#and the paranormal department was created

[nelkcats]

Paranormal Department

Something strange was happening in the world, something that even the League would not have prevented. It seemed that the United States government had been fighting things they didn't stand a chance with, and this almost ended in disaster if it wasn't for the kindness of what they were dealing with. The details were highly classified and encrypted so Batman didn't know the details and it was frustrating him.

All that trouble resulted in Justice League Dark working steadily with the "Paranormal Department", there wasn't much information on their members and they worked in the shadows (Bruce wasn't amused, he needed contingency plans) but Zatara claimed they were excellent allies, despite their strange use of modern technology.

Bruce didn't know what they were about, or what agreement the president had made, but he didn't trust this "new department". They could betray them at any second. That's why when Constantine informed him that they would take over the "Lazarus pits" he flatly refused. Apparently his refusal didn't matter at the end since the "Department" got jurisdiction over the case.

Team Phantom, which was now headquartered in downtown Amity Park (and had many new members like Paulina and Dash) was having fun pissing off the Bat. While Danny had made an agreement with the government to deal with threats from the Realms, one of the clauses was not to tell the heroes they existed (After years of living with the Fenton's Danny was not amused that anyone knew ways to eliminate him, Clockwork was backup enough). Sam thought it was childish but didn't stop him.

Sam handled all the legal stuff, but it seemed like they had jurisdiction over all the cases that interested them (more than JL, since they were an elite team in that field), and no one could reveal their identities, which relieved Danny greatly.

Their main job was to send the ghosts home and close the rifts, plus deal with demons, or creatures that came out of said rifts. Easy enough for them, but probably extremely risky if you were inexperienced. Honestly, since they dealt with the GIW themselves, Danny didn't trust the heroes, however JLD was fine.

#dpxdc #Basically Team Phantom dealt with the GIW #and then threatened the president about it #with a lot of legal documentation #The president who didn't even notice the passing of the anti-ghost laws accepted the blame #and the paranormal department was created #which was led by them #and had priority in all cases related to the Realms #this ended up as classified and protected information #Technus wouldn't let anyone learn it anyway #dp x dc #dc x dp #JL hate the Paranormal Department #they don't know their members #but the PD always steal their cases #and they are forbidden to investigate further #Bruce is about to pull his hair out of stress #JLD loves the PD #Their lives have never been easier #They can even tell JL to stay away from a case that they'll blow if they get involved #life was good #ghost king danny

[wyrmmaster]

Discussing Blue Archive Lore and going progressively insane has been an experience. The Mystics, for example:

Each academy has its thing, right. Abydos is ancient Egyptian pantheon, Trinity is Christianity (+English/Irish/Scottish myth), Gehenna are the 72 demons, Valkyrie and SRT are Norse, Hyakkiyako is Japanese myth, and so on. So it's easy to establish a framework: "They're representative of cultural figures from x place".

So:

You have the ones that are Obvious: Shiroko is Anubis, Hoshino is Horus, Mika is the Archangel Michael, Seia is Gabriel, Hina is Baal, Wakamo is Tamamo no Mae, Niya is Ootakemaru, Kazusa is Cath Palug, Ako is Astaroth, among others

Then you have the ones that are "Obvious" as in "probably": Serika as Bastet, Saori as Lucifer, Nonomi as Nephtys, Nagisa as Uriel, Suzumi as Sariel, Koharu as Metatron, Hasumi as Sandalphon, Hinata as Jegudiel, Kanna as Odin, Miyako as Mimir, and so on.

Now you start getting a little out there, as you have to expand your the concept of "figure from x place" to "the concept from x place".

Shit like "well, Rin's family name is Nanagami, "Seven Gods", she's currently the highest authority at least on paper, so what if she's The Seven Holy Names of God per Jewish faith? If we assume the GSC President was capital G monotheistic God it'd make even more sense" "What if she's the seven heavenly virtues instead?" "Also possible but I think it's the former".

Then you get to fucking Millenium.

"Yuuka's halo is a simple perfect circle that looks artificial. Her birthday is 3/14. She is insanely good at math. She's pi. Stop laughing. Look at her twintails. π. Come on, keep up."

"Rio is either the Theory of Relativity both as a relation to Himari's potential Quantum Theory of Light and as an important foundation of our concept of physics, which would fit with her being MIllenium's president OR as she's the President of Millenium and created the city of Eridu, she's supposed to be the Sumerian Deity Enki, God of creation, knowledge, and water and patron deity of the ancient city Eridu." "Maybe she's both." "SHE'S PROBABLY BOTH, THANKS."

"Himari could be the Quantum Theory of Light in relation to Rio - being a more modern and complete concept, or she could be Isaac Newton, who had a mild obsession in the paranormal, like her." "What if she's also got a Mesopotamian-" "It'd be Ishtar, both because of her antagonism towards Enki in some myth her interest in the stars and as a riff on her whole conceit about her beauty. Further backed up by Eimi being her assistant that handles all the physical work, making her the Bull of Heaven. Eimi even had horns in her concept art." "Someone just put forth Euler's Identity, because it's considered a representation of mathematical beauty, like a sonnet is for poetry."

"The Game Development Department are Eroge Company references. Yuzu is Yuzusoft, Aris is Alicesoft, and the Saiba twins are Cyberworks's Wendybell and Tinkerbell. We can maybe assume that's just what they are." "Oh, thank god something stupid to end this post on-" "Aris's whole universally loved hero thing with an almighty weapon integral in saving the world might make her Gilgamesh-" "FINE OUR DAUGHTER IS GILGAMESH."

#wyrmarchive

[thenightpost]

A list of excellent fiction podcasts that have no network (to my knowledge) and could use your support, all made by queer creators and featuring queer characters:

Care & Feeding of Werewolves (@careandfeedingofwerewolves) - the medical notes and adventures of a doctor for the paranormal community

Small Victories (@wgc-productions) - a slice of life dramedy about addition, recovery, and relationships

The Department of Variance of Somewhere, Ohio (@somewhereohio) - surreal/weird fiction following agents trapped in the building of their shady government bureau

Hello from the Hallowoods (@hellofromthehallowoods) - vignettes of a huge cast of characters interweave in a long-form narrative of queer survivors

Dragon Shanty (@dragonshantypod) - in the form of bedtime stories, two lighthouse keepers tell their history of magic and dragons

The Aberrant Report (@theaberrantreport) - a tape recorder-style murder investigation that delves into the supernatural

InCo (@itmeblog) - sci-fi micro-fiction following an information courier in the far future

Starfall (@starfallpod) - the fantasy adventures of a theater troupe that uses magic to create their performances

Neighbourly (@neighbourlypod) - weird/surreal fiction anthology about the secrets behind closed doors on a very strange street

The Night Post (that's us!) - a mystery/horror about queer survival and the realities of living with the natural and supernatural

#care and feeding of werewolves #small victories #somewhere ohio #hello from the hallowoods #dragon shanty #the aberrant report #hi nay #inco #spirit box radio #starfall #neighbourly #the night post #audio drama #audio fiction #fiction podcast #rusty quill #tma #if I left you out I apologize it was probably bc I was unsure of your network status

[demxters]

—𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐀

x-files!au jake seresin x f!reader

summary: something wicked this way comes on the night you find yourself stuck at the motel california with your work partner, jake seresin.

wc: 12.7k

warning(s): 18+ for sensitive subject matter, fem!reader, no y/n (reader goes by nickname pumpkin), language, mentions of paranormal entities, implications of self harm/suicide, brief violence, alcohol and drinking

𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊, 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃!

find it on ao3

a/n: if you're familiar with teen wolf, yes this is also loosely based on the motel california episode of s3. a huge ty to @blue-aconite for being my rock throughout this entire process. i couldn't have done it without you <;3

Of all the moments in your career, none have felt quite as humiliating as this. You have shed your own blood, sweat, and tears just to even be respected in your field. Right when you felt like you were finally coming up on top, Director Simpson threw a curve ball and sent you right to the basement. Your ex-partner laughed in your face at the news, making steam pour out of your ears. 

The X-Files. Are you kidding? You are a highly skilled field agent and medical doctor–that’s one more thing than Director Simpson could say he was. Yet somehow, you were the one going down. Literally. 

The X-Files was a department full of hallucinatory agents. Those who believed in aliens, the supernatural, and ghosts just to name a few of what they investigate. It was a joke department. One that was created to satisfy the pipe dream of passionate believers. Sending you down there felt like an insult to your intelligence. 

The squeaks from the age old elevator as the doors opened to the dusty and dimly lit hallway was enough for you to know this probably wasn’t the most highly decorated department. With a steady gulp, you make your way down the hall. Dodging agents running around like headless chickens has you clutching your suitcase closer to your chest. Your eyes scan each room, looking for the director’s office. 

Someone bumps you on the shoulder, making you yelp. Meanwhile, they drop all their files onto the floor. 

You let out a soft “oh,” dropping to your knees to help the flustered agent. 

“I am so sorry, ma’am,” he breathes. 

Despite your annoyance, you could tell that the man was genuine, and your attitude softens slightly. “It’s alright,” you reassured him with a soft smile. Picking up the rest of his stray papers, you’re able to get a better look at the man. He had boyish features and a buzzcut. He was probably the same age as you, maybe even a couple years younger. He had the look of fresh meat, making your hardened exterior falter. “Agent…” 

His eyes flit up to meet yours with a smile.“Garcia, ma’am. Agent Mickey Garcia.” 

You hold out a hand which he grasps in friendly greeting. “Nice to meet you, Agent Garcia. Are you new here?” 

A shaky exhale leaves him as he lets go of your hand and takes the rest of his papers from you. He runs a hand over his short hair. “That obvious?” 

A sympathetic look graces your features. “Just a smidge.” 

He groans, throwing his head back. 

“Hey, it’s not a bad thing! We’ve all gotta start somewhere.” The sound of a phone ringing in the distance reminds you why you were down here in the first place. If you could spend the rest of your afternoon chatting with Garcia, you would. He was sweet. The kind of person you could find yourself befriending if not for the nature of your position. “Garcia, would you happen to know where Director Mitchell’s office is?” 

He nods hurriedly at the name of his superior. “Absolutely. Follow me.” 

You follow swiftly behind him as you weave your way through the various agents and file carts. A few of the male agents snickered and clearly looked you up and down as you walked by. Years of tolerating this behavior made you indifferent to their actions. Garcia said hello to a few of his fellow agents and blatantly ignored a few of the others who threw out teasing remarks to the man about his last assignment. You could tell it was a sensitive subject for him as the tips of his ears turned red and he ducked his chin to his sternum. 

Finally reaching the end of the hall after what felt like an eternity, you are met face to face with the wooden door and golden plaque with the name “Mitchell” staring back at you. 

Garcia gestures to the door. “Well, this is it. Good luck.” He gives you a half hearted thumbs up that did nothing to quell the anxiety bubbling in your system. 

You nod, harshly trying to swallow the nerves that were crawling up your throat. “I hope to see you around, Garcia,” you’re just barely able to speak. 

He turns over his shoulder with a bright smile and sound agreement before disappearing in the direction they came. 

You hesitantly raise her fist to the door when a muffled, “Come in,” is voiced from the other side. 

You push the door open with caution, unsure of what to suspect on the other side. You have only ever heard stories of the famed director, none that gave you any reassurance that your career was in good hands. 

Director Mitchell despite being dressed in slacks and a button up work shirt looked like the most casual man in the department. A pair of aviators sat on his desk next to his badge that was haphazardly thrown onto the surface of his desk. You wrinkle your nose at the sight, not seeing this man as someone you could easily respect as a superior. 

“I would say have a seat, but I don’t plan on keeping you here long,” the director puts it bluntly. “I’ve read your file. Incredibly impressive, to say the least.” 

You straighten your posture and hold your head up high at his praise. “Thank you, sir.” 

“Needless to say, I don’t see how your talents could be any more useful here as it is with the big dogs.” You could feel the underlying tone of his annoyance with the higher ups. 

“I am thinking the same thing,” you dryly add. 

He pushes off his desk with a large exhale and brings himself to his feet. “Well, whatever the reason, they sent you here. And lucky for you, I’ve got the perfect place to put you.” He beckons for you to follow him out the door. 

Walking past him, you mutter bitterly under your breath, “Lucky me.” 

Director Mitchell explains how the X-Files is an overlooked department in the FBI and continues to emphasize how they are not just a committee full of nut jobs. He drones on and on about the compelling evidence they have and if Director Simpson could just listen to his agents, they could be making history. You zone out halfway through his speech, watching the agents around you intently. Over in one of the board rooms were a group of agents who looked like they were in the midst of a playfully heated argument. You smile upon noticing one of the agents to be Garcia. Amongst them was a woman who looked like she could command a room with a single look. If there was anyone you were hoping to become good colleagues with, it was her. God knows you needed another woman to talk to down here. 

Mitchell leads you to the last room. The door was already ajar and before even stepping into the room, you could tell it was a mess in there. There was red string and newspaper clippings everywhere. Sticky notes and photographs galore. 

You can hear shuffling from inside the room as Director Mitchell steps in front of you and lets himself in with only a light knock. 

“‘M busy, Pete,” a voice from inside the room says. 

It’s deep, male with a hint of southern twang. The way he calls the director by his first name makes you uncomfortable. Director Simpson would never let that slide. 

“Too busy to meet your new partner?” Mitchell teases. 

The rustling stops and Pete steps aside so you can step into the room. You’re unable to hide your surprise as you step inside, glaring at him with questioning eyes. “I’m sorry, partner?” 

The sound of your voice makes the man in the office straighten up. He crosses his arms over his chest and smirks as he leans against his desk. You could see him from the corner of your eyes but refuse to give him any acknowledgement. 

“Director Simpson didn’t say anything about me having to work with anyone down here.” 

The disgust was evident in your tone, yet the man’s smirk only grew into an amused grin. 

