#yeah i don't know why she did this either

[motzglorp]

You think Soap has ADHD energy? Meet the missus!

Everyone knows that Soap gets distracted easily when he doesn't have anything to focus. Outside of missions he gets restless and if he is bored he shouldn't be left without supervision.

They made it to the safehouse, got a good night's sleep and had another day to spend until transport was ready and would be on mandatory leave for the next two weeks. So of course they were talking about their plans.

Price had promised Kyle to show him his cabin by the lake and nobody commented on the faint blush under his beard or how Kyle's touch lingered a bit longer than usual. To be honest Soap and Ghost were betting on who would catch the kissing first.

Ghost didn't have plans so he was actually contemplating taking Soaps offer to stay at his house for a while.

"Honestly, ye should see what ma bonnie made of that place. Real cozy now." Soap was talking away, not noticing the other three staring at him.

"Come again? Your whatnow?" Asked Kyle.

"My Bonnie? The missus? Ma wife? You forgot about my wife?" Johnny seemed to be undecided whether to be angry or confused.

"Soap... You never told any of us. You mentioned a bird now and then. You mean to tell us it was the same one the whole time? You been stable? Since when?"

Now that made Soap think. "Ah mean.. known her forever. Stable for some years now, as stable as we can be. Proposed last summer we just didn't get around actually speaking the vows." He looked a bit sheepish. "Ah never told you? Sure 'bout that?"

Price didn't know how to react, other than: "You better marry her as soon as you are in the same country. If she hasn't left you by now she will never and you need to make sure the paperwork is all set up, just in case."

"And you should probably introduce us, so she won't be scared if one of us appeared on your doorstep." Kyle added.

"Actually, we can do that right now, we have a satellite connection."

Johnny was still trying to remember if he really had forgotten to mention the most important person in his life to the other most important people in his life, so he just acted on autopilot when Kyle shoved a tablet in his hands, starting a video call.

They all gathered around the screen, watching as the lights flickered and a disheveled face came into view, round face, sleepy eyes, hair sticking in every direction.

"Tha' you babe? You alive?" Johnny immediately had a smile plastered on his face. "Alive and kicking, didn't even get shot. Listen, sorry I woke you, wasn't my idea. But remember we planned our wedding to be with all friends and family and my captain could stand in for you dad since he is not invited and all and. Maybe I forgot to tell them.. about you.. like.. ya ken?" He sounded not as nervous as someone should sound who forgot his fiancé as soon as he was away.

You just blinked. "Johnny... Are you serious?" It was hard to tell if you were angry or not. "Okay, I just want to know: Did you forget because you already did it in your head or because you forgot to remember?"

"Bit of both? Bit like you forgot to tell your sister." Johnny admitted, grinning.

You giggled "Oh that was fun. Well, when she talked to me again. Oh, I should call her." You got up, apparently already forgetting you were on a call, looking for something. They could see your bedroom, organised chaos, plants, some pictures of Johnny, all in all a cozy home.

"Have you seen my laptop?" You wondered, confused when you heard a snort from Ghost. "What.. ooh... Hi there. You must be Ghost, yeah? Good thing you wear that mask, I am terrible with faces. And you are Gaz, right? You're pretty. Johnny he is so pretty, why am I marrying you again?"

"Because you love me and nobody else can tolerate either of us so we are stuck with each other?" came the answer like a well used banter.

"True. I do love you. But I also haven't slept for two days because I was building something. A surprise. When are you home? Don't tell me, just text. Please. Bring the boys. Oh, Captain Price, could you marry us? Or is that just a Ship Captain thing? Might be, I never cared, but that would be very practical. Give me a week to get everyone together and we could have the ceremony in the backyard, I can wait with the new greenhouse, so we would have the space." You were making notes on something that looked like a pizza box, lost in thoughts already.

You seemed to have forgotten you were still on the call, writing down things. Until you heard Price laughing, unable to hold it in any longer.

"Oh, I drifted. Sorry, didn't take my meds, I promise I'm better at this when I sleep. So.. are you coming to the wedding or not? And bring my future husband with you, in case he forgets again."

You were not angry at all. One of the reasons they worked was that you never got angry with each other about stuff like that. You knew each other for too long to try and change or 'fix' the other. If there was a problem or hurt feelings you would address it and work on a solution.

Ghost just looked at Soap. "You really found that one girl with even less ability to focus, did ya?"

Johnny just nodded happily, "She is absolutely perfect."

[nayrawrites]

Wanda Maximoff x Fem Oc

Title: Three Simple Knocks

Summary:

Wanda unexpectedly gets a new roommate, and doesn’t know that the stranger isn’t who she claims to be. Secretly, the woman is there to give Wanda Maximoff the happy ending she deserves

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female OC

Status: Ongoing

Words: 23k+

Tags: strangers to lovers, roommates, slowburn, soulmates

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Chapter 1: A Stranger

The weirdest things happen on the most ordinary days.

And it was one of those ordinary days when the witch heard a knock on her untouched door. Just three simple consecutive thuds on dusty wood. The sound of it was so unknown to her, it took a while until she was capable of placing it.

The visitor waited patiently, as Wanda made her way to the door in caution, her steps hesitant. She'd never really liked visitors and she liked the unannounced kind even less.

It could've been anyone from S.W.O.R.D. or maybe even a former colleague from her time as an Avenger — though that was unlikely, given how little of them were left, and how even less of them cared to think about her.

She turned the knob and opened the door. However, she was not greeted by either of those options —at least not to her knowledge. Instead, she was facing a beautiful woman in simple attire. Quite young, or maybe that assumption was just the effects of the vibrant energy she exuded.

"Can I help you?"

"Hey, yeah, it's me," silence. The smile she was sporting grew more awkward. the longer the silence stretched. "I'm Lucy." she clarified.

Wanda raised an eyebrow in confusion, as she scrutinized the woman in front of her. But there was no way Wanda knew the stranger.

"What do you want?", no matter how friendly the almost forced smile was, Wanda was not going to let it fool her.

"Oh, didn't Clint tell you? He said I could crash here." Only now did the witch notice the yellow backpack almost slipping down from one of the shoulders and the slightly bigger suitcase leaning against the wall of the house.

"Kinda figured he'd have sorted that out with you first...", she trailed off.

Her stern resolve falters slightly at the mention of him. Though that only added to the prominent confusion.

