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intuitive-revelations · 4 months

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The near future in the Doctor Who universe sure gets dire doesn't it? Especially if Mad Jack / Roger ap Gwilliam is still part of history.

I thought I'd have a bit of fun listing things out, combining as many sources as possible. Turns out he fits in shockingly well with what we know. There's a lot missing here or cut out, and for obvious reasons it's very UK / Europe focused, but nonetheless:

[ID: Scene from The Christmas Invasion showing Harriet Jones on BBC News. The news ticker reads "PM HEALTH SCARE", "Unfit for duty?", and references a "SECRET GOVERNMENT MOLE" and a quote: "BLOOD ON [HER HANDS]".]

2006-2021 (obviously the past now, but still noting for the resulting temporal and political butterfly effect) - In the original timeline, Harriet Jones remains Prime Minister for 3 consecutive terms, presumably 15 years assuming no snap election was called, referred to as a 'golden age' [World War Three]. The Tenth Doctor deliberately changes history to cause her deposal [The Christmas Invasion], leading to numerous disastrous terms in the meantime, including those of Harold Saxon [The Sound of Drums et al.], Brian Green (who tried to appease the 456) [Children of Earth], Boris Johnson (an auton host of the Nestene Consciousness) [Rose (novelisation)], and Jo Patterson (responsible for deploying cloned Dalek defence drones in the UK's streets) [Revolution of the Daleks].

[ID: Scene from Revolution of the Daleks. A 'defence drone' Dalek is used to support anti-riot police in a test, dispersing protestors with mock tear gas.]

2010s-2030s - The European Union gradually integrates further, eventually becoming the European Zone / Eurozone, a global superpower which competes with the USA through the 21st century. The UK eventually forms part of the bloc [Trading Futures].

It's likely that Harriet Jones's deposal led to this and related events being delayed or erased, with Brexit (driven by, among others, one of Jones's successors in the new timeline) reducing european unity. Most notably, Ramón Salamander's rise to power occurs now not in the 2010s [The Enemy of the World], but in the 2030s [Doctor Who and the Enemy of the World]. There are other events that are seemingly delayed by ~20 years by changes to the timeline, including future events like the dictatorship of Mariah Learman [The Time of the Daleks, Trading Futures], and yet also possibly past events like the death of Queen Elizabeth II [Battlefield, The Longest Night et al.], which may suggest something else (eg. the Time War) may be responsible.

~2030 - During a time of rising global tensions [73 Yards], Ramón Salamander convinces a group of scientists in an underground shelter endurance experiment that nuclear war has broken out on the surface. They are convinced to generate artificial "natural" disasters to fight back against the enemy. Between this and ongoing climate change, several global food sources collapse as a result, including Canada and Ukraine's corn and flour production [The Enemy of the World].

2031 - Tensions culminate in the "Great Russian War". Despite posturing, not a single nuclear weapon is fired, at least by NATO [73 Yards]. This may be later considered World War III [Trading Futures].

~2032-2035 - Following the war, tensions rise again, now between the Eurozone and the USA [Trading Futures], possibly in reaction to actions (or lack thereof?) taken by NATO during the war [73 Yards]. Both send separate peacekeeping forces to conflict in North Africa. Meanwhile, Italy is engaged in civil war [Trading Futures].

[ID: Scene from The Enemy of the World, showing Ramón Salamander.]

Over the decade, Ramón Salamander rises in power in the World Zone Authority, using his patented "Sun Store" satellite technology to aid the growth of crops by controlling sunlight over agricultural regions. In the background, he murders and blackmails officials to place loyalists into powerful positions, with the goal of ruling over the World Zone Authority as a dictator. Salamander's treachery is later discovered and he disappears [The Enemy of the World].

2037 - 2042 - Several militia declare wars of Independence from the USA. Notably, Phoenix, Arizona is destroyed in a terrorist attack. While the country largely persists after the conflicts, some territories seem to successfully secede - with, for example, a Montana Republic seemingly being in existence in 2054 [Alien Bodies].

2038 - The World Zones Accord is signed. This is later considered to have reduced the United Nations to a 'joke' compared with the World Zone Authority [Alien Bodies]. Given the extensive power it gives to the WZA, this was likely originally part of Salamander's plan, but due to his disappearance he is not around to reap the rewards [The Enemy of the World].

2039 - A group of Mexican astronauts studying minerals on the Moon go missing [Kill the Moon].

~2030s - 2040s - The Earth begins to experience major climate change effects, including "appalling storm conditions" which harm agriculture [The Waters of Mars]. The ice caps melt and flood much of the Earth [K9] with nations like the Netherlands ending up entirely flooded [St Anthony's Fire]. Some regions experience corrosive acid rain [Cat's Cradle: War Head, Strange Loops]. One summer sees Britain experience a 22 week drought. At this time, the Eurozone closes its borders to millions of North African and Baltic Sea refugees [Hothouse]. This time period may be known as the "Oil Apocalypse" [The Waters of Mars].

[ID: Scene from K9 Episode 13: Aeolian. Big Ben stands in the middle of a colossal storm of wind and rain.]

With Earth's ecosystems collapsing [Davros], humanity begin to realise it's facing extinction [The Waters of Mars]. An artificial cooling agent is spread in the atmosphere to semi-successfully combat the effects, but leads to dramatic side-effects, including freezing some areas of the globe. This is known as the "Great Cataclysm" [K9].

2041 - A three-human team, including Adelaide Brooke, lands on Mars for the first time [The Waters of Mars]. However, with this accomplishment, and increasing turbulence on Earth, Humanity gradually loses interest in space exploration [Kill the Moon].

Before 2045 - Around this time, the UK falls into a dictatorship ruled by the "Director", head of a military council that has allegedly (secretly?) controlled the government since 2028 [Britain Protests]. It is possible that this Director was previously the "Minister of War" for previous governments [Before the Flood].

2045 - The World Zones Authority evolves into a World Government, with Nikita Bandranaik being elected President. The UK is not part of the organisation [This is 2065].

2046-2050s - The Director is overthrown [Down with the Director] and the rest of the government "collapses in shame" [73 Yards]. Some of the revolutionaries celebrate now being "masters of [their] own country" [Down with the Director]. Despite the hopes of the World Government for international integration, this nationalistic streak continues.

[ID: Scene from 73 Yards. Roger ap Gwilliam, with an Albion Party ribbon on his chest declares victory on BBC News, live from Kennington High in London. Headline reads "LANDSLIDE VICTORY FOR ALBION PARTY: Majority of 92 predicted. Roger ap Gwilliam declared Prime Minister."]

Roger ap Gwilliam is elected Prime Minister, with the far-right nationalistic Albion Party gaining a majority of 92 MPs [73 Yards]. While his government does take the step to officially join the World Government senate [Down with the Director], he seeks greater independence from other nations. One of his first actions is to expand the UK's nuclear arsenal, purchasing missiles from Pakistan and withdrawing from NATO. In his term, the world is brought to the brink of nuclear war [73 Yards], likely in the pre-2050s "Euro Wars" [The Time of the Daleks].

In this time, the "Department", a (private?) multinational security organisation is born, based primarily in the UK. They gain broad powers, which they use to control populations with propaganda and use of "CCPC"s: robotic law enforcement notorious for their surveillance and brutality. Despite its recent revolution, the country is rendered practically a police state [K9].

[ID: Scene from K9 Episode 1: Regeneration. CCPCs, hulking police robots, march down a dark alley.]

2049 - The Moon starts to dramatically gain mass, causing massive tides on the Earth, flooding entire cities. In a last ditch at survival, humanity plans to try and destroy the Moon using an array of nuclear bombs. Despite the people of Earth being offered the vote on what to do by turning off their lights, it appears the decision is made on a national level, with lights going off grid-by-grid. Nonetheless, the Moon is allowed to hatch, leaving behind a new less massive egg "moon" with minimal further destruction [Kill the Moon].

[ID: Scene from Kill the Moon. The Moon hatches in the background, as the TARDIS stands by the sea.]

Humanity's interest in space exploration returns [Kill the Moon], starting a new space race. Among these projects, Australia begins constucting a space elevator, Spain a project called "SpaceLink", while Germany and Russia each begin a series of new Moon missions. The Philippines are rumoured to be planning their own landing on Mars [The Waters of Mars].

~2050 - The UK Government (ap Gwilliam's?) is couped once more, by General Mariah Learman. With the King's permission, elections are suspended for at least a couple years, with her ruling over a "benevolent dictatorship". She is later abducted and forcibly mutated by the Daleks [The Time of the Daleks]. Despite the previous description, her promotion of Shakespeare in schools is remembered as the only good thing about her rule [Trading Futures]. (Note: As mentioned prior, it's likely that Learman's rule may have been delayed as Salamander's was. This is suggested by the mention of her in Trading Futures, set seemingly ~2030s or earlier, despite The Time of the Daleks taking place around the 2050s.)

~2050s - The Gravitron is built on the new Moon. This is used to artificially control the tides and weather [The Moonbase]. It likely also is intended to study and monitor the new Moon for future changes [Kill the Moon].

[ID: Scene from The Moonbase, giving an external shot of the base.]

2058 - 2059 - Bowie Base One is established: humanity's first colony on another planet and an international collaboration between the UK, USA, Russia, Germany, Turkey, South Korea, Lithuania, Australia, and Pakistan. One year later, it is mysteriously destroyed in a deliberately triggered nuclear explosion. In the original timeline, there were no survivors. However, after the interference of the Time Lord Victorious, the true story is eventually told on Earth. Regardless "a veil of darkness" sweeps over the planet over the next few years. [The Waters of Mars], as international tensions heat up once more... [Total Eclipse of the Heart].

[ID: Scene from The Waters of Mars, showing an internet news website. Various articles appear focused on the Bowie Base One incident, including "SURVIVORS STORY - BROOKE SAVED EARTH", "THE MYTHICAL DOCTOR", "BROOKE'S HEROIC ACTIONS SAVE EARTH", and "HOW THE COUPLE ESCAPED MARS". The feature image shows the two survivors: Yuri Kerenski and Mia Bennett.]

2060s - The "Great War" breaks out on Earth, involving every country on Earth. This is likely World War IV. Details are vague, but it ultimately ends in a ceasefire, when it's realised the conflict is risking Earth's habitability [Total Eclipse of the Heart].

#Doctor Who #DW Spoilers #Doctor Who Spoilers #73 Yards #DW Theory #Canon-Welding #Long Post

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mateothefirst · 1 month

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Jermu

Parte 3

Brian: No entiendo por qué le tienen miedo si no da miedo.

Albañil: No le tenemos miedo a Freddie, le tenemos un poco más de miedo a Roger porque se pone más estricto, él le tiene miedo a Freddie, es un circulo vicioso.

Brian: Cómo les va a dar miedo Roger si mide 1,50 y su arma es un termo despintado.

El albañil volvió a trabajar rápidamente y Brian no despegó la mirada de la pantalla para no perder en el tetris. Roger por atrás estaba bastante molesto pero Freddie no le dio importancia a pesar de lo que habían escuchado.

Roger: Brian si no te pones a trabajar de una buena vez te voy pegar tal patada en el culo que vas a salir volando por la puerta.

Brian: Estoy por ganar.

Roger iba a explotar, el tipo no servía para nada, le hacía bien el trabajo y llegaba decentemente pero siempre le faltaba el respeto y no contemplaba en absoluto la autoridad. Freddie conoce mejor al rubio, su mal temperamento ante la falta de atención, tal vez por su estatura.

Freddie: Brian si querés podes venir a jugar gta5 a mi casa, pero tenés que terminar tu trabajo.

Al abogado le interesa la oferta, los mira de reojo y acepta, le pone pausa al tetris y empieza a programar. Roger odia que la estrategia de Freddie sea de premiación en vez de amenazas, lo que le molesta aún más es que funcione y logre motivar al empleado.

Al terminar la jornada, Roger guarda el termo con el mate y se va lo antes posible dejándole las llaves a Freddie. El super supervisor va hasta el cubículo de Brian a saludar, la mayoría de trabajadores ya se fueron. Ve que en la pantalla está jugando Scrabble online.

Freddie: Brian dijimos que íbamos a trabajar para jugar después...

Brian: Eso hice, son las 2:06 pm ahora que terminó mi turno puedo jugar, los otros le llaman hacer horas extra. Aparte soy muy bueno en este juego.

Freddie: Parece que te gusta jugar varios juegos, cuando termines te puedo llevar en mi auto a conocer mi casa y jugar juntos.

