#the brotherhood rod

[azelmaandeponine]

I saw a interpretation of Filbrick that is kind strange and I want your opinion:

"I consider him a man of extreme tough love and concerned with making money in order to provide for his family, and those are thoughts I subscribe to as canon interpretation as well.

I don’t view him as abusive like a majority of the fandom seems to from what I’ve perused on him.

At least he’s not intentionally.

His actions in some instances can be viewed as such especially from a modern light, but they’re never from a place of maliciousness or hate. They come from a place of love and worry, in a time where being emotionally vulnerable (having heart to hearts and being frank with feelings) for a man is not only looked down upon, but can be detrimental to overall success and survival. So he’s ’not easily impressed’ and closed off. Gets angry when something valued gets lost rather than being sad or hurt by it because it’s easier and safer. (there’s a reason why he never got rid of the ‘#1 Dad’ marking on his pendant that Stan had given him - that hit him where it counted and he cherished it).

Tough love was an extreme back then, and making your kid stand outside for two days holding a sign saying 'extra stan 2$' is certainly not the best way to go about motivating your son to do better in school Filbrick.

Has a very ‘spare the rod and spoil the child’ mentality because he knows no one else in the world will give exception to his sons having a heart and being sensitive. He’s the only one who they can afford to make mistakes with and learn from before the world gets its claws in them. He’s very loyal and doesn’t take kindly to people trying to harm his family… even said family. (why he insisted on boxing lessons, is part of a holy mackerel brotherhood, and why he even reacted as he did when learning about Stan and the project - he honestly believed that Stan had betrayed the family and sabotaged his brother because Stan has always been known for lying even as a kid [aka the pendent incident], it was an assumption that Ford didn’t correct him on and probably could have changed the whole outcome of if he hadn’t been devastated with the same feelings of betrayal).

Throwing Stan out in canon while in anger, was awful, I won't forgive that, but it did happen a lot back then especially at 17-18 when kids were both 'considered' or officially adults, and could go off on their own. You can still see that kinda thought process even nowadays in older folks to prevent 'mooching' or 'being a bum'.

I personally believe he’s just a man of his time and of his circumstances. Can come across heartless but does have a huge one just hidden away. I like to think he didn’t go to Stan’s ‘funeral’ because he still felt betrayed, yes (how could his kid do that to his own brother and force them to live in poverty and slog through life like that out of jealousy?), but that he didn’t go because he just couldn’t handle it. He would’ve been too broken and vulnerable about it. Or that… maybe he was dead by that time.

There’s literally no way anyone can convince me that Filbrick didn’t sit alone staring at that ‘#1 Dad’ pendant in the dark of his room without tears on his face.

Unless you’re Alex Hirsch, then I beg you not to break my heart like that lol"

What do you think?

I'm sorry, they lost me at "I don't view him as abusive". It's literally canon he is.

As for the rest...does this person know abusers can be multifaceted? That there are usually calmer moments in the abuse? Cause I don't think they know that.

All in all, it seems like this person doesn't know much about abuse, and can't fathom that a parent could be horrifically abusive to their kids because he was shown being fond of a gift one of his kids gave him.

[kerubimcrepin]

Wakfu Manga - Tome 3, Part 1

[looks at the cover art where he's doing literally nothing] I'm insane. I',m insane.

He likes to stay in the shadows but didn't hesitate to help.....

He likes the brotherhood of tofu so much that it overpowers his rational thought and social anxiety.

Not Joris being drawn with Shojo Sparkles around him. I bet he thinks he looks so cool. LOSER!

The sad thing is that,,,, he does look cool. His cringe charm works on me.

He looks so tense-yet-chill... fgjdfg.

The thing about Joris is that he is 600 and there's very little in this world that actually makes him feel afraid for his life. Though intellectually, he knows that he probably should be scared shitless.

Don't worry though, he is about to feel some capital-letter-f Fear.

I do think that when it's not just him that's in danger, he gets a bit more anxious.

HE LOOKS LIKE A BUG. @dullard anyway hey your pfp.

Pictured: pack of wild animals.

Joris trying to comfort Ruel by putting a hand on his shoulder and saying, "No, let Yugo cook with this one. I think he has a point. We should cross the ravine."

He's so emotionally constipated.

DFGSDFGAKSLDGDIFJAOISDFJSADLKGHSA;LGASDFGHSJFGHSDFUGSHDFJGVHSDNFGJSHRDGJVLKDFHGSUFGHDFJKGHSDJFG

"Very nice flight, Ruel." said with a blank expression of terror.

They keep asking him this stuff and he keeps not knowing anythinggg. And it's funny every single time.

"Ruel, try dodging the rocks."

I don't know why he's so funny. He's so fucking unemotional it's actually insane.

The way Joris stammers here...

He went from knowing shitfuck about cracklers, mostly being useless during the fight save for one moment, holding onto the train somewhere offscreen for his dear life, saying "CAN YOU TRY DODGING THE ROCKS", to still being alive.

He's probably,, dissociating by now. fsjdkgdf

LEGENDARY Joris moment.

He's so cute... So excited to fish together with Yugo... And the way he casually calls him "Master".

Some important things to know about Joris is that he is petty and hypocritical. YES I believe he's known Eva and Amalia since they were kids, YES I think he cares about them in some way... but I think he likes Yugo more.

Simply because Yugo won't die that fast. He's worth spending time on. He can be a mentor to him ("do as I say, not as I do"), he remembers what it was like — living, spending time together with Lilotte and Simone, and knowing that he was going to outlive them. Knowing that he was going to have to outlive everyone else. And, his childhood ended at 10, while Yugo's ended at 12.

He can't help but look at him and think these things.

I think Joris doesn't exactly look down on mortals, but instead has something much more mentally ill going on there. He can't allow himself to care about people like Amalia and Eva.

The way he looks at Ruel's fishing rod... fjgsfg.

It's so difficult to have relationships with people who aren't childhood friends or his uncle and dad. He can barely talk, or come up with any way to get closer together. So the best way he knows is gift-giving.

A very brief moment of vulnerability, and then —

A casual lil shrug. He's insane. He wants them (especially Yugo) to ask questions so bad. dfgjdkgsfd

And also, OF COURSE Amalia and Ruel know of Khan Karkass! Nerds...

He dropped this lore so, so casually, and then did not elaborate. The true Joris Jurgen approach to building friendships.

Ruel can't count </3 it's 600.

