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juliasgoodusername · 1 year

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Sometimes a girl has to go a little crazy. Sometimes a girl has to make a book-accurate floorplan for 300 Fox Way. These things just happen, sometimes.

Obsessive annotations under the cut ✨ but be warned, there's a LOT

Exterior

Okay first of all, I'm no architect, and my only knowledge comes from work experience in the real estate industry + a lot of Sims. The style is sort of neo-rural French colonial. I didn't set out to adhere to that standard so much as I made an amalgamation of homes in Blue Ridge Mountains-adjacent towns in Virginia. Specifically, my headcanon Henrietta template is Orange, VA (I'll save that explanation for another post) so I took inspiration from real estate listings from there.

Alright alright I know there is supposed to be one bathroom, but I simply can't tolerate that in a house with 6+ residents. I can't. There was a possible contradiction in the descriptions of "the single shared bathroom" that I used as an excuse to add a 3/4 bath, and I threw in a powder room for free. Because technically there is still only one full bathroom! But seriously with that many women over 30 most of them probably have IBS or chronic constipation and I'm not making them all share a toilet.

Officially we only have 4 bedrooms listed in text: Blue's, Persephone's, Maura's, and Calla and Jimi's shared one. Everyone else gets rooms that don't qualify as bedrooms via Virginia residential building codes (such as the attic, obviously, which falls below the combined ceiling height and square footage requirements). That really just leaves Orla unaccounted for but I'll get to that later. Other aunts and friends seem to visit during the day and live somewhere else, because in The Raven King only Jimi and Orla were described as needing to move out of the house during the demon stuff.

I designed the entire interior floorplan before I even touched the exterior, so there's a few issues, like how I'm totally missing shutters on the windows that functionally need them most. 🫶 I didn't feel like making the windows smaller to fit them, and I could have added faux-shutters but I think those are stupid. 😘

First floor

"This house is lovely. So many walls. So, so many walls," Malory said as Blue entered the living room a little later.

- Blue Lily, Lily Blue, Chapter 30

Right off the bat, we have an insane number of doors and walls. Old colonial houses are pretty much the opposite of open concept. Functionally I believe that's because it's easier to control heat with closed off rooms, but Virginia is not particularly cold so idk. As for the number of doors, I mean....😤😤😤 I prefer archways/doorless frames in small high-traffic spaces, but every time I thought I could get away with it Maggie would specifically describe doors opening and closing (For example BL,LB Ch 41 gives the reading room double doors, and even the living room gets one in Ch 11. What kind of living room needs a door???). I'm actually missing one of the doorways described in canon, but if you know which one I'm talking about I DARE you to find a place to put that thing!! But I digress.

“Mom," she said as she jumped down the crooked stairs.

- The Raven Boys, Chapter 3

I'm liberally using "crooked" to establish the corner turn stairs. Blue steadies herself on the stair railing when she identifies Gansey for the first time (TRB Ch 15), so I wanted the stairs to have good visual access to visitors. It also sort of has a feng shui-ish effect of separating the public and private energy zones in the house. If that statement made zero sense, I think one of us doesn't know enough about feng shui 👀 and it might be me.

I'm also using that quote to establish Maura's room downstairs, if Blue generally expects to find her mother there, but mostly because everything else was upstairs and it was getting hard to fit. Granted, at one point Blue leads the boys "up the stairs to Maura's bedroom" (TDT Epilogue) but since they were just arriving at 300 Fox Way those stairs could easily be the outdoor ones. There's a handful of little things to support me here, such as Adam grabbing a scrying bowl from Maura's room to use in the reading room (BL,LB Ch 41) implying that her room was the closest place to find one. And speaking of Maura's room-

Calla was overwhelmed by how much shit Maura had in her room at 300 Fox Way, and she told Blue this.

... The mess was taking years from her life. ... Maura liked chaos.

... The psychic hotline rang in the room next door. Calla's concentration fluttered away.

- Blue Lily, Lily Blue, Prologue

Maura is my favorite hypocrite. She claims to detest clutter (TRB Ch 34) and yet her room is literally described as chaos. She probably treats her room like a college student and moves the furniture every time she gets bored/stressed. Thus, I gave her the most insane furniture configuration I could think of while still matching all the contents described.

The phone ringing next door might imply that she neighbors the phone/sewing/cat room, but that area is pretty well described and Maura's room is never mentioned there in any other instance. That leaves us with the kitchen phone (TRB Ch 27) which I put in the hallway with kitchen access as a compromise so it would technically still be in a room next to Maura's.

In the reading room, the man looked around with clinical interest. His gaze passed over the candles, the potted plants, the incense burners, the elaborate dining room chandelier, the rustic table that dominated the room, the lace curtains, and finally landed on a framed photograph of Steve Martin.

- The Raven Boys, Chapter 13

There are so many quotes about the reading room that I just don't feel like citing them, but other details include the mismatched chairs, the shelves, doors etc. It's also described specifically as Maura's "front room" (TRB Prologue) so it's one of the cornerstones that I designed the rest of the layout around. Because of the plants, it makes sense that this room would be south-facing too. (Although idk how much light they get with the wraparound porch awning in the way. Oops lol!)

The outside suddenly seemed vivid in comparison to the dim kitchen. The April-bright trees pressed against the windows of the breakfast area, ...

- The Raven Boys, Chapter 3

Blue Stormed into 300 Fox Way's kitchen and began a one-sided interrogation with Artemus, who was still hidden behind the closed storage closet door.

- The Raven King, Chapter 9

Likewise, I'm using the particularly dim kitchen to place it on the north side, where we also know there's trees in the backyard.

I'll say the kitchen layout is weirder than it strictly needed to be because in the Virginia homes I referenced I adored all the strange kitchens, especially with old timey 'servants area' vibes where laundry kitchen and pantry are all connected. Instead of a kitchen island, they get one of those rolling kitchen carts which I doubled as a bar cart for the drinks they have in the living room.

The kitchen has a doorway to the hall (TRB Ch 13) and the living room is within view when Blue's on the kitchen phone (Ch 27).

Speaking of chapter 27, that's when we get the description "The morning light through the windows turned the drinks a brilliant, translucent yellow." So I put the living room on the east side of the house, where the rising sun would cast really strong light like that.

Second Floor

When she woke up, her normally morning-bright room had the breath-held dimness of afternoon. In the next room over, Orla was talking to either her boyfriend or to one of the psychic hotline callers.

- The Raven Boys, Chapter 3

Blue headed toward the red-painted door at the end of the hall. On her way, she had to pass the frenzy of activity in the Phone/Sewing/Cat Room and the furious battle for the bathroom. The room behind the red door belonged to Persephone, ...

- The Raven Boys, Chapter 11

Blue's room and the Phone/Sewing/Cat room are our cornerstones for this floor. In several examples we know that the Phone/Sewing/Cat room faces the street and has a window (TRB Ch 15, BL,LB Ch 4). While Blue's room is "morning-bright," we also get descriptions of guests at the front door "backlit by the evening sun," (TRB Ch 15) so once again we're probably talking about south windows if it's sunlit at both times of day.

Adam sat awkwardly on the edge of Blue's bed. It felt strange to have so easily gained access to a girl's bed- room. If you knew Blue at all, the room was unsurprising - canvas silhouettes of trees stuck to the walls, leaves hanging in chains from the ceiling fan, a bird with a talk bubble reading WORMS FOR ALL painted above a shelf cluttered with buttons and about nine different pairs of scissors. Against the wall, Blue self-consciously taped up the drooping branch on one of the trees.

- The Dream Thieves, Chapter 49

We get some great descriptions of Blue's room (especially TRB Ch 43), although the above one is my favorite (#wormsforall). Every piece of furniture is accounted for exactly as described except the desk which I added because it seemed practical, and Blue is nothing if not practical™.

Persephone's room is also very well-described, all the way down to the furniture and lighting placement (BL,LB Ch 4 and TRB Ch 11) and it's surprisingly similar to Blue's room, if not a bit smaller. Her room gets strong afternoon sunlight, so I put it on the south too (BL,LB Ch 43).

Calla and Jimi share a room that's also upstairs (TRK Ch 16). Because they are the only two who have to share a room, I have justified that it must be the "master bedroom" (sorry for using that term) and is far bigger than the other bedrooms. I managed to fit two queen beds in there, but some scholars [me] would argue that Jimi and Calla might also share a bed because they are in love. Can you prove me wrong? No, you can't.

As for the bathroom, remember when I mentioned a possible contradiction? Famously, Maura draws the ley line symbol in the steamed up shower door (TRB Ch 1). However, much later we get Maura, Orla, Calla and Jimi all sitting in the bathtub for some kind of ritual (TRK Ch 9). No matter how I picture it, I can't put 4 full grown women in a bathtub together without someone partially sitting on/spilling over the side. But that would be impossible in a combo bath/shower enclosed by glass doors!! Thus, I gave The Bathroom a nice tub and put a small shower in the en suite of Jimi and Calla's room. I know this is a stretch but I don't really care.

Attic

Blue had never been a big fan of the attic, even before Neeve moved in. Numerous slanting roof lines provided dozens of opportunities to hit your head on a sloping ceiling. Unfinished wood floorboards and areas patched with prickly plywood were unfriendly to bare feet. Summer turned the attic into an inferno.

... In one of the narrow dormers, two full-length, footed mirrors faced each other, reflecting mirrored images back and forth at each other in perpetuum.

- The Raven Boys, Chapter 34

Trying to fit the attic access in after everything in the second floor was my biggest challenge, because stairs normally take up a lot of space and you have to be careful about head room. I'm the end, I decided it was one of those fold out attic doors that you have to reach from the ceiling of the hallway. We might get a lot of instances of the attic door being opened (😤 seriously, Maggie... 😤) but technically a trap door in the ceiling is still a door!

