#a lotta new faces I don't recognize

[haliaiii]

Here's a few reasons to get back into bsd

I have more

Ty ty!! I used to be like incredibly invested 4 years ago and then all of a sudden I kept seeing stuff about bsd on my twitter feed all of a sudden and a lot has changed 😭😭

[d6volution]

Egress

Jax/Reader [Fem Reader.]

Explicit sexual content. | Also found on my Ao3

tags: sexual coercion, voyeurism, blow jobs, wall sex.

minors dni.

"Listen, just between us two, I believe ya about the.. exit— thing." Jax spoke behind his hand in hurried and hushed flurry of words, eyes mimicking crescents as he blatantly lied to the newcomer. You. 

Being naive and hopeful, your eyes lit up.

Ragatha noticed the mischievous bunny whispering to you and placed her hands on her hips. "Jax! Don't be mean!" The doll recognized that look in his eye and squinted at him. " Y/N, don't listen to Jax. W-Whatever he's saying to you." She scolds.

"Whaaaat?" He threw up his hands in defense but turned back to wink at you before walking away. 

 You were promised an exit, an actual exit. So why did you feel like you were being lied to? Or maybe tricked..? 

"I.. have to find out , even if it is just a trick.. this all a dream anyways so.. it doesn't matter."

You reassured yourself quietly. Footsteps echoing throughed the large and empty corridor that seemed to be leading to a strange , secluded area in the tent. You certainly don't remember this area during Caine's tour. 

 

"Oh, look. You actually made it." Jax was there, and leaning against a wall. His cheshire grin playing on his face. And his sly eyes seemed to linger on your body too long. "Was startin' to think you got lost." He tilted his head a little. 

"Well.. heh, I made it. So.. where's the exit? Did it happen to be a red door? Or was a different color for you? Did it disappear when you looked at it because—" You were rambling, not even aware of the space between you and him closing. He towered over you and your words died in your throat. 

"You done?" Jax stares down at you, he doesn't seem annoyed. Just amused, he knew exactly what he was planning and your naivety was adorable. "Yeah, yeah I'll tell you about the.. exit. But first you have to do somethin' for me sweetness." 

"Like what..?" 

"I think you know what, doll face." His hands rested on his hips, almost to pull your attention to his lower body. And that it did, your eyes fell to his crotch and you caught a glimpse of his bulge outlining his overalls. "You were talkin' so much earlier what happened, huh?" He teased, eyes following yours as you tried to avoid eye contact. 

"I—I .. didn't think, we could do that here." You finally stuttered out, and yet you felt heat pooling at the pit of your stomach. Even in these digital avatars Jax somehow managed to ooze with charisma and charm. Not to mention that shit eating grin that was oddly attractive. 

"Oh, us either. Don't get me wrong we were surprised to find out about.. this too." He gestured and began moving in closer, you instinctively moved back until your back hit the wall. His hand was placed on the wall beside your head. "You scared or somethin'? Look I won't force ya to do anything, actually I'm gettin' pretty bored." His smile dropped in faux disappointment. 

Words seemed to escape you for a moment as you weighed your options and Jax sighed , seeming to back off due to your hesitation. "Well, I guess you don't care about that exit as much as I thought ya did. See ya kid." And just like that he spun around on his heel and started off in the opposite direction. His faux disappointment returning to a smile only when his back faced you. After all, it was only a matter of time before— 

"Wait!" 

Jax's grin only got bigger, "And here I thought you were gonna chicken out." He chuckled and turned around, "Don't worry new stuff, I'll be.. gentle." More or less.

"Wait , wait! Are we— here? What if someone.. sees?" Your eyes darted around, but fortunately it was silent, and not a soul was in sight. Only the echo of your voices were heard, "Nah. Everyones in the main hall, digital feast remember?" 

"Oh, right—" His hand fell onto your shoulder, it was clear he was becoming impatient. "On your knees toots, we don't exactly have a lotta time before they come lookin' for us so let's get to it, yeah?" You fell to your knees and now being face to face with his crotch made your stomach twist in knots. He was big, and he knew it. Your mind was slowly becoming clouded with lust, a feeling that seemed foreign here quickly flooded back into your senses.

"Heh." Jax watched as your eyes seemed to cloud over, he knew that look better than anyone. So he took the initiative and removed him self from his overalls, his thick cock was heavy his in hand. He moved his hips forward and nudged your cheek with the tip. "Best not to keep me waiting sweetheart," His veiny purple shaft seemed to twitch as your lips brushed against the tip. "Nnh. Best not to tease, either." Your lips swallowed up the head, tongue darting against the tip. Inch by inch you were slowly taking him into your hot mouth.. but he was too big, you were barely around the halfway point and you could feel your gag reflex threatening to trigger. 

"Need some help dollface? I know I said I'd be gentle buuutt.. heh, why would I do that?" His hands were on the back of your head now and he slammed his hips toward. Pulling you closer at the same time and auickly bottoming out in your throat.

"Gghck..!!" Your squirmed and gagged on his cock as it filled your throat, your nose was nuzzling his lower stomach. 

"Just like that... there ya go.." His head tilted back a little as he held you in place. 

You could hardly breathe, but damn it. His sudden man handling made your legs press together in need. 

He pulled back, hooded eyes staring down at you. "Hold tight." He smirked before thrusting his hips back and forth, a lewd noise echoed through the hall as he used your mouth like a toy. Grunting and moaning in pleasure softly, all while keeping eye contact. 

For a moment you glanced past him and swore you saw one of Caine's 'all seeing eyes' up in the corner, stationary and staring exactly in your direction. Surely he wasn't.. watching right? "Eyes up, here." His hand suddenly yanked at your hair, before returning to bobbing your head back and forth. "Look at me when I cum, you can do that can't ya?" He spoke in a breathy voice, clearly getting close. You nodded your head as best you could. 

The look of you with drool rolling down your chin and mouthful of his cock was enough to send him over the edge, he held your head in place as he grinded against your face. Ropes of cum filling your mouth.

Desperately you tapped his leg, unable to hold it all in your mouth without nearly choking. He finally back off and slipped out of your mouth with a pop. "Ah-ah." His finger tipped your jaw close and head back a little, "Swallow." 

And you did. 

Even though he seemed nonchalant, standing with his arms crossed he... was still hard. And your core was aching after that, you could feel your garb sticking to your cunt uncomfortably. "Jax.. I.." 

He knew it was coming, he could see it from a mile away. The look in your eye and the way you squirmed was telling enough, "Thought you didn't wanna do this out in the open toots. We should head out, towards the 'exit' you know. This could be your only chance." He taunted, "I.. I know but..! Please can we.. you just.. I.." He couldn't leave you high and dry it wasn't fair. 

"Can I what? Fuck you? You got all hot and bothered after suckin me off sweetness?" He said in a low voice, taking full advantage of your horny state, "Let me hear you say it." 

"I.. want you inside of me, Jax." 

"Heh, and who am I to say no that? Stand up," He demanded and his usually playful voice seemed to drop an octave at the end there. 