[puts on tinfoil hat] I think Joris is feeling mixed emotions. On one hand, this is Yugo, and Yugo loves his gift. On another hand, he just gave away one of the remaining pieces of his friend. Was it the right choice? Is this worth it?

casually sticks his pinky out like a princess, looking like he is going to have some sort of violent episode.

THEY'RE SO CUTE... THE FRIENDS.

Begging him to stop talking and acting like a beautiful damsel from a castle.

[rafesbabygirlx]

In Loving Memory of JJ

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Summary: Months after losing JJ, you're finally ready to step into the house you grew up in with him and go through some items to hold as keepsakes for Vivienne. A drabble from my series A Lot of Time has Passed.

A/N: what's the point of my series if I don't make a post honoring JJ. I'm gonna miss him so much next season. :(

Warnings: nothing but sadness

The afternoon sun streamed through the worn curtains of JJ bedroom, casting soft, golden rays across the room. Dust particles floated lazily in the beams, their slow dance almost reverent in the quiet space. The room felt frozen in time—the bed unmade, fishing rods propped up in the corner, and his favorite cap hanging on the bedpost, the fabric frayed at the brim from countless adventures under the relentless Carolina sun. You haven’t been back in your house since you’ve gotten back from hunting Groff. It’s been months and you’ve finally brought yourself to make it past the driveway. You’d make Rafe turn back home every time before. 

You sat cross-legged on the wooden floor, old floorboards creaking beneath your weight, with Vivienne perched on your lap. She toyed with the hem of her dress, eyes wide and curious as she took in the room, so full of memories and stories she was too young to remember. You glanced down at her, into her bright blue eyes, of course she got them from Rafe, but the softness in them always reminded you so much of JJ’s and that it made your heart ache. You knew you needed to tell her who he was—the uncle she would never grow up and make memories with but should always remember him for exactly who he was. Even if she didn’t quite understand now. You’d have no problem telling her over and over again as she grew. 

“This,” you said, voice wavering as you picked up a cracked Polaroid photo from the pile of belongings scattered on the floor, “is my favorite photo of your Uncle J. The bravest, wildest, most loyal person I’ve ever known.” The picture showed JJ at the Boneyard, grinning from ear to ear with his arms thrown around John B and Pope. They looked carefree, a trio bound by loyalty and a brotherhood forged by the rough edges of life on the Cut.

“He liked treasure,” you whispered, more to yourself than to her, the memory carrying you back to the nights JJ would burst through the door with sand still clinging to his skin, eyes bright with excitement as he spun wild tales of their latest adventure. “He and his friends—they were always searching for something. Gold, yes, but it was more than that. They wanted freedom, something better than what the island wanted to give them.”

Your daughter’s tiny fingers reached for the Polaroid, and you let her hold it, watching as she inspected the faded image with a solemnity that seemed far beyond her years.

“He was strong,” you said, eyes drifting to the board in the corner with notes pinned haphazardly—maps scrawled with routes, plans for the next great scheme. “He fought hard for the people he loved. He would’ve protected you, sweetheart. He would’ve made you laugh until your sides hurt and taken you out on the boat, showing you the stars and telling you stories about them.”

Your gaze shifted to the corner of the room where an old motorcycle helmet sat, its surface scratched and worn. “And he loved motorbikes,” you added, a soft smile breaking through the grief. “He’d ride that old bike down to the beach with the wind in his hair, reckless and free. It was his escape, his way of feeling alive when the weight of everything got too heavy.” You could almost hear the roar of the engine, the laughter that followed as he raced down backroads with John B chasing behind, whooping with joy.

“He said there was nothing like it,” you continued, eyes misty as you remembered his words. ‘When you’re on the bike, it’s just you and the road, like the world falls away.’”

A knot formed in your throat as you lifted a small shark tooth necklace from the pile, one JJ had worn more days than not. You placed it gently around your daughter’s neck, the string almost comically large on her tiny frame. She looked up at you, wide-eyed and confused, and you smiled, a tear slipping down your cheek.

“He used to say,” you continued, voice breaking, ‘It’s us against the world, always.’” You brushed her curls away from her face and kissed her forehead. “And even though he’s not here, I hope you carry that with you. Be brave, be kind, and always look out for your friends—just like he did.”

The room fell into a peaceful silence, the echoes of JJ’s laughter seeming to hang in the air. Your daughter leaned back against you, clutching the Polaroid tightly. In that moment, surrounded by the remnants of your brother’s life—the sand, the sea, and the stories—you knew that JJ’s spirit would always be with you both, carried in the stories you told and the memories you kept alive.

You didn’t notice Rafe standing in the doorway, watching you as you wiped away your tears. When you stood up, holding Vivienne in your arms and packing a box of things you wanted to keep, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you. His embrace was strong and steady, and as you buried your face in his chest, the weight of your grief spilled over. He held you tightly, silently, as you cried into his chest for what felt like forever, until the room felt a little less empty.

When the moment passed and your tears had run dry, he followed you outside, where the Pogues were waiting. They stood together, their expressions heavy with shared sorrow. You couldn’t find the words, but they understood, their eyes speaking the silent language of loss.

Rafe took a breath and stepped forward. “I know you don’t like me,” he began, his voice steady but raw. “I know you don’t like having me around. But JJ’s gone, and I need you to know that Y/N  and Vivienne mean everything to me. I want you here, as much as you’ll allow it. To keep his memory alive for her. To be the aunts and uncles she needs—not by blood, but by choice.”

The group listened, their guarded expressions softening. “Thank you,” Rafe said, glancing at each of them. “Thank you for being the people you are, for being there for her. She’s lucky to grow up with you all around.”

A quiet nod from John B, a watery smile from Kie, and the unspoken promise of family settled between you all. You mouth them a grateful, “thank you” for not only being there for you but for listening to Rafe. In that moment, the weight of grief shifted, just a little, shared by those who loved JJ the most.

