#id like to. hm. Speculate! of a sort!

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

With the modern au, can we learn more about how Frank and Eddie got together? If that's alright with you!

i. i'll admit. i kinda. forgot to think about them

[ballplayersxo]

https://www.tumblr.com/ballplayersxo/732566555741831168/anybody-got-tea-on-the-current-spurs-they-used-to?source=share

i came across this ask which ill give my first shot at answering in my own way cause im a spurs fan! and girl all i can say is i wish there was more tea to report on 😭😭 not to say that theres zero drama going down in san antonio.. ive always asked myself: theres so much nba tea floating around but so little on my guys?? but now i understand that drama doesnt happen as regularly bc gregg popovich has more control over these niggas off the court than you would expect. in other teams its not really a common thing for coaches to hold players accountable for non basketball related things but id compare pop/the organization to a teacher/school because in a way they operate as figures of authority (similar to college-style basketball). its tougher to find spurs drama since he keeps the younger guys on a tighter leash after learning the hard way from tim duncans messy ass divorce/tony parkers cheating scandal but i assure you tea is there even tho its harder to find. i do agree with anon that sochan and vassell look like hoes but idk if we'll ever get to know that (unproven rn) side of them aside from speculation by who they follow on insta. including jeremy whos the most active on socials, all of them trained to move in silence + being a small market + tight pr means less reports but yes there is some tea and hottakes id like to spill although its not much

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speaking of primo hes an ex spur but josh primo signed a new contract after joining the clippers and proposed to his (white) gf (story in attachment above). congrats her ig he has the face of a child whos balls havent dropped yet AND is a sex offender 🤷🏾‍♀️

context for everyone who doesnt know: primo was waived (even after he signed a contract extension apparently) because he flashed his ugly d*ck to a team staff member and then claimed he did it bc he had mental health issues. after primos babyface was sued by his psychologist (the woman he flashed) he was waived without so goodbye to his creepy ass. (on a personal note i really hate how "mental health" is used as some excuse for these sorts of things. like this nigga seriously thinks theres any valid excuse for flashing his tiny pp at women?? especially the woman whos job was helping out his "mental health" shit in the first place?? foh). it had way less info than an event like the kpj case but i think the lack of it is a testament to the spurs pr so there could be other stuff in the bg we as the public simply dont know abt

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on a more positive note ik julian champangie has a gf. shes makes frequent cameos on his insta and vice versa and have been together since high school. also i dont have the link but i clearly remember another anon in an old post here claimed that sochan is bi and follows trans women but ill put that to sleep since its false. being bi isnt 100% out of the question obviously (literally anybody can be bi without us knowing. looking at you dwight.) but theres no real evidence besides: omg look he dyes his hair and has an aesthetic he must be bi!!! i think people see a nigga who has an eccentric sense of style and instantly wanna jump to label him but nawww ive seen his following on insta 😂😂 anon was confusing "trans women" for TONS of polish/british/american (all white) insta thots. hes a cutie but it wouldnt be farfetched to assume hes not into black women. yall he aint bisexual hes biracial 😂😂

https://x.com/RTNBA/status/1691153501299134464?s=20

unrelated: sochan rookie hazing wembanyama during the offseason was kinda funny tho

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https://youtu.be/1VZykbSv7nk?feature=shared

dejounte and jaina are always on and off afaik lmfao girl secured some big bags. anyways dj talking about his experience with the spurs was insightful for me. i wasnt aware before there was alot of clash between ghetto behavior and how the organization wanted him to behave but frankly im not surprised by it

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not really gossip related but stories of irl players ive encountered:

(retired spur) i met david robinson at church when i was really young. i remember being scared of him at first cause he was so tall lol but i remember him sitting down to shake my hand and my parents taking a picture of us. its kinda embarrassing since it has the vibes of a baby crying on santas lap but funny nonetheless 😂😂

got an autograph from demar a few years back. it was quick and we didnt talk much since he had to leave after but he was cool when i asked

the only current spur ive met is devin vassell in a random encounter at the gas station (this was last yr). i recognized him but wasnt sure how he was gonna react to being approached for an autograph/photo but he was really sweet w it. i asked him where he was headed to & he said the gym but joked after that, a nap at home with his dogs lol. the names of his two dogs, iirc he told me: donovan and ace. very warm, he has a pleasant voice and smile too, if hes a longtime spur he should join our broadcast team once he retires lmao

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thank you for coming to my sas analysis despite my team lowkey tanking right now. have a great day owner, ill go back to lurking now, god bless you.

lmao anon thank you for this, i appreciate when you guys send long asks about things you care about!! but the josh primo case was definitely something that never made much sense to me. like why would he do that? i just can’t comprehend the thought process. it was a thing here in canada and a bunch of people were talking about it cause i know people who used to play with him. it’s getting weird. idk where to start with dejounte and jania but they’re both very annoying and belong with each other tbh. & gay/bi allegations are everywhere it’s crazy. lmao this was interesting overall though

[orcelito]

Mmmmm I feel like falling asleep listening to mother mother While lying on my left side... not the best idea

[shadowonwater]

Diamond Clan Settlement NPCs (Names and Dialogue)

Ended up making this because I couldn't figure out where to find this information (if it's anywhere). Was looking for this info because of something I was working on. Keep in mine this is post game as well.

Note: some NPCs have dialogue that floats above their head when you get near them, this is different from what they say when you talk to them, this dialogue will be written like this [example]. {this is for anything else of note}

NPCs:

Prima: "I can't tell you how much fun the Harmony Festival was. It really got my blood pumping!" [Unusual to see a visitor here at our settlement]

Trio of kids:

Calens: "Surveying is so cool! I wanna survey stuff, too." [What should we play today?]

Cember: "Calaba let me ride Ursaluna the other day! It was sooo much fun!" [Let's play Pass the Time!]

Lux: "Dialga is way stronger than Palkia!" [That's just sitting around waiting for time to pass!]

Alman: "Hrrrm... I see. If we work together with Pokemon as our partners, we won't need to be so reliant on the protection of the nobles."

Peren: "The Pokemon in our settlement might not seem like the reliable sort, but their attacks sure pack a punch!"

Sept: "There's a Poke Ball capable of catching almighty Sinnoh? The mind reels..." [Close: W-welcome?] [Far away: You're part of that Galaxy Team? Under that Komado fellow?]

Messis: "Now I finally understand Adaman's desire to see what the future holds. Or, at least, I think I do." [Far away: here to see Adaman?] [Close: You've got all kinds of kit with you, hm?]

House 1:

Era: "You didn't just save the Galaxy Team-you saved our clan as well! Thank you so much!"

Solis: "Whaaat? There's a Pokemon even more amazing than Dialga and Palkia?"

{There's a Teddiursa in this house!}

House 2:

Martia: "I'm going to stay in Jubilife Village for a while to learn more about making medicine."

Quin: "The incident at Mount Coronet seems to have given young Adaman more of a commanding presence Or is that just my imagination?" {Old Man}

{Trio of Psyduck in this house!}

House 3:

Vesper: "Arezu's working at the hairdresser's in Jubilife Village, right? Maybe I'll drop by or a haircut..."

Minit: "Everyone has high hopes for the future. But we mustn't forget that our future is built on the past."

{There's a Rhydon in this house!}

House 4:

Serotina: "I'm alive, and I feel like a new woman! There's so much I want to learn from the Pearl Clan and the Galaxy Team!" {appears to be using a loom}

Aetas: "The moon has set, and the sun rises in turn. Time flows on, and all is right in the world."

