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[kaitaiga]

COD MW OC: Damien Whitlock

GENERAL INFO

Full Name: Damien Whitlock

Nickname: Damo

Birthday: 7th March 1996 – Sydney, Australia

Face Claim: Zane Phillips

Affiliation: 2nd Commando Regiment (2CDO REGT), Tactical Assault Group East (TAG-E), SOCOMD.

Rank: Sergeant

Call sign: Bravo 2-6 (2CDO)

Height: 186cm (6’1)

Weight: 90kg

Blood Type: B- (B NEG)

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Pronouns: He/Him

Languages: English, Arabic (conversational), Indonesian (conversational)

Family:

Father: Arthur Whitlock

Mother: Audrey Mae Whitlock

Older Brother: Thomas Whitlock

Older Sister: Sienna Whitlock

Younger Sister: Zoe Whitlock

Affiliates:

2nd Commando Regiment

→ Captain Lachlan Jones

→ Sergeant Daniel Greenhill

Task Force 141

→ Sergeant Major Hannah “Sparrow” Cayton (@revnah1406)

→ Sergeant Annabelle “Kit” Pham (@applbottmjeens)

→ Charlotte “Jade” Le Jardin @sleepyconfusedpotato

→ Joyce “Joe” Hardman @mctvsh

→ Captain Price, Gaz, Laswell

Los Vaqueros

→ Alyssa “Aly” Martinez (@alypink)

Para SF

→ Captain Arjun Dhingra, LT. Aditya Tripathi (@welldonekhushi)

Urzikstan Liberation Force (ULF)

→ Farah Karim

→ Alex Keller

Other

→ Jackson Wyatt (1CDO, Warcom)

→ Benjamin “Otter” Lee (SAS)

Appearance

Hair: blond, short mullet.

Eye Colour: blue/grey

Build: tall, muscular

Scars: Bullet wound (left shoulder), knife scars (forearms)

Beauty Marks: Right jaw, above and below the left eye.

Tattoos:

Personality and Traits

Damien comes across as a very laidback and open guy, very easy to approach and talk to. He is a pretty big jokester, likes to crack a few jokes here and there to make people laugh or lighten the mood.

Though in the heat of battle, he has known to be brutal towards his enemies, sparing no mercy and absolutely no time - getting a job done quickly and efficiently. He isn’t afraid to speak his mind when needed, even if it may be more emotionally driven.

Nevertheless, towards those he likes, he is a very caring and loyal person. Ride or die buddy. It’s pretty damn obvious too, he’ll never stop bugging someone he cares for no matter where they are in the world. He can read their emotions like a book too; he can tell when someone’s feeling down and will try his best to cheer them up.

ESFP-T (MBTI)

Damien’s also the sort of guy to take care of others but not himself. Truthfully, after he lost Daniel, he found it very hard to cope. Thus, he took on Daniel’s role of looking after others.

Damien is also really good with any sort of trade work which he learned whilst growing up on his family farm. You need an electrician, mechanic, or welder? He’s your guy.

Skills/Specialisations

Like any other commando, Damien has undergone a multitude of training, preparing him for anything and everything. Alone or with his squad. A few of these include:

Demolitions and Breaching

CQC/Melee Attacks

Wilderness Survival

Long Range Recon

HALO / HAHO (including water insertion)

Roping (aid climbing)

Hostage Rescue

First Aid

And so on. In his own time, Damien frequently trains in Jiu-Jitsu, earning his purple belt, further enhancing his CQC.

Biography

Coming from a family of farmers, Damien spent most of his childhood living and working out on his family farm in rural New South Wales. Throughout his younger years, he was constantly harassed/bullied by his drug addicted older brother, Thomas. Young Damien was no match for him but luckily enough, his older sister had his back at all times. Thomas would eventually runaway and was never seen again – presumed dead.

As he grew up, Damien attended an all-boys boarding school in Sydney where he met Daniel Greenhill – his best friend for many years to come. He never really excelled at any subjects other than wood/metalwork and P.E., so when it came down to his final ATAR exams he absolutely flunked them. Not wanting to continue studying or returning to farm life, Damien worked the odd job here and there to make ends meet.

Whilst working one of his jobs alongside his buddy, Daniel had dropped that he had met a special forces operator by the name of Jackson Wyatt and suggested that he should meet with him.

After hearing all about Wyatt’s career as a Commando, Damien was sold on the idea; so much so that at the age of 19, he enlisted into the Australian Army after being trained by Wyatt himself much to his parent's disapproval. He served two years as an infantryman within 3RAR before completing the Commando selection course and earning his green beret, where he was placed in Lachlan’s B Company. Turns out he had a real knack for this sort of thing as he continued to undergo a range of further Commando specialist courses after initial Commando training.

 Since then, he’s done multiple tours to Urzikstan, Afghanistan and Iraq where he was introduced to Captain Price (via Lachlan) and Benjamin “Otter” Lee (via Wyatt).

Damien has since then worked alongside Captain Price closely thanks to Lachlan’s close connection to him, particularly in Urzikstan, but isn’t opposed to flying out to lend a hand wherever.

Modern Warfare I

During 2019, Damien is first seen in the UK on a training exercise with the SAS before he is swiftly sent to London’s Piccadilly Circus to assist against AQ’s terrorist attack, alongside Gaz. Afterwards, he joins the SAS Anti-terror wing along with Price and Gaz to clear a house in Camden, full of AQ affiliates in search of any information related to the Piccadilly attack and The Wolf.

Damien returns to Urzikstan alongside 2CDO REGT, where not long after he is called to assist Captain Price, Gaz and the others at the US Embassy, also aiding to save the Ambassador’s Assistant, Stacy. Following this, he follows the rest of the team back to the ambassador’s residence only to find the Wolf had been extracted by AQ forces already. Furthermore, he is seen briefly helping SAS and CIA on the night raid to locate The Wolf at his compound.

2020/2021

After the events of MW19, Damien spent this time on rotation in TAG-E, though was later sent back to Urzikstan on an emergency deployment to help aid in the assassination of an AQ leader. This proved to be a struggle. They were given little to no information and thus were subsequently ambushed, leading to the death of best friend, Daniel Greenhill, who tried to pull an injured Damien out of enemy fire.

After the funeral, Damien spent his time spiralling down. He became depressed, not leaving his Sydney apartment for days at a time and ultimately almost being discharged from his duties. Though thanks to his Captain and two close friends - Lachlan, Sparrow and Aly - they helped him find the means to work towards getting better and soon enough, he was ready enough to go back to his duties.

Modern Warfare II

In 2022, Damien is first seen undercover at Café Gracht alongside Captain Price where they wait for representatives from both AQ and Las Almas Cartel to show up. After seeing Gaz tranquillise the cartel member, they all move to enter Laswell’s vehicle and leave the area swiftly.

Later on he returns to Urzikstan, where he is again enlisted for help by Price to rescue Laswell from AQ along with ULF fighters.

Modern Warfare III

Damien spends this time going home to Australia for a little while before being sent on another tour around the Middle East. It is in Urzikstan that he (and 2CDO REGT) work alongside Phillip Graves and his Shadow Company, unaware of the events in Las Almas concerning Los Vaqueros and TF141. He is only made aware when seeing his friend Sparrow again, where she rips the SC patch off of him and promptly has a go at Damien for wearing that thing around them, explaining the full story.

Trivia

EDM and rock/metal music is what he listens to most.

He is a Mclaren F1 fan, as well as being a big fan of the AFL team: Collingwood Football Club (Magpies).

Absolute gym junkie. Has an extensive collection of pre-workout, protein powder and creatine stored in his apartment (and snuck onto base). If he wasn’t a Commando, he’d probably be a bodybuilder or athlete of some sort.

Damien keeps a scrapbook that he fills with stickers, trinkets, thoughts or drawings from various places he has visited.

During his downtime in Sydney, he likes to go café-hopping! He’s a big foodie. Also likes to take long walks during the night, overlooking the Harbour Bridge and generally just taking in the city lights. It's one of his favourite things to do to ease his mind.

Thanks to Daniel, Damien is pretty good at speaking Indonesian and really enjoys Indonesian food! His favourites are nasi campur and soda gembira. He’d mix Indonesian and English together to gossip about something to Daniel. After they both graduated high school, Daniel took Damien to visit Jakarta for the first time and he loved it! Also owns a couple batik shirts.

Drives a 79 series Landcruiser. His number plate is “WHITLOCK”.

Does jiu-jitsu and is currently at a purple belt.

Frequently visits Daniel’s grave when he has the time. He sits there for hours just catching him up on every little event or thought that has happened, as if he were there to listen like the old times. Frequently catches up with Daniel's family too, they've taken him in like he's their son.

In the past, Damien has never had a good relationship - they’ve all either cheated on him or ghosted him. He gave up looking for a partner even though he longed to have a family of his own.