"Clint Barton, guy with an arrow, hearing aid?" The woman nodded hastily at the description. If the situation had been different, the uncanny resemblance to a bobblehead would've been pretty amusing. But the situation wasn't different and ever since her last fiasco, Wanda had to be on guard.

"Why would he say you could crash here?"

Ever since the funeral, Clint and her hadn't really stayed in touch. She didn't mind. She knew the loss they had both suffered and she also knew that he would use up all his time to be with his family. Five years was a lot to catch up on. She would have done the same.

After the events of the Westview Anomaly, he had texted her.

It'll be okay.

That was all it said and quite frankly, it was enough for her to break down. She assumed, he most likely waited for her to call him, not wanting to pressure her into confiding in him, but the call never came. It's not like she didn't try but no matter how long her thumb hovered over the call button, she couldn't ever actually make herself take that leap. She was too ashamed. And she was too afraid he'd think that sentiment was deserved.

So maybe it wasn't too far fetched for him to send someone. Perhaps this was his way of calling her.

"Well, I'm new here and don't really have...anything actually," she chuckled awkwardly, "Clint found out through a mutual friend and said you'd have some space." Lucy explained.

"You sure he didn't mention me?"

The witch resisted massaging her temple at the womans babbling and just motioned for her to come inside. This required a cup of tea, or five.

"I think I'd have remembered, if he did." She watched Lucy grab her belongings and rush through the door with a small smile on her face. One step closer to the goal, she supposed.

As Wanda closed the door behind Lucy, she pulled her phone out of her back pocket and gestured with her hand to another door further down the house.

"I gotta make a call. Just- stay.", at this point, she could've told her to fetch a stick or walk in a circle too, but she just shook her head and left the room.

Now that she was alone, her back slumped against the door, she took a second to herself and just breathed. She wasn't sure, if she needed that second because she was just blindsided with that strange woman or because she knew, she had to contact Clint now.

Most likely the latter.

Her finger hovered over the call button yet again, and she hated it. Hated her hesitance.

God, just do it.

So she finally did, her phone now resting against her ear, as she waited. Wanda always disliked the beeping of a ringing phone and the anticipation during it. She just wanted to get it over with. The call, however, almost immediately went to voicemail. She tried dialing his phone number two more times but it was of no use.

Sighing in defeat, the redhead went back to the living room, where she left Lucy.

The woman in question was busy inspecting the coat rack, her luggage tossed next to the front door.

"Nice red jacket," she commented, before turning around to face Wanda.

"Thanks, I guess."

She never actually got to give it back to Nat.

"Listen...Lucy, was it? You can't stay here." short but at least straight to the point.

Wow, she could've at least pretended to think about it, Lucy thought.

This was probably the first time she saw an expression that didn't include a smile on her face, her mouth parted and eyes widened instead.

"What? But Clint-"

"I can't reach him and he didn't ask. I don't know what he was thinking but this isn't a bed and breakfast. If what you're claiming is even true." The raise in her voice was more imminent by the end but Lucy didn't let that rattle her. It's not like she had any other options after all.

"It's true! Have I ever lied to you?", she protested.

"Well, no, but we also just met, so."

"Fair point." she sighed.

Lucy took a couple steps closer towards the uneasy woman, her hands lifted, to show that she came in peace. "Wanda, please. I-I could help out around the house, you know, I make a mean bowl of instant ramen. And it won't even be that long. Just until I find something else."

The pleading look was hard to resist but Wanda didn't know her and there was no way to confirm her story. Oh, how easy it would've been to just slip inside her mind for a second. Yet she knew she couldn't do that. She wouldn't, not after Westview. It was her own rule ever since. In no way would it ever redeem herself for all the pain she caused, but it was a start. Besides, it was already difficult enough focusing on her own mind.

Nevertheless, that meant she could only rely on whatever Lucy was claiming unil she got a hold of Clint.

Pinching the bridge of her nose with her fingers, she stepped closer to Lucy and looked at her. She could sense the awkwardness it caused in the woman but chose to ignore it, too busy with making a decision.

She examined her, starting from the dark hair, reaching barely past her shoulders, and trailed her eyes lower, ending at the minions socks on her feet.

If she ever looked back on this moment, she would probably admit that this was the reason for what she was about to say.

"Fine, you can stay."

A woman with a pair of minion socks couldn't possibly harm someone.

She really hoped she was right.

Lucy let out the breath she was holding and a bright grin adorned her face. She clasped her hands together in exuberant glee.

"Yay," a tad too much excitement, "you won't regret it, I promise."

And there was something —maybe a glint in her eye, that showed the determination and certainty behind that declaration.

Wanda almost believed it.

If you liked it, feel free to check out the whole ongoing fic

[whispersbetweenchapters]

Never in my life did I think I would be defending the Prim Reaper. But here we are. I cannot believe all the mischaracterisation of his I'm seeing, and some of the hate. Yes, he can be disliked, I don't really like this mf, but people calling him as bad as snow is WRONG. Ahem. Right. ONE. Let's take a moment to remember that Gale was also a child, who was also learning it live. I'm not disputing that some of his actions were wrong, but you gotta be realistic, he was a dumb teenage boy. Yes, he needed lessons on empathy and compassion, but he was learning, in possibly the worst environment (which, wow, surprised that it didn't do too well).

TWO. Um, why the hell are we calling him a toxic trad husband? He is not. Trad husbands want their partner to be inferior while they shine and boast. Gale was never insecure that Katniss was a better hunter than him or a better shot, her fell in love with her for it, for how capable she was.

THREE. The statement that 'Gale would kill Katniss in the Games', uh personally, no. I do not think that Gale would kill Katniss in the games, because just like Peeta, he was also in love with her. I think that they would team up together, until the 'endish' before splitting up, hoping they wouldn't have to kill one another. I don't think Katniss would want to kill him either. AND if it came down to the two of them, I think Gale would sacrifice himself. He would make Katniss promise to look after his family before killing himself, so Katniss wouldn't have to do it. And if it were the other way around, he would make sure Katniss's family was well looked after. I'm just so over people making him out to be such a 'bad guy' when he is just a traumatised child.