Kron: "Dialga, once created,/brought time into being./Be it in laughter or in tears,/the same time flows on./Such is the blessing of Dialga."

House 5:

Nones: "The Galaxy Team has given us so many ideas. Like befriending Pokemon using those Poke Balls, for example!"

Ides: "How can you catch Pokemon with something as small as a Poke Ball? How does that work?"

{there's a Lickitung in this house!}

Speculation on Diamond Clan NPCs:

Calens (likes exploring), Cember (loves Teddyursa line), Lux (Big Dialga fan), Alman (doesn't like having to be reliant on the Nobles for protection), Sept (has anxiety and best friends with Messis), Martia (working on becoming a doctor), Vesper (close friends with Arezu), Serotina (a clothing maker, friends with Anthe), Kron (a poet), Nones (wants to use pokeballs),

[automatonknight]

decided i’ll occupy myself with translating a polish SCP tale today so here you go :]

here is the original one  (keep in mind i’m only translating this, it’s not my own tale)

 Second Chance

That day i came to work a bit ealier than usual. I got myself a cup of coffee from a drinks machine and shambled in the direction of my office, where I would check my list of tasks. I sat down in an uncomfortable chair and started up my computer. After a while the screen lit up and the device started to load the operating system. In the meantime i tried to cool down my drink. I took a sip. Hm, still hot. I put the cup down and entered my password. A few boxes with information about today’s schedule showed up on the screen, including one talking about an experiment i was supposed be in charge of. Today is probably going to be pretty peaceful.

I couldn’t be more mistaken. Everything happened so fast. First the alarms blared, next came a warning about an approaching XK class scenario. There was nothing to think about, I knew what i needed to do. I was very lucky to be chosen to supervise SCP-RP-825. My mind was already set when the site started to fall apart. Before anybody could stop me i bursted into the containment cell.

-C’mere, we’re getting out of here. I warned them about this.-I said, grasping the object.

-Stop where you stand! Put the object down immediately!-I heard a harsh voice coming from behind the door. I need to be quick, they could start shooting any moment. I started up the device and set a random value and lightly waved at my would-be killers. A few of tchem got into the cell and fired, but the bullets hit wall and didn’t do me any harm. A mere few seconds later the site was blown off the face of earth. There was something enormous and destructive coming, luckily, it was none of my conern anymore. I was already outside of this reality. From what i knew from studying SCP-RP-825, during the journey, it’s users were thrown into a void-like space in between dimesions. I wasn’t any different. Everything around me went quiet, it was dark too. I was expecting this, but my body still shivered nervously. It’s pretty funny how darkness affects us.

Interestingly, while in the void, the user can see themselves perfectly. Almost as if they’re emitting light. Unfortunately, I never found out why it happens. I shook my head and sighted quietly. Even in a horrbile situation like this i never stop speculating. According to the clock situated on my left wrist I was here for about two minutes so far. I was starting to get a little concerned that I’m going to be stuck here forever, but soon my vision started to catch first glimpses of color. I exhaled and focused on making out the objects forming around me.

-I hope this world isn’t full of huge lizards or some other bullshit.-I mumbled, looking down at the SCP I was holding.- I would need to get out really qui…-Before i could finish my sentence, the device „cracked” and the display shut off.-…fuck.

A moment after the swear left my mouth, i heard a quiet „chk” of a rifle. I heard a voice behind me

-Who are you? Got your ID?- The command was loud and clear. I raised my arms slowly and looked around. I was in a room strangely similar to a canteen located in Site 17. I glanced over the walls and suprised faces of the witnesses of my sudden appearance until I saw a familiar logo on a labcoat of one of the men.

-Are you fucking kidding me…-I let go off SCP-RP-825. It shattered upon contact with the sterile, shiny floor.

-I swear I’m not a member of the Chaos Insurgency!- I raised my voice slightly, I grew more desperate after realising, that if i won’t convince at least this one person I’m not a threat, I won’t be alive for much longer.

-And I would like to believe you, but you don’t have any evidence to back up your statements, that’s the problem.-The man sat in front of me took a sip from a mug decorated with „Best researcher in the world”. He was wearing a labcoat similar to mine.  I raised my eyebrow.

-You look like our scientists. I hope you make less mistakes than us, though.-The other guy leaned in, resting his chin on his hands, before speaking up.

-Listen, this sounds too improbable. If I wasn’t at the canteen, the guards would kill you without a second thought after hearing a story like this. Honestyly, I should send you to be terminated, but I don’t think that would help solve the situation. -He sighted.-Start over, but try to be less..chaotic this time. It’s your last chance.-I nodded, trying to collect my thoughts.

-So…my name is Krzysztof Rasiewicz and I’m a scientist working at one of the branches of the SCP Foundation, the one located in the Republic of Poland.

-Located in Poland?

-Why would one country have two, separate branches? Is this how things work in your dimension.

-No. A Polish branch is a Polish branch. Wait a second…The Republic of Poland exists in your reality? You mean Poland and Lithuania connected with a personal union?

-I mean..it existed.-I murmured.-The whole dimension is probably doomed, but I won’t be able to find out for sure. SCP-RP-825 was destroyed. As to The Republic of Poland, it was Lithuania, Hungary and Poland connected together. I wouldn’t call it a supercountry, but Russia and the USA had to keep us in mind.

-Hold up, let’s say i believe you.-He scratched his nose.-If you really were an employee of the SCP Foundation, you should remember at least some of the objects they had contained. Would you list some? And besides that, what was your clearance level?-I leaned back in the chair and took my ID out of one of my pockets. I placed it on the desk. I gestured towards it, inviting the other man to take a look. He did take a good, long look at it. -Doctor Krzysztof Rasiewicz, clearance level four, Site 17…it looks legitimate. What about the objects? I hesitated for a moment, but I realized i have pretty much nothing left to lose. I started to describe the first SCP tak came into my mind. The longer I was talking, the more suprised the other researcher looked.

-…we discovered that if one person wore both of the bracelets and clapped, something totally different would happen. If there’s only one user, telepathy is impossible, it’s logical. So, if one person wears both object A and object B, SCP-RP-145 teleports them to a long room with numbered lockers…

-Stop!-The man cut me off slamming his palm on the table.-The thing you’re describing takes subjects to the exact same place as one of our objects. We checked all of the lockers, only one of them is empty. The Chaos Insurgency probably has none of those artifacts. It’s a serious situation, so we’ll do this: if you’re not lying, you can help us avoid doing the same mistakes, that the colleaugues from your dimension did. I’ll inform the higher-ups. I’ll also apply a submission and the Polish O5 Council will sort things out by voting. For now, we’ll keep you in a cell, just to be safe. Any questions?-I realized there’s nothing more I can do so I just slowly shook my head. -Alright, see you around. Hopefully.

POLISH BRANCH OF THE SCP FOUNDATION

DR. KRZYSZTOF RASIEWICZ

LEVEL 1 SECURITY CLEARANCE

STATION 10

This is the text I saw on my new ID. The Polish Foundation branch employed me, despite many negative votes. Apparently, one vote saved me from termination. One. Is it true? I have no idea.

But I know I won’t repeat any mistakes from the past.

[ruakichan]

Okay, I know I just posted something else, but this has been nagging me since I saw it in Ch24 (Loner) and mentioning it briefly last post just sent me down a rabbit hole of speculation, so ignoring that any plot holes are due to the game’s absolutely stellar writing (/s)…

(about Rachel’s mental break, spoilers for ch9, 24, and MS:R)

MSR was released quite some time after Season 1 and really has shades of what the plotline was supposed to be for Exos Saga since the tone was noticeably much darker than Zeon’s Adventures in the Remake have been, ending with the infamous reveal that It was Rachel All Along who killed the Emperor.

