#chaos theroy

[sabi0229]

Darius HeadCannons:

He loved Mac and Cheese so much he refused to eat anything other than that for months as a kid

Would scare Brandon by leaving Dinosaur figures in front of his face when he woke up, walk up behind him and have his dinosaurs bite him

Him and his dad were such big Dinosaur nerds that his mom made their phone contacts Dadsaures and Sonsaures.

When Darius was a child his parents would put Dinosaurs fossils in the backyard for him to dig up

Stays up until 6 in the morning playing video games

When kenji moved in with them Darius convinced Kenji to prank Brand with him

His fave color is yellow ( the boy has a yellow jacket in Jwcc and Jwct)

He loves grape juice

Is very oblivious and dense

Played soccer

Cut his own hair once as a toddler that when his mom saw she started to cry so much that his dad came upstairs and laughed his ass off, While Brand, just stood there.

He lives in a two storie house

Had a shark phase but went back to Dinosaurs after 3 months or so

When Ben visited he would make sure everything is extra clean and they would stay up watching movies and fall asleep in each other's arms because they were too lazy to move and kenji snapped a pic and bullies them about it to this day

When Darius first saw Ben with long hair and a beard he said out loud Shaggy and Ben looked behind him confused

Darius would braid Bens hair for fun

When Darius would hang out with Brooklynn they would make fun TikToks

He loves mint chip, banana , and bubble gum ice cream

Loves blue slushes

Gets sick a lot before nublar ( that's what you get for staying up late playing video games)

He definitely sprained some part of his body with all those falls and getting slammed into trees

one day at camp he didn't leave Roxies side at all so he won't get into anymore trouble and Roxie was unbothered by it but Dave kept making his jokes

He listens to Dave's Demos to remember what he and Roxie sounded like

When he was stuck with Kash he would hum to himself to fall asleep ( where did he sleep like so many questions there are for when Darius was with kash)

Looks a lot like his dad ( prove me wrong in the flashback he's a mini Fredrick )

He mostly took after his dad but picked up his mom sarcasm

When he is just done with someone ( kenji) he starts rollin his eyes so much that his eyes hurt

While he was in the DPW he practiced some crazy car tricks to chase after dinosaurs but his mom would't let him practice alone so she made Kenji go with him so he doesn't get hurt. Darius got the hang of his cool car tricks while Kenji is traumatized and won't let Darius ever drive again if their in the same car, ever

Darius wakes up in the middle of night puts on his dinosaur onesie goes downstairs and watches all his favorite dinosaur movies

His favorite ice cream flavor is strawberry and caramel in chaos theory he still likes bubblegum and banana ice cream but decided that he didn't like mint chocolate chip anymore

Is a introvert

He dyed his hair once

When he was a child ( elementary age) he would go to Brands room and night to steal all his blankets so when brand woke up he would go to Darius room to sleep with him because Darius never wanted to get in Brands bed because he sweats too much.

Is a biter

he bit kenji once

Ate a grub once because he lost a bet with Ben. But only he knows about it

Will be making more soon

[farfromstrange]

Chaos Theory | Michael Kinsella x Reader

Chapter 24: Bandaids Don’t Fix Bullet Holes

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Pairing: Michael Kinsella x Reader (she/her)

Summary: While Michael meets with his solicitor, you're stuck at his house, and you slowly start going crazy. A visit from a particular someone drives you even crazier.

Warnings: Angst, Frank (yes, that's a warning)

Word Count: 3.2k

A/n: I've finally gotten around to finishing this chapter. It might not be as exciting as you guys hoped it would be, but I have a plan for the next following chapters and I had to leave space for that, which is why this isn't as plot heavy as I intended it. (Also, I’m not sure about the title, but I’ve run out of songs to use)

You’re still tired when you wake up the next morning, but the sadness that overcame you the day before has been replaced by emptiness. You just feel numb now, but it’s better than being in pain. 

Michael has an appointment with his solicitor this morning. Your blood burns your insides when you think about being left alone for the day. His family surrounds you. Not literally, thank God, but with them living on the very street Michael does, it feels as if they’re caging you in like a zoo animal.

You tried to convince him to let you go home, but he insisted that you stay in his house until he’s back so he can make sure that you’re safe. His house has a better security system in place than your own home, and after everything that was unraveled the other day, he would rather not take any chances until he has figured out how serious the repercussions of Frank’s actions will be.

They blew up Michael’s phone all day yesterday, but ever since he blew them off, no one has been brave enough to his house in person. It has been otherwise quiet, too. Thankfully. Still, you can’t help but be wary. 

You’re sitting in bed with your legs pulled up to your chest, resting your cheek on your knees as you watch him rummage through his wardrobe to get ready. Today is an important day to him and he doesn’t want to risk making a bad impression, no matter how big the chaos around him is.

You called in sick from work. You can’t stand being around people, let alone put on a fake smile. The scent of coffee makes you nauseous. To top that off, your hand is still swollen, bandaged, and your knuckles have started getting irritated. Any doctor would have told you the same thing Michael did; your wrist is sprained and you need to rest your hand, which means that work is off the table. 

You know you’re going to use up all of your sick days if you keep going like this, but at this point, there are no worries on your mind. None but one, and that is your sister. Okay, maybe you’re overthinking about a little more than that, but you refuse to acknowledge that or you will drive yourself crazy.

At least Michael’s house smells like safety. You can’t describe it, but the comfort his scent engulfs you in makes this a little easier, even with the separation anxiety eating you alive like a flesh-eating amoeba.

“Hey,” his soft voice brings you back to reality. It has a bit of a scruff to it, but that’s what makes him so attractive.

The bed dips before you, and you look at him with red eyes. “Are you gonna be alright?” Michael asks, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek. “I could call the solicitor and tell her I’ve changed my mind, that I can’t do it today, I…”

You shake your head. The last thing you want is for him to put you over getting his daughter back. The truth about your past, then Jamie’s death, and now the revelation with Frank and Amanda messed with both of your lives, and God knows what else happened in the time you were at work. 

The things Michael threw in Frank’s sounded so serious, you can’t imagine that he has fully forgotten them just because of this one appointment. There seems to be more to it, even, and that scares you. It scares you that he’s going through hell and now he’s going through yours too. And you’re forced to go through his, thanks to his family and your inability to stay away.

You have an inkling, but you don’t like what it is telling you, not one bit. You know Michael, and you know how easily he could be pushed to a point where he would do just about anything for the people he cares about. It’s a terrifying prospect that you could lose him.

You shake it off. You’ve already done enough stupid things for the time being. You can’t do this alone anymore, and you don’t have to.

“Go,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll manage. Don’t put your future with Anna at risk just because of me. It’s not worth it.”

