so i recently caught up on the adventure zone and OH boy am i intrigued. griffin has woven SUCH an incredible story and i love it so much.
i have a lot of thoughts i wanna put out there, and in an attempt of some form of organization, i’ll be gathering them up into four categories: what is explicitly canon, what can be inferred to be canon, theories based off of canon, and headcanons–that is, things that have a loose base in canon.
huge spoilers for the adventure zone below! please, if you care about things like spoilers, catch up on taz before reading ahead.
if you’re caught up, or if spoilers don’t bother you, come on down! this is my first post like this, so forgive me if this is a little wonky;;
i’ll try and update this post as new episodes come out and more theories are cooked up, just to have one collective place to store everything. anyone can ask to contribute to add something if they’d like!
points in bold are newly added as of the latest update to this post.
She drives mortals to madness with her airy phantoms, As she appears in weird shapes and forms, Now plain to the eye, now shadowy, now shining in the darkness, And all this in hostile encounters in the gloom of night.
Model: Melinoe Immortal / Photographer: Allan Jenkins
A/N: this part is just to establish how Jim is towards the reader and vice versa, it is very dialogue-driven. I just wanted to make their respective attitudes and behaviors known since they didn’t really interact in the first part. i have nothing else to say, really. like/reblog n leave feedback n say whassup every now and then. yall are experts at NOT DOING ANY OF THAT. smh ENJOY THIS N TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK i personally find the reader character p cool. IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED IN SUBSEQUENT PARTS, LEMME KNOW
Your back pressed against the wall of pillows behind you, you stared at your hands as you passed the artifact from one palm to the other through the gaps between your fingers. You weren’t sure why it was such a big deal to the Federation, to the man on whose behalf you performed the robbery, to the fanged, stone-knuckled creatures you stole it from. It didn’t look to be any more special than the average pocket watch it resembled— it was the size of your palm and was made of an iron-like material. Said metal of the round artifact felt rusted and worn from years of neglect and corrosion courtesy of the bi-monthly acid rains that fell upon the industry-oriented, environmentally-unconscious, dingy-brown-skied wasteland of a planet.
You stuck the fingernail of your thumb into the opening along the circumference, careful not to pry it open with fear for the subsequent result. You thought there must be a reason it was so sought after— the Federation wouldn’t send the flagship of the fleet for something unimportant or ineffectual. Hell, you wouldn’t have been beat so mercilessly had the artifact been as ordinary as its appearance.
In order to curb the results of your paranoia, you were actively ignoring any sounds around you. The beeping of the biobed made you anxious and the sounds outside the thin metal door were less than pleasant with an apparent food poisoning epidemic going around the Enterprise— you had no desire to listen to the high-ranking officers you were supposed to admire vomit up everything they’d eaten for the last week, especially when your stomach was already sensitive.
You heard the series of knocks, though, and instantly dropped the artifact into your lap. You then covered yourself with layers of white made up of a white blanket, white sheet, and white comforter— nothing could be seen through that much stark white fabric. You cleared your throat. Your pulse was now too quick and the beeping of the biobed let you know so. “Come in.”
The door slid open with a swish and a smile adorned the face of the man waiting on the other side. It wasn’t the brightest smile, nor was it the biggest— yet it touched his crystalline blue eyes a little and caused the skin beside them to wrinkle faintly. However, because his eyebrows were raised only a fraction of an inch and his posture stayed tense, it didn’t help the spike in your heartbeat. “Cadet.”
Request: Can you please do EXO’s reaction to when you’re pregnant and wake them up at 4am because you’re craving for some steak and mash potatoes! ((: thankyou
// none of these pictures and gifs are mine//
I hope you enjoy this love. I’m sorry it took me forever to write.
“Ahh, ok jagi. Let me get some clothes on and I’ll go get it for you.” He’d smile, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“Aish, really? Again?” He’d complain, but when he saw your puppy dog eyes, he’d get up to go get your food.
“I don’t know if there’s anything open so early. We don’t have anything in the kitchen. I can bring you a snack and we can go for lunch later?” He’d try to reason with you, not wanting to ignore your needs, but he also wanted to go back to sleep as soon as possible.
Suho would be similar to Minseok. He’d want to give you what you wanted, but he’d also really want to get back to sleep.
“I can cook you some food, Jagi. What do you want? I might have to go to the store. Is there a store open this early? I’ll find out. Don’t worry love, I’ll get you food.”
He’d wake up with a soft smile, give you a kiss and without saying a word he’d be off to get you food.
“You scared me when you woke me up, aish. I thought the baby was coming. Are you that hungry? I could eat too, I guess. I’ll be back soon.” His sentences become directed to himself as he stumbles around the room looking for clothes and you can only giggle.
“I don’t want to leave the bed now.” He’d complain.
“But I’m hungryyyy.”
“Fiiiineeee.” He’d give in with a huff, defeated as he leave the house still in just his sweatpants, half asleep.
“Can’t you wait until morning?” He’d pout, even though you knew he wasn’t asleep, he just got in bed from playing games all night. You’d give him one look and he’d comply to your cravings, heading back out of the room.