#lauricity

Which of these highest Felicity ships is your favourite?

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

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?”