Michael’s eyes soften. “Yer always worth it, that’s not–”

“No. Not this time.”

He sighs. “We’ll talk about how to keep your sister safe once I’m back, alright?” It sounds like a compromise. “Just don’t do anythin’ rash ‘til I’m back,” he says.

“I know,” you answer.

“Promise me.”

You open your mouth. An exasperated sigh slips your lips, and he gives you an incredulous look. “Okay, fine,” you cave. “I promise. I won’t do anything rash until you’re back.”

You’re not sure how you’re going to keep it, but he’s right. You can’t do anything rash or you will risk a lot more than your sister’s safety. She’s the most important thing in your life, above all else, and if you put her at risk just because you’re impatient and drowning in your concern… You wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself.

“I’ll be back in a few hours.” Michael leans forward and presses a kiss on your forehead.

You close your eyes and lean into his touch. “I love you,” you whisper. 

He smiles right back at you. “You too.”

Michael checks his appearance a few more times in the mirror, and you can tell he’s nervous. He rechecks every document twice, and he repeats every question he prepared himself for in his head. 

You want to lift him up, but you’re too low to say anything supportive other than what you feel for him. You hope it’s enough, but you feel useless and numb, and the state you’re in is a horrible middle space between being an exhausted mess and being on high alert. But most of all, the fear never leaves your bones. It has manifested and it’s eating away at your soul. 

“After our fight,” you speak up, “I, uh, called the inspector on the case of my sister’s death six years ago.”

He deserves to know.

Michael stops in his tracks and turns to you. “And?” he asks. 

You shrug. “I was redirected to Scotland Yard’s official hotline, and the front desk lady told me she would pass my message along, but…” With a defeated sigh, you lower your head and shake it. “He didn’t call me back.”

Michael purses his lips. He’s not mad, you can tell. He probably would have done the same in your position. You took the only road you thought could help you, but it ended up being a dead end, after all. Or maybe you missed something crucial.

“Maybe he’ll call today,” he says almost hopefully. “If he’s anythin’ like ya said, he’ll call eventually. Maybe he’s just… swamped.”

“Or maybe he can’t help me.”

“I’m not going to lie to you.”

You want to kiss him just for that.

“So,” he says, “him not wanting to help or be associated with this case again is somethin’ we need to consider.”

You nod along. He’s right. It’s possible. The truth hurts, but at least it’s true.

Wiping your dry cheeks to prevent yourself from actually crying, you clear the lump in your throat. “Well, regardless, I need to pick up the file,” you add, your voice stronger this time. 

He shakes his head. “We can do that once I’m back, alright? Yer not goin’ anywhere without me.”

You don’t have the strength to protest. Michael kisses you again. “Good girl,” he says. 

When he turns to leave, you hug him for a little longer than necessary. He rubs your back, knowing it’s hard for you to let him go, but he has to leave. You understand now why he was so clingy the other day, and it hurts to watch him walk out the door and down the street, disappearing out of your sight, and you lock the door the way he told you to. 

Against what your brain tells you, you don’t go back to bed. You make yourself a nice cup of coffee and find some toast in the cupboard to make yourself some breakfast, and you force yourself to swallow a few bites for your upset stomach. Maybe that will give you a clear mind. 

You spend a few minutes sitting in the backyard, staring out into nature. Every once in a while, you peek over at Jimmy and Amanda’s house. It seems so deserted. You wonder if they fought after you punched her. 

Michael and Jimmy don’t seem all too close, but they’re still brothers, and Michael seems to see something in him that you don’t. You don’t need to understand it. 

You busy yourself with cleaning for a while. Just as you’re scrubbing the stove, you catch something from the corner of your eye. Your peripheral vision picks up on a silhouette close to the bushes that adorn the sides of Michael’s driveway. 

She’s concealed halfway by your car, but you catch a glimpse of the girl’s face that is staring directly into the house, and when she meets your eyes, she gasps and bolts.

Anna. 

You know Michael has secretly been watching her just to get a chance to see her, even if it’s from afar. You never expected Anna to come to the house herself.

She was still little when he went to prison and she must be more than curious, but also a little angry because she probably doesn’t know or understand the full truth behind her mother’s death yet. She’s a child, but she’s not stupid.

You open the front door and storm out of the house. You call out, “Anna?” But upon hearing her name, the girl runs faster, and soon enough she has disappeared around the corner in her school uniform.

You sigh. Whether or not you will tell Michael about this depends on how his meeting goes. Now that she saw you, what must she think? Knowing her father whom she hasn’t seen for eight years has a strange woman standing in his kitchen and cleaning it like a mad woman. 

By opening the blinds to let in some light, you might have just screwed up in the eyes of a teenage girl and Michael’s daughter, and that fills you with dread because you don’t know if he’s going to process the truth in the way you want him to. 

Locking the door behind you again, you draw the blinds closed and return to angrily scrubbing the stove, making the pain in your injured hand worse without even using it, but at least it makes you feel something other than the gaping emptiness deep within your soul. It keeps you from going crazy. 

Suddenly, there’s a knock on the very door that you just closed. Startled, you turn around. Goosebumps form on your skin. For a second, you consider what to do. Should you go upstairs and hide? Should you call Michael? Should you grab a knife or the gun behind the fridge? 

You move toward the front door, your steps careful and calculated. The knocking intensifies. You can feel yourself quivering in the fuzzy socks you’re wearing.

Then, you hear a faint voice call out your name, and you can see Frank peeking in through the kitchen window. He waves at you as if he can see you through the slits in the blinds. You hold your breath. 

“I know you’re in there!” he calls out for you. “I just wanna talk.” There is a pause, and you stand there completely paralyzed until he adds, “It’s about yer sister.”

Your feet carry you the rest of the way to the door and you open it enough to look outside. 

“What do you want, Frank?” you snap. “Do you get off on harassing innocent people? Or are you just that stupid?”

He looks at you, and… is that guilt in his eyes? You don’t want to believe it. The audacity he has to show up here and look like that. He’s cruel, he’s vile, he is an asshole and he doesn’t deserve your attention. But he mentioned your sister. After what happened the day before, he knows that you would jump at the mere mention, and that is how he gets you. 

“I just wanna talk,” he repeats. “Please.”

“Michael’s not here,” you say. You have to stand your ground. He’s doing this on purpose. He has to be. This man is capable of unspeakable things. 

If Michael knew, heads would roll. 

“I’m not here to talk to Michael, I told ya. I’m here because o’ you.”

You let out an exasperated sigh. You shouldn’t, you know that you shouldn’t, but your body acts without listening to your common sense. You open the door just enough to let him inside. 

This is about Maya, you tell yourself. Whatever he has to say could be important. And you can’t say no to the man who threatened her once before. He is the reason she might be in grave danger. So, whatever he knows, as small as it might seem could help prevent any further damage. And if he’s lying, you can still grab the gun behind the fridge and put an end to this disgusting excuse of a human being. 

