Faction: Finally, we’ve infiltrated the Institute! Time to blow this shit up!
SS: But … this place is incredible. It might truly be mankind’s last hope.
Faction: This place has terrorized the Commonwealth for years! We’re blowin’ it up!
SS: But Father’s dead. The people have already surrendered. Some of them have even evacuated.
Faction: Time’s a wastin’! Gotta blow it up!
SS: But there are some pretty good people here. Not everyone is like Father. Very few of them, in fact. Maybe we can learn to put aside our differences and work together for the betterment of mankind.
Faction: I’m hookin’ up the bomb!
SS: There are animals in here, too. Plants and food substitutes. Purified water. Farms and heat lamps. There’s also a lab where scientists were studying the FEV virus. Maybe we can find a way to reverse it. Forever.
Faction: Tick-tock, tick-tock.
SS: Hmm, what this? Says on this terminal that they were working on a cure for cancer, and the results were promising. It looks like they’ve almost cracked the code on–
There have been many famous, infamous, and secretive groups within fiction. If you’re trying to create clubs, factions, gangs, sects, guilds, brotherhoods, or any sort of organized group within your story but need a little boost getting the depth and nuances fleshed out, then I’m here to help.
Where did they begin?
Start with an idea. A person or a group of people came up with an idea, a philosophy, a passion. Who were they?
They began recruiting, rallying others (a few other people, or large groups) around their idea. How difficult was this? How receptive were those who heard? How open about their new idea were they?
They formed an official organization. What mission statement did they write? How was a leader or group of leaders selected? How much disagreement was there in the earlier states? How did they find and/or claim a headquarters? What rules did they start out with, if any?
How did they adapt to growth over time? Was the growth fast or slow, if it happened at all? How did rules or structure need to be adjusted as the numbers grew?
If the primary goal or mission was met, how did they adjust and redefine their purpose?
How do they function, once established?
How has their origin shaped who they are as an organization today?
How do they interact with the world at large?
Are they a secret society?
Are they at odds with the law?
Do they run their town/village/country, whether directly or indirectly?
Who can join? What does joining require? Is there a “probationary” period? How are new recruits treated?
Is there any training or education that proceeds (or precedes) initiation?
How are they funded?
Through illegal means
Through the government
Through private donations
Through the church
Through the (legal) work of their members
Do they have an official or unofficial religious affiliation?
Do they have an emblem or a sigil, some symbol of their loyalty. How is that mark treated? How commonly recognized is that symbol?
How free to live one’s own life is a member once they’ve joined? How much of a day-to-day impact does the membership have?
Can they still work their old job?
Have their old friends?
Stay with their families? Or perhaps the families join as a unit?
Keep their home? Perhaps they still live in it, but it becomes property of the guild?
How ubiquitous is the mission statement? Is it quoted frequently?
What is the consequence for leaving the group? Or for disloyalty?
“Let them all come, Clint. Let every last one of those tracksuit-wearing sub-verbal, bullying murderous scumbags come at us. Because you and me? Together? Together, Clint, I think you and me are the person we both wish we could be, and I know that person… I know that person is worth something. I know that person can… can pretty much do anything. You with me, partner?”
There is simply not enough Ivar fluff out there to satisfy my thirst
with the daisies you had picked up, starting to braid them together carefully
as you laid in your lover’s lap. Ivar sighed, shaking his head while smiling
and playing with your soft hair. He couldn’t help but stare at you - you looked
so beautiful when you were relaxed. “Y/N” he muttered softly, but quickly
caught himself as he realized you weren’t looking at him. He often forgot of
your condition. You were born deaf, but you soon learned to read lips. From a
young age you were excluded from most child games, as you couldn’t orientate
yourself as well as the others, and the other kids did not have the patience to
talk slowly enough for you to understand. That’s how you found yourself often
sitting beside Ivar, the crippled boy who
stared longingly at his running brothers. Your friendship seemed to have no
choice but blossom, and turn into something more beautiful. You relied on each
other, understood and loved each other in a way no one could. He was your ears,
always on the lookout and keeping you safe.
at the memory, clenching the daisies you were holding closer to your chest. You
couldn’t help but remember your first kiss. An alarm rang through Kattegat,
while you were alone in your house, preparing a meal for your mother. You
didn’t hear anything, and naturally you were not aware that your village was
under attack. You had jumped when you felt a hand suddenly grab your ankle,
shaking it violently enough for you to drop the egg you were holding. Panicked,
you turned around quickly, ready to defend yourself when you saw Ivar. His face
was red and his eyes were wild – large and filled with panic.
I’d say New Who is primary school, spinoffs are middle school, Classic Who is high school, Big Finish is like a Master’s degree, and a PhD would be novels and comics too. Faction Paradox is moving to another country for religious studies: it’s hard to explain to family members, and people start to get worried about you.
Request: Please could you write a Four/Tobias x reader where (Y/n) is best friends with Tris and is in love with Four, but refuses to admit that due to her friendship with Tris. When Four requests the three of them be put on trial in Candor using a truth serum, (Y/N) is nervous, but believes nothing about her feelings will come up, but they do.
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Everything was so complicated.
Tobias was in love with Tris.
Tris was in love with Tobias.
Not that hard right?
At least not until someone realizes that you, Tris’ best friend, was also in love with Tobias.
My name is Enzo Amore, and I am a certified G, and a bonafide stud
and you can’t teach that! And this right here, this is Big Cass, and he’s 7 foot tall, and you can’t teach that! And this right here, this is Carmella, and she’s hot as hell, and you can’t teach that!