Dormers pretty much cemented the French colonial style for me. And you know the drill by now: a hot room probably means a lot of sun, which means I give it a south facing window!

Mud Room/Cellar/Basement

This cellar has absolutely zero mention in the text, but my justification is based in the architecture. So far we've got a funky old colonial house, built without a garage, lots of walls etc. Especially in a low-income/semi-rural area, it's not crazy to assume that 300 Fox Way was built before most residents had refrigerators (1930s-40s). Besides iceboxes, a major way to keep food fresh was root cellars. Modern renovations for old homes convert these to concrete basements, but that's why the basement is so small and connects to the kitchen.

My headcanon is that Orla originally shared a room. Pick whoever you want: Maura, Blue or Persephone, any of them would easily be such a chaotic roommate that Orla snapped and in a fit of teen girl rage moved herself down to the crummy dark basement. Over time, she made efforts to glamorize it, such as a vintage dressing screen to hide the flood drainage pump. The privacy also allows her to bring boyfriends over, even sneaking them through the mud room.

This is really just my artistic license, but I swear it makes a surprising amount of sense in context. There's cases of Orla sneaking into the kitchen (easier if she has a back entrance) and she's almost always using the phone upstairs or in the kitchen (because a basement would get bad reception) even though her calls get kinda ~intimate.

Aaaaaand I think that's everything. Sorry it doesn't look like the photo from the wiki at all, but I couldn't find a source for it and Victorian style wasn't super common in the areas I researched. Let me know if I missed anything major! I'll probably cry myself to sleep if so.

#happy hyperfixation friday everyone #January was a weird month for me ngl this was one of my more hinged projects if you can believe it #please don't let this flop tho like this definitely took longer than any drawing I've ever posted here #trc #the raven cycle #the raven cycle fanart #300 Fox Way #Blue Sargent #the raven boys #my art #trc unraveled

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esamastation · 6 months

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Part thirty-one of Shizuroth, aka, the SOLDIER General's Self Saving Shizun.

Ao3 link.

Previous parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty

They've landed in Wutai after a frankly miserable plane ride in a windowless, seat-less troop carrier - which, why even call it a troop carrier when it's clearly not designed to be carrying people? The thing is filled with boxes and stuff, there was barely enough room to move!

Guess that's what happens with last minute takeoffs - you get what you get.

The first few minutes onboard were fine and kinda novel - being on a plane at all was kind of a mind trip, because, heh, plane, Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky, eat your heart out! But then it became just hours upon hours of boredom in a rattling tube of metal. Sword flying is clearly a superior mode of transport.

"We will have your things delivered to wherever you're going to be staying," Reno says, waving them off the plane, hiis attention fixed on one of the bigger boxes. "Rude, come give me a hand with this…"

"We should -" Rude starts to say, looking at the SOLDIERs.

"Yeah, yeah, now come give me a hand with this."

Angeal gives them an awkward, slightly relieved smile and then claps Sephiroth on the shoulder. "We better get out of the way," he says, and together they exit the plane.

Sephiroth had been bracing himself for a warfront, Angeal had even told him what to expect, but he… didn't actually know what that entailed.

Shinra troops had taken over a small town at the foot of Tamblin Mountain sometime in the past and are now using it as their forward base. That's where they land - in a dirt runway cut into the forest, just by the town. And it's…

It reminds him of old movies, the mixture of vaguely mixed Asian style buildings, with these modern canvas tents pitched in between them and on the roads. There are trucks that totally aren't jeeps that have worn grooves into soft streets, unprepared for such traffic, making everything messy and muddy. They've erected fences all over the place, sectioning parts off, and there are floodlights everywhere. There's also robots patrolling the place.

In the distance, on the rolling hills somewhere to the west, there are rice paddies and behind them mountains. All around them there's a lush wall of green that looks almost like a rainforest. It actually might be rainforest! It would fit the allegory!

The mental, ethnic vertigo is so strong for a moment that Sephiroth doesn't know which way to turn to look. He doesn't know what to think. Mostly he just feels kinda… unnerved.

Angeal returns to his side before he even realises he'd gone somewhere. "I talked to the Colonel. Come on," Angeal says, clapping him on the shoulder. "They've set up a place for us. We'll… debrief there."

"... Hn," Sephiroth answers, and follows him.

There's a lot of Shinra troops milling about, infantry mostly, but some SOLDIER Seconds and Thirds too. They all stop to stare. Some of them look excited, but most just look tired and dirty and worn.

Sephiroth wonders if the Colonel is in charge of them. Actually, it might be that they're now in charge of everyone here! They're SOLDIERs First Class. Isn't that the highest rank? He can't remember if Sephiroth being a General was fanon or canon, but hasn't he been involved with the war since the beginning?

Would he have to give orders now, orders to march, to fight… to kill?

Angeal shows him to a house that was clearly someone's home before Shinra took the place over. It's a single room with tatami floors and rice paper walls, and the military bunks clash with the aesthetic horribly. Their pillows are clearly seat cushions.

There's a fancy looking kimono stand that's being used to hang bags and ammo satchels.

"What happened to the people who lived here?" Sephiroth can't help but ask, staring at the stand and wondering where the kimono had gone.

"They abandoned the town ahead of the troops," Angeal says.

Sephiroth looks at him and then at the room. Did they really, or is that a nicer thought than they were all executed? "... Right," he says and picks up the seat cushions from the bunk, piling them up in the corner - wondering if there was a table here, and what happened to it.

"Are you alright?" Angeal asks.

Probably not! "What's our mission here?" Sephiroth asks, picking up bags and satchels from the stand and carrying them outside.

"... We have a day to acclimate. After that, there's a number of things that need to be accomplished," Angeal says, subdued, and takes out his phone. "We can start slow - there's no major engagements being planned just now, no one will mind."

"Mn, and what does starting slow mean?" Sephiroth asks, as he picks up stuff around the hut and gets rid of it.

"Well, there's a number of monster extermination requests around here - Wutai wildlife is high-level, and it's rumoured that they're being intentionally bred by Wutai people. They've been attacking patrols."

Sephiroth gets rid of most of the random crap in the hut and then considers the bunk beds. They're ugly and probably unpleasant, but… they have to sleep somewhere.

It takes just one swing of Masamune to improve the situation immensely.

"Um," Angeal says as Sephiroth finishes separating the beds and moves one of them to the other side of the hut. "... Why?"

"I am not sleeping in a bunk bed," Sephiroth says simply and looks around. "... Do you think they have folding screens around here?"

Angeal arches his brows. "I don't know for sure. I suppose we could ask around? I think there's a storage house where they've put the collected, um," he clears his throat. "Things that will be sent to Midgar eventually. Maybe we can requisition some of it."

Things to be sent to Midgar… that's nice. That's a nice way to say the spoils of war, huh.

Sephiroth looks away. It's the way of war, he knows that, nothing unusual about it. It happened in PIDW too - cut out all the smut and stupidity, and all Binghe did was plunder and loot and pillage. When he wasn't being handed tributes, anyway. It's just par for the course! Right? Right…

"You…" Angeal starts and then sighs and puts the phone away. "How about I'll go get a screen for you, if there's any available. Do you want anything else?" He sounds very indulgent and understanding.

"Two screens. And a table," Sephiroth says without facing him, feeling like a sullen little kid being placated. "... Thank you. Can you ask someone to get rid of the - stuff outside?"

"I'll take care of it," Angeal promises. "You just… take a moment to make yourself comfortable, okay? There's no rush."

Aka, pull yourself together, man, you're looking really pitiful right now. Thanks, Angeal-bro.

Sephiroth's waits until Angeal is gone before sinking down to sit on one of the beds, putting his head in his hands.

Though they'd not seen much from the plane, what with it not having windows and all, he can see it in his mind's eye now. Burned villages smoking in the jungle, scorched fields, muddy paddies ruined. He'd never cared much for any kind of war stuff, but he'd seen his share of first person shooters and letsplays.

It all feels very real all of a sudden.

And he's supposed to be the Big Bad here! The Demon of Wutai! Who knows how many people he's already killed in this war! And sure, it is a war, and that's what happens, and yeah, he has killed before as Shen Qingqiu, but -!

Going to war on behalf of the America-allegory of the situation? The invader, the hostile occupier, the - the evil planet-sucking dystopian megacorporation?!

Dragging his hands down his face, Sephiroth sighs and looks up.

There are calligraphy scrolls hung up on each side of the door. One reads Integrity and the other Honour. Sephiroth stares at them miserably for a long moment.

Yeah.

He's so going to end up defecting here, isn't he? Four days, four days in this world, and he's doing to fuck up the whole plot, right here and now. It must be some kind of record! But where the fuck will be even defect to? The Demon of Wutai, hello?! The locals probably want his head on a spike!

"I am so fucked," he mutters wretchedly and hangs his head.

#Fanfiction #ff7 #ffvii #svsss #Sephiroth #shen qingqiu #shen yuan #angeal hewley #reno of the turks #rude of the turks

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writefightandflightclub · 10 months

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Blorbo thought of the day #5

Repetition: (Marc Spector x reader)

A/n: a little fluffy blurb 🥰 Starts with angst but Marc provides comfort and it’s lovely because he is lovely.

Warnings: (Reader has some abandonment / self-esteem issues, canon typical allusions to Marc’s past, implied off-camera sexy times, food mentions) Not proofed!

GIF by @anhandfulgirl18

“You a’right?” Marc asks you in his gruff morning voice as your sigh billows dolefully against the bare expanse of his chest. The room is golden hued with sunlight, bright and easy, and your mood as you wake certainly does not match it.

