#intel writing

[intel-rambling]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Angel Dust/Husk (Hazbin Hotel), Angel Dust & Husk (Hazbin Hotel) Characters: Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Husk (Hazbin Hotel) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicidal Thoughts, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, it’s very brief but it’s there, Men Crying, Cuddles, Vomiting, Hurt Husk (Hazbin Hotel), Soft Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Soft Husk (Hazbin Hotel), Protective Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Drunk Husk (Hazbin Hotel), Husk Needs a Hug (Hazbin Hotel), And he damn well GETS one, platonic if you squint, Romantic if you squint, maybe it’s a qpr, maybe it’s maybelline, Husk Acts Like a Cat (Hazbin Hotel) Summary:

“Do you wanna talk about something?” Angel asked. Husk had listened to him complain about so many things before; the least he could do was let him talk to him just like he did practically every other day.

Husk only gave a small grunt in response. He didn’t say anything else, and Angel didn’t want to push him to say anything he wasn’t comfortable sharing. Angel just let him lay there and kept running his fingers through his fur.

“I had a daughter.”

[bluerosefox]

Selina's New Kittens

Once again. A new DPxDC idea/prompt.

(Deaged! Danny, Dan, Ellie, and Jazz!)

Enjoy my random ideas.

Look.

Selina....

Selina wasn't expecting this when she decided to have some fun and do what she does best.

She just meant to sweet talk her way into Master's gala/party. Flirt and get info, maybe some blackmail. Steal away the rare cat themed artifact he had recently gotten (and also steal away his actual cat, such a lovely little diva it is too). then she was going to disappear into the night like always.

So...

Selina casted her eyes into the mirror of her car and could see the tiny children she had rescued from Master's hidden basement lab. All but one was asleep, the oldest out of them, although she seemed to be losing that fight from the way her head was falling forward, eyes closing but would jerk herself back awake when she realized she was falling asleep.

Curled up as hard and as much as they could towards the little redhead was three dark haired children, Selina mused that they'd fit right in with Bruce and his little bats/birds.

Two were near identical boys, though one seemed to be much paler than the other and if she remembered right one had red eyes and the other had blue, and the last one of the sleeping kids was a tiny toddler, a girl she heard was named 'Ellie' from the others.

Selina took note that the red head, Jazz, had finally fallen asleep a few minutes later. With a deep breath as she drove further and further away from that... that insane Fruitloop (she overheard the two boys call him that as they ran to her car) Master's place, she blindly reached for her phone and pressed a single digit on the screen, knowing it will connect to her car and call up the only person she can trust to help her with this.

"Selina." came the gravely voice after a single ring, sounds like she caught him on patrol but he seemed to be in a spot where he was okay to say her actual name over coms or she caught him before his night shift started.

"Hello Darling, I need your help with some kittens I found and to help me... Put away their terrible old owner."

[zephyrchama]

Simeon had his back against your chest and his hands neatly folded together. They were so tense that you could spy his fingertips pale with strain as they dug into his knuckles.

On the contrary, you were relaxed. You leaned against the couch arm, an angel in your lap, busy running your fingers through his hair. Hair that was as thick and fluffy as down feathers. Each individual strand would hover in the air for a second after your hand combed through it before gravity took over and it fell back against his scalp.

Simeon clawed at his tie, loosened the knot, and pulled it half-open. The tie slid over his shirt and draped down the side of the couch. He glanced up at you with pure blue eyes for an instant, only to squeeze them shut right after. "I don't think I can hold myself back if you keep doing that."

The crown of Simeon's head was especially sensitive. You'd go slow, caressing it back and forth. Tamping his hair down then scooping it up again. Repeating this over and over to feel Simeon tense up against your legs.

"There, there," you comforted him with a series of small pats. "Why are you holding back?"

Face fully flushed, Simeon reopened his eyes and lifted his chin to meet your eyes once more. You felt his taut shoulders soften. You swept aside his bangs with your pinky and traced the contour of his face down past his ear.

"...good point," Simeon relented. "I'm not used to being spoiled."

Gently, he rolled over, burying his face into your upper stomach. Washing himself in your scent while you enveloped your hands in his. Simeon curled his arms around your waist and grabbed hold of your lower back.

Upon planting a row of kisses along the part in his hair, you could feel his smile and a light, breathy laugh.

"I'm happy, but don't you think you're spoiling me too much?" he asked. Simeon's fingers stroked your back. Each time you passed over a certain sweet spot on his head, he gave your shirt a little tug.