Moodboard + Playlist

#long awaited redo of his old profile lol #damien whitlock #cod oc #my oc #my art #call of duty #call of duty oc #mwii #call of duty modern warfare #modern warfare #oc #call of duty fanart #military oc #Australian oc #call of duty mwii #mw2 #Jackson Wyatt #benjamin otter lee #oc profile #cod oc profile #oc reference sheet #Spotify

[carlos55inz]

i know i probably sound deranged but . hear me out . charlos pacific rim au . so … jaegar engineer carlos, who was dragged into becoming a pilot even though he could just strategise & build as the brightest to come out of there in years ( even though there’s nico & daniil & mitch & he can only drive himself mad watching them fall from the sky, crash into the water in graves that he designed, scribbles on notes & plans scattered across the table & grief scrawled into the margins of yet another design ).

but the higher–ups are looking for anyone & everyone — & he winds up being drift compatible with lando ( except it’s not the first person he’s compatible with, having paired with redbull’s starboy max years ago & broken their link himself at the last possible minute to avoid being forced into the field, knows how fragile these things are ), made to don an orange uniform & convince everyone that it’s fine, that their meagre efforts are going to stave off the end of the world sooner rather than later. & that’s easy-going & nice, but it’s a stop-gap all the same ( he knows they want someone better, the mclaren unit has a bone to pick & determination to prove they are still the best at this, that they want someone proven to kill & take down kaiju & get the job done in a way he’s only slowly, unbalancedly & fumbling through, figuring out how to ). & though they have great success, he’s also terrified about why it feels so deliberate, why everything feels like such a process, why they say you can’t hide anything in the drift & yet lando has not seen half the things that haunt him in his sleep.

on the other side of the world, there’s ferrari’s star pilot, charles, fresh off a partnership that had initially gone so well but ended so badly that even though they were trying their absolute best, sent their jaeger out of control & into the sea & seb with a patchwork of scars to some strategy related posting in sydney ( pardon the implied sebmark, i had to ) & him to fend off the cameras & questions about what’s wrong with the unit again. & there’s so much speculation, so many people wondering who will work wth charles — he can barely breathe ( not that he ever really could, because to don the colours he does also means some commitment to the bit, to burning til the very end ), runs the tests mechanically, as they put one person after another in front of him & everything comes up empty & he’s pleading every day to just let him solo pilot even though it’ll probably get him killed ( he just wants to go out, to prove himself & keep their shatterdome from falling apart, no matter how impossible it seems ) — but they’re so desperate that they’re testing other pilots, even the ones who are already drifting with someone else, because they can pull those pairings apart in a moment if they needed it somewhere else. thing is, he doesn’t really remember much about the first time they sparred — dark eyes and bracing against an immovable object and some dim recognition that oh is this lando’s co-pilot, moving back and forth like some sort of ebb and flow just like the surface of the ocean he’d slammed into all those months ago — or about the first time they’d attempted to drift in the simulation — blurs of colours and images and something weightless and effortless, opening his eyes and wondering why his mouth tastes like salt, like sea, like tears & the faintest hint of guilt and it feels like all the air’s been sucked clean from his lungs. ( congratulations, you’re compatible. congratulations, hope you hang in there longer & come out of it in fewer pieces than all the ones before you did. )

there is only so much space in this shatterdome. there is only so much space in your mind. & even though it goes so well, carlos a perfect co-pilot & the two of them are completing mission after mission successfully — it feels like they’ve never been able to fully close the space between the pons systems separating themselves when they drift, because after that first time, it was like everything vanished & drifting was only ever something smooth & easy. ( as though charles is very much rooted here, in this moment, and somehow carlos is reading the signal flares from a thousand miles away, and it drives him mad in the process, how someone so outwardly warm & emotional could feel so cold & always armed with a perfect distance in his mind. ) but the first advice they give to any pilot is to never chase the rabbit, to seek the memories & people in others’ minds ( to look into file after file and find them curiously blank and empty, trying to contact people long dead & gone ) — it’s advice that, in the end, charles doesn’t heed. ( i am rambling so much bc rip the meds & idk if this makes any sense but !! idk just want angsty charlos, fluorescent lights & the warmth of another person at the end of the world & just . learning to Understand™️ & be okay with being Perceived™️, that you could fall into the water together & feel like you're never coming up for air & still live, somehow )

first of all, i can’t tell you how excited i was when i got this. thank you so much for sharing your ideas.

“& grief scrawled into the margins of yet another design” FUCKED ME UP. engineer carlos getting used to the feeling that to create a machine is to get ready to grief. i would like to imagine a daniil that can’t pilot anymore because of a major injury and carlos writing to him every chance he has just because he feels like he owns that. he was the one that built the jaegar that daniil was in. maybe if he has changed this, or done that, or was just a little better here—

i love how you paired lando and carlos. imagining a very young and eager lando who grew up admiring pilots and dreaming of his own jaegar and taking down his first kaiju, and on the other side carlos, who didn’t want to be there, who was not supposed to be there, but it’s hard to find good pilots and the investments are getting scarce. so, as you said, they need to get help anywhere they can. “ yet lando has not seen half the things that haunt him in his sleep” YES. lando being to excited and so young that carlos is there mostly to help and guide him rather than create a real connection. lando doesn’t stop to Look at carlos’ mind.

“charles, fresh off a partnership that had initially gone so well but ended so badly” ooooh how i would pay bucks to see this written. i would die to see this. this would be amazing. your whole idea. your whole concept. everything is top notch. also, do not apologize for the implied sebmark. i love the implied sebmark. give me more. “not that he ever really could, because to don the colours he does also means some commitment to the bit, to burning til the very end” here, as soon as i read it, i had to stop and walk around the room. charles is a sacrificial lamb to ferrari in every universe. wearing rosso corsa as if it is blood on his hands. charles not feeling anything. mechanical. work. proving himself. red, red, red. then, sea. then salt. then other colors. then brown eyes. then something else. then another’s feelings in his chest. everything is so fast and then it just stops. just for a moment. then is fast again. i love how you described it, their first ride together, the way it’s nothing magical at the same time it is. it’s very mundane and routine like until it’s not.

i feel like charles has the knife here, he has the power to seek the rabbit, he has the upper hand, he has the power to use the knife to hurt carlos or to hand the knife for carlos to fend himself out of his little cave. but he can’t do anything with his knife. because carlos needs to let him in. and carlos can’t do that. carlos has lost too much, has too many names he carries as a reminder of his failure and he has read charles leclerc file, he knows about his dad, about the pilot that was his mentor, about sebastian, he can’t be another tale mark in the count of grief this boy has to carry.

and charles is having none of that. i don’t think it would be because he cares for carlos, at the begging, but mostly because he thinks that to be a better pilot to be the best one out there the biggest better jaegar and to take down kaijus, they need to know everything about each other: this was a problem with sebastian, he was too far away from charles, always keeping him on the brim. he won’t let it repeat again. he keeps pushing and pushing and pushing just to get to know Something. he needs to know. all while, forgetting that if carlos lets him in, charles will also be open. i don’t think charles would be realizing that until is too late. until he learns that to see someone bare open, with their chest exposed, is to also be vulnerable. the knife cuts both ways. you and i are one tear, one flesh and blood, one painful memory of the world, shared, like a grave. your heart beat in my ribs and mine in yours. intimacy in visceral violence but intimacy is sewing each other up after. to be perceived hurts, at first. you are forced to look at something you would rather hide. but then you are seen. it create a bond that transcends all other types of love, thus acting as the sole point of understanding for the other person in a world that cannot fathom what they’ve been through. you are in a room full of people and you feel like falling down. there’s a arm around you, supporting you, keeping you away from all the eyes, as you do so.

“that you could fall into the water together & feel like you're never coming up for air & still live, somehow” yeah. i need to sit down. this is— just. amazing. thank you so much, from the bottom of my heart, for sharing this.

#charlos au anon #ceu asks #PART 1 BECAUSE THERES MORE FUCK YEAH LETS GO PEOPLE LETS GO CHARLOS AU ANON #charlos pacific rim au #charlos #carlos sainz #charles leclerc

[goldielia]

cassandra jones

aka. cassy, cass, jonesy, darl, darlin’

born on april 2nd 2001 in melbourne, australia

grew up going to the australian grand prix with her dad nearly every year

is an only child

daughter of a nurse and a car mechanic

started dancing ballet when she was really young because she loved dance academy so much

still takes classes every now and then when it fits into her schedule

studied motorsport engineering in sydney

has been steadily applying to mclaren engineering jobs ever since she graduated

her grandpa is from new zealand which is the reason why she wanted to work for bruce mclaren’s team (he’s a kiwi) so badly

never mention the fact that mclaren plays the british anthem for race wins to her, she’ll go on and rant about why it should be the new zealand anthem for hours

jack has made this mistake multiple times

loves baking

wants a cat really badly but her lifestyle can’t provide a good life for it (traveling etc.)

knew she wanted to spend winter breaks in new york because of the christmas decoration and new year’s party

fell in love the second she touched down in new york and doesn’t want to leave anytime soon

thought it was fate when she met jack who lives & works in new york

they met at the 2023 canadian gp when mclaren invited him, cole and trevor to watch from their garage - jack just couldn’t take his eyes off of the hot red head-race engineer

starts a podcast with her best friend christina eventually

loves casual fashion and thrifting

#jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x oc #cassandra jones #goldie's untouchable au #jack hughes

[witchybiitchy]

c’est ça l’amour | l.n

fic masterlist

chapter 10

“I think it’s safe to say that everyone, both from AlphaTauri and McLaren, are incredibly disappointed in you two.” Dan Brown’s words echoed around Sydney’s head as she blow dried her hair, Alpha Tauri polo and jeans already on as she prepared for her first day of formal press since, what Daisy is privately referring to as ‘The Pash’, occurred. She’d performed well last week getting to P7, so there was no reason she couldn’t perform just as well this week, and that was what she’d tell everyone who asked. That didn’t stop her hands from shaking as she unplugged her hair dryer, nor her heart from beating at 1000 miles an hour as she stepped out of the hotel lobby and into her provided car with Daisy. Driving always calmed her down, but she didn’t think that anything could truly calm her down before this.

“Lando’s nervous too.” Daisy said sympathetically. She needed to give Sydney updates like this as the pair had been ‘formally discouraged from making non-professional, social contact’ with each other. Corporate speak for ‘make this any worse and you will lose your job.’

“He is not about to be called a slut on TV in front of all his colleagues, now is he?” Sydney’s lack of h’s seemed ever so prominent in her time of stress. Her accent had seemingly thickened in one day, as she’d spent all of the previous day on the phone with Pierre in between their individual duties for the day.

“Well, that’s the patriarchy for you, love. Don’t worry, the interviewers will probably feel just as awkward asking the questions as you will answering them.” Daisy replied. All Sydney could see in her head was Olav winking at her after poking his tongue in the inside of his cheek and already knew that wouldn’t be the case.

