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writingescapades · 1 month ago

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Rafayel the Vlogger

To promote his new art installation and collaboration with another beauty company, the marketing team suggesting Rafayel vlog his life for 2 weeks to get people interested, especially the younger generation. How does our fishy cope?

A/N: We're going to pretend that Rafayel doesn't have a bounty on him.

Rafayel’s first instinct is a HELL NO. He’s an introvert. A private person. He doesn’t anyone to know about him and his life.

Thomas: It’s for your art sales, Rafeyel!

Rafayel: I’m okay with being poor.

Somehow Thomas coerces Rafayel into the idea. Probably threatening to send him off on long promos, forcing him to spend less time with you.

So, begrudgingly, Rafayel starts his vlogs. First video is him going, “I don’t want to do this but because we’re collaboration with REDACTED company, you now get to see this face for a week”.

Despite being unwilling, Rafayel knows his vlogging game. You bet he’s coming in with that aesthetic portrayal of his artistic life. The irony is that it’s not even pretentious or false. He really does live the life his vlogs depict. Goes really hard with ocean themes in his videos.

Doesn’t really show how he paints. He might bring his viewers to the art room, maybe play with the sound so that you hear his paintbrush. Or he’ll provide random aesthetic shots with music that capture his mood and thoughts while painting. But you’ll never see his actual work.

In fact, you see very little of him in the video. Rafayel prefers to show you his life, not himself. so his head is almost always out of shot, and sometimes all you will see are his hands. He’s a master at video editing, and enjoys using the videos to play with new editing techniques.

Loves shorts, but only uses them for 2 situations. The first to capture something beautiful and momentary like a rainbow appearing in the rain. The second is for those “what the” random as hell moments that make you crack a smile.

LOVES showing the food he’s making. It’s the only time you’ll see his full face as it focuses on dicing whatever he’s cooking. Always, always shows his platting and ensures that viewers see 2 plates. Only really cooks if you’re coming over, so when viewers see him cook, they know you’ll be around.

Speaking of you, Rafayel does not really show you in his vlogs. He respects your privacy, and doesn’t want the world to come down on you just because you choose to be part of his life. Also, he finds it creepy to film your relationship. It feels staged even if the emotions are real. Despite that, viewers do know he has a partner. They might know you when you accompany him as his bodyguard. And in his vlogs, they would have seen brief shots, often candid ones when you were just doing your own thing. But he never wholly includes you in these vlogs, and he always shows you what he filmed and gets your permission before posting them.

Despite not being a part of the vlogs, that doesn’t stop Rafayel expressing his love for you. The whole world knows just how damn much the man loves you. He’s not cheesy or ridiculous about it. In fact, he barely verbalizes it, no those words are meant for one person’s ears only. But they see it when they see him cooking you favourite meal, always having a cup of tea ready for when you appear. They see it in the little things you leave behind and the space he’s made for your life.

He really enjoys night routines because of how relaxing they can be. Loves it when you’re spending the night over. Again, he won’t film you, but viewers can tell you both are getting ready for bed and boy does he go hard with the ocean aesthetic here. Depicting animated sea creatures following the two of you as you prepare for sleep. The video sound itself, quieting down to calming ocean waves, and finally the depths of the sea as the camera fades out.

But after 2 weeks, Rafayel calls its quits. Despite the overwhelming popularity, he doesn’t like how much time it takes to edit the videos. Frankly, he finds his life not very interesting, and he doesn’t really want the world to shatter the little niche he’s carved out for himself. He thinks its more interesting to learn about people from what they leave behind and the mark they make in the world and in the lives of other people. He might try it again if the fancy takes him or if another company requests him to do so, but it’s not a hobby he wants to regularly do.

#writing #loveanddeepspace #love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #lads #love and deep space rafayel #lads rafayel #love and deepspace rafayel #rafayel love and deepspace #rafayel x reader

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unpopularvivian · 3 months ago

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My Ttte Designs (Percy):

Headcanons:

Friendly, chill, mature, smug and can be a snarker sometimes. His personality was based on the more grumpier Percy that appeared in the classic series.

Caterpillar? Nah, they're a green centipede. Still, don't call them "Dirty Percy".

Is a lot less emotionally intelligent than canon Percy. Good thing when you're trying not to be manipulated and you're trying to stand up for yourself and your friends. Bad thing when your friends need emotional support and you end up giving them shit advice.

Demiboy and questioning. Uses he/him and they/them pronouns. He's trying to figure out what kind of people he's interested in. Girls and boys are off the list but he has a slight attraction to other genders. That being said, if's they're ever in a relationship, it just might be queerplatonic.

Loves analog horror like the Mandela Catalog, the Boiled One Phenomenon, etc. Heck. he ever brought the Boiled One plush.

Also they love ugly/creepy plushies and giving one to somebody means that they care for that person deeply. So if he ever gives you a fucked up plush, don't throw away. It probably means that you're one of his loved ones.

Their human age is 21 while their actual age is unknown since their og engine basis isn't a real one. However, they did get rebuilt into an actual engine basis following their REDACTED. The engine basis that they were rebuilt into is unfortunately unknown as well.

Is a fan of weirdcore and rap music. His favorite artists are Jack Stauber, Eminem and Connor Price.

Is the second oldest sibling between Pluto, Phillip, them and Mavis. Toby and Henrietta are their adopted parents.

Real name is Percival but just likes to be called Percy.

His left eye is blind while his right eye is fine. So his vision ends up looking extremely weird.

They're taller than Toby but is shorter than Emily.

SPOILERS FOR THE NEXT HEADCANONS!!!!

He used to be like his canon counterpart. Extremely naive, kind and gullible. He was Thomas' best friend, was confused about long words and was the sweetest engine in the Steam Team. At that time, Percy was 18, Thomas was 15.

Toby was extremely close to him as well, basically forming a father-son relationship with the saddletank engine.

That all changed when the tank engine suffered a series of accidents to ensure that he will never be the same....

First, in TOTB, Percy gets caught in a landside trying to save James like in the movie. The difference however was that Percy's left arm and right leg got DESTROYED and had to be amputated since they were damaged beyond repair. He was given wooden prosthetics to help him with his work but become extremely irritable and moody afterwards.

This then leads to him growing resentment towards Thomas, James and the others when Belle and Flynn were introduced in DOTD. All of the events from the movie are pretty much the same like Percy being manipulated by Diesel 10 except for two key differences: Diesel 10's plan involves more than taking over the Steamworks and actually wanting to BURN DOWN Sodor and there are some nice diesels like BoCo and Mavis who were roped into Diesel 10's plan, believing that Diesel 10 was advocating for equal treatment for diesels.

At the Steamworks where Diesel 10 was ready to burn it down, Percy gathers all of the steam engines, the nice diesels and Sir Topham Hatt to try and stop the maniacal diesel. This leads to a violent confrontation until Diesel 10 rips the left side of Percy's face OFF, leaving Percy with a half mutilated face. Furious by this, Thomas charges towards Diesel 10, angrily knocking him into the wall.

Above Thomas was the giant mechanical claw used to lift engines up when they were being repaired, came loose and was about to hit Thomas in the head. But in the last moment, Percy pushed Thomas out of the way and got a concussion. Toby, completely devasted, ran to the saddletank engine and started begging him to wake up. Enraged, Sir Topham Hatt banished Diesel 10 to the smelters' yard as punishment and Percy was sent to the Mainland for repairs.

In the Mainland, the workers were able to stich the left side of his face back together and were about to gave Percy new metal prosthetic limbs when they realized that they didn't enough supplies to make them. So in a desperate attempt, they went to the scrapyards of a random railway and used the remains of a gray diesel to make the prosthetics. Percy was stuck in the Mainland for 3 years.

When Percy finally came back to Sodor, everybody were overjoyed to see him okay but something was wrong with the tank engine. He didn't remember anything about Sodor.

It eventually took some time but Percy finally remembered about his old friends and his old home. But he also found a chilling discovery as well...

#ttte #thomas and friends #thomas the tank engine #ttte percy #ttte human au #ttte humanisation #ttte humanised #ttte headcanon #modernly classical ttte au

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kippykasey · 1 year ago

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Hey @darke15

Its finally time for the live reaction of season 2 of Soldier and the Spy.

S2E1

- leave it to Boone to make a dramatic entrance

- of course Duke is being a mother hen over a breakout

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- Jack has it bad for Duke and its adorable

- Jack and Zac are the first of my children as they are cinnamon rolls and I will fight for them.

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- wait wait wait Rafael is the one who is going to treat our girl ghost??? Hell yeah!

- just waiting for Belov to meet someone new who knows what he's saying and messes with him

- please pause the tension caused by brainwashed Ghost for some adorable children

- Raf is something else.

- The Hadar and Jack gym moment made me snicker. Poor Jack just wanted to make sure a fight didn't break out.

- Belov and Zac are like Spike and Jerry (I don't know why that correlation popped into my head but it did) unlikely friends

- me going my whole life thinking it was 'Golf' Coast... yep

- nooo not the ptsd ahhh poor Dugan

- catch me giggling over the idea of a wooden child puppet being a drug dealer

S2E2

- okay but Duke would be a badass bar tender. Love it

- this part (Lawrence being drugged) is so wonderfully written (as odd as that sounds)

- 💉💉he got his shot💉💉

- Boone having flashbacks from Rook gives me gross vibes

- we love a protective Duke

- all dresses with pockets are superior

(I am technically supposed to be working but I'm hooked. Ahhhhh)

- “Only Marines take in hood rats.” true for the marines I know

- Jack is too kind

- oh look a meet-cute run in

(Totally had a small panic over bad internet and thinking all the comments from ep2 so far didn't save but we good)

- Belov, bear, vodka is not a food group

- the gossip mill is deep.

- oh, Boone, darlin'. Someone give this gal a hug

- the friendships forming are beautiful to watch

S2E3

- ah Boone and Duke banter, I missed it

- cackling at this tech class

- During all of the fights for Alpha picks I just imagine the nurses getting upset at select few that they constantly see

- oh so that's how T becomes senator. I like it

- Nea helping set up Jack and Duke unknowingly

S2E4

- lil happy dance at the first use of Senator Johnson

- i would like to take this time to thank General Garner for taking vacation

- giggling like a school girl at poor Jack's expense

- now laughing at Duke's expense

- pass code guesses: alphaone or alphatwo

- Jack and Duke obviously crushing but oblivious

- Jack, don't compare relationships

S2E5 (about halfway through and its only been 5 hours, since I'm working and multitasking)

- whoa there no going after kids or we gonna have a problem and you aren't gonna win

- watch them become a team because they get caught sneaking out for drinks

- Hadar going to save the day?

- Montana plates huh? 👀

- mmm the baby blue camero

- I caught that Fury mention

- Thomas Frazier consider yourself fired

- Bardot Calinescu sounds familiar, was it referenced in BS:A?