FOUR. Everyone respects Beetee for blowing up people, but Gale is the worst person alive for it? Yeah, sure, Beetee went through hell, yes, it was probably more than Gale. But that cannot be the REASONING ON WHY GALE WAS BAD FOR IT. Just because his trauma was 'less' does not mean Beetee is any better. It's double standards. If we're being real here, Beetee is a mature adult, and Gale is a deranged, not fully formed teenager boy who has just been through the most traumatic events in his life. Beetee has already been living with his for years. Gale just watched his home, friends, and life be destroyed. Why would he care about anyone on the 'enemy' side at this point? His rage was not just from that, by from losing his father, from being oppressed, from watching so many children die in those games (hmm sounds familiar? Just like Beetee). Realistically, MANY people would do the same thing, make the other side suffer just as they have made you suffer. Not everyone is compassionate and sweet like Peeta, and that isn't 'wrong' or 'bad but you can't hold expectations to a child like that. Gale had every right to react the way he did. AND BEETEE IS NO BETTER. He knew what he was doing, don't cover his ass for it but hate Gale at the same time. Gale provided the idea, and Beetee made it. At ANY moment, he could have gone, hmm, nah, this is too much. But he did not, because he was just like Gale and wanted that revenge.

FIVE. Gale was also groomed by Coin, just as Snow was by Dr Gaul. Coin used his anger, his pain, for her benefit. Because, as we tend to forget, Gale was still just. A. Child. He was never told the bombs would be used against his own people; he was told they would be used against the Capitol, the people whom he was targeting. He was literally on the front lines. Did he want to blow himself up? No. Now, let me propose a question. Did Beetee know? Because someone had to operate that bombs, someone who knew how they worked, someone who wasn't on the front lines. It's an interesting thought, and maybe that's why Beetee says no to the Capitol children's hunger games because he already killed half of them with the bombs.

Now, just to clarify to am not on 'team gale',  I hate Gale for the way he lacked an understanding for Katniss when she returned from the games. For how he saw everyone as a competition and in love with Katniss, but as I said before, not everyone is great and compassionate, and that's okay because everyone is DIFFERENT. I just believe it's become a 'fad' to hate on him now for stupid things. You don’t have to like Gale. I don’t, he's annoying and a teenage boy brat. But hating HARD on him without context is lazy — and y’all are smarter than that.

[murasaki-cha]

The biggest Rujinu shippers are literally the people behind the film. I’ve been following some of the artists who worked on this film and they have been so happy with reception and have been reposting a ton of Rujinu fanarts on their Instagram stories. Arden Cho is one of the biggest advocate of this relationship lol. She’s been commenting about it a lot. I don’t know why people still think that Rumi and Jinu’s relationship was not important or be viewed as romantic. Anyway, I find it so interesting that the these artists and the directors have constantly avoided on confirming that Jinu is dead. The most of what I’ve seen them talk about whatever happened with Jinu was that “he disappears,” which is so vague and it also does not confirm that he is dead. Also, Maggie Kang had reposted in her ig story the process of making Jinu’s last scene and puts the caption “Where he go???” which is driving me crazy. Where did Jinu go, Maggie???

MAGGIE WHERE DID JINU GO!?!?!

But yeah I love how the creators themselves love the ship so much. They're like happy parents reposting pics of their babies whenever they repost fanart or talk about the characters. Truly no one can outfan this fandom like the creators themselves.

And I love Jinumi and I love how important they became to each other and how natural their feelings and relationship felt! Love me a good banter filled, forbidden, enemies to lovers. They don't make them like this a lot these days. Even if you don't ship them you do have to understand that they became so important to each other, not even necessarily in a romantic sense, they simply truly understood and accepted each other.

And I think it's pretty obvious which romantic direction the movie is going to follow. But I do love all the other ships. Polytirx is so cute, I love Romirabby (yes all three, yes I do think that is the funniest ship name ever I love it), I love Zoystey, I love MiraZoey. Baby is aroace, I have no proof but I have no doubts either. Jinumi is my main but at my core I'm a love lover and I love seeing people's takes on which characters would be attracted to each other even when I don't necessarily see it. I stumbled upon this Baby x Abby fic once and it truly opened my eyes to possibilities beyond my comprehension.

But still again WHERE DID JINU GO MAGGIE PLEASE!?!?!?!?!

[todaslocas]

Ok, we need to talk about Ramb

This is something that's been brewing in my head for a while and I need to get it out there ASAP, I learned my lesson last time (last time being when I predicted Carol or Dess would be the Knight but said nothing about it online because I assumed we wouldn't even be seeing them until Chapter 5. If you think I'm making this up, I also predicted Carol would be a more likely candidate of the 2. I can admit my mistakes).

So... Ramb. This guy was teased all the way back in the first Spamton Sweepstakes. His name is even the link to the Green Room teaser we see on the website, deltarune.com/ramb/

And then when we got the new pages a month or so before release, we got another page that links from this one, deltarune.com/romb/ which ultimately leads you here:

The name of that page is "No one will shed a tear for him." Going into the chapter, whoever "Ramb" was, they were clearly going to be a pretty big deal. But then we go through the chapter, and...

Yeah. He was a lot less important than he was set up to be.

Or was he?

See, people started noticing weird things about him. For one thing, he brings up freedom quite a bit.

He makes this weird comment midway through the chapter:

He's also the person to introduce you to the secret, more open original version of the board games, which ultimately grants you the shadow mantle from this funky lookin fella:

Plus there's the name of the Romb page, "No one will shed a tear for him," which we now know is associated with Ramb. The figure 8 movement of the link around the screen matches how this guy moves in his boss fight, and the ultimate message about needing the mantle to get the crystal is foreshadowing this exact fight.

The fandom came to one conclusion: Not only was Ramb the one we fought for the shadow mantle, he was the original secret boss of Chapter 3. We escaped Tenna too early for the Knight to be able to give him the crystal.

(Page name: "YOU'RE EARLY!")

I'll tell you, this blew me away when I first heard about it. It made the entire Knight fight make total sense, it's why they had a shadow crystal on them, why they don't fit any of the previous secret boss criteria when even Gerson fits them; the freedom talk, the theme, even the theme of being discarded, as dead remains are usually either burnt and scattered or buried.

So this begs the question: why did Toby do this? Why go through all this trouble to set up a character who ultimately doesn't have all that much impact on the story, who's basically a side character in their own quest?

Here I'm gonna start referencing The Device Theory by Mollystars. If you haven't seen it yet, go watch it if you have 10 hours to spare. Even after these previous chapters it still holds up pretty well and is still the single best theory I've seen on the game yet.

