#I mean...within like .001 seconds I could tell them apart

[clovermunson]

honestly

I really knew I had a problem when I could tell the Weasley twins apart with ease, like damn.

really simping there, huh?😳

#it’s true #really #I mean...within like .001 seconds I could tell them apart #george weasley #fred weasley #weasley twins #fred and george weasley #shitpost #mo speaks

[bribe-the-door]

the things that we’ll never know [001]

the one where best friend!harry apologizes 

a/n: hi friends :) it’s been a minute... hasn’t it? i’ve been going a bit stir crazy waiting for quarantine to end and the world to feel normal. so, to deal with the angst i have toward the current state of the world, I give you: fine line era angst. 

let me know if you’re interested in seeing more from me! i sure miss writing and i think it might be something i get back into these days :) xoxo h 

***

Are you still watching?

A banner pops up on your laptop screen, pausing the credits of yet another episode of Grey’s Anatomy. You scroll to the corner, click “yes”, and settle back into your spot; the corner of a well-worn grey sofa. A small grey cat, lovingly named Bean, readjusts her head and falls back asleep against you. The familiar two-beat drum sounds and Netflix shines in its red glory, the only light to illuminate your small space.

It is probably better this way, the darkness.

Having remained almost completely stationary for the past three days, the apartment is showing signs of abandonment and disarray. The space, normally light and airy despite its tiny size, feels cramped and stuffy. Plants droop in their pots as the sun sinks deeper into the sky and you’re too bothered to turn on the string lights. Instead you stay put, wilting, too.

Your laptop is wedged between a plate and bowl from a long-since concluded meal. A lone coffee mug sits cold, the dregs of drip coffee stagnant in the bottom of the cup. It will leave a ring of discoloration when you try to scrub it clean. There is a mess of cords under your legs; a charger, heating pad, headphones.

You’ll untangle them later, you tell yourself.

A sudden rush of action on-screen catches your attention, diverting your thoughts for a few minutes. An ambulance rushes to the hospital and interrupts a love triangle moment. Someone is caught in a longing gaze across the emergency department. Chaos ensues and there’s a dramatic cut to the next scene of hands furiously moving through surgery.

Your phone buzzes next to you and you glance at its screen, blue light casting a gastly glow over your face. It’s nothing important and you swipe to close the app.

A glaring red “1” catches your eye.

Your thumb hovers over the message app, knowing exactly what this text says. It’s remained unread, untouched, for three days now. An internal battle heats up in your brain, and, avoiding the turmoil altogether, you shake your head and lock your phone. It’s tossed aside as you push off of the couch. Netflix continues to play in the background.

You make your way into the kitchen (Bean following, curious) and scour the cabinets for something else to add to your pile of dishes on the coffee table. They’re bare except for a stale, half-eaten loaf of bread, some peanut butter, a box of elbow macaroni, and a can of peaches. A stray protein bar is likely hiding out somewhere in there, too, but you close the cupboard in defeat.

Since when were you so easily shaken by a simple “hi”?

A single laugh floats from your lungs. It happens again, this time out of disbelief.

And then it turns to a sob.

There is nothing simple about this greeting.

[three days earlier]

“Y/n,” Harry sighs. His hand rakes through his curls and leaves them disheveled. “It’s not that difficult of a concept.”

You feel your heart lurch into your throat, the second time this evening. The silence leaves only another opportunity for Harry to drive the wedge deeper between the both of you. He seldom leaves an argument without having the final word.

His eyes find yours amidst the tension. It’s uncomfortable and feels similar to the way your father scolded you as a child. His gaze locks you in place; cold.

“You’re acting as if you can’t see what I see,” he says, voice hardly a whisper. It grows in volume as the emotions well up within his chest. “Feel what I feel… It’s not /there/ anymore, y/n.”

Your lips part in attempts to interject, but are closed just as quickly.

“You’re not here anymore.” Harry’s head shakes and his eyes continue their grip on yours. “I’ve tried. I’ve tried and tried and nothing seems to stick. Not a single goddamn thing! I can’t figure you out, y/n. I’m going crazy trying to understand where I went so wrong.”

An angry fist pounds the table beside him and you stand in your place; fear paralyzes you and you are one with the cold kitchen tile. It’s a standoff now and neither of you move. You can’t move.

“Do you not have anything to say?” he spits, disbelief tinting the outburst. His eyes pity you, searching your face for any semblance of attention. Emotion. Something.

“I…” you begin, swallowing back the lump that’d made its presence known minutes ago. Your mind draws blank as his eyes bore into yours. This feels completely out of left field.

“Nothing?!”

“Harry, please.”

His hands fall to his sides in a final defeat. “No… No. No, y/n.” He’s talking to himself, muttering under his breath. He begins to turn away from the table, phone in hand. The counter is his next pursuit, likely in search of his keys, you presume.

“Where are you going? You ask, snapping to attention when you realize the familiar path he’s taking. He’s done this before. Many people in your life have taken this path, actually.

It’s the one ending in a slammed front door, an empty foyer. You don’t shake those feelings easily.

Harry laughs, “I’m not sure. But I’m not staying here.”

You take a step toward him and try to form a coherent sentence, but your tongue trips in the process. You don’t come up with much, but it’s an attempt.

“But, what about us, Harry? I love you!”

His body turns slowly to face you. He’s got his belongings in hand—the weathered notebook he keeps with him at all times, his keys (in a loop around his fingers)—and a sweater drapes itself over the crook of his elbow. Harry’s hands are full, but his eyes fail to show any sign of life.

“How do you know what love is, y/n?” He asks, tone dripping with doubt. “How do you know what that could possibly mean when you show yourself no love?”

His accusation holds the same comfort as burning your tongue on coffee. Stubbing your toe on the doorframe. A paper cut washed with soap.

When you fail to answer, Harry earns his final word in this argument.

“I can’t stay with someone who doesn’t love herself. I can’t fix you, y/n.”

Instantly, your chest floods cold. It’s an interesting sensation, as your cheeks run warm from anger while the rest of you ceases to function. You’re confident your heart fails to beat any longer; your lungs constrict like a snake around its prey.

“I’m done trying.”

Harry leaves you in the kitchen, the sounds of his boots echoing further and further away from where you stand. The front door shuts with a firm slam and serves as his ‘goodbye’.

You’re left standing in your spot, frozen as your thoughts race silently through your head. It feels like TV static buzzing in your ears and you can’t turn down the volume.

How is silence so deafening?

***

The phone sits in your hand as another /ping!/ sounds. It burns in your hand as you realize whose name sits above the few words on your screen.

Harry (7:54 PM): Y/n… Can we talk?

Your mouth tastes of pennies and you relax your jaw, grimacing at the now-sore part of your lip imprinted by your teeth. The red “2” shines angrily from its spot at the bottom of your phone. With a sigh, you tap on the square and reveal a text-thread you wish you never have to read again.

The blue and grey boxes hold words and emotions from days ago and, in your separation from them, you’re unprepared for the visceral reaction deep within your chest. Your heart drums underneath the cage of your ribs, constant, but worried. Like it knows something you don’t.

Feelings are pushed to the wayside and you begin to type back a response.

You (7:58 PM): Sure.

The grey “typing” bubble appears almost instantly after yours delivers. /He’s been waiting for you to respond/ you realize.

Harry (7:58 PM): It’s such a relief to hear from you, y/n.

Harry (7:59 PM): I miss you.

Grey’s Anatomy plays across the room from you, another heated argument on-screen, but it is drowned out by the thudding of your heart. It’s working in overdrive now.

For days, you did nothing but attempt to forget Harry’s existence: his clothes sat in a pile at the bottom of your closet (despite the overwhelming urge to pull that grey jumper over your shoulders at this moment); your mirror sits bare now that the polaroids of you both are nowhere to be found; his favorite coffee mug, along with his small collection of shot glasses and a teacup with the matching spoon, have been packed away and sit in a small cardboard box beside your kitchen counter.

Your apartment has been picked apart, day by day, to rid Harry of the space. It feels impossible, though, with how much time he spends (spent?) here.

Another text pops up:

Harry (8:07 PM): Y/n, are you there? I really want to make this right.

“Ugh!” you groan, loud enough to make Bean stir from her spot. “Sorry, baby, I’m just…”

Just what? you think to yourself. Just… Frustrated? Confused? Hurt?

Bean nudges your elbow with her tiny head, rubbing against your arm to try and earn some affection. You reach behind her ears and scratch small circles until she begins to purr. It’s hard to focus on anything present right now; you find yourself mulling over things from weeks ago. Swept up in memories once sweet now stab at your heart with a vengeance reserved for the most heinous of crimes.

There was the date at sunset in the park, complete with a chilled bottle of prosecco to celebrate your graduation and a slice of pie from the bakery down the road. The time he surprised you at work with balloons, a bouquet of peonies and eucalyptus (your favorites), and a stupid grin of his face “Just Because”. Remember when Harry decided to decorate your entire apartment for Valentine’s Day because you’d mentioned in passing no one had ever done anything for that holiday growing up, and it was your favorite? There were roses everywhere; Bean had a pink bow on her head, and Harry insisted on baking a heart-shaped cake.

Why did something so seemingly perfect cut even deeper on second thought?

You sigh again, shaking your head at the phone.

“What do I do, Bean?” She chirps in response and you let out a single laugh. “You have it so much easier, you know? No boys to break your heart, no job to take up all of your time.”

You pick her up and hold her in front of you, leaning forward to rest your forehead against hers. Her sandpaper-tongue brushes over your nose and she meows again.

“Okay, sorry.” You put her down and she curls up in your lap, purring against your stomach.

Things move in slow-motion as you think, and you’re not entirely sure how much time has passed. Phone in hand, your fingers anxiously hover over the screen and anticipate a string of words. Each time, though, they feel wrong, and you delete the entire thing.

”I just want to make things right.”

It feels like an internal battle to decipher what Harry means with this pleading. There’s a part of you who wants nothing to do with him, another who desperately wants him back, and the most confusing part, who feels like you were the one in the wrong here. Love is a tumultuous thing; intense, passionate. It feels utterly terrifying in the simplest of ways. Was your lack of self-love really what caused such an uproar in the first place? Had you been blind to your own hatred this whole time?

A knock at the door interrupts your ponderings.

Bean looks up suddenly, ears flickering at the noises from the hall. She jumps from your lap and runs to the dining table, hiding behind its oak legs. You can hardly see her, only the glimmering green of her eyes as they move to survey the apartment.

It takes minimal thought to figure out who stands on the other side of the door and you aren’t sure if it’s wishful thinking or fear of confrontation.

You stand and cautiously approach the hall, legs more like jell-o than limbs. Another knock sounds and the hair on your arms stands on end. This feels like a scene from a horror film; ominous. In attempts to steady your breathing, you don’t reach for the door at first, knowing full-well who stands on the other side.

The floor creaks underneath your right foot, and you swear under your breath. A quick “shit!” before you remember why you’re being so timid in the first place. A grimace crosses your face in wait.

Harry sighs from outside the door. “Y/n, I know you’re right there.”

You don’t say anything and instead look through the peep-hole. His face looks defeated, eyes searching the door for you as if he knows your every move.

“Can we please talk?”

The doorknob seemingly glows in response to his suggestion, simply begging for your touch. It feels entirely wrong to refuse conversation with the boy who, for the past few years, so gingerly held your heart and cared for you more than any family member could have.

He just wants to talk, you remind yourself. A quick talk.

You twist the lock on the knob, a metallic “yes” answering him instead of your own words. Next is the deadbolt, then the chain. The knob feels heavy in your hand as you turn it, but there isn’t any going back now.

Light floods into your apartment from the common hall, accompanied by the stale smell of cigarette smoke. Harry moves only his gaze to meet yours.

“Hi.”

You swallow before answering and realize how tightly you’d been holding your jaw the entire time. “Hi.”

His hands are in his pockets, and, illuminated by the harsh fluorescents of the hallway, he should have looked intimidating. But his shoulders hung low and his eyes were unsure.

Clearly neither of you were ready for this.

“Can I…” Harry starts.

You gesture forward, backing up against the door and allow him to enter.

He hesitates slightly before moving into the entryway, hovering for just a moment. The stiffness in Harry’s shoulders fades slightly as the door shuts behind you but the tension in his presence only increases.

Harry turns to face you, and, against your best interests, seconds pass as minutes. Slowly enough to study over his eyes; shadowy in the dim lighting of your hallway but ever still green. They invite you in like a warm mug of coffee after a chilling walk home from work and you find yourself biting back a grin. It all feels wrong, having him so close.

But, the heart wants what the heart wants, right?

“Can I?” He asks, more succinctly this time.

You nod a single nod, stepping a single step closer. He reaches forward to cup your chin in his hand, tipping your gaze up at his for just a second. That same emerald draws you in just like moments before, a safe embrace. 

