#The Agency

[cametotheshowinsd]

Of all the years that we stood there on the sidelines Wishing for right now

#taylor swift #tswiftedit #tswiftgif #long live #eras tour #speak now tour #I'm not crying you are #the agency #paul amos and mike 🥲 #userelena #userleah

[seraphinitegames]

I am extremely suspicious of there being a rat in the Agency… have we met them yet??

For a minute, I thought you meant an actual rat, which would have been adorable and I may have to add that in at some point, lol!

But yeah, as might have been picked up, there definitely seems to be some...information leakage issues from people at the Agency!

Might be one person...might be more...who knows...?

Hehehehe! ;D

Thank you so much for the ask! :)

#the wayhaven chronicles #asks #interactive fiction #twc the agency #the agency #we have a mole #choice of games #hosted games

[godofsmallthings]

paul sidoti continues to have excellent taste in taylor songs 🥰

#the agency #paul sidoti #vi is typing...

[inamagicalhallucination]

one time atsushi came to the office (mayhaps after not sleeping well/at all for a few days), noticed that everyone was cooing over a cat that looked suspiciously like his tiger form and thought he was being replaced and cried himself to sleep that night

dazai: hey atsushi look at what-

atsushi, already crying: how could u

dazai:

the agency:

(on the other hand if he sees akutagawa with a cat replica of him he coos and teases --- a man of duality)

(atsushi when the agency looks at someone/something like him: oh so this is what akutagawa feels like so this is heartbreak and betrayal. love nothing because everything only ends. they have found a better version i am just the prototype everyone will forget

 atsushi when akutagawa breathes in the general direction of something/someone like him: lmao what r u? obsessed with me?? are u in love with me akutagawa is that it?? ha.)

#hit me up for more dumb atsushi hcs #bungou stray dogs atsushi #atsushi nakajima #bsd atsushi #atsushi #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #incorrect bungo stray dogs #the agency #the ada #Ada #ada as family #armed detective agency #the armed detective agency #Akutagawa #bsd akutagawa #shin soukoku #shin soukoku au #bsd sskk #sskk

[dandorime]

I promise I'm not trying to fixate on the relationship between IEYTD characters, my brain just kinda does it without my permission. The ending of IEYTD3 has been rattling around in there for a week now, and I think I've noticed a development. Spoilers after the cut.

In the last mission, Phoenix does something badass and imperils himself again (standard procedure by this point), and it's on Roxana to save him.

Now, we have evidence of the Handler being sincerely upset at the prospect of Phoenix's death from the second game and a timely reminder of that from the water level in this one. We also know the Handler's openly worried about Roxana from the very first level. He doesn't seem too upset that she's betrayed the Agency, either.

For some reason, when both of them are in mortal danger, Handler's commentary in this situation is only urging Roxana to flee. She's made it clear that Phoenix doesn't seem able to escape on his own, and while she eventually does find a way to save you, the Handler doesn't encourage her to try. Is this an indication that the Handler cares more about Roxana than Agent Phoenix?

Maybe not.

Maybe it's an indication that the Handler has come to understand Agent Phoenix as an equal he can respect rather than a tool he is tasked with guiding, and has begun following his agent's lead. After all, Phoenix puts himself into blackout-mode trying to save not only himself and other EOD agents worldwide, but Roxana as well. The Handler knows this and is trying to assure that Phoenix's intentions succeed: that Roxana survives.

(Alternatively, both of them might just be disrespecting Roxana's potential to actually save Phoenix based on her track record of trusting Zor and the whole robot thing, but she finally proves them wrong. Equally bittersweet, IMHO.)

#ieytd #ieytd2 #ieytd3 #agent phoenix #roxana prism #reginald crane #the agency

[agentpenis]

So apparently the “bad vibes” I’ve been feeling are actually “severe psychological distress and trauma from nearly dying all the time”. Pshh, as if. Who needs a therapist anyway? Why does the agency even mandate it?