Brian: Esa invitación tiene connotaciones sexuales?

Freddie: No.

Brian: Bueno acepto igual.

Luego de la partida donde Freddie le ayudó un poco, apagaron todo y se fueron a su auto. Brian le dijo que no tiene auto, camina todos los días. Tiene muchas cosas adentro, aire acondicionado, volante y hasta canta música. La casa queda lejos pero cuando llegan pasan por un campo, Freddie dice que se llamaba Disneyland antes de que lo comprara para hacerlo su casa así que tiene muchas cosas raras como cine, gimnasio, heladería.

Entran y una mujer los saluda, Brian mira raro a Freddie.

Freddie: Es mi esposa, Mary

Brian: Hola

Freddie: También tenés que conocerla a ella.

Freddie fue al sillón y agarró una almohada con forma rara y se la puso en la cara a Brian.

Freddie: Se llama Delilah

Brian: Que es eso.

Freddie: No es un "eso"! Es una gata, como mi hija o la dueña de la casa.

Brian es maleducado la mayoría del tiempo, eso le molesta a varios pero Freddie elije ver más allá de sus actos. Cree que su forma de ser se debe a otras razones, aún no lo conoce bien del todo pero su curiosidad lo hace querer averiguarlo por completo, el hombre rizado parece estar desconectado de la realidad, no interactúa con la sociedad como los demás, es extraño y Freddie lo nota, le intriga. Va a descifrarlo.

Lo lleva a tomar y jugar en otra sala. Hablaron de trabajo, el super supervisor reveló que hace años trabajaba de la misma manera que Brian, pero fue ascendiendo poco a poco.

Freddie: Mira vos me caes bien, voy a hablar con Roger y los otros para que te ayuden un poco. ¿Querés?

Brian: Puede ser.

#queen band #queen #brian may #freddie mercury #roger taylor

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helloneighborfan · 2 months

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Me pregunto si Adelle y Roger los forzaron a tomarse una foto con una falsa alegría 🤔, como en Puzzle Master, donde Tavish le dice a Ted que traiga a su “sonriente” familia.

Llevo planteándomelo desde ayer, (donde apenas recuperé fuerzas para seguir escribiendo caps y volver aquí) así que aquí está una posibilidad:

-Vamos a otra toma, ¿De acuerdo?- Cleave estaba a cargo en ese momento de todo y no podían hacer nada más que controlarse. -¿Porque no queremos que la reputación no se decaiga más, no?- Preguntó burlonamente Gordon.

Ambos querían golpearlo en aquel momento, pero cuando pisaron los límites de la tierra de Tavish, los límites y amenazas habían llegado en ese momento.

Otra cosa era que debido al tiempo que pasaban fuera, dejaban a sus hijos con los Gershowitz, y les decían que tenían que trabajar y atender unos asuntos. Sus hijos se preocupaban mucho por ellos y siempre les decían a dónde, pero les tomaban el pelo y les decían que no llegarían tarde (a veces llegaban tarde). Sabrían algún día que tendrían que contarles todo a detalle, pero aún no era el momento adecuado.

Cuando les llegó la noticia de que el banner les tomaría una sesión de fotos, aceptaron a regañadientes y de mala gana apenas y se esforzaron para que la sala estuviese aceptable, sabiendo que Gordon Cleave estaría presente.

Roger lo miró de reojo y se puso de pie junto a su esposa. Harían la misma pose que la anterior y no sabría que otras más. Se pusieron y se dirigieron una mirada que decía más que las palabras. El camarógrafo se estaba alistando y Gordon los contemplaba a detalle los dos.

-Será rápido-. Comentó.

-¡Sonrían!- dijo el camarógrafo. Todo transcurría como si el tiempo se hubiese detenido. Gordon solo marcaba con su boca:

Sonríe

Sonríe y mantén esa boquita cerrada, antes de que tú esposa también esté en la comisaría por tu culpa.

Apretó los dientes con tanta fuerza que mostró ligeramente sus dientes y miró con ira a la cámara. Adelle intentó calmarlo tocando con suavidad sus manos y ejerciendo una pequeña presión en su intento de calmarlo.

¿Porqué sigues los mismos pasos de tu marido, Adelle? Serías distinta si no los siguieras

En eso, aquella mirada calmante solo esbozaba odio y frialdad.

Y la sesión siguió así .

-¡Listo!- El camarógrafo tomó casi diez fotos de la pareja y los hizo ponerse en distintas posiciones.

En una, Roger sostenía los hombros de Adelle, mientras juntaba sus manos alrededor de ella, con una mueca de lo que se consideraría una sonrisa. Frotó sus manos sobre sus hombros como si le dijera: “Ya casi, querida, yo lo sé.”

Después de haber terminado, el camarógrafo agradeció y se retiró primero. Antes de que Gordon lo siguiera, les dijo:

-Espero con ansias a que vean el periódico y la televisión- dijo Gordon. - Espero que cambie algo en su perspectiva con esto.- Sacó de su bolsillo el dispositivo que tenían antes, lo sacudió juguetonamente y se rió cruelmente.

Caminó hacia la entrada y cerró la puerta con normalidad. Ahora la venganza, ira, amargura odio eran sus aliados más cercanos.

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I was wondering if Adelle and Roger had a forced photo, similar to what happened in Puzzle Master 🤔so, here it is!

-Let's do another take, okay?- Cleave was in charge of everything at that moment and they couldn't do anything but control themselves. "Because we don't want the reputation to decline further, right?" Gordon asked mockingly.

They both wanted to hit him at that moment, but when they stepped on the borders of Tavish's land, the limits and threats had come at that moment. Another thing was that due to the time they spent away, they left their children with the Gershowitz, and told them that they had to work and take care of some business. Their children cared a lot about them and always told them where, but they teased them and told them that they wouldn't be late (sometimes they were late).

They would know one day that they would have to tell them everything in detail, but it wasn't the right time yet. When the news reached them that the banner would be taking a photo session for them, they reluctantly agreed and worked hard to make the room acceptable, knowing that Gordon Cleave would be there.

Roger glanced at him and stood next to his wife. They would do the same pose as the previous one and he wouldn't know what others. They stood and gave each other a look that said more than words. The cameraman was getting ready and Gordon was watching the two of them in detail.

-It will be fast !- The cameraman said.

-Smile!- said cameraman. Everything happened as if time had stopped. Gordon only marked with his mouth:

Smile

Smile and keep that little mouth shut, before your wife is also in the police station because of you.

He gritted his teeth so hard that he showed his teeth slightly and glared at the camera. Adelle tried to calm him by gently touching her hands and applying a little pressure in her attempt to calm him.

Why do you follow in the same footsteps as your husband, Adelle? You would be different if you didn't follow them...

That calming look only outlined hatred and coldness.

And the session continued...

-That's It !- They took ten pictures of them in different positions.

In one, Roger was holding Adelle's shoulders, while clasping his hands around her, with a grimace of what would be considered a smile. He rubbed his hands on her shoulders as if to say, “Almost there, dear, I know, I know...”

After finishing, the cameraman thanked him and left first. Before Gordon followed him, he told them:

"I look forward to seeing the newspaper and television," said Gordon. -I hope something changes in both of your perspectives with this.- He took the device he stole last night, out of his pocket, shook it playfully and laughed cruelly.

He walked towards the entrance and closed the door normally. Now revenge, anger, bitterness and hatred were their closest allies.

Hope you liked It!

#hello neighbor #the rise and fall of the petersons hn #hn writing #adelle peterson #roger peterson #gordon cleave

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tomlinsongirl · 2 years

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The plague.

Louis se sente amaldiçoado, como se uma praga estivesse sobre ele. E talvez realmente esteja, e por isso ele não pode olhar para ninguém que não faça parte de seu povo. Faltam apenas dois dias para ele conseguir acabar com isso e voltar para seu povo, mas quando ele sai no quintal e vê uma garota na casa vizinha, tudo isso muda, e ele agora tem que dar um jeito de levá-la consigo quando voltar.

parte 1.

Avisos:

algumas coisas não serão esclarecidas nessa parte, e ficarão claras apenas na parte 2, que sairá em breve. h¡cisgirl, pronomes femininos quando se refere ao Harry, sexo em lugar público e eles fodendo enquanto Harry usa um vibrador.

Louis mais velho e mais alto, sem uma idade especificada para eles. Imagino ele com o cabelo tipo cinnamon roll, aquele topete que ele usava nas premiações, e o Harry tipo Prince hair, porém fiquem a vontade para imaginarem como quiserem

acredito que pra esse seja só isso, no próximo teremos mais coisas..

🎃

-Malditos. Espero que todos eles se fodam tanto. Não aguento mais ficar nesse lugar, puta que o pariu. Quando eu assumir aquela porra eu vou expulsar eles de lá. - Louis diz enfurecido para Calvin. Sua única companhia durante os últimos dias.

-Eles são seus pais, Louis. Você não vai expulsar eles, eu te conheço. Eu sei que você não aguenta mais isso, e acredite eu também não estou feliz aqui, mas você está quase lá, aguenta só mais um pouco, cara. - Calvin responde. Já era véspera de Halloween, e eles poderiam voltar no primeiro dia de novembro, Louis não poderia surtar logo agora.

-Olha, não é por nada, e eu até te acho gato, mas eu não aguento mais olhar pra sua cara. Juro. E você não está ajudando assim. - Louis diz bufando e se levantando da poltrona na sala. - Eu vou aproveitar o sol de agora, não aguento mais ficar trancado aqui. Preciso de ar. E de luz solar, acho que mais um pouco aqui sem uma luz natural sequer e eu fico doente. - Ele se encaminha lentamente até a porta, sendo interrompido por Calvin outra vez.

-Obrigado, eu acho. Enfim, você tem certeza? Quer que eu vá e olhe se tem alguém nos quintais vizinhos antes? - Ele diz preocupado.

-Não precisa cara, mas obrigado. - Ele diz se virando para Rogers. - Só pede algo para a gente comer quando aquela pizzaria abrir, tô morto de fome. Quando chegar me avisa, ok?

Calvin apenas acena que sim com a cabeça, vendo Louis partir para a porta dos fundos, que está coberta por uma cortina. Para evitar imprevistos.

Ele realmente espera que não tenha ninguém nos quintais vizinhos.

Louis sai pela porta depois de respirar fundo algumas vezes. Quando ele passa pela varanda e pisa na grama baixa do quintal ele respira fundo mais uma, duas, três vezes.

Finalmente.

Louis se senta no chão, olhando para os detalhes do quintal. Pela primeira vez.

Quando Louis falou com Calvin depois de tudo, ele não esperava que seu melhor amigo de infância dissesse que teria um lugar para ele ficar durante alguns dias, e que, já que Louis poderia interagir normalmente com seu povo, ele ficaria junto de si durante sua estadia ali, o ajudando com os contatos.

A casa era afastada do centro da cidade, o que trazia certa calmaria para os dois, a chance de esbarrar com alguém indevido era bem menor. As casas eram também relativamente afastadas, não ao ponto de não conseguir se ver a casa vizinha, mas a distância garantia certa privacidade.

O quintal da casa era grande, com bancos, uma pequena varanda e uma área de lazer, com uma mesa e cadeiras, além de uma churrasqueira. Como caralhos Calvin conseguiu isso? Ele queria ter a chance de trazer seus outros amigos nessa casa um dia, seria incrível poder curtir ali.

No quintal extenso há também um lindo jardim, e uma árvore um pouco alta, com alguns galhos aflorados de si. E é para lá que Louis vai.

Ele se levanta e atravessa o terreno gramado, até chegar na sombra da árvore. Ele pensa um pouco, e por mais arriscado que seja, ele decide subir nela. Ele sobe por ela sem muito esforço, se sentando em um dos galhos resistentes dela, e então Tomlinson começa a observar o mundo ao seu redor.

Não tem muita coisa para se ver ali, mas a casa do lado direito dessa parece ser até que legal. Porém quando Louis olha para a casa a sua esquerda, seus olhos se arregalam levemente.

Tem alguém ali. Merda merda merda.

Mas não é como se no momento ele estivesse pensando muito nisso, até porque a garota que está na casa, deitada em um sofá aparentemente confortável e aproveitando o que ainda resta do sol para bronzear seu corpo curvilíneo é a pessoa mais linda que ele já colocou seus olhos.

Ela está nua, como se não tivesse medo de ser vista. E Louis agradece por poder ter essa visão. Ela está deitada de costas, seu rosto virado para o lado, e algumas tatuagens se espalham por seu braço. O único que está aparente para si. O olhar de Tomlinson continua descendo pelo corpo curvilíneo, e porra, ela é muito linda.