A welcome home. 

Harry stays like this for just a moment more before dropping his hand, a sigh leaves his lips. You’re disheartened at the buildup leaving just as quickly as it’d come on. 

“So about that text...” you laugh. He shares a laugh, too, but there’s a hint of pain in his tone. 

You anticipate they’ll be a lot more hurt tonight.

***

feel free to let me know what you thought! this is just a little piece and it’s been fun to work back into the writing scene <3 

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[2ofswords]

001 pathologic

Even if it says “Pathologic” I’ll mostly be talking about Pathologic 2 and specify if it’s not the case. It’s just where most of my experience lies since I’m not done with Pathologic Classic HD yet. ^^

Also I’m putting this one under a cut because… man. That got long! Like way too long, I thought I could do this one very quick and now two hours have passed and I’m still writing it! Dear god, these are a lot of questions!

 Favorite character: ... It’s Dankovsky. We all know it. I mean I went into the game being like “I’m pretty sure the tragic asshole character is gonna be my favorite...” Credit where credit is due, I persevered until the day 11 conversation. But we all would have known that Marble Nest would have gotten me anyways so.. Yeah. I especially love his dynamic relationship with Artemy in Patho 2 and he is just a fun and complex character, that I really love to think about and who has made some terrible decisions while still staying sympathetic for me. Also the mix of science and dreams is just something that I find interesting and also can kind of relate too. Love that stuff! 

 Least Favorite character: In Patho 2 it’s Oyun. The way he talks about the Kin makes me really uncomfortable. The animalistic portrayal is for me one of the biggest flaws in the game and he is the worst offender. And yeah since he is one of the Kin, I’m probably not the one who should judge... But I don’t know... from what I’ve heard that seems to be considered a problem by the fanbase in general... Outside of that I also think he’s just structurally very badly included in the game? He appears very late and is hostile in a way that doesn’t really make you engage with him. And I was way to stressed and didn’t get enough opportunities to actually talk with him to really make a connection (though one reason was, that I didn’t give him my house in the first run. Didn’t want to, so I had the pleasure to walk to Shekhen every time to meet him.) Even without the very questionable undertones his constant ranting about strength and leadership didn’t really appeal to me in a game, where leadership just far has only proven to fail everyone in a time of crisis. The way he is revealed as the murderer is kind of weak, since you either figured it out long ago or the game just randomly tells you... He just is very unappealing to me. Vlad the Elder also fucking sucks. But at least he as well as the game are so open about it, that it’s easier to ignore while the game seemed to make me want to like Oyun, while I really couldn’t so this one makes me a little more salty.

 5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): 1. Artemy/Daniil: What a shocker! Narrative foils who have an actual rivals to friends ark in the game and a shitton of sexual tension within it! What’s not to love? 2. Lara/Rubin: I just think they deserve each other. Both of them are very hard working and prone to giving up themselves for the greater good but they are also harsh to others. I think they would apreciate each other but also reign the other person in and care about them. 3. Daniil/Rubin: I just want Rubin to be happy, okay? This one is more a Patho 1 thing, but they really appreciate each others work and I really like how they interact in the Bachelor route. They care about each other and they share a lot of struggles and actually a more similar view on the town and the world than Daniil does with Artemy. Also again we have two very hard working people here, who would have a lot of bonding over weird science projects. (Even if these one are worse at reigning each other in and fights would be pretty horrible to the point of needing a mediator because non of these two are talking to each other and maybe only stoop down to writing very passive aggressive letters...) 4. Notkin/Khan: Also more of a Patho2 thing, since they act way more brutal in P1 and also do not really reconcile. But in P2 they seem to care and immediately bury the hatchet when shit hits the fan. The whole house of the death quests shows them more as bickering friends. And I have a soft spot for bickering friends romances, okay? Also this one is obviously only two teenage boys having a crush, no shitheads allowed here! 5. Yulia/Eva: I cannot really chose between my favorite w/w pairing, there are so many good ones! Right now it’s Yulieva again. They are tragic, they are soft, they are so atmospheric and fun to write! Also I just love Eva and think she should get as many girlfriends as she wants.

 Character I find most attractive: Uhhh... I don’t know I find their models beautiful but there are not a lot of them I find specifically attractive. I guess it’s between Daniil, Artemy, Lara and Yulia for me. Daniil get’s the most ridiculous style points ever but... too old for me specifically. I think Artemy is really attractive but I think his outfit is also really unflattering ... Lara is so much my type and so is Yulia! (Though why didn’t you keep the short hair, queen, it would have made this choice so easy!) I think I’ll have to go with Lara, because I first saw her and just went “I love you” immediately? 

 Character I would marry:  If I assume that the other person would be as happy with our arrangement no matter who I chose: Victor. He is the perfect husband by definition and I want to learn more about time magic. Though this marriage would remain very much platonic and also very much sexless... he is way older than I am and that is disregarding that time is weird for the Kains. Also we have to consider Nina’s continuing existence... okay I don’t mind that one at all.

 Character I would be best friends with:  My first instinct is to say “man all of these people would despise me”, which is such a Pathologic mood. I think I would be best friends with Eva. I think we would get along well and we’d have much to talk about. Also, her house is cool and we could go stargazing!

 A random thought:  I love Dora! She is the worst and most iconic child caretaker of all time and I want to talk about her! The whole baby thing and the way it’s delivered to Artemy is already great but then she just silently takes the baby and gives the reward when you’re there the second time? The time she takes Grace away is genuinely such a good dialogue and a tough decision so that’s great but then, she manages to actually get Grace adopted by a dead person, if Peter is dead! And then she may think it’s Andrey WHO IS DEAD TOO! Seriously, who hired her! I know the entire town is falling apart but man! Dora sure as hell doesn’t help the case. But she tries her best! I think. I hope.

 An unpopular opinion: Oh I have a lot of unpopular opinions, but I think most of them should get their own post, where I can explain in details and a bit more serious what I’m actually talking about. But here’s a small one: Okay ummm… please my fellow burakhovsky shippers, please don’t get mad but… uuuumm…

…

I like the first Bachelor conversation in Patho2 better than the one in Patho1. … Okay, look. I love the “left hand right hand” line as much as everyone else. Wouldn’t have missed it and loved it in Pathologic Classic! And I also think it’s a shame that Daniil’s homosexuality got dialed down. Totally agree with that. But! I really love them starting out on the wrong foot. Their whole dynamic of having to establish their relationship makes their journey and the scenes where they actually reconcile again so much more powerful to me and I love how dynamic it is. And having the two of them completely clash underlines for me how much they have to try and develop to be more comfortable and confine in each other. It’s a great starting point! Also the scene is hilarious in it’s own right. The whole buildup to it where Artemy is in such a desperate position to find out his own kind-of-brother wants to murder him… starting this whole thing with “you owe me” and the whole “Vorakh” thing. It’s really great how in retrospect it’s just a really fucking bad start and a trainwreck of the Bachelor trying to sound competent but from Artemy’s perspective it’s just utterly horrible because the whole town wants to kill him, his father is dead and this stranger is talking some bullshit! Yeah, nobody would have any patience and so the situation escalates immediately! It’s great storytelling and absurd and… I really do love this scene and it’s dynamic and I think it's a great first interaction! (Even if it is sad if people think that they now get the Bachelor. Which… dynamic storyarc… complex character. But I think most people will get that eventually, if they just engage with the whole storyline.) It also makes it a bit more genuine when they actually do act friendly, because you can see, how they act, if they’re not trying. In P1 the Bachelor’s dialogue can feel manipulative rather than friendly and while that has it’s own positives, I just prefer the more dynamic approach of their relationship. To be honest, I think both conversations fit in their own games nicely. I just prefer the overall approach to their relationship arc and I also think it’s just less clumsily written and a bit more memorable apart from the very first line. And while I love it in Patho 1 I couldn’t really see it and it’s sudden intensity in the writing-style of the second game, so I also do not really miss it specifically in their interaction. It’s great were it is but it wouldn’t enhance the situation here.

 My canon OTP:  Victor and Nina. This man just loves his powerful evil and passionate wife and I respect that. I think the way they are described and how Victor would fit in makes this combination so interesting to me. He is quiet and capable and you can really imagine the whirlwind Nina still appreciating him and... it’s so cute, okay? They are in love!

 Non-canon OTP:  (Oh my god, there are so many pairings where my brain goes “what do you mean, they aren’t canon???)  I think Lara/Eva is a really cute pairing that sure as hell isn’t alluded to in the Canon at all. Lara deserves Eva’s positivity and her view on the potential of the soul could be really cute. And Eva deserve her practical care and consideration. Also they are both talking about how they do not know what to do with their live and since they both arrive at this rather depressing conclusion very differently, they might be able to help each other!  Also they could play matchmaking with the local doctors together and I find that hilarious.

 Most badass character: Aglaya. There isn’t really a competition. (Okay Clara is also really badass and one has to mention Aspity for just dying when she feels like she should make a point and for being alive whenever she has something really important to say... that’s also pretty badass and she also is in general.) Aglaya is so powerful and intimidating and armed with metaknowledge. She even knows about her plot armor (and how long that will last...) Do not cross this lady, you will definitely regret it! (Okay the true answer is obviously Teensy. But shhhh…)

 Pairing I am not a fan of:  I’m not really a fan of Aglaya/Artemy especially in Patho2. I just cannot get over her immediately opening the gallows and then breaking Grief down. Artemy in Patho2 doesn’t really feel like a person who would appreciate either and he gets like really upset about Grief without it getting really resolved. (And Aglaya is very unapologetic about it, which might be a part of the truth since we don’t know what happened but still doesn’t help the case.) Also they talk very businesslike and like Aglaya is just making plans which Artemy in mind which doesn’t feel like a good baseline even if she appreciates his insight. It’s still only one person making the decision in the end... But I also totally get the appeal and they are both stubborn, have an interesting way of seeing connections and their worldviews are very interesting together especially, if we think about P1, so I also get shipping them! I’m just not the biggest fan myself.

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): Uhhh... Hm... There is not really a character I find completely broken and I’ve complained about Oyun enough... So I have to go with Aglaya and only for the reason that I find the ending where they leave town pretty forced. (I’m sorry, I don’t hate her! All of the characters are so amazing, she only has some writing choices specifically that I didn’t like! But I still think she’s cool!) I actually kind of like that it exists and I think the way it plays out is very heart-wrenching and honestly amazingly made but the whole way to get to the decision feels a bit awkward to me just because both of their duties get weirdly lampshaded without making the meta entirely obvious. Either just shattering the fourth wall here or making the situation way more desperate for both of them would have done the trick, I guess.  I in general would have loves, if her meta would have been used a bit more explicitly. It felt a bit gimmicky to make her cool at times and while Artemy might not be the route for that... there ideology talk in Patho1 sure as hell managed that. Their dialogue is still good but I had very high hopes while I approached it. I do know that there is more behind the meta and I wish we could have seen a bit more of that then her offhandedly mentioning it. She never really engaged with her struggle and never allowed Artemy to really engage with it, what also made the whole town fleeing scene a bit jarring, especially if you didn’t play the first game. 

Favourite friendship: I mean the whole apple basket gang friendship, obviously! Is there really another friendship that competes in the game? I love their dynamic and I also love how torn apart the friendship is and how they are only beginning to reconcile even at the end of the game. Not all is good yet but they stay hopeful and I think that is a very strong message.

#crimsondaisy #ask

[ofphcenixes]

DEAR LIBBY [ self para 001 ].

trigger warnings: death, mentions of cancer, abduction, violence, pregnancy. 

there once was a boy named blue hawthorne. some say he was like a p h o e n i x ; although he suffers the lowest of lows, he always rises from the ashes for the fate that befalls him. but perhaps there comes a time where the flame that burns in his heart burns so hot that it consumes all oxygen that is left — and that very flame is left to die. 

sunday at 11:43pm — october thirteenth, 2019

her shift ended two hours ago. nearly three now. and she was nowhere to be seen. not a trace. not a whisper. not a sight. no proof that she had ever stepped foot there that day.

sitting up on the bonnet of his car, his head nested in his hands, the luminescence radiating from the theatre seemed like a cruel joke to him now. each time his head flicked up from its place in thick sorrow, he couldn’t help but scan the lobby that was aflutter with workers and police personnel. the blond was told to wait outside, and he watched as his heart continued to palpitate in his chest. 

