#inception verse

[spiiinninginfinity]

@somnasin​

“I’ve got Russian ancestry in me, Arthur. I can handle whiskey well,” he said, totally not pouting as he watches the man dutifully put things away. He wondered if Arthur had a minor case of OCD, with how neat the man is with his organizing.

“You got a woman back home waiting for you?” he asks. “Or man. Either way, no shame in that.”

[stabbyapologist]

Oswald: Do you know why we fight all the time but save each other? I know. But do you know?

Edward: Because we'll always be together.

[bravelittle-soldier]

Added Verses

So I’m in the process of writing a series of fics in an INCEPTION AU that I’ve just posted up on AO3 and it has inspired me to make an entire verse for Armin.

It will be added to his verses page sooner than later, but I want to know if anyone would be interested in doing an INCEPTION AU with him? I know this is only applicable to people who have seen the movie.

Armin is a point-man and he can also be an architect if it’s needed. I’m willing to use this verse with characters in Armin’s canon, or from outside his canon, and OCs!

So yeah let me know what you think of the idea and such.

Also if you’re interested in the fic you can see it on my AO3 account. Forthediehards is my account name and the fic is Shores of your Subconscious. 

(( There’s only one fic up in the series right now and that fic DOES NOT FOLLOW MY SERIES canon so that’s probably not helpful but you know. It gives you an idea for the verse. )) 

[dogtricks]

sweet dreams are made of this | dogtricks & platinumcosmos

The first problem with working with a group of people you didn't really know, Kiba thought, was that they were people you didn't really know.

It was supposed to be a simple job. Garden-variety corporate espionage. Their mark was the COO of a pharmaceutical company out north and Kiba did his homework once he accepted the contract, sent by a shell company owned by another shell company with less paper trails than the average house cat. Someone went to great lengths to ensure their anonymity and it was shady as fuck, but the payout was too lucrative to ignore.

Besides, he didn't mind a little risk once in a while. 

Kind of balanced out those idle months in between jobs spent walking Akamaru and babysitting his sister's vet clinic.

Kiba met the team on site three weeks before the deadline. They were all freelancers, which was not surprising. Out of the three, he had only heard of the extractor before. Hard not to, since the girl carried her pedigree like a badge. The Yamanaka, a family of top-class dream conmen. Very impressive and expensive. And Ino was crème de la crème. Brilliant and ruthless and would've been the prime candidate for his post-job hook up if it wasn't for the fact that she looked as if she might laugh at him if he even tried to put that idea on the table.

He ended up sleeping with Su-Oh, the chemist, instead.

Which brought us to the crux of the matter.

The second problem with working with a group of people you didn't really know (even if you'd slept with one of them) was that one of them could be a fucking traitor and no one would figure that out until it was too late.

That would when someone - in this case Jules, their unfortunate architect - caught a bullet in his brainpan while they were wrapping up the whole operation.

Su-Oh stood at the other end of the smoking gun, grinning languidly in the loud silence that followed. Kiba caught her eyes and she had winked before she whipped her gun to his direction and opened fire. His reflex was the only thing that stood between him and a one-way trip to fuck-knew-where right alongside Jules, and he dived behind an upturned table. Scrambled for his own Glock only to remember that he'd stashed it inside his bag just before this clusterfuck began. It was such an amateur mistake that he would've deserved it if he got shot.

Fuck.

Kiba winced when a bullet nearly clipped him and his eyes sought for the exit, mind furiously trying to engineer an escape that didn't involve a bodybag. The door was a couple of feet away from where Jules had crumpled to the floor, the poor sod, and that was when he realised that there's still one person unaccounted for. He stiffened.

Where the hell is Yamanaka?

[mutatiotriskelion-blog]

Verses

Derek Hale has been a thief for a very long time, he's a card shark and a con man and a forger of art and documents. He caught wind of an exciting new tech that could revolutionize crime and conned his way onto Project Somnacin. It was better than he'd ever imagined and he was exceptional at it. He wasn't the only one and after the project was disbanded, more than one PASIV went missing, one found it's way into his possession. Mind Crime became the most lucrative black market information source ever and Derek rose through the ranks until everyone in the business knew he was the best forger ever seen. And a familiar face from Project Somnacin is, to his frustration, the very best point man in mind crime. So despite the fact that they spend most of the jobs they work together bickering and bantering, they also do their best work together. And there's no one they'd rather work with on the most difficult, innovative and dangerous jobs that exist in their business.