Seus cabelos são curtos e cacheados, sua cintura fina e marcada, as coxas grossas e definidas, mas não muito. Seus olhos voltam para a bunda da garota, é redondinha e é marcada por uma tatuagem de um coração preto com chifres e um rabinho de diabo vermelhos, feitos com um traço fino na pele branquinha.

Louis fica apenas ali, parado, admirando a garota na casa ao lado. Derrepente ele observa suas pernas tremerem, e ela se virar, agarrando o pano do sofá com a mão que estava aparente antes.

A outra mão vai para o meio das pernas dela, que agora estão abertas, deixando a boceta gordinha exposta para si. Ela abre os olhos, e eles se encontram com os azuis de Tomlinson, que agora tem os lábios entreabertos e o pau já começando a endurecer. Um grito agudo sai pelos lábios dela, suas pernas tremem ainda mais e ela esguicha por todo o sofá, ainda encarando Louis nos olhos.

Ela se vira, deitando de lado, e agora Louis pode ver os peitinhos pequenos com piercings brilhando pela luz do sol, que agora começa a ficar mais fraca. Sua respiração é descompassada, e Louis ainda tem um pau duro entre as pernas.

Quando se recupera, ela vai até o interior da casa, voltando pouco tempo depois com um papel em mãos, e ainda nua. Ela cola o papel na cerca baixa, antes de mandar um beijo e um aceno para Louis, desaparecendo outra vez no interior da casa.

Louis desce da árvore rapidamente, indo até a cerca e pegando o post-it colado na madeira e o lendo rapidamente.

Havia um endereço e o horário, e logo abaixo um recado, que dizia "É uma festa de Halloween, vá fantasiado. Vai ser um prazer te ver amanhã, gatinho."

Louis atravessa o quintal rapidamente, entrando na casa e gritando a procura de Calvin.

-Que foi, cara? O que aconteceu? - Calvin pergunta preocupado, chegando na sala onde Louis está.

-A gente vai sair amanhã. E precisamos de fantasias. - Ele diz como se não fosse grande coisa, mas isso é grande coisa.

-Como assim sair Louis? Ficou doido, porra?

-Eu tenho que achar ela. Eu não queria, mas agora ela vai ter que vir com a gente.

-O que porra aconteceu, William? - Calvin fala desesperado.

-Eu olhei para ela. E ela me chamou pra uma festa de Halloween. Eu preciso ir, e você sabe. E vai ter que ir comigo.

-Porra Louis. - Rodgers fala puxando os cabelos.

🎃

Eles finalmente chegam no endereço do pequeno papel, e uau, é uma festa realmente grande.

A casa era enorme, e estava toda decorada, com luzes roxas e vermelhas passando pelos cômodos, que pareciam afastados demais. As luzes do ambiente estavam quase todas apagadas, deixando o lugar um tanto quanto escuro.

Na cozinha haviam bebidas e alguns petiscos, mas nada que fosse capaz de saciar a fome de alguém. Na sala um DJ tocava algumas músicas que Louis não conhecia em um volume alto demais.

Tudo ali era demais.

Ele e Calvin vão até o balcão com as bebidas e provam algumas. No fim eles apenas enchem copos vermelhos com uma vodka qualquer e saem dali.

Louis veste uma camisa social junto de um colete. Além de uma calça e sapatos também sociais, todos pretos. Por cima de toda a roupa, os ombros abrigam uma capa preta, com detalhes em prata. Os cabelos estão adornados por uma coroa de cristais pretos e cinzas e alguns anéis circundam seus dedos.

Ele é Hades.

Não demora muito para eles começarem a busca pela garota, e infelizmente eles não sabem nada sobre ela.

Eles andam por toda a sala, onde a maior parte das pessoas está. Louis nunca esbarrou em tantas pessoas assim antes, e isso está começando a irrita-lo.

Depois de não achar ela em nenhum lugar da sala, eles voltam para a cozinha, indo para o quintal quando não encontraram ela lá.

Após andarem por um tempo, se sentaram em algumas cadeiras que estavam pelo gramado, pegando mais bebida da mesa que estava ali.

- Cara, você tem que achar ela logo, você sabe que tem que voltar com ela, e não existe outra opção. - Calvin diz preocupado. - Nosso tempo tá acabando, mano.

-Eu sei, irmão. - Louis responde com um suspiro. Ter seu melhor amigo ali aliviava um pouco as coisas, era melhor do que estar sozinho, e eles se divertirem muito por esses dias, mas tudo ainda era fodidamente desesperador e cansativo. E passou a ser mais ainda quando ele olhou para ela. - Eu vou achar ela, só não sei o que eu vou fazer para levá-la comigo.

Seus braços estão apoiados nos seus joelhos, e a cabeça levemente inclinada para baixo, e sua coroa quase cai. Não demora muito para que um barulho de uma janela se abrindo chame sua atenção, e ele volta seu olhar para cima, onde a janela está aberta.

E ele finalmente vê ela ali. E ela está linda. Um vestido longo envolve todo o seu corpo. Ele tem uma fenda, que deixa toda a sua perna a mostra, além das flores vermelhas espalhadas pelo vestido clarinho. Um dos lados de seu busto é coberto por flores, enquanto o outro é sustentado apenas por alguns galhos, deixando sua pele a mostra, e seu seio é coberto apenas por um tule vermelho, preso por alguns galhos também. Há uma coroa de flores adornando seus cachos e sapatos de salto também com flores, e nas mãos, algumas flores presas em o que se parecem galhos formam uma espécie de luva.

Ela está apoiada na varanda do quarto, com uma expressão um tanto retorcida, talvez ela esteja com dor, ou passando mal, e Louis prontamente se levanta para prestar socorro a ela, no entanto um homem alto surge atrás dela no segundo em que ele se prepara para avisar Calvin.

Eles começam a conversar, e ela olha para o homem com um pouco de ódio, acalmando um pouco a Louis, que nesse ponto já tinha olhos pretos pelo sentimento que se apossou de seu corpo.

Medo. Medo de que ela tenha alguém aqui e que ela decida não ir com ele. Ele não quer que ela o odeie. E ele espera que fique tudo bem.

Mas então ele se lembra de tudo. E ele passa a duvidar muito que ela tenha alguém aqui.

-Eu achei. Vou tentar falar com ela. Depois a gente se encontra aqui, pode ser? - Louis fala afobado, já indo atrás dela. - Vai se divertir, Calvin, aproveita o tempo que você ainda tem aqui.

Ele não espera uma resposta, mas ouve uma risada baixa de Calvin enquanto caminha de volta para o interior da casa.

Quando ele entra outra vez na sala o tumulto parece estar maior ainda, e ele tenta se apressar ao máximo para chegar lá antes da garota descer as escadas e se misturar com todas aquelas pessoas.

Não demora até que ele chegue ao pé da escada e suba ela rapidamente, ignorando o aviso nos primeiros degraus, que diz que subir lá é proibido.

Ele passa por alguns quartos, até que acha a garota saindo de um deles. Eles se trombam, o que faz ela quase cair, se não fosse por Louis, que a segura antes que o pior aconteça.

-Meu deus, que susto. - Ela diz, abrindo os olhos que fechou pelo susto na quase queda. - Oh, olá. - Louis percebe suas bochechas ganhando um tom de vermelho por baixo da camada fina de maquiagem que está em seu rosto.

-Eu estava te procurando. - Louis diz, finalmente reparando na beleza dela de pertinho. Ele sente um aperto em seu braço, não entendendo o porquê, mas tratando de ignorar quando lembra que ela ainda está caída em seus braços, e logo a levanta, sentindo ela ainda segurando seus braços. - Mas eu ainda não sei seu nome, gatinha. - Louis devolve a provocação do dia anterior, sentindo ela tirar as mãos de seus braços e as levar atrás das costas.

-Meu nome é Harry, e o seu?

-É um prazer Harry, eu me chamo Louis.

-Bom saber, Louis. É um nome muito bonito. - Ela diz sorrindo de lado, já recuperada do rubor nas bochechas.

-Posso dizer o mesmo sobre o seu, Harry.

-O que acha da gente ir lá pra baixo e dançar um pouco? - Ela propõe já indo na direção das escadas. Louis fica estático por um tempo, e apenas segue ela depois, não demorando muito até alcançá-la e passar um braço por sua cintura fina, e marcada pelo vestido.

-Fica pertinho de mim, Harry. Não quero me perder de você. Você quer? - Louis fala próximo ao ouvido dela, logo parando ao que ela para também.

-Eu com certeza não quero, Louis. - Ela responde se virando para ele, ficando na ponta dos pés e levando uma de suas mãos para a nuca de Louis, puxando o maior para um beijo desesperado enquanto leva a outra mão para seu rosto.

As mãos de Louis ficam mais firmes em sua cintura, não demorando a aprofundar o beijo, que se torna cada vez mais intenso. Eles entram em sintonia rapidamente, e Harry deixa Louis guiar o beijo rápido.

A mão na nuca do maior começa a deixar pequenas arranhões ali, puxando os curtos fios de cabelo vez ou outra. Ela logo sente seu corpo bater levemente contra a parede, e o corpo de Louis colado ao seu, com uma das mãos descendo pelo quadril e logo chegando na bunda redondinha, apertando ali, e ouvindo Harry gemer entre o beijo.

Louis quebra o beijo mordendo o lábio inferior de Harry, enquanto sente ela rebolar levemente em sua coxa, que está entre suas pernas. Ele a encaixa melhor ali, guiando seus quadris para ela rebolar mais rápido em sua perna.

Derrepente um apagão se faz presente por toda a casa, assustando Harry, que se afasta de Louis pelo susto. Suas respirações estão descompassadas, e Louis sente as mãos dela tremendo um pouco.

- Hey, gatinha, você está bem? - Louis pergunta preocupado, levando uma de suas mãos para o rosto da menor.

-Sim, eu acho. Só me assustei um pouco. - Ela responde, apoiando suas mãos nos ombros de Louis.

- Quer ir lá para baixo? Talvez a gente descubra o que aconteceu. - O maior pergunta se afastando minimamente dela.

-Tudo bem, vamos. Me dê sua mão para a gente não se perder, Hades. - Ela diz, provocando ele mais uma vez. Louis sorri, por mais que ela não possa ver, e puxa ela pela mão, dando um breve selinho nela, antes deles partirem para o andar inferior da casa.

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Algumas lanternas de celulares estão acesas, além de algumas velas que estavam sendo usadas para decorar o local iluminam parte da casa. Harry e Louis ainda estão de mãos dadas, além de estarem abraçados enquanto esperam a luz voltar.

A casa tem um gerador, e algumas poucas pessoas foram até ele para tentar ligá-lo, e logo a luz e a música voltariam.

Eles estão em um silêncio confortável, com Harry apoiada no tronco de Louis, que vez ou outra sente alguns apertos em sua mão, porém preferindo ignorar isso por agora. Não demora para que a luz volte, e eles vão para a cozinha pegar alguma bebida quando o tumulto passa.

Harry está sentada no balcão, enquanto Louis está no meio de suas pernas, e eles conversam sobre banalidades enquanto bebem um pouco. Harry começa a ficar estranha depois de um tempo, apertando Louis contra si e suspirando forte em seu pescoço algumas vezes.

-Hey, você está bem? Está sentindo algo? Precisa de alguma coisa? - Ele pergunta mais uma vez preocupado.

-Não, eu estou bem. - Ela responde um pouco incerta, com sua fala tremendo um pouco. Ela leva mais alguns segundos para se recuperar, e logo levanta sua cabeça outra vez. - Vamos dançar?

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Eles dançam e se divertam ao som de músicas que Louis não conhece, mas tenta disfarçar à medida do possível. Eles estão em uma sintonia incrível, e o mais velho fica extremamente grato por isso.

Ele só espera que Harry aceite numa boa o que ele tem a dizer.

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Em algum momento entre as músicas Harry se cansa, e eles se sentam em um sofá no exterior da casa, uma parte mais privada e escondida que Styles conhecia. Louis tem as costas apoiadas no encosto do estofado, enquanto Harry está sentada de lado em seu colo, e Louis finge não perceber as pequenas reboladas que ela dá em sua coxa vez ou outra.

- Qual é o seu herói preferido da Marvel? - Harry pergunta, e Louis agradece por Calvin ter feito ele assistir uns filmes de alguns heróis estranhos.

