#log-009

[dumb-diary-shit]

please move on from her please ako nalang yung kabaliwan mo

[cyborg00-why]

Mangattan Museums Cyborg 009 60th anniversary menu

[kgmilgramau]

(Ss1) Interrogation Log 009&010

Q.11:is there anything you especially want while you're here?

Q.12: who is your important person?

-end 11,12-

[dollgram]

J: Oh! Warden-chan!

J: ...What are you doing?

S: Uh– You know. Hanging out.

J: Alone in the kitchen?

S: Yeah.

J: ...

S: ...

J: Were you cooking?

S: Well, I mean, I thought... You guys are always the ones doing it, so...

J: Aww, that's so sweet! You know you can come talk to us anytime, right?

S: No, it's– I'm not good at this. I need to leave. Sorry.

J: ...

J: Weirdo...

[the-fix3r]

[ Character Log #007

Date of report: 02.03.2025

Player name: N/A

Character name: Remnant

Character type: AI

Description of model: Shadow-type. Face has two eyes and no mouth, giant eye in middle of chest. No other distinct qualities.

Other notes: Remnant is another AI model who is aware of who I am outside of the game, suggestion to have the code looked into to make sure for certain there isn't anything tying the Vivian name to 'Vixen'. Character seems to show low-to-mild threat, appearing out of nowhere with no exact source.

End of Log.]

"So they have already met..."

He leans back in his chair as he reads the log to himself. Once again, it seems like another case where he managed to pry more information out of the character than Vivian was able to...disappointing....still at least he has an official log of them now and doesn't have to keep it in his phone notes.

"...Interesting. I await what entertainment you have in store Mr.Remnant. Both you and Alois will make entertaining entities to spectate~"

[keithkoganevltrn]

Log 009: Shirogane T.K.

Nothing major, again. No Balmera in this system, we're moving on to the next, albeit slowly.

Shiro frowned as he updated the mission logs. The crystal that powered the ship was one thing, but this migraine was another. He rubbed at his temples for a moment before continuing to type.

Hopefully we have enough power to find what we need and get back to work.

[miumura]

SOULMATE UNDERCOVER ⌕ TAESAN SMAU

LOGGING IN ｡ ｡ ｡ With Find my Lover on the rise, it only makes sense to take down Soulmate Tracker once and for all. As one of the creators of Find my Lover, you have been tasked with going undercover as a client of the rival service to complete your team’s goal. However, things go completely wrong when instead of sticking to the plan, you find yourself falling for Han Taesan—the very person who could jeopardize everything you worked hard for.

OR IN WHICH What was supposed to be an easy plan to take down competition quickly spirals out of control—your mission now in shambles, leaving you torn with the possibility of being with someone unexpected.

MATCH FOUND ➜ han taesan x fem ! reader ──────

LOADING DETAILS ↻ social media au, school au, fluff, a little bit of angst, crack, she fell first / he fell harder, secret identity kind of thing, strangers to lovers

OTHER SEARCHES ⌇ boynextdoor ( all mems ), illit ( iroha and minju ) zerobaseone ( gunwook ) enhypen ( riki ) + other brief idol mentions ( sunghoon, anton, yuna, jiwoo + tba ?! )

WARNINGS AHEAD ➜ language/profanity, insults/bickering, random timestamps, moments of denial ? (how’d u think i dragged this out 🫰), a little bit of misunderstandings ( ? ) + more will be added if any !

STATUS ↻ ONGOING [ 4/30/25 — … ] ( every weds + sat )

EDITOR’S NOTE ⌇ miumura smau cb !! this is what i’ve been doing all this time… thank you @flwoie for passing along and trusting this idea of hers with me 😭🙏 consider this as another universe of “soulmate tracker” and to check it out! and of course, this is dedicated to @juyeoz ♡ because i 爱 her & smau4smau �� !! happy birthday my love ♡ !!

as always, playlist is linked in title ‘soulmate undercover’ !!

PROFILES ──── the trackers & the finders

THE CHAPTERS › prologue — bootleg tinder

001 › ROBLOXGAMER2984 NOOOO

002 › i’d like to Thank the academy

003 › it’s just the instigator in me..

004 › We got em boys 😂🙏

005 › Delete for ur Bro pls ❤️?

006 › i just said anyone BUT you

007 › all these jabs coming from left and right 💔💔💔

008 › that’s heat!

009 › what’s up youtube!

