#technically either could be possible

[vickyvicarious]

3. cold hands in warm hands Jonathan+Quincey

6 October, morning.

"I shall not wait for any opportunity," Quincey said fiercely. "When I see the box I shall open it and destroy the monster, though there were a thousand men looking on, and if I am to be wiped out for it the next moment!"

Almost before he had finished speaking, Harker stepped up to him and reached out to clasp his hand. His grip was strong, his eyes blazing, and in that moment a solemn promise was agreed upon between the two of them without a single word spoken. They were in agreement: neither of them would let any chance slip by. This Count would die at their hands, no matter the cost.

It was no longer any real surprise at this point, but Quincey still found himself thinking it again: there's the man who made it out of that castle.

After Van Helsing finished speaking, all the men turned to disperse. Quincey stood behind for a moment or two, lost in thought. He had less to arrange than the others. Watching over Art after his father and fiancee's death, he'd taken a notion - and then an afternoon - to update his own will. He hadn't known exactly why, then. The musing over where the blood had gone had reminded him of the Pampas, sure, but he hadn't truly expected anything like what was to come. He'd just seen all Arthur had to deal with, and thought to smooth the path back home should the unexpected come to pass.

For all that everything had changed in the past few days, not much about his affairs would stand any different now. The only exception, perhaps, was the man whose oath he now shared, and that excellent, kind lady to which he was married. Perhaps he should add a proviso for their sake as well.

Thinking of the couple got Quincey's feet moving, and he quickly moved down the hallway. He caught up just before Harker stepped back into his own room, calling out to him.

"Might I have a word before you go?"

"Of course, Mr. Morris. What can I do for you?" He turned away from the door, his hand slipping off the handle.

"Pardon me for this, but," Quincey said, reaching out to grasp that hand before it fell to the man's side, "it's more yourself."

"I... don't understand," Harker said, his tone mildly confused. He didn't pull his hand away, but Quincey noticed him sliding a foot back an inch, firming his back to the wall. He looked straight up into Quincey's eyes.

"I couldn't help but notice," Quincey said. He reached up to fold both his palms around Harker's hand, squeezing a little. Hopefully sharing a bit of warmth.

Harker's hand was ice-cold between his fingers. He knew he ran a little hotter than most, but still he'd noticed the chill the moment they'd touched. Harker's face was pale, his eyes fierce but tired, all color washed out of his hair. For the past three days, he'd been moving about as if there was lightning running down his spine; a deep well of crackling energy barely hidden within his body, and rising almost to the surface whenever talk turned to their foe. Quincey respected it like anything. And yet...

"I apologize if I'm poking my nose where it isn't wanted. But I'd like to suggest you take it easy, today. Join your wife in her rest." Quincey rubbed the hand between his a little, drawing Harker's gaze and attention down to the point of contact between them. "We'll need all our strength when the time comes."

There was a long pause before Harker spoke.

"Thank you," he said, very quietly, eyes still on Quincey's hands. He looked back up again before going on: "I will try to keep that in mind."

His eyes were cold, too. Not heartless, just the opposite - all the heart within him set so firmly on his goal that everything else froze over. A deadly storm, just waiting to break loose, an intention sharp as a knife. Quincey felt a little hint of that lightning slip between them, settling against his own spine.

He let go, confident that Harker understood. The man might need a reminder or two in the days to come, but he'd make it through without collapsing prematurely. He'd do what it took to be there at the end, and he'd be ready when it came.

"That was all," Quincey said, stepping back. He nodded with a smile, and Harker smiled back. It was a small enough one, but that it was there at all was probably enough.

He headed off further down the hall, but didn't go right to his own room. He'd add the Harkers in, sure enough, but the worst eventualities could wait a little longer. First, he'd like to do something to help them before that day. They'd be heading out in the morning; that gave him an afternoon to find what he needed.

After it was all over, Mrs. Harker would probably want to write up their stories again. He'd seen that typewriter of hers, and surely there was something in London better-suited to bring along. And her husband... well, perhaps he could use a pair of gloves.

.

5 November, evening.

Harker wasn't wearing his gloves. Quincey had seen him wearing them when he set out with Art, so he didn't know why not today. Maybe he, too, had gotten hot during the headlong chase.

He must have, Quincey decided, because his ungloved hands felt so warm. He could feel one behind his head, supporting him, and one was reaching down over his own hand, pressing hard into his side.

It hurt. It hurt like nothing he'd ever felt, but Quincey didn't mind. Because he was cold, and getting colder. It was funny how the blood against his hand felt so hot, when his hand itself was trembling from the cold. Maybe it wasn't that Harker's hand was warm, but just his own that was cold.

