#also *i* don’t want to get sick either!!!!!!

[epiicaricacy-arts]

hello manosouta/saintknight enjoyers. i bring you this: married in red AU

for those unfamiliar with married in red, it’s a short thriller RPG by studio investigrave (other games by them are elevator hitch and dead plate). the game is free as are all their other games and i highly recommend it!!

SPOILERS FOR MARRIED IN RED AND AAI2 UNDER THE CUT

unlike my sunjiao dead plate au i don’t have that solid of a story for this, mostly because i haven’t had the chance to replay the 2nd and 5th cases after finishing the game to fully grasp and contextualize their dynamic, so i will probably be able to elaborate on this more after doing that AND possibly replaying married in red.

i had a few routes for this to go down which i’ll talk about below.

the basic premise is that simeon is attending bronco’s wedding (to some unknown figure cause i couldn’t figure out anyone that could generally fit the role i needed so you can imagine whatever you want).

in this story, simeon and bronco were still childhood best friends, but after nearly freezing to death in the locked car, simeon ended up hospitalized and rather weak for most of his life with high susceptibility to illness. bronco promised he would always visit simeon whenever he was sick or in the hospital, but simeon never felt that bronco truly made up for his actions that day.

the whole thing with the president and the double doesn’t really happen i guess? the focus is what happened during their childhood but artie’s still gotta die unfortunately 🤷‍♀️

under the impression that carmelo was bronco’s father and killed frost, simeon made sure that bronco would also have to face the loss of a loved one and sabotaged his wedding. bronco would’ve wanted simeon to be his best man, but ultimately decided not to put him in that position due to his health. unlike in MIR i think simeon had to have been invited but just as a guest.

here’s where i came up with multiple versions of the story. you can choose whatever seems to make most sense or whatever you like more 🤷‍♀️

the first is just following the events of MIR. simeon kills the person bronco intended to marry, frames bronco for the murder, and gets him arrested for revenge, promising that he’ll visit bronco every day in prison!!!

the second involved a bit more manipulation on simeon’s part. although i’m not sure how much he could really pull this off but who knows that guy did some whacky shit. in this version, simeon informs bronco that something dangerous is going to occur at the event: someone there is a threat, and bronco, as the bodyguard he is, needs to neutralize it. simeon then tries to frame it so that bronco’s fiance was the threat and his pride in his profession took priority over his fiance and killed them.

i think the second one is more interesting but i’m not as confident in its plausibility for these characters but 🤷‍♀️ i would love to hear people’s thoughts if they have any :]

anyways, making these AUs with SIG games is such a blast, especially editing the screenshots and writing text. maybe i’ll make more for either the dead plate or MIR AU’s at some point but that’s a later me thought

simeon having a similar hairstyle to frost was on purpose btw. also god i hated drawing bronco’s hair wtf is going on with that guy 😔

thank you for reading !!!!

[orleans-jester]

“I am feeling pretty jolly,” Figaro admitted. Seeing their father was bittersweet but there was a lot of good to take away from that. He was watching over them. And he was proud. The ghosts of their Merry Men friends stuck around. There wasn’t much reason to not be jolly.

“I think I’d make a sick Larry,” Figaro hummed as they careened the bus down the mountain road. “Hey Iorek, you wanna be Gary?”

The bear let out a sound that sounded half-whine, half yawn. Figaro looked over their shoulder at him.

“Mrs. Puff? You want to be Mrs goddamn Puff?” They said, with wide eyes. “Damn. I didn’t know you wanted to go for sex appeal. Let’s fuckin do it.”

They nodded, not having much of an opinion either way of whether Livvy was still going to be active in their lives or not. “Hey, she’s alive though, that’s something,” They said. Not a lot of people were these days. “So there’s a chance that you’ll be able to see her again.”

Looking on the bright side wasn’t always their forte but when it came to Will? Goddamn, they really wanted him to be happy. Even if it was with someone like Livvy. That girl had made him smile, while also being frustrating at the same time. Messy - but at least he was showing his teeth.

“You’re right about that, I miss meeting people,” Figaro said, eyes on the road, their voice actually being serious. “Nothing against our friends obviously but - yeah. Variety in the spice of life and we’re not getting that. I’m growing sick of paprika, I want some chile.”

They didn’t mean this romantically, obviously, but they were a social being. There was nothing shy about Figaro. They’d just pop in and make themselves at home, that’s how they made a lot of their friends. And either they gott rejected, or they were invited in as if they had always been there. Meeting Flotsam, as if they had been instant best friends the moment that they met. The high school cafeteria table where they sat, despite not really talking to Arthur and Lance, boom, as if they had been sitting together since kindergarden. And then inviting Willem over to live with them despite only having spoken for a couple of days. They tested that chemistry with a lot of people. And now there wasn’t anyone to pop up on.