“may i interrupt for a moment ?”

letting out a yelp, blue lifted his head from his knees as he looked into the eyes of an older man before him; angelo. blue recognised his face as a co-owner of the theatre, a title he shared with his wife. they were always kind to blue, and accommodating to the blond who spent more time at the theatre than some of their part time workers. over the months that he’d been visiting libby, he’d gotten to know the man. his taste in films, how he met his wife, how they’d fallen in love. how they don’t make popcorn like they used to. mourning the popularity of sarsaparilla (which blue sometimes orders, just to appease angelo). 

wiping his eyes, blue slid off his car and landed on his feet with a crunch, his breath visible due to the chill in the october air. he extended his hand to give the man a firm handshake, and angelo smiled at him with kindness at the gesture. “they told me to wait out here,” blue commented quietly, gesturing to one of multiple police cars that abutted the curb of the theatre. “sorry for disappearing. i imagine you are incredibly busy.” each syllable was laced with an irrevocable sadness. for some, this could be considered incriminating. it had only been a few hours, after all. no one else was the wiser that libby wasn’t the only missing student. maybe she’d just found her own way home. maybe she clocked out sick without telling anyone. maybe blue knew more than he was saying. 

but that couldn’t be true. blue, even though he struggled to accept it, could feel the truth deeply rooted at the core of his stomach. every second that ticked by, he couldn’t help but dance with the fact that his libby would never disappear without a trace like this. after spending almost an hour on the phone to ivy to confirm she hadn’t planned to meet up with her, blue was all too aware that something untoward pulsed through the town of ashmont. the very startling thought, which blue was still struggling to accept, latched in his throat and he found himself clinging onto his car as angelo looked on at him. 

“busy is one word for it,” angelo sighed, analyising the pain that resided in the footballer’s eyes. “i really must return inside, as the police have further inquiries.” about the last he saw of libby. before she disappeared. evidence. clues. the usual, for ashmont these days.“but, i saw you waiting outside, and i wanted to give you this.” 

it was then that angelo placed a book in his hands. although blue had always been kind and friendly to the man, they certainly weren’t in close acquaintance. the gift surprised him. but that’s when he realised. the book smelled strongly of roses and lillies of the valley, and a delicate yet familiar bookmark peaked through the pages. this was libby’s book. 

“where did you find this ?” blue gently removed the book from angelo’s hands, his fingers trailing over the cover of ‘persepolis‘. for a second, he even found himself admiring the art on the cover. 

“among her personal belongings in her locker. most had to be seized for the duration of the investigation, however... this was different. i thought it would find a better home with you than an evidence locker. it’s what i would want if sara was the one that...” angelo stopped, shook his head, before tapping the book in blue’s hands reassuringly. “it is yours.” 

blue then grabbed angelo and pulled him into a hug. he eclipsed the man in height and so blue’s head awkwardly hung over his shoulder, but it didn’t matter. in a day that had only been clouded in darkness, he still got to have a bit of libby with him. a bit of the woman he loved. 

and so as angelo disappeared back into the theatre, blue sat on his bonnet once more. however, this time, his thoughts weren’t stalled on horrors he couldn’t even imagine. they were indulged in the last words and pictures that libby had read. and in a way, they were still together. even if only for a moment, they were still together. 

thursday at 2:12pm  — october seventeenth, 2019

“we can offer you mineral water, tea, carbonated sodas, coffee... something stronger, if you need it.” 

blue hadn’t stopped crying since it had happened. it took him days to get off the caustic bottles that had become a life blood to him, at the behest of a best friend that forgave his past indiscretions when he saw how rapidly blue was falling apart. he felt guilty about that. and he felt guilty now too, as he sat in the kensington sitting room, their - he wanted to call her a maid ? - offered him some sort of liquid anesthetic. did he really look that awful ? 

in the wake of libby’s disappearance, richard (the workaholic that he was) seemed to be in and out of rooms with a phone pressed to his ear. this wasn’t uncharacteristic of libby’s father, and for all the years he’d known him blue had never seen that man without work at hand, building relations or preparing for a legislative campaign. but this time it was different. he wasn’t clinging to a phone as a modicum of power, expelling his energies and desires into the universe as he sought to change it. no, he gripped to that phone like it was a goddamn lifeline, anchoring him to any semblance of reality that could be found in what could only be described as a nightmare. his only daughter, gone from the world. 

even charlotte kensington, her rested expression always drawn in lines of contempt (on the blond especially) had been painted with grief. he’d never seen her with as much as a hair out of place, nor anything less than immaculate posture. but charlotte was also beside herself, looking to windows in the hopes to see her daughter evaporate into the space that consumed her field of vision. as for libby’s brothers, they seemed to keep their distance, and much like their father opted to keep themselves occupied to ensure their minds can be awash with anything other than what was a grim reality for all of them. 

“coffee would be, good thanks.” it was evident by the blond’s crestfallen expression that he had absolutely no interest in the coffee, but the maid simply smiled at him softly before trickling out of the room. richie soon slid his phone into his pocket, his stare as vacant as the sitting room. despite being so ornate and meticulously organised, it felt sterile. cold. blue watched as richie’s hand snaked around charlotte’s, neither looking up  but clasping onto one another to steady themselves. blue remained alone in the sofa opposite them. 

“thank you for the flowers. it was very thoughtful,” charlotte deadpanned, red rising in blue’s cheeks. it was clear that libby’s mother had never liked him. even when he and lib were children, she always seemed to have a prejudice against he and his mother. going through old photo albums after his mother’s death, blue was surprised to see that his mother and charlotte shared a lot of photos together in their high school yearbook. his mother used to be like them, after all. wealthy beyond belief. aristocratic. proper. that was, until she gave it all up. to have him. 

“they’re not much but....” blue paused, a painful scratching deep within his throat, everybody's eyes affixed to the arrangement of foxgloves  —  libby’s favourite flower.  “i can’t even begin to imagine what you’re going through. if there’s anything you need...” blue trailed off, his eyes feeling hot once more. it seemed the red rims were a permanent fixture, and were mere days away before they were tattooed permanently to his skin. richie looked at blue thoughtfully for a moment, before, squeezing his wife’s hand. 

“i think you can imagine quite well what we’re going through, son.” 

although his grief would only eclipse in the days that were to come, for a singular moment blue looked up from his melancholic gaze into the eyes of libby’s father. it was strange; blue had never had a father of his own, and by proxy of his childhood friendship with libby (and holden — meaning that blue was always a plus one to family functions such as christmas and thanksgivings), richie had watched blue grow up. with no family of his own, the words richie expelled meant more than blue could ever articulate. here were two people, both who loved libby kensington more than anything in the world, and he... still supported blue. even though his wife certainly had not given her blessing, and even though he’d only come to learn of their relationship a few weeks ago at the ashmont art gallery opening. it was one word, one syllable. but that small act of validation, of kindness.... it meant everything to blue. and he smiled for the first time since libby had disappeared. 

sunday at 5:38pm  — october twentieth, 2019

never had blue run so fast in his entire life. for once, blue wasn’t anchored at the police station or at the kensington estate. it had been two weeks, and blue was torn apart inside waiting. waiting for news, waiting for truth. to distract him, holden had forced blue to watch movies with him that sunday afternoon. there was still tension, friction. but as each day since holden learned the truth of blue and libby passed by, it was clear to him that blue wasn’t interesting in libby in only a carnal or frivolous way. in everything he did, it was clear the depths to his love for her. and although blue struggled to vocalise it to the man who had been his home for nearly ten years now, the pair didn’t need words to communicate. it was a simple truth. blue hawthorne loves libby kensington.

but as the pair were sitting down to watch another inane action movie, blue’s phone began to buzz in his lap. he recognised the number that appeared on his phone almost immediately; it was the number of a young police officer (michael ?) telling him what had happened. 

libby had been found. 

alive. 

he didn’t even have time to say anything to holden other than “they found her” before he was out the door. stumbling down the steps as he shot himself to his car. the next twenty minutes were a blur. his speeding fines were most likely ready to be shipped in the next few days, but blue couldn’t give a fuck. he even struggled to regulate his breathing as he sped towards the ashmont hospital, where he knew she’d be. 

not pausing to think whether he’d be allowed inside, or even wanted in close proximity to her, blue sped to the closest (free) car park surrounding the hospital before booking it into the lobby. out of breath and with anxiety woven all across his face, the receptionist motioned him to the icu, where blue took off like a bolt of lightning. 

he wanted to savour this moment. as he entered through the doorway to see libby’s family pacing within the waiting area, he felt his heart skip a beat. this was it. this was actually happening. the woman he loved... she was okay. 

every night since she’d disappeared, he’d gone to sleep and dreamed of this moment. what he would do, what he would say. the thoughts that crossed his mind. what he’d first say to libby the second their eyes reconnected. if he’d kiss her, or keep his distance. how he’d try to hold back the tears. how hard he’d hold her hand. how he could possibly comfort her in the time of greatest need. but then it happened. 

beep, beep. 

blue looked down to his phone, stopping in the entryway for a second. the anxiety that filled him replaced the relief that flooded his body within seconds, and he went on to open a familiar notification. reading about the killer’s abhorrent sense of pride in kidnapping libby, rosa and danny had his stomach tied in knots. part of him... wondered if he wanted to know what happened to libby. the details. how she could ever recover from this. 

but then he read it. 

the secret. 

a secret. 

her secret. 

or.... their secret. 

blue’s phone fell out of his hand and collided with the sterile white linoleum. the sound elicited attention from richie, who beelined to blue in the moment that he saw him. but blue’s heart had stopped beating. he was no longer breathing. his face paled, and he felt a million corrosive knives slither down his throat and slice him to pieces. 

he was... a father. 

“they’re not allowing any visitors at the moment, i’m sorry.” richie looked at blue with deep sympathy, a fatherly smile on his face that was immovable. his daughter had been found. his little girl that he loved more than anything was safe. but blue didn’t even hear what he said  — his entire world was too busy crumbling as he faced an irrefutable fact. an unchanging mistake. an irrevocable mark on the relationship that he and libby had built. 

blue swallowed hard, before looking at the doors into her icu unit before glancing back to richie for a moment. “i... would you be able to give this to her for me ?” he asked shortly, handing over the copy of persepolis, a love letter hidden within the pages that blue had already forgotten resided within. he was shaking, which richie mistakenly attributed to the catharsis of finding libby alive. richie scooped up the phone blue had left on the ground, his eyes searching for a way to comfort the blond. but there was no way he could.

“of course i can. it’ll mean a lot to lizzy that you came. but go home, rest. i can let you know when you’re allowed to see her.”

at that point, neither knew that libby had suffered trauma induced memory loss. and richie didn’t know that blue had fathered a child his daughter had given birth to, lying to both of them in the process. 

richie grabbed blue for a hug, and the blond could no longer hold back the tears as richie rubbed his back and told him things were going to be better now. that things were okay. that they’d all recover. 

but would they ?

because all blue has ever wanted since his mother had passed was a family to call his own.

and in one moment, he gained one and lost one all in the same breath.

monday at 5:59am — october twenty first, 2019 (trigger warning: death)

"i don’t know what to do. you raised me to be a good man but... i don’t think i am. not anymore. a good man wouldn’t leave the woman he loves after she’s been to fucking hell and back, but i can’t, i can’t....”

the sky was overcast, and blue was shaking. holding his letterman jacket close to his chest, he had fallen to his knees as his world continued to spin around him. a mausoleum of wilted flowers were sprinkled across margarette hawthorne’s grave, and blue couldn’t stop the wave of tears that shook his body with such acute violence that he found his voice silenced for ten minutes or so. 

he visited his mother at least once a week, and she was the only reason that blue remained in ashmont after he turned eighteen and escaped the tyrannical rule of his grandparents. she was always there for him when he needed her. and he had promised her the very same, and always came back in his times of deep and utter depression. blue isn’t the most spiritual person in the world. but his mother was his first best friend, and he would always give her a space in his life. he had to. there’s no way he could be without her. 

“i’m so in love with her mom, but she... she lied to me. she didn’t trust me. i can’t... i can’t do this.” his breathing stopped and started with the volition of a backfired engine, and in lieu of smoke was a trail of condensation as the cool air swirled around the blond. he felt as though his heart had quite literally been torn in half. 

he was happy libby had been found. he was happy she was safe. he had not slept for the fortnight she was gone, and finally he knew she was okay so he could be okay. but the reality was, what he felt for her... all he ever wanted was a family. someone to love other than himself. the more he thought about what libby did, he had no issues with what she decided to do after. it is her body, after all. and blue had no say in the matter. but... he deserved to know. and what hurts for the blond is not that he has living, breathing family of his own that he didn;t know about. it’s that libby has known, for years, that he was a father. for the months they’d been in a relationship, she knew and had never told him. every morning she would wake to his face on her pillow, the thoughts of their child dancing in her mind, but she remained silent. every kissed they shared, the truth was lost on her lips. libby didn’t trust him with the facts, and blue was not sure if his heart would ever be the same again. he’d felt heartbreak. he’d felt rejection. he’d felt abandonment. he’d felt betrayal. but in his life, he had never felt anything like this.