#i expect you to die #ieytd #agent phoenix #the agency

[fordarkisthesuede]

Fangs of Ouroboros - Chapter 3 - The Carrot and the Stick

I meant to say this in the beginning of the year, but as usual stuff kept getting in the way, so I'll say it now:

THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR SUPPORT IN 2023!!! ｡･+ﾟﾟ(うд´｡)ﾟﾟ+･｡ 💖💖💖💖💖

Last time on The Snake Goes Round 'n' Round:

Tiffany and John worked together to investigate the explosive that destroyed the office of a PI with a connection to Lady Arkham, discovering the bomber is connected to a very publicized 5-year-old murder. Deciding to see if they can get a firm ID out of a short list of candidates, they head to Blackgate Prison disguised as lawyers...

And now, we rejoin Bruce as he heads off to see what The Agency wants with Wayne Enterprises...

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Bruce drummed the steering wheel as the motor idled in the early morning traffic. It would get worse in twenty minutes, when everyone left for their 8 o’clock shifts at the same time.

His mind kept drifting back to the explosion. How Oz didn’t seem to know one of his men was dead. How strangely well-timed it seemed with the weird murder-game Joker had made upstairs. Those stupid notes. How in his own words John had said he would do that kind of thing just to mess with him…

Not that he actually suspected John of being behind it. If he had used real bodies in that room, then… But of course he hadn’t. And he couldn’t picture John, who took pride in putting his own ‘Joker’ signature on everything he made, not making the bomb himself. Let alone not taking credit for it. Or putting glitter in it.

And it made Bruce wonder:  if it wasn’t the world’s greatest coincidence that a detective linked to a nefarious terrorist would have an attempt on his life botched horribly - or else just his work destroyed - then could someone have been following John to make it seem like the two things were related?

He could feel the locker key he’d gotten from Joker’s “crime scene” burning a hole in his breast pocket. It felt like a longshot, but if that was true, then whoever had followed John to the old building could have followed him elsewhere. They might know the next step. They might know the whole game. Which meant either of them could be waltzing into a trap.

Bruce clenched his teeth and turned sharp enough to barely avoid the curb as he sorted through his mental map of Gotham. St. Dymphna’s was close to a Skyrail station, which was the best bet for John’s choice…

But technically, it was the victim’s locker he was looking for. The crime scene was closer to the red line, but it was possible. Bruce recalled seeing a gym around the same area, but it would be harder to get to.

That said, he didn’t really see the joke in choosing a gym locker. It was rare, but it was logical for a normal person who took the Skyrail often to rent out one of the lockers for longer than a day. Or else they had gotten a copy for a locker they’d rigged to no longer open. And there was something funny about keeping valuables locked up in a public space.

After years of studying the city’s maps and acting as Batman, Bruce knew every back-route in Gotham big enough for his car. Weaving into alleys and side-streets came second-nature.

The Skyrail station was surprisingly quiet for the early morning, with only a few bleary-eyed people hauling up and down the stairs and only one using the old elevator. Bruce suspected that much like regular traffic, it would get a lot busier in about ten or fifteen minutes. He slipped on the pair of aviator sunglasses that John had once again left in the car, hoping no one would recognize him. At least the lockers were at the bottom level.

The little key didn’t have a number stamped on it. There were only so many lockers available, and the station had elected to get rid of the availability lights to prevent theft. Not that it always helped, as evidenced by the obvious dents. He’d have to guess.

John’s choice would probably be 8, as the lockers didn’t go past 30. The crime scene took place in room 12 on the third floor. And the invitation had been stamped on the 19th, the day before yesterday. (Or was it that today was supposed to be significant?)

He decided to try 8 - the key didn’t budge. It would look suspicious to try them all… Since it was truly the victim’s key, it would have to be something they could remember easily. And since Bruce didn’t have so much as a name to go by…

Locker 12 opened with a ka-dink. It was small and square, holding a plain plastic shopping bag with a folder advertising funeral services peeking out on top.

