#opd fanfic

[factorialsotherfandoms]

Hiii ficlet thing!

Erin Parker

Beautiful

Have fun o/ <3

I don't think this is quite what you meant by beautiful but I trust that you trust me... Just about ^^

When Erin was a little girl, her father would sometimes take her out in the evenings. They would drive an hour or two beyond the city limits, park up on the roadside, and sit on the bonnet of the car. Always the same road - never a busy one - and always with a flask of hot chocolate.

In the summer they would watch the sunset, but it is winters that Erin loved most - bundled up, sat or lying high above the floor, and watching the stars.

"Your mom loved the stars," he would tell her. "Before we were married, we used to come out here and watch them together. You see that one, there?"

She always could, and her dad would tell her something about it; a story from the constellation, a weird quirk of science her mother had first told him, his favourite, her mother's favourite, anything he could think of. Again and again, not every night, but with a seemingly endless supply of celestial trivia.

Her father is gone, now, and there are different stars here. Erin's grandparents do not have the same stories, or facts, or the same history with the sky. They work in different impossibilities and techniques and esoteric knowledge. Erin learns those, too, from her grandmother, about a whole other world of fear and pain and darkness.

It is hard, ugly work; Erin was already used to calloused fingers and chemical burns, but the blood and the horror and the destruction took time.

And the stars are not the same as the stars in Florida, but they are there all the same. In bandages, in blood, missing her father, missing herself…

Erin cannot get out of the city so easily these days, but the can scramble up and onto her grandparent's roof.

"Hello," she greets the cousins of her father's closest friends. "I'm here again. Do you want to hear a story about your northern neighbours? Of course you do."

And Erin doesn't tell the stars her pain, her sadness, her fear. Instead she tells them stories, passed on from her father's tongue.

Stories of constellations,

of science

of little secrets

of a family who will never all be able to speak to one another, but whose love has always been in the beauty of the stars.

[wangxianficfinder]

Hello, not sure if this has been asked before or if this is the right place to ask, but do you have recommendations for which ebook reader apps are best for downloading and organising fics? It will be best if I can sort and save fics into different categories, and is there is some form of cloud storage/sync available. I use an android device and download fics in epub format. Thank you for your help!

Hello! I probably won't be most helpful with this but for the few fanfics stored in my phone I use eBoox app. You can sort your epubs into shelves in it. But I rarely use it for reading fanfics haha

~Mod L

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dottie-wan-kenobi: Calibre might have an android app, I use it with my computer and (i)phone and it’s very nice 🙏

gentil-minou: I use moonreader! You can add custom categories and ao3 fic summaries/tagging also show up in the systems summaries by default. There's also a lot of customization. It's been so long since I used the free version but i remember it being good too!

latitudeoctopus: I use readera which you can even put things in collections or seires add reviews and tag if you've read them etc.

the-sleepy-archivist: I use PocketBook (on iOS but it has an Android version). If you use Calibre + FanFicFare to back up fics on your computer or to Dropbox, it can access Calibre’s OPDS catalog too, so you can browse your whole library without having to download all of it to your phone at once first. PocketBook supports audiobooks too if you download podfics

mreisse: Another vote for calibre on PC and Moon+ Reader Pro on android phone. You can sync to an online directory and the calibre extensions (epub merge and I forget the fanfic downloader extension that makes anthologies AND auto updates your epubs when you trigger the update) where was I? Oh yes, Calibre for a full on library on your PC (with tagging, collections, virtual libraries and syncing, even a portable version you install on a USB) and Moon+ Reader Pro on Android /PS even without the Calibre managed library, I have 534 epubs downloaded from ao3 in my phone, arranged in folders. For the record only 30% is Wangxian fic ahahahahaha

[koterkot]

explain the entirety of pluto lore in one comprehensive tumblr post. GO!!!!!!

ok so first of all fuck you Second of all- Pluto is a gieeg oc of mine, here's a old reference sheet i made for them in ms paint because that is somehow my main art program:

(tw: comedical usage of the f slur. i'm sorry gay people.)

[* Due to the gieeg mothership that Pluto has lived in for most of his life having like, weird time dilating shit, a gieeg year is roughly 5 human years. (HIS ASS IS 80 YEARS OLD DURING MOTHER 1!!!! HI GRANDPA!!!!!) ? I just picked random numbers and that's now his birthday in the gieeg calendar that has like 50 days and 50 months lma-]

SSOOO COUGH COUGH IGNORE THE SHITTY ART I SWEAR THAT I HAVE IMPROVED ANYWHOS- Pluto's story is simple, he was born in the mothership with two disorders, being them SPD (Selfharming Psionic Disorder) and OPD (Overwhelming Psionic Disorder) together with the bonus addition of The Tism. Raised in the Mothership of their species, their mother Eris is one of Giegue's strongest troops, and is mostly absent from Pluto's life as she is too busy beating the shit out of alien scum on other planets that Giegue plans to conquer.