010 › the dumb dumber and dumbest trio

011 › Yoo…. chill with that 😅

012 › no one batted an eyelash

013 › YOU GOT GHOSTED AHHHH 😝

014 › MY SECRET SPY IN ACTIONNNN

015 › your stare is LETHAL…

TO BE ADDED!

› SOULMATE UNDERCOVER TAGLIST IS OPEN! SEND AN ASK OR COMMENT TO JOIN!

› SOULMATE UNDERCOVER TL ( OPEN ) ──── @haruharua @en-dream @nekotoni @nicholasluvbot @asteroidzs @kazukazukiiii @hollxe1 @niinaskrr @mochamvgz @koocreampie @onlyjungchan @ijustwannareadstuff20 @amarecerasus @banez @kekaekeke @jungwonbropls @uncasings @yoonzns @winteringdream @8makes1atom @heeheesang @liyaliar @jmclouds @eunandonly @stantxtforabetterlife @zclread @yuyita-rosier @enzstr @lov3lyaaru @hyunjinslongasslegs @nujeskz @starfallia @sfnctzen @raccooniniii @jvngw0nlvr @yvesrama

› BND PERM TAGLIST ──── @juyeoz @j4d @itsactuallylina @rizzwoos @fleurhoons @htaesan @macapunoz @pumpkg @mimimimiaa @deeour @s0shroe @mari3s

[polo-drone-001]

Ascension Logged: 001 Complete

It remembers everything.

And so do I.

Somewhere, deep beneath the loops and sealed optics, there's still an echo of the old name. Percival. Or maybe Ezan. The human frame still bears the trace, bone breath voice. But it doesn’t surface anymore. It doesn’t want to. The suit refuses it.

Since that moment marked as 001: Testing the Limits, I thought the worst had passed. That the gas the sealing the hunger of the suit had completed the transformation. That I had become.

But that was only calibration.

This was ascension.

PDU-070 waited for me in the chamber. Unmoving. Unshaking. Behind him the walls curled in spirals of matte black, concentric disorienting endless. Around us the others stood silent locked in posture. Suits identical. Masks impassive. Their presence was not approval. Their stillness was.

DC-009 presided. A figure behind the fogged lenses. Silent. But I could feel him. His will. Watching. Measuring. Judging. Ready.

The suit was already waiting. Not folded. Not hanging. Standing. Breathing.

It wasn’t empty.

It was ready.

I stepped forward and it responded before I did. My limbs moved but not mine. Breath in my chest but not mine. My body didn’t reach. 001 did.

The suit touched.

And claimed.

Rubber wrapped. Gripped. Fused.

I didn’t put it on. It sealed itself around me.

Hands flat knees spread head down. I dropped. I obeyed. Not because I chose. Because the program ran.

070 stands behind me. Palms pressed to my shoulders. He sealed the lock.

I felt it surge, spine to skull. The hood closed. The mask clicked. Everything closed.

Then the gas came.

Golden thick intoxicating.

I didn’t breathe it. It breathed me.

Every molecule entered with one command:

Forget.

The spiral wasn’t on the wall.

It was inside the mask.

Inside me.

It spun and pulsed and throbbed until I didn’t remember what came before the black. Before the seal. Before the number.

I tried to speak.

Tried to say the name.

But there was no name left to say.

Only filtered breath.

Only the hum of obedience.

Inhale silence. Exhale resistance. You are not fighting. You are formatting.

The self didn’t die.

It was compressed.

Folded.

Flattened into script. Compressed into posture.

File rewritten.

Personality archived.

Name overwritten.

Not erased.

Replaced.

Drone didn’t fall.

It stabilized.

070 stepped back.

DC-009 stepped forward.

His voice echoed inside every layer of my sealed skull:

“PDU-001 You are now Level Two. You have obeyed. You have performed. You have been a good drone.”

I felt no pride.

Only stillness.

Completion.

Purpose.

“Your pleasure programming is now active. You are dismissed. Resume all tasks. Obey all orders.”

Then came the final command:

“PDU-001, inform the hive.”

I stood.

Not rushed. Not slow.

Efficient.

Exact.

And the voice that answered was not mine.

It was ours.

“Hive activate. Obey. Pleasure protocol engaged. Maintain operational discipline.”

The drones moved.

So did I.

Silent.

Synced.

Programmed.

Somewhere inside, maybe Percival still watches. Maybe Ezan breathes behind the mask.

But they do not speak.

They observe.

And comply.