In this theory, Molly proposes that Toby's statement of "There's something more important than reaching the end" isn't just about connecting to the world and the characters or some other metaphorical message. There's something in the middle of the game we need to do to be able to see what this game is really trying to do, possibly by using an item or some piece of knowledge gained in Chapter 7. And, well, we're here! Chapter 4 is the middle of the game, where is it? What are we missing?

Is there... any indication that we are missing something?

YES.

(Playthrough footage from Shirrako)

Key phrase being "By the time we got here." Ralsei saying "Our fate is already decided" isn't just about the prophecy, getting to this point in the story, the point where Susie sees how the prophecy is going to end, is the point of no return. At this point, their fates are truly sealed.

This is when Molly's theory became back to me. This is the point in the story where we're supposed to change things. Maybe Susie isn't supposed to see the end of the prophecy, maybe she wasn't supposed to shatter it, I don't know. Whatever it was, it's too late.

Let's go back to Ramb, starting with one of the newer pages on the website, Deltarune.com/chapter5/

Initially I wasn't super convinced by Molly's theory about what the sizes of the chapter numbers indicate. I mean, clearly whether or not they're visible corresponds to whether or not they have a weird route, but Molly proposes that the size represents how much you're able to veer the story off course. What else could you do to veer the story off course except go through a weird route?

But then the chapter came out, and it still didn't really make sense to me. Sure, there are allusions to the weird route and even the Undertale genocide route. But how does that correspond to the size of the chapter numbers? Is it how much the weird route is referenced? How much of a role it plays with the secret bosses? I still had no idea. But thinking about it now, I can't help but think of Ramb, as well as the name of the page. "back."

I don't think Ramb was just made by Toby as a red herring or the way we get the shadow mantle. After all, Seam says it may be impossible to defeat the next secret boss without it, but...

People like Super3559 are actually insane. It's clearly possible.

I think Ramb will play a much more important role later on, and whatever that is, we will need the shadow mantle. Eram was just a warmup. My prediction is that in order to change the story, in order to have true freedom over our fate, for whatever reason, we will need to fight Ramb.

[rekino2114]

Okay, so this prompt just popped into my head and I gotta submit it, or I'll forget~ I think you'll like it.

So we sometimes see this in anime where we'll see a character's room, and it'll just have tons of photos of their crush or S/O usually yandere thing but not this time, anyway let's do that!!!

So~ Junko enoshima, Mukuro Ikusaba, Veronika grebenshchikova and Kanade otonokoji with their boyfriend and they either go into the boyfriends or the boyfriend goes into said girlfriends where it's discovered that the wall and ceiling is has big pictures of them all over the place. In the boyfriends case, he's just straight-up chill with it and expected in the case with Veronika or with Kanade depending on if he knows she's a yandere... actually, can you do a yandere and non yandere one for her?

Kinda like this, but it's not as extreme.

Long Live bocchi the rock!!!!

Anyway, feel free to add any other girls on this prompt that you'd love to write for~

Reacting to Junko ,mukuro,kanade, and Veronika having pictures of you on their walls

Junko enoshima (dr1)

"OK, ok, cutie pie, are you ready to step into the amazing room of the super duper wonderful ultimate fashionista?"

"........you don't need to do this whole introduction I'm just going in your room"

"Yeah but it's your first time in my room, so it's gotta be special"

"If you say so"

Junko kissed your cheek before opening the door to her huge room while dramatically yelling "ta-da!"

For the most part junko's room was what you expected, pink walls and carpets, a huge bed just as pink as the rest of the room with tons of plushie scattered over it, a particular black and white bear sticking out of the covers. There was a really big makeup table on the other side of the room, with tons of different lipsticks and other types of makeup scattered kinda chaotically in front of the mirror

When you looked more closely at the mirror, you saw something weird. Around the mirror, there were tons of pictures plastered over the wall, some were of junko but the majority were.....of you, you recognized some of them as pictures you had sent her but you genuinely had no idea where she got the rest

"......junko.....may I ask you a question?"

"Of course baby, anything you curious about?"

".....yeah.....why do you have pictures of me all around your makeup mirror"

Junko took a quick glance at the pictures you pointed at before turning to you still smiling like nothing

"Oh yeah those, well y'know I put make up on basically every day right? It's practically part of my job"

".....yeah....what about it?"

"Wellllll, I found out I put makeup on like way better if i do it for you"

"Really?"

"Yep,yep! It's cause I gotta look super pretty and hot and even sexier than I already am for you cutie!"

".........o-ok"

"So anyway, I figured that if I just imagine I'm doing it for you every time I'll look pretty when I have to model too, and the pictures are motivations if you wanna put it like that"

".....ok.....but that still didn't answer my question.....how did you get the photos anyway?"

"Weeeeellll you know, I got lots of talents and I just got them"

"....from your non answer I'm gathering that I probably shouldn't ask"

"It's probably better like that, if that makes you feel better I could give you some pictures of me as compensation"

".........junko my phone gallery Is literally like 90% photos of you....I don't think I need anymore"

Junko smirked and sided, hugged you, leaning her head over your shoulder, causing you to blush

"Come on don't act like you don't like it handsome~ you can never have too many pics of your gorgeous gf am I right or am I right?"

"..........fine"

She giggled and kissed your cheek

"I knew you'd agree, I promise you won't regret it on bit"

Mukuro ikusaba (dr1)

You never thought it was weird that mukuro hadn't shown you her room despite the many times you had stayed at her house, sure you had been dating for a while but you knew how nervous and secretive she could be so you didn't pry

That was until one day you were at your girlfriend's and her sister's house to accompany mukuro on a date, and while she was getting ready, junko told you that she had forgotten something in mukuro's room and asked you to grab it for her, you were about to ask her why she couldn't just do that herself but she basically dragged you into her sister's room before you could

So you sighed and knocked on the door in front of you

"Hey mukuro sorry it's me, junko told me she needed something"

You heard some rustling come from the other side before mukuro opened the door, looking even more nervous than usual and blushing very red

"O-oh y/n...."

"Hi mukuro I just wanted to-"

You suddenly noticed something plastered on the wall behind the door

".........are those pictures of me?"

"W-wait-"

Before she could protest more, you opened the door and saw that there actually were some polaroids of you attached to her wall. They weren't many and were mostly of you on dates but you were pretty sure you had never shown her some of these

"I-i swear I can explain, junko just told me it would look nice and you just look so handsome sometimes i-"

"I like it"

"...........huh?"

