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Brain-fficial' yeong-suk, 'Confucian boy' Upper Iron to the back of the head? 'Choices time' yeong-suk passing Upper Iron
#Choices#Dating Naked#Communication channel#Princess Rongshou#Kwangsoo#Chenghua Emperor#FAKE: Fake Money#Fake Teachers#Fake Assets:#Love Triangle (DJ Ivy mix)#Brain-fficial
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Just gonna have to wait and see, right? Just wait and see! Just gotta wait and see! Who knows, we'll just have to wait and see! It's anybody's guess, we'll just have to wait and see! The future is exciting, we just gotta wait and see!
#personal#my art#Fuck your fake ass 'i am very smart!' intellectualizing “observations” and open your god damn ears.#do something for fucks sake. it's sickening seeing videos of ai crap and seeing rows and rows of repliers using their one brain synapse#to type “wow! very exciting!” “haha this is kind of scary! but in a really interesting way!”#and then they go about their day without a second thought while creative industries burn around them#i go to one of america's top tech schools too and it's enough to make you wanna tear our your hair#every day it's seminars and talks about “the potential consequences of ai!” when the consequences are happening NOW#NO MORE DISCUSSING NO MORE INTELLECTUALIZING NO MORE SOCRATIC SEMINARS NO MORE DEBATING. ACT YOU COWARDS#people are getting hurt RIGHT NOW. stop pretending to care when you clearly don't! just be honest and say you wanna make money#my time here has really made me hate academic spaces. you people are so god damn useless and cowardly.
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Overindulgent father Astarion who tells his children they’re allergic to any kind of jewellery that isn’t made of the highest grade Dwarven crafted gold.
It’s not even because Astarion might have a certain aversion to silver, no, he just raises his children to have standards, thank you very much.
And it doesn’t end with shiny things, oh no…
The Ancunín brood is known to be dressed in perfectly woven cotton, silk and soft leather clothes, no matter the occasion.
They’re seen playing with expensive toys, reading artfully illustrated books that certainly belong behind thick glass, not in children’s sticky hands.
There’s even talk that one of the children is not as naturally inclined to music as his parents claim him to be, surely his lyre must be enchanted—the instrument certainly looks extravagant enough!
And then there’s always this air of effortless haughtiness surrounding the Ancunín children whenever their nannies and servants are parading them through town as if they were perfect little dolls; objects to show off the wealth their parents acquired in quite the mysterious ways.
So, it’s no secret that Astarion and Tav are pampering their children—some might say they’re even spoiling them rotten.
And maybe they are, especially Astarion.
But he doesn’t see why he should raise them any other way, nor does he want to.
When it comes to his children, Astarion has his own standards, and as long as Tav agrees with him nothing really matters.
Because, these people, they don’t know anything about the Ancuníns.
They don’t know that it’s not unusual for Astarion to wash out dirt and mud and strawberry stains from comically small finery, leaving behind only the memories of a day spent playing in the garden, chasing after ducks, picking flowers, lazing in the sun…
That any holes and tears the children’s clothes might suffer are quickly mended, making them look as good as new in no time.
Nor do they know that Astarion doesn’t mind fashioning a brand new dress to match that of a favourite doll, either. Or to embroider a pretty vest with the likeness of that stray cat the children seem to adore, although their father would rather they don’t touch the mangy animal.
No, those people know nothing at all...
“Not tired!” Astarion’s youngest cries; the vehement denial of her father’s earlier accusation is cut short by a telltale yawn.
The room still smells of fragrant lavender oil and peaches even when the bath water has already grown tepid, just one or two degrees above what Astarion would consider too cold to be enjoyable.
Amused, he raises an eyebrow at the protesting toddler before he lifts her out of the copper bathtub with little effort.
By now, he knows every step of this game.
“Tut-tut, my dear child, what did mama and I say?” Astarion kneels, quickly wrapping a soft towel around the child to keep her warm. “We only tell lies outside of this house.”