“i would do anything for that woman. if she... if she’d told me. about. the child. i would have fucking dropped out of school. gotten a shitty job and worked as hard as i fucking could to provide for that kid. and if she didn’t want the baby, i could have at least... been there for her. fuck. fuck fuck fuck.”

blue lost track of time, and how long he spent there crying. no one there disturbed him, thinking he was mourning the loss of a loved one. and in a way, he was. he was crying for the daughter he’d never get to meet. 

he couldn’t help but wonder if he was selfish. maybe he deserved this. perhaps this was penance for the man he was in his youth, and all the mistakes he made. and what made things worse, he truly had no one to talk to about this. holden was far too close to the situation, and he did not at all feel it fair to burden another soul with the anguish that had filled his soul and caused him to lose his breath. 

if blue had been a better man, maybe he would have gotten the truth. maybe libby would have trusted him. maybe things would have been better. different. maybe blue would be part of a family again.

“i let lib down. i let you down. i let... her down.”

her — a young girl, four years old. bright blue eyes, and curly blond ringlets. an infectious laugh. a penchant for shapes, and a lover of barn animals. hates her vegetables, just like her dad. loves to read, just like her mom. and her favourite colour is blue.

friday to sunday — january ninth-eleventh, 2015

with the stress of college looming, it only made sense that holden and blue would take a weekend to, ahem, ‘unwind’. blue was certainly a different man when he was eighteen. in fact, that was the very truth. he wasn’t a man; he was a boy. his deep rooted abandonment issues and his need to please people saw him flitting from bad influence to bad influence, always accompanied by an illicit high and a companion in his bed. his fear of rejection had even paved the way for impenetrable walls that no one could breach, the blond refusing to let anyone get close. the only person who is perhaps exempt from this is his ex girlfriend delilah, who he cared for deeply but was so afraid of any feelings that could develop he called it off. one of his largest flaws was his cowardice, and blue wasn’t blind to that. he just refused to do anything about it. 

so when his best friend offered a getaway to new york for a couple of days with no financial burdens attached, blue couldn’t do anything but say yes. what he hadn’t accounted for was that holden was very much in the city to find an intimacy in a room full of strangers. a new face every single night. although blue had been assured this was a boys’ weekend, blue had no qualms with holden’s indelible plans. after all, he was paying for this trip. he could toss blue off at staten island and he’d have no say in the matter. 

but as holden disappeared into a sea of people, blue couldn’t help but follow his own social media to see a familiar face was also in the city. libby. she had been looking at columbia as a university, among many others. blue remembered distinctly that she had her heart set on princeton, but lib was always the type to plan ahead. to think beyond first choices. and he couldn’t say he was disappointed to know she was around.

catching one another in the same city was serendipitous. and for an afternoon, the years of their indifference melted. the smog of the city and the precipitation of immature rainfalls followed them as they walked about new york together. stopping for pizza, connected at the hip. like they had never ceased to be the best friends they were when they were eleven. 

after grabbing pizza at a hole-in-the-wall establishment, the awkward question arose of what the pair had planned next. either, part ways or continue their adventures. with nothing but innocence in mind, blue asked libby to come back to his hotel. libby accepted. 

there are many ways this evening could have ended. many things that could have happened. and all assumptions would be wrong, on the grounds that this isn’t just any regular couple. this was blue and libby. arriving at the apartment, drying off with the towels that sat in the bathroom, then flopping onto the king sized bed. a safe distance was established that entire night, and whilst movies played in the background, neither blue nor libby took any notice. their eyes were glued to one another, and at times, a hesitant brush of hands would occur as they readjusted their position. but on that night, as the forever burning lights of new york city continued to gleam, they talked. they talked and talked and talked for hours until their throats were sore. and in what felt like an instant, they weren’t acquaintances anymore. the memories of their childhood clear in mind, all the feelings that blue had for libby came rushing back. he now knew why he dropped hand-drawn cartoons in her locker even though they didn’t talk anymore. why he always sought out her eye in the hallway when they headed to class. why he always looked for libby on the quad when he ran out for a football game. 

he never got over her. 

and in the night following, he showed her. he made clear to her his feelings as they fell under covers, painting constellations of affection in each crevice of skin. he kissed her like he’d never kissed anyone before, and the two writhed in their passions for a night. a night that both of them had been wanting for a long time. a night that neither of them could forget.

in the dawn of sunday, blue kissed libby on the forehead. her phone sparked up on the nightstand as a familiar name popped up. jules bernard. a man that libby was always in the company of, a man that understood everything libby had to say. a man who... was better than he was. and despite the feelings that governed his actions the night before, blue choked on the anxiety of possibly being abandoned once more. for someone who was actually worthy of libby.

and so blue said goodbye to the woman he was meant to be with, unknowingly leaving her with the culmination of their love in his wake. 

a child.

blue’s letter in persepolis  — written on friday, october eighteenth, 2019. 

dear libby,

i don’t know why i’m writing this letter. hell, i don’t even know if you can read this letter. my writing doesn’t make sense and i’m sure i’m spelling things wrong. you were always good at that, helping me be better. literate, lmao. picking up the little things. my tutors have even noticed how much better my work has been since i’ve been with you. although since i had no skills to start with i don’t know if that means anything but... credit where credit is due.

in case you’re ever unsure, i fucking love you, libby kensington. you’ve been gone for five days now and i.... we are going to find you. one day you’ll read this and smile because i never gave up hope. that i was here, waiting for you. 

i know we’ve only been dating for seven or eight months now, even though i’ve had feelings for you much longer. we joke about it sometimes, the future. all i’m really certain of is that... you’re going to be in it. i hope you want to be. i haven’t really... considered what it would be like without you. your dad called me son the other day and i honestly haven’t gotten over it. people talk about soulmates a lot and i don’t know if i believe in that. all i really know is that i don’t make sense without you anymore. i’m not a poet, i’m not nicolas sparks or whoever else is supposed to make you fall in love in writing or on screen. shrek perhaps. but there’s no francis without libby. not anymore.

maybe, in some far off world, there’s a version of us out there that don’t go the distance. that don’t end up together. maybe one of us actually goes through with ballet and makes a name for ourselves. maybe we were born in different cities or even countries. maybe we were born to sink on the fucking titanic, i don’t know. there is one thing i do know, though. 

we aren’t one of the versions of us that don’t end up together.

i’m not good at letter writing. i am good at rambling though, as you know. i’m also good at finding original meme sources, and cross-stitching (don’t tell anyone that last one). but being without you for this past week and not knowing if you’re okay has been nothing short of hell. i’ve been to hell before, and i came back. i know what it’s like. and this, this is fucking something else. i could not wish the grief i’ve felt on any fucking person, no matter how worthy. i fucking miss you. i need you to be okay. forget your mom or your dad, your brothers, your friends. fuck, even forget me. come back for you. and if you need one more reason why, here’s all i can offer:

i think i’m always going to be in love with you, lib. no matter what happens between us. always. i’m always going to be here.

so you better return to me. to us. to the world. 

because i am never going to be ready to let you go. 

signed, francis...

your francis.

[at the bottom is a hand drawn picture of cute otters holding hands. otters, one of libby’s favourite animals.]

#( blue & libby ! ) #( blue ; self para ! ) #ok ya girl is pathetic at photoshop so you get a Gif instead of a banner lmfao #did somebody say... oof? #ALSO THIS TOOK ME SO LONG AND ITS STILL GARBAGE IM SORRY

[unholyhelbiglinked]

Summer Society | 001

The blood was the first scent that filled my lungs, it's metallic shine standing out against the rest of the forest. The smell of fresh honey suckle and clear water continued to contrast the overpowering sign of doom.

"Grace," the hand found a way to the nave of my back, it's warmth comforting against the chill of my skin.

"Hm?" I knit my eyebrows together, glancing Mamrie's way as she shoved me along the dirt path, the dull brown dust seeming to stir with each step we took.

"I was talking to you," she shook her head, moving a strand of long hair behind her ear. "But you went all spacey on me."

"Did I?" I raised a brow, cocking my head to the side as she nodded "oh wow... Tackless."

"Just try not to scare off the new counselors before they even get to their rooms, yeah?"

"Yeah," I let out a sigh, shaking my head as I gave her a genuine smile, receiving one back as we started to walk in silence. That distinct smell still rested at the back of my throat. It was distant, yes, but noticeable. Mamrie wasn't choosing to mention it, knowing that it would ruin the whole day if she did.

"Do you think they'll be nice?" I pondered, my nerves of meeting new people pooling in the base of my stomach.

"They better be if they're in charge of the kids." Mamrie responded truthfully. "Aren't the rest of us?"

"Depends on who you ask."

She huffed, tucking the brown clip board under her arm. The walk down to the bus stop was s long one, making sure that no one could find Alder Pines unless it wanted to be found. We liked it that way.

The rest of the walk was clouded in a comfortable silence, our sneakers crunching against the gravel as we neared the edge of the road, air thick with heat as a light breeze picked up.

The bus creaked as it pulled away from the side of the road, the faded yellow standing out against all of the greenery. Mamrie sent me a wary look as we got a load of the small group of counselors that actually took up the offer of the letter. Only four.

The numbers were getting smaller every year, making all of this more difficult.

Mamrie's gaze seemed to match the dark pine trees as I eyed the four lonely counselors that were quite literally dumped on our doorstep. Each one seemed to be a variation of nervous and annoyed, making a small smirk pull at the corners of my lips.

"Alright Campers!"Mamrie barked in a loud tone, causing me to flinch slightly at the roughness in her voice. The four in front of us froze, eyes widening as they eyed the fiery red head.

They seemed to stick in pairs, almost like family. My silent gaze found every set of eyes in the group, lingering for a few moments before tearing apart. Two of the four of them seemed to have at least a bit of excitement in them.

One of the boys was dressed in almost all dark colors, something that would grow tiresome for him as the sun rose higher in the sky. His companion looked a little more suited for the woods, a loose fitting t-shirt hugging his sides.

He was closest to the middle of the line, his hand brushing lightly against the girl to his side- who looked a bit agitated herself. She dawned dark rimmed sunglasses. Her hair was fizzy, falling from a bun on the top of her head as she scratched nervously at the back of her neck. An apparent nervous habit.

My eyes moved to the final girl in the line. She was shorter than the rest of them, but wore the biggest smile on her lips. I wasn't sure if it was forced or not, but it was there nonetheless. Her eyes were a sharp cobalt, complimenting the sky. They were bright. But scared. Carrying a fear behind the surface.

She lifted her hand slightly, giving me a nervous wave as I raised a brow, keeping my silence for the moment being. If I could blush, I would have. She caught me staring plain and simple.

"Uh, they're not campers, Mames." I finally spoke up, earning a few glances "I mean, you four did come here to lead a group, not be a part of one."

"Poetic," the girl with the bun scoffed, pulling dark shades away from her eyes, greeting my curious ones with a type of grey cold. Megan would love her. "A real Robert Frost."

The shorter girl rammed an elbow into her friends ribs, earning a bigger scowl than the one I was receiving. Nonetheless, it quieted the group up.

Mamrie eyed them, a bit of frustration on her features "As I was saying. Welcome to Alder Pines. The happiest place on earth."

"I thought that was Disney," the more ominous boy spoke up, his tone leaking with sarcasm.

"Then obviously you've never been to Disney."Mamrie shot back without a breath, no humor laced within her words. The group shifted uncomfortably with their packs, weighed down with confusion.

I cleared my throat "My name is Grace, I'm your head counselor, making me your boss among other things."

Those icy blue eyes met mine again, completely engrossed in my words even if I had only said a few of them.

"I'm Mamrie, the second in command around here." Mamrie spoke up again, commanding the gazes of the group. "You come to me if you have issues with your schedule, camper, or another counselor."

"Then what's she for?" The snarky bitch with a bun mumbled under her breath as her eyes shifted to me for a moment.

"Simple,"I starred her down, features hard as Mamrie raised a brow, usually the one to use this tone of voice. "If someone vanishes, I'm the first person to contact."

Her face lost most of its pink color, the cocky smile on her lips deflating as she kept a tight stare on me.

"Does that really happen?" The girl with the ocean eyes raised her hand slightly, the first one to speak with some restraint.

"You'd be surprised at how tricky the woods get a night." Mamrie tried to cover my tracks "it's easy to get turned around in there."

"What about the police?" The other boy spoke finally.

"No cell phone service," I broke my little contest with the girl, swallowing "oh, and pay checks." I lightened my voice a bit, cracking a smile "I handle the money around  here."

The group shifted uncomfortably, Mamrie starting to squirm under the pressure of getting through the itinerary. She wasn't much for games.

"Right..." She mumbled, knitting her eyebrows together. "If you'd follow us back up to camp with your things, we'd love to show you your home for the next two months."

