#Monster Containment Unit Au

[bear-boi-5]

Case Study 3: Smg4

"Species: Computer Virus.

Gender: Male.

Name: Experiment S-4.

Code Name: Smg4.

Entry Log: Smg4 is a computer virus. A white and blue present will appear on your desktop and will not go away, no matter what. Click on it and appears a small, cutesy avatar of himself. In this state, on the surface he's kind. He wants to know more about the user, play games and show them internet videos. The actual threat is when that facade starts to fault.

Dangers: Once you click on said present, the infection will start. When he gets to the stages of aggression, he will start to show his true colours. Once you see the screen "Woops! Looks like your computer ran into a fatal error!" Then it's over. For you. He will begin to pull himself out of your device's screen. This instantly paralyses the victim, you can only watch as he gets out and switches places with you, putting you into the computer.

Precautions: As he is a digital entity, your company mandated control shock will not work here. He cannot die, no matter what, even if you destroy the computer, he'll just store himself somewhere else and wait. What you need to do is never press on the present. If one does appear, notify officials immediately. If he does escape, use the anti virus and push him back into the computer used to contain him. Do not bring any devices what so ever when entering the cell. He can immediately transfer himself onto said device once he senses it. If you can't store him on the containment computer, use another device temporarily.

-Mr S. Puzzles Signing off."

[choppedsouldreamer]

working on some art of a virus boi!! I personally find him adorable, he's like a "scary" computer pet and I love it >:D

Had to include the comment about him getting pet with the cursor because I would do the same lol and I thought it would be cool if the husbands met so did that two MWAHAHA

Concept belongs to @bear-boi-5

[anotherhumaninthisworld]

Frev friendships — Robespierre and Éléonore Duplay

Please present the testimonies of my tender friendship to Madame Duplay, to your young ladies, and to my little friend. Also, please do not forget to remind me of La Coste and Couthon.  Robespierre in a letter to Maurice Duplay, October 16 1791

Present the testimonies of my tender and unalterable attachment to your ladies, whom I very much desire to embrace, as well as our little patriot.  Robespierre to Maurice Duplay, November 17 1791. These letters are the only pieces conserved in which Robespierre mentions Éléonore.

[Robespierre’s] host's daughter passed for his wife and exercised a sort of empire over him.   Causes secrètes de la révolution du 9 au 10 thermidor (1794) by Joachim Vilate, page 16.

When the constituent assembly was transferred to Paris after the October days, Robespierre came to stay in the house of Duplay, located on rue Saint-Honoré, opposite the convent of Assomption, and wasted no time in becoming a zealous devotee. The father, the mother, the sons, the daughters, the cousins, etc, swore only by Robespierre, who deigned to raise the eldest of the two [sic] daughters to the honors of his bed, without however marrying her other than with the left hand. At the time of the organization of the revolutionary tribunal, Robespierre had father Duplay appointed as juror; the two sons had a distinguished rank among Maximilien I’s bodyguards, whose leader was Brigadier General Boulanger. Mother Duplay became superior of the devotees of Robespierre; and her daughters, as well as her nieces and several of her neighbors, obtained high ranks in this respectable body.  Souvenirs thermidoriens (1844) by Georges Duval, volume 1, page 247.

It has been rumored that [Éléonore] had been Robespierre's mistress. I think I can affirm she was his wife; according to the testimony of one of my colleagues, Saint-Just had been informed of this secret marriage, which he had attended.   Mémoires d’un prêtre regicide (1829) by Simon-Edme Monnel, page 337-338.

Madame Lebreton, a sweet and sensitive young woman, said, blushing: “Everyone assures that Eugénie [sic] Duplay was Robespierre’s mistress.”  “Ah! My God! Is it possible that that good and generous creature should have so degraded herself?” I was aghast.  “Listen,” cried Henriette, “don’t judge on appearances. The unhappy Eugénie was not the mistress, but the wife of the monster, whom her pure soul decorated with every virtue; they were united by a secret marriage of which Saint-Just was the witness.”   Souvernirs de 1793 et 1794 par madame Clément, Née Hémery (1832) by Albertine Clément-Hémery.

[Robespierre’s] relationship with Éléonore, the carpenter's eldest daughter, had a less protective and more tender character than with her other sisters. One day, Maximilien, in the presence of his hosts, took Éléonore's hand in his: it was, in accordance with the customs of his province, a sign of engagement. From that moment on he was seen more than ever as a member of the family.  Une Maison de la Rue Saint-Honoré by Alphonse Ésquiros, published in Revue de Paris, number 9 (May 1 1844). At the end of this article, Esquiros claimed to have obtained the information contained in it from Éléonore’s sister Élisabeth. Shortly thereafter, said Élisabeth did however write a letter to the paper in order to ”protest loudly against the use that, without consulting me, you have made of my name, and to declare that this article, on many points in contradiction with my recollections, also contains a large number of inaccuracies.” She does unfortunately not indicate exactly which parts of the article are inaccurate and which ones are not, and certain details contained in it match up too well with what Élisabeth writes in her (by then not yet published) memoirs for me not to believe Esquiros hadn’t actually interviewed her prior to writing the article. In spite of her complaint, all the information in article was republished, almost entirely word for word, in volume 2 of Ésquiros’ Histoire des Montagnards (1847).

My eldest sister had been promised to Robespierre.   Note written by Élisabeth Duplay, cited on page 150 of Le conventionnel Le Bas : d'après des documents inédits et les mémoires de sa veuve (1901) by Stéfane-Pol.

Duplay's eldest daughter, Éléonore, shared her father's patriotic sentiments. She was one of those serious and just minds, one of those firm and upright characters, one of those generous and devoted hearts, the model of which must be sought in the good times of the ancient republics. Maximilien could not fail to pay homage to such virtues; a mutual esteem brought their two hearts together; they loved each other without ever having said so to each other, there is no doubt that if he had succeeded in bringing order and calm to the State, and if his existence had ceased to be so agitated, he would have become his friend's son-in-law. The slander, which spared none of those loved by the victim of the Thermidorians, did not fail to attack the woman he wanted to make his wife, and one was not afraid to write that a guilty bond united them. We, who knew Éléonore Duplay for nearly fifty years, we who know to what extent she carried the feeling of duty, to what extent she rose above the weaknesses and fragility of her sex, we strongly protest against such an odious imputation. Our testimony deserves all confidence. France: Dictionnaire Encyclopédique (1840-1845) by Éléonore’s nephew Philippe Lebas jr, volume 6, page 821.

A virile soul, said Robespierre of his friend [Éléonore], she would know how to die as she knows how to love... The destitution of his fortune and the uncertainty of the next day prevented him from uniting with her before the destiny of France was clarified; but he only aspired, he said, to the moment when, the Revolution finished and strengthened, he could withdraw from the fray, marry the one he loved and go live in Artois, on one of the farms that he kept from his family's property, to there confuse his obscure well-being in common happiness. (Extract from a part of l’Histoire des Girondins looked over by Philippe Le Bas).  Le conventionnel Le Bas: d'après des documents inédits et les mémoires de sa veuve (1901) by Stéfane-Pol, page 78.

All the historians assert that [Robespierre] carried out an intrigue with the daughter of Duplay, but as the family physician and constant guest of that house I am in a position to deny this on oath. They were devoted to each other, and their marriage was arranged; but nothing of the kind alleged ever sullied their love.    Testimony from Robespierre’s doctor Joseph Souberbielle, cited in Recollections of a Parisian (docteur Poumiès de La Siboutie) under six sovereigns, two revolutions, and a republic (1789-1863) (1911) page 26.

[Robespierre] rarely went out in the evening. Two or three times a year he took Madame Duplay and her daughters to the theater. It was always to the Théâtre-Français and to classical performances. He only liked tragic declamations which reminded him of the tribune, of tyranny, of the people, of great crimes, of great virtues; theatrical even in his dreams and in his relaxations.  Histoire des Girondins (1847) by Alphonse de Lamartine, volume 4, page 132. Lamartine claimed to have interviewed Élisabeth Le Bas Duplay and it therefore seems likely for this detail to come from her.

The eldest of the Duplay daughters, who Robespierre wanted to marry, was called Éléonore. Robespierre allowed himself to be cared for, but he was not in love. […] The Duplay family formed a kind of cult around Robespierre. It was claimed that this new Jupiter did not need to take the metamorphoses of the god of Olympus to become human with the eldest daughter of his host, called Éléonore. This is completely false. Like her entire family, this young girl was a fanatic of the god Robespierre, she was even more exalted because of her age. But Robespierre did not like women, he was absorbed in his political enlightenment; his abstract dreams, his metaphysical discourses, his guards, his personal security, all things incompatible with love, gave him no hold on this passion. He loved neither women nor money and cared no more about his private interests than if all the merchants had been free, obligatory suppliers to him, and the inn houses paid in advance for his use. And that’s what he acted like with his hosts.  Notes historiques sur la Convention nationale, le Directoire, l’Empire et l’exil des votants (1895) by Marc Antoine Baudot, page 41 and 242.

