[do-you-ship-it-polls]

Do you ship it?

Leo Caruso/Vincent Moretti (A Way Out)

I ship it!

Neutral

I don't ship it

I don't know the characters

Voting ended onJul 4

reason:

Goofy spoiler-free reasoning: What if we had broken out of prison together and had to dive out of a plane but one of our parachutes failed to work so we had to cling to each other missionary style in the air

(Also, footage of the parachuting scene: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=6UC9N0iFWkY)

Spoiler-filled reasoning:

Very doomed by the narrative pairing. The whole game centers around them breaking out of prison together and then trying to bring the actual villain down, growing closer all the while, until the ending forces you to let one of them die with the other clearly heartbroken about the whole thing no matter what you choose.

(I should also mention that they are both married to other people and Leo actively gives Vincent advice on how to mend his troubled marriage, which could add fuel to the angst fire)

[velvaetalt]

i was going to make an animatic for my time loop AU but then i died irl before i got to the time loop part so now it's just. normal a way out

[inoankin]

woeh

[jailbreaxis]

This is great! ❤️

[inoankin]

listening to someone recount the myth of clytie turning into a HELIOtrope and replacing helios with apollo. ohhhh i'm killing. not myself. somebody else. i'm killing clytie

[inoankin]

if helios has 0 fans i am no longer alive

[jailbreaxis]

I saw something similar with the Odyssey recently. No, it's not Apollo's cattle that Odysseus' men slaughter.

[inoankin]

🌹

It plucks an even, sorrowful tune until his lungs remember how to suck in air again, and the possibility worms into him with a disgusting thrill of hope.

yayayay thanks for the ask :)

[jailbreaxis]

Oh... This is beautiful ❤️

[inoankin]

vincent might have been fixed if somebody just handed him a blunt

[jailbreaxis]

Thinking about that bong picture you drew of him...

[heywriters]

Ivy League teacher makes students use typewriters to fight against AI-written work

Once each semester, Grit Matthias Phelps, a German language instructor at Cornell University, introduces her students to the raw feeling of

Not only did this experiment prevent plagiarism, it also taught her students to become better writers and thinkers.

"No screens, online dictionaries, spellcheckers, or delete keys."

Concerning the AI papers she kept receiving: “What’s the point of me reading it if it’s already correct anyway, and you didn’t write it yourself? Could you produce it without your computer?”

From one of her students,

“ 'While writing the essay, I had to talk a lot more, socialize a lot more, which I guess was normal back then...it’s drastically different from how we interact within the classroom in modern times. People are always on a laptop, always on the phone.' Without a delete key and the ability to correct every mistake, he paused to think more intentionally about his writing."

"Most students found their pinkies weren’t strong enough to touch-type, so they typed more slowly, pecking at the keyboard with their index fingers."

Another student said,

" 'This thing I handed in had pencil marks all over it and definitely did not look clean or finished. But it’s part of the process of learning that you’re going to make mistakes'..."

All this in a college level foreign language class. I cannot imagine attempting to pass a language class using AI and then expect to somehow magically speak it! Why pay buckets of money to be taught something and then refuse to actually learn it?

Whatever, I'm going back to hand writing my stories because relying on devices that keep breaking down on me is nuts.

[coffeestainedstars]

“are they lovers?”

worse.

they destroyed themselves for each other just for one of them to die in the end

[jailbreaxis]

hmm...

[inoankin]

not to awopost twice in five minutes but you guys the arm wrestling minigame is so fucking important. like narratively, obviously it foreshadows the final fight, but it could so easily be used to foreshadow the victor as well. maybe leo is phyically stronger from years of being beaten down, and he’s so fucking desperate on that rooftop, driven by fear and rage and the need to protect his family. maybe vincent has more stamina, and is terrified to die before he even learns his daughter’s name, before he can reconcile or at least settle things with his wife. and of course there’s the development of their relationship and admiration of each other facilitated by the match, how one gloats and the other scoffs but you know he doesn’t mind, maybe even finds it endearing. and the throughline of hand-holding through the entire story, how they grasp each others’ hands and look each other in the eyes and still vie to beat the other. always one against one. even when they’re together they are against one another. and vincent knows it will all go wrong but he still grasps leo’s hand and grins when leo teases, because he can’t help himself, he can’t stop himself from liking leo and all his brash, cocky swagger. god dude. you don’t get it.

