#I miss title fight

[chaosnbalance]

They took my whole personality and made it into a hat

[kyokasuiigetsu]

Beneath the sheets you buried me

I'm suffocating quietly

Is this record on repeat?

[letsplayeternity]

Oh I KNOW Max Verstappen saw Charles Leclerc's Ferrari in front of him and his unhinged brain went "I'M GONNA GET YOU" and then proceeded to give us the first overtake of the season because HE MISSED RACING CHARLES and that's really the only thing he knows how to do at this point (I'm delulu)

[andro-dino]

schniff schniff

[tsutomuskneepad]

so.

[vonlipvig]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! (Still got the epilogue to watch, but I think that’s the final surgery done)

LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, teen!me is living vicariously through your win right now lmao.

[dutybcrne]

Thinkings thinkings of Fatui!Kaeya have been reawakened in reviewing Arle's teasers/animations

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

i hope yer happy with yourself YURI CAUSE CROSS HERE MUSTVE HAD HER SPEAR AND STABBED MY HEART AND THEN PULLED IT OUT TO KEEP IN HER TROPHY ROOM OF HEARTS SHE HAD STOLEN /LHJ

overall, tiddies rating 10/10

DAMN ten outta ten??? she wouldn't know what to do with all this flattery dude cmoon HHGFSHGF fr fr waaa thank youuuu >:'D <333333

[britneyshakespeare]

here are my thoughts on the new exo music video for ‘let me in’ (2023)

i liked the part where jongin hugged the dog

[forgivenfolly]

i swear i am so patient in any other game mode besides pvp it brings out the worst in me i immediately morph into the world's most toxic gamer. AND FOR WHAT

[angel-bubbles]

a glimpse

listening to 'glimpse of us' by joji and had this pop into my head, hence, ' a glimpse' :) ALSO this is my first time writing angsty stuff and having to actually use tags so plsplspls tell me if i missed anything <3

tags: major character death, grief, (implied) mental health struggles, overall angst, hurt/no comfort

The last couple months have been foggy and confusing for them to say the least. Having to fight for the right to their own memories and now constantly hiding from a department they aren’t even supposed to know about. Having to grieve the loss of the one person they feared losing most, followed directly by the loss of everyone else. 

or

angel's life without david

Angel started the day with an ache in their chest that they couldn’t quite push away. A longing for someone they couldn’t have. The feeling pushed a heavy sigh out of their lungs as they dragged their legs through their morning routine. Most mornings they let their brain wander, having no energy to keep it from doing so.

The last couple months have been foggy and confusing for them to say the least. Having to fight for the right to their own memories and now constantly hiding from a department they aren’t even supposed to know about. Having to grieve the loss of the one person they feared losing most, followed directly by the loss of everyone else. 

Glancing at the bed they could see the divot in the mattress where they were meant to find David. His pillow sat in the middle of it,trying to fill the space that shouldn’t have been empty in the first place. No matter how they would lay, Angel always found themself waking up with their head resting on the worn in pillow case, searching for him even fast asleep. The pillow wasn’t warm like him, wasn’t firm like him, it hardly even smelled like him anymore. But it was all they had left.

-

The two were laying on the couch, pressed close. Angel could hear David’s heartbeat, it was strong and steady, inviting them to nuzzle closer into him before he spoke.

“You’re clingy, you know that?” 

“Mm, I’ve never heard you complaining.” Their voice was fuzzy and jumbled from the sleep dancing around their brain but they lifted their head to meet his gaze.

“I never said I didn’t like it, you little snot.” The stern furrow of his brow and his disapproving tone would convince anyone else that he was upset. But Angel saw the glint in his eye along with the upward tilt to his lips and they found themselves beaming back at him, eyes squinty and filled with happiness. 

“You should be thanking me ya know, me and my ‘furnace of a body’ as you like to put it, are keeping you nice and warm.” They said as they plopped their head back onto him. David scoffed a little but Angel felt his arms tighten around them. 

“You are a walking furnace, I’m not entirely convinced you aren’t actually a fire elemental.” Angel smiled to themselves as they stayed buried into his chest, their sleep dragging them away.

“I just feel safe with you.” Angel whispered, “There’s a sort of safety of waking up in your arms every day. I like it.”

