#you have gotten too deep into Theory Hell

[jenny-dreadful]

sometimes u see a post that’s on something like “if you think locker rooms should be sex-segregated at all, you’re a t*rf” and you just gotta go “whoa buddy ykw. i’m not sure that’s it” and keep scrolling

[a-b-riddle]

Not me imagining medic reader who acts weird around Ghost.

At first everyone thinks that you’re just weirded out. 6’4 wall of a man in a skull mask. His eyes covered in black makeup and eyes such a deep brown they’re almost black. Anyone in their right mind would be on edge.

But then as time progresses it doesn’t stop. You don’t ease up no matter how many times you’ve been around Ghost. Eventually the 141 begins to suspect something much more sinister.

Theories of knowing something about Ghost you shouldn’t. Are you working for Makarov and worried? Your eyes never leave him anytime he enters a room. Your voice wavering anytime he asks you a question. You’re not like that with the others. You’re hiding something. And they know it.

Johnny is the one you’ve gotten closest to in the 141. The one who wants to believe you’re not a traitor. You’re Birdie for Christ’s sake. Their bird, as they call you. You couldn’t be betraying them. He’s able to convince the guys to let him get you drunk. See if you slip up.

It’s a quiet night on base. Johnny had manage to get flavored vodka imported. Enticing you to come have a drink in his barracks.

And boy, do you.

You get too tipsy to notice how off Johnny seems. How his voice is softer, more alluring. You also down notice the phone face down on the table, serving as a live walkie-talkie between him and the others listening in Price’s office.

Johnny and you bullshit around. Talking about F1 racing, the need for more help in the medbay and even what your plans are when you get back home.

Eventually, he can’t take it anymore. He needs to know.

“What’s your deal with the Simon?” He finally asks. His question grants you pause, almost instantly sobering you up. Johnny sees it in your eyes. His heart breaking because he begins to believe he was wrong.

“Hen,” his hand grabs yours, when you don’t say anything. “I know something is going on.” You try and pull away but he doesn’t let go.

“Have-” you begin, trying to figure out how to tell him. Johnny is your friend. He wouldn’t care. But you fail to come up with the words. “Fuck.”

“Please.” He begs. “You know you can tell me.” You wait. Contemplating if you should tell him. But then it could mean losing any respect you had earned with them.

“You can’t judge me.” You made him promise, tears beginning to well in your eyes.

“I won’t.” He promises, offering a squeeze of reassurance. He knew that the moment you confessed to whatever it was you were hiding, the team would be in there. He knew what would happen to you. And although there were no romantic feelings he held toward you, he still cared.

You took a deep breath.

“It’s the mask.” You confessed. “It’s hot.” Now it was Johnny’s turn to pause.

The mask?

“What?” He asked in disbelief, pulling his hand off of yours. “What do you mean it’s hot?” “You’re worried that he’s sweating underneath it.”

“I want to fuck him.” It felt like a weight lifted the moment your confession of lust escaped your lips.

Johnny sat there, knowing his Captain, fellow Sergeant and, most importantly, his Lieutenant were listening on the other end of the phone.

“Simon.” he clarified. “Ye want to fuck Simon.”

“I mean if he keeps the mask on.” You shrug, looking at his bewildered expression. “It’s a kink, Johnny. Some people like feet or being led around on a dog leash.” You down the rest of the sweetened liquor, cringing as the last sip makes your stomach flip. “Men in masks do it for me. It’s a thing now. Lots of women like it.”

He doesn’t say anything. The room filled with uncomfortable silence until he breaks out in laughter.

“If you say anything, I will murder you and we both know I can make it look like an accident.” You threaten.

“Feckin’ hell.” He sighs, wiping tears from his eyes. “This isn’t how I expected the conversation to go.”

“Well,” you say standing, needing a moment to get your bearings. “It’s also over. I’m calling it a night.”

“I’ll walk ye back to yer room.” He says standing.

“No need.” You wave off. “I’m good.”

He knows you’re right. But now guilt eats away at him for even thinking you were a traitor. So he lets you go, listening to the sound of your footsteps fading as you walk down the empty corridor.

Several minutes later the others join him in his barracks. None of them saying something until, Johnny looks at Simon.

“Looks like the little Bird has a thing for you, Lt.”

Simon rolls his eyes.

Thankful that his mask is hiding his shit eating grin.

[mokulule]

A Pinch of Salt - snippet 2

Okay, so I have been reminded by @clockwayswrites that I could post some things instead of just hoarding them like the dragon in my icon. So here ya go. Maybe I'll even get around to updating Catnip in the coming days who knows. Previous

Fuck, Danny cursed internally as he struggled to keep up with the long-legged stride of Trenchcoat. Whatever had happened to that ghost to make it into something like that was not good, he needed to do something! But as long as Trenchcoat was here he couldn’t exactly do as he usually would: transform and punch it. The man had seemed very ready to do something to Danny and the unspeakable soul situation going on had Danny extremely leery of finding out what that something was.

At least getting eaten seemed unlikely from the man’s earlier horrified response.

So running.

They went down a hallway, up a staircase, down another hallway and into a would have been shop. They stopped for a moment in the square space catching their breath. Trenchcoat let go of him to go peek back around the corner. Finally Trenchcoat’s shoulders relaxed.

“We lost it for now.” Actually it was more like the ghost lost interest in them; as they’d gotten further and further away from the central plaza of the mall the ghost had stopped following them. Not that Danny was going to tell Trenchcoat that. He had no idea how he’d explain it in a way that didn’t make him extremely suspicious. His hair was dripping salty water making it hard to forget he’d already been assaulted twice - he did not wanna know what else the man stored up his sleeves.

Preferably, somehow he’d get Trenchcoat to leave.

The moment of inattention cost him as he was grabbed once again by Trenchcoat and towed through the would-maybe-someday be a store to a door in the back. This led to a store room and a door to the outside. It was unlocked it turned out and Danny realized this was probably how the man had gotten in.

“Alright, kiddo, time to leave.”

Trenchcoat opened the door and pushed at Danny’s back.

“No way!” Danny exclaimed digging his heels in.

“Yes way,” Trenchcoat mocked, “go home kid, I’m a professional.”



 There was no way Danny was leaving, not at this point. Ghosts were his area of expertise - or well, Danny couldn’t really claim to be an expert, but they were his responsibility at least! He had a unique skillset and no matter what Trenchcoat claimed, he did not look any sort of professional. He made his opinion of his claim known by giving the man his most dubious look.
 - 
John hated teenagers and this teenager in particular.

He didn’t know what it was about teenagers, but they were just merciless in their judgment in a way adults were probably usually too polite to be. In any case that little up and down there, with the slightly raised eyebrow made him feel like he’d worn a clown costume to an accounting job.

“Bloody Hell, will you just leave before I decide to feed you to the specter!”

The boy crossed his arms, standing his ground. “You can try.”

John dragged a hand down his face, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly.

“What are you even doing here?” “I’m here for the ghost.” Plain, even, said with not a smidge of hesitation. “You’re here for the-“ John cut himself off, hands opening and closing, inwardly cursing children and their stupid dares. “And what pray tell where ya gonna do when you found the ghost?”“I figured I’d try talking to them.”“You what?!” John spluttered. He’d expected him to say he hadn’t expected to find a ghost, there went his theory of this being a dare.

“There is no talking to that!” He pointed vaguely in the direction they’d lost the spectral storm. “Of all the sodden-“

“Them.”

John’s thoughts screeched to a halt. “What?” “Them. They are a them, not an it or a that.”

John opened and closed his mouth. Was he really getting a lecture on pronouns?

“It is a spectral storm. Whatever poor spirit it used to be, is not there anymore. There’s no mind there, it’s pure emotion out of control. There’s no way back from that.”

The boy scowled at him, clearly disagreeing. It didn’t matter. 
John pointed at the door.

“Leave.” “No.” They stared at each other neither giving an inch.

Urgh, this had to be why Batman was so grumpy all the time. John could not do this. He threw up his hands and turned around. He worked around things, not through them and here he was engaging in the folly of arguing with a bloody teenager.

“Suit yourself.”

Gods, he needed a smoke. He’d hardly finished the thought before he was pulling the package of smokes out of its pocket with practiced ease. He was lighting the smoke by the time he noticed the unimpressed look he was getting. Satisfied, he took a deep drag and slowly breathed out the smoke. The kid grimaced and John smirked.

“Those are gonna kill you.” “As opposed to the rest of my lifestyle?” He returned with a nod in the direction of the Storm that probably couldn’t kill him, but the kid didn’t know that. Satisfied at the way the kid’s nose scrunched, he walked back the way they came from.

“And what are you supposed to be?” Kid asked falling in step with him, and John just knew he was being annoying on purpose with that tone of voice. He was not gonna bite. He was an adult. He kept his gaze straight ahead as the kid started guessing.

“Excorcist? Ghostbusters wannabe?”

There was a pause, then a flash of a sly smirk John only caught because he’d stopped to look down the hallway.

“Ectologist?” The suggestion hit John like a metaphysical sledgehammer and he recoiled in disgust.

“Fuck. No.” He shuddered an extra time as if that would remove the oily feeling. “I’m an occult detective. You happy now? Shit kid, you don’t pull your punches do you?”

-

“So what’s the plan, Trenchcoat?”

“Trenchcoat,” John mouthed to himself before shaking his head. “The plan is you keep out of the way and I deal with the raging ghostie.”

“Yeah, no, you’re gonna do better than that. This is not my first time dealing with a ghost. But I don’t know what occult detectives do.”

John pondered the statement about this not being the first time he’d dealt with a ghost, and maybe there was something to the death magics he gave off after all. He groaned internally, why was he doing this?

“Standard practice, kid. Contain and banish.” He held up first one finger then two.

Danny rolled his eyes. It didn’t sound too different from his approach to ghosts, he caught them and sent them back to the ghost zone, but Mr Occult Detective didn’t exactly carry around a Fenton thermos.

“And how do you contain? No,” he offset the clearly sarcastic response. “I mean what are your requirements?”

Trenchcoat rolled his eyes, but humored him.

“I need a large enough open space and a small moment of preparation, then just gotta lure it in and do a binding spell.”

Danny narrowed his eyes and looked towards where he felt the raging storm of ghost energy. “Like the plaza.”

“Ideally yes.”

“So you need a distraction.” Danny started walking. A hand fell on his shoulder.

“Where do you think you’re going? If you’re so insistent to stay, you’re not leaving my sight.”

Danny shrugged off the hand and turned around.

“The plaza is the center of the their power. You need someone to lure them away.” Danny watched the emotions flash across the man’s face with a small bit of amusement. He really didn’t want Danny involved if he could help it. Finally the man’s face settled on exasperation.

“I will figure something out.”

Danny smiled, taking a step backwards.

“No, you will give me a ten minutes headstart to lure our ghost friend far enough away they won’t immediately notice your stench so close to the heart of their haunt.”

As if sensing his intentions Trenchcoat made another grab for him which he dodged. And then he ran. He was sure it was only the threat of the ghost that prevented the man from yelling after him.

He just hoped he’d listened, because Danny was about to go piss off an already raging spirit. Trenchcoat better be ready.

Fun times.

[elliespuns]

There's this deleted dialogue between Ellie and Dina (video) where all of our theories of how their friendship/relationship started are confirmed. I took the time to write down the whole thing before analyzing the hell out of it.

Dina, is pink. Ellie, is not.

I was asking, if I hadn't come on to you in Jackson, how would you have hit on me? Like I would have hit on you. You totally would've hit on me. How bad could it have gone? You might have rejected me and then what? I'd have to watch you fall for someone else. Okay, worst case, it would be a little awkward and we just move on. There's no way we just move on. Yes, you would have. What if you were grossed out? What if you didn't wanna be around me anymore? Such a pussy. Okay, who was the one that had this blinding urge to kiss me for 4 years and didn't do shit?