“Thanks,” Frank throws your way as he steps in, almost as if you’re friends, and you hate that he carries himself with that godawful, confidence-secreting attitude. 

Does he not realize what he did? Michael threatened him with a gun and this is how he walks around, with his hair styled and an almost sly smile on his face—it’s just a hint, but it counts, and it makes you feral. 

He stands in the kitchen, turning to you. You stand across from him, arms crossed and waiting for him to make a move. You won’t offer him a drink, that’s for sure. 

He lets out a long breath eventually, pulling something from his backpocket. You flinch at the sudden movement of his hand, and he lifts them almost as if to reassure you that he isn’t a threat. But to you, he is everything bad and more. You hate him in a way you ever only thought you could hate one person, even though it’s a different kind of hatred nonetheless. 

Frank pulls out a small envelope, looking down at it for a moment before slowly extending it to you. You frown at him. He insists you take it, but you’re not sure if you want to see the contents. 

“Open it,” he encourages you. 

You roll your eyes, reaching for the envelope. The paper feels thin under your fingers, almost rough and worn. It’s barely closed. You only have to pull a little to open it, and when you look inside, you can tell there is a series of pictures waiting for you. You shoot Frank a glare. 

“What’s this?” you ask as you take the photographs out of the envelope. 

“It’s the pictures my men took of your sister,” he answers. 

You stop. “What?!” Your voice echoes. The house isn’t even that big, but you are loud enough for the sound to carry. 

“Relax–” 

“Relax? You had my sister followed and now you come here after deliberately putting her in danger, telling me to relax? How sick can you possibly be?!”

“They’re the pictures I was plannin’ to have sent to ya so you’d leave Michael alone. I told my men to back off. I promised tha. I don’t like being threatened,” he says. “They’re the only photographs left of her. Swear to God. It’s done. It’s over. Nothin’ more to worry about, alright? So… relax.”

His voice holds a certain edge as if your anger is somehow annoying to him and not at all justified, and only for that you want to use your healthy fist to hit him.

No, you won’t fall for it. You see a glimpse of humanity, but you refuse to let it blind you. People like him know how to fool someone in a crisis like you, and they use that vulnerability to their advantage. 

You take out the photographs he gave you. He’s right, it is Maya. Your little sister, all alone and vulnerable. It’s so different to see her walking the streets of London after school, hanging out with the few friends she has, and–

You stop. The last picture has your father in it. The look in his eyes resembles death. He smiles at your weak mother, but there is nothing but evil in his eyes. You can see that he has no soul, he never had one. It makes your stomach churn. 

“You’re lying,” you say, but your voice is barely above a whisper. “This was never supposed to happen.”

“Believe me or not, but it’s done,” Frank repeats. “They won’t hurt her, and for the record, I was never plannin’ on havin’ her hurt anyway, but after what you said about your father… You know, we can help–”

“Don’t even start,” you cut him off. “You had men follow my sister and put her in danger because you didn’t think. You were dissatisfied with Michael choosing himself over your twisted family for once in his godforsaken life, and you were ready to let it out on an innocent child you didn’t know instead of taking it up with me. That makes you as much of an asshole as my bastard of a father, and I’ve encountered many people in my life. You threatened me and my sister and that is not something I can just forgive. So forgive me for not trusting you, but you have done nothing to earn it.”

He nods slowly, processing your words and agreeing, “Yer right. For what it’s worth, I’m…” And he struggles to say it. “Sorry,” he says. 

You stare at the pictures, then back at Frank. Tears of frustration and pure rage form in your eyes, and they already start pricking at the corners. “Get out,” you say, trying to stay calm. 

“C’mon now, let’s not make such a big deal out of it. You know that ya have your own problems and that you’re not ready for what this family brings with it. I just wanted to protect us. I only hurt those that need t’be hurt, not innocent children.”

The urge to punch him grows with every passing second. Every word in your head makes less and less sense as you start losing sight of what’s most important. You want to give in to your anger. You want to be selfish. 

But you can’t. You can’t allow yourself to give in. This is not who you are. And Maya wouldn’t want you to lose sight of that as much as she wouldn’t want you to lose sight of her. 

“You already hurt her,” you say.

“I didn’t. She’s alive. She’s no longer being followed, and your father has no fuckin’ clue ‘cause my men aren’t that stupid. What more do ya need?”

“Frank,” you spit his name like a snake would dig her teeth into its victim. You’re inching closer to the point of disaster. “I’m going to ask you nicely,” you say, “even though you don’t deserve any bit of my kindness. Get the fuck out of this house or I swear to God, I will make use of the gun Michael keeps around here and shoot your cock off!”

Instead of cowering in fear at your tone, Frank only smirks. He looks surprised, impressed even, but not scared. At this point, you’re boiling like a tea kettle on a gas stove.

“I was wrong ‘bout you,” he says. The sound of impress is laced in every vibration of his vocal cords. 

You stretch the fingers of your uninjured hand. He needs to get out. Now. 

“If you don’t get out, I will call Michael right now and tell him you harassed me.” It’s your last straw. He doesn’t respect you, so maybe he will respect the man that already bashed his head in. 

The next time he comes face to face with him, you know he won’t be as merciful. 

You pull out your phone. “I’m sure he’d love to hear what you had to say to me, word for word.” You unlock it and select your boyfriend’s contact at the top of the list. “I have a very good memory, you must know. I can remember conversations pretty vividly.”

Of course, it works immediately. Frank’s face falls. As soon as you mention Michael and the possibility of telling him every last word that was passed between you in the past five minutes, he takes a step toward the door. 

“Take care of yourself,” Frank tells you, and you have never been so relieved to watch someone walk away from you as you are now. 

You’re quick to lock the door behind him, letting out the breath you had been holding before, and your entire body quivers as you sink to the floor with the photographs in hand. The tears start streaming down your cheeks as the helplessness of your situation settles in. 

You’re not sure where to go from here, and it is terrifying. 

How much longer can you hold on before everything around you, including the people you love, turns into ashes in front of your very eyes? 

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[throneofrayllum]

BROKERLYNN

I love a good ship that has tried to kill each other at least once or have at least thought about it .

[swan2swan]

We love a parallel, don't we, folks?

[pokemon1oadvanced]

RIP Kenji would have loved this hug😪

[r-i-03-17]

Yasammy Trucker AU (where the gang are all truckers, except for Sammy, but we'll get into that.)