-

Doing simple tasks became harder, not for increase in difficulty, but for the lack of his presence. They brushed their teeth alone now, there was no chance for coffee to be waiting in the pot, no one to listen to them bitch about going into work just for the sake of bitching.

Now, as they’re running late for the twelfth day in a row they can’t help but long for him to just be here. Even if no words left his mouth the mere presence of him would wake their tired brain. 

As they stumbled messily towards the door they spun around and stared at the empty house he left them, feeling their heart squeeze. They had built this house into a home together, and he had left a piece of him sewn into every seam.

They let their eyes settle on a small picture hanging crookedly across the room, something he no doubt would have fixed before they could notice if he were here, and stared at the rare smile on his face. 

“Love you Davey. I’ll be home soon.” They said softly, plucking their keys off the hook on the wall. There was no reply as they carefully shut the door behind them. 

-

“I told you this would happen.” David said as he helped Angel dig around their living room. “If you put them in the same spot we wouldn’t be having this issue.” Angel groaned as they shoved their arm into the depths of the couch shooting him a mock glare but saying nothing. They wiggled their hand around for a few minutes before it finally grazed across the metal of their key ring.

Yanking the ring out of the woodworks of their couch, Angel dangled the keys on their finger with a proud smile on their face. “I knew they would be in here.” The pride that came off them in waves caused David to snort a small laugh.

“Uh huh, of course you did you mess. Now leave before you’re even later than you already are.” The words pulled a few curses out of Angel’s mouth as they hurried to grab their things. When they tried pushing past David to get to the door he grabbed their arm bringing them to a stop.

“Forgetting something?” His quirked eyebrow pulled a smile to Angel’s lips as they carefully adjusted their bag onto their shoulder. 

“Love you.” Angel said softly as they leaned up and placed a kiss on his lips. The kiss lasted longer than most of their goodbye kisses and Angel groaned as they pulled away. “But seriously they’re gonna have my ass if I don’t leave.” David hummed and turned them around, gently nudging them towards the door. Angel felt his hand hit their butt as they hurried away and they threw a glare over their shoulder just to see a smug grin on his face. 

“Love you, Angel. Drive safe.” His words caused them to throw a thumbs up over their head before they quickly shut the door behind them. 

-

On their drive to work they found focusing hard, which was frustrating to no end. Their brain kept drifting to David, and their headache seemed to be blossoming into a migraine at this point. They couldn’t stop thinking about how they weren’t even supposed to remember. The department ordering for memory modification 3 days after David died.

The look in Asher’s eyes as they begged him to find a way was something they couldn't scrub from their memory. Crying on his couch while his mate held them and Asher just stared, wide eyes filled with so much more pain than they ever hoped to see in them again. Brand new alpha faced with his first task, and it's a seemingly impossible one at that.

But he found a way. Pulling strings and finding out that Milo’s mate knew people at the department that were willing to lie for them, so long as they made it believable. The agreed upon story was that the memory modification solely removed magical elements from their memory, something Angel wasn’t entirely against if it needed to be done.

When the department persisted in their desire for a total reconfiguration and removal of any memories regarding the pack and David, however, Angel couldn’t keep contact. They purchased an apartment across town and sold their house to Asher to make it seem like they had forgotten their life there.

Making it believable was hard, DUMP is always three steps ahead and Angel knew that coming back to the house every night was risky. They knew that they should split their time more evenly, but the thought of leaving any more of David behind made it hard to breathe.

They couldn’t contact any of the pack anymore for the safety of everyone. Asher would visit the house a lot in the beginning and if they weren’t home he would leave notes on the kitchen table. For a month or two they communicated that way but as time went on he stopped coming by as often, being a new alpha tends to take up your time.  

-

Angel walked in to see David sitting on the couch, head bent down into his hands as he roughly ran his fingers through his hair. His body was rigid and they found themself bending down in front of him, meeting his eyes with concern.

“What’s on your mind, love?” The words were soft but the groan they elicited was loud and frustrated.

“I wish Ash had a little more faith in his abilities. I didn’t choose him just because he’s my best friend, I chose him because if anything ever happens to me I know-”

“Don’t even say that David.” At the interruption his eyes glanced up to meet theirs again and they softened almost immediately. 