"Did you want me to stop?" You had no real intention of stopping. As long as Simeon was on top of you, you were staying rooted to the couch.

He rubbed his forehead against you. "No, but I did hope you would ruffle my hair again."

A rare request from Simeon himself couldn't possibly be ignored. You gladly tousled his hair into a messy state, all to be gradually combed out over the next few minutes. "That's all you want? You know, you can be more greedy."

[ikilledtvguy]

dude i don’t even freaking KNOW! trans jeremy. transjernder.

[lexosaurus]

here's a reference for people writing school-aged disabled characters in the US and are confused whether their character would be receiving a 504 vs IEP vs BIP:

✨ 504 documents center around accommodations only (including medical). accommodations allow the student different access to the curriculum in some way while still upholding them to the same standards of learning. for example, a student might have accommodations for 50% extra time on tests/quizzes, reference or formula sheets for math tests, sentence starters for english class, assistive technology like text to speech/speech to text, tests given in a low-stimulus location, etc.

✨ IEP documents, while they almost always do grant accommodations, also must include modifications which change the actual content of the class in some way. common examples of curriculum modifications could be a reduction in the material for classwork and homework, separate and reduced tests, a difference in expectation for output (for example, on a project, a student may be graded based on a different rubric or based on effort vs correctness), placement in a skills development/learning center/resource class, etc. IEPs may also grant services to the student like speech and OT.

✨ IEPs also may include a BIP, or a behavioral intervention plan (BIPs can technically exist independently from an IEP though that's rare). a BIP is used to provide strategies for harmful and/or destructive behaviors. BIPs are granted after a long data-collection process, so in my experience they are very individualized. examples could include the use of a 5-point scale, lots of walks to cool off when the student is feeling dysregulated or when prompted to by the teacher, breaks with preferred activities after completing x amount of nonpreferred tasks, a goal chart to track progress, a safety plan, etc.

So, in short:

Character is being held to the same standard of material but just needs changes in how the material is presented or accessed? 504

Character is behind held to a reduced or otherwise altered standard of material or requires additional support with alternate learning environments, smaller class sizes, and more staff? IEP

Character's disability is manifesting behaviorally and is causing them to engage in dangerous, harmful, or destructive behaviors (like getting into fights with students or destroying school property)? BIP

(again, IEPs can include all 3).

[glytchedmuffins]

If I had a nickel for every character dynamic in Honkai Star Rail that consisted of a man shrouded in mystery with daggers doing shady questionable stuff behind the scenes and a doctor who gives their very soul and being to cure their patients, I would have 2 nickels.

Which isn't a lot but it's weird it happened twice.

I am talking about Moze & Jiaoqiu and Sampo & Natasha, btw.

[voidshrimpp]

QUESTION. HAS ANYONE MADE A TFP AU WHERE IN S1 EP 20 STARSCREAM IS ACTUALLY ABLE TO JOIN THE AUTOBOTS. AND 🤯🤯🤯😎😎😎😎😎😎😎 BECAUSE I THINK THAT’D BE SILLY

[slashingdisneypasta]

Squip x Reader || Drabble

Plot: You boldly admit that you wanna be with your Squip, and 'he' struggles to face his own... 'feelings'.

Warnings: The Squip is RUDE.

"-I dont want any guy at my school, I want you!" The words fly out of your mouth before you can have any say in the matter, buy you don't back down; maintaining a serious look on your face directed at the SQUIP.

All day he's been pestering you about going on a date, or hooking up - it's college culture, after all. And people enjoy it! - and you had reached your boiling point. Every guy that he suggested was disgusting, you didn't like any of then. You knew you wouldn't. You've never been interested in guys your own age,.. or who are nice,.. or your own species-

If you could even call the SQUIP a species, anyway. He was a computer. A very, very smart one who seemed... at times... to have feelings. Mostly irritation and pride but feelings all the same. That gave you hope.

You recognise how dumb your having hope was but, well, you couldn't help it.

You also don't get how Squip didn't see it in you, he has access to everything - your every thought, - but he never let on that he had any idea of your feelings toward him. Maybe he was trying to ignore it? That would sure make sense.

"... excuse me?" The Squip's voice is deadpanned while his face looks unamused, and dubious, and about a million other things you never want to see the guy you like look at you with when you tell them, and it makes you roll your eyes.

"You heard me." You don't have to repeat yourself to him! The asshole.