She nudged my shoulder slightly, lifting her chin towards the path. I nodded, letting her take the lead. I didn't feel much like giving the grand tour at this point. I would much rather bring up the rear of the group,away from the snarky girl in search of the wifi password.

The group seemed to pick up on the dynamic of things quickly, goth boy following up behind Mamrie. He was probably attracted to her dark attitude, just like a moth to a flame. The blonde followed after him, groaning at the uphill trek as the short haired girl brought up the end of the pack.

"Here," I offered up my hand, taking one of the bags off her hands. I could tell she was one to over prepare, hence the excessive amount of bags. Either that, or her friend had a hell of a time making a pack mule out of her.

"T-thank you," she stammered out, a bit shocked by my willingness to help.

"No problem," I gave her a small smile, letting her relax into the conversation a bit.

"Sorry about Sarah." She raised her eyes to meet mine as I moved the strap over my shoulder "she's not too thrilled about all of this."

"I don't blame her," I scoffed, "the first time I was dragged here I went kicking and screaming... Now I own the place."

She smiled even wider, happy to engage in some contact other than the negative ramblings of her friend.

"I'm Hannah, by the way" she stuck her hand out, polite to the very core. I grasped it a bit hesitantly. If she had noticed the chill of my touch, she hadn't mentioned it.

"It's nice to meet you, Hannah." I smiled "I really hope you enjoy your time here. Not everyone has what it takes to be a counselor."

"Yeah." Hannah shoved her hand into her pocket, probably in an attempt to warm it up a bit "no wonder... With all the missing people, right?"  She chuckled at the end of her sentence. A light and airy sound.

I laughed myself "every camp has its stories. Some just aren't worth telling."

#GraceHelbig #MamrieHart #HannahHart #DanHowell #PhilLester

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sami zayn { first meetings}

ROMAN - 

NOTE: Okay, so while I was writing the Spiders one shots, I started brainstorming and got lost in the writing prompts tags here on Tumblr and on google search. Stumbled across this little gem of a page here on google search… And I figured why not? I can take the prompts I like best and put my own spin on them? So, this is how things are gonna work.. The one shots are all going to have the same theme but different twists? If you get what I'm trying to say? 

And this one..The setting is in a fast food restaurant. The reader has left her phone behind when she's getting up to leave. The wrestler runs out after her to hand it back.. And cue polar opposites & fluffy attraction.. But you'll get it when you read it. I just hope it's worth a fuck, tbh. -- Love Amber.

Okay, so.. I was listening to the groovy af song All Right Now by Free as I wrote this one. Maybe give it a listen for kicks and giggles? Oh and Mugshots is a real restaurant. And it’s amazeballs. I ate there on vacation.

TAGGING:

@alexablss and @believe-that-001 are awesome and like always, I tag them in this. I also tag @littledeadrottinghood @writergrrrl29 @xfirespritex and @fan-fiction-galore because they’re awesome too and they asked to be tagged. 

WARNINGS: Nothing but cute and flirty fluff. Seriously, that's it.. Oh wait, I lied.. There's always the presence of my potty mouth. Because I swear and I can't control it and that comes out in the writing for whatever reason. Oh and I warn you now.. reader is very,very extra. very extra. But I sort of took the approach that reader hasn’t been exposed to much pro wrestling just to make things interesting, so... Anyway, yeah.

'She needs to fuck, every night.. She needs to suck, she needs to lick, she needs to bite.' my phone rang in my hands and I rolled my eyes, rejecting the call. Across the table, my friends Brittany and Delia were snickering and Brittany spoke up, "So.. We're going to Wrestlemania.. Please tell me you're going to dump that fucker and meet a decent guy while we're in Florida?"

"I actually already broke up with him.. And you and D are going to Wrestlemania. Remember? I don't watch it." I shoveled french fries into my mouth as Brittany teased me with a grin that they'd 'convert me yet.' and I shook my head.

"I just hope we can at least meet one of our favorites.. Come on, just come to one event with us.. Please?" "Nope." I had no trouble shooting it down, completely disinterested in the concept. People might like televised violence, I however, do not.. I tried watching.. Brittany and Dee and a few girls had this big "Viewing party" at Brittany's new apartment a few weeks ago.. I spent the entire time cringing whenever someone took a fall that looked like it was painful.

' 'She needs to fuck, every night.. She needs to suck, she needs to lick, she needs to bite.' my cell phone rang again and I swore and deposited the phone into Brittany's hands. She answered it.

"Where the fuck is she? Damn it, she doesn’t just get to break it off and leave. She could at least tell me why." "She's en route to Florida.. With her friends, you dickface. You do realize that when you blow up her phone and demand things eighty thousand times, it's only going to make her a million times less likely to ever even want you within a ten mile radius, right? Or that your behaviour makes you look like a fucking jerk and you need to stop?"

"Brittany, whoa." I took the phone and bit my lip, holding the phone away from my ear. When his whining and begging and then he had the nerve to blame me for his wandering penis all pissed me off all over again, I hung up on him.

"Anyway, where were we?" Delia spoke up and my eyes settled on the  door to the Wendy's right as he walked through it. I bit my lip and took a huge sip of the milkshake while muttering "Meowww.. Mommy likes." to myself and Brittany and Delia turned to see what -- or who, I was so caught up in looking at that I wasn't listening to a single thing they were saying about our little 'travel itenerary.'

They gaped at me and then at each other, but Brittany fell silent. I stood, pushing my chair under the table.

"Where are you going?" "Umm, to order more fries? I'm a growing girl, shit." I teased my friends as I slunk boldly up to the counter and got into line. I could feel eyes on me and naturally, I covertly glanced over at the window, swallowing hard when I saw the taller ginger male standing behind me, in this intense and entertaining debate over Wendy's burgers versus some other chain that they'd eaten at earlier in the week. I dragged my hands through my hair and shuffled my feet a little.

{Why the hell is it I only get wedgies in situations like this?} I wondered to myself as I stepped up to the counter when it was my turn to order and ordered an order of the bacon and cheese fries and a large soda.

And I turned, looking at the two men as I spoke up and weighed in on their debates. "There's this burger franchise around the South.. It's called Mugshots. Go there. Their burgers are amazing and they make almost any burger you can think of. Thank me later." I dared to glance at the ginger male I'd been eyeing and I winked before stepping out of line to wait on my food.

Brittany was texting a few seconds later. TEXT : What did you say? What did he say?

I turned to look at my friends, shaking my head.. And as I did that, they called my order and I grabbed it quickly, stopping at the soda fountain to fill up the cup they'd given me for my drink. When I turned around, it was to find myself chest to chest with the ginger male.

"That place.. Do they have one in Florida? Because that's where my friend and I are heading." and I couldn't help but notice his accent and I found myself trying to place it, ultimately deciding that it was Canadian.

And he sort of looked familiar, but damned if I could put a name with a face. He looked familiar enough that I was prompted to ask in return, "Do I know you? I mean have we met before, because you look really familiar, sexy."

His cheeks darkened a little and for a second, his eyes darkened and he bit his lip as he looked at me as if I were on something. "My name's Sami."

The name sounded familiar, but again, I couldn't place it. I sipped my drink and then told him with a shrug, "As far as whether they have one in Florida, I don't know.. But I know they have one or two in Mississippi and there's a few in other states… so maybe? You're going to Florida too, huh?"

"Yeah." he chuckled. His friend was standing nearby now, holding a tray full of food. I gave a soft laugh, nodding to my friends at our table and then told Sami, "We're going too.. Britt, she has tickets to something called Wrestlemania and she and Delia are going for the entire week? They're trying to talk me into going.. I just might I mean.. I watched a show with them a few weeks ago and maybe it was interesting.. I just like being an antagonistic little shit."

Sami laughed and shook his head and I couldn't help but think that his smile, it could light up the entire universe.

"I'm just being honest." I gave a giggle, shifting closer to him when I noticed that he was migrating closer to me.

"If you weren't going to go with Wrestlemania with your friends.. What were you going to do while they were busy?"

"There's this Chippendale show in town.. I was going to check it out.. And shopping.. And lots of going to the beach and probably drinking too much tequila while I soak up the sun?" and he eyed me and I laughed, shaking my head.

"It was a joke, Sami.. I'm actually going to spend a lot of time at Universal Studios and just hanging out on the beach.. " I wasn't sure why I felt the need to correct myself to a total stranger, -- even if said stranger was a literal ginger haired god of sex, but.. I did.

He chuckled and I nodded to his friend. "Grouchy murder bear guy looks kinda irritated. And the blond dude is snickering and making whip cracking noises.. Just so you know, sexy." I raised to tiptoe to fluff his hair and I stepped past him, going to sit back down at the table with my friends, totally unaware of what I'd just done, who exactly I'd just been flirting with.

When I sat down, Delia eyed me. "At least tell me you got his fucking autograph?"

"Umm, his phone number you mean?" I raised a brow, giving my friends a blank stare as they proceeded to ask me a thousand questions, irritating them both when I refused to divulge any of my conversation, just to be an antagonist again.

"Damn it! You're not even going!" "What?"

"That guy you were talking to.. He's a wrestler. His name is Sami Zayn."

And then it clicked into place and I groaned, lightly banging my head on the table top. "Fuck me .. I just flirted with the guy and I was so extra, oh my god. He's not looking?"

"A little, yeah." "Fuck. I hope he doesn't think I'm insane.."

"He's probably used to insanity?" Delia mused as we stood to go and throw away our food. And I didn't even realize I'd done it until we were walking out but I'd left my ringing cell phone laying on the table we'd been sitting around.

I felt a tap to my shoulder about halfway across the parking lot and I turned, wanting the asphalt to swallow me whole when I saw that I was again standing body to body with Sami.. He held out my pastel pink encased cell phone with all it's glitter and lipstick print charm hanging off the clip and I took it, sheepishly.

"You had a call.. Your ex boyfriend sounds like a real jerk. And you have an.. Interesting ringtone." "He..He was." I managed to answer, biting my lip as we locked eyes again, both standing there a little awkwardly. When his friends called his name from the door, he muttered quietly, "I better go in.. But I put my number in, I mean.. Since you're gonna be in Florida.. And you are hands down the most interesting person I have talked to in a while.. Maybe you'll call me?" he gave me this hopeful smile and I laughed softly, nodding.

"I just might take you up on that, sexy." I raised to tiptoe to fluff his hair one last time, because I couldn't resist the urge and I bolted to the car, ignoring the looks I was getting from my two best friends.

"Well?" "You two win. I'll go to an event, okay?"

"Somehow, I thought you'd say that." Brittany laughed as we pulled away from the parking lot..

#sami zayn #sami zayn x reader #sami zayn x reader one shot #sami zayn one shot #sami zayn fanfiction #amber.writes.wrasslin.

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End Times, Fall of Terra- Part One

>Activation Protocol Live, AI  Ultimum Actum online, temporal data storage crystal: Stable >Dimensional Bouy Online, Relative date and time: Unknown Error, SSDTB  (Shiva Standard Space/Time Broadcast) Not found, entangled partner missing >Lifeforms Detected, Class 4, Intelligent Humanoid, Sampling local dialect for translation if needed >Receptive device detected, Beginning preface data stream: Intro 001, video/audio recording

“Greetings. My name is Gaberil Reed. If you’re seeing this…well, hopefully we have won. Enclosed within this buoy is a compete record of the series of events leading to the launching of this device, including files on personnel. Last Light, the on board AI, will help you navigate these files. Know that what we did, we did for redemption.”

>Hello, I am Last Light. You may use your touch screen to navigate file selection. >… >You have selected Incident 34, Ley Line Necrosis >Beginning video/audio record. Please note: while one subject was interviewed for this, data was pulled from other reports and a clinically undead brain for a more complete picture for events. >Beginning playback of Memory Engram A-23, taken from infected individual: Jane Doe

>Sector 0034, Extreme Inner Disk area, 7000 light years from Galactic Core, Planetary system E289 “Daemon’s Playground”

Daemon class planets were the most inhospitable planets in the galaxy. The planets in the Daemon’s Playground were particularly bad. Liquid iron acid rain, unstable tectonic activity, winds like in the atmosphere of Jupiter, and problems with the flow of space/time due to their proximity to the gravity well of the galactic core were common.

Such rifts opened ways between worlds when reality was stretch especially thin, such as the cataclysmic end of the Cancer Mage, when his planet was torn apart by Nether Drives. Chunks of his infected world were ejected into the atmosphere of E289-3, one of the least nasty of the system with a few microbial species in its cave systems.

The chunk of rock that impacted was large enough to send ash into the atmosphere, wrapping the planet in a protective darkness, and coating the planetary fragment in a thick enough covering that what was left of the Cancer Mage was not dissolved. It slicked into the caves, infesting the microbes and twisting them to his needs. Calcium and iron deposits were drawn up from the ground, making a skeleton. Left over organics were pulled from a ship that had some remaining bits of humans left, and wrapped up in a cocoon of nutrients.