Madame Duplay had three [sic] daughters: one married the conventionnel Le Bas; another married, I believe, an ex-constituent; the third, Éléonore, who preferred to be called Cornélie, and who was the eldest, was, according to what people pleased themselves to say, on the point of marrying my brother Maximilien when 9 Thermidor came. There are in regard to Éléonore Duplay two opinions: one, that that she was the mistress of Robespierre the elder; the other that she was his fiancée. I believe that these opinions are equally false; but what is certain is that Madame Duplay would have strongly desired to have my brother Maximilien for a son-in-law, and that she forget neither caresses nor seductions to make him marry her daughter. Éléonore too was very ambitious to call herself the Citizeness Robespierre, and she put into effect all that could touch Maximilien’s heart. But, overwhelmed with work and affairs as he was, entirely absorbed by his functions as a member of the Committee of Public Safety, could my older brother occupy himself with love and marriage? Was there a place in his heart for such futilities, when his heart was entirely filled with love for the patrie, when all his sentiments, all his thoughts were concentrated in a sole sentiment, in a sole thought, the happiness of the people; when, without cease fighting against the revolution’s enemies, without cease assailed by his personal enemies, his life was a perpetual combat? No, my older brother should not have, could not have amused himself to be a Celadon with ��léonore Duplay, and, I should add, such a role would not enter into his character. Besides, I can attest it, he told me twenty times that he felt nothing for Éléonore; her family’s obsessions, their importunities were more suited to make feel disgust for her than to make him love her. The Duplays could say what they wanted, but there is the exact truth. One can judge if he was disposed to unite himself to Madame Duplay’s eldest daughter by something I heard him say to Augustin:  “You should marry Éléonore.”   “My faith, no,” replied my younger brother.   Mémoires de Charlotte Robespierre sur ses deux frères (1834) page 90-91.

A little wooden staircase led to [Robespierre’s] room on the first floor. Prior to ascending it we (Fréron and Barras) perceived in the yard the daughter of the carpenter Duplay, the owner of the house. This girl allowed no one to take her place in ministering to Robespierre's needs. As women of this class in those days freely espoused the political ideas then prevalent, and as in her case they were of a most pronounced nature, Danton had surnamed Cornelie Copeau "the Cornelia who is not the mother of the Gracchi." Cornelie seemed to be finishing spreading linen to dry in the yard; in her hand were a pair of striped cotton stockings, in fashion at the time, and which were certainly similar to those we daily saw encasing the legs of Robespierre on his visits to the Convention. […] Fréron and I told Cornelie Copeau that we had called to see Robespierre. She began by informing us that he was not in the house, then asked whether he was expecting our visit. Fréron, who was familiar with the premises, advanced towards the staircase, while Mother Duplay shook her head in a negative fashion at her daughter. Both generals, smilingly enjoying what was passing through the two women's minds, told us plainly by their looks that he was at home, and to the women that he was not. Cornelie Copeau, on seeing that Fréron, persisting in his purpose, had his foot on the third step, placed herself in front of him, exclaiming: ”Well, then, I will apprise him of your presence," and, tripping upstairs, she again called out, "It’s Fréron and his friend, whose name I do not know." Fréron thereupon said, "It’s Barras and Freron," as if announcing himself, entering the while Robespierre's room, the door of which had been opened by Cornelie Copeau, we following her closely.  Memoirs of Barras: member of the Directorate (1899) page 167-169, regarding a meeting he and Fréron tried to have with Robespierre following their return from Marseilles in March 1794.

In the morning, the daughters of the carpenter with whom Robespierre lived dressed in white and gathered flowers in their hands to attend the feast [of the Supreme Being]. Éléonore herself composed the bouquet for the president of the Convention. Histoire des Montagnards (1847) by Alphonse Esquiros, volume 2, page 447-449. In a footnote inserted on page 28 of Thermidor, d’après les sources originalets er les documents authentiques (1891), Ernest Hamel writes that Esquiros obtained this description from Élisabeth herself.

…Éléonore, Victoire, Sophie, Élisabeth, raised in the peaceful interior of the home, in the oasis of the family, sincerely imagined that the same happiness extended to the whole city; they blessed in their hearts the God of the revolution who had given such rest to the French nation. Only one circumstance worried them, it was that for some time the porte-cochère of the house had been strictly closed night and day on orders from the carpenter. Éléonore timidly asked Maximilien the reason for it in front of her other sisters. He blushed. “Your father is right,” he said; ”Everyday right now something passes along this street that you must not see.” In fact, around two o'clock in the afternoon, a tumbril was rolling heavily on the pavement of Rue Saint-Honoré; the sound of horses and the cries of people could be heard even in the courtyard. It was the thing that passed by.  Une Maison de la Rue Saint-Honoré by Alphonse Ésquiros, published in Revue de Paris, number 9 (May 1 1844). The incident is portayed as taking place during the time of the ”great terror” of June-July 1794. When republishing the anecdote in his Histoire des Montagnards (1847), Esquiros instead has Robespierre say this to Éléonore on January 21 1793, the day of the king’s execution.

It was the first days of Thermidor: Maximilien continued his evening walks at the Champ-Élysées with his adoptive family. The sun, at the end of the sky, buried its globe behind the clumps of trees, or swam softly here and there in a dark gold fluid. The sounds of the city died away in the agitated branches; everything was rest, silence and meditation: no more tribunes, no more people; nothing but the peaceful and solemn teaching of nature. Maximilien walked with the carpenter's eldest daughter at his arm: Brount followed them. What were they saying to each other? Only the breeze heard and forgot everything. Éléonore had a melancholy brow and downcast eyes: her hand carelessly stroked the head of Brount who seemed very proud of such beautiful caresses; Maximilien showed his fiancée how red the sunset was. Here ends the story of intimate life; here Mme L(ebas) movedly wiped her eyes. This walk was the last. The next day, Maximilien disappeared in a storm.  Une Maison de la Rue Saint-Honoré by Alphonse Ésquiros, published in Revue de Paris, number 9 (May 1 1844). When republishing the anecdote in Histoire des Montagnards (1847), volume 2, page 460, Esquiros adds the following part right after reprinting the anecdote word by word: “It will be good weather tomorrow,” said [Éléonore]. Maximilien lowered his head as if struck by an image and a terrible presentiment.

Legendre: At the time of 9 Thermidor, I was secretary as well as Dumont: I said to him: “There’s going to be some noise. Do you see in this rostrum the whole Duplay family? Do you see Gerard? Do you see Dechamps?” At the same moment Saint-Just began his speech; Tallien interrupted him and tore the veil.  Louis Legendre at the Convention March 26 1795

One of those who had witnessed the outcome of this catastrophe (the execution on 10 thermidor) told me that he recognized in the crowd Duplay's eldest daughter, who had wanted to see for one last time the man whom her whole family had looked upon as a god. Mémoires d’un prêtre regicide (1829) by Simon-Edme Monnel, page 337.

The widow of the deputy Le Bas, who gave birth to the man who was to be my teacher, was one of the daughters of the carpenter Duplay. This Duplay family had become Robespierre’s family. He lived with them, and when he died, he was engaged to Mademoiselle Éléonore, the sister of Madame Le Bas. The fiancée mourned Robespierre up until her death. This whole family was closely united, and the memory of the deceased contributed not a little to this union. Premières années, (1901) by Jules Simon, p. 181-187.

[chiff0n-echz]

★Woah another old post that insta and tiktok got to see first,,, sorry tumblr

★Info under the cut!★

★This is Akaci Lei ! He currently works as a spy in a multi versal virus containment facility called C.U.R.E (Containment Unit for Research and Eradication). He roams infected aus and gathers information about infections and virus corruptions

★He has amnesia. Meaning he had a life that he's aware of but can't remember due to an incident (same incident that busted his skull and caused his soul to malfunction).

★Due to his weak soul, he can't generate magic attacks (only limited teleportation and small portals), so he eats souls (monster's for magic and human's for energy). Eating souls gives him the ability to imitate the soul's owner magic attacks. However after the magic wears off, it makes incredibly him sick. So he saves them only for dire situations.

★His mechanical spine keeps him alive. It stores magic that his soul can't keep up with.

★He lives with a FloralTale frisk variant named Fleur. He loves them dearly and treats them like they're his own kid.

★Has a "sister". Their name is Sirius Sionis and they're a virus. He absolutely loathes them.

★Akaci Lei isn't his actual name and he didn't look the way he does in the past. He doesn't remember his old name neither how he looks like.

That's all i can remember at the moment,,, you can send asks about him *bats my eyelashes at you oh so innocently*

[mi-i-zori]

I - Retrieval of the Doll

CoD - TF141 (Soap's POV)

SUMMARY : Soap is used to fighting against monsters disguised as humans. But the world has changed. Creatures much more dangerous than humans are now threatening the order of things, and it's become his mission to Secure, Contain, Protect.

WARNINGS : None. Just a post apocalyptic setting.

Author's Note : Never thought I'd be brave enough to post this. But I hyper focused on SCP stuff for a while and was quite satisfied with this, and I thought it would be silly to let it rot in my files. So here you go.

I do not allow anyone to re-publish, re-use and/or translate my work, be it here or on any other platform, including AI.

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As a joint, multi-national special operations and counter-terrorism military unit, Task Force 141 has been put in charge of many perilous missions. Its members, considered to be some of the best soldiers in the world, have seen their share of horrors ; a reality nobody could really imagine unless they saw it with their own eyes. Some people never even thought such nightmare-inducing experiences could ever happen. 

Which, in itself, could be seen as some sort of relief.

For it was those soldiers’ job to protect those who only wished to live in peace, away from the souls seeking a path of power and destruction. To get rid of the humans threatening their civilian peers. When you think yourself to be the ultimate predator, it is easy to forget you are not the only one sharing similar thoughts and acting to break their limits ; to achieve a twisted form of perfection, never caring about who they might end up crushing under the foundations of the world you dream of.

Nowadays, Mobile Task Force 141 isn’t too different from what it used to be - except the dangers they are brought to face are far from being human.

The world has changed. The security of this planet has been compromised, thus leading to an international review of every single safety measure made to preserve humanity itself, as well as the many environments it came to conquer, and sometimes lose.

It started with what is now known as the Covid-19 pandemic. When the year 2020 was littered with a seemingly never-ending amount of deaths, with some even trying to compare it to a list of other illnesses that once wrecked havoc around the world, such as the Black Death or the Great Influenza epidemic. It added a twisted dimension of resigned horror to the events everyone was going through. When the pandemic started to slow down, hopes of peace also came to rise.

But it didn’t take long for things to become much worse.