MSR ended with Rachel concocting some bizarro plan to pin the murder on Ramge (or rather, let the association Ramge did it stick), then help Ramge escape with the express instruction to travel to Saint West, where Rachel’s status as King’s Guard could get him off the hook.  ... ....  ......... it makes even less sense now, almost half a year after the fact.  But that was the plan!

Looking at Rachel’s original introduction in Ch9, specifically when Ramge shows up, Ramge’s surprised by Rachel’s appearance in NVF—and Ramge’s not exactly a great actor or liar, so this reaction was genuine:

Of course, this was written long before MSR’s release. Rachel as the culprit might’ve not been the endgame then, but I doubt that, going by Ramge’s reticience to Baraka’s threat and Baraka’s subsequent reaction in Ch8.  So what if the writers actually Big Brained the whole thing and Ramge’s reaction makes sense because Rachel was supposed to be at Saint West(ish), waiting to “catch” him?

Rachel reaction to Ramge’s surprise at meeting him in NVF is a statement of confusion:

Doesn’t seem to make sense if there had been a plan to… well, basically catch Ramge and bring him to Saint West to clear him of all charges.  But Rachel could also be lying, trying to keep up the act that he had nothing to do with the assassination and was just being a good friend to his bestest buddy.

So. Shoddy writing? Cover-up?

Or is this seriously some big brain shit that I only just realized makes sense if we go with the whole “actually yes, it is a split personality thing.”

Now, I don’t think it’s the split-personality type where it’s two different people, Good Boy and Bad Boy, a Jekyll and Hyde. His personality in Saga made it pretty clear that he was very aware of his intrusive thoughts and accepts them as his own, but doesn’t act on them cause he’s generally a decent person until something triggers his trauma (aka: his inability to protect).

I think it’s more like a switch, something that turns off his moral judgment and in doing so, shuts down that ‘nice’ part of him. Sort of like, I guess, you can say the Hulk?

(Hm.  It’s hard to explain; I actually had an OC like this, where it was the id overriding the ego, but not in the sense that it was two distinct personalities with two separate set of memories. It would be akin to sleepwalking, where you did things without realizing, and ‘wake up’ to those acts being done and recognizing they were done, in fact, by you, but just by a part of your brain that normally isn’t ‘on’ because the other part of your brain was ‘on.’  Something like that.)

This could be further supplemented (and why I’m even yammering about this) by the scene in Ch23 (Loner) where, at the end, Rachel is lost and broken with despair and his final line is (the line is the same in Korean):

As the screen fades to black, there is a very distinct creaking sound like a door opening, which is an audio cue the game has never done before and considering how the story’s format is done, singles it out as an incredibly important audio cue.

When Rachel shows up again, he’s rampaging through the enemy, blind to friend or foe, and his artwork has changed into his Awakening Fatecore, Executor of the Battlefield:

The translation uses the ‘divided personalities’ thing, which is why there’s a subset of fans who subscribe to the multiple personality theory, but he’s never given any indication in Heroes or Saga of having an alt-in-a-Jekyll-and-Hyde way so much as holding homocidal impulses and intrusive thoughts.  When he killed the Emperor, there was no ‘yeah I’m another person’ act or even in the Heowon comic where Emma found him surrounded by the dead assassins he killed there was no indication another separate personality was at play. Even his “Now assassins fear me” world-map line is very self-aware. He doesn’t have alts of good and bad—he’s a berserker who copes through murder.

So I think Awakening basically broke the off switch.  He’s always sleepwalking now.  Intrusive thoughts are just thoughts; he operates quite normally but he doesn’t try to suppress his cruelty.  He hulked up. (LOL at the idea of this twinky boy hulking up tho lolololol)  Basically his MO is exactly as described by his Core Memory group i am extremely concerned for both his and ramge’s safety right now www:

(I’ve been slowly hammering at an AU where Ramge and Rachel meet later in life when Rachel’s already king, and Garff refers to him as a benevolent tyrant. lol)

Anyhoo, all of that is to explain that when he killed the Emperor, along with his actions thereafter, it could be argued the switch flipped off on his “nice” self. His have-no-compunctions self sleepwalks, does the deed and attempts a cleanup, and the nice one doesn’t "wake up” until Ramge’s gone. So Rachel-as-usual came back to find that Ramge left and the Emperor’s dead. Of course, he knows Ramge didn’t actually do it (BROS GOTTA STICK TOGETHER) but surmised Shufraken orchestrated it:

Now, I love Rachel and I 100% believe he’s a liar (it’s all over my stories, after all), but keeping up this deception just seems so bizarre in the context of YOU ARE THE ONE THAT DID IT AND YOU ARE BLAMING YOUR BEST FRIEND WHO YOU LIKE LITERALLY KILLED THE EMPEROR TO PROTECT SO I AM VERY CONFUSED???? but maybe this is all unreliable narrator and my joke post about how Rachel actually is just fucking with Ramge’s head with all that loyalty nonsens nd ahgkl ahg;h

-TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES PLEASE STAND BY-

As I was saying, this could also mean that his whole “so how do I clear Ramge’s name” and “let’s escape to Brunn” weren’t contradicted by MSR, but a huge big brain by the writers that Rachel legitimately doesn’t remember what actually happened.

Am… am I giving the writers too much credit? This is a ridiculous twist I could see a fanfic writer doing but… would the game writers actually do something like this?  Am I just big braining myself?!

Man, I think I love this character too much; I’m sitting here literally arguing with myself if the writers actually managed to do this kind of weird-ass plot twist or if they’re just making it as they go along as they have with basically all other aspects of the game.

(it’s probably definitely the latter but they have surprised me a number of times concerning rachel so i’m buckled in for this ride)

[tact-and-impulse]

Basically, since I saw the novel translation that Akane meets with Kougami’s mom, my mind ran wild with speculation. Spoilers for up to First Inspector.

Stouthearted

Tomoyo is accustomed to living alone. Wake up, brush her teeth, have breakfast, check the news offered by her AI secretary.

The golden starfish cheerfully spins as it announces her Hue. “Mint green!”

“Thank you, Hoshiko.” She finishes her coffee, the bottom of the cup sweeter than the rest. She has a lengthy schedule for the weekend but just before she can bring it up, there’s a knock at her door, loud enough to scare Hoshiko into vanishing.

She fastens her bathrobe and runs a hand through her unruly hair. No one’s visited her in a long time. Uncertain and cautious, she only opens the door a crack, enough to see who this stranger is. “Hello?”

“Good morning!” Her visitor is a young woman, whose face is briefly obscured when she bows in greeting. Behind her, a storage drone patiently waits. “I’m sorry to disturb you. Inspector Tsunemori, from the Public Safety Bureau.” She holds up her ID in confirmation. “Are you Kougami Tomoyo-san?”

“Yes…please, come in.” Tomoyo pulls the door further. It’s best that whatever conversation will follow, it should happen inside.

“Ah, just a moment.” Tsunemori unlocks the drone and removes a box from the metal interior, almost too big for her to carry.

“Do you need help?”

“N-no, I’ve got it.” She sets it down and sighs with relief as Tomoyo closes the door.

“I know who you are.”

“Eh?”

“Well, a little.” She concedes. “Shinya called me now and then, and your name came up often. He said you were a good boss.”

It’s comforting to put a face to the name, and she does look young, but tragedy colors a person in a specific, indelible way. Tomoyo recognizes it as Tsunemori’s gaze clouds over. Her answer is strained. “Not as good as I would have liked to be.”