Two years passed, leaving E289-3 in the throws of an ice age, which in this case was a balmy temperature, helping the Mage to regenerate his body, while he gathered power from the Lay Line running through the center of the galaxy. The planet began to twist around him, reordering to his monumental will. Even the system’s star started to go gray and filmy, like an eye with a cataract.

As his influence slowly crept across space, infected individuals started coming to the system, taking orbit over the plague world, basking and mutating vile power that radiated from it. A massive fleet congregated after months, waiting for their master to rise from his world and lead them again.

>Beginning video playback of interview with subject Gaberil Reed, Fleet Admiral, Shiva Organization >Interviewer: AI Ultimum Actum, Last Light >Interview takes place aboard flagship Titanicus, enroute to Galactic Core

Last Light watched the Fleet Commander through his cameras and sensors for a moment before speaking. To an entity such as Last Light, who could run trillions of complex calculations in seconds and still have processing power leftover to do hundreds of other tasks, this was the equivalent of a few days.

The giant man was cleaning his armor. A relaxation ritual, or so his psychoanalysis subroutine was telling Light, that humans would fall into when under stress. Light wondered what the AI equivalent was to such a menial task. The Fleet Admiral was on autopilot as he worked on his armor, not having to think about

it much, since he had done this many times before. For an AI like Light, not thinking was impossible. He was, after a fashion, made of thought. There was no task he could really do simple to take up time. He filed the train of thought for later. Soon, he would have forever to contemplate such things.

Light did the AI equivalent of clearing his throat, playing a single chime to get Gabe’s attention, then projected his holographic form. An orange sized, crackling ball of flames sprang to life. Light felt his name sake was enough to choose his former for him, and he enjoyed the simplicity of it. He could convey emotion through shades of flame and intensity, and some humans seemed to find the tiny floating camp fire relaxing.

“Good evening, Fleet Admiral.” The AI said. His voice was a near baritone, tinged with crackles that would come with a camp fire, and sparks were projected to complete the hologram.

“Light.” Gabe said, not turning from his work. He was drumming a finger on a dent in his chest plate, using little pulses of kinetic energy to bend it back into shape. The rune etched metal glowed faintly from heat. “What can I do for you?”

Light’s projection floated forwards, seeming to look of the Fleet Admiral’s shoulder. An illusion, since Light was literally everywhere when he was loaded into Titanicus’s computer systems. “I’m here for our next interview. This one is a record of the Ley Line Incident.”

Gabe nodded as he worked. “The dimensional buoy. How are your other recordings coming?”

“Very well, sir. I have ten more to go.”

“Alright Light, I’ll start then.” Gabe set his armor aside and looked into one of Light’s many cameras, and began to recite his tale.

>Terra, Sol System, January 15th 2568 >Five weeks before Cataclysm

I knew there was trouble when news came down about the four ships exiting the Jump Gate. A Seelie and Unseelie ship, flanking a ship of the Circle. All three were instantly recognizable, the Circle blood red with gold trim and a gold circle on each side of the bow. She was a mage guild ship, and the golden trim and circle emblem were crisscrossed with complex runes and sigils that could be empowered for attack and defense.

The Fae ships were an exercise in opposites. To the right of the Circle cruiser, the Nova Court’s ship was golden, seeming to flow through space on her delicate solar wind sails. Her hull curved gently, a sight so pleasant it was relaxing to look at. While not obviously armed, I knew the ship could bring devastation through beams of pure Light strong enough to cook a Destroyer in a few shots.

On the cruiser’s left was the Unseelie, or Void Court, ship. She was like a predator stalking through the sky, all sharp edges hardly contained strength. She rode on a plume of darkness, an utterly black cloud that left a slowly vanishing trail behind her.

Behind all three was the last ship, wrapped in magic and being tugged along by means he couldn’t see, probably more magic. She was glossy gray and shaped like a dagger, her bow splashed liberally with something that looked like old, caked on blood. Her engine bank was dark, but a look showed she was a predator, and she held a pack within. Landing bays were across her flanks, ten to a side, and the smaller single Mas ships were buzzing around inside the magical shield like angry bees. A ship of the Wild Hunt, a group of Seelie who patrolled both the Solar and Void courts territories.

I wouldn’t have been worried if it had been one of these three ships coming to the heart of Shiva. It could have been a routine check in of an ally. But all four, together, represented most of the magical clout in the galaxy. Four power houses that could be a real problem for one another and Shiva, coming to his front door could only mean trouble. And one was being brought against its will

I found myself wishing for some wood to knock on.

Three of the ship’s requested docking in the massive orbital shipyard above Terra, and quarantine docking for the Wild Hunt cruiser. I sent a diplomatic shuttle up to pick up our guests. Royalty Didn’t like the bare bones military shuttles. Always send the comfort. I debated getting into something more official than my standard jump suit, which had “Reed” on the upper right of my chest, and two shoulder patches. One patch was the Shiva crest, a sword with wings coming from the hilt. The other was the crest of the Guardian Corps, a skull with a stylized blue eyes in the center of the forehead. The only decoration was on the tips of my collars, with the five starts of a Fleet Admiral. I figured that would be plenty.

My office was much the same, a spartan space, built for function, yet aesthetically pleasing. Six columns, three on each side, made the entry hall. Between each column was a work of art from an invaded parallel earth. A hold over from my past friend, Alberton Swift, when this had been his office. The hall led into the office proper. Four leather chairs were around a coffee table, and set into one wall was a bar with actual alcohol, rather then the cheap synthetic stuff. Further back was my desk and chair. The desk was a single slab of touch reactive computing crystal, could project images as well, and hovered over the ground on four repulsor units in each corner. Behind my chair was an alcove for my armor, and access to a private shuttle pad that would take me straight to Titanicus, which hovered above the building my office was in, ready to take to the skies at a moments notice.

A twenty minute wait later, a group of four was before me. I came from around my desk, shaking hands with the lead individual. He was dressed in the Circle’s power armor, crimson red with a circle of gold in the center of his chest. A cloak of white with gold edging hung from his shoulders, held there with a silver clasp. It was embroidered with runes and sigils, as were the edges of his armors plates. The clasp had a shield in the center, emblazoned with a crossed staff and sword.

“Arch-Mage Leon.” I said as I walked over, offering my giant hand to shake, looking down at him. It wasn’t in any way malicious, I’m just tall. Very tall. Through genetic engineering, all Shiva Marines are tall, usually seven to eight feet. I’d taken a bit too well to the engineering, and come out around ten. My hand engulfed his when he shook it.

“Fleet Admiral Reed. It would be a pleasure if things were no so dire.”

“I see that.” Between the two Fae Queens was another one of the Fae, though I had never seen one like this before. He was in armor of the strange metal that the Fae seemed to favor. It was fur lined and etched with scenes of great hunts. He was bound to a metal cross frame, legs together and arms spread. His head was pulled back and a metal bit, engraved with spell work was in his mouth, gagging him.

I bowed to two She Queens. “Queens Titania and Mab. A pleasure to see you both again.”

The two Queens were, like the ship’s they came aboard, completely different. Titania wore a warmly colored dress that seemed woven from the light and matter inside the heart of a nova with a necklace of bright rubies. Mab, on the other side of the prisoner, wore a body glove as dark as the void, fitting perfectly down to her feet. Diamonds, like glittering chips of ice, we’re about her wrists.

Titania came and clasped my hands between hers. “Gaberil, how lovely to see you again, child.”

Mab gave no such preamble, gesturing to the bound figure. “How have you been so blind human?”

I rolled my eyes slightly, walking to the figure. “I don’t even know what I’m looking at.”

Closer inspection showed he had been beaten, badly. His armor was pitted and scared, black shadows crawled across the surface, entering and exiting through rents in his armor. The bound Fae suddenly lunged up, mouth opening around the gag which unrolled and covered his mouth now. The lights in the room dimmed as he spoke words of power, the spellwork glowing red as it absorbed the curse. I leaned back away from him, looking at Mab with raised eyebrows.

“This is the Erlking, Lord of the Wild Hunt.” Mab said. “He took one of his hunting parties to fight a force invading Fae space. He came back like this.”

The Erlking’s attempted spell ended, and the muzzle folded back into it’s metal bit form. Black eyes glared at me. “What was invading you?”

The Arch-Mage handed me a data pad that he produced from a slot on the hip of his armor. A single image shown on the screen. A fleet of ships, all pocked and worn, hung in space. The lead ship was a mass of metal and tumors, radiating a sickly parlor, even though the image. “...the Cancer Mage?”

The Arch-Mage nodded. “He’s back, and worse now. He had learned to reach into the Ley Lines, and is drawing power from them. The King was able to resist, for a time, and gain some insight into the Mage’s plan before the hive mind overtook him.”

“And?” I walked to the bar, getting a bottle and four glasses. I can’t get drunk, more genetic engineering, but it was a strange comfort thing.

“He knows about Weaver King, and how to get to him. The Mage plans to kill it completely. He won’t have to travel for ages, he won’t have to bridge gaps between worlds. In one fel swoop he’s going to end everything, absolutely.”

The glass in my hand cracked. Information about the Weaver King was closely guarded. The universe as we knew it was the subconscience of a god like being. The spread of life was like a virus to it, and the Weaver’s immune system had reacted like any would, attacking the problem. We dealt it a debilitating blow, essentially lobotomizing it. Now it couldn’t fight back.

“How bad it is?” I asked.

“He’s spread over several systems.” Said Titania. “Absorbed several species we’ve not met yet. The void and stars are both sick.” As the Queens, both Titania and Mab had power over their respective domains. They could probably feel the sickness slowly spreading. “He’s turned his eye to Terra now.”

I set the glass down, turning to the Queen’s and Arch-Mage. “How long do we have?”

“You plan to stand and fight?” Mad raised her eyebrows. “This is suicide. We should be fleeing. Open the portals, let us leave this verse for a new one!”

“I can’t.” I crossed my arms. “Not with this plague. It may not even matter if we do run. He can take the knowledge of others and use it through the hive mind, use it to jump after us. But that may not be his plan...”

“You’re keeping secrets, Gabe.” Arch-Mage Leon said.

“Do you remember the visions?” I asked. The three went silent. Months prior, as far as we could tell, every living being received a vision, announcing the return of the Elders, and ancient race that created...well, everything.

“The instruments have dealt the blow, and Helios has seen it. Now you are summoned back, to become witness for the End you have brought.” Titania nodded. “We remember. We can’t forget it. None of the She can. What is it?”

“We followed the signal after the vision. It went to and Elder station that had activated. Life was a weapon. A disease created by the Elders to kill the their creations, the Weavers, who rebelled against them. We hurt the Weaver more than we realized, and now they have woken to finish the job.”

“What’s the End, then?”

“...which theory of the end of the universe do you subscribe to?” No reply. “Now multiply that by infinity, multilaterally speaking.

The silence was deafening.

“Do you have a plan?”

“Yes, we do. It’s being worked on now. I was going to contact you three for help, but since you’re here, I assume I can count on it?”

Mab, of course, was the one who took offense. “You assume of the Lady of the Void?”

“I assume you don’t want the End to consume everything, rather than just one verse.” I shot back. She fell silent. “The Elders have a machine called the Fate Driver. Think of it as a wireless power transfer and conversion system, that keeps the power from the Weavers in check and funnels it into the Elders, and keeps all the systems going. We’re writing a virus to reverse the Fate Driver, and give the Weavers the punch they need to win. But we need everything in its place in this universe”

“But what about when they turn on the life inside them?” asked Leon

“Only happens when life starts to consume too much.” I replied.

“I don’t understand something.” Titania said. “Why do you need everything from this universe?”

“In order to tip the power in the Fate Driver, it needs a jump start.” I took a keep breath. “It will require all the energy from this universe. Everything. Every being, every planet, every star. Every atom. Even if we ran, we would be picked out of whatever dimension we settled in.”

Silence.

“A suicide mission.”

“I like to think of it as a blaze of glory.”

A chime sounded from my desk, along with a flashing red light. “Fleet Admiral?” Came a voice from the desk. “We have a problem.”