As soon as she stepped out of the car and onto the pavement of the Red Bull Ring’s driver entrance, she could feel eyes and cameras on her. They were earlier than a lot of other teams, and earlier than most of their team, as they wanted to avoid the majority of unofficial media personnel asking questions, but of course you couldn’t plan it perfectly.

“Are you and Lando like, dating?” A young girl in an FiA top said as she scanned Sydney’s pass for her. Apparently the machines were broken, but Daisy didn’t seem to be having too much trouble.

“No.” Sydney deadpanned before grabbing her pass back and rejoining Daisy. “One question and I am already wanting to go home.” Sydney groaned.

“Just take it one question at a time.” Daisy said positively.

The format of the Thursday was the same as any other. Sydney would complete all her individual interviews, the official Formula 1 press conference with another randomly selected driver, and then anything extra for AlphaTauri. Today, there was also a Grill the Grid to film, which made her feel physically nauseous as they almost always involved the discussion of fellow drivers. And yet, the entire atmosphere was different. Sydney felt like a zoo animal with all the eyes on her, and she even saw Christian Horner whisper something to Max Verstappen as she walked past them at one point. To his credit, Max didn’t seem overly impressed with whatever Christian had to say, and sent Sydney a comforting smile.

“Sydney, fuck, how are you?” Charles said as he was passing by with his team, seeming tentative to give her a hug but doing so anyway.

“I’m fine, I just need to get through today.” Sydney said softly into his shoulder.

“You’ll be great.” He smiled sympathetically before being swept off to another interview.

She didn’t really pay any attention to where they were going until Daisy stopped walking and got out her phone, probably panic checking Sydney’s schedule. They were basically in the middle of nowhere, in the AlpaTauri pit lane garage surrounded by a couple of engineers and mechanics but definitely no press. She gave Daisy a questioning look at their locale.

“Sky want to meet us here for an interview, something about location variety for their cut-shots before the race, I don’t know.” Daisy trailed off, her fidgeting hands revealing that she was nervous as well.

“Who is the interviewer? I do not want a man.” Sydney said as she closed her eyes and rubbed the heel of her palm into them.

“I think we have Natalie, so you’re in luck.” Daisy said just as a TV crew arrived in the pit lane. Two chairs were set up facing into the garage, so that the background of the video would be the pit wall. Natalie beckoned Sydney over as the crew continued setting up cameras and microphones, and she gave Daisy a questioning look before going over.

“Now, I know you’re probably nervous, and that’s totally fine, but I just want you to know that I only have one question about, well you know what about,” Natalie began, and Sydney was thanking the omnipotent powers of the world that this was the presenter she was given. “And it’s so open-ended you can basically give a press-statement on it. I'm not gonna try and make you say something risqué, as much as my boss wants me to. The interview’s mainly to talk about feminist shit, the female experience in F1. But don’t worry, this was planned before Tuesday, it’s not some cover up thing.” Natalie smiled comfortingly, and Sydney tried her best to smile back. Maybe she’d over-reacted, maybe the press wasn’t actually going to be that bad.

God, was she wrong. Her interviews all went by fairly quickly, her anxiety-riddled brain relaxing in relief at the questions that would normally seem brain numbing, and most only asked one or two questions about her and Lando. Grill the Grid was also fine, it was about driver heights and she made sure to group the shorter drivers together so that she wouldn’t have to actually say Lando’s name. They even filmed a few jokey AlphaTauri videos while they were in their racing gear. It was the press conference where the day really went to shit.

Her group was made up of Lewis Hamilton, neutral, Sebastian Vettel, kind but never spoken to him, Mick Schumacher, nice enough, and, even though the driver selections were supposedly random, Lando Norris. She made sure to seat herself in the far right-hand chair, hopefully so that the interviewers would forget about her. That was obviously a feeble wish.

“Sorry to Seb, Lewis and Mick, this could be a bit of a boring one for you.” One of the press conference interviewers said as they all settled themselves down. The five of them chuckled good naturedly, but Sydney thought she might vomit again.

“And we’re good to go. Well, I don’t think anyone will be surprised by this first question. Lando, we’ll come to you first, what do you have to say after that photo was leaked on Tuesday?” There was a slightly awkward moment of silence as Lando paused to readjust in his chair, obviously trying to stall as well.

“Well, I mean, obviously it’s not an ideal situation for myself and Sydney to be in,” Sydney noticed him tack on the end of her name like an afterthought, obviously not wanting to use a nickname on air, “because it wasn’t a public place, you know, so it’s unfortunate that even our private lives aren’t very private, but I suppose that comes with the territory.” Lando seemed like he was done, but a stern looked from Charlotte prompted him to continue.

“It’s also not as if we need to apologise, so I guess all I really have to say is that it’s just a photo from a 21st birthday party and people shouldn’t read too much into it.” Lando sank back in his chair, and no amount of eye contact from Charlotte was going to make him keep going.

“And Sydney, what are your thoughts?” The interviewer turned to look at her. She had to stop herself from instinctually looking over at Lando, needing the support of his blue eyes at a time like this.

“I agree with Lando, I think that it is not a photo that belongs to the public, and it is unfortunate that we cannot behave like normal people our age without a big fuss being made. On the other hand,” Sydney continued, receiving a look from Daisy this time, “I do recognise that I have a great privilege in being a Formula 1 driver, and obviously part of that is being, euh, watched? I guess? And although, as Lando said, I do not need to apologise, I can see why certain people have, euh, issues with our behaviour.”

The interviewer moved onto questions about the race for the other three for about 5 minutes, a fraction of the time they would usually spend on official questions, before opening up to the floor.

“David Croft, Sky Sports F1, a question for Sydney. You said before that you can see why certain people would ‘have issues’ with your and Lando’s actions. Why is that?”

“Well, I need to be, euh, diplomatic, non?” Sydney elicited a laugh from a few journalists, but barely cracked a smile herself. “The reason is that people usually have issues when young people in, euh, with fame, behave the way other people their age do. Drinking, dancing, a lot of people have problems with that.”

“And how do you respond to assertions that you’re throwing away your career, or making a mockery of F1?” Sydney’s head began to buzz, and the long words he was using didn’t help. She inferred what ‘assertions’ meant and carried on, hoping she was correct.

“Euh, well, I think that could be how it seems, but I think that some people are forgetting that it was my 21st birthday, and that I do not do this every weekend, if ever, and that I am still capable of racing well even though I am not just a Formula 1 robot with no desire to have fun.” Sydney tried to stop herself from getting too annoyed.

“I think, what I’m more trying to get at here, forgive me for the insistence, is that a relationship between two drivers could be potentially detrimental to the sport as a whole.” The man continued.

“Well, maybe it could be, but we are not in a relationship so that is not a problem.” Sydney said bluntly.

“Okay, I think we’ll move on to somebody else now.” The main interviewer said.

“Peter Vamosi, Racingline. Sydney, how do you think the presence of both genders in Formula 1 will change the sport, especially given the actions of Monday night?” Sydney had to push down a grimace.

“I think that the presence of women in Formula 1 can only be a good thing. There are too many men in this sport, both on the track and off, and I think that, when girls who are interested in karting see female engineers and female drivers, they understand that this is a real career for them. I also think that sometimes this sport can be, euh, negative in that there is too much, euh, trying to prove that you’re the best. I mean obviously we all want to be the best, we all want to win. But I think sometimes, with all the, euh, I think testosterone is the word, with all the testosterone the competition can compromise safety and can create really negative attitudes towards other teams or other supporters.” Sydney knew that that wasn’t the answer he was looking for, but it was how she really felt, and she wouldn’t bow to his will and talk about Monday night when it was irrelevant.

“Matt Kew, Autosport. Sydney, can you really maintain that view, that there are only positives to come from a female presence in Formula 1, when one photo of you and Lando has already thrown the paddock into such a frenzy?” God, she wanted to strangle that little man.

“Euh, well, yes, of course I can. That ‘frenzy’ is because of an attitude problem in this sport, not because of a female presence.” She had completely forgotten about keeping her cool.

“Christian Nimmervoll, Motorsport Total. Christian Horner has just told my colleague that, quote ‘drivers who behave like drunk teenagers in their free time are a poor representation of the serious athletes in this sport.’ What do you have to say about that, and do you think that that is reflective of the attitude problem you mentioned?” Sydney paused for a moment to gather her thoughts, struggling to stay civil.

“You didn’t address the question, can I answer?” Seb said jokingly, representing the thoughts of the other three drivers. Well, potentially even four, given Lando hadn’t been asked a single question so far either.

“Um, Sydney?” The interviewer said awkwardly, and she could hear Lewis exhale in comedic disbelief next to her.

“Euh, I think that, um, well I do not really know what to say.” Sydney half-laughed. She knew exactly what she wanted to say, but if she began crying sexism up and down the paddock she’d be called hysterical.

“I’d like to answer this question, actually.” Lando said from a few chairs down, and all heads in the room, including Sydney’s, turned to face him. “I think that the attitude problem Syd mentioned isn’t just people saying things like what Christian said, which I have my own thoughts on, but that’s besides the point. I think the attitude problem is perfectly represented in this room. She was asked four questions in a row, all of which tried to insinuate that a drunken kiss between us somehow meant that women shouldn’t be allowed to race in Formula 1, which, pardon my language, is the biggest bullshit I’ve ever heard. At least if all of you were interrogating both of us, it could be written off as gossip for entertainment, but the fact that Syd’s getting the blame for something that wasn’t even bad in the first place is ridiculous, given there are two of us in that photo.” The room fell silent after Lando’s short outburst, and Sydney noticed that Charlotte and Daisy had already left the room. They were beyond help.

“Well, maybe we’ll just end it there for today.” The main interviewer said, awkwardly mouthing something to his colleague. Lewis turned to Sydney sympathetically.