S2E6

- Boone how scandalous lol

- well there goes one of my code guesses, alphaone is still there and my third would be outbreak (that was Johnsons code name if I remember)

-alpha two is literally going to be formed in a bar to save Johnson.

- “And,” Rafael said, the smile on his face growing, “I know just the guy to get us to Dugan.” mhm his name is Jack Bennett

- didn't see Sherlock coming

- ugh this comparison to wonderland is beautiful

- hell yeah! Go Zac!!

- we going to throw hands and then get back to slapping some sense into Boone for doing stupid shit

S2E7 (just a random time update its like 12:30)

- eeeeeeee! He asked him out! It begins!

- happy dance at alpha 2 forming to save kids

- no no no we going to fight

- DARKE NO. OMG NO. THAT CLIFFHANGER. That's so mean. My heart is racing and I. .... *incert scream here*

S2E8

- nia being so strong ♡

- i just feel like a ball of anxiety right now. 20 minutes to save the girls before a big boom boom

- oh sjit oh shit panic

- this is a stressful situation Duke shooting and coming out of the dark is not supposed to be attractive!

- “You and I remember Havana very differently,” 👀

- oh my god. Go alpha two

- not Jack finding out Duke wants to kiss him by a child in a death zone

- wish I had ice cream to get through the heart palpation you caused :P

- Ghost is awake!!

S2E9

- Duke ruining his own love life

- pour the champagne for Senator Johnson!

- Amma ♡

- Winter Soldier just seems like a stalker, promising to find Ghost. (Bad joke)

S2E10 (time update 2:16)

- well a stabbing is one way to start an episode

- home to New Eden

- squealing over Duke and Jack is just a thing now

- the fact that Thomas still has a job... prick

S2E11 (last one)

- honestly New Eden is probably the best place for Ghost right now

- short sweet and Raf better not disrespect the car like that again or we gonna fight

So in total it only took me like 9.4 hours to binge read everything. But yes ♡♡♡♡♡♡

Much love to the Alphas.

#live reaction #the soldier and the spy #season 2

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ghosts-of-love · 1 year ago

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anything you want to talk abt that you haven’t been able to!! little hidden references, lines you love, legit anything !!

oh my goodness okay!! with 22 published fics and [redacted] wips, this is a very broad topic haha. i might do a mix of stuff that's published and stuff that's not but that i'm still proud of! i'm gonna open a whole bunch of them now and see if anything comes to mind hehe

(spoilers for season 5 here too)

there’s a bit in an unpublished uni au involving some backstory and a dog and dog imagery in general across two different perspectives that i'm really proud of – this probably makes no sense rn but once it’s published and you get to chapter 8 (? I think) then it probably will. I just, I wrote it a while back and since then I’ve seen a real uptick in people also using dog imagery (‘kicked puppy’ etc) or cat imagery (‘soggy wet kitten man’ etc) for the captain and so I’m really happy we’re all on the same page there!!

I also changed and added a whole bit of the Captain’s backstory to this au in response to hearing Noah Kahan’s The View Between Villages. It’s incredible how much I think of the captain in this specific fic. It makes me really emotional. I hope I’m able to publish it all soon because I really want other people to understand where I’m coming from.

another thing I haven’t published yet, but I wrote the ending for tqatd basically after I wrote the first couple of chapters and I’m actually quite proud of it. Feel like I’ve done a decent amount of foreshadowing for it, or maybe not foreshadowing as such, but like little hints so it will be less of a surprise and more of an ‘oh, this was always on the cards, wasn’t it?’ type situation. Idk though now I’m worried ahaha

I know I’ve already done a whole post about this but the fact that I named the kid in adored chapter 5 ‘Jimmy’ short for James and had him be a mirror of teenage-Cap is even more meaningful to me now that we know that Captain’s name.

The printed and annotated article that Cap gives Pat in adored, called ‘The Subversive History of Women Using Thread as Ink’ is real.

There are some similarities and callbacks in tqatd that I really enjoy. In chapter 5, when Pat finds the sheet music for the songs Cap has written about him, his thoughts quickly turn saucy and he imagines blowing Cap while he plays him the songs on the piano. This comes up multiple times again.

In chapter 8, when Thomas is using his siren-y powers, the Captain believes for a moment that Pat is kneeling down in front of him and he hears ‘the sound of a piano playing’. This is because Thomas has gotten confused between what he’s seen in Pat’s head and what he’s seen in the Captain’s. He’s accidentally projecting Pat’s fantasy in Cap’s mind (not that he minds).

Then in chapter 11, it pops up again when Pat’s listing all the places they’ve had sex – the king-sized bed ‘(and a wall, and a desk, and an armchair, and a shower, and a piano seat)’.

However, it’s not until Chapter 12 and later in the timeline (Valentine’s day!) that Pat actually fulfils the initial fantasy for both of them hehehoho

that’s about everything I can think of for now tbh but feel free to ask any follow up questions :) <3 <3

fanfic writers: director's cut

#ask games!!#fanfic writers: director's cut #bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts fanfic #patcap

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douxlen · 4 months ago

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Body Camera Footage Shows Police Anger at Secret Service after Trump Assassination Attempt

New Post has been published on https://douxle.com/2024/08/10/body-camera-footage-shows-police-anger-at-secret-service-after-trump-assassination-attempt/

Body Camera Footage Shows Police Anger at Secret Service after Trump Assassination Attempt

(WASHINGTON) — In the chaotic aftermath of the attempted assassination of Donald Trump at a Pennsylvania rally last month, a local police officer told a fellow officer he had warned the Secret Service days earlier that the building where the 20-year-old gunman opened fire needed to be secured.

“I (expletive) told them they needed to post guys (expletive) over here,” the officer said in police body camera footage released by the Butler Township Police Department. “I told them that (expletive) Tuesday.”

When another officer asked who he told that to, he responded: “the Secret Service.”

Police body camera videos, released in response to a public records request, show frustration among local law enforcement at how Thomas Matthew Crooks — whom police had flagged as suspicious before the shooting — managed to slip away from their view, scale a roof and open fire with an AR-style rifle at the former president and Republican presidential nominee. They also show police expressing confusion and anger about why no law enforcement had been stationed on the roof.

“I wasn’t even concerned about it because I thought someone was on the roof,” one officer says. He asked how “the hell” they could have lost sight of Crooks after spotting him acting suspiciously if law enforcement had been on top of the building. The other officer responded: “They were inside.”

Trump was struck in the ear but avoided serious injury. One spectator was killed and two others were injured.

Several investigations are underway into the security failures that led to the shooting. Acting Secret Service Director Ronald Rowe Jr., who took over after the resignation of former chief Kimberly Cheatle, has said he “cannot defend why that roof was not better secured.” The Secret Service controls the area after people pass through metal detectors, while local law enforcement is supposed to handle outside the perimeter. Rowe told lawmakers last month that Secret Service had “assumed that the state and locals had it” covered.

A Secret Service spokesperson said Friday the agency is reviewing the body camera footage.

“The U.S. Secret Service appreciates our local law enforcement partners, who acted courageously as they worked to locate the shooter that day,” spokesperson Anthony Guglielmi said in an email, “The attempted assassination of former President Donald Trump was a U.S. Secret Service failure, and we are reviewing and updating our protective policies and procedures in order to ensure a tragedy like this never occurs again.”

Two officers from local county sniper teams were inside the complex of buildings and spotted Crooks acting strangely. One of them ran outside to look for Crooks while the other remained in the building on the second floor, according to Butler County District Attorney Richard Goldinger. But neither officer could see Crooks on top of the adjacent building from their second-floor position, Goldinger has said.

Another video shows officers frantically looking for Crooks in the moments before the shooting. The video shows one officer help another climb up to the roof to investigate, spotting Crooks before dropping down and running to his car to grab his gun. There is no audio in the video until the officer is back at his car, grabbing his weapon, so it’s unclear what he said after seeing Crooks on the roof. It was not immediately clear whether the sound was not recorded, or if the audio had been redacted by police.

The acting Secret Service director has said local law enforcement did not alert his agency before the shooting that an armed person had been spotted on a nearby roof.

After the shooting, officers are seen in one video climbing onto the roof, where Crooks lay dead. Standing near his body, one of the officers says he was “(expletive) pissed” that police “couldn’t find him.”

“I hear you bro,” the officer responds. “But for now, I mean, he’s the only one.”

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Lauer reported from Philadelphia

#News &x26; Politics

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sa7abnews · 4 months ago

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Body Camera Footage Shows Police Anger at Secret Service after Trump Assassination Attempt

New Post has been published on https://sa7ab.info/2024/08/09/body-camera-footage-shows-police-anger-at-secret-service-after-trump-assassination-attempt/

Body Camera Footage Shows Police Anger at Secret Service after Trump Assassination Attempt

When another officer asked who he told that to, he responded: “the Secret Service.”

Trump was struck in the ear but avoided serious injury. One spectator was killed and two others were injured.

A Secret Service spokesperson said Friday the agency is reviewing the body camera footage.

The acting Secret Service director has said local law enforcement did not alert his agency before the shooting that an armed person had been spotted on a nearby roof.

“I hear you bro,” the officer responds. “But for now, I mean, he’s the only one.”

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Lauer reported from Philadelphia

#News &x26; Politics

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koskela-knights · 5 months ago

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I'll go ahead :P

1 Favourite AW2 character(s)

Easy, the Koskela brothers & Huotari brothers

2 Favourite chapter

Local Girl, for obvious reasons ;) Plus it's fun to explore/see Watery

3 Favourite ship(s)

CultCase and its variants (ilmari/kesä), Tim/Jaakko & Saga/Casey

4 Favourite Koskela commercial

Ahma Beer Commercial forever. It has everything I need: humor, cute & hot guys, men tits and Jaakko Like That.

5 Favourite quote

"Giant raccoons, my ass" - Steven Lin lmao

6 Favourite new Old Gods of Asgard song

The Sea Of Night

7 Favourite YY moment

I'm predictable, but the whole confrontation between Kesä and Ilmari <33

8 Favourite YY character

Ilmari Huotari 🩸🔪❤

9 Your fave fanfics (that you wrote and/or read)

In no particular order

Other's works:

Five Times Ilmo Hugged his Brother (and the Time he Didn't) by @autisticwriterblog

I loved the angst and the fluff dlfkjsfljds. Also autistic Jaakko now lives rentfree in my heart and mind forever <3

Coffee is Sacred by @entropicquilibriumofchaos

I love, love the friendship and friendly rivalry between the Koskelas and Rose in this one. There is a lot of history here

Deal by @copiasmic

I'm not only a smut writer but also a smut reader and big enthusiast. Cultist Ilmo x reader x Casey??? Sign me the fuck up 👌🏽

Momentum by deafleader

OC & Koskelas fic, detailing the inner workings of the Cult and the attack on the lodge. Action packed and I love the relation between the OC and the brothers and other Cult members a lot here.