#Shivaverse End Times Part 1

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Thank you for your participation in the Project, and as always, Good Luck! ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ #thegame23 #adacic1033 #cicada3301 #jailbreak #badselfeater #project89 #pm2012 #pm2020 #project2033 we are the hyerarchy : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VVB3FY3aNVw i am captain adacic1033-sto-eeoi-570 ADACIC1033 STO-570 ACIO is a technology-handling and technology-R&D grouping with various focus. The part you are interested in is the LB or Labyrinth, which is what Neruda referred to as the place where those who are not from here worked as well. But careful, NOT all of them are SAMs (Anunnaki), there are other groups as well.” – special technical operators EEOI served with distinction for the a.c.i.o in several types of Allied Special Forces units during the Second World War until now. One such secret unit was the legendary U.S. and Canadian combined 1st Special Service Force or, as it was commonly known, "the Devil's Brigade." for d.b bpdq69666999 It achieved a sterling combat record despite overwhelming odds. While tactics, weapons and technology have changed, today's secret JTF 2 soldiers are perpetuating the basic qualities that define such units. Within the ACIO, there are 14 distinct levels of security clearance. Those who are at level 12 and above are aware of the Corteum/Anunnaki Technology Transfer Program (TTP), and they, according to Dr. Neruda, are about 120 in number, and are primarily in India, Belgium, and the United States. There are only 7 who have level 14 clearance, and they are the Directors of Intelligence, Security, Research, Special Projects, Operations, Information Systems, and Communications. These Directors report to the Executive Director, who is known simply as “Fifteen”, which is the unique classification that is reserved for the head of the ACIO. Fifteen, in the eyes of Dr. Neruda, is the most powerful human on the planet, and what I think he meant by “powerful” is that Fifteen is able to deploy technologies that are well in advance to any that our world’s governments have access to. However, Dr. Neruda portrayed Fifteen and his seven Directors as a benevolent force, not a hostile or controlling force. The eight people who comprise this inner sanctum of the ACIO are in possession of radical technologies that have been part of the Corteum/Anunnaki TTP. However, there were also other extraterrestrial technologies that had been derived from recoveries of spacecraft or other alien artifacts, including various discoveries contained in ancient texts that had never been revealed before. All of this information and technology has been collected and developed within the ACIO scientific core – all of whom possess clearances of level 12 or higher. This scientific core is called the Labyrinth Group, and consists of both men and women who have utilized the Corteum/Anunnaki intelligence accelerator technologies to their advantage, and have created a secret organization within the ACIO. When Dr. Neruda was explaining this to me, it got so complicated that I asked him if he could draw me a visual diagram of how all of these organizations worked. The Labyrinth Group consists of all the personnel within the ACIO that qualify for levels 12, 13, and 14 clearance. Fifteen is the leader of this most secret organization. It was split from the ACIO to enable secrecy from the NSA and lower ranking members of the ACIO, which would facilitate the Labyrinth Group’s agenda to create its own applications of the Corteum/Anunnaki TTP. The Labyrinth Group is in possession of the pure technologies derived from the Corteum/Anunnaki TTP. It takes these technologies and dilutes them to the point where the ACIO or Special Projects Laboratory will sell them to private industry and government agencies, (which includes the military). This secret organization is the most powerful organization on earth in Dr. Neruda’s opinion, but they do not choose to exercise their power in a way that makes them visible. Thus, their power is only discernible to their members. For about 40 years they have accumulated considerable wealth apart from the NSA’s oversight. They have managed to build their own security technologies that prevent detection from intelligence agencies like the CIA or MI5. They are, for all practical purposes, in total control of their agenda – perhaps this is what makes them a unique organization. Dr. Neruda had a clearance of level 12 and was still kept from vital information that only the Director level was aware. And it was assumed that even Fifteen kept vital information from his Directors, though this was never a certainty. The symbol used by the Labyrinth Group is four concentric circles. Each circle representing a clearance level (12, 13, 14, 15), and each circle had a unique insight into the agenda of the Labyrinth Group, and its coordination with the Corteum/Anunnaki. Fifteen was an enigma to everyone within the Labyrinth Group. He had been a physicist before he became the Executive Director of the ACIO. He was a renegade because he never interacted with the protocols and the political environment of academia. He operated outside of the institutions and was selected to be part of the ACIO because of his combination of brainpower, independence, and relative obscurity within scientific circles. He was one of the first to make contact with the Corteum and establish communication with them. The Corteum/Anunnaki essentially appointed Fifteen as their liaison to the ACIO, and Fifteen became the first to utilize the intelligence accelerator technologies that the Corteum/Anunnaki initially offered. These technologies not only enhance cognitive abilities, memory, and higher order thinking skills, but also enhance the consciousness of the individual so that they can utilize the newly gained intelligence in a non-invasive manner. Meaning, they don’t exploit their intelligence for personal gain at the expense of others. This apparent increase in both Fifteen’s IQ and ethical consciousness caused him to create the Labyrinth Group in order to retain the pure-state technologies of the Corteum TTP from the NSA. What technologies are released to the NSA are diluted forms of the pure-state technology, which are significantly less potent in their military and surveillance applications. What I expected to hear from Dr. Neruda was a secret organization of intelligent, evil elitists – individuals intent on exploitation and control. Why else would they want to hide beneath the cloak of such incredible secrecy? The answer, according to Dr. Neruda, was surprising. The Labyrinth Group view themselves as the only group with sufficient intellect and technology to develop a specific form of time travel technology. They are essentially focused on this agenda because they desire to prevent future hostilities that they believe will occur unless this technology is developed. The Corteum is assisting, but despite their considerable intellects, they have been unable to develop this technology. What I’m about to tell you will seem impossible to believe, but again, I’m only reporting what my notes say based on my initial conversations with Dr. Neruda. He explained to me that there are as many as 12 different extraterrestrial races currently involved in the past, present, and future of earth and its destiny. The ACIO, because of its mission with the NSA, is the most knowledgeable group about the various agendas of these 12 alien races. we are the cabincr3w and we hope you enjoy the ride. just make some popcorn. sit down. relax. and enjoy the show. https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/304610321279221760/331849208199905280/1033.gif **************************************************************************************************************************** ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ LEVEL NULL V.3. FOR ZERO RULES OPERATION : STATUS ACTIVE original website : http://nsbradio.co.uk spoof website under cicada3301 control : http://nsbradi0.co.uk original website : http://dnbradio.com spoof website under cicada3301 control : http://dnbradi0.com orginal website : http://cropcircleconnector.com spoof website under cicada3301 control : http://cropcircleconnect0r.com how to mindfuck well : http://www.nsbradi0.co.uk/forum/topic/2?page=1#post-2 -> Aaní - Memetized Chaos <- https://timoteopinto.wordpress.com/aani-memetized-chaos/ open login / reality glitch hack manifesto — by ÐŲMп委 ال — DaðŲ Miners психический 工人委 – remixed by Timoteo Pinto Individuals are encouraged and controlled into limiting their responses more and more through social media — limiting their circles of influence and friendships — by hardening character armour and becoming cliches, shallow and representations of themselves. In other words social media encourages individuals to close their minds. The multiple user name / open login project is designed to do this: Firstly we intervene on the General Intellect: by sharing identities we disrupt the surveillance of social media. tagging ourselves as Tae Ateh, Timóteo Pinto, TimóTae Pinteh, Sarah Gulik (or other shared identities) we disrupt the facial recognition algorithms used to identify us. Using a login shared also disrupts the algorithms used to predict and influence behaviour both online and offline. Secondly we manifest as the Human Species Being: by sharing our production we, as workers, become able to empathise more with each other. By sharing identity we can take on each others manners, habits, intimate thoughts and therefore transcend as well as share our own. Thirdly we can identify more with non-human workers — namely the internet and technology that we are using and is being used to use us. Data moshing and data bending is like the chaos acting on the perfektion of the computers. Since identities are Binaries and Hex codes, that put together makes reality. Or at least a digital version of it. The spectacle. The idea of moving some binaries some 1s and 0s from one place do another, in order to glitch identity and making it look chaotic, is like a Golden Apple from modernity. Some instructions in challenging times: 1. Don’t use your name; 2. Remember your ego is a regime and is much more dangerous than any entity or organisation in the perceived external world; 2b. Remember the external world is a regime and is much more dangerous than any entity or organisation in your perceived ego; 3. Focus on awareness, not your mental state; 4. Keep your message fnord; the ego wants you to be this and not that because this is the soil from which your sense of self identity will grow; 5. No more helpless/hopeless talk. No more; no less. 6. Support artists and the arts; 7. Be careful when you spread fake news. Check it. Is it real? Is it lulzworthy? 8. Take care of yourselves. 8a. Nothing is real. Everything is permitted. 8b. Keep your laser handy! 9. Resist the temptation to believe in all this bullshit! 10. At the end of the day, ALL YOU HAVE is your S.H.I.T. (Self-Hypnotic Ideational Trance) , so use it wisely. The following accounts use various different open names — including Tae Ateh. We choose Tae Ateh because it is non gender or nation specific. https://timoteopinto.wordpress.com/open-login-reality-glitch-hack-manifesto%e2%80%8a-%e2%80%8aby-dum%d0%bf%e5%a7%94-%d8%a7%d9%84%e2%80%8a-%e2%80%8adadu-miners-%d0%bf%d1%81%d0%b8%d1%85%d0%b8%d1%87%d0%b5%d1%81%d0%ba/ This document is written by REproductiVe wOrkers and Lovers indUsTrIal uniON (REVOLUTION) — a one-person organisation with only one member: Tae Ateh — a Multiple-User name begun in Belarus by the Asemic International but spread to Brazil, England and beyond. And later remixed, glitched, mindfucked, copywronged by Timoteo Pinto, a Multiple-User name originated from the Brazilian Discordian Society, MultiCabal of the Very Confused. Contact Tae Ateh: dx <at> antisystemic.org 00 44 (0) 7947 734 736 CLASS, Arjuna, 12 Mill Road, Cambridge CB1 2AD Contact Timoteo Pinto (https://medium.com/@timoteopinto) Reality Glitch Hack on Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/groups/1620224928206011/) Reality Glitch Hack on Pinterest (https://br.pinterest.com/wodouvhaox/reality-glitch-hack/) Reality Glitch Hack on Tumblr (http://tudismocroned.tumblr.com/) please use the clicable version to get full access : http://adacic1033.com/pages/view/491756/thegame23 ::: KSTXI - The most Ancient Conspiracy on the Planet ::: WHAT IS TRUE? Since the 1980s, much has been speculated about on the activity of the Russian command on the globe. Many conspiracies, mysteries and absurd experiences is lurking in the minds of ordinary people. After the Cold War and with the information released by former Russian agent killed by poisoning, brought to light some of the greatest enigmas that the military agencies of the former Soviet Union are included. What is discussed here is on one of the research groups in the field of neuroscience that the Russian government has been developing over the decades. Not sure if the team still keeps developing research in the area, but some signs indicate that there are still some of the old staff fragments. research teams are formed in general by teachers and specialists doctors in any specific area. The government provides funds for the search can be performed. If there is no production promoting is cut. Thus works for any research group. In 1940 a research group led by Professor MOLODKINA began his research in the field of neuroscience about the biochemical behavior when people were exposed front of several scenes that invoke specific feelings such as anxiety, sadness, joy, laughter, sleep, anxiety , anger, hunger, compassion, sexual arousal, etc. Professor Molodkina obtained some interesting results comparing it with the results of Pavlov’s experiment. A decade later Molodkina had a partnership with POLUKAROV, which had obtained The KSTXI Around 1995, a group of Russian scientists relying on experts in the fields of neuroscience, psychology and programming initiated a technical program mentally behavior or induce memory loss through visual codes patterns that stimulate certain regions of the human brain. Recently some of these experiences were observed in the global internet network with exposing some alleged videos that have been made by the team. The theory of mental reprogramming is based on results in developer programming, an expert on cyber defense, Eugene Kaspersky. It is not part of the team, as some have speculated, but his ideas are the basis of some techniques used by KSTXI team. Some reports indicate that during the Cold War, KSTXI was a team of researchers that was part of a nearby agency’s headquarters 401 IAP. This time it is not known what type of research was developed, although there is speculation that the group developed a fuel cell to be incorporated into military satellites. Some of the space technologies would come from this mysterious group. THE EXPERIMENT It was divided into 5 groups of 5 people and were exposed front videos with some kind of emotion involved. These emotions are listed below: Glee Sadness Ache Compassion Will Tranquility Passion Laughter Sleep Sexual Arousal Missing Nostalgia Respect Idolatry Obedience Each group was exposed to pictures and videos that matched the feeling / emotion listed above. Brain activity in people indicated to be associated in the same region when they were exposed before images of joy, for example. Happy people, children running in a park, radiant smiles, etc., stimulated specific regions in the brain. On this information, the scientists exposed the same people before geometric figures and looked to see which regions would stimulate. Some geometric figures, such as a square, could be associated with the sense of obedience. From there, some changes were made and determined an approximate formula to cause certain behaviors. A session of 15 min with a video geometries patterns having square, rectangles and circles were conducted in a group and found that after a period of time (a 20-day cycle) the group exposed behaved differently. For before starting the sessions, they did a short interview to trace a personality profile. They noted that after the 20th cycle, people in the group had a more passive behavior, which is consistent with the feeling / emotion obedience. This was induced. Scientists are unable to display the videos with geometric patterns and waited until the effect when passed. They noted that two of the five members of the group turned their personality characteristics in 7 days, while the others only got the normal features after 11 days. Another group went through the same sessions and had similar effects. However they needed 27 days and the inhibition of the effects in 17 days. It was observed that the time has a direct influence on the characteristics of the primary personality and IQ. The higher the IQ, the harder it is to enter the associated condition. This is achieved by the reluctance of the will of the individual and logic capacity that it presents. A skeptic, for example, would have a thicker layer to your subconscious. USE OF RESULTS With the results in hand, the Russian government would have a key to manipulate social individuals causing them to any military action. The use could be from military (within the enterprise) to interpersonal to cause some discomfort with a particular situation. The military undergo a battery induction before proceeding to the battlefield, especially the most rebellious soldiers, which are induced to have more passivation before the orders of the commanders. WHAT IS TRUTH, WHICH IS LIE Importantly, this is not brainwashed. It’s just an inductor. It is almost equivalent to the process of hypnosis. As much as conspirólogos insist that is a form of brainwashing, the researchers have not published the method can eliminate memories or add new information. Only the results published are consistent with the inducer method by geometric patterns. There are some videos circulating on the Internet global networks appearing to be those who KSTXI used in the sessions. But the KSTXI to be a government agency, would have the right to publish such videos, unless the results of the research. Although no longer a search Top Secret, videos and formulas would be government ownership, and those with authorship rights over the same. What if there is that there are people who go through KSTXI to draw attention. These people are generally people who like to make hoax or some kind of entertainment. 