“Bad dream,” you explain curtly, deepening the niggle in your brow. “Just thinking.”

Marc crushes his chin to his chest in an attempt to get a better look at you. Smooths a warm, broad hand down your bare back, the gnarled patterned sheets pushed down around your middles. “What dream? What are you thinking?”

You stiffen, snapping out of your gloomy mood a little as you realise that you’ve been awake for a mere 30 seconds, and yet you have already managed to make his voice sound like that. Despondent. Taut with concern.

Your head still resting on his chest, his heartbeat thudding steadily beneath the shell of your ear, you let your fingers dance lightly over his pec, trailing in slow, repeating circles, round and round. “It’s just….” The words feel too big to come out, like there’s a traffic jam in your throat when you try to say it out loud.

It’s stupid. You know it is.

“What?” Marc encourages, whisper soft, his voice and his hands as gentle as the slip of fresh golden sun into the room.

You push yourself up. Lie on your front next to him, propping your chin on your fisting hands. Despite the tension roping through you, looking at Marc instantly makes you smile, even if the gesture itself is a subdued, somber sort of thing.

You reach up and ruffle his thick, dark strands with the rake of your fingers, fondly combing the tendrils back from his forehead, and he hums for you, low and soft.

God. This man. He always looks especially beautiful on a morning. The mussed, chaotic curls. The shadow of stubble darkening his jaw. The way he fans his long lashes, attempting to blink away the bright morning, always a complete snuggle fiend and wanting to lay in the dark with you just a little longer. The glisten of his Magen David pooled in the hollow of his throat, bobbing there as he swallows. His skin bare and warm and his natural scent not yet polluted by his morning shower.

You don’t think you could ever tire of this sight.

“It’s nothing. Not really. It’s just… Every now and again I get this… horrible gnawing feeling. Like one day you’ll… I dunno. Get bored of me?”

That wakes him up, and for the second time this morning you feel guilt writhe your belly. Marc, meanwhile, looks at you with a pure concern. Gaze flitting over you. Examining you as though you’ve been severely wounded - and he’s only now seeing it. “What do you mean?” He moves, the surprise animating him, and he shifts his elbows backwards to prop his torso up. His necklace elongates, settling into place in the valley of his shapely chest, and his mop of curls flopping once again over his forehead. “Honey. How could I ever?”

You play with a little bit of lint on the bed covers, suddenly intent on it. Retreating away from Marc’s intense, searching stare. “You know. You could. Maybe. From the repetition of it.” Your voice cracks like sun-baked earth - as though the golden morning has already dried you out. “You could get bored. Waking-up next to me every day? Hearing me talk about the same stuff all the time? Fucking me, over and over.”

At that comment, Marc’s brows knit and raise in the middle. His tongue fleets along his lower lip, his mouth turning down at the corners. God, those puppy dog eyes of his never get old.

“But you know I love fucking you over and over, shortcake.”

You shake your head softly. Self-conscious around him, and you have no idea why. “Marc.”

With the wet way you say his name, Marc turns immediately on to his side, still propped up on one elbow, his muscles popping as they bear his weight. And, his freed arm just as immediately is reaching for you. Fingers trailing down your back. You look at him and he looks pained. “Did I… Did I do something to make you think that-“

“-No.” Shit. You shouldn’t have said anything about it. Marc gets so in his head about these things. Always blames himself, as though, if you’re insecure, it means that he isn’t doing a good enough job of loving you. In fact, that could not be further from the truth. “No, Marc. I promise. It’s…” You sigh out a long breath. “It’s just how I feel sometimes. Like eventually, you’ll realise you want someone else. I mean, if I were you, I’d get tired of me too, you know? Sometimes it just feels… inevitable.” Your final word is so heavy that is weighs the tears that pool in your eyes, and yet, even through the blur, you risk a glance up at Marc again.

His palm comes to cradle your cheek. His eyes shine steadily on you. Even glint with an unexpected amusement, despite the situation, which you don’t yet comprehend.

“Baby. Do you never think about who you’re talking to, huh?”

“What do you mean?”

“Think about it. I love repetition. Same thing, over and over? Fucking heaven.”

Your insecurities press you to dispute his statement, and your mouth even drops open to counter him; but, actually, when you think about it…

Marc?

This guy?

The guy who eats the same thing everyday for breakfast, except on Saturdays? Who does all of his tasks in the same way, in the same order, every time? Who watches the same three movies on repeat any time he gets a chance? Who buys four of the same shirt so he rarely has to change it up?

“Yeah. Okay,” you concede. “But, why though?Because it’s… easy? Convenient?” That’s not what you want to be for him.

Marc caresses your cheek with his palm again, gaze flitting fondly over your face. He frowns, like he’s never really thought about the why before. Because it had never really occurred to him to think about it. “No. Not exactly. I guess because… It makes me feel… safe.”

“Safe?”

Safe. Is that what you are to him?

“Yeah. Safe like…”

Not like home. Not like the place that never was; safe.

Safe, like the jumper you knitted him, maybe. Safe, like repeating stitch after repeating stitch wrapped around him, keeping him warm.

Repetition as comfort. Routine as the home he never had, built for himself, block by block.

Like that, maybe? Or, like something else?

You swallow harshly. “Safe like… boring?”

“No,” Marc says calmly, still thinking. “No, baby.”

Then, he moves. Crawls on top of you until his nude body is covering yours, boxing you in all safe.

You see the effort plainly in his face. See from the weight in his brow that he’s painstakingly searching for the right words. That he’s reaching for a way to make you get it. Searching for something which he knows for certain you’ll truly understand. “Safe like…” A lightness settles over Marc’s face as he lands on the very thing. Something you can both understand. No chance of misinterpretation. “Safe like… how Steven makes you feel, you know?” Then, he cocks his head to the side, a slow drag of a smile inching, lopsided, over his plush mouth. “Except, in a less brotherly way. Obviously.”

You can’t help it. You tear up. You know what Steven means to Marc. That Steven represented the first time Marc had felt loved. Protected. That Steven made you feel that same way too. “I really make you feel like that?”

Marc’s eyes glow softly with a smile, crinkles appearing around his eyes, since he’s finally beginning to make you understand. “Yeah. Now you’re getting it. And hey. You’d never get sick of that, would you?”

You wouldn’t. “Never.”

“Good.” He presses a kiss to your lips. Buries his face in your neck, lips sliding tenderly down the column of your throat. Holding you tightly, his body covering you. He kisses along your collarbone, his tongue laving there. “I’ll never be bored of you.”

“Promise?”

Marc props himself up on his forearms, boxing you in either side of your head and nuzzling the tip of his nose against yours. “In a thousand lifetimes? I’d love you over and over and over and over.”

Finally, you submit a watery smile to him, releasing your sadness and your fears and your tension. Wrapping your arms around him and pulling his mouth down to yours for a deep, tender, loving kiss.

“Well,” you suspire when you break for air. “Then I suppose I like repetition too.”

“Oh yeah?”

You kiss the tip of his nose and his face crinkles with a delicious smile. “Yeah. Because I wanna wake up beside you every single day, Marc Spector.” He smiles in awe at you, eyes glistening with unadulterated adoration and you kiss along his jawline. “And sometimes Steven or Jake too,” you add as an aside. “That I’ll allow.” Marc’s face splits into a beaming smile. “Now, kisses for you all.” You grasp his face in your splayed hands and plant three kisses in turn. One on the cheek, one to the centre of his forehead, and one on his lips, which is all for him.

Marc’s eyes flutter closed as your kiss puckers against him. “Now, get off me, will you?” you tease fondly. “I’ll get us some breakfast. I’m gonna need you fuelled-up.”

“What for?”

“For all of the repetitive fucking we’re about to do.”

Marc flips obediently on to his back, folding his arms behind his head and baring himself entirely to you as you sway -naked- towards the kitchen. “Oh, is that right?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“I’m glad you’re feeling better, shortcake.”

You are. You’re feeling much better thanks to Marc and the way in which he loves you - which, you’re discovering, never gets old.

“What are we having?” he asks as you begin to raid the cabinets.

“The usual.” you glance towards him, a smirk on your mouth. “I mean. If that’s okay with you.”

He smiles softly at you in return. “The usual sounds perfect.”

It’s funny.

Marc always did love a little repetition.

#marc spector x reader #marc spector #moon knight x reader #moon knight

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twocrabcake · 8 months

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Apprentice-mobile headcanons

Amanda’s not allowed to drive the apprentice-mobile anymore because she’d keep swerving trying to scare everyone.

Hoffman is the designated driver, and wouldn’t let anybody else if they asked.

Lawrence wants to drive (he’s the only one that cares about laws) but John doesn’t want him to with his foot.

Just to throw him in there, Logan refuses to drive. He doesn’t care if he sits in the back or the passenger, he just hates driving.

John sits in the back to hold some of his medical stuff, he’s usually forced to sit in the middle because nobody else wants to.

Amanda will go “Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?” and Hoffman will yell at her like a mom driving her kids.

They take turns sitting in the front seat, but Lawrence is up there 80% of the time.

Logan wears headphones and blasts music so loud the whole car can hear it.

They’re all super serious about seat belts safety, even Hoffman and Amanda, despite how terrible they drive. If anyone isn’t wearing one and the car starts beeping, they all start to berate whoever forgot.

Hoffman gets road rage, but less yelling and more *sharp inhale*.

Amanda has yelling kicking flipping people off road rage, the last time she was allowed to drive she pulled the car over to get in a fight with someone.

Adam had to get a ride once and didn’t have a seat, so he sat on Lawrence’s lap.