You stood up and his hands immediately lifted you from your underarms, holding you up against the wall,  "Wrap those pretty legs around me doll, don't be shy." While in the process of wrapping your legs around him, he reached down to push aside your under clothes and nudge his fat tip at your entrance. and when he was balanced enough he held you up by the plush of your thighs.. angled just right agsinst your core.

"Looks like it'll be a tight fit. But you can take it right?" It wasn't really a question, because his hips began to push forward and the tip bullied its way past your walls, "Hha.. its.. big.. Jax—" 

"I gotcha, relaaxx.. look at that, the way you're, nngh.. sucking me in.. startin' to think this pussy was made me for me." He sighed, and jutted his hips forward forcing a few more inches inside before finally slamming his hips forward and fully bottoming out. You yelped and held him tighter, insides clenching army's him desperately. 

"Sh, sh— you can take it." He coos and moves his hips around while buried so deeply inside of you, nudging at places at that made your head spin. "Please.. move Jax, need to feel you.." You whined and he chuckled in you ear, his grip on your thighs tightening. Finally his hips started to move, in a slow pace at first but he clearly couldn't hold back. 

*Slap, slap, slap.* Your skin colliding echoed in the halls, and the embarrassing sound made you hyper aware of your surroundings for a moment, you held onto to Jax while he pounded into you but your eyes looked past him again. Just for a moment. 

Caine's eyes.. there were three of them now! 

Your core tightened around him at the thought of being watched. Unfortunately for you Jax was a little too aware of your eyes when they weren't on him. Not to mention how tight you just got. 

Without stopping he spun around, holding you and faced the opposite way now, "No wonder you got so tight just now," He laughed looking at the floating eyes in amusement. "You really are somethin'..  get off to be watched." And here he thought this couldn't get any better.  

"No.. nnh.. that's not..!" He slowed his thrusting, then stopped all together. "Oh yeah? Ya gonna keep lyin to me, how about we just stop here— wouldn't want the man himself to see us .. right~?" He cooed and you cursed silently. "T.. That's not fair Jax! Please.." Your cunt clenched around him in need, and he was close to giving in but not yet..

"Then let's hear it, you wanna put on a show don't ya?" His thrusts were slow, tantalizing.. fuck he was doing this on purpose. "Y.. Yes.." You mutteted under your breathe, "Louder." 

"Yes yes!!" 

"See, was that so hard?" And just like that he picked up the pace , thrusting up into you like a jack hammer while hardly breaking a sweat. But he panted and moaned in your ear all the same, "Ngh.." Your legs were tight around his waist and you felt the knot in your stomach about to come unloose, "Yeah, there we go cum on my dick..." You thought he couldn't move faster but he did. Balls slapping your ass he fucked you fast and hard.

"J.. Jax! Jax!" you threw your head back in pleasure as your body finally succumbed to his harsh thrusts, walls clamping down on him violently as you came hard. "Nnh.. yeah, that's it.. take it." He muttered as his he came in near sync with you, his warm seed filling up your cunt. "Hha.. I needed that , thanks toots." He said and chuckled lightly, pulling out of your sopping cunt and lowering your trembling body to the ground so you could collect yourself. 

"The exit..Jax.." You panted out.

"Ohh.. riiight that." He spoke while adjusting his clothes. "I lied." 

"But, you won't hold it against me though, will ya?" 

[frnchgirls]

warnings: long!, all the angst!!, tyler beat up a guy once :/, infidelity if you squint

when tyler returned to arkansas, you were the last person he expected to see.

in the baking aisle of the piggly wiggly in his hometown was where he found you again after nearly a decade, reading the label on a box of cocoa powder in the same sundress you've had since the two of you dated in high school. thank heavens you notice him and speak first, that way he gets to pretend like he wasn't already contemplating what to say or if you'd even recognize him as soon as he stepped around the corner.

"tyler owens. you got a lotta nerve decidin' to show your face around here." you tease to mask your surprise, pulling your overflowing basket closer to yourself, and holy cow, he thinks you might be prettier now than on the day you met. "oh, really? why's that?" he asks, lifting his hat to greet you. "last i heard, you got famous and moved to new york. the locals don't like it when people make it outta here. must be real jealous." you tell him, and he just nods and strokes his stubble.

"y'know, you're a local. does that mean you're jealous too?" tyler inquires with a smirk, and you're all too quick to reply, "no, sir. knew you were gonna be somethin' the moment i laid eyes on you. only somethin' i've ever wanted to be was a housewife." you smile, but it doesn't reach your eyes. you clear your throat and ask him why he's back in town. "my aunt's getting sick, so i thought i'd see her while i still can. my storm chasin' team's been in the pits without me, too. not a lot of work for me in the northeast, if you can imagine." he confesses, and any trace of happiness on your face disappears.

"oh, ty, i'm so sorry." you apologize, and your gaze lands on the items in your shopping basket. "i was fixin' to go home and whip up some coca-cola cake. dunno if it's still your favorite but, maybe you could come with? take some to your aunt for me?" you offer. he's nodding faster than you can blink, half of the items on his grocery list long forgotten after you've checked out and he follows you to your car.

it's not long before the two of you are sat at your kitchen counter, ribs aching from laughter as you reminisce about your teenage escapades. the sweet smell of warm chocolate emanates from the oven and lingers in the air. tyler asks if you've seen his livestreams. you use every excuse as to why you haven't; that you're too busy, that you don't get good internet in rural arkansas, anything but the truth. seeing him that happy without you is just too painful.

"if there's no work in new york, why'd you move there?" you question, taking a sip of coke. he shifts uncomfortably in his seat. "for a girl. a girl from sapulpa." you almost choke on the liquid, causing a little to dribble down your chin. "a girl from sapulpa? what?-" you pause to wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, and he continues, "a storm chaser from sapulpa. her name's kate. she quit chasin' and got a job with the national oceanic and atmospheric administration. in new york."

your first thought is that she must be sharp as a tack, getting a job at a fancy place like that. but then a hundred more thoughts swarm your brain; when they might have met, if she's pretty, if she's kind, if he loves her, if he wants to marry her.

but you couldn't possibly ask him all that. you're a lady.

tyler breaks the silence. "you been talkin' to any fellas around here?" he's not sure if he even wants to know. you're not sure if you even want to tell him. you don't look him in the eyes when you say, "yeah, i uh- i've been with bobby for about 3 years now. you remember bobby? from school?" and sure, of course he remembers bobby. he spent all of senior year just trying to keep that meathead away from you.

"you know i hated him, right?" tyler spits, running a hand through his hair as he leans over the counter, getting closer to you, "i almost killed him when he tried asking you to prom in front of me. in front of everybody. it was embarrassing." your lip quivers as the distance closes between you. "well, he's different now." you retort, trying to convince him, trying to convince yourself. "that's a load of horse shit." he scoffs, "why are you going out with him, really?"

