opportunity to show Tenko there playing hero with them, although he most certainly didn’t live anywhere near Naruhata.”- Maybe, but his friends may have. He did go out and play ball with some of them when he was still innocent, it’s where he picked up the inspiration to become a hero like they all aspired to, until finding Nana’s picture solidified it. 11) “who the fuck just left their All Might figurine behind like that? Kids those days smdh…”- Litterers in the future throw away not only their disposable plastic junk, but also their perfectly-functioning toys too! 12) “You know, everybody just gives up wanting to be a hero a few years later. Everyone.”- Times like these, a re-read to refresh yourself on the inner lore of the world is necessary.  Eiichiro Oda has a whole conspiracy-ass corkboard that he refers to on occasion to keep track of plot points. 13) “DID- DID FURUHASHI FUCKING FORGOT WHAT HE FUCKING WROTE HIMSELF?!”- I can practically see the blood pouring from your eyeballs as you read this. 14) “OH LOOK, THE GHOSTS WENT AWAY

FUCKING FINALLY. GUESS THAT MESSING UP WITH THE TIMELINE SENT RIPPLES THROUGH TIME AND SPACE”- The ghosts went away, but the fight goes ever onward… 15) “I had a feeling before you were treating me like I was stupid Furuhashi, but after that last flashback I’m sure of that, and I will never forgive you for that.”- To be fair, with the monthly release schedule, I’d totally forgotten about the content of the earlier chapters, so I didn’t pick up on the inconsistency until you pointed it out.

(Vigilantes ch 116) 16) “WHEN YOU PRETTY MUCH ACT LIKE IT WAS NO BIG DEAL, JUST A FANTASY THAT YOU WERE READY TO GROW OUT OF

RIGHT???”- And now, with the hoodie getting burst and blasted away to nothing by Nomura’s barrage, it’s finally time for the Crawler to end his vigilante days for good. @thelreads

[nonsensical-shitposting]

Me and my brother’s Humans-B-Gone! theories are an excellent microcosm of how both of us treat theorizing about where a work of fiction’s plot is going, because it’s like...

Him: I think Sophodra and Rose will start a communist revolution. And perhaps be lesbians, if time permits.

Me: Alright, so I actually have TWO theories. The shorter, more likely one is that Gregorsa’s showing us Humans-B-Gone because we’re being used as a test audience and he’s planning to show the final product to humans from the HBG world in hopes of using it as a stepping stone to some form of coexistence.

Him: The other one’s some ludicrous overcomplicated bullshit you have almost no evidence for, isn’t it?

Me: What’s my second theory? GLAD YOU ASKED!

Him: I didn’t ask at all, please don’t start explaining it-

Me, pulling out a conspiracy corkboard plastered in badly-cropped HBG screencaps: So the longer, more convoluted theory is that the size of Tricularia, the existence of macrovolutes and demivolutes, the warping of vertebrates into less recognizable forms, the Unknown Nature, and whatever the bolecore is are all byproducts of the influence of some kind of mycorrhizae-based intelligence which incited Tricularia’s mutation and overgrowth and grew along with it until it’d attained a “mind” of its own at a near-incomprehensible scale. Most of the life within it didn’t exist until it was brought there from Earth (maybe through some kind of space-time rift or by a wayward colonization ship, but we don’t know enough about what humans are up to in the HBG universe for me to make an educated guess) and was “engineered” into the forms we see in HBG after this entity absorbed a lot of human cultural ideas and neuroses- morphing into a de facto egregore in the process- but got its wires badly crossed for a lot of it, which is why so many of the vertebrates got mutated!

Him: What did I JUST say?

Me: Additionally, it got “confused” when it came to the size difference between invertebrates (particularly arthropods) and vertebrates and tried to invert them, which caused the development of macrovolutes from protocules; the macrovolutes’ biologically-based technology is foreshadowing for how the mycorrhizae-egregore “engineered” them under this theory. Insects and arachnids’ greater prevalence in human culture as compared to other arthropods is another thing the mycorrhizae-egregore picked up on and is why they’re the only arthropods capable of gaining intelligence. It also created the Unknown Nature by carefully growing a high-mass layer of some kind under Tricularia’s “skin,” with it being more negligible to macrovolutes but “as binding as gravity ever was” for humans serving as further proof for its organization of Tricularia along human-influenced lines-

Him: Dude, I just wanted to talk about the cringefail queer bugs, stop overthinking everything! Have you ever considered, just once in your life, that maybe it’s not that deep?

Me, seamlessly flipping him off with one hand as I whip out a second conspiracy board with the other: -and Professor Gregorsa (whose name is also a subtle hint at the word “egregore” that’s intentionally masked by the more obvious Kafka reference) figured out how to plug himself into the mycorrhizae-egregore and “ascended” to a more powerful state of existence, carving out a corner of its “mind” for himself and deciding to use his new abilities for good; during this process the mycorrhizae-egregore’s “mind” was influenced by Gregorsa in a more macrovolute-like direction, and it’s what’s putting the hidden text at the end of the episodes. Gregorsa somehow used it to make contact with our world and figure out our ingrained cultural ideas regarding storytelling mechanisms, science, and arthropods, realizing in the process that the mycorrhizae-egregore based its “engineering” of Tricularian life on human ideas, or at least “tried” to-

Him, futilely rattling the doorknob: DID YOU LOCK THE DOOR SO I CAN’T WALK OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF YOUR UNHINGED RANTING?!