“If something happens to me, I know he’ll take care of our family.”

-

They hit every red light on their route which was causing their frustration to bubble to the surface and forcing tears to sting at their eyes. As they sat at the final turn they let their eyes wander, trying to find something to distract them from the lecture they had waiting for them. Their boss was understanding when they had briefly explained “death in the family” months ago. But the longer their absences and tardiness persist the less forgiving she became. It wasn’t that Angel felt the frustration from their boss was uncalled for, it was that they didn’t know how to get back to normal. Their eyes glossed over while they waited for the light to finally turn green. But, as they blankly stared at their surroundings they noticed the license plate in front of them. 

‘MY ANG3L’

-

“Why do you call me Angel?” They were sitting on the counter swinging their feet as they watched David rush around them, cooking some complicated dish for him and his mate. But upon hearing the question his ears tinted pink and Angel smiled as they watched him shoot a confused glance their way. 

“What? Why are we talking about this?” 

“For someone who hates sweet romantic shit so much, Angel is a pretty cheesy term of endearment.” David’s face fell into a glare but his ears got a tinge more red as he turned away from them, putting all his focus onto the food. 

“If you’re gonna make a big deal out of it I’ll stop-”

“No!” Angel quickly interrupted him, this time feeling their own face warm up as he looked at them with a smirk. The two had a small staring contest, David wearing his cocky grin daring them to turn away first before Angel groaned and slightly shoved him by the shoulder. “Go back to making dinner, you jerk.” David’s laugh echoed around them and they felt their heart warm up. His laugh was loud and full and something they wished they could listen to all day. Even if it was at their own expense.

He never answered the question then, why he called them Angel. It was forgotten in their usual banter and him dragging them off the counter top and down to help him finish cooking.

-

They heard the honking of the car behind them before they felt the tears on their cheeks. They hated this, whatever it was. The pain of their headache had increased tenfold as they pulled into the parking lot of their office building and let the tears overtake them.

Their head hurt, their heart hurt, and they longed for a life they couldn’t get back. Their forehead connected with the steering wheel as they cried and watched the time tick by, the lecture from their boss looming over them. 

-

“I- I’m so sorry.” Milo said softly, his usually strong sarcastic tone broken and frail. The shock kept the tears at bay but they felt their knees wobbling as they carefully sunk their body to the ground.

“Milo please tell me he’s okay. Please.” He had to be okay. It wasn’t an option for him to be anything but okay. Milo dropped into their vision, his cheeks wet with tears racing down them and the reality hit Angel, tearing their heart into a million pieces and scattering them in the wind. The despair in Milo’s eyes no doubt was mirroring their own. He was gone.

-

Angel groaned at the memory and quickly pulled out their phone, using it as a small mirror to aggressively wipe their cheeks, trying their best to look presentable. Their eyes were puffy and red, their hair was less than professional and the bags under their eyes were deep set and dark. 

Upon seeing their appearance their boss didn’t even lecture them, instead sending them to work from home with eyes full of sympathy. The notion had made their lip quiver and as they watched their boss's eyes deepen with sadness they kicked themself.

“If you need anything you can always talk to me ya know.” She said softly, which caused Angel to quickly nod their head. 

“Yeah, yeah of course thank you. And I’m sorry about all this.” Their boss shook her head and waved off the apology before leaning forward on the desk and crossing her arms in front of her. 

“Just, be safe out there alright?” 

“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Their voice was raw and they quickly hurried out to their car, the pain in their chest hot and sharp. 

-

“Davey?” They said softly looking up into his dark eyes. He hummed, looking down at them while tracing small circles on their hips where his hands had fallen. “Be safe.” 

“I always am Angel. Don’t worry about me. I’ll see you tonight.” He placed a small kiss on their forehead before tucking them under his chin. They were safe with each other. The two of them together, it felt like they could take on the world. Angel never wanted him to leave, they wanted to beg him to stay in their bubble of safety and love. But he had to go. 

“I love you.” Angel leaned up and placed a small kiss on his lips and his hand came up, gently cradling their cheek.

“I love you too.” 

-

What a beautifully tragic set of last words.