An awkward pause follows, before Tomoyo offers. “I was finishing breakfast. Would you like anything?” Even as she asks, she heads into the kitchen and grabs a cup.

“I don’t want to bother you-”

“No, not at all. It’s been a while since I’ve had a guest, so I apologize for the clutter. Tea? Coffee?”

Tsunemori gives a little smile. “Coffee, please. And I don’t mind, my apartment is far from organized. Oh.”

“What is it?”

“I just realized I might have made things worse for you. Um, the box has books and clothes. Personal items. Not the dishes though, the Bureau took them for reuse. Anyway, I thought, since you’re his mother, you would like his things.” The girl is very nervous, stumbling over her words, but she doesn’t break eye contact. It reassures Tomoyo.

“I would. Thank you very much.” She softly replies. “For now, unpacking can wait. Have a seat.”

They sit across from one another, Tomoyo having refilled her own cup halfway. She’s unsure of what to discuss; there must be protocol to adhere to, and she doesn’t want to make things more difficult for Tsunemori.

Thankfully, Tsunemori speaks first. “I’m sorry, if I interrupted any plans.”

“Nothing urgent. When you live alone for a long time, plans become flexible. I should be the one apologizing, if you’re on the clock.”

“No, it’s okay. I haven’t taken time off before, and this had to be done.”

Hm. She decides Tsunemori isn’t bad.

They sort through the box together. Tomoyo doesn’t recognize most of the books, the titles unfamiliar. The clothes also seem foreign, tinged with bitter cigarette smoke. She never did approve of that habit, and she frowns as she piles the different articles around her. And yet…underneath the acrid smell, it still smells like her boy.

One of the bulkier items is a fur-lined coat, something for the winter months. She sees the way the girl’s fingertips brush over the collar, how her eyes become weighted with melancholy.

“You can keep it.”

“Eh?” Tsunemori looks up at her, startled.

“I can’t keep everything in my place, and besides, you were his boss. Thank you for looking after my son.”

Tsunemori murmurs a half-hearted protest, but she folds the jacket in her lap. It goes with her when she leaves, and Tomoyo assumes that’s the end.

***

But it isn’t. Tsunemori continues to visit, every month or so. Each time is fairly short, enough to drink tea or coffee together. She’s a sweet young lady, unfailingly polite and conversational. They talk about nonconsequential things. The weather, novels, cooking tips. The latter proves to be a bountiful topic, since Tsunemori is inexperienced.

Once, Tomoyo asks about her work. She’s curious if anything’s changed since Shinya was an Inspector. It really hasn’t, and it doesn’t surprise Tomoyo, yet she can’t help but feel disappointed.

In turn, she describes a little of her job, that she analyzes data sent from the local hospital. The majority of her work is remote. She does not share why, though she’s certain Tsunemori can guess. Although the Sybil System can insist it only punishes criminals, family inevitably suffers too. They are carriers of some insidious factor or ticking bombs of the same defective nature but with longer fuses.

Tsunemori also doesn’t ask, though she receives an interrupting message. “Something just came up. I’ll see you later…Kougami-san.” It’s not the first time she’s hesitated addressing Tomoyo.

“Please, ‘Tomoyo-san’ is fine.”

She visibly relaxes. “Then, you can use my name too. It’s Akane.”

“Akane-chan it is.” And for the first time in a while, her smile feels natural.

***

On a rare night, she wakes up crying.

Hoshiko, dimmer in night mode, hovers over her. “Your Hue is Aquamarine. Would you like mental care?”

“This is my mental care. Tears are like stagnant water; sometimes, they need to flow out to feel better.” Satoru told her that once. She couldn’t remember where he read it from, but in moments like now, she could easily recall his voice. “And tears tire me out, I’ll go to sleep soon.” She forcibly shuts the AI down and dabs at her swollen eyes.

It takes an hour, but she does fall asleep again. In the morning, she dusts Shinya’s old room.

***

On her visits, Akane offers to help around the house, but she insists that the younger woman sit and relax.

“It’s enough that you keep an old lady like me company.”

“You’re not so old, Tomoyo-san.”

She gives Akane a flat stare. “But you must have friends your age, or a boyfriend or a girlfriend.”

“I do have friends, we meet up sometimes. As for a boyfriend, I’m too busy for one.” She pauses. “I hope your husband doesn’t mind me intruding.”

She’s perplexed for a moment before she remembers the steel band on her finger. “Oh, this isn’t a wedding ring.” Out of habit, she gives it a twist. “It’s an old gift from Shinya’s father, Satoru. We grew up on the same street, although he was ahead of me by two years. He helped me in my literature classes. Shinya has his father’s scholarliness. Always reading, always thinking inward.” She remembers glancing up from her essays, light pouring from her childhood bedroom window, to steal looks at Satoru’s thoughtful profile.

“It sounds like you still think highly of him.” Akane carefully says.

“I always will. When I was young, they had just introduced the compatibility matches. Satoru and I were a good match, but he had a better one with someone else. A rich girl, in the city across the lake. He left by boat to speak to the family in person, to explain that he couldn’t accept, but there was a bad storm. He drowned.”

There had been an investigation, a pair of detectives who had questioned her. In hindsight, they were very kind to her, but she was aggravated and terse and though she didn’t know it at the time, hormonal.

“You must have been very upset.” Akane softly says.

“My Psycho-Pass was…volatile. Crime Coefficients were not available then, and I’m not sure what mine would have been. But after I found out I was pregnant, I committed myself to living for the child.”

Her son was born in the dark, cold, early time before sunrise. Towards the end of her labor, she had been so exhausted, it took effort to breathe. Her eyelids felt weighted when the doctor urged her to see her baby. One look upon Shinya’s squalling little face, and she was no longer tired.

“My parents helped before they passed. Satoru’s family had pushed him to accept the other woman, so we weren’t close. But they sent money to Shinya, at least until he was an adult.” They cut off ties completely after his Hue clouded. “And now, he has no one, wherever he is.”

Tsunemori’s expression is troubled, but she doesn’t speak.

It’s been one year since her son vanished into the outside world. She wonders if he’s eating enough.

***

She dreams of traversing her high school’s corridors. She doesn’t know why she’s here. The faces of long-gone teachers and classmates blur around her. She has to leave, she can’t stay, though she doesn’t know why. She decides that it’s because Satoru isn’t here. The hallways seem so much longer, and the stairs widen at an exaggerated angle. Other students crowd around her, and it’s agonizing to finally reach the exit at the ground floor.

She opens the door, and runs headlong into the rehabilitation facility’s visiting area, almost colliding against the glass screen that separates her from her boy. Shinya’s in white robes, his face gaunt and unshaven. When he looks up at her, his eyes are shadowed from lack of sleep. His darkened Hue floats above his head, and she relives this memory, the dread of learning her son’s become a latent criminal.

He smiles at her in recognition, but it quickly turns bitter. “Sorry, Mama.”

***

“Your Hue is very clear. That’s quite surprising. Most parents in your situation fare worse.” Her therapist marvels.

“I do what I can. I get by.”

“Well, I think you can excel in group therapy.” A short explanation follows. “The advantages are well-documented. I believe you’d be a good addition. You can take your time to think it over.”

She’s given a pamphlet, which she pockets and leaves on her kitchen table. It stays there while she’s eating. This time last year, she would have thrown it away by now. She’s been self-sufficient for so long, it’s become her gut instinct to reject anything that disrupted her carefully crafted solitude. However…Akane’s presence has reminded her it could be pleasant to talk to other people. Healing.