“I know how it feels, don’t worry. Just remember that if you’re driving well, and getting good results, there’s nothing they can really say to you.” With that, the older man stood up and left the room, allowing Sydney to make brief eye contact with Lando before he too left the room. It was going to be a long weekend.

She was in the car, in the last minutes remaining of Q3. She would have just enough time to complete one flying lap after this slow lap to let her battery recover. Mattia had told her to aim for the 1:03s, and she had no idea where that would put her but she trusted him. Disappointed my ass, Sydney thought to herself. She’d never qualified so well in her whole life. It was as if a hole had opened up in the middle of the track ahead of her and she was just disappearing through it, the air in front of her splitting like a tunnel.

She rounded the last corner, hitting the apex just right and accelerating out in a way that made her feel as though she had melted into the car and was simply extending her own body parts. As she passed the chequered flag, she heard the telltale crackle of the radio, followed by a cheer that surprised her so much she nearly spun the car.

“P4 SYD! P FUCKING 4!” Mattia yelled over the radio from the pit wall.

“Seriously?” Sydney asked in true disbelief.

“Yeah Syd, well done, well done today.” Mattia continued.

“Fuck me man, fuck, I was not expecting that.” Sydney could feel tears running down her cheeks. If she was Max or Lewis they would’ve been tears of disappointment with P4, but she was elated. A small voice in the back of her head whispered, “Lando had better have done well too, or you’ll look really, really bad.”

“And now, is that Sydney Laurent I see? I think it is.” The voice of Ted Kravitz made Sydney turn her head to face him, stopping her walk through the paddock. She had her hair unplaited and tied into a bun, and her overalls were down around her waist, and she hadn’t taken off the shit-eating grin that she’d been wearing for the past hour and a half. “Well, someone certainly looks happy.” He said in his cheerful voice.

“I think this is the best day of my life since France.” She said happily.

“And France was less than a month ago, you have to be aware that you’re having an astoundingly good season.” The photo flashed through her mind and she winced slightly.

“Well, euh, astoundingly? That was what you said? No, I wouldn’t say that, not after this week. But today, it has definitely improved things.” Sydney laughed.

“Speaking of this week, with you in P4 and Lando in P2 after qualifying, I mean, I think everyone has to eat their words now, don’t they?” Ted said, with a grin still on his face.

“Eat their words? I have never heard that expression before, it is funny. Yes, yes I believe that they do have to eat their words. We are both serious athletes, even if some people don’t think so.” She said, cheekily referencing Christian Horner’s comments from earlier in the week.

“We’d better get going, but it was lovely talking to you Sydney, best of luck for tomorrow.” Ted said, rushing off to find another person to interview for his post-qualifying, post-media show.

Once again, it was more due to the pitfalls in other driver’s strategies, with Lewis’ pitstop taking over 6 seconds and the undercut not working in Checo’s favour, but Sydney found herself walking out onto the podium in third place, accepting her trophy and holding it high above her head. You couldn’t call this a fluke anymore, nor luck, nor anything else. She was just a good driver, and no one could dispute it. But the thing that made this podium even better, that made a grin split her face open in two like a madwoman, was who walked out when they announced second place.

“LANDOOO NORRIS!” Cheers erupted from the crowd as the boy stepped out to accept his trophy. Sydney couldn’t help but stare. His brown curls spilled out from under his cap and his smile was bright enough to rival the sun. Her chest ached for what could now never transpire between them, but she also felt elated at what they had achieved. They had managed to make all the doubt and the criticism vanish in just one fell swoop.

The music began to play and Lando and Sydney began spraying their champagne with noticeably more enthusiasm than Max, but that didn’t stop him from dousing the pair in equal measure. Once the cheering had died down, Sydney lifted the comically large bottle to take a well-deserved swig.

“You two are unbelievable.” Max said, laughing.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Lando said, cringing at the taste of champagne in his mouth.

“You have maybe the biggest scandal between two drivers, and I’m literally dating the ex-wife of the driver I replaced, and then you finish the week with a podium for both of you. I just, it’s unbelievable.” Max continued, laughing to himself.

“Yeah, we’re pretty good.” Lando said, and he swung his arm around Sydney’s shoulders as they walked off the podium. He removed it fairly swiftly upon noticing all the cameras that were on them, but at this point Sydney didn’t care. They could shit-stir all they wanted, because they’d proved that whatever was going on between them, which neither them nor the media really understood, wouldn’t get in the way of their jobs.

That night, after she was interviewed, debriefed and showered, Sydney cuddled under her duna, the warmth of her hotel room nearly lulling her to sleep. Her newly founded phone addiction led her to opening Instagram, despite her better judgement. She saw more notifications than usual, all of which were about the same tagged post. Clicking on the first one to pop up, she was taken to Lando’s account. On the first slide, a picture of Max, Lando and Sydney on the podium, grins wide as Max spoke to both of them. On the second, it was the picture from the pub. Not the one taken by some stranger, nor the video taken by Pierre. It was Daisy’s photo, the one of them laughing. His caption? 🥉+🥈. God, she really did blush like a schoolgirl.

#Formula 1 #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 one shot #formula 1 fic #formula 1 imagine #lando norris #lando norris imagine #lando norris one shot #lando norris fic #lando norris x oc #lando norris x reader

[zonedelicious]

EchoVN analysis thingy

This will be a quick analysis of the furry visual novel Echo which will obviously contain spoilers. This is my own personal interpretation of the narrative and shouldn't be taken as factual. I must also state that I am not sexually interested in any of the characters, so this will be an asexual reading of sorts.

Echo to me is a story about mental illness and how it affects people. All 6 of the main characters are suffering mentally and that has affected their relationships with each other. Of course there is the paranormal entities that exist within the town of Echo. Our characters are one small part of a greater messed up world.

When seeing how people talk about the characters it is very similar how people discuss mental illness in real life. That is villainising it. With no offense to anyone in particular, there is often a hatred towards these characters that feels personal and that hatred comes from ableism. Thinking that none of these characters deserve happiness, that they're inherently bad, or that they're psychotic, it's all ableist reaction. And maybe that's intentional. Because Echo is a game that makes you feel uncomfortable. And maybe it's trying to make you question your own biases.

If there's one character that could potentially represent this best it is Sydney. The kid that drowned. Who's often portrayed as a cruel and even demonic kid. Some say he's even the one behind all the demonic entities. You could say he's a bad person. Right? But that would be wrong. Because Sydney being a bad person is a lie. A lie Chase made up.

Chase is an unreliable narrator who throughout the game is often seen lying and intentionally twisting the truth. It is his coping mechanism. He intentionally exaggerated Syd's bad moments and lies about Syd's death, to cope with the fact that he was the one who killed him. Chase as well as TJ had buried their memories of the event due to how traumatic it was for them and avoid thinking a out Syndey at all. In Flynn's route we even see Syd as a very friendly kid. It was only after his father's death that he grew distant from the others, because they judged him. Sydney was not a monster. He was simply another kid. Anyone could have taken his place. Just like Chase, the player frames Sydney as a bad person. You would expect him to be bad. Especially when being aware of common horror tropes of a vengeful ghost. But of course that never happens. Sydney probably has even forgiven Chase from what Micha says in Jenna's route. So what's the message then, that Chase is the bad guy? Well you would think that of course, but that's also false.

Chase is a mentally unwell person. He has been possessed for so long that he doesn't even know who he is. He lies and manipulates people because he is emotionally detached from everything. Does that makes him evil? No. He's simply a person. He does shit things. He has mental issues he can't control. This of course is shown by him literally being possessed by multiple ghosts, that also represent real world mental health issues. In TJ's route he is basically no longer in control of his own body according to Sam. He is a puppet. And that doesn't excuse his actions entirely. But it needs to be understood that he and everyone else in the game are suffering from serious mental health issues, and in the real world that means they are unstable and not fully in control of their own actions. So while yes technically a demon possessed Chase killed Sydney and Flynn. It was also a metaphor for how mental illness can cause you to do things you do not want to do.

Carl could get a job and go to college and be the best student and get all the girls and be happy. But that's not what's it like when your anxiety is so bad you start having panic attacks constantly.

TJ could just man up and be a badass. But how can you expect a 19 year old to change like that when they've been emotionally stunted due to trauma.

Trauma, depression, anxiety etc. It is all fucking painful, it fucks you up, and you can't function because of it. I relate with all these characters because I felt it too. I lost a friend and I've quit college and I had anger issues and people treated me like I was crazy. Probably shouldn't be personal on a furry post but I need to emphasize that this shit is really fucking hard to deal with.

So to say these characters are irredeemable and inherently bad, it is simply cruel to me. Yes I do think someone like Leo deserves love and care and to be hugged. Not because I want to fuck him. But because I understand that this is a broken man who does not deserve the pain he is going through.

Leo is the reason I started writing this essay. Before I even started playing I saw how Leo is said to be the worst person ever. To the point that liking Leo is seen as "missing the point". Which I find strange because Leo is never portrayed in the game in this way.

"I can fix him" in reference to Leo is a meme for how an absurd of an idea it is, but the game itself says that he should go to therapy, which is the game saying Leo should get fixed in a way. And he does get fixed. In his good ending he refuses to get Chase's number. In Jenna's route he apologizes to Micha and takes responsibility for his past actions. Leo makes changes despite being mind fucked by the mental illness devil. So him being portrayed as evil I think goes against the actual message.

Most of what I said for Leo also applies to Jenna. Though the hate she gets is also heavily tied to the fact she's the only girl in the main group and this is a game aimed at gay males. Any action she takes is the wrong one. Funny as that's exactly how Jenna grew up. She was always screwed over no matter what and had to eventually leave home. And her cold personality is a defense mechanism a lot of women develop to protect themselves from men. Then maybe she was also a way for cis gay men to question their misogyny.