[void-speaks]

Not going down without a fight.

Ah, another day, another delivery for the wonderful folks at KFAM. And, although, Rain did have to admit that working when there is an active serial killer out on the streets isn't... ideal but man, at least he's not the only one? Actually, that arguably makes it worse... oh well, whatever. Meeting up with the folks at the station is totally worth it. Plus, it's not like he can't defend himself.

Hm, actually, that brings up another problem. Are they even gonna let him in, all things considered? But he's a friend of theirs so surely... oh no. Surely they won't think he's the Whistling Man, right? Surely there has got to be something that will give out that he's not the killer stalking the town, right?

Wait. What is he even thinking? He's like, towering over every single damn person in Gallows Creek, there's no way in hell they will actually mistake him for that... bastard. Well, okay, maybe Barbara or Brad or whatever the hell his name is will, but surely not Clive or Jeanie?

Finally approaching the front door of the KFAM building, Rain huffs, propping up the box he was holding with his knee. He rings the door and patiently waits for someone to come here and take their mail. And of course, after maybe 2 minutes or so, he heard what sounded like footsteps. Although those footsteps seemed to be... coming from outside-?

GAH, WHAT THE HELL! Rain just got tackled onto the ground, dropping the box at the front door in the process! Who dared?!

Their thoughts immediately froze when they felt a knife at their throat and a mask in front of their face. It's him. The Whistling Man. This is bad. No, not bad, this is horrible! No one will hear them if they scream, hell, they can't scream even if they wanted to! Maybe they have a chance to escape and get into KFAM for shelter? No no, this bastard will surely get in! But then how the hell-

Before their thoughts could spiral any further, both them and the Whistler heard footsteps, this time coming from inside. And while he was distracted, even if just for a split second, it was enough time for Rain to kick at the glass doors as hard as they could to grab the attention of whoever was coming down. Wait, coming down? Oh damn it, right! They forgot today was Forrest's show, and that it was already nighttime, which means that it's probably not Clive or Jeanie... Fucking hell.

As the footsteps approached closer, Rain suddenly got dragged away into a dark alleyway behind the building. But of course, if the Whistling Man thinks that they're gonna give up without a fight, then he is a fucking idiot.

They kick their feet in the air to hinder the killer's movement, and when he briefly stops to put them in their place, Rain grabs his head and flings him around, causing the man to fall down on the ground with a thud. They scramble up and get on their feet again. This bitch is for sure not leaving without a few scars.

Anyway, while one fight against a masked killer was going down at the very heart of Gallows Creek, another was happening at its north west part. And when Rain caught a small part of that battle through the radio, they froze dead in their tracks. Which, probably wasn't the best idea, since if they didn't roll out of the way they would be bleeding out on the ground right now. Rain jumped up, kicking the Whistler in the stomach and then knocking him off his feet. They looked up at the sky for a moment, before looking down at their attacker and making a gesture that vaguely means "we're not done yet" and making a run for it.

After what felt like hours of speeding through the dark streets, excruciating pain and skyrocketing anxiety, Rain finally made it to the Rink. They had zero time to think about what the hell they were gonna do now as they climbed up and through the window.

"Don't move!" a familiar voice told them. Once they put their hands up and Ricky actually recognized who was standing in front of him, he lowered his weapon in surprise. "[REDACTED]? My man what the hell, you almost scared me to death!" Rain didn't even hear what he just said as they tackled the man in a hug, squeezing him in their long arms. "Easy there, easy bud, I'm fine, see?" In turn, he also wrapped his arms around them, prompting Rain to flinch in pain. "What... happened to you?" Ricky was half confused half concerned. It's not everyday your long time friend comes barging into your place covered in bruises and scratches, with messed up hair and completely out of breath.

...Maybe he could see why the townsfolk considered Rain to be some sort of creature.

"Wait, it wasn't the Whistling Man, was it?" God he hopes he's wrong. If not, he swears on his life- oh, okay we're fine, Rain shook their head! Although, knowing their tendencies, they could be lying. "Come on man, lets get you patched up, alright?" It seems like Maxy was also very concerned to see Rain like this, as he followed both of his friends.