Pete sighs. “With all due respect, agent, Director Simpson told me to place you where I think you’d be most fit. That being said, after everything I’ve read about you tells me you like working alone. I think you’ll find that working with Seresin might just change that.” 

The man, Seresin, steps into your view and you can’t help the heat that rises up the back of your neck. He’s attractive, that’s for sure. His blond hair was slightly disheveled–almost like he has run his hands through it a couple of times. He had bright green eyes and a fit physique. If anything, the smug look on his face just infuriated you even more. 

“Jake Seresin, ma’am. Pleasure to meet you.” He holds out a hand that you ignore. 

If looks could kill, Pete would be dead on the floor. 

“I’ll leave you to it, I guess.” The director excuses himself with a pathetic shrug, knowingly escaping your wrath and leaving you for Jake to deal with.  

 You’re still glaring at him as  you watch him go, not wanting to have to interact with your new partner. 

“Well aren’t you just Miss Sugar, spice, and everything nice.” Jake’s voice cuts through your self loathing. 

Your stare, now directed at him, cuts through him like a knife. “I hope you know I’m only doing this because Director Simpson sent me here and not because I want to be here. Especially with you.” 

He laughs, causing your blood to boil even more. “Alright, pumpkin, no need to be so defensive.” 

“Don’t call me that,” you snapped back. 

Jake holds his hands up in surrender, shaking his head with a laugh before settling back into his work on his desk. “We are going to have one hell of a time together, Agent. I can feel it.” 

If only you could figure out a way to transfer out of here before your first case. 

Two years later and you were still partners with Jake Seresin. All it took was one case and an insane amount of coincidences to get you to stay. You are a skeptic to say the least. Despite everything you’ve seen, you continue to go on these cases with Jake in an attempt to prove that there must be some scientific explanation for everything. Every time without fail, you are proven wrong, but you aren’t one to give up. So here you are, still in the X-Files department and still going on crazy cases with Jake. 

Your original dislike for the man turned into fond admiration, and eventually friendship. Jake was smart, smarter than you gave him credit for. You judged him too soon upon meeting him, assuming that just like everyone else, he was just another nut job in his department. However, you soon came to understand that no one in the X-Files department were nut jobs. Only curious agents with curious minds. You’ve even come to respect them and their many far fetched theories for the unexplainable cases you investigate. 

Here you are two years later and still investigating the impossible. But if you were being totally honest? You wouldn’t have it any other way. What you once thought to be a careless mistake, ended up becoming the best two years of your life. 

“Jake and Pumpkin at it again. Solving cases one supernatural entity at a time,” Jake’s comment breaks through the silence of the car. 

You laugh, rolling your eyes at his words. “Solving cases? Absolutely. Supernatural entities? Well…” 

Jake glances at you bewildered, before focusing his gaze back on the road. “What? Oh come on, darling, you mean to say even after everything we’ve been through you still think the supernatural isn’t real?” 

A playful grin tugs at your lips as you turn to see Jake smiling. “Hey, all I’m saying is that there is a scientific explanation for everything.” 

It’s his turn to roll his eyes at you. “Alright, killjoy, way to ruin my fun. Jake and Pumpkin at it again. Solving cases one scientific explanation at a time.” Jake cringes, making you chuckle. “See? Now that just doesn’t have the same ring to it.” 

“We can agree to disagree.” 

“Don’t we always?” Jake sends you a quick wink and you have to bite your lip and look out the window to stop yourself from the school girl giggles that threaten to leave you. 

Jake was a charmer. From the beginning, his suave and confident attitude made you want to rip your hair. Now, it was something that made your cheeks warm and your heart flutter. However, you made sure he would never catch onto that fact. He gets his ego stroked enough by Pete and the unassuming people you meet on investigations. 

You were still riding a post-case high and you just weren’t ready to head back to the office. You hum thoughtfully, causing Jake to look at you with a raised brow. “I’m in the mood for a celebratory drink, Mr. Seresin. What do you think?” 

The mischievous grin on his face told you everything that he was thinking. “I think that sounds like an excellent idea, Pumpkin.” 

You loved to travel. Your favorite thing about being sent all over the U.S. for cases was discovering the small town charms along the way. More specifically, the dive bars. Celebratory drinks became a tradition for you and Jake after your first successful investigation together. The two of you would stop at the first dive bar you’d find and spend the night with a drink or two before heading back to the office or hotel you were spending the night in. 

Tonight, you found a rustic little dive bar in the middle of the desolate road in California. There wasn’t much around other than a few little establishments and it was clear that the next big city was at least a dozen miles away. 

Jake was nearly done with the beer he has been nursing since the beginning of your visit. Meanwhile, you were just starting round three of another tequila lime and coke. He was intently keeping an eye on you, just in case you decided to pass out on him. 

He loved seeing you like this, all rambly and carefree from the alcohol. He loved working with you, but you could be so stiff and orderly that he took advantage of the moments where he got to see you so unabashedly yourself. He did everything he could to make you feel comfortable enough to be yourself around him. It took some time for him to crack you open, especially with how set you were on shutting him out. But he was patient. Before you could even realize what he was doing, he slowly ended up building up your trust in him all while chipping at the walls you’ve put up to keep him away. To his surprise, he immediately fell in love with the woman he found underneath. He knew it was a slippery slope, working with you while feeling the way he did. It could compromise your partnership if you ever found out, as well as his judgment out in the field. 

Bradley had warned him against his feelings towards you. It hurt, but he was right. If you ever found out, you would probably never want to work with him again. 

But he couldn’t help it. The two of you worked so well together and you understood him and his thoughts more than anyone he has ever worked with. The two of you were a team and he never wanted to work with anyone else. He never wanted to be with anyone else. 

So he kept quiet. If keeping quiet meant keeping you here, then he would stay this way forever. At least until he knew if you felt the same way. 

There were moments in your partnership when Jake swore you felt the same way about him. But these moments were fleeting–disappearing just as fast as they came. By the time Jake was able to notice them, you were already pulling away and going back to your hardened “work and no funny business” exterior. 

They were moments like you reaching out for his hand when things got a little too intense. Your eyes scanning for him whenever the two of you get separated in the field. The smaller, more intimate moments where you’d share with him a piece of yourself that no one else knew. 

These were the moments that had him holding on to the hope that maybe, just maybe, you felt the spark between you two that everyone else could blatantly see. 

“Do you think we could take one of these shot glasses back home, Jake? I think Reuben would really like one of these.” You examined one of the lone shot glasses on the bar top, holding it up to the light. 

There wasn’t anything special about it. It was just a regular old shot glass that you could find almost anywhere. But in your buzzed state, the shot glass looked nothing but special. 

He smiles softly, replaying the word home in the back of his mind. Not back to the office, but back home. The way you said it made it sound like Jake was going back to your home with you. Oh, how much he wished that was true. 

Jake shakes his head, gently taking the glass from your fingers and setting back on the table. “I don’t think so, darling. This one belongs to the fine gentleman who owns the bar.” 

A small pout crosses your lips making Jake feel like his heart was thumping out of his rib cage. Oh, he was a goner. 

“Besides, I think Reuben has enough shot glasses to attend to the whole department.” 

“I guess so,” you sigh softly, before going back to sipping at your drink.

The slightly dejected look on your face makes his face fall and before he can even process what he’s doing, Jake’s grabbing your hand delicately in his. “But maybe we can stop at a gas station on our way back and buy him an even cooler glass. How does that sound?” 

Your eyes light up and Jake takes pride in his mission accomplished. You don’t seem to notice that your hand is still in Jake’s and you don’t find it in you to care. 

Jake wants to trap this moment in a bottle forever. There were barely any patrons left in the bar other than you two and a couple stragglers. But to him, it felt like it was just you and him. There was no need for him to be bothered by the rest of the world. 

The bartender clearing his throat breaks Jake from his trance. “You and your lady best be going now, son. It looks like the storm’s getting pretty bad out there. Don’t want the two of you getting stranded on the road.” 

Jake glances out the window to see that the man was right. He could barely see the night sky through the dark clouds overhead and the wind as well as the downpour was starting to pick up. You were still happily sipping your drink when Jake carefully pries your cup from your hand and pays off the rest of your tab. You let out a little whine in protest, but comply when Jake points out the storm brewing outside. 

The bartender gives you a bottle of water to take with you so you can sober up and help keep yourselves safe on the road. Jake, ever the gentleman, shrugs off his jacket and holds it over your head as the two of you run into the rain. He holds it above you as you get into the car before he hurries over to the driver's side. 

The rain seemed to be more than enough to have the effects of the alcohol wearing off as you’re instantly turned back into your level-headed self. 

You’re cursing under your breath as you lamely hold your phone up to the roof of the car in search of some cell service. 

“Nothing?” Jake asks after trying his own luck. 

You shake your head with a worried frown on your face. Jake holds out his hand and you get the message immediately, swapping phones and trying again. You knew it was silly and you’d probably end up with the same results, but it was worth a try. 

Even with Jake’s phone, you’re unable to get even one bar of service. Jake’s luck seems to be much better than yours as a soft “a-ha!” leaves his lips as he holds your phone awkwardly in front of the rear view mirror. 

“You got something?” You lean over to get a look at your phone. 

“It’s a bit slow, but I’ve got it.” He pauses waiting for the directions to load. “Here, Motel California.” 

“You mean like the song?” 

The innocence of your question makes him smile. “That’s Hotel California, darling.” He tilts the phone so you can get a better view. A glimpse of the preview pictures of the motel made the both of your faces drop. “Well, she ain’t pretty, but at least she’s something.” 

You only shrug in agreement. “I guess we have stayed in worse places.” 

“Here, how about you–” Jake is cut off by the sound of your phone chiming. He doesn’t mean to snoop, but the message is right in front of his face. 

It was a text from Pete. 

Are you sure you want to go through with your transfer? 

Jake’s heart drops to the pit of his stomach. He has never felt as hurt and betrayed as he did at this moment. “Transfer? What transfer?” 

Your face falls at Jake’s venom laced words. You have heard him speak this way before–to colleagues who disrespected you at work and even friends who took a joke a step too far– but you have never been on the receiving end of his malice. You know you’ve been caught and you have nothing to say to justify it without giving yourself away. “Jake, I was going to tell you.” 

He drops your phone in the cup holder between the two of you. His face stern as he starts the car and begins driving. 

“Jake,” you start, already feeling the regret seep into your bones. 

“Don’t.” His grip on the steering wheel tightens and so does his jaw. 

“Jake, please. I was going to tell you, I swear–” 

“When? After you get transferred?” He scoffs, his anger fading into disappointment. Jake whispers your name. For the first time since you met him two years ago, he called you by your name. Not Pumpkin, or sweetheart, or darling. “And to think I was proud to call you my partner. I thought we were good together. Clearly I was the only one.” 

“Jake,” you beg. “You know that’s not true.” 

He holds a hand up, silently telling you to stop. If you say anything else he might say something he doesn’t mean. “Just read me the directions. I don’t want to talk about this right now.” 

Respecting his request, you shove down the cries that want to escape you and reach for your phone, weakly directing him to the motel. 

He was quiet tonight. It was another case solved thanks to you and Jake and you were celebrating with a pitcher of beer at one of the honky tonk bars you stumbled upon in the city. 

And Jake was never quiet. Especially after an investigation. He usually talked your ear off about how impressed he was with your skills and you would roll your eyes and give him an equal amount of appreciation. Or he would be going on about the supernatural phenomenon the both of you had just witnessed while you try to debunk it all with scientific jargon. 

The two of you landed an investigation in Texas and on the way there, you have never seen your partner as excited as he was on the plane ride. You thought Jake would already be on the dance floor because this was his element. Suddenly it was like a switch flipped, and he was no longer comforted by the essence of home. Now he looked like he was ready to take the first flight out of there. 

You desperately wracked your mind through the events of the past few days, nitpicking every moment you spent with him. You were hoping you could find the moment where his childlike excitement turned to absolute dread. 

It hit you then–the moment he changed. The abandoned warehouse on 5th Street where you ran into one of his old colleagues, Daniel Callaghan. Callaghan’s department was also doing some investigating of their own, causing you guys to cross paths. 

Callaghan was the type of man you were attracted to in your field. Tall, level headed, believed facts over fiction. He was everything Jake was not. Maybe in another time, you would have found yourself gravitating towards someone like Callaghan, but not this time. Instead, you saw him as arrogant, stuck up, and a misogynist when it came to his comments about you. 

You had only responded to him with a scoff and the finger to which Callaghan found amusing. Jake, on the other hand, wasn’t as pleased and told Callaghan to knock it off. That made the tension between the two skyrocket, leaving you in the middle of what felt like a masculinity contest.

You were just about ready to leave, gently grasping Jake’s forearm and motioning for him to follow you out. The two of you were nearly out of earshot when Callaghan called out your name. 

“Be careful with him out there, Pumpkin.” The way he says your nickname, the one only ever reserved for Jake’s lips alone, makes you feel nauseous. “They don’t call him the Hangman for nothing.” 

Jake had tensed in your hold and since that encounter, he hadn’t been the same. 

You wanted your bubbly and enthusiastic partner back, not whoever this was in his place. 

You clear your throat in an attempt to catch Jake’s attention. His gaze stays concentrated on the ring of condensation forming around his cup. 

You turn your body to face him instead. Reaching a hand out, you ghost it over his shoulder. You barely touch him when you’re pulling back like he burned you. 

After a moment of deep contemplation you finally ask him, point blank. “What’s going on with you?” 

He looks up, feigning confusion. “Nothing. Why?” His eyes darted back to the glass in his hand. 

“Bullshit.” You take the cup from his hands, eliciting a gasp of surprise from him. 

He knew you could be blunt when you wanted to be. Jake should’ve known you would notice something was going on with him. “It’s nothing you need to worry about, Pumpkin.” 