A year later, the global climate had fallen apart, and the world became colder every month. Snow started falling in Africa, covering even the Sahara in a layer of crystallized water. The icy plains covering the poles thickened and spread over miles, now covering an ever-growing surface nobody ever thought to be possible in such a short amount of time. All over the world, autumn and spring started to feel like winter, and summer like spring.

Only a few months were needed for a handful of researchers to find the source of all those changes : our planet had somehow broken out of its orbit, straying further and further away from the Sun. Even more surprising, a few other celestial bodies caught in our solar system, mainly those that circled the further away from our star like Pluto, seemed to be creeping closer at an unimaginable speed. 

It was theorized that these planets and the Sun’s gravitational pulls had changed drastically, leading our solar system to seemingly be thrown upside down ; although it would probably take some time before studies could yield a few reliable results. What was for certain, however, was that many were those who succumbed to the sudden waves of frost that assaulted the Earth. Humans, animals, plants - no one, and nothing, was spared. 

Yet on the other hand, the species that pushed through it all were found to have started to evolve quickly in subtle, unexpected ways. It gave the situation a fascinating, supernatural aspect - one that sparked hope in the hearts of those who tried their best to stay positive.

« Survival of the fittest », was how the situation started to be referred to by many. The media was partially to blame for such a frightening quote ; yet there was no denying the thought crossed everyone’s mind more than once.

But things didn’t stop there. The Frost in itself would have been bearable had humanity’s most important resources not suddenly started to collapse. 

The gargantuan platforms drinking petroleum from the ocean floors were the first to crumble. Waves akin to mountains crushed their pillars, sending gigantic shreds of ruined machinery to the not-so distant shores. The wails of those who ended up being torn apart by unknown forces were swept away by the winds. Some of their shredded silhouettes could also be spotted on the surface of beaches covered in crystals of salt. Areas that were soon to be declared « off-limits ».

Then sudden, violent earthquakes started to shake the entirety of the world. As one of their worst consequences, many underground gaz pockets started rupturing, their contents leaking over the surface ; mixing with the normally breathable air. Things happened too quickly for any previsions to be made, and many were those who succumbed to gaz poisoning or explosions before the most vulnerable areas could be properly evacuated. The gaz exploitations worldwide, as well as their workers, were the principal victims of these devastating events. 

And there was more. Roads, radio towers, internet relays and power lines kept being torn apart by waves upon waves of merciless winds. Tornadoes, hurricanes, blizzards and storms of all kinds unleashed their wrath upon solid ground, shredding rural towns and buzzing cities alike. The survivors were left with nothing, and sometimes no one. Communicating over long distances became a struggle in many places, and over time, repairs could hardly be seen as efficient. While lasting power outages and blocked-off roads became so common people started to learn how to live through them, they also became a source of anguish - for they often tended to be a symptom of imminent destruction.

Theories of all sorts have been shared to try and pinpoint the cause of it all, based on science, myths, urban legends and more - but a real answer has yet to be given.

At least, to the common masses.

A few years have passed since what has quickly been labeled as « the beginning of the end ». Although things seem to have settled a little bit, it doesn’t prevent any kind of chaos from surprising everyone once more. Despite the comfort they manage to preserve, humans are solely focused on survival, constantly building and rehabilitating underground shelters in the hopes they will be enough to protect them against the worst catastrophes. Recording every new event has become a way for people to help understand the origins and functioning of these innumerable changes. A desperate attempt to overcome the disasters they constantly unleash.

On his own smaller scale, Sergeant John « Soap » MacTavish quickly started to do the same, detailing them in a special notebook himself. Combining them with his own experiences, analysis and thoughts, he finds some comfort in the way it makes him feel grounded, standing on his feet despite the way reality keeps being thrown upside-down, the potential conflicts between what his job forces him to do and the new kinds of horrors he sees. Helps me stay sane, he repeats over and over when his teammates ask him what he is doing. Even though he lost count of how many times he has been caught off guard by how big the moon sometimes seems to be.

In his eyes, Mother Nature has officially labeled humanity as its target, and seems to do everything in its power to destroy it - piece by piece.

He is not the only one nurturing such thoughts. When his busy schedule allows him to turn on the TV standing in the common room of his barracks, the screen seems to constantly hold images of riots, interviews of crying faces and angry social media feeds - people blaming the biggest companies, governments or whatever name they can find to unleash their frustrations on. Fear, panic and despair spread everywhere in the world as people struggle to understand the cause of everything. Inside the military bases he is stationed on, keeping the morale up has become increasingly difficult. Tensions arise between those who dare voice their thoughts and the others who, usually coming back from deployment, only wish to find even the smallest ounce of peace, away from the exhausting violence of it all.

This is our reality now, is what every single person worldwide thinks as they are submitted to constant security measures on the daily - safety protocols meant both to protect their health, and keep any form of potential terrorism at bay. For many are those who try to take advantage of the chaos, finding power and satisfaction among the seemingly never-ending confusion.

Yet none of them knows anything about the real threat looming above their heads. 

Most of the time, Soap struggles to grasp what he sees. As a soldier, he has been trained to never question the orders he receives - and although his team has already gone rogue once or twice, which ended up being beneficial for many people, he makes sure to follow his Captain’s words. Yet he can’t deny the fact that his mind has a will of its own, constantly running over miles of thoughts whenever its owner takes a break. And when facing the things that now seem to crawl all over the world, he is unable to stop the questions from flowing.

Night had already fallen when the Researchers arrived to the military base. When they went to bed a few hours later, the soldiers of the 141 could hardly believe what they’d heard : detailed explanations about a new kind of intensive training to face otherworldy beings - some so powerful they became the real cause behind many of the current catastrophic events. They were sent off with a new schedule and bewildered thoughts about anomalies that have been roaming the surface of the Earth long before humanity came to exist. Creatures that have found a place among them all. Unimaginable threats a secret organisation had been dealing with for decades - perhaps even longer. 

And the terrifying knowledge that some of these creatures had « breached containment », as the lead researcher said.

Secure. Contain. Protect. 

Such is the mantra every single member of the SCP Foundation has engraved onto their very bones. The one that every single soldier now also has to follow.

Not so long ago, Soap went through a very different routine than the one he pushes himself through every day now that the Foundation has started working directly with the international forces. The daily list of questions he has to answer frequently changes, probably to prevent his brain from settling into a potentially dangerous pattern ; one that could easily be copied by an entity. And, for now, his answers remain practically the same every time. He can only pray it stays that way.

Even though he doesn’t really know who he should dedicate his prayers to anymore.

The thought has him curse lowly under his head-gear. He takes a second to readjust his mask, groaning as the rough edges carve trails of reddish discomfort on his cheeks. The unknown fumes that now litter the surface of certain areas of the world distort his surroundings like an intense heat would do the air. A part of him is grateful for how quickly the new generation of air-filters has been developed, allowing people like him to do their job without inhaling a lethal amount of poison in the span of a few minutes ; but the protection still weighs heavy on his jaw, held tightly by a series of straps that scrape against his scalp with each careful move of his head. Ignoring it isn’t easy, especially when the warmth of his own breath keeps wafting against his skin. He stopped counting the times his tongue darted out to wet his lips, the delicate skin tightening even more every time it dries up.

Secure. Contain. Protect.

Right.

And how are they supposed to do so when they barely have any idea of what exactly they have been sent to face ?

The sarcasm of his thoughts is cut abruptly when his Captain’s voice echoes through his earpiece.

« Soap, Ghost, how copy ? » 

« All ah can say is it’s been a while since ah’ve seen so much green in a city. » 

« Green that could hide our target. Stay sharp. »

« Aye, Sir. »

« Gaz, you still in position ? »

« Affirmative, Sir. Got your back. »

Treading through the ruins of what once was a small French town, now partially swallowed by the forest lining its borders, has proven to be quite the experience - one as fascinating as it is tense and tiring. Initially, the two areas did not share a border. They slowly grew to do so, until massive roots tore the concrete roads apart, and various - possibly mutated - plants greedily devoured both fields and buildings.

Johnny feels the mnestic drugs he took before the mission steel his mind from the potential antimemetic entity they’re chasing. He notices their effect in the way the details of his surroundings stay clear in a corner of his thoughts, as if he was constantly looking at them. The medicine reinforces his memory, preventing it from being erased should it be their target’s ability. 

In full honesty, they are not sure of its nature. They have have been led to take such precautions because of a few sightings that all seemed to circle around places with lots of information, such as computer stores, book stores, or other similar environments. Said environments being literal playgrounds for antimemetic entities.

What they are sure of, however, is that their target is far from being human, and could be extremely dangerous. And although they have been trained to face any kind of supernatural being, Soap can’t deny that this is far from the military operations they used to deal with. 

Sometimes, he misses the horrors of the past.

« Went around the electronics stores o’ the west central block, » says the gravelly voice of his lieutenant, both through the comms and behind him. « Didn’t see, hear or feel a thing. » 

« Copy that, Ghost, » Price answers. « Got nothin’ on our end either. Keep searching. »

Soap points to a grand building standing at the end of the street. Not far from him, Ghost nods, holding a finger to his earpiece.

« Found the library, » he announces.

« You goin’ in then ? »

« Affirmative. »

« Roger that. Be careful. »

« Aye, » Soap says, ending the conversation.

Like all the other buildings in this town, the library’s white walls and columns, built as a modern mimicry of the Ancient Greek temples, are being swallowed by countless strands of ivy. The small garden surrounding it has long gone haywire, nature reclaiming its rights with a series of colorful flowers and overgrown greenery. It gives the whole setting an undeniable charm, and Johnny wishes he could capture it in his sketchbook.

But they’re not here to play tourists.