And while Marie went for her next and second to last target, Henry couldn't help but wonder - what the hell was that? That was... perhaps one of the first victims who managed to fight him off, physically nonetheless, without getting help from somebody else. He was pissed off, but he would also lie if he said that he wasn't intrigued.

Let's just hope that this isn't the last time the killer that stalks the town and the cryptid that haunts its grounds will meet.

[delicatebluebirdruins]

the Devil is in the Details

in inventory: email From: Mia Winters Sent: July 18, 2017 11:04PM Tuesday To: Ethan Winters Dulvey, Louisiana. Baker farm. Come get me.

simple to the point almost as if the sender was worried to much might alert Ethan to some thing. I know the common thoughts is Mia did actually send this but my main thought is when? as she is in the cell has been since late 2015 and the doors are locked

Jacks diary: rec room. for timelines sake these are Oct 2014

October 2 Reports say a storm's coming. I had a lot of trouble cleaning up after the last one a few years back. I guess it's time to reinforce the windows and shore up the roof. Maybe I'll get Lucas to help.

October 9 The water has finally receded. The house is alright, but the old house was badly damaged. Lucas is making a fuss about a huge ship that's washed up in the bayou. If that's true, I better report it to the parish. I'll go check it out tomorrow.

Travis memo: drawer in safe room

Dear Courtney,Those bastards are looking for me, but maybe this gives you a chance to escape.To escape, you have to find the reliefs shaped like dog heads. I saw one of the heads in the dissection room underground. Get it. It's the key out of here. Something's wrong with me. It must have been that shit they made me eat. If I'm gonna die, I'd at least like to go out fighting.I'm gonna get a hold of that shotgun I saw in the rec room and make them regret what they did to me. You need to get out of here. I love you, Courtney. Love, Travis

a guy doing his best to help his love get away (this is the guy who Jack mentions in the memo we also find in the rec room who caused the stronger shotgun to be broken)

how to unlock the door in the morgue

Lucas,I caught the guy who keeps trying to escape. I've locked him up in the leftmost incinerator so he can't get away again. Take him out when he's ready.You know how to open the door, don't you? Just remember: 3 a's and a handprint. Do what you want with his girl.

this is Travis this is what happens to him. My main problem is what happened to Courtney? the least thing is her turning into Molded but it takes a time

Mrs Baker: locked room attached to the rec room

How have you been feeling recently? It's been a long time since you came in for your last check-up. I'm writing to tell you that I've finished examining your X-rays. Those dark areas in your cranium are fungus-like structures that seem to be related to mold. The hallucinations and noises you said you've been hearing may be related to these growths. If your symptoms are due to a fungal parasite, it must be removed before it's too late. I don't mean to scare you, but I am seriously concerned for your health.Please come to the hospital as soon as you read this letter. As your doctor, I strongly recommend you undergo further tests.Crawford Lang,Dulvey General Hospital

But I find that fungus like structures bit interesting I can't remember who thought about it playing RE4R and what Ramon was doing but this is for them.

Zoe's notes: trailer

My body's feeling weirder and weirder. Soon I'll become like mom and dad. It's all her fault. Should I run? No, I can't. I'm dead if she finds out. That woman she was with, Mia, She knows something. If I had the serum I could cure myself. I have to find out more.

I wonder when this was written. I think its around the time Mia got locked up (because having a talk with someone violent can be a bit difficult) and I wonder if this was the cataylist for them trying to help people (I doubt it was Zoe doing it on her own. She still had to learn how to combine the d series arm and head to get the basic serum)

Margurites warning Old House bird door

Zoe, You tried to sneak up to the second floor again, didn't you?! Did you think I wouldn't notice?!?! Even after what happened to Eveline, you just keep talking about some strange medicine. And what are you planning to do with my altar? You better keep those sticky fingers off of it! Nobody touches my sacred altar! You think your father and I are idiots?! You spoiled pathetic child….I wish youd NevEr been born. UnforGIVably pathetic yet always lookingDOWN on uS aNd trying to Leave our HOME! After EVERYthing WE'VE done for YOU… PatheticPATHETICpathetic pathetic…If you EVER even touch my altar I'll slice off your chest and serve it up as potroast…

first the idea of Zoe trying to reach through to her parents but Evies control was too much for them

second these were written at two different times. the first half being Margurite being more like herself and the other half that just sounds angry? It seems more like Evie would say that to be honest

Margurites Diary

October 11 My ears have been ringing all day and I haven't been able to sleep since the child showed up. It's like Zoe says: There's something strange about the child, and the woman she brought with her.