Tell me about when you first realized you were into me. Was it my swagger, my overwhelming beauty? I was into from the day we met. Go on. The day we met, you introduced yourself to me and Joel like you were the major or something. Because I thought you were cute. *blushing* shut up! I hate you. No, you don't. Yes, I do. No, you don't. I love you. I love you too.

Okay, so, as Ellie says, she was into Dina from the day they met. Which was when they came to Jackson with Joel. Ellie was still 14 (I guess more likely freshly 15 at the time, actually). Dina is probably like a year older, so she was 16. I mean, now I can't stop imagining 15-year-old Ellie meeting 16-year-old Dina and being all twitterpated by her. Just remember the cuteness when Ellie was shown to be in love with Riley. Imagine this when she's 15 and meets Dina. Just adorable.

Also, quoting Ellie "Okay, who was the one that had this blinding urge to kiss me for 4 years and didn't do shit?"

This means even Dina had a crush on Ellie in the early stages. 4 years ago, Ellie was 15, so that means she either started to like her right away or a little bit later on. The girls were into each other, just tiptoeing around one another not to do anything stupid or ruin their friendship.

This also gives us a pretty clear picture of how things were between Ellie and Cat. She was already in love with Dina at the time she was going out with her, and remembering how Dina always disliked the fact that Ellie was hanging out with Cat only proves that Dina was jealous all along. Her relationship with Jessee must have been something similar to what Ellie had with Cat, although I believe that Dina started dating Jesse a lot sooner and had already been good friends before that.

Ellie seems a little hesitant when it comes to relationships (this whole dialogue confirms it too), so maybe if it wasn't for Cat making first steps, Ellie would have never gotten into any relationship to begin with. It seems to me that she just wanted to explore and wanted to know what it was like, but she didn't really made herself believe that she loved her. She surely cared for her and liked her, but knowing she was in love with Dina at the time, it was probably even the reason why Cat broke up with her (I always thought it was her who ended it). She probably knew all along that Ellie had eyes for her best friend anyway.

I also appreciate how Ellie admits she was insecure about asking Dina out. "What if you were grossed out? What if you didn't wanna be around me anymore?", I love how deep this digs into Ellie's personality and how, even though she is a strong and independent girl, she still struggles with abandonment issues. Now she doesn't feel like this only towards Joel, but towards her best friend too. Like, she is lovely, nice, funny, and beautiful, but she still feels insecure. Help me with this girl, she deserves the world because she'd rather love her friend from afar than ending up without a friend. Under the layer of thick skin and a strong mind, this girl is so fucking sensitive and fragile it physically hurts me.

This gives the dance scene a whole lot of new meaning. It's probably the very first time Dina says to herself, 'Okay, now's the time. It's now or never.' and after all those years of resisting, she makes a move on Ellie, knowing the girl must feel it too. The girl is too quirky and shy to hide it anymore whenever she's around Dina.

And Ellie? She has been loving Dina for too long, probably trying to convince herself she wouldn't have a chance with Dina, thinking she's into guys, not girls, let alone her girl best friend. And there she is, suddenly grabbing Ellie's hand and leading her on the dance floor, wrapping HER ARMS around HER BODY. Ellie's arms around her body. What is happening? Is she just imagining it? Ellie's heart must have missed thousands of beats at this moment. I love how it's shown in her facial expression as Dina whispers in her ear. Ellie is so awestruck that she doesn't even realize all Dina wants to do is something she should've done 4 years ago.

[junipers-archive]

Wedding Day Worries

Word Count: 1.1k

Includes: Fluff, Wedding worthy fluff, (i'm so funny), your special day, the day you marry Spencer and have to console him on his nerves in a closet haha

Oh my god. It was your wedding day. It was the day you were getting married. This was the day you promised- no devoted yourself to the love of your life! This was the day you married Doctor Spencer Reid.

But what it also was, was eight in the morning.

Your alarm went off too-loud, you were burnt out, now realizing having Penelope plan your bachelorette party may not have been the wisest choice you've ever made. Or...one that you could remember at all for that matter.

You got up and bewildered and nervous from your bed. Today was the day. No more waiting, no more calling him your boyfriend, after today he'd be your husband.

You collected the trash that had been thrown around the room, picking up abandoned headpieces and the sash you assumed you'd worn that read 'Wife to be' on it.

Finally, once you'd taken a shower and gotten into easily changeable clothing you headed for the salon where Emily and Penelope had promised to meet you.

Once you got there you were wonderfully greeted with pancakes from your favorite restaurant in a little go-bag and coffee.

"Y/n!" Penelope said as soon as she set her eyes on you, followed of of course by Emily.

"How are you? Ready to be Mrs.Reid?"

You hugged them both following into your chosen salon, "I'm great!" and really you were, "And yes, to answer your question I am more than ready to be called Spencer's wife."

You got your hair a makeup done, after you ate your pancakes of course, and then headed for the church with the both of them.

When you finally got there it was half past nine and you had approximately thirty minutes to get ready before the guests started arriving.

Which quickly shortens as your fiancé pulls you into the closet nearby.

Emily and Penelope having already gone ahead don't notice you're gone for quite some time, enough time so that you can hear what he has to say.

But only after he's pulled you into a kiss so deep you think you die doing so.

"Spence what're you doing?" You pull back, happy but suspicious.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" The questions rhetorical of course as his hands squeeze around your waist and your noses nuzzel against one another's.

You smile softly at how lucky you are, "Reid. I need to go get ready." You try to slide out from his grasp but it only tightens.

"Five minutes." You now realize he hasn't opened his eyes.

"For what exactly?"

Now he turns around, relieving you from his warm and comfortorable hands, which you miss instantly.

"I-uh I'm nervous..." he speaks.

You lay your hands on his shoulders to comfort him and turn him to look at you, your initial thought was he was embarrassed.

But he informs you otherwise, "Don't. I can't look at you!"

"What?"

"It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding baby."

And so help you god, he sounds so sweet and confident when he says it you don't force him further, only sliding in a small remark.

"Yea you got any statistics to back up that theory Doctor?"

And though you can't see his face fully, you recognize the tilt of his head as he smiles. "Only my own superstition."

"So what's got you so nervous?"

"You know that day you came to the office and asked me if we were dating?"

You chuckle, "Yea- Yea I remember it distinctly."

"Well the only reason you knew how I felt about you was because Penelope told you..."

This confused you, "The same thing could be said about me.."

He nodded at that, "A-and then when I asked you to marry me it was only after I basically told you I was going to before hand.."

You giggled, "That was not your fault, I mean the ring fell out of your pocket Spence-"

"You're not listening, I just- do you really wanna marry me? I-I never seem to do things right and then when it comes for this big moments, hell its our wedding day and I'm freaking out so if you're having second thoughts or-"

You interrupt him now, turning him to face you, him eyes immediately close shut, and you opt for hugging him so he doesn't have to look at you.

"Spencer. Reid. You are the single most loving, adorable and smart person I could've ever hoped to marry. I am not having second thoughts. I knew the moment that ring fell out of your pocket that I was going to say yes."

He tries to interrupt but you hug him tighter to stop him.

"And yes you've made some mistakes, but those mistakes are what make you, you. Those little 'mistakes' are what makes loving you all the more interesting and easy."

"But I-"

"Spencer. I was in love with you two days after meeting you. Can you imagine that? It took two days for me to fall in love with you and never once have I regretted it. You were my roommate! I was looking for a roommate and I found the love of my life! How lucky am I?"

"I love you too Y/n." You can hear in voice that he's accepted that this it and there is no way to convince you otherwise that he's not your soulmate.

You kiss him once more before you leave the closet, but he asks you question that has you shaking your head at him.

"Those weren't your vows right? I didn't ruin that moment?"

"No. You didn't ruin anything. But please don't become the runaway groom Spence."

He laughs, "I wouldn't dream of it."

They weren't your vows of course, you have a far more light-hearted and sweet message that ultimately still stings the eyes of many when you get up on that altar.

His heart stops when he see's you as your heart melts at his reaction.

And everything is perfect, the melody of the music is just right, the air somehow sweeter, the weather perfect and when he tips down to meet your lips, as you are finally pronounced husband and wife you realize that all of it was perfect because he was perfect.

And as you grin at one another, happy to begin a new life together you also realize you would've married Spencer Reid anywhere, in the pouring rain, in dirty cold basement, in the desert.

You would have him as your husband anywhere.

Because he's yours just as much your his, till death do you part.

Requested by: @wordsarelife

[illmoraineakoi]

An Attempt to Predict AvA11, Using All The Sneak Peaks We’ve Been Given

So, given the fact that it’s the final 24 hours to the Episode drop, I really wanted to go deep into what I think might happen in the upcoming episode, as well as some potential theories.

To do this, I’ve gone back to the Newsletters first, to refresh myself on their contents.

Warning! VERY long post!

For those who don’t know, around the start of every month, Alan and his team send out email newsletters to those who register on his shop site. Within these newsletters have been Sneak Peaks, a lot of neat Behind-the Scenes stuff, and just generally really interesting information about the production of the episodes. I highly recommend signing up for them, they’re actually really cool!

But the most important part of them, for AvA11, has been the 3 Sneak Peaks sent out with the October, November, and December newsletters. Here they are:

October’s is the one I find the most interesting, and it’s strangely, the one I haven’t seen discussed nearly as much as the others.

October’s Sneak Peak is clearly showing one of two things: a new black stick figure, or (much more likely) victim in a reanimated/flashback scene from AvA1. The reason why it’s more likely to be Victim in a redone/flashback scene is because Victim was recolored gray to avoid confusion between him and TCO. Why would Alan then go an add a brand new black stick figure? [omg that sounds so accidentally racist I’m so sorry.]

Additionally, the focus of AvA11 will most likely be on Victim. The close-out of AvA10, of the Cursor burning, is the perfect leave off for a delve into the past. To show WHY Victim is burning the photo, why he hates the Animator so much, why he wants to find him. It’s a logical narrative flow.

Plus, the Episode is literally titled “Victim”.

And Victim’s backstory is going to be important. It’s going to be by far the most important backstory in AvA, ever. Purple’s, King’s, hell even Dark’s if he comes back, won’t ever even come close to Victim’s.

Because Victim was the first. He STARTED AvA, the series, which makes him so goddamn important to both the story but also to Alan himself. Alan brought back Victim for a reason, and I believe that he wants to give Victim the character arc and attention he deserves. For such an essential stick figure to the AvA series and to Alan’s own life, he’s been neglected for too long.

So I think a lot of time and effort has been put into AvA Season 3’s story, and Victim in particular. You can only ever bring Victim back into the story once, after all.

(Unless they kill him and go ‘sike!’ again, but, y’know, it just won’t hold as much weight. And people would probably be expecting it, like they’re still expecting Dark to pop out of his grave.)

Which brings me to my first theory, or more like my first hope: The Animator as a character is going to be important, and his past actions are going to matter.

It’s rather strange, but the Animator as a character has largely been pushed to the side for a long time now. He’s sort of just become the occasional cameo character or relegated to JUST being the Cursor.

But The Animator is very important to the entire AvA narrative, and his absence as a character is starting to feel strained.

His story is undeniably linked with Victim’s; I thoroughly believe that Victim’s arc cannot exist without him. And not just as the object of Victim’s ire and goals, not, I think there NEEDS to be an interaction, an altercation, between them. Victim’s current character is far too entangled with the Animator for anything else to be satisfying.