« Ghost an’ Soap, goin’ dark. »

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CoD AUs - Masterlist

Main Masterlist

[corviiids]

a roundup of fanfiction that i rook have written in 2024 as of the end-ish of september

because i feel like ive been blocked for a few years now and this year i've had more output and creative energy which is nice :]

fandom: death note

i watched death note for the first time in february 2024. (all these fics contain spoilers for death note if you would care to join me in experiencing death note for the first time in 2024)

chatoyant (5.8k, oneshot, rated T)

lawlight, fake dating but not as you know it. L and light start dating, mutually aware that it's a ploy to catch kira, then light loses his memories in yotsuba arc and thinks it's a real relationship.

telltale (3.8k, oneshot, rated T)

lawlight, unreality, ghosts, dubious soulmateship in the most derogatory way. after L dies, light begins to have disturbing dreams about being in a romantic relationship with him.

they both die at the end (10.3k, oneshot, rated T)

lawlight, au based on the book of the same name by adam silvera. everyone receives a phone call on the day they're going to die. L and light are two strangers who spend their last day together.

the thirty-second hour (5.4k, oneshot, rated T)

lawlight, truth spell. light gets his memories back and finds that every day for a random four-hour period, he is unable to lie.

fandom: persona 5

some of these contain p5 / p5r spoilers!

the gray-eyed monster (12.3k, oneshot, rated G)

akeshu, fake dating, no powers au. ann proposes a grand scheme to weasel goro's secret crush out of him: get ren to pretend to date him in order to make goro's crush jealous. this has no consequences. fic i started in 2019 and finished this year to procrastinate teaching myself commercial law for a training unit.

faith trust and pixie dust (8k, oneshot, rated G)

akeshu, phantom thieves gen, chatfic, silly but loving misunderstandings. the thieves are worried about ren and goro's relationship and decide to conduct a Secret Investigation about it. sumi, increasingly anxious, tries to bridge the gap.

as you like it (77.2k, ongoing longfic, rated T)

akeshu, gen, au where akechi has a palace, not p5r compliant but borrows elements. after the engine room, the phantom thieves realise that akechi is alive when the metanav hits on his name by chance. ren leads the thieves through Akechi's Theatre while flashing back to all the time he's spent with akechi over the past year, wondering how well he ever truly knew him, while reflecting on his own choices as a phantom thief. fic started in 2020, i've updated it three times this year which is a christmas miracle.

wip list

many. dont look at me

[moonshynecybin]

one thing i think about in the fco au is if maybe vale would have warned marc not to race immediately after the first surgery which marc obviously does not take well and it leads to this huge fight where he’s accusing vale of not wanting him to race bc he doesn’t want marc to succeed anymore and break his records (or maybe he doesn’t go that far ? not sure where their relationship is at at that stage.. but something similar!) and vale calls him a danger to himself and others etc and marc rides anyway and well his arm swells etc etc and he’s so regretful so ashamed and is in so much damn pain + things are awkward with vale and it’s just a nightmare

oh oh and (not very related) but did they ever like set a time for when they would stage a breakup? or did they just deicde to take it one day at a time and overtime they were both too scared to mention it and then one day like some reporter asks marc if he’d ever considered retirement and just living out his days at the ranch and that gets marc thinking about like what he and vale would do once he actually retired bc then he wouldn’t have to be the only gay rider on the grid, he wouldn’t even be on the grid, and maybe there wouldn’t be need for all this theatre anymore and in the times he’s not thinking about the championship he’s only ever thinking about this, and is anxious to the point of straight up asking vale like. how will we break up. and the electrical circuits in vale’s brain start smoking and explodeee

jerez fight would go CRAZY like genuinely such a nadir in their relationship where marc after that REALLY regrets not listening to vale. like hes constantly living with it thinking like. if i had just listened to him i wouldnt be in pain everyday and having to rehab my arm and wasting years of the most competitive i will be in my short career. and VALE... lowkey also thinks that but feels more guilty about it. because hes hurt marc a LOT in this universe and hes not even the one in pain so what right does he have to even be resentful (<-incredibly traumatized man by way of motorcycle racing injury/fatality)... and i think that to overcome it they decide to set up an agreement between them where vale has more input in deciding if marc is healthy enough to ride. like he has to call and check in after a crash kinda deal. again like working as a unit. and of course he unionizes with alex in situations like uh. malaysia 2022 probable concussion highside. and then its a bit better

and the original plan for FCO au is a pretty contained story-- one year of fake dating (where they start fucking like MONSTER TRUCKS again about halfwayish through) and then hondayamaha pr gives them the okay to breakup at the end of the year and vale has like eight insane internal meltdowns about it while marc closes himself off like gangbusters cuz he thinks theyre going back to square one. and vale realizes he misses him and that’s enough leverage to get him out of the self destructive pits of horrendous guilt and GOOOOO to his twink

[raccoon-crown]

DREAM LAND AU: Mephilis the manipulator or time and space

I barely had time to finish him with my new work. But here ya have the first one of the Fecto Solaris.

In this AU, Mephilis (as you may already notice is Mephiles) is a little flying creature that can manipulate time and space. He scaped the facility where Fecto Solaris was being investigated after being divided into Fecto Iblis and Mephilis.

Also his other half, Fecto Iblis is after him to unite and form the monster Fecto Solaris and take revenge destroying that world for Being prisoner for so long.

He inherited Fecto Solaris crystalized body in the ending of his limbs, also keeping the old shackles that contained them before dividing.

Some call him cute, but when he appear in the night, his green eyes are... a little menacing...

Also he still doesn't have a mouth

[dovithedarklord]

Masterlist

Age of Monsters

Pairing: OFC x Simon "Ghost" Riley, OFC x König

Tags: Slow Burn, Slow Build, Enemies to Lovers, Alternate Universe, Blood and Gore, Blood and Violence, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, POV First Person, Not Beta Read, Medical Inaccuracies, Military Inaccuracies, AFAB OC

Trigger Warning: The story will contain violance, blood and smut in detail. Please, keep that in mind!

⚠️MDNI⚠️

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Summary:

50 years ago, the world was turned upside down by the appearance of a virus, and monsters destroyed most of the known civilization. For safety, humanity has retreated to colonies all around the world, where life is lived according to strict rules and in fear of monsters. Fortunately, the virus caused something other than just the emergence of mutant monsters, it also awakened the Hunters, who have been heroically protecting the colonies ever since. Leona Woods spends her days in Colony 17 hiding from her duties as a Healer, but her carefree life soon ends when one of her evenings doesn't go as planned. And when karma finally catches up, she is forced to join Liquidation Unit 141 to fulfill her duties.

Or

Life in Unit 141 isn't nearly all sunshine and rainbows, especially when a certain masked Hunter tries to make it even harder. However, the excitement only increases when a new danger appears, which threatens not only the life of the unit but the safety of the entire world. And Leona must decide whether to choose her own interests or the survival of her new team and the world.

The world in the story is inspired by the Guideverse.

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Author's Note

Hello!

I've uploaded every finished chapter here! I upload it regularly!

The story moves quite slowly, so please be patient!

I have pretty much covered all the characters in the tags, but the list could expand in the future.

(I proofread myself before posting, so sorry if there are mistakes! I write the story in my language first, and I translate it after. English is not my first language, so help is welcomed! Just be nice, please! )

If you're interested you can find the story on AO3: Chapter One

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

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Map of the colonies

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Other works

Stucked (Soap x reader, Ghost x Reader, Horrorgame au)

[fangirlwriting-stories]

Brighter Days Ahead

Summary: No One Knows AU Part 30, Everyone looks to what's coming next. (Final Part!)

Author's Note: Hey, thanks so much for reading my accidental stumbling into the Danny Phantom fandom!  I hope you enjoyed it, I know I sure did!  It was originally just going to be a one shot based on a fic that really inspired me, and then it kind of evolved into something else, and then I just had a thought one day like “hey I wonder if Vlad can get Sam and Tucker to hunt Danny as Phantom while knowing it’s him.  That would be a really fucked up thing for him to try to do.  I wonder if I can make it work.”  And it turns out I could!

Also, something else I learned while I was writing this story is that… I need more of it?  Like this did not nearly satisfy the itch I didn’t even know I had.  So, if you liked this “Vlad takes advantage of a no one knows au situation” story, you’ve got more coming your way!  It’ll be a little different from this one, and I can’t promise when it’ll be posted, but I’m having a lot of fun planning and writing the first parts of it, and I'm going to post what I've written whether I actually end up finishing it or not (it is a monster of an idea).  Either way, I hope you enjoyed this story, and thanks so much for reading!

...

Danny sucks the ectopus into the Fenton thermos and lets out a little whoop, spinning to face Valerie.

“Ha!  That’s six for me!”

“Oh please, I helped you with that one, it’s a half point for each of us,” Valerie says.

“No, it’s in my thermos, that means it’s mine,” Danny says, shaking his thermos back and forth.  “Those are the rules.”

“Oh are they?  So if I do this,” Valerie says, and before Danny can react, she flies forward and kicks the thermos from Danny’s hand, catching it easily.  “Does that mean it’s mine?”

“Hey!”

“Hey, lovebirds, six o’clock!” Jazz’s voice comes over their earpieces, and both of them spin around to find another ectopus coming towards them.

Valerie tosses Danny his thermos back, and raises her gun, firing it and knocking the ghost back a couple feet to give Danny time to fire up the thermos and suck it inside.

“Ha!” he says again, spinning back to Valerie.  “And that makes seven!”

“Wha— I did all the work that time!”

“I am gonna have to give that one to her, Danny,” Jazz says, and Danny glares down at where she’s standing on the ground below them.

“Traitor!” he calls.

“In all honesty, I think there’s just one left,” Jazz says, looking down at the list she’s been keeping.  “Mom and Dad’s containment unit had 24 ghosts in it, and your thermos has six of them and Valerie’s has five.”

“Uh, that only makes twelve,” Valerie says.