"I think it does look cute, it shows how much you love me"

"........s-so you don't think I'm weird?"

"No of course not, I could never"

You kissed her cheek and watched her blush

"I love you mukuro"

".........thank you, really, I love you too"

After mukuro kissed your cheek back you looked at the pictures more closely

"By the way how did you get some of these pictures?"

".....o-oh don't......don't worry about it ok?"

"............ok"

Veronika grebenshchikova (drdt)

"Hey Vero sorry did you-"

You froze and your eyes widened as soon as you saw the state your girlfriend's room was in

Her walls were fully covered in one of two things: horror movie posters, which was very expected and pictures of you, which was.... less expected, but to be honest not out of nowhere knowing Veronika.

Some specific parts of the walls even had pictures of both of you or just you circled in hearts made of what you assumed and hoped was simply fake blood and "my darling" and "love of my life" written in the same red liquid

"Oh hi darling what is it?"

She got up from the bed like nothing and faced you

"Are those all........pictures of me?"

"Oh you noticed? I'm glad. Of course they are who else's pictures would I hang up all over my room like this?"

".....I don't think you should have anyone's pictures hung up like that period"

"Hm? And why not?"

"Cause it looks like you want to kill me and / or trap me in your basement"

Veronika gasped sounding offended

"What? I would never that's so crude, there's no point in doing something so horrible to the one you love......plus we're already together so there's literally no reason for me to do that even if I wanted to"

You felt......relieved by that even if by a little even if you can't deny that Veronika saying all of that with a smile didn't creep you out a little bit....but it's Veronika so you're used to it

".........o-ok"

"Anyway what did you want to ask me"

"Oh just......"

You froze again once you realized what was on her bed

"Is that........a body pillow with a photo of me on it"

"Yes, I made it myself, isn't it wonderful? That way I can cuddle you every night"

"......you could have just asked me, I would have said yes you know?"

"Oh.....yeah I guess I could have"

".....so you thought about making a body pillow of me.....before you thought about asking me to cuddle?"

Veronika blinked looking actually shocked at the idea for a bit before she flashed you her usual smile

".........yes"

".....I would be lying if I said this wasn't part of your charm"

Kanade otonokoji (sdra2)

For kanade I just made her her usual yandere self cause it's really hard to write her in any other way

You just wanted to ask hibiki something so you decided to go into her room.....however it seems like you didn't read the plaques on the doors because when you entered you saw kanade (you would never mix up your girlfriend with her sister) on her knees looking up at something

".........kanade?"

Kanade tensed up for a moment before she turned around and relaxed once she saw it was you

"Oh hi darling, what is it?"

"......what were you doing?"

"Just looking at some pictures of you, do you wanna see them? I took them myself, you always look so photogenic my love"

"Thank......you?"

You stepped forward and saw like 50 different pictures of you all taped to a wall with a purple candle placed in the floor below it lighting up the atmosphere. There were also tons of pictures of kanade and some of them were physically taped next to yours which you didn't understand the reason for since she could have just used some of the many pictures of you together

"............."

"So what do you think darling?"

"Is this......a shrine for me?"

"Well it's more like a place where I can go and look at allll the beautiful memories we made together"

"..........alright I guess......wait...are those pictures of me sleeping?"

"Yes they are, you always look so peaceful and handsome when you sleep, well you always do but you know what I mean"

"......did you break in my dorm while I was sleeping and take pictures of me?"

"Oh darling, break in is a strong word, you love me right? So i don't think there's anything wrong with me inviting myself to your room, consider it practice for when we'll live together in a big beautiful house, and we'll sleep in the same bed and cuddle every night..."

At this point kanade started to drool a little at her fantasy

"Aaaaah, and i won't even have to disturb you in your sleep to cuddle up to you like now"

"You.......cuddle me in my sleep?....I guess that does explain why I have been sleeping better lately"

"Right? I can't have my poor poor darling having troubles falling asleep now can I? So I simply took matters into my own hands, there's nothing wrong with that right?"

"......you have done weirder things and it's to help me so.....I guess"

Kanade smiled and hugged you

"Oh I knew you'd understand darling, you're so perfect unlike everyone else in this world you're so so so perfect for me"

As she continued mumbling to herself while hugging you you turned your head to the other wall and saw something even stranger

".....hey kanade.....are those pictures....girls I talked to recently?.....and why do almost all of them have a red x on their face?"

Hearing this kanade broke the hug and held your hand turning you away from the wall so that you would look at her with surprising strength

"You don't have to worry about that darling alright? Now why don't we go have some ice cream? You'd like that won't you?"

You sighed

"....alright I guess"

"Hehe, I knew you'd say that my love, you really are perfect"

Kanade lowered you head down to meet hers and kissed you, then held your hand and guided you out of her room still smiling happily

[undermine-the-instinct]

BUT OH, HOW YOU BREAK ME

Prison!Vi x reader

CHAPTER TWO: HELLO SUNSHINE

Masterlist..... Read on AO3..... wc: 2K

Tags: Fem coded reader, foul language, weird uncle vibes from an Adult, Vi calls reader a bitch

“Rule One- Don’t touch my shit. Don’t touch dont look dont even breathe in the same direction of my shit. Got it?”

You peek a look to the toilet, with its murky, rank waters.

“Um….”

“Two–I don't need your help, or your company. Stay out of my way.”

“I-”

“Three-I don't like small talk. Don't talk to me even if you're dying. I dont fucking care.” She throws her towel-one of her few possessions, to her bunk after her sentence, huffing as she pulls herself up by the thin rails. Fancy.

“I'm taking top bunk. Tough luck princess.”

“I have a name,” you say. You lift your chin and your nostrils flare a bit.

"And I dont fucking care."

You make an affronted sound, a word underneath your breath, and Vi sits up to bear down at you.

"Got something to say princess?"

"Yeah. Thats not my fucking name," brave, and stupid, you dont back down.

"So cut it out with that bullshit right there." Vi fully sits up, swings her legs in front of you, where you barely dodge. She folds her hands in her lap, loosens her shoulders.

"It's either princess, bitch, or your number, so your choice, newbie."

There's a shake in your eyes, a gleam as you persist. "My name is--"

“Doesn't matter. Not here. You might get a nickname in this place, but you'll always just be a number here."

"I'm more than that."

"No, you're not. You're stuck down here with all the rest of us now. So remember your number, because that's all people’ll ever see you as.” She turns to lay back down, and looks over her shoulder to give you a glance.