[wiickian]

COREY REDESIGN IS DONE! He has burns on the right half of his body from the Enclave and some on his face. He started covering up his nose and mouth because his nose resembled a ghoul’s. Turned his old hat from grey to brown. Gap tooth and amber eyes are still there from the old design but lost his glasses. He also has a small eyebot following him around. He found it in a dumpster deactivated and decided to fix it up. It functions like the Radio setting of his pipboy and picks up signals. It’s missing quite a few wires and rods but it still works like a charm and he’s named it Grady. He has a brahmin belt and a simple cropped shirt with worn jeans. Hes tattooed 111 on his arm to remember why he keeps going everyday, he lives restore the commonwealth. He’s apart of the minute men and the brotherhood and is dating danse. He loathes Maxson. He is best friends with Hancock and piper. The perks he has make him one of the best gunslingers of the wasteland and his pistol is named Alan. ( Alan Jackson )

[lordvonbunnyv]

I watched Saberspark’s video on god’s gang and here’s what I have to say:

I now have a god’s gang oc called the latter range saint. He is a Mormon cowboy with blond hair and blue eyes and wears a white collared shirt with dress pants and a black tie and missionary tag.

They ride on a white oxen and they use an iron branding rod to vanish demons and evil. Their signature move is the Samuel dodge that allows them to avoid obstacles. He also has a lasso because Mormon cowboy, and his mission is to bring unity and brotherhood to all.

[itsvalpenguin1]

loshweek day 2: lightning rod

just the lightning bros having a wholesome brotherhood

[typosandtea]

How does Danse feel about Tango 👀💖

@fablewritesnonsense | This ocs ask game!

Thanks fable! because BOY DO I EVER HAVE THOUGHTS ABOUT THESE TWO!!

Frustration mostly, with a sprinkling of annoyed friendship later, and regret for signing them up the BoS earlier, Its not until well after Blind betrayal that Tango trusts Danse enough to show him what they are so Danse's perceptions of Tango are off in some ways..

Tango does not like being told what to do, and will ignore any order they deem stupid or pointless (which is many) This is super frustrating for Danse, and Tango is also easily bored so will just walk away while anyone including Danse is speaking to them and hoo boy is that a good way to piss off someone used to military ranks and respect..

What frustrates Danse even more about Tango is that they have potential, they just refuse to cooperate about it.. He can see that they are intelligent, mechanically skilled and strategic, but they continually use it for their own gain and not the brotherhoods (why?? the BoS is great he thinks)

Danse really dislikes Tango's use of threats, throwing their weight around and being generally intimidating and a bit of a bully to get what they want, even if they mostly use it on raiders and scavvers or with people who started it..

Danse however does like yapping about tech and armour with tango they are both so knowledgeable on the subject, but have very different approaches to design, Danse is very by the book and Tango is very overengineer-failsafed-juryrigged (think like mythbusters, chaotic but somewhat not about to burst into flames)

Tango's vanity and immense and vocal dislike of getting 'their armour' dirty or scratched does make Danse roll his eyes a bit, but he does sort of get where they are coming from in that regard, cleaning swamp or mutant guts out of joints and actuators IS gross and needs to be done quickly or it will rust and stink.. He does think some of the paintjobs they've turned up in as over the top and silly, but hes also a tiny bit jealous he can't paint that detailed himself (think like old hot-rods or the atom cats).

Danse distrusts tango for the longest time, taking their refusal to exit their armour or even show their face as very suspicious, he keeps a close watch on them waiting for them to open up (or slip up), but they never do in the year+ they are in the bos, and any demand of them to exit by anyone results in Tango disappearing for a few days, people eventually did stop trying but Tango is never 100% trusted. There are definitely rumors about Tango, Danse thinks a few of them are stupid, but some are plausible.. (Ghoul? really bad self worth?? a child? really old? afraid?). Eventually Danse does trust them enough to watch his back, but Danse does take personal insult to the fact that they still don't trust him at all, what did he do to make them not trust him? (what he thinks because they won't leave the 'armour' in his presence)

AT blind betrayal Danse isn't really doing well enough to coherently communicate, but hes mostly surprised that Tango fought Maxon for him when Tango apparently doesn't even trust him enough to let him see their face..??? He also has the thoughts of maybe Tango knew and that's why they don't trust him... (Tango did know but they found out like 8h before Maxon, and if anything it raised their opinion of Danse cause "he's obviously hiding what he is from the BoS like me" +1 respect)

Once the initial drama is over and Tango lets slip by accident that they knew, Danse is very upset that Tango knew before he did and they have a big yelling argument in that cold bunker "WHY DIDN'T YOU THINK TO INFORM ME OF THIS CRITICAL INFORMATION???" "I THOUGHT YOU KNEW AND WERE HIDING WHAT YOU ARE??", here Tango almost says 'like me' but realizes last second that would be implying that they are a synth, which is untrue, and they don't think that Danse is stable enough to handle that kind of confusion right now.. Tango may be a selfish bastard, but even they can see that right now needs to be about Danse.

(Danse does not recover from having his entire identity shredded in 0.3 seconds that he does in game it takes a long time and he isn't even really functional for the first few weeks, thank god for Haylen cause Tangos 2 charisma ass does not know what to say, they're just hanging around awkwardly)

much later when Danse is somewhat awkwardly settled into the minutemen (Preston's idea), After another teeth-grindingly awkward attempt by Tango at a heart to heart they say 'fuck it' and take Danse to one of their hidden workshops, where they show him what they are.. Firstly by taking the helmet off the reveal nothing where their face should be for the shock value, and then allowing Danse to ask away, mostly because they are terrible at explaining things.. Danse's initial reactions are Shock at trying to understand what hes seeing, then horror/disgust as he initially believes hes been tricked into believing that this robot / sentinel suit is a person (hes still got lots of reflection to do..), the disgust of which is lessened only slightly and replaced by a new kind of horror when Tango clarifies that they were once human and opens the suit to show him their brain. Danse then has a strong flash of self loathing for the (incorrect) realization that Tango is still more human than he will ever be, and more self loathing for being disgusted so readily at one of the only people who stuck by him.. All of which occurs in like a 3 seconds time frame, the mans eyebrows are going wild with emotion.. After this Danse focuses on the technicals and they spend hours discussing Tango's finer mechanics, mostly because power armour and mechanics are a familiar distraction and Danse is choosing not to think about how he feels right now! (disgust, self loathing, flashes of hatred and self pity (why weren't they discovered instead of me?)

They remain friends, but Danse will never see Tango the same again, and in some ways that's a good thing, but it takes him a very very long time to be fully comfortable around Tango again, and while he now understands why Tango didn't tell him sooner what they are, its doesn't remove the hurt at their lack of trust..

[fortnite-headcanons]

The Enclave experimented with interfimensional travel pre-War, which the Brotherhood of Steel picked up and entered Fortnite with. There weren’t many who went through, explaining why I’ve never seen anybody with the skin in a game.