Unfazed by her father’s gentle scolding, the girl crosses her arms that haven’t yet lost their puppy fat across her chest, reminding Astarion a little too much of a very displeased Tav.
Suppressing a sigh, he leans back to consider the pouting child, wondering what could possibly be upsetting her this time—the list is growing longer by the day, after all.
“What’s the matter, dear?” Astarion asks gently, hoping it’s something easily fixable as it’s growing rather late.
“Want apple!”
Decades ago, Astarion might’ve rolled his eyes—he knows exactly which stupid apple the child wants, it’s been haunting him all day—but once he started to treat his children’s problems as if they were his own, his life has grown somewhat easier.
“Why, let’s get an apple on our way to bed, then. Would that be alright, Your Highness?”
The girl promptly nods her head, allowing Astarion to pat her hair dry before dressing her in a clean night dress.
She rests her cheek against her father’s shoulder as he carries her first to the kitchen to grab a fragrant apple and a knife, then to her bedroom where they settle on the cosy window seat, just like they do every night.
Soft moonlight is pouring through the windows; the child giggles at the way the knife’s blade is catching the silver light as Astarion peels and cuts the apple into even pieces.
“Here you go,” he finally says, giving the slice of apple one last examining look before surrendering it to the impatient little hands reaching for it. “A sweet treat for my little sweet. Doesn’t it taste so much better when we don’t eat it off the floor, darling?” And when it’s not crawling with ants…
The appeased toddler nibbles at the juicy fruit as Astarion carefully combs through her still-damp curls.
Her hair’s getting long, he notices, knowing that taking care of it will become more time-consuming each day.
Once, Astarion would’ve thought this task tedious, brushing out hair that’s not his own, oiling and braiding it for no other reason than knowing his children enjoy him doing it.
But that’s why he loves doing it in the first place, he supposes.
Astarion can tell by his toddler’s heartbeat that sleep is about to claim her.
The half-eaten slice of apple is still clutched in her little fist as he cradles the child to his chest, slowly rising from the window seat to put her to bed.
He’s just about to lay the child down that the fruit drops to the floor, his daughter’s tiny hand clutching at his shirt instead.
“Thank you, papa,” she mumbles, more asleep than awake.
Astarion pauses.
He breathes in the clean, yet unique scent of the little girl that is forever engraved in his brain, the same way he knows under which exact constellation she was born. When she took her first steps, what her first word was. Soon, he will have to memorise her favourite colour, and what she likes to eat when dirty apples won’t be that appealing anymore.
By now, Astarion knows this game by heart, knows that with every year that passes, he has something new to learn about his children.
And sometimes he wonders what it’s like to grow up with clean bed sheets and full bellies. Sleep filled with naught but warmth and happy memories. Ever open doors and tears that are dried by tender kisses. Living in a house where mistakes and anger are welcomed, safe.
He wonders what it’s like for his children to know that their father’s love comes without conditions. Not now and not ever.
Sitting down on the bed, Astarion holds his youngest a little closer to his chest, unwilling to let go of her, yet.
He’s often accused of spoiling his children when most people can only just grasp the very surface of his love for them, the bare minimum of what he feels for his one and only, precious family.
These baseless accusations are as unimportant to Astarion as the people voicing them.
He’s raising his children to have standards, wants them to take their father’s love for granted, to accept nothing less but pure devotion.
It’s the only way Astarion knows how to love them, the only way that comes most naturally to him.
Astarion looks down at his little girl, now fast asleep, a gentle smile tugging at her lips.
After all these years—all these children—he’s still in awe watching them sleep in his arms as if no harm in the world could ever befall them.
And it won’t—not if Astarion can help it.
“No, thank you, my heart,” he whispers, pressing a kiss against the crown of the toddler’s head.
When it comes to his children, Astarion holds himself to the highest standard.