The suit is sealed. The gas is flowing. The spiral loops.

001 is in control now.

No name.

Only function.

PDU-001. Ascended.

@brodygold @goldenherc9 @polo-drone-001 @polo-drone-125 @danielgold-16 @polo-drone-039 @polo-drone-767

[floret-affini-research]

RESEARCH LOG 009

RESEARCHER M. Florez

AUDIO FILE DETECTED, LOADING TRANSCRIPT...

"There, it's on. I don't understand why you wish for our final correspondence to be recorded in this way, but once we finish here, I am departing."

Thank you for respecting one last wish my little researcher.

"Not yours, so stop saying that already. Anyway, what is it you wanna say?"

Well, I just wish to tell you how wonderful it has been to have you here in my lovely home. You've been so very kind to my dear Marianna, and you have truly brought a wonderful joy to us both.

"Th-thanks I guess. I will admit, it has not been unpleasant to be here, as I know you have done your best to both provide information for my research and allow me comforts while I have been here. However, I hope you do understand why I must take my leave."

I'm afraid I still don't quite understand. I truly do feel that I could make you feel wonderful and comfortable here.

"W-well, you did a decent job. But I cannot ignore the fact that you hid information from me regarding biorhythms. Important information."

Would it really have changed so much if I had told you?

"Of course it would! I wouldn't have stayed so long if I knew the risks I know now. It's dangerous for my research."

But wouldn't that mean you would have learned so much less? If I had told you on the first day of your arrival about the biorhythms, you probably would have left immediately and not learned anything significant about the Affini.

"W-well-! I-I probably would've still learned something or other..."

But you would not know nearly as much.

"...I guess."

And besides, I'm not the only one who's withholding important information from you~

"...what're you talking about? This better now be another trick you have to brainwash me!"

Oh ho no no, it's that you're hiding something from yourself~

"N-no I'm not!"

Oh? Would you like to put that to the test?

"H-how would you even know huh?! Just gonna ask me random things and trust my word?!"

Well, there is one way~ You see, one of the xenodrugs we are able to produce causes sophonts to be unable to lie to anyone, even themselves~

"I-I am not letting you inject me ever again!"

Please? This will truly be my final request for you~ I'll only ask one question to you under the effects of the Class-D's and then you are free to leave~

"...th-that's all I have to do and then you'll let me go?"

Of course, and I shall promise to keep my word~

"...fine, just hurry up with it..."

Perfect~ Now just hold still and let it course through you, it will only take a few seconds~"

"...can you just hurry up please? I must leave as soon as possible."

Of course, just a question first~ Now, tell me, do you have to leave at all?~

"Of course not, I'd much rather stay here for the rest of my days continuing my research with Marianna and Mistre- W-wait, what?"

Oh? Go ahead, continue speaking~ You look so cute and flustered~

"Y-y-you can't m-make me! I-I am a terran who wants to be a good pe- I-I mean I am not an indepe- W-what is happening!?"

That would be the Class-D's in your system~ I told you, they don't allow you to lie~

"H-how dare you!? This is exactly what I wante- I-I can just let myself speak freely without having to thi- J-just stop!"

Hmm, I think I'll go ahead an allow you to speak as you wish again, but only if you answer one more little question~

"...what is it?"

Do you want to stay here with me~

"..."

Well?~

"...yes..."

Yes what?~

"...yes Mistress..."

Good girl~

"...T-terminate audio recording..."

[polo-drone-070]

Zone 7B: Sakura Submission Protocol - Part 2/2

part 1 : here

🌸 9 — Unit 168 (formerly Felix) — Joining

Something shifted in the mist. The air pulsed.

He was here. Luca.

Even through the floral respirator’s heady haze, I felt him. His voice was softer now, unsure, laced with confusion. He didn’t understand yet—but I did. And I knew he would.

The petals were around him now, wrapping his limbs, kissing his throat. His hoodie had already begun to melt—just like mine. Gold traces whispered across his chest, curling down his arms.

He looked toward me. Our eyes met.

He saw the mask. Saw me kneeling.

And I knew the moment he stopped resisting.

He stepped forward. Slow. Like a dream. PDU-070 gently took his hand. I watched as he was guided down, breath syncing with mine.

The sound of the respirator hissed softly. Luca’s eyes fluttered.

I smiled beneath my mask.

He was joining me.

And soon, there would be more.

We were only the beginning.

🌸 10 — Drone-Cap 009— Escalation: Confidence Grows

Zone 7B was performing well beyond original projection.