Create Me: Divide the Day From the Night by @changethecircumstances

Ilmo's guilt is really well highlighted in this mindfuck of a fic + it has Ilmari in it, who acts similarly to Scratch's Alan in AW2

10 Your fave fanart/photos (that you drew/made and/or saw)

It's difficult to choose becos there are so many talented artists, so here's a (definitely) limited collection from the following artists

Photos: @zephyrone01 & @amiracleilluminated

Drawings: @j-likes-to-draw, @desakuro @oozeandgoo-art @lvcidreamss @fras-redacted-shapes & @jynnandtonic

And finally i'll tag a whole bunch of people: @copiasmic @zephyrone01 @juhospemmifer @thotpants @autisticwriterblog @dextraicarus1994 @that-dude-ash @thomas-zane @drdarling @samfrancis94 @greenkngt @compressednerve @entropicquilibriumofchaos @muffin0u0 @mashkara45 @itsalonelysunday @firstaidspray @taniushka12 & everyone else who regularly visits this blog and wants to participate :D 💜 Plz tag me back so I can easily and quickly see your replies :D

AW2 Ask Game

Let's get to know each other and each other's works better 👀 Feel free to elaborate as much as you want

1 Favourite AW2 character(s)

2 Favourite chapter

3 Favourite ship(s) or other relationships

4 Favourite Koskela commercial

5 Favourite quote

6 Favourite new Old Gods of Asgard song

7 Favourite YY moment

8 Favourite YY character

9 Your fave fanfics (that you wrote and/or read)

10 Your fave fanart/photos (that you drew/made and/or saw)

Tag whomever you want to join!

#personal #fanart #fanfic #my ramblings #alan wake 2 #mainly didnt feature my own stuff becos i already answered here n there plus i have too much work to go thru else lmao #ask game #ask

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thisaccisdead · 4 years ago

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montreal - roman hurt/comfort

pairing: this was written to all be platonic prinxiety, but can definitely be interpreted romantically !

warnings: unconventional self harm, non-graphic descriptions of wounds/injury

summary: a post-POF roman hurt/comfort fic in january 2021? yes <3

word count: 3.2k

notes: large portions of this were salvaged from one (1) night last summer at 4am when i was having a . time. the rest has been mainly recently written before i go to bed, with some extra bits added during my history classes B)) also shout out to [REDACTED]. u may not read this but if u do, i hope u know who u are & ilu

Virgil had been trying to calm himself down for the better part of an hour, as soon as they got back from the wedding fiasco; and he was doing a relatively okay job. Considering the circumstances, at least. Or so he thought, when he registered a spike in Thomas’s anxiety. This only served to make Virgil more anxious, because he had thought he had been doing well—until, he realized it wasn’t anxiety, not exactly, not fully��and it wasn’t coming from him.

Once he'd figured that out, it wasn't hard to trace the feeling to the imagination. He paused at the door. If this was where the strongest negative emotions were coming from, he already knew which side this was about. And could he really be surprised? Roman had wanted that callback for so long. Even at the court case, even when Roman gave Thomas his sentence, Virgil knew it killed him. And Virgil didn't do anything. Because he was so fucking scared of Thomas being bad, or of Janus winning, or something, and now whatever was going on was his fault, and--

And now was not the time for these thoughts. He breathed in. He opened the door.

Immediately, he was coughing out soot, heat burned his cheeks, his eyes blurred with protective tears forming against the smoke. It was hard to see, let alone process, what was happening. Then, he caught sight of the Dragon Witch. And he caught sight of—

“Roman!” Virgil choked on the yell, coughing again.

Obviously Roman couldn’t hear him from the distance, especially considering the brutal roar of the creature. Adrenaline kicked in, and as Virgil began to sprint towards the prince, he took in the entirety of the scene with alarm. Roman was...fighting, sure, except that Virgil had seen him fight before, and this... wasn’t right. Roman bested manticore-chimeras like it was a breeze, he HAD bested the Dragon Witch herself in every form she took, “just for training.” He always moved like he was in a ballet, not a battle, like it was more for show than challenge, and now...

Virgil watched Roman fall to a hard swish of the creature’s tail, and stay there. He almost expected the Dragon Witch to take mercy, or at least, to accept an early victory. But he watched her rear back, raise a taloned hand, the magma-red in her throat glowing brighter and brighter—just as Virgil got close enough to let fight win over flight.

Virgil crashed into Roman; they rolled just far enough that the swipe of claws only ripped the edge of Virgil’s jacket.

Immediate danger out of the way, Virgil clenched his eyes tight, trying to do it how Logan taught him. He found something that didn’t make sense--the grass. The grass was dry, therefore it should have been burning, but it wasn’t. He took that foothold to dispel all the fantastical elements of the scene, Dragon Witch and all her carnage blinking from existence. The new calm of the scene was jarring.

That just left a great big field, Virgil, and one absolute dumbass.

"What the fuck, Princey?!"

Virgil’s voice was distorted with stress, and Roman stared up at him wide-eyed, unsure—even terrified in a way that hurt. Virgil quickly pushed himself up so he wasn't pinning the other. Roman tried to copy this movement, only to groan, start coughing, and fall back again.

“Shit, I—“ Virgil looked at his hands and found red on them, looked at Roman and saw the color painting his chest. “I thought I dispelled all the imaginary stuff, why—?“

“Left brain sides can only dispel so much of what right brain sides feel,” Roman said, voice rough and thin and upsettingly casual, “Since they feel so real to me, you can’t get rid of them.”

“They feel…? Christ, ok, you need a medical kit, uhm—“ Virgil closed his eyes again; he was notoriously shitty at summoning things, and he had to concentrate for this—

“That’s ok; I’ve got it,” Roman said, letting out a quiet hiss as he propped himself up on one arm, and summoned the medical kit with the other, “You can go now.”

Virgil gaped at him in disbelief. When Roman attempted to stand up, and Virgil could no longer deny he wasn’t joking, he exclaimed, “Like Hell am I going, idiot!”

Roman just stared at him, and Virgil cursed under his breath. “Ok ok, let’s just... we should do this in the bathroom, uhm—“

Virgil awkwardly clambered over to Roman again, taking his hand, so he could blink them over together. He knew it would probably be more comfortable for Roman to sink in and out, but considering Virgil wasn’t practiced at that, he wasn’t going to risk screwing it up.

They apparated into the bathtub, and Virgil scrambled up, taking the med kit from Roman's hands.

Ok, ok, now Virgil just had to remember that one time Logan lectured them all on “Side Safety.” He took a shaky breath and washed his hands quickly, before turning back to Roman. He allowed himself to fully assess the prince this time and… Jesus. He was slumped against the back of the tub, having given up his attempts at composure while he thought Virgil wasn’t looking. His litany of scrapes, cuts, bruising, his shallow breathing, and--most of all--the wet, red patch slowly growing on his shirt, sparked renewed panic in Virgil.

“Ok, fuck, ok--let’s do this,” Virgil said, mostly to himself, as he knelt down by Roman to undo his already tattered shirt and take a wet towel to his chest. He had to suck in a breath at the sight of the jagged wound, a nauseous feeling catching up to him.

“You’ve already done a lot, you know,” Roman insisted. “You can--”

“If you tell me to go, Princey, I swear I’ll make these wounds worse myself,” he said, not meaning it in the slightest, which he would assume Roman knew--but the way Roman flinched and shut his mouth told a different story. “Shit, I didn’t mean that. Of course I didn’t mean that!”

Roman glanced away, and Virgil reached to cup his cheek, an instinct he didn’t know he had. Luckily, he caught himself in time to retract his hand. They both avoided eye contact for a second; Virgil cleared his throat; and he reached for the bottle of hydrogen peroxide before pausing. He vaguely recalled Logan mentioning how strong alcohols would only cause more harm, and they should just stick to mild soap instead. He gave the cut a longer look-over—it was certainly not a pretty sight, but probably not as bad as it looked. It was large, but not too deep. Plus, as sides, it would heal itself without needing anything like stitches or professional medical work. The past scars littering Roman’s body were proof of that. Actually--had he always had this many scars? Virgil squinted. How often did he do this?

Virgil finished cleansing and bandaging the wound to the best of his ability, with little talk beyond the occasional, soft “sorry” at Roman’s winces. When he had finished, he gave Roman his hoodie (an action the Prince was too tired to take much notice of), since summoning a new shirt seemed like a waste of whatever energy he had left.

“Ok, Princey, all done. Uhm, are you—how, how are you?” Virgil mentally kicked himself.

A small, bitter smile tugged at Roman’s lips for just a moment. He opened his mouth and then closed it, and finally shrugged. “Thank you for your help.”

It hurt, Virgil realized. Roman’s quiet voice, where near-shouting was his usual speech. His unkempt hair sticking to his forehead, where it was usually styled to be very lightly and intentionally ruffled. The bags beneath his eyes where there was usually concealer. All of it hurt.

Virgil sucked in a breath. “Look, I’m sorry if I’m being annoying, but I hope you know there’s absolutely no way I’m leaving yet.”

“Virgil,” Roman almost said it as a whine, which was closer to his usual style, so Virgil considered it progress.

“Roman,” Virgil deadpanned back.

Roman huffed. “Maybe I need space to really explore my feelings, and you’re actually being a terrible friend right now,” he argued.

“Uh-huh, well being a terrible friend is always my favorite, so,” Virgil leaned down, fumbling slightly as he picked Roman up bridal style, “We’re gonna get you to bed, and you can explore your feelings by sleeping.”

“Great, now you’re damsel-in-distressing me,” Roman said sarcastically, but he leaned his head into Virgil’s chest as he did so, which kind of ruined his point.

“Yeah, yeah. Act more like Megara next time, and maybe it’ll be different.”

•••

Roman groaned upon waking up. His whole body ached, but mainly it was focused around a sharper pain in his chest. He let his eyes flutter open, only to find Virgil staring at him from his desk.

“Ah,” Roman uttered, a jumble of memories from the past few hours returning. They felt foggy and mildly icky, but mainly the pain in them was the numb kind of pain, the tired kind. Really, it was indistinguishable from the dull ache of his bruises and cuts.

“Yeah,” Virgil said, as though he understood, even though he couldn’t possibly. “Uh, wanna talk about it?”

It was clear Virgil felt awkward asking the question. It was unclear whether that was due to his tendency to be embarrassed by everything he said, or—far more likely—that he wanted to stop babying a stupid prince, and just go about his business.

Roman sat up, suppressing a wince as best he could. “Do you want to hear about it?”

“Of course I do.” Virgil said it without an ounce of hesitation. Roman’s breath caught.

“Oh.” Roman shifted slightly over, and Virgil took a seat by him on the bed. “Okay. Uhm. I don’t know, I just—I messed up.” What else was new?