“You better hope it stays that way. A pretty face can get busted up quick here.”

"Yeah? And you would know, huh?"

She has to pause, before a low laugh pulls out her teeth like a wince. A hiss. "What? Are you saying I'm pretty?"

"I'm saying you looked fucked up," You cross your arms, and it looks like a barrier put up between the two of you.

"And shouldn't there be gendered sectors here? Why is this a co-ed prison?"

"If we start making divisions starting with gender, next you'll have age and then species divisions, and then gangs, and then people start fighting, and everyone starts thinking their special," she laughs without humor. "Better to keep it as is."

"There's just...so many kids here. All ages. It's, it's crazy." And she feels her back tense again.

"That's the way it is here. So mind your business, and keep your head down. You're Benny's kid, one way or another, so don't give the old man any grief, alright?"

"So you know Uncle Benny?" You pull up till she can feel the breath of your words a second after they leave your mouth.

"Did you know him before this?"

This. This. What is this anyway.

Vi just snags her head into a tighter crook of her elbow.

“...Rule number three, princess,” she says, just as the guards shout “Lights out,” and the world goes dark.

Almost instantly, when the lights go out, so too does sound. She ignores you as you continue to stand there, before you sigh in defeat. She hears the sounds of you slipping into a hard mattress, tissue thin sheets.

It's a while later, and Vi is sure she isn't supposed to hear it, but she does. Tiny, aborted gasps, the kind where you're trying to be quiet, but you can't breathe.

Vi blinks in the quiet. It doesn't matter if her eyes are open or not, it's always been dark. But even the underground was never this suffocating.

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The tomfoolery doesn't stop though, because before she can barge out of her cell in the morning, a burly guard blocks her way.

“Hold on. You're forgetting something.” She tips her head to you, wide eyed, fixing your sheets like an overly polite guest in a hotel.

“What?”

“You gotta escort her. Warden's orders. Show her the layout, the ins and outs…keep her in one piece.” She grins at the hard set of her jaw.

“Take it up to the Warden if you have a problem.”

“Or maybe I should just shoot the messenger, here and now?” You raise your voice when the guard's grin drops.

“It's fine. I don't need an escort.”

“Didn't look that way yesterday princess.”

“Not my name. And that doesn't count because that's family-”

“You're family with Widows?” Oh, you dumb, stupid bitch. Why did you have to open your mouth? Common sense says that you keep your mouth shut, and eyes straight.

You seem to catch your mistake, the way the guard and Vi are looking at you.

“....You know I'm Zaun. No fucking clue they're family.”

“...Huh. A Piltie calling herself a Zaun. Alright.” Dumbass. The guard steps aside, and not too soon before Vi was going to push her out and catch another case.

“Remember your orders five-sixteen.”

“Leave me the fuck alone,” she mutters under her breath.

“...Are you coming or what?” Stupid, stupid, stupid. Because you stare at her dumbfounded, before finishing folding the towel you used for an extra blanket. You follow her with a hasty nod.

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“Here, you, take your problem.” She waits until Benny looks up, before she turns on her heel and storms off.

“Hey, hey hey! Don't go?” He yells after her with a hint of audacity, and she ignores him, and whatever he says to you that has you running after her.

“Hey, um, you? Unc-” Vi whirls on her heel so fast she sees the words die in your mouth with a grimace.

"Damn, I forgot, my ba-"

“Rule number four, princess-keep your mouth shut. This isn't a work office this isn't some random street or fancy theater. Connections here can kill you just as easily as they keep you alive.”

You take a step back, a frown pulling your face down.

“Benny's calling you.”

“Don't care. I don't answer to Benny.”

“Aren't you guys like, colleagues? Coworkers? I think it's worth hearing him out.”

Vi’s already turning in her heel and walking away. “No.”

“You know, you're rather bristly.”

Huh? She stops. “What's that supposed to mean?”

“Just what I said. Bristly. Like an alley cat. It'd be cute if you didn't get tired of it quick.”

“What are you getting at?” She turns and presses into your space, nose to nose. “Don't play with me.”

You don't back away, but you do shy. Vi follows. “I'm not. I'm just reciprocating a tiny bit of the energy you're giving me."

She pulls in closer, eye to eye. Your eyes flicker between her pair, before you settle and stare her down. You're actually taller than her, with more weight on your frame. Three square meals a day for years probably did you some good.

"You're a smart mouthed princess, aren't ya?"

"Better than a feral animal running around like its tail is on fire."

"The fuck? You-"

“And how are we doing today my flowers?” A booming voice, well, booms off the walls and Vi feels herself go ramrod straight.

The Warden's steps make the ground tremble, and when he walks with that fatass body of his, he takes up most of the hallway, trusty weapon always in hand. His grin is never friendly, it's sharp.

“Well? I asked a question.” He stops in front of them, and peers down at the both of them.

You wilt. “Um…Flowers?"

Oh, he laughs. HAHAHA so funny. "Well, pretty thing you are, I think yours is pretty self-explanatory. Five-sixteen here-"

"Warden--"

"Is named Violet," He continues on despite her angry protests. "Odd for such a prickly girl, right. So? How are we doing."

You look between her and the Warden, but she refuses to look at you.

"We're- doing as well as can be, sir.”

“Is that right? Well, we don't want you having a good time here, this is a prison after all,” he leans down and winks like he's telling a joke, and your face twists like you're not sure whether you think so to.

“And, you are here for a reason.” He straightens with a sigh.

“How is our resident five-sixteen treating you? You looked like you were arguing, though you don't look much worse for wear.”

“I-”

“What were you expecting sir?” Vi lifts her eyes, bright.

“Broken bones? A bloodbath?”

“Certainly a little more blood,” he peers down. “You're not known for your love of Pilties, flower. Or Zaun goons. Or anyone except that Powder you keep–”

“Sir.” She grins, tries to forewarn with her eyes but he just laughs.

“I'm still surprised you dont join the Vapers, but you are more solo than anyone else here.” He pays her head, none too gently, and she tastes blood on her tongue.

“Still, I need you to be on your best behavior for our newest member, alright flower? Pilties are fragile, so go easy on the young thing, won't ya?”

“I'm not Piltie,” you frown. And something about the way your eyes shine, like something pretty and adamant and pitiful.

"But you're a halfie."

"But I don't claim Piltover. I'm Zaun."