Hot Rod power armor is power armor that was stolen by the Machinist and modded.

Fortnite Headcanon #477

[the-babygirl-polls]

Babygirl Polls Lineup: Week One

Hello everyone! Here we have the lineup for the first week of the Babygirl Polls! Thank you so much for all your submissions!

Klarion Bleak (Young Justice)

Dante Sparda (Devil May Cry)

Ace Ukiyo (Kamen Rider: Geats)

Bro Strider (Homestuck)

Michael Schmidt (Five Nights at Freddy's)

Cole Brew (Rhythm Doctor)

Peppino Spaghetti (Pizza Tower)

Negan (The Walking Dead)

Todd (Not Me: The Series)

Dan (Not Me: The Series)

Sound (My School President)

Nuengdiao (Never Let Me Go)

Adolin Kholin (The Stormlight Archive)

Xue Yang (The Untamed)

Aaron Warner (Shatter Me)

Jean Descole (Professor Layton)

Curt Mega (Spies are Forever)

Klavier Gavin (Ace Attorney)

Ghost (Call of Duty)

Emperor Belos/Phillip Wittebane (The Owl House)

Wen Kexing (Word of Honor)

Miles Edgeworth (Ace Attorney)

Taichi Hiraga-Keaton (Master Keaton)

Akk Pipitphattana (The Eclipse)

Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

Bruce Wayne/Batman (The Batman (2022))

Kenzo Tenma (Naoki Urasawa's Monster)

Jason Todd/Red Hood (DC)

Usami Tokishige (Golden Kamuy)

Char Aznable (Mobile Suit Gundam)

Harry Du Bois (Disco Elysium)

Vegas (Kinnporsche: The Series)

Barry the Chopper (Full Metal Alchemist)

Khatha (Midnight Museum)

Ronald Lynch (Home Movies)

Ballister Boldheart (Nimona)

Rex Dangervest (The Lego Movies)

Emmett Brickowski (The Lego Movies)

Knife (Inanimate Insanity)

Nickel (Inanimate Insanity)

Balloon (Inanimate Insanity)

Nona (Locked Tomb Series)

Laudna (Critical Role)

Ryu Suyeol (Bad and Crazy)

Paul Matthews (Hatchetfield)

Gregory House (House MD)

Ingo (Pokemon)

L (Death Note)

Elijah Volkov (Camp Here and There)

Kevin (Welcome to Night Vale)

Yuma Kokohead (Master Detective Archive: Raincode)

Alex Horne (Taskmaster)

Vash the Stampede (Trigun, Trigun Maximum, and Trigun Stampede)

Greg Davies (Taskmaster)

Byron (Pokemon Diamond/Pearl/Platinum)

Shang Tsung (Mortal Kombat 1)

Garry (IB)

Homelander (The Boys)

Cardan Greenbriar (The Folk of The Air Trilogy)

Omega (Mega Man Zero)

Clive Rosfield (Final Fantasy 16)

Cassian Andor (Star Wars)

Ted Spankoffski (Hatchetfield)

Tang (Lego Monkey Kid)

Tomura Sigaraki (My Hero Academia)

Liam de Lioncourt (Monster Prom)

Matthew Patel (Scott Pilgrim Takes Off)

Ethan Winters (Resident Evil)

Kim Dokja (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint)

Waver Velvet/Lord El Melloi II (Fate Series)

Dave (Dave and Bambi)

Yoo Joonghyuk (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint)

Envy (Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood)

Akira Nishikiyama (Yakuza/Like A Dragon)

Eddie Diaz (9-1-1)

Simon Petrikov (Adventure Time and Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake)

Sanji (One Piece)

Adrien Agreste (Miraculous Ladybug

Romeo Montague (& Juliet)

Luz Noceda (The Owl House)

Lance Dubois (& Juliet)

Francois Dubois (& Juliet)

William Shakespeare (& Juliet)

Chesed (Lobotomy Corporation)

Cesare (Bigtop Burger)

Morris (Stardew Valley)

Kinger (The Amazing Digital Circus)

Estinien Varlineau (Final Fantasy XIV)

Frederick Chilton (Hannibal)

Leon S. Kennedy (Resident Evil)

Jaskier (The Witcher)

Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Radovid (The Witcher)

Trafalgar Law (One Piece)

Zagreus (Hades)

Shadow The Hedgehog (Sonic)

Sepiroth (Final Fantasy)

Vegeta (Dragon Ball Z)

Charlie Kelly (It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia)

Reverend Rod Putty (Moral Orel)

[themsource]

What are your headcanons about Filbrick and Caryn?

I’m going to assume from now on that any headcanon asks are for canon OG series unless stated otherwise lol

Thank you for the ask! <3

Filbrick Pines

I already made mention in an ask for my AU regarding Stan and Ford’s separate birthdays that I consider him a man of extreme tough love and concerned with making money in order to provide for his family, and those are thoughts I subscribe to as canon interpretation as well.

I don’t view him as abusive like a majority of the fandom seems to from what I’ve perused on him. 

At least he’s not intentionally. 

His actions in some instances can be viewed as such especially from a modern light, but they’re never from a place of maliciousness or hate. They come from a place of love and worry, in a time where being emotionally vulnerable (having heart to hearts and being frank with feelings) for a man is not only looked down upon, but can be detrimental to overall success and survival. So he’s ’not easily impressed’ and closed off. Gets angry when something valued gets lost rather than being sad or hurt by it because it’s easier and safer (there’s a reason why he never got rid of the ‘#1 Dad’ marking on his pendant that Stan had given him - that hit him where it counted and he cherished it).

Has a very ‘spare the rod and spoil the child’ mentality because he knows no one else in the world will give exception to his sons having a heart and being sensitive. He’s the only one who they can afford to make mistakes with and learn from before the world gets its claws in them. He’s very loyal and doesn’t take kindly to people trying to harm his family… even said family (why he insisted on boxing lessons, is part of a holy mackerel brotherhood, and why he even reacted as he did when learning about Stan and the project - he honestly believed that Stan had betrayed the family and sabotaged his brother because Stan has always been known for lying even as a kid [aka the pendent incident], it was an assumption that Ford didn’t correct him on and probably could have changed the whole outcome of if he hadn’t been devastated with the same feelings of betrayal).