Me, throwing the key out the nearest window: -and after using the test animation of him and the Ask Gregorsa questions to confirm he could gather an audience, he chose Sophodra and Rose to present to us and set his plan in motion, which is to use the Humans-B-Gone show and his “translations” throughout it to accumulate the viewers’ subconscious understandings of what macrovolutes look like and how they act (all tailor-made by him) while we’re watching it, then channel them back into the mycorrhizae-egregore to “trick” it into creating a force inspired by the Unknown Nature, but affecting sight, hearing, and olfaction rather than as an attempted replacement for gravity-

Him: There is not enough material for you to be making theories this complicated! You- wait, why is your hoodie inside-out now? And where did those bags under your eyes come from?!

Me, progressively disheveled and exhausted-looking as I insanely gesticulate: -with Gregorsa’s hope being that he can create a sort of “background” mass hallucination that places a veil over the vision and hearing of all humans so they can understand macrovolutes and see them as more “familiar“ in appearance, essentially taking the translations he’s been showing us and projecting them throughout everywhere the mycorrhizae-egregore exists. This wouldn’t be limited to humans, because it’d later be revealed that Gregorsa also created a “reversed” version of HBG focused on the Hivers for orchideos, translating and filtering the humans for a macrovolute audience similarly to how he translates and filters macrovolutes for a human audience, then channeled that to create a similarly reversed version of this mass hallucination/“veil” that affects macrovolutes, letting them understand humans and subconsciously regard them better as well; similarly to how I’ve previously speculated that Gregorsa picked Sophodra and Rose to show us because they subvert human cultural views of their respective species, it’ll slowly be revealed that Vera, Mobia, and any other humans of note shown were also chosen by Gregorsa due to them subverting macrovolutes’ cultural views of mammals and/or humans-

Him: PLEASE stop talking, I’m begging you, you have to know none of this is correct-

Me, manically shaking a third conspiracy corkboard in his face: -but this is just the FIRST STEP of Gregorsa’s ultimate plan, which is to leverage the immediate shock following the descent of this “veil” to play himself up as a villainous puppet master, forcing an alliance of humans and macrovolutes against him by presenting himself as their mutual enemy and then maneuvering them into overthrowing the ants! Following that, he’ll “show his hand” enough to bait the human-macrovolute alliance into figuring out how to DESTROY THE MYCORRHIZAE-EGREGORE’S “MIND,” THUS PREVENTING IT FROM ANY FURTHER BIOLOGICAL OR PSYCHOLOGICAL ENGINEERING OF THE ENTITIES LIVING IN TRICULARIA BUT LEAVING IT INTACT ENOUGH TO KEEP THINGS LIKE THE UNKNOWN NATURE AND HIS “VEIL” FUNCTIONING, ADDITIONALLY GIVING GREGORSA FULL CONTROL OF ALL OF THE MYCORRHIZAE-EGREGORE’S ABILITIES! WITH THIS HE’LL KEEP HIMSELF IN THE POSITION OF A CONSTANT MUTUAL THREAT TO BOTH HUMANS AND MACROVOLUTES, THUS ENSURING THEY STAY ALLIED AND WORKING TOGETHER AT THE COST OF LETTING HIMSELF BE UNIVERSALLY HATED AND FEARED, BUT IRONICALLY ALL THIS DOES IS REPLACE ONE ATMOSPHERE OF FEAR WITH ANOTHER DESPITE GREGORSA’S BEST INTENTIONS! SEE, IT’S AN ANTICAPITALIST ALLEGORY FOR H

[slamminslamminmcgill]

i very firmly believe tony grew his hair out for s6 lalo bc of a subconscious desire to make it more pullable im literally about to start a conspiracy theory corkboard exploring this but he for sure knew what he was doing + making it even more salt and peppery are you FUCKING joking

REAL REAL REAL REAL

AND DURING HAWKEYE TOO LIKE?????

tony didnt actually shave his head i just pulled all his hair out while he was devouring my he/him slip and slide super soaker splatoon pussy

[ctrl-salt-delete]

Just finished "A Hand With Many Fingers"

Verdict: I enjoyed my experience with this game, right up until the end. Having a story revealed to you piecemeal through fragments is something that's been done before, but giving you a Conspiracy Corkboard to pin everything up on makes it feel more immersive than it would otherwise. Ditto having to search through the card catalog and pull physical boxes from a basement annex. In fact, one thing this game really nails is the atmosphere. There's never an instance where you feel in direct physical danger, but it really nails the feeling of being alone in a creepy building, where every noise kind of feels a little threatening, and that atmosphere contributes to the story they're trying to tell.

That said, I do think the ending is weak--further discussion below the cut.

Overall, I would recommend giving this game a try. It's not perfect, but it's also 5 dollars, and the consensus is that most people finish it in under two hours. So, like, the same investment in time and money you'd make with a big bag of Lays, and you'll probably feel better after finishing this game than you would after polishing off a bunch of Ruffles.

Thoughts on the ending below the cut:

In fact, literally seconds before the end of the game, I was thinking "oh boy, here's where the game really starts." I had figured out the names of all the players involved, and my corkboard was getting to the point where I thought I was about to have to rearrange everything to make room for all the new evidence I was about to turn up from the just-opened annex room--and then I get back to the office, a car has crashed through the wall, and the one article in the last box is just telling me that Nugan Hand Bank was a CIA front and Michael Hand was a CIA operative. I had figured out the former half an hour before (not because I'm super smart, but because the game basically tells you) and the latter wasn't an earthshaking revelation. And then the credits start rolling? I genuinely thought I had missed something and gotten the Bad End, but no, that's the one true ending of the game. I guess there's something to "yeah, this story didn't really end, the CIA just went on and kept doing this same thing", but I was too thrown off by the pacing to appreciate that in the moment.