"maybe because he didn't abandon me, tyler!" you exclaim, and you shudder when you feel his warm breath against your skin. he cups your cheeks in his hands. "hey, hey. peach, look at me. i would've taken you to oklahoma with me in a heartbeat. why didn't you tell me?" he asks, searching your teary eyes. but how do you explain that leaving wasn't your dream? that you would have been happy growing old with him right here? that staying with him would have just held him back? that you had to let him go?

he kisses you. and fuck, you haven't been kissed in so long. but he's not yours anymore.

you force yourself to push him away. "tyler, no. we can't. we can't." you tell him, the words thick as molasses as they fall from your tongue. he reaches for your wrist as you rise from your seat, but you're pulling back before he gets ahold of it. "leave. get out of my house." you speak over him as he begs for the two of you to talk it out. "i mean it, tyler owens. go home." and that's enough to send him on his way, slamming your front door behind him.

by some coincidence, the timer on the oven goes off, letting you know the coca-cola cake you had just forgotten about was done baking. you think maybe you'll eat it all yourself. maybe you'll throw it out. maybe you'll share it with bobby. maybe you'll break up with him.

maybe in another life, you could've been enough for tyler.

[starry-blue-echoes]

What if like Jonaplat and Stone Free Kakyoin, if post Part 6, Jolyne herself ends up a Stand, but sad twist, she ends up as a version of Stone Free, what if Stone Free, who tried to save her, accidentally merges with her soul, fusing into a new form of Stone Free, it had green lines and few butterfly symbols, she has to deal with a world that changed, and when she sees Emporio again, it will be super tragic, Jolyne is happy to see the one she considers a little brother alive and well and learns he defeated Pucci but on the other hand found out how emotionally traumatized he got, Emporio breaks down again in sorrow. Weather Report being there makes things more angsty. Her seeing her counterpart Irene doesn’t help either, reminding her that her old body died.

O U G H NOW THAT'S A LOTTA DAMAGE-

okay okay hear me out just to make things even worse: what if that's with everyone

Like, Jolyne, Anasui, Hermes, Weather, Foo, everybody

hell, to make things even worse, what if that's how it's always been? Just like when Star Platinum and Stone Free woke up, there had always been the ghost of a soul there from the very start. Irene grew up with a Stand who was smarter than most, who had her own emotions, who would occasionally spell out words in cursive using her strings and would do everything she could to be there for her

when Irene met Anakiss for the first time and saw Diver Down, Jolyne didn't even care that it was Anasui she found first and tackled him with a hug. The Users, while definitly confused, had been close ever since

for years the two of them searched for the others. The names they knew were basically worthless, and apperances were barely any better, but it was something and if the two of them were here then who's to say the others weren't too. But they still couldn't find anyone else, and for a while they thought for who knows what reason they'd be alone-

but then everything comes together at a gas station

it starts with Eldis meeting Emporio. Her getting kicked off the bus and nearly stranded, but while she talks Hermes can do nothing but stare

because it had been years. Years of keeping this Other version of herself safe, years of keeping Gloria safe, years meeting other Users in passing but never seeing a familiar face

and Emporio looks exactly the same as the day she'd last seen him. Same honeyed eyes, same fluffy blonde hair, same baseball cap and uniform, everything

what's more he recognizes her. The entire time she's been with Eldis not once has she met someone who remembers what happened, and yet here was Emporio looking at her with an emotion so raw and painful that he had to know who she, who Eldis was

and well...... when Eldis finally got close enough you can hardly blame her for jumping out

this then ends up getting Anasui and Jolyne's attention and they also jump out to have their reunion, much to their User's incredible confusion, and the whole time Emporio is just....... stuck staring

he's still in shock, understandably, still processing everything that's happened and what's happening before his eyes. It's not until Jolyne floats closer and wraps a hesitant, gentle strand of string around his wrist and tugs him in their direction that he finally breaks and Jolyne wraps him in a tight, warm hug

Irene may not understand what's going on right now, but she's pretty sure her Stand would kill someone if they tried to seperate the two of them

(also when they end up seeing Weather on the side of the road, Anasui absolutely grabs the wheel from Anakiss to make them pick the guy up, I don't make the rules)

[markicantwait]

Warning: malexmale, Mark and Jaemin are switch. Bad writing. Not really a fic or a plot, just some hard thoughts. Female reader. If you are a minor, please don't read. Polyamory thing I think. Bad bad bad bad writing and smut scenes. Suggestive. Not really smut because I can speak English. And yes, part 3 ( and I hope final) is around the corner.

Part ll of this (kinda)

It was easy and simple to match your routine with the boys, you were basically with them 247 before that night at the apartment. You and Jaemin had classes together, do homework together, study together; Mark also helped the two of you, sometimes Jaemin will be sitting between his legs while you are at the other side watching them being so... comfortable.

Sometimes you will sit on Mark's lap while Jaemin was taking a shower or doing something that requires his complete attention, he would watch the two of you and ask you questions like he normally does without a hint of awkwardness for this new scenario.

Since that night, nothing too sexual happened again. Some kisses here and there, a lotta cuddle sessions and some "dates" inside Mark and Jaemin's apartment. And that's kinda frustrated for you.

That afternoon they guys asked you to come, you picked up food and already knew the door code, so you just get inside the apartment. You were just about to call Jaemin name when you hear them, of course you will recognize the moans of the two men who did make you come that warm night

"God, Mark, you feel so good"

What you should do? You could live and wait a bit, then call and ask if you could come. You can call them too. You could just get inside the room and watch them

You noticed the stamina the boys may have. Sometimes Jaemin will appear with some new hickeys at places you knew you didn't kiss. Other times, Mark will walk around the apartment shirtless, the marks on his hips, or his shoulders, or his neck, or his torso giving you a good dreamy scenario of what he and Jaemin do when the door closes.

"I can't wait to have her between us. What you think, hyung? Meaby this time you can hit me from behind while I'm inside her, bet that would make you cum really hard, right?"

"We could try"

The two boys look at you standing at the door, the Imagine was better of what you thought.

Mark flushed skin, messy hair, sweat torso, the veins of his arms while trying to keep his self up all in fours, red lips and tongue picking out his mouth

Jaemin holding Marks torso and neck, red plumping lips, bangs sticking to forehead, strong chest, shoulders and arms marked with scratches and dark dizzy eyes

Jaemin asked you to wait for them in the living room for a moment, five minutes later the three of you were sitting facing each other, the guys wearing baths rope and still smelling like sex

"We thought it would take you longer to come" Mark was the first one to broke the silence

"My class ended early"

The anxiety hit you all at once, they look almost guilty of something, they didn't want you? What if they tell you they didn't mean what you heard? What if they wanna... stop seeing you?

"And?"

"Pardon?"

"You will be up to try what you heard me saying there?"

You will. You been dreaming about it for the past month, the makeout session, the cuddles, the words, the thickness tension in the air when the three of you are together. You can deny the nervousness in you body, the little doubts here and there about things you don't know if you want to think about it just yet

Right now, you want the two of them.

Mark lisp smash yours first, Jaemin undressed you at the same time he was kissing your shoulders, touching your boobs and ass. At some point your body was pressed under Jaemin in the bed while Mark was busy takin out your shoes

"I can't wait to be inside you- Jaemin said out loud- is this the first time you are with two people at the same time?"

"Yes"

Jaemin fingers touched your clit in slow motion, kisses in your neck and cheeks, you feel like crying near to the desperation point brake

"What you said, Mark: shall we take turns? Meaby we can prepare her well enough to take the two of us at the same time... or we could try the fantasy you been dreaming of and fuck me from behind while I fuck her face to face so I can see her pretty face"

The mere thought makes you moan and whimper, at this point begging was everything you could do, your dizzy head expecting that Jaemin said.