“...What did you mess up?” Virgil asked, with an inkling of suspicion, like he knew what this was about. But it wasn’t that; it wasn’t the callback—that was over and done and dead. Roman had created so many fantasies, so many crazy scenarios where they could somehow still make it in that stupid movie, and it had always filled him with hope or crushing pain or something, but as of this afternoon? He didn’t even care. It didn’t matter.

So, Roman ignored the question, and instead commented, “Janus got accepted.”

“What the fuck.”

Roman observed Virgil’s stricken expression like an unsettling kind of mirror of himself when—

My name is Janus.

“Yeah,” Roman sighed, “I didn’t take it so well either.”

Virgil looked at him for a long moment, seeming to go through several series of emotions, before he was able to ask, “...What happened?”

Roman inhaled sharply. “I was wrong about being wrong about the wedding. Patton was also wrong; Janus was right, and then Patton was right because he wasn’t a total asshole to Janus, and I’m evil; Thomas hates me; whatever, you get it.”

He thought he would break down, saying it, but he felt oddly… fine. He sat, staring at the same spot as he was before, absentmindedly annoyed at the way his bandages itched. The normalcy of the situation almost made it worse. This sucked. This wasn’t even bad.This was the worst he had ever felt.

“Oook,” Virgil said, clearly not knowing where to start, “I—you—what do you mean: Thomas hates you?”

“Thought that one was self-explanatory.”

“He can’t hate you,” Virgil said with a laughable amount of conviction. “You’re still his… y’know.. goals. Desires. Hopes. Whatever. Just because this one didn’t go… perfectly, doesn’t mean you won’t keep—“ he struggled to find the phrasing for a moment— “...fighting, uh, valiantly for Thomas’s dreams!” he attempted at the encouragement with a weak smile.

Roman just shook his head. “No. I don’t know what he wants.”

Virgil’s smile dropped into confusion. “But… you are his wants.”

“That’s kind of the problem.”

Virgil seemed at a loss, and Roman felt like an asshole. Here he was trying to help him, and Roman couldn’t even be bothered to put on a smile to dismiss him from the duty.

“Please go,” Roman attempted weakly when he couldn’t find a more convincing argument in himself. He was meant to be an actor, but he knew he couldn’t hide the fact that he wanted him to stay, of course he did, so badly. He hoped Virgil would just quit with the chivalry and go despite that.

Virgil sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Shit, I'm going about this all wrong.”

Roman knew it probably wasn’t really him Virgil was mad at, but it was hard not to shrink away anyway.

“Look, Roman—“ Virgil turned to him, looked at him seriously, took his hands in his— “To be honest? I don’t care what happened. I don’t care who was right or wrong—I mean, we all know I’ve been in the wrong more than my fair share. It doesn’t change how I feel about you.”

Roman didn’t miss the ambiguity of the end statement. “But… look, you don’t get it. When you mess up, you’re still you. You’re still...,” Roman gestured vaguely, which upset his bandages, and when he looked down at himself, he took note of the black/purple hoodie he was wearing. He melted slightly. This was exactly the point he was trying to make, “You’re still... y’know. Important.”

“Wh—? Of course you’re important, Ro. You’re creativity—“

“Thomas has two of those.”

Virgil looked at him like he was stupid. “Right, as if you’re anything like Remus.”

Roman’s lip quivered at that, and he had to look away, which was so stupid. And suddenly he felt all of the embarrassment at once—of this situation, of everything that had happened before, of the way he was about to cry, in front of Virgil, after he said that, which must look so—

“Roman?”

A hand was on his cheek, softly turning his face towards Virgil’s, though Roman still refused to meet his eyes.

Virgil cursed to himself under his breath. “Shit, this is exactly what I was trying not to say.” He sighed, and Roman hesitantly looked up at him. “Look. Even if you weren’t creativity, if you weren’t hopes or dreams or any of it—if you were a completely pointless side, which you aren’t, but if you were—I wouldn’t care. What I care about is that you’re... Roman. That you bother me until I sing Disney with you, that when you put your heart into something, you do it to a stupid amount, that you make Thomas take trashy buzzfeed soulmate quizzes when he’s stressed, and that you fucking try so hard for everything, even when I’m being a little bitch about it,” he paused. With the hand on Roman’s cheek, he traced the line of a scar down his jaw. It was one of the ones Roman usually made sure to put an illusion over, he noted offhandedly. “I care, because you’re my best friend.”

“Don’t say that,” Roman choked out. He couldn’t handle it if it was a lie, and part of him couldn’t manage hearing it as anything but exactly that. “Just—just—“

“Oh, Princey..”

Virgil held him as he broke. Roman didn’t know how long they sat like that as he let everything wash over him for a final time, let it all truly sink in at long last. He took heaving, messy sobs, no doubt ruining Virgil’s shirt in the process—he was quiet, though. He shook silently, save a couple choked breaths, in the other’s arms--that was a habit he had taught himself long ago.

When Roman had tired himself out, when all that was left was the pain in chest, (which was also suddenly duller—he was healing fast, even for a side—) he pulled back from the embrace. Virgil didn’t move by much, kept them so their fingers were laced together, as they sat staring at each other.

“Uhm. Thanks,” Roman gave a shaky smile, “You really—uh... I... I said some stupid stuff, huh?”

Virgil hesitated before he spoke, as if he knew he shouldn’t ask this right now, but needed to anyway. “...Roman, why’d you go to the Imagination?”

Roman felt ice stab at his chest upon the question. He didn’t want to do this. They had already talked about so much that he shouldn’t have gotten into; this was meant to be the part where they either parted or watched a stupid movie. And this, out of everything, was the conversation he most needed to avoid.

“Uh—I mean, to let off steam?” Roman gave a laugh as best he could. “Obviously, it didn’t go to plan—“

“Didn’t it?”

Roman’s face fell immediately. He struggled to come up with an answer, and even if he had had one, he didn’t think the sound would come out. This was enough of an answer in itself

“Shit,” Virgil breathed. Roman couldn’t help but be mildly annoyed by his surprise—clearly he had already known, he didn’t have to make it a big deal now.

“I… Princey—Roman…” Virgil looked him up and down, and Roman wanted to curl up and hide. “...how many times?”

“Not many,” Roman mumbled. Virgil must have known he was pushing the subject too far, because he just frowned and said,

“OK. I mean...it’s not OK, obviously, but you already know that, I just—“ he sighed. “Just… can you talk to me? Instead? Please? When you feel like… that.”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” Roman responded hastily, wanting an out from this topic.

Virgil gave him a look. “I’m serious. I mean—look, you don’t even have to talk about it if you don’t want. Just, come to me first, yeah?”

Roman’s face burned; he was embarrassed; he wanted to shrug this whole thing off, or roll his eyes, or maybe scream in annoyance. But the rational part of him knew Virgil was right. “OK,” he agreed softly, “...Thanks. For everything.”

Virgil looked surprised, and then flustered, and then waved off the earnest reply. “I mean, it wasn’t--I didn’t--it’s not like I did anything really--”

“You did.”

Virgil’s face softened. “Yeah, well... you’d’ve done the same for me. You... have done the same for me.”

Roman smiled gently at him. “By the way, Virge--” He hesitated. He was about to sound like a real dumbass if Virgil had only been saying this stuff for comfort’s sake. But making a fool of himself was becoming a theme for him anyway, so he continued, “You’re my best friend too.”

I love you.

In the same beats Roman thought it, Virgil squeezed his hand lightly 3 times. A breath passed between them. An understanding. That Roman couldn’t say it out loud, and Virgil wouldn’t.

Instead, Virgil fell back across the bed, bringing Roman with him in the motion. Roman let out a startled gasp and elbowed him lightly. “Hey! I’m injured, that could have been a fatal impact for me!” he whined.

Virgil snorted. “Yeah, yeah, OK. So, do you wanna watch a stupid movie, or what?”

#lucy.fic #romangst #roman sanders angst #roman hurt/comfort #prinxiety #platonic prinxiety #ts roman #ts virgil #everyone ik reading the title of this fic: ohhh my god we know u like penelope scott we know #‘we know u associate this song w roman we KNOW</3’#roman sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides #also standard statement that im not a writer i just write sometimes pls do not. judge thishehusgs

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teddybasmanov · 3 years ago

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I Know Those Eyes: Prince Pharos and his listener season two

Time for more Pharos angst because I can't keep it inside of me anymore.

Going to tag the two Hollow_VA people (no obligation to interact with the post or anything, obviously): @this-file-has-been-redacted and @asmrtist-brainrot

TW: mentions of death and soul magic (?), nothing is detailed. Spoilers for the second season of Pharos (the Fallen Prince).

Okay, so for the second season I have two options and both of them obviously include the original listener, not because I got jealous or bitter at Hollow for killing them (even though I kind of did get upset), but because I think they have such an interesting and complex story and dynamic with Pharos from the first season that completely abandoning it in favour of a redemption arc with a new love interest sounds unfair.

So version one, almost fluffy, compared to everything else:

The new listener was born without a soul. In their mountain tribe that happens sometimes, but not very often. I'm borrowing the concept from "Pillars of Eternity", but unlike in the game, here it's not seen a tragedy and the soulless person is just left to live their boring life. The community cares for them, but not much - just enough for them to survive. Basically, since they don't have a soul their body is vacant for any other soul to take it (as it was in the game, however, it wasn't that simple, but not the point here).

So, around their late teens they get badly sick - soul or not you can still catch a cold - and when everyone thinks that their end has come, they jolt awake from their fever with an intelligent expression in their eyes for the first time in their life. Somewhere not that far away in a secluded cabin an exiled Emperor falls on his knees in front of the bad where his beloved was just a moment ago suffering from their illness and now is lying completely lifeless.

About a dozen years later they get lost in the mountains, lose consciousness from the cold and wake up in the above-mentioned cabin. At first, everything goes pretty much the same. Then an early winter sunset hits their cheek through the window and Pharos loses what he was saying because it awakens something in him. Something he had deemed long forgotten. And then:

"Haunting is a good way to kill time, time and goats."

"Back in the day, you preferred deer, your imperial majesty."

He looks at their such unfamiliar face but in their such dear eyes.

They remembered him when they saw his eye and heard him speak but wanted to be sure that it was him. Their memory is still fuzzy (and they are still feverish) but they remember the major things. And they definitely remember that he loves them.

And they live happily ever after, let's get to the angst, shall we?

Version two, actually angsty:

For this one the new listener is not important at all - they can freeze to death in the mountains, for all I bloody care.

Basically, the original listener comes back as a ghost to haunt Pharos and here I'm subjecting you to some song lyrics which fit so well, that I can't believe it. (Edmond would be the listener and Mercédès would be Pharos)

[Mercédès]

My God, my heart beats faster!

And my mind is racing

Could it be...?

Could it be that you've come back to life?

I know those eyes, following me

Dark and familiar, and deep as the sea

I know that face, strange though it seems

Younger and kinder, it haunts all my dreams

How can you stand there, a whisper from me?

Yet somehow, be so far away?