I dunno--I wanted to find out my theories were all missing a major detail and have to start over from scratch to account for new information! I wanted to rearrange my corkboard and have to start pinning things to the map to make sense of what I was reading! But the game didn't really give me that. Each clue led pretty straightforwardly to the next, and there was only one point at which I got somewhat confused about what box to grab next. I really liked the format of this game, and I recommend it, but I'd really like to see something in the same format with a bit more meat to it.

[lunar-lair]

note: raz has insane mental defences. compare with other facts as story progresses

[no-stabbing-wednesdays]

The Conspiracy Job

I made a post about the “Eliot’s semi-famous identities” conspiracy here and @what---i-dated-a wanted a fic, which got my muse going. So, here it is, and also on AO3

An amazing version of the same concept by @copperbadge was linked in the notes and I recommend you all read that too! The Job Interview Job

The Conspiracy Job

“Oh, not again!”

The others, busy drawing up plans for their latest con, looked over at Hardison. 

“What is it?” Sophie asked.

He brought his display up on the large screen at the front of the room. 

“Someone’s just searched a bunch of Eliot’s old aliases, all at the same time.”

Parker frowned as she looked at the screen. “That doesn’t sound good.”

Eliot was on his feet immediately, concern clear on his face.

“Who is it? CIA? FBI? KGB? Mossad?”

“Give me a second,” Hardison said. “No, I don’t think so. They’re not being flagged on any databases. Someone’s just googling them.”

Eliot relaxed slightly and rolled his eyes. “It’s not those damn conspiracy forums, is it? I thought you got rid of those.”

“I did! They haven’t posted anything, they’re just looking. Oh, they’re here in Portland.”

Eliot tensed again at that, but Hardison shook his head.

“Relax, man. It’s a family house; a couple of dentists and a fifteen year old. If they post anything I’ll take it down, nothing to worry about.”

On the other side of Portland, Julia stepped into her friend Marcie’s bedroom and her eyes widened as she took in the scene before her. Marcie was connecting red threads between grainy, printed-out images on her corkboard and empty bottles of Gatorade littered the desk.

“You have to cool it with this, dude.”

Marcie turned to face her, her hair a mess and her eyes red from lack of sleep, and Julia sighed.

“You look like freaking Charlie Kelly!”

“There’s something here, Jules. I’m sure of it.”

“It’s a couple of athletes and a singer who happen to look similar. It’s hardly the scoop of the century.”

“Look similar? Look similar? Julia, they are completely identical! There are exactly three possibilities.” She held up three fingers in her friend’s face as she counted them off. “Triplets, clones or one ridiculously talented guy.”

“Okaaay, and which one do you think it is?”

“I don’t know,” Marcie answered, turning back to her board. “Triplets? Why would they have different names and hide it? One guy? He’d have to be able to sing and play guitar, baseball and hockey. Why wouldn’t you own up to having that kind of talent? Why go to different places with different names? Clones? I’m leaning clones.”

“Clones? Come on, Marcie.” 

“It’s the most logical explanation.”

“You think someone cloned a human being just to create a one-hit-wonder country singer and some short lived athletes?”

Marcie shrugged. “It could be a trial run or an experiment or something. And you remember that anything I ever said on the forums would mysteriously vanish? I went to look after Jacques Labert turned up and every single forum post was gone! Every one! Doesn’t that sound like a government conspiracy to you?”

“It’s weird,” Julia admitted. “But I think you might be taking this a little too far. If the government were making clones, why would they let them get famous so people could discover it?”

“But they weren’t that famous. Think about it, what were the chances that someone would connect them? There were only ever a couple of us posting on the forums. If I hadn’t happened to be visiting my uncle in Palmerston when Roy Chappell was playing and then gone to Saddle and Spurs for my birthday, I’d never have known.” 

Her eyes widened as a horrifying thought occurred to her . “Then Jacques Labert turned up in my city! What if I’m the connection?”

She swung back to the board and began to write her own name. Julia grabbed her hand.

“Marcie! You’re not the center of a government conspiracy! Besides, who’s this fourth guy again?” She asked, tapping one of the photos in the corner. “You didn’t have anything to do with him, did you?”

“No,” Marcie conceded. “And I told you about him, remember? He’s an animal rights activist who was on the news in San Lorenzo a couple of years ago, talking about dog fights in the Presidential Palace. And he’s Canadian. That’s why it’s so exciting that, after almost two years of nothing new, Jacques Labert, Canadian hockey player, suddenly appears. Was the guy on the news Jacques Labert? If there really is more than one of them in the first place!”

Julia grimaced, increasingly worried about Marcie’s obsession with this wild conspiracy. “He was on the news where?”

“San Lorenzo. It’s this tiny European country. Here look.” Marcie sat at her desk, tapped the name into Google and turned her laptop towards Julia. 

Julia scrolled through a few pictures of the idyllic Mediterranean island, then stopped suddenly and pointed at one of them. 

“Wait, who’s that?”