I personally believe he’s just a man of his time and of his circumstances. Can come across heartless but does have a huge one just hidden away. I like to think he didn’t go to Stan’s ‘funeral’ because he still felt betrayed, yes (how could his kid do that to his own brother and force them to live in poverty and slog through life like that out of jealousy?), but that he didn’t go because he just couldn’t handle it. He would’ve been too broken and vulnerable about it. Or that… maybe he was dead by that time. 

There’s literally no way anyone can convince me that Filbrick didn’t sit alone staring at that ‘#1 Dad’ pendant in the dark of his room without tears on his face.

Unless you’re Alex Hirsch, then I beg you not to break my heart like that lol

Also he feels like the kind of person who made friends with people usually by getting into fistfights first in his youth 😂 Being that emotionally constipated. Seriously, who gives cinderblock samples for Hanukkah gifts? Lordy lmao (it's both sad and funny, finances are tight, I'm telling you - though I do take B.O.B. with a grain of salt)

Truthfully I headcanon that Stan not only looks like him like Ford said, but acts like him too. Just in a less jaded and detached way due to being lonelier without the bond a wife and kids could help provide (he does tough love too but more reasonably what with Dipper and wanting him to stand up to him or making him do chores he doesn't like).

Caryn Pines

She’s… a hard one to pin down for me honestly. Only because we get so little from her in the Gravity Falls media. 

I think she’s very caring though and very much family oriented just like the rest of the pines (given how concerned she was for Stan during Ford’s principal meeting when no one else was even thinking about him, and how we can assume she kept contact in some way with Stan for Stan to know about Ford’s college money and phone number, since we know Filbrick likely wasn’t talking to Stan otherwise he possibly would’ve gone home. Filbrick reads as a grudge holder too like Ford).

In fact, I headcanon her as the female equivalent to Filbrick. All the same interests and investment but given that freedom to be emotional and openly affectionate given her sex. She’s literally a kleptomaniac (a person with a mental disorder that is compelled to steal unnecessary items and will suffer anxiety or pressure unless they do so in order to feel relief) and a pathological liar (which can be hand and hand with kleptomania but can also be exclusive - and she openly uses this to her advantage as a psychic to earn money).

Filbrick matches this in a way with his desire to haggle and swindle via the pawn shop like she does via phone, obviously coming across as the both of them having a great deal of love for money (security, provision).

I do feel as if she doesn’t feel… as dependent about money like her husband. She doesn’t get upset about the missing pendant when the twins are younger, she doesn’t focus on the fact that Ford could become a millionaire, no she pays attention to basic needs. Insisting on the twins wearing and sharing a sweater to stay warm, telling them to be home by dinner while they have fun (even if it’s a little absent minded that she misses the whole ‘fight the devil’ thing they mention as they’re leaving), and the fact she’s the one seen trying to take care of Shermie as a baby (you can read my headcanons on him from a previous ask) while at the same time being concerned over the fight going on with Stan and Filbrick.

Caryn also doesn’t hold grudges I think, at least not with family and maybe is even willing to hear them out given the communication she had with Stan and the fact she did attend his funeral when no one else did. It’s clear she didn’t believe Stan had betrayed the family on purpose, and that her little ‘free spirit’ had just ended up in a bad situation yet again. 

The arguments people make of how she could’ve done something that I’ve seen when it comes to Stan being kicked out… I have to say this was the 70s. She really was tied up and did what she could. 

There was no stopping or changing what was to happen on her own. As a lady of her time, her husband had made a decision and it was final. It’s possible she believed it was intentional too at first as she didn’t know what was even happening when it occurred. Even if she believed otherwise, what real option was there? She leave and end up on the streets too? In the 70s not many places were lining up to offer women work and definitely not at a livable wage like men, more so single mothers (reputation was everything and a single mother was unfortunately seen as a harlot and liability not just financially but to company integrity). Stan couldn’t of helped support her either, he could barely manage to support himself as was.

Plus she had a baby to take care of, leaving Shermie with just Filbrick (because Ford was still going off to college either way thanks to BMU) wouldn’t have been the smart thing to do. Babies need emotional empathy and care to develop properly according to science, of which Filbrick given his personality couldn’t have provided even if his love language was a roof and three square meals. It’s not hugs, kisses and affirming words.

The only fault I see there is that she possibly didn’t say anything. She could have at least made a statement or two even if she couldn’t physically do anything.

But I headcanon that she did do that, and even gave the cold shoulder for a while until she got in contact with Stan. And then proceeded over the years to act as a go between keeping Stan informed on the family and Filbrick and Ford informed on Stan.

It’s funny to imagine her on the phone with Stan and telling Filbrick what’s happening, knowing the stubborn man is curious even if still upset and smirking as she speaks for Filbrick like an emotional translator to Stan.

“Oh Filly, Stanley started selling sponges!”

*Grunts, shifts newspaper.*

“Your dad says to make sure you charge an extra five cents based on absorption rate, hon.”

And I think that she didn’t know how bad it really was for Stan, as Stan wouldn’t want her to until he’d earned his way back home and the family’s forgiveness. It's clear he's ashamed about it when he lies during his life story retelling to the kids in the show. Unlike with Ford, who despite everything he still felt the closest to and had moments where he wanted to reach out to him for help, for that old comfort and reliability.

Her middle name being ‘Romanoff’ does give me both russian and romani vibes I have to say. So I do have some headcanons there where I can see her drinking even seasoned sailors under the table, and having a thing for gaudy jewelry like the pines men and their chains (she totally would’ve worn one of those beautiful over the top rhinestone wedding dresses like what you’d see on ‘My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding’ in my opinion lol). Maybe even having been traveling before meeting Filbrick and settling down, a roamer and grifter like Stanley turns into but more... successful, I guess.

[metalcultbrigade]

The Rods - Brotherhood of Metal. 07/06/2019

[fallout4-reacts]

I don't know if you've played any other fallout game but may I ask companions react to finding out that Sole is actually an Enclave remnant (like the guy from Far Harbor)? If you can't, it's fine. Just swap Enclave for Gunners. Thx!

Yes, I played 1-2-3-NV-4, I scratched and didn’t really like tactics, I scratched and didn’t have time to play 76

I’m a little fallout maniac

Cait : "What the bloody hell is that supposed to do to me?"

Cait and Sole landed on the edge of a good campfire because the area is clear, and the path is still long before Harbor Grand Hotel. Sole wanted to take advantage of the chance to discuss about their past, which had come back to haunt them when they encountered the Great Zealot Brian Richter. The enclave. 

"I... I had to talk about it."