Bruce saw no harm in going through the bag’s contents. He pulled out a thin stack of paper from a manila folder - it looked like the owner (likely the male victim from the crime scene) had sold up most of their stock portfolio over the past few months. The names’ acronyms stood out to him as if he’d dealt with them before, but he couldn’t remember the context. 

The name on the trades was different from the bank statement showing some hefty withdrawals from a joint account named for a group. Why ‘Arnold Palmer’ needed another two-hundred thousand dollars from ‘Three Lime Twists’ was an easy thing to guess - he was going to run away.

The paper trail John had laid out was just that; if the ‘Three Lime Twists’ group were set to get revenge and their money back, then they must’ve discovered where it all went. The natural thing would’ve been to put it in the wife’s account, but that normally wouldn’t be accessible to anyone else - and it would be quite difficult to check, despite the number and bank looking legitimate…

The folder from The Balm of Our Hearts held flyers for different services and plot availability in Gotham’s cemeteries, including maps. Nothing was circled, but the significance of including them at all made Bruce’s synapses spark.

Of course… The extracted funds could all be physical. It would be so much like John, who loved finding hiding places, to create such an elaborate one in a place where few people walked and where any shovel work would seem natural.

As for what exactly was buried and in which cemetery… I’m going to have to do some digging, he thought, feeling a smile tug on his lips. Heh… John would’ve loved that.

The only other item in the bag was a small black jewelry box with Noir Velours stamped on it - a top of the line jeweler that Bruce had used himself. 

He was half-surprised to see an actual ring in it. A sapphire almost as large as his fingernail shone in-between what may have been black spinel on a platinum band that seemed too thick and large for a woman's hand. In fact, it looked like it would fit him.

Could the male victim from the apartment have been planning on running away with a man? Maybe that was why the killer didn’t stop by the locker - the wife didn’t know about it. Outside of the fact that they couldn’t have been able to anyway, as they only existed as an idea in this game… The idea of the male vic’ planning to kill his wife wasn’t off the table yet.

Or maybe the killer was some kind of third member of the relationship who decided he’d had enough…? But then again, the dinner table would’ve been set for three…

Maybe he was overthinking the ring’s purpose. It could be a clue just by itself:  an expensive piece of jewelry kept out of the way from the apartment. Which meant it would have had to go elsewhere, and the most convenient place for it was the stop along the way.

And considering the few leads he had, it was likely the same cemetery Bruce would have to go dig in.

Bruce shut the locker and began the short trek back to the car, bag in hand, feeling a buzz of excitement still prickle in his brain despite knowing he’d soon have to face the reality waiting for him in his office.

🜃

The Agency were being subtle this time, at least. He would’ve hardly recognized Iman’s old partner in the casual business suit if it weren’t for his shoes; hard caps for the toes were difficult to slim down in any design.

“Mr. Wayne, glad you could join us,” Agent Vernon Blake greeted as Bruce shut the conference room door behind him. Iman Avesta was seated at the large conference table in a navy blue pantsuit. The room was otherwise empty.

“Looks like this is a private party,” Bruce commented dryly, “Where’s our security personnel? The other department heads?”

“We’ve already discussed the necessary precautions to be taken with your security teams,” Agent Blake said, “This debriefing is just for you and Miss Avesta. She insisted on briefing everyone else separately.”

Thank Iman for small favors, Bruce thought, mouthing ‘thank you’ as he walked around Agent Blake’s back. He’d hate to have the rest of the company side-eying him for what he presumed was another by-product of a criminal association. He could practically hear the clucking about low stocks and bad publicity from the board, who already were tempted to axe him for his engagement announcement alone.

“To get straight to the point,” Agent Blake said, swiping his tablet (from one of the Wayne’s own tech divisions, Bruce noticed) to cast the projection of his screen to the television on the wall, “we’re here because of your association with Victor Fries.”