His words make you frown. Why was he so adamant on shutting you out after trying so hard to pry you open? “Hey, do you remember what you told me on the first case we worked together? You told me that we need to learn how to trust each other because we’re partners and partners have got each other’s backs. Always. This is me having your back, Jake.” You sigh, looking into his green eyes that looked glossy under the lights. “I’m not the easiest person to talk to or be around sometimes. But you’ve taught me that opening up to people isn’t the worst thing in the world. I know that you trust me out there, so please, trust me here too.” 

Jake wished he could tell you he wasn’t acting the way he was because he didn’t trust you. No, that wasn’t it at all. He trusted you with his entire being. There was no doubt about that. It’s what was bothering him that had him drawing away from you. He didn’t want you to see him differently. He didn’t want you to think you couldn’t trust him anymore. The guilt that courses through him is overwhelming. When he told you to trust him on that first day together, it was because he didn’t want you to see him like everyone else did. He wanted to make sure that you knew, he wouldn’t let anything happen to you. If he tells you what’s on his mind, you’re going to doubt everything he ever told you. 

The way you’re looking at him, with soft eyes and a gentle smile, makes his icy exterior melt. You always managed to make him feel like you could see right through him. After confessing what’s on his mind, things between you two might never be the same. Jake won’t blame you for it though. This was all on him. Him and Callaghan for opening his stupid mouth. 

He knows he won’t be able to fool you. So he takes a deep breath, preparing himself for imminent loss.“I know you heard what Callaghan called me. Are you not wondering what he meant by that?” 

The genuine confusion on your face makes his chest ache even more. “What, Hangman? I mean I heard him, but I didn’t think much of it.” 

Jake won’t meet your eye, not when he’s making this part of him known. “Hearing that name, being called that again sent me back to a time I wish I could forget. Callaghan reminded me that no matter how hard I try, I’m still the guy I was four years ago.” 

“Who were you, Jake?” 

The rain still hadn’t stopped when you arrived at the motel. Even in his anger, Jake was ever the gentleman–opening the car door for you and shielding you from the downpour with his jacket. However, he hadn’t looked at you nor spoken a word to you once since the revelation that you may be transferring departments. 

You hated yourself for keeping this from him. You swore you were going to tell him, you were just waiting for the right time. Unfortunately that time never came, and Pete beat you to it. The look of betrayal and hurt on Jake’s face upon receiving the news was enough to make you reconsider your decision. In all honesty, you were still undecided on where you stood with the idea of transferring. From Jake’s outright dismissal of your presence, you found it harder to decide. 

The sound of someone calling your name, pulls you from your thoughts as you see Jake looking at you with a frown. You never thought it was possible to crave someone’s smile as much as you do now. You missed the way his eyes would crinkle at the corners and light up like a child on Christmas morning and the adorable dimple on the left side of his lips that you most definitely did not think about every single night before bed. A whole hour hasn’t even passed since the drive from the bar and yet you found yourself missing him as if he has been gone for months.

Instead he continued to stare at you with that stoic expression on his face, one you only saw once back when you were in Texas. There was only one other person you could remember that Jake faced with that expression and it made you sick knowing you might just be the second one. 

All he did was beckon for you with a nod of his head as you quickly thanked the employee at the front desk, who barely acknowledged you, before scurrying after Jake. 

Waiting for the elevator timidly behind Jake gave you a moment to fully take in your surroundings. You were so focused on Jake that you hardly realized he had already checked you both into the motel and that you had been in the lobby for a good ten minutes. 

You’ve been to a lot of unsettling places since the beginning of your partnership with Jake. Each with their own feelings of heaviness, despair, and discomfort from the supposed entities that inhabited the space. You blamed it on your own psychological expectations of the places, but this time you had nothing to blame it on other than your own feelings of unease. 

You shifted on your heels behind Jake, clutching your overnight bag tighter over your shoulder. The hairs on the back of your neck rose at the sudden chill that overcame your body. Strange that only the back of your neck felt cold, compared to the rest of you that was burning up. It was almost as if a hand brushed against your neck with ice cold fingertips. 

Looking over your shoulder, you expect to see a fan or perhaps an A/C unit but you are met with nothing but the wall. You feel the prick at your neck once more, only this time, your heart rate begins to speed up as you suddenly feel like you were being watched. You shake your head, reminding yourself that it was just your imagination. With the way motel management clearly hadn’t bothered to renovate the place since the 60s, you forced yourself to believe that it was merely an old building. Nothing more. 

Yet the itch to reach out and hang onto Jake’s arm for comfort didn’t cease, even as you reassured yourself that it was all in your head. 

The elevator ride to the third floor was filled with heavy silence. The unease you carried didn’t leave you even as you left the ground floor. It seemed to have followed you into the elevator and all the way up. 

The strength of the feeling made your arms prick with goosebumps as you followed Jake with your chin down, staring intently at the backs of his heels. 

Jake makes an abrupt stop at the end of the hallway and if it weren’t for your hyper fixated gaze on his shoes, you probably would have ran right into his back. He takes a heavy sigh before turning to glance over his shoulder at you. 

His green eyes, void of emotion, meet yours. “The concierge said they only had one room left for the night, so we’re gonna have to share.” 

You swallow the urge to scoff at the blatant lie that the motel only had one room available, for it was evident that the place was hardly full by their near empty parking lot. You keep this thought to yourself and nod, not wanting to give Jake another reason to be upset at you.

Stepping into the room, your nose wrinkles at the smell of stale wood and moist mold. You’re hesitant to even lay your bag onto the armchair that sat in the corner of the room. That also looked like it hadn’t been touched in years. 

You hear Jake gently close the door behind you and take in the room as well. He has the exact same reaction as you–his face twisting into a sour expression before letting out a frustrated sigh. 

An awkward laugh leaves your lips in an attempt to lighten the unsaveable somber mood. “At least you’ll have the bed to yourself.” 

Jake’s brows furrow at your insinuation and he shakes his head in disagreement. “What makes you think I’m gonna let you sleep on the floor?” 

You shrug. “What makes you think I would let you sleep on the floor?” 

Sharing a room with Jake wasn’t unknown territory. Sharing a room with one bed however, was a different story. 

“Yeah, no. That’s not happening. I’m sleeping on the floor and that’s final.” Jake’s hands rest on his hips like a mother scolding her children. His stance makes you giggle, pulling a small smile to his lips. 

The previous air that surrounded the two of you seemed to dissipate, if only for a little bit. You would take what you could get, wishing what happened hours ago was magically wiped from Jake’s memory. 

“Seriously? You’ve been complaining about your back hurting for weeks now! The floor isn’t going to make you feel any better.” You mimic his posture, desperate to get another smile out of him. 

His lips grow wider. “Well, what do you suggest we do then? My ma would kill me if she ever found out I let a lady sleep on a motel floor.”

Fiddling with your fingers, you try your last attempt at extending an olive branch of apology towards him. “I mean, we could always…” You trail off, figuring that he would understand what you’re suggesting. 

You regret the moment the words leave your mouth because the look on Jake’s face falls back into that guarded disposition. 

The lightness of before disappears just as fast as it came, making the weight on your shoulders drop. You silently curse yourself, wishing you had just shut your mouth and kept quiet. 

“I don’t think that would be a good idea.” His gaze darts to the floor. “Take the bed. I’ll be fine on the floor.” 

You step forward, ready to argue once more, when he scurries quickly into the bathroom and shuts the door roughly behind him. You settled at the foot of the bed, burying your face in your hands in an attempt to stop the tears that threatened to fall down your cheeks. 

In the end, this was your fault. You were the one who was a coward. The one who ran away when things got scary. When things got real. You’d think Jake’s withdrawal from you would be a good thing–that it would lessen the pain of you leaving. But just because you had wanted to leave did not mean you wanted to cut off his friendship. Now, you didn’t even have that. 

You couldn’t sleep knowing that you were marked. You had stayed up all night last night just trying to put together some rational explanation for the sudden appearance of scars on the back of your neck but it was no use. Whatever this was, science couldn’t provide you any comfort. 

Even so, you still wouldn’t believe in whatever it was that Jake thought was going around killing innocent women. He swore up and down that it was some paranormal entity with ill intentions. He even went as far as saying it might be a demon. 

That made you scoff and roll your eyes until you woke up with the same mark that was found on the five victims’ bodies before their deaths. You knew a lot about coincidence, but this was a pattern. No matter how the mark had gotten onto your skin, the evidence just shows that you were next. You were going to die. 

A soft knock on your door makes your heart jump out of its ribcage. You clumsily reach for the first thing you find to defend yourself and raise it over your shoulder. The paranoia was getting to you and you didn’t even think of checking through the peephole before throwing open the door and swinging at the person on the other side. 

“Pumpkin, hey! It’s just me!” Jake stood at your door in nothing but an old t-shirt and flannel pants as he ducked and backed away from your swinging arm. “Put the lamp down, you’re okay.” 

You hardly register Jake’s voice, keeping your arm raised trepidatiously. 

His lips tilt down as he takes a step forward with his hands in front of him. “It’s okay, I promise,” he speaks gently. Jake nods, slowly reaching out to take the lamp from your grip. 

Your hand tightens when he tugs on it and he nods reassuringly, using his other hand to delicately cup your cheek. 

At the contact, you release a long breath, dropping your shoulders and letting him completely take your makeshift weapon away from you. 

He ushers you inside and carefully closes the door so he doesn’t startle you. Jake felt like something was wrong with you after finding out about the mark. No matter how many times you reassured him you were fine, even playing the skeptic card didn’t stop him from seeing the genuine fear in your eyes. 

Jake knew your relationship with the work the two of you did was complicated. Despite everything you’ve seen, you weren’t exactly a believer of the explanations behind the cases you solved. You helped Jake with the investigations and the small details he tended to miss, but in the end he was the one who called the case a supernatural occurrence. You balanced him out in a way, pointing out when he was too far gone and more logical reasonings sat right in front of him. Other times you challenged him and forced him to think outside the box. The two of you work in harmony together, making each other one hell of a team. 

But not once since the start of your partnership, had Jake ever seen you this shaken up. He was afraid that you were going to shut him out again because of it. Jake knew more than anyone how paralyzing fear could become. He knew how lonely being afraid could be. Which is why he found himself knocking on your door in the dead of night. Unbeknownst to you, you weren’t the only one experiencing fear. 

When Jake found out that you were marked, he had never felt such intense fear and worry in his life. Hearing stories of being marked was one thing, experiencing it with someone he cared dearly about was another. 

The dark purple hue beneath your eyes and your lack of attentiveness didn’t go unnoticed by Jake. No matter how much you tried to play off your worry, he could see right through you. Jake always could. 

“Pumpkin…” he starts, eyes sad and full of concern. 

“I’m fine, Jake.” You could feel his stare on the back of your head but you refuse to acknowledge him. 

“It’s okay not to be, God knows I’m not,” Jake admits, taking another step closer to you. He needs you to know that you’re not alone in this. 

That makes you scoff. “Why? You’re mark free. You have nothing to worry about in the first place. Being a man and all, because when do men have to worry about anything?” 

Jake stays silent, letting you stew in your anger. You have every right to be angry, he doesn’t blame you for taking it out on him. In fact, he lets you. 

You tighten your grip against the old wooden desk in front of you, staring at the makeshift evidence board you’ve created in your room. “Did you know that just because I’m a woman, I’m already more likely to be a target for a murder? And that’s discounting my occupation. Even now, whoever or whatever is leaving behind a string of bodies is targeting women. And we don’t even know what’s causing these deaths. It is so horrid just thinking that even these so-called supernatural forces, that we have no scientific explanations for,  have some kind of vendetta towards women. So if you came here to sympathize with me and tell me some bullshit about understanding what I’m going through, you can leave. Because you don’t. You never will.” 

Jake lets your words seep into him, trying to fully understand where all of your hurt is coming from. He has two younger sisters, both of which he loved and protected fiercely from the world because of the absence of his father. He knew how scary the world could be for them, but you were right, he would truly never understand it to the extent that you guys would. He wishes there was something he could do or say to make things better, but there’s not. There isn’t a thing in the world that would make any of this better. 

Instead, he sauntered over to where you stand in front of the desk, eyeing your evidence board carefully. “There’s something missing here,” Jake taps the wall with the knuckle of his finger. “Between the woman’s time of death and when the authorities actually find the body. The body looks so… different from what’s actually described as her cause of death.” 

“Well, hopefully you’ll be able to figure that out when it happens to me,” you grumble before running a hand down your face and collapsing onto the edge of your bed. 

Your despair and hopelessness is what breaks him. Jake gets on his knees in front of you and pulls your hands away from your face, firmly gripping onto your knees. “Don’t say that. Don’t you dare even think it. We’re going to figure this out, okay? You and me. I will figure this out if it’s the last thing I do.” 

“Jake…” 

“No, hey, listen.” He is stern. Stern, yet gentle in his words. “We’re partners and we’ve got each other’s backs, remember? I’m not just going to let you die. It’s you and me, always.” 

Tired of fighting your exhaustion and denying just how terrified you are, your facade breaks–and so does the dam holding your tears at bay. Reaching to hold onto his hands tighter, you sob softly, “You promise?” 

“I promise, Pumpkin.” 

That’s all it takes for you to slide off the bed and onto your knees as you fall into Jake’s chest. Your shoulders shake in fear, but also relief from being in Jake’s arms. There was no certainty in his statement, yet you believed him wholeheartedly. For some reason you had faith that he would figure this out. That he wouldn’t leave you alone in this. 

Jake shushes you softly, cradling your head on his shoulder and rubbing a comforting hand up and down your back. He meant every word he said. He would go through hell and back if it meant keeping you from harm’s way. Though neither of you would admit it, you guys needed each other. In the field and off of it. 

Ever since you walked into his life, it was as if his career didn’t exist before you. He had no recollection of how he used to work when you weren’t his partner. The only thing he could see was you by his side for everything. Jake wished he could tell you this upright, but he’s afraid of scaring you away even more. 