They don’t usually go on super long rides, but they will occasionally turn on the radio if it gets too quiet.

Lawrence is an avid look out the window-er.

If anyone takes a phone call, Amanda says inappropriate things in the background. Lawrence usually takes important work calls, so she won’t for him. (John gets mad at her)

John doesn’t let anyone smoke, even if they roll down the windows, so they do it when he isn’t around then fabreeze the car.

Hoffman drove drunk a few times (he was able to hide it well) but almost drove everyone into a ditch one time. Never did it again.

Amanda always has snacks. Nobody knows where she gets them from, or if she keeps them in her pockets. Everyone thinks she’s gonna stain the seat one of these days.

They kidnapped someone and threw him in the trunk once, but he woke up and tried to break out. They always tied them up after that.

Amanda forces Hoffman to slow down so she can catcall. Except it’s less catcalling and more blatant insult. That’s canon now.

Amanda and Logan will occasionally be in a good mood and quote vines, but they’re the only ones who get it.

Hoffman enjoys not holding the steering wheel when going down a long road. It freaks everyone out.

Hoffman got a call from Strahm once and Amanda made kissy noises. He hung up immediately and never answered the phone again.

Lawrence is constantly pointing out the traffic laws being broken, like “You couldn’t turn right there” and Hoffman goes “Yes thank you I noticed I know I don’t care”

They had to turn the child lock on for a few weeks because Amanda tuck and rolled.

Somehow the apprentice-mobile always smells new. (occasionally there’s a strong smell of formaldehyde but that’s only happened twice)

Amanda: Hey does anyone know if *super niche thing nobody would know the answer to*

#saw #sawposting #saw franchise #detective hoffman #mark hoffman #lawrence gordon #saw posting #john kramer #saw memes #amanda young #apprentice posting #adam stanheight #adam faulkner stanheight #peter strahm #horror #coffinshipping #chainshipping #all aboard the apprentice-mobile choo choo

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factual-fantasy · 8 months

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I haaaasss 27 asks :}

Yes. Yes it does.

Thank you! :DD And yeah canon Gregory is just not my vibe man XD

(Traffic cone in question)

Thank you so much! :DD And yeah I try my best to get up and do something productive/different when I'm feeling down like that. My thought process is "well sitting here and sulking isn't making me feel any better so I should go and do something else" Which just so happened to be breaking out the old sewing kit and making a traffic cone?? XD Well to be fair I've made like 10 of those before but still an odd choice on my part-

Thank you so much! I'm so glad you liked my cars artwork! :DD

And yeah I would draw cars stuff more often but they're just so hard to draw :(

Idk why they decided to jump into a DLC before fixing the base game, but man I really wish they wouldn't have. 😔

I'll do my best! :D

@tallchest13-blog

Yes :} or at least I've been trying to-

Thank you so much! And I did use a pattern to make him. Credit for the patten goes to Tammy Hallam, heres her video on how to make your own too! :}

@montygatorshusband

AAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DDD

As for Glamrock Bonnie,, ehh, its a bit odd to me. Not a huge fan of the color pallet but its not the worst I've seen. I'd give it a 5.5 outa 10

ALSO! I believe Octonauts is streaming on Netflix, but I've also had some luck finding full episodes on YouTube :0

Thank you! And oh yeah, I feel you on the fandom part. XD That's why I'm still kind'a on the fence and haven't dove head first into my usual angsty stuff. I'm kind'a testing the waters with every post I make to see if I'll collide with the uh, other side of the fandom :x

Thank you! :DDD

Also Google is a search engine. :0 If you search for Octonauts fanart, its gonna do its job and search for fanart and likely find some of the stuff I made. Notice though that all of my artwork shown on Google links directly back to my blog. Its because Google isn't stealing it, its parting the branches of a bush and pointing "Look! Over there is some Octonauts fanart like you requested!" XD

@pinkbomb08

There isn't really anything Gregory can do for Bonnie..

Its hard to explain,, but I'll try. Bonnie is missing his leg from the middle of his shin down. So he cant stand up right like Foxy because- well duh, he's missing a whole foot.

So order to fix Bonnies leg so he can stand/walk like Foxy does, he would need an entire replacement foot with a working joint. This would also mean that the wires in Bonnies legs would have to be replaced and hooked up so that he can control said new foot.

Currently there are no spare parts around that fit Bonnies model.. and even if they did, Gregory wouldn't know how to properly re-wire an animatronic foot. He's smart but not THAT smart <XDD

The only thing Gregory could do is make Bonnie a weird peg leg that makes his current leg longer. Currently Bonnies half leg is shorter than his good leg. But in all honesty Bonnie doesn't really want that.

Having Gregory ducttape this weird goofy peg leg to him would be more embarrassing then what he already has. He'd probably want to salvage what ever dignity he has left and say "ah give it a rest. There's no point. My legs good enough for what its for." <:/

@taizarack

If I remember correctly... Sometime ago my tablet pen broke. And it took like 2-3 weeks for a new one to arrive. In the mean time I tried to make an art doll of sorts. That doll was Bibi!

I ended up making a lot of goofy posts with Bibi and I as I waited for my pen to arrive. Once it finally did and I went back to drawing comics, I ended making Bibi a reoccurring character. And he's been around ever since!

Now Jangles is a Halloween prop that I bought because I thought it was funny. I was practicing making quilts one time and I made a small blue one that just so happened to be the right size for him. So I put it on and then I thiiink I got the idea to add Jangles to my blog as a joke.? I gave Bibi a "new friend" to celebrate hitting 10,000 followers. The new friend was a cropped png of jangles XD

Eventually down the line I wanted to give Bibi an proper friend. So for Bibi's birthday I drew a comic where Jangles came to life and here we are XD

@pinkbomb08

Currently I am getting none of those things :x I have a cold so sleep and food is hard :( Thank you though! :D

@notsoliyah

:D AW!! Thank you! I'm so glad to hear how I've inspired you! :}}

@ur0neand0nly

XD Thank you so much! And don't worry, I'm pretty confident I'll draw him again someday

XD Thank you. To be honest I'm kind'a going back and fourth on this fandom. I don't really wanna be apart of the fandom, but the characters are the only thing I'm interested in drawing atm soo-

@ardent-38

Ooo these are interesting! Although absorbing power ups isn't about digesting them. Its something about being human specifically that allows them to absorb the powerups.. 👀👀👀

@maddiethehatter2192

My advice would be to use references religiously. That's what I did!

Also thank you! :DD

Barnaby for sure.

Well, my interpretation of him really-

@taizarack (Post in question)

@funky-frankie

No there's no SpongeBob comic, I just felt like drawing Mr. Krabs XD

Also THANK YOU!! :DD That means so much!! :}}}

@elegysonnet

<XD thank you. So far I have some pretty basic ones I imagine. Wally's house is alive and evil, Julie is actually a scary monster but has drastically altered her appearance to look less scary.. Sally is very celestial in nature because she's a real star, Eddie used to be a real human and bleeds and has a heart beat and what not.. uuuuuuh what elseeee,,, I liked to imagine that Sally and Julie came to the neighborhood when they were really young and Poppy kind'a adopted them?? Although I don't know how wide spread that idea is XD

Thank you! And yeah I'm not very fond of that portrayal either <XD As for your questions..

1: I'm sure there would be somethings that would push his anxiety to the surface. I'm not sure what they'd be but still- I imagine if Luigi was around to see it he would try to get Mario out of what ever situation he's in. If he's in a crowd he'd try to help him slip away unnoticed.

2: I'm not familiar with the giga bell, but if I did add it I'd imagine those would be the side effects yeah <XD Really sore and tired and cant really move for like 3 days :x

Remodeled or not, I wont be adding any of those animatronics to the Pizzaplex. I already wrote the entire past of this timeline, and those bots all already have a story in my AU. And with their given stories it wouldn't make sense for them to be added to the Pizzaplex.

Of course I cant spoil what those stories are, just know that I have my reasons-

Oh yeah I forgot to add the colored eye lids to Wally and Barnaby in that trampoline drawing <XD

And yeah! I wanted Wally to be much more expressive so I gave him eyebrows-

@cudlycorncornsworthcoberson

Aw, thank you so much!! Its so cool to hear that you've shared my name with your friends!! :DD

#my response #fnaf security breach dlc spoilers #fnaf security breach dlc #fnaf security breach #ocotnauts #bibi and jangles

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chaosology · 1 year

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we can be pirates

peeta mellark x reader

warnings: hints of physical and emotional abuse, dystopian themes, canon divergence (severe! lol)

summary: your first meeting with Peeta is one you won't forget, forging a friendship meant to last forever. You're both reaped.

masterlist | series

— and I've been meaning to tell you, I think your house is haunted

A piece of bread. An outstretched hand. Soft eyes and a small, lopsided smile. That's what you first remember of Peeta Mellark, the baker's boy down the street.

His tenderness was not unforgotten. You had found him on the doorstep of the bakery, soaked from the rain with his hands in his knees. His face was wet, but the dreadful redness of his eyes suggested that the dreary weather was not all to blame. Tears blended with raindrops as you sat down silently beside him; perhaps too close, perhaps not, it didn't matter.

No words were shared as you sat there together. You were young and innocent, how were you to know the reason he was crying ran deeper than something like a broken or misplaced toy. It seemed to have brought him some comfort though, as his sniffling slowed and his head raised ever so slightly. The evening sun cast a warm glow on his face as he looked up at you, his eyes never leaving yours - a silent thank you.

But as soon as his eyes met yours, they left. He had stood up quickly, turning on his heel and returning quickly inside his house. Was that it? Was he just going to leave you now? It's not like you seriously consoled him, but a "goodbye" would've been nice.