"Should I prepare you? Or you want me to eat you out like the last time? Fuck, Jaemin, that night was one of the hottest nights of my life"

Mark's hands were touching your legs, the pressure on it delicious along with his raspy voice and authority aura making you shiver

"The feeling of you mouth around my cock, the imagine of Jaemin making you come because his tongue and when you beg us to fuck your mouth at the same time I thought I would come"

Amd just like that, you first orgasm of the night came.

[marcusrobertobaq]

How "famous" are Connor and Kara during the game? What's their public image like?

Nothing major, just some few observations i don't see people talking about. I just wanted to leave this saved in here. Maybe can inspire somebody, who knows.

I won't be talking about Markus cuz his whole deal is exactly the public image in this game, so i'll be only commenting on "CyberLife's new detective prototype" and "the runway AX400".

⚠️ ALERT OF POOR ENGLISH SKILLS AND EXPLANATIONS. I also got a bit of HC here to help expressing my feelings.

-> Kara, the rogue AX400 model

A quick summary: She got a price on her head...and Alice made her life difficult. Don't worry, i gonna explain.

Although having a common face can be an advantage in some infiltrations, Kara's face can also be a target on her back, even if she changed appearance.

Everything start with her escape from Todd (determinant murder). In the night she escapes itself everything was cool tho but there was a big problem: witnesses. She walked into public spaces (like the bus), got a kid by her side, can even steal some stuff and point a gun at people - and ofc these are TRACKS. Want something worse? Her case appears on TV.

If Todd is alive he even gives an interview

Now she's wanted by the law.

People in the region is wary for any AX400 with her likeness, the police is all over the region trynna find someone with the discriptions. A girl with the AX400 likeness, without a LED and in human clothes? IT'S HER.

(she was lucky the guy from the motel didn't insist in her ID)

And u can notice her "disguise" ain't that perfect cuz the police can still recognize her - probably cuz of the fact she looks like an AX400, changed appearance and GOT A KID ON HER SIDE (likely the discription given by the bus guy).

But Kara is also lucky: these types of case are becoming constant. The number of "androids going rogue" rising. Although she's all over the news, she's still a commercial android. If she escapes it's likely people would forget about her after some time cuz there will be another case like this and other suspicious AX400s.

So my bet is "the rogue AX400 on the run" is something well known, but may be forgettable - not the case per se but "WHO" this actually is.

Nobody knows "Kara", only the "dangerous AX400 from the chase" the police struggled. But we got a LOT of AX400s and lotta of 'em gonna go deviant. It's even funny how they especulate the "young woman" and "little girl" are 2 defective machines. These unconfirmed sources are always so fucking shady.

And u see nobody recognizes her outside Detroit (for whatever reason), not even the cop, even with her case on the news. Idk if it was difficult implementing something checking if the police recognized her or not (meaning they would get an update on Kara's "new" appearance).

I guess was something local, her case is public - but her name? Nah. Again: even tho we got disadvantages when spotted in small regions, if she disappears she has just...dissapeared. Even the "Android Crime Unit" gives up her case 😂

-> Connor RK800, CyberLife's new prototype

First of all i think his face was probably in all places after this hostage situation.

Even if he fails, some cut stuff suggests some people remembered him as the android negotiator in Partners (when the 2 chapters didn't had a 2 months time skip).

I bet he was all over the internet too, although i think his name was unknown in that period. The only ones that knew his name was probably the SWAT team - "My name's Connor, i'm the android sent by CyberLife".

And then we got Ortiz's case. Reporters were there and everybody saw an android entering the crime scene (what they ain't supposed to do) with Lt. Anderson - a known figure in the city, quite famous in law enforcement i'd say.

Later in the game is mentioned in the news a new "detective prototype" was assigned to the DPD from several sources, the first case of an android with active role in crime scenes. Also the fact a "Android Crime Unit led by Anderson" was formed. I honestly don't know if they knew Connor's name, but his model series ain't difficult to find out or getting leaked. From there it's even easier getting both information together. For now the public don't know "Connor".

I assume after The Nest and On the Run (where Connor appears in public again and gathers LOTTA attention) everybody already know at least about the RK800 from the hostage situation now working with the Police Department. If it's positive or negative i really don't know, but he def gathered attention esp if he's succesful. The chase on the highway also gets on the news. My bet would be people inside the police department know his name, or at least "Connor, the detective prototype model".

By Public Enemy i assume overall cops know him, like that one that can be saved in The Hostage. He's recognized by his face, model and name. I like imagining after Markus speech was expected Anderson and Connor would be called, after all it's the "Android Crime Unit". Maybe it's limited tho, Perkins doesn't seem to know 'em so i think Connor ain't known in federal level law enforcement. It's at this point i think Connor is starting to make a name as "Deviant Hunter" among the deviants. We've already had The Eden Club murder case, the Ortiz murder case, the Hostage situation, Connor and the police searching for the runway (killer) AX400.

For the average people on the streets i think "RK800 Connor, the CyberLife's latest prototype, the detective model" is already recognized at least if mfs watch the news about androids, and he also got a name in law enforcement - now also known by the FBI.

So yea, i'd say he's quite known but i wouldn't call him a celebrity, esp cuz androids are in a negative pov in this universe. Also ain't cuz Connor is known that he'll also be relevant. "Androids investigating androids?" must be a common question too. In law enforcement it's likely he's "disliked" cuz means androids are now taking active roles from humans, but the public opinion probably print a "protector of human lives" kinda image depending on his succesful actions like the Hostage one (if he saved Emma) and the Stratford Tower one (if he prevented a massacre), but i'd take it with a grain of salt. It raise questions which CyberLife always remain silent and the authorities refuse sayin' something. And what happens when we ain't got official sources? Rumors are spread and opinions are overall divided.

But it's a valid questioning the average folk would have: is Connor really a detective model? Why can he use guns? Why we got androids using weapons now? How do we know he won't turn against humans? How do we know CyberLife ain't pulling 'em strings again? Will androids replace humans in every single space?

Only thing i know is Connor is "recognizable".

And if he bring the army? Damn, that shit was all over the news. People would def comment.

[companionwolf]

Regressuary fill #3

Prompt: Character B is so exhausted from work that they pass out on the couch. They wake up piled under stuffed animals and blankets, with Character A quietly playing in front of them

Fandom: XCOM 2; gen verse?

Rating: PG

Warnings: N/A

Central rises to consciousness slowly. The world is heavy, soft. He tries to sit up, finds himself pushing through layers of blanket to do so. It's warm here and he's comfortable...

He sinks back down, roaming hands meeting the plush forms of stuffed animals he recognizes as belonging to the Commander.

He remembers now, he fell asleep on the couch in their quarters. But the soft stuff is new. He glances over at the quiet sound of murmuring.

In front of him, talking under their breath to themselves, is the Commander, who's currently making two small bobble headed dog figures chase each other.

Central feels his insides go mushy. That's a pretty cute sight to wake up to. He closes his eyes, listens to their gentle playing for a while.