“Oh yes, sorry, I have eleven of them in here,” Jazz says, gesturing to her own thermos without looking up.  “Maybe if you spent less time flirting and more time chasing ghosts, we’d have all of them by now.”

“Oh no way you have eleven ghosts in there,” Danny says, crossing his arms.

Jazz gives him a look and holds up her list, which has all ghosts accounted for except for the snake ghost, difficult to find because it’s the size of an actual snake.

“See now that’s not even fair,” Valerie says.

“Honestly, you can’t just get in the way of our competition like that,” Danny says.

“Sorry, I can’t hear you over the fact of my definite win,” Jazz says, shooting them a smug smile.  “I’m gonna take these guys home, have fun competing for second place.”

And with that, she turns and drives off on her scooter, and Danny sticks his tongue out after her.

“You want to just get this last one together?” Valerie says.

“If we can even find the thing,” Danny says.  “But sure.”

They both turn and start a route towards the places they haven’t checked yet, scanning the ground and sky as they go.  Unfortunately, snake or not, it’s still a ghost, and it can still fly.

After a bit of time and no snake appearing, though, Danny turns to face Valerie.

“Hey,” he says, “I’ve been wanting to ask you something.”

Valerie turns to face him.  “Yeah?”

Danny can’t read her face under the mask, which he’s pretty sure he’s not going to enjoy during this conversation.

He takes a deep breath and presses forward anyway.

“So, Sam and Tucker and I are having a movie night this Saturday,” he says.  “Sam rented this supervillain crossover movie we were looking forward to but never got to see.”

“Okay?” Valerie says, confusion evident in her voice.

“Would you want to come?” Danny asks.

“Uh,” Valerie says, instantly sounding uncomfortable.  “I don’t know.  I mean, I don’t know if I’ll have all the necessary context.”

“Valerie,” Danny says.  “I really think you guys should talk.”

Valerie sighs and pulls her hood off, turning to face him.  Her face shows more uncertainty than discomfort, like he thought.  “We probably should,” she admits.  “I just… don’t know how to start.  And they kind of remind me of… things I don’t like to think about.  But…”

She trails off, but she doesn’t seem like she’s done, so Danny doesn’t say anything while she thinks.

“But we do have too much in common to just never talk,” Valerie says finally.  She looks over at him, and Danny’s glad that he doesn’t see a ton of guilt in her face, like he did after he first told her everything.

“Does it have to be before Saturday?” Valerie asks, turning to face him.

“No, not if you don’t want it to,” Danny says.  “I can do the movie night thing with just them.  I just don’t want to keep my girlfriend and my best friends separate forever unless I have to.”

“I don’t think you’ll have to,” Valerie says.

Danny smiles a little at her, and Valerie smiles back.

“Okay.  I’ll at least try and talk to them before Saturday,” Valerie says.  “And I’ll let you know how it goes.”

“Thanks Val,” Danny says.  “Oh, and by the way?”

“Yeah?”

Danny points his thermos at the snake ghost that appeared in the corner of his eye a second ago and fires it up, sucking the ghost inside.

“Second place!” he calls, grinning back at Valerie.

“Wha— hey!  You cheated, asshole!”

Danny gives his best imitation of an evil cackle and starts flying back towards his house, with Valerie following quickly behind on her board.

…

Valerie, once she considers the idea enough, doesn’t want to wait too long to talk to Sam and Tucker.  For one thing, she wants answers herself.  She’s also pretty sure she can use Saturday as something to kick her butt into gear.  If she has a deadline she has to give, it’s a good way to force herself to find them and talk to them.  Besides, her space thing only applies to Danny.  She doesn’t owe anything to other people who have hurt him.

So, she settles on Thursday afternoon, as a way to have a little bit of time before Saturday, and finds Sam and Tucker in the cafeteria at lunchtime, which is where Danny said they’d probably be.  She’ll miss her normal lunch time in the library with Danny and Jazz, but she really does need to talk to Tucker and Sam.

So Valerie finds Sam and Tucker sitting at the table, both looking a little bit too casual and like they’re having an okay time.  So she walks right up and sits down next to Sam, startling them both into looking at her.

“Danny invited me to your Saturday movie night thing,” she says.

Tucker blinks at her.  “Oh,” he says.  “Okay.  Do you guys have room for one more?”  He angles the last question at Sam, who nods.

“We can get some extra popcorn too, if you want it,” she says to Valerie.

“Sure,” Valerie says.  “But that’s actually not why I’m here.”

“I figured,” Tucker says.  “Are we talking, then?”

“We have to do it sooner or later,” Valerie says.  “I know a classroom that’s always empty at this time.”

So they relocate to the classroom Valerie used to have lunch with Danny in.  Valerie leans back against a desk, and Tucker does the same to the one across from her.  Sam sits on top of one and starts fidgeting with a wrist ray she’s wearing, that looks ghost-weapon in nature.

Valerie was worried that once she got here she wouldn’t know where to start, but the first thing that comes to mind doesn’t take much effort to come up with.

“So I hear Vlad screwed you over too,” she says.

Tucker smiles a little bit.  “Yeah,” he says.  “I guess that’s one way to put it.”

Valerie looks at him for a little longer, then looks over at Sam too, who hasn’t looked up at her yet.  She gives them both a couple seconds to say something else, and then decides she needs too many answers to wait longer.

“Did he send you guys the suits anonymously too?” she asks.

Tucker shakes his head.  “No,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck.  “He, uh, pretended to save us from the vampire ghost that was also him, and then pinned the blame on Danny, and said Danny was trying to kill us.  And then said he’d teach us how to hunt him first.”

Valerie thinks about that for a second, then nods.  “Yeah, that sounds like something he’d do,” she says.  “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry you got tangled up in everything.”

“I’m sorry we didn’t tell you who we were or what we thought was going on,” Tucker says.

“No,” Valerie says instantly.  “No, I’m glad you didn’t.  I… I would have believed you.  In the beginning.”

“Not at the end though,” Sam says, finally looking up at her.  “Not by the time I tried to tell you.”

Valerie doesn’t say anything, because she honestly doesn’t know.  She figured after the fact that that’s probably what Sam was trying to tell her when she asked to talk, but she doesn’t know how she would have reacted then.  Yeah, she was starting to question things, but she didn’t have the full realization of how much she had to learn until she heard the truth from Danny himself.  She doesn’t know what she would have thought if she heard it from Sam and Tucker first.  She doesn’t really want to think about it.

So instead, after a second, she says instead, “You know, you’re not completely at fault.  Even if you are at fault for a lot of it.”

Sam looks down at the desk again like she doesn’t believe her, so Valerie continues.

“Seriously.  Some of it is on the asshole who knew he could manipulate you and so decided to do that.”

Tucker nods slightly like he knows, but Sam still doesn’t look back up.

“You’re not the only one who did stuff you regret, you know,” Valerie says quietly, leaning back against the desk behind her.  “I hurt Danny a lot too.”

“You haven’t known him since you were 8,” Sam snaps suddenly.  “It’s different.”

“Yeah,” Valerie agrees.  “It is.  I’m just saying.  If you ever want to talk.  We don’t have to do this waiting game every time.  You know you’re not totally alone in this, right?”

“I know,” Tucker says.  He looks over at Sam, and after a long, long pause, Sam nods shortly.

“Good,” Valerie says.  “I’ll see you on Saturday, then.”

“See you,” Sam mutters, and Tucker gives her a small smile.  Valerie gives him a nod and smile back and heads out, giving the two of them some space they look like they need.

She still isn’t positive how she feels about them, but they have exactly the stuff in common that she thought they’d have in common, and it might help all of them just to have people around they can vent about Vlad to.  That might be worth it all on its own.  Either way, she’s willing to stick around to find out.  And trying to just have fun at this movie thing Saturday doesn’t sound like the worst place to start.

…

“Thanks for the ride, Jazz,” Danny says as she pulls to a stop in front of Sam’s house.

“No problem,” Jazz says.  “It’s on my way.  Plus Mom and Dad would get suspicious if you said you weren’t going to need a ride.”

“On your way where?” Valerie asks from the backseat.  “I didn’t realize you were going somewhere too.”

“She’s got a ghost psychology club meeting tonight,” Danny says, glancing back.  “It’s getting pretty popular.  I think she’s getting a big head.”

“Oh please,” Jazz says, shoving him towards the door.  “Not like mine could get bigger than yours.  Go hang out with those friends of yours who’ve tried to kill you.”

“You said you’d stop calling them that,” Danny says, but he opens the side door and climbs out, Valerie doing the same a second later.

“I’ll be back to get you in a couple hours,” Jazz says.

“Thanks,” Danny calls, and he gives her a wave as he shuts the door.  Jazz waves back as she drives away.

“Okay so basically,” Valerie continues as they walk towards the front door.  “These are three supervillains who are fighting each other?”

“Yep,” Danny says.  He’s been filling her in on the context behind what they’re watching since Valerie told him she was definitely going to come.  He doesn’t know as much as Sam definitely does, but he knows enough so Valerie won’t be totally lost.

“It’s probably just going to be a lot of cheesy action scenes,” he says.  “You won’t strictly need the context to enjoy it.  Oh, and uh, one last thing entirely unrelated to movies?”

“Yeah?”

“Sam’s parents won’t like you, don’t even try.  It’s not you, they don’t like anyone.”

Valerie raises her eyebrows, but just says, “Noted.”

With that, Danny knocks on the door.  Thankfully, it’s not a either of the Manson parents, but Sam that pulls the door open.

“Hey,” she says, with a smile that looks mostly genuine (and a little scared, but they both decided not to acknowledge that part).

“You guys are late,” Sam says with a smile.  She’s clearly aiming for a casual joke, so Danny decides to help her out.

“I blame Jazz, she drives slow,” he says, smiling back as he walks inside.  He waits to make sure Valerie makes it in before reaching out and pulling the door shut after them.