As well, The Animator hasn’t really ever truly taken accountability for his past actions. The most we’ve gotten is the nod between him and TCO, and the assistance he gave to TCO during the fight with Dark. That is it.

That’s not good enough. Not for Victim.

That’s not an admission of guilt or remorse. That’s not an apology.

And there is a LOT the Animator should be apologizing for. Or at least held responsible for. Nearly killing Victim. Imprisoning TCO. Trying to kill TCO, via Dark.

The Animator’s past actions are terrible to look at from the current standpoint of the series, no matter the intended viewing perceptive they were originally made for. And I thoroughly believe that Canon should address this. It’s important, both for putting the past behind all of the characters, but also to fully solidify just how the Animator has changed.

His spur-of-the-moment decision to make a deal with Orange instead of potentially deleting him no longer holds up his character as well as it used to. It is woefully weak, now. He needs more. He needs to be shown doing more.

Especially since Victim’s story is pretty much guaranteed to take a massive sledgehammer to the audience's opinion of the Animator. We the audience have almost always been on the Stick Figure’s sides, during those early episodes. The Animator was originally the antagonist. And Victim’s backstory might remind us of that and shake our faith in him.

This, too, is also a topic Alan has one shot to nail. The Animator’s potential true redemption/making amends is such a critical thing for the narrative. There’s a reason why the fandom has dabbled with the idea of the Animator being forced to deal with the consequences of his past for years now. It’s because it could make or break The Animator as a character. It’s probably one of the most important things Alan could ever touch upon in canon.

The Animator needs to show how much he’s changed, and he needs to show it to Victim specifically.

He needs to make right his original mistakes.

Enough about the Animator, lets get back to the Sneak Peak.

I believe this sneak peak is probably depicting this scene from a slightly different perspective:

Which is why I think that parts of AvA1 (or potentially another one of the Animator’s early animations that weren’t posted online, but since I believe it’s Victim specifically, I believe it’s AvA1) have been reanimated in a different perspective.

Victim’s perspective, to be specific. Showing it from his side, not the Animator’s like the original technically is.

Of note, Victim and the Cursor are the only two things shown in this Sneak Peak. I think that’s probably significant, for a variety of reasons, most of which I’ve already gone over above.

[As a side note, I think it’ll be so cool seeing the original style of AvA1 being ‘mimicked’ in the current AvA. I am a sucker for that kind of a call back.]

I’ve recently talked about this in another post, but I’d like to restate it here: Victim was probably fine when the Animator closed Flash, because his .EXE had been automatically saved in Flash’s directories upon his very creation. His .EXE is a separate application process that is not dependant on Flash to run.

This means there is nothing to suggest that Victim’s fight with the Animator ended when AvA1 did. It’s entirely possible that Victim continued the fight on the desktop after Flash closed, potentially till he found an alternative method of escape or the Animator had done something to ‘get rid’ of him.

Next up, November, and the one that made pretty much everyone loose their minds.

November’s newsletter was interesting, because it wasn’t just the Sneak Peak image included that got people hyped and speculating, it was something they added towards the end pf the letter:

1 Truth, 2 Lies Want to know what will happen in the next AVA? Well, I’ll tell you! The only trick is that I like lying >:) Only 1 of the following sentences is actually in the next AVA. It’s up to you guys to find out which one is the truth! 1- We learn about Purple’s origin 2- We see the Mercenaries interact for the first time 3- Victim builds a chicken coop

Most people already reading this are probably well aware of this 2 Lies and 1 Truth ‘game’, as well as the fact that the option “Victim builds a chicken coop” became the most popular one. There were a wide variety of posts going around in November about people’s thoughts on these options, debating which one was most likely the true option.

The general consensus I saw was that the Victim one was most likely, given the general belief AvA11 will focus on Victim and his backstory, but also because of the Sneak Peak image included: they seemed to match to hint at something – mainly that Victim might’ve spent some time on a farm or at least near one.

[Another popular counterpoint to this theory I saw was that this Sneak Peak image could just be a random background or transition shot from the episode with little greater significance that was included in the newsletter to obfuscate the truth. This is something I don’t actually put past Alan doing, especially since it seems he wrote the 2 Lies 1 Truth thing himself. Just something to keep in mind, I think.]

There are two possible places this image could be depicting: The Outernet (which has shown rural farmland-y areas in both the start of “Wanted” and around the area where King lives, so there’s precedence.) or, an option tying into the December Sneak Peak, an animation on Newgrounds.

Both are possible, as we’ve already seen different styled sticks with the Mercenaries, so the sticks in the background not being the ‘usual’ looking ones on the Outernet isn’t a deal-breaker.

I personally think that Farmer Vic will be likely, from both the Sneak Peak and the game option, but also because of Victim’s clear skill with the lasso in “The Box”. I think this might have been some really clever foreshadowing that was also a callback to AvA1. Victim was quite good with the lasso to begin with, but he’s much better in “The Box” (lassoing Chosen while he’s trying to fly away is, admittedly, impressive.) so I think he could have honed those skills on a farm during his absence from the limelight. I’m hoping, anyway, it’d be so cool if there was a scene where he’s being taught how to use a lasso more effectively.

The most popular theory I’ve seen (and may have have accidentally contributed to) is the idea that Victim lived on a farm after somehow escaping the PC until TCO and TDL destroy his life in their terrorist rampages.

I’m gonna be honest: I don’t want this to be the case.

I think it’s a bit too much of a cop-out, to pin the blame for Victim’s villain trigger on TCO and TDL. It’s too easy and lazy. And it would also muddy the viewer's perception of TCO, in particular, which kinda doesn’t fit with the vibe season 3 has been going for for TCO. TCO has thus far been painted quiet sympathetically in season 3, very much a victim of Victim. Furthermore, adding a negative backstory point with TCO and TDL would distract away from Victim’s main complicit with the Animator. Having Victim be laser-focused on hating and wanting revenge on his Creator is a good character motivation. Suddenly adding two extra characters that he might hate and have a grudge against? It makes it feel sloppy.

(The only way I could kinda see it working is if Victim doesn’t realize it was Chosen and TCO. Even then, I doubt Victim wouldn’t eventually figure it out.)

There is also too much of a parallel, between Victim and TCO and Victim and the Animator with this idea. TCO and the Animator’s positions would be far too similar: person who did terrible things in the past having those actions come back to bite him in the ass.

(There’s also the debate on weather or not TCO’s shitty actions need to be delved into more or him being held responsible for them. This comes down to what potential things TCO has done that we’ve not seen yet; we haven’t seen TCO actually hurting any stick figures, unlike Dark. As it stands, his past actions currently don’t look “that bad” in comparison. And even if he should be held responsible...does it need to happen in Victim’s arc???)

I, personally, don’t like this theory. It feels like we’ve just defaulted to TCO and TDL causing bad evil shit because they’re literally the only ‘bad’ characters we’ve had in AvA thus far.

This being said, the theory does make sense, especially with Victim’s previous behavior towards TCO in “The Box”.

Victim is a very vengeful stick. He holds grudges. He’s terrifyingly dedicated to hunting down those who’ve hurt him.

I originally though that Victim didn’t seem to care about who TCO is in “The Box”, he just careed that TCO is more powerful than him and has information about the Animator. But upon reconsideration, Victim’s behavior in the Box feels VERY vengeful. It feels like Victim is only beating the crap out of TCO to make a point. To prove he can, to make himself feel superior and powerful, to prove he’s better. It’s to force TCO to submit. To hurt him, for no other reason.

Victim could have used the Memory Scanner at any point. He could have started with it.

He chose not to. He WANTED that fight. He STARTED the fight, and forced TCO to participate, and then pushed him until TCO was desperate enough to start fighting to kill.

This was a very calculated effort to back TCO into a corner he couldn’t get out of. To make TCO the victim.

It feels like Victim has something out for TCO, a personal vendetta. It’s so aggressive.

(On the flip side, Victim gives literally zero attention to Dark getting murdered in the memory, which, if he had a vendetta against him too, you’d think there’d be a reaction? Instead, Victim only seems pissed at Orange because Victim himself is the only Alan-created stick to not have powers. Perhaps that discovery overpowered his reaction to Dark?)

It begs the question why Victim seems to hate TCO so much.

Not much more to say about this Sneak Peak (for now) so onto December.

This is the one that stumped me, because I personally didn’t recognize this at all. However, this is Newgrounds.

This really bumped the ‘Victim was somehow involved/affected by TCO and TDL’s attack on Newgrounds’ theory in popularity. That’s the only time we’ve seen Newgrounds in canon thus far.

But Newgrounds has likely been important to the Animator in the same way it was for Alan irl. After all, the Animator’s username “Noogai” comes directly from Alan’s own Newgrounds account (which is still there btw. Inactive, but still there.)

And Newgrounds is probably also significant, because AvA1 was posted there. Not only that, but that was the FIRST place it was posted online.

I think there might be a connection to the Animator being active on Newgrounds at this point in the timeline, rather than a nod towards TCO and TDL’s attack. I think it might be possible that Newgrounds could be how Victim gets off the computer.

It’s at this point that I feel like the question of how stick figure life works becomes a little important. TCO and TDL’s attack on StickPage show stick figures fleeing their respective games and animations. This implies that they can leave, and that their original ‘home’ games and animations are their own little digital pocket dimensions. This is even the case with RGBY and their home website; their home is shown to be much bigger with rooms the user of a computer would never see from their perspective. It’s also clearly a safe place for them to store items, because in Green’s tour video, we see a bunch of their stuff there.

So each stick figure game and animation is kind of like it’s own little world. Or, potentially, all digital things are, not just stick figure stuff.

As shown numerous times with RGBY, external stick figures can also enter these little worlds.

Which implies that every single thing on the Sneak Peak image is it’s own space that could be entered from the outside.

Of the things show in the Sneak Peak, two have been identified as not actually existing on Newgrounds, (Apparently. I don’t have the energy to verify this.) “Shepard” and “Mitsi”.

Well, it seems we have one more thing to add to the ‘farming’ theme.

I think this makes it much more likely that November’s Sneak Peak is depicting an animation world, rather than a place on the Outernet, specifically “Shepard”’s world, though “Mitsi”’s isn’t out of the question. There must be a story reason these two things were added to the list.

And Mitsi, at least, is going to be significant, because of this:

The new plushie set, the mystery one of which clearly being Mitsi. There is no reason why she’d get a plush alongside two of the most popular characters of the series if she wasn’t inordinately important. I think she’ll probably have a connection to Victim, again because the episode is probably going to be a Victim-centric, but also because I think there’s a secret theme to this plushie drop: best friends. Dark and Chosen were friends before Dark fucked that up, so it’s possible Mitsi’s will be Victim’s.

[As an aside, for those of you worried about (or even expecting) her to be a love interest: I’m very skeptical because Alan has explicitly stated he doesn’t want to include that in the series. It’s in his 7 million subs Q&A livestream, which is still on his channel under the livestreams tab. It’s 5 years old at this point, so it’s not impossible that he could have changed his mind, but I really don’t think he has. Whatever relationship or interaction between the two will probably be platonic.]

Finally, the last Sneak Peak image: the community announcement on Alan’s channel:

This one is really interesting, but it’s also a little confusing, because it shakes up everything else.

The other Sneak Peak images have seemed like they’ve been hinting towards Victim’s past, but this one is clearly happening in the current present of Season 3, because Victim’s in his facility. This might suggest that this episode might be like “The King”, and split between Victim’s backstory and continuing the events of Season 3.

The most interesting part of this image is the green sparkles, which are almost the exact same color as Orange’s power sparkles. The scene also looks VERY similar to when RGBY were revived in “Showdown”.