- O Homem-Aranha, e o seu? - Louis diz o único que se lembra do nome no momento, devolvendo a pergunta antes que ela possa perguntar outra coisa sobre isso.

- Eros. Adoro ele. - Harry responde feliz, começando a falar sobre o herói depois de Louis dizer que não o conhece. Ela está animada falando sobre ele, até que derrepende a mais nova para de falar e fecha seus olhos.

Louis fica meio alerta, e um pouco confuso quando ouve um gemido baixinho sair por seus lábios. Ela claramente tenta segurar os gemidos, que insistem em escapar por seus lábios.

-Porra, Robert é um filho da puta. - Ela diz aparentemente revoltada, mas logo voltando a gemer e rebolar em seu colo devagarinho.

-Harry? Quem caralhos é Robert? - Ele pergunta um pouco irritado, porra, eles estavam a festa toda juntos, e ela está agora rebolando em seu colo e falando sobre outro? Ainda um pouco bravo ele segura uma das coxas dela, apertando com força antes de continuar. - Por que caralhos você não para de rebolar, gemer e se tremer assim? Que porra tá acontecendo Harry? - Ele se surpreende quando percebe ela tremendo em seu colo, e não entende por que ela está revirando seus olhos.

Ela estava sentindo prazer? Como caralhos isso estava acontecendo?

-Harry, me responde. Agora.

-Robert é meu amigo, Louis. - Ela diz, se virando para ficar sentada de frente para Louis, agora bem em cima do seu pau. - E a gente fez uma aposta. Ele acha que eu não consigo fazer algo, mas eu sei que eu consigo. Então eu aceitei. E você vai ter que me foder enquanto eu estou com um vibrador, porque eu não vou perder essa aposta, Lou. - Ela explica, voltando a rebolar sob o colo do maior, levando suas mãos para a nuca dele e o puxando para um beijo.

Ambos tentam controlar o beijo, mas Harry se deixa levar quando Louis leva as mãos para sua bunda, ajudando ela a rebolar mais rápido em seu colo, apertando ali vez ou outra.

Não demora para que o pau de Louis fique duro, e Harry geme cada vez mais alto, sentindo o pau se esfregar na sua bocetinha por baixo de todo o tecido entre eles. Ela para por um momento, puxando o pano do seu vestido para o lado, deixando sua boceta exposta pela fenda do vestido. Sua calcinha é branca, e está toda molhada pelo melzinho que sai por sua boceta. Ela volta a se sentar sob o caralho de Louis, agora rebolando apenas com o tecido da calça dele os separando.

-Porra. - Louis geme baixo e rouco, antes de se iniciar mais um beijo.

Eles se beijam por um longo tempo, até que as pernas de Harry começam a tremer ainda mais. Ela quebra o beijo mais uma vez, puxando o ar com força e gemendo o nome de Louis baixinho em seu ouvido. Ele leva uma de suas mão para a fenda do vestido, invadindo os tecidos e levando sua mão para a boceta molhada dela.

Ele começa a dedilhar a xotinha, sentindo seu melzinho escorrendo dela. Logo seus dedos vão para o grelinho inchado, iniciando uma masturbação lenta ali, deixando ela cada vez mais próxima de um orgasmo.

Ele esfrega seus dedos rapidamente por toda a boceta ainda coberta, sentindo vez ou outra a vibração forte ali. Não demora para que ele sinta uma mordida em seu ombro, indicando que Harry está próxima de seu ápice.

-Você é tão gostosa. Tão linda. E é só minha, certo? Minha princesa, tão boa pra mim, me deixando te fazer gozar bem aqui, onde qualquer um pode ver. Você é incrível, minha princesa. Vem pra mim pra gente ir pra outro lugar.

Não demora nada até que Louis sinta Harry gozando e melando seus dedos. Os estímulos continuam durante um tempo, prolongando ainda mais seu orgasmo.

Quando ela se recupera eles se beijam mais algumas vezes, e logo vão em direção ao carro da Styles. No caminho eles se encontram com Calvin, e enquanto Louis fala com ele rapidamente, Harry se afasta por um momento, dizendo que vai resolver algo rapidinho.

Calvin diz pra Louis que vai para a casa em que eles estão hospedados apenas mais tarde, e que ele poderia conversar tranquilamente com Harry. Depois que eles se divertissem um pouco, é claro.

Quando ele está prestes a sair, Harry volta, com uma bolsa pequena no ombro e diz que já está pronta para ir. Eles caminham rapidamente até o carro, e Louis tira a capa que adorna seus ombros quando eles adentram o veículo.

Louis vai dirigir, e não demora nem um minuto sequer até que ele sinta a mão de Harry no cós de sua calça. O botão é aberto, e ela desce o zíper, puxando o pau de Louis para fora e começando uma punheta lenta.

-Vamos para a minha casa, pode ser? - Ela pergunta, passando o polegar pela cabecinha do pau do mais velho.

-Tudo bem, princesa. - Ele responde, sorrindo de lado para ela, voltando sua atenção para a estrada rapidamente.

O caminho não foi muito longo, e durante o trajeto Harry masturbava o pau de Louis de forma torturante, alternando entre movimentos rápidos e lentos, nunca permitindo que Louis chegasse ao seu ápice.

-Eu fui tão bom pra você, Harry. Te fiz gozar tão rápido e tão gostoso. E agora você não é capaz de retribuir o favor. Isso é muito feio da sua parte, sabia? - Ele diz quando estaciona o carro na garagem dela.

-Eu queria fazer algo melhor do que isso, mas a gente não podia fazer isso antes. Não queria ir presa, Lou. Mas eu vou ser boa pra você agora. - Ela diz subindo outra vez no colo dele.

Ela puxa o vestido outra vez, assim como fez no sofá da festa, puxando sua calcinha para o lado dessa vez também. Ela esfrega a xotinha por todo o pau, melando ele com sua lubrificação, logo colocando a cabecinha do pau em sua grutinha, não demorando a tirar e bater a ponta do pau no seu grelinho.

Ela não fica muito tempo provocando Louis, e logo senta devagar no pau de de Tomlinson. Não demora para que ela esteja quicando em seu pau, gemendo alto por sentir tantos estímulos em si de uma vez.

Louis abaixa um dos lados de seu vestido, expondo um dos seios com a joia, e começando a chupar um dos peitinhos dela. As vibrações em seu pau o deixam cada vez mais próximo de seu orgasmo, e a bocetinha apertada não para de subir e descer em seu pau, trazendo mais estímulos para si.

Não demora até que um formigamento comece a surgir em seu estômago, indicando o orgasmo próximo. Ele leva uma das mãos até o grelinho de Harry, e começa uma massagem rápida ali, como as sentadas em seu colo.

Os gemidos de ambos são altos, e o barulho das peles se chocando se espalham por todo o carro. As janelas estão embaçadas, e eles estão próximos de chegar em seus orgasmos.

Louis é o primeiro a gozar, logo sendo seguido por Harry. As vibrações e a xotinha sendo fodida forte foi demais para eles, que respiravam pesado, tentando se recuperar.

As vibrações diminuíram, mas não pararam por completo, e logo eles se chocam em mais um beijo, sedentos um pelo outro.

-Vamos entrar, por favor. - Harry praticamente implora, ainda com o pau de Louis em si.

-Com certeza, a gente mal começou, princesa.

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eu realmente não gostei muito da escrita dessa one, estou triste, mas acontece. prometo tentar melhorar na segunda parte.

espero que vcs tenham gostado, All the love, Vi ×͜×

#harry styles #h¡bottom #h¡intersex #larry smut #larry stylinson #louis tomlinson #l¡top #halloween #hades #persefone

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Esto es parte de una dinámica que hice en un grupo, me faltarían dos dinámicas más; así que esperen otra aportación en español a este fandom. Con algo de suerte, ya actualizo mi fanfic que no está abandonado, solo está en una larga edición (?)

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Rostros conocidos pasean por la sala de conferencia, gesticulando entre un mar inconsciente el mismo sentimiento que le hace hervir la sangre desde que se volvió por primera vez espectador de la indiferencia y la decepción injustificada, la cual solo aumenta cuando los gestos impropios cambian a un gusto genuino de interés cuando el foco de atención no está colocado sobre la “decepcionante” figura, la cual se esfuerza de una forma tan inhumana por encajar con su propia sangre, que hace que respirar sea tan incomodo por la electricidad desagradable que quema los nervios de su piel.

Perry podía saber perfectamente qué dirían, como lo harían, podría incluso recrear conversaciones enteras sin esfuerzo alguno, dado que ni siquiera necesitaba que ellos hablaran directamente con él para reconocer las comparaciones que formularán con sus palabras; porque pareciera que, sin importar cuánto cambie el mundo, ellos no lo harán. Al menos, no de la forma en la que deberían.

Siempre serán la marca permanente en un mundo que ha sido destruido y reconstruido cientos de veces; e incluso si quisieran fusionarse entre las múltiples metamorfosis que el ex científico malvado ha desarrollado, son incapaces de encontrar la forma correcta de hacerlo.

Porque esta es una historia escrita para repetirse eternamente, sin importar todas las variables que existan. Porqué por toda la eternidad habrá un vencedor y un perdedor, habrá una forma de que lo más paupérrimo de la humanidad sea lo único que merezca Heinz Doofenshmirtz…

¿Por qué habría de hacerlo? ¿Por qué alguien debería aceptar aquello?

Inclusive ahora que el mismo Roger lo reconoce ante su familia, ante Danville, ante las propias sombras de Doof, nadie parece impresionarse por una verdad dolorosamente obvia: Heinz es bueno, algo torpe, y un poco, tal vez bastante dulce, un consuelo para aquellos que caen y una inspiración para quienes no han parado de levantarse desde el primer tropiezo.

Pero nadie se impresiona, nadie lo dice, ni siquiera lo reconocen. Tan solo pasan de largo el evento, como una reunión familiar en la que solo destaca lo infamiliar que es; porque no es ellos en esencia, solo la genética los ata.

Y duele; duele porque sabe que para él, hay algo más que simplemente una herencia de adn.

«No importa, estoy acostumbrado» le habían asegurado cuando lo invitaron, prometiéndole que este no era un problema, específicamente, su problema.

Le aseguraron que era como una pequeña trágica comedia familiar. Una anécdota más, otra historia traumática que contar cuando la noche se vuelve insomnio.

Ya había sobrevivido a ellos, estaba trabajando sobre eso; podía hacer esto otro día más. Ya lo había demostrado, lo había visto con sus propios ojos.

Confiaba en Doofenshmirtz, como quizás nunca confiaría nadie más en el mundo; reconoce su fortaleza, su inteligencia, su resiliencia…esto no debía ser un problema.

Pero lo era. Nunca dejaba de ser su problema.

Lo fue desde que lo asignaron como su villano, lo fue cuando se volvieron nemesis, se volvió completamente su asunto cuando, en las más íntimas confesiones, lo convirtió en su roca, su estabilidad, su lugar seguro.

La inestabilidad, aún entre todas sus peleas, confió en que defendería lo que era bueno, que siempre haría lo correcto; que ya no había porqué temer, porque por algo era el mejor agente secreto. Siempre estable, confiable, imperturbable. El mundo podría caerse y juró, con una convicción que haría temblar al más fuerte, que nadie tiraría sus cimientos.

Solo que sus sentimientos dejaron de ser una base sólida de indiferencia desde hace mucho tiempo.

Así que erupciona cuando finalmente encuentran el límite de su única excepción.

Después de tantos testimonios positivos en la entrega del reconocimiento dirigido al ahora entrañable profesor de ciencias, la atención recae al resto de la familia una vez Roger culmina su discurso; ninguno habla, permaneciendo inmóviles como estatuas. Su existencia es únicamente comprobable de forma física, porque anímicamente, están en otro plano de la realidad. Lo que lamentablemente incluye a las figuras paternas, quienes solo observan en silencio al primogénito de la familia.

Y no merecen verlo con ojos tan fríos, mucho menos cuando espera, con una esperanza ingente, una mínima chispa de orgullo implícito.

Algo.

Logra respirar algo más que malestar cuando su padre ofrece una breve y vaga frase que reconoce que lo ha hecho bien, lo que le otorga algo de esperanza, misma que desaparece en el instante en que su madre hace un movimiento de hombros, tan sutil que es imperceptible para cualquier espectador que no esté acostumbrado a los movimientos más mínimos.

Si no estuviera entrenado, ni siquiera sabría que existió. Y para ella fue un regalo. Un acto más que suficiente.

E incluso si lo era para su némesis, Perry pudo sentir como su propia calma se desvanecía.