“Smart, blaming it on the person who isn’t here and can’t defend themselves,” Valerie says.

“That’s just how I roll,” Danny says, grinning at her.  He turns back to Sam a second later.  “Do you need any more help with the popcorn?”

Sam shakes her head.  “It’s done.  Just gotta carry it downstairs.”

“We’ll help you out,” Danny says, including Valerie by virtue of her not knowing where Sam’s basement is.  So instead, they all walk towards Sam’s kitchen, where, surprisingly, there’s no sign of her parents, just four tubs of popcorn on the stove.

Sam seems to see Danny’s question in his face, because she says, “They’re taking Grandma out to eat.  It’s just us.”

“They’re giving you the house to yourself?” Danny asks in bafflement.

Sam shrugs.  “I think they’re trying to go a little easier on me,” she says.

“I didn’t realize they’d go that easy on you,” Danny says.

“Does this mean I don’t get to meet the parents who hate everyone?” Valerie asks, picking up one of the tubs of popcorn.

Sam smirks a little at her.  “Sorry,” she says.  “You don’t get two more people to hate you tonight.”

Valerie shakes her head in disappointment.  “Damn.”

“Come on,” Sam says, picking up two of the popcorn tubs and letting Danny grab the last one.  “Tucker’s waiting downstairs.”

Tucker is finishing setting up Sam’s massive sound system when they get down there, and he brightens when he glances over and sees them holding popcorn.

“Okay Sam your turn,” he says, walking over and taking one of the popcorn tubs right out of her hands.

Sam gives him a deadpan look, but lets him go sit on the couch, taking up half the space, and goes to finish setting up the movie.

Danny sets one of the tubs of popcorn down on the other end of the couch, then turns to Sam.

“Hey, which one’s yours?” he calls.

“Tucker’s got it,” Sam says, without looking away from the screen.

Tucker, who’s about to shove popcorn in his mouth, immediately drops it with a noise of disgust, and Sam and Danny both laugh.

“You could have warned me!” Tucker exclaims, setting the popcorn down on the ground.

“Sam uses vegan butter,” Danny explains to Valerie.

“It doesn’t taste different in the slightest,” Sam says, finishing with the TV and walking back to the couch.  She sets the non-vegan tub down and picks up her own, then glances at Tucker.  “Move your feet.”

Tucker does, and then Sam plops down next to him and puts her feet in his lap.

Valerie settles down at the other end of the couch, and Danny picks up his popcorn and sits in the spot next to her, resulting in Valerie immediately sliding up to his side and leaning her head on his shoulder.  Danny wraps an arm around her shoulders and leans into her too.

“Alright,” Sam says.  She turns the TV on, where the movie is already set up.  “Who’s ready for this?” she raises an eyebrow at Tucker.  “You’re not gonna run out of the room like a chicken, right?”

Tucker gives her a look, but then shrugs.  “I’ve seen scarier things.”

“That’s an opinion,” Sam says, hitting “play” on the movie.

“Oh, that’s right, you weren’t there when I found Vlad’s poems about Mrs Fenton.”

“Wait, really?” Valerie asks, wrinkling her nose.

“Ugh, yeah I believe it,” Danny says.  “He’s always been really creepy about her.”

“Yeah, I spared all of you,” Tucker says.  “You owe me.”

“I’ll owe you more if you’re quiet and let the movie play,” Sam says.

Tucker sticks his tongue out, but turns to watch the movie.  Danny smiles fondly at them for a moment and then casts an equally fond glance over at Valerie.

Valerie sees him looking and faces him.  “What?” she whispers curiously.

“Nothing,” Danny whispers back, leaning further into her side and looking towards the movie.  Valerie does the same a second later.

And though it’s not long before she turns to him and starts asking about the context of what’s happening, Danny doesn’t mind too much, because he’s not paying much attention to the movie before that either.

Instead, he’s deciding that even if things are far from normal yet, he likes the way they’re heading.  And if telling people he’s Phantom keeps working out like this at the end of whatever else comes his way, he’ll probably be alright after all.

[ppurplecchimera]

Enthalassophobia AU Idea:

Spoilersss but 1 want the grand event of Enthalassophobia to be the Seek aggregate meeting the Searchlight in the first Searchlight section!!

TLDR: Seek wins.

CW: Descriptions of bodily harm, both human and nonhuman

This happens through a particularly unlucky expendable who first encounters the Seek chase in the corridors of the Hadal Blacksite. Guiding Light was never captured; instead, GL followed the monsters along with Mischievous Light; thus, the expendable is guided through the correct doors, trusting the blue light with no other option when some of the rooms are too dark or too covered in goop to find any other escape.

The chase just doesn’t end. They reach the room opening to submerged pipes, and only then does the expendable manage to ‘dodge’ Seek by leaping over the railing into the water, swimming down without a single glance back, ignoring the prickling of watchful eyes in the back of their head. Their diving mask’s fogging up but still they push forward with their straining heart.

Soon after leaving the pipes, they make their way over to the generators needing repair as the booming voice in the speakers commands them to. The jolts from their mistakes are almost grounding — for the first two, at least.

On the closed balcony, they start feeling light on their feet. The grand storage unit was equipped with gravity-altering systems to assist with the movement of heavy containers; now, with that gone haywire, a Searchlight has managed to break in and is effortlessly hovering above, looking for prey.

Despite the challenge of commanding their own body, they push forward. Squeezing under forklifts and between crates —it aches—, gaze always turned up in tears —look down, so bright, so bright—, finally they bring back power to enough generators to get out.

The exit’s horns are like a guardian angel’s call. They’re only around 50 studs away.

The Searchlight is only 50 studs away.

They can make it, they’re so close to salvation, they can make it.

…

They can’t make it, the spotlight is on them, the Searchlight whines at its victory, they can’t make it.

At this point, they’re too gone to even process the calcium spear sticking out of their chest, innards stuck on the barbs of it and pulled up.

Their own silence is filled with an inhuman scream. In an instant, darkness shoots forward to grab ahold of their arms. Burning hands in hand, except this one was massive, formed of black goop. The same humanoid that chased them before, stood there with its eye —eyes, all off them— pinned on them.

The funnier description to help cope would be a game of tug-of-war between these two monsters, the expendable as their rope. Except this rope hears the flesh of their own waist cracking and snapping off, and gets out one last cry before Seek ends the chase —their agony— and claims its prey.

Now, as the Searchlight’s determination pulls harder on the infected corpse, the part of Seek confronting it above ground is dislodged and flown up in seconds. Devoured, the goop travels between shredding teeth, through throats and organs…

The floating beast shrieks. Its fins spasming, no longer swimming through the air, it sinks — falls, destroying half the room. In the rising dust, it’s motionless.

Seek does not kill. Seek expands.

Black tendrils rise from the giant’s openings, coating it with the same plague eating away at this Blacksite. The diminished orange light returns in full force; now each source is surrounded by dark eyelids and eclipsed partially by a pupil in the center.

A new weapon for the Seek aggregate.

Sidenote: Figure would get absolutely eaten by the Searchlight, like any other prey — and it does happen for now. Maybe. 1 never cared about Figure much but perhaps 1 could find a better place to insert it, because it has functionally no advantage over the giant floating creechur whose lights emit no sound (1 mean when they’re moving; even when they spot you, you gotta recognize that noise and hide, which Figure wouldn’t.)

In my opinion. These are all just my opinions/ideas!

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Case Study 1: Smg3

"Species: Advanced Blood Monster.

Gender: Male.

Name: Experiment S-3.

Code Name: Smg3.

Entry Log: Smg3 has shown enhanced manipulation tactics. He must be closely monitored. His enclosure must be securely locked as he's known to escape easily through gaps and holes. His blood monster form is highly dangerous to beings with bloodstreams. Handle with caution.

Dangers: If an unprotected person is touched by the blood monster form, blood will immediately start streaming out of places like the eyes, ears, nose and mouth. The victim will be drained of all blood in a matter of seconds. He will add this blood onto his body to grow in size. He's grown over 10 feet since he first came here.

Preventatives: If you see blood start streaming out of his eyes, mouth, nose and ears, leave the enclosure immediately. If you're too late weapons are useless. Do not try approaching the monster. Immediately call for the Special Unit. The Special Unit is comprised of creatures without blood or natural bloodstreams. They are his main and currently only weakness. Blood suckers like Vampires can weaken him and cause him to retreat into his "human" body. If he is starting to act aggressive, use your company mandated control shock and activate his electric collar.

-Mr. S. Puzzles Signing off."

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EATS THIS UP

THANK YOUUUUU RAHAHAGAHHRG I LOVE IT SMMMMM

finished this fanart for @bear-boi-5 enjoy!!

He was so damn fun to draw, an awesome concept for both of them I think!!! I keep thinking about what him and 3s interactions would be and I couldn't stop think about a situation where 3 gets out of his cell, spots a computer four is on since it makes a noise and on the screen there is a little present like in his concept then when 3 clicked on it some how blood would arrive to him since four wants to help his husband escape lol 🤣 like I said I really love this stuff and I hop you like the art!

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Bleach Quick-Fic: After Annihilation

Inspired by @rayshippouuchiha 's various Urahara-focused AUs

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Urahara, because he has always been the monster in this particular drama, is the one who lays out the ultimatum.

“You all need to stay away from Ichigo.” 

Voices raise in immediate protest, a show of unity between Shinigami, vizard, quincy and empowered humans alike that even a year ago Urahara would have never imagined possible. A better man might have found it touching. Urahara just felt tired.

“His soul is shredded. Any exposure to spiritual pressure at all will destroy it. It might still unravel on its own, if he pushes himself.”