[credits to thealmightyven for cooking this shit up, this was her first drawing and ofc the first thing she does is ask pluto if he's a queer] COUGH COUGH WHEEZE AAND THEN THERE'S CERES!!! HIS DAD!!!

(AALSO OLD ART AND STUPID SKETCH BLEUGH) he works for marketing giegue as like this super cool warlord when in reality he's just a traumatized teenager that got weaponized because he's really fucking strong and stuff OH!! OHH!!! SPEAKING OF GIEGUE!!! wait no nevermind we need to touch on pluto's childhood first uhhh uhhh Pluto basically got bullied a LOT as a kid. Last one to get picked for everything, always made fun of due to their lack of tail and inability to use PSI without physically and mentally straining themselves. Sooo... What did Pluto do??? Shut himself away from the outside world, watch their dad's massive collection of holotapes full of movies and tv shows and cartoons and shit

[ANOTHER OLD ASS DOODLE RRAGGGH!!!!] AND LIKE!! THEY LIVED BY THEMSELVES AND THEIR DAD FOR A VERY LONG TIME!!! Until... BBOOM!!! A good while after Pluto's 16th birthday, and 2 days after their last check up on their psionitrist, (doctor specialized in psionics and shit) THE FEDS PULL UP AT CERES' DOOR!!! AND THEY CALL FOR!!! PLUTO!!!

ok so cutting a long story short pluto has like a FUCK ton of psi, and like, the same level as giegue's, soo he basically is supposed to get drafted into their army but unfortunately he has SPD in which has no distinct treatment, sooo their best solution to fix up pluto was to SEND HIM TO THE BIG BOSS!!! GIGAGAS!!!

resuming a entire fanfic's worth of gay tension they eventually come to one conclusion

AAND NOW PLUTO HAS HIS FIRST FRIEND!! EVER!!! using the insane confidence boost of being the Commander of All Gieegkind's best friend (secretly boyfriend), Pluto goes from "loser dork town mayor" to "COOLEST GUY IN TOWN!!! YEAH!!!"

this helps pluto form a few friendships, and by a few i mean like 6 people (probably more than you have anon. HAHA!!) this relationship with giegue though, lasts for only 2 years before it is permanently ruined by giegue's first invasion onto earth. and his loss. i'll touch more on that later on my SECOND POST!!! (YES!!! THERE WILL BE PLURAL POSTS!!) that'll cover what happens to pluto after the events of mother 1 and during mother 2 and stuff BUH BYE!!

[no-wings-no-angel]

FIXADO!!!

Para a conveniência dos meus compatriotas do mobile! Tudinho linkado depois do corte! E guia de tags!!

Aqui temos coisas de Ordem Paranormal, mas também toda a palhaçada de um blog pessoal.

GUIA DE TAGS

aop; opi; osnf; opd; opc; osni; sdol; opq -> Ordem Paranormal (tags principal de tudo e tags separadas por campanha)

tvc -> The Vampire Chronicles de Anne Rice, nessa tag tem rb de text posts só dos livros, mas as fanarts incluem a série.

amc iwtv -> Série do Entrevista com o Vampiro, memes, fanart e texposts só da série

minhas fics -> minhas fanfics, sou uma grande fanfiqueira

vamp posting -> vampirism gallore, vampiros vampiros vampiros eu amo vampiros

ORDEM PARANORMAL (textos, fics, a coisa toda)

(sem) motivo para pânico (absolutamente nenhum) [ONE-SHOT XANZO] [AO3] ENGLISH VERSION AVAILABLE HERE

O lugar mais quente, mais confortável e mais seguro do mundo [ONE-SHOT KAITHUR] [AO3]

[mirtifero]

Eu podia falar muito da minha época de AOP especialmente porque foi no final de 2021 e esse foi o meu período transitório quanto aos meus interesses e eu em geral aksjqkwj

Tipo eu hoje em dia não tenho paciência pra assistir AOP, mas na época eu tinha ESPECIFICAMENTE porque eu tinha ACABADO de (forçadamente por mim mesmo) sair do meu hiperfoco em m*yt então eu tava acostumado a ficar com lives de plano de fundo. E eu tava na aula online ainda então eu ficava com os vods de plano de fundo KKKKK

Aí quando OPD acabou eu acabei perdendo o hype porque ehh eu não tenho energia pra isso akakakak

Mas fun fact! Eu não gostava muito de fanfic antes do fandom de AOP. É culpa de eu ter lido uma fic no twitter "ironicamente" pela "piada" de "hahaha lendo fanfic". Nunca mais fui o mesmo. Aquela porra de fanfic foi meu novo hiperfoco dentro do meu hiperfoco eu tava surtando.