When he opens his eyes again, the Commander is re-enacting what he thinks might be a scene from a movie, with one figure held to the edge of the coffee table as if hanging off it, while another stands nearby and monologues dramatically but still very very quietly.

He yawns, they turn.

"Central!" Their voice is bright.

"Hi, kiddo," he says.

"You comfy?"

He nods. They beam at him. "Tucked you in," they say, looking proud. "Stuffie army there to make sure you sleep good. No bad dreams!"

"No bad dreams," he confirms, gingerly sitting up, picking up the few plushies that fall off the couch as he does. "You did a great job."

"You up now?"

"Yeah," he says, yawning again. "I'm up. You need something, kiddo?"

"Hungry!"

He stands up, tucks the plushies together under the blankets. The Commander stands up, toys forgotten as they come over to them and grab at his hands. "Snack!"

"OK, ok, we'll get a snack," he says.

Central takes one of the Commander's small hands in his own and gently leads them along out of their quarters down to the kitchen. They sit on the counter swinging their legs as he rummages through cabinets. "What do you wanna eat?"

"I want fruit gummy," they say.

"You know we don't have that," he answers. The Commander frowns.

"I miss…fruit gummy," they say. Their voice hitches a little. "I miss… Lotta stuffs. Do you miss lotta stuffs too?"

Central swallows hard, doesn't turn to face them when he says, "Yeah, kiddo. I do."

"I miss hot milk and chocolates and cartoons and the toy store and … and fruit gummy," the Commander goes on. "I miss my old plushies and toys. I miss my house. I miss my cat."

"I miss coffee shops," Central says. "Football, pizza and sci fi movies."

The Commander is quiet now, kicking back and forth and back and forth. "We're gonna take it all back," they say in a poor imitation of him.

He nods. "Yeah," he says. "We will."

And finally, there in the back of the shelves, a lone can of peaches. Central grabs it, pours them out into a bowl. "Best we've got," he says.

The Commander takes the fork he offers and happily eats, mumbling around the fruit a thank you. Central nods at them. "Wish we had something better," he says. "Kids like you need more than we have…"

"Dino nuggets and french fries," says the Commander. "And pizza too."

"And vegetables," says Central.

The Commander sticks their tongue out at them, shaking their head at him. "Ew, yucky, no," they say.

"They're important, Commander."

"They're bad!"

Central rolls his eyes, smiling. The Commander finishes their snack, hops off the counter and washes the bowl in the makeshift sink.

"Now what?" Central asks.

"I wanna go outside," they say. "Wanna look for bugs and stuff."

Central hesitates. They haven't let the Commander go off the ship since they got rescued. Call him selfish but he's scared to, even if he'd be there.

The Commander pouts at him; he sighs.

"Fine," he says, "but let me go get my gun. Can't go out without being ready. You go get dressed, okay?"

Soon enough they're going down the Avenger ramp, the Commander running ahead of him excitedly, a scarf billowing out behind them. Central trails behind, gun at the ready.

The Commander stops at the bottom of the ramp, turns and looks back at him. "I'm gonna find you a frog."

"What do I need a frog for?" he asks, smiling despite himself.

"To make you hoppy!"

Central snorts. "That was really bad," he says.

The Commander sticks their tongue out at him again as they hurry into the long grass, toward the shore of a small lake in the tall shadow of the ship. Central hangs behind them, watching as they splash through the mud and chase dragonflies.

When the sun is low, he calls out to them-- "Time to come inside."

The Commander trudges over, pouting. They're flecked with mud, and Central tuts at them; they giggle.

"Empty your pockets," he says.

They do, revealing a round brown croaking lump of a toad and some rocks. "Look," they say. "Frog."

"That's a toad," Central says.

"Aww, so not hoppy?"

"Very, but let's put this thing back in the water," he says. "It won't be …hoppy to be kidnapped. Isn't nice to do that."

The Commander goes quiet. "Yeah," they say finally, and return to the water's edge, letting the toad hop back into the muck. They rejoin Central and walk back to the ship.

On the ramp, they stop. "Got something for you," they say.

"Not another toad, is it?"

They hold out a lumpy vaguely heart shaped stone, smiling shyly. Central takes it, turns it over in his hands.

"Thank you, Commander," he says.

They nod at him enthusiastically. "I'm gonna find you more nice rocks," they say. "You deserve nice rocks.."

Central feels something fuzzy and warm in his chest. "Not sure I agree," he says, "but I appreciate the thought. C'mon now, let's go inside."

Eventually the Commander gets a bath while Central prepares dinner for them, and the two sit in the Commander's Quarters on the couch, eating in comfortable silence.

When they're done, Central takes the plates away and washes them. Then he stops by his own bed, picks up the small book hidden under his pillow.

By the time he comes back, the Commander has curled up in bed, clutching an armful of plushies. They stare up at him hopefully. "Story?"

He sits on the edge of the bed, looks thoughtfully at them for a bit. "I think I've got something for you," he says, and produces the book.

He opens to the first page, begins to read. Every so often he glances at the Commander, who looks sleepier and sleepier each time. Finally, when he's just beginning to wrap up, he looks over and sees they've fallen asleep completely.

Central pulls the covers up to their chin. "Goodnight, Commander," he whispers quietly, and as carefully and softly as he can, slips out the door.

[venjamin-kingdomhearts]

75 with Sora and Xion and Ven. Also hi ilu <3

Prompt List: Here 75. “Stay with me, I don’t mind.” His chest feels more hollow nowadays than it used to. Then again, a lotta things for Sora are different now. He's died a few times, come back to life, been to some places in-between, and he's lost a few hitchhikers along the way. Maybe he's been so used to having people in his Heart that it hurts to be alone there, trapped in a cage far too big for one boy. But that really hurts to think about, wishing someone could keep him company in his Heart like that. All the people who took refugee in his Heart only fled there because they were hurt.

And Sora doesn't want anyone to hurt again.

So he wears a smile, even though he's been beaten to the ground, dragged through hell, and left to rot away in his own body. Alone. Afraid. Still grinning. (Honestly, everyone's had enough of it by now. Even though Sora's healthy and free and alive, having him back among the land of the living is hard to celebrate when his eyes are more hollow than they were before the face-off against Xehanort. His friends are tired of seeing him hurt. They're tired of watching him smile through the pain.)

Sora's not the only one struggling. Her head feels emptier than it should. Not a surprise, considering the fact Xion needs more room for memories that are hers (not Sora's or Kairi's, just hers), but still a nuisance. Sure, it's nice to not deal with fears that aren't her own, but it's scary to wake up one day and forget what kind of ice cream Kairi likes, or the name of Sora's mother, or just how Sora felt the first time he summoned his Keyblade into his hands. (Now, don't get it wrong; Xion hates having days where her head is so full of other's memories and hopes and dreams that she can't tell her own life from someone else's. It can get cluttered in Xion's brain. She's not great at organizing things, but she does her hardest to remember where her memories are.) Maybe for Xion, the problem is less about being alone, and more about being forgotten and forgetting others. It's scary to be forgotten. To know no one misses you. So losing those memories hurts, because what is a memory but a reminder that someone you love will be remembered?