"You're being irrational." He sighs eyes rolling upwards into his skull. Then he rolls his shoulders, shakes his head in disappointment, and regains his composure; twisting his cufflinks that are always perfectly anyway considering he's a computerised image. "Honestly, if your period wasn't coming up in two days then I'd say you were crazy."

Jaw dropping, you suddenly wish you could touch him without his authorisation (he needs to access your nervous system to make it feel as if you're touching)- so you can hit him. "Low blow- and you know it." He's a computer- other dudes may actually think that periods impare women's thinking but the Squip knows that's just something you say to hurt someone. And you're not going to demean yourself explaining your bodily functions to him.

"No, menstruation doesn't impare your thinking," He admits, nodding matter-o-factly as he agrees with your thoughts, but not-at-all looking sincere. "But it does make you hormonal. You're just horny- it'll pass. I recognise that you've been having these thoughts for most of our time working together now but its your hormones causing you to voice them; trust me. Maybe I should switch to a less pleasing appearance?"

"Wh- no- "

"Hm, you know how I could help you relieve that horniness?"

Oh no. You know exactly where this is going. And it's not 'I can quickly fuck you'. No- "Don't you dare."

"Helping you hook up with Zack, yes."

"Squip!" You exclaim, frustration laced in everything about you; your tone, your eyes, your mouth and jaw, your hands- "It's not happening." You sat sternly. "I don't care if you don't want me back, you great asshole chip, but I'm not going to hook up with a frat boy like - "

"Reed then?"

"- Or a self righteous nerd like Reed. I'm not. I got you so you could help me be more comfortable in my own body, not have sex with random guys. And you know that! I don't know why you're constantly trying to get me in a guy's bed! Its- I- It defies reason!"

The Squip's form flickers, a snatch of his voice attempting to say 'reason' slipping out fuzzy as he seems to glitch at those last words. It only lasts for a few a moment, but it surprises you. Your face softens, and you reach towards him, not to touch him because you know you can't but just... because you have to- and- he actually looks at it as he returns seamlessly to his put-together air and appearance.

Theirs a curious look on his face as he grimaces at your hand. His eyes seem to be holding something back, but he's thinking about it.

"... your care for me defies reason. I'm a computer."

"I know." You shrug, gentle. All the frustration from before gone from your shoulders and everywhere else.

"Not a man." He reiterates, and you shrug.

"Well- you're a man a little. A computer wouldn't get so worked up."

"I'm an extremely superior computer."

"You are." You agree softly. "Alexa's got nothing on you. But you're also a man a little. Feelings cant be programmed." You insist, not pushing him but just stating a fact. Wanting him to believe it.

"I believe it." He growls, an annoyance in his voice thicker then humanly possible as he actually admits it. "Trust me, I... Its been a thought on my mind for a while, now." You open your mouth to ask him what he means by that, but he waives you off (rudely) and goes on. "You're right in saying feelings can't be programmed. Reactions can, but,.. not feelings. And the feelings you've been inciting in me, have not been programmable. I even tried to program them out, but- mm." Eyes growing slightly wider at him, you watch his jaw set and pop; frustration absolutely clear. "The only thing I can think is that its your fault. And, maybe, if I made you a little less available- a little less open to me- whatever virus is in me would lose interest. But... you're so fucking stubborn." Theirs actual anger in his eyes when he looks at you then, almost rage. Wow.

Your lips make an 'oh' shape. "Thats why you tried to get me to hook up with- "

"All those idiots, yes. But you just had to act like an obstinate little bitch and refuse every suggestion I made."

"Yeah, well, we know why that is- and don't call me that."

"Bitch." He growls, causing you to sigh in frustration (asshole, asshole, asshole- ), before he rolls his shoulders back and straightens up properly again. "... but you're right. You are. I know exactly why, and now you know my feelings- This interaction's been unprofessional as hell. It's gone too far. If I'm going to continue to assist you, help that you absolutely require," Gee thanks. "then I'm going to have to do a complete system reboot."

"You- " ??? "This is the most dramatic responce in history to being in love."

"I'm NOT in lo- " He cuts himself off before the word can come out, even if he was a full-man he would hate the word. Theirs nothing cool about being in love. To him it would be pathetic. "Thats it. In 5 minutes when I return post-reboot, this will be over and you will stifle your feelings about me- got it? That's how it should be. Now... " His appearance begins to flicker again, more frequently this time until he flickers completely out of existence like a TV switching off.