But we’ve not seen this scene before, so how is Orange connected to it? Is he even connected? Are those his powers, or someone else’s?

I wonder if it’s possible that, when Orange did whatever he did to revive his friends, he might’ve revived OTHER sticks on accident too. He wasn’t exactly in his right mind or in control of himself, really, so perhaps his riving had been more widespread than he might’ve intended.

(or perhaps it was limited to the sticks TDL might’ve killed…)

[Side note: Dark’s not getting brought back tomorrow. It’s just not happening, guys. Probably not until Season 4, if at all. We’ve already got so much other stuff going on right now to be bringing in Dark’s resurrection too.]

I’m personally very confused about the blue and pink floor. Is that some sort of device? Or just a fancy floor? A portal of some sort? Is there a connection between it and Orange’s powers?

Are they somehow testing Orange’s powers? Or manipulating them for their own use?

I thought the arm in the scene might’ve been Victim’s, implying it was Victim’s own memory, but I’m not sure anymore. It’s possible it could be TCO’s, since they could have gone searching through his memories even more, but I don’t think that’s the case. I think TCO’s served his ‘use’ already, and Victim’s turned his attention towards Yellow. It could also be a random stick who’s memory they have.

(A particularly crack-y theory I have is that that isn’t Orange’s powers, but Mitsi’s. This could be Victim’s memories of Mitsi using her powers. The only real reason why I think this is that the floor looks like a dance floor and Mitsi’s animation description is a dance test.)

This image is just so mysterious, it’s hard to try to find a place to put it or try to figure out what it’s supposed to be showing.

And those are all the Sneak Peaks!

Currently, there are several important holes that AvA11 would need to patch up in Victim’s backstory: how he survived, how he got off the Computer and into the Outernet, what happened to trigger his villain arc.

(And also personally where the hell did the rocket logo come from; I need that answered too.)

(The last of those I feel is probably the most important, though they’re all very important to Victim. But giving reasons for why the antagonist characters are doing what they’re doing is a lesson that Alan and his team learned from Dark. Dark did not have a definitively stated reason or motive for his actions, and it left his character feeling incomplete and confusing to the viewer. Come King Orange, they’ve learned to put more attention and focus on this aspect, and they did so amazingly with him. The same will likely be done with Victim, as it should, because it’s very important to him in particular. )

At this point, I think I’ve got a fairly decent way of putting these pieces together, so allow me to propose my AvA11 theory:

We might see the events of AvA1 again, from Victim's perspective. Hence, October’s Sneak Peak image.

The fight might continue past when Flash is closed, on the desktop.

Something might potentially happen that causes Victim to feel the need to flee, to escape, instead of trying to continue the fight against the Cursor (as Victim doesn't seem the type to give up that fight unless he absolutely HAD to, to potentially save his own life. He never faltered or showed any signs of fear or inclination to stop at all in AvA1. He was laser-focused on beating the Cursor. There has to be an external reason to force him to stop.)

Victim might escape onto Newgrounds, which the Animator might have had open in a web browser because he’s a frequent user of the site, fleeing from the computer onto the internet. On Newgrounds, he (maybe accidentally?) tumbles into one of the animations, probably "Shepard", where he's found by the denizens of that animation. Perhaps he chooses to stay, to hide from the Animator, or maybe he doesn't know how to leave.

Hence, November's.

I think he chooses to stay. And I think, if he can leave that animation, he might hop between the animations on Newgrounds too. Perhaps making friends with other animated beings. Including Mitsi, who probably becomes his best friend.

Alternatively, he might fall into Mitsi's animation first, and be found by her. He might also potentially be taken care of by her, allowing for the possibility that she's a more maternal figure to him in this version.

(Though Mitsi gives off pretty young vibes so I think the best friend angle would be more plausible.)

There will probably be scenes of Victim’s life, which is probably where we’ll see him build the chicken coop, as well as build his friendship with Mitsi. Establishing and building her character, y’know.

And then, Chosen and Dark's attack on Newgrounds.

If Victim stays on Newgrounds long enough, it's inevitable that he'd be caught up in the attack, and Bad Shit is gonna happen to him. Namely, Mitsi's probably dying. Because we gotta have a death to make his backstory Tragic. She'll probably die in a way where he'll witness it, or even in his arms, in a way he's helpless to prevent.

(This is the part I'm hoping I'm wrong about the most, because honestly it'll just feel bland and generic, especially after King's story. I want the episode to make me FEEL something for Mitsi, and this ain't gonna be it because it feels too obvious that she's gonna die.)

Minirant aside: Victim becomes displaced from Newgrounds by the portals/tunnels TCO and TDL use to access websites, either by accidentally tumbling into one, getting thrown into one, or deliberately following after TCO and TDL as they leave.

This brings him to the Outernet, where his new loss and grief turns to boiling anger, and his quest for vengeance finally starts in earnest.

But, we have a problem: what makes Victim angry at Alan?

Why, after so long on his own, would Victim turn his aggression on him? It doesn't make sense for Victim to pursue vengeance just based on the events of AvA1, not after so much time, and certainly not after TCO and TDL fucked his life over.

The idea that Victim gets angry at Alan for Chosen and Dark’s reign of destruction doesn't make sense either.

Again, he’s vengeful. He’d target THEM, not Alan. But he didn’t, not until “Wanted”, which is YEARS after the attack on Newgrounds. Even if we be conservative and say the Newgrounds attack happened a year before “Showdown”, it’s still been six years in between then and “Wanted”.

But the two of them didn't seem to matter that much to him. Not like Alan.

So why? Why is Victim targeting Alan?

Alan must have done something else to piss Victim off. Something that Victim KNOWS is Alan's fault, specifically, that’s pushed Victim over the edge and motivated him to come after him.

But if the Animator hasn’t had any contact with Victim since Victim escaped, what could he have possibly done?

It just doesn’t make sense.

[As a side note, I did have a theory that perhaps the Animator might do something to Mitsi that might enraged Victim, but again, the lack of contact after Victim escaped. The theory was that Mitsi would convince Victim to give the Animator a second chance, to return to try to make peace, and things go terribly bc it's before Alan's change. A tragic idea, but one that doesn't make any sense.]

This is where my ability to try to put the tiny pieces we've been given together breaks down.

As for what happens to continue the present day events, I think Victim’s attention might have turned towards Orange’s powers, though in what way I’m not sure. Orange’s powers seem to be hinted to be an important thing, by that last community sneak peak image.

Victim hadn’t seen Chosen’s memory of RGBY being revived for him to know that's one of Orange's abilities, but maybe they discover that another way, perhaps through another stick’s memory. Maybe it’s enough for Victim to make the connection between the two, and realize that Orange could revive sticks.

Maybe that’s why he seems interested in Orange’s powers; maybe he thinks Orange could revive Mitsi...

There might also be Yellow being forced to summon the Cursor. Which hopefully won’t include any torture [Yellow’s getting tortured enough in the AvG thumbnails.]

There’s also a question that’s been left unanswered at the end of “The Box”: Were Red, Green, and Blue captured too?

The workers look to be walking away from them. If not, what could they potentially do? Their efforts at infiltration have already been thwarted once. If so, how would they fit into things?

I honestly have no idea. And I’m running out of steam, so I’ll just end this here.

We’ll see what happens tomorrow. Regardless of what’s revealed, it’s guaranteed to be amazing.

See you all at the premiere!

[allmightskitten]

Ao3 is down??!!! Well, sounds as good a time as any to post another instalment from the abandoned WIP graveyard!

🦩🐊❤️‍🔥

Abandoned WIP Graveyard:

do you think you'd like to buy me diamonds?

- a modern doflamingo/crocodile/corazon fic

- abandoned possibly temporarily, something to return to in the future if there's time

- was going to be E rated and nasty, but the preview I have for you today hasn't gotten there yet lol

- dofcora, dofuwani, both those things together AND corawani 🫣 also the crocodad theory is a thing here because of course it is ☝️

Extract below the cut:

It meant one of two things if he wasn't responding to their shared code of knocking thrice slowly, and thrice more in quick succession: one, he was neck deep in work, hunched over pages and pages of scattered drawings that had built up over the course of half a day, and hundreds of scrunched-up sheets in the bin, on the bed and floor, everywhere– or, two: he was pouring over images and information that he really shouldn't have.

Doflamingo was holed up in his room again, and Rosinante knew from prior experience that that was never a good sign.

Images and information that, Rosinante was quite sure, would be classified by most as 'creepy' to own or at the very least 'illegal'.

He tried the knock again. There wasn't anything terribly important to bother his brother about, but he needed to know as early as possible if Doffy would be free to drive him to Law's school play later this evening. He had got his own license suspended a few days back for reckless driving, which in his defense was more so bad driving than recklessness as his general clumsiness unfortunately translated to that aspect of his life as well.

"Come in," Doffy's voice came muffled through the door, unexpressive and distracted. Rosinante braced himself and let himself inside.

Yeah...

This was what he was afraid of.

The bedroom he set foot into was like a folder of evidence needed for a restraining order. Blown-up photos of him– 'Crocodile', the 40-something-year-old casino owner Doflamingo had become fixated on– lined the walls, stuck to them carelessly with kraft tape. Splayed out on the bed in front of Doffy were printed news articles and magazine clippings, every one about the same subject. Piled on the foot of the bed were an assortment of various items including brand new cigars, ties, bottles of wine and flowers.

Rosinante cleared his throat pointedly, drawing a pair of pale crimson eyes in his direction.

"I thought we agreed that stalking that man is dangerous." Crocodile had ties to the underworld too, ties that were very much not in line with their own. "It would be a lot less dangerous if you just visited his casino and started speaking to him organically."

Doffy slowly set down the magazine clippings he was stuffing into a transparent folder. He observed Rosinante for a moment, like he was reading his body language and all his tells he wasn't aware of himself, before a sudden snort-laugh escaped him loudly.

"Aw, don't tell me you're jealous, baby brother!"

Rosinante's cheeks felt hot.

"I'm not jealous," he sputtered, like the very notion was ridiculous. 

"It's okay," Doflamingo said placatingly, knowingly, sugary-sweet. He made space on the bed beside him and patted the sheets. "I've been neglecting you lately, haven't I? Let me make things right."

Rosi bit his lip. There was nothing remotely right about what Doffy was offering to do, and all the other things they had started to get up to in recent times– things one certainly shouldn't be doing with one's own family member, nevermind one as close as a sibling– but he knew Doflamingo felt no guilt and remained completely unapologetic for it.

Why the hell not? he'd whispered in Rosinante's ear a fortnight ago, when he had grown stiff in Doffy's arms, chilling realization hitting him like a freight train after evading him the entire time Doffy had been kissing him, jerking him off until he came. We're closer to each other than anyone. What does a little more closeness matter?

Oh, but Doflamingo's touch was addictive. His attention doubly so.

His body moved on its own to take the space Doffy had cleared for him. Short, cropped blonde hair was immediately in his lap as Doflamingo stretched his long legs out on the other side of the bed, grinning devilishly up at him as he slid his fingers into his big brother's hair.

It probably had something to do with their messy upbringing. Their years of separation before they found their way back to each other. The way Doflamingo spoiled him rotten with all the wealth he'd built up in the time he'd been gone, in stark contrast to the impoverished lifestyle Rosinante led until then.

Doflamingo really had no qualms about anything, and nothing was a step too far in his book, but Rosinante wasn't like that. He had principles and morals and knew right from wrong, usually.

Doflamingo brought out the worst in him.

Rosi cleared his throat, not wanting to go down that avenue right now. For his own sanity he'd have to avoid Doffy for another fortnight if today's interaction ended like last time.

"I need you to drive me somewhere tonight. Law has a role in the school play."