Mrs. Harker's hand was warm, too. So warm around his other hand, and her eyes were welling up with tears, but full of life as well, for the first time in so long. He smiled to comfort her before the end came.

But it was all right. Wracked with shivers as he was, he didn't mind. The cost was paid. They'd agreed on that, and if anyone had to pay it, better he than...

It was good Harker wasn't wearing his gloves. The fabric would be clean later, not stained with the blood leaking out around both their fingers no matter how hand they pressed on the wound. Clean like Mrs. Harker's forehead, smooth and unblemished. Thank God. Thank God, that was truly a gift to see!

"I am only too happy to have been of any service! Oh, God!" he cried, shoving himself upright, pulling his hand away from Harker's to point to her. The wind bit at his exposed fingers, and he felt so cold, but it was okay. It was worth it to show them, in his last moments, now that the end had truly come. "It was worth for this to die!"

[disastercit]

was thinking about camp camp (woah really??) and the theme song and I started wondering how many of the activities in the fast part of the song I've actually done, so naturally I had to find the answer to that question in bingo sheet format:

you'll probably notice some of them are missing (Spaceships, Bomb Defusal, No Refusal, and Keeping up with Rhyming), and that's because I needed it to fit into a 5x5 grid. so I figured I'd axe those four because spaceships and bomb defusal are pretty unlikely, no refusal is really vague, and keeping up with rhyming is so broad and universal that it wasn't even really a question worth asking. if you actually have defused a bomb or been in a spaceship before and I've robbed you of a rare opportunity to humble brag about it, that's your own fault entirely for being too cool and interesting.

anyways, here's what I got. the answer to my original question is apparently that I've done about half of the activities listed in the fast part of the camp camp theme song.

[mecha--maniac]

If anyone's into it feel free to take this off my hands cause I don't want it:

Metadow where Silver's their kid, facilitated by Metal's mucking about with genetic splicing -- since apparently he's interested in biotech, judging by Heroes -- so insert whatever shipping stuff one wants with them during the 200 years or whatever, and eventually someone gets the bright idea for a test tube baby for some reason, and huh weird it came out looking a lot like that one guy they used to know from the future *wait a minute--*

[daltonsnightmare]

Ok I have an idea/weirdly specific au that I don't know when/if I'll ever do something with, so I'm gonna throw it out into the void (tumblr dashboard) and see where it goes:

(Contingent on two major changes: Jack lives, and Mac and Riley were abducted more than once for nanobot testing and were returned home without their knowledge)

After escaping the bomb that nearly took his life, Jack Dalton went into hiding, pouring everything he has in to taking Kovac down once and for all. With no team, no backup, and no way to communicate with his family back home, it's much easier said than done. (maybe he knows he'd have been declared KIA, maybe he has no idea)

After months of working from the shadows, hopping place to place, he finally manages to uncover the truth about Anya Vitez, and the whole operation being a front. [With the phoenix being shut down post s3 and operating under new management in s4 I think it would make sense nobody back home would know about the kovac mission being over/declared a success. maybe a bit of a stretch? idk just bear with me here]

While he found enough evidence to bring down Vitez and end the mission, he ended up getting a little more than he bargained for. Whispers of a sketchy US government experiment have popped up, and while Jack's suspicious, he just wants to get home and see his kids again- he's been gone for far too long.

As he makes his way back home, each new piece of information he hears is more concerning than the last. His various sources all claim something sinister is going on, something to do with tracking technology?

One of Jack's old CIA buddies who owes him a favor lets Jack stay with him at a secure facility before he flies back to LA. Left alone with his thoughts and clearance to go and do as he pleases, Jack can't ignore the niggling feeling at the back of his mind. His feet move on their own accord, and he finds himself outside a dark computer lab, monitors glowing dimly in the darkness.

A grin slowly makes its way across his face. Maybe he could get in touch with the Phoenix, check in on everyone. He'd been months without contact, he couldn't wait to see everyone again- they had so much to catch up on.

His mood dampened a bit when thinking about how Riley and Mac must have been doing, they always ribbed him good-naturedly during their check in calls. "Don't forget to call us back, old man!" They'd laugh.

(They tried to call once per week, but being on an undercover operation like this where connections are spotty at best, and risk giving away your position? It unfortunately couldn't always be done, such is the nature of the job.) He imagined their worried faces at the unexplained lengthy lack of contact and winced. Hopefully it'll all be smoothed over when he got back; he'll make it up to them. After all, he'd promised pizza and skee-ball, didn't he?

He sat himself down at the keyboard, and got to work setting up a secure message to Matty. While he wasn't particularly tech savvy (that was much more Riley's speed) he'd been doing this long enough to know how to get an encrypted message back to the barn.