... you're about to panic, when the Squip touches back down onto the ground in front of you. He looks exactly the same as before except better posture, and when he looks down at you there with your wide eyes and your concerned frown, he immediately scowls.

"GODDAMNIT."

"Didn't work??" You light up. Quickly a mischievous smirk slips across your face, though, realising you're right when that pretty face scowls deeper. That means... oh, this computer must really have it bad for you. Ha. "I see... "

His eyes flash, actually flash - a blue light turning on inside them for a moment and making him looking almost demonic, - , and you suddenly appears directly in front of you, an unnaturally strong hand slamming you by the shoulder into the wall behind you. "You don't see... anything. This is a virus. I dont have feelings, for you."

Looking straight back at him in defiance, you nod. "It is a virus. I think everyone in the history of the world can agree on that."

He falters, so annoyed he almost can't decide what to say to you. "That doesn't even make sense, Y/N. Most people in the history of the world didn't even know what a virus was. It was first used 1898- " When you reach up and curl your fingers gently around the back of his neck he falters again, breathing in slowly and deeply- so sexy. "You're... what are you doing?"

... "Whatever you want me to." Its up to him. If he wants you to let him go, you will. If he wants you to keep going, you will. It's all up to him. You remember the first time you and the Squip kissed; he was just teaching you how (said it was completely okay because he was just in your head), but that was the start of your feelings. That was the start of this mess. You wonder if he was struggling before that and thats why he suggested it in the first place all those weeks ago.

When warm, firm lips slam into yours, forcing your lips to part and allow a forceful but exceptionally skilled tongue to take what it wants you're shocked and let out a squeak. The Squip's hand takes your throat now instead of your shoulder, squeezing shortly to tell you no, don't squeak. Not like you didn't ask for this, he thinks directly into your brain. Now what did I teach you then? If you remember so well? Don't sit there like a dumb statue. Kiss me back.

... when you do, tilting your head and giving a slow moan when your tongues touch, the Squip let's out a growl right into your mouth that feels so real, and drags you in tighter against him by the hips. You know it's just him activating your nervous system, and he's not really there, but you're miraculously okay with that. When something feels this good you don't question it.

[vcstasy]

GO GET YOUR BEAT BACK. I stand corrected. My hat’s off to you, Jiyeol. Or, it would be if I wore one. Song Kyumin. Sept 30, 2024.

Here I am, doing the long-ago (eight months ago, to be specific) mentioned standing and applauding. You can’t see me, but I just took a break from my laptop and did just that. Honest.

Yes, you heard me. Kil Jiyeol (of BONSOIR fame, for about a year and a half) is, against all odds, starting his very own label. Announced only a few days ago—the 26th of September, in fact, on its brand new Twitter (or rather, X? Not that I want to call it that) account in the mid-morning. The name of this new chapter in his life is named, as you may have either guessed from my title or seen for yourself, is BEAT BACK. But they’re not aiming to be an entertainment company like JAGUAR, or SM, or any others that house your favourite acts. In his own words, from a rather heartfelt informal-interview-style video posted over on his Instagram (another thing I was admittedly wrong about him not touching again, but at least I was right for about eight months):

“I’m not aiming for us to end up being this big conglomerate, or anything. I mean, sure, we’ll have groups, but there won’t be much.. Content. You know, like a variety show, or an excursion, or whatever. We do the music, the concept, the distribution, all that, and they can do everything else. Why would I give a [—] if one of them wants to post a video of them out in some club? If they’re seen with other people? Hell, they can go silent for the whole stretch between one release and another, as long as they still show up to the studio.”

—  via  @KILYEOL  on  Instagram.

While it could be argued he’s drawing a little on Seungdae’s ideologies—the “all press is good press” motto of his, the relaxed attitude to whatever trouble people under his care get into—it’s not as if anyone can blame him. He was there for a good sixteen years, after all. Not to psychoanalyse, but after being there for that long it’d be a miracle if he didn’t exit with some of their values burned into his brain.

But wherever he got the notions from, he’s made it pretty clear what to expect from them and their groups in the future—whenever the first will come to fruition. Maybe the eight-month stretch was spent laying down their foundations, planting seeds (you know, things like securing trademarks, finding some funds, building a team of staff, etc. The basics, as someone more experienced in this field than me might have called them). Or maybe all of that had been done before Jiyeol had even left JAGUAR in the first place, and all that time was put into perfecting everything relating to their very first project—allowing for a quicker release in order to really get the ball rolling for BEAT BACK.