“Oh, that’s Rebecca Ibañez. It’s a tragic story,” Marcie explained, as she clicked on the link and showed her some clearer pictures. “A couple of years ago, the same time maybe-Jacques Labert was there, there was an election and her fiancé won. But, just as the results were announced, supporters of the former president tried to assassinate him and Rebecca stepped in front and took the bullet for him.”

“She was assassinated?”

“Yes, isn’t it awful?”

Julia shook her head. “She can’t have been.”

“What?”

“She’s my brother Zachary’s acting teacher.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I went to see his play last week and I met her. Her name’s Sophie Devereaux and she’s definitely not dead.”

Marcie looked at her in amazement, a grin breaking out across her face . “And she was in San Lorenzo at the same time as Jacques-Roy-Kenneth! There might be even more to this than I thought!”

Julia, almost as invested as Marcie now that her brother’s odd director was mixed up in this, pulled up a chair and looked on excitedly as her friend brought up another google search. 

Back at the Brewpub, the crew were working out the kinks in their plan while waiting for any sign of the internet sleuth trying to share their ideas about Eliot’s multiple identities.

When the computer pinged again, they all turned to see which of his aliases had been flagged this time, only for their eyes to widen in horror as the search term flashed on the screen.

“Rebecca Ibañez” “Sophie Devereaux”

Sophie gave a gasp that almost turned into a choke. “Wha- wha- what?”

Eliot turned to Hardison, furious. “Oh sure, just dentists and a teenager! Fix. This.”

“I’m trying!” Hardison said. “I can’t find any connections to anything. They look clean.”

“Then look harder!”

Wait, I have something. It’s the kid’s computer.”

“Who’s the kid?” Nate asked.

Hardison pulled up a Facebook page. “Marcie Taylor. She’s a sophomore. She used to post on those stupid Eliot forums that I had to take down every week after Memphis. It was pretty harmless, but I’ve no idea why she’s suddenly looking at Sophie’s aliases.”

He scrolled down the page looking for any kind of hint, when Sophie called out to him to stop.

“Who’s that with her? She looks familiar.”

A few more clicks and Hardison had a name.

“Julia Gutmann. She’s in the same class.”

Gutmann?” Sophie groaned. “I know why she’s familiar. That’s Zachary’s little sister.”

“Zachary? Your acting student Zachary?” Nate asked disbelievingly.

“Yes, she came to our play last week.”

Nate shook his head. “I told you to use an alias at that theater.”

“But I wanted to do this as me,” Sophie protested.

Eliot turned back to Hardison. “So, let me get this straight. The aliases and digital trail that you set up to be uncrackable by international governmental organizations are about to be blown apart by a couple of high schoolers?”

Hardison glowered at him. “They’re only looking at old aliases and they were all burnt when we had to leave Boston anyway. It’s not that bad.”

“Sophie’s still using Sophie,” Eliot argued, nearly yelling now. “And I was only just Jacques Labert and in this city. Now they’ve tied me and her together. How did they even do that? That’s way more than some fifteen year old girls should be able to accomplish on Google.”

“Okay, okay. Don’t panic. They were looking at photos of San Lorenzo. That’s how they found a picture of Sophie."

Sophie glared at him.

"Hey!" he protested. "You're the one who jumped in front of the cameras! I can't control the entire internet you know, and I think the people of San Lorenzo would have noticed if every image of their martyred heroine suddenly vanished.

“It’s just bad luck that Julia had met you. But why were they looking at…” Hardison groaned. “They found that video of Eliot and the puppy somehow.”

“Why didn’t you take that down?” Eliot snapped.

“It’s a thirty second feature on the news from two years ago in a country smaller than Iceland! It wasn’t my top priority!”

“Dammit, Hardison!”

“So, our cover’s going to get blown by kids?” Parker asked, incredulously. 

“No,” Nate insisted. “Well, maybe. But we can manage this. Hardison, don't let them post anything. Sophie, call Zachary. Let’s go steal ourselves some silence.”

[lovebirdgames]

Are you open to asks/scenarios/"What would they do if-"s with the LIs and/or characters in general? There's nothing I love more than getting lore crumbs and pulling out my conspiracy corkboard and red strings while waiting for the final product 😍 One thing that's got me curious is what the main guys wanna do for work once they graduate.

We are totally down for these questions, though sometimes they wind up being answered in the game, so if they get too into spoiler territory, we may choose not to answer! A lot of the guys will actually discuss this with MC so I will be vague.

I'll put it under the cut in case people would rather hear it from them rather than me.

Tom enjoys streaming and is interested in getting a multimedia degree.

Peter has no effin' idea. His parents would love for him to be a doctor.

Clark wants to be the next Mr. Wiley.

Samuel wants to be a professional jazz musician.

Poptart wants to major in psychology and help people if he can make it to college.

Doug is working a part-time job and can't wait to take it full-time so he can save up more money to open his dream business.

Garth is planning a double major in Political Science and Music Theatre. Godspeed, Garth.

[electronicdelusionstarlight]

Ok, here's how I'd set up an actual BNHA Elder Scrolls crossover in case I ever get around to write it:

1) While he's, like, 4 years old in his living room watching TV, Izuku's Quirk activates. It will not get an actual official name but we can call it Planeswalker Spark ala MTG. Basically kid can tear a hole through reality and launch himself into a different plane of existence, which is what Izuku accidentally does here.

2) It's a slow process tho, which gives Inko plenty of time to rush in from where she was to tackle her son away from the sudden green glow brightly shining around him, a impulse decision based on her Instinct to protect him at all costs, which only ends up with both of them getting sent to Skyrim.