-Evie has been at the Baker house for a little under a day (she arrived on the Oct 10th) so Margurites sleep schedule must be very regular for her to notice it being messed up.

-Its a interesting choice of words talking about how strange Evie and Mia are and who brought what (maybe Margurite was dreaming the ship wreck and how it got destroyed)

October 15 I'm seeing things, hearing things, can't stop feeling nauseious. I went to see the doctor in town and he gave me an X-ray. What's happening to me?

October 23 The child gave me a present.

October- I put the present in the secret room right at the back of the second floor, where nobody will find it. That arm is a sign of the child's trust. That arm will lead us to happiness1 And anyone who corrupts that happiness... I won't allow them to live.

1ahem cult cult cult cult. all jokes aside considering what we know of Miranda and the word choice in daughters

corruption meaning: to make someone or something become dishonest or immoral

Jim's letter: Wrecked ship bunk room 1st Deck (where the fuse is)

Dear Janet, Hey, how's it going? I guess half a year or so will have passed by the time you get this letter. Life is so boring here. Day after day, just the same old sea. Although there is one thing that's different.This time we have some passengers sailing with us, which hardly ever happens.It's a couple with a young girl. I think they're distant relatives of the captain. Imagine, traveling on a tanker instead of a passenger ship. They must be hard up! I tried talking to the little girl earlier and her dad shot me this nasty look. What's he so worried about? Now that I think of it, the captian said he didn't even have any relatives… Maybe I'm overthinking this. I miss you. Love, Jim

a little hint of time to how long the Annabelle was expected to be at sea (mentioned in my Mia and Alan post)

poor Jim I wonder how he died. I wonder how Janet is doing as she like every other person waiting for news on the crew was feeling. I wonder if anyone else was suspicious about Mia, Alan and Evie.

Giovannis Will Bunk room 1st deck

It's too late for us, but at least I can let the world know what happened here. I was on night shift yesterday, so I was taking a nap in the bunk room around noon. I was half asleep and I heard a kid, a little girl, laughing. Or was that all in my head? I woke up at 19:30: there was some sort of ruckus in the passageway. Drew, one of the engineers, came in and said there was something going on down below, maybe a riot. He looked pale in the face. He told me he was going down to check it out, but he never came back. It must have been around 19:50 when I heard the scream. I went to the laundry room to check and saw Clark being eaten by some sort of black-ish monster. The monster turned and started coming towards me, huge, shark-like teeth snapping in its jaw. I just screamed like a little girl and ran for it. Now I'm huddled up in the bunk room, shaking as I write this. There's a whole host of those creatures lurking in the passageways now. I can still hear screams now and then, but there's no way I'm going out there now. And that's it: I've written everything I know. Giovanni Finetti

depending on how you play the wrecked ship you can find before you play the tape. Giovanni was infected at some point because he heard Evie laughing

Orders 2nd floor safe room

Special Operations Division Director Alan Droney and Caretaker Mia Winters: Recent reports suggest that if Eveline remains at her current location, she is at a high risk of being stolen by opposing organizations. Your orders, therefore, are to transfer Eveline to our Central American branch for safe keeping until further notice. During transfer, be sure to adhere to the following protocols: Act as parental guardians for Eveline at all times to avoid suspicion. Manage Eveline's vitals via the Genome Codex provided. If the mission is compromised beyond reconciliation, dispose of Eveline

not to keep harping on the things but Alan is Mia's boss and Mia was low on the food chain not only is this an example of dehumanising Evie its also kinda dehumaninsing Mia because from indeed the description of a caretaker is: A Caretaker, or Janitor or a Site Manager, takes care of the security and maintenance of community buildings. Their duties include cleaning, performing simple repairs and maintenance tasks and performing security checks for the buildings in their care.

we don't know who the threat was (partially BSAA but the others? who knows)

avoid suspicion my ass I say this because there were better ways to deal with this sending someone who actually knew kids. Not acting weird when seen by other people on the ship Alan.