Doffy snorted, his expression immediately souring.

"What, is he a tree? Or perhaps the backstage help who moves the set pieces?"

Rosinante swatted him on the head for that, indignant at the implication.

"He has a speaking role, asshole!"

"Oh, does he now? So they managed to pull him away from his books enough to get him to audition?"

Rosi dug his massaging fingers into Doffy's scalp a little aggressively. "Stop being such an ass. He's eight, you can't keep having beef with an eight year old."

"He always starts it!" Doffy protested childishly. "I have never, ever started the fight."

"Right, like I'm gonna believe that."

"I swear!"

"Because your word is so honest." Rosinante rolled his eyes, but he relaxed his fingers, and Doffy immediately melted into his touch. "So? Can you drive me there tonight? You don't have to stick around and watch it."

"Mm, I was thinking about your advice, actually." Doffy reached up to touch his cheek. "About interacting normally with Crocodile, at his casino. I was thinking of doing that tonight."

Rosi squeezed his hand. "Dof, I'm glad to hear that. I really am, but I don't want to miss Law's play." Law hated Doflamingo. And the kid was very perceptive, scarily so– the last time Rosinante had missed the chance to be there for him because of Doflamingo, he'd automatically known who to blame. Rosinante wasn't keen on disappointing his kid either. Law had no one but him. 

Doffy narrowed his eyes at him, studying the expression on his face, the quiet plea to allow him this. It was unhealthy, it was wrong, just how much control Doflamingo had over his life, but he could be reasoned with if it was coming from Rosinante...

"Fine," Doflamingo said finally. "I'll drive you to the play. But I'm only dropping you off. I can't leave the casino early to pick you up after."

That was fine. He could take a taxi. The Donquixotes weren't supposed to be taking civilian taxis, that was dangerous and Doflamingo didn't allow him especially, but he didn't have to know that. "I can get a lift from one of the parents."

"And have you vetted these people?"

Rosi sighed. There was that paranoia again– though more than being paranoid it was probably being controlling.

"Yes, Doffy, I have. Having a kid in Law's class whom he recognizes is quite a difficult cover for one of your enemies to fake, you know."

"You never know," Doffy said darkly, seriously, but he seemed placated with the answer. "You don't have to go that far, anyway. I'll send one of my men to pick you up. Bellamy's schedule should be free today."

Rosi nodded, grateful and disappointed at the same time. He wasn't a huge fan of the life his brother lived and actively benefiting from it didn't always sit right with him. It wasn't like Doflamingo's underworld business that made him filthy rich was without victims.

Doflamingo patted his cheek, bringing him out of his thoughts.

"Not even a thank you, Rosi? Come here and show me."

Rosinante tried to pretend he was only placating Doflamingo when he leaned down to kiss him on the lips.

[waterfallofspace]

I’ve been missing s/oukoku content lately so anything and everything you feel like writing for them is more than welcome! But maybe🌻🌺 for d/azai?

I've been missing them too! Hopefully this can help satiate that desire a little!~ <3 thank you for the request!

🌺 pollen 🌻taken by surprise from ~This Ask List~

Word Count: 1.8k Characters: D/azai, C/huuya, mentions of others

(cw: swearing)

“You’ve gotta be fucking with me.” 

Dazai offers a smirk, bending his head back to meet Chuuya’s eyes from his perch on the couch. The ADA offices have been empty all morning, everyone out on their various cases. Dazai himself was supposed to join Atsushi, but the case had taken a police oriented twist, so Ranpo decided he wanted in. And of course, what Ranpo wants… 

It’s not like he’s complaining. Getting to lounge around the office all day instead of venturing out into the world? Seems like winning. Especially when it means he gets the chance to annoy the hell out of the poor, unsuspecting, Mafia agent sent to the office. And this day only gets better. This time it’s Chuuya. 

“I assure you,” Dazai says, whipping himself around to a more proper seating position. “There is no ‘fucking’ going on. At least, not yet.” 

The last line is flavoured with a smile, one Chuuya lets out an immediate groan upon hearing, hand resting on his forehead. The other hand is more occupied with- hiding behind his back? Well, this is certainly intriguing. 

“And what brings you to our lovely little office on this fine day?” Dazai starts, leaning to the side to catch a peek- 

But Chuuya sees it coming, and slides his body to the left to avoid the gaze. “Orders, what else?” 

“I guess then the question becomes, what brings your boss to require you at our office?” 

There’s a beat. It’s just a quick pause, almost nothing to anyone else, but Dazai can read it as plainly as a word on paper. Chuuya is lying. 

“He wanted to check in on something.” 

“And what would that be?” Dazai almost purrs, feigning innocence as he inches himself off the couch and closer to Chuuya. 

“None of your business,” Comes the reply, Chuuya stepping back noticeably. Though, Dazai observes, seemingly without conscious thought. He’s merely reacting to the movement. There’s something he wants hidden, and Dazai moving closer is subconsciously threatening that. Today certainly has gotten interesting. 

“Really? Hold on, something’s bothering me. The Armed Detective Agency, the Port Mafia, Chuuya, an employee of the Port Mafia, me, of the Armed Detective Agency…” Dazai pauses, tilting his head with a performative gesture, “that almost seems like exactly my business!” 

Chuuya seems to roll his eyes, but Dazai catches them drifting towards the door. Planning his exit. So soon? Well that’s no fun at all, we can’t let that slide.

With one quick gesture, Dazai bounds forward, pinning– 

No one. 

Chuuya managed to leap out of the way, hat slightly askew as he glares Dazai down from across the room.

“What the hell was that?!” 

Dazai just smiles, leaning against the wall. “Well well well, you move fast for your size, Chuuu-ya!” 

The red of Chuuya’s hair is quickly starting to match his face, though he’d be quick to correct you that it’s anger, not embarrassment. And yet, Dazai’s attention is focused elsewhere. Something’s starting to bloom, something deep within his sinuses. That nagging feeling that you’re about to sneeze, and the looming threat that it won’t stop. 

Shrugging it off with a simple sniffle, Dazai returns his focus to Chuuya. Still… the itch intrigues him, as much as annoys. There shouldn’t be any reason for it, and the unknown cause is as much a cure for boredom as irritating Chuuya. Then again… 

As he sniffles again, rubbing his nose carelessly, Dazai can’t help but notice Chuuya flinches. It’s barely there, blink and you’d miss it, but Dazai knows him well enough to clock it. Guilt? This day only gets better and better!

Deciding to act on his theory, Dazai brushes against the bridge of his nose, gleeful as the appendage trembles in response. Letting the hitch in his breath fall through his words, Dazai turns towards Chuuya with a “So thihhs business?” 

“Wh- what?” 

“The super secret business that I just can’t know about? That Mori sent you here for?” Dazai continues, hiding a smile as Chuuya groans inwardly. 

“Are we still on this? What part of none of your fucking business do you not understand?” With a growl, Chuuya points his last comment mostly towards the floor, “I thought you were supposed to be the smart one.” 

“Awhhh, Chuu-yaa!” Dazai coos, sincerity dripping from every false smile coating his words, “How sweet of you to say!” 

“I was being sarcastic asshole,” Chuuya replies, in that beautifully frustrated tone. Music to Dazai’s ears. 

Ignoring the comment completely, Dazai focuses his attention on his nose once more, playfully rubbing it, pausing for a desperate, “hih’yeAShhoo! –eh’ASHhoo!” 

Chuuya jumps slightly, leaving Dazai grinning. With a sniffle that leaves even him wincing, Dazai hitches, and hitches, and… 

“heEHH!- Whew, sorry about that! Thought I was gonna sneeze again. Something’s really setting me off it seems.” 

There were many replies Dazai expected. Perhaps a groan, a glare, some cursing, even a muttered blessing if Chuuya was feeling generous. What he wasn’t expecting was to feel something soft touch his face, met by the most genuine, desperate itch he’d felt in months. 

He barely manages to stammer out a few broken syllables, catching a glimpse of Chuuya’s smug face through his rapidly watering eyes. The last thing he picked up before his eyes snapped shut was the stunning bouquet resting in Chuuya’s gloved hand mere inches from his face. 

“hH’yEAShhoo! ASHH’oo!” These, like his earlier ones, were performative, meant to startle. But after the first set, his breath caught desperately. The tickle was overwhelming, and he found himself doubled over, flowers pushed aside as his natural ones slipped out on top of each other with a vicious breathy itch. 

“hihh– eh’kNShhiew! tschhiew! Oh god I hhahhh- have… haveto- eh’kNGtiew! heh’ETCH’chew! Can’t stohh.. eshh’iew! ekt’chew!”  

In the gaps between sets, Dazai catches a look at Chuuya’s face. As expected, there’s a proud smile, a self-satisfied glare, and… a hint of concern. That’s what he was looking for. 

Mustering up all his self control, Dazai manages to stall the onslaught, nose twitching violently. Pressing a knuckle against his flaring nostrils, he manages to choke out a few sentences, part one of the manipulation. 

“It looks like Chuuu- Chuuya’s got a few tricks up his sleeve too! But uhhhh,” Dazai pauses, letting his gaze drift for a second. A single tear rolls down his cheek, born from the need to sneeze that was starting to overpower every last one of his senses. “Did, did you plan on it– on it… hihhh… on it working thihhhs… this well?” 

“I- I didn’t think–” Chuuya starts, the concern in his tone far from hidden. Perfect. 

With step one complete, Dazai lets the tide break through, vaguely aiming himself towards the floor as he lets the attack burst out uncovered. Just a little bonus to get on Chuuya’s nerves. 

“aH’TCHhew! eh’kNGtshhew! et’chew! etshhew! hiHHh– hH’ASHHoo! Oh, that one- yEASHH’oo! ‘Sc-use me!” Dazai stutters through the fit, meeting Chuuya’s eyes, “Those reahh… really tihhhckled– ekt’chhiew! tsshhiew! eh’tSChhew! hh’tSCHh’ieew!” 

Finally he gets a moment of relief, not needing to exaggerate at all as he leans against the wall, panting for a moment. On purpose or not, attacks like that really take a lot out of him. 

“Whew, that was intense,” Dazai says, meeting Chuuya’s gaze. The tears, while entirely from allergic irritation, were sure to help his cause.

“Oh shut up, I know you did that on purpose,” Chuuya retorts. There’s hesitance in his tone. He doesn’t know, now does he? He just thinks he knows. Step two. 

“Heyy-” Dazai whines, rubbing his knuckles against his nose, accompanied by a pathetic sniffle. “Chuuya’s the one who just suffocated me in an allergen! How is this possibly my fault?” 

Chuuya opens his mouth to respond, no doubt with some curses and a not-fully-thought-out retort, but Dazai– or, more specifically, Dazai’s nose– doesn’t give him the chance. 

“eh’kNchhew! etSHhiew!” 

“Bless you,” Chuuya replies, the blessing seeming to slip out without though, at least based on the glare he points at Dazai as he rushes to cover it with an insult. “You’re so gross, can’t you at least cover your fucking mouth?” 

Time for step three. With another deep sniff, Dazai lets his gaze settle longingly on the tissue box sitting on Kunikida’s desk. 

“I would, but the tissues are all the way over there, and-” With a dramatic flourish, Dazai lounges himself onto the couch. “I’m suffering! I can’t be expected to walk all the wahh… hihh’eshHhew! ehtchhew! All the way over there.” 

Chuuya’s glare could cut through walls, fists clenching at his side. It’s a 50/50 on whether he hits something, or… 

With a deep sigh, Chuuya slides across the room, setting the bouquet down on a desk as he goes. Once he reaches Kunikida’s, Dazai calls out, “Thank you Ch-uuya! Now if you’d just bring the-” 

He’s cut off by the box hitting him in the face with a dull thud.