Fue la gota que derramó el vaso.

¿Cómo es posible? ¿Por qué es posible? ¿Cómo es que pueden vivir con tanta tranquilidad después de que el cielo nocturno se extingue y no hay nada más que un vacío tan cruelmente normalizado?

Se levanta de su asiento, caminando hacia el centro del escenario; sabe que la gran mayoría de Danville desconoce el lenguaje de señas, pese a ello, no es capaz de contener la necesidad de expresarse, aún si nadie sabe qué es lo que dice. Al final, sus señas solo están pensadas para una persona en particular. La misma persona que lo mira confundido.

“El Dr. D es impresionante” inicia, sintiendo la tensión en sus músculos cuando se sobreesfuerza para que no haya ni una posibilidad de malinterpretación, porque solo importa que él sepa que siempre lo defenderá, que lo protegerá, que estará por el resto de su propia vida su lado. “Posee una de las mentes más brillantes y creativas que he conocido, e incluso si algunas veces puede ser responsable de algunos desastres, no deja de ser sorprendente todo lo que hace. Y no es perfecto, pero sus errores son lo que inspiran, es lo que lo hace merecedor de este reconocimiento. Porque demuestra que errar y creer son dos cosas necesarias para crecer” expresa, sintiendo el peso de su pecho disminuir, perdiéndose en su propio sentimiento.

Solo existen ellos.

“Su historia podría haber justificado tragedias, pero fue mejor que su pasado. Merece ser una figura de inspiración y de salvación…es mi salvación”.

Cuando vuelve a respirar, cuando vuelve en sí, puede ver a la multitud conmovida, al borde de las lágrimas, lo que lo hace sentir confundido hasta que presta atención a las pantallas laterales, las que van traduciendo a texto cada una de sus emociones.

Expuesto, más de lo que ya estaba en el riesgo aceptado, vuelve a su lugar sintiendo su rostro arder, cuestionando cuántos reglamentos de O.W.C.A ha roto en un arrebato. Tal vez debería sugerir un inador para repetir ese día, para sostener con más propiedad su corazón contra su pecho.

Empero lo ve, con lágrimas en los ojos, con un brillo de lucha, el mismo que ha sostenido conforme más lo ha conocido, con el rostro más enrojecido que alguna vez ha visto.

No, no puede arrepentirse de eso.

Es el Agente P, siempre protegerá a aquel que lo necesite.

Heinz lo necesita tanto como su persona necesita a Heinz.

Así que si debe defenderlo todo una vida, estará junto a él durante dos más para simplemente asegurarse que nada malo vuelva a creer que tiene un derecho innato de lastimarlo. Quizás de esa forma, algún día, ya no habrá la necesidad de hacerlo.

Por tanto, vuelve al asiento de su lado, fingiendo que eso no ha sido un ataque emocional sino más un impulso racional. Lo que fingen creerle, porque puede sentir su burla en esa sonrisa enorme que hace que quiera retirarse para poder respirar algo más que calidez.

La atención sobre ellos poco a poco se difumina, al punto en que están solos en un lugar lleno de gente.

Se siente agradable. Siempre lo ha sido.

—¿Perry?

El llamado hace que lo mire, con los latidos retumbando en sus oídos.

—Gracias.

Asiente, agregando un pequeño gruñido que trata de disminuir su propia vergüenza.

Pero su némesis sabe leerlo demasiado bien.

Así que se ríe, de él, junto con él.

Y las horas ya no se sienten, ni los rostros imperturbables vuelven a aparecer…o no lo hacen hasta que el evento finaliza, cuando es separado estratégicamente del hombre a quien protege, para ser encarado por la mujer que inició la combustión imparable; lo ve, la ve. Ninguno hace un esfuerzo por ser quien inicie una conversación real, después de todo, el ruido es una cortesía innecesaria para una conversación que se desenvuelve en un silencio que deja las cosas en claro.

O casi.

Desconoce si en algún momento fue una de sus expresiones efímeras, o la intensidad con la que su respiración podría acumularse bajo su pecho lo que hace que, inesperadamente, se encuentre sobre una cuerda tensa que lo hace un equilibrista a la fuerza. No mira hacia abajo, ni hacia los lados, solo se concentra en observar al frente, directamente a la mujer mayor que ha lanzado una de las preguntas más complicadas que alguna vez ha recibido.

«¿Eso es lo que sientes por Heinz?»

No le sorprende la incredulidad, no le toma desprevenido que no consideren al científico digno de sus palabras; lo que es sorprendente es que alguien, lejos de su propio círculo de convivencia, pueda evidenciarlo.

Las manos se tensan, haciendo que los tendones se sientan como ataduras que quieren cortar toda circulación sanguínea, empero sus manos se mueven, en una expresión que sabe no entenderá, solo que no importa, porque esa es una confesión reservada para sí, un juramento íntimo del que nunca hablará públicamente de nuevo.

“Sí”, es la primera firma que hace, “lo hago”, afirma.

“Y no permitiré que crea otra cosa”.

Sabe que no lo entienden, más no puede evitar sentir que por un segundo lo hicieron cuando la progenitora bufó, asintiendo con la cabeza antes de seguir su camino junto los demás.

Perry podría jurar que hubo algo de orgullo en su mirar.

Petrificado en su lugar, la sigue con la mirada hasta que se desvanece, intercambiado por la curiosidad caótica con la que se ha encariñado.

—¡Te estaba buscando! No podía irme a casa sin ti, eres tú quien insistió en traerme, y- ¿me estás escuchando? —

Lo hace, parcialmente, pero si le da la más mínima señal de que ha ignorado un poco lo que siguió después de esa última pregunta, sabe que le espera un largo camino lleno de quejas sin sentido.

Así que atrapa su muñeca con delicadeza, atrayéndolo hacia su persona para que huyan de la escena.

Ha sido demasiado para ambos.

#pnf #phineas and ferb #heinz doofenshmirtz #perry the human #perryshmirtz #one shot #spanish #fanfic

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Another miniseries review!

Kaleidoscope is a limited series based on a gimmick: a heist story through several episodes, told in a random order. Now the question is: does that gimmick work?

Hm.

Giancarlo Esposito plays Leo Pap, a criminal with a feud against Roger Salas, the CEO of a corporate security company because of their personal history. Leo decides to rob Salas’s state-of-the-art vault in New York City, pulling together a crew of crooks to pull it off. Of course, no heist goes exactly according to plan, and a couple of episodes are dedicated to the aftermath of the heist. It gets messy.

This series was advertised as being in completely random order for whoever watched it. I don’t know if that’s still the case, because the order I watched it in happens to be the order of episodes listed on Wikipedia. Maybe it’s not random now, but was when it came out? I don’t know.

The order I watched in was mostly helpful; the first episode I watched wasn’t the one that took place first chronologically (it took place months before the heist), but it showed Leo getting his crew together, and briefed them on the basics of the job, so I knew who was who for the most part, even if I didn’t understand why Leo had a bone to pick with Salas.

One of the major problems with the series is that some of the problems that actually come up in the heist are foreseeable. As in, “Wow, you trust that guy on your crew? He’s an idiot.” Or, “These two people don’t get along at all! Maybe that feud will be relevant in a high stakes robbery?” The result is that it feels less like, “Master criminals doing a master plan,” and more like, “Several lucky douchebag crooks stumble around.”

Speaking of the cast: who am I rooting for, here? I understand that in stories like this, there are shades of gray, and you’re not supposed to find anyone entirely sympathetic in every aspect. That being said, many of the characters make absolutely boneheaded decisions that make you wonder if you’re supposed to like them at all, and the ones that you might maybe sympathize with end the story in a way that’s not tragic as much as just terrible. At the end of the day, you see who comes out on top, and it’s no one you have much reason to actually care for or identify with. So not only is it that you don’t really sympathize with too many of the characters, you get through the series feeling like it’s all a kick in the gut.

Which makes the entire thing feel more than a tad unsatisfying. You get the final piece of the puzzle and say, “Wait, that’s what happens?” It’s complete, sure, but it’s not rewarding.

I like the idea of the series, to be sure, and there is some fun in watching it the way I did, diving in and trying to figure out how it all comes together. That being said, having finished it, I couldn’t help but feel as if the story couldn’t achieve a satisfying ending. It didn’t work for me when all the parts came together, even though I kind of enjoyed the journey to get there. So while I think if you like the idea of the gimmick, then you can try it out, just be aware that in all, the story isn’t as fun as other heist stories out there.

#Movie Munchies #Kaleidoscope #Netflix #reviews #Giancarlo Esposito

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* 〜 ei! você viu o SABINE ROGERS-SINCLAIR por aí? você sabe, aquela aluna da graduação que tem 34 ANOS e se parece muito com MEGAN FOX. acho que ela formou com especialização em ECONOMIA EMPRESARIAL E POLÍTICA e em 2014 se parecia muito com PRISCILLA QUINTANA. dizem que ela era THE ACTIVIST e toda vez que passava pelo dormitório dela, ouvia SAFE AND SOUND - CAPITAL CITIES tocando pela porta. todos que a conhecem dizem que ela costuma ser EDUCADA, mas também poderia ser INCISIVA. será que em 2024 ela ainda é assim?

time de natação + tesoureira do governo estudantil + colunista de opiniões da rádio universitária

⸻ 𝓯𝓾𝓵𝓵navigation: muse / povs / tasks

𝓭𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓮𝓻 ; sabine sinclair

sabine rogers-sinclair é a caçula dos rogers-sinclair, família antiga e tradicional de los angeles. vivendo toda a experiência da cidade turística e do local de ascensão dos artistas ao longo dos anos, sabine sempre precisou lutar contra o tradicionalismo da família em prol de viver a própria vida e se divertir a sua moda.

dividindo a casa como um campo minado, a lógica seria ficar ao lado da mãe enquanto seu pai e seu irmão mais velho formavam um time e tanto. mas claramente não era assim! o irmão mais velho era o tesouro precioso aos olhos da mãe, o que levou sabine a ser a pequena princesa de seu pai.

a dinâmica familiar, no entanto, nunca foi conturbada. os quatro viviam felizes em sua pequena mansão, ao ponto de que a morena cresceu com todos os tipos de afeto possíveis, fossem eles derivados da atenção excessiva que os pais davam às suas ideias descabidas ou aos milhares de presentes que recebia a cada viagem de negócios bem sucedida.

negócios esses que transcendiam gerações e, claro, marissa rogers – sua mãe – era a grande herdeira de um conglomerado de finanças reconhecido na costa oeste. não foi surpresa nenhuma quando seu irmão mas velho seguiu o legado e se especializou em administração de negócios, deixando a matriarca calma e certa de que a herança da família seguiria em crescente com um de seus herdeiros.

sabine, por outro lado, nunca se apaixonou pelos negócios como a família, muito pelo contrário, entendia todo o privilégio que tinham como um ultraje perto da situação pavorosa que pessoas menos abastadas viviam e também sempre foi engajada na pauta ambiental, transformando-se na ovelha negra da família quando o assunto entrava em pauta.

não era como se os pais não a apoiassem nas manifestações e atividades em prol a comunidade local, mas também não eram os maiores fãs da vida afrontosa que a caçula havia optado em viver e financiar com a mesada gorda que recebia todos os meses.

e antes que tudo virasse um grande caos, um limite foi imposto: eles não perturbariam as decisões da mais nova adulta da família se ela cursasse algo voltado para negócios — o que de fato aconteceu.

𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 ; 2014

a vida era bem mais fácil em 2014 e sabine não tinha ideia sobre isso. apesar de todas as críticas com a escolha do curso, entrou em economia empresarial e política pensando em transformar a empresas dos pais de dentro para fora e, quem sabe, tornar o mundo um pouco mais justo.

sempre foi muito dedicada às aulas e aos temas debatidos, sempre encontrando a oportunidade de se opor às ideias que não concordava e transformar a sala de aula em um debate que, na maioria das vezes, ninguém estava interessado em continuar.

o legado do seu irmão era um dos entraves no seu dia a dia, tornando difícil para os professores da UCLA e seus colegas entenderem como dois sinclairs poderiam ser tão diferentes e tão parecidos ao mesmo tempo, ainda mais cursando áreas correlatas.

para fazer com que fosse ouvida de um jeito ou de outro, a rádio foi o seu refúgio na coluna de opiniões, onde sempre teceu críticas ao que via de injusto dentro do campus e em qualquer outro assunto onde sua língua afiada insistia em comentar.

e para estar perto de toda a movimentação dos discentes, o cargo de tesoureira no governo estudantil caiu como uma luva para provar aos pais que seu ativismo não era barato e gostava de estar por dentro das organizações.

mesmo no final da graduação, encontrava tempo para participar do esporte que a colocava nos eixos: a natação. as competições nunca foram o seu foco, assim como qualquer prestígio do time; a água era a fonte de sua calmaria e, mesmo com a pressão ao seu redor, não se abalava quando transitava de uma borda a outra em meio aos dias caóticos na universidade.

𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓪𝓭𝓪𝔂𝓼 ; 2024

e se 2024 havia feito algo pelos rogers-sinclair, os dez anos mais tarde tinham os inocentado e sem piedade alguma com a caçula da família.

agora, sabine ocupa a divisão de finanças na empresa da família e é a controller do conglomerado, a grande responsável por encontrar brechas estratégicas para aumentar os lucros empresariais a curto, médio e longo prazo.

as suas opiniões fortes e vontade de provar o seu ponto para o mundo não se dissiparam, mas fizeram com que sua personalidade ativista fosse negligenciada ao longo do tempo, até ficar presa no passado.

o foco da sua graduação nunca foi chegar até ali daquela forma, compactuando com as decisões do irmão para o crescimento da empresa, nem em seus piores pesadelos imaginaria que seria a grande responsável por financiar a aposentadoria dos pais e as aquisições milionárias para o luxo deles próprios.

o verdadeiro choque é ver que também vive nesse luxo. a nova rotina de trabalho e os novos propósitos se transformaram em uma compulsão saudável por compras e paixão por tendências, enlouquecendo mensalmente pelo mundo da moda ou tudo o que pudesse envolver a reforma da sua casa — que é enorme, apesar de estar sempre vazia e sem vida, já que ela mora no escritório.

𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓯 ; 2014 novamente?

com o aniversário de 10 anos da sua graduação chegando, sabine sente a onda de nostalgia ainda mais pesada, mais do que as boas memórias que deixou no passado.

entre uma memória e outra, não tem se reconhecido mais na personagem corporativa que se transformou logo após a formatura, não tem reconhecido os próprios gostos e vontades que a levam a um impulso automático de viver em meio ao luxo corporativo, muito menos tem se reconhecido ao lembrar que há anos não tira um momento para desfrutar da sua própria companhia fora do trabalho.

no meio de tantas dúvidas e saudosismo pela época que passou, sinclair tem apenas uma certeza: que bom seria voltar no tempo para se reconectar com a sua verdadeira essência ou deixá-la para trás de uma vez por todas.

𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂traits

a primeira coisa que toda UCLA sabia sobre sabine era a sua animação evidente. não era possível ver a jovem desanimada ou mau humorada, apesar de ser fácil tirá-la do prumo;

apesar disso, o seu humor se tornou mais refinado e apenas para as pessoas próximas, indo de encontro com a discrição que o seu cargo e a sua posição social atual exigiam;

de uma educação impecável, nem mesmo em seus anos mais rebeldes como ativista foi vista desrespeitando alguém e é algo que repudia firmemente;

a sua arrogância, por outro lado, aparece quando as ações ambientais entram em jogo, assim como as sociais. não desiste fácil de uma discussão e gosta de comprová-las com fatos científicos, argumentos e muito conhecimento.

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Kaleidoscope

“Pink”

Director: Mairzee Almas

DoP: Niels Alpert

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Instrucciones mal entendidas

Título: Instrucciones mal entendidas.

Pareja: Steve Rogers & Lectora nueva Vengadora.

Palabras: 424 palabras.

Cuadro: I1 “Malentendido.”

Clasificación: B.

Sinopsis: Steve dijo las instrucciones mal, o tal vez no.

Advertencias: Malentendido, la misión fue mal.

N/A: Esta es mi entrada para Captain Bottom Bingo round 2. CABB2024.

Links: Wattpad, Ao3, versión en inglés.

Si te gusto por favor vota, comenta y rebloguea.

No doy ningún permiso para que mis fics sean publicados en otra plataforma o idioma (yo traduzco mi propio trabajo) o el uso de mis gráficos (mis separadores de texto también están incluidos), los cuales hice exclusivamente para mis fics, por favor respeta mi trabajo y no lo robes. Aquí en la plataforma hay personas que hacen separadores de texto para que cualquiera los pueda usar, los míos no son públicos, por favor busca los de dichas personas. La única excepción serían los regalos que he hecho ya que ahora pertenecen a alguien más. Si encuentras alguno de mis trabajos en una plataforma diferente y no es alguna de mis cuentas, por favor avísame. Los reblogs y comentarios están bien.

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Las luces de la ciudad parpadeaban mientras Steve y el equipo se preparaban para su misión más importante hasta la fecha. La tensión en la sala de operaciones era palpable mientras los héroes revisaban los planes y se preparaban para entrar en acción.

Esa noche, el equipo se infiltró en un almacén sospechoso en el corazón de la ciudad. Steve lideraba la operación, seguido de cerca por ti, la nueva agente que tenía menos de un mes de haberse unido. La misión era simple: infiltrarse, desactivar el arma y capturar a los enemigos. Pero las cosas raramente salían según lo planeado.

Mientras se adentraban en el almacén, tú y Steve se encontraron en medio de un tiroteo. Los disparos resonaban en el aire y las luces parpadeaban mientras se movían rápidamente para cubrirse. En medio de la confusión, un malentendido surgió cuando viste a un individuo armado que parecía estar apuntando a Steve. Sin dudar, tomaste una decisión rápida y disparó, neutralizando al atacante antes de que pudiera alcanzar a Steve.

Luego consiguieron llegar a la sala de máquinas y comenzaron a buscar cualquier información que les fuera útil, aunque tú habías entendido lo contrario, así que borraste toda la información de una de las memorias USB, en cuanto Steve se dio cuenta se enfureció y comenzaron a discutir.

Mientras discutían, los enemigos aprovecharon la confusión para activar el arma, desencadenando una serie de explosiones que sacudieron el almacén.

El equipo se apresuró a evacuar el edificio. Steve se acercó a ti.

—¿Por qué lo hiciste? —Steve preguntó, sumamente molesto.

Miraste al suelo y luego intentaste explicar lo que había ocurrido, pero las palabras se quedaron atrapadas en su garganta.

—Lo siento. Fue un error, había entendido que teníamos que deshacernos de toda la información y evidencia, eso fue lo que tú explicaste, así que supuse que…

Steve suspiró, siempre dijo que era una mala idea aceptar a más agentes y personal en el equipo y quizás había tenido razón acababan de tener un resultado catastrófico.

—Olvídalo. No podemos permitirnos errores así —Steve dijo, su voz firme aunque se notaba un dejo de odio.

Steve decidió llevar a cabo una revisión exhaustiva de la misión para analizar lo sucedido y lo que harían a continuación, aunque más bien parecía que todo iba en contra tuya. Tal vez deberías de regresar a tu antigua organización, quizás si te equivocaste al haberte unido… aunque aún tenías otra opción, de alguna manera, sin que nadie se diera cuenta, vengarte de la humillación que te estaban haciendo pasar.

#cabottombingo #cabottombingor2 #steve rogers y lectora

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Corruption Leitner Reading List

The full list of submissions for the Corruption Leitner bracket. Bold titles are ones which were accepted to appear in the bracket. Synopses and propaganda can be found below the cut. Be warned, however, that these may contain spoilers!

Baxendale, Trevor: Eater of Wasps Bellatín, Mario: Salón de Belleza (Beauty Salon) Benson, E.F.: Caterpillars Brennan, Joseph Payne: The House on Stillcroft Street Butler, Octavia E.: Bloodchild

Camus, Albert: The Plague Catling, Patrick Skene: The Chocolate Touch Christie, Agatha: The Mirror Crack'd from Side to Side Cresswell, Helen: The Bongleweed

Dick, Philip K.: The Hanging Stranger Disch, Thomas M.: The Roaches

Enríquez, Mariana: Pájaros en la noche (Birds in the night)

Gilbert, Stephen: Ratman's Notebooks Grant, Michael: Plague

Herbert, James: The Rats Hagen, Ingeborg Refling: The Bridegroom Hawthorne, Nathaniel: Rappaccini's Daughter Hodgson, William Hope: The Voice in the Night

Kaaberbol, Lene: The Cruel Empress Keyes, Daniel: The Touch Kingfisher, T.: What Moves the Dead Knight, Harry Adam: The Fungus Krall, Dan: Sick Simon

La Sala, Ryan: The Honeys Lovecraft, H. P.: The Rats in the Walls

Mann, Thomas: Death in Venice Mariotte, Jeff: Black Train Meruane, Lina: Fruta podrida (Rotten fruit) Messenger, Stephanie: Melanie's Marvelous Measles Meyer, Stephenie: The Host Milson, Matthew: Plague City Moreno-Garcia, Silvia: Mexican Gothic Morris, Tiffany: Green Fuse Burning

Nabokov, Vladimir: Lolita Nutting, Alissa: Ant Colony (From the book Unclean Jobs for Women and Girls)

Ostrovsky, Alexander Nikolayevich: The Storm

Poe, Edgar Allan: Fall of the House of Usher Poe, Edgar Allan: The Facts In The Case Of M. Valdemar Poe, Edgar Allan: The Masque of the Red Death Pratchett, Terry: The Amazing Maurice And His Educated Rodents

Quiroga, Horacio: El almohadón de plumas (The feather pillow)

Raymond, E.S.: Felicity Floo Visits the Zoo Rumfitt, Alison: Brainwyrms

Scarrow, Alex: Plague Land series Smith, Guy N.: The Festering Stine, R.L.: Go Eat Worms! Stine, R.L.: The Bugman Lives!

Tran, Trang Thanh: She is a Haunting

Umansky, Kaye: Pongwiffy Series

van Dahl, Fiona: Eden Green Vian, Boris: L'écume des jours (Froth on the Daydream)

Zelazny, Roger: To Die in Italbar Zamyatin, Yevgeny Ivanovich: We

Baxendale, Trevor: Eater of Wasps

Synopsis: "The TARDIS lands in the sleepy English village of Marpling, as calm and peaceful as any other village in the 1930s. Or so it would seem at first glance. But the village is about to get a rude awakening.

The Doctor and his friends discover they aren't the only time-travellers in the area: a crack commando team is also prowling the Wiltshire countryside, charged with the task of recovering an appallingly dangerous artefact from the far future — and they have orders to destroy the entire area, should anything go wrong.

And then there are the wasps... mutant killers bringing terror and death in equal measure. What is their purpose? How can they be stopped? And who will be their next victim?

In the race to stop the horror that has been unleashed, the Doctor must outwit both the temporal hit squad, who want him out of the way, and the local police — who want him for murder. "

Why it's Corruption: There's a dude filled with mutant killer wasps, and there's also a whole bunch of family drama and toxic love.

Bellatín, Mario: Salón de Belleza (Beauty Salon)

A strange plague appears in a large city. Rejected by family and friends, some of the sick have nowhere to finish out their days until a hair stylist decides to offer refuge. He ends up converting his beauty shop, which he’s filled with tanks of exotic fish, into a sort of medieval hospice. As his “guests” continue to arrive and to die, his isolation becomes more and more complete in this dream-hazy parable by one of Mexico’s cutting-edge literary stars.

Bellatín shows the horrors of the AIDS crisis and how the disease strips you of your humanity and body.

Benson, E.F.: Caterpillars

In the beautiful Villa Cascana on the Italian Riviera, all is not as it seems. Why does the hostess leave a perfectly charming bedroom unoccupied? Why does Arthur Inglis present our nameless narrator with a caterpillar in a cardboard pill-box one lunchtime? And rather more bizarrely, why do luminous, bloated and gigantic versions of this creature haunt his dreams? Or could it possibly be that he is wide awake?

At the end of the story, the narrator is visiting the Stanleys in England. It turns out that Inglis is riddled with cancer. No operation is possible to save him. Mrs. Stanley can’t help but thinking he caught it at the villa even though she took precautions to clean that vacant room and have no one stay there. It seems that someone had died of cancer in that room a year before. The notion of cancer as something infectious may, given the state of medicine at the time, been prevalent (and some cancers are caused by infectious agents).

I don't think that I need to explain why caterpillars either supernaturally spreading a lethal disease or being a metaphor for said disease is peak Corruption.

Brennan, Joseph Payne: The House on Stillcroft Street

A carnivorous plant takes over reclusive collector Millward Frander's house -- and Millward himself.