So what's the end message? That you should excuse bad actions? Not necessarily. I think it's important to differentiate when a person chooses to hurt someone and when they don't. With Flynn, his bad actions are often choices. He chooses to be distant and an asshole. Yet at the same time this is how he communicates. I do not think Flynn knows he's hurting Carl when he insults him. Is it wrong to do so? Yes. Does Flynn care about Carl and doesn't want to hurt him? I believe so. Is Leo selfish and obsessive? Yes. Does Leo genuinely care about his friends and wants to protect them? Also yes.

Again this is simply how mental illness is. Anger issues, personality disorders, etc. The way you act does not always reflect your intentions. I'm not an expert here and don't know the right terminology. All I know is that functioning as a normal human being is really fucking hard. It affects your life and your relationships. And most of the time it isn't your fault.

So that's what Echo means to me. It is about people who are suffering. Who make mistakes. Who are assholes. And who are still people despite all that. They aren't evil, or psychos, or monsters. They're just people. And I am happy that the game treats them as such the entire time. People with mental illnesses deserve happiness.

This was my first analysis post. Well it's a rant post really but those are the same things. I hope to make more posts like this in the future as I am bored and jobless and that's what you do on the internet. Thank you for reading everyone.

#Analysis #Zone analysis #echo vn #echo visual novel #furry visual novel #This is very long I am so sorry

[fluentmoviequoter]

I've been trying to think of more Victor prompts, so I looked at whump prompts bc that's my favourite type of fics, and I feel like this could work for him. Like, he gets injured and turns off the pain so by the time the danger passes he forgets about it, and its not visible like external bleeding so others notice. Could be internal bleeding or head injury? If you can make something out of my rambling that would be impressive lol

I've never clicked on a request faster. I love this! I think I understand what you're asking for and hope I did it justice! I went with a concussion because it's internal but not too severe, since he can't go to the hospital or anything. I'm not sure how I feel about this, so if you want me to change anything or rewrite I can. Please let me know what you think and keep the Victor requests coming!!🤍

Warnings: spoilers for Vicious, concussion + descriptions of symptoms, detailed fight (inspired by the hallway fight scene in Daredevil), I think it can be read as platonic or romantic (the ending leans a little more romantic but I think it still works either way), fluff, and a brief Batman reference.

Word Count: 1.9k+ words

A/N: I imagine this takes place after Vengeful, but I don't think there's anything specific to place it there. I love writing for Victor and feel like I'm getting a little better at capturing him; he's a complex character but so much fun to write for! I'm working on a few fics for other characters, but to be completely honest, Victor requests will probably jump the line. I hope you enjoy this and please let me know what you think!

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I Forgot

“Sneaking into a corporate building this size cannot be a good idea, Vic,” you point out. “There will be private security, cameras, everything you can imagine times ten.”

“Mitch is hacking the security system, and I can manipulate the pain of the guards so they never even see us, all of which will give us time to get the information we need,” Victor responds, not looking up from the blueprints on the table.

“Why is this a three-person job again? If it’s that easy, you and Mitch can do it.”

“It’s easier for him to focus on the guards and let you get the intel,” Mitch explains.

“Yeah, he’s not a great multi-tasker,” Sydney adds.

“We can’t all have the brain capacity and speed of a twelve-year-old girl,” Victor calls over his shoulder. He looks at you to say, “I need you in there. Are you in?”

You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose as you stand behind him, looking over his shoulder. You ask, “Where are we getting in?”

The corner of Victor’s mouth raises nearly imperceptibly, the closest thing you’ve ever seen to a smile, before pointing to a side entrance.

“This is the fire escape door. Mitch will hack their system, disable its alarm, and we’ll be in,” Victor says, dragging his finger across the blueprint as he outlines a route to the server room. “Most of the security guards will be patrolling the outside, and we’ll hit during their shift change. Mitch got their schedules, and we know when the optimal time is. Less guards and less ground covered by them.”

“Seems easy enough.”

“I know.”

“Sarcasm, Vic,” you and Mitch say together.

Victor looks at you and rolls his eyes before mouthing, “I know.”

“Alright, Mr. Pre-Med, if you know everything, tell me what happens if you don’t see one of the guards and they take a shot at us.”

“I turn the pain off, and we keep going.”

“Bleed out, got it,” you mumble under your breath.

“Getting shot hurts,” Sydney adds.

“You don’t say,” Victor quips.

You and Sydney look at each other and smile.

“This is why I never make jokes.” Victor sighs.

“Sorry, Vic. Go over it one more time?”

He shows you the route again and points to the areas most likely to have security and personnel presence. 

“And if someone calls the police and they surround the building?” you ask.

“We do what we do best,” Victor replies.

✯✯✯✯✯

“You’re clear,” Mitch says. A mechanism above the door clicks as the alarm disconnects and it unlocks.

“Where did you get these earpieces?” you ask, following Victor through the fire escape door.

“iSpy.com,” Mitch answers.

“Focus,” Victor snaps, looking over his shoulder at you.

You nod, stopping behind him as he looks around a corner.

“There are three guards down there,” Victor says.

Two clear thuds sound and Victor signals for you to follow him. When you step out behind Victor, you glance to the left and see three grown men curled up in pain, rocking back and forth in the fetal position. Victor drops two more guards, who never see either of you, before putting his hand out and stopping you.

“There’s someone else here,” he whispers.

“No heat signatures on the security feed's infrared,” Mitch states, clicking sounds echoing in your earpiece.

“Any idea where they are?” you ask.

Victor shakes his head and looks over your shoulder before looking the other way. 

“Let me go first, the server room is right around the corner. I’ll let you know if there’s anyone in there. Otherwise, keep everyone out,” you suggest.

He hesitates before nodding, watching you walk past him and silently open the door, signaling that the room is empty before slipping inside. Before he can register the sound of footsteps or a door opening, someone wraps an arm around his neck. Victor pulls the arm, twisting the man in front of him before slamming him against the opposite wall.

Two more guards enter the hallway, and Victor tries to turn their pain dials but gets distracted by the man in his arms. Turning to his right, he shoves the first guard into the second and brings his elbow down on the wrist of the third as he pulls his gun.

Grunting, he imagines the dial but loses it again when a hand grips his shoulder. Pulling the wrist over his arm, he flips the guard and takes a deep breath. All three men gasp before crying out in pain. Victor smirks as he stands over them, oblivious to the alert being sent to all of the security guards in the building.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Mitch, what am I even looking for?” you ask, bypassing the password screen as Mitch lets you into the system. “And why can't you do this remotely?”

“Their system won’t allow internal downloads, someone has to download it to a destination outside of their network. Since I’m tapped into the network, you’ll have to put it on the external drive I gave you. The file should say something like ‘Eli Project’ or ‘Project Eli,’ if Vic’s information is right.”

“Got it. How’s Victor doing?”

“Looks like he’s dropping bodies as usual.”

You hum as you click through the files in the central server. You trust Victor, but companies publish false information to catch hackers and preserve trade secrets. His intel may be wrong. No file names match the criteria; the word ‘Eli’ isn’t in any of the files you view.

“Victor’s never been wrong before?” you ask.

“Rarely.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Victor pulls a gun from a guard before slamming the handle down on his forehead. Panting, he stands and increases everyone’s pain, smirking as several pass out from the intensity. A gloved hand meets the side of his neck, and before he sees his attacker to debilitate them, his head is shoved into the concrete wall beside him.

“Unnecessary,” Victor says through gritted teeth.

He pushes back against the hand on his neck, turning to see the guard. After the initial impact, his head starts to hurt, a feeling he isn’t used to anymore, so he decides to turn it off and keep everyone away from you. As he turns, Victor sees the man swing his fist toward Victor’s head. Victor slips forward and turns his own pain down. Remembering where you are, he directs increased pain to every person in the building, even as he feels his control slipping.

✯✯✯✯✯

“I found it!” you cheer, dragging the files to download onto Mitch’s hard drive. “It’s an acronym.”

“For?” Mitch asks, clicking on his keyboard as he watches the files disappear from the company’s database.

“I feel like Batman,” you say quietly before answering, “Elevated Lexiconary Information Studies E-O. It is Eli. Although, no one would study e-words all the way through o-words in the same go, they should have thought that through better.”

“Focus,” Mitch reminds you.

“Right, sorry. Two to go… And we’re done. Thanks a million, Alfred!”

You can almost hear Mitch shake his head before requesting, “Get Victor out of there without causing too much permanent damage, would you?”

“That’s what I do best.”

You step out into the hallway and press your back against the wall when you don’t see Victor. He is supposed to be in sight and give you a signal that all is clear. Your eyes widen when you notice how many unconscious guards litter the hall. Victor isn’t in sight, but you hear footsteps and pained screams around the corner. Stepping carefully over each guard, you slowly walk to the corner and stop, watching Victor bend over and take a few deep breaths before standing.

✯✯✯✯✯

Victor’s control slips, a phenomenon that hasn’t happened since he first learned to control and use his ability. Several guards begin to stand as Victor gets dizzy and nearly forgets what he’s supposed to be doing. He hears your voice, talking to Mitch in his earpiece, and his head clears enough to regain control, flooring most of the guards before looking down the hallway in anticipation of the next round of reinforcements. They scream as he turns the dial too high, too fast, and he bends forward as his head spins and the light grows too bright, making him sick to his stomach.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Victor?” you ask, stepping into the same hallway corridor.

Victor turns toward you but doesn’t look up. You repeat his name, and his eyes narrow like he’s unsure who you are or where he is. Stepping toward him and reaching out, you try to figure out what’s wrong with him. He slurs something before falling forward, and you can’t catch him before he hits the floor.

Dropping to your knees beside him, you hold his head and neck still as you look around. No one is moving, the guards still seeming to be in pain. 

“Mitch?” you ask.

“What happened? I’ve got one of the cameras up. That didn’t look good.”

“I don’t know, he just collapsed. He looked confused. Mitch, what do I do?”

Mitch answers that he’s on his way as Victor opens his eyes and looks at you, straining against your hands as he views you upside-down.