Sometimes, Sora misses holding those lives that weren't his own. A Heart's a heavy burden, and sometimes you want to forget about your own and worry about someone else's. Sometimes, Xion misses having visions of memories that aren't hers. Knowing another's secrets can bring you down, but the pain's worth it to make sure they're remembered.

Besides. There's not really many people they can turn to, who understand how they're feeling. So, they grin and they bear it. Pretend their problems are theirs alone.

But they’re not alone, obviously.

He feels a lot older than before, but maybe that's how these things are supposed to be. Ventus can't keep pretending he fits in his own body like he should, cause when he really thinks about it, this body was never really his to begin with. He’s still Ventus, but he’d forgotten who he was so many times, that the Ventus of today must’ve been very different than the Ventus that Should Have Been.

Ventus was born centuries ago, his 30th birthday was last year, he's about to turn 18 for real and he's still not sure when his actual birthdate is, having amnesia and all. He's getting older but he's not quite there yet, and with every new day he feels smaller than someone his age(s) should.

See, Ventus isn't as strong as either Sora or Xion. He can’t fake a smile the way Sora can, take on everyone else’s problems as quietly as Xion. When Ventus feels, everyone knows, and maybe a few people (Vanitas. It’s just Vanitas.) call him a Drama Queen.

Ventus is soft. He's emotional. He's easy to read. 

Easy to break.

But it takes one Broken Heart to recognize another. So of course Ventus is the one who seeks them out when he knows they’re having a rough time

It’s one of those nights where every member of Sora’s Heart-mates are on edge, but Ventus had acted quick. Sora’s already half-asleep next to Ven’s lap, a empty cup of hot cocoa resting on the coffee table next to the large sofa they’re crashing on. They’ve got all the blankets Ventus could find in Yen Sid’s Tower piled up next to them, and the TV is on, mostly serving as background noise. When Xion creeps into the den, armed with a bunny plush and wearing her coziest slippers, she’s greeted by that warm sigh of Ventus brushing his hand through Sora’s hair.

She glances at her phone, and Ventus’ text is the first thing she sees.

if youre having a bad night, stay with me. i dont mind <3

Xion looks up, and Ventus smiles warmly. There’s a mug of cocoa waiting for her, and hey, so long as Ventus has a hand free, he can play with her hair, too. Ventus might not be as closely connected to Xion’s Heart as Sora’s is, but he’s perceptive. Of course, he’s the one who sought her out. Asked her how she was feeling. Wanted her here. Remembered her. Xion crawls into place next to him on the couch. Ventus draws her in, wrapping his arm around her without a word. They stare at the TV.  Sora snores. Xion cuddles her plush. And Ventus watches over them, knowing well that they’re hurting, that their smiles are sometimes fake, and they both miss something he would never understand. But he loves them still and always will.

[phoebehalliwell]

don't know if you answered this before but in what order would you rank the endgame couples - piper/leo, phoebe/coop, paige/henry? very curious

oh hmm i actually have never been asked this!! hmm this is difficult. okay so like. obvi before we begin i must offer a disclaimer here. i am a paragon of bad taste. let’s not forget my entire valentine’s theme was dedicated to prue & jack. we’re starting at rock bottom here. i also love projecting my own idea onto incomplete pieces to fill the gaps. like. like i get how there’s not a lot to love for paige and henry and phoebe and coop but in my lil brain they are all very complex and like fleshed out and i gotta a lotta beliefs. in fact. like. hmm. no i’ve already said i have bad taste like piper/leo are probably gonna sit at the bottom of the list for me just because i cannot craft them how i want bc they’re already solidified in canon. like. idk they’re an adorable couple all that the full nine yards or whatever but like. well for starters they’re not my favorite ship tropes and then on top of that again There’s A Lot Of Canon. and i am a narcissistic diva okay i wanna be able to fill in these gaps. so like. hmm at the top based solely on coupleness and the versions of them that live in my noggin it’s

phoebe/coop bc like hear me out man they’re like the embodiment of love. we’ve been hit over the head so many time how they’re the embodiment of love and like salvation and rebirth and renewal like!! like part of me wishes that we had introduced coop in s5 and given him more skin in the game but also if they fucked up this relationship i would have been so bummed bc it really is. it’s love!! like it is the embodiment of falling in love like phoebe is stone cold right and she’s kind of starting to accept that maybe she just doesn’t get it you know. maybe that’s it. she gets her column and she gets to help people find love and see like piper and leo at peak domesticity and like engage in love, but like, remotely.because it’s not for her. and then here comes this cupid who’s like no i’m gonna find you love which is a cute gesture but like she genuinely doesn’t believe she’s made for love she genuinely doesn’t believe she gets to have love but then you know like. like her eyes get reopened to the world around her yes she engaged with love remotely but she had become so far removed from it that it lost the feeling. she saw it but she saw the individual brushstrokes and then here comes coop and he helps her take a step back and see the painting. and like!!! it’s beautiful. and then of course there’s the added trope of like. falling in love with coop he’s supposed to help you find love and now you know what the hell you’re trying but like. you’re in love with him. but you can’t be but you are. like!! and then on coop’s side you know he’s a cupid he’s been doing this for centuries and his love for humanity is obvious and his love for love is obvious but this is new. and he doesn’t know what it is!! like he knows love obviously but he’s never like you know fallen in love. and he can’t recognize it because he thinks it’s impossible but the next think you know he’s got all those lovesick symptoms he sees in the couples he puts together and oh my god he’s in love with phoebe. and then of course both believe the other won’t reciprocate bc it’s out of the realm of possibility. but then the other does reciprocate!! they also just like. i mean all three couple do but like phoebe and coop maybe the most. seem like the type of people who just kinda get lost in watching their partner work. like when phoebe is having trouble with a letter for her column she like paces and mutters the letter out loud to herself like she’s the one asking it and like bareface in pajamas like a crazy person is just repeating the same thing over and over again and coop’s just fucking in love with her like look at her!! and vice versa i don’t think coop has really spent that much time being human i think he takes absolute delight in small things phoebe has just forgotten about but to see coop’s face light up like at so flea market or something finding something that was undeniably crafted with love like he can feel it imbued in the item and his face just lights up and he wants to tell everyone how like it’s love!! love!! it’s all around us it’s in here can’t you feel it and phoebe just looks at him and remembers how pure love itself is and just how happy she is that you know. this is her life. and she gets to fall asleep and wake up next to this man like hello?? hello??!???! and then i’m gonna go 