She’ll go once, and then she can reevaluate if she needs to. After dinner, she has Hoshiko add group therapy to her schedule.

***

“You smell like cigarettes.” Tomoyo points out. “Have you picked up smoking?”

“Not exactly.” Akane looks embarrassed. “I just light them and leave them on an ashtray.”

“Secondhand smoke is still dangerous.”

“It isn’t too often. Only to help me think.” The connection to Shinya is blatantly obvious. Not for the first time, Tomoyo wonders what their relationship was. From what she recalled, Shinya had thought well of Akane; he had said she had an optimistic perspective and a detective’s instincts. Once, he mentioned she was kind. That was high praise from him. Tomoyo couldn’t forget it.

“I didn’t like it when Shinya started and I still don’t.” She bluntly says. “But as long as you’re careful, I won’t say any more.”

Akane nods. It’s not a promise to quit.

***

There’s a period of time when Akane doesn’t visit for three months. When she finally knocks on Tomoyo’s door, she’s welcomed with open arms.

“How are you doing, Akane-chan? I assumed your work was keeping you busy.”

“It was.” She stares blankly for a moment, before she crumples and begins to cry.

Immediately, Tomoyo helps her in and sits her down in the nearest chair. She grabs a tissue box and pushes it toward Akane, as she murmurs. “There, there. Take your time.”

Eventually, after a handful of wadded tissues, she’s able to speak. “…My grandmother passed away.”

“I’m sorry. You said you were close to her.”

She nods. “It was…very sudden.”

“Have you had mental care?”

“I have. My Hue’s alright. It still feels difficult though.” She looks so young, and Tomoyo remembers she’s only twenty-two.

“It might feel that way for a while, but it should pass. Your grandmother wouldn’t want you to suffer for her sake.” She reassures. She brings tea and water and crackers, while Akane recovers herself.

“Thank you.”

“Of course. Any time.”

Before Akane leaves, she seems pensive, in the way a question is brewing in her mind. But she doesn’t, only reiterating her gratitude. Tomoyo suspects she was going to inquire about how she copes. In truth, she doesn’t have a definitive mechanism. Maybe, she’s just accustomed to carrying the pain, so tightly embedded in her Hue that not even Sybil can filter it out.

***

“Even artificial flowers brighten up the place, hm?” Tomoyo says out loud, as she arranges a vivid bouquet in a vase. There is no reply from the porch. Sae stares emptily into the distance, the wind ruffling her hair.

Now that Nobuchika-kun’s become an Enforcer, he reluctantly requested that should she happen to be near Okinawa, that Tomoyo visit his mother. “She always seems a little better after she’s had company.”

Tomoyo wasn’t confident, but she wasn’t in a position to judge and she trusts Nobuchika-kun. Her work had no issue with extending her trip by a day, since it was for mental care. Well, she never said who it was for, but as long as it was to help someone else, she had no qualms about bending the truth.

Satisfied with her work, she steps out into the fresh air. She adjusts the blanket over the woman’s lap, though it’s hard to tell if she’s comfortable. A set of beautifully crafted chimes sways and emits a haunting melody. Sae doesn’t react, and Tomoyo feels an irrational anger. They’re not alike at all. She could never imagine being in such a state, she’d rather be dead. But it wasn’t Sae’s fault either. The other woman never asked to be like this, not her or the other eustress victims.

Tomoyo sighs. “I’m sorry. I’m not a very good companion. But…we do have something in common. We’re among the countless women in history who were left behind by the men we love.” Akane’s face also pops into her mind.

Movement in her peripheral vision draws her attention. Sae’s lips purse, as if she’s about to speak. But her expression relaxes again into a blank slate.

Her hands itch with the need to do something useful, so Tomoyo takes hold of Sae’s wheelchair. “Let’s go for a stroll. The weather’s so nice, isn’t it?”

At the end of the day, she tucks Sae into bed. The woman falls asleep almost instantly, like a child. Tomoyo leaves her be, with the drones to care for her.

***

“I met him in Shamballa.”

Tomoyo’s throat goes dry, as emotion floods over her. “How is he?”

Akane smiles. “He’s well. He’s alive and intact, the last time I saw him. He’s on the move, helping people. I told him I visit you, and he said thank you. And that you never show any weakness.”

Shinya’s alive. Four long years, and finally, she has something to hold onto. “As long as he’s still breathing, that’s enough for me.”

“I thought you would say that.” Her good humor slips. “I wasn’t able to bring him back though.”

She reaches out, to reassuringly pat Akane’s back. “To be honest with you, that might be for the best. As much as I want to see him, his Psycho-Pass…”

“I know. I just wish there was a way. And now that I’ve met him again, I don’t think I can give up. I’ll keep trying, Tomoyo-san.”

A thank you pales in comparison to the intensity of her determination, so Tomoyo bows her head. “I believe you can. In the meantime, we’ll wait. We’ve already done plenty of that, haven’t we?”

“Yes.” Akane agrees. “But I hope not for too much longer.”

***

Her son is home.

He’s more solid now, but his face hasn’t really changed. Her nose wrinkles at the tobacco clinging to his clothes; she hugs him tightly anyway.

“Hi, Mama.” He says, and she fights back tears. She won’t cry in front of him, or Akane, or their friends looking on. And definitely not out in a driveway. “I’m sorry for leaving you alone.”

“I’m just glad you’re here.” She answers, ignoring her clogged sinuses. “And I haven’t been alone, not in a long time. Akane-chan’s been visiting me.”

“Akane-chan?” He repeats. His eyes dart to Akane, brows lifting. “That’s funny, I didn’t hear about that either.”

“Well, now you know.” She beams. “Come inside, Tomoyo-san.”

As he takes her jacket, Shinya mutters. “She calls you ‘Tomoyo-san’, Mama.”

“And?”

“I don’t get that same treatment.”

“If it upsets you, you should do something about it.” She dryly responds. Her son’s unamused expression makes her laugh, and she pats his cheek as she heads for Akane’s living room.

There’s a pair of women who she’s met today, sitting on the opposite couch. They’re friendly enough but she’s most familiar with Nobuchika-kun, who strikes up a conversation with her. His countenance lightens every time she sees him. He’s changed very much since his school days with Shinya, and she’s as proud of him as if he were her own.

She’s happy. Truly, unbelievably happy.

In the kitchen, Akane is making coffee for everyone, and Shinya’s stepped over to help her out. She’s never seen them together before, and now that she has, it’s like they’re tethered by a gravitational pull. It stirs the romantic in her to life after so long.

It is also the last time they meet for many months.

***

In the ensuing whirlwind of events, Tomoyo does her best to occupy herself. Group therapy has helped in that regard. She’s taken more of a mediating position as of late. It’s not long before an unfamiliar couple joins the monthly session. They introduce themselves with the name Tsunemori, and Tomoyo maintains a stoic expression. She treats them neutrally, trying to parse them out. They’re about what she expected: subdued and fearful of uncertainty, especially with regards to Akane.

Afterwards, she takes her time putting on her coat, watching everyone else walk out. When the Tsunemoris emerge, she strides a little ahead, so she can turn to them and speak.

“Your daughter’s strong. Have faith in her.” They blink at her in confusion, but she continues. “She’s helped me so much. If you have time, would you like to have tea?”

***

She calls him after washing her breakfast dishes. “Today’s the day, right?”

“Yeah, finally.”

She can hear the restrained impatience in Shinya’s voice and smiles. “Is your car clean?”

“Mama.”

“I don’t want Akane-chan to be driven out of that place in a dirty car.”

“Of course not. Don’t worry.” He grumbles.