#astarion#baldurs gate 3#bg3#baldur's gate 3#dadstarion#astarion x tav#astarion headcanons#astarion x f!tav#baldur's gate astarion#astarion ancunin#to the best worst dad#astarion father of the year every year#emicha writes#idk how this turned out this long#I just put my daddy issues to work#I'm thinking about writing more casual one shot length pieces like this more often though#btw anyone else who only got real gold jewellery as a child?#having a grandma who told them fake jewellery isn't good for your skin?#and now that you're an adult you're left with a certain standard for jewellery but no money to actually pay for it?#because that's really funny ha!#I'll sleep better knowing the ancunin brood will just steal their jewellery even when they're not destitute
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OK but I really love how unhinged Neil comes off in other people's POV cause looking back at the first three novels he was so damn weird
Take what happened in Colombia
Imagine what Andrew was thinking
Holy crap this binder WTF?!?! OK he's sus as hell I've gotta test him, I'm gonna mess with the tags when I refold his clothes but like...I doubt even he's THAT crazy
*Neil barges in and starts shouting in FRENCH*
OK so he IS that crazy (and French?!)
OK I'm gonna spike his drink and get some answers in a minute just gonna leave him with Aaron and Nicky for a sec while I satisfy my Gay panic this runaway has inspired in me with Roland and then I'll just...WTF DID HE JUST PAY A GUY TO KNOCK HIM OUT?!
OK I'm gonna pick up some breakfast and when I get back to the house I can interrogate the....OK ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME THIS DUBIOUS TWINK CRAWLED OUT OF THE BATHROOM WINDOW?!
OK so he's not around let's get back to Palmetto he probably got a ride from one of the upperclassmen
OK he didn't...did he run away? I guess that makes some sens... OK wait he HITCHHIKED?! THE FUCK?!
OK THIS ASSHOLE SPEAKS GERMAN TOO?!
OK he's on the run from the mob...there are a lot of holes in this story but at this point I'm gonna take his word for it that he's isn't a danger to my people cause I don't have the energy to continue to pursue this anymore. This fucking guy is more unhinged than what I was prepared to deal with this weekend.
#aftg#all for the game#tsc#the sunshine court#neil josten#andrew minyard#andrew was more tired than Neil was after that weekend 🤣#you won the batttle kind of andrew but neil won that war#not to shade nicky and aaron but wingus and dingus were not the ones you should have left neil with TWICE#also its cracker dust not truth serum it was a weird plan to start with and nicky and aaron were more high and more drunk than neil was#they were not the ones who should have been left in charge#also by letting neil out of sight for all those hours he hitchhiked let him come up with a plausible lie#that held up until BALTIMORE#like my dude you had the binder you should have hid it and threatened to burn a page wverytime neil lied#cause if the money was from riko paying neil to be a mole he would NOT want it burned#and what hes gonna go to the cops about his ill gotten cash and fake ids? you could have had him andrew#ps i imagine neil saying all of this to Andrew when that first time in Colombia is ever brought up#just critiquing his methods#andrew isnt one for regret but neil picking holes in his plan and pointing out what HE would have done makes him feel pretty damn close#he probably finds it annoyingly attractive too tho
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Half the jobs Fox is sent on are not within his jurisdiction. This certainly isn’t.
Planetary protection unit, they said. Military police. Orbital security force.
And now Fox is being pointed at Count Dooku on some backwater planet and told to fetch. How the mighty have fallen.
He’s pretty sure Kenobi, Skywalker and their units could’ve karked this all up perfectly fine on their lonesome; they don’t need three Guardsmen there to watch them do it. But the Chancellor says jump and Fox surpressed the urge to bash his head in with a durasteel chair. So it goes.
Which is when things start going terribly, terribly wrong, of course.
“Is that Spinder?!”, Skywalker exclaims, arms wheeling out in the air wildly to try and catch his balance. “The Count fucks?!”