That was - not quite optimism, or an understatement, but it implied Ichigo was a great deal more stable than he actually was. Currently, the boy’s remaining soul was only still united with his body because of the hundred and three kido bindings Urahara had etched on Ichigo’s bones to keep it anchored. A precaution taken the first time Ichigo had gone to soul society, when it became clear that the boy would have to be the weapon they needed.

Urahara wished he could say he regretted it.

"Especially you four," he added, looking at Chad, Orihime, Ishida, and Rukia. "Your spiritual energy is imprinted with Ichigo's signature. With the damage, he's unlikely to notice it isn't his, and if he reaches for it, we'll have a bigger problem.”

“The most likely scenario, he tries to bolster you when you're in danger, which immediately leads to the disintegration of his soul and all of you developing a minor case of spiritually-induced schizophrenia.

"And if we’re all very unlucky, instead Ichigo pulls at your energy reflexively, and tears it out of you along with most of your soul. He undergoes rapid hollowification while still in his body, kills and eats his sisters, and goes on to cannibalize most of Karakura. Soul society is forced to quarantine the area and kill everyone in town to contain the threat."

“I am working on fixing it. But until then, all of you need to keep your distance.”

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Papa IV & Reader (SFW) AO3 Link

Comfort Reading, Hurt/Comfort, Hugs, Cardiophilia, Everything is Beautiful and Nothing Hurts, Healing Meditation

Basically a description of a visualization I do whenever I feel stressed or suffer from insomnia.

No relation to my big AU. Just Reader hugging Papa IV because they deserve it.

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Call Me

You're drawn to here again. Your soul feels heavy, weighed down by the mundane burdens that build over time, barnacles latched and dragging onto the hull of your motivation. It is night, and the stained glass windows of demons and swirling symbols reach outward into the darkness, pulling you in, helping you navigate your way to the safe harbor of his congregation. You arrive just in time.

The warmth does not end with just the light emanating from the candelabras, it is within the energy of the space itself. The soft movements of the congregants, his call and their response , their little sighs and noises of life bolster you as you wade within the crowd. You feel their hearts uniting in ways that in most parts of your life were strictly impossible. 

And then you see him: tall, resplendent. His marble-carved face holds the left eye of a monster, the right eye of a doe. His long gloved fingers dance across the articles on the altar, moving them with reverent grace. His voice holds you like a hand cradling your weary head. You watch his service with awe and you feel fully immersed in the glory of this Dark God.

The assembled flock start to leave, murmuring to each other as they exit. You sit there, too tired to move, to think, to decide. At a certain point you are the last of the crowd within the sacred space, and the silence descends. It's a different silence here than at your home. It feels like the silence of possibility, the silence of true respite. You sigh deeply, sinking more into the velvet cushion on the pew. 

There is a rustle of luxurious fabric, and you look up to see Papa Emeritus IV, still fully adorned in all his glittering splendor. He is gently resetting the altar space, his hands picking up each item with reverence and placing them back to various cabinets or chests. He realizes that you are still there, sitting just a few feet away from him. His white Infernal Eye burns into you, but his human eye drips with kindness directed towards you. It is a fierce look, but the rat-like skull visage he had designed for himself lends an odd innocence to his face. He puts down a chalice he had been holding. “Child,” he speaks in a low rumble. “Whatever is the matter? Come here.” He glides over to the edge of the dias, opening his arms out to you. The jeweled cape he wears glitters in the candles around him.

You get up, feeling aged. It takes effort to put one foot in front of the other, but his kind face and soothing voice coaxes you towards him. You stop just at the bottom of the steps of the dias, looking upward at him.

“Papa, I...” Your tears start to flow, and you don't care anymore if he sees your weariness about life. You feel at home here, secure in this place with an understanding soul listening quietly before you. “I try. I try so hard. I do what I can to make a difference and to be part of the world. But still…still I never feel like I fit in. Like I'm a part of something.”

“You're a part of this,” Papa reminds you, gesturing elegantly around the space.

“People don't understand this,” you mutter. “Sometimes people look at me like I'm insane. Sometimes I feel insane for loving you so much.”

Papa says your name softly, chidingly. “Love makes everyone feel insane. Passion proves you're human. Come forward my child.”

He opens his arms out to you, tilting his mitred head toward you like a dark saint, a noble animal. Your ribcage can barely contain your rattling heart. You step forward into his presence, into his arms, carefully pressing yourself against the silken embroidered solidness of his chest. His arms close around you, sweeping you into a gentle, protective embrace. Your eyes become heavy, lulled by the smell of sweet smoke imbued in his robes. His gloved hands rub gentle circles against your arms, his cape enveloping you like the tender wings of a bat. You sigh deeply. This is the safest place in your world.

“Dearest,” he begins, and a hand wanders to your head to stroke your hair. “You worry so much about others. About their need and their approval. You have nothing to fear. You needn't open your heart to those who don't see your beauty. Not everyone deserves your light.”

You fit perfectly in his arms, and at last the tears dry on your face. Your arms curl around his waist and he does not resist, but rather presses you further into him. Your ear brushes up against his heart, buried beneath layers of jewels and cloth-of-gold, but it is a man's heart, a heart that beats like yours or mine. To reside in the space between those beats, to nestle within the sound…

How did the song go? Wild horses. Wild, wild horses.

“You are home here,” Papa IV says softly, his voice rumbling in his chest. “There is nothing to fear here. There is nothing needed of you, asked of you. All that you do, all that you strive for…is not wasted.” 

At last you feel ready to step back from him, to admire him from a distance. He holds your hands still, smiling behind his skull-like visage. You commit his scent to memory. The gems across his body you know will dazzle your dreams for many nights to come. “I'm ready now.”

“Come.” Papa IV offers you his arm and you walk down the aisle, to the entrance of the nave, back towards the noise and grey of the real world. You squeeze his arm and he stops short of the door, looking into you, giving you the full attention of his shark-like eye. "Tesoro… I will always be here. In this seat in your heart, I remain. You can always reach me. Close your eyes and I am there.”

You test his words and softly close your eyes. Despite the darkness, his image endures. His golden light, the rich blue folds of his vestments penetrate your mind's eye. He is truly there. He will always be there.

The air of the real world hits your face like an icy blast, and you step into it, your heart a bit lighter than when you arrived. You can achieve anything. Peace can always rise to meet you, to appear on your own terms. As the door closes behind you his voice reaches out in a final caress that echoes through your soul: “ Call me. Call me. Call me.”

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Never Fly Near Giant Mold Monsters

This story is set in Resident Evil 8 Village. An AU of Chris calling on Leon's help with the Megamycete.

Ship: Chreon Words: 2,938 Contains: blood, death, angst, slight fluff.

Chris had been sitting in a tent his team set up in the forest, holding his phone in both hands. He was contemplating on calling Leon, they hadn't spoken in two weeks and the first thing he was going to ask was for help. Chris knew he would be here as soon as he could, but this was big. He had Ethan somewhere in Heisenberg's domain, his men keeping track of his whereabouts while they all worked behind the scenes to try and find Miranda. She had kept slipping out of his sight for 3 years now, but now that she had basically told them where she was, it was just a matter of searching every inch until they find her.

Chris hadn't slept in what felt like weeks, feeling like he had let the Winters family down after trying to keep them safe. Damn it! Why did everything he do blow up in his face lately? Rose had been taken, Mia was missing, and Ethan was being beaten to a bloody pulp by every creature in this god forsaken village.

He looks down to his phone one more time, he can't do this alone, he needed help, and who else than Leon? Pressing the call button on Leon's name he places the phone up to his right ear, praying to whatever had been keeping him and Leon alive for all these years, that he wasn't on another vacation he would be pulling him from. "Chris? It's been a while." Leon answered almost soon after the call had come through. "Leon." Chris seemed to pause, long enough for Leon to pick up on something. "Chris? What's wrong? Has something happened?" There was concern in the slightly younger man's voice over the phone after hearing the long silence. "Well. Yes and no? You know the Mold I found a few years ago in Louisiana?" "Yeah? Don't tell me you found more of it?"

"I have, and this seems to be the rout cause of it. I ran into a few problems with the Winters family, again. Mia had been replaced by a woman by the name of Mother Miranda." Chris explained the whole situation to Leon. Everything from him shooting her in the safe house, to Rose being kidnapped and now Ethan gone rogue in the village. "You didn't think to tell me any of this? How long have you been after Miranda?" Leon asks, annoyance in his voice. "3 years..." Chris said squinting as he waits for the earful from the other side of the line. "3... 3 YEARS?!" There was the sound of shuffling from Leons end of the line and Chris could only imagine he had been sitting down, now standing on his feet, probably pacing. "Right.. Where are you? I'll grab a small team and come to you."

"Romania, I'll send you my coordinates now." Chris says pulling the phone from his ear and sending through his exact location. Putting his phone back up to his ear, Chris waits for confirmation.

"Got it. I'll be there as soon as possible, I'm currently in Germany. Just took care of some BOWs." Leon explains almost about to hang up.

"And Leon?" Chris said quickly sensing he was about to end the conversation.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks, I really need your help." He said smiling softly.

"Don't mention it, I'll be there as soon as I can. Stay safe." Leon then hung up so he could make his way to Chris as fast as possible. Cursing under his breath as he gets to calling the few people left from his current mission.

"Love you too." Chris said to the phone with a sigh.

-----*Several Hours Later*-----

Chris was staring at the Village from the top of a hill his unit had set up camp on. Arms crossed over his chest sighing heavily, his breath visible in the freezing air. Pulling out a cigarette, Chris lights it, sucking on the butt he felt a slight amount of tension leaving his shoulders. A glint on his left hand catching his eye as he looks to the golden wedding band on his ring finger, giving it a small twist on his finger his ears perk up. That was the sound of a chopper, Leon was here. Taking one more suck of the cigarette he drops it on the snow covered ground and stomps it out. Looking out over the towards the mountains behind the castle, a black helicopter had appeared. Flying over the center of the village, Chris could feel his tense shoulders relaxing.