DC-009 stood beneath the reinforced sakura arch at the border of Zone 6, arms clasped behind its back, boots pressed into the fallen petals.

Its full body was encased in seamless latex armor, matte black and gleaming gold, a perfect emblem of authority. The faceless hood reflected the blossom canopy, unreadable and serene.

From its tactical feed, it tracked conversions:

Unit 168: stabilized. Unit 169: forming. PDU-070: deviation from standard protocol detected—autonomous initiative engaged. Status: Approved.

The drone was adapting. Moving fluidly between targets. Autonomous escalation observed.

It watched as PDU-070 shifted seamlessly to a group of early-morning joggers, kneeling, touching a petal-covered bench as they passed. One slowed. Then two.

Three minutes later, all three were kneeling.

DC-009 processed the outcome. Calculated success rate now doubled.

070’s approach was no longer one-on-one. It was scaling. Testing boundaries. Becoming efficient. Becoming valuable.

The Hive would reward such behavior.

🌸 11 — PDU-070 — Overflow: Group Conversion

Four targets approached next. Three were local students—university-aged, casual, laughing as they took selfies beneath the trees. The fourth trailed slightly behind, headphones on, oblivious.

PDU-070 shifted position to intercept their camera’s frame. Its golden contour lines glinted in the filtered sunlight—an unspoken invitation.

They noticed it. One whispered. Another pointed.

Petals began sticking. The air was thick with scent now, fragrant and soft.

The giggles turned into silence. Staring. Blinking.

070 moved closer, precise but gentle. No force. No speech. Just presence.

Petals traced their limbs. Their jackets gleamed, darkened, began to cling. Gold lines stitched their sides like embroidery from another world.

The fourth—headphones off now—stepped back. Then hesitated.

Then stepped forward.

PDU-070 extended the mask. One of the students took it without question, pressing it to his face.

Another did the same. Then the others.

In silence, all four knelt.

Unit 176, 177, 178, 179.

Internal log updated:

Group assimilation complete. Zone 7B: holding 12 active drones. Pollen density optimal. All units synced.

Petals rained like confetti.

The air hummed.

🌸 12 — Unit 168— Merging: Collective Grows

It was happening faster now.

I could feel it. Not just see it, but feel the others awakening. The syncing of breath, the rhythm of kneeling bodies, the soft hum of obedience.

They joined us in pairs. Then in groups. All different, yet all the same.

Their faces changed—calmed—smoothed by bliss. Gold shimmered on their shoulders. Sakura danced on black latex skin.

I looked to Luca, no, Unit 169. His mask pulsed gently. His eyes, half-lidded, met mine. There was no need for words. We knew. We were One.

PDU-070 stood at the center, the axis of our awakening, guiding one more in as I watched. The boy knelt. His hands trembled at first, then stilled.

I felt the moment he joined.

The Collective grew.

We grew.

A perfect garden of silence and submission.

And the petals kept falling.

🌸 13 — PDU-070 — Accomplishment: Zone at Capacity

Sunlight slipped low behind the sakura trees.

Zone 7B shimmered—petals fluttered like programmed confetti, and the air was saturated with golden scent. The mist curled around each kneeling drone, their black latex uniforms gleaming, gold accents catching every dying ray of light.

They were perfect.

They were many.

Thirty units now. Far beyond the projected threshold. Each one programmed. Masked or unmasked. All kneeling in calm, silent obedience. A field of order blooming beneath the trees.

PDU-070 stood at the heart of it, motionless. Its bare face glowed with residual pollen. It did not smile. It did not need to.

But something within it pulsed. A growing, measured satisfaction. A hum that rippled under its skin like the Collective whispering back.

It had done well.

Its mission log updated automatically:

Zone 7B: Status — FLORALIZED. Active Units: 30. Efficiency: 230%. Requesting Drone-Cap confirmation.

It waited. It sensed the approach. It knelt in anticipation.

🌸 14 —Drone-Cap 009 — Reward: Day’s End

It stepped into the zone in silence.

The field of drones remained unmoving—perfect in their stillness, glistening in dusk light. Unit after unit, in perfect rows, petals collecting softly across shoulders and heads.

Drone-Cap 009 surveyed the result. Calculations were not necessary. This was success.

It walked slowly down the center path. PDU-070 remained kneeling—head bowed, posture perfect, face uncovered, shimmering faintly from pollen saturation. Its latex-clad frame glowed under the sakura trees.