[gothkaiser]

✐ o príncipe e o pesqueiro ; olivier + milo

arte: @marsealnz

[moodmusicmonday]

Hit play, and bookmark these FABULOUS upcoming stories! Big thank you to our writers for sharing their music inspos! 💜

@arosentinel

“Bottom of the River” - Delta Rae; Running From The Waters (TRR; Liam x MC)

“Happier Than Ever” - Billie Eilish; Happier Than Ever (TRR; Liam F!OC; F!OC x F!OC)

@ao719

“Walk Through the Fire” - Zayde Wølf ft. Ruelle; The Duchess, Ch 13: Walk Through the Fire (TRR; Liam x F!OC)

@karahalloway

“That’s the Kind of Love I’m In” - Jace Everett; (Less Than) Noble Intentions, Bonus Chapter: Drive [TRR; Drake x OC (Harper Gale)]

@kat-tia801

“Mayday” - Wild Rivers; Mayday [TRR; Drake Walker x MC (Alaina Gold)]

“Them Dirty Bones” - Mike Waters; Undeniable, Part 1: I’ll Stay Settled Here, I’m Certain (TRR; M!OC x F!OC; Drake Walker x MC; Liam Rys x F!OC)

“How to Be Yours” - Chris Renzema; How to Be Yours (OPH; Ethan Ramsey x F!OC)

@socalwriterbee

“Mercy” - Brett Young; TBD [OPD; Ethan Ramsey x MC (Tessa Martinez)]

“Hawai” - Maluma; TBD [TNA; Sam Dalton x MC (Marie Castro)]

@txemrn

Pour Two Glasses, Ch. 2: "One Breath Apart" (TRR; Liam x MC, Drake x MC)

Series Inspo: "Pour Two Glasses" - The Movielife

Chapter Inspo: "Speak to Me" - Amy Lee

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[cyanoscarlet]

number 11? maybe even 16? for the ask game :)

Thanks for the ask!

11. If I’m showing off just one of your pieces to someone, which one should it be?

Goodness, I'm torn on this one!

I'll go with take heart, for now. It was basically another attempt at "mortal falls in love with a god" (previously done with "on nights such as these" for YOI), but better executed. I was also able to use a lot of the symbolisms and parallels well for this story, so color me proud!

16. 3 favorite comments ever received on fanfic?

I'm literally scrolling through my AO3 inbox for this and crying, WHY YOU DO THIS TO ME, I CAN'T CHOOSE WTF

@eternal-aegis spoils me a lot on this front uwu, and I swear I am forever grateful for this. She described my Ron Kamonohashi fic (sugar-free) to have a certain "muted spice", and this changed my whole viewpoint on writing NSFW in general. Back then I was really frustrated at not knowing how to write smut, but now I'm happier with my brand of NSFW because of this comment. (That's Heat Levels 1-2 for you RomanceClass peeps, with lots of small throwaway lines and sexy fade-to-blacks. Hehe.)

EK/ekmisao's comments on my stuff are also sweetest. This one from my SKK fic exchange fic (oneiric moments) literally had me crying after OPD because I was absolutely exhausted then, and to be told that I and what I did mattered (the doctoring, as well as the writing) helped me get through 2020 and much of 2021. Yes, I am indeed sentimental.

Kris/Ashbear's reviews on my Where I Belong fics really meant a lot to me, not just for sentimental value. (This one's for Time-Telling, my main entry.) These were back in 2012 when I was still only starting out writing fanfiction, so having one of the good writers in the fandom write reviews several paragraphs long really boosted my confidence then. I'd like to believe I've grown quite a lot since then, of course!

More fic writing questions!

[thewellqueen]

Stun Traps - Paragon Fanfic

Based on Murdock’s Lore: Once suspended by Lt. Belica for hiding stun traps in the lavatory.

Maybe it was the dual wielding fool whose influence inspired Murdock to pull the prank. He wasn't even sure himself but he thought it would be hilarious. Not only did the stun traps go in the men’s restroom, he also snuck into the woman's to do the same.

He carefully placed them so whoever used the toilet would had to have sat down before the trap triggered. He hid around the corner of the restrooms and waited to see who had to go. To his dismay he watched as Lt. Belica was walking to the door. She was the last person he wanted to get caught in his little prank.

He was left with the decision to stop her from going in or run. He started to sweat bullets as he tried to decided but it was too late. The yell of some choice works brought him back to reality.

It was too late.

Murdock’s decision was made. He ran from the scene of the crime.

It wasn't long until Lt. Belica found him hiding near the OPD building. She pointed her rifle at him, “Don’t you dare move…”

Murdock put his hands in the air, “Look it w-”

“Shut up.” Belica hissed, “Two weeks suspension.”

“What? All for-”

Belica shot a round near his feet, “Three weeks!”

“O-ok!” Murdock swallowed the lump in his throat, “Three weeks….got it.”