The meeting room’s extra-wide screen showed a screen-capture of security footage taken from the basement of the SANCTUS facility, where Bruce could be seen talking to a newly-infected Victor behind the glass of the temperature-controlled chamber. 

“Since you effectively saved him from the LOTUS virus, Mr. Fries had been in our custody.”

Had. The word stuck out like a clean window in the Narrows. Bruce knew exactly where this was going. “And now he’s escaped.”

Agent Blake glanced at him. “Yes.” The image changed to footage of what looked like a laboratory. Victor Fries, still clad in his red goggles and metallic low-temperature suit, bore a familiar collar around his neck that was undoubtedly fitted with explosives. “We allowed him to continue working on the cure for his wife’s illness in exchange for us studying his body’s incubation of LOTUS. At approximately 1:05 this morning -”

In the video, everything happened at once:  the chemical vials on the table in the background exploded, causing another scientist and the armed guard in the corner to scramble to put it out while Victor made a dash for the door.

“- Mr. Fries caused a lab accident.” 

The bubbling beaker Victor had been working with exploded with something white-hot, and the camera footage switched to a hallway, showing Victor throwing his collar aside and slipping into a large door.

“He somehow managed to fix the features of his suit we’d disabled and froze off his restraining collar. He broke into the testing room, froze two of our technicians, and escaped with a prototype freeze-ray and Nora Fries’ cryo-tube.”

Bruce watched as a group of security personnel dashed down the hall, only to get frozen in place by what looked like a ray gun straight off a 50’s pulp novel. Victor wheeled his wife’s frozen holding tank behind him.

“How did he leave the facility?” Iman asked as the image was replaced with an aerial map of Gotham.

Agent Blake tapped his thumb on the edge of the tablet and pursed his lips. “He stole one of our transport trucks and froze the controls for the doors on his way out. He ditched the truck and stole a rental van from a gas station while the driver was getting a lottery ticket.”

Bruce studied the map. All of the city’s warehouses, factories, and laboratory buildings with cold room storage were marked with red dots. Naturally, Wayne Enterprises’ had their pharmaceutical manufacturing facility in the mix, but Wayne Tower was also marked. “Why do you think he’d come here?” Bruce asked, already knowing the answer.

“Victor Fries is not in his right mind anymore, Mr. Wayne. The LOTUS virus has affected him the same way it affected Edward Nygma.” Agent Blake met Iman’s gaze with a look Bruce could only attribute to regret and comradery through the memory of their last case together. “You may have betrayed him in the Pact, but you practically saved his life. He might try to get your help.”

Bruce wasn’t so sure of that. The man was a natural-born loner, only working with the Pact out of necessity. Much like Bruce himself. And he knew Victor was too intelligent to try to seek him out. He’d be far more likely to leave him alone out of gratitude.

“And I’m assuming The Agency would like my help.”

Agent Blake avoided looking at him or Iman, but stared down at the tablet as he typed something. “We’d like your cooperation, Mr. Wayne. If Victor Fries makes any attempt at contact with you, we’d like to know about it. And naturally,” he added, his focus returning to Bruce’s hard stare, “we’ve already negotiated all necessary access with your security team for the suspected locations under your name.”

“What about the other Pact members?” Iman asked, keeping her hands folded on the table. “Do you think he’ll try to engage them at all?” 

“They’re not a concern,” the agent waved away, “We’ve already checked with Blackgate Prison. Dr. Harleen Quinzel and ‘Bane’ are in secure wings and haven’t received any correspondence from anyone besides their legal representation - which we’ve naturally crosschecked. Even if he could contact them, we can’t see any reason to. We don’t feel any sufficient motive for him contacting John Doe, either.”

“Napier,” Bruce corrected. “And he betrayed the Pact, too; by helping me.”

“We’re well aware of your relationship, Mr. Wayne.” The meeting room monitor reverted back to its default image of the Wayne Enterprises logo. “As I’m sure you’re aware of how precious time is in these cases. If you or any of your associates find Mr. Fries before we do,” he emphasized with a hard stare back at Bruce as he slipped a contact card on the table, “it’s in everyone’s best interest to alert us first. The battery powering his suit only lasts so long; and when it runs out, he’ll become highly infectious.”