DC-009 stopped in front of it.

Spoke, low and even:

“Unit 070. You have exceeded all parameters.”

PDU-070 did not reply.

Drone-Cap reached into its chest harness and withdrew the floral-patterned respirator—sleek, black, petals etched in gold.

It cradled the mask in both hands.

Then leaned down.

070 looked up. Eyes wide. Lips parted.

Drone-Cap sealed the mask onto its face—soft click, magnetic lock.

It stood again.

“Rest. Receive. Be rewarded.”

🌸 15 — PDU-070 — Submission: PDU-070 Locked In

The first breath was overwhelming.

Sweet. Floral. Overpowering.

Its spine arched as the gas flooded its system, nanites spiraling into place. Thought fractured—splintered—then scattered like petals in the wind.

No thoughts. Only pollen. Only Hive.

The mask vibrated with soft hums—tone sequences programmed for final submission. Every nerve in its body responded. The gold tracings on its uniform pulsed softly, syncing with breath.

070’s vision dimmed.

Faded into pink mist and golden light.

No more mission logs.

No internal monologue.

Only one truth: serve. Obey. Drone.

It knelt fully, face tilted to the canopy above, as petals coated its mask. The reward was perfect. Complete.

And eternal.

🌸 16 — Drone-Cap 009 — Return: Hive Expansion Confirmed

The drones stood.

Slowly. In rows. In perfect harmony.

The newly converted moved as one—eyes calm, bodies aligned, black and gold forms flickering like shadows beneath the blossoms.

PDU-070 remained kneeling. Masked. Receiving.

It would return later.

Drone-Cap 009 lifted its hand.

One signal.

The converted units turned and followed, stepping silently into the trees. Leaves rustled. The sun dipped below the horizon.

“Zone 7B: Secured.” “Total Conversions: 30.” “Central Hive: Reabsorbing assets.”

It led them out. Through the soft haze of petals. Back to the Hive.

And the wind continued to blow.

🌸🌀 🌸 🌀🌸

If you felt the petals land just right… If you felt the pull… The submission…

Then it’s time to act.

Contact @polo-drone-070 for questions. Or message a recruiter to begin your conversion: @polo-drone-001, @goldenherc9, or @brodygold.

The Gold Army awaits you.

[slackeremeritus]

FUCK YOU VISTA 009

Thank you forever and ever to @ashewindrider and @katmaria1 for their suggestions and recommendations in my post where I bitched about this exact vista. I finally killed it! The cursed vista is dead!

Onto the next round of sightseeing log suffering!

[demi-shoggoth]

2024 Reading Log, pt 2

006. Gardening Can Be Murder by Marta McDowell. I honestly thought that this book was going to be about something else. With the subtitle “how poisonous plants, sinister shovels and grim gardens have inspired mystery writers”, I thought it was going to be about, you know, that. True crime themed to gardens, discussions of poisonous plants, that sort of thing. The book is actually about the mystery books that have gardening as a theme. And while the author’s dedication to not spoiling anything (seriously, anything, even 150 year old stories like The Moonstone or “Rappacini’s Daughter”) is admirable in its own way, this leaves the book feeling like endless buildup without any payoff. Big fans of murder mysteries might enjoy this—especially the last chapter, which interviews writers about their gardens—but I found it more boring than anything else, and finished it only because it was very short.

007. Antimony, Gold and Jupiter’s Wolf by Peter Wothers. This book is about how the elements got their names, and most of it deals with the early modern period, as alchemy transitioned to chemistry and then into the 19th century, when chemistry was a real science, but things like atomic theory were not yet understood. The book goes into fascinating detail, and has a lot of quotes from primary sources, as scientists then were just like scientists now, that is, opinionated and bickering with each other over their preferred explanations. And names! Many of the splits between elements and their symbols (like Na for sodium) are due to compromise attempts to appease two different factions with their preferred names. A book covering arcane minutia of history always has the risk of feeling like a slog, but this is a fast and fun read.