Figaro agreed though. Willem did need a certain kind of chaos in his life. “Maybe she’ll surprise ya one day,” They offered. Granted, it seemed HIGHLY unlikely that Delta was ever going to invite in someone like Livvy, a human that didn’t offer that much to her at all. Not without killing her or something similar. But regardless. Stranger things have happened.

They chuckled as they heard Willem sing and joined in with the tune. “-in the closet, that’s Hansel, he’s a bit shy so don’t scream too much!”

They parked up by the playground and looked out the windshield at the building. This area didn’t get much upkeep in Feral. Willem was the only one who really ever came to it. Old blood - once a bright red but now a brick-brown, blended into the walls, and a few bodies still lay around, decomposing. Figaro grabbed the Dragon-Fruit Little Tree air freshener from the mirror and wrapped it around their wrist. “Man, I hate the smell of the dead in the morning,” They sighed.

The bodies didn’t smell too much. It was mostly just bones and a bit of ooze. Being left out in the elements like the sun and the rain definitely had their effects. But they took a big whiff of the air freshener before daring to step outside.

It was still dark, the sky only lightening slightly, as they approached the building. It seemed so desolate. It didn’t need the Frank and Delta treatment to be spooky. “Why am I getting REC vibes? Quarantine? I wish I had a machete.”

That’s when they spotted something glistening. “Oh hey, a dead cop. Oooooh, hey, a dead cop’s gun!” They said, going towards it and took it out of the corpse’s fingerbones. “Now we’re going Resident Evil, baby. Let’s go hang out with some cool dolls.”

He even obliged. "Oh person, my person. I love you, my person. Oh jolly person." He laughed as he watched Smalls literally bounce their way back to the bus because of course they would.

Maybe Willem wasn't completely disappointed either that he wasn't going to visit the dolls alone. It had always been an alone activity and it felt nice to get to share that. Maybe it wouldn't feel so sad this way? It always felt sad even though the dolls themselves made him happy. Willem liked their sappy side. It made him feel less alien like his feelings were out of place. He was going to soak it up while the mood was there.

"You and that SpongeBob." He laughed remembering some swimwear they once wore on vacation as he finished up rubbing baby wipes on his face. Good times. "Larry's all yours."

He kept looking up into the mirror worried he'd missed something but finally settled back into his seat for the ride. A casual glance up here or there would prove he still had it in his sort-slightly vain pirate head anyway.

"Okay cool...and riiiiiight." The memory actually made him laugh. "Me either." He was hardly on Livy's radar until he tried to be. He didn't even want to be at first.

So, he'd toss out a "turn here" and a "right" or "go left at the stop" off and on just in case Figaro wasn't sure along the way.

Still, in came a question that maybe he should have been ready for but wasn't.

"Nah. Not since I last mentioned...." His voice hung like he wanted to say more. It came out sadder than he meant for it to. He didn't mean to be so transparent.

It was a simple question with a simple answer. Sure. But it was easy to jump to the next questions. Did he want to hear from her? Did his tone answer that question without having to ask it of himself? Did he still know it was probably for the better? Yeah. Did he miss her anyway? Fuck yeah.

So, was he going to pirate up and admit it even though he didn't have to?

"Aye, I miss her. I really messed that one up, Smalls. I know she was a prat but fuck it all. Who's not?"

To ward off his uncomfortable feeling he looked in the mirror again and messed with his hair. Her prattiness just came so close to aligning so perfectly with his it was hard not to think about it when nothing else filled the void.

"Or maybe I'm just lonely? I don't know. Because there's just so many people in Feral to meet." He said sarcastically. "Prattiness is better than loneliness? I admit I was feeling pretty shitty till Geppetto showed up."

He was surrounded by personalities in Funkytown so obviously it was romantic connection, a heart string he longed for.

"Yes, I know we can leave now." He interjected as if cutting off the first obvious he could think of to his own argument. "But my dolls. My work. I don't know. I need- I need- I need a homebody who likes adventures too. Somebody who gets it. I still miss her chaos. I'm a person who needs a certain amount of chaos, Smalls."

He shrugged because he didn't know how to explain that was the one thing he couldn't quite get through to Livy not that Smalls even asked for any of this. Hell, he couldn't even manage to get it through Piper's head. No one took him seriously. Crazy he could handle. A shady past he could handle. He was down for colorful. Heck, that's what he wanted just not at the expense of his dolls. Someone had to just get it. Get Funkytown. How to find that person? He wasn't sure. Maybe they didn't exist. Maybe he wasn't meant to be taken seriously and that thought just broke his heart as they drove.

He pointed at a stop sign. "To the left."