3) Izuku incidentally also happens to be a Shezzarine. His quirk is a mutation from her mom's side, whose Quirks usually affect space in some way, and is completely unrelated to this. Anyway, he and Inko are on the cart to Helgen now, usual shit, The plot of Modded Skyrim takes places, with Inko taking on the brunt of the adventure and trying to shelter Dragonborn Izuku from his destiny.

4) After many trials and tribulations, 2 DLCs, 4 guilds, 1 Dragon War, several adopted orphans as well as so many quest mods it's unreal, Lucien Flavius and several members of the College of Winterhold manages to reverse engineer Izuku's quirk, and gives him an enchanted ring to better control it. Kid can now safely use it without risking ending up somewhere completely different from his planned location. Izuku is now 14 years old. He also had to do terrible things no matter how much his mother tried to shelter him and take the brunt of the war crimes. This leads to PTSD obviously, but also to a now blue and orange morality system, chief among them his general disregard with killing or not killing someone.

5) Getting back to 10 years prior, Izuku's Quirk causes a ripple in the Tachion Field surrounding earth, which is felt on I-Island. David Shield spends the remaining 10 years monitoring and trying to better understand the phenomena, since it could be revolutionary in the till then hypothetical field of time and space travel. When Izuku activates his quirk back 10 years later, I-Island has by then built a teleportation device, hijacking Izuku's trip and sending him to I-Island.

6) Meanwhile on a familiar junkyard, Hatsume Mei's scrappy device built via salvaged parts, spit and lots of duct tape comes to life on her back, individuating a sudden tear in the now constantly decaying Tachion Field. It's happening in the middle of the ocean tho, so she can't really deal with it now.

7) Anyway, David Shield needs Izuku at hand for his Quirk, but Izuku and his mom came back to Japan trying to live a double life since by then most of their friends and family are in Tamriel. Except, both of them have been declared dead for years, and Hisashi, the bitch, ran away with the insurance money, so they don't have a life to return to. David Shield can't let them get back to Tamriel tho, again, he needs Izuku on planet for his new research, bit also realizes that if he actually wants to leave he can't really stop him, except Izuku, you know, still wants to become a hero, just like his mom is in Skyrim. So they reach a compromise, he will try to get into UA, and will take a new identity as Mikumo Akatani, usual excuses to have Izuku get into 1-A you know?

8) Izuku can't really make his Quirk public tho. So, after forging his and his mother identities as a foreign dignitary from the states and her son, and his Quirk is listed as "Cataclysm" (The last perk in the destruction skill tree for a Fire (and Earth) mage in the Ordinator Mod). He is after all a member of the college of Winterhold, trained under the Great and Powerful Destruction Magician Uncle J'Zargo the Magnificent himself, of course he knows plenty of spells. However, he can't really explain all of them as one Quirk, or better yet, he can, it would just get really complicated, so he just goes "My mom can move things with her mind, my... Father, ugh, can blow fire from his mouth, obviously my Quirk is being able to control flames with my mind, usually from my hands but some times also via vocalisation."

9) Which means Izuku has to really contain what shit he can do. It's a very superman like situation, since he needs to remain in control at all times and also not slip up and pull spells he couldn't explain as his "fire" quirk, least people start asking questions. Some people however notice.

10) Tsuyu and Todoroki start an unofficial conspiracy theorist fan club over it.

Tsuyu was there with him at the USJ, where in his sudden hyperfocused competence over the crisis situation made her realize A) This is not the first time this boy has almost died in his life and B) Back in the water at the USJ, she could swear she saw his hands shining as some strange light washed over him, and she could swear he could swim as fast as her back then, and for such long periods of time she could swear he could breath underwater. That makes it really suspicious.

Todoroki sees another kid with a powerful fire quirk but also the signs of a hard life and who seems to not like his father, and instantly goes "Oh... same hat." So his conspiracy is that Izuku is actually Endeavour Bastard Son he had after a premarital affair during a visit to the states 14 years prior, and he has a corkboard to prove it. He also realizes that he's trying to contain his power just like he is, which makes him believe he too must have done a pledge just like him.

11) Shinso beats Bakugou on the first match of the tournament. Doesn't really matter to the overall crossover I just wanted to point this out.

12) Anyway, this explodes during the Sports Festival. It's Todoroki Vs Midoriya, and 1) everyone is comparing the two due to similar Quirks, which Izuku finds really unfair to both of them, 2) Todoroki is being a stubborn ass with his quirk and 3) Izuku can't really talk now l, can't he? That would make him an hypocrite, and he might be a Mage, an Honorary member of the Explorer Guild, a Dragonborn and also a Bard College Student for some reason, but he's not a hypocrite, so he just up and SNAPS because hey, maybe Todoroki will actually unleash his full potential if someone else does it first too.

13) So, Izuku Midoriya, on national television, starts blasting. Armour Spells, Ice Spells, Lightning Spells, Mind Spells, Water, Wind, Air, Poison, turns himself invisible, summons a Dremora Champion, shouts with the power of the souls of the Dragons his mother slew, Todoroki actually has to start using his fire but is mostly out of sheer survival now ("There is always a bigger fish out there, and one day you deciding not to use your full power just because of a stupid pledge will get someone killed. Trust me, I know. You better start realizing that now Todoroki"), and is still a close match because Izukus spells all start from his hands or mouth after all, and Todoroki has now something to prove more than ever.