“Effective immediately after you disarm any other traps…” She lowered her rifle, “Got it?”

“Got it, sir.” Murdock sighed as he watched her return to the OPD building. How did she know it was him? He made sure no one was watching him!

As he made his way back to the OPD to disarm the traps he watched as Twinblast strolled out of the building with two OPD officers escorting him. He had a smug look on his face.

“It was you!” Murdock yelled at him.

Twinblast looked over at him and laughed. Murdock growled as he ran towards him. The fool used his rocket dash to get away but it wasn't going to stop Murdock from chasing him. The fool was going to pay for ratting him out.

[partywillsblog]

Oakdale : University Atwt Online Written Spin-Off FanFic Season 6 Episode 20 ” Spring Madness ” Pt.6/6 April 18 , 2017 Scene :: A woman with blonde locks and jungle red lipstick while wearing a fashionable spring attire cocktail dress and red stilleto pumps appears to enter the LakeView .. Lisa Grimaldi feels a chilly air about this new stranger. . Lisa : Welcome to LakeView , how may we help you today ? The mystery woman slyly smirks . Signing her name on the guest book as Dede .. Meanwhile .. Andy Dixon sneaks into the OPD ( Oakdale Police Dept ) to confront Damian Grimaldi * Damian embraces this moment * Damian : Andy .. What can I do for you ?! Andy : Tell me Damian ..what the hell is it going to take to make you save Bob Hughes from his comatose state ?! * Damian reaches his hands clasping against the cold bars he's in * Damian : Bring me my wayward daughter I share with that blonde trouble maker Mitzi ! ** Andy is shocked ** The afternoon gets crazy for the Snyder's when Commisioner Margo Hughes reports to Holden and his wife Molly that Meg Snyder is missing .. Holden suspects foul play .. Finally .. Frannie Hughes catches up to her mother Kim Hughes upset for her betryal .. Frannie : You aren't going anywhere .. You betrayed our family by working for that monster Damian Grimaldi .. " Out with it mother ..what does he have on you ?! " * Kim sheds tears * Kim : Oh Frannie , it's your sister .. Sabrina ..she's alive ! Damian offered to bring her back to us if we follow his demands ! * Frannie loses it * Frannie : Oh my god mother ..you just cursed us all (( FADE OUT )) Song playing on radio .. My Eyes Adore You. . * Special Guest * Dede played by Sarah Paulson Join us for NEW EPS APR 22,2017 https://partywillsonlinepublications.wordpress.com/2017/04/18/oakdale-university-atwt-online-written-spin-off-fanfic-season-6-episode-20-spring-madness-pt-66-april-18-2017/

[factorialsotherfandoms]

*picks my head up at the back of the class and realises the bell has already rung and everyone is gone already* .....so about that gifty fics huh. i trust your judgement and have no real Requests but if you do want something to go off..... maypahs agatha or arthur? arnaldo, even? ^_^

Dear Cal, Merry Christmas, and thanks for once again causing possibly the weirdest fic of the requests round. And that includes the Victoriana with magitech I did for Curly.

Everyone else, a merry christmas to you too!

ao3 link: [link]

Senhor Fritz is visiting again. They always know when he is visiting, because the sister and the Father both get a lot nicer a few days before. Even if one of them cuts another they are not hit for it - well, no, the punishment just comes after Senhor Fritz is gone.

So, Gal does not really care for it; he has better things to spend his time on than washed out actors, like making use of the quiet upstairs to dig out his mp3 player, and cram the music of his beloved Dragões Metálicos into his ears.

Relaxing as he is, he does not hear Senhor Fritz come in.; he does not realise he is there at all, until the man is standing by his bedside. Sister Thelma follows, likely having shown him up, but loiters silently in the shadows of the door.

"Gal, yes?" Senhor Fritz asks.

So much for a quiet afternoon.

Still, Gal knows the price for showing up the orphanage in front of their benefactor.

And only Henri enjoys not having skin.

"Yeah?" Gal pulls one headphone out, looking at the man.

"I heard it was your birthday soon," Senhor Fritz says. "I came with a gift."

A gift?

Last time Gal received a gift from Senhor Fritz, it was his beloved mp3 player.

"Sure?"

He is handed an envelope, neatly sealed with actual, genuine wax.

"You should open it now," Senhor Fritz tells him. "So there is time to put things in order."

Putting things in order? Way to talk like they're all about to be murdered.

Getting murdered seems like a good shout, though, perhaps even a riot.

Gal's nails are not as long as he wishes as he slips one onto the paper, tearing it open. The card he ignores entirely, but with it...

Two paper tickets, scan lines and all. Dated for his birthday and-

"The Dragões Metálicos tour?!"

Senhor Fritz laughs slightly, "yes."

He catches himself from a 'fuck yeah' just in time, keeping his mouth shut.