He half laughed when he realized what he said and said it a couple more times like the song, "To the left, to the left." Then went- "No-no. Not left there. I was just singing." Then had to start laughing.

"It's that complex up there. The building sort of by the playground."

[landlessbud]

in what fucking world is it “cute” to come to your partner’s family’s holiday gathering while SICK

[goldkirk]

I don’t know how to explain any more clearly that it doesn’t MATTER if it seems legitimate to you. You have got to fact check every single headline and post and claim on the left just like you need to do on the right.

The left is NOT immune to misinformation and rushed reporting. And the more emotionally polarizing or shocking the talking points, sound bytes, and headlines are, the worse it is and more frequently it happens.

Learn to verify through multiple independent sources. If you can’t do that, you can’t trust it.

If you have to wait extra hours for the real information to come through vetted channels—NOT just one individual somewhere everyone links to, and not just one single media source either, EVEN if it’s a major news network—thats just how it has to be. What news outside of genuine local disasters near you TRULY needs your outrage and post-sharing in the next hour specifically?

Misinformation works best by not seeming like misinformation and by fitting in with the rest of what you already expect to see. It doesn’t help anyone to not be able to recognize and avoid the stuff.

[nonsensechemicals]

crying whenever i talk about Cookie9 because all my friends have these interesting and unique theories on them while i take everything too literally and they all just stare at me like “dude… uuugh we r TIRED” <-they dont actually say this they are very kind to me but i can Feel It

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

ppl will go “i’d notice if society was going to sacrifice a marginalised group of people and if they said that it’s ok that a bunch of people would die then i would stand against it” and then they’ll hear people saying “well only disabled and vulnerable people will die of covid” and go “yes this is normal and ok and fine”

[ya-what--ya-erster]

my parents know I struggle with eating sometimes, they KNOW, and they won’t let me just eat what I fucking want for dinner. The only thing that isn’t going to make me sick, because I’ve had my mind set on it for the past several hours. And they’ve decided that if I don’t eat whatever nasty shit they’ve got going on (it’s some sort of meat that has NO seasonings or sauce at all, and potatoes with too much cheese on them) then I’m not allowed to eat anything at all. I just want to fucking eat the food I had fucking ready for myself and they won’t let me because they think I don’t follow their rules enough, so their solution is to make me, who struggles with eating pretty frequently, eat their way or not eat anything and I’m so fucking done

[merevide]

thinking about killing eve again. thinking about eve. and her inhabitions and how she was so repressed and unfulfilled and her only true escape from that was her extensive research into female assassins and through that and getting fired and then rehired she meets villanelle and they basically bring out the worst in each other obvi but that’s also kinda their best selves because all villanelle wants is to be understood and that’s also what eve wants but she denies and denies and denies and she basically keeps denying everything until it’s too late and she’s left alone, again, screaming out in the water.

[camgoloud]

i simply feel that if you burn shit in your roommate’s skillet you should then feel the obligation to be the one who scrapes it out and cleans up

[seventh-district]

several days and 15 thousand words later, i am relieved to report that the suffocating urge to Write Something has been sated and no longer has me in a chokehold

[muutosarchive]

people really wanna be mad at Eminem for no reason. yall too stupid to realize Megan dissed him in Hiss, & he was just firing a shot back. It’s not that serious.

[orangespottedgiraffe]

So

[heroesriseandfall]

Cass is not a human lie detector…

[newvision]

watching debates on abortion rights is so insane to me. you’ll have pro lifers say stuff like getting an abortion is the same as murdering a born child and then that very same person agreeing that women should never be shamed for getting an abortion because “it’s a difficult decision”. girl you believe them to be murderers? I can’t think of anyone who should feel more ashamed than people who kill their children, it’s just that I don’t think abortion is the same as murder. Things aren’t adding up, you’re not as good of a person as you think you are babe

[1-ufo]

I’m bout to get on a plane in a few days and I was feeling nervous about that because I’ve had earaches so I thought I had an ear infection right? And well, I had a coworker get on a plane with an ear infection and his whole eardrum burst and he went deaf in that ear and I guess bled all over the place and had such bad vertigo he couldn’t enjoy his vacation.

So obviously I went to the doctor about it bc I do not want that to happen to me and also my ear hurts so like… I also don’t want that.

But it turns out I have this thing called tubal dysfunction and there’s basically nothing I can do about my ear pain except plug my nose and blow through my ears because the pressure on the inside of my ears is less than the pressure on the outside of my ears because for some reason the tube that connects to your sinuses is like… partially collapsed and causing pressure in differences and it’s just really annoying who knew this was even a thing.

[museenkuss]

Spn blogs in my recs and they WILL NOT LEAVE.