Butler, Octavia E.: Bloodchild

In the world this short story takes place in, human hosts (almost always male) act as incubators for eggs of the female aliens, who look something like human-size centipedes. If the host is lucky, the mother gets to him in time to extract the newly hatched larvae before they eat their way out. This relationship is presented as approaching symbiotic; the aliens (mostly) cherish the human families from whom they select their hosts, but the hosts don't get a lot of choice in the matter.

In various interviews and her afterword to "Bloodchild," Butler explains the motivations behind the story's creation. She wrote "Bloodchild" to explore her fear of parasitic insects invading her body, specifically the botfly. She also aimed to depict a human male's experience of pregnancy, including the physical risks and the development of maternal feelings towards his alien offspring.

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A short Science fiction horror story about the unusual bond between a race of large, centipede-like aliens called the Tlic and a colony of humans who have escaped Earth and settled on the Tlic planet. When the Tlic realize that humans make excellent hosts for Tlic eggs, they establish the Preserve to protect the humans, and in return require that every family choose a child for implantation.

Camus, Albert: The Plague

A haunting tale of human resilience and hope in the face of unrelieved horror, Albert Camus' iconic novel about an epidemic ravaging the people of a North African coastal town is a classic of twentieth-century literature.

The townspeople of Oran are in the grip of a deadly plague, which condemns its victims to a swift and horrifying death. Fear, isolation and claustrophobia follow as they are forced into quarantine. Each person responds in their own way to the lethal disease: some resign themselves to fate, some seek blame, and a few, like Dr. Rieux, resist the terror.

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The story is set in the Algerian city of Oran, which is quarantined after an outbreak of bubonic plague. The novel's protagonist works tirelessly to combat the disease and care for the sick, all while grappling with the existential questions that arise in the face of suffering and death. The novel presents a snapshot into life in Oran as seen through the author's distinctive absurdist point of view.

Catling, Patrick Skene: The Chocolate Touch

The book is a children's adaption of the myth of King Midas. As punishment for overindulging in sweets against doctor's orders, John Midas becomes cursed by a mysterious shopkeeper and finds that everything his lips touch turns to chocolate. Becuase of this, he can no longer hydrate himself with water or eat nutritious food, and his mother turns to chocolate after he kisses her. This aligns with the fear of sickness, both from the spread of the titular 'Chocolate Touch' and, because of the moral lesson the book imparts, sickness from unhealthy eating.

Christie, Agatha: The Mirror Crack'd from Side to Side

One minute, silly Heather Badcock had been gabbing on to her movie idol, the glamorous Marina Gregg. The next, Heather suffered a massive seizure. It turned out to be a deadly poison. But for whom was it really intended?

Marina’s frozen expression suggested she had witnessed something horrific. While others searched for material evidence, Jane Marple conducted a very different investigation – into human nature. Serious Spoilers for why this works as Corruption Leithner: Years before the plot Heather the victim got sick and was told to quarantine. She did not do that. She went to see her favourite star Marina Gregg instead, infecting the idol with disease costing her her child and ruining her life in many ways. Marina killed Heather. With this book showing the corruptive effect of... well Corruption.

Cresswell, Helen: The Bongleweed

Warning: Bongleweed on the loose! The Bongleweed plant is weird and wonderful, and it grows faster than anything! Becky tricks stuck-up Jason into sprinkling some seeds in Pew Gardens -- but fun soon turns to fear as a bushy Bonglweed jungle springs up, with no signs of stopping. Before long, the Gardens and the local graveyard are completely covered - and now the Bongleweed is heading for the rest of the village! It's up to Becky and Jason to stop the wickedly wild weed before it's too late...

Dick, Philip K.: The Hanging Stranger

The protagonist, a store owner Ed Loyce, is disturbed when he sees a stranger hanging from a lamppost, but finds that other people consider the apparent lynching unremarkable. He finds evidence that alien insects have taken over, manages to get out of town, talks to the police commissioner, who believes him, and after getting all the information about what Ed knows, explains that the body was hung to see whether anyone reacted to it, anyone they didn't have control over. He then takes Ed outside and hangs him from a lamppost.

Disch, Thomas M.: The Roaches

Marcia Kenwell has an obsessive fear of cockroaches. She routinely scours her apartment with roach-kill, disinfectant, and cleaner. Ever since she moved to the city she has been unable to rid herself of the pesky bugs. She was warned about them by her aunt and her mother had a phobia to all bugs, but Marcia first encounters them at one of her first jobs and it has been a never-ending battle since then. She desperately seeks a new place to live especially after the neighbors move in next door. The two men and one woman (unclear who is related and who is a lover) are loud, foreign, and dirty as Marcia sees it. Their presence brings in more roaches and this deeply angers Marcia. One day, she encounters some roaches in her apartment and without thinking, she verbally commands them to leave. In an instant, all the roaches leave the apartment. She slowly finds she has the ability to command the roaches. In a frenzy of anger, she directs them all into her neighbor's apartment. She hears yelling and screaming and then tells them to disperse. When the landlady comes the neighbor's room, she sees the mess and demands they leave. Back in her room, Marcia opens a cupboard and all the roaches flood out onto her. Instead of repulse, she feels utter love and invites all of New York's cockroaches to visit her.

Enríquez, Mariana: Pájaros en la noche (Birds in the night)

A girl has a medical condition that makes her skin begin to rot. She becomes a walking corpse in her teen years, loses her limbs, eyes and body to the rot.

Gilbert, Stephen: Ratman's Notebooks

"When his nagging mother discovers a rat infestation, the anonymous writer of these notebooks sets out to drown the pests, but finds himself unable to go through with it. Instead, he befriends the rats, learning to train and communicate with them. Before long he has the idea of using the rats for revenge against a world in which he has been a failure. His target is his hateful boss, Mr. Jones, who treats him with supreme disrespect and plans to fire him and replace him with someone less expensive. The narrator records his plans in chilling detail as his campaign for vengeance progresses from vandalism to robbery to the most horrific of murders..."

Grant, Michael: Plague

It's been eight months since all the adults disappeared. GONE.

They've survived hunger. They've survived lies. But the stakes keep rising, and the dystopian horror keeps building. Yet despite the simmering unrest left behind by so many battles, power struggles, and angry divides, there is a momentary calm in Perdido Beach.

But enemies in the FAYZ don't just fade away, and in the quiet, deadly things are stirring, mutating, and finding their way free. The Darkness has found its way into the mind of its Nemesis at last and is controlling it through a haze of delirium and confusion. A highly contagious, fatal illness spreads at an alarming rate. Sinister, predatory insects terrorize Perdido Beach. And Sam, Astrid, Diana, and Caine are plagued by a growing doubt that they'll escape - or even survive - life in the FAYZ. With so much turmoil surrounding them, what desperate choices will they make when it comes to saving themselves and those they love?

Herbert, James: The Rats

The Rats In the Walls

Hagen, Ingeborg Refling: The Bridegroom

A tragic romance novel set in Norway at the onset of the Black Death. The protagonist, Elise, is in love with a fiddler, Erik Ekset, and plans to meet him at the midsummer festivities. When he does not arrive, she waits for him until the news of the plague comes -- and the plague comes with it, killing her family. Distraught, Elise sets out to find her beloved and journeys through a nightmare of plague-stricken countryside, and she dies trying to find his grave.

Strong themes associating disease with music, love, and community throughout -- the plague first strikes at a wedding with a dead fiddler arriving in a cart pulled by a pale horse, and the bride -- now bereaved -- appears again near the end, inconsolable.

Hawthorne, Nathaniel: Rappaccini's Daughter

Giovanni Guasconti, a young student renting a room in Padua, has a view from his quarters of a beautiful garden. Here, he looks at Beatrice, the beautiful daughter of Dr. Giacomo Rappaccini, a botanist who works in isolation. Beatrice is confined to the lush and locked gardens, which are filled with exotic poisonous plants grown by her father. Having fallen in love, Giovanni enters the garden and secretly meets with Beatrice a number of times, while ignoring his mentor, Professor Pietro Baglioni. Professor Baglioni is a rival of Dr. Rappaccini and he warns Giovanni that Rappaccini is devious and that he and his work (which involves using poison as medicine) should be avoided.

Giovanni notices Beatrice's strangely intimate relationship with the plants as well as the withering of fresh regular flowers and the death of an insect when exposed to her skin or breath. On one occasion, Beatrice embraces a plant in a way that she seems part of the plant itself; then she talks to the plant, "Give me thy breath, my sister, for I am faint with common air."

Giovanni eventually realizes that Beatrice, having been raised in the presence of poison, has developed an immunity to it and has become poisonous herself. A gentle touch of her hand leaves a purple print on his wrist. Beatrice urges Giovanni to look past her poisonous exterior and see her pure and innocent essence, creating great feelings of doubt and confusion in Giovanni.

In the end, Giovanni becomes poisonous himself: insects die when they come into contact with his breath. Giovanni is troubled by this, which he sees as a curse, and he blames Beatrice. Professor Baglioni gives him an antidote to cure Beatrice and free her from her father's cruel experiment. However, when Beatrice drinks the antidote, she becomes sick and dies. Before realizing that Beatrice is dying, Dr. Rappaccini excitedly welcomes the love between his two creatures, his daughter and her suitor, Giovanni, who has been transformed so that he can now be a true and worthy companion to Beatrice. While Beatrice is dying, Professor Baglioni looks down from a window into the garden and triumphantly shouts "Rappaccini! Rappaccini! and is THIS the upshot of your experiment!"

Hodgson, William Hope: The Voice in the Night

The main character and his fiancée, aboard the ship Albatross, were abandoned by the ship's crew, who took the remaining lifeboats. After building a raft, they escaped from the sinking vessel and found an apparently abandoned ship in a nearby lagoon, covered with a fungus-like growth. They attempted to remove this growth from the living quarters but were unable to do so; it continued to spread, and so they returned to their raft. The nearby island was also covered with this growth, except for a narrow beach. Eventually, the man and his fiancee found the fungus growing on their skin and felt an uncontrollable urge to eat it. They discovered that other humans on the island have been entirely absorbed by the strange fungal growth.

As the man in the rowboat rows away from the sailors to whom he is telling his tale, just as the sky is lightening, the narrator can dimly see a grotesquely misshapen figure in the rowboat, scarcely recognisable as human.

Kafka, Franz: The Metamorphosis

1) "One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin."

2) Gregor's family is horribly toxic to him. none of them work, relying entirely on gregor to provide for them. Gregor's job is hard and exhausting, he wants to quit but feels unable to since his family depends on him so much. when he becomes an insect, his family treats him horribly and worries more about the money than Gregor's wellbeing

3) After Gregor's transformation his sister, mother, and father all get a job, proving that they were capable of providing for themselves all along. after Gregor's death they go out. "Leant back comfortably on their seats, they discussed their prospects and found that on closer examination they were not at all bad—until then they had never asked each other about their work but all three had jobs which were very good and held particularly good promise for the future." Gregor's sense of duty and the family's unwillingness to work were keeping them all miserable and codependent.

Kaaberbol, Lene: The Cruel Empress

"When Hay Lin receives an ancient lantern from one of her grandmother's friends, strange things begin to happen. She wanders into a store and finds a magical mirror, and then hears a mysterious call for help. The other Guardians of the Veil are worried. Together, they try to find out who is trying to contact Hay Lin. To solve the mystery, the Guardians travel through a portal to a city where they face a cruel empress...and an unfulfilled promise. "

In this boos W.i.t.c.h girls fight the titular Cruel Empress who uses control over insects to rule over people with an iron fist. So they fight a Corruption avatar essentially.

Keyes, Daniel: The Touch

The book follows Barney and Karen stark who are trying for a baby. an incident at barney's workplace contaminates him with radioactive dust and barney spreads it to his home and his wife. Fortunately, the incident is noticed quickly, and starks and their house are put through a decontamination process. Unfortunately, their neighbours are so terrified of radioactivity that they cut all relations with the Starks and bully them. isolation exposes the worst side of Barney who begins to get violent, and Karen copes by escapism, focusing entirely on her newly conceived baby. The Touch is corruption-aligned because the relationship between Karen and Barney is strained but they keep trying for a baby, the hostile community of the neighborhood is reminiscent of the episode 164 'the sick village', and the entire novel is kickstarted by Barney's contamination with radioactive dust.

Kingfisher, T.: What Moves the Dead

When Alex Easton, a retired soldier, receives word that their childhood friend Madeline Usher is dying, they race to the ancestral home of the Ushers in the remote countryside of Ruravia.