But with the way you held his shirt tighter, it gave him the slightest bit of hope that maybe you needed him just as much as he needed you. 

You wake to the sound of thunder rattling the room. Out of pure instinct your hand shoots to the back of your neck, rubbing your thumb back and forth on the marred skin there. It was some kind of defense mechanism you had developed since the incident. A lame attempt at protecting yourself, you assumed. 

Turning over onto your side, you blindly grab for your phone on the bedside and squint your eyes to view the time. 

3:39am 

A groan escapes you, as you roll onto your back and throw an arm over your eyes. Another crash of thunder makes your heart jump and you jolt up. You’re breathing heavily as you pull your covers up to your chest. It was just thunder. There was no need for you to be so afraid. After releasing a deep sigh, you lay back down on your side. Curious to see if Jake had woken up from the commotion outside, you peek over the side of the bed only to be met with Jake’s vacant makeshift bed. 

The bathroom door was wide open and you doubted that he was out on the balcony. With your room key in hand, you don’t even think twice before bolting out of bed in nothing but your pajamas and into the hallway. 

The yellow hallway lights are blinding at first glance and you attempt to blink yourself awake. “Jake?” You call out into the hallway, not caring for waking up any other guests of the motel. Worry for your partner clouded your better judgment and you found yourself running down the hall with no clue where you were going. 

Movement in your peripheral has you swiftly turning towards the second outlet of the hallway where you see Jake walking away. 

“Jake!” You continue to follow him. He doesn’t even flinch at the sound of his name, and your worry is quickly replaced with anger. You knew he was probably still mad at you from the sudden news of your transfer, but he was being an immature asshole for making you chase him down a hallway. 

You pick up your pace, following after him with  newfound determination. When you got your hands on him you swore you were going to give him a piece of your mind. No matter how fast you walk, however, the further it seemed that you got from him. It was as if the hallway was stretching in size, progressively getting longer the closer you got to Jake. 

That feeling of dread, the one that prickled at the skin of your neck and made your hands clammy took over. That feeling that told you something was wrong. You were suddenly snapped into work mode, your senses more alert than ever. 

Those eyes you thought you felt on you earlier in the lobby returned, causing you to turn around to look for the culprit when you are met with nothing. A chill from behind you makes you whirl around again. Still, nothing. 

“You can’t save him.” 

The eerie whisper in your right ear sends you running. It sounded as ordinary as a whisper during the game of telephone, soft and deliberate. But it made you feel so unsettled that you thought you might vomit from all the nerves it ticked off. 

You don’t look back as you rush down the hallway, brushing your fingertips across the scratchy red wallpaper to keep yourself grounded. To remind yourself that you were here and not in some twisted dream. 

Too caught up in your desperation to escape, you remember the reason why you were out here in the first place. 

Jake. 

On cue, that disembodied voice echoes in your mind. “You can’t save him.” 

Was Jake the one the voice was talking about? That you wouldn’t be able to save him? Save him from what? 

You’re stuck. You swore you were going insane. You let your imagination run wild and now you were imagining things. All of Jake’s crazy stories were finally getting to you. And yet… 

What if this wasn’t your imagination? What if Jake was really in trouble? 

He would believe the voice and find you. That is what he’d do. He would follow his gut, and if there was anything you knew about Jake’s hunches it was that they were almost always right. You had to find him, even if this was your mind playing tricks on you, you had to go after him. It’s what he would do for you. 

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Jake woke up to the sound of his name being called. He shot up from the floor, immediately knowing that voice. It was the voice that echoed through his head in his nightmares, the one that haunted him in the middle of the night–and it was the one that was calling out to him now. 

“Jake!”  

He hears its pleas clear as day, begging for him to come save them. 

“Jake!” 

Jake scrambles to his feet, not caring about his shoes nor grabbing his room key because the second Jake walks out that door, he is no longer in the motel. Rather, he is in a place he recognizes all too well. 

Riley Mulder, his ex-partner, was screaming at him from the depths of the underground subway tunnel system they were investigating. 

Strange activity and a mysterious substance running down the cement walls wasn’t enough to get their team on the case, it was the murder. 

The victim, petrified in fear, like a statue in Medusa’s garden, lay paralyzed on the abandoned train tracks and covered in that mysterious goo. 

The sounds of his partner echo again and Jake finds himself running towards the sound. 

“Riley! Riley, I’m coming!” Jake shouts in a panic, sprinting down the dark tunnel. 

Jake curses himself for not remembering to bring a flashlight with him as he stumbles over another rail.  

He could see Riley’s silhouette in the distance, yet no matter how fast he ran, Jake didn’t seem to be getting any closer to him. 

“Riley!” He calls again, tripping and falling onto the ground in full force. 

Jake lands on something sticky beneath him and he picks up his hands to wipe it on his shirt. His heart jumps out of his chest at the sight below him. 

It was Riley. His skin was ice cold, and he was frozen in a state of fear. His mouth was wide open and his hands were blocking his eyes—his eyes that Jake was sure would be hollow if he could see them. 

He feels like he’s going to be sick as he scrambled as far away from him as possible. 

The shadow of a person behind him causes him to look over his shoulder. The sight before him fills him with dread. “No,” he mutters. “No, Pumpkin, you gotta get out of here. You’re not supposed to be here.” 

“I’m here because of you,” you hiss. Your voice is filled with venom, harsh in a way that isn’t yours. 

Deep down, he knows you aren’t really here. That he isn’t really here. But everything feels so real, throwing all rationale out the door. You are here. He is here. And you were right, it’s because of him. 

“Riley is here because of you. Riley is dead because of you.” You take a menacing step closer to him as Jake shakes his head in fear. “Because you were too much of a coward to stick around. You left him behind, left him…hanging. That is how you got your nickname isn’t it? Hangman?” 

Jake pales. Hearing that name out of your mouth, a name that he detests more than anything, hurts him. He remembers the night he told you with a heavy heart the origins of his nickname. He wasn’t proud of it, and he expected you to hate him for it. He wasn’t expecting for you to give him your full and complete trust. That was the night the two of you truly became partners. No more secrets, well, except one. 

“No, that’s not what… I’m not–” he stutters. His heart pounds in his chest, as he takes another step backward. Why were you doing this? Why were you hurting him this way? 

“How does it feel to be the one left out to dry, huh? Sorry I didn’t tell you about my transfer sooner. I just wanted to hurt you just as bad as you hurt Riley because you don’t deserve me, Jake Seresin. Being your partner is only going to get me killed and I know that. So I thought I’d save myself before you could.” 

Jake shuts his eyes, bringing his fisted hands to his temples. “Stop,” he pleads. You were right. He knew you were right. But he didn’t think he’d ever actually hear you say it. 

“You couldn’t save him and you can’t save me.” 

The two of you are on the roof of a building now, startling Jake slightly. He watches you take a step towards the edge of the roof and his heart jumps. “Pumpkin, what are you doing?” 

“This is all your fault,” you whisper, taking another step back. 

He reaches out desperately, trying to hold onto your hand. “Please.” 

Your wide eyes meet his and for a moment he swears your fingertips touched his. He tries to grab you, but you slip right through his fingers and right off the ledge. 

Jake can’t hear anything other than his own screams as his knees hit the concrete. 

“This is all your fault.” He picks up his head to see Riley’s face, gray and jaw wide open just like it was in his last moments. 

This time, he’s not afraid. A feeling of calm washes over him suddenly. Acceptance of his fate. You were right. He doesn’t deserve you. He couldn’t even save you in the end. Now you were gone, and there was nothing he could do about it. 

He couldn’t save Riley. 

He couldn’t save you. 

And there’s no one to save him. 

“This is all my fault.” 

“It’s okay, Jake,” Riley comforts him. “You can let go.” 

Something compels him to stand on the ledge where you once were. Jake nods, taking in a deep breath before stepping forward. He’s no longer afraid. 

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If the exit door leading to the roof had not been flung wide open, you wouldn’t have even thought to check up there. What would Jake even be doing up there on the roof? You had no idea. But your gut was telling you something about this place wasn’t right and that you needed to grab Jake and get out of there as fast as possible. 

You curse softly to yourself for not bothering to put on any shoes or even throwing on a jacket as the rain continued to pour outside. Jake didn’t have any on either, making you feel even more on edge than you thought possible. 

Jake was always particular about those things. He claimed to have sensitive soles and would never be caught dead walking around in bare feet unless he was at the beach. Even then, his toes would curl up uncomfortably at the feeling of the individual grains rubbing against his skin. 

Everything he did tonight was out of character and you doubted it was still because of the news of your transfer. 

A shiver crawls its way up your spine upon setting your sights on Jake and it was not just because of the rain. The state he was in pulled a gasp from your lips as you raised a hand to cover your mouth. His back was turned to you so you could see the outline of his muscles through his soaking wet white sleep tee. As you recalled, he was barefoot as he stood on the ledge of the roof. 

You didn’t understand what he was doing there so close to the edge. One wrong step and he would fall. You didn’t want to startle him into accidentally losing his balance so you carefully make your way forward until you’re standing right behind him. 

Jake was still unaware of your presence as he continued to stand still. You apprehensively wrap your hand around his wrist and gently tug him back towards you. His body moves like a rag doll, almost as if he were in such a relaxed state that he was no longer controlling his limbs. 

“Jake, what the hell are you doing out here?” You ask him as you use your other hand to grab his other arm and bring him down. 

It was like his body was on autopilot as he followed your guidance robotically. Your heart starts to race at the sight of him. His green eyes were looking right back at you, however there was absolutely no recognition behind them. Almost like he didn’t even see you. 

“Jake?” You call out once you notice he has started mumbling something under his breath. 

You could barely hear him over the sound of the rain but you caught a string of words that sounded like, Riley, my fault, and let go. 

Your heart drops to your stomach at the sound of his ex-partner’s name. You knew what happened with Riley and you knew that Jake still felt guilty about it no matter how much you tried to convince him that it wasn’t his fault. 

“Jake?” You say again, with much more force this time. Cupping his face in your hands, you lightly shake him, desperate to break him from whatever trance he was in. 

You wracked your brain in an attempt to understand what was happening. Was he sleepwalking? Jake hasn’t had any previous history of sleepwalking but that was the only thing you could conclude with the way he was acting. 

You rub your thumbs softly against the apples of his cheeks and his wet skin, frowning at how cold to the touch he feels. “Jake, I’m gonna bring you back to bed, okay?” You don’t know why you’re even telling him this since he can’t even hear a word you are saying. You grab him by the hand once more and turn around when you feel him tug you back. 

You look at him over your shoulder to see his feet still planted firmly on the ground beneath him. He is still looking at you, but gone is that neutral look on his face. It was replaced with a look that made you feel uncomfortable under his gaze. He was smirking–a look that wasn’t uncommon on Jake’s face. The glint in his green eyes that seemed to have darkened under the pale moonlight held something more unnatural. A look you would describe as sinister. 

His grip on your hand tightened and you had to stop yourself from squeaking out in pain. “Jake, what are you doing? Let me go, that hurts.” 

Jake’s smirk grows. “Stupid girl, Jake’s not home right now.” 

The voice that comes out of his mouth is hardly his. It’s low and unlike the Southern timbre you’ve grown so used to. It felt almost sickening to listen to. It made your heart race and tripped the danger signals in your head. “This isn’t funny, Jake.” Your voice fades at the end of your sentence despite how hard you try to keep your fear at bay. “Seriously, that’s enough.” 

He laughs mockingly. The sound makes your skin erupt in goosebumps and you tug on your hand to try to get out of his hold. “What makes you think this is a joke? I told you. Jake’s not home right now. He’s busy. Busy letting go.” 

You shake your head in denial. You know what this is. Jake has told you about this before. You’ve even seen it once yourself in a previous case that you concluded to be mass hysteria and sleepwalking. The word is on the forefront of your mind but you refuse to acknowledge it. 

“Acknowledgement makes it real,” you could hear Jake’s voice in your head. “You’ve got to start working on that.” 

You couldn’t. Acknowledging it made this situation real. It made everything you refused to believe in, refused to see the truth in, real. That just made this predicament ten times more frightening. 

“What does that mean?” You conclude that you won’t acknowledge it, but you would play his game like you would with a perp in the field. Goad him on, keep him talking in hopes that you could figure out his motive. 

“Jake is a suffering soul and you are the reason why his pain is too much to bear. He needs to let go so he can be free of the burdens you’ve placed upon him. I’m here to make sure he does without you getting in the way.” 

Jake, or not Jake, uses one arm to push you back onto the floor with an inhumane bout of brute force that makes your back ache. Your mistake was trying to use your arm to catch yourself. As if the immediate burning pain wasn’t enough, the sickening sound of a crack echoes in your ears as you hit the ground. 

You cry out before falling onto your shoulder and cradling your arm with your other hand. The tears that begin to gather in your eyes are from all the emotions rolling through you at once. Fear, regret, pain, but most of all, guilt. 

“I have to free him, just like the others.” Not Jake speaks before turning around and robotically walking back towards the ledge. 

You had to stop him. “The others? What others?” You call out, voice strained due to the feeling that your arm was on fire. 

“The others that were suffering!” He turns back around to face you. “I had to take over and relieve them from the pain that has been inflicted upon them before I could take care of the source of their pain.” 

“Take care of it, how?” 

“You’ll see. You are next after all.” A menacing smile pulls at Jake’s lips and the reality of your situation finally sinks in. 

There was not a single skeptic bone in your body as you finally accepted your job and what you do. Each moment of solving case after case with Jake became even more real as you thought of them one by one. You went through the catalog of supernatural explanations for each one before landing on the one that was being displayed right in front of you. Seeing it in the eyes of someone you loved was something you could no longer deny. 

Possession. Jake was possessed. He was possessed by some sick spirit that thought they were helping rid Jake of his pain. 