14) Without his robes on tho, Izuku Magicka is depleted in the end, ending up in a tie as the two collapse from exhaustion. Rather than an arm wrestling match this time, Izuku is disqualified due to the sudden mutation of his Quirk. He's fine with it and probably expected it, bit this still bums Todoroki out, as well as all of his classmates and friends.

15) After the Festival there are 4 leading theories on Izuku now:

A) All Might, discovering via Tsukuachi that Izuku's identity is fake, as well that he looks a bit like a missing case kid from 10 years ago, AND knowing that AFO is back due to the USJ... Believes Izuku is a mole, and is working, willingly or unwillingly, for AFO after he was implanted with all those Quirks. He is now incredibly suspicious of him, and it kind of shows. Nighteye is on the same page despite not having talked to the man in years, and is subtly trying to have Mirio scout out the kid to see if he's a threat. Mirio is too much of a Golden Retriever to even realize what has been asked of him tho, and just think Nighteye wants him to befriend another kid with a promising Quirk.

B) Todoroki now knows the truth. Izuku is Monoma's long lost twin brother. His Quirk allows him to copy the Quirks of those around him (Iron Skin and Stone Skin would be Tetsu Tetsu and Kirishima Quirks after all, Invisibility is Hakagure, Fire and Ice are either his or Bakugou's, Lightning is Kirishima, and Tsuyu mentioned how he could swim and breath underwater while near her, meaning he was using her Quirk). He has connected the dots.

C) AFO still remembers his brother's lover, the stories she came up with, the long periods of times she was gone, only to return with a haunted look in her eyes... The powers she hid from him, thinking he wouldn't notice, the way she fled right after his brother lay lifeless on the ground, almost disappearing into thin air with his broken body... The family his brother hid so well from him, as if they were in another world all together... They never told him, but he knew, he knew she had some sort of Quirk, one that had been then inherited by this new Mikumo Akatani, so similar to HIM yet so different, back from the other world in revenge for his ancestor.

He has to capture that kid. He's family after all, and his quirk belongs to him, it's his by right as his brother's keeper. And with it, he will be able to extend his reach to worlds beyond his own.

D) the official version, the one David Shield puts out, is that Izuku's Quirk evolved unexpectedly due to the new environment he was in, mentioning it as a precursor of Quirk Singularity.

E) The only one who actually got it is Hatsume. She can tell Izuku is the source of the Tachion Spikes and subsequent decays as he "returns home" in Skyrim when leaving school, so she perfectly understands that he's a powerful warlock from across dimension who had come here with the power of science and unholy magic to infiltrate society posing as a hero. Obviously, she's going to help him do it becoming his evil vizier and grand artificer of course. Worst case scenario, she can now market the shit out of him as a hero using her babies, best one, he succeeds and she gets to rule Australia out of their "Deal." I say "Deal" because Izuku isn't even sure he got half of what she was saying, but she seems nice and if Skyrim taught him anything is that you should treasure everyone willing to be your friend, so they hang out together, scheming and plotting without even realising it.

Tsuyu however pretty much got the gist of what Hatsume was saying (it was a crowded lunch break after all) and while she does know Izuku doesn't seem the type of the interdimensional conqueror, she still decides to call dibs on North America in exchange of becoming his Grand Admiral.

And Who knows, maybe he'll end up starting an actual line of Dragonborn Emperors there too.

Anyway that's the rough draft.

[afterthegreatunknown]

Let’s Talk About Thursday

Even though this is a sequel fic to other fics of mine, specifically It Must Be Thursday (and It Must Be Friday), this can be read as a stand alone. All you need to know is that everyone survived the Great Unknown and are living together.

“They're onto me, Fiona! They’re all onto me!” Quigley step down the basement stairs and begins running a hand through his hair. “Hector, your brother…even your stepfather is starting to realize it! They’re all surprisingly sharp as nails! You can't put anything past them! Oh my—I am freaking out! I am so stressed out. I think I’m almost getting a panic attack.”

“Oh? You want to talk about stress? You want to talk about stress!?” Fiona follows after Quigley and runs to the washing and drying machine, where she starts to pull out something hiding behind them. “Did you know I accidentally stumbled upon a major conspiracy about my family years ago and didn’t realize it properly until recently? Quigley, how about that for stress?”

Quigley stops running his hand through his hair. “You found out about a what in your family?”

Fiona pulls out a large size corkboard. Pin onto it is old newspapers rip articles of the Anwhistle Aquatic Fire, a photograph of five people—two men who look like brothers, one man with a paratheses shape mustache that is clearly Fiona’s stepfather, a woman holding a pocket grammar book, and a man in the middle whose face is creased away so many times it’s now gone— and pieces of papers torn from her commonplace book. All are connected by blue yarn, and in the center of the board is a hand-drawn sketch of a tree. One branch is label “CALIBAN”, one branch is label “FERNALD”, and one branch is label “ANWHISTLE”.

“Even though my stepfather is truly trying his best to stop being a trashcan for the last year since our escape from that creature out at sea,” begins Fiona, as she props the corkboard to stand against both machines, “it doesn’t change the fact I have enough evidence to prove he —and possibly Fernald— are deliberately postponing a discussion about my biological father!”

Quigley whistles, and rubs the temples of his forehead. “Talk about a conspiracy theory board.”