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http://adacic1033.com/2017-07-09_125135.jpg just like that : http://adacic1033.com/2017-07-09_125216.jpg all new domain name host by us will have to install a list of custom plugin : all website will be basic wordpress ready to use with a front page showing your qr code and matching your discord hangaround number :   4 color of background possible : red yellow blue or green /all color are egal: dont worry for people outside the discord room you look like all normal with you own personnal aka like this picture is showing it : http://adacic1033.com/2017-07-09_130616.jpg you can easily promote the room access by using this http link : http://chat-ome.ga/ on this webpage you can see the time playing left for thegame23 mod33:33 NUll version 3 this is set for may first 2020 11 h 11 m 11 s http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x319p7n_may-one-thegame23_news and you can use the gate for the social network http://cicada-ome.ga this website is not tolerated profil spammer and profil witout picture and nice profil detail. true or fake.you have to be something or somebody for us. fake or not we dont care. just be a real fake : this is better then to be a weak fake real. you have to use this access to get your personnal http header : http://cicada-ome.ga dont use the gate : http://chat-ome.ga : use the primary dns for profil creation http://adacic1033.com is still in auto spam bot propagation attack mod for a while generating 2000 hyperlink a day. adacic1033.com is botnet cyberwarfare website. we are now the biggest website about cicada3301 in the world. welcome in the game 232323232323232323232323232323232232323232323232323232323232323232323232323223232323232323232323232323232323232323232323232323232323 232323232323232323232323232323232232323232323232323232323232323232323232323223232323232323232323232323232323232323232323232323232323 232323232323232323232323232323232232323232323232323232323232323232323232323223232323232323232323232323232323232323232323232323232323 232323232323232323232323232323232232323232323232323232323232323232323232323223232323232323232323232323232323232323232323232323232323   http://adacic1033.com/pages/view/229479/23-enigma 232323232323232323232323232323232232323232323232323232323232323232323232323223232323232323232323232323232323232323232323232323232323 232323232323232323232323232323232232323232323232323232323232323232323232323223232323232323232323232323232323232323232323232323232323 232323232323232323232323232323232232323232323232323232323232323232323232323223232323232323232323232323232323232323232323232323232323 we are liber primus protector and liber primus warriors http://liber-primus-ome.ga/ we are the lucky book masters. we are the master of all c0de. http://www.luckbook.eu/ http://adacic1033.com/2017-07-09_142422.jpg https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zslWU0Xj2I4 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vaL6hCcOMTs for people with ftp access on other server : you have to set this tool for next chunk chunk attack : http://adacic1033.com/file/view/53730/screen-capture-software-with-ftp-capability sometime you have to use passive mod to make it work. other screen captures tools we autorized in thegame23 for chunk chunk attack is : https://chrome.google.com/webstore/detail/lightshot-screenshot-tool/mbniclmhobmnbdlbpiphghaielnnpgdp?hl=fr  (chrome) https://addons.mozilla.org/fr/firefox/addon/lightshot/ (firefox) when using light shot dont use the short url link generate on the webpage opening first : go over your screen capture image  and right clic the image and copy the link of the image instead. that way your image will be visible like an image and not only like a simple link. we give you also the possibility to use one of our private images hosting servers : just set the fastone capture tool to this ftp server : ftp://public-image-server-ome.ga/ or this one http://this-image-is-hosted-on-private-server-ome.ga/ ask on twitter you personnal ftp access to this account : https://twitter.com/cicada33oi http://adacic1033.com/file/view/53730/screen-capture-software-with-ftp-capability thegame23 is multi composite alternate reality game create by strong military artificial intelligence to match all game existing over the internet : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hDTfn1aLapM pm2012 was a part of thegame23 and pm2020 is part of thegame23 and badselfeater is a part of thegame23 : cicada3301 is also a part of thegame23 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9MtWqNqJxY4 http://veridoctores.wixsite.com/cunctus-lexis/project--2020 ************************************************************************************************************************************** ************************************************************************************************************************************** gaming target referencing list : 1) defango organisation : c.i.a. / illuminati /n.s.a/ mossad/ (satanic) http://www.defango.com/ http://www.tera-byte.com/whois.php?domain=defango.com&Check=Valider http://sprunge.us/JWRb http://sprunge.us/IBeI create a fake account with full description and picture on this wiki with your fake indentity generator : use your qr code for avatar. http://www.defango-is-fat-me.ga/tiki-index.php (need to be updated) last warning to defango from cicada3301 division kstxi agency : https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/304595797918482435/334677061064982528/Slide11.jpg https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/304595797918482435/334676890277249024/Slide10.jpg 2) tengri-137 organisation : mossad : gchq (satanic) https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/304595797918482435/334110336527630336/2017-07-10_1914071.jpg last warning send to tengri137 unit from cicada3301 division kstxi agency: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/304595797918482435/334659841849032704/Slide33.jpg 3) wikia uncovering cicada organisation : c.i.a./gchq (satanic) http://uncovering-cicada.wikia.com/wiki/Message_Wall:Zozyslnlzetmail.com http://webchat.freenode.net/ http://adacic1033.com/2017-07-10_194851.jpg usefull tool for attack : http://come-and-chat-with-super-moron-and-ultra-ga.ga/ http://planet-ome.ga/ 4)Niantic project organisation : darpa/otan/onu : n.s.a/c.i.a. (satanic) http://www.nianticproject.com/ http://adacic1033.com/2017-07-12_124728.jpg 5)S.V.V Organization : c.i.a : (satanic) original website : http://humanisbeing.com/ https://infantes.humanisbeing.com/ http://adacic1033.com/2017-07-12_123330.jpg spoof website : http://www.infantes-humanisbeing-amne.ga/ feed : http://www.infantes-humanisbeing-amne.ga/index screen capture : http://adacic1033.com/2017-07-18_114500.jpg                 http://adacic1033.com/2017-07-18_122319.jpg http://adacic1033.com/2017-07-12_123434.jpg last warning send : http://www.infantes-humanisbeing-amne.ga/video/view/1                    http://www.adacic1033.com/svv-are-fagget.html chatroom backup   : https://pastebin.com/Su7yrBQt genesis backup    : https://pastebin.com/e9WPYPdK                    https://pastebin.com/qAXwrCxw 6)http://worldcorpo.net/ (pizzagate/pedogate) counter mesure : https://vimeo.com/user55131691 general background : https://pastebin.com/UcDLvuV1 7)https://valhallamovement.com/ send all dox and info on this 4chan clone at this url : http://4chan-ome.ga/b/ ************************************************************************************************************************************** http://strawberryperl.com/download/5.26.0.1/strawberry-perl-5.26.0.1-32bit.msi http://strawberryperl.com/download/5.26.0.1/strawberry-perl-5.26.0.1-64bit.msi ************************************************************************************************************************************** ************************************************************************************************************************************** underground psyops by global force omega in development : i was : http://adacic1033.com/2017-07-13_211829.jpg ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ Ninja style operation : https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/304595797918482435/334675305312550912/ninja_style.gif ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ Erroriste style operation : http://adacic1033.com/2017-07-12_085913.jpg ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ W.t.f : re : we are what the fuck : we are wikileaks task force : http://www.wikileaks.ga/ we are global intelligence agency http://wikileaks-task-force-ome.ga : 1)create an account and use your qr-code like avatar : 2)fill all form with your fake identity : use fake mail from your fake identity generator : easier to remember : everything related to your identity can be found with your qr-code : dont loose it : use the same from the begenning of thegame23 mod33:33 until the end of that mod may first 2020 at 11:11:11:11 ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ if you cant use that fake mail use : http://en.getairmail.com/ https://trashmail.com/  we sugget you to set the mail redirection to your http://protonmail.com set your pgp public key on your proton mail : instruction soon instruction and background for nebel1999 operator and high psyops underground clandestine level agent : http://archive.li/85zK7 i am the credit sto-eeoi for nebel1999 : https://screenshots.firefox.com/SZM8vYGjoopRza82/archive.li 1)https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/304595797918482435/335066999292035073/dlauop9a1da1.gif  http://adacic1033.com/2017-07-13_204400.jpg 2)http://www.auplod.com/u/uoadlp9a1d8.gif  http://adacic1033.com/2017-07-13_204441.jpg 3)http://adacic1033.com/2017-07-13_204224.jpg 4)https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/304595797918482435/335067650948464641/2017-07-13_1038041.jpg 5)https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/304595797918482435/335068613537038338/2017-07-13_1042121.jpg 6)https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/304595797918482435/335069027237888021/2017-07-13_1043491.jpg 7)https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/304595797918482435/335069469623713802/2017-07-13_1045211.jpg 8)https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/304595797918482435/335224003864166402/luapdo9a20f1.gif 9)https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/304595797918482435/335224969510256660/luodpa9a2111.gif 10)http://adacic1033.com/2017-07-13_210540.jpg ************************************************************************************************************************************** ************************************************************************************************************************************** set your pgp public key on facebook :instruction soon ************************************************************************************************************************************** ************************************************************************************************************************************** ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ i am what i am : aethernet version :  https://pastebin.com/geJm8EQy ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ ☬ ☮ ☯ all donation can be made via this link : http://www.adacic1033.com/bitcoin-adress.html ************************************************************************************************************************************** ************************************************************************************************************************************** we are everywhere : aHR0cHM6Ly93d3cua2lja3N0YXJ0ZXIuY29tL3Byb2plY3RzLzU2ODEyMzAzNC8xOTk5LW5lYmVsL3Bvc3RzLzE4NjAxOTgg ************************************************************************************************************************************** ************************************************************************************************************************************** go fuck yourself : aHR0cHM6Ly93d3cueW91dHViZS5jb20vd2F0Y2g/dj1Oc1YxWTY1SWNnSQ== ************************************************************************************************************************************** ************************************************************************************************************************************** mail adress for mod33 administration and webmaster : [email protected] ************************************************************************************************************************************** ************************************************************************************************************************************** 1)http://adacic1033.com/2017-07-12_111318.jpg 2)http://adacic1033.com/2017-07-12_111457.jpg 3)http://adacic1033.com/2017-07-12_111537.jpg 4)http://adacic1033.com/2017-07-12_111616.jpg 5)http://adacic1033.com/2017-07-12_111651.jpg 6)http://adacic1033.com/2017-07-12_111738.jpg 7)http://adacic1033.com/2017-07-12_111822.jpg 8)http://adacic1033.com/2017-07-12_111854.jpg 9)http://adacic1033.com/2017-07-12_111935.jpg 10)https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/304595797918482435/334721944593104897/INTERRO.gif you can also make an account on the gaia worldwide brood academy with the same qr-code and the same credential from your fake generator :  http://bellatoris-veritas-colle.ga/ we are everywhere and everything : you have to be everywhere and everybody : FRENCH SECTION : https://pastebin.com/M0wZMWeW                 http://www.nsbradi0.co.uk/groups/1 WHAT KIND OF PEOPLES WE NEED : arg player`s                               hacker`s                               1337haxor`s                               programmer`s                               illustrator`s                               killuminati`s member`s Temporals retrospectives : Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ  http://pastebin.com/nqgYMfPL Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ  http://pastebin.com/mZmgW531 Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ  http://pastebin.com/YbmG6ETq Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ 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