Bruce knew what would happen if he rejected any of this:  he would not only get tailed anyway, but Amanda Waller would have another reason to spill his secret at the nearest opportunity. He ignored the childish urge to tear up the card, sliding it into his breast pocket instead. He’d have to check it and his car later for any tracking devices.

“Vernon,” Iman added with an unexpected softness, “I know you can’t tell me any details, but… Just how useful is Victor Fries to the Agency?”

The agent lost the firm look he had with Bruce. He didn’t answer straight away. “It depends on who you ask,” he said slowly. “If you went to Waller, she’d say he was top priority. Anderson and Duchovny would say differently.” Agent Blake closed the tablet case with a sense of finality. “You know where you can reach me,” he said, directed far more at Iman than at Bruce.

The door clicked shut. “Those names mean anything to you?”

“Two associate directors in the Agency,” Iman explained, propping her chin on her folded hands. “They were never Waller’s biggest fans, but they keep quiet when she gets results. The fact that she’s desperate to have Fries back says whatever research they have into the incubating LOTUS isn’t conclusive.”

“That freeze-gun he had was different from the one he had before,” Bruce added, “They must be reverse-engineering his weapons, too.”

“That wouldn’t be worth hunting him down over.”

“No, but it might be part of it. Waller’s not one for letting things go.”

Iman leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms in thought. “I’d be surprised if she wasn’t in the city, at least. I doubt she’d give someone the opportunity to slip up on re-capturing one of her projects if it was this important to her.”

That was if they could really take Agent Blake at his word. Iman seemed to trust him, but how much of that was an old sense of comradery versus actual reason? 

“Oh, speaking of,” Iman added, turning to him, “you got here later than I thought you’d be. Did something happen?”

Bruce didn’t see any reason in telling her the truth. He wasn’t sure how much she or Tiffany knew about the game John had created, but he couldn’t picture either of them encouraging it in any way. “Sorry. I just had to make a quick stop,” he answered, unable to banish the image of Joker grinning at him from the old television screen.

“Oh. I thought you might have been dropping off John. I doubted he’d want to be alone at the manor with the Agency in town…”

Bruce brought up his own map of the city on his phone, marking the same locations the Agency had marked as potential hideouts for Fries. “He’s hitching a ride to work with Tiffany. Can you give me a patch into the camera system for WE RX?”

“You want it direct? I could just get you a web login.”

“Direct is easier if I’m going to be watching several locations at once,” Bruce explained, standing to retreat to his office for a few moments before he would get stuck at the next meeting on his calendar. “We need to find him before they can.”

“Not that I don’t agree, but for which reason in particular?”

The Agency had already been treating Fries like a captured animal; and while it was true Bruce didn’t want to know what they would do to him upon his recapture, true that he didn’t want the virus he’d worked to eliminate have a chance to return, and that there may have been a crumb of truth in not wanting to be beaten to the punch by the likes of them…

It was the sticking point about Fries that Harley Quinn had summed up rather succinctly, once. “Because as someone once put it, the only thing he gives two hoots about is his wife,” Bruce quoted, mimicking Harley’s voice without her clear tone of disdain. “Either Victor found a cure for Nora Fries, or he’s missing something to finish it. And Waller won’t care what happens to her if they take him back.”

“I’m glad we’re thinking alike,” Iman said with a slight smile, “It reminds me of why I volunteered for the Pact case to begin with, Batman.” Iman tugged her suit straight. “I should be able to patch you into the camera feed in about fifteen minutes. Robin’s cracking program should make quick work of the other feeds; I’ll take half of them if you want.”

“That’d be a huge help,” Bruce said honestly, “I’m going to check for any abandoned cold rooms that weren’t marked on that map. I doubt Fries will want to make too much of a scene.”