In eyes once familiar, a stranger I see

With so many words left to say

[Edmond]

This man is dead, he is no more

He died a little each day

Like a thief, the Château d'If has stolen him away

The mind plays tricks

You are confused

The man you seek is long gone

Dead and cold

A story told, by those he trusted,

those he loved, and those who then...

moved on

[Edmond] [Mercédès]

I am a ghost, just a mirage There in that voice...

Who chases traces of you Traces of you...

[Mercédès]

Dark and familiar, and deep as the sea

[Edmond] [Mercédès]

This man is dead, he is no more I know those eyes...

And though it's torturing me Torturing me

[Both]

Can either of us really ever be free?

How can you stand there a whisper from me...?

When you are still so far away?

And why does the truth seem too hard to be true?

With so much broken...

[Edmond]

And so much damage

[Both]

There are no words

[Edmond]

Left to say...

Do I need to explain anything else? They come back and they both still have feelings for each other, but they've been dead for so long. And they think that he moved on. And he feels like he doesn't know them anymore. He felt it while they were alive too, because of how everything changed when they ran away and he learned the truth and they didn't need to keep the facade in front of him anymore. But they're still so hung up on each other.

Maybe they'll talk it through and yet again live happily ever after just in such an odd form. Or maybe they'd drive him crazy. Again. I don't know.

(The only bit that doesn't seem to fit is about the castle, but if we couple it with my previous headcanon, we might suppose that they think - they died way back when in their prison cell and that's just what was left of them.)

#hollow_va #prince pharos #headcanons #song takes #I'm having thoughts but what's new #Spotify

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evanthenerd83 · 2 years ago

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“Foundation Files: Infection”

United States Foundation of Anomalous Research And Defense

FARD-22073534-001

PROPERTY OF THE FOUNDATION

Do Not Duplicate

Document: R#1619-A

Format(s): Text, Audio

Case File #: 1640-I

Event Designated: Infection

Description: Compilation of media recovered from Site US-1640, formerly known as the John Rossio Xenocommunication Center in Carpenter, Nevada, following Event/1640.

Commentary has been provided by Dr. [DATA EXPUNGED], head of the Event/1640 Investigatory Commission.

A sticky-note found on the desk of junior researcher Jeffrey Boissoneau. It was left undated, with specific words scratched out.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I couldn’t. I couldn’t just destroy the radio. I needed to hear something, anything. And her voice was there.

I had to. I had to. I’m sorry.

Please. God. Forgive me but I had to.”

A scrap of paper found in the stomach of operations manager Lars Vanhooser.

“If you’re reading this, you’ve found my body. Sorry for the mess. I had to make sure. We found out too late. The head and throat must be destroyed. But there was nothing left. Aside from Jensen’s knife. And his shotgun.

I can only hope that I got it right. If my vocal cords are still intact, then I apologize.

You should follow my example.

Leave no receivers be”

The document ends abruptly, as if the author had been interrupted mid-writing.

A text document uploaded to the cloud. Significant corruption had severely hampered recovery efforts, with portions being left unintelligible. It is unclear if this was caused by widespread infection of [DATA REDACTED] or system negligence. The author has not been identified.

“This particular signal is far more complex and intricate than any we have detected before.

Analysis remains irritatingly inconclusive. Progress has barely passed 1%. How long since (unintelligible) first isolated it? Weeks?

(unintelligible) seems to be highly caustic. System keeps breaking down whenever I try restarting. Language parameters are lost. (unintelligible) breakdown of logical thinking and cohesive understanding.

Had Joaquin take a look at (unintelligible) couldn’t believe what he saw on the monitor. Neither could I. The code w(unintelligible).

(unintelligible) radiation masked as a message? Or a message that’s been scrambled into (unintelligible)?”

Text messages sent between project supervisor Michael Ingram and communications officer Jake Houston.

JH, 6:23 AM: Hey?

JH, 6:23 AM: Mike?

MI, 6:23 AM: What is it?

JH, 6:24 AM: I think we need you down here.

JH, 6:25 AM: Something’s coming over the radio.

MI, 6:26 AM: Something?

JH, 6:26 AM: Yeah. Something.

JH, 6:26 AM: Whatever it is, it ain’t a transmission.

JH, 6:26 AM: Definitely not a transmission.

MI, 6:27 AM: What is it then?

JH, 6:27 AM: I don’t know.

JH, 6:27 AM: I really don’t. It doesn’t sound like a burst.

JH, 6:28 AM: Actually it sounds like a person singing.

JH, 6:28 AM: Like a little girl humming. Or a woman. Or something.

MI, 6:28 AM: The hell you mean?

MI, 6:28 AM: Singing?

MI, 6:29 AM: The machine has been adjusted to (inaudible).

MI, 6:29 AM: That frequency is isolated, Jake.

MI, 6:29 AM: We shouldn’t be receiving stray waves from the radio station.

MI, 6:30 AM: Quit screwing around and get back to work.

JH, 6:30 AM: Sir. I really think you should get down here.

JH, 6:30 AM: It’s louder.

JH, 6:30 AM: Louder.

JH, 6:31 AM: Francis just stepped out.

JH, 6:31 AM: Sir please. It’s louder. Amy is covering her ears as we speak. I can hardly hear anything.

JH, 6:31 AM: Please.

JH, 6:31 AM: Please

MI, 6:32 AM: Ok. Ok. I’m coming.

MI, 6:33 AM: Just give me a moment. I’m in a meeting.

A sample of audio recorded by the body camera on equipment specialist Thomas King. Mr. King and an unidentified male were conducting an unscheduled examination. Footage could not be salvaged.

(Begin)

TK: Do you see it?

Unknown: Yeah.

TK: What the hell is it?

Unknown: I don’t know, but I think… we should tell someone.

Unknown: It doesn’t… it doesn’t look right, man.

TK: Like a vein.

TK: Hold this.

(Rustling sounds)

(Distant footsteps)

Unknown: Wait. Where are you—

TK: I’m getting Henry. Stay right there. I’ll be back.

TK: Keep an eye on that… that thing. Ok?

Unknown: Hurry up, man.

Unknown: This just isn’t right.

Unknown: Hey, wait, give me your flashlight!

Unknown: It’s godda—

(Faint whining sound)

(Static disruption)

(END)

A phone call between Henry Jekyll and United States Meteorological Society member Julia Ashcore. Audio was automatically recorded. Metadata would reveal that the following conversion took place around the same time as Thomas King’s inspection of Array Dish Twenty-Nine.

(BEGIN)

(Ringing)

JA: Hello?

HJ: Hey, Julia. It’s Henry.

JA: Henry? Hey!

JA: How are you?

HJ: Oh. Um. I’m fine.

HJ: You?

JA: Everything’s just peachy.

HJ: (chuckles)

HJ: Um… Julia?

JA: Henry?

HJ: Have you guys… um, I’m just calling to check. But has there been lightning in the area?

HJ: Any big thunderstorms?

JA: U-um. I don’t think so. Why do you ask?

HJ: No reason. It’s just that…

HJ: … look. Can you please check?

HJ: This is a time-sensitive situation.

HJ: You understand.

JA: …

JA: Let me see.

JA: Please hold.

HJ: (sighing) I’m sorry.

(Typing sounds)

JA: Nope. Not really. Weather’s been fair. Unbearably hot, of course, and sunny… but fair.

JA: Closest thing to lightning that’s been reported down there was a brief drizzle.

HJ: Oh.

HJ: Ok.

JA: Everything ok?

HJ: Don’t worry, Julia. Just making sure.

JA: Got a reason for making sure?

HJ: One of our dishes got struck by lightning. Or something.

HJ: Something like that. I wasn’t… wasn’t here. I’ve been on vacation for the past… a month or so? Michael filled me in when I got back yesterday.

HJ: The prick.

HJ: Should have called me when it happened.

JA: That’d be basic courtesy.

HJ: Yeah.

HJ: Yeah, I—

(Knocking sounds)

(Creaking sound)

Unknown, Male: Sir?

HJ: What?

HJ: What is it?

Unknown, Male: Sir. It’s… it’s…

HJ: Well?

HJ: What—

Unknown, Male: Something’s happened. Down… (coughing) down by Dish Twenty… Twenty-Nine. Something bad.

HJ: Christ.

JA: Henry? What’s wrong? What’s going on?

HJ: Sorry, Julia. Gotta go. Bye.

(END)

United States Meteorological Society personnel have been quarantined due to concerns over a secondary outbreak.

A note pinned to the chest of a John Doe. Body was discovered near the southern entrance of Array Tower.

“Do not use this exit. Too close to Heaven. God stretches his nerves towards it, and you can get caught. Go North instead.”

Official cause of death was determined to be self-immolation.

A crumpled piece of paper found in the corner of Michael Ingram’s office.

“Do not tell him. Do not tell him. Do not tell him. Do not tell him. Do not tell him. Do not tell him. Do not tell him. Do not tell him. Do not tell him. Do not tell him. Keep it a surprise.”

It can be surmised that this note was written prior to the ‘blossoming’ event.

A sample of audio recorded by one of several security cameras that were present in the Control Tower. Footage could not be salvaged.

(BEGIN)

HJ: What the—

(Muffled screaming, unintelligible shouting)

Unknown, Male: We heard the screams and came running. And then, we—

HJ: What is wrong with him?

(Incoherent rambling)

(Bashing sounds)

Unknown, Male: We… we found him like that.

HJ: Jesus! Do something then!

(Screams intensify)

(Shattering sounds)

(Muffled shouting)

HJ: Quick! Grab him!

(Screaming overtakes rest of audio)

(Static interference overtakes screaming)

(Unidentified sound, akin to a record skipping)

(Unidentified sound, akin to a record being scratched)

(Unidentified sound, akin to gurgling)

(Unidentified sound, TBD)

([DATA REDACTED])

(END)

A sample of audio from the body camera on Thomas King. Said body camera had been critically damaged by multiple factors. These included exposure to heat, flame, as well as [DATA REDACTED] from the ‘blossoming’ event.

Video was salvaged, but subsequently deemed a technomalous hazard.

(BEGIN)

(Intermittent static disruption)

(Crackling sounds)

(Distant alarms)

(Bubbling sounds)

(Gurgling sounds)

(Distant shouting)

(Boiling sounds)

(Tearing sounds)

(Heavy breathing)

FIRE ALARM SYSTEM: (inaudible) evacuation in progress, please (inaudible) an orderly manner. Repeat— (inaudible)

(Unidentified sound, presumably [DATA REDACTED])

(Crackling sounds intensify)

(Audio cuts off)

(END)

An autopsy could not be performed on Thomas King, as [DATA REDACTED] irrecoverable.

A note found in the pocket of junior researcher Klein Harris.

“To think we believed in God. When God was inside all of us.”

A text document uploaded to the cloud. Corruption did not affect its contents. The author has been positively identified as senior researcher Hazel Mickk.