Across the room, Cody rips his helmet off, several shades redder than a baseline human should be. “The Count fucks my brother?!”
Two lightsticks hover uselessly in the air, Skywalker’s zig-zagging in a relentless hum with his gesturing. Fox stands stock-still, in the hope that maybe he’ll spontaneously turn invisible if he does. Around them, 501st and 212th troopers gape through helmets. Behind him, Nuisance gasps for air amidst screaming laughter.
Ping, went Fox’s comm unit, in that unmistakeable lascivious jingle sound. Ping, answered Count Dooku’s within a split second. Match found close by.
For a moment, Fox considers what it would be like to run at the Count’s lightsaber at full speed.
…not like that.
“Count”, Kenobi says, with a face like he’s bitten into a rotten fruit. Not that Fox knows what fruit tastes like. “This is a highly… unexpected development.” He fwoosh-es his lightsaber shut, obviously having given up on fighting. “I’d call it a conflict of interest, but I’m not sure that applies?”
“Oh, it’s gonna be a conflict of something, for sure”, Cody hisses, fists clenched at his sides. He looks about ready to boil over, with Crys and Waxer inching closer in preparation. “What have you done to my brother, you monster?!”
“I don’t think you want to know that, Commander”, Nuisance gasps out between barks of laughter, proving why he’s eternally Fox’s least favourite. Cody’s splotchy red complexion slowly fades into ghostly white as a sheen of horror settles over the room. “Thanks for the fancy chocolate bouquet last week, Count!”
Dooku, who has been thus far staring at the floor with an empty thousand-klick stare, looks up at that. Fox has seldom seen a man that defeated outside of the mirror, he has to admit - but shudders when he remembers exactly what the chocolates were for.
Oh Force, he’s sexted Count Dooku into buying him gifts. Does that make him a Seppie spy? Traitor by proxy?
“I feel”, says the Count, gravely, still holding his long red laserknife in a white-knuckled death-grip, “that I have been taken for a fool.”
“Uh”, says Fox, nervously. All eyes snap to him. Oh Force, oh Force, oh Force. They’re going to invent a whole new kind of decommissioning for this and name it after Fox.
“Is it really scamming if you actually get what you pay for?”, asks Grids, considering. Fox slowly pulls off his helmet just for the comforting feeling of burying his head in his gloved palms. The sounds of a struggle ensue, and Kenobi makes a choked-off noise. Maybe if he’s embarrassed enough he’ll give himself an aneurysm.
“Grandmaster, why are you paying people for naked pictures of themselves on the holonet?!” Kenobi asks, despairingly. “Aren’t you a little old for that?”
“Oi, no one said I was naked!”, Fox exclaims, head whipping up.
“So naked”, Nuisance laughs, palm thumping against the floor. He might be crying.
“I’m not decrepit”, the Count blusters, and Skywalker makes a gagging noise. “I have - there are needs, and they are perfectly natural!” It takes three troopers to restrain Cody from launching himself at the Count.