A small tap on the shoulder pulled you from your train of thought. Still sitting, you turned to see him right behind you. In his palm was a small slice of bread, fresh bread. He gestured to it with his eyes, a smile gracing his lips. You tentatively took it, cupping it your hands as you stood to meet his eyes. The warmth of his act spreading through you as it warmed your hands.

That was the beginning of Peeta. You hoped there would be no end.

It was Reaping Day. With hair in an a tidy style, you tucked a small buttercup behind your ear before sweeping some loose strands back in place. Your hands were sweaty as you wiped them on your dress, flattening stubborn creases. You couldn't care less about wrinkles any other day, but the anxiety manifested itself in such annoying, little ways. Truth be told, this was the fourth time you had moved your hair out of your face. Each time it fell, a little bit of anxiety rose to your throat, clawing its way to your head and buzzing until you moved the strands to your liking.

A knock at the door snapped you from your thoughts. It was your boyfriend, standing tall in the entrance as his hand ran through his hair. His eyes looked you up and down before he sighed,

"You could've done something special with your hair, you know."

It stung, but he didn't mean it maliciously. It wasn't your usual look, but guys don't really pay attention to that stuff anyway, how could he know?

"I know, I'm sorry. In a rush I guess, you know what I'm like"

He had only laughed in response before grabbing your hand. Something about wanting to get there early to meet friends.

"... Aaron said its best to get here this time. Apparently last year all the first-timers caused some traffic jam... Are you even listening to me?" His hand snapped in front of your face, snapping you from the increasing haze you were falling into. Walking silently next to him, you were swarmed by what seemed like his infinite amount of friends. They were a little too loud for your taste, always having something to say about everything. You usually shrugged back, clinging to your boyfriend Adam's side as they rallied around him. They tended to pay you no mind unless you actively engaged, but you didn't mind. They weren't really your friends anyway.

The crowd fell silent as the ever-so elaborate Effie Trinket graced the stage, her bright dress a stark contrast to the greys and browns that surrounded you. The blonde mop of hair to your left however, that caught your attention. Peeta. You hadn't spoken with him for at least a year. You were embarrassed about it, but it's not like he tried reaching out to you either...

Adam's grip on your arm tightened as he noticed you had lost focus, all too suddenly pulling you back to the present.

"Good thing you're not in the games, doll. You wouldn't see them coming even if they looked you right in the eyes, huh?"

You could sense him waiting for you to agree, so you delicately nodded.

"Yea, that's right." he said softly, his shoulder bumping yours in a familiar teasing manner to dull the sting. You turned your attention back to the presentation. It was the same thing every year. Glorified Capitol propaganda wrapped in a bright, Effie coloured bow.

She stepped forward, her hand dipping into the fishbowl and grabbing the signed death warrant of an unlucky teen. You watched as she unwrapped it, moving her head closer to the mic.

"Peeta Mellark."

You had slipped to see him again. He said not to come by when his parents were there and you had always obliged without question. You didn't care what requirements he had, you just wanted his company.

This time, his sweet face was tainted. A blue bruise had blossomed on his cheek, angry vessels making themselves known. You were a little older now and he had confided that he often had problems with his mother. Every time he met you in this state you broke a little more, you simply couldn't take it anymore.

"Come with me, Peeta." you burst out, "I think you should come live with me, we'll look after you. Then you won't have to cry or hide in the closet, we can just stay together all the time."

His eyes watered as he met your gaze, and his hand covered your. A silent "I wish". You had accepted it begrudgingly, sighing and changing the subject. He was quiet the rest of the day - everything changed for him in that moment, you just didn't know it yet.

You shook you head, rubbing your forehead as you waited for the games to be over. As your eyes adjusted to the harsh light, you noticed that everyone had taken six steps back. They formed a circle around you, and even Adam has left your side. They looked at you with pity, whispering to one another.

It was you, you were reaped.

#peeta mellark fanfiction #peeta mellark #peeta mellark x reader #peeta mellark x fem!reader #hunger games x reader #hunger games fanfiction #seven series

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 3 months

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To Hell...: Part Two

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.9k

Summary: A man intentionally admits to murdering ten people he didn’t kill all because his sister is missing. The facts take you to a pig farm where a world of horror is waiting for you.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

Everyone heads back to the conference room to talk about the new evidence while Will stays in the interrogation room. You play the voicemail for everyone to hear.

"William, are you there? Something bad is happening. It's dark. I don't know where he's taking me--"

"After that, the signal cuts out."

"Is this the same night she left her mom's house?" Spencer asks.

"Yeah. Will called in an army favor. They triangulated the call to a cell tower in Canada just over the border in Port Huron. It explains why he crossed into your jurisdiction."

"It's also a surefire way to get the FBI involved. He knew we'd investigate an American citizen being held on multiple murder charges."

"You believe him?" Jeff asks you.

"I do." Penelope calls and you place her on speakerphone. "Go ahead, Penelope."

"I have good news and bad news. The good news is that I've got IDs on multiple border crosses for the dates in question. The trouble is, I've got hundreds, and as far as I can tell if your license doesn't ping for any prior felonies, you're pretty much gonna pass go and collect two hundred Canadian dollars."

"She's right. That's the busiest cross in North America. There's a lot of commercial traffic, trucks mostly. Stop and searches would cause too many delays."

"He's got a virtually free pass, and once he crosses, there's nothing but woods to hide whatever he's doing."

Rossi and Hotch managed to get Jeff to release William so that he's under the FBI's jurisdiction. Hotch wants him patrolling the streets like he's been doing. He has a rapport with those people, so he's the best bet in noticing if someone is missing. If something comes up, then there is a lot more manpower to deal with it than what Will's been given.

You and Spencer walk into the conference room where JJ is on the phone.

"Yes, ma'am, right now we just consider them missing. The second I get more information, I'll be in contact with you."

"How's it going?"

"The majority of the people on the street aren't even from Detroit. We don't have last names or hometowns on most of them. Unless there's a missing persons report on file somewhere, it's almost impossible."

"Most of these people's families probably gave up on seeing them long ago," Spencer sighs.

"A mother would never give up." You have to agree with JJ here. If your child went missing, you'd do anything to find them. "Can you hand me William's arrest report?"

Spencer does, and she leaves the room just in time for Penelope to call.

"Yeah, Garcia?"

"Sherlock, it's Watson. I think I've got something."

"What do you have?"

Rossi enters the room to hear what Penelope has to say.

"I checked Detroit crime reports over the last month because Derek and Emily astutely thought there might be some sort of assaults or disturbances having to do with our unsub. Well, it's tres weird but on five of the abduction nights, Detroit PD reports a break-in or a robbery at some type of medical facility."

"What type of medical facility?"

"We got a hospital, blood bank, medical supply company, and the Red Cross. He's not even stealing narcotics. The stuff he took is anesthesia, sterilizing equipment, and syringes."

"Where were these places located?"

"Putnam Street, St. Antoine, East Hancock, and Martin Luther King Boulevard."

"Those are all in the Cass Corridor."

That's where everyone seems to be disappearing from.

"Do you have a list of what else he stole?" you ask and grab a pen and paper.

"IV tubes, an infusion pump, units of O-negative blood, chest tubes, O-silk sutures, and Elastoplast."

"Thanks, Pen." Spencer hangs up. "You don't just randomly know how to hook a line up to an infusion pump, or that O-neg is the only safe blood type for any victim."

"I'll tell Hotch we think we know what he's doing with them," Spencer says.

Rossi and Jeff gather the men and women of the police force so that you can deliver the profile. Something about this doesn't make sense to you, but with all the evidence in front of you, you have no choice but to go with what everyone else is saying.

"We believe the man we're looking for is a sexual sadist. What this means is that for him, torture becomes a substitute for the sex act. The fact that he's stealing medical equipment like sterilizing agents and anesthesia tells us he may be performing experiments or surgeries on his victims," Rossi begins.

"We believe this unsub gets gratification from his ability to keep his victims alive in order to endure more torture. The choice of items stolen is extremely specific, which makes us believe he's got a medical background, so check disciplinary files at hospitals, med schools, and community health organizations. People would have noticed his behavior."

"This is someone who would volunteer to perform painful procedures," you state. "He would spend extra time probing a broken hand or a distended abdomen, and after a long day when everyone else is emotionally drained from multiple traumas and mangled bodies, he'd be the one pushing his coworkers to go out for a drink and talk about their day."

"Now, we know what you're thinking--a profile is fine, but our best shot at stopping this guy is still to catch him in the act. This unsub is extremely smart and obviously organized. He's managed to abduct very different victims with very different abilities, all with no witnesses. That's why we're coordinating with the police and our agents on the ground in Detroit."

"We've also asked Sergeant Hightower to act as a guide on the streets in Detroit while he's in our custody," Rossi says.

Everyone looks at Will who is silent at the table.

"That's it. If you have any questions, you find me or one of the agents," Jeff says to his people.

William is about to get up when he sees someone enter the station with JJ. He goes rigid like he's not expecting someone he knows to show up here.

"What's she doing here?" he asks angrily.

"We've notified all the family members we can locate."

"You have no right."

"It's her daughter," Rossi says. "She has a right to know."

William looks at the picture of his sister on the board and lets a tear roll down his cheek. If he's getting this emotional, then that can only mean the woman with JJ is his mother.

"It's one thing to believe Lee is lost on the streets, but I don't want her to know that there's a killer out there. We know how this is gonna end."

"No, we don't."

"Look, everything I have done is to find the truth so I can spare her. I don't want her living off hope."

"There are worse things," Jeff says.