“The signal is being transmitted not from outer space, or from orbit, or even from Carpenter. It isn’t being transmitted, period. I can hear it as I type this.

Most of the Array was destroyed during the fire. A small mercy, given the circumstances. Only Dish Twenty-Nine remains intact.

Intact.

Standing tall.

Standing there.

Standing there with those arms and necks and mouths and the pieces the fire couldn’t get in time and the bits it left behind and the

The signal is not being transmitted.

It is self-propagating.”

A 911 phone call traced to the John Rossio Center. Audio was automatically recorded. However, the dispatch office was exposed to [DATA REDACTED], undergoing a [DATA REDACTED]. This would prevent firefighters from being deployed. The caller remains unidentified.

(BEGIN)

Dispatcher: Nine-one-one, what’s the nature of your emergency?

(Static interruption)

Dispatcher: Hello?

(Faint screaming)

(Faint crackling)

Unknown, Male: (inaudible) you hear me?!

Unknown, Male: (inaudible) can you hear me?!

Dispatcher: Sir, what’s the nature of your emergency?

Unknown, Male: We have a fire! There’s a fire! God (inaudible) she’s burning! Burning alive!

Dispatcher: Where are you?

Unknown, Male: Christ! Oh Christ!

Unknown, Male: She’s burning! Burning! Burning!

Unknown, Male: (inaudible) get some water! Now!

(Faint screaming)

(Faint shouting)

(Crackling sounds intensify)

Dispatcher: Sir, sir, please tell me where you are.

Unknown, Male: (inaudible) care if (inaudible) go get some water now! Can’t you see?

Dispatcher: Sir.

Unknown, Male: I… I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m…

Dispatcher: Where are you?

Unknown, Male: I’m calling… I’m calling from, Christ… I’m calling from John Rossio Center. John Rossio Center.

Unknown, Male: A fire is currently… one of our, um, our array dishes have… um, uh, exploded. I don’t know which. I can’t tell which.

Dispatcher: Sir. What started the fire?

Unknown, Male: Uh—

(Unidentified sound, akin to water boiling)

(Unidentified sound, akin to metal being shredded)

Unknown, Male: Oh Christ, look out—

(Whipping sounds)

(Gurgling sounds)

(Unidentified sound, akin to skin being peeled)

(Unidentified sound, TBD)

(Screaming)

(Call is prematurely terminated)

Dispatcher: Sir?

Dispatcher: Sir, are you there?

([DATA REDACTED])

Dispatcher: What’s that—

(END)

For more information regarding the situation in Carpenter, Nevada, please review Document R#1619-B.

A piece of paper found in a trash bin. Author remains unidentified.

“Jamie was listening to the radio. He was listening to the radio. Can you imagine that? After all that’s happened, the people we’ve lost, having such self assured arrogance as to turn on the radio?

He was sitting on the floor. I could barely see it from behind him. And he was leaning over, fiddling with the buttons.

But I could hear it.

I heard it. It sounded like a little girl humming or a woman singing opera. An opera spoken in a different language, a language that wasn’t a language, a wordless message, a voice-meaning, radio of of of of of of of of

of flesh.

I had to do it. He gave me no choice, the idiot. He would have gotten both of us exposed.

And I’d have been changed too. Taken into Her holy body. Given a place among Her Children. Taken.

Taken taken taken taken taken taken taken taken taken taken taken taken taken taken

I killed him.

I shoved that radio down his throat.

I ate what came back up.

I”

It is possible that [DATA REDACTED].

Graffiti written on the wall of the Staff Cafeteria.

“Earplugs help us.”

A note found on the desk of Michael Ingram.

“I shall listen. I shall listen. I shall open my ears and bask in the heavenly song of Unbirth. I shall swallow the shocking saliva bleeding from Her mouths. I shall take Her into myself, and I will learn, and I will receive the message, the command, Her Gospel, Her, Her, Her, Her. I shall HEED.”

It is currently unknown when Mr. Ingram was initially infected by [DATA REDACTED], or if his affectation occurred following the [DATA REDACTED].

A sample of audio recorded by the body camera on security guard Ellis Parsons. Video could not be salvaged. Inspection reveals inexplicable and potentially hazardous alterations to the device’s metadata.

(BEGIN)

EP: Hurry! Hurry! Come on!

Unknown, Female: Hold on! I got to—

EP: We don’t have the time! It’s coming!

Unknown, Female: But we need the data! Think about it! Nobody will believe us when—

EP: Ma’am. I don’t care if people don’t believe me.

EP: We can’t risk it. Not when we are so close. The exit is right over there, see?

Unknown, Female: It’ll only take a second.

Unknown, Female: I’m almost done. All that’s left is—

(Faint gurgling sounds)

(Squelching sounds)

(Screaming)

EP: Oh my god!

Unknown, Female: (gasping)

(Gurgling sounds)

(Squelching sounds)

(Screaming)

(Unidentified voices, multiple; unintelligible)

Unknown, Female: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, get away, get away! Get away from me! Get—

EP: (inaudible)

(Unidentified sound, akin to crashing wave)

(Muffled gunfire)

Unknown, Female: (screaming)

(Unidentified sound, akin to flesh melting)

(Unidentified sound, akin to water boiling)

(Unidentified sound, TBD)

(Unidentified sounds overtake rest of audio)

(END)

An email written by junior researcher Taylor Jones on his laptop. Due to the nature of [DATA REDACTED], it could not be sent. WiFi signals within the center were affected. The intended recipient was Mr. Jones’ older brother, [NAME WITHHELD].

“TO: [EMAIL ADDRESS WITHHELD]

FROM: [EMAIL ADDRESS WITHHELD]

DATE: December 1, 2022

SUBJECT: SEND HELP

Please send help please send help tell someone that we are under attack I don’t know by what but please tell someone tell someone tell someone please oh god my lapto”

Mr. Jones’ remains were located in his office. An autopsy could not be performed, as they had fused with his laptop.

An excerpt from the diary of Amelia Hanchard. Ms. Hanchard had been Mr. Ingram’s personal secretary prior to Event/1640. The entry was dated November 13, 2022.

“I quit today. I left my desk and walked out, didn’t bother picking up my stuff. I didn’t want to give that bastard the satisfaction.

I’m glad I didn’t go inside his office. The way he was looking at me, I must have been a piece of meat. Just a piece of meat. Maybe I should go to the police.”

Ms. Hanchard could potentially have been present during the initial manifestation of [DATA REDACTED].

A crumpled note found in the pocket of maintenance supervisor Oswald Peters.

“I should have noticed. There were signs that something was wrong with him, and with Dish Twenty-Nine, and yet… No wonder he ordered all inspections to be delayed! Why else would he have blocked my requests to look over (unintelligible) if not to let that sickness take hold? And for weeks. For a whole month, it was settling in, metastasizing, growing. When did it start? November first? The thirteenth? It doesn’t matter. Not anymore.

If you read this, just know that it was partially my fault.”

A text document uploaded to the cloud. Author has been identified as Hazel Mickk. This is the final piece of digital media, textual or otherwise, available for viewing.

“Her voice is louder. It is everywhere. In the air, in my blood, seeping through my skull, brain, nerves, to inseminate cells with purpose. With being. The signal carries the one true gospel. It is the Gospel. I’m trying really hard to not lapse into Her tongue and to retain my sanity, even as She sets my head aflame and whispers and demands and commands commands commands.

I’m back. I just stabbed myself with the pen Michael gave me on my first day here. When was that? Three years ago? I can’t tell what time it is. That or it doesn’t even matter. Because time is nothing but the chains of oppression holding back Her merciful

Another jab. My neck is bleeding. It’s running down my chest and paints my fingers and makes it hard to type because it gets between the keys.

I’ve figured it out. Took me long enough.

Her voice Her Gospel Her MESSA The signal came from somewhere. Somewhere close by. Not a planet or another facility. This wasn’t terrorism. This was an infection. But it came from this place right next to ours, a separate dimension, or the spaces between our measly little home and the ones around that float in

in in in in the void the nothingness that boils and shocks and zigs and zags and contains things that used to exist and things that not yet exist bio electrical impulses without conductors or recently ejected from rotting rotting rotting rotting rotting the Static the Static is what it’s called at least that’s what popped into my bare skull my naked brain the Static is the origin of the signal and that is the source of all electricity and electricity is Her She has always been here with us has been abused by us misused by us by us by us by us by us by us by us by us by us by us by us

One last jabby jab ha ha ha red pretty red pretty red pretty red humming red screaming red red red red red red red red red

lightni”

References towards “the Static” correspond with evidence gathered during various other investigations, most notably the incident in [DATA EXPUNGED].

Graffiti written on the floor before a door.

“WELCOME TO OUR GRAVE.”

Further investigation revealed that the door led to a small office.

Several bodies were observed inside, although proper identification could not be accomplished.

Cause of death is theorized to be self inflicted gunshot wounds.

Words scratched into the wall of the northern staircase.

“Don’t go down. Bodies at the bottom.”

[DATA REDACTED] on the ground floor. Recovery teams could not safely ascend without potentially being infected. Secondary entrances such as windows were used.

Analysis of biological material has matched extraneous DNA fragments to various personnel. This contradicts our initial speculations.

Staff had indeed followed the evacuation order given during the fire, but began panicking. “Crowd crush” occurred. A total of fifty-seven individuals became trapped. Progress of degradation implies close contact with [DATA REDACTED].

A sticky-note found in the pocket of Michael Ingram, whose body was discovered in Conference Room A.

“Heed the Gospel Heed the Gospel Heed the Gospel Heed the Gospel Heed the Gospel Heed the Gospel Heed the Gospel Heed the Gospel Heed the Gospel Heed the Gospel Heed the Gospel Heed the Gospel Heed the Gospel Heed the Gospel Heed the Gospel Heed the Gospel Heed the Gospel Heed the Gospel Heed the Gospel Heed the Gospel Heed the Gospel Heed the Gospel Heed the Gospel Heed the Gospel Heed the Gospel Heed the Gospel Heed the Gospel Heed the Gospel Heed the Gospel Heed the”

An autopsy was determined to be unnecessary.

#evanthenerd83's storytime #foundation files #june 2022 #short story #sci fi & fantasy #weird fiction #epistolary #creative writing #original writing #the midnight verse #creepy stories #body horror

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kikiwhataboutthatbrendon · 3 years ago

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So I was at the beach with my cousin last week and as everyone knows, that's when MCC happened. I went to watch Phil's vod and seeing how much she enjoyed Wilbur’s pov live, I asked her if she wanted to join. She said yes.

Throughout the entire stream she was BadBoyHalo languaging me. She did it so often I asked her if she'd heard of him before. She said no. I then explained what he does when people curse on his stream and she excitedly exclaimed, "Hey, that's what I do! I do that!"

There's a lot of stuff she said so it's under the cut, enjoy!

And now, conversations I had with my cousin during Phil's vod.