#commander fox#count dooku#spinder: space tinder#commander cody#obi wan kenobi#anakin skywalker#sw tcw fic idea#fox licks his lips at some point and dooku’s eyes flicker down to watch#they share a look of horror#two more vod’e and obi wan have to combine forces to restrain cody#not exactly fake dating but close enough (i apologize)#you ask you receive and that is a threat#how did you even match with him fox screams cody did he infiltrate coruscant????!#fox who is not about to admit that he’s embezzling from the chancellors office to pay for his galaxy wide spinder beskar subscription sweats#they all agree to go home to recover after except for cody that is cody has just promoted dooku to public enemy no 1#is there a u up? text or not you decide#stone shakes his head forlornly when he hears. the others are laughing too hard#that’ll teach you to scam old men on the holonet stabby says#(it does not the chocolates were too nice)#introducing guard trooper grids#aka grievous’ tiddies#griddies for short sirs she grins at the strategy meeting#or grids for cowards she adds and obi wan gives her a strained smile#anakin refers to her exclusively by full name out of protest#fox wants to bang his head into a wall in frustration#you’ve done enough banging for the day vod says nuisance with a grin#it unleashes cody’s boiling rage anew#there is no resolution to this idk make it a fix it if you want to#or just picture fox continuing to scam dooku for all he’s worth that old man has too much money anyways
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#OH NO THE IDOL BEAM HAS HIT EVERYONE EXCEPT THE MEANEST ONES IN THE CLAN 🤣#can u imagine.... the absolute catty group energy coming out of these 3 if they had to sing together...#the idol beam bazooka is one of aster's fave weapons of ???profit#rei and kuya hate standing beside each other so dante always has to be in the middle#everyone who attends any of their shows will get their memory instantly wiped after the event#whether it's by illusory magic or fiery explosion (fire comas don't completely erase the memory but they'll certainly distract)#or father directly clawing someone's eyes out#actually i wouldn't put it past kuya to just make an entire illusion out of the thing#so he wouldn't have to move at all or put any effort into the silly song and dance.#he sittin backstage with the catering table while the audience screams for the fake show happening on stage#kuya the pioneer of IRL MMV projection magic. incredible#actually u kno what. aster hits them with the idol beam#and every show is just the three of them playing UNO#that would still bring in money#the drama. the intrigue. the competitive spirits flaring and tables being flipped. what a spectacle#nu carnival#nu carnival aster#nu carnival dante#nu carnival kuya#nu carnival rei
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Tumblr keeps popping up to sell me ad free dashboard. But what it doesn't understand is that me and the ads have a sort of symbiosis at this point.
The guys from the fake gameplay trailers for a predatory mobile app are my blorbos
#the kings return to do WHAT?#oh my god they put him in a situation#last year he was solving fake puzzles and this year he is shooting hordes of zombies while trying to chokse#which gate that looks like all the other gates in all the other shooting hordes of zombies games#ooh whats my little phoenix wright up to?#begging to be drooled on by a giant cyclops with gianter boobs?#hell yeah you go little pheonix knight#endure or divorce! what will she pick! blond bimbo and boo monstersinc freeze to death in the cold water#my heart will go on#after their nasty dad ate all the food! the tragedy#oh heres another trailer with that same nasty dad! hes snorkling? where is my daccoon eyed woman WHAT THE FUC#SOMEONE POURED (POOP?) INTO HIS SNORKLE THATS SO TERRIBLE#theyre running away wherre is the bimbo oh its all frozen#everythign froze so fast and now nasty dad is in a winter coat and also changed his entire physique#now hes gathering logs now hes buikding a settlement#damn guess we know what happened after the divorce!#and thats how you know the winter log game is by the same company as (one of many) repair the house game#thry got nasty dad model#and he is GOING places#if yiu ever hear 'i finally found a game that is exactly what they show in the ads!' no you didnt#i would love to play the fat guy fighting a horse for the last drop of water#hes like me fr#but hes too busy building underground rooms with the hot chick who may or may not die#SPEAKING OF HOT CHICKS i love that game where you romance a level 10 babe#not a crook or informant thats her whole job description#level 10 babe#she cqn be romanced by picking her off the ground or by showing her money (which you dont have)#but the other guy does!#i wonder what halpens to her#oh good shes upgraded to mafia wife! good for her and she has some buns in the oven too she must be so happOH NO
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My Pticenoga is finally in the Borderlands series now! ...I wish lol. It’s a screenshot edit + draw-in I made for fun, presenting how Hedwig would look like in the game, both human and harpy/siren versions. Maybe I’ll actually learn Blender and make her model in the future, we’ll see. At least Vaughn can enjoy some double trouble here xD (his model was made by mcemily + I applied some edits in photoshop) An old fake screenshot can be found here UPD: I made an “in-game” scene, just because I can
UPD2: added come cursed thing I made a couple of months ago but forgot about it lol
#pticenoga#harpy#siren#au#borderlands#borderlands AU#Fake Screenshot#vaughn#Vaughn the Money Man#art#artists on tumblr#nataliedecorsair#natalie de corsair#Tales from the Borderlands#SFM#sfm poster
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'I am solo' 16th, hot hot ... Upper Iron's final she is yeong-suk? Delia Ketchum?