“Well, I do. She’s like the daughter I don’t have.”

“…working on it.”

“What was that?” Of course, she knew what he said, but she wanted to hear him say it clearer.

“Nothing. We’ll see you at dinner tonight.”

She purses her lips. “We’ll talk more then. Have fun, be safe.”

He sighs, but his reply is fond. “Alright. See you later.” The call ends.

Hoshiko announces her Hue for the day. “Powder blue! Would you like me to pull up your shopping list?”

“In fifteen minutes. Thank you.” The starfish blinks out and she exhales. She’s alone, but not for long. She finishes her coffee with a smile.

[ageless-aislynn]

Title: “Switch” Author:  @ageless-aislynn​ Characters/fandom: Caitlin Snow/Harrison Wells|Eobard Thawne (ReverseSnow), The Flash Summary: Getting swapped into Harrison Wells’ body is an eye-opening experience for Caitlin. In more ways than one. For Snowells Week 2019, Day 3, prompt: Body-Swap Rating:  PG Length:   1,404 Spoilers/warnings: None Disclaimer: Definitely not mine but I do enjoy borrowing them just for a bit! ;) A/N: Body-swapping is one of my favorite tropes, so I could probably have fun writing a full-length ReverseSnow novel on it, lol! But, in lieu of that, here's a shorter little bit set in season 1. ;) If you read, I hope you enjoy! :D ♥

"I'm not sure," Cisco mused speculatively as he and Caitlin entered the Cortex. "'Mixer-Switcher' just doesn't feel like my best effort when it comes to metahuman names. Sounds too much like I'm calling him a DJ. Or, I dunno, saying he's not sure if he's a top or bottom. It just doesn't have that spot-on-but-still-family-friendly feel I try for."

"I'm sure you'll think of something--" Caitlin was saying as Dr. Wells turned from his computer, eyes widening.

"Look out!" he called and she spun in time to see the man in the half-black, half-white outfit pop through the doorway behind them.

"Maybe I'm a DJ who's really into BDSM," he said snidely, his gauntlets glowing as he took aim. As he fired, Barry sped in and tackled him.

The glancing edge of the blast sent Caitlin flying backwards, crashing next to Dr. Wells' wheelchair.

"Cait, you okay?" Cisco's voice sounded momentarily like it was distorted underwater.

"Dr. Snow?"

Dr. Wells rolled forward enough to get a hand around her upper arm, helping her to her feet with surprising strength.

"I'm okay," she told them both, attempting a reassuring smile. A tremor in her knees made her almost collapse. Embarrassingly, she nearly sat in his lap before managing to change trajectories to fall heavily in her chair.

"You don't look okay," Dr. Wells chided, wheeling over and tilting her head towards the light before running his hand over her skull. "Did you hit your head? Lose consciousness, even for a second?"

His touch was gentle and professional but still she blushed, having to fight the urge to lean into him. "Um, yes. I mean, no. I'm fine, I didn't hit my head or black out."

Up close, his blue eyes seemed especially piercing behind his glasses and it felt like he could see right through her. To deflect, she went on, "So, do we even have a lock on the door? How do these guys keep just walking in?"

***

A couple hours later, with Mixer-Switcher -- Cisco was right, the name could definitely use some work --  firmly ensconced in the Pipeline, Caitlin sighed as she turned her bathtub's faucets. She stripped and hung up her clothes, returning to add her favorite bath bomb. While waiting for the tub to fill, she noticed a faint bruise on the top of her shoulder. Twisting and turning, she checked herself in the mirror for any other injuries from her erstwhile tangle with the meta. She suddenly thought of Dr. Wells running his hand through her hair and her expression went a bit dreamy.

No, she thought sternly, jabbing a finger at her reflection. Harrison Wells is your boss, he's your friend, and he's not going to be the subject of some schoolgirl crush! You get these thoughts out of your head right now or--

She crashed to the ground in a suddenly much dimmer environment, hearing a glass shatter. The sharp scent of whiskey hit her nose.

For a moment, she just blinked, trying to get her bearings. Her surroundings were sparse, elegant and unfamiliar. The way she'd sprawled forward was uncomfortable so she awkwardly rolled over, gawking at the long legs stretching out before her, wearing black, well-tailored pants which were currently twisted.

"Mixer-switcher," she groaned aloud, then startled.

Oh no, I know that voice, she thought in alarm. Automatically, she looked down, patting the surprisingly firm, sculpted chest beneath the white dress shirt he'd been wearing at work today. Then she felt the angles and plains of the face she'd covertly admired for so long up to the hair she'd longed to ruffle -- wait, where were his glasses? Had they gotten knocked off when he'd fallen? Where was his wheelchair, for that matter?

She squirmed as the uncomfortable sensation threatened to spike into pain in a region she didn't possess in her own body. Plucking at the pants, she tried to... adjust things back into proper alignment from the outside, only to hiss when it got worse.

Well, I can't risk, you know, doing damage, she thought, rationalizing as she fumbled with the button and fly of his pants and reached in to move things about.

She couldn't help it, she looked, needing to visually confirm what his hand was telling her. "Oh my God," she blurted out, his voice shocked.

Her mind idly noted he was a boxer-briefs man. Tardily, she also realized she could feel his hand on his-- Whoa, feeling it a little too much, she thought, yanking away. I thought he didn't have sensation below the waist? Maybe it's just movement that's paralyzed?

His knees bent easily and she was standing before she even articulated the thought.

Harrison Wells wasn't paralyzed.

While she was trying to process that bombshell, the phone jangled loudly. The next thing she knew, she'd crashed into the wall at the end of the long room hard enough to leave a small crater where his shoulder hit.

The impact also made her aware of something hard in his pocket. She pulled out a heavy gold ring with the Flash's symbol. No, it wasn't the Flash's.

The reverse, she thought numbly. She put it on, it fit his finger perfectly. Muscle memory took over, his arm extended, fingers folding into a fist and there was some sort of electric push and--

The yellow suit somehow ejected out of the ring, unfolding as it majestically arced through the air. Then it gave an undignified splat onto the polished floor, skidding to a stop in a puddle of thick fabric.

Through the few seconds of eternity that had completely tipped her world on its head, the phone had continued to ring. Looking down, the number on the Caller ID was quite familiar as she picked up.

"So it seems that Mixer-Switcher's powers can have a delay," her voice said dryly without preamble. "His other body exchanges wore off anywhere from a few hours to a day but I wouldn't think it should take that long in this case since it--"

"What. The. Hell?" His voice thundered quite satisfactorily.

Harrison paused, then took on the reasonable professor tone he'd used often in the past. "I take it you've discovered a few things?"

"Ya think?" she snapped.

"I can explain."

"Explain? You're going to explain this, huh?!?" Oh yeah, it felt good to yell in his voice.

"Caitlin, calm down. Let's talk. Stay there and I'll--"

She suddenly fell to the floor in her bedroom. "Ouch," she grumbled, using her bed to lever herself to her feet. She was now wearing a mismatched bra and panty set and the bra was apparently fastened wrong.

The distinctive buzz of a speedster phasing through a solid surface was all the warning she had before the man in the yellow suit appeared before her, eyes glowing red. Then he abruptly pulled his mask back and regarded her steadily.

"Why were my pants unzipped?"

"That-- I was... That was totally innocent," she spluttered.

He arched a brow.

"You touched my lingerie," she pointed out, crossing her arms.

"Would you rather I went ahead and bathed you? Or left you naked?"

She gestured defensively, scrambling to regain her righteous anger. "This is all beside the point, Reverse Flash."