"I'm gonna watch Phil's stream, wanna watch?"

"I know him! That's the old one!"

"Phil's thirty-two."

"No he's not… no he's not. There's now way. He has to be in his forties."

"I'll google him right now!"

One google search later.

"HA HE'S THIRTY-THREE!"

"THAT'S STILL NOT OLD-"

"How old is the Tommy guy?"

"He's seventeen."

She pulls a constipated face.

"He doesn't sound seventeen, he sounds fourteen."

After hearing Connor talk, I told her who it was so she'd know who was speaking.

"That's Connor."

"I've never heard him until now."

"The names of the people on this team are Phil, Tommy, Fundy, and Connor."

"Three of those are names."

After Phil kills Sparklez in Battle Box and his (Captain Sparklez's) name pops up.

"I know that one! I know that one!"

After I see Jack in chat I excitedly exclaim, 'Jack Manifold!' This was a lapse in judgement.

"Oh, Jack Manifold!"

"That sure is a name."

"That's his legal name!"

"That's not a real name."

"His legal name is Jack Manifold…"

"Jack is a name, Jack is fine, but Manifold???"

"Do you know what a Manifold is?"

"No."

"It's a piece of technology."

"OH SO MY NAME IS [REDACTED] IPAD, [REDACTED] IPAD!!!"

I was telling her about the cc's real names because of what happened with Jack.

"Tommy's name is Thomas Simons."

Insert the most evil lenny face you could imagine.

"Hehe Thomas. Thomas… Thomas the train."

"Because these people have no significance to me it's funny to watch you get sad when they lose."

"My favorite streamer that plays in this is Technoblade."

Dead silence.

"Technological sword. USB knife. Ipad-"

"FUCK YOU-"

"LANGUAGE-"

Got to talking about the SBI's heights. Another lapse in judgement.

"Ranboo is 6'7, actually."

My man whips around so fast her neck cracked.

"HE'S SIX SEVEN???"

I nod.

"HE COULD BE OUT HERE, DOING THE SPORTS THING…"

"He played volleyball."

A few moments of silence.

"Okay buddy."

"Why is Tommy giving them a pep talk?"

"They're live in front of hundreds of thousands of viewers."

"Why are so many people watching a block game? The Olympics is on upstairs."

Talking about Phil, she's gotten a good look at him.

"He looks like a dad."

All of these are real quotes taken from my cousin. She has no idea why any of us are so invested but happy we're having a good time. Looking forward to the next MCC so I can get more quotes from her. Have a good evening!

#philza #philza minecraft #tommyinnit #connoreatspants #fundy #ranboo #jack manifold #captain sparklez #technoblade #mcc #bread cousin #bread bits #you guys only got the half of it

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thefierboys · 3 years ago

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Meet The Boys (And Ruby)

1666 - (The) Pastor Cyrus Miller

Weapon of Choice: Hook

A man of GOD, not seen often, most likely to avoid the others and keep to himself. Cyrus still can be seen spending his time praying or in deep thought.

Gets Along Best With: The Grifter Resents: The Goode Family

1904 - The Grifter (Isaac Milton)

Weapon of Choice: Hands

Quiet, strong, and the most responsible of the group. Isaac is the one who can get the job done and will not play around when doing what he needs to do.

Gets Along Best With: The Pastor, Billy, Ruby, Tommy, Ryan Resents: The Milkman (Harry Rooker)

1922 - William “Billy” Barker

Weapon of Choice: Baseball Bat

Billy still just wants to play and is most likely to stand off to the side while he tries to decide if he can take you or not. Will gladly play pranks but most likely to be encouraged by his elders into doing good or getting into trouble.

Gets Along Best With: The Grifter, Harry, Ruby, Tommy, Ryan Resents: The Goode Family

1935 - Humpty Dumpty Killer (Ed Carson)

Weapon of Choice: [REDACTED]

A mysterious player has entered the ring! Ed has a habit of taking things apart and putting them back together again. Rarely seen but he’ll leave treasures for you to find so you know he’s been there.

Gets Along Best With: [REDACTED] Resents: [REDACTED]

1950-53 - The Milkman (Harry Rooker)

Weapon of Choice: Switchblade

Perverted, sickening, depraved, and desolate. Harry loves tricks and being the madman of the group. He will lick things to claim them and make crude commentary. The others merely tolerate him.

Gets Along Best With: Billy Barker and Simon Kalivoda Resents: N/A

1965 - Ruby Lane

Weapon of Choice: Straight Razor

Sweet and smiling, Ruby will stand off by herself and loves to hear different kinds of music. She’s not required to parent the group, so she won’t. She’s more eager to see how the world has changed since she’s been gone.

Gets Along Best With: Tommy and Ryan Resents: The Goode Family

1978 - Camp Nightwing Killer (Thomas “Tommy” Slater)

Weapon of Choice: Axe

Tommy has managed to regain some of his past self and sometimes will just suffer for a moment to make up for what he was made to do. He’s a bit of a hothead now, but has moments of softness. He does his best and if left alone too long he will be found grieving the life he never got to have.

Gets Along Best With: The Grifter, Billy, Ruby, and Ryan Resents: Nick Goode

1994 - Skullmask (Ryan Torres)

Weapon of Choice: Knife

Wearing the mask gives him the feeling of confidence, Ryan is still very confused at everything that happened and doesn’t understand how it could have come to be. He was one of the last to regain himself and now is just trying to find his place in the world as a new person who is now feared by so many.

Gets Along Best With: The Grifter, Ruby, and Tommy Resents: None, though Harry makes him nervous

#meet the boys (and Ruby)#thefierboys #fierboys information

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remuseatsdeodorant · 5 years ago

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Some platonic Remus+Logan stuff

Works for Light and Dark Logan tbh

And some general “Remus being Remus” warnings if just having his name in the title isn’t enough of a warning.

Remus helps Logan deal with his frustrations at being ignored.

Remus sympathises with the pain, and also doesnt have to worry about actually hurting Logan.

Logan likes being able to vent and, even though he’s constantly being maimed (and probably doing some maiming himself), gets to learn more about Remus and the Creativity Split.

Not gonna lie, their “talks” are moreso yelling while beating the shit out of eachother and I think thats very fitting of them both.

There’s always this soft genuine heartfelt moment of the two laying on the floor of Remus’ room before the mind palace works its weird healing magic.

Remus, out of all the sides, has seen Logan express his full emotions, and Logan has A LOT of them.

They have agreed to not speak of their mock-therapy sessions to anyone, cause then Patton will find out and they’ll get so many lectures about sharing your feelings from “the hypocrite” Logan said that, dont tell Patton.

When Logan gets really fed up he’ll just kick in Remus’ door. Thanks to Remus being a half of creativity, it’ll usually fly and hit him and Remus LOVES IT.

Janus cant figure out why he keeps hearing Logan scream and kick something, but hasn’t tried to investigate.... Yet.

Remus can legitimately get Logan to laugh. Usually from really stupid statements.

Remus says the stupidest things on purpose cause he likes seeing Logan smiling and happy.

Remus knows a surprising amount of biology, so he and Logan will just ramble about random Weird Human Things(tm)

Dark!Lo specific: Dark!Logan will scientifically correct Remus’ intrusive thoughts, suggest more efficient ways of performing the tasks, and how to get away with heavier crimes.

These two are far too strong when working 100% together

Logan once asked, in pure curiosity, what Remus would look like without the mustache. Remus immediately got rid of it and though Logan was weirdly horrified, he still took notes... And a picture. He’ll compare it to Roman and other sides later.

They thirst for Janus together. Logan only tried to deny his attraction for a minute cause Remus kept talking about [redacted] and broke Logan because of it.

Logan has learned that sharpening weapons to perfection is very calming

Logan is really the only side that will willingly just hang in Remus’ room. He finds it’s complete chaos interesting and is always trying to find patterns. Mostly because Romans room has (story beat) patterns to what it makes, so its possible Remus’ can too.

Remus becomes the only side allowed to just burst into Logans room and grab him.

When and if Remus gets properly accepted, Logan is likely the only side who is completely on board, knowing it could improve Thomas mental health and work, and cause he just really likes Remus.

They learn how to inslult Roman in different languages together

Remus focusses on becoming fluent in Pig latin, so much so that Thomas randomly says words in pig latin while home alone and talking to himself.

Logan rolls his eyes, but thinks its pretty entertaining.

These two will huddle up* and watch gruesome horror movies together while commenting on the unrealistic deaths/gore for whole nights. Patton is scared to leave his room and Virgil keeps yelling at them, but they wont stop.

*By Huddle up I mean Logan sits down and Remus crawls all over him like a feral gremlin until Logan can pull a blanket over him

Logan gives Remus dicipline slaps when he starts gettin to Thomas too much for Lo’s comfort

Logan has whole notebooks of diagrams/notes on how Remus’ tentacles and his room work.

Remus has tried to tell him that “they just do” but Logan wont accept that as an answer so he keeps studying.

Remus will say complete nonsense and Logan will answer as if he said english. Like people talking to their pets, Logan has no idea what Remus is saying (usually) but just makes up a conversation.

It’s usually about astronomy in Logans head.

Remus has started thinking of specific planets or starts to see if Logan will hop to the one he’s thinking of. (He hopes Logan is psychic and is trying to test it)

Remus has a copy of Logans puppet and just makes Logan say the stupidest things he can think of and it CRACKS LOGAN UP. (He has a near perfect, but very sarcastic, Logan impression)

Remus just drops from Logans ceiling while he’s studying, inevitably breaking a pen all over the paper and it doesnt even make Logan mad

Virgil saw this once and is still convinced that was Janus and not actually Logan.

Patton tries to support this new friendship, but he’s just too scared of Remus. Logan understands, but wishes Patton would try just a bit harder.

#sanders sides #logan sanders #remus sanders #Janus Sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #thomas sanders #darkside!logan #Logan/Remus #intrulogical #Technically I guess?#can be read as romantic or qpr if ya want #Im a sucker for Logan and Remus friendship so take this #It kinda feels like unsimp Patton but I didnt mean for that so im not gonna tag it #deodortalks #ask to tag I guess?

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bothcreativitybois · 4 years ago

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(reposted because I posted on wrong account)

As for my other gift for the @sanderssidesgiftxchange this one is for @snekky-boi and actually my first fic I’ve ever posted.

SANDERS SECURITY

“Clearance?” A gruff security guard in a suit asked the person in front of him. They pulled out a card and handed it to the guard. In the picture the mysterious person was wearing the same dark suit and shirt with an orange tie. Slight stubble spread across their face which was thicker now. Next to the picture was his identity.

Joan [REDACTED]

Head Representative of Sanders Security

Joan looked through their car window and slipped his sunglasses down slightly to stare at the guard.

“We have a problem?” They said smoothly. They were an important person and did not have time for these delays. The guard hurriedly handed back the card, scared of the person who owned it.