Your tears mix with the rain droplets on your cheeks as you beg for Jake to look at you. He couldn’t hear you, you knew that, but you had to do something to get his attention back on you. The spirit in Jake’s body was leading him back to the ledge. 

Watching Jake take another step closer to the edge of the rooftop finally made you understand what the spirit was doing. Ridding them of their misery. The entity was going to make Jake step off the ledge. 

You couldn’t take your eyes off Jake as you pushed yourself with all the strength you had off the floor with your good arm. What did Jake say could take victims out of a possession? 

You stare at the pair of lovers with watery eyes as they embrace each other tightly. “How did he do it?” 

“Do what?” Jake asks, looking at you with his arms crossed. 

“Snap her out of it. I really thought she was a lost cause.” 

He shrugs. “Easy. He just reminded her of who she is and what she’s living for. It’s cheesy but the power of love is not to be underestimated.” 

You scoff with an amused smile on your lips. “Whatever, Celine Dion.” 

You rush forward, grabbing him by the arm and forcefully bringing him back off the ledge to face you. “Jake, you are stronger than whatever this is. You’re Jake Seresin, FBI Special Agent for the X-Files. You are the smartest guy I know and maybe even the funniest, but don’t tell Bradshaw.” 

Jake, or whatever is possessing him, contorts his features so Jake is smiling down at you in amusement. Not the playful kind that you’re used to, but a more unsettling one. “That’s cute, Pumpkin. But what you’re doing is not gonna work.” 

You hold onto Jake’s arm with as much strength as you have, not caring if it might bruise him later. Bruising is the least of your worries. You ignore the bile that pushes itself up your throat at the sound of your nickname being tainted by something that isn’t even Jake. 

“You are confident and a little too arrogant sometimes, but I wouldn’t have you any other way. You are my best friend and my partner.” You sniffle, as you look into his clouded eyes. “And I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not telling you about my transfer and I’m sorry for even doing it in the first place. The truth is, I did it because I was afraid. I was afraid of how attached I have become to you. I was afraid that at any moment something bad would happen and I would lose you. But most of all, I was afraid because I love you.” 

You scan his features, desperate for a sign that he heard you. 

“I love you, Jake Seresin and I was afraid that I do. I have never felt this way before towards anyone and I was scared. Working with you became too much and for a moment, I thought that transferring would save me from the inevitable heartbreak once I realized that you would never feel the same about me. But Jake, it’s okay. It’s not your fault. 

I love you and I need you to come back to me because I realized, I don’t think I could really live without you in my life. I need you like I need air to breathe, Jake Seresin. You are everything to me. I need you to come back to me and when you do, I promise I’ll stay, even if you don’t love me back. As long as you’re still in my life, I’m good. That is all I need. So please, please be strong and fight this for me. I know you’re in there and that you can hear me. I know you can. Fight it, Seresin. Beat that old spirit’s ass.” 

It feels like an eternity before he finally comes to. You had seen the shift in his gaze after the second “I love you,” but you still kept going. Just in case he needed reassurance. Just in case he didn’t believe you. 

The moment was subtle, just as it had been the first time you witnessed a possession. It wasn’t anything flashy like the media portrayed it to be. There was no screaming, no bodies defying gravity, and no latin phrases or priests in sight. 

It was the gasp of air Jake took before falling forward and into your arms. It was the cold of his skin turning warm again. It was the way he cried as his own arms wrapped around your body. He was here and he was home. 

You are careful of your injured arm as you slowly lower the two of you onto the ground. The rain, you’ve noticed, had finally ceased to a stop leaving you and Jake sitting in a puddle. Though neither of you cared as you were both sopping wet anyways. 

You cradle his head into the crook of your neck and sigh in relief with a cry of your own. Jake’s arms tighten around your middle and you kiss his wet hair. 

“It’s okay, baby. You’re okay. You’re here,” you whisper into his ear. 

You don’t know how long has passed until Jake finally says something to you, but you don’t care. You’d hold him for as long as he needed. 

“Did you mean it?” He croaks, looking up at you with sad eyes. “Did you mean what you said?” 

You knew what he was really trying to ask. Were they not just empty words to get me out of my head?  

You brush his cheek with your knuckle. “Every single word. I love you, Jake. I love you so much and I am so sorry for everything I have done to make you think otherwise.” 

The smile that falls on his face makes the heaviness of before melt away. You no longer felt cold and damp from the warmth of his smile. One that was so unlike the one he had given you when he was possessed. 

This was your Jake, the one you loved. 

“I love you, Pumpkin. You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say it,” he confesses. 

“Are you serious?” You let out a watery laugh of disbelief. 

He nods. “I love you. I love you so fucking much it hurts sometimes.” 

A smile of your own graces your lips as you lean your forehead against his. “Kiss me, Jake. Please, I don’t think I can wait any longer.” 

The kiss is everything you thought it would be and more. His lips feel like home as they meet yours in a dance that shouldn’t feel as familiar as it already does. It felt like a dance you’ve done a million times before. It was a dance you would do a million times again. 

“Please don’t transfer. Please don’t leave me, baby,” Jake begs as he releases your lips. 

You could cry from how desperate he sounds. You did that. You instilled that doubt in him. So you’ll prove to him that you’re here to stay, no matter how long it takes. “I’m staying. I promise. Jake, I don’t think I could leave you even if I tried.” 

That’s all it takes for Jake’s lips to meet yours in another round of passionate kisses. 

You shift in his hold, whimpering when you feel a sharp pain in your arm from when you fell. With all the adrenaline wearing off, you can feel the ache of your split bone. 

“Shit, Pumpkin.” Jake reluctantly pulls away. He looks down at you before making contact with your arm that you cradle back to your chest. “Darling, you’re hurt. We need to get you to the hospital.” 

He must think you’re crazy by the way you shake your head and try to keep him down with you. “Not yet.” 

“But baby, your arm—“ 

“My arm can wait,” you hum. “Let me keep you to myself for a bit. Just me and you.” 

Jake nods, falling back against you carefully. “Just me and you. Hey, Pumpkin?” 

“Hm?” 

“Thank you for saving my life.” 

Your smile is bright enough to rival that of the now rising sun. “Thank you for saving mine.” 

Six Months Later 

“I’m surprised you even wanted to come back here,” Natasha looks to the duo beside her with surprise. 

You’re smiling proudly up at Jake who has his arm securely around your waist as he tucks you into his side. 

“I needed to make sure that it was really done. That they really shut down for good,” Jake replies, looking out to the Motel California that was now officially closed for good after a thorough investigation by their department. 

Turns out, over a dozen helpless travelers and fallen victims to the motel’s sinister spirits. 

Dozens were found dead over the years by what was concluded as self inflicted injuries and unfortunate accidents. 

Upon finding this out, you and Jake had set it onto yourselves to shut down the motel’s business in hopes that no one would fall victim to those spirits again. 

Now, you could only hope that the spirits would stay contained in the now abandoned motel forever. 

The motel held a bittersweet place in both of your hearts. It was the place where you first said “I love you,” but it was also the place where an irreversible tragedy almost occurred. 

The motel served as a turning point in your relationship, but it did not define who the two of you were today. 

“I’m surprised the two of you didn’t take one look at this place and know it was haunted,” Bradley retorts from the other side of Jake. 

Jake elbows Bradley in the stomach causing him to wince over in exaggerated pain. 

You and Natasha giggle at the boys’ exchange, rolling your eyes with amusement. 

“Come on, Bradshaw, let’s give these two a moment of peace.” Nat pulls Bradley by the arm and towards the car. 

Bradley huffs under his breath like a child but complies, dragging his feet behind her.  

“You did good, Jake,” you grin at your boyfriend of six months. 

“Oh, please, that was all you, Pumpkin. I just played puppet for the night.” 

“Yeah, but it was you who pushed for this investigation and for the motel’s closure. That’s more than I did.” 

Jake shakes his head with a laugh and presses a quick kiss to the tip of your nose. “Why don’t we just agree to disagree?” 

You smirk, gazing at him knowingly. “Don’t we always?” 

He leans down to place a real kiss on your lips, one filled with love and a little bit of nostalgia. “That we do, baby.” 

The two of you take a moment before walking back to the car hand in hand. 

“Looks like we’re at it again, Seresin,” you praise. 

He eyes you quizzically with a clear question written on his face. 

“Jake and Pumpkin at it again. Solving cases one supernatural entity at a time.” 

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[conjuremanj]

Spiritual Waters.

On this post I wanted to speak on spiritual waters and colognes these products that I've listed are and have use in different spiritual circles. I think some of this products were added later because of the low cost and having a alcohol base, because alcohol in the south has a lot of uses and could cure most is what my grandparents said🤔😄 But enjoy this post.

Holy Water. Can't get must more powerful thin this as a reverend my self I can tell you it works. This water that has been blessed by an Ordained Priest or a member of the clergy or spirituality ordained person. Used for baptism, spiritual cleansing, to bless individuals, places and objects. To bless or dispell it has many uses.

Florida Water. Actually made in New York it was and still is a male cologne. It was used for a scalp cleaner, a foot cleanser. It has multiple uses it was dubbed paranormal. Now used mostly for spiritual properties, like cleansing, or adding to a wash. It's used to feed your gris gris bag (mojo bag) to keep it going, used to feed the spirit because of the alcohol and is oftentimes used in fire rituals (to stat not to burn), in ceremonies and offerings, venerating our ancestors and the dead. It's a good ingredient used in a African spirituality religion like Vodou or Hoodoo.

Peruvian Florida Water. This cologne is widely used by healers for purification, cleansing, healing, and protection. The Peruvian Florida Water has a sweet, and spicy scent. Different from traditional Florida Water. Because of its sweet scent if a good offering to Erzulie Freda.

Rose Cologne is used for peace and love It can be good to use when working or doing any love and attraction work or used as a offering to a spirit or deity of love. It can be sprinkle around the home or add to your mop with water for attraction.

Kolonia 1800 Natural Water. This is a nice alternative to Florida Water. It has a more manly scent to it and a different vibration. Used the same way to get rid of any spell and curses on your love life, sex life, or your luck etc. This Kolonia colone also come in different scents like 1800 Tobacco if one likes to work with native american spirits or ancestral spirits because probably 60 to 70% of people or spiritual practices deal with tobacco in some way. It's good for one self.

Kananga Water Cologne. A African word that it comes from Jamaica. Kananga water is mainly used for purification and for departed ancestors. Also dispel dark energy from a room, purification of one's spirit, energy, and ancestral communication.

Orange Blossom Cologne is good to use when you have a business to help draw customers. Sprinkle outside the front door, before opening.

The Siete Macho. Is used for spiritual and emotional guidance. It is also used to block or to send back and reverse negative energy, evil eye, hexes and curses. It has multiple uses.

Reve d'Or Lotion. Used to put an end to adverse conditions and open the way for luck, love, money, and happiness. This perfume scent is good for Erzulie Dantor.

Pompeia. Used in many spiritual baths and rituals, sometimes used in Vodou for love A good scent for Erzulie Freda.

Hoyt's Cologne. This is another good cologne. Is said that it's traditionally used in conjure and hoodoo. I can't really say of that true traditionally what ever was available alcohol wise was used.

LOTION FEUILLES D'HAITI (SIMBI COLOGNE) if you been reading my blog you know Water is part of the life source, and energies. Water is one of the four elements that Vodou initiates are taught to respect as natural spiritual forces; it covered the earth at the beginning of time, and separates the living from the world of the ancestors.

So I wasted to add this spiritual cologne to the list an original formula, created in Haiti by Monsieur Trouillot. It’s made with Saut d'Eau Water is French for "Waterfall" it stand approximately 100 feet high and is the tallest in Haiti.

It also has natural, select Haitian herbs. "Lotion Feuilles" cologne gets its name from "feuilles" which is French for leaves. These potent leaves are used by Vodouisants for their medicinal & therapeutic benefits.

It can also be added to Good Luck, Prosperity & Blessing Baths - there are so many ways to use this and it smells good.

Now there are a lot of simbi products but to get the waters from that fall make it that much more special.

Sandalwood Water. Is one of these items that was give to Christ. It's good if you do a lot of prayer work. Prayer circles, seances, spiritual baths even for ones self. I like the spiritual washes that has sandalwood, or frankincense and myrrh.

7 African Powers Cologne is a popular one.

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[frank-olivier]

IRVA (International Remote Viewing Association, Alamogordo, New Mexico)

Ingo Swann was the discoverer and original developer of the remote viewing protocol. Already a widely-collected artist and an accomplished intuitive, Mr. Swann remote viewed the interior workings of a sophisticated quark detector in the physics department at Stanford University, the report of which attracted the interest of the CIA and led to the founding of the consciousness research program at SRI-International from which the military remote viewing program later sprang. Mr. Swann worked with Dr. Harold Puthoff at the SRI lab to create controlled remote viewing (CRV), which provides the foundation for the majority of remote viewing methods in use today, none of which has been able thus far to surpass it in effectiveness.

Mr. Swann will present a two-part lecture on the history and practice of remote viewing. His historical lectures, titled 'Remote Viewing Viewed from the Outside' and 'Remote Viewing Viewed from the Inside', promise to be exciting and informative.

Ingo Swann: Expanding the Information Base About Remote Viewing (2002)

Part 1: Remote Viewing Viewed from the Outside

Part 2: Remote Viewing Viewed from the Inside

Bill Eagles

Since the 1970s, the American secret service has been intensively researching the existence and possible use of paranormal techniques in intelligence gathering and psychological warfare. The result of years of US Government-funded research at the renowned Stanford Research Institute (SRI) is the technique of Remote Viewing. This technique makes it possible to recognize and describe in detail things, persons, events and places independent of local and temporal boundaries. Dozens of military personnel have been trained as Remote Viewers. The work of these PSI agents is documented in detail in this film. For the first time, Pentagon and Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) senior officers, Stanford Research Institute (SRI) scientists and Remote Viewers talk about the amazing success of this secret military development.