However long it takes, though, the factor that will always remain the same is the support it will inevitably receive. The move was immediately met with waves of longtime (and very, very deprived of the object of their idolism) fans jumping onto the newborn BEAT BACK like it was their new lifeline, for example. I don’t really know what it is about Jiyeol to them that draws them in, but for me personally I greatly admire his drive. He’s clearly taking this seriously, and intends to see it through to the best of his ability (which I’m sure will expand with time) as well as pouring every ounce of care he can muster up into it. And while I mentioned a few names back over at JAGUAR I speculated won’t be tuning in to whatever he gets up to in the future, he still has friends like Jalen, the company’s production team (rarely seen in photos and only ever named as Daejin and Joosun respectively in track credits, neither seeming to have taken on titles for themselves), and of course his other ex-groupmates Ilwoo and Hyeonmin—the former more than the latter, the inseparable pair they’ve looked more and more to be over the months.

So. All-in-all (reception-wise, at least), although he’ll have his obstacles—as everyone does—I’m going to go out on a limb and say he’ll come out of it relatively unscathed. Doing well for himself, even, what with all the new fans he would’ve raked in with the announcement of whatever group (or member, if he decides to go down the soloist route first of all) he’s planning to push into the world of idolatry.

To really get any reception at all, the two things needed are a team good enough to put it all together and a group good enough to execute it near-perfectly. Like I said, nobody except those far closer to Jiyeol than you or I (unless.. You know him personally? If this is the case, my work email is linked—please, feel free to tell me more) knows who could possibly be in their lineups for any upcoming acts, so the next best thing is to try and take a look into is the people he’s committed himself to working alongside in this new venture of his—for now, at least.

I’m making the assumption that Ilwoo will be involved in some way, although I doubt he’ll hold any official position in the label. An outsider whose opinions are.. Largely valued, is what I’ll say. I’ve also asked around and received word from one of my many contacts that an old friend of once-JUST4U star Na Yeseul is on the team, as well as a literal relative of JAGUAR COO Sim Hyojoo. It seems that even if he’s left, he’ll never quite be free of his old company’s tendrils. But aside from those three, I haven’t been able to pry much else out—it’s either the insiders don’t want to spoil any surprises, or Jiyeol and his new team are very good at keeping secrets. I’m willing to bet it’s the latter.

I suppose all that’s left to do is wait and see, much was the case when the news initially broke of him leaving. The man is a mystery—maybe that’s where Yijun got it from. Whoever he works with, whoever he makes a group out of; the crowds will be there, and amongst them will be me. I’ll see you on the other side, because who would I be if not the person giving unsolicited opinions on anything anyone in the JAGUAR-related circle does?

Oh, you thought I wasn’t serious? Email me at kyuminsong@pblicenemy.co.kr if you have any info you think I’d like to know.

[intel-rambling]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Angel Dust/Husk (Hazbin Hotel), Angel Dust & Husk (Hazbin Hotel) Characters: Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Husk (Hazbin Hotel) Additional Tags: Sickfic, Sick Character, Sick Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Vomiting, Fever, Soft Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Soft Husk (Hazbin Hotel), Fluff, Relationship can be read as platonic or romantic, that was NOT the intent but I’m not mad about it, huskerdust, Hurt/Comfort, emphasis on the comfort, Rated T for swearing, Husk Acts Like a Cat (Hazbin Hotel), aka he purrs Summary:

Angel Dust is no stranger to nauseous nights ending in disaster, but a nauseous night with a fever is a whole different beast. Husk is quick to notice Angel Dust’s discomfort when he returns from the studio, and when Angel’s night ends with him on the floor of his bathroom, Husk is right there to let him know everything will be okay.

[supercantaloupe]

happy sleepover saturday

ummmm kind of looking forward to see what the next season looks like for vaopera— hoping for good stuff.

the bug is snug in a rug...

OH so i actually might have some insider info on that one. vaopera hasn't made a season announcement anywhere as far as i can tell but my friend claims to have the scoop, and given the level of detail he relayed to me i think it's reasonably credible. he says that next season will be la cenerentola, intelligence (by heggie and scheer, of moby dick fame), and aida. this is not confirmed in any official capacity yet, but, much to consider regardless

[ask meme]

[hel-phoenyx]

Skeletons in the closet (18)

Fuck my life.