"Hm, true," he mused, slowly stepping towards her until she automatically backed up, her legs hitting the bed. She abruptly wondered just how much danger she was in. Strangely, she didn't feel afraid.

"It seems to me we can help each other here," he said softly. "You keep my secrets, I'll keep yours."

"Secrets? I don't have any--"

He bent -- she'd forgotten how tall he was -- and murmured in her ear, "I saw what's in the drawer."

He straightened, eyes deliberately moving to the nightstand beside her bed. The top drawer was, indeed, open a crack.

She gasped, face going flaming hot, and reached over to slam it shut as if that would somehow make a difference. "You... I..."

He gave a surprisingly serene smile, waiting her out.

"Fine," she finally said through gritted teeth.

"Good," he said, nodding cordially. "We'll settle up the details later."

Details? she thought in alarm but before she could ask, he pulled on his mask once more.

"Though tell me," he said, eyes going red and voice distorting, "did you at least like what you saw?"

"Dr. Wells!" she exclaimed in a scandalized tone.

His laughter hung in the air long after he'd sped away.

[kendrixtermina]

Hi, you seem to know a lot about socionics, so let me ask you a question. Do you think it is possible to be IXXX type in MBTI and EXXx in socionics, for example INFP and IEE?

I don’t think so, since they are based on the same theoretical framework by Jung which was then independently developed both sides of the iron curtain, its both based on the jungian functions and the idea that one of those is your dominant function. 

Unlike say Enneagram or classic temperaments those are based on different frameworks and characteristics so there’s no 1-1 correspondence (though some combinations are more likely than others). It’s like describing a color by its hue vs its brightness. There’s tendencies for combinations (such as yellow generally being light/bright) but you could still to some degree use it like two coordinates. 

Whereas socionics vs mbti is more like… hm. Not exactly like different maths for the same thing though you have slightly different PoV descriptions and they disagree in some places (Such as, “Should you date someone who’s high in your inferior function, and what will be the outcome?”)

You have to keep the j/p switch in mind (mbti goes by first extroverted function, socionics by first function overall, both are IMHO legit in their own way depending on wether you want to describe decision process or outward behavior) but otherwise it’s essentially the same so where they disagree, one of them is “wrong” since they describe the same thing (the jungian functions) - insofar as that theoretical framework actually describes something in reality, that is, which is a different can of worms but we don’t need to open it to regard the whole thing as a heuristic or a descriptive characterization.

Note that there are already types that are close together (IEE being the counterpart of ENFP) If you were a sensor id probably say to go with the socionics one because the sensor descriptions are generally better (at very least for Se types) but as it stands you’d have to figure it out, it’s a small distinction so it seems more likely that this is the margin of error of the tests rather than some inherent difference in the systems. 

Overall it’s more common for ENFPs to wonder if they’re INFPs than the other way around because they’re one of the types where the extroversion is more subtle/subdued whereas IxxPs generally know they’re introverts (lots of the actual INFPs seem to get hung up on the J/P distinction instead), but of course that doesn’t mean that the other way around is completely impossible. 

Tips for distinguishing: 

a) Function Order

You probably use both Ne and Fi a lot either way but pay attention to the process. As an N dom you start with an idea or association and that’s the starting point from which your thoughts then build (”What are the implications of the idea? How do I feel about the idea? How could it be made to happen etc.)

Whereas an N-auxillary would start with their dominant function, “Well here’s an interesting inconsistency? What could its reason be…” and then Ne goes off speculating. 

b) Shadow Functions

This is primarily a socionics thing but I find it useful for contrasting. If you flip the E/I you have the exact same functions at almost the same strenghts 

Basically functions 5 and 7 are notably absent/unusable, whereas functions 6 and 8 are sorta there they’re just not something the person bases their decisions on. #7 in particular is a huge blind spot that 

In INFPs the most absent function is Se - so they’re often very civilized and non-aggressive, but don’t have much ‘stage presence’ or go-getter attitude, aren’t that connected with the physical and might miss stuff in their surroundings. 

For ENFPs it’s Ti - So often they take in a lot of new ideas but don’t really have a mechanism to sort them out and end up believing a lot of different stuff that others might find contradictory. ExFPs in general often don’t really believe in objectivity or detachment as a perspective. They might think you’re just trying to be a smartass (or will believe that’s the only motivation, even when they have in fact detected a smartass) - which, sure, no one is perfectly objective/detached but we can try. ^^°

Generally speaking INFPs are marginally more sceptical and ENFPs marginally more aggressive, and to a lesser extent a similar contrast goes on concerning Fe and Ni - Fi doms will generally a want a bit of processing time when they’re upset and a comfort attempt that comes to soon may backfire, whilst INFPs have more of an inert, ponderous quality. 

Considering the idea of Stuff INxP

i hope this was somewhat helpful, and as usual, this is the best of my understanding but im no Einstein and others might disagree with me

[larksinging]

and then maybe some (speculative i guess) headcanons about laurel/dolores post-wyattplot, just for fun?

besides being a disaster? okay obviously this is subject to change since we dont have details nailed down yet

im sure theyll have to have some kind of followup afterwards to... clear up everything that happened. especially if we go with our idea of “dolores isn’t even sure if laurel survived that”, and if laurel ends up not being involved in helping dolores out of the issue, then.... thats gonna be a hell of a followup icc. probably sad. and while after that im sure laurel would believe that yes it wasn’t dolores, and she wasn’t doing it willingly, she’d... likely still be very wary and need to rebuild some of that trust. dolores has become one of those people laurel wants to trust, but wyattplot is gonna put a serious dent in that. maybe they can... have some nice moments, or get find something serious to bind over (idk, murderquest, or dealing with jack). plus despite everything, laurel would feel compelled to try and comfort dolores and the trauma that whole loss of agency will cause. it’ll be rough for both of them, but hey, maybe they can focus their anger on jack and support each other

there’s also the potential stuff with dolores finally finding out about laurel’s powers, and possibly from there laurel’s own weird status. i mean, laurel is not quite human, and it’s hard to imagine dolores (and lbr by extension maeve) wouldn’t have... some kind of reaction to that. especially since that has affected her life in ways beyond just “having cool powers”. anyway, a lot of that depends on... how dolores would feel about it. and whether or not laurel not talking about it before is a point of contention or not? at the very least, in puts her in a VERY different position for her role in murderquest. 

though at this point, it’s hard to imagine they wouldn’t eventually smooth things out. i can see their relationship afterwards being more... wary and careful and a little bit awkward than it is tense, at least after the start. post-wyattplot seems like it’ll have a lot of feeling things out and realizing that yes, they do have this intense and sort of caring relationship, but not knowing... what to do with that. plus wyattplot is this big dump of lots of information about each other unintentionally, of course that’d lead to trying to figure out the other person more. 

after getting over the distrust and wariness and everything it seems pretty possible that post-wyattplot is when they go from... whatever it is right now to actually being close. id say close friends, but im not sure “friends” even accurately describes their weird dynamic. either way, it’s a good excuse for them to shift even more to being open with each other - something theyve started to do, but, yknow - or even more ride or die for each other. and they’ll both have a very personal stake in getting jack. if post-witchplot is gonna mark the point of laurel actively worrying about dolores, wyattplot might be the point of her actively trying to hang out with dolores, and not just... randomly run into each other 

also again with the possibility of something more romantic, and it’d depend on timing, but... after theyve passed the point of wariness and after trish and laurel have broken up and had some time to get over that mess, whenever that happens, post-wyattplot and them actively being closer might be a moment where it shifts from them being weird friends to hm, maybe there’s something going on there. any plot that sparks moments of “this is someone i actively care about” could also spark potential romantic stuff, so. though laurel would need at least a little bit of time after trish to work through some of that stuff before she develops much on her end, but, yknow

tl;dr its gonna be a mess but surprisingly sweet for a plot that involves one person almost killing the other

[scp5000orwhatever]

Item#: SCP-5000 - "Lumina"

 Object held at Site - 19

 Object Class: Euclid

 Level access: 2

 Special Containment Procedures:

Item is allowed to wander facility freely but is restricted from Euclid and Keter sections unless in use of testing with other SCPs. Such testing is to be approved by the O5 committee. Item must return to containment at 22:00 otherwise.