"You're wrong. Bad news stops us for a while, but then you move on. Hope is paralyzing."

"He has a point," you say. "Hope in situations like this drains you of the person you are. I'd rather the bad news."

His mother stands at the doorway so that when he looks behind him, he sees the look on her face. He gets up to greet her even though he can't seem to say anything. She doesn't say anything but opens her arms for him, to which he hugs her back.

"Oh, my God," she whispers and pulls away from Will to approach the board with all the victims on it. "Are all these people missing?"

"We believe so."

"Do you have any suspects?"

"No, but we have a strategy to try to catch him. William is helping."

"My daughter... Is there any chance she could still be alive?"

"It's possible."

"Do you know what he's doing to them?"

"It's difficult to say."

JJ escorts Will's mother out of the room to sit somewhere else to answer a few questions. You, Hotch, and Will are going to join Derek and Emily down at the station in Detroit while the rest stay in Canada. You reach over to grab Spencer's hand but he quickly moves it away from you.

"Please don't touch me."

"Oh, okay."

"I mean, not my hands," he stutters.

"You don't have to explain yourself. It's okay. I'll call you if we find something."

You leave Spencer with that and head to Detroit with Will and Hotch. Spencer is still probably freaked out about what happened with the whole Anthrax situation, so you'll give him as much space and time as he needs to heal. In the meantime, you have a case to worry about. Emily and Derek meet you at the station when you arrive in Detroit.

"Thanks for believing me," Will says to you and Hotch.

"You don't have to thank us," you say.

"William, I want you to understand that even if we catch him, you're probably gonna end up doing some time in Canada."

"I can live with that."

You three get out and walk over to Derek and Emily who is with a woman.

"Detective Tay Benning, this is SSA Aaron Hotchner and SSA Y/N."

"Hi, this is William Hightower. He's gonna help us on the ground. Will, these are agents Prentiss and Morgan. We should split up and cover male and female potential victims."

We'll take the men," Derek says.

"I'll make introductions for you," Will offers.

"Stay close to your phones. If anyone's out of place, Detective Benning can get a name and a description of our patrol cars as quickly as possible."

You, Emily, and Hotch go off to talk to the women while Will, Detective Benning, and Derek talk to the men. This unsub is going to strike again with someone in this area soon whether that be tonight or tomorrow. He's stuck to a tight schedule in the past and you don't think he's going to deviate from that. Yes, it'd be much easier to approach a prostitute rather than a homeless man, so how is he doing it? The question is, why does he alternate victims in clusters of men and women? Why take the men at all if this has a sexual component to it?

The unsub sees these people as disposable, it doesn't matter if they're male or female. For a sexual sadist, male or female isn't important because the torture itself is the sex.

Unless sex has nothing to do with this.

With the photos that Will provided you with, you're able to go around and check off who is working on the street. There are only three people who have not been accounted for, and you go to Hotch once he's done with his section. Will had come back to Hotch after he made an introduction to Derek, so he is in the car with Hotch.

"We have three unaccounted for."

Hotch and Will get out of the car and approach some girls on the street with you and Emily by their sides.

"Excuse me, ladies, did you see any of these girls leave with customers?"

You show them the photos of the three girls.

"I saw Monica and Sasha leave with two men, but I don't know about Kelly."

"Do you know where they would go?"

"There's a parking lot down at Cass Park. The girls have their Johns park there."

Hotch walks away and dials Detective Benning to confirm this.

"What about Kelly? Is there a reason why you wouldn't have seen her leave?" you ask.

"I don't know. I could have been distracted."

"So, she was here before? Was there any reason she would sneak off?" Will asks.

"I don't know what she does. She's fresh meat out here."

"Okay," Hotch returns, "Detroit PD confirmed two prostitutes with Johns in the parking lot at Cass Park."

"We're short one girl."

"Did you know his sister, Lee Hightower?" you ask.

"Yeah, I knew her."

"Is there any place where she would have taken clients? Maybe somewhere the other girls wouldn't go?"

"She didn't do it normally. She'd try to get a real job but then she'd slip. Then about a month and a half ago, she said she was leaving."

"That's when I took her to my mom's," Will says.

"I haven't seen her since."

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orphic-musings · 9 months

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Reminiscance and Rejuvination

Characters: Amanda (The Pig) x gn! reader, mentions of John Kramer (u can’t hve amanda without jigsaw)

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Brief mentions of canon-typical violence

Summary: Amanda finds an old friend in a new face

Notes: First DBD fic yayyyy! I had the idea for this 104828377372 years ago and never finished writing it but I’m on a writing kick now so!!!! yippee! will definitely be writing more DBD stuff in the future!

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The killer camp is an unpleasant place to be, as always. It’s either too unsettlingly quiet, despite the many killers lurking about. Or too chaotic, like it is now. Just as Frank and Ghostie are about to start some… “extreme” game of tag, Amanda scurries out of the killer camp. She sits in her usual spot, a flat log, and stares out at the eternal, windless night. No insects chirr, no traffic or electricity hums. Just the occassional cawing of crows, the only ambience present in the void-like fog.

But a figure, barely distinct of the dark though not too far off, catches her eye. Their face is tilted up towards the clouded sky, and just between the tips of trees she swears she can see a sliver of moonlight cast upon their face. The figure disappears into the dark for a moment, then reappears, and Amanda realizes they are walking towards her. She scooches back into the shadows a bit more. They approach the log, and as if snapping out of a trance they suddenly step-back upon seeing her.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t know this seat was occupied.” They say, a bit apprenhensive. Amanda can see their face a bit more now, weary and worn, but animated with something she can’t quite figure out.

“This is my spot,” she says, with more bark than she wanted. There is a stretch of cold silence. “But you can sit if you want.” There is enough space on the long log to have room between them as the person sits. A survivor, she realizes now. She’s probably sacrificed them before, but all the trials end up a blur, like faces in a dream.

“You’re the pig,” they say. Amanda whips her head toward them, feeling accused, but their face is calm and gentle, not at all threatening. She doesn’t want to let her guard down, she doesn’t want to appear as anything but scary and in control, especially to a survivor. She doesn’t say anything.

“It’s okay, I won’t hold any of the killing against you, not like any of us have a choice. The bear traps are pretty terrifying though, I have to admit.” A small bit of pride fills Amanda, they’re supposed to be cruel, she is supposed to be cruel.

“I know this place is hell, or some kind of eternal torture, but it is pretty here.” They look up at the trees, the tall tips like teeth in the gaping maw above.

“Sometimes you can catch the faint smell of pine in the air.” They close their eyes with their head titled upward and something stirs in Amanda. Something familiar.

It’s true, this place is some kind of hell. Punishment has no meaning when you can try again and again. People are only supposed to get one chance, one life. Just like him. Her jaw clenches, but when she looks back at the survivor she sees that expression again. The one that has tranquility and light, despite the horrors all around. The same expression he had.

“You remind me of someone.” She blurts suddenly, her voice soft. They turn to her curiously. “Someone from my past, my mentor. He was a good man. He believed people could be better, even the worst. He taught me how to appreciate life.” She admits. They smile at her gently.

“He sounds very wise, very strong.” She returns the smile a little.

“He was.” She looks up at the sky, and again, she swears a gleam of moonlight cuts through the dark. When she turns back to the survivor they are looking up too, inhaling and exhaling deeply. She admires them, and for once, she thinks she may have found someone who is actually good. Someone who doesn’t need teaching, who doesn’t need saving. If you meet again in a trial, letting you go seems like a good option, she thinks.

“Thank you for sharing your spot with me,” they say, smiling brightly at her. A foreign warmth fills Amanda as she watches you disappear again into the darkness. Looking back up at the sky she thanks John, for reminding her that life is precious, that there is good to be found. She is sure of that now.

#fanfic #x gn reader #fluff fic #dbd killer #dbd #dbd survivor #dbd amanda #amanda young #the pig dbd #saw franchise #amanda saw #john kramer #dbd x reader #dbd x gn reader #dbd fanfic #dead by daylight #amanda young x reader #orphic musings

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chewing-drywall · 2 months

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SKIWSGAAR HEADCANNONS

-secretly prefers they them pronouns, very occasionally she her but otherwise he's just disconnected from what even gender is outside of what he's being told he is (thinks *they* is cool in like a God way, it's sort of an ego thing)

-autistic, music and guitar being his special interest, I could go ON AND ON about this but I won't for this post

-at this point he just has as much sex as he does to keep up his image, he's pretty bored of it honestly, you do even the best things enough times and it becomes mundane

-nipple piercings, dry heaved and almost passed out from the pain cause his dumbass forgot to eat beforehand

-wants a dick piercing for the aesthetic but he pussys out every time there's an opportunity for him to get a piercing

-he canonically fucked 400 chicks in the course two weeks, that's about 28 people a DAY, give or take, and he said he wasn't even trying so god bless if he DID try

-more tattoos than canon

-mostly hairless, gets it lasered and NO chest hair, arm Nad leg hair super fine and pale

- so used to every person expecting the best experience of their life he actually isn't usually on the receiving end for stuff, it's pretty shitty honestly

-he honestly is so disconnected from actual, real intimacy that things like hugs and cuddling without sexual/flirting intent is foreign

-mommy kink, doesn't know WHAT it is but having some hot curvy women act all dominant makes him fold like paper

-sort of plays into his gilf thing, having some hot older women calling him sweetie while ordering him to do something gets him hot under the collar

-vaugly addicted to stimulants, he likes the productivity it brings but not the paranoia (not including the meth bender)

-has A LOT of stds, like he actually has a really restrictive medical schedule for everything he needs to take and what he has to do to keep everything in check. Who knew having casual sex with an incredible amount of strangers over the course of your life would cause this. Shocker.