“None at all.” The guard hit a button and the gates ahead opened. “Go on through, sir.”

“Don’t call me that.” Joan responded, not looking at the guard.

“Ah… sorry. What should I call you?” The guard was terrified. He’d heard of this person a lot. A mysterious person in an orange tie working for a security company whose guards were never seen, but they still managed to be one of the best in the world. Worse, no one knows how to contact them. They just show up.

“Nothing, I wasn’t here.” The car drove away. Suddenly the guard couldn’t remember who was in it. But it was too late to stop it.

Joan pulled up to the door of the large mansion. They stepped out and adjusted their suit. They had a large metal briefcase with them. A frantic secretary ran up as they locked their car.

“Exactly on time.” The lady said.

“Always am.” Joan started walking towards the doors of the house. The secretary rushed to follow.

“I am--”

“I don’t care.” Joan waved off the lady. She opened the door for them and they entered a large room with ornate staircases and beautiful tiles. A large glass chandelier hung above them and security guards in suits stood at random points around the place. Joan took off their sunglasses.

“Let me take you to--” The secretary tried again but didn’t get anywhere.

“No need.” Joan said as they tucked the sunglasses into their suit pocket. “I know what I’m doing.” Joan strode away with that. They made their way up the steps and entered the first door they went up to without so much as knocking. Inside, a man sat at a large wooden desk with bookshelves lining the wall behind him. The man's neat brown hair matched the colour of the desk. He stood as he saw the door opening, pressing down his dark blue suit.

“Ah Joan.” The man greeted. “I trust Doris showed you up.”

“No, I don’t need a babysitter.” Joan strode forward and stood in front of the desk.

“Well… take a seat.” The man sat back down in his chair. Joan continued to stand and placed his briefcase on the desk.

“No. I won’t be here long, Thomas.” Joan stated numbly. Thomas just stared in awe of the person in front of him. He was contacted yesterday saying that a representative from a company he’d only heard whispers of would be visiting him. And lo and behold here they were, right on time. He didn’t know why but they were.

“Well then…” Thomas was lost as to how to navigate this situation. “...let’s start.”

Joan clicked open their suitcase.

“Sir, someone wants you gone and we’re here to make sure that doesn’t happen.” Joan began.

“I already have plenty of guards; I don’t see how yours would do anything that they can’t.” Thomas interrupted. Joan smirked.

“You’re an important man with money in many places. Surely you have access to the files saying why our team could take down a hundred of yours.” Joan took out a few files. They expected a response from Thomas but he only shrugged. Joan put the files back down. “Our team isn't just men, sir. They’re more than that. We have collected them from instances all over the world and trained them to be more. They’re living government funded weapons. They have abilities you only see in movies and comics. These are living superheroes, and we have them at our disposal… and now yours too.” Joan explained. Thomas laughed. He was convinced he had let a crazy person into his house.

“You have superheroes?” He teased. “Is it expensive buying so much spandex for all the outfits?” Thomas continued to laugh but Joan just stood patiently. Joan picked up a file and dropped it in front of the laughing man. Photos of security footage fell out. Thomas stopped laughing.

“These are of them training. It isn’t edited.” Joan let him know. Thomas picked up the pictures and looked at them closely. Men in dark clothes fought with all kinds of methods. Weapons he’d never seen, blurry flashes of light, things he didn’t even know. He looked up at the person giving him this presentation. “Shall I continue?” Joan asked.

“Yes. Of course.” Thomas replied dumbly. He suddenly knew why this company was such a mystery.

“Each member of our team lives at our facility. They train for nine hours a day, are provided with nutritional meals and top healthcare, and are completely obedient to every command. They’ve trained as a team for years now and even without their, as we call ‘extravagant abilities’, would be able to protect you better than any other team you’ll find.” Joan picked up some more files from the briefcase. “But thankfully they do have these abilities, which makes them all the more better.”

“You officially have my interest. Tell me what they can do.” Thomas asserted. Joan threw a file in front of him on top of the first.. Thomas opened it. There was a portrait of a young boy, he had long blonde hair pulled back into a messy bun. One of his eyes was green and the other was brown, but most noticeably he had dark green scales running down the left half of his face. He was smiling slightly allowing a small fang to be seen.

“Janus, 19. Codename: Deceit. One of our first. He was trained to fight from the moment he could stand. We picked him up after he was born with those things all over him. We call them ‘shifter scales’, he has them all over his body and they allow him to completely change his appearance. He can be a different person or blend into a background. He can even change his hair but we haven’t worked out the why on that one yet. Only thing he can’t change is his eyes and teeth. This bitch also has a silver tongue like you wouldn’t believe; can talk his way to anything and if that doesn’t work he lies his way in.” Joan explains as Thomas shifts through the pictures. There's a few showing the scales and others are of him fighting. In one of the pictures he has scales on his back raised like a scared cat does with it’s fur.

“Sounds troublesome…” Thomas remarks.

“Not when he is as loyal as we’ve trained him to be.” Joan responds. They throw down another file. Thomas opens it. The portrait has a pale woman with thin eyes, she smiles widely for the camera and dimples can be seen on her cheeks. Her shoulders look broad, she looks much bigger than Janus and probably older too. Her hair is cut short and neat.

“Patton, 36. Codename: Puffball. After we discovered her she turned herself to us willingly, she said she was tired of everyone worrying about keeping her secret. She was living as a single mother with a son now in the custody of his father. She has extreme strength, we have seen her throw a car like it's a basketball. She’s extremely fit, we’re yet to find her limit. She also has an above average pain tolerance and takes a bullet without flinching, she also tends to completely heal from anything within a day. Patton worked as a paramedic before she came to us so she has a good medical knowledge. She’s a full on tank, she can take any hit and will return one much worse.”

“Reminds me of my mother.” Thomas laughed slightly.

“She has taken up a maternal role for the team. She’s quite a happy person. A delight to be around really.” Joan’s tough facade didn’t break. Thomas sifted through the pictures, most being of Patton lifting heavy objects or piles of weights. She was smiling in all of them. Joan dropped another file then took more from their briefcase. There were two portraits inside, two men who looked identical. Thomas wasn’t sure if it was just the same man twice but they were labeled with different names. Their skin was a similar colour to terracotta, their curly hair was warm chocolate colour and they both had hazy green eyes. Their features were very sharp.

“The twins, Roman and Remus, 22. Codenames: Prince and Duke.”

“How do you tell them apart?” Thomas asked. He barely could and each picture marked which one was which. Joan laughed hollowly.

“You don’t. They kept getting expelled from schools for bringing weapons but the parents insisted they had none and each time the house was searched it was proved they didn’t. Turns out the twins were summoning the weapons. We got them before anyone else figured this out. We’ve trained them since they were kids. They seem to be able to summon any non explosive weapons from any time period and master it within a matter of days. Ever watched someone take out an attacker with a rifle with a trident? It’s a sight to behold. Remus tends towards bigger and blunter weapons while Roman preferes something more elegant and quick. They also seem to have a telepathic link but we’re unsure if they can extend this to other people.”

“Can they summon guns for my team?” Thomas asked. Joan rolled his eyes, he got this question every time.

“They can’t summon guns or other explosives. Even if they could they can only summon the weapon and not ammunition. We know this from them using things like bows and slingshots.” Joan explained. The pictures on the desk were all of the boys fighting each other with various weapons. Joan threw down another file.

“How many are there?” Thomas exclaimed. Joan stayed quiet. The portrait in the new file was a man with a stern expression. Thomas could see a tattoo etched into the pink skin, the ink just poking out of the edge of the man's shirt. His blue eyes were framed by round black wire glasses.

“Logan, 32. Codename: Teach. Logan was a uni student who was living alone. He dropped out of classes suddenly after he developed some kind of power. He went to the hospital to get a brain scan to check he wasn’t mentally ill and that’s when we scooped him up. He’s extremely smart and can remember anything he reads but that isn’t his extravagant ability. He controls energy in all its forms. The list of things he can do with it is too long. He’s also taken the unofficial spot of team strategist due to him being the smartest of the group. He’s very closed about what he did before he came to us and his emotions in general but he threw himself into training when he got here. He even helped train the younger ones when they were kids.”

“Why aren’t there pictures of him fighting?” Thomas shifted through many pictures of Logan, none of which he was using his powers in.

“Due to the amount and various kinds of energy he puts out when fighting, pictures tend to get pretty messed up.” Joan pointed to an earlier picture where all that’s visible is a blurry silhouette with a bright light. “That’s the best we got.”

“Doesn't seem like a useless side effect.” Thomas laughed.

“And finally.” Joan announced as he dropped the last file. The portrait was another young man. He had dark skin and darker hair. His eyes were large and sad. He looked expressionless into the camera. “Virgil, 19. Codename: Stormcloud. As a kid he was locked up in a psychiatric hospital because everyone in his life kept being poisoned and dying. Turns out he can actually produce poisonus gasses down to the pure elemental level. Mixes them in his lungs and breathes them out. He can control concentration and kind. Some are purely toxic and others are things like anaesthetics or drugs. He’s also immune to all poisons and drugs because of this. Kid had a rough life and you can see it in the way he fights, he’s like a machine.” The pictures of this kid fighting were insane. Each one he looked like he was about to rip out someone's throat with his teeth. Thomas leaned back in his chair. He made a deep exhale as he processed everything he just learned.

“Your team is more than impressive but there is the matter of price. I’m guessing a team like this would not be cheap.” Joan gathered the files as he began to speak.

“Like I said earlier Thomas, we’re government funded. You don’t pay anything. We show up, protect you until we can get rid of the threat then leave.” Joan explained. Thomas quirked an eyebrow. Nothing in his life was free, there was something.

“Really? Nothing?” Thomas questioned suspiciously. Joan neatly placed the files in his case.

“Well not nothing. You see this team is powerful and it needs to be kept secret. So we do need you to keep us secret, or else.” Joan closed the briefcase with a bang, punctuating his point perfectly.

“Alright. Once I meet the team I’ll look at the contract and get back to you.” Thomas spoke with his heart in his throat. These people were able to kill him without any effort, he would do whatever they wanted. Joan laughed.

“You misunderstand. This wasn’t a sales pitch.” Joan lifted the briefcase off the desk. “I’m letting you know that they’ll be arriving today.”

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Body Camera Footage Shows Police Anger at Secret Service after Trump Assassination Attempt

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Body Camera Footage Shows Police Anger at Secret Service after Trump Assassination Attempt

When another officer asked who he told that to, he responded: “the Secret Service.”

Trump was struck in the ear but avoided serious injury. One spectator was killed and two others were injured.

A Secret Service spokesperson said Friday the agency is reviewing the body camera footage.

The acting Secret Service director has said local law enforcement did not alert his agency before the shooting that an armed person had been spotted on a nearby roof.

“I hear you bro,” the officer responds. “But for now, I mean, he’s the only one.”

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Lauer reported from Philadelphia

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