paige/henry bc like i feel like they’re criminally underrated again bc we spedrun what should have been a slowburn but they gave me the legos and i will built the death star like. like these are two people who struggle with family and identity so much who have learned against their nature to lean into and grow with one another. like what we see of paige is a woman who loves her independence and loves her freedom and yesh has a complex relationship with family bc she was given up at birth but it didn’t matter because she found a loving family so who needs the ones who gave her up not her but she couldn’t help but wonder but she didn’t care she had her family. until she didn’t. until she was seventeen alone and scared and what are you supposed to do with that?? and let’s not even get started on the fact she only gains her new family through death as well. like. there’s so much there there are so many reasons to stay guarded and fearful and just overall pessimistic about the concept of family especially as something built to last. and then henry!!! who never knew his birth parents and on top of that never got a home like paige paige got a home she got a family who loved her hell she actually got two henry never had that henry always had nothing and like he kinda grew up in that shell said he didn’t want to leave when people started getting close he had to push them away bc he didn’t know who he was if he wasn’t alone and paige is like hey hi?? you wanna be alone so bad be alone but i actually fucking like you and i know you like me too so don’t just push me out because that’s what makes you feel "comfortable” when you know you’re miserable in your comfort. and she’s right but it’s still a hurdle for henry and it’s this push and pull of the tides where bit by bit they kind of have to learn that it’s lonely up on the pedestal of independence and it can actually be nice to be vulnerable with somebody yes it’s fucking terrifying to just like show yourself to someone honestly because like!! they can turn away what if they turn away but to experience the rewards of love we must first subject ourselves to the morifying ordeal of being known. and it’s a painful process for both of them but the fruits of those labors man it’s well fucking worth it and it’s a relationship especially on henry’s side that is plagued with external insecurities other people telling him that he is not cut from the right cloth to be with paige but like. it’s like he’s already torn down his walls to be with her and she’s done the same and he realizes he loves her like He Loves Her like. like!! who gives a fuck what anyone else says he loves paige. and then paige reciprocates omg!!! haha fuck yeah. and then like i also think henry’s just super fuckin corny levels of domestic like makes french toast every sunday and fingerpaints with his kids and is in the dad’s club at the elementary school and just does all the things that he fuckin prayed for as a child  just a constant stable feeling of home of love and like. like!!!! i’m gonna bite someone like. paige&henry man.

piper/leo though as previously established is like Thee charmed couple you know they are there all eight seasons they get points for that but obviously from reading my first two ones i kinda just fill in a lot of gaps there which i am able to do bc each couple probably checks in at 150min of screentime total. piper and leo don’t get that so like i don’t get to do that. and like. the origins of them i just don’t quite get you know which was really just cause it was such a new show and this was a new lil relationship they weren’t sure what they were gonna do with it and then again like issues with canon and the whole whitelighter thing but what i would have loved to see more in the early stages is just like why. like obviously they both found the other cute but we never really got the Moments bc it was all so preferrial and then next thing you know leo’s dying in the attic and piper loves him like i would have loved the in between and a bit more of the internal monologue the jump then fall especially on leo’s part which is like canon’s fault but like. you know like why if he was a whitelighter and knew the rules blah blah blah and it was because the writers didn’t know but like. still you know. and then s2 was bogged down my dan and i just really didn’t care for it that much because like. idk i didn’t love a lot of leo’s vibes early s2 were he was trying to keep it strictly professional and just ended up coming across as weirdly bitter and possessive however i Loved him bonding with dan in pardon my past that was a nice touch. of course later seasons pleo really makes up for the lackluster of the early seasons bc they are just so domestic like they know each others strengths so well and leo loves piper’s cooking and they’re corny n cute and they have their little moment and i do mostly like their relationship therapy bits i like that that was incorporated bc like. it happens man it’s not something to keep taboo it happens. but i do feel like that shit was often resolved too quick and then the same shit dredged up ten minutes later like some one trick pony. i also love how ride or die they are points for that. leo’s like i killed an elder and piper’s like alright. they’re really in it through thick n thin n i respect that

[elysianslove]

i'm back from finishing the movie 😃 i read the manga so i knew what was gonna happen and i kept taking breaks in between so it'd affect me less but 😃 here i am 😃 my tears aside, HOW R U HOW WAS UR DAYYY!!

and it's okay! i don't rly mind bc i never even show my selfship drawings to anyone + i could never draw myself accurately so it's not like anyone's gonna recognize it anyways SKKSKS and i haven't been able to draw anything new bc i watched the movie and got distracted by genshin but here's an old one w me n tsum using a ref from pinterest 👉👈 ngl it turned out bad but </3 tsumu in pink :(

ALSO ALSO i reread the stuff u added for prince! osamu again and omg the thought of him n tsumu getting all giddy bc osamu had his first kiss with you is just. making me so upset i'm IN PAIN HSNNSNS THEY'RE SO CUTE HELP 😭 i wanna kith them both... —🦊

BABE HIIII ,,, omg i started the movie yesterday and got 40 mins in but then i had to go sleep 💔 im gonna try finishing it tn fingers crossed 😩🤞🏼 and my day was alright thank u for asking bb <3 fasting was tougher today for some reason, like i was hella thirsty even tho i drank a lotta water 🤨🤨🤨 sus 🤨🤨🤨 but i already ate and drank water so gang 😋

WAIT PLEASE I JUST I CLICKED ON THE LINK SO QUICK BABE YOURE SO PRETYY WHAT THE FUCKENEJEND I WANNA MARRY YOU I WANNA KISS U YOU ARE SOSOSO CUTE SO PRETTY WHAT THE HELL???? WHAT THE HELL!!!!! WHAT THE HELL. .... u are gorgeous and u and tsumu look so good together pls,,,, i love it it’s gorgeous you’re gorgeous he’s gorgeous together u are !!!! beautiful!!!!!!

and :((( right??? :((( they’re just so adorable and such kids at heart i wanna squish their faces and smooch them :(

[rxcusant]

✩*~ It wasn't often Ephemer found himself in a place he didn't recognize, much less a fascinating place like this. The white-silver haired boy took a few steps, looking around at their surroundings before noticing there was someone else. They were sporting a black hood and it made them tilt their head as they approached them before tapping on their shoulder. "Excuse me? Do you think you could tell me where I am?" (hope you don't mind Sammi~)

      Heads up, we have company.

      The warning came a solid few seconds before a tap came to his shoulder. He hadn’t left the Dark City so Sora doubted it was one of his superiors (he would have heard the corridor spring to life first). Accompanying the tap was a new voice– unfamiliar and young. Turning around Sora came to face a young boy with a red scarf and hair like Riku’s. 

      Definitely weird to find someone like this around here.

     “…Uh,” Sora started, rather intelligently hah, and took to removing his hood. Make their encounter seem less creepy if he added a face to it. “This is The World That Never Was. How’d you end up here?”

      “An’ more importantly you should probably get goin’. There’s a lotta monsters around here and they’re pretty dangerous.”

[figsofmyimagination]

Coldflash PotC AU - Prologue

I really had an intense need to read a Coldflash Pirates of the Caribbean AU and I didn't find much on AO3 (and I didn't look elsewhere, so I apologize now if someone has done something similar). So I guess I'm writing it. Prepare yourself for historical inaccuracies, half-assed attempts to research boat, nautical, and clothing terms from the 1700s, and shameless dialogue stealing from PotC: Curse of the Black Pearl.

I finished writing the prologue before I realized there is a waiting list to sign up for an AO3 account, so I'm posting to Tumblr in the meantime. Enjoy and please share if you like it!

Prologue:

The fog lay thick on the ocean so that a teenaged Iris West couldn’t see beyond the bowsprit. Many deckhands referred to it as a pirate’s mist. It was the type of fog that pirate ships materialized from, looting ships, and disappearing just as quick. Like magic. The crew had been antsy all morning as a result.