[themurdochmemesteries]

as a vincent defender myself, this is how i view the different fans of each character

[jailbreaxis]

Truths

[weremick]

LEO CARUSO IS REAL!! LETS GO!!

Goodness, I’m pretty proud of this one.

[jailbreaxis]

Oh. This is awesome ❤️

[wulianray]

[un-merle]

just venting out some stress

[jailbreaxis]

Hope you're feeling better soon 🫂

[joebirb]

true ending

[jailbreaxis]

*gasp*

[melancholic-pigeon]

reblog to give prev a fUCKING BREAK in 2026

[its-in-the-water]

Any "A Way Out" Vincent/Leo fans out there? This is a new fandom for me and I love themmmm. I can't believe I never heard about this game before. I like thinking about how it must feel like to be characters controlled by players who are talking to each other outside the game, that it must seem like they have a supernatural connection. Unnerving but comforting?

Anyway, I'm working on my last fth auction fill, and I'm in a sharing mood...

Vincent and Leo split up the moment they entered, Leo heading for the drinks coolers at the back and Vincent toward the hygiene supplies. Even when Leo disappeared from sight, Vincent felt a keen awareness of him, like a prickle that migrated from his jaw to the back of his neck. He knew without looking that Leo was doing the same as him: scoping out the place, scanning for potential witnesses, looking for back exits. He wouldn't shoplift anything, though. No, not when they were planning to stay the night.

How can you be so sure? Vincent picked up a disposable razor and absently rolled it in his fingers, but his thoughts were elsewhere, wondering what the hell had happened to him over the past few weeks.

Leo was a career criminal, a blight on civilized society, little better than the dirtbag Harvey himself. Vincent shouldn't be able to read him so well, anticipate his actions, trust him so deeply. He shouldn’t be more in sync with him than any partner he'd ever had at the agency. He shouldn’t enjoy the time they were spending together. It was wrong.

It's because of what you went through in the prison, he told himself, grabbing a second razor for Leo and a can of shaving cream for them both. If you didn't figure out how to work with him, you would fail your mission.

It doesn't make you friends.

He drifted past some basic white crew socks, snagged a pack for Leo's long-suffering feet, and found himself at the drinks coolers. After picking out a four-pack of soda bottles, he continued to the snacks aisle and joined Leo by a shelf of candies and chocolates.

"You need more than just sugar," Vincent said, raising a critical brow at the candies bundled in the crook of Leo's arm. He moved past to a shelf of canned nuts and dried jerky, selecting a few and shaking them in Leo's direction.

"It’s not all for me," Leo replied, a smile in his voice. "Alex goes crazy for this stuff. Besides, you gotta live a little. Try this one, it's got nougat." He tossed a candy bar, forcing Vincent to scramble to catch it, and grinned at Vincent's glare. "Fine," he said, swaggering closer and grabbing a can of peanuts off the shelf by Vincent’s head. "I'll try your nuts if it'll make you happy." With a parting smirk, he brushed past, heading for the cashier. "You a whiskey man or a vodka man?" he called over his shoulder. "I'm buying."

Vincent frowned after him, annoyed by the little flutter in his chest, grabbed another pack of jerky so Leo could at least get some protein in him, and stalked after him. "Whiskey," he said. Not the best idea, but he was freezing and exhausted and couldn't resist the allure of a stiff drink.

He'd only have a single shot, anyway. Just enough to warm his bones and let him sleep.

[jailbreaxis]

Dunno what FTH is, but this is a great read <3

[velvaetalt]

i am better than him.

whatever. enjoy your cake.

[wendigoneaway]

Little gremlins