-cannot parallel park. I mean he never drives himself anyways but still it's so embarrassing, 20 minutes in he's sweaty and flushed, people are side eyeing him and is STILL crooked holding up traffic

-he's like. Beautiful. Sort classically handsome but very pretty features thrown onto a more masculine frame, think grave yard angel

-as he ages he's noticing how his face is getting more gaunt and sunken in, not quite in a unsettling way yet but it really sharpens his features to an extreme extent

-it's because he's so fucking iron deficient his skin would be totally fine if he took a few supplements and STOPPED IT with the fear of sun, getting a little tan never hurt nobody dude GOD. Your not gonna get skin cancer from 20 minutes in the sun girly your so pale your REFLECTIVE

-related topic; at the beach he wears the HUGEST most RIDICULOUSLY large floppy sunhat, the borders of it goes past his shoulders and he always gets roasted for wears it by the band

-has the best skincare and haircare routine out of the band, used to get bullied for it by the guys but he usually just ruthlessly points out every dermal flaw he can find on them BOOM problem fixed

-INSANE calluses, he just doesn't have sensation in his fingertips anymore from the amount of blisters and split fingertips over the years, otherwise very soft hands

-perfect punctuation and spelling over text, no idea why in some fics his accent carrys over into his writing?? Types very deliberately to make sure what he's trying to communicate makes grammatical sense, actually prefers having emotional conversations over text because he can get what he's trying to say across easier sometimes

-doesn't actually let a lot of people touch his hair, and it's uncomfortable when people try and play with his hair without asking

-SKIWSGAAR IN THOSE 80s MOM HAIRCURLERS

#skiwsgaar skwigelf #metalocalypse #dethklok

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dogtoling · 1 year

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What are some ways Inkling / Octolings lives and society in general be different compared to humans? It can be canon, implied, or made up, I don't mind. Thanks!

jeez, this is actually a really hard question because in Splatoon, what we're given in game is extremely similar if not identical to what we have in real life. Realistically, a lot of things would be different, but it makes it REEEEAAALLY easy to default to "it's literally the exact same in almost every aspect" because that's often what we see in the game and it's also the implication.

If you compare Splatoon to a lot of other games that are set in fictional worlds, Splatoon is EXTREMELY tame in trying to set itself apart from human society. Probably intentionally, but it's very rare that something pops up in the game that makes you go "huh, that's a splatoon thing that isn't JUST there for a gameplay mechanic". Most things really are left up for fan interpretation, which is cool, but that makes it hard in its own way to come up with headcanons because it can be easy to feel like you're going TOO out there with ideas when the world is mostly down to earth (unless it's not, and the tone dissonance is insane). Now I'm just rambling, but I'll get to the point and try to come up with something.

So, focusing on the surface because I think it's safe to assume that most Mollusc Era creatures are surface dwellers, the most obvious difference factor in society is that there's probably thousands of different sapient species that coexist. That means there's really no limit to how insane the Splatoon world and its cities and structures could be to accommodate different species. Of course the games focus on Inklings and Octolings and they are fairly similar to humans, so we have a very human-aligning society that we're looking at. But somewhere else where inkfish might not be the majority species, I would imagine things might look and be very different. (I really would like to see it....) But because you specifically said Inklings and Octolings, I'll focus on their stuff.

I'd like to open this post (on paragraph 4... sigh) with the note that we really don't have a lot of information on significant differences in inkling society compared to ours. If anyone remembers something that is either canon or heavily implied and it isn't mentioned in this post, feel free to drop it in replies. From what we see in the games, the Splatoon society doesn't significantly differ from ours much at all. So yeah, most of this is going to be speculation or headcanons that aren't really rooted in the actual game.

ACTUAL START OF THE POST HERE.....

First off, they obviously have better technology than we do - at least Octarian technology is much better and seems to have spread to the surface recently. Flying cars are probably just a normal thing for inkfish... although I'd assume that's moreso in the Octarian domes, where I'd like to think the flying saucers (or "UFO"s) are a replacement for cars, given there's not a whole lot of space and things tend to be built on different levels. It wouldn't make too much sense to have a car-centric society when cities are like a mile across and there's not really even much space for driveways.

A small tidbit on cars in Inkopolis: did you know there's no consistency on which side of the road Inklings drive on? Depending on the stage, markings might be present, but cars STILL drive in random directions all the time and drive on opposing sides of the road depending on what corner of Inkopolis you go to. This makes me believe that traffic rules are kind of a wildcard in Splatoon and... perhaps it's just normal for different roads to suddenly change lane orientation, or some roads might not have rules for that at all. Doesn't seem that safe to me, but what do I know...

On the topic of cars and transportation, Inklings seem to love different ways to get around. Inkopolis alone has a train, a monorail, and a subway - that's THREE different trains mostly for traversing the city. They also have airplanes, hot-air balloons, and notably... zeppelins. Zeppelins are something that humans HAVE had in the past (and while doing research on this for literally no reason the other day, i actually found out they're NOT completely extinct?) but that we no longer use or manufacture due to various reasons and events in history. Inklings, of course, did not have those events, so they discovered zeppelins and apparently they love them SO so much that we routinely see them over Arowana Mall, and not ONLY over Arowana Mall, but Octarians have a whole military weapon type that's just a zeppelin with a face.

STILL continuing on the topic of transport, Inklings love having 23749237423 different transportation devices but they don't really need them? We know Inklings can super jump freely even outside of turf wars, we know they jump from the lobby to Turf War stages (this WAS the case in Splatoon 1). Realistically Inklings could easily super jump to cover short distances across the city or even longer distances over several jumps. Super jumping like that would all but nullify the need for public transit or a 15 minute walk to work, at least for Inklings that have the ability to super jump and don't have much to carry.

We do know from Salmon Run that most Inklings hesitate to super jump without a strong signal that they can navigate to, presumably because such a thing provides real-time coordinates that you can accurately calculate a jump to without needing to continuously SEE your estimated landing point. This is why Spawn Points have strong signals, the Grizzco boat has a massive antenna on it, Squid Beakons exist at all - list goes on.

Of course, we don't know if there's any kind of regulations or laws about super jumping outside of turf war, because obviously if everyone just super jumped everywhere all the time there could be collisions, and without signals to navigate by a lot of people would also miss their jumps and potentially get injured, or land somewhere they really didn't want to land. Such as the ocean, or a highway, or on top of somebody. It seems likely that there WOULD be rules against super jumping randomly outside of sports based on all this... but we don't really know!

Actually talking about society now. Our society tends to be extremely day-focused because humans are mostly a day-active species. Inkling society... seems to be mostly the same considering the tidbits we have on the Great Turf War. But I don't think the society itself is day-focused at all. We know there's tons of different species and even within Cephalopods there's differences between which species are day-active and which ones are nocturnal, so I believe that the streets see an almost identical amount of activity regardless of time of day. The businesses and the people you see on the street probably change, but there's a lot of people who aren't up during the day at all and live their lives in the nighttime. So in the Splatoon world, there wouldn't be a concept of "it's too late to go to the store" or "damn it, i missed the last bus". And the night-activity IS partially confirmed by Splatfests - they do take place at night (even though for day-active species, it's not unheard of to stay up late or even all-night to attend important or fun events. We do that all the time!)

Let's talk about food for a second (this might go into the "lives" section). I know inklings are heavily implied to be omnivorous in the game. I find this lame, so I choose to believe they are still MAINLY carnivorous predators and mostly eat fish and crustaceans - most of their food includes some kind of fish, maybe fish eggs, and shrimp. In spite of being mainly carnivorous, though, Inklings do eat carbohydrates such as rice and ramen noodles, as we've seen in the game. They can probably absorb some nutrients from said foods, but surviving on just plant-based things would be out of the question.

Inklings DO love fruit, which might be strange if they're not really getting much nutritional gain out of it. They seem to have an affinity for sweet things... which is typical for fruit eaters. I like to believe that Inklings evolved to like fruit not only because they're usually colorful, but mainly for their very high liquid content. As touched upon in a previous post, Inklings would realistically need to have a LOT of liquid in order to consistently produce as much ink as they do, which means anything that can help with that would be VERY welcome. I don't think early Inklings would've gone after fruit as a snack, but rather something that's akin to a funny-tasting water balloon that you can drain the liquid out of and get rid of the rest. Though modern Inklings do seem to like the whole thing.

Did you know it was implied in Splatoon 1 that vegetables didn't exist until recently? This was in Kelp Dome stage dialogue as far as I remember. I'd like to think what it actually means is that vegetables didn't really exist in SQUID cuisine until very recently - being brought in most likely in the span of the past 100 years, probably. Inklings as carnivores do not NEED vegetables naturally as they're good as long as they can eat some fish or shrimp, mostly, but nowadays vegetables are something that's included in some foods anyway - again they have high liquid content, and have a crunch that might be fun for the beak. As for where the vegetables suddenly came from? I'd bet on cross-species cultural integration that might have exploded after the Great Turf War concluded. Some species, like a lot of crustaceans, eat vegetables and the like - so integration of herbivorous species into Inkopolis and other mainly squid societies likely brought vegetables into the public eye. (There's also some "veggies" that didn't make the cut into Inkling cuisine, such as.... literal grass.)

yes we're still talking about food. I think Inkling food culture is pretty different to ours, even looking past the different nutritional needs. While humans tend to follow the pattern of a few big meals per day, I don't think Inklings have a consistent pattern at all. Cephalopods are extremely fast-paced animals that hunt their prey and swiftly move on, and their radula (rasping tongue) makes it so that they can't really take big bites of anything in the first place (yes they do in the game but i'm ignoring it in favor of biology). A HUGE volume of the Inkling body and torso is taken up by the ink sac, which also leaves kind of limited space for other organs, including the stomach. What I'm getting at is that Inklings probably can't eat very much at once, so they might not have a food culture that heavily relies on big and complex meals. They're more into eating snacks and eating those more often; something like the Crust Bucket's shwaffles and other quick things that you can grab and move on (and Inklings LOVE the deep-fried stuff because of the crunch). Inklings' preference to get little bits of food any time of the day and often without that much time between makes street food stalls really popular, too.