“If he hit his head, we shouldn’t move him, Mitch.”

You look at Victor and notice he’s regained consciousness.

“Hey. Are you okay?”

“Debatable,” he answers. “But good enough to get out of here. Let’s go.”

He numbs the pain again, ignoring you as you argue with him that he shouldn't move and ask him if he hit his head. Focusing on your voice helps, but he’s still dizzy, nauseous, and slightly disoriented. You meet Mitch at the fire escape door and help Victor before you climb into the car, exhaling as you allow your shoulders to drop. Sitting in the backseat together, you turn in your seat to talk to Victor.

“And just when were you going to tell me about your head? Before or after you collapsed in the hallway?” you ask.

“I forgot,” he answers.

“You forgot?”

“I forgot.”

“Mitch, take us to my place, please,” you ask, looking into Victor’s eyes as you speak. “I think you have a concussion, Vic.”

“You have a place?” he asks.

“I’m the only one not posted everywhere as a missing child or wanted for escaping prison. I figured one of us should have a place to land.”

Victor nods, blinking slowly before his eyes close again.

✯✯✯✯✯

Victor groans as he wakes up. “Did Mitch run over me?” he asks.

“No, he did carry you inside after saving you in his car, though. You have a concussion, a fairly severe one based on the scene in the hallway. Want to tell me what happened?”

He sits up slowly, looking around the dark, unfamiliar room. “Where are we?”

“My place. Keep that ice on your head.”

Victor presses the ice pack to his head.

“So, what happened?”

“One of the guards came up behind me. I didn’t see him, so I couldn’t stop him. He slammed my head into the wall.”

“And you thought, ‘it’s probably fine, I won’t tell anyone?’”

“I turned off the pain and forgot,” Victor says, shrugging.

“You forgot,” you repeat, chuckling quietly.

“I can’t see you.”

“Yeah, light is bad for concussions. So is noise, so I’m going to give you a little time to rest. Sydney wants to come check on you when you feel better; let me know when you’re up for some company.”

As you near the door, preparing to give him some privacy and silence, he whispers, “Thank you.”

You freeze, not used to hearing Victor Vale express gratitude. Even though he can’t see you, you smile at him.

“You’re welcome. And it’s only because it’s you.”

Victor’s chuckle follows you out of the room, and his subsequent calls for help - and company - are nowhere near the inconvenience he seems to think they are.

#victor vale x reader #victor vale #vicious ve schwab #requests #fem!reader #whump

[expectgrcatness]

[ sydney sweeney, cis woman, she/her ] — whoa! MELODY ASHFORTH just stole my cab! not cool, but maybe they needed it more. they have lived in the city for HER WHOLE LIFE, working as a MECHANIC. that can’t be easy, especially at only 26 YEARS OLD. some people say they can be a little bit FLIRTATIOUS and CUNNING , but i know them to be UPBEAT and CHARISMATIC. whatever. i guess i’ll catch the next cab. hope they like the ride back to QUEENS!

BASIC INFO

full name: melody elizabeth ashforth

nickname(s): mel, melly, m

pronouns & gender: she/her, ciswoman

sexuality: bisexual

age: twenty-six

relationship status: single

birth date: february 14

birth place: queens, new york

time in town: her whole life

occupation: mechanic

personality: charismatic, cunning, flirtatious & upbeat

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

faceclaim: sydney sweeney

height: 5'3"

hair color: blonde

eye color: blue

BACKGROUND

melody was born to michelle and kirk ashforth being the middle of three children. she grew up with her older sister being 6 years older than her and her younger brother being also 6 years younger than her. so she wasn't close with either of them up until they were all adults. it made things a little lonely for melody.

she's a very personable person and loves to make friends because she was never close to her family. in high school, she was a cheerleader and was in dance. however, when she joined autoshop class, her mindset changed completely. everyone thought she was having a mental breakdown but in reality, she found exactly what she wanted to do with her life. and that wasn't doing cheerleading and dance.

after high school, she went on to school to learn more about cars and how they work. she graduated from technical college and began working. she loves her job.

#boroughs.intro

[elizabeaufort]

⏤ Introducing ELIZABETH BEAUFORT. Word on the street is they are a STRIPPER / MODEL, having been around for 4 YEARS. Though they are OBSESSIVE and COMPULSIVE, they can also be OPEN MINDED and GENEROUS. In the chaos of New York City, they’re sure to fit right in.

— BASICS

Name: elizabeth "lux" louise beaufort

Nickname(s): "lux" ( preferred nickname and stage name ), "liz, lizzie" ( family members only )

Age / D.O.B.: 30, July, 2nd 1993.

Gender, Pronouns & Sexuality: Female, she / her, heterosexual.

Hometown: Sydney, Australia

Affiliation: Civilian

Job position: (If gang member/affiliated, please indicate their role as well.) Stripper @ GENTILLE FILLE

Education: Dropped out the second year of Arts and Design

Relationship status: Widow, single.

Children: 2 ( twins, finn and lillou age 3 )

Positive traits: (5) open mind, kind, patient, flexible, resilient

Negative traits: (5) obsessive, compulsive, impulsive, enigmatic, awkward

Personality:  INFP

Height: 1,68m / 5'6" ft

— BIOGRAPHY

TRIGGER WARNINGS: murder, death, child abandonment

What happens when a French gardener Claude and a socialite divorced Estella became lovers? This is how Elizabeth came to the world. She was born in Australia, Sydney. Her grandparents by her mother side, wasn't thrilled with the news. But they tried to make it, their romance and their little family. At the age of 5, Elizabeth and her parents moved to U.S. seeking for the 'American dream'.

Arriving in the States, they tried to adapt to the new life, but Estella wasn't very happy. She misses her old life in Australia where she had everything and there had to battle to get her things. Eventually, the fights became constant, and Claude tried everything to fix it, although he didn't have the budget to give what his wife wanted.

When Elizabeth was 9 years old, her mother said she was going on a trip and would back. And she never back. She abandoned her, and her father. A few years later he signed the divorce paper she requested.

Years and years later, she met a guy named Jack, and the pair quickly became infatuated. He was a mechanic, and she wished to one day become an interior designer. They married and had twin babies (a couple), named Finnegan 'Finn' and Lillou.

A tragedy of destiny came when her husband was brutally murdered. The killer mistook him with somebody else. He wasn't the target. After the death of her husband, it was hard to raise her children and she felt bad for all the effort her father was making for her, and his grandchildren. She did a lot of odd jobs to help her children and her father as well, this is when she met someone, who suggested her work in a club that was looking for new strippers and paid well.

She went to get information and decided to give it a shot. It was the fastest way to get money and paid well. At home, people are unaware of what she does for work, and she would rather things be kept this way. Her father helps her with the twins.

; tldr

her mother abandoned her when she was a child.

her husband was murdered by mistake.

mother of two (twins) a boy and a girl named lillou, and finnegan 'finn', age 3.

her father helps her with the grandchildren, but he doesn't know he is a stripper. he has his suspicion but would rather not be found the truth.

she still wishes to be an interior designer or have her own drink company.

— WANTED CONNECTIONS:

Clients (??): Maybe she has affection for y/u (platonically) maybe not, but y/m pays her well.

Friends of her (deceased) husband (2/3): Maybe they still get in touch with her, idk.

Close friend (1/2): She's very hard to open up, or let anyone in to get to know her well… But this person didn't struggle much to open up.

Unlikely friends (2):

Small squad (4): i see this group of friends like scooby doo gang, or something like the bold type group of friends idk.

— TAKEN CONNECTIONS:

Friends: Rahi, Gabi, Ezra

Acquainted: Tristan, Oscar, Korra

Close friends: Luis

Fwb: Zane, Sebastian (? , Axel

Childhood friends: Damien

Clients: Hans, Sebastian (?, Callum

Flirtationship (one-sided): Flynn

Her late husband's friends: Jack, Izara

Co-worker: Harley, Seine

Parents friends: Korra, Ezra, Rafa

Neighbors: Rafa

#wb.intro #child abandonment tw #murder mention tw #death tw

[creator-indy]

not sure if I'm a bit late for this shdhcs but if you're okay with answering, I'd love to hear some more about your ocs-! They all seem very cool and I'd like to know more about em :°]

I’ll go over my cyborg character Sydney and his friends real quick since I still love them

Sydney himself just wants to fit in with humans and do normal human things but that’s pretty hard to do when your a 15 foot tall angel cyborg clone of your mom with anxiety but his friends (and boyfriend) got his back :]

Brandon is the mom friend of the group (and cook) he dreams of owning his own food truck so in order to do that he works at a diner as a waiter/cook (he’s exhausted a lot of the time but he doesn’t let anyone know)

Frances is confidence incarnate and an expert in fashion and fighting they will beat you to a pulp and look fabulous while doing it if you so much as look at their friends and brother the wrong way

Sawyer buries himself in the knowledge that books can carry and his job as a librarian due to an incident in hs regarding an ex so that sort of scared him out of relationships for a while or at least until they met Sydney :>

Pepper is a literal bundle of chaos

his dream is to build her very own E.V.A (he has a job as a mechanic) will rush into any problem head first hes also very close to Brandon (has been since high school) they have…something going on between them but who knows :]

I cant forget about Sasha either

He’s just a regular dude

the first human syd ever met in fact she worked at the lab Sydney lived in and worked under his mom or at least they did until he saw what Nora had done to him and was like “I Gotta get this guy outta here” and thus tried busting him out but wound up getting captured and having something…bad happen to her

Which brings me to Nora who is….a piece of work let me tell you

This woman made Sydney purely to stroke her own ego she wanted to make something in her own image something as close as to being created by god In her words so what better thing to make than a clone of yourself and turn it into a cyborg from birth so it can be something other than a lowly human so yeah thats pretty fucked but she got so cocky that she forgot that just cloning your body isn’t gonna make the clone act like you so she had to transfer her consciousness into her special project but he escaped before she could (thank god) but she managed to install a cord in the back of his neck and a plug into hers i certainly hope that doesn’t come up later she also cut off her arms and legs and replaced em with cybernetic enhancements so yeah

She’s completely fuckin insane

#and dont even get me started on want she did to Sasha good lord #indy answers #Sydney #Nora #Frances #Brandon! #pepper #sawyer #sasha

[still-writingfrommycorner]

outlet

Hi blog,

Been a while. Going by my last actual written entry here, it has been 4 years since I cared or had time to lay down my feelings and experiences in their most raw. No editing here, for a change - yay!