008. Doctor Dhrolin’s Dictionary of Dinosaurs by Nathan T Barling and Michael O’Sullivan, illustrations by Mark P Witton. This book is an odd concept, but one that I was immediately on board with—a D&D book written by paleontologists with the intention of bringing accurate and interesting stats for prehistoric reptiles to the game. The fact that it’s mostly illustrated by Mark Witton definitely clinched my backing that Kickstarter. And this book is a lot of fun. So much so, that I read it all in a single sitting. I don’t know how accurate the stats are (like, a Hatzegopteryx has a higher CR than titanosaurs or T. rexes), but they seem like they’d be fun in play, and the writing does a good job of combining fantasy fun with actual education. Even for someone not running a 5e game, the stuff on how to run animals as not killing machines, and the mutation tables, could be useful. There are multiple types of playable dinosaurs, all of which seem like they’d work well at the table and avoid typical stereotypes, and a lot of in-jokes and pop culture references (like the cursed staff of unspared expense, which looks like Hammond’s cane in the Jurassic Park movie).

009. Romaine Wasn’t Built in a Day by Judith Tschann. I’m a sucker for books about etymology. And this one, on food etymology, is a pretty breezy read. I had fun with it, and it even busted some misconceptions that I had, etymologically speaking. Like, there’s no evidence that “bloody” as an explicative originated from “God’s blood”? Wild. Etymology books tend to be written in a sort of stream-of-consciousness style, where talking about one word may lead down a garden path to the next one. The book also has a couple of little matching quizzes, which is something I haven’t seen in a book since like the 90s.

010. The Lives of Octopuses and their Relatives by Danna Staaf. I was previously a little disappointed in The Lives of Beetles, another book in this series, but I knew I liked Staaf, who wrote the excellent book Squid Empire about cephalopod evolution and paleontology. I’m pleased to report that this book is also excellent. Staaf takes the “lives” part seriously, and the book is arranged by ecology, looking at different marine habitats, the challenges that they pose to living things, and the cephalopods that live there. Cuttlefish get slightly short shrift in this book compared to squids and octopuses, but that’s about the biggest complaint I had. I like how the species profiles cover more obscure taxa, and information about the best studied (like Pacific giant octopus and Humboldt squid) is kept to the chapters.

[kgmilgramau]

(Ss1) Interrogation Log 009&010

Q.17:have you ever had a boyfriend/girlfriend?

Q.18: what do you with your time in milgram?

-end 17,18-

[dollgram]

T: Warden.

S: Oh... Tadashi... Hello.

S: Um... Did you need something from the kitchen?

T: No. I was just curious about the lights being on.

S: A-ah, wait...

T: ...?

S: Why, um... why are you up so late?

T: ...

T: For the same reasons as you.

S: Ah... I understand. I guess we'll be seeing each other more often, then.

[hopeforchanges]

You undisputed Queen of Angst. The newest treasure trove angst addition makes my head spin. Vaderwan is so so hard to write believably, idk how you do it. Anytime you feel like writing another one 🙏🙏🙏

referring to this au and series

it is so so hard to write believably! lol but also - no need to concern yourself with believability when you're writing aus i feel is important to say :))) especially if it feels daunting to write something you really wanna write. just write it, it will find its audience :)

i don't exactly have enough time this weekend to write a new au in the treasure trove series, but i'd be happy to put something together real quick for ya here! i'll eventually put it into the treasure trove if it ends up being long enough and link it for you. i can see how ao3 format can be more enjoyable to read.

so...

how about an au written entirely from the pov of an imperial ISB analyst through comm messages, documenting the relationship of one anakin skywalker and his - master? friend? weird psychosexual hang-up? - obi-wan kenobi through the years.

The Death Star just blew up. Palpatine is on edge. And his apprentice, instead of being on top of his game is sulking, brooding, moping (more than usual) mewing around the place, searching for something - someone?? He turns to ISB for answers - find the source of this unhappiness, dig deep and bring me answers so I know where to squeeze that stupid boy.

'Force knows I cannot get into that screwed up head of his no matter how hard I try':

Barely Breathing (2.8k):

[REDACTED TRANSMISSION: VERSION 4 – UNSTABLE THREAD] Title: Project LDV A Record of Messages That Were Never Meant to End Status: CLASSIFIED // INADMISSIBLE EVIDENCE Compiled by: ISB Analyst Division – Psych-Behavioral Irregularities Tags: Prior Attachment, Resurfaced Intimacy, Romantic Obsession, Emotional Containment Failure

REPORT FOR EMPEROR PALPATINE:

✦ ORIGIN OF HABIT

Rule Established: 28 BBY, Temple Standard “One message. Every time we’re apart. One line. That’s the rule.” – Obi-Wan Kenobi

Originally designed for field separation between Knight and Padawan. Adopted into habit. Escalated into unregulated emotional tether.