The Real X-Files: America's Psychic Spies (UK, 1993)

Steve Murillo (UPARS, Los Angeles)

Angela Thompson Smith: "High Strangeness" Remote Viewing (September 2015)

Jeffrey Mishlove (New Thinking Allowed)

Paul H. Smith: Remote Viewing of UFOs and other Mysteries (November 2018)

Daz Smith: Ingo Swann's 'Penetration' (November 2021)

ParanormalViewing

Talk with Daz Smith: Ingo - Beyond Penetration (Applied Precognition Project presentation, 2021)

Society for Scientific Exploration

Jessica Utts: Why All Scientists Should Take Psi Seriously (June 2023)

Dr. Harald Puthoff, Dr. Russell Targ (Electronics and Bioengineering Laboratory, Stanford Research Institute, Menlo Park, California)

Magnetometer Experiment with Ingo Swann (April 1976)

In early April 1973, in an effort to emerge from the daily boredom of repetitive testing, Ingo Swann suggested that the he and the SRI team once in a while do something far out, something that might reintroduce a sense of adventure, excitement, and enjoyment.

The planet Jupiter was literally far out. NASA had earlier launched Pioneer 10 and 11 to fly-by that planet, and information telemetered back by the two crafts would undergo technical analyses. Information from Pioneer 10 would commence in September 1973.

The only real difference between Jupiter as a “target,” and mundane target objects in the next room, was its distance from Earth. But for Ingo Swann there was another difference. It would be exciting to try to extend one’s ESP to the planet, a form of remote viewing. Jupiter was more remote than the next room—and there might be a thrill of “traveling” in interplanetary space.

Ingo Swann and Harold Sherman compare notes of their planetary probe of Jupiter over the Phone (April 1973)

Saturday, February 24, 2024

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[ignotabackwoods]

More information on the departments to come.

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Dear Seeker,

We are glad we found you. Our community here at Desolation University of Pseudosciences wish to invite you into our hallowed halls. The staff and students provide a safe space for those looking to broaden their search for knowledge where society and academia had once shut their doors. We have award-winning programs such as Restoring Literature, Criminology, Investigating Paranormal Activity, Insanity, and Performing Arts. These programs and many more offered here at Desolation U are placed into categories that we like to call the Departments. You may find yourself intrigued with any one of our eight departments and for that, we encourage you to look into pursuing an education with us. Each department has its own colourful cast of programs, activities, and students. We are not to be held liable for the actions of our psychology students. Furthermore, do not engage in the activities of our psychology students.

Aside from participating in our prestigious courses, you will also have plenty of opportunities to create lasting bonds with other students in our many interesting clubs, such as The Forest Watcher's club and The Society of Unknown, or even join in student-led events such as the DCC weekly Ouija circle or the three way prank war. Note: do not interfere with the prank war unless you are in one of the participating departments. The students here have cultivated a very vibrant community and leave many ways for everyone to get involved. For legal reasons, most activities performed by our students may not be advertised here, as exposing outsiders to such knowledge has led to side effects beyond human comprehension. Don't let this information scare you, however, as our staff hold a seminar at the beginning of every school year to make sure our students know how to handle the very powerful knowledge we teach.

Highly praised for our ability to summon demons and for keeping our students alive and well despite the horrors, our institution is perfect for all who enter. Desolation U has also received first place awards in confusion, power, and liminality. We also happen to reside in a town. It is a town! You may hear rumours in town about the monsters housed in our walls or our students committing heinous acts of god. We urge you to remember that these are just rumours and should be ignored at all costs. There is a place for everyone in our institution, explore our programs and darken our halls today.

Best regards, Dean Anonymous Iteration Eleven.]

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[itsuki-minamy]

"SIDE GOLD"

PROFILE: SOMEI NAZUMI

* List of Chapters

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Anno

Real name: Somei Nazumi

Terms of address: Boss, Nazumi, "Katashiya"

Origin: Uhijininokami, Suhichininokami ※God of the earth

[PROFILE]

Birthday: 28/01, Aquarius.

Blood type: O

Age: 27 years old (at the beginning of the main story)

[APPEARANCE]

Physique: 1.80 cm in height. Tall and thin. A loin that stretches as if it had a mandrel.

Face, hair: Beautiful eyebrows. Neatly groomed hair.

Attire: A blue uniform, a cap and a rain-covered cloak with the right half open.

Personal effects: Personalized saber. Inscription "Shori". (Administration)

[HABITS, SKILLS]

· Regular step.

· Hides his line of sight in the brim of his cap.

· Analysis of situation and prediction of actions.

[IMPRESSION, OTHER NOTES]

· The image color is "blue".

· The order of a new era that comes from him.

[POSITION, OBJECTIVES]

Holder of the fourth sovereignty "Blue King". Director of the Anti-Singularity organization, the "Fourth Legal Affairs Bureau".

A former army major who worked in the General Staff Office, he is a skilled military bureaucrat nicknamed "Katashiya". After the war, he was assigned to the Ministry of Demobilization. Awakened as the "Blue King" after successfully wooing Chika. Soon after, he visited Daikaku Kokujoji and formed a cooperative relationship with him as a comrade in building a new system.

Since 1948, he has been in charge of general measures against criminals with special abilities as head of the newly established department within the Legal Affairs Agency, the "Fourth Legal Affairs Bureau".

He believes that building a "Slate" system, which he consults with Kokujoji, will open up the future of Japan, a defeated country, and strives to realize it. While supporting Kokujoji as a brain of wisdom in legal development and political strategy, he is also dedicated to expanding the power of the "Fourth Legal Affairs Bureau".

[PERSONALITY, CONDUCT]

The first person is "watashi".

Somei Chika is "Chika-san". Kokujoji Daikaku is "Kokujoji-kun". Polite and rude.

Calm, lucid and natural. He is unperturbed by all things. He likes explanations.

Because he is too biased in his words and actions, on the contrary, they are suspicious of his true intentions and is doubtful.

He has a bit of a lofty attitude towards others, but has no intention of being arrogant.

When he finds something messy, he sulks (Chika says that he seems like a "bit of a spoiled kid").

All of the above can easily be nullified by Chika's words and actions.

He likes to analyze, fix and put things in order, and he calls this job "tidying up".

Although he is a theoretician, he is not conceited and prefers to implement and practice theories in the real world.

Due to his estrangement, his personal connections are not as widespread, but the few connections he does have are extremely strong.

The terms kings and vassals are only considered convenient names in the system and are not taken literally.

During work, including Chika, he draws a line with his subordinates and treats them like a boss.

[ABILITIES, TACTICS]

He has the power to spread blue crystals to clear paranormal phenomena and restore tranquility. As an application, it is also possible to "settle" a person who has lost the balance of power. He clearly recognizes and is aware of the power of the "King", and uses it with considerable precision.

He uses a calm fighting style that combines sophisticated swordsmanship and the power of the "King".

[POWER]

A (Class "King".)

[LIKES]

Chika. Something that has been cut.

All meals made by Chika. Drive a car.

[DISLIKE]

Something that cannot be separated. Undivided.

A human being coming out of chaos.

[HOBBIES]

Clean and order.

Makeover and his imagination. Drive.

[CLAN]

The "Fourth Legal Affairs Bureau".

A powerful newly created organization within the Legal Affairs Agency that "is in charge of the management of peculiar phenomena that are not within the scope of the current law and headlines". Responsible for general measures against criminals with special powers that proliferate in the public, he is also entrusted with executive powers that are outside the scope of his functions. The director is Somei Nazumi. The vice-director is Somei Chika. Currently, they are in the process of recruiting staff, and the total number of employees is less than 30, including office staff.

Currently, their individual fighting power is high, but their group action ability is low. They reside in the annex of the former State Guest House, commonly known as "Seieisha".

All members are vassals of the "Blue King" and use sabers as weapons, a symbol of executive authority (they are free to use it). Because they wear a blue uniform, they are commonly referred to as "blue clothes".

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[murdcrofcrows]

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full name: zelda katherine adair nicknames: tbd gender / pronouns: demi-girl, she/they age & birthday: 30, march 21st occupation: jazz singer at godfather house of blues, ethical hacker affiliation: executioners, vigilante orientation & status: homosexual kinsey scale 6, single strengths: bold, protective, outspoken, friendly, talented weaknesses: overzealous, paranoid, impulsive, sarcastic, rash character inspo: nomi (sense8), darlene (mr. robot), allison hargreeves (the umbrella academy), mika (orphan black), mindy meeks-martin (scream vi), raven reyes (the 100), abby sciuto (ncis), jynn urso (rogue one), fox mulder (the x-files)

- diving deeper

* ◟ : 〔 jasmin savoy brown , demi-woman + she/they 〕 ZELDA ADAIR , some say you’re a THIRTY YEARS OLD lost soul among the neon lights. known for being both BOLD and PARANOID , one can’t help but think of NO COMPLAINTS by NOAH KAHAN when you walk by. are you still a JAZZ SINGER , HACKER / VIGILANTE at GODFATHER HOUSE OF BLUES / EXECUTIONERS, even with your reputation as THE ICARIAN? i think we’ll be seeing more of you and LATE NIGHT CLICKING OF A MECHANICAL KEYBOARD, A FACE ILLUMINATED BY BLUE LIGHT IN AN OTHERWISE DARK ROOM, LIVING MULTIPLE LIVES, EIGHTIES & NINETIES VINTAGE T-SHIRTS, AND INSOMNIA INDUCED BLANKET FORTS & MOVIE MARATHONS, although we can’t help but think of ALLISON HARGREEVES (THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY), DARLENE (MR. ROBOT), MINDY MEEKS-MARTIN (SCREAM VI), NOMI (SENSE8), MIKA (ORPHAN BLACK) whenever we see you down these rainy streets.

BACKGROUND.

tw: infertility

born in roanoke, virginia to ruth and clarence adair. ruth, a teacher, named her zelda katherine after katherine johnson a world renowned mathematician and one of the first african american women to work as a nasa scientist. her father, a senior game developer in his own company, picked zelda after one of his all-time favorite video games that inspired him to create his games and company.

it's safe to say they both expected great things from their only child. they'd wanted more, but as time went on and conditions of the world worsened the subsequent attempts failed. this was something that seemed to upset zelda more than her parents growing up, as it always felt incredibly lonely in her world.

school always went well for zelda in terms of performance. she was exceptionally good in science, math, and technology. computers were her top interest, but she also enjoyed her extracurriculars like theater, choir, and track. she even reinstated and led the paranormal club, another hobby of hers that carried on well past high school.

because of their academic prowess they were able to get a scholarship to nyu and mixed with their college fund it was feasible for her to actually go. it was hard to say goodbye to everything she knew but this was a once in a lifetime opportunity and there wasn't anything truly holding them back except maybe her parents. everyone has to leave the nest eventually, right?

zelda had been excited for college, to be out on her own in a big city and with the freedom to meet new people, learn new things, and maybe start building a life. though she always had a problem with dreaming big and reaching for the stars without a space suit on.

some of the things she hoped for came true, she did learn new things. lots of new things. in fact life became a series of lessons, some good and some bad, that never really stopped. unable to blossom in the social department they focused on their studies and it paid off in the form of a paid internship at stoneage industries. it was there they started on a project, creating a replicant code meant to be able to fulfill a hole similar to the one that was in her own family. perhaps even make it so they could age, and develop just like any other human. give them free will which was against the mold but she didn't care.

unfortunately she wasn't as experienced as she should've been in order to be advancing code like she was trying to do. zelda should've stuck to the basics instead of trying to reach for the stars but she didn't, she wanted to do something great ( and if you ask her, she did ). link was great, his code a little off but that's what made him special - he could ( kind of ) think for himself and even if he had a few bugs, it wasn't like she couldn't fix them. all code had bugs to be worked out.

she didn't get a chance to do that at stoneage, however. in fact, the longer she worked for stoneage the more she realized just how barbaric they were. one thing was certain, there was no way she was going to let them destroy her creation brother, just because his code was a little off - she could fix that, she knew she could. he had feelings, he was her family. so, she quit stoneage and declined continuing on in the masters program at school. her and link found an apartment where they could live in peace ( hopefully ).

each of them were able to get a job at godfather house of blues, that way they could each make money and she could keep an eye out for and on link. she made extra money doing hacker/coding work on the side and in her spare time did a lot of ethical hacking, primarily chasing those trying to hurt others, especially the innocents of the world. like link, like she was once upon a time.

it was through that work she was discovered by the executioners. of course she agreed with their cause and while she'd never work for the government again, she would still like to see the crime in the city stop. her days and nights are spent in a roundabout between all these positions, all the while trying to keep blade runners from catching on to them and still attempting to live a normal life. at this point, though, she had no clue what tomorrow would bring.

QUICK CONNECTIONS.

college friends / rivals

people who knew her when she worked at stoneage

people suspicious of link

fans of jazz music

failed dates ( female only )

best friend (s)

other executioners

replicant sympathizers

HEADCANONS.

lives in a two bedroom apartment with her brother link. she has outfitted the place with a make-shift security system in an attempt to protect them, though it's always a toss-up if link will remember the code or to set it when he leaves.

she can regularly be found on forums online dedicated to paranormal, aliens, conspiracies, and, of course, replicants. the former items have been a lifelong hobby - the latter has been since she created link. she runs a blog specifically themed to paranormal / alien / cryptid stories, sightings, and reports.

zelda fell out of contact with her parents when things really started going south in the world in terms of environment, etc. they refused to leave roanoke and she is afraid she'll never talk to them again.

her hair changes a lot, color, style, etc. some would think it's to evade anyone looking for her and link, but really it's because it's her way of letting out expression or rebelling against society in general

more coming...