His code didn't go through.

He frowned, thinking back to the last time that happened. While that mission in Amsterdam had certainly been a disaster, he at least saw being disavowed as a possibility. This time? He couldn't think of a single reason. What....what happened while he was gone?

Before he could dwell on that for too long, he noticed some of the file names on the computer desktop. His mind snapped back to the rumors of dubious experiments he heard about, and couldn't help the shiver that ran down his back. Did the room get colder?

He hovered over the file.

97V1G0H2_AM_Experiment#1.mp4

He hesitated. Jack glanced up at the clock. There were two hours until his friend would come back and retrieve him for takeoff.

His gaze wandered back to the file. There was another one just below it.

97V1G0H2_RD_Experiment#1.mp4

He sighed, weighing his options. Snooping in a government database wasn't something to be taken lightly, but he knew in his gut something was wrong. If he was being honest, he'd made his choice the moment he laid eyes on it.

He clicked play.

[aquaticfreakshow-sys]

"My dpd traits aren't that bad" you need one million check ins to make sure ur doing the exact right thing you were told to do or else you cannot breathe properly my guy

[dootznbootz]

@thehelplessmortals shared this with me and...Penelope coded.

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She definitely tried to gross out Odysseus in a dumb "You think you can handle me, idiot? >:) " way. (She's stubborn and in denial at first. When she realizes she actually likes him, she's a mess.) And while eating raw fish is normal for naiad-born in Sparta, when she learned Odysseus wasn't used to naiads in daily life, she just really went wild with it.

He's just staring at her kind of expressionless and she thinks "Ha, see? You don't really like me."

But he's just like

"You like carp? Cuz if you do, we got plenty on Ithaca! Many more fish too! And if we don't, I'll get you some!"

And she's annoyed because her plan didn't work. Girlie is self-sabotaging even though she thinks he's neat.

[clumsypuppy]

footnotes arent enough I need you to talk to me like im fucking Amelia Bedelia

[marinecorvid]

blorbos from my brain

[arolesbianism]

I was looking at old photos of some of my nuggets yesterday from before I did my first day 1 reset (aka before I got a mod that lets you keep your agents during day 1 resets) and realized that I accidentally remade Eva wrong. Except! Beautiful world! It's actually a good thing because her current back hair was her dead sister's back hair so actually it was intentional from the start and I'm a genius forever <3333

[creaturefeaster]

wondering for oc reasons - if two (or more) mimes were closely bonded (similar to how n&o are a package deal, in a sense) would they be able to host in the same body? if not, is it ever possible for that to happen?

No, even N & O cannot host the same thing at the same time. One host can only hold the system of one mime, and especially in biological hosts, the conflict of hemolymph would not allow both to exist in the same body.

A mime invades the host's system with their own, stemming out themselves to conform to the innards of the body, and that doesn't leave much room or functionality for a second controller.

That being said, in very special circumstances like in Atromea's case, it is still theoretically possible. Atromea, while mentally two seperated mimes, is fused into one functional being. They have their own unique color of hemolymph and there is no issue of two different colors mixing. Together they could host one body, though it'd probably be a mental mess. As soon as they split up though, they are two seperated bodies and can no longer host in one single individual.

Mimes bound together such as Atromea are a rare case, but obviously not impossible to achieve-- and that would be the only way two mimes could host together.

[the-abyssal-system]

Idea time: Nightmare/Dream blunt rotation, but the only participants can be members of your system

[pen-of-roses]

“Why does Spotify keep thinking I need ‘villain era’ music???”

Actually listens to my music thinking about how well it perfectly fits unhinged and darker versions of characters

“Ah.”

[slimyenemy]

hey it's not just confused it also feels like you'd be upset with me pretty much either way

[the-cheerful-necrosimblr]

Was experiencing a glitch that caused the game to freeze up and essentially crash whenever I tried to change a human sim into an alien in CAS (and only that- nothing else, including changing them to other occults). After nearly four hours of troubleshooting I finally figured out that, for whatever fucking reason, the lighting mod I had was conflicting with a set of broken alien eye cc I had, and the combination of the two mods caused a catastrophic error of some kind. On their own, they were fine.

I don't know why and I'm too tired to question it

Just sims things ig

[no1ryomafan]

“My casshern brain rot is low right now” I say as though my last post here was gifs from the show and I have yet another au idfk what I’ll do with cause getter brain rot but it rattles in my fucking brain regardless

[arolesbianism]

Played some oni on the home computer and holy shit it's a magical feeling playing oni on a computer that isn't constantly shitting itself