Cait appears to soften as she places a hand on them.

"Hey, we've all made choices in the past that weren't exactly crystal clear, whether it was for the sake of survival or because we believed there were no better options. I'm the living embodiment of that, darling. But we've made progress, and honestly, I reckon we can confidently say we're heading in the right direction."

Sole gives her a gentle smile. Cait can get right to the point. They will always require her to return them to the present.

Codsworth : Codsworth listened as they went through each detail. There is no doubt that Sole has changed since the war. These awful decisions. He does, however, comprehend somewhere.

"You truly believed it to be a commendable decision?"

"I think. And I did. I opened my eyes though, and I left the ranks as I dealt with everything else.”

“Ah, I see you have made the correct decision, indeed. About your brahmin steak, mom/sir, do you still prefer it to be cooked thoroughly?”

“Yes Codsworth, please, with sauce. A lot of sauce.”

Curie : "In this Enclave, did they engage in acts of malevolence?"

Sole sighs.

"Unfortunately, that's what I discovered in the end, yes."

"But what did they do wrong?"

Sole's eyes widen in stupor.

"Brotherhood-like technology, Gunners-like mentality—can you imagine?"

"Have they perpetually exhibited such behaviour?"

They are shaking their heads.

"Not always. For a time, they pretended to be a legitimate military organisation deserving of the title. They then began to think bigger, desiring more authority. That's when I realised the foundations were in bad shape."

"I see."

Curie adds nothing. She'll undoubtedly have additional questions. She's always asking additional questions. But, for the time being, she has discovered a mushroom sample that she is very interested in studying, and her interest in this other subject has waned.

Danse (Post BB)  : The man spends a long time just examining Sole, softly detailing them as if dissecting them completely with his eyes. Sole believed that this story would be forgotten, but on one of their missions, Danse discovered incriminating documents about Sole. Since then, he hasn't said anything. He only gave Sole an intense glance, with his lips pressed in a thin, severe line.

Sole awaits his verdict, and possibly their execution.

"We've all had serious lapses in our judgement, from what I see here," he concludes.

Sole had no idea how nervous they were. It's as if an iron rod has suddenly cracked in their body, and they're on the verge of collapsing. Danse appears to notice and approaches them, resting a hand on their shoulder.

"The past, my friend, is but a distant memory. In the grand tapestry of our shared history, your unwavering camaraderie has been the cornerstone, steadfastly bolstering me through triumphs and missteps alike. I am your companion, Sole; you are mine, and that is the only thing of significance."

Deacon : He's nevertheless having difficulties believing it. He was certain he acknowledged everything about Sole's life. However, P.A.M. is formal here; there is no room for error. He swallows the sensation of betrayal he had after honestly believing he and Sole shared a fairly sacred tie, feeling duped. That evening, over the fire, he is unusually quiet, as if he is painstakingly digesting the information.

"Hey? Are there no jokes tonight? There are no comments on anything? What's the matter, buddy?"

"No 'buddy' with me."

Sole, who was initially a little worried, is now extremely concerned. Being like this is completely out of character for Deacon. Unfortunately, he knows that if he presses the spy, Deacon will simply vanish into the wilderness. Therefore, he endorses this shift in attitude in the hopes to finally discover and resolve the problem.

Dogmeat : The good dog is unconcerned...really… He's here right now with a nice master, and he'll follow them all the way to the end of the earth. Factions are human stories, not canine concerns. But he appreciates Sole's conversation. He like hearing Sole speak.

Elder Maxson : Sole felt compelled to confess everything. However, staring at Maxson's white countenance of hatred while he remains rigid and subdued in rage in front of them, they question whether this was the proper move. They bowed their heads in shame.

"I realise I should have told you sooner... But that was a long time ago, and... I no longer agree with their values."

The Elder remains silent, but it is far from reassuring to Sole. They have no idea how to get out of this horrible situation or how to repair what has been broken. They believe the storm will break. They assumed that their friendship, trust, and respect for the Elder would suffice, but it now appears that they misjudged Maxson's resentment for the fallen faction. When he finally speaks, his voice is filled with disappointment, rage, and hatred.

"Leave immediately, wastelander. Begone from this place and steer clear of my vessel. Do not ever return. You are henceforth deemed an enemy of the Brotherhoods and shall be met with lethal force upon visual contact. I should've had you executed, for the example... *he sighs*. I pray that my frailty shall never haunt me in the days to come. But I shall never desire to lay eyes upon thee again, and I shall never yearn to have thy name grace my ears once more. Set out from the vicinity where the Brotherhoods reside."

Sole is not told twice. They considered it. They were afraid of being executed. They now have certainty.

Hancock : He chuckles. These aren't even close to his main interest. It's not his concern, it's other times and other locations. He offers a good dose of Jet to help Sole relax.

"Um... no thanks."

"Your bad."

The mayor is now focusing on what is truly critical. Fahrenheit will have his head if he does not intervene because the previous caravan did not pay its charge.

Gage : "Is this the outfit where you pick up that sour disposition of yours?"

"Huh?"

"Well, boss, I gotta say, you're really holdin' your own with this Enclave business...Is it akin to the Brotherhoods?"

Sole weighs.

"Yeah, somewhere, a little."

"Are they the ones responsible for making you such a badass?"

“Maybe…”

"Well, ain't that a sight for sore eyes. So, it seems like we've got ourselves a winner here. So, are you planning on conquering these settlements, or do you have another tale to spin that I couldn't care less about?"

MacCready : He frowns. He doesn't want to pass judgement... After all, Sole pays him handsomely. And judging would make him feel hypocritical. He is a former Gunner, not exactly a hero. But he frowns. He is well aware of what the Enclave is and, if we may say so, that they are worse than these cretins of Brotherhoods. Looking back at the parallel between their past and his own, he gives Sole a keen look.

"Have you sorted everything out with them? Are they gonna come at us in the dead of night for a desertion execution?"

"They are no longer in operation. The Brotherhoods have entirely dissolved what remained of their organisation."

"Is that where ya left the ranks?"

"No, before that. I disliked who I had become."

Mac can relate once more. He hands Sole a bottle of beer.

" If those sorry bastards can't even put up a fight against you and you keep coughing up my caps, then there ain't no damn reason to waste breath on it."

Nick Valentine : "Enclave, huh? Yeah, I caught wind of that. The wicked little sibling of the Brotherhoods, as far as I can tell."