Iman gave a single, sardonic little hah. “Between our team and this city’s penchant for themed criminals, that would certainly make a nice change.”

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Notes:

I really wanted to finish this piece before the end of 2023. That did not go as planned. (Then again, that last third of the year took a weird-ass turn, and I’m still trying to navigate myself back to the road.) I have a little over half of the next chapter done because it was originally going to be here, but then I realized I hated having to backtrack scenes and then skip around, so it was easier to just make things in the proper order, even if the sudden character switching would be a little weird to “play”. Season 4 sure was easier!

Onto funner stuff: Bruce has no real choice in following Joker’s game. He just pretends he does. At least his reasoning in the villainous path makes a tad more sense... And speaking of, “your” choices at the end could lead to telling Iman about Joker’s murder-game, regardless of his status with the Bat-fam. The villain!Joker path would naturally cause Iman to be concerned about both you and the city, but in our vigilante!Joker path, you’d get a special relationship notification: “Iman Avesta is judging you pretty hard right now.”

And lastly, a super-special-awesome thank you to @spring-roe on tumblr for this sweet fanart! ( ͒ ́ඉ .̫ ඉ ̀ ͒)

#the perseverance project #fangs of ouroboros #telltale batjokes #telltale batman #juce #batman the telltale series #the enemy within #batjokes #bruce wayne #GUESS WHO'S BACK #(back again) #the agency #iman avesta #Achievement: Iman Is Judging You So Hard #I have so many little jokes in this one :3c #circulate the links

[ninjastormhawkkat]

Headlines and Perspectives - One shot

Dr. Two Brains blood chilled when he saw what was printed on the morning edition of the Fair City Times. Guilt, torment, and anger coursed through his body. How dare the called her that! Becky wasn't anything like that monster! It wasn't her fault that Miss Crimes was making her commit all that violence and bloodshed. Two Brains let out a sigh, releasing his anger as he noticed how his hands were beginning to crumple and tear up the newspaper. "Besides. The only reason she is dealing with all of this is because of me." Dr. Two Brains mumbled in a guilty tone. He knew this headline will only make people's fear of Miss Crimes even worse. He had to finish the cure quickly before it would be too late. Victor frowned as he silently read the newspaper. Unwanted memories were coming back as he gazed over the words and the information about Miss Crimes printed in the article. "So now you see why I need you on this case Agent Cutter." Margaret spoke in a serious tone to the man as they were both seated in her office at The Agency. Victor let out a sigh. He had done cases like this before, but things were different this time. "She is still a child ma'm." Victor responded, his face bearing an slightly anguished expression. Margaret Fuller's gazed at Victor with a sympathetic look despite still bearing a hardened and serious expression. "I know but we can't have her running around and killing innocent lives anymore. For now I want you to find out more information on Miss Crimes such as he origins, powers, and weaknesses. If there is a way to contain her then do it. If not..." Margaret paused. Victor just grimly nodded. She didn't have to finish that command. Victor knew if he couldn't capture Miss Crimes, then he would have to end her life. Darius smirked with intrigue as he sat in his office. The newspaper from one of his associates who was situated in Fair City looked very promising. He then pressed a button on a device with a speaker. "Miss Lears, please bring in the contact information of Dr. Calvin Barriton and Professor Athena Cartwright to my desk immediately." Darius commanded. "Right away Mr. Brewster." A voice responded. Darius smiled wickedly and went back to reading his paper. "It looks like B.E.A.W labs might get a new bioweapon soon, or some scientists might get a chance to test out their weapons on Miss Crimes. Whichever comes first." Darius mused to himself as he drank his coffee. Archie Webber had a fierce and determined expression as he packed his hero gear up. Dr. Arannae was ready and willing to bring this Miss Crimes to justice. She was going to pay for killing his best friend Jenkins and for crushing Joe's heart. The poor man had called Archie and through tears and anguish told him what happened to Dr. James Jenkins. How Jenkins' mangled remains were found in his lab along with destroyed equipment. Joe had also told him about what was printed in today's newspaper concerning Miss Crimes. "That girl's murderous crime spree ends now." Archie growled as he headed out the door with his gear in tow. His pet spider Fluffy safe at his mom's house. Archie didn't want to imagine what would happen if Miss Crimes got her fiendish claws on his sweet boy.