-Yaz, Ben, Kenji, Brooklyn and Darius all work for a trucking company called CC's driving 18 wheelers with supplies driving all over the country. They had all known each other since they were kids and always kept in touch over the radio and met up when they were able to. They were basically family, and all of them were pretty happy....except for one. See Ben has his girlfriend, Ashlyn that lived in Europe that he talked to all the time, Darius was seeing a girl and things were going well there, and Brooklyn and Kenji had been dating for years and even traveled together, but Yaz was alone.

-When it was night and she was alone in her truck bed, she didn't have anybody to call, nobody to tell about her day or laugh with...just......herself. She never told her friends about it, how much it bothered her to be alone, how much anxiety it gave her that every bump in the night could be someone dangerous trying to break into the cab, or the trailer to steal her cargo. They all knew though, she could tell by the looks they'd give her when they would ask if she wanted one of them to stay with her for the night, but she always refused with a smile and said she was ok. She was, but she was also by herself, but she was shy, and introverted, and gave off a "don't talk to me" attitude, so people didn't, and that made it hard to meet anyone new. That was until one day.

-The group had met up at this new diner that had been built on an interstate that they drove on often, it was called Bumpy's. It was a ranch-style building, blue wooden shingles on the outside walls with a black shingled roof, and a double wide glass door in front with an "OPEN" sign taped to the glass. They all walked in and seated themselves at a large booth and started looking around and talking about how nice the place was. An older woman gave them all menus and they looked them over and decided. A waitress, different from the one who had given out the menus, came out and asked what they wanted.

-Yaz was looking at her phone, so hadn't looked up when the new waitress came over, but when she did, she couldn't say anything. The waitress was her height, maybe a little shorter, with short jet black hair, tan skin, and huge brown eyes. Yazmina was starstruck. "You alright?" the waitress asked, a little bit of concern in her voice. "Sorry, um could I have a bagel please?" Yaz replied quietly, aware now of confused looks her friends were giving her, except for Brooklyn, her look was a smug almost knowing look. "Sorry, just kinda zoned out". Yaz apologized again, feeling a little more uneasy than usual. The waitress smiled and wrote down Yaz's order and walked off towards the kitchen, and all Yaz could do while she walked away was say "woah".

-When they were done eating and getting ready to pay, (they all had separate bills) Yaz was surprised to find some red writing and a 😉 face written on her check. They left and as they were heading back to their respective trucks, Yaz asked the group about why the girls could've written her name and a bunch of numbers of her receipt? "You got her number, that's great!" Brooklyn said. "You should totally call her". "I don't know, are you sure that's what this means?" Yaz said. She didn't have any opposition to calling this girl, she seemed really nice and Yaz definitely felt some attraction to her, but she didn't want to read into something too far. "Yaz, call her. Not now, but like later tonight, she was definitely into you otherwise she wouldn't have bothered". Brooklyn said, putting her hand on her friend's shoulder. Yaz smiled, "Yeah, I think I will".

Hope you guys enjoyed it, please repost and add to this if you want to, I think this Trucker AU has a lot of potential.

[sabi0229]

I HAVE BEEN SUMMONED

Let's talk about how they keep denying their feelings for each other

BENRIUS SHIPPERS I SUMMON THEE

you got me, they're adorable and i seem to be a little bitch for tragic never to be romances so give me ideas, talk to me, lemme in on the know

[aristaspark]

Chaos Theroy Season 3 : part 4

In one of my previous posts I said that Kenji and Brooklynn didn't even interact once this season, but as we all know, that was a lie. They did interact ONCE. And omg, just this one scene gives a sense of how strong the angst is going to be when they see each other again.

Sammy calls Brooklynn to prove that she doesn't care about them and that she doesn't deserve that they go rush to her rescue. And truth be told, I agree with Sammy. Frankly I'm on Sammy and Kenji's side on the Brooklynn debacle, their reaction makes much more sense when we see what they've been through because of Brooklynn (I think Sammy is guilty of projecting some of her pre-existing issues with her family on Brooklynn, but Kenji? She has put him through hell).

Brooklynn is my favorite character even in this season (I'd say even more in this season) but she is a morally grey character. She deserves to suffer the consequences of her choices and I love that the writers acknowledged that.

Since the beggining of the season, we can see that Kenji doesn't wanna know anything about Brooklynn anymore. He knows what awaits him if he was to try and rush to her rescue: heartbreak, rejection and pain. So everytime they talk about Brooklynn, he evades the situation, he's better off not knowing. He has made up his mind since the moment she rejected him again to get on that plane, he won't be the one to try and make things right anymore, never again.

But Sammy calls Brooklynn on a whim and this time he doesn't get to evade the situation. Brooklynn immediately says that she doesn't have the time. Then Sammy asks Brooklynn what she's doing, what's her excuse.

"Nothing. Working."

"Working, huh? That's new."

Someone kill me right now 😭

Despite having chosen to stay out of it, Kenji cannot help but react to what she says. Simply hearing her utter the word "work" triggers him so bad.

Kenji is SO mad at her. So mad that she is still doing the one thing that made him break up with her, so mad that she is still prioritizing her work over the people that care about her. So mad that his hurt boyfriend persona can't help but rush back to the surface.

You can see that it's something that he had been wanting to say for a long time and that he's finally allowing himself to because, why wouldn't he? When they were together she might have not been aware of how much space her work was taking, but now she has made the conscious decision of choosing her work over him, so he's finally allowing himself to be spiteful.

I don't even find this scene heart-breaking, even as a Kenlynn shipper because Brooklynn needed to hear that and DESERVED to be told that. Actually I kinda find it funny that the moment Kenji gets to speak with her he starts a domestic quarrel with all their friends listening.

Now, the less funny part is Brooklynn's face when she hears him.

She deserves it, but gosh does it hurt. She looks so...hurt. It's as if for a second the "real Brooklynn" comes back (by real I mean in opposition to investigator Brooklynn).

I don't know what will happen in season 4, but it's clear that neither of them have made peace with their break-up. We've seen quite a lot of scenes of them in the show, but if we look at the timeline we realize just how crazy the timeline of their relationship is and we understand why even after 6 months Kenji is still acting like a spiteful boyfriend.

Brooklynn neglected him for a long time for her work, one day, unable to take it anymore he breaks up with her. He didn't know that that was the last time he'd see her because she dies like a week after that. Then, six months later, she reappers. The first time he sees her after their break up. But she rejects him for her work again and gets on that plane. Then that phone call. THAT MAKES A GRAN TOTAL OF 3 INTERACTIONS GOD DAMN. All that angst packed in 3 freaking interactions. And the next will be season 4.