A quick summary to catch you up, 'cause the last few years have been quite full.

Got married

Had a baby

Landed a new Sydney-based job

Enjoyed working with Australian and NZ brands with said Sydney-based company

Got into a near-fatal car accident right outside our home

Left Sydney-based job and took two months off to recalibrate (didn't realize how badly I needed it until I was fully immersed in it -- highly recommend if you were born in the '90s like me and went to work right after college grad haha)

Did a short freelancing stint with a NY-based Filipino lifestyle brand (thanks to a generous mentor who did the introduction)

Let freelancing stint go as I got more serious with my full-time job applications

Went on a fun family trip to Bohol just in time for Chunky's 2nd birthday

Started a new work-from-anywhere job with one of the best digital agencies I've come across (funnily enough, first "worked" with them when I was still with Summit -- felt like a foreshadowing haha)

So... that's the past 4 years as a list. What's not seen are the many breakdowns and breakthroughs, coffees and matcha lattes, crippling anxieties and thank-you-universe moments of happiness that I went through, paid for, and lived through.

TBH, today's writing prompt was a personal low point. It's been a tough several weeks or month, really. And yesterday, it all just came to a boil. I've been thinking about journaling the past few months, and today I just couldn't fight the urge anymore. I just need an outlet or maybe coping mechanism would be more accurate. I've tried a lot at this point: looking at my zodiac readings (lol), curating crystals (can confirm they work haha), downloading cat games, downloading "soothing" games, retail therapy (too easy to get carried away with this), and going to the gym. But this - writing and talking to the void where I feel unknown in the best possible way - will always be the most natural for me.

I promise to be back. Even these last few minutes of just typing away my thoughts almost as soon as they came to me has brought me immense comfort. Let's work towards this bringing me joy.

Note: Funny story about this book. Badly wanted this and my then-boyfriend, now-husband bought it for me for Christmas. Was only about a quarter of the way through reading when life took over and I had to pause. Lent it to a friend who, 'til now, has not returned it yet. hahaha I see her semi-regularly, must remember to ask for it back next time.

#blogging #back to blogging #if you know me irl im fine i swear haha #April 22 2023 #writing #free therapy

[fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction]

so wait, the herreras remember most things, but sydney doesn't know how he died because he got ripped up more than router? did he just lose the literal physical mechanism of 'getting ripped apart by freddy', or the full failed heist-kidnapping situation?

He remembers a fixation on someone strong on his last job, a yellow fist, and the flash of a bear's face. He's aware that he died after seeing that face but not exactly 'how', just that Freddy was involved. Hence his extreme anxiety about Freddy and bear animatronics in general.

Things that left a major impression on him are what he remembers most but even those are still mostly incomplete. It's why he remembers Router but not quite everything about him or their inside jokes and histories. More like feelings associated with certain things/words/actions in regards to Router.

Sydney's soul, his Remnant, was wrecked a lot more than Router's by both the passage of time (his degrading thoughts and fixations consuming a lot of memories to focus on his obsession with Mike) and the act of dispelling by Vincent to burn them out of Mike, Jeremy, and Damian. That's a lot of Panther's memories lost, with just the most important stuff left in the paper plate pal that Router kept on him. That's the stuff that carried over.

#the writer rambles #panther #sydney herrera

[findopulencerp]

                           𝖎𝖘𝖆𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖊 𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖑 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖑𝖊

she was born twenty-five years ago, she is a werewolf who lives in descray as a mechanical engineer, and is in no pack. she looks an awful lot like sydney sweeney.

“you made a slow disaster out of me.”

Born to a wealthy family and growing up as a fae in Opulence, Isabelle had what you might call a sheltered upbringing. One of her parents’ younger children and their only daughter, Isabelle was doted on from the moment she was born, particularly by her father Mark. Her father was particularly invested in the new life he had created, wanting to distance himself as much as possible from the hippie commune he had grown up in. He valued wealth and success above all else, and instilled this in his children from a young age. As a teenager Isabelle developed a certain charisma, learning how to use her looks and charm to get what she wanted. Things came easily to her - good grades, lots of friends, boys fawning over her. But she wanted more than just what her looks could offer her - having discovered an early interest in science and mathematics, this was what she quietly focused on, while maintaining the air of someone who took their studies much less seriously. She had it all - the status of popularity and perfect grades.  In her final year at highschool she was offered a place at Harvard University in Massachusetts to study a degree in mechanical engineering, and so she left her hometown for the first time in her life to accept the offer. She came back every summer, and it was on one of these visits home that she met 18 year old Cass (her now 21). The pair immediately fell into a summer romance, and while Isabelle had intended to end it when she returned to University at the end of her holidays, Cass and herself ended up staying together and trying to make long distance work. Isabelle had had boyfriends at highschool, sure, and one in her first two years of university, but she’d never really felt like any of them had seen her for more than what she looked like. She felt the same with Cass, although she hoped that he saw more to her than the others had. After a year of long distance, Isabelle returned to Opulence once again to spend summer at home, and was shocked when Cass proposed to her on the spot. She said no, immediately, and the pair broke up, Isabelle certain that the proposal meant Cass was just trying to lock her down.  After finishing her engineering degree with honors, Isabelle moved straight into her masters, whipping through that with what seemed like ease. She felt the extreme pressure of her parents on her shoulders at all times, and wanted to make them as proud as she could, knowing how hard they had worked to give her a good education. She had a few relationships here and there, but nothing that serious, finding it hard to believe that anyone really liked her for who she was, her intellect, her wit. She’d always been put on a pedestal by men, made to fit their idea of a dream girl, and while she liked the attention she felt that no-one had ever really bothered to learn who she was underneath it all.  Now, Isabelle has just finished her masters and has accepted a job as a mechanical engineer back in her hometown, Opulence. Upon her return however, disaster struck. One of Cass’ ex-lovers, an unstable werewolf, tracked her down, confronted her about Cass’ proposal, and then bit her, resulting in her new status as werewolf. Isabelle is confused, lost, depressed - desperately wishing she could return to who she was. She resents being a wolf, the way she smells, the fact that she is now hot and hungry all the time, the way she looks when she’s in her wolf form. She’s yet to tell anyone but the fellow wolf who found her, but that is all about to change.

“what power did she attain when settling in opulence?”

Since being turned into a werewolf, she has developed something akin to constant baby wolf charm. Adult wolves have an instinct to give baby wolves whatever they want, to protect them and dote on them, and Isabelle has this effect on most people, regardless of whether they are a werewolf or not. This could manifest itself into someone wanting to protect her, being attracted to her, finding her charming, becoming easily infatuated with her, wanting to spoil her etc. (Please note, it is up to players how their muses react - her power could have no effect on a player’s muse, it is entirely up to the player). 

this character is…taken

#supernatural rp #oc rp #mature rp #horror rp #town rp #sydney sweeney fc #taken #werewolf

[eddiemort]

Happy Happy Joy Joy The Ren Stimpy Story FULL DOCUMENTARY

If I wasn’t for Ren & Stimpy I would not have continued in a career in animation.  I started as an inbetweener at Disney TV animation in 1991, but I could not adapt to the process.  It was very much a production line that I couldn’t find my place in.

I walked out after 6 months, deciding animation was not for me.  I then answered a job as a trainee layout artist at a studio called Mr. Big Cartoons in Sydney, which was a happier experience as I got to see the creative side of animation, rather than the mechanical aspects of it.

The director there had a copy of the episode ‘Stimpy’s Invention’ before it had been broadcast on Australian TV.  At that moment I realized there was ANOTHER WAY, and I wanted to make my own cartoons.

This documentary is an intense watch - not least for the personal, studio and network conflicts that arise when people are passionate about what they are doing, because to them THERE IS SIMPLY NO OTHER WAY.  Brilliant, inspired, funny, but ultimately flawed people.

John K has his issues that he will always continue to answer to.  Watch it and be inspired, but also watch it with trepidation.  I don’t get involved with opinions about his relationships because I don’t know the full details.  I know people who do, and their thoughts are on record.  It left me feeling very hollow and with a sense of things lost: Talent, opportunity, and innocence.  I believe everyone deserves redemption, but they have to want to change.  I hope he does.

*Footnote.  After John K was fired from his creation by Nickelodeon, the studio I worked for (Mr. Big Cartoons) were actually contracted to produce animation for the third season.  I’d left by then, but hassled them to assist on a few scenes, just so I could be part of Ren & Stimpy history.