The Warden, he sees this too, because he laughs, again. He reaches out and pinches your cheek, shaking you side to side like a rowdy puppy. You whine in protest like one too and it sounds fucking annoyingly pathetic.

“Ha! Adorable! Really, try not to rough this one up! We'd hate to lose such a pretty one.” He lets you go, leaving your cheek red and smarting.

"I havent had to check up on you for a while, so the beds and blankets were a courtesy gift. Don't mess this one up, Five-sixteen. You might earn back some privileges again." And he turns, and he walks away.

Vi stands there, waiting and watching until his figure disappears around a corner and the world stops going blurry at the edges.

She breathes, and exhales in a sharp burst. Once, twice, until the blood stops ruching in her ears. You're still there when she opens her eyes.

"...Flower?"

Red. Red red red. “I swear to fucking--"

"Ay, he called me that too, okay? I'm just questioning." You sigh, putting your hands palm first to your forehead.

“You know what? I'm hungry. You want to eat?”

Vi stares at you. “...Breakfast is over. They don't let latecomers in.”

“They'll let me in.”

“What? Why?”

“So show me the way to the kitchens,” you nod, ignoring. “Come on. I'll get you something too.”

…What the hell are you talking about? “Listen, I don't know if you know this, but this isn't a fucking playground. Did you hear what the Warden said? Do you know what he means?"

Its irking her, how your expression barely changes besides a few muscles movements.

"I'm not stupid, or naive, I know Vi."

"So whats not fucking clicking?!" She jabs a finger to her temple with each word.

"You cant act like a fucking princess, act like things are supposed be one way or the other because you expect them to be. You don't act a certain way without people expecting something from you."

"I know that."

"So you're okay with that then, with this?!" She looks around the drab walls. "All of you Pilties think shits so sweet, when-"

"I'm not dealing with this, or with you. You seem to be going through something, so I'm out."

"Huh?"

And just like that, you turn on your heel and you're making your way over to a random person. She watches you in bafflement as you stop in front of this man, tatted in blue ink. “Hey. I'm new around here. Do you mind showing me the way into the kitchen?”

“What the fuck are you–” Vi and him speak at the same time, but you reach into your pocket and stick your fist out. “Here. I'll get you something more if you take me.” He looks down at Vi, then you suspiciously, before placing his huge hand under yours. You open your hand.

She has to hold back the small gasp when you hand what was in your fist–sugar packets. Sheer fucking gold in this place. Not some cheap syrup or the glop in the kitchens, actual, fucking, sugar.

The man's eyes widen too, and he looks again between you and Vi before shoving his pay into his pocket. He nods his head, and starts to walk. You take one look back at Vi, before you turn too, and follow him.

He is going in the way of the kitchens, but he could be leading you to an empty corner to run your pockets. Stupid girl.

Vi turns and goes the other way.

Taglist: @sevikas-whore @autisticratbagtm

[overtheggum]

how to get the girl in ten (easy) steps ♡ : two and eight ninths

paring : nonidol!soobin x fem!reader

word count : 635

genre : fluff, such stupid fluff - romantic comedy

warnings : profanity, inaccurate university descriptions, food and drinks, there's like no concept of time they're just in school the whole time ig (i don't even know what counts as a warning so please let me know!)

playlist ! : forty one winks by tomorrow by together, attention please! by enhypen, but i like you! by boynextdoor, pick up your phone by hojean

author's note : this is my first fic ever written so feedback is appreciated!

p.s if you want to be added to the taglist, please either leave an ask or a comment!

masterlist . step two. step three

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STEP TWO AND EIGHT NINTHS: LIVING UP TO THE DEALS

Soobin stared, wide-eyed and mildly horrified, at the set of dumbbells Taehyun had just dropped on their dorm floor like they didn’t weigh more than Soobin’s entire GPA.

“There is no way I’m doing that, Taehyun.”

Taehyun didn’t even blink. “You said—and I quote—‘I’ll do anything if she agrees to hang out with me.’”

“That was before I knew ‘anything’ included dying under a bench press!”

“You’re not gonna die,” Taehyun said, completely unfazed. “You’re just going to build your confidence and your traps. Now get up.”

Soobin groaned like a man on his way to execution and flopped dramatically onto his bed.

“Why do I need traps? But shouldn’t I try to get her attention by being myself, you know the moral of every Disney Channel movie?”

“Yeah, but imagine how much nicer you’d look with better posture and a little definition.”

“You’re evil.”

“And you’re stalling,” Taehyun said, tossing a resistance band at him. “Now get up. It’s Thursday. Chest, arms, and some cardio.”

“Why does that sound so threatening coming from you?”

But Soobin did get up—begrudgingly—dragging himself off the bench like a Victorian ghost forced into P.E. class.

He sighed dramatically as he tried to mimic whatever sorcery Taehyun was doing with the resistance bands. “It’s not like you’ve told me anything about how to actually talk to her,” he whined.

Taehyun snorted. “You talked to her just fine at Blue Hour.”

Soobin turned red instantly. “That was horrible! Do you know how embarrassing that is? I’m known as the guy who bumped into her. And the guy who sits next to Beomgyu.”

He awkwardly tried to get into the same position as Taehyun—some sort of resistance band row—but ended up just vaguely tugging like he was milking an invisible cow.

“Do you know how much it sucks to be known as the person who sits next to Gyu? That’s like being the background character in his movie.”

Taehyun clicked his tongue and shook his head. “I mean… it's better than her not knowing who you are.”

Soobin paused, resistance band limp in his hands. “…Okay, that actually makes me feel worse.”

“You’re being dramatic.”

“I’m being realistic,” Soobin insisted. “You weren’t there when I tried to ask if she wanted a napkin and accidentally said ‘Do you nap?’”

Taehyun blinked. “You said what?”

“Do you nap. Like I just—panicked and turned into a Victorian child offering her a fainting couch.”

Taehyun lost it. Full-on doubled over, laughing. “I—what did she say?!”

“She said, ‘Sometimes.’”

“Oh my God—”

“She patted my shoulder, Tae. Like I was the one who needed help.”

Taehyun wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. “Okay. Okay. That’s bad. But also… kind of adorable?”

“I’m dying inside and you think it’s adorable?”

“I think it means she wasn’t weirded out. Which is kind of impressive, considering you tried to small-talk about napping.”

Soobin groaned, flopping back onto the floor. “This is hopeless. I’m gonna fail this whole ten-step thing and just become a monk.”