#Flirting#Chenghua Emperor#Delia Ketchum#FAKE: Fake Money#Fake Teachers#Fake Assets:#Confessions#United States of America
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Someone should make a fanfic au where L actually does win and sends Light to prison but keeps secretly breaking him out again to play cat and mouse w him over and over. Bonus points if Light knows exactly what’s going on and goes Freak Mode™️ by laying (fatal) silly puzzles and traps for his favorite detective to fall into as they each try to psychologically torture each other as a form of long distance flirting
(Alternatively there should be a oneshot fanfic about lawlight inspired by that one scorpion and frog crossing the stream post that I can’t find (it’s very long and made me cry if anyone has seen it or needs a better description pls send it/ask me and I’ll try to describe it better) where it takes all the aus we’ve made of them and turns it into a never ending time loop fanfic where they both die at the end, where L wins, where Light wins, where they both loose, where they live a life far away from Kira and Great Detectives, where they kill each other, where they save each other, where one is always the scorpion and one is always the frog and they’re both doomed to each other forever, both doomed to their own self destructive tendencies, doomed to drown without each other and because of each other. Idk I didn’t explain that well but you picking up what I’m puttin down?)
#which btw ryuk is there the whole time#light doesn’t have the death note anymore but he can convince ryuk (sometimes) to give him little scraps#on the promise to reaaally shake things up for each scrap ofc#and L would help Light out with money and fake ids and whatever#and Light would refuse it every time on principle and evade him on his own#which makes L one: thrilled and two: extremely irritated#and they’re both trying to kill each other constantly btw that doesn’t change#enemies to enemies type love n shenanigans#playing 3d chess using other people as the pieces etc#death note#light yagami#l lawliet#lawlight#death note au#fanfic#dn#light death note#l death note#l x light#@wildernezz I think you’d like this#and also#@astersofthesky#@mapsareforbraindeads
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to preface this post i am anti-advertising i think we should explode the entire industry but it's sooo funny when you people make posts like "and they don't even work!!" like. sorry to be the bearer of bad news but yes they do. that's why we have to put up with so many despite everyone hating them and thinking its annoying. because they actually work really well and make a shit load of money
#it actually would be way better if they didnt work and made no money bc businesses would abandon them#this isnt like stocks where everythings abstract and is essentially gambling (i dont understand stocks)#like ppl in the ad industry create things. that make a tangible and quantifiable impact on the business#which is then used in further ad planning. it is NOT all smoke and mirrors#like its fake in that the industry is not providing a necessary service the way like. grocery stores are#but its not the level of fake where everything is abstract like theres deliverables#moreover there is an extensive body of academic work specifically on how to make ads more effective#ALSO i think some of u views ads like. as if they have a win condition. which is you buy product#but in current advertising this is pretty rare and comparatively ineffective#which is why you see MANY ads which dont seem to be selling anything in particular. or which have nothing all to do with the product#the 'win' condition for THAT kind of ad is something more like 'viewers remember our name'#like. ex i would say ads for temu have not been effective on me bc i havent bought anything from them#but temu probably thinks they were SUPER effective on me because i talked abt them like 5 different times at work#and i do in fact know exactly what the company does and what they sell#and they were able to capitalize on the reputations of existing companies (wish shein etc) to build their own brand#good idea generator
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Mace: Why did the guards keep you two overnight in the cells?