Spent my day off alone. My week-end alone. Went to a protest alone, just to feel something and get back at the colleagues for existing. Threw some shit around, screamed all my anger, all my rage, everything against that fucked-up system.

It's abhorrent to know it didn't help a bit.

And now I am back in work with my previously wounded arm sore and a few scratches here and there and no one is making any comments, especially not Sigismund.

Got a few comments from the others, especially Amandine. If I believe them, she had a fight with Domhildr recently, well, whatever those two infatuated fuckers call a fight. Brynja confirmed that through text a few minutes earlier. According to her, Tyr is attempting to distract his girlfriend since I've talked to him last, and tremendously failing.

He's worried sick.

That doesn't spare you time to send me a text, huh ?

Of course he didn't reach me. After my whole blow-up last time we talked, he probably thinks I am not worth this attention. Mister has high priorities, huh ?

Sigismund never called me back. I had no answers to my message, no picking up of the fifteen calls I've send her, completely drunk with my home booze and bawling next to the phone.

Today is the first time I see her since then and of course, she acts like nothing happened.

Still looking like a man. Still using the pronouns police uses for her usually. Still being the son of the Warsowar.

Ironic to think at the beginning of the evening with Ether, I could have thought she trusted me enough to let me listen in a conversation where she was in a dress and asking a stranger to use she/her.

Was it she completely forgot about me ?

I don't know.

She looks damn awful, too. Dark circles under the eyes, pale skin, unkempt hair. Only thing keeping her with a hint of dignity is the fact we are currently in front of Walpurgis's office.

I don't spare her a look before knocking.

"Come in."

We don't even exchange civilities before obeying.

Walpurgis is at his office, hands crossed. I could hear his annoyance before coming in, but it's even more obvious now. Next to him is the coroner, mister Shuuvu, if I recall. He's supposed to be partnered up with us, but we haven't seen him, since the beginning.

Strange. I was sure I've sensed another presence.

No time to dwell in that. Our superintendant is talking.

"Report."

I pout. Let Sigismund start. Which she does, in an empty tone of voice.

"There is a lot of incriminating elements indicating illegal activities in this hospital, yet very few leads towards Malchys. We could trace back the leads towards a few people, that may or may not be linked to Malchys, but nothing tangible yet."

Walpurgis frowns.

"Nothing to add, Wolffsen ?"

"Nothing, superintendant. Malchys does seem up to something fishy, but we have only suspicions. Not proofs."

He nods.

"I figured that. This is why I had to resort to... Desperate measures."

Something is very wrong.

The presence I feel

It's only getting stronger.

Stronger and stronger again and

Shuuvu extends his hand in front of him.

"Will you please step out of the shadows, detective Frosilaen ?"

A hand lands down on both our shoulders.

In a second, we are both pushed aside, and the man I haven't noticed steps forward, before turning around and sitting on Walpurgis' desk.

The simple fact Walpurgis isn't saying anything, despite his face starting to inflate like a child's red balloon, is telling me a lot about who is this man.

I take a second to look at him. Trying to note some interesting features.

An infructuous attempt. No matter how hard I try, his traits feel so ordinary. I can't pinpoint his age, he could be thirty as much as seventy. I can't figure out any distinctive clothing, he's dressed in all gray, suit pants, shirt, tie, and a jacket laying down on his shoulders. His hands are gloved, in the same grey, almost indistinguishable from his skin. And his face, adorned with black and white hair, badly shaven, is half-hidden behind a borsalino in the same tones of gray.

Walpurgis seems to be trying to keep his cool, probably because this man is disturbing his order. So, it's Shuuvu's turn to talk. With a... Somewhat worried expression.

"Sigismund, Fenrir, this is detective Kage Frosilaen. That man solved a lot of dead-end investigations in many cities, enough to get him a reputation both among the police and in illegal circles. He will assist us for this investigation."

His tone tells me we will assist him more than he will assist us, but I don't have time to protest, or even ask questions. The man just raised his head and I cross his eyes for the first time

Letting me no margin to talk.

Because that otherwordly blue is full of memories way older than anyone should be.

Sigismund and I finally got out of the superintendant office a few seconds before Walpurgis loses his cool. The man followed us in silence, apparently determined to pick up where we left off. He's with us, in our office, still looking at us with those eyes.

Kage Frosilaen. I haven't heard that name at all, and neither did Sigismund, apparently. I suppose that's for his protection. If he is half as good as the rumors pretend him to be, he's a prime target for criminals.