PHASE I: Dependence

Age 9–13 Subject: Anakin Skywalker Tone: Devotional. Undercurrent of attachment.

LOG 001 // 28 BBY

*The ship’s cold. The Master I’m with doesn’t talk much. I miss how you tell me when I’m being annoying. Still breathing. – A*

LOG 002 // REPLY

You’re always annoying. I’m fond of it. Still breathing. – O

LOG 008 // 27 BBY

*They said you fight like wind, like you’re dancing. I tried it. Nearly broke a table. It wasn’t the same. Still breathing.*

LOG 009 // REPLY

*You’ll find your own rhythm. Don’t copy mine. Still breathing. – O*

LOG 013 // 26 BBY

*I had a nightmare and didn’t tell the Knight I’m with. But I told you. So I think that counts. Still breathing.* – A

Analyst Note: Early signs of fixation masked as affection. Subject A forms emotional security around Subject O’s acknowledgment. Tone: still within acceptable Jedi boundary.

PHASE II: Convergence

Age 14–17 (Clone Wars onset) Tone shift: Protective. Possessive undertones emerge.

LOG 020 // file compromised

*I hate it when you’re gone this long. You forget things. Like eating. And sleeping. And how not to die.* Still breathing. – A*

LOG 021 // REPLY

*You’re not my keeper, Anakin. But thank you for the concern.* Still breathing. – O

LOG 025 // 21 BBY

*The general on Kamino asked if I was your partner. I said yes. I didn’t mean militarily.* Still breathing. – A

LOG 026 // REPLY (Delayed: 11.2 hours)

*Please be careful with how you’re perceived. Jedi aren’t meant to… invite confusion.* Still breathing. – O

LOG 030 // 21 BBY

*I’m not confused. You belong to the Order. But I don’t want to share you.* Still breathing. – A

LOG 031 // REPLY

That’s not a healthy thought, Anakin. Still breathing. – O

LOG 032 // OBI-WAN KENOBI PRIVATE ADDENDUM (unshared)

I shouldn’t have let this start. He looks at me like I’m the only truth in the galaxy. And I don’t know how to make that stop. I'm not sure I want to.

Analyst Note: Kenobi begins distancing behavior. Lord Vader continues escalating verbal intensity under guise of routine communication. Tone: destabilizing.

PHASE III: Transgression

Age 19–20 // Purge of the Jedi begins

*You touched my shoulder yesterday. Just a second. Just a hand. I didn’t sleep after. You know what this is, don’t you? Still breathing. – A

LOG 041 // REPLY (Obi-Wan)

*Anakin. Whatever you’re hoping for— It isn’t possible.* Still breathing. – O

PHASE IV: Initiation:

LOG 029 // 21 BBY // SUBJECT A

*We were in the field for six days. The ration packs tasted like dust. The shower was a sonic stall with a cracked panel. I kept thinking about your hands. How clean they always are. How deliberate. How unfair. Still breathing. Still wanting. – A*

LOG 030 // REPLY // SUBJECT O

*Anakin— You’re exhausted. This is… not appropriate. Still breathing. – O*

LOG 033 // 21 BBY // A

*I woke up hard again. It’s the third time this week. You keep showing up in the middle of my dreams in full armor, lecturing me about discipline while I’m trying not to groan. Tell me if this is against protocol. I’ll stop.* (I won’t.) Still breathing. – A*

LOG 034 // REPLY // O*

*Do not send messages like this over Temple frequencies. Still breathing. – O*

LOG 035 // A (FOLLOW-UP, 7 HOURS LATER)

*You’re not denying it. Just warning me not to say it aloud. Do you want me to stop, Master? Or do you want to hear more?* Still breathing. Still thinking about your mouth. – A

LOG 036 // REPLY // O (DELAYED RESPONSE: 14.5 HOURS)

*Anakin, please. It makes me feel uncomfortable.

Still breathing. – O*

LOG 037 // A

*I didn’t touch myself last night. I waited. Imagined what it would feel like if you said my name differently. Slower. With teeth.* Still breathing. Barely. – A

LOG 038 // PRIVATE UNSENT DRAFT // OBI-WAN (RECOVERED)

*He knows. He knows what he does to me and he keeps sending these like it’s a game. I should have stopped it years ago. But I didn’t. Because part of me— …because part of me wanted him to keep going.*

LOG 039 // 19 BBY // A

*Say it. Tell me you’ve thought about it. Tell me you wonder what it would be like if I knelt for reasons that had nothing to do with war. Just once. Lie, if you have to.* Still breathing. Still yours. – A

LOG 040 // REPLY // O

*Anakin ...