“Why thank you! It took me days to get the layout nice and organized so it’s easy on the eyes. As you can see, that right there is the Caliban Family. Now let’s talk about the Caliban Family. I really want to talk about the Caliban Family!” Fiona pulls out a telescopic pointing stick from out of nowhere, and points to the “CALIBAN” branch of the family tree.

“Back when Stepfather and I were living on the Queequeg, we would get a few dispatches for a T. Caliban that were always sent to us by mistake. Stepfather never read them, but I did. I always wonder who is T, for I know no one in the Caliban Family has a name starting with T.”

Fiona moves the pointing stick to the ripped pieces of paper from her commonplace book. Quigley leans closer to see one written as “T.F.” while the other has “Office Room 108.”

“What the hell is a T.F., Fiona?” asks Quigley, as he awkwardly raises his hand in the air for bit. “Taco Friday? Wait. You know what? That sounds pretty appealing right now actually.”

“No. Please put your hand down. I’m not teaching a lesson. Now, one dispatch for T was supposed to go to Q–––– in the Kingdom of Arizona, but it ended up getting sent to us. I didn’t throw it away because Stepfather and I had to go to City’s Headquarters the next day.”

Fiona soon smacks the pointing stick onto “FERNALD”. “Stepfather got dragged into a sudden meeting and give out his report, so he told me to wait in the lobby and read magazines and eat the free candy to pass the time. I decided to take my chance and ask the secretary if T. Caliban is at headquarter. He told me T doesn’t go by his married name of Caliban anymore. He went back to his original last name, Fernald. Fernald, as in my brother’s first and last name.”

Quigley whistles again, widening his eyes in amazement. “That’s a rather fast possible reveal.”

“How bold of you to think it’s this simple. I go to his office and knock on his door. I knock and call out, “Mr. Fernald? Mr. Fernald?” for several minutes. And what do I find out? There is no Mr. Fernald!” Fiona smacks the pointer stick onto the same spot. “His office is empty! There’s an open filing cabinet, a folder holding a report about the different tree species, a cup of black coffee, but the man is absent! As I leave his room, I see that right across it is G.A.’s office.”

“Quick interruption!” Quigley raises his hand again. “Is G.A. the deceased volunteer who is interested in taxidermy? I think Jacques mention a G.A. once, but he didn’t go further than that.”

“Different G.A., Quigley,” answers Fiona calmly, as she points to the photograph of the five people. “This G.A. is Gregor Anwhistle, the deceased volunteer who is interested in ichnology and the brother to Dr. Isaac ‘Ike’ Anwhistle, and brother-in-law to Josephine Anwhistle. Please stop putting your hand up. You’re making me feel like I’m tutoring you.”

Quigley sheepishly puts his hand down and rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “Sorry. It’s just that the pointing stick is suddenly reminding me of my old tutor. The way you’re speaking honestly feels like I was back in my geography lesson again.”

“Ah.” Fiona nods her head and smiles. “My old tutor used to do it too. She mainly did it when it came to foreign languages. It’s weird that our V.F.D. tutors use a pointing stick to teach us, but our teachers at the public school don’t. Maybe V.F.D believes we can’t focus on anything without—Hey! We’re going off topic! Um…Shoot. Where was I? Oh, that’s right! G.A.’s office!”

Fiona moves the pointing stick to “ANWHISTLE”, with her eyebrows narrow in deep thought. “Despite it being unused for years, I see that the door is now ajar. It’s as if someone was in it and left after I entered Mr. Fernald’s room. I got nosy and investigate to see if anyone’s there.”

“Was there anyone there?” asks Quigley. “I feel this Mr. Fernald is a coward and hid in there.”

“I suspected that too. Someone recently sat on Gregor’s old armchair. If it was Mr. Fernald, he did a good job on evading me like the deserter that he is. I couldn’t help but be nosy and dug around to find anything interesting. And I did! But I didn’t think it that interesting at the time!”

Fiona digs through her pockets and hums for bit, before pulling out a small white box. She throws it to Quigley, who barely catches it without tripping. Quigley opens it up to see a silver necklace chain with a circular pendant. On the pendant to see there’s a small engraving of a small heart and two simple two words: “For Frigga.”

“Aw! Thank you for the token of our newfound friendship,” says Quigley in a cheerful tone. “I was wondering why it took so long! But I think you got someone’s else pendent by mistake after visiting the jewelry store though. You could get a refund for this.”

Fiona walks over to Quigley and gently swats him on the shoulder. “Yours is still at the shop getting made. This is what I found in Gregor’s office. This pendent has my mother’s name on it.”

Quigley quickly put the top back on the box, and slowly turns to stare at Fiona. “Wait a minute. Since Mr. Fernald really is—why would Gregor have this in his office? Unless that man brought it with him for sentimental purposes of his first marriage, wouldn’t it be the other way around?”

“I honestly don’t know how to make sense of it. Despite taking the pendant for my own —it has my mother’s name after all— I didn’t put much thought into it until a few weeks ago. Remember I told you my stepfather dragged Hector into an argument that was about my biological father?”

“Oh yeah.” Quigley nods his head. “I guess their argument brought up the memory. Did you research the Anwhistle Aquatic Fire alone, or did Duncan and Isadora agree you help you out?”

Fiona shakes her head, places a hand onto one of Quigley’s shoulders, and pushes up her triangle glasses again. Her glasses weirdly shine bright underneath the dim basement light. Fiona and Quigley didn’t speak for a few seconds, thought it feels like minutes to them both.