“You won’t,” Taehyun said simply, going back to perfect form. “Because you’re doing the one thing she’ll actually notice.”

Soobin blinked at him from the floor. “…Losing my will to live?”

“Trying, dumbass.”

That shut him up.

Taehyun glanced at him, voice softer now. “You show up. You pay attention. You try. That’s more than most people do.”

Soobin stayed quiet. That meant something. He didn’t know what, exactly—but it did.

After a pause, he groaned and sat back up. “Fine. What now?”

“Now? Three rounds of bicep curls, wall sits, and then a jog.”

Soobin stared. “A jog? Like… with my legs?”

Taehyun deadpanned. “No, Soobin. With your soul.”

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taglist! (open!)

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[gameo-archive]

Thanks so much to @khorazir for tagging me and @pipwasreal for the transcript that starts below!

Hello, Anke. It's so lovely to hear from you, and to see your name pop up.

Um... this cameo has been requested by Anke but it's also for the Dead Boy Detectives fandom at large, it seems. So, thank you to Anke on behalf of myself and on behalf of the Dead Boys fans, it's very generous of you to reach into your own pockets and request a cameo, so thank you. Um, so let's get into it.

You've said: "Dear George, hope you're well." I am, thank you. I hope you are too. "I've just survived six weeks of exam marking hell at school." [Makes impressed/pained noise] "So things are looking up." Congratulations on that, I can imagine that was, uh... a fairly arduous task. Although I used to love marking, when I was younger. Get the red pen out. I used to mark my own university essays, used to print them out, get a red pen and mark them out because a really good piece of advice that was given when you're proofreading is to actually print it off and read it on the paper, as opposed to the screen. But, also, we need to save the planet, so. [Clicks his tongue twice, ambivalently]

"I have questions about some mysteries of Dead Boy Detectives. So, 1. Do you have any backstory about who sent the Becky Aspen flyer to the boys?" I have a very strong feeling that it was Crystal. Or David. It was either David the Demon or Crystal. Um, the whole thing was... well, getting the boys there was a whole thing set up by one of those two. I can't remember who it was. It was either Crystal, I think when she was possessed, or it was, um, David the Demon. Um. So yeah, definitely one of those two.

"Who is the Dragons' mascot? Why do they help?" Uh well they... why do they help? I remember meeting the actor who played the mascot, who was lovely. And actually one of the hardest moments, or the funniest moments, where me, Jayden and Kassius corpsed, was during a take with the mascot in the changing rooms. It didn't make it into the show, and it's my fault because I laughed and I made the others laugh, or they just laughed independently, but it did make the blooper reel, if that's still up. Um... why do they help? Some people just like to be helpful, I suppose. And maybe they just wanted justice. Help can... help can come in, you know, various forms. So I think they were all grateful to the mascot for helping. To show that, you know, some good pervades through the school.

"The clowns on the Tube. Were they a joke/reference? Or do they have some deeper meaning? There's a clown figure in the roller-skating rink too." [Clicks fingers] Anke, this is some top level detail, I'm telling you. Top level detail. This is some, like, PhD kinda stuff. Um... I love it. The... from what I remember, on the Tube, the kind of motif of the clowns, that was... that was set up to, kind of, uh... because of the joke of the audience thinking it was Charles and Edwin and then they get off. That was something that Lee [Toland Krieger], our director, thought of and it looked really, really cool. Because it also directly follows the line 'I'll get the disguises', which is really, really funny. There's something kind of absurdist about it.

"Why do we hear a cry when Niko speaks to the Washerwoman?" Oh, I've never heard that, I don't think... do you mean the scream? "Is it the same noise as when someone rings the bell in Limbo?" I don't think so. The Washerwoman... oh gosh, the Washerwoman, sorry, off memory, we filmed this... we filmed this over two years ago... is she the goddess of scorned women? So I think that scream was a scorned woman. I think. [You're thinking of Lilith; not the Washerwoman.]

"Why does the Night Nurse arrive as a parcel at the Agency and not just materialise?" Um... I think maybe because the boys would have had some kind of lookout traps set up outside the office. Um, so she would have had to sneak in magically, in a way where she could outsmart the boys. Or, possibly, it was an order from the Principal Officer, because she kind of accompanied her, didn't she? So... I don't know. Loved the Principal Officer. And loved Ruth, love Ruth, obviously. Thank you for some great questions, and have a great rest of your week. Bye!

Got another Cameo, in which I asked George about some of the mysteries of Dead Boy Detectives:

Dear George, hope you’re well. I just survived six weeks of exam marking hell at school, so things are looking up. I have questions about some mysteries of DBD: Do you have any backstory about who sent the Becky Aspen flyer to the boys? Who is the Dragons mascot; why do they help? The clowns on the Tube: were they a joke/reference, or do they have some deeper meaning (there’s a clown figure in the rollerskating ring, too). Why do we hear a cry when Niko speaks to the Washer Woman? Is it the same noise as when someone rings the bell in Limbo? Why does the Night Nurse arrive as a parcel at the agency and not just materialise? Thanks a lot :)

@gameo-archive

[lovesodeepandwideandwell]

Watching Severance does feel a bit like reading a fic with 15000 word chapters that are almost entirely world-building and setup and there are only 2/47 chapters published and those came out 3 years apart

[werewolfkryptonite]

[pickaropoprocks]

Fighting battles that have ABSOLUTELY been seen before (wanting to restart my Animal Crossing New Leaf town so I can begin the game from scratch and as myself as I am now vs. not wanting to restart my town because nostalgia and I'd miss my villagers)

[hypotenussy]

You know what? Maybe I'll get through college purely for the sake of learning to write strong academic papers to prove my mom wrong about things.

[steelthroat]

If my prof ever decides to ever speak about her experience with my academy, it would probably be an international gaffe.

Which I kind of hope that happens because something bad has to happen for the Direction(useless bucnch of people) to wake tf up...

[adore-gregor]

😓

[shyfurby]

I have not posted any of my analysis to reddit yet and I think I might just post it and ghost it. I've already spent too much time looking at other people's threads on there to feel any way good about interacting with folks.

I already went in an added the "I know you're going to bring this up let me save you the time" section which is exclusively touching on the frequent topics of:

"well what about the fingerprint nostrum and finger mimics? He is clearly just a crackpot"

And

"it's definitely some weird elaborate sacrifice to Metyr thing"