#youtube #ren and stimpy #john k #documentary #happy happy joy joy

[firewvlk]

Look who just woke up- is that SAM WITWER? No, I must have been mistaken, that’s DEACON ST. JOHN from DAYS GONE. I heard he is 35 and stuck here just like everyone else. Even in the 20’s, they still give off a CYNICAL MERC, MOTORCYCLE ENTHUSIAST, AND EX-SOLDIER impression. They’re known to be quite LOYAL, but have a tendency to be ALOOF on their bad days.

gender/pronouns:

cismale & he/him

how long have they been in sydney:

real time: 3 years

fake time: about 5 years

which suburb do they live in:

balmain

personality description:

deek’s been through a lot of trauma thanks to his time in war & living through the apocalypse certainly hasn’t helped. he has a grim, cynical way of looking at things, but can still be lighthearted with the people he cares about. he has a very sarcastic sense of humor and a hard time taking orders from others, something that followed even in his army career. it takes him time to warm up to people, but once he cares for someone, he’ll do anything for them.

memories of their real life:

former member of the army that served in afghanistan, he was an honorable solider but hated every min of it. he was discharged after being the surviving member among his squad after a crash. he tried to save the others, but they were already gone, it’s something that still haunts him.

after that, he came home, bought a motorcycle & drifted around for a few years before getting a job as a mechanic & joined up with the mongrels motorcycle club as an enforcer. that’s where he met his closest friend turned brother, boozer, & became good friends with another member named jersey jim.

after numerous years with them, he met & later married sarah, who he went nomad for, which upset just about every brother he had in the club aside from boozer.

he was in farewell, oregon with boozer & sarah when the outbreak hit, & long story short, they managed to get an injured sarah out on a chopper while the boys fight their way to the camp she was taken to. they found it overrun by freakers (infected people/zombies), leading deacon to believe sarah was killed.

 the virus took over, resulting in complete societal collapse & left few humans alive. deek & boozer adapted to the new world & worked as bounty hunters.

& essentially after finding hope that sarah’s still alive, he goes on a wild chase to find her, only to find out her work/the people she worked for created the virus & they’re mutating it to create new basically “super” people.

in the end he managed to get sarah back, but the world had still gone to hell so y’know.

what was their fake life like:

tba after plotting

#threads: deacon. #thebridge: intro #deacon st. john intro.

[ebonyxnoh]

                “Shut Up ‘N Drive. „

TW: Death, Mentions of Cancer

FULL NAME: Ebony Eunyoung Noh NICKNAME(S): Eb, AGE: 24 | July 1st, 1997 GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cisfemale, She/her FACE CLAIM: Sydney Park EYE COLOR: Brown HAIR COLOR: Brown (highlighted) HEIGHT: 5′5″ OCCUPATION: Choreographer; Former NBA Cheerleader (Charlotte Hornets) HOMETOWN: Born in Daegu, South Korea, raised in Fallbrook, NC NEIGHBORHOOD: Downtown SECRET: She used to help her ex sell drugs.

Quick Facts:

She was originally raised in Rosewood Hills with her family but once her mother left her father, she moved to Eris with her mother into her grandmother’s house

She works two jobs to make ends meet but never complains about it

She played rugby and wrestled in high school

Her mother was a nurse at the hospital, her father works in finance

She has a golden retriever named Bucky

Ebony Eunyoung Noh was born in Daegu, South Korea to Solomon and Rhonda Noh, both Fallbrook natives. At the time, Rhonda and Solomon were high school sweethearts who had married and migrated to Korea for new experiences. They didn’t expect to have a child at the very beginning of Solomon finance career but it worked out for Rhonda to stay home and take care of Ebony while he worked hard for the family. Once Rhonda expressed wanting to return home, they moved  back stateside when Ebony was only four years old and decided to be near their families while raising her. They had a very happy home life and would eventually have two more children after Ebony.

While Ebony was happy with where her future was going, she missed having her father around and he only seemed concerned with working countless hours at the finance firm. Family dinners were often had without him but her mother would stay up late to ensure that he had a hot meal on the table. Things seemed to work out for them even if outsiders saw Mr. Noh as a selfish husband and emotionally absent father, but he genuinely was trying his best. He never wanted his wife or children to want for anything, to the point he’d even felt sad once Rhonda decided to return to work as a nurse in order to help make ends meet. Their home was their pride and joy and she didn’t want him stressing so heavily over it.

High school was when Ebony decided she was going to help around with the bills as well, taking small jobs such as a clerk at the convenience store and even learning how to repair cars in her free time. She fought through the sadness despite finding out her mother had been diagnosed with terminal cancer. She never really wanted to think about what that meant for her, for her family, her father was completely broken by this and she could feel it. He started taking less hours at work to finally spend time with his family more, but he treated Rhonda so delicately that he began keeping her own children from her, ensuring they could never get her sick. This drove and even bigger wedge between Ebony and her father and that argument was the big blow up that would change their dynamic forever. She left home that day, a teenager, still in high school and knowing her mother was seeing the last of her days.

Graduation came, she was shocked that she even made it that far. At this point, she was living in a trailer park with her then boyfriend and things were not going very well for her. She was tired, pulling all-nighters to study for exam and working at the convenience store to be able to take care of herself. The saddest part of graduation day was that she’d just been told that her mother was incredibly ill and would be in the hospital likely for the rest of her days. She had to stomach that and it wasn’t easy at all. That summer, she passed away and she lost the motivation to go to college. Instead, she went to trade school to be certified for working on cars and decided that was the future she was going to live. She’d also left her job at the convenience store to fully focus on her career as a mechanic.

When she was about 21, she finally broke up with the boyfriend she’d been with on and off for years and moved out of his trailer. She couldn’t afford much on her own, so she moved into her own little trailer just a few spots down. This was also when she rescued Bucky, the dog she calls the best thing to ever happen to her. At the time, he was a newborn puppy who had just been left outside and she made it her duty to truly become his mother.

These days, she’s trying her absolute best to make amends with her father. She knows it’s something her mother would want. She’s quite knowledgeable about cars, but she also how to handle minor home repairs and can be contracted for those as well. For the most part, she keeps to herself but she’s been trying to branch out and return to that social girl she was before her mother’s untimely passing. She wants to be herself again.

[penzi-penzi]

File 2. The End of the Squall (liveblog)

I started a new job and I've been SO BUSY, but this show is very fun to listen to at least. I kept typing and then retyping and explanation of how the episodes bring me joy and how I keep thinking back on them fondly, but then I realized that... that's kind of the point of entertainment? I guess I got kind of used to reading books I don't like or watching mediocre movies over the years, now whenever something is actually good I never shut up about it.

Also, I looked through the episode titles and noticed that all the titles start with what the previous episode's title ended with. I wonder if that has any significance or if it's just a stylistic choice.

Who's the announcer at the beginning of the episode? I dunno, I just found their voice kinda funny. Like, this movie trailer announcer person is just heralding the arrival of an over-enthusiastic nurse.

I wonder why the logo for the series is an hourglass.

Also, why does it play the sounds of frequencies switching and tape recorders flipping on at the beginning? I'm convinced I'm overthinking it at this point.

Wait, 8:75??? It took me a second to catch that, what??

Unrelated, but I wonder who Syd's enemies are

Neadertals

I swear I'll stop bringing it up, but now whenever I think of the word infestation, I just remember episode 39 of the magnus archives. All I can picture now are penguins burrowing into people's bodies and piloting them around like skin mechs

What's Lucille gonna do about PENGUINS, Syd?

I'm gonna start calling myself a flightless bastard

...The penguins were building their numbers until there were enough to properly bury you? I'm sorry I'll stop

(Now I can't stop imagining a circular doorway made of penguins embedded in porous rock from which penguins seep.)

I feel like the flamethrower would've been a better idea Lucille. Also, Syd, don't let the penguins know about the flamethrower!

Jeddy's high on mercury fumes I'm calling it

Glad Syd still had some worms left after Heffalump Man ate them last time. But they just got eaten all over again! :(

Syd: No! Don't kill me! Let me go!! Aaaaaaaaahh!!

The Music: mmmmmwOwOwmmmmm

"wouldn't be the first time" I'm sorry???

I wonder if Lucille is just gonna flame these penguins at the first opportunity. I mean, the main reason they were a threat is because everyone was scattered, right? So when the rain is gone, she can just flame them, right?

You can tell this takes place in a bizarro world because people are going to summer camp in 2021

But the penguins were cruel first, Syd! Let Lucille melt her foes! Cruelty to humans is also animal cruelty...

I can just imagine the deafening silence in all the cabins when Syd goes "Who's the best camp nurse? :D"

Butter for the vegans? Well, at least they got bread...

Sure, it's raining death and you almost got eaten by birds, but cheer up, guys :D

25:25? Like 1:25? Or is this just The Dark Hour?

Maybe Jeddy is secretly a penguin. Or he orchestrated the whole event. I'm telling you, he's evil, I can feel it!

The student list sounds like a "What's would your name be if you were a member of The Mechanisms" name generator thing

Why would you slander Lucille though? (Her flamethrower suddenly made her my favorite character)

I'm the reverse of Sydney, I hate talking and I can only make sense of my thoughts and emotions through writing.

Syd's worried about Jeddy? They're bunking together???

(oh my god they were roommates)

If I didn't nearly fail chemistry, I'd switch from flightless bastard to scrawny science man

Oh, Jeddy is the nurse's assistant. I thought he was just a slightly unnecessary science teacher

Jedidiah Jumpscare!

"project" yeah sure Jeddy..........

See, Jeddy, what you don't understand is that you go to sleep in the morning once and your sleep schedule is messed up for like a month

Jeddy doesn't care about the children confirmed

"You're always fine" YEAH NO THANKS TO YOU JEDDY

"I just stare at the wall for eight hours a night, Syd. It's nothing, don't worry about it."

Goodnight Sydney! Even if you're not really going to sleep

Wait no don't let Jeddy drag you into his awful sleeping habits too!!

Well that was also very fun! I hope Lucille and her flamethrower show up more in the future! I'm also beginning to wonder how long everyone working at the camp have known each other, since apparently Jeddy and Syd are childhood friends and Lucille favors Sydney.

I don't even fully understand why I'm so convinced Jeddy is Bad News. I think his vibes just agitate me? Set me on edge? I don't trust him.

I know Heffalump Man made a bad first impression by eating all your worms, Syd, but he was just trying to communicate his needs! See, he's good at communication! And you always feel so relaxed around him! He's a calming presence :)

What I'm saying is Syd should dump Jeddy for Pink Elephant Man

I'll have some meta up once I've sorted through all my thoughts! See you then!

#chnt #camp here and there #chnt liveblog #chnt theory #*squints even harder at Jeddy*