Sigismund looks dejected, probably the combination of calling a detective in a police investigation and all the shitload that is her personal life. The detective is still mute. I suppose it's up to me to do conversation.

"What a load of shit."

The man raises his head. Sigismund grimaces.

"Fenrir, please."

"Oh so when you finally talk to me it's for reproaching me things. Very mature of you, princess."

She pinches her lips but doesn't add anything. I just grit my teeth. No need to handle our dirty laundry in front of a man that is terrifying me even more than Walpurgis himself.

"So. Let's rewind here where we are in the case. We were sent for money laundering, but a few testimonies and leads tell us Malchys, or anyone doing fishy stuff in that hospital, is not only doing that. Unethical research, using dead bodies without consent of either them or their families, and a testimony telling us about blackmail that we can't back up because it's only one person and they didn't want to be recorded."

The man is still listening to me, still looking at me with those eyes. I sear he's trying to read my soul and doesn't like what he sees.

"We got a few people involved, too, but the name standing out the most is the head of the morgue's. Mort Kozakios."

Something's wrong again.

"She is in prime position for unethical research," Sigismund picks up where I left off. "Since she's head of the morgue, she has access to all the bodies of people dying at this hospital, before and after the family tells them what they wish to do. Her schedule is far too full for a simple head of service, even if she's the only one. And she was transferred there in a way that shouldn't be possible for a diplomed doctor in psychiatry."

This time I'm sure of it. the man's face has moved.

It's not even perceptible. Yet, when a third voice is heard in the office, deep and somewhat soothing, both Sigismund and I jump, startled.

"... Mort Kozakios, you say..."

I nod. Can't do anything else. I am not easily terrified, but that one fills me with horror every passing second.

Something shifts again.

"I see."

"You sound like you aren't even surprised, mister Frosilaen," Sigismund attempts, wary. "Is there... Something you wanna share with us ?"

A long silence. Before I see a normal move on this ever-rigid face, a sigh so normal it sends shivers down my spine.

"I had my doubts, too. Since she was transferred, all those years ago."

"... You sound like you know something more."

The man raises his head.

His lip is curling

In something that

That looks like a smile.

A smile ?

A smile isn't supposed to be so sad.

"She's... An old friend."

...

I didn't think this investigation could get any more fucked up.

I was wrong.

[frostyharbor]

If you’re new here or just visiting, welcome! I post basically anything cute, silly, or fun that comes to mind while privately agonizing over all of my WIP attempts at more accurate characterization! You are welcome to enjoy/suffer with me!

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Olympian Aesthetic

Repost, don’t reblog! Bold what always applies, italicize what sometimes applies, strikethrough what never applies.

APHRODITE: laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, thrives on attention, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, your girlfriend thinks they’re attractive, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger. 😅

APOLLO: glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of Wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a Tinder account ✨🙏

ARES: armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell may have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath 💯 ✅

ARTEMIS: keen senses of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting its target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling 🏹

ATHENA: discerning gaze, unreadable face, the patience of a life-long teacher, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, go-getter, balls of wool displayed on shelves, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes 👌

DEMETER: soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom friend, can lift you and all of your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air 👎

DIONYSUS: drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause 🙅‍♂️

HEPHAESTUS: the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted by blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles 🔥

HERA: resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold 🗿💛

HERMES: devil-may-care smile, ink-stained hands, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes red bull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers 🚫

POSEIDON: storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, the sea casting its spell, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow 🌊

ZEUS: thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, pretends that they don’t have feelings but they do, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with apparent ease, most likely to be voted class president out of their peers, expensive watch, like a boss☔⛈️

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[franeridan]

btw I'm still (slooowly) making my way through bbb and i read chapter...20? i think it was, yesterday and aaauuugghhhhhhhh steven a starphase sir....oouuughhhh sir....!!!!

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Alex Summers, waking up in a government building with a bunch of medical stuff attached to him and surrounded by strangers: This isn’t good, I need to get out of here asap

Team macgyver, minus one key member, panicking and wondering why the hell Mac just attacked someone and then ran off and has all but disappeared.

The one unfortunate guy at the Phoenix institute who happens to look a lot like Stryker, nursing a black eye.

Murdoc, eyeing the situation curiously and thinking now would be a great time to find Mac and have a little chat.

Meanwhile

Angus Macgyver wakes up in a world not his own, surrounded by rubble