"That your backup, Alpha?" Speaks a male's voice fully kitted out, ready for whatever would be coming, they had already lost two people in their group by being here, he didn't want to be next. Chris only gives a nod as something below the helicopter caught his eye, reaching for the sniper rifle the man beside him was holding, he looks through the scope. His eyes widen as he saw a large arm of the mold bursting up from the ground. Chris reaches for his phone, handing the rifle back to his man as he calls Leon.

"I'm just over the village, can't you wait for me to land?" Leon quips, a smile on his face.

"Ascend! NOW!"

"What?" Leon didn't have time to think before the black mold had wiped the entire tail of the Helicopter away from the body. "Shit!" Was all Chris heard before the call was hung up. Chris watched in horror as the helicopter started to spin out of control, he notes which direction it was heading and runs as fast as he could calling anyone who gets to the car to come with him. Two of the men in his group were ready and hopped in the vehicle, Chris took off in the direction the helicopter had just crash landed. Driving over small trees and leaping off a few small cliffs they made their way to a small clearing, Leon had managed to direct the vehicle there. Better to be in an opening rather than in a bunch of trees. Chris puts the vehicle in park and runs out of the car towards the wrecked helicopter. A body was on the ground, but it wasn't Leon. Directing one of the two men to check on him, Chris saw Leon's figure lying on the ground of the passenger section of the vehicle. Fire engulfing the entrance as on of the others had been impaled by metal, already a charcoaled corpse.

Chris rips off his large black coat and runs over to the wreckage, leaping through the fire and landing next to Leon's body. He picks him up gently in his arms standing to his feet. Hopping slightly on his heals as he exhales, psyching himself up to run back through the flames. There was a hissing sound coming from the back of the helicopter giving him the signal that there was a tank about to explode. He leaps through the fire just as the explosion pushes him further through the air, wrapping an arm around Leon's torso, a hand cradling his head into Chris' chest as he hits the ground. Rolling in the snow Chris grunts as he was laying on Leon's limp body, he looks back at the helicopter. Moving to his knees Chris hooks his hands under Leon's arms, dragging him back away from the helicopter. Just in case it decided to blow up again. "Leon!" He calls trying to wake the unconscious male in his arms. Gently resting him down in the snow Chris kneels on Leon's right side. A gloved hand resting on Leon's chest as he lay in the snow. Nose and mouth bleeding, a large gash on his left shoulder and another unknown injury causing his navy blue, button up to be soaked in blood on the right side of his lower abdomen.

Chris looks over his husband's body, laying there in front of him in the snow. "Leon! Damn it! Don't do this to me!" He said cupping Leon's face in his gloved hands. One of his other men that had joined him here, walks over holding out Chris' black coat he had ripped off his body before leaping into the flames. Taking the coat with a look of thank you to his man, Chris placed it under Leon's head. He then pulls up Leon's shirt, revealing a large, bleeding gash to his lower abdomen. "First aid kit, STAT!" He looked up to the man still standing beside Leon. Nodding the man runs to the car grabbing a second kit and hurries back to Chris. Kneeling down the man pulls out some supplies. Chris had done a quick examination of the wound while waiting, concluding it wasn't deep enough to have done any serious damage. Maybe the muscle was broken through, but not any deeper.

Chris immediately grabs the alcohol wipes and cleans away as much blood as he could, doing a quick swab inside the wound. He then begins to sew up the wound, once finished he sits Leon up with the help of the other man and wraps a bandage around his lower abdomen as well as his shoulder. Chris had done the same treatment there. Relaxing slightly, Chris looks over to the second man of his group, who was walking over to the three of them. "He's gone, sir." He addresses. Kneeling down beside his teammate. "Damn it!" Chris punches the ground, his head hanging low. Looking to Leon still unconscious in the snow he couldn't help but feel tears threatening to leave his eyes. He had put them all at risk, he shouldn't have called.

"Sir... Alpha." One of the men called trying to get Chris' attention. He then lifts his head to look up at Men. "We should get him back to camp."

"Right." Chris replied. Taking the coat from under Leon's head, he placed it over his body and scoops him up in his arms once again. Walking to the large vehicle he had driven here in a hurry, Chris slides into the back, Leon's head on his lap as the other two sit in the front. "We'll get him to camp and he'll be fine." The man sitting in the driver's seat assured his boss as he started to drive back.

Once at camp he climbs out, pulling Leon into his arms once again, walking him into the medical tent where two of his team lay under white sheets. He averts his gaze and places Leon down on one of the cots, pulling up a stool beside him. The medic of the group takes a look at Chris' handy work, giving a nod and fixes Leon up a little more while checking on his vitals. She places a hand on Chris' shoulder to comfort him. "You did good, Alpha. Quick thinking on your part, the wound on his stomach hasn't done too much damage. He'll live." She assured, placing an oxygen mask over Leon's nose and mouth to help combat the smoke in his lungs. I'll come back and check on him in a moment. I'll give you two some time alone. And Alpha? Don't beat yourself up. You didn't know this would happen." She said patting Chris' back before she leaves. Chris was now in there alone with Leon, he reaches up to take his hand but stops when he sees the blood soaked into his gloves. Ripping them off he throws them to the ground and wipes his hands on his pants, trying to remove any blood that had soaked through.

Now taking Leon's hand from under his coat still on his husband's body, Chris held it tight, his thumb caressing the back of Leon's left hand. Running his fingers over the bloodied wedding band on Leon's finger, he couldn't help but break down. Tears streaming down his cheeks as he brought his head down to Leon's hand, holding the back of it to his own forehead as he cried silently.

-----*20 Minutes Later*-----

Chris had profusely apologised to Leon as he cried, but after a while he had gathered himself and made is way out of the medical tent. Calling his team together around the map. They had started to make a plan as he couldn't just sit around, there was Mold bursting out of the ground everywhere in the village, they needed to make a move. His team gets a visual on as much of the Mold as they could from their vantage point and makes a note of it on the map. "Alpha." Called a female voice, she had Chris turning his head as soon as he heard her speak. "Someone would like to see you." She smiled.

Her smile caused a sharp pain in Chris' gut, pure relief knowing Leon was alright and now awake. Rushing past her and to the Medical tent, Chris bursts through the material doors, immediately looking in the direction of Leon's cot he had placed him on. Bright blue eyes were staring at him when he had entered, the oxygen mask off his face and now replaced with a tube, tucked behind his ears to keep it in place under her nose. Chris jogs over to Leon and falls to his knees, placing his hands on either side of his face, kissing him. A long, wet kiss as Chris had already started crying once seeing his husband looking back at him. "I thought I lost you." Chris sobbed as he pulls away from the kiss and wraps his arms around Leon.

Leon only had the strength to gently pat a hand on Chris' back. "Okay..." He says weakly. Chris could hear how little strength his husband had and pulls back to give him some space, his normally hardened look that his squad knew, was now full of worry. He knew just because Leon was awake, doesn't mean he couldn't pass away at any moment due to any underlining injury, infection or still even blood loss. Leon looked around seeing the other cots empty, looking up to Chris. "My men? Did they make it?" Leon asked, having a feeling he already knew the answer. Chris just looks down and shakes his head. "Damn it!" Leon replied, resting his right hand over his eyes. Chris could tell he was trying to be strong but his bottom lip was quivering. "I shouldn't have called. I'm so, so sorry." Chris said tightening his grip on Leon's left hand. "I've caused so much pain, my squad, the Winters, you... I don't know why I'm still doing this." A gentle hand was placed on Chris' arm, causing his head to lift and look to Leon who was giving him a frown. "Don't say that, we have both lost so many men in our time. But you still keep fighting. If it weren't for you, all of this would still be getting worse. And in our line of work that just means more of a clean up." Chris could only scoff a small laugh at the thought of more of this Mold. He had found where it originated from, and from what he had experienced with this stuff, if you take out the source, the rest will crumble.

"Fine... You're right. It's just so much." Chris said, his shoulders lowering as if the weight of everything had become too heavy. Leon reaches up to place his right hand on Chris' cheek.

"I know. But we have to keep going. For the sake of this planet and the living things on it."

"Okay, now you're showing just how much blood you've lost." Chris teased, taking the hand on his cheek and pulling it to his lips, pressing a kiss on Leon's knuckles.

"You should probably get going.. It sounds like a lot is happening out there." Leon stated, not wanting to ruin the moment. But there was a job to be done.

Chris nods. "Yeah.. I'll be back soon. You get some rest and I'll see you when this is all over." He says moving to his feet, but leaning over Leon to press one more kiss to his lips before standing up. Leon held onto his husband's hand for as long as possible before he was out of reach. Leon's hand reaching out to Chris as he walks out of the tent.

"You come back to me Redfield, you hear?!" Leon called out hoping Chris would have heard him.

-----*2 hours Later*-----

Chris runs back to the chopper his squad had waiting for him, baby in his arms as he hands Rose to her mother.

"Where is Ethan?"

"Take us up we have to get out of here, NOW!" Chris says walking passed three bodies under white cloths. The Chopper takes to the skies and hurries out of the village as Chris stares at the three bodies. He feels his heart clench and felt a stabbing in his gut. There was the explosion knowing Ethan was now gone.

"Chris? What was that? Where is my husband?!"

"He's gone!" Chris says slamming his fist on the wall. He then walks over to the body placed on the seats and pulls back the cloth, revealing the pale, peace face of his husband. Falling to his knees Chris stares as Leon's face, reaching down to pull his left hand free from the cloth and holds his hand.

Mia saw the wedding rings on both their hands and placed a hand to her mouth, He was feeling the exact same loss she was right at this very moment. Standing up she walks over to place a hand on Chris' shoulder. "I tried..." Chris sobbed. "I tried to save everyone."

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