[kalpicek]

Somebody: Benrius won't be canon in chaos theroy, get over it

My honest reaction:

(It toook AGES btw) (at some point i just wanted to throw my phone on the wall) (Darius was like 10 times more enjoyable to draw than Ben) (If I try to draw in jwct style ever again pls stop me before it gets too late)

[sabi0229]

I actually thought this was in the show for a sec

So anyways

[farfromstrange]

Chaos Theory | Michael Kinsella x Reader

Chapter 11: Not The Same As It Was

Masterlist ° Chapter List

Pairing: Michael Kinsella x Reader (she/her)

Summary: Michael has the dreaded job interview with your boss.

Warnings: talk about Michael’s past, fluff

A/n: This chapter took its own course and now we’re here. Oh well.

There have only been a handful of situations in Michael’s life where he was truly nervous.

Moments in which he was so nervous, his entire body started shaking with anticipation and he couldn’t stop thinking about worst-case scenarios and eternal consequences. There has only been a handful, really, and he would never lie about that.

Michael Kinsella doesn’t get nervous often. He has a steady hand, which helps him to handle a gun much easier. He killed without hesitation and made the bodies disappear. He was dubbed The Magician because he was good at what he did. He used to know where his strengths lie, but the man he finds staring back at himself in the mirror now is not the same who went behind bars eight years ago. 

The new world he finds himself in is different – he is different – and navigating his way throughout with a flashing sign that reads ‘Danger’ following him everywhere he goes, and the judgment his last name brings with it, is something he finds utterly unsettling. It makes him so nervous, his stomach churns and he wants to throw his breakfast right back up. 

Does he admit it? No. You could ask him a million times and his answer would still be, “I’m alright.” Which, quite frankly, you know is a lie. He’s not even trying anymore, he just says it to somehow convince himself. You know him better than that. You look right through him and you can see that he is neither calm nor does he feel alright. He feels quite the opposite. 

During the drive to your boss’s main office, you reach out to grab his thigh. His fingers wrap around yours instantly as he gazes out of the window, his teeth digging into his index finger. He’s thinking too much and yet nothing at all. Anna’s face crosses his mind, and he reflects on the past; he thinks about the dreaded night he lost his wife, the mistakes he made to get him where he is now, and he begins to wonder if he screwed up one too many times. 

Michael is not doing okay, and when he feels your hand on his thigh, he can’t help but grab it for support. 

You almost don’t want to let him go when you park in front of the building. You promised you would follow him upstairs and wait for him – you’ve got the late shift today, so it fits perfectly. It’s as if Ava planned the interview to be in sync with your schedule so you could be there for Michael in case she wouldn’t be able to give him the job. 

He’s clutching the necessary documents to his chest, his leg bouncing up and down as he sits next to you. You sense his distress, but no matter what you do, it seems like it’s never enough. You got him some water, but that only irritated him more because he downed the entire bottle and then had to pee. It was his fault, but you decided you would just leave him to sulk instead of annoying him anymore with your caring nature. 

When his breathing grows heavier, you can’t stand it anymore. You cradle his cheek and press your lips to the stubbly skin. He exhales shakily, his hand coming to rest on your wrist. He doesn’t push you away, he allows you to kiss his cheek, pressing the softest kisses with a featherlight touch every time his body shudders, and he leans against you. 

You continue for a while, your fingers resting against his neck, avoiding his hair because he took a while to fix it this morning. His breathing steadies and he relaxes under your touch, the tension sinking to a minimum in your arms. 

His grip on your wrist tightens. Whenever you try to pull away, he pulls you back in, and so you continue. With every kiss, he melts. 

He's yours, and his reaction to feeling your hands and lips on him is even more proof of his devotion. The years spent in jail had been years spent without receiving physical touch, and even after getting out, people rarely hugged or touched him. Not to speak of the sexual intimacy he had long lacked, but the most important part, the emotional intimacy, had been missing for a while before you came along. 

What started with notes on coffee cups, lingering touches, and an impulsive kiss has turned into something neither of you can live without now. You're dependent on each other, on the intimacy and the touch of the other. Your heartbeats speak to each other and align whenever you are near. It has become a special bond that seemingly nothing can break, no matter how big or small the secrets between you are, and it grows stronger every day. Trust grows with need, and you feel yourself sinking deeper into the pit of an endless emotion that captures your heart and gives most of it to Michael. 

You run your fingers through his beard, feeling the soft strands between your fingertips. “Nervous?” you ask. 

“Yeah,” he whispers. 

You continue to caress his cheek, tracing gentle circles with your thumb. “You're going to do great, darling. You've got this.” Wiping a stray tear from the corner of his eyes, you smile at him. “Hey... I have a feeling things will work out in your favor.”

He leans into your touch. “Mmm.”

 You give his beard a playful tug, eliciting a small chuckle from him. “There he is,” you say. “My man.”

He shudders at the title you give him, but he’s not complaining. He likes the thought of being solely yours. Your man. And you’re his girl, his good girl, but he also loves to be your man. There is something gentle yet possessive about the way you say it, and it lifts his spirits. 

You both look up when his name is being called across the hallway. Ava stands in the doorway of her office, leaning against the doorframe as she looks at you sitting in the waiting area. She carries a small smile, almost as if she’s trying to tell you that she knew you had something going on and that you can’t deny it anymore now, but you couldn’t have cared less.

You press a kiss on Michael’s lips. “For good luck,” you tell him.

He leans down to kiss you once, then decides to do it a second time because three sounds like a lucky number to him. Squeezing your hand, he forces a smile and makes his way toward Ava’s office, the folder clutched tightly in his right hand. 

Your heart beats out of your chest, but you try to stay positive. Ava is a good person and after hearing him out, she will have no choice but to hire him. You want nothing more than to see his eyes light up when he realizes someone else is willing to give him a chance, and you want nothing more for him than to get a chance at a semi-normal life with his daughter. So you stay seated, flipping through a magazine as you keep repeating a mantra of hopes and dreams in your mind, all directed toward Michael and the amazing man you know he is. 

He’s yours and he deserves the world. More than, even. You want to provide him with that. You want him to be happy, and while the fight might be a hard one, you’re not planning on going anywhere, either. You’re here to stay, and you believe wholeheartedly that things will take a turn for the better. 

Inside the office, Michael isn’t quite sure where to go with himself. Ava offers him a drink from her collection at her desk.

“I’m grand, thanks,” he says. 

“Sit,” she tells him. “Make yourself comfortable, Michael– Can I call you Michael?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Great. I’m Ava.”

“Nice to meet ya.”

“Likewise.”

She lowers herself in her chair. He does the same opposite from her. The desk is made out of fine wood, but the colors in her office are mismatched; it’s a very human touch for someone so successful and has become successful so quickly. He researched, and she is not someone to be messed with. 

“I was going to ask the typical questions like, did you get here fine? How’s the parking situation? But it seems like you had a chauffeur.”

He nods. “Yeah, I did. I don’t… I don’t have my license,” he says.