"I am aware they are your favourite," Senhor Fritz gestres to how all of Gal’s clothes are covered in their logo.

"Who is the other one for?" He asks, seeing it lists an under 18 on it. So not with an adult? Already?

"For whomever you like; I've already spoken to Sister Thelma, and ensured you will have permission to go. Without an adult, so long as you are home on time."

Not that Gal needed permission, exactly; even if he didn't have tickets he had been planning to sneak out and break into the concert. This just makes it more convenient.

"Manners, Gal-Sal," Sister Thelma's sharp voice cuts in.

"It's alright, Thelma; I am aware this is a lot for a lad of his background. Just give him a moment to collect himself."

Collect himself? Gal feels ready to vibrate out of his very skin. Tickets! Permission! He can even take some of the others and not be beaten for it later! In his giddiness, he feels somewhat faint.

"Thank you Senhor Fritz!" For once in his life, the thanks comes both easily and genuinely.

"Quite alright, my boy."

There is a little gesture from Senhor Fritz's hand; Gal takes it as permission to run off, already yelling for Henri and Nina to come and see what he has. They do not understand the value of his treasure - tickets!! To a Dragões Metálicos concert!! - but they come anyway.

And there is only one other ticket. Surely the duo can compete for who gets to join him? For an evening away from this hell hole?

To leave is about all that any of them have ever wanted, after all.

[factorialsotherfandoms]

@echotunes definitely didn't post instead of schedule this but happy christmas!

[link]

It is early in the morning when Arthur wakes, heart jammed in his throat. The tap is dripping again - he’ll go hit the shower once he’s caught his breath - and thick walls do nothing to mask the swearing coming from Cesar’s room. Arthur clings to that sound, and the muffled, furious keystrokes. He lost, if Arthur understands the sort of swearing right. He lost, but that’s fine, it’s not like when his father lost, the blood on the floor and under their hands and-

It has only been a few weeks since Arthur’s world was torn apart. Now it’s him, and Ivete, and Joui on the couch downstairs.

And Liz, in her house, wherever the fuck that is.

It’s not enough, though, just listening to Kaiser swear. He needs… Arthur needs…

He gets up, nearly knocking his glass of water to the floor. His feet guide him easily to Cesar’s room, the route barely noticed until he is cracking it open.

“-and fuck you too!” Cesar yells at his computer.

Arthur peers at him, checking to see if he’s done.

“Stupid game,” Cesar hisses, pulling off his headphones to lean back for a moment.

“Cesar?” Arthur asks, still half-hidden by the door.

“Oh, hey Arthur,” Cesar settles quickly, but his brows furrow as he glances at his laptop clock. “You’re up early… late?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” Arthur says, swaying a little on the door-frame as he does.

Cesar looks at him, looks back at his computer, and closes it down.

“Come on,” he offers, as they always do for one another. “Bed.”

“Joui will get upset.”

While Arthur says the words, he willingly follows as Cesar takes his hand, and leads him around the wires trailing over the floor.

“He’ll be upset if we wake him too,” Cesar wrinkles his nose a bit, but his tone is light. “We’ll deal with him in the morning.”

Cesar lifts the covers, and Arthur scrambles in. He almost expects Cesar to return to his games - with Arthur’s nightmares, sometimes he does, and Arthur just watches him in a half awake daze.

He does not, though, instead he turns out the last of the lights before returning to the bed. Cesar climbs in, elbowing Arthur away until he finds a comfortable spot.

Then, in an act which is by no means guaranteed, he offers his arms to Arthur.

Arthur, taking advantage of Cesar’s more tolerant mood, squishes in close.

“Thanks, Cesar.”

He gets a grunt as an answer, but understands what it means. Arthur would ask for more details, but Cesar never does. Being vulnerable like this…

Arthur, Joui, and Ivete are the only people he lets see; Arthur clings to his shirt, and pretends to sleep.

Pretends, because he already knows that pretense is the only way to feel the fingers carding through his hair.

[factorialsotherfandoms]

oooohhhh for the 1-100 music writing game!! uhhh ermmm 12!! have fun :D

I refuse to listen to this one while writing I editted 18k to this but like a month maybe 2 ago. Which incidentally is why it is so much higher than the title track of the album which I HIGHLY recommend.

Short little thing...

Four in the morning, and Johnny drags himself out of bed. His pager had woken him, and he fumbled in the dim light for the damned thing.

All it had shown was a phone number, so he scribbled that down, and now here he is.

He does not bother taking off his pyjamas, only pulling thicker trousers and a jacket over them. Without a telephone of his own he has to drag himself to the end of the street, and from there...

Well, from there it changes.

Hopefully he'll have time to eat first.

He grabs his bag anyway, just in case.

At an utterly unreasonable four a.m., the street is empty of anyone Johnny might wish to talk to. His scars, size, and glower ward off any other miscreants, and he makes it to the phone booth unaccosted.