#zelda | intro #lawlessintro

[tomtenadia]

Thicker than blood - 18

Hellooo!! So are you ready for another chapter of TTB? From this one the angst is amping up.Sorry.. So, this chapter talks a lot about blood types and transfusions. if you remember high school biology you should be able to follow. Also, while I was writing it I was looking to justify Aelin’s reactions. I did a bit of researching about rare blood types and I hit the jackpot when I discovered the existence of GOLDEN BLOOD. I thought it was perfect to explain the reactions. 

CW: blood

Aelin and Rowan had stayed with her parents until the small hours. The fire department had spotted signed of arson and they had found a small device, a remote detonator and also traces of accelerant. 

The paranormal unit had followed the police and gathered all the evidence for the case. Lorcan had taken seriously her father’s suspicions of Maeve being behind all that. Her hate for the Galathynius was of public knowledge.

The house had been cordoned off and was now a crime scene. Fifteen vampires had perished in the blaze. 

Rowan had to go to work so he had begged Aedion and Lys to look after her. Screw the image. He could not work in peace if he knew she was at home alone.

Aelin was now in her friend’s flat and Lysandra had given her some of her house clothes and Aelin had taken a shower too to remove all the soot.

She sat on the sofa beside Lys and the two women chatted away while Aedion came back with two glasses of blood “I am not being rude but I know that you despise synthetic blood.”

Aelin decided that it was the time to open up to Aedion. To bridge the gap that she had created to keep him safe. She was done being away from him.

“It’s more complicated than that,” and she explained all of it. Her being held by Maeve, experimented on, transformed into a junkie and then her father’s attempt at curing her.

“Maeve did something to me. I think she made me a junkie and also allergic to synthetic blood.”

Aedion was silent for a moment “The fact that is synthetic should remove the rejection…”

“I know, but I just can’t take it. I tried. My body cannot take it.”

He kept being silent and Aelin knew he was busy thinking of all possible options “what if…” a pause “drinking blood for us is the equivalent of a transfusion for humans, right?”

Aelin nodded.

“You are aware of how transfusions in humans work.”

“Yes, it needs to be from the same blood group or you have a rejection.”

“Have you ran a test to see if you have traces of a blood group? Vampires have no groups, evolution caused that so we could drink from everyone.”

Aelin nodded, it made sense. And no, in her mad attempt at discovering the truth she had forgotten the most simple thing.

“You are drawn to A+ isn’t it?”

“Yes. Fuck Aedion what if she gave me a blood type?”

“Synthetic blood works like blood group O. It has no antigens and both anti-A and anti-B antibodies. For humans is the universal donor. With synthetic blood I tried to mimic that.”

Aelin was silent “yes, but if it works as O type I should be able to take it.”

They were both silent and Lysandra let them think. She had missed seeing the two being so close and did not want to interrupt them. Her specialty was microbiology. They were deep into haematology grounds.

Aelin was on her phone and was browsing hard while Aedion merely sat against the back of the sofa with his eyes closed.

“Aeds?”

“Hm?”

“Look,” she showed him her phone “the humans have a super rare blood type called golden blood,” she read “It’s RH null, it has no RH proteins whatsoever and only a handful of humans have it. It makes them the perfect blood donors but they can only receive blood from someone like them.”

“The reactions would be horrible.”

Aelin kept reading the article but it still did not explain why she could drink A+ positive blood.

“Assuming she modified my blood into this, it would explain the rejection of synthetic blood but why can I drink A+?”

“Can I get a blood sample?”

Aelin gave him her arm “be my guest.”

Aedion went to get his kit and came back a minute later “I have a small lab in the house.”

“It’s a good thing that the lab in the mansion is in a heavily secured bunker.”

Aedion sat at her side and proceeded with taking a few samples of her blood. He took three vials for good measure.

“I will get to the bottom of this.”

“Also, assuming she gave me that blood type, why can I drink Rowan’s blood?”

Lysandra chuckled “the power of love.”

Aelin laughed too “I bet there’s a scientific explanation for that too.”

A text from Rowan interrupted the evening. She read it and swore loudly. Two humans women found discarded in an alley. Same MO as the other ones.

“I need to go to work.”

“What is it?”

“Rowan just texted that two more women have popped up dead.”

“I’ll drive you.” Aedion stood and Lys followed.

Half an hour later they were at the morgue and Rowan was waiting for her in the investigation room.

He went for a quick kiss.

“Elide is coming too, we can do the autopsies at the same time.”

His entire unit was there too and Aedion and Lys joined her in the waiting room. She needed peace while she was working.

Quickly she donned her lab garments over the t-shirt and shorts she had borrowed from Lysandra and started working. This body was fresh, probably only a an hour or two dead. Rigor mortis hadn’t started yet and that was a big change. She looked at the second body and saw the same.

Elide arrived ten minutes later and Aelin brought her up to speed.

“We have two fresh ones tonight.”

Elide had studied the other women’s files and knew what to look for.

Aelin pulled back the sheet from her body and saw a dark skinned woman with black hair. He rage surged, she looked no more than nineteen.

Aelin looked at her hand and saw the stamp from the Vaults, but this time both inside of her arms had signs of an IV. That was new. She smelled weird too, the same chemical scent. Gently she grabbed the hands and inspected the fingernails in the hope of something but there was no sign of a fight. Her body had cuts too, a couple were fresh still. She swabbed the fresh ones for traces of saliva or anything that might give her a hint of DNA. Methodically she took as many sample as she could, she drew blood and then proceeded with the autopsy.

It took her a good two hours. A part from the second IV, it matched all the previous cases.

She joined Elide next door and saw her friend was done too. They compared notes and they matched.

With their results they joined the cops in the waiting room.

“Same MO. But these two bodies have a difference. They have two IV marks and the level of drugs in their bodies is through the roof. They did not die because they were drained but from an OD so strong that their organs just shut down. But they were still blood bags,” explained Aelin “both still had a couple of fresh cuts and I took a swab for any trace of saliva.”

Rowan dropped two folders in front of her “Nehemia Ytger, 19. Her parents reported her missing three days ago.” Aelin gasped and looked at the second file “Asterin Blackbeak, 31. Her partner and friends reported her missing after they attended the Vaults three days ago.”

Aelin started pacing “the other women had disappeared for over a week or around that timeframe and only had one IV mark,” she said out loud “these last two women lasted far less and had more drugs,” she looked at Rowan “we have vampires roaming around with very powerful drugs in their system. This is dangerous.”

Lorcan’s phone went off in that instant and he answered. When he hang up he was whiter than usual “vampire attack in a theatre.”

His unit sprang into action and Rowan went to kiss Aelin “go home with Aedion, please.”

“Be careful, please.”

His forehead leaned against hers.

“Whitethorn, move your arse.”

One last kiss and Aelin stared at him disappear with the rest of the unit.

Come back to me a soft whisper via the bond.

Aedion took the ladies back to their place and Elide joined them too. 

Aelin was silent for the entire car ride while her three companions chatted away happily. She was scared. Rowan was out there and she was not with him and was terrified. Both species were in danger. 

They arrived at the couple’s house and Aelin followed in a daze. She could feel Rowan’s anguish through the bond and she knew it was bad.

Once in the living room they all sat down and no one had the courage to speak.

“Aedion, pass me some synthetic blood,” she had an idea.

“How about no?”

“I want you to take a sample of my blood while I have synthetic blood in me. I need you to study the reaction.

Aedion growled “without Rowan here it’s dangerous. You can’t drink from any of us.”

“I am willing to try, now stop complaining.”

Aedion was not happy. If anything happened, Rowan would likely ask for his head. Mated males were even more protective.

Aelin went to his fridge and grabbed a pouch of blood, sat on the sofa and started drinking. The reaction arrived pretty quickly “get…” she said through gritted teeth “my blood now.”

Aelin ran for the bathroom and vomited hard while screaming in pain. Aedion at her side took a blood sample from her and felt like a monster for letting her do that.

Lysandra helped cleaning up Aelin and he carried her to the guest room. Both women sat at her side while he ran for his lab.

Aelin was curled in a foetal position while her body screamed in pain. Lysandra had brought a bucket in the room and Aelin was sick a few more times. She was now terrified. Her friend looked terrible and she wanted to call Rowan.

All of a sudden she felt a pang of guilt for thinking that her friend just wanted to be a rebel and refuse to drink the new blood. Now she knew why and could understand why Aelin had to. 

Aedion hid in his lab and was worried about Aelin. It had been a crazy plan and without Rowan nearby it has the risk of becoming dangerous. 

He had a few tests going at the same time but the first one was the one to test if Aelin’s theory about the golden blood was even a possibility. Her reaction had been quick and extreme. He called Elide to  help with a few genetic test he was running.

“Aedion, she is the geneticist.”

“I know but I need a second pair of eyes.”

The computer beeped and the first test came up.

Holy fuck. Aelin had been right. She was RH null. That would start to explain the reaction to synthetic blood. He had added all the proteins and components that made the human blood types what they were. That was the general one. With the time he had developed synthetic blood that mimicked all the human different types. Apparently they all tasted differently and that had been a very popular choice. He had just given her a bag of general blood and it had all the proteins. Damn he had just given her a potential lethal cocktail.

“I have seen Aelin drink A+ blood.”

“Was she okay afterwards?”

“She seemed fine.”

“There must be a connection with the drugs.”

Elide was silent for a moment “what if the drugs worked like for humans. Sometimes they take them to stop the pain. Maybe spiked A+ blood helps her not to feel the pain of the rejection?”

Aedion nodded and kept looking at his dat. Elide was on the right path, he just needed science to give him an answer.

Both sat at the desk waiting for more results to appear “maybe whatever Maeve did made her attuned to a specific type of blood and made sure that I don’t know, her body had no reaction to a type of blood if drank mixed with alcohol or drugs. That is heavy engineering. Is that even possible?”

Aedion sighed “I am waiting for a map of her DNA. That is heavy engineering but it can be done if you know where to made the modifications.”

“Will you be able to spot them?”

Aedion nodded. 

Lysandra came in the lab “she is really unwell. She can’t stop being sick.”

Aedion ran to the room and saw Aelin leaning over the side of the bed, her face hovering above the bucket. Damn, she had lost far too much blood.

“We need to call Rowan.”

Aedion nodded and Lysandra disappeared.

He sat at her side and brushed her head “you were right, golden blood was the answer.”

Aelin raised her head with a struggle “no sense…”

“I know, it makes sense for the synthetic blood. Were you ill with non spiked A+ blood.”

“Yes.” she whispered.

Aedion paused “And what about spiked A+?”

“Good…” was all Aelin managed before she was sick once more.

“I have theories,” he told her and Aelin was sick once more. Her skin was clammy and a few blue lines were appearing on her wrists. Damn she was loosing far too much blood.

Lysandra confessed that she couldn’t get through Rowan and Aedion started to panic. Why had he accepted?

Elide suggested an IV of A+ blood but Aedion refused. Her system was already in shock for the synthetic blood. Introducing real blood with real proteins and antibodies could kill her. That was a risk he was not taking.

“What about the healing centre?”

“No can do. They only administer synthetic blood.”

“We can explain is a special case.’

“And have Aelin stuck in a lab again?”

Loud banging came from the door and Aedion went to open having a feeling that it was Rowan. If their bond was deep enough he probably felt her pain.

He opened the door and Rowan caught him by his throat and slammed him against the wall “what have you done to her?”

“Rowan put him down,” shouted Lysandra and his green eyes landed on her. His canines on display in pure attack mode. A mated male who had his mate in danger was a very dangerous creature.

“We tried something on Aelin’s suggestion. She wanted to try a theory.”

Rowan pressed a bit more to cause pain “she is not your lab rat.”

Elide walked to him and placed her hand on his arm “it was her choice, Rowan. Aedion tried to stop her.”

The man seemed to calm down and placed Aedion down “where is she?” The question came out in a growl.

Lysandra pointed to the room and Rowan ran and slammed the door hard.

Once in the room he gasped. Aelin’s arms bore horrible blue lines and the bucket at her side was full of blood. 

What had they done to his wife?

TAGS: @rowaelinismyotp​ @swankii-art-teacher​ @whimsicallyreading @elentiyawhitethorn​ @aelin-bitch-queen @bruiseonthefaceofhumanity  @mis-lil-red @thegreyj​ @sailorsassley @leiawritesstories​ @clairec79 @morganofthewildfire​ @sv0430 @heartless--aromantic @autumnbabylon @rowanaelinn @backtobl4ck @susumaus98  @gracie-rosee @mybloodrunsblue @tanvee1231 @avenrebekah @whoever-you-choose-to-love  @theywillnotsingforme @universallytreepost @black-daisy-water @goddess-aelin @whispers-in-the-darkest-heart

#rowaelin fanfic #rowaelin fanfiction #aelin x rowan #rowaelin #rowan whitethorn #aelin galathynius #aedion x lysandra #elide lochan #angst

[lotusjaune]

Hi !

So.

I've had this project on my computer for a while. I had kind of put it aside but the release of DiM pushed me to finish this introduction to the project. To be honest I had even started writing a story but I overestimated my abilities with it.

This story was to tell a sequel to the game. Where the gang, who have mostly lost sight of each other, come together to face the paranormal once again and reconnect with the bonds that have been lost over time. In short: drama, action, suspense and even a little romance.

Here is an introduction to the characters just before the story begins.

THE ENDING :

- The Hackett family is completely decimated.

- All the others survived the night

- Sylas is dead and all infected are human again.

- Dylan lost his hand.

- Enough evidence has been accumulated and the educators are cleared.

AFTER THE ENDING (4 years later):

After proving their innocence, Ryan, Emma and Kaitlyn are forcibly recruited by the military's « Paranormal Disposal Force ». They became experienced elite soldiers specializing in missions involving supernatural creatures.

Abi and Nick are also forcefully recruited.

Nick being the only one of the group to have undergone a complete transformation, he was locked up in the cells of the scientific department where he was regularly tested. The goal was to bring out some of his werewolf traits. As a result, he gained superhuman strength as well as heightened senses. After military training, he is sent to the field with his friends.