“That’s okay,” says Ava. “I don’t mind. I also don’t mind that you were eating my employee’s face just a few moments ago. I don’t care about all of that. What I care about is you and what you have to offer me. Because let’s be honest here for a second, Michael, there is a lot to talk about.”

She’s not one to beat around the bush. He appreciates her gentle yet earnest honesty. It’s a gentle breeze among the heat of passive-aggressiveness that seems to have become the standard in society.  

Her fingers expertly flip through the documents he provided. She skims over his application form, noting down some of the attributes as he waits. When she reaches his CV and sees the record of his time in prison, she halts. 

Ava mentions your name before she says, “Well, she already told me what the deal with you is. That you were in prison for eight years, on what charges, and… It’s what I can see here, too. So it wasn’t a lie or overstatement, but it also wasn’t an understatement. You plead guilty to manslaughter, not homicide, and you struck a deal?”

Michael’s fist around the armrest of his chair tightens. “Yeah,” he says, “that’s right.” His voice hovers barely above a faint whisper. 

“Mhm… And you worked for the car dealership your sister-in-law works at?”

“I’ll be honest with ya, it only sounds good on paper. I just… I washed cars fer a few days, nothin’ much, and it was just because my solicitor… well if ya look closer, you can see I have a, uh, daughter? Yeah. I needed ta get a job after gettin’ out fer… for her.”

“Oh, yeah, your girlfriend also told me about that part. You’re trying to get custody, right?”

“Visitation rights first, then custody, that’s right.”

“And I imagine that’s hard with what happened eight years ago,” she says, and it’s more of a statement than an actual question. 

He nods. Even though she is repeating the open facts, and they are facts that would scare many people away, he can’t make out any kind of judgment in her tone. She’s weary, sure, but she doesn’t judge him the way others do. He has heard from other convicts that getting a job after getting out is the hardest part. Everyone wants you to get back on your feet, but not that many people are willing to take a chance on you after spending so much time in prison, and depending on what you were charged with to even get you there, employers also react differently. 

Michael remembers what you said about her giving second chances and believing in her employees even though she might be strict sometimes, and he sees the same humanity you mentioned right in front of him now. It takes some of his anxiety, allowing him to fall further into his chair. 

She sighs before placing the folder aside and leaning forward. “Michael,” she says. “Okay, I am not one to sugarcoat things. Your past looks bad, and I know what the Kinsellas do. I’m not a complete idiot. I know what your family is capable of, and from what I’ve read about your priors, I’m well aware of what you are capable of. There is a certain sense of danger that comes with who you are, and I have a very successful business here…”

He braces himself for the disappointment he told you he always expects. He’s waiting for her to tell him she can’t give him the job, and then he will move on. He doesn’t know how because it feels like this is the only attempt he has left, but he will find a way. And if he can't find anything, he can always still bury himself in self-pity and accept that he is losing Anna – If he hasn’t lost her for good already. 

But then Ava raises her finger. “However,” she adds, “I don’t think that is the whole story, and I am not here to judge,” she says. “I would never do that because I know how hard it is to get back on your feet after living through hell. You don’t sound like a bad person and I trust your girlfriend’s judgment. She is one of the best employees I have and I value her. I don’t often show it, but she is incredible. So when she says you are worth taking a chance on, I will at least consider it.”

She catches him off guard. Praising you is one thing, he gets that, but you praised him so highly, it compelled her to hear him out, and from the sound of it, you tried hard. You fought for him to get this interview. He’s flabbergasted, and his heart stops for just a moment. Could this be… hope? 

“I, um…” he begins, but no words come out of his dry throat. 

Ava adjusts her position, taking the application form instead. “Let’s talk about you,” she says. 

“But–”

“You’re a Kinsella? Okay. I don’t care. As long as you fit the description of a good employee for my café… I’m gonna be honest with you; no danger, good work, and that’s all I need. I want to know who you are, Michael,” she says. “And I’ll make my decision then, totally unbiased, but let me tell you that you have to thank your girlfriend for my understanding because if it had been anyone else, I would have stayed with my initial answer of saying ‘no’ to you.”

“I…” he clears his throat. It is a lot to take in, but he can’t make himself look like a fool now that he is about to melt into a puddle on the floor. “I can’t thank you enough,” Michael manages to say, finally. 

“Nonsense. Thank me when we’re done here.”

“Of course, ma’am.”

“Ava,” she corrects him. 

Maybe she wants him to call her by her first name because she doesn’t want to feel old. But she’s the opposite of that. She must be middle-aged by now; a very young, successful woman with a whole future ahead of her. She is a great role model and she has built an empire for herself. He notes that down as impressive. When he googled her, he found himself gasping once or twice at her accomplishments, and she grows even more influential with every word she speaks to him now.

She looks back down at his application. “So, you’re good with your hands?” she asks. 

“Yeah,” he nods, “I would say I have some… handyman skills.”

“Mhm. Interesting. And you’re good with people?”

“Comes with the territory.”

“Kinsella territory?”

He smiles shyly. He should really think before he speaks next time. “I’m not sure which answer is the right one,” he admits.

“The one that’s the truth.”

“Well, then yeah, Kinsella territory, but–“

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me,” Ava cuts him off. She flips the page of his application, once again going through his experiences and education before returning to the person at hand.

She reads for a while, and Michael gets uneasy again. She made such a great speech, but she could still change her mind; she didn’t say he was hired, she merely said she was willing to take a closer look at him, and that’s what she’s doing. She’s carefully checking every last crevice she can find in the documents, contemplating, and the silence is slowly driving him insane.

Finally, she speaks up again. “You don’t have a lot of experience, Michael, but you do have some things to show for yourself,” she says.

“I- I do?” Seeming insecure during a job interview is usually a death sentence, but he’s already too deep in it to pull out now. 

“You’ve had good grades, your personality is great… and you’re a family man, and that’s where you get me.”

“What?”

“I know what it’s like to lose a child,” she says, and he can see a glimmer of vulnerability shining through her facade. But as fast as it appeared, it’s gone again. “So I understand what you’re feeling and what you’re fighting for, and the way you’re fighting tells me you’re not a bad father. You just made bad choices. You paid your price for it. It’s not entirely water under the bridge because you committed a very serious crime, but you are trying, so it’s getting there.”

Ava doesn’t know him, but she believes he is a good father. He’s heard it from Birdy, sometimes his brother, and back then, his wife. He heard it from you, too, but Ava doesn’t know him, and it feels like a damn good compliment.

He runs a hand through his hair. “Ya think so?” he asks.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Well, thank you, Ava, I–“

“There is this thing called redemption,” she murmurs.

He shuts his mouth and listens to her.