“There, now blow your fucking nose, you sound disgusting.” 

Dazai obliges, grinning from behind the tissues as the noise makes Chuuya shudder. A few loose sneezes break through as air begins to flow through his nose again, “eshh’chew! ekt’iew!” the whole ordeal ended with a sigh. 

“You know,” Dazai says with a smirk, “after all the misery Chuuya’s ‘business’ has caused me, I think I deserve to know what it was.” 

“It’s private you moron!” Chuuya yells, but his anger is quickly cut off by another rapid double from Dazai, one perhaps a bit helped along by the soft touch of a tissue against his trembling nose. “hIEShh’oo! ekTSchhew!” 

Chuuya pauses for a second, eyes darting as he seems to be locked in an inner debate. Finally with a resigned sigh, he pinches the bridge of his nose with his hand. “I was doing a favour for the kid, alright?” 

Mission successful. Dazai sits up, interest piqued. “Atsushi?” 

“No, the other one. The farm boy.” 

“Kenji?” Dazai asks, a smile starting to work its way over his cheeks. “Was the mighty Port Mafia Executive Chuuya bringing Kenji flowers?” 

Chuuya points a glare at the wall, muttering out, “He was helping me with my garden, and wanted to see the results of what I grew, alright?!” 

Before Dazai can get a word out, Chuuya moves towards the door, picking up the bouquet and shoving it into Dazai’s chest. Dazai barely has a second to react before his nose catches onto the pollen that it deems far too close. 

“hH’ESCHhiew! Ch- Chuuya I– ehKT’chew! eiEShhhew! kEShhew!”

“Just make sure the kid gets them all in one piece, alright?” Chuuya says, grimacing as Dazai abandons the bouquet on the couch beside him and dives for the tissues. “And preferably not coated in bodily fluids.” 

Dazai has a clever retort about ‘fluids’ and where they could end up, but Chuuya doesn’t give him a chance, heading out of the office with a final muttered blessing. 

Blowing his nose again, Dazai stands, taking the bouquet and delicately placing it on Kenji’s desk. 

“He’ll love them,” Dazai murmurs to himself, smiling softly.

[undying-love]

Hi, I'm a fan of you, your posts here and how and what you write about McLennon. I'd like to know when you became a fan of the Beatles and how did you end up here. How and when did you become a shipper/truther. I am too, sh't I'm deep in. And ofcourse it'd be interesting to know your views on this messed up ship. I especially like that you, like me, see that it wasn't one sided. I'm totally crazy about them, The Beatles, solo/post Beatle and Well, I truly love all four of them, but because I'm really a Ringo fan girl, I adore him to this day, he's so handsome still and lovely, in his very Ringo way I understand why they ll got along with him so well but that's why I haven't noticed this I think, but now I'm obsessed and I can't unsee it even if I try. I'm still quite bit shy about it so that's why I write anonymously If you don't wanna answer I understand and it's ok. I'm still a fan!

Hello there <3! Thanks for your question! I actually became a Beatles fan back in 2022. After I got into their music, I also became obsessed with their history and began researching a lot about how the band started, how they developed, and how they ended. But the thing was that I never really understood their whole breaukup thing. I always felt like there had to be more to their story than they were telling us. I saw an interview where they asked Paul about this, and he replied, "We had to find women, which we all sort of did." And I was like, What the hell is he talking about? (He also seemed a bit uneasy when answering the question). Then I read that John got married a week after Paul did, and I found that very odd. Then I watched Get Back, and their chemistry onscreen was shocking. The way they would look at each other, the inside jokes, the flirting, and the, "it's like you and me are lovers" bit all made me think that there must have been something going on between these two. Then I read some excerpts from Philip Norman's book, John Lennon: The Life, which confirmed that John was indeed attracted to Paul, although it said that Paul did not reciprocate his feelings (he was supposedly an "inmmobable heterosexual"). So I thought that maybe the problem was that John wanted to have more than a friendship with Paul and that Paul rejected him. I held this view for quite some time, until I started reading a lot about Paul. The way he talks about John—as well as the way he always brings up him out of nowhere in interviews—made me realize that it's extremely unlikely that Paul didn't also have romantic feelings for John. I recently made a compilation of insane things Paul has said about John, and there is no way someone would say all of this unless they are in love. Besides, it's been more than 40 years since John's death, and Paul admitted that he still hasn't gotten over it. If this was a mere friendship, I don't think he would have been that emotionally attached to John throughout all these years. Also, if John had been in love with Paul all along, it's very unlikely that he would have waited in 1967 to make a move.

Finally, by total chance, I became acquainted with someone who has recently been in contact with a few people who were once close to the Beatles, and they all have said that they knew there was something going on between John and Paul based on many things they had seen. And the things they said all matched up perfectly with things I have read from other sources. So that pretty much confirmed it for me. However, I still don't know for sure why John and Paul broke up, but I have my theories. It's possible that John wanted something more open and serious, and Paul, who is very conscious of their public image, didn't want that. When John said, "It's a plus that your best friend can also hold you without…" and then he didn't complete the sentence, maybe he meant that it's good that his best friend and him could hold hands without the world creating a whole drama over it. Paul was always very worried about what the public might think, so that definitely caused tensions between him and John, who was much more bold. Paul wasn't ready for that. Also, Paul wanted a normal family life, which is something John said during an interview when he was asked about the differences between him and Paul that caused their relationship to sour. He said, “Paul always wanted a family life. Linda knows this and has given it to him. The complete family life”. This is an odd answer because why would Paul wanting a "complete family life" damage their relationship? It would only make sense because, obviously, with John, he couldn't have a traditional family life. All this is speculation, but it's what I have in mind so far, based on all the information I have compiled.

I apologize that this got too long, but I wanted to to give you a thorough answer. Thanks again for your question. I'm glad you are a fan of my posts. It means a lot to me <3

[archivalofsins]

I find it really funny when people are like Milgram is up to interpretation. In the its not meant to be solvable it's meant to be a thought experiment. Because it does to an extent show that many people believe a good mystery and a thought experiment cannot coexist. Even though that's most of the mystery genre.

Mysteries especially murder mysterious are made with the intent to reflect on the nature and finality of human beings.

So it doesn't have to be one or the other.

Even funnier that this is being said all the while the creators could not have been more direct about these stories having concrete solutions/answers that can be discerned through interrogating what's been presented so far.

Like,

Note: This post will be heavily referencing the translation of the hallucination booklet Q&A by DoctorBunny.

Q.01 Introduce Yourself.

I’m Takuya Yamanaka. I’m the creator/planner/screenwriter for MILGRAM.

Q.15 Is there anything the guards aren’t aware of yet?

Yamanaka: Of course, there may be some minor details, but I don’t think there are any major points missing. The mysteries have already disseminated, I feel the full picture will be clearly revealed if the theories and wild speculations, which have been shared around the world, come together. As expected.

Q.01 Introduce Yourself.

I’m DECO*27. I work as the music producer for MILGRAM. I like Hatsune Miku.

Q.04 So far, what’s made you the happiest?

DECO: It makes me happy to see lots of people analysing the meanings I put in my songs! The theories get pretty close to the truth too, I think… the power of all the guards is really cool.

There's just been a lot of implications that the there's an answer to these things.

Fun notes

This has absolutely nothing to do with this point but-

Q.07 Which prisoners are the easiest to write dialogue/music for?

Yamanaka: If I had to pick one, it’d be Fuuta. He’s the type of person that’s pretty easy to write because his brain never shuts up. Other than him, Yuno and Shidou are relatively academic kids in theory, so they’re easy to write because they’re very clear when it comes to what they want to convey. [TL note just because its funny, the idiom Yamanaka uses is lit. “There is barking in the inside [of Fuuta’s] head]

Salamander, "It's heating up inside my head! I can't stop- I don't want to stop!"

Bring It On, "What I want to hear is the scream deep inside you!"

Q.14 What are you thinking about at the moment?

Futa: I wonder if this is what anxiety feels like. I want something I can rely on.

Futa literally in the middle of the night about his victim probably with little to no prompting (not even a fucking segue thought of his own).The entertainment value and mileage I've gotten out of this one fucking video is damn miraculous really. Man who's never had a moment not thinking in his life gets even more points to run around in his head due to the fucking voices in Milgram.

Like I know the covers are just fanservice/have nothing to do with why the prisoners are here but damn if it ain't good fanservice. Because the implication that before this Futa was just going of internally forever without pause is just mood as hell really.

Deco just dropping in the interview that Yuno's story is about the relationships between men and women too and not just a fucking baby, pfft-

Q.08 Which prisoners are the most fun to write dialogue/music for?

DECO: Mahiru! From the start writing about the relationships between men and women has been what you might call my forte, its enjoyable to make. I feel like this is also why I find Yuno easy to write for.

Just came out and said that shit. Yes, I made Deco's color orange because of this.

Q.18 Give a brief comment about the future of “MILGRAM”.

Yamanaka: There have already been plot developments that I personally wish I didn’t have to write. The guards have all chosen a very intense path. It’s frightening. I’ve also been ready to obey these choices since the start of MILGRAM, so I think we all should enjoy this story that can only be told once together.

I think the dichotomy between Yamanaka and Deco answers here is funny.

Yamanaka; there are some thing I wish I didn't have to write,

But I've been ready to follow through on these choices since the beginning.

DECO: I’ve already started writing the prisoner’s songs. It’s hell. Please prepare yourselves.

Deco, "It's hell~ < 3 Please, prepare yourselves."

Fucking pick a god and pray as quote. That only makes me go don't threaten me with a good time- things are just getting interesting- Let's overheat in hell together. Meanwhile as a writer reading there are things I've written that I haven't wanted to is such an oof I'm sorry I get the feeling but it's really fun to watch. It's really something great.

Funniest team of all time-

Q.17 Represent “MILGRAM” in one word. Yamanaka: 『人』 “People”

DECO: 『噓』 “Lies”

I hope whatever Milgram turns into it's remains as enjoyable to make as it is to watch. Despite every up and down. Still it was funny as fuck that Yamanaka really went yeah there's never not noise in that guys head.

I'm looking forward to seeing what this hell looks like. Me when all the prisoners turn out to be horrid liars that have committed a pile of atrocities,

"Damn that foreshadowing was tight and followed up on amazingly. Keep it up please! I want to feel satisfied don't lose steam in the last half!"

I hope it gives that feeling to a lot of people.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲

jsyk I am getting the vibes that once it stops being scary Buck is gonna find being hypnotized or whatever by Eddie kinda hot

hahaha you'd be right.

102 for 🌲:

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“Fled?”

“Yeah,” Eddie admits. “I would have… Disappeared. Hidden. If I didn’t have you as the voice of reason, think of how bad it would have gotten?”

“Eddie… Someone other than me would have helped you,” Buck assures him.

Eddie sighs. “I wouldn’t have let them, okay?”

“What?” Buck asks.

“Buck, come on,” Eddie pleads for him to understand. He needs him to, for the Adriana part to make sense. “I wouldn’t have let you help me if I realized what I was before I texted you. So imagine if Adriana snaps and becomes a monster, and she’s all by herself. What would she do?”

Buck frowns. “I guess I don’t know her well enough to say.”

“She would hide from everyone,” Eddie says. “She’d run. She’d been letting Sophia in, and then suddenly she wasn’t and she was gone. It makes sense.”

Buck nods slowly. “This happened to you when Chris said he wasn’t coming home. You think it happened to Adriana as a result of her fiancé leaving her?”

“Not just leaving her,” Eddie adds. “Leaving her at the altar, in front of everyone she cared about. And, believe me, she cares how she’s perceived.”