The Order knows he doesn't have /money/; he dials for a reverse charges calls and, after a moment, is put through.

"Your presence is required," a pre-recorded message tells him. "Your employer has been informed. A car will arrive in seventeen minutes, where you will receive full details. We thank you for your service."

The other end hangs up before Johnny can speak, not that he expected any differently.

Okay. Seventeen minutes. Quick shower, throw on work clothes, if he puts the toaster on before he gets in the shower - cold, he does not have time to heat water - he can probably eat before his ride gets here and the masks go on. He can only //hope// this is a short mission, because running on stale toast and a cold shower... Did he clean his pistol?

He hopes he cleaned his pistol.

No matter, he can check his weapons in the car. Shower and some toast first.

As he leaves the phone booth he runs a hand down his face, and kicks himself into a jog.

Probably sixteen minutes now.

It's going to have to be a very short, cold shower.

And it's not like he can afford jam anyway.

[factorialsotherfandoms]

yes hi hello! 6 for the music

Hello yes hihi! your song is unfortunately the OPC!Rubens song, but! Here have something minimally spoilery! Well, OPD level spoilers. Also drowning, vomitting, massively inaccurate this one is going for VIBES. I specify as sometimes I research. Not here.

Many people are afraid of drowning.

It is a reasonable fear, one that nobody could ever blame anyone for. The idea of water swarming around, down into your throat, your windpipe, your lungs-

Rubens cannot stand the idea.

He does not think of it, not usually, not often. It is not really a thing one has to consider very often, not when his opponents are of the electronic variety.

Electricity.

Water.

They do not mix - have never mixed.

Unfortunately...

There's evidence in his backpack, a bat in his hand, and Johnny is nowhere to be seen. They stand on a bridge, a river at his back, and a swarm of glitching Energy ghosts swarming towards him.

He is not Johnny.

He cannot fight this many, not alone, not when they get /inside his brain/.

He grips the baseball bat in hand, unsure where his pistol is - or if it would even be more effective.

Left or right? Right or left? This way or that way there is no real choice, just a swarm of glitching monsters before him, and a river at his back.

Electricity and water do not mix.

The evidence is in a sealed, waterproof bag.

He's already wet from the rain, and yet-

One touches his cheek - a burn grows there, and the image of being incinerated in his brain.

The Energy creatures will respawn, will give chase, he cannot take this many-

They will disperse on the water, just a rippling electricity.

Rubens knows, he knows that if he is also in the water as Energy takes a path threw it, then-

Then he will drown, and he will drown in agony.

He would rather he torn to shreds.

But the creatures will make him drown anyway he has seen them before they make him think he's drowning until-

Another reaches for him.

He slips off the backpack, jumps onto the railing, and lets momentum draw him into freefall.

Spread your arms, largest shape you can, spread out the pressure and minimise the injuries from the fall-

Crash into the water, feel yourself shatter, and immediately forget not to breathe.

Water closes in, struggle and struggle, the hands cannot reach him here but where is up and where is down and there's water in his lungs and there's his throat and his mouth and sparks on the water that cause his body to spasm and his throat to scream burns and water and fight and fight until everything is black because this is what it means, this is how it ends, nobody and nothing just water all around as his body shudders from electrical shock and is his heart even beating can he feel it does he know where did he leave it it's black and it's white and his throat is choking and his grip is slipping and-

And Rubens cannot find the way out. There is water and water and the electricity is dispersed but he cannot find his limbs, heavy and heavier and his lungs are burning and he cannot see the sun-

It is cold.

It is dark.

It hurts.

It /hurts/...

A force on his jacket, moments later on his arm, dragging and pulling and then-!

Then he can't-

"Rubens!" A familiar yell and he cannot see, cannot think, cannot move, but there is a familiar yell and something slamming his back.

The slap causes movement, a choking in his throat. It is barely instinct and more momentum that has Rubens bend double, coughing and choking and throwing up the riverwater. He gasps for air between, body shuddering and screaming where the air meets burns.

Again and again, more than he thought his body could hold. Again and again and again-

And then it is over and Johnny is there.

Both are frozen for a moment, then Rubens collapses against Johnny's chest.

His Johnny's arms wrap around and hold him tight; he hisses in pain, and they stop.

"Rubens?"

"Johnny," he manages to reply.

A little more riverwater; he coughs it over Johnny's shoulder.

The river, the river, the river, the /water/-

"Rubens," Johnny's voice is serious. "We need to get away from here; can you run?"

His limbs are still shaking, burns and electricity and exhaustion running through them; it with only some shame that he shakes his head.

"Can I move you?"

Rubens checks himself; maybe broken ribs, cuts and burns, but the electricity is gone and if it /hadn't/ Johnny would know by know.

He nods his head.