Sole attempts to swallow. They are well aware that everyone, without exception, judges the Enclave. They eventually deserted the ranks because it was a big crap.

"Did ya know, partner, that I was once a member of the Institute?"

Sole raises their head to meet Nick's gaze. The old synth is clearly mocking. Sole understands the message.

"I'm making a big deal out of it?"

"A tad, I reckon. Now, if we were to discuss this fresh lead you're bringing back, do we?"

Piper : "A genuine ex-Enclave soldier, huh? Wow! Do ya realise that I churn out one edition a week just with your crap?"

Sole's eyes widen in astonishment. And possibly of terror.

"Are you going to write an article about this?"

" No, I ain't pullin' your leg. Still, it would sell, but I reckon it'd reflect poorly on the reputation of the... General of the Minutemen, you know? I'd rather go after the real villains. I would prefer ask you a hand in proving McDonough is a synth."

"How do you intend to accomplish this?"

Preston : The Colonel remains silent. He doesn't appear to have heard anything. He keeps turning the molerat meat on the stick he's holding above the campfire. Sole can no longer hold for long.

"Don't you mind?"

Preston raises his head to gaze at his General.

"The individual who came to my aid at Concorde was no longer affiliated with the Enclave, friend. This fella, who's always ready to lend a hand to the settlers and those in need, ain't no Enclave member, I tell ya. You speak of the soldier from the Enclave, do you? I'm afraid I can't say for certain, friend. We appear to have designated General of the Minutemen the hero who cleans the Commonwealth. That organisation should be the only one on their service record."

Sole laughs. What else could they have expected?

Strong : "What Enclave?"

Sole sighs. He was looking forward to this discussion. The past usually comes back to haunt us at some point. But he didn't realise he had to discuss it with a companion who doesn't seem to care about much, usually.

"It was a military group. Really something. We were fighting... well, that's all in the past now. A little sloppiness, a few too many smacks to the face by the BoS, and all the former Enclave troops are in disarray and have rebuilt their lives elsewhere."

"Soldier brave. Enclave not soldier."

"What exactly do you mean?"

"Soldier fights to death. Puny human not dead. Not soldier."

“Hm. Okay, but what about this milk?"

X6-88 : "Indeed, it appears that prior to your decision to forsake Commonwealth organisations, you had already forsaken another former organisation."

"Wait a minute, what? I never turned my back on anyone!"

X6-88 indicates the screen in front of him. "You are present within the Enclave records. Do you deny it?"

Sole lets out a long sigh.

"I don't deny it. I was a member of that organisation. But it all crashing down. Like everyone else, I gathered what I could and moved on to rebuild my life."

"You have displayed a distinct lack of loyalty by abandoning them, much like the other factions that facilitated your arrival here. Is the Institute to be included in this package list, sir/madam?"

Sole is now staring at X6 as though he can't believe what he's hearing.

"It almost looks like you're trying to insult me."

There isn't even a wrinkle on the corner of the Courser's mouth.

" Sir/Madam, you have consistently forsaken your allegiances, repeatedly abandoning your organisations in favour of more advantageous prospects. I shall duly retain this information. If you have intentions to depart from the Institute, it is my solemn obligation to relay this information to my superiors."

"Well, as you so eloquently stated, I abandon my 'organisations' when I find a 'better' organisation. Let's play it that way if that's how you want to see it. Do you know of a better organisation than the Institute, X6?"

"Negative, Sir/Madam."

"Then you have your answer."

And the Courser seemed to be satisfied...

[singeratlarge]

MONDAY MATINEE MUSIC VIDEO: “Something About Suburbia” by Tim a.k.a. Chris Andrews 55th Anniversary Video Edition! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uGbYBpyaANs  In May 1968, this was the B-side of a single that disc jockeys favored over the A-side—perhaps because they wanted to live in the ‘burbs. Written by Rod Thomas, the sing-along-song puts British music hall with mod pop. He wrote it as “a young man working in a steel works in Cardiff while living some eight miles away in a quiet village.” On a cosmic jukebox it would play next to Herman’s Hermits, The Kinks, and The Monkees. The recording session (at Abbey Road) put Tim together with the talented Paul Korda, who’d become Tim’s musical partner for the next couple years. Paul produced this track with orchestration by Cy Payne (Brotherhood of Man, Idle Race). The song also appeared in the 1968 film “The Tyrant King” and it became the masthead for the 2013 Cherry Red compilation CD that celebrated the music of Chris/Tim and Fleur de Lys.

If this is your introduction to Chris Andrews, he’s a British singer-songwriter and recording artist whose songs have been covered by Roger Daltrey, David Essex, and Davy Jones (Monkees)—with whom Chris worked with for years (Davy could’ve sung this song). Under the name Tim Andrews, Chris was a champion of late 60s psychedelic pop and (later), as Kris Ryder, he released New Wave synthpop sides in the 80s. Chris was also part of the seminal freakbeat band Fleur de Lys. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uGbYBpyaANs  

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[o-wise-corvid]

Dathomir Daily

These two are so… infuriating. They speak so softly, the rolling tongue of their homeworld. Because they think Maul doesn’t understand it. They don’t know Sidious hammered not only his own language, but several others at well. They don’t know what he is… well. Savage does. But Savage… it is a puzzlement.

This other brother, this Feral… Maul grimaces at the thought of what Savage described doing to him. It had plagued the hulking Zabrak, knowing that to save his brother, he’d have to wound him irreparably. Maul… doesn’t know what to think about that. Is it “wrong”? What is wrong?

Is there wrong?

Maul wants to do something that he only vaguely remembers doing as a boy; when he was overwhelmed, he’d wrapped his arms around his knees and rocked back and forth. It helped him feel safer. More secure. Sidious had rapped his head and shoulders with a metal rod for this. He was not supposed to look so pitiful in the presence of his Master… He sits still, fists clenched.

“Maul?” Feral moves toward him, that strange whispering voice hard to gauge for emotion, but Feral felt… innocent. Such an unfathomable state of being.

“What?”

Feral frowns at… something. Maul doesn’t care to decider what. “We are about to hunt. Come with us.”

“I do not hunger.”

“Yes you do. You are always hungry.” Feral’s pale gold eyes widen as he slowly lifts his hand to cover his mouth. “I… I am sorry. I did not mean to…” But then his face hardens. “Actually no. I am not. You are starving. You haven’t touched food since you have been here… please…”

“Please what?!” Maul’s voice explodes out of him like he’s been holding it all in. “I AM NOT GOING TO BE YOUR BROTHER. I AM NOT WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE. EVER. I WILL NOT EVER BE.” A low snarl crackles up from somewhere deep in his chest. “Shā su vīn’kr!!”