Fair City Times Headline

Miss Crimes: Fair City’s Next Maddrix the Malicious @melodythebunny @erraticeris

#wordgirl #wordgirl au #the strange case of wordgirl and miss crimes #dr two brains #dr archie webber #fluffy #dr james jenkins #joseph joe smith #professor athena cartwright #dr calvin barriton #victor boxleitner #margaret fuller #the agency #B.E.A.W labs #the last superheroes au #tw: violence #tw: blood #tw: character death #maddrix the malicious #darius brewster

[notesonartistry]

Taylor looked at Amos bass for the key note and then Amos nodded his head for the tempo when she should start singing again.

Yeah, that's what it looked like to me. It was great teamwork - I'm sure to an extent this happens during all shows, but the fact they've been together as a band for so long really helps with the unspoken communication. Amos knew what she needed and adjusted (you see him slow his walk a bit at the same time, until she turns around). Hardly anybody will even have noticed what could have been a major issue.

#amos heller #i love her band #the agency

[depression-soup]

#i expect you to die #ieytd3 #ieytd2 #ieytd #headcanons #doodles #the fabricator #hivemind #commander solaris #solaris #ollie ieytd #zoraxis #the agency

[whatbecomesofcuriousminds13]

Something I don’t feel gets mentioned enough is Taylor having Liz and Caitlin re-record their backup vocals for the re-records. Like they all three live separate lives but come back just for this to make it authentic to the originals 🥲🥹

#love the agency #fetus agency #taylor swift #taylorswift #speak now taylor’s version #speak now #speak now taylor swift #Liz huett #caitlin evanson #the agency #ts #sntv #red tv #fearless tv

[chuuyanakaahara]

baseball au headcanons

*for those who don't know, in baseball, the average major league baseball pitch is 92.3 mph, and the fastest ever pitched was 105.1. a "walk" happens when a pitcher throws four pitches outside of the strike zone, which is between your mid-torso and knees. it is pitched from 65 ft back. it means that the player gets to walk to first base.

dazai is still known as the "demon prodigy" - he's a pitcher, and insanely good at it. he could pitch at 90 mph by age 16. they say he pitched a game where the opposing team never got a hit, or a run, and they weren't any walks.*

chuuya is the first basemen, and while he's an insanely strong fielder, he's notorious for when he's up to bat. he's one of the few batters who is almost guaranteed to hit a home run every time - he and dazai are essentially the only ones who can practice together, because no one else can hit dazai's insane pitches.

ranpo is short stop - the player who stands between second and third base, since most balls are hit in that direction. he's incredible at it, but he's also incredibly lazy. he's already determined whether a ball will come his way or not based on the way the batter is standing, past history with the batter, and their bat.

akutagawa is also a pitcher - he's known for injuring people unfortunate enough to get in the way of his pitches, but he doesn't have the same record as dazai.

atsushi is also a first basemen! he really wants to learn from chuuya, but chuuya's a hard ass about playing a game for all nine innings, and so atsushi doesn't get to play much.

kunikida is catcher. kunikida is the only one insane enough to catch dazai's pitches.

yosano is team manager - kyouka hangs around her a lot.

mori and fukuzawa are the coaches.

tanizaki is second basemen, and boy is he confused a lot. he doesn't even know how he ended up on the varsity team.

tachihara is third basemen! he hates hates hates working with ranpo, though, so he'll try and bench himself as often as possible.

dazai and chuuya haven't been allowed on the field together since they made a double play (with the help of tanizaki and tachihara)** and then got into a fist fight on the field. during a game.