Johnny shifts his arms, adjusting Rubens' weight until he can carry him.

"We're finding a doctor," Johnny tells him. "You don't- Fuck, Rubens, what the fuck was that?!"

"Bag," Rubens doesn't want to know, doesn't want to think; he uses a little strength to point the right way.

"This is not-" Johnny begins to get loud, then he sighs. "We'll grab it on the way, okay?"

That's fine; Rubens forces control of himself, and places his face in the crook of Johnny's neck.

He's still wet; even if Rubens passes out, Johnny will feel him breathe.

And...

And if he's here, he cannot see the river.

Johnny keeps talking as they walk, habitually practicing his report on the mission. Rubens clings to it, doing his best to understand and respond. The longer he can breathe the more he understand, so long as he doesn't-

Don't look at the river, let yourself think.

By the time they get to the car, Rubens can manage his own seatbelt. Johnny watches, clearly worries, but settles once it is done. Rubens watches Johnny as he gets behind the wheel, setting the sat nav not to home, but back to the base.

"You'll be okay for ten minutes?" Johnny asks. "We're not going home until someone's checked you."

"Fine," Rubens replies between breaths. "Phone?"

"Phone?"

"Marcela," he replies. "Let her know what's wrong."

Not just with himself; he saw the hits Johnny took earlier, and knows for certain that more than his shirt is burnt.

Johnny hands him the keys as he starts the engine. "Fuck, Rubens, don't do that again!"

"Didn't want to," he replies, shakily typing in the number for the base. Everything is still a bit blurry, but also too vivid; he finds the number, and meets Johnny's hand on the gearstick. "Too many."

"Rubens..." Johnny looks torn between sighing and making a joke. He flips over his hand, reaching up to squeeze Rubens'. "Well, at least we know you're not a fish."

It's a poor attempt, but then the phone is picked up, and then Rubens has something else that needs his frazzled braincell's attention....

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Kaiser wakes up to the alarm on his phone blaring in one ear. He pulls his pillow over his head for three minutes - it does not help - before giving up.

He fumbles with it a bit, rubbing at one eye until the screen makes sense.

8am?

Why is his alarm set so early? Doesn't he usually do the afternoon shift?

He scrabbles at his desk - one every morning affair is easier to remember than a schedule - as his eyes start to agree to work.

"Arthur and Ivete in Rome" the alarm reads.

Which... okay, okay, Kaiser can work with that.

Timezones. He needs to be working when Arthur is. Right.

His scrabbling hand finds the bowl of rubber bands. He takes one in red, looping it a few times around his left pinky to denote important information.

Five black bands on his ring finger - three meals and two sets of tooth brushing - four on the middle for his medication. He swaps which hand is holding his phone; Arthur has sent him a photo of him and Agatha and a bowl of pasta and meatballs, so he snaps a photo of his own exhausted self, and returns the favour.

Okay. Rome is further than usual, but with Arthur on a mission Kaiser should wait at the base as support - he starts adding elastic bands to his right hand now. At the base...

Kaiser flips into his notes app, certain he had something else to do at the base.

There.

It seems he updated CRIS, and needs to test it. That should keep him occupied, waiting for a call that will not come. Joui might ring him, but Joui has been avoiding him for some time now. Kaiser does not really remember when it started, only that he has been weird ever since Liz vanished.

And Liz...

He does not like thinking about Liz, and his memories of her are blurry at best; his therapist says not to force the memories, and the warning in his gut agrees that, in this one instance, it is probably for the best.

3 meals, 4 doses of medication, be on standby for Arthur and run system tests on CRIS.

That is enough for one day, and the only chore on his list is laundry; he loops another band around another finger, and figures he'll get to it sometime today.

What first?

Teeth.

And then, once he is in the bathroom, following through into a shower does not need a reminder.

From there breakfast and book an Uber - remembering the Uber definitely needs a band - then throw some nachos in his bag to call lunch later. He could always steal Samuel's again, but he would rather not annoy one friend when another is in mortal peril.

Well, maybe not just yet, but over breakfast Kaiser reviews his notes, and... And the reason Ivete left as well is horrific.

Something ugly stirs with the knowledge that he is unable to go.

Something uglier still is gladder to never touch field work again.

The Uber arrives, and Kaiser has the driver drop him in a shopping district just a few streets from the base. He wanders it a little before heading over, keeping moving until the eyes scratch off his back.

From the bar to the stairs to the base, waving a hand as he passes the threadbare team left behind.

In the research room... Only Letícia is here, swapping between her computer and phone as she tries to look something up.

"Is Samuel overnight? Kaiser asks.

"No, that's you," at this point, she barely even blinks at the question. "He's in Rome. With the others."

Samuel also went to Rome.

Right. Right.

He grabs his phone, and pulls open a voice note. Letícia leans over, making sure she can be heard by the microphone.