The echo of Maul’s outburst shudders through the evening air. Savage, who’s been readying himself for the hunt, rises up out of the dust bath he was applying to himself, eyes heavy with worry.

“I have heard all your little conversations.” Maul hisses loudly. He is so SICK of being whispered about like he is a sickly little whelp. He was Sith. He has slain hundreds. He has… he… “You worry, worry, worry… stop. I have always watched over myself. I do not need either of you. I am STRONG.”

“If you don’t eat, you will starve.” Savage moves closer, placing himself between Maul and Feral. He’s seen Maul in an unstable state. He can’t let something happen to Feral. Not after everything that’s happened. “Maul… we just want to help you. We expect nothing from you… just… be here. With us.”

“I came here because you offered it to me. I did not come with plans. I am not… founding a village out here in the desert with you… do what you will. Leave me be.” Maul’s gaze bores into Savage’s hurt expression. And then shifts to Feral’s. He doesn’t look hurt. He looks…? Maul cannot tell.

He… he doesn’t care. No. Feral is one alone. Savage and himself can protect him. Savage needs more training. That is all he is to them. A means to an end. It’s all he’s ever been. This ruse of brotherhood is so useless. Unnecessary. Be honest with him at the very least.

Feral’s brow creases deeper into the cavern of a scowl. He glances at Savage. “What happened to him?”

The brothers had been picking their way over a pricklewing hive for two hours, hunting for one of the native mustelids that liked to eat the burrowing insects.

Savage’s huff of annoyance makes Feral bare his teeth in warning. “I’m sorry… I don’t know. He won’t speak openly of the time before I met him anymore. After the Mandalorians found us… he’s been different. Whimpers about a girl and her cheek in his sleep sometimes.”

Feral hums. “You said he doesn’t know our language.”

“I’ve never heard him speak it before…” Savage’s shoulder bunch and relax, his tattoos rippling as he shrugs. “I’m not surprised. He knows… many things.”

“What-“ Feral’s reply dies as out of the pricklewing towers lumbers a rancor. It braces it’s huge claws, long as a brother is tall, upon a particularly high stand of them and pushes them aside as if they are cloth curtains.

A rider, long white braids framing her lilac-tattooed face, leers down at them from her saddle. “Well well well,” she crows. “Where is your little Sith p-“

The rancor shrieks, throwing the rider off before she can finish. Feral would have missed the red star fall from on high and impale itself in the things forehead had he blinked. It howls, swiping at the tail of the star but hunks if seared claw and knuckle drop in huge, smoking piles as the creature tries to rid itself of the burning brand driven into its brain. When it finally collapses, the rancor shudders and writhes, arms hewn to stumps, huge glowing scores from the star’s flame carved across its face.

The Sister who rode it kneels in the dirt, her quarry forgotten, and weeps at the sight. She doesn’t react when the red star lifts up into the air and slowly trails its way over… into the red hand of its wielder.

Maul strides between his brothers, spinning his blades lazily as he approaches the wailing woman. She crawls over to her rancor, draping her arms about the ruined muzzle of the great beast. When Maul cuts her down, she is whispering to it.

Savage swallows loudly.

“You wanted meat,” Maul says flatly, sheathing his lightsaber. He turns, not looking at either Savage or Feral. “Lāsh dē bā.”

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[torbeen]

"Mr Hackney, I'm interested in having you tail someone. They're doing something similar to that lighting rod job you did, but I have doubts they'll be able to...perform, shall we say? I want someone capable to swoop in if I'm right. If I'm wrong, well, you'll be paid the same."

"You are having someone do a job similar to the one I preformed?" Smirking form ear to ear, utterly unable to resist, the glee in Torben's voice saturated the coming word. "Shocking." Now that was a level of self satisfaction that could sustain him for days, weeks even. For not even the most troubling of news could have washed that look off of his face.

Demons raining from the sky. Apocalyptic horrors rising form the sea. The Bank of Stormwind declining a line of credit to his false genuine identity, Horben Tackney. Nothing could bring him down after such a spectacular pun.

"No wonder you have come to me, my friend! If anyone knows a thing or two about preforming, it is I." Yep. He just kept on beaming away at his own amusement, arms crossing as he leaned back against the fencepost behind him, as if the surging winds of mirth were truly about to blow him over, and all that kept him upright was the sturdiness of the post behind him.

"Now, to the nitty gritty! Whose bedchamber am I busting in on to monitor their performance? I'll have you know this sort of work usually isn't my thing, but luckily for you, I find myself between jobs! Who'd have thought the attempted disbandment of the Brotherhood would cause such a thing?"

[unironicallycringe]

extremely uninteresting news but I finally beat the main quest of Oblivion + Shivering Isles after like 17 years and it was pretty much just because you talked about Dear Brother one time

WHAT NO THIS IS INCREDIBLE NEWS 🤩

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED PLAYING!!! IT'S SUCH A SILLY FUN OLD GAME

Please, accept this excerpt of Dear Brother in celebration since your recent playthrough surely had some relatable lockpicking failures. (I don't think I've posted this bit before? But my memory is bad, and I edited this from an older version)

Each tidy, unused bed has a chest at its foot, similar to our own dormitory setup. The only one closed and locked is at the farthest bed - that must be the brother’s. All other chests sit empty and open. Apparently the Chorrol Fighter’s Guild doesn't have many members rooming in-house...or perhaps they're just short-staffed at the moment? Luckily, they're about to be even more short-staffed thanks to my efforts.

I approach presumably-the-brother's chest with a lockpick twirling between my fingers. It slides into the keyhole and I fiddle with it quickly.

Snap!

A piece of the thin metal rod fractures and dances out of my grasp.

Oh, so you can afford a nice lock? Fuck you.

I extract the remains of the broken lockpick, sure to also collect the runaway bit. Grumbling, I pluck another from my pouch and try again. This time, I twist it patiently and cautiously until I'm rewarded.

Click!

“Aye, get the fuck out o’ here with yer fancy locks…look how far it got ye, I’m still in yer box…waste o’ money,” I grouse under my breath as I push open the lid.

I'm inspired to play again now too, ohoho~

Oblivion's Dark Brotherhood questline in particular had me in a chokehold for several years 👀