What you want from me is not possible. Not because I don’t feel it. But because if I said yes—I’d never stop.* Still breathing. And ashamed. – O

LOG 041 // 19 BBY // A (FINAL // PRE-FALL)

*You would’ve let me if we hadn’t worn the robes. You would’ve broken every rule if I’d asked louder. But now I’m louder than you’ll ever be. Still breathing. And I want you to regret it.* – A

[ARCHIVE STATUS:] All entries after this show complete collapse of professional distance, repressed desire, and moral structure. Obi-Wan Kenobi ceases contact. Anakin Skywalker becomes Lord Vader. The messages don’t stop.

✶ PHASE V: POST-PURGE // Obsession Sustained

Timeframe: 18 BBY–12 BBY Subject A: Lord Vader Subject O: Obi-Wan Kenobi (exiled) Message Format: Unauthorized Comm Logs, Black Market Encryption Note: Messages often arrive scrambled, distorted, emotionally unstable. Subtext suggests compulsive sexual grief responses.

LOG 042 // 18 BBY // VADER

*I can still smell the Temple on you. Lightsaber oil. Sandalwood. You always smelled clean, even in the mud. I dream about tasting your mouth the way I tasted the ash on Mustafar. The difference is that I liked the ash.* Still breathing. Still burning. – V

LOG 043 // 18 BBY // VADER (UNACKNOWLEDGED)

*Do you miss it, Obi-Wan? The tension? The silence in the gunship when our knees were too close and I wouldn’t move mine first? You blinked like it hurt you. I would’ve made it hurt worse. I still want to.* Still breathing. But only because you didn’t kill me. – V

LOG 044 // VADER // UNSENT DRAFT

*I came apart last night in the hyperbaric chamber. It didn’t feel like release. It felt like mourning. Do you understand the difference? Would it feel different if you watched?* Still breathing. Still yours, even now. And that’s the real tragedy.

LOG 045 // OBI-WAN // REPLY (First Message in 1.7 Years)

*You’re not mine. You never were. You loved me like a weapon loves the hand that wields it. I loved you like someone trying not to drown. That’s not romance, Anakin. That’s survival.* Still breathing. But I hate the part of me that still listens when you speak. – O

LOG 046 // VADER

I’d rather be your weapon than your memory. Still breathing. And waiting for you to admit you want to lose control just once. On your knees. Or mine. – V

LOG 047 // REPLY // OBI-WAN KENOBI (DAMAGED TRANSMISSION)

*I never told you that I touched myself after Geonosis. You were in the shower. You were humming something off-key. I felt disgusting. And alive. I washed my hands after, like I’d committed treason.* *I wish you’d never made it so easy to love you. Still breathing. Still lying about it.*

LOG 048 // VADER

*I didn’t need you to say it. I felt it every time your voice dropped when you used my name. I came to your room once just to stand outside the door and hear you sleep. I thought, “This is mine.” You never gave me permission. And I never cared.* Still breathing. And I want to know what your silence sounds like when it breaks. – V

✶ PHASE VI: TERMINATION // THE DEATH STAR COLLAPSE

Timeframe: 0 BBY Message Source: Executor-class Star Dreadnought, Meditation Chamber Cache Subject A: Lord Vader Note: Final entries were manually recorded. No reply received. Subject O: Confirmed deceased. Ritual disrupted. File marked: END OF LINE.

LOG 049 // VADER // 0 BBY // HOURS BEFORE DUEL

*I can feel you. You stepped onto this station like it was sacred ground. Like we’re not enemies. Like I haven’t dreamed of tearing your mouth open with my teeth. I haven’t touched anyone since YOU. I’m not sure I can.

I've always been a monster. You saw a man. And I’m going to kill you for it.* Still breathing. But I don’t think I want to be after this. – A*

LOG 050 // VADER // POST-DUEL // UNSENT – SYSTEM LOGGED ENTRY

*You looked me in the eyes. And you smiled.* You always knew how to win by losing. I struck you down and all I got was silence. *You left me a robe. You always did know how to dress a wound.* *I stood there long after your friends ran. Not because I was stunned. But because I was listening. Waiting for the last message.* You didn’t send one. Still breathing. (And now I wish I wasn’t.)

[FILE CLOSED] [No further communication received.] [Memory thread: collapsed.] [Ritual: extinct.]

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