“Your brother and sister didn’t help me. I did this all by myself. It took a while, but I found a few articles that go into more detail, especially about Gregor’s almost nonexistent personal life. I did the research myself because I’m the only person who knows about your theory, after all. How much of research do you have for it in your commonplace book?”

Quigley scratches his cheek. “Not much. It’s only two pages. Though I think it’s enough to know who the missing man’s identity in the photograph is. Where did you get that photo anyway?”

“Gregor’s office. I took it because I wanted to show my stepfather what I found, but I saw him talking to a woman in a white coat with blonde hair and cat eye glasses frames.” Fiona closes her eyes and shudders. “She’s the reason why I could never tell him. That spy kept her sight on Stepfather as long as possible when she was still part of the Crew of Two.”

Fiona soon opens she eyes again and gives out a sigh at Quigley. “Regrettably, that’s all I got regarding my biological father. Even though our theories aren’t one and the same, it’s obvious they’re adjacent to each other. How do you feel about combining our theories together to make one super theory to bombard onto my stepfather, Fernald, and Hector?”

“Oh, I’m up for it!” Quigley once again raise his hand in the air. “Another quick question though: Do we need to upgrade the size of the conspiracy board to accommodate my research?”

[the-thirteenth-fantasy]

Org XIII as weird shit I found on romwe

because i’m a broke bitch and the org only gets paid in what the heartless drop so they are too.

part 2 with an even shiftier site coming soon ;)

Xemnas:

we need to bring the cow print jokes back. continue to bully this man. also this is just both his outfits rolled in one comfy-ass set of pjs. that crop top is perfect for showing off the Man Tits and the booty shorts are perfect for showing off the Superior Ass.

Xigbar:

you KNOW he is tacky enough to wear gun earrings. fuck, he’d get his ears pierced specifically FOR these. he THRIVES on people telling him his taste in jewelry sucks ass and with every mean comment he grows more powerful.

Xaldin:

look, he just strikes me as a chains kinda guy. maybe that’s just my emo punk ass getting horny on main over questionable fashion choices but look at that dinky little dragon and tell me he wouldn’t love that dumb shit.

Vexen:

you look at me and tell me this man ain’t buckwild for aliens. you TRY to convince me he wouldn’t have been trying to raid area 51 back at alienstock. You Cannot. he has an entire corkboard in his room to sort out conspiracy theories and NONE of them make ANY SENSE, babey!!!

Lexaeus:

y’know those cute lil teddy bears you’d see in a rustic log cabin that make you nostalgic for a time you’ve never known, but seen in old kid’s books? yeah they’re his weakness. he is absolutely compelled to protect anything this cute or with this vibe.

Zexion:

dark acedemia is just the vibe he lives for. bag that looks like a leatherboung book straight from Ansem the Wise’s library that he used to get lost in as a kid? shut up and take his money.

Saix:

Saix is a practical man. the moon empowers him. buy a second, smaller moon? even more powerful. he is twice as productive because he is always looking at the thing that makes him strong.

Axel:

some extremely gay socks for everyone’s favorite flaming homosexual. the second he sees these bad boys he smashes the buy button and never takes the damn things off.

Demyx:

look. he just thinks it’s neat. we all know he’s the most likely to splurge on excellent dumb shit and what exactly is a dinosaur backpack but excellent dumb shit to splurge on? he can and will name it Muffin, appoint it the honorary number XV and then rename it Muffinx to fit the naming scheme.

Luxord:

look, he bought these as a joke to use in the poker league. they’re over the top and obnoxious and he thought he’d get a good laugh out of them, but then about halfway through the game he started a massive winning streak and bled the other members dry, so heart of the cards, amirite lads? they’re now one of his favorite decks.

Marluxia:

Listen, hoing on a budget ain’t easy. You gotta really just indulge the magpie in your brain and take whatever thing seems vaguely pretty. He knows that! and this pleases the inner magpie! he’s gotta take every opportunity to be a flashy bitch.

Larxene:

She knows she’s a bad bitch. She knows she can pull them off. and she sure as shit knows that whoever thinks they can call these dumb will be electrocuted at a moment’s notice without regret.

Roxas:

Roxas is a simple guy. He sees something that makes him smile and he would like to have it in his life. What even is a chicken? He’s never seen one before! But now he has and he absolutely loves it. This was the first thing he’s ever bought online and he’d never been more excited than when the dusks brought the package home. He has decided to name her Nugget.

Xion:

Now, this is definitely a tacky as hell necklace, but do you honestly think Xion knows that? Do you think she knows the rules of fashion? No. She sees bright colors and seashells and she loves both of those things so now she’s wearing this EVERYWHERE. The few members that voice their distaste can’t affect her because she thinks it’s pretty and it’s not her problem that they can’t see it.

[ariyadaivaris]

jack’s kinda past the point of talking! he tried that already, and now he’s just trying to kick brian’s head in, but he’s still technically a gentleman, and under the right circumstances, he’d be more than willing to play along with a parlay again.

this is from that massive heel!jack/face!ariya post i wrote awhile ago but WOW we’re like.....actually.....kinda getting something in the vein of this! like, ariya’s not involved which means it’s automatically not gonna be as good but we’re actually getting the duel callback! like...holy SHIT guys

though i will say: brian kendrick is NOT ariya daivari, these are not the right circumstances for a parlay and MUCH less for a duel, and also brian’s gonna be shot and killed next week on live television so get ready to pour one out for the drunken sailor, i guess