Item is to be forced into containment under the following circumstances:

a) There is a containment breach

b) Item becomes hostile

c) Item is in direct violation of its restrictions i.e. In restricted zones without O5 approval

When item is in use for testing, it is to be accompanied by no less than 2 armed guards and a level 3 scientist.

Should item become hostile, Class A sedatives must be administered in a double dose immediately.

Containment is similar to the dorms used by SCP personnel and must be kept at a constant 5°C.

Item is prohibited from looking at any pornographic material unless in testing... Dr. Bright is forbidden from giving adult magazines or websites to item.  See incident report SCP-5000-20██-1 No wonder you guys are virgins. First no SCP brand porn, then no 1471, now I can't give 5000 some porn to look at? Come on! -Bright

 For the record, we are not virgins and you know that. Please refrain from adding unnecessary notes to SCP files. -O5-06

 Description: SCP is a humanoid female with the appearance of 25-27 years of age, standing 1.8m in height and weighing 83kg. Its skin is devoid of all pigmentation except for two black streaks running from under its eyes to its jawline. Item has silvery-white eyes, long black hair and wears a blue silk choker with a diamond and sapphire pendant resembling a crescent moon. Item often wears black dress pants, a black tank top and a black cloak with markings of unknown origin embroidered in the front on the left flap in gold thread. Item also wear metal cuffs that cover half of her forearms. Items temperature is 5°C and although it is not required that it eats, it has a preference to do so.

SCP - 5000 is capable of passing through solid matter without difficulty. Item has stated that it can also pass through living tissue but prefers not as it would be "unpleasant to both parties involved."

Item has also demonstrated repeated telepathic and telekinetic abilities and is also skilled in the tinkering of most technology, "upgrading" them as she sees fit. These upgrades are often more advanced than human technology has reached and is often useful to other residents of the facility.

  Addendum 5000.1

SCP - 5000 has been heard on multiple occasions singing three-part harmony with itself. This has lead researchers to believe it has more than one set of vocal cords, although this is not likely (see Addendum 5000.4).

Dr. Bright has been seen "jamming out" with SCP - 5000 and as this does not violate what he is not allowed to do, Dr. Bright is allowed and mildly encouraged to continue these interactions with the SCP when possible. A request has been sent to the O5 administration to give SCP a permanent instrument of its own.

 Addendum 5000.2

SCP - 5000 assisted in reestablishing containment of SCP - 173. Despite violating its restrictions, the O5 council has decided to withhold punishment and gave a verbal warning to SCP - 5000 instead, to which the item understood and conveyed apology, stating it wouldn't happen again.

 Addendum 5000.3

SCP-5000 was exposed to SCP-999 in an experiment. Upon contact with SCP-999, SCP-5000 started referring to itself as "mummy" and treating SCP-999 like a child. SCP-999s usual effects do not seem to last long with SCP-5000, as item will usually describe itself as feeling down within a couple days.

Addendum 5000.4 SCP-5000 underwent explorative surgery on its throat, revealing 4 sets of vocal cords, 3 distinctly human in shape, the 4th unknown. Upon waking from recovery, item was notably irritated and demanded to speak with the researcher who approved the surgery. The following interview logs are as follows. --------------------------------------------------------- Interviewer: Elijah Itkin

Interviewee: SCP-5000 [BEGIN LOG]

Date:██/██/████

Dr. Itkin: Hello SCP-5000- SCP-5000: (Interrupting) Just what the fuck did you think you were doing having me cut open like that? You realize you can just ask me a question, I'll be more than happy to answer it for you! That was completely unnecessary! 

Dr. Itkin: We were unaware of that. Other SCPs aren't as willing to speak about themselves. Save for one. SCP-5000: (Object rolls eyes) Oh please, spare me the platitudes. Your organization is based on shoot first, ask later ideology. Everyone knows it. I'm already well trusted here, I don't see why you couldn't have just come to my cell and ask me. I'm no 682. Dr. Itkin: Very well. During your surgery, the surgeon carrying out the procedure made note of your 4th set of vocal flaps. Unlike the other 3, they look inhuman. Could you- SCP-5000: (Interrupting) They're incapable of human sounds if that's what you're asking. They're required in speaking my species language. Id demonstrate, but it's out of range of your human hearing. Best I can describe the sound as is a series of chirrups, squeaks and clicks. You humans have no hope of learning such a thing. Dr. Itkin: No need to be rude. It's just a question. SCP-5000: Whos being rude? I'm stating an obvious fact that even you could see. Next question. Dr: Itkin: Very well. Your blood is not any colour I've seen, in fact from what I've been told, there's been speculation that it is related to SCP-035s corrosive liquid. Could you tell me what it is, exactly? SCP-5000: Well my blood has never eaten away at anything before. Just sort of sits there and spreads… Sorry about that by the way, I know your cleaning services were working away at wiping it up for days. It's zinc-based. The zinc turns my blood black just as iron turns yours red or copper turns- (pauses) turned… my late husband' blood green. As for its viscosity, I find it useful for ink on occasion. But that's just me being morbid. And yes, cleaning it is a pain in the ass, trust me, I've stained many garments. Why do you think I wear black? Dr. Itkin: Off-topic of my list… You were married before? SCP-5000: Hm? Oh, yea. He died about… 300ish years ago? I’d say I'm doing pretty good for someone who never received grief counselling. (Item falls silent for a time and an audible sigh is heard over the recording) Dr. Itkin: How old are you? If that isn't offensive… SCP-5000: Nah. Fuck, I couldn't give you an exact number… Big brother is the one who keeps track, not me but... Id say I'm getting close to hitting the big six-K. Tell you what. When my brother comes to throw me a party, I'll let you know. Maybe you can partake in the festivities! Dr. Itkin: Ill have to decline. SCP-5000: Shame. Marcus makes the best god damn chocolate cake you've ever had. More for me, I guess.

[END LOG]

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Incident Report SCP-5000-20██-1

SCP Involved: SCP-5000 Date: ██/██/20██

Location: Site-19, Break room Report prepared by Dr. Bright and Dr. Rights on the reaction of showing SCP-5000 [DATA EXPUNGED] pornography. Item became aroused and began secreting a pheromone undetectable to Dr. Rights, however, when inhaled by the male staff present in the room, caused arousal in said subjects. The scent was reported as being sweet in nature. Upon inhalation, subjects' sexual needs increased and attempted to “mate” with SCP-5000, who promptly declined and attempted to push away the affected personnel. Affected personnel were moved to sickbay and continued trying to “mate” with any female they came in contact with. Upon questioning, SCP-5000 informed female personnel that the effects of her pheromones could be negated with multiple orgasms. The resulting dopamine would flood receptors in the brain and push and push out the chemical compound of said pheromones. Affected subjects were permitted to [DATA EXPUNGED] until the effects had worn off, some returning to normal anywhere from 3 orgasms, upwards to 10. Subjects have shown no further side effects and have since been released to carry on with their previously assigned duties.