Iris quite liked the atmosphere. She had always wanted to meet a pirate, go on an adventure, and never take another etiquette lesson again. But that was the life a governor’s daughter.

“Yo-ho, yo-ho, a pirate’s life for me,” she sang softly, imagining herself as the pirate captain of her own ship and waiting quietly in the mist to attack an unsuspecting trade ship. “We extort, we pilfer, we sack. Drink up-”

A hand clamped down on her shoulder and Iris gasped in surprise. “Quiet, missy!” said the man Iris recognized as the first mate. She found him odd with his bald head and mutton chops, constantly muttering about various superstitions under his breath. He always smelled of fire too. “Cursed pirates sail these waters. You don’t want to bring them down on us, now do ya?”

“Mr. Rory, that will do,” snapped Lieutenant Eddie Thawne. Iris sighed in relief when she caught sight of her father, Governor Joseph West, following right behind the young lieutenant.

“She was singing about pirates!” Mr. Rory said, pointing accusingly at Iris. “It’s bad luck to be singing about pirates while we are stuck in this unnatural fog. Mark my words!”

“Consider them marked,” Lieutenant Thawne drawled. “On your way.”

“Aye, Lieutenant,” Mr. Rory said with a short nod. As he walked away, he mumbled, “It’s bad luck to have a woman on board, even a miniature one.”

“I think it would be rather exciting to meet a pirate,” Iris whispered conspiratorially. She watched Mr. Rory took a deep swig from his flask of rum.

Lieutenant Thawne smiled indulgently at Iris. “Think again, Miss West. Vile and dissolute creatures, the lot of them. I intend to see to it that any man who sails under a pirate flag or wears a pirate brand gets what he deserves: a short drop and a sudden stop.”

“What?” Iris asked. She looked over to Mr. Rory who pantomimed being hung by his neck handkerchief, tongue poking out. Iris gasped in disgust.

“Lieutenant Thawne,” said Governor West, stepping in to disrupt the conversation, “I appreciate your fervor, but I’m, uh, I’m concerned about the effect this subject will have upon my daughter.”

“My apologies, Governor West,” Lieutenant Thawne said. “I’ll go check on the crew.”

“Actually,” Iris said, “I find it all fascinating.”

“Yes, that what concerns me,” said Governor West. “No more singing about pirates, please. No need to antagonize Mr. Rory or the crew.” Iris pouted at her father’s back as he walked away. They would probably never see eye-to-eye on the whole pirate thing. Governor West very much believed in doing what was right 100% of the time. As a governor, he had to set an example for his people, he reminded her constantly.

Iris turned back toward the front of the boat, watching the ocean water slip beneath the keel. She smiled faintly as a lady’s parasol drifted past. How had it gotten all the way out here? She wondered. She imagined the lady wearing a white, multi-layered dress. Maybe it had been her wedding day. She had gotten married on the sea and lost her parasol in a strong gust of wind.

As the parasol bobbed away, she caught sight of something else in the water, square-ish in shape. “Look! A boy!” she shouted when the square sharpened into a wooden raft with an unmoving passenger. “There’s a boy in the water!”

Lieutenant Thawne and the deckhands rushed to the edge of the boat. “Man overboard!” Lieutenant Thawne shouted, rousing the others into action. “Man the ropes! Fetch a hook! Haul him aboard!”

Iris scooted toward the edge while the soldiers rushed about to fulfill the lieutenant’s orders. Ropes with hooks were thrown over the railing, then slowly dragged back up heavy with the weight of the boy and his impromptu raft. She watched as Mr. Rory laid the boy on the deck, his heading lolling in unconsciousness and his clothes dripping wet.

“He’s still breathing,” Lieutenant Thawne said when he leaned down to examine the boy.

“Mary, Mother of God!” Mr. Rory swore. As the rest of the crew put away the ropes and hook used to drag the boy in or leaned over to examine their new passenger, Mr. Rory had the misfortune of being the first to see the ominous sight appearing from the mist next: a ship broken in half and burning as it sunk into the ocean. It must have been where the boy came from!

“What happened here?” Governor West asked, brows furrowed in confusion and concern.

“It was most likely the powder magazine,” Lieutenant Thawne explained. “Merchant vessels run heavily armed.” The mast of the burning ship buckled and fell into the ocean.

“Lotta good it did them,” Mr. Rory said. Lieutenant Thawne gave him a disapproving glare. “Everybody’s thinkin’ it. I’m just sayin’ it: pirates!”

Governor West chuckled nervously. “There’s no proof of that!” But he was worried. He did not want his daughter aboard a ship during a pirate attack. “It was probably an accident,” he said aloud, largely to reassure himself.

As the crew, Lieutenant Thawne, and her father were distracted discussing the burning ship, Iris approached the boy. She didn’t get more than a glimpse before Lieutenant Thawne was barking orders again, “Rouse the captain immediately! Heave to and take in sail! Launch the boats!”

A crew member picked up the boy, moving him out of the way of the rushing deckhands. Her father leaned over her shoulder, saying, “Iris, I want you to accompany the boy. He’ll be in your charge. Take care of him!” Iris nodded and followed after the man.

The boy was placed on a flat area of the quarterdeck, a less crowded area toward the back of the ship. Iris settled beside him uncaring of the grimy wood staining her dress. She reached to tuck some of his hair behind his ear, when the boy awoke with a gasp, latching onto Iris’ wrist and immediately alert.

“It’s okay,” she said. “My name’s Iris West.”

“Bartholomew Allen,” the boy said, still panting in fright. “I go by Barry, though.”

She smiled softly at him. “I’m watching over you, Barry.” He blinked several times at her, clearly fighting exhaustion, before dropping his head and allowing himself to drift back to sleep. That’s when Iris noticed the gold chain around his neck. Leaning forward, she tugged the chain out from beneath his shirt line to find a golden medallion.

“You’re a pirate!” she exclaimed as she traced her fingers over the skull-and-crossbones design minted into the metal.

“Has he said anything?” Lieutenant Thawne asked. Iris ripped the medallion from around his neck, hiding it behind her back as she stood up and turned to face the lieutenant.

“His name’s Bartholomew Allen,” she said. “That’s all I found out.”

“Take him below,” Lieutenant Thawne ordered two soldiers standing at the ready. “Have the doctor look him over.”

Iris remained on the quarterdeck. She checked over her shoulder before holding up the medallion to get a closer look. The gold glinted in the weak morning light. Concentric circles radiated around the skull containing curved and angular symbols alike. The skull grinned menacingly back at her.

A black mass drifting across the ocean caught Iris’ attention while she examined the pendant. Frowning, she lowered the medallion and focused on the object. Her eyes widened in surprise. It was massive black ship sailing soundlessly away. It had wide black sails which were riddled with holes and from the top of the main mast flew a small black flag adorned with a skull and two crossed blades.

Iris rubbed her eyes unsure if the ghostly ship was real or a figment of her imagination. When she opened them again, the ship had dissolved back into the mist.

Disclaimer: I obviously don't  own any characters or plot-related things from The Flash or Pirates of the Caribbean. This has been written entirely for my own amusement.