“I get that,” Buck nods. “If that happened to me, I’d probably not react well.”

“You’d lose your mind,” Eddie says. 

“I’d lose my mind,” Buck agrees. 

“The only thing I don’t get is why it happened days later, and not in the moment. For me, it was right as the call ended.”

“Maybe something else happened?” Buck suggests. “Like what if they spoke?”

Eddie nods. “That makes sense. She took her phone when she left. Not like we could use it to get an idea of her intentions.”

“So how do we go from, Adriana is a Huldra too, and probably struggling, to Adriana is killing people in Sweden?” Buck asks. “I mean, if she’s in hiding and presumably has a tail, how did she get there?”

“How did I get leaves in my house?” Eddie rebuts. 

“You think she teleports back and forth?” Buck asks.

“I don’t exactly know,” Eddie admits. “It’s a running theory.”

“A running… How long have you been running with this?” Buck asks. 

“Uh… Two minutes?”

Buck whistles. 

“Listen, I just have a feeling about this,” Eddie says. “I think it’s her. And… And I don’t think she’s meaning to hurt anyone.”

Buck takes a deep breath. “Okay. I believe you. What do you want to do about it?” 

“I want to try to help her,” Eddie says. “Maybe if she sees me… She’ll see that she isn’t alone.”

“Okay,” Buck says. “How do we get to Sweden then? I mean, I know how I get to Sweden, but…”

He motions at Eddie. 

He’s on board. He’s really just on board. To go looking for a potentially murderous Huldra, simply because Eddie has a hunch. God, Eddie loves him. Wait. What? Eddie loves him. Huh. That’s a new thought. Well, okay. No it’s not. It’s not new to love Buck. It’s just the first time his brain has let himself acknowledge it in a completely non platonic way. And he’s just… Comfortable with that. He’s at ease with it. 

“We won’t go to Sweden,” Eddie says, voice thick with the emotion of all the things he’s trying to process. “We just need to go to Arizona. That’s where I think she is.”

“Okay,” Buck nods. “Let’s figure this out, then.”

“Thank you,” Eddie exhales. “Thank you, Buck.”

He smiles. “Yeah, of course. She’s your sister. I sure as hell get that.”

Eddie nods. He does. If anyone does, it’s him. 

[skiptomyylu]

While I do enjoy the theory/headcanon of Crowley not eating because he was cursed for his food to turn to dust/taste like dust (that's a theory people have right- I'm not imagining it?) I feel like it's a bit simpler.

I feel like for Crowley it's just too much of a hassle really. Like he doesn't hate it and he'll try food if it looks interesting. But I feel like for him it's as interesting or satisfying as waiting for your dentist with that thingy holding your mouth open. It just isn't all that fun for him. For various reasons.

(Aka: My Headcanon as to why Crowley doesn't like food + foods I feel like he enioys)

1. Tongues and Teeth

- I feel like Crowley probably ended up constantly biting his tongue whenever he did eat. Not even little bites either. Those deep bites you can feel in your ear.

- I also think he must've been annoyed with food stuck in his teeth

- I feel as though he also just doesn't like the way certain foods leave a film over your tongue and/or teeth

2. Temperatures and Food Safety

- Many foods that are only safe to eat hot, Crowley like best cold or/raw

- Many foods that would be ruined if heated up, he likes them best hot

- And I'm sure there's at least two inedible (to humans) things that he'd love to have cooked in with an edible good item

- None of these things would kill Crowley. But Crowley doesn't cook. And there are very few chefs in the world who'll make you "Boiled ice cream" or "Egg yolk cereal" or "Lomein Noodles with General Tso Erasers"

3. Textures

- Textures are too unexpected for him cause he has a hard time guessing what they could be just by looking at them

- He doesn't like one texture randomly interrupting the one he's already gotten used to- especially when it's not meant to be there. So say he's eating chicken and there's suddenly a crunch

4. Chewing

- He finds chewing boring

- He feels like it makes eating a task

- I feel like once he decided to just swallow foods instead of chewing them. And food certain things it worked

- He would take the food, let it rest on his tongue. Maybe swish it around his mouth, and then swallow

- But I feel like he did in fact choke and it was the most embarrassing discorporation hell had seen for YEARS

- "What's the point of the stupid digestive system if you've gotta chew whatever goes through it first?!" He had grumbled "The esoph..sofo...sif...FOOD TUBE THING shouldn't be subjected to the sloppy seconds of bloody mouth bones!"

For foods Crowley likes, I believe they've got to be prepared by the same chef the exact same way it was when he first had it and he always uses minor miracles to ensure it happens. It was always a shame when a good chef passed away. And if that chefs family ended up inheriting a large sum of money from a mysterious person with red hair and dark glasses at the funeral- don't look at Crowley. Why would he know anything about that.

Foods I think Crowley might enjoy:

- Smoothies! I feel he had a smoothie phase at one point

- Cut up fruits

- Soups

- Deboned Raw Fish

- Spicy Noodles

- Rice

- Boiled Ice Cream

- Seaweed

- Whatever foods Aziraphale cooks (whenever Aziraphale remembers he can cook that is). He often wonders if Aziraphale puts miracles on his food or if the angel is really just that good at knowing what Crowley might like.

On the topic of Aziraphale: He LOVES watching Aziraphale eat. Well not LOVES...more like...it fascinates him. For three reasons

1) Eating is one of the few times Aziraphale is properly at ease and allows himself to selfishly enjoy something without worrying about what heaven might say. Seeing the Angel indulge (so much so that he makes sounds and does little wiggles) puts Crowley at ease. Knowing it was him that introduced him to it makes his heart swell.

2) He's a little self conscious as to how he's so particular about foods (there's no need to be Crowley! You're not alone). So he kind of watches and waits to see if there's anything special Aziraphale is doing that makes him enjoy food so much. Or maybe there's at least one food out there the Angel doesn't like

3) Wouldn't you like to know? (Iykyk)

I didn't mean to type this much...

...Whoops

[spooblet]

Reader should pull a Rick and Morty and find a way to turn themselves into worm (around Wolfwood) to test that theory😂 it’s an important question after all….

Technically…first request?  I actually like this concept, so I'll just write one of Wolfwood. unless you also want me to write one with Vash and Knives then I'll gladly do those as well. ❤️❤️❤️

I turned myself into a worm, Nicholas…

Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Morning light came through the window curtains, hitting Wolfwood’s eyes. An annoyed grunt was released through him as he pulled the covers over him to avoid the shining ray. There was no question that Wolfwood wasn’t a morning person, but if there was one thing he was looking forward to, it was opening his eyes and seeing (Y/n) first thing of the day. That was until he noticed (Y/n) wasn’t there by him. The moment his arm reached the other side and landed on the soft mattress; he began to panic a little. Maybe (Y/n) have woken up and used the bathroom? But he didn’t hear the door close or any sounds of movement during his sleep. Now Nicholas was fully panicking as he got out of bed and scanned the room. 

“(Y/n)? Babe?” Wolfwood called out, but there was nothing in response. 

“Dammit…Don’t tell me…” He muttered to himself annoyed as he started to put on his clothes. 

The moment Wolfwood put his shoes on, the rays that sneaked through the curtains were no longer on the surfaces, as if the sky had turned off in mere seconds. He turned around towards the window and opened up the blinds. 

“...Jesus Christ…”

Nicholas was now standing in front of a Sandsworm, its head lying on the sand while its body was dug deep into the surface. Although it was too early for civilians to be awake to notice the large creature being near its city, Nicholas still wanted to kill it before it went in and destroyed everything around it. He grabs his punisher cross and removes the belted sheets as he walks closer to the worm. 

“Alright…be a good little wormy and stay still so I can kill ‘ya easy-peasy…” He raises his weapon as the lasers start to heat up, Nicholas aims it directly toward the head of the Sandstorm until he hears a familiar voice. 

“WAIT!” 

Wolfwood turned around, then his whole surroundings. “(Y/N)? (Y/N), where the hell are you!?” He shouted as he continued to look for his lover, making sure they weren’t in the danger zone once he took care of the sandworm. 

“Up here, dummy!” 

He looked up and his blood ran cold. Is (Y/n)...INSIDE of the worm? It only made sense now: they weren’t there when he woke up, nor in the motel room they were staying in. They must have gone out and gotten eaten up by the worm somehow…right? 

“(Y/n)! Whatever you do, just stay there! I’ll aim for the head!” He raised his weapon once more until another voice broke his concentration.

“NO! Up! Here! Nicholas! Do I really have to spell it out for you!?” 

“What the hell are you talking about?!” Nicholas argued back looking up with a mixture of concern and annoyance as (Y/n) kept messing with his mojo. 

“I AM the worm!”

“....What!?” 

At this point Nicholas lowered the punisher cross as the laser slowly dyed down a little, disengaging. 

“I know! Isn’t it cool!?” 

The sandworm…in this case, (Y/n) raised its wormy head and wiggled a little as a sign of excitement. This displayed only gave Wolfwood an overwhelming mixture of confusion, disbelieve, relief, concern, and slightly disgusted. 

“The hell did you do, (Y/n)!?” He shouted at the…his lover (?). 

“Well, all I did was wake up, decided to have a little walk outside, and then, like a force field, I ran towards the open field and turned into a worm…Hey! This could make traveling faster now-”

“There’s no way I’m riding your…slimy back!” He protested. He still can’t believe that THIS is his partner. Nicolas refused to. “This better be a sick twisted prank! You’re just in the worm’s mouth aren’t you!?” 

“Want me to prove it?” The moment the sandworm laid its head back down and opened its mouth in front of Wolfwood, it was harder and harder to ignore it now, (Y/n) turned into a worm…literally!

“Now answer me this, Nico…Would you still love me if I was a worm?” 

Nicholas jolted up from a familiar mattress, his blood ran cold as he controlled his breathing, sweating more than usual. He looked around the surroundings and saw the motel room (Y/n) and he was staying in. It was a dream…or rather a nightmare for him truly. Which can only be official once he turns to his side and sees (Y/n) resting next to him. Not a slimy, large, disgusting creature but rather the most beautiful person he fell in love with. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around (Y/n), pulling them close to his chest as he rested his stubbly chin on top of their head, causing them to wake up. 

“Wha–is it morning already?” They wrapped their arms around his waist as they shifted their position to a much comfortable one, know that Nicholas cuddled them closely. 

“Naw…Just go back to sleep, babe, it’s still dark out.” He responded quietly as he planted a gentle kiss on their non-slimy forehead then drifted back to sleep.