another moment of dehuminisation of Evie and they skip straight to "beyond reconciliation" which again makes me doubt they wanted Evie to get to where she was going

Email log salt mines

Sent: Friday, January 16, 2015 12:42 AM Thanks to you guys it's been about a week since my head's been clear and back to normal. And she STILL thinks she's got me! You guys really need to work on fixing that. Not only does she look like a little kid, but she's about as stupid as one, too. Mom and dad are still totally under though. I was wondering. Is the whole "family" obsession something you guys programmed into her? It's kinda fucked up.

so the Bakers were gradually taken over begining from 10th Oct 2014 so this is three? months later. How were the Connections searching for them or did he find a way to contact them from using the boxes containing the d series arm and head?

Sent: Friday, November 4, 2015 2:10 AM That bitch Mia is still somewhere in between Evie-La-La Land and reality. She gets pretty violent, so I locked her up in a cell. I thought maybe Eveline would get mad since Mia's her favorite and all, but she doesn't seem to care. She actually goes and visits her sometimes. She thinks Mia's her mommy. Like I said, your "bioweapon" is fucked up.

so a little longer between Jan and November. I wonder what act of violence was the catalyst for Mia being locked up for 2/3 years. I wonder what Evie was thinking "doesn't seem to care" because of her upbringing I would say it just seemed normal to her? I wonder if it was during these visits they learn of Ethan's existence?

Sent: Friday, September 1, 2016 1:10 AM Eveline's family obsession is getting out of hand. She's making everyone kidnap more and more assholes off the street to add to her freak show of a family. Maybe she's getting tired of Mia not coming around, but it's a pain in the ass for me because I gotta clean up the mess whenever someone new comes along. By the way, Evie's looking sick or something. Her skin is getting all wrinkly and she's getting grey hairs. Is that supposed to happen? It's almost like she's getting old all of a sudden.

Mia still holding strong against Evie's desires despite being in the cell. I wonder what was going through Evie's head when she wanted more people to join the family

Infection Report

This report details the symptoms that appear when the bacterium* that grows inside the E-Series infects a human. Be sure to read this document throughly before dealing with E-Series weaponized assets. Hereafter referred to as "mold". Initial Infection. The mold ingests nutrients from the subject's body to propagate itself, and slowly takes over cells within the body. As a side effect of this, the infected subject gains remarkable regenerative abilities. During experiments, we removed arms and legs from test subjects and found that they were able to coapt the amputated limbs in a matter of minutes. Mid-stage Infection: Once the mold reaches the brain, the subject's thoughts become "in tune" with those of the E-Series asset. If this state continues, the host will lose all sense of ego. Complete Infection: After every cell in the body has been taken over by the mold, the subject begins to lose their human form. Physical mutations differ from case to case, but all result in him or her acquiring incredible physical strength. Containing a subject at this stage would be extremely difficult.

Zombie Ant Fungus (information from Britannica) Once the fungal mass inside an infected ant reaches a critical size (usually about 16–24 days following infection), the ant is induced to leave its nest at different times than its regular foraging habits, and it fails to walk along established ant trails. Infected ants are generally unresponsive to external stimuli, including other ants... Carpenter ants in areas with zombie-ant fungus have evolved a number of adaptations to limit their exposure to the parasite. Carpenter ants in infested areas tend to be more arboreal than those without the fungus threat, suggesting that they avoid the forest floor to limit exposure to the spores. They also practice social grooming and can remove spores from each other’s bodies before infection can occur. The ants have also been observed to carry infected members of the colony away from the nest and from their usual ant trails on the forest floor to reduce the spread of spores to high traffic areas, and they are known to actively avoid the graveyards of infected dead.

nothing more needs to be said does it?

Report One (much of this is redacted) salt mine still you can read the full thing here. but i'm focusing on the bits that stood out to me.