“There are those who are worthy of it, and there are those who are not. I don’t get to judge that; a court doesn’t get to judge that… I’m not religious. I believe in a different higher power, and I believe that everyone will eventually get what’s coming for them. That includes redemption. Even though redemption is something you have to fight for, I can tell you that you seem to have the determination for it, and that’s why you deserve a chance,” she says. “To redeem yourself. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t want to redeem yourself, and some higher power put things in place for your path to end here. And you deserve a chance.”

His brown eyes meet hers, still unsure and a little in disbelief. 

Ava lets out a sigh and takes a different document that doesn’t come from his pile. From the looks of it, it is a schedule. 

“With what you’re willing to offer, I’d say a five-day week would work just fine. We have an early and a late shift, the salary is slightly above minimum wage – about two Euros, to be exact – and you get paid vacation and overtime,” she tells him. “And if you prove that you’re willing to try, I won’t have a problem whipping up a report for a judge that showcases how much you’re ready to try. But for that, you have to fight, and you have to impress me. Like you did today, you must continue doing so throughout your time with us. That’s probably the most important condition, and that’s what this job depends on.”

His head is screaming a million different things. 

“If you agree with all of that,” – she slides a stack of papers toward him on the desk – “Sign here,” she says. 

Michael stares at the contract first, then at the woman before him. “I… I don’t even know wha’ to say,” he murmurs.

She smiles at him. “I know it may be hard to believe, but you’re hired.”

“I am?”

“Yes. If you sign the contract, I’m willing to take a chance on you, Michael, and I suggest you better start believing in your abilities because you have impressed me, and that is not something many people manage to do.” 

He wished for this to happen, but he never saw it coming. 

You’re still flipping through the magazine when the door down the hallway opens. You look up. 

Michael shakes Ava’s hand on his way out. You can’t read his expression. He looks pale, a little sweaty, maybe, and his hand is shaking around the folder. The crease between his eyebrows is deep, but his eyes also have never been wider. He approaches you, and his expression reminds you of a rock. You’re not sure if this a good or a bad thing, but you’re worried it might be the latter. 

Placing the magazine aside, you quickly get up and meet him halfway. “And?” you ask, trying to sound as hopeful as possible. You want to be supportive, but if Ava said no, you know you wouldn’t hesitate to storm her office. 

He licks his lips, meeting your eyes, and something opens in them. Something opens in his heart and the butterflies come flying out together with an overwhelming sense of relief, and he falls into your arms. 

“I got it,” he breathes. “I got the job.”

You take a moment to process his reaction, but when you do, a grin breaks out on your face, and you feel his relief mingle with your own. You hug him back, holding him close to you as you sigh. 

“Oh, thank God! I’m so proud of you,” you say. “So, so proud of you.”

He likes hearing it coming out of your mouth.

Michael squeezes you tighter. He owes this to you. All of this, he owes it to you. This is your doing. You got him this job. Your endless devotion, your words, and your kindness got him a second chance and a stronger foundation. You fought for him when no one else would. You were there for him when he needed someone the most because the people around him only expected him to take care of everyone else around him, and he doesn’t even know how to begin to thank you for everything you have done in such a short amount of time.

“I love ya,” he blurts out. 

Well, shit. Was that what he meant to say? His brain backfires. It slips out of him before he can stop it, and now it’s too late to take it back.

But he doesn’t want to take it back, does he? 

“I…” Michael stares at your face, your eyes just as wide as his, and he’s not sure why, but he says it again, a lot softer this time. “I love you,” he whispers.

And it’s the truth. He does. He does love you. He’s not sure if he’s in love with you, but what he feels can’t be anything but love, and it is so scary but so rewarding to know you fought so hard for him; it’s not just him fighting this battle alone anymore, you are in it together. You’re saving each other every day, and there may still be so many things left unsaid between you, but he is willing to try. 

He loves you. And right now, he is so high on adrenaline, he could shout it from the rooftops. 

Your eyebrows furrow. Your train of thought is a mess. One second, he is holding you and telling you he got the job, and the next he is staring deep into your eyes with his beautiful hazel eyes and he tells you that he loves you.

You.

Michael Kinsella loves you. Not just anyone. He loves you. 

Three words have never been harder to process. 

As Michael’s words hang in the air, time slows down until it comes to a sudden stop. 

Love. It’s a powerful and profound emotion. You realized the same thing not long ago, but you refused to think about it because it was too much. To face the truth felt entirely too much before, but now he’s standing before you, declaring his love for you, and you’re standing at the same crossroads again – this time though, one path seems to shine brighter than the others. 

You never expected to hear those words from him, not so soon, anyway. You aren’t even sure how to navigate your relationship yet. You don’t know everything about each other. You bonded emotionally, and you grew closer together. Your hearts intertwined. An invisible string connects you, body and soul, and that is something magical, but also terrifying for people who have been afraid of commitment long before – like you and partly like him. You’re both scarred from battle. You are both broken, but you complete each other somehow. That’s valuable, isn’t it? 

The words are raw and honest, and spoken from his very core to yours. 

You gaze into his eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or regret. Instead, you see nothing but sincerity and a flicker of fear mixed with hope. 

Do you love him? Can you love him back? Can you believe him or is he just high on adrenaline and doesn’t know what he’s saying?

But you have poured so much love into him already, and he gave back graciously. You have started opening up only just a little, only giving a glimpse of who you are, but he is patient with you, and he stayed when you thought no one would. In return, you did the same for him. You may have hesitated, but only for the shortest of moments. Looking at him, it should have been clear to you that letting him go would never be an option you could seriously consider. 

It’s taking and giving, and you seem to have specialized in it. He is what you need and you are what he needs; two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly without any space in between to fulfill the picture. 

At that moment, you realize that love is not something to be analyzed or dissected. It’s something to be felt, even if it hurts sometimes. It all adds up. 

You cradle his face in your hands. “Michael,” you whisper.

He whispers your name back. 

“I love you too,” you say. 

And it feels like a weight has been finally lifted off your chest. 

Michael shudders. “You do?” he asks.

“Yeah, I do… so much.”

“It’s not… I’m not dreamin’?”

“No.”

“Jesus fuckin’–“ He pulls you in by the waist and kisses you as hard as he can, his lips sure to leave bruises on yours, but as you stand in the fancy office building in each other’s arms, lips tightly intertwined, you don’t care about anything else but him. 

Love has a way of making everything else fade away, leaving only the two of you in a realm of your own.

When the need for oxygen becomes greater, you pull away. Your breath fans across his face as you rest your foreheads together, his arms still wrapped tightly around your waist. You feel safe with him, and he is safe with you. 

You chuckle breathlessly, stroking your hands through his now messy hair. Gone is the effort he put in. You try to fix the strands, but it’s of no use. And you like him better with his hair a little messy, anyway. 

“That was… wow,” you say. “I expected a lot, but not this. You surprised me.”

