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[tilbageidanmark]

Web buttons from the 1990’s-2000’s

[konggodzuko]

Katara Comic Plotline: I’m going to marry Aαng and have kids!?" 😳😳😍😍🥰🥰

Zuko plotline:

[awwfulsounds]

Intel Personal Audio Player 3000 2001

[okaydays22]

[w1ld-wr1t3r]

I'm not even 15 minutes into rewatching Interstellar and I think there is a chance my imagination is running wild again . . .

I have at least half a loose fic plot already hELP.

[rabbits-of-negative-euphoria]

spent the entire workday researching 2-in-1 laptops for artists so if any of you have questions about that........don't ask me

[thisischeri]

instagram: cheri.png

[scottinaussie]

Daddy Mike was at a conference, go find pics please ily x

Brace yourself anon, cause there are LOTS\

[coquetita]

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[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]

[ilions-end]

i keep meaning to make an effortpost about nestor's role in the iliad. that book i read a year ago about iliadic paranarratives completely changed my view of that ancient prattler and i'm still thinking about it

[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.

[netscapenavigator-official]

One of my favorite things about good standards aiming to displace bad standards is that they finally start becoming the norm right as they’re reaching the end of their life. 🙃

[timaeus-tumbled]

No one gave me any hot tips so I’ve spent the majority of today eavesdropping on Devon Corporate employees. I’m sad to say that I have not come into possession of any state secrets.

[swagging-back-to]

ok i am quitting weed for realsies. i need to get serious about my life

[pokemonruby]

playing ff rebirth and getting intense whiplash every time sephiroth appears or is mentioned because i genuinely forget he's a part of the storyline at times, he feels like he has transcended what it means to be a fictional character and exists more so like an abstract concept.