"Who went to Rome?"

"Arthur, Dante, and their team." She lists, pausing for a moment so that Kaiser can also scrawl out a paper list. "Clarissa went out with them early yesterday. The people they were supposed to meet were dead on arrival, so Veríssimo, Ivete, Samuel, Agatha, and Renan flew out as support. Most of the visitors we had went over, too, one of the other teams. Samuel is responsible for them."

Kaiser knows why he was left behind, but with Arthur, Ivete, and Dante gone...

"When will they be back?"

"We're not sure yet; Samuel will internet call with more information when they have it, but the teams will contact with him to save on international calling fees."

"Alright," he stops the recording, and saves it. He prefers voice reminders for things like this, the reassurance of someone else being alive to have said it. Still, he runs it through speech-to-text, fixes the transcript, and also saves that to his written notes.

More notes is always better.

"I want to finish updating CRIS," he turns to the relevant computer, and starts checking over the processes he left running overnight. Everything seems in order, but he knows better than to ever trust the first running of new code. "What else?"

"I've split Samuel's agents between us," she is back at her desk, nails clicking sharply on her keyboard. "None I gave you are complicated. I already pulled up their files for you. Veríssimo also asked for us to check the base for security flaws."

"Sure."

CRIS is behind itself, so Kaiser pulls out another laptop, wires it into the intranet, and starts a scan of the computer systems. He loops bands around his fingers as reminders to check those scans later, then grabs a toolkit and sets about searching the room for bugs.

He will need to do the entire base, and Ivete's bar above, but he needs to start somewhere.

As he works the bands on his fingers rub against each other and his skin, a constant reminder of all the jobs he needs to do. He swaps between sweeping and answering the phone, keeping his thumb pressed to the relevant bands even as he provides information for the Order's people. Puts a band away when he grabs some lunch - for the best he did not rely on stealing Samuel's food, given the man is gone today - continues his work...

It is early afternoon when he feels... There's something in his stomach, something uncomfortable. It...

"Letícia?" he asks.

"What now?" her tone is sharper, having just got off the phone herself.

"Watch the computer a second?"

He does not wait for a reply before pressing a hand to a scar on his shoulder, and focusing.

He does not know if he has done it before, he does not remember what it does, but something in his soul...

One moment there is nothing and the next... Everything is shadow, and panic is overwhelming, and fear builds up - there are pillars, and broken stones, yellow and he is surrounded by corpses. Kaiser cannot move, but there is one hand crossed over his chest, touching at the marked shoulder all the same.

"I'm at the Colosseum," a familiar voice whispers with a tongue that probably isn't his own. "Come pick me up."

Joui?

For a few moments he watches further, body moving anxiously around, looking for danger, glancing over the bodies-

A scream of agony, of some deep seated pain, and-

Kaiser pulls himself from the ritual, and scrambles for his phone. Whatever mission Joui is on, whatever he has been doing instead of speaking to Kaiser...

It's been over a year since Joui spoke to him, and Kaiser cannot quite grasp why, but Joui is in pain and scared and-

And Kaiser cannot get to the Colosseum, but he knows who can.

Dialing Arthur's number is as easy as breathing, even on the other side of the world.

It takes three tries before Arthur picks up, but Kaiser cannot leave this to voicemail. Eventually, eventually Arthur does answer and "Kaiser? Is something wrong?"

"You need to get to the Colosseum," Kaiser does not bother with pleasantries. "Immediately."

"What- Why? We're in a debrief right now, let me put you on speaker."

"No time," Kaiser tells him, but he isn't sure he'll have attention paid to him. Whatever, they will all know soon. "You need to go. Now. Joui- Joui's there. And he's hurt."

"Joui?" It's Dante who speaks. "Kaiser, what are you talking about?"

"The seeing ritual," Kaiser says. "He used it to call me. He's in the Colosseum, he's scared, and I can't get to him but you can. He's been fighting people, but I didn't get a good look at the bodies."

There's a sigh, and then Veríssimo is the one to speak, "perhaps, then, this evening would be the better choice?"

"We're going," Arthur promises. "I'll text you once we get there, and ring you when there's news."

"Okay," and Kaiser doesn't know what's going on, or even what went on; his work phone starts to vibrate. "I need to answer another team. Just, please-"

"We'll do it, I promise," Arthur tells him. "We'll bring Joui home."

There are other voices and other discussions, but Kaiser does not care. He hangs up, grips his phone in his fist, and answers the work call.

"What do you need?"

He can only pray it is a simple request, the sort Letícia loathes; this is too much for elastics, the vision consuming his mind and the phone hot against his skin. The edge of Joui's fear clings to him as he works, shaking from his own anxiety amplified by another's. The phone is the only comfort, the only thing holding him to earth even as the elastics fade from perception.

The phone will ring again soon.

It has to.

Arthur promised.

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