[fishfroggshasathermos]

(Inanimate Insanity ep 17 rant)(spoilers)what the hell was that episode what the hell was that episode oh my god oh my god ohm ygod SCREAMING

i clicked on it when it was 1 minute out and i SFDLGJBMNVKJFLDR'EJLDFKJG i had to pause like 10 times to just compose myself after everything this series is INSANE its making me INSANE NOW I KNOW WHY ITS CALLED INANIMATE INSANITY OH MYG OD OH MHY GOD WHAT THE HELL

like legit i was watching the new BURNER episode that came out just before i saw this one, and when i saw the crumbling of the show i was thinking to myself that 'geez i cant trust anything after ii' AND LOOK WHAT VID COMES OUT

im so grateful to the ii team for working on such an astounding show such as this, i truly cant believe its gotten this good and this deep. i became a fan when s2 was just starting out, and i have a lot of fond memories binging the series with my friend all throughout gradeschool. now im in highschool and i still love the show. i hope theres going to be more though !!! im really hoping to get a happy ending for all the characters, or at least some more closure if a happy ending is too much to ask for.

haaaaaaa... now that i got my primary freakout out of the way, maybe ill go ahead and talk about what i liked about this episode

such high quality production as always man like II has been really good when it comes to voice acting, animation, sound design, and im glad theyve been keeping it up

THE WRITING IS ACTUALLY SO GOOD NOW TOO LIKE WHEN FAN STARTED PIECING EVERYTHING TOGETHER I WAS LIKE THIS IS REALLY COMING FULL CIRCLE ??? THEY PLANNED THESE TWISTS IT OUT PRETTY WELL i really like that in a story, shows theyve got intention with their themes

and the themes of inanimate insanity oh man!! i really like the direction the object show community has been going on this sort of meta commentary on the show itself, like i saw when i watched ONE, so seeing inanimate insanity go so much deeper now is a treat

in a way animationepic is mephone?? we are mephone?? everyone watching and making this show is getting a kick out of these characters' drama for entertainment and thats what we found out mephone has done to make them in the first place.. of course we as real people dont hold that responsibiity over fake characters. (which is what cobs and mephone think and must have thought too).

its a show about what is real vs what is fake and ultimately seems to be showing us that the relationships you form with others, those friends that you care about, can never really be programmed or faked out. the contestants rebel against the game and cobs because they want to live freely and because they want to protect their friends. its this love for life and others that makes us all human (well might not be the right word in this case hehe).

I FEEL LIKE ALL THE CONTESTANTS' PERSONALITIES WERE SO WELLSHOWCASED IN THIS EPISODE like their reactions felt real and believable for this kind of news, and everyone got a moment even if small (box was in too!!) (i really wonder if that theory i saw about box being a 'killed' contestant is right-- it seems like there wont be enough time to fit that backstory in but if they make that confirmed that would be so hype)

finding out everyone's personalities were pre-written by mephone4 in the last episode was one thing, but actually seeing them scribbled down in writing was so SJDKLA shocking??? it really slapped me with the reminder that mephone was pretty much just a child who was lonely and made his own friends.. his backstory is something i think about a lot i feel pretty bad for him :((( also imagine being the contestants and finding out god is basically a traumatized four year old boy

for some of the contestants, their programmed personalities i expected: cheesy is unserious, goo is inconsistent, salt is a trend setter and pepper is a trend follower. but a bunch of them came as a really big shock to me!!!

i think candle's said 'must be needed'? actually that works for her arc in iii but its still dangg that was embedded into her..

baseball having 'always strikes out' made me sob cuz THATS why he always seemed to come up short, i always had a soft spot for baseball he seemed to try his best but never really got it right.. and now its cuz he was made that way?

AND SILVERSPOON'S????? 'thinks hes worthless' OH MY GOD this guy this one had a lil kick to it

and does anyone feel like suitcase isnt rlly a backstabber cuz i saw mephone4 put that on her paper, and knife calls her that too but when i was watching those episodes her actions felt less like back stabbing and more like standing up for herself, at least in my view. i could actually rant about suitcase for a lot longer because GOSH my girl does not deserve any of this! im a suitcase supporter for life shes genuinely so nice to people even if they arent well-liked if suitcase has 0 fans i am dead! and she did so well this episode, the dynamic and conflict between her and knife is always *chefs kiss*

the plot was plotting this episode, really felt well-paced and tense, it was really fun to watch the scenes keep bouncing between all these groups of characters and i think they balanced the moving parts really well!

the ending. that goddamn ending. mephone taking cobs' hand again. when cobs extended it i just knew in me phone's face that he was going to accept it. hes still pretty much a young child. only a few months (years now ?) old. hes going to follow his creator because thats the one thing hes been taught and commanded to do. he just watched his whole world crumble around him, everything and everyone he made to escape this man and his cruelty, and he's just going to come back. of course he is. what else could he do now? hes got nothing just like cobs said he would. hes just a child and cant do anything right, cant have any friends that stay and are real and are his own. (the themes of abuse are strong in this one OH MAN)

graaaaaahhh

im really only saying good things yall might think im js a glazer but honestly this show deserves to be glazed ON GOD i would rant more but im getting a bit tired maybe ill edit this when my thoughts plague me with more ii visions at night WATCH THE EPISODE (wait actually u probably did if ur at the end of this post) WATCH IT AGAIN

[guardianofthedawn]

Deity!AU: Speculation

(Trigger warning: slightly suggestive and a touch of swearing.)

 …slowly working down the column, feeling her pulse quicken under his lips, his hands ghosting up and down her sides as if to memorise the dips and grooves of her skin…

“Has anyone noticed the Grandmaster’s mood lately?” The other Lin Kuei warriors glanced over at their green-eyed comrade, some tilting their heads in confusion.

“What mood? He’s got one: pissed,” replied a warrior with three scars above their left eye.

“I mean, he’s not so pissed these days.” The green-eyed warrior sat down next to their scarred comrade. “I mean, I fucked up a training drill pretty bad last week, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Do you know what he did?” The scarred warrior shrugged. “Nothing!”

 …name falling from her lips like a chant as he mapped out her stomach and breasts with his hands and lips, her hands tangled in his loose hair to hold him in place, blooming marks fuelling his desire further…

“You’re reading too far into it.” A warrior without their mask waved their hand dismissively. “The Grandmaster doesn’t need a reason to switch out his moods, and even if he did he wouldn’t tell us about it.” There was a murmur of muted agreement from the group.

“Do you think it has to do with the changing seasons?” asked the scarred warrior. “It’s not as cold this Winter as it has been.”

“That’s because Grandmaster Scorpion got infected with Chaos toward the end of Summer so it’s taking a while to shake the heat,” replied the maskless warrior. Another murmur of agreement; that had been a rather hairy fight to rescue the Summer god, and while he wouldn’t have admitted it none were more relieved than their Grandmaster that his brother was going to be okay. 

“Do you think the Grandmaster’s getting laid?” The green-eyed warrior smirked at the indignant noises their comrades made.

 …set a rhythm only they could feel, sloppy kisses punctuating the movements where breathy moans and gasps did not, sweat slicked skin glistening in the dim light…

“You’re gross!” The scarred warrior pushed their green-eyed comrade off their seat. “Why the hell would you have us think about the Grandmaster getting laid?!”

“It would explain his muted mood,” quipped the green-eyed warrior, picking themselves up to return to their seat.

“Okay, who would he bed if your theory proves to be true?” The maskless warrior raised an eyebrow in challenge.

“I hadn't gotten that far yet, screw you.”

“Nice comeback.”

“Warriors.” All three of them immediately stood up as Sub-Zero’s deep voice cut short their conversation. “You have new orders at your quarters.”

“We will go immediately, Grandmaster.” The scarred warrior bowed their head and led their comrades toward their living quarters to receive their latest orders.

The green-eyed warrior cast one more glance back at the Grandmaster. “I’m putting money on the Lifegiver in bed with the Grandmaster,” they whispered.

“What? Why?” asked the maskless warrior.

“Because there was a flower petal stuck under his left pauldron.”

“That doesn’t mean anything, there’s flowers in his office if you remember the last time we were in there.” The green-eyed warrior scrunched their nose and sighed disappointedly.

 …world began turning at pace, rocking the two of them to post-ecstasy slumber, content and locked in the other’s embrace.

[raisin-shell]

If it’s possible, what does jealous sex look like with the guys? Things get a little steamier with that added spice (not that I condone the toxicity of jealousy)

Okay nonnie I’ll play. Let’s face it, these guys aren’t exactly human… they are exactly half animal and thusly territorial. That said any human male, or their very own brothers for that matter, could be considered a threat. Odds are there’s bound to be jealousy. Add in the fact that human men can give you a normal life where as the guys can not and you have one hell of an ego busting concoction. Thankfully though, I’m here to give you all the smutty deets on how these boys keep your attention strictly focused on them.

NSFW/SMUT/Language/18+ ⚠️⚠️⚠️

At first he acted like he didn’t notice… you had mentioned a new male intern at work in particular several times that had impressed you, much less the entire office, just in the first couple of days he had been working there.

“He’s a philosopher too.”

You squeak causing you beau to do something he rarely ever does. The two of you had been preparing dinner together and he had been chopping onions with a knife. You’re choice of words threw the inattentive turtle off guard causing him to slip and slice his thumb. You rush over to him immediately ready to aid him but he stops you.

He doesn’t just stop you… his hands grip your wrists tightly. Not with anger but with purpose, as his lips crash into yours. Your body falls limp against his advances as he hoists you up onto the counter, food, cutting boards and utensils slung to only god knows where. His icy glare is fixed into your eyes, a hand slipping to your throat, your favorite place he’d grip you. Idle hands tore your blouse from your chest and budged your maxi skirt up around your hips, scooting your bare bottom to the end of the counter.

His massive stance over you dwindled as his head began to sink down your body. His lips and tongue leaving behind a warm trail of kisses and nibbles as he made his way to your hips. His hands slip to your buttocks, thumbs slipping between your puffy folds and the apex of your thighs just as his breathe could be felt panting against your engorged lips.

He spreads you open, eyes flashing into yours just before they flicker down to view his prize.

“You haven’t stopped talking about Mark from work since you’ve gotten home from work. I wonder… can he do… this?”

His thumbs spread open your glossy folds as his tongue slips between his lips, flattened and warm, as he slowly laps the base of your anus all the way to the top of your clitoris, making sure to delve his tongue partially into your tight wanting hole. Your back arches into his advances, a slow satisfying moan slipping from your throat as you begin to beg for him.

“Baby… please… more. You can’t possibly think… he can’t mmmmm fuck!”

Your head slams back against the cabinets as you felt the tight pinch of your pussy wrapping around his skilled tongue. He pressed his wet appendage firmly and deeply inside you, your hips bucking and rolling in anticipation as his thumb swiftly and gently flicked and circled your perked bead.

“Mmmm sensei YES! Ohh fuck yes!!”

You moan to the rafters as ripple after ripple of tingles bolted through your body. You could feel the tight squeeze of your core pulsing around his tongue as you completely come unraveled.

Your chest is heaving heavy now, hair and blouse askew with your turtle Beau still between your legs gently lapping and puffing deep chuckles against your thick wet folds.

“That’s what I thought.”

He boasted, lifting himself up to you once more to give you no choice but to taste yourself from his mouth.

“Only I can make you moan like that. Only I can send your body into the abyss. Remember that next time Mark has anything to say.”

His hand returns to your throat, his free hand adjusting the waist of his trousers to release his throbbing member. Dark chuckles ring from his chest again as he begins to slap the steeled rod against the saturation of your slit.

“I can damn sure guarantee he can’t fuck you like I can. Let’s test that theory shall we?”

His husky voice sent shivers down your spine and his cocky attitude to boot was sending your hormones into overdrive. His hand wrapped around the base of his cock, aligning himself up with your molten core as another chuckle came from his lips.

“He can’t give you this.”

He purred as his sunk his thick lengthy rod deep inside your tight little cunt. Your mouth gaped open in a silent moan, the stretch causing your eyes to roll back and head to press even further against the cabinet. God he always made you feel so full. So complete. So wanted. His hips wasted no time with their pursuit, jutting forward with such force that your bottom began to lift from the counter top. Your screams and moans echoed throughout the entire apartment no doubt disturbing your neighbors or anyone else within earshot for that matter.

His hands gripped your knees lifting them up for even deeper penetration, pots boiling over and the roasted chicken began to start burning. He slammed your wrist up over your head, hips showing no mercy as your cries continued to deafen his ears. His cock stiffened even more within you, his bulbous head stretching past your cervix pounding against your guts had you reeling as you began to feel the strong pulse of his release, pumping you full of his seed right on the kitchen counter.

He fell forward against you, eyes still beaming into yours.

“So… you got anything more to say about this mark guy? Or can we get dinner ready?”

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