Michael brushes a loose strand of hair out of your face as he says, “Yeah, I… I’m not sure what came over me, but when I saw yer face there, I… I just… I couldn’t hold it back anymore.”

You smile, a faint blush finding its way to your cheeks as the blood rushes to your head. It’s a happy flush, not one of embarrassment. You’re feeling so many emotions at once, it’s hard to pinpoint, but you swear this must be what happiness feels like. It’s a taste of it but you can’t get enough now.

“Bein’ with you, hearing ‘bout how you fought fer me and believed in me, it changed somethin’ in my heart,” Michael says, “And I am so thankful…”

You can tell he’s trying to find the right words while also trying not to cry, and you find yourself holding his face again. 

He squeezes his eyes shut, your touch burning and yet soothing the same ache at the same time. “I never thought I could feel like tha’ again,” he admits. “To have someone who sees me, who loves me for who I am, scars and all. It’s… it’s somethin’ I’ve longed for, and I didn’t even realize it ‘til now.”

“You showed me colors I couldn’t see with anyone else,” you say, your thumb circling his cheekbone. “You’ve given me a sense of belonging that I haven’t felt in a very long time. I doubt I have ever felt it like that, either. And I am grateful every day that you decided to walk into that fuckin’ café that day. I mean, others would walk straight past it, especially when they just got out of prison and couldn’t think straight, but you came in, and I am so glad you did.”

He nods. “If I hadn’t…” He doesn’t even want to think about what would have happened if he had decided to just keep sulking and walk the streets alone. 

His hazel eyes meet yours, and in that shared gaze, you both know that this is a sentence neither of you wants to finish because it’s a hypothetical in the past that is never going to take place. After all, you are here now because he made that decision, and you are so happy that he did. 

He nuzzles his nose against yours. “Go out with me tonight,” he says.

“Go out?” you ask. “Like, on a date?”

“Yeah, a– a date.” He blushes this time, which also makes you blush.

“You mean like having a drink together?”

“No, I mean a real date. Let me take ya out,” he says. “Please?”

It sounds too good to be true. Maya is alright. You still need to get her out of there someday soon, but she’s alright for now, and she’s alive. Michael is here with you, he now has a job and he’s got a chance at getting his daughter back, or at least better chances now, and you’re somewhat happy again after you weren’t for a moment, but you fought your way back to the surface.

Michael loves you and you love him, and now he wants to go on a date. Maybe you are living in a romance novel, after all. Or maybe you should write it, surprise everyone and change lives because it feels too good to be true, but something that feels so good can’t be wrong. 

You nod with a soft smile. You can’t resist him even if you tried. “Okay,” you say. “I’ll go out with you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

Michael captures your lips, and that’s all the confirmation you need to wrap your arms around his neck once more and indulge him. 

“I love ya,” he breathes hotly against your lips and it feels like a fever dream to be able to say it back. 

“I love you,” you tell him. 

“Keep sayin’ tha’ and ya’ll boost my ego.”

“If that happened, you would not be able to fit anything on your head ever again.”

“That’s rude,” he says. “Yer head is way bigger than mine.”

With a giggle, you bite his lip and kiss him more forcefully this time. “Shut up.” 

‘I love you’ isn’t such a bad thing to hear, after all. 

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[firestorm-fox]

since I have to wait even longer now, I'm gonna share some theroies

first, the synopsis: Shadow the Hedgehog is off on a solo-adventure where he finds himself in an old isolated village away from the modern world. As strange happenings begin to occur, he finds haunting clues that point to a dark secret not only in the town but among the villagers who inhabit it. Can Shadow escape their clutches and unravel the dark secrets of the village?

second, observations:

the flowers are black with red stripes like Shadow, the shape reminiscent of Doom's Eye; if they're a specific species, idk what they are, except maybe lilies but they don't look exactly like those

candles are featured in two covers; candles are often lit in remembrance for the dead but could also point to "away from the modern world" if they don't have electricity

spooky pumpkin and the spiky fence pieces could point to the village being around Pumpkin Hill

yellow Chaos Emerald specifically, which Shadow had in Shadow Generations (possibly the fake emerald)

drawing of Shadow with more Black Arms like features and a red X over it

the Moon is oddly whole for some reason unless it's just the Ark looking like the Moon

the pile of stuff in RI cover has a vague bird-shape to it, which was prominent in Black Arms

general spooky imaginary reminiscent of monster movies, esp of the vampire variety

now, the theories:

backwards village people who hate Shadow because of his Black Arms heritage, explaining why the drawing shows more of that

a cult that worships the Black Arms, explaining the drawing as they wouldn't like Shadow for defeating Black Doom

a remnant of Black Arms that managed to survive and are secretly living in this spooky town that was abandoned by the previous residents, wearing fully covering monk-like clothes to hide their identity and are somehow blocking Shadow's ability to sense them (he sensed their presence in the Black Comet, tho not right away)

Eclipse is back and drew Shadow like that because he's angry with him for obvious reasons (Shadow is literally eclipsing the Moon in one cover and the other cover with the Moon has stuff in front of it too)

[sabi0229]

The way i started to clap like a happy child.

luv u 😌 lmao

Your on top

I appreciate u so much @sabi0229

[stormbound58]

Jurassic World: Chaos Theroy Countdown! 🦕

Since the last poll, the majority answered (by ranked) that Brookynn's Faked Death is:

Top Answered: Captured and Forced to Work with the Bad Guys.

2nd: A Fakeout and Spying inside the Bad Guy's base of operation.

3rd: Brooklynn is just Captured.

Thou, Throughout all the sneak peaks Dreamworks been teasing us, along with the Trailer, the Nublar 6 Interview-Magz, etc. There are many small details I've found, but I'll skip that fn and put it on my Conspiracy Board. And with the Start of JWCT Countdown, and this time.

What intrigues me the most is the Allosaurus with a Blind Eye.

I have a theory that Whoever's hunting down the Camp Fam are using the JW:Dominion Atrociraptors, but also Brunette (Becklespinax) and this specific Allosaurus.

Judging by the upper torso design. This would be a Female Character. My friend Speculates this was Brooklynn commanding the Atrociraptors via whistle, as shown in the trailer. But What'd y'all think?

[swan2swan]

It took me a while to navigate through my excitement and actually start to process things, but...

...is it possible for this to not be set simultaneously to Dominion?

There's an Allosaurus and a Carnotaurus rampaging through the streets. The underground is on fire. There's even a Dimorphodon flying off with the guy's scooter.

How many times can there be a mass breakout on Malta?

[thepiratefish]

YEARN TO WATCH CHAOS THEROY BUT ALAS.... NIGHTTIME..........

Can't even look up art otherwise ima get spoilered..... SIGH