Abi was assigned to coordinate the "Quarry" team. This team consists of Ryan, Emma, Kaitlyn and Nick. This position was given to her once she was able to prove her devotion and worth to her superiors by participating in the research conducted on Nick. The « perfect employ » role is a facade she created to allow the team to spy on their higher-ups from the inside and find a way out of their predicament. When the team goes out on a mission in the field, they make their reports by radio to Abi who stays at HQ.

Jacob was never found by the police. Remorseful, he had left the scene of the incident alone through the forest. He is now considered missing. He flees to Canada where he travels the country in search of people who have been victims of supernatural events and helps them. He tries to redeem himself for his actions at summer camp. He has cut off all contact with people he knew before the attack and is unaware of what happened to his former friends.

Dylan was found by the police with the others but due to the loss of his hand, he was not recruited by the military corps. They cut Dylan off from all contact with his friends. However, he suspects that things are being hidden from him about his friends. He graduated in quantum physics and created his own prosthesis. He has extensive knowledge in engineering, robotics and physics. He works as a reporter for "Paranormal Investigation", the company that created the post cast that Ryan listened to. By working in the super natural he hopes to find clues to where his friends are. He also became a surrogate brother to Sarah, Ryan's sister.

After her brother's disappearance, Sarah meets Dylan who tells her the truth about what happened at Haquets' Quarry. Shortly after finishing her medical studies, her grandmother and last family died. She is then taken under Dylan's wing and becomes his teammate in his work as reporters. Dylan becomes her new family and best friend. She trained hard to make sure she will not lose her new family like she lost the previous one. She remains hopeful that one day she will be able to find her missing older brother.

Laura and Max were not found by the police at the summer camp. Afraid of once again facing corrupt authority, they both left before the police arrived and claimed never to have set foot in Haquets' Quarry. They stayed in touch with Dylan after learning that Ryan was missing. Laura gave Dylan her number, promising to come to his aid quickly if the need arose.

Here you have it. Hope you enjoied to read that ˆˆ’

If you want to know more about the story flee free to ask. And sorry for any mistake you might found in my writing. English is not my mother tongue.

#the quarry #ryan ezrahler #dylan lenivy #kaitlyn ka #abigail blyg #emma mountebank #jacob custos #nick fucillo #sarah erzahler #supermassive games #hacketts quarry #fan art #digital art #the quarry game

[woednesdayaddams]

♱ starter for @jadehowlettthewolf

rumors spread about paranormal sightings near an unattended lab and she cannot help it, the urge to indulge once more into the supernatural and all that it brought in the world — the chaos, the mayhem. she gathered some supplies from the addams inventory, from ouija board to dowsing rods, she was ready to interact with the departed. there’s a grotesque fascination that’s boiling within, whenever she thinks about it.

hand hovers to grab the DO NOT ENTER band which she snatches out of the way, as she entered the premises of the once famous and functional lab. wednesday chooses to try the dowsing rods first, clasping them with a tight grip as she takes a deep breath. “spirits from beyond, i’m calling upon you. is anyone here? if so, move these dowsing rods inward.” she utters, voice resonating in the hallways, creating an echo reverberating inside the walls.

#jadehowlettthewolf #♱ interactions.

[jazzydiscordican]

sagsdh OFFICALLY MEET MY TIRED OVERWORKED MAN KARMA- First ref I have done in years and also its simple too!

Finally I can info dump about him, this is Karma Talbot, he is the god of balance and is basically here to keep everyone in check and is the judge for the after life. He has three/four jobs if you want to count him keeping everyone in check and making sure any of the higher ups ( Deities, demigods, gods ) aren't abusing their powers.

His first and main job is obviously being the judge of the afterlife which is never ending work as people are constantly dying, second is working in the paranormal department in the police force in Halloween Town, third job is mainly a hobby but he also creates custom clothing for people.

This man takes naps every once and awhile but it has been years since he has actually had a good night sleep and he purely survives off of coffee though it has given him a very deadpanned tired look.

Other tidbits about him is that he is the youngest brother of Sin, however their relationship is strained and past the point of repair due to a situation regarding their mothers death and Karma blaming Sin, he also part of the investigation on Sin. He lost his eye to Sin after a brief encounter many many years later, while he can replace his eye he choices not to, mostly as a way to stick it to Sin that he can still manage even if half blind.

He is also pretty powerful, kind has to be for his job and while I don't have a full list on what he is able to do, the three main things is that; he is able to know if you are lying, able to disable your powers whether temporary or not and is able to banish people and restrict them only to certain areas.

#art #oc #oc art #digital art #drawing #artwork #digtial art #I'm so sorry this is all over the place- #God I forgot how much I love him #original character #oc reference

[taperwolf]

Just got something in from the PCB manufacturer! It's something between an art project, a gag, and an attempted scam.

I tried making these as a panelized set of circuit boards; the units are the individual hexagons, which — if I got these right — should snap apart along the lines marked by the tiny drill holes. Each one has just one component to be mounted on it.

What am I doing with these? Lemme tell you a story.

It's pretty common knowledge that the CIA got up to some very weird stuff in the 1950s-70s. One aspect was a project now known under the umbrella code name MKULTRA, which involved illegal human experimentation in "brainwashing" and inducing altered states. MKULTRA is best known for administering LSD to unwitting victims, though as a giant research project, the people running it considered many paths to the same goals. A subprogram or successor program (accounts vary) known as MKOFTEN sought out any means possible to make human minds malleable — and, importantly, to protect its own agents from the same — including chemical and biological methods, but also researching psychics, mediums, and practitioners of black magic. Even decades after the MKULTRA programs were officially shut down in 1973, the CIA still sponsored research into psychic remote viewing as Project Stargate.

I cannot prove that any of the above has anything to do with the heart of this device, but while I can't demonstrate that the chips for these boards were made expressly for this purpose, it is instructive that part of the mandate was defending against all these dark magics — and the parts were provably made to Department of Defense specifications. These amulets, designed to turn all sorts of offensive magics, psychic vampirisms, and instances of the Evil Eye upon you to the positive — to turn all Bad Juju to pure Good Vibes — are made to house, once assembled, a genuine SN5404 TTL chip: a military-grade Hex Inverter.

Or at least that's the core of the sales pitch. I think the final item listing needs to mention that these use psychotronics, that branch of electronics that develops devices to boost or even create the user's psychic powers. See, researchers in this field long ago made the amazing discovery that various materials used in their circuits could be swapped for different materials without measurably affecting their effectiveness. In fact, proponents will tell you, you can actually take the whole circuit out and replace it with a simple drawing of the circuit, and it'll work just as well!

(The full significance of that last statement is left as an exercise for the reader.)

(When I first came up with this, I was going to offer a large cash refund to anyone who could demonstrate that a paranormal effect with any ill intent got past the amulet — but the James Randi Educational Foundation is no longer offering their million dollar prize, so the plan to use their proof to claim that cash and pay out afterwards won't work.)

#diy #homebrew electronics #magick #i think my chips are made by texas instruments

[fearsmagazine]

THE DEATH OF APRIL – Review

DISTRIBUTOR: Terror Films

SYNOPSIS:  Meagan Mullen, an aspiring teacher, packs her bags, leaving her family and friends, and heads east for a new job and a new apartment/home of her own. She keeps in touch and updates those back home through a video blog. As her life becomes more complex and emotional, strange things begin to happen in her room and her home, the camera capturing all of it. The film documents the unsettling activity as interviews with family members, friends, and professionals try to solve the mysteries surrounding Meagan.

REVIEW: Ruben Rodriguez’s THE DEATH OF APRIL is a mockumentary/found footage hybrid that weaves together these elements to present a haunting supernatural tale that feels like what you might expect from an episode of unsolved mysteries.

Rodriguez does a nice job of creating the character arc for Meagan. I'm not sure how much was scripted and what was improvised, but there were moments I had similar thoughts about what was going on before the characters uttered a similar point of view. Some of the secondary characters, such as the policeman, paranormal investigator, and the psychologist, could have used a polish on the dialogue. I think what makes this film more engaging than some other films, the premise allows the filmmakers to present videos from the events as captured on friends’ and family members’ phones, and content from her laptop credit as provided by the local police department. However, I doubt the police department would have provided some of the footage for an ongoing investigation. Likewise, the setup of her brother meeting someone on his flight and how she figures into the story is just a glaring coincidence and what she does feels like a bit of a stretch. There is also this element that is a sibling rivalry about recording things. I just thought it went too far when the brother showed up with a professional camera. I get his fascination with it, but he is presented as a law major and I felt it was a bit much, distracting.

The film features a nice ensemble cast. Actress Katarina Hughes as Meagan Mullen does an excellent job of creating an innocent and annoying character who unwittingly steps into a nightmare. There are moments where you feel for her, but the character is such that I never empathized with her. Adam Lowder plays Meagan’s older brother and actor Travis Peters portrays her father. They present these stressed out family members consumed by the tragedy of Meagan’s story. Their performances were engaging and made me forget I was watching a work of fiction for a time. Stephanie Domini is Meagan’s mother. I’m not sure if it is the writing or her direction, but there was an aspect to the character that just did feel as engaged or emotionally invested as the rest of the family, or as mother should be. Also, her makeup was immaculate, whereas the rest of the family looked emotionally stressed. The secondary characters are organic enough. As I mentioned, I wish they had tightened up some of their dialogue and possibly done a couple of more takes.

Clearly, THE DEATH OF APRIL is an independent/home-grown genre film. The costumes feel like the talent provided their own wardrobe. It’s not bad, it just feels a bit raw. The cinematography is solid, the editing is good, the visual effects and some nice touches, but I did find them very scary, creepy at best. Where there could have been a lot of shaky camera work, I applaud them for having the characters put the camera down whenever possible to keep the viewer focused on the drama. Meagan’s apartment (it frustrated me that she kept calling it her home) was a bit sparse and too clean given some of her habits she presents.

Given the nature of the film, you have to give the filmmakers props for what they’ve pulled off. The film merits programming in an independent genre festival, and I’d be curious to see what Ruben Rodriguez might pull off with a slightly bigger budget. It’s a clever blending of found footage and a mockumentary. I understand how some might compare it to “Paranormal Activity,” but I was never a fan of that film and think this is better.

CAST: Katarina Hughes, Adam Lowder, Stephanie Domini, Chelsea Clark, Travis Peters, RayMartell Moore, & Paulina Grochala CREW: Director/Screenplay - Ruben Rodriguez; Producers - Humberto Guzman & Angel Rosa; Cinematographers - Angelita Ali & Humberto Guzman; Score - Abdul Abad; Editors - Brit Godish & Cesar G. Orellana; Special Effects Makeup - Sarah Francavilla. OFFICIAL: n.a. FACEBOOK: www.facebook.com/deathofapril TWITTER: n.a. TRAILER: https://youtu.be/ivkGCB5HRJ8 RELEASE DATE: On digital December 9th, 2022

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Reviewed by Joseph B Mauceri

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Which of your projects are at the top of your “to be worked on” list at the moment?

That is a good question and my answer is uhhhh *pushes glass off table and makes a run for it*

But being serious, the answer is kind of all of them? I mean, yeah some are on the backburner right now and probably will be for a while, but almost all of my projects are constantly fighting for dominance over each other in my head, pushing and kicking the others out of the throne dubbed focus. One small thing can set them off. They are all in priority and all want to sit on the throne, thus creating a chaotic free for all where none of them get to sit on the throne for more than a couple seconds at a time, like a game of musical chairs that makes no sense and goes on for eternity. And all of them are to be worked on, I truly do love them all and want to write them all some day, it's not like 'oh this one is a flop and I'm moving on to the next,' I'm just wildly oscillating between them because my mind is like 'these are all gold.' Yeah.

Of my maybe 80?? actual WIPs (shut up, I know), technically the one I keep claiming to be at the top of my "to be worked on" list is Static House, my 1980's horror, but other than a lot of art I keep being possessed to make at bizarre times and intervals, I just keep replaying scenes of it in my mind rather than creating new ones, because I need to give the end game of it some heavy thought and work out some major details that are leaving it at a standstill. I have made a little inkling of progress on it in the past month, so yay. My mind keeps going to Alien Abduction and Other Life Goals, too, lately, which is one I actually haven't formally introduced, but I have become quite fond of my main character and his story that I want to explore beneath the main major conspiracy story. As I'm typing this, I may actually have an idea for a side character now... brb, I'm daydreaming for a moment... aahh, aaand I'm back. Then, And the Past Comes Back to Haunt You, another one I never formally introduced, a kind of serial killer mystery one, is really really high up at the moment because it's one where I actually do know exactly where I want to go, I have my suspects, my red herrings, my backstories, my twists, my end game and culprit and motive and commentary and relationship dynamics and all??, it is actually the most tangibly organized WIP I've had in a while, and yet it slips from my focus as well, but I'm keeping it in my sights. I'd also say In the Eye of the Storm, my contemporary magic realism/urban fantasy mystery because it's one I really love the concept of, but it also needs some heavy thought put into the end game as well, sooo, maybe a bit lower down. Oh and Nowhere Town, how could I forget Nowhere Town, my beloved, Nowhere Town is actually way up there.

But also right now, my mind keeps cycling between a couple newer small town paranormal mystery type stories, not sure if they're "top of the to be worked on list," but definitely what's occupying my brain most at the moment and getting the most details added by me, though that switch may be flipped at any time.

Gaah, there's too many.

Okay I'm going to actually try to think of my possible top 10 on the list of to be worked ons, which is as I said out of like 75 to 80 projects, leave me be:

Nowhere Town

Static House

Alien Abduction and Other Life Goals

And the Past Comes Back to Haunt You

In the Face of Fate

The Chaos Department

Umbrella House Mysteries

A Stitch and a Stitch and a Stitch in Time

In the Eye of the Storm

Cast No Shadow

Maybe these??

#ask #sorry for the ridiculously long ramble #long post