This project was instigated in 2000 as one of several concepts for the company's NEXBAS (next-generation experimental battlefield superiority) initiative, working with technical assistance from H.C.F., to develop a bioweapon for neutralizing combatants en masse with minimal direct contact. NEXBAS was later folded, and all its assets diverted to this project. What makes this project markedly different from conventional weapons is its ability to turn enemy combatants into allies; converting hostile elements into willing servants... The resultant organisms were referred to as "candidate specimens" and graded based on usability, from the impratical and faulty Series A through D, to the perfected E-Series. A common appearance was selected for the bioweapons; that of a roughly ten-year-old girl, to ensure ease of blending in with urban/refugee populations... Eveline's control is exerted in a series of discrete stages, the first of which is hallucination. Almost immediately after infection, the subject begins to see images of Eveline (though she is not in fact there) and hear her voice (which is inaudible to anyone else). Auditions with infected subjects throughout the stages of infection reveal that at first, the phantom Eveline appears to be a normal young girl, sometimes desiring companionship or assistance. As time progresses, she begins making more and more extreme demands, including self-mutilation and attacks on other people. The psychological shock this induces helps to break down the mind's natural barriers to Eveline's brainwashing effect, and by the time mental control is achieved, the mutamycete infection has progressed throughout the body's cells...

1 H.C.F. is Wesker he was in charge of it for a time and it and he was behind the events of code veronica

2 this was Evie's sales pitch. Essentially Evie being dropped into a combat zone she would be able to stop the fighting (the regenerative factor was just a bonus)

3 from the way this is worded the other mutamycete experiments had different looks, but for the way they were going to use them a 10 year old child is best.

4 what happened to Ethan is he heard her first and heard her after getting the arm

5 we see all this happen with Jack when he stabbed himself and attacks Margurite and Zoe

Report 2

... The researchers have been calling these super-organisms the "Molded"; made of mold, and also molded as in "shaped". The name has a certain elegance to it. For the treatment of accidental infections, performing □□□□□ on samples of Eveline's body tissue produces a unique fungicidal serum. 1 Administering the serum to an infected subject will cause the mycelia to calcify, but if the subject's cells are already largely invaded, the serum will be fatal. 2 Since the treatment window is so small, the serum's primary use is therefore disposal of infected subjected, rather than a cure. In exploring the serum's potential, we found that subjecting it to □□□□□ would enhance its effects to extreme potency, becoming a compound we now call E-Necrotoxin, which □□□□□□□□□□□□□ in even tiny amounts. 3 What's been interesting to observe in Eveline's behavior is her obsession with the concept of family. In experiments, we found multiple occasions that infected subjects were compelled to act as her "mother" or "father", treating her as if she were really their daughter.Why did she settle upon family as the theme for her mental control? This is just speculation, but it could be that she instinctively understands that a family unit is better suited to blending into social groups than a lone girl. On the other hand…well, a sentimental sort might suggest she's making up for a perceived lack of "love" in her quarantined upbringing. A parent's love.

1 see this in the boathouse

2 say it with me the serum that Zoe was putting a lot of hope on is basic and wouldn't have worked either way (I didn't think of this at the time but this is why Alan didn't suggest getting the serum prepared for him when he was still alive)

3 I would say its both due to her own wants and what she can infer from around. And this also part of why Village is a little stupid at parts because of the picture we see with Miranda and Evie wearing what she was when getting on the boat so either Miranda didn't have much direct contact with the clone of her daughter or she did and for the sake of brevity the author of the report didn't mention her. I say its the latter. Miranda and the Connections at large are the worst either way.

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I have to ask about good dog bad dream <3

🥰🥰 oh i was HOPING for this one. ok so y’all may actually know a little bit already because it exists in the tags as tyler borzoituzzi but! good dog bad dream is the working document title/notes compilation for a fic that started with the premise of “well you see that’s actually not a dog that’s my blorbo from my hrpf shifter wolf au—”

and, because i have never formally addressed it or put it anywhere other than the tags, three important details about this fic:

this IS a semi-au fic about the detroit red wings, set vaguely in the 2018-19 season, because the wings sucked that year (but not as bad as 2019-20)

this is ALSO a fic that is mainly about tyler bertuzzi and dylan larkin, with some other wings thrown in because i've never met an ensemble i couldn't shove into a love story

this 100% exists because of mickey redmond calling tyler a junkyard dog every chance he gets and me every time going "okay but what if literally though" -> 🐺

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current mood: missing Title Fight