Octarian food culture... going underground for a moment, I'd like to talk about it for a while, because it's probably very different! A lot of the Octarian food culture likely developed within the past 100 years, as that's when the majority of their society was driven underground. That would be kind of disastrous for any culture, I think.

Octarians are (albeit stereotypically) a to-the-point kind of people in a lot of ways. Especially in the domes where distribution and availability of things is and has been poor in the past, they're not exactly eating fancy down there. If there's one thing that defines Octarian cuisine, though, it's got to be wasabi. If a dish is described as "spicy" or "flavorful"... it's probably got its fair share of wasabi in it, with wasabi being a somewhat largely cultivated thing in the domes.

In general, though, a lot of Octarian food is made to be A. simple, and B. easy to store and preserve for a long time. Especially in the early days of the Octarian Underground, there was NEVER a guarantee that you could find fresh food, or food at ALL, so preserving something to eat was of utmost importance. As such and even to this day, most Octarian common foods are dried, salted or fermented meats - salted and dried fish, canned fillets or fish eggs - or soups, which is famously a food type where you can replace 90% of the "food" with hot, flavored water. A lot of foods have a very strong taste (or a lack thereof) that would make most Inklings turn up their nose... but Octarians tend to like what they're used to.

Octopus meat is also on the menu from the Really Bad Years, but DON'T WORRY, it's typically made out of tentacles - originating from families running without food sometimes having to resort to cutting off their tentacles to fry up and feed the kids. It's essentially just meat and it grows back over time... though with the biotechnology Octarians have these days, octopus meat is manufactured in MUCH easier ways in a lab environment. Long tentacles for Octolings are still in fashion in the modern day - cut tentacles used to mean that you're probably poor, so not having to resort to doing so just so you can Live And Survive and Not Starve is pretty cool and hip.

Octarians do tend to have a somewhat different attitude towards food in general, though. For most Octolings in the domes, food isn't something you can play with - it's not even a GUARANTEE. Most Octarian food is to the point, made to last, and made to be keep you alive and kicking and not much else, to be honest. To many people, it's not much else than nutrition - it's rarer to find passionate chefs in a society where ingredients have historically been really hard to come by and have been strictly rationed so that everyone can have at least SOMETHING. Some Octolings growing up in poor families will have that singular salted fish for breakfast, or go to the store on lunch break to eat a can of fish eggs with their bare hands and absolutely nothing else. Even on the surface, because that's kind of what they're used to.

(end food section.)

Back to the Inklings. Turf Wars shape a lot of squid culture, especially that of teenagers. Prior to being something that was really widely recognized and being commercialized by corporations, it really WAS mostly just a youth sport - Inklings tend to be territorial, and marking their own group's area with ink is quite literally in their blood. Turf Wars began as a materialization of this urge without it being SUPER violent... or at least to give the fighting a set of rules and some kind of borders, to keep it off the main street. Of course, upon becoming extremely mainstream, Turf Wars have proven to not only be profitable, but also very beneficial - the overall amount of crime and miscellaneous violence has DRASTICALLY plummeted as squids have an actual outlet to put their instincts into.

Speaking of Inkling youths: I think Inklings become independent at a pretty young age compared to humans. We have some in-universe information (mostly pictures) that confirm that Inklings DO go to school, and based on Splatoon's society as a whole, I'll assume that it would mirror the japanese school system to some extent. But unrelated from school, cephalopods in real life are independent literally from the second they leave their EGGS. Inklings don't have this luxury, as we see they're not even fully developed with hands until they're around 14 years old. In pre-society wild ages, Inklings would typically leave their parents' school (pack) in their teens, once they're able to freely shapeshift and use their own ink - and seek out a new school to either integrate into, or form a new one out of a bunch of other stray squid. I'd like to think that this instinct has carried over to modern day Inklings - a majority of squid leave their families around 15 years old, or roughly after getting out of school. They then set out to find their place in the world - and their own other stray squids to form a new found family with. In the age of cellphones, most people probably choose to keep in touch with their parents and family members, but even when it was expected that you'd probably never see your kid again once they set out, it likely wasn't something that melancholic rather than just being The Thing That Happens.

That's pretty much everything I can think of right now before my brain turns into powder... again, there's not much the game tells us. There's some things I didn't really go into, like the implications of the food chain being confirmed to exist among sapient species, that's... a whole other topic. But anyway, I hope this was satisfactory, and I'd like to hear people's thoughts in the replies about your headcanons on Inkling society and how it's different!

#mailbox #squidthoughts #essay.... again #i proofread it 1 time if theres typos or nonsense no theres not

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exalok · 1 year

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modified map of the Empire of the Isles: elevation (land and sea), lakes, major cities, trade routes (red: heavy traffic, yellow: light traffic)

modifications explained below the cut

the main change, which prompted most of the other changes, is that i placed tyvia and morley on one tectonic plate, and gristol and serkonos on another.

i'm not a geologist and possibly there are other explanations to how the isles were formed, but my reasoning went thus: the temperature difference between the north of tyvia and the south of serkonos is too huge for a single archipelago -> the distance between them must correspond to something like that between finland and spain -> the isles are the size of a continent -> a continent, as far as i know, does not split apart unless through the movement of tectonic plates -> there is divergence happening

it could also have been convergence but wow that would mean so many more volcanoes. instead you get block rift mountains

the main tectonic rift is between tyvia+morley and gristol, as evidenced by the very deep chasm -- it's probably smaller in width than it should be, but i'm not going for full realistic accuracy either -- but there is also tectonic drift between tyvia and morley (according to the north american tectonic plate this is a thing that can happen, because that thing branches off in all kinds of directions. could it cause a continent to split on this small a scale? who knows. i'm pretending the answer is yes. can you tell already i just wanted to go hog wild on the tectonic plates) and there are convergent plates above tyvia and below serkonos

CONSEQUENCES: volcanoes volcanoes volcanoes (and fault block mountains)

now serkonos is half dormant volcanoes, half huge old magma flow from a massive volcanic event at some point in the distant past; tyvia has a volcanic arc as its northmost feature but it's partly calderas; the south of tyvia and the north of gristol is very mountainous (but the area between gristol and morley isn't because the tectonic forces along that axis are transformed [dunno if that's the proper term, basically lateral] rather than divergent

does this also mean there are probably earthquakes everywhere? yes. oh god

OTHER FEATURES: a couple of meteor craters (the shapes were already there, i just decided they would be craters) east of baleton and west of caltan; a void rift deep in the ocean right near whitecliff, pulling in the landmass around it; minor modifications to certain outline areas because i added in mountains. i like mountains. they make things less flat. OH and this was already present in the canon map but the line of islands east of gristol is now a bunch of extinct volcanoes formed as the result of a hotspot at the morley-gristol tectonic limit, now closed; and i just fully deleted an island west of gristol for the hell of it. also the lakes were either already there, or hadn't been colored in right on the canon map, or were Very Weird Interconnecting Rivers i decided to fill in because why not

TRADE ROUTES. obviously all capitals would be trade centers, or at least trade-rich considering their population level, but i've decided several other cities are either merchant towns for reasons such as being nearest to another isle, being conveniently placed to connect to many other cities and thus either the center of trade (like yaro or driscol) or a waypoint (like caltan), or being an exporter of stuff and conveniently placed right on a trade route thus favoring its development (like potterstead, but that's entirely my personal fanon)

some trade routes are heavily used because they lead to many ports of interest, or because they lead to a major port, or because it's the only way to get to a certain major port efficiently (for example, the trade routes to the east of serkonos are little used because if you leave from karnaca you have to get all the way around the trail of volcanic islands, can't dock at whitecliff directly because, see name, it's on a huge cliff, then avoid the dishonored bermuda's triangle [void rift, huge myths around that place, few people risk going through there], then get all the way up to driscol); the heavily trafficked trade route that stops right at the top of serkonos actually leads to the serkonan canal, which isn't even present on the canon map (probs because they hadn't invented it yet when they drew the thing), and is a much faster way of getting to karnaca, but deep-keel boats can't take the canal and series of waterlocks and have to go around the old way; wei-ghon does a lot of trade because it needs to to support its population way in the north, and a lot of tyvian trade goes by boat due to the poor travel conditions inland and the huge fuckoff mountains

not pictured: trade routes to pandyssia

#dishonored #empire of the isles #drawins

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Intro post time :o

Hi I'm Glass, 29F (she/her). I spend way too much time with worldbuilding or story ideas or exploring themes SIGH. I'd enjoy building/upgrading my computers if I had the money and space for it >:( I also find driving (without traffic or a ton of stoplights) while listening to music super relaxing (eg my story playlists)

I really like to draw/write about Narinder/The One Who Waits 🙃

I've got four Cult of the Lamb AUs/storylines on a sliding scale of dark to lighthearted:

Depression Quest (fic, cw: abuse, self harm, depression)

The Courtship of the God of Death (fic, cw: unhealthy/toxic relationship, obsession, jealousy, manipulation, violence, gore, emotional/psychological abuse)

Restart (cw: violence, gore)

19th Century AU