Obi-Wan: Well, we were hanging out in an alleyway, like we always do on weekends, and Quinlan said he found a dead body. So I ran over cause I took that healing course that one time but obviously it wasn’t strong enough, because, the body was missing a head.
Quinlan: Yup yup, so I tried a necromancer’s enchantment on it because Ventress said it was a faster way to find out who killed them than touching the body, but the enchantment dust she gave me turned out to just be glitter, and we contaminated the crime scene.
Padawan Ventress: In my defense, I didn’t think he was that stupid.
Quinlan: That’s your own fault, don’t lay that one on me!
Obi-Wan: And that’s when the guard came and I started crying because they said they’ll call our parents but we don’t have parents so I started crying instead and they took pity on us and gave us somewhere to sleep off the alcohol.
Mace: …*rubbing his temples from the headache* Kenobi, grow a beard already, I’m tired of people confusing you for a teenager. Knight Vos, remove me from your emergency contacts list. Ventress, /always/ assume they’re that stupid. *leaves them with a temple guard to escort them to their quarters as house arrest guards*
#star wars#obi wan kenobi#incorrect star wars quotes#quinlan vos#asajj ventress#she’s happy and healthy in the temple she con’s adults out of money for fake potions
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im so glad that we never get a clear picture of sophie’s background in leverage & i hope we never do. however i also really like making up various, often conflicting backstories for her in my head. perhaps they’re all backstories for an alias of hers, ones she laid to rest back in season two.
#leverageposting#leverage#sophie devereaux#particularly that one of or both her parents had to move around a lot for work & so she would change herself to fit in at every new school#or new town etc etc. and that whatever original identity she had was dropped due to some kind of really awful event and her bio family think#she’s dead. eg she got into some kind of extreme legal trouble for the first time & she faked her death & everyone she knew as a kid thinks#she’s dead too. like. astrid wasn’t the first person she left to miss/mourn her.#but also that she was a teen runaway at like age ~16 and pretended to be an adult (like. 18/19) cause theres not much you can do by yourself#as a minor like booking flights or renting an apartment. and so began her first proper alias. and she was a pickpocket until she could fund#her life fully through grifting & cons.#or alternatively her parents died when she was a teen & she was old enough to become an emancipated minor (everyone in lev is an orphan)#and she kind of just fell into crime from there bc she had no one#or perhaps she got married at 17 and realised how fucked it all was and stashed money until she could run away & leave it all behind. that’s#bc of a single vague sentence on john rogers’ blog saying she was married at 17 and in context it was quite possibly a joke or random#hypothetical example but i was like what if???? What If???????#i also like the hc that she’s trans which i’ve seen a few times#in some versions in my mind her parents were okay and in some versions they were awful and in some versions it was so complicated.#i think tara has heard one story and parker or hardison have heard another and nate has never heard any story. he’s never asked.#she is here now and that’s all that needs knowing. and sophie devereaux is her real name in any way it matters.#eliot has also never asked and she asked if he was curious once and he just asked if she was curious about What He Did and that was answer#enough for the both of them. just a mutual agreement not to ask and it actually solidified their bond.#i think she struggled for a long time about whether to tell her new family The Real Story but in much the same way we never hear her birth#name bc it’s not Her anymore… she never gives The Real Story. bc it no longer defines who she is. she’s so much more than whatever happened.#lvg
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#stationery#notepad#memo#letter set#fake money#clover wan#kamio#kamio japan#dog#puppy#clover#cute#kawaii#flickr#oldweb#old web#2008
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sex = money 🔥💸 blurry pics from yours truly
#käärijä#my pics#people should give more fake money to him at gigs during this song hahhahahaha#and i must get a ticket to a second album tour gig... hearing this song live only once this year wouldn't be enough im afraid 😔
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Fidds: Y'know, hon, life isn't always rooted in money. Maybe the real treasure was the friends and allies we made along the way.
Stan: Fiddleford, I love you, but I would rather be rich than be friends with a unicorn.
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