#lauricity

[wildm00re]

watched superman the other night and was reminded of my cw/dctv phase, so i started watching edits i had saved in the past… and why was i so gay fr the amount of lauricity and zari/amaya edits i have saved is so…😭

i was rooting for the korrasami trope so bad

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Felicity Ships (FemSlash)

Sara - Smoaking Canary

Laurel - Lauricity

Voting ended onDec 1, 2023

Which of these highest Felicity ships is your favourite?

(Based on amount of AO3 fics)

[thewandamaximoffappreciationblog]

[sweetfloatapartment]

sooo..... what IS your favorite piece of splatoon lore? 👀

OK LIKE . IN HINDSIGHT I REALISE THIS QUESTION IS TOO BROAD TO GET ME GOING CUZ I LIKE A LOT OF LORE (more specific questions are easier for me to ramble about) but i think. my favorite lore to TELL people about is sashimori's origin story cuz its so FUNNY to me.

its HEAVILY implied they're pearls former band, cuz pearl used to be in a metal band (also bring back pearls piercings forreal. shes so cute with them!!!!). and sashimori kicked out their lead singer cuz they were an asshole... and they just did instrumental stuff for a while but then the leader of the band, taichi sawaberu, Who Is A Renowned Guitarist Despite Being An Eel(?) With No Fingers, was like okay we need vocals actually. so they made a post on social media looking for vocals and there was this one response of this guy. and theyre like hell no this is a literal 10 year old kid. and then they listened and it was this like amazing like this lil guy basically vocaloid producer ytpmv style remixes HUMAN vocals from old records he finds. and like. they were so impressed they were like ok guess dj baby is gonna be our vocals!!!! and they were a hit!! and this baby is named Paul. hes so small hes still all gloopy. also as of splat 3 he should be 15 and like...that means he looks more like the player characters which is WEIRD to think about. theres also art of him beating fuka bottom who is (presumably) a fully grown shark at chess....theres more but like. Yeagh. so funny to me

heres an image of the band to illustrate

[fictionkinfessions]

i really hope splatoon kinfolk are vibing rn. i know i am. im soooooo hyped for splatoon 3. also welcome to the scene Deep Cut! i already love your vibes so much - Pearl of Off the Hook fame

[freaoscanlin]

Stakeout Blues

Rated PG, no warnings apply. Laurel ponders something that’s been bothering her while on a stakeout. Felicity’s willing to play along.

Because she was bored and she’d already reviewed the most recent minute orders from her current cases four times, Laurel switched on her comms. “You know,” she said, “there’s one thing I’ve never understood.”

“Yeah?” Felicity’s voice came on right away, but she sounded distracted.

“Why the stakeout?”

“What?”

“Why am I sitting on a roof when it’s stupidly cold in some random part of town, just watching? It’s not like crime statistically has a chance of occurring right here in this—” Laurel checked “—alleyway between a Subway and a dry cleaner’s. So why am I being parked here?”

“Take it up with Oliver,” Felicity said dryly. Maybe a bit smugly, too, because unlike Laurel she was seated in a well-heated basement with all of her computers around her. “He’s the one who swears by it.”

The less she had to talk to her ex, the better. Laurel settled back grumpily, her uniform creaking a little as she did so. She’d been assigned this sector and instructed to “find a roof or something, stay out of sight.” As far as she could discern, Oliver didn’t know anything more than she did about the crime rate in the area. This was just how Mr. Green Grumpypants decided vigilantism should go around here, apparently.

“I could be in a coffee shop,” Laurel said, swinging her tonfa around. “Somewhere warm, with great wifi.”

“In that outfit?”

“I’d wear street clothes over it, obviously.”

“What kind of street clothes would fit over the buckles?” Felicity asked. There must not have been anything happening with the others in their stupid stakeout spots because she sounded idly interested rather than distracted. Before Laurel could reply that loose clothing would be optimal, Felicity went on: “Just how long does it take you to get out of the suit, with all those buckles?”

Laurel smiled. “From anybody else, I’d suspect that was a line.”

“Oh my g—that wasn’t what I—I mean, I definitely wasn’t trying to—”

“Felicity, I’m teasing.”

“I’m setting your ringtone to ‘Mambo Number Five’ so you never it out of your head,” Felicity said, grumpiness radiating through every word.

“Ouch,” Laurel said. “Also, there’s a zipper.”

“What?”

“For me to get in and out of my suit easily. It zips up. The buckles are mainly an aesthetic choice.”

“Or you asserting a heretofore hidden dominatrix side,” Felicity said, still sounding grumpy.

Laurel had to laugh, and repeat exactly the same thing she’d told Thea: “Take it up with Cisco. Maybe he—hold on.”

“What is it?” All grumpiness vanished from Felicity’s tone.

“I heard something. Not sure.” Laurel crept to the edge of the roof and crouched there, peering down at the alleyway. She’d heard something that sounded distinctly like glass breaking from the direction of the dry cleaners.

A second later, the back door burst open. A man stumbled through, shoved forward by one of the two men in ski masks and dark clothes that followed. Laurel needed only to see the glint off the bright gold Desert Eagle in one of their hands before she clipped her line in and jumped.

Less than a minute later, out of breath and sporting at least one new bruise along her ribcage (lucky shot), Laurel helped the victim to his feet. She kicked the gun away. “You okay?” she asked.

He gave her a shaky nod.

“Good. The police will be here any minute. Go inside to wait for them, and lock the door.” She didn’t stick around to see if he would follow her orders. She cast out her line and hauled herself up onto the roof, sprinting across to put as much distance between the scene and herself as possible. She tagged on her comm as she jumped from rooftop to rooftop. “Hey, remember how I said it was statistically unlikely for a crime to happen right underneath me and how these nightly stakeouts are stupid?”

“Yeah?” Felicity said.

“Let’s never, ever tell Oliver he was right about something.”

“Deal,” Felicity said, laughing.

[canarynetwork]

[stubborn-singleminded-obsessive]

YOU KNOW WHAT I LOVE?? FELICITY'S RELATIONSHIPS WITH THE LANCE SISTERS (this definitely includes Eart-2 Laurel) LIKE SHE HAD A CRUSH ON OLIVER AND OLIVER LOVED THEM BOTH AND HAD ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIPS WITH BOTH OF THEM AND DESPITE THAT FELICITY CREATED INDIVIDUAL RELATIONSHIPS WITH THEM AND GOT TO LOVE THEM SO MUCH

AND THEN WITH LAUREL FROM EARTH-2 I THINK SHE WAS THE ONE WHO HAD MORE BAD EXPERIENCES WITH HER AND YET WAS THE FIRST (besides Quentin, of course) TO SEE THE CHANGE IN HER, TO SEE THAT SHE WAS TRYING AND TO TRUST HER AND ACCEPT HER AS SOMEONE SOMEWHAT INDEPENDENT OF THEIR LAUREL... I JUST LOVE THEIR RELATIONSHIP SO MUCH