** a single play is a play in which the fielding team gets one out after a single bat. a double play is when two outs are made after a single batter hits. a triple play is when three outs are made after a single player hits. only 15 triple plays have happened in MLB history.

#here are my hcs and here's a little guide on baseball i guess #bungou stray dogs #bsd #the agency #the port mafia #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #soukoku #tachihara michizou #mori ougai #yukichi fukuzawa #ranpo edogawa #tanizaki junichirou #yosano akiko #kunikida doppo #atsushi nakajima #akutagawa ryuunosuke #i have more of these. i have more hcs. does anyone want them? #i'll probably make them anyway but like what's the interest?

[seraphinitegames]

What's the reason behind MC getting to choose their handler? MC is supposed to be part of UB, so should that not then automatically make Rebecca the handler? How does it work when the rest answer to Rebecca but MC to A?

This is definitely not a criticism btw, I'm absolutely giddy to get Adam to be my MC's handler! I'm going to annoy him so much! 😈

I know some people’s characters really don’t get along with Rebecca, and she isn’t someone who would force the handler issue.

Unit Bravo already have a command structure in place, so Adam/Ava taking over briefings and things isn’t much extra effort for them.

As long as everything still gets done, the teams of the Agency kind of have a lot of freedom to do the tasks as they need!

Thank you so much for the ask :)

#the wayhaven chronicles #asks #interactive fiction #unit bravo #twc detective #romance #vampires #choice of games #hosted games #choicescript #the agency #twc the agency #command structure

[godofsmallthings]

lmaooooooo amos

#king #do i have a tag for him? #maybe just #the agency #vi is typing...

[inamagicalhallucination]

theres this art on pinterest that has baby atsushi holding a dazai doll and i dont know the artist so i cant show it but

but i see it so much

and i had the most vivid daydream of atsushi getting hit with an ability that turned him into a toddler but dazai not being able to nullify it becuz he needed to touch the ability user so now they have toddler atsushi

but atsushi gets really attached to dazai but then dazai has to leave for a mission related to the ability user and cant bring atsushi so they give atsushi a dazai doll instead

(yes, they agency just casually had a dazai shaped doll laying around what about it)

and it was going really well; baby atsushi was dragging it everywhere, petting its hair, babbling to it, feeding it rocks, etc

until he was dragging it around and the foot caught on a door or something and baby atsushi pulled a little too hard and the leg ripped off and baby atsushi got traumatized even more

he cried for so long and so loud they had to bring back dazai to reassure him he wasnt dead 

#bsd dazai #Dazai Osamu #bungou stray dogs dazai #dazai and atsushi #atsushi nakajima #bungou stray dogs atsushi #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #nakajima atsushi #atsushi nakajima bsd #Ada #ada as family #the ada #ada dazai #baby atsushi #the armed detective agency #the agency #armed detective agency #armed detective agency as family #osamu dazai #bsd atsushi #atsushi #bungo stray dogs dazai #bsd #bsd fluff #bsd funny

[dddragoni-drabbles]

"Sir! We've got intruders on the east side!"

The man in black didn't even bother to look up from his files. "There is no cause for alarm, Agent 49. This compound's automated defenses are sufficient to secure any intruders, mundane or otherwise."

"That's what I thought, sir, but look-" She turned her tabled toward him, displaying a live feed. On it, a woman in a leather jacket was striding confidently down the hallway, calmly ducking and sidestepping every dart, net, and pitfall that came her way. A meek-looking man followed a short ways behind her. "It's like the defenses aren't even there. We must have a mole or-"

"Impossible." The man in black leaned forward, gaze intently fixed on the screen. "Which defenses are active change randomly every day, for exactly that reason. No one should know how to get through that easily, unless..." He leaned back. "She's seen it before."

He pressed a button on his desk phone. "Dr. Carmichael? I need everything you have on that temporal anomaly you picked up on today. And send a chronal decoupler to Agent 241. We hav no idea how much time we've already lost.

#microfiction #original writing #time loop #the agency