What they find there is a nightmare of fungal growths and possessed wildlife, surrounding a dark, pulsing lake. Madeline sleepwalks and speaks in strange voices at night, and her brother Roderick is consumed with a mysterious malady of the nerves.

Aided by a redoubtable British mycologist and a baffled American doctor, Alex must unravel the secret of the House of Usher before it consumes them all.

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Based on The Fall Of The House Of Usher, this adaptation delves deeper into the characters and the minutiae of their fear than the original, with much more gore and in-depth time spent at the titular house. As the plot synopsis says, "a nightmare of fungal growths and possessed wildlife"

Knight, Harry Adam: The Fungus

London mycologist Jane Wilson's efforts to cultivate a new species of agaricus bisporus fungus, using an experimental enzyme, CT-UT-8471, have success in the laboratory. Unfortunately, despite her best efforts at containment, she accidentally carries several thousand microscopic cells of a. bisporus infused with CT-UT-8471. The enzyme spreads throughout England, causing all manner of local fungi to begin growing like crazy, soon overtaking the whole country, including infesting the bodies of human beings. None of this was on purpose, but once the fungus has taken over Britain, Jane goes full mad scientist and declares that it is Gaia's Vengeance, so she goes from unintentionally causing catastrophe to being glad that she did. It's eventually revealed that she isn't as immune to the fungus as she thought; after she's killed it turns out her insides are riddled with the stuff.

Krall, Dan: Sick Simon

The book follows Simon through a week of school, as his illness spreads to everyone around him. The illustrations are just. So gross.

La Sala, Ryan: The Honeys

Mars has always been the lesser twin, the shadow to his sister Caroline's radiance. But when Caroline dies under horrific circumstances, Mars is propelled to learn all he can about his once-inseparable sister who'd grown tragically distant.

Mars's genderfluidity means he's often excluded from the traditions -- and expectations -- of his politically-connected family. This includes attendance at the prestigious Aspen Conservancy Summer Academy where his sister poured so much of her time. But with his grief still fresh, he insists on attending in her place.

What Mars finds is a bucolic fairytale not meant for him. Folksy charm and sun-drenched festivities camouflage old-fashioned gender roles and a toxic preparatory rigor. Mars seeks out his sister's old friends: a group of girls dubbed the Honeys, named for the beehives they maintain behind their cabin. They are beautiful and terrifying -- and Mars is certain they're connected to Caroline's death.

But the longer he stays at Aspen, the more the sweet mountain breezes give way to hints of decay. Mars’s memories begin to falter, bleached beneath the relentless summer sun. Something is hunting him in broad daylight, toying with his mind. If Mars can't find it soon, it will eat him alive.

Lovecraft, H. P.: The Rats in the Walls

link: https://www.hplovecraft.com/writings/texts/fiction/rw.aspx

After his son dies from injuries sustained during the Great War a man named Delapore leaves New England, with his nine cats, to purchase and restore the hereditary lands of his ancestors, the De la Poer family, in England. Helped by a friend of his son's, who just happens to be the nephew of the man currently in possession of the land, he discovers generations of mistrust and suspicion aided by local traditions of horrible, nasty deeds attributed to the land and his ancestors specifically. Then the cats start acting weird, the narrator starts having troubling dreams and the newly renovated ancestral home may be overrun by an army of nocturnal rats. And things just go downhill from there...

Mann, Thomas: Death in Venice

CW for stalking and themes of child sexual abuse. The main character doesn't get around to acting on his feelings, and the whole thing is very symbolic, but still.

Death in Venice is the story of a German writer, Gustav von Aschenbach, who develops an unhealthy obsession with a Polish boy, Tadzio. The writer follows Tadzio's family to Venice, stalking the boy and having a series of encounters that remind him of death, decay, and aging. In the city, a cholera epidemic rages, and Aschenbach begins to draw connections between the plague and his corrupt obsessions. He eventually tries to ward off his own aging with hair dye and makeup before succumbing to the plague.

Death in Venice explores themes that resonate with the Corruption in a neat package--disease, decay, and obsessive passion all intermingle in a short but memorable novella. For what it's worth, Wikipedia claims that author Thomas Man wrote in a letter that he wanted to explore "passion as confusion and degradation."

Mariotte, Jeff: Black Train

Two cowboys find a stopped train completely overrun by a black mold that infests people and animals, turning them into zombies. They rescue a man named Franklin from the train, who turns out to be the Mad Scientist who created the mold (as a bioweapon), and has devices that can kill it. Unfortunately, Franklin turns out to be more interested in getting revenge on his family than stopping the plague, and the cowboys have to take matters into their own hands before it can spread further.

Meruane, Lina: Fruta podrida (Rotten fruit)

Zoila del Campo and her sister María, known as “The Elder”, live in a small town in industrial Chile called Ojo Seco (“Dry Eye”). Here their lives revolve around Zoila’s degenerative disease and María’s job at a fruit export company.

In this setting we see the pressure Zoila is put under when she chooses to resist medical care, and the elaborate means her sister takes to gain money and power in the workplace and, as she does so, the tensions she creates that give the story its shades of the surreal.

Messenger, Stephanie: Melanie's Marvelous Measles

A highly controversial children's book with the moral of the story being that vaccines are bad and measles aren't that bad and will make you stronger in the long run.

Meyer, Stephenie: The Host

Silvery centipedes that burrow into your brain and take over your body? A constant emphasis put on how "kind" and "altruistic" these alien centipedes are and how utopian their society is compared to us violent and selfish humans? Unhealthy romance that never gets acknowledged as such by the narrative? Reads like Corruption to me.

Milson, Matthew: Plague City

Plague City is set in a world beset by a lethal plague, with the city presented as one of the last holdouts of humanity. We’re unsure if the city is alone in this, as there is no communication with the rest of the world, and no one could leave through the city wall even if they wanted to — the belief among the populace is that it’s all that keeps the plague out.

Mayor Coal knows better, however. He knows that the plague is already within the city, with them. He hates it. He detests it on a personal level, and strikes out against it with a vicious ferocity bordering on the monomaniacal, committing atrocities in the process.

Moreno-Garcia, Silvia: Mexican Gothic

In 1950s Mexico City, beautiful young socialite Noemí Taboada receives a letter from her cousin Catalina, begging for help. She firmly believes that her English husband, Virgil Doyle, intends to poison her. Suspecting that Virgil may be after Catalina's money, Noemí's father, Leocadio, sends her to the Doyle home, High Place, which is located in the mountains outside of a small town named El Triunfo. Once there, Noemí is struck by the strange and unwelcoming atmosphere of the Doyles' house and the controlling and patronising attitude of its inhabitants. Catalina is proclaimed to be suffering from consumption and Noemí is mostly kept away from her cousin. Noemí spends her time learning about the Doyle family, which also includes Florence Doyle and the frail family patriarch, Howard. The family has a history of incestuous marriages and deep intergenerational traumas, such as one of Howard's daughters, Ruth, killing several family members before shooting herself.

Twist: When she begins to sleepwalk and experience strange dreams and visions, Noemí decides that she must leave the Doyle household, only to be told that she cannot leave. They reveal that Howard discovered a strain of mushroom that has a symbiotic relationship with humans. The Doyles use this fungus and remain at High Place, the house infused with the spores of the mushrooms, which has grown inside its walls and all around it, in order to heal themselves and prolong their lives. As the fungus's potency is lessened depending on the individual's genetics, the Doyles have intermarried in order to ensure that their offspring can also receive these benefits. Because it is interlaced with mycelium and infested with the mushroom's spores, the house can hold memories, which the family refers to as the "gloom". The spores can also help the Doyles control people who have inhaled them, which frightens Noemí. She grows more horrified, however, when she learns that Howard's wife Agnes was used as a sacrifice to grow the spores - and that Howard can use the gloom to take over the bodies of family members, which he's used to further preserve his own life.

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Socialite Noemi Taboada enjoys her lavish life in the 1950s Mexico City. She lives in a swirl of taffeta, parties, and unadulterated glamor. However, after receiving a disturbing letter from her newly-wed cousin, Catalina, Noemi finds herself in the remote estate of Catalina's husband, Virgil, and his family. High Place has been in the Doyle family for decades, if not centuries, and seems to pulse with a life-force of its own. The longer Noemi stays, the more bizarre and disturbing things she sees, or at least thinks she sees. With the help of Virgil's younger cousin, Francis, Noemi unearths the dark secrets of the place her beloved cousin now calls home. And all the secrets come with a sickly sweet stench and golden glow.

Morris, Tiffany: Green Fuse Burning

After the death of her estranged father, artist Rita struggles with grief and regret. There was so much she wanted to ask him-about his childhood, their family, and the Mi'kmaq language and culture from which Rita feels disconnected. But when Rita's girlfriend Molly forges an artist's residency application on her behalf, winning Rita a week to paint at an isolated cabin, Rita is both furious and intrigued. The residency is located where her father grew up. On the first night at the cabin, Rita wakes to strange sounds. Was that a body being dragged through the woods? When she questions the locals about the cabin's history, they are suspicious and unhelpful. Ignoring her unease, Rita gives in to dark visions that emanate from the forest's lake and the surrounding swamp. She feels its pull, channelling that energy into art like she's never painted before. But the uncanny visions become more insistent, more intrusive, and Rita discovers that in the swamp's decay the end of one life is sometimes the beginning of another.

Nabokov, Vladimir: Lolita

In the foreword, John Ray Jr., an editor of psychology books, states that he is presenting a memoir written by a man using the pseudonym "Humbert Humbert", who had recently died of heart disease while in jail awaiting trial for an unspecified crime. In his childhood, Hubert fell in love with his friend Annabel Leigh.This youthful and physically unfulfilled love is interrupted by Annabel's premature death from typhus, which causes Humbert to become sexually obsessed with a specific type of girl, aged 9 to 14, whom he refers to as "nymphets".

Hubert eventually lodges with widow Charlotte Haze, who takes him to a garden where her 12-year-old daughter Dolores is sunbathing. Humbert sees in Dolores, whom he calls Lolita, the perfect nymphet and the embodiment of his old love Annabel, and quickly decides to move in.

The impassioned Humbert constantly searches for discreet forms of fulfilling his sexual urges, usually via the smallest physical contact with Dolores. When she is sent to summer camp, Humbert receives a letter from Charlotte, who confesses her love for him and gives him an ultimatum—he is to either marry her or move out immediately. Initially terrified, Humbert then begins to see the charm in the situation of being Dolores' stepfather, and so marries Charlotte for instrumental reasons. After the wedding, Humbert experiments with drugging Charlotte with sleeping pills with the intention of later sedating both her and Dolores so that he can sexually assault Dolores. Charlotte later discovers his diary, in which she learns of his desire for her daughter and the disgust he feels towards Charlotte. Shocked and humiliated, Charlotte decides to flee and writes letters addressed to her friends warning them of Humbert. Disbelieving his false assurance that the diary is only a sketch for a future novel, Charlotte runs out of the house to send the letters but is hit and killed by a swerving car.

Humbert destroys the letters and retrieves Dolores from camp, claiming that her mother has fallen seriously ill and has been hospitalized. He takes her to a hotel and plans to make sexual advances on her that night, only being stopped by the sedative he gave her being weaker than expected. In the morning, Dolores reveals to Humbert that she engaged in sexual activity with an older boy while at camp that summer. Humbert then advances on Dolores, having sex with her. After leaving the hotel, Humbert reveals to Dolores that her mother is dead. In the coming days, the two travel across the country, driving all day and staying in motels, where Dolores often cries at night. Humbert desperately tries to maintain Dolores' interest in travel and himself, increasingly bribing her in exchange for sexual favors. They finally settle in Beardsley, a small New England town. Humbert adopts the role of Dolores' father and enrolls her in a local private school for girls.

Humbert jealously and strictly controls all of Dolores' social gatherings and forbids her from dating and attending parties. It is only at the instigation of the school headmaster, who regards Humbert as a strict and conservative European parent, that he agrees to Dolores' participation in the school play. Dolores eventually convinces Hubert to take her on another road trip, but as they travel, he becomes increasingly suspicious. Humbert increasingly displays signs of paranoia and mania, perhaps caused his growing certainty that he and Dolores are being trailed by someone who wants to separate the two. In Colorado, Dolores has to go to the hospital, where she is checked out by someone claiming to be her uncle; after failing to find Dolores, Humbert barely sustains himself in a moderately functional relationship with a young alcoholic named Rita.

Deeply depressed, Humbert unexpectedly receives a letter from a 17-year-old Dolores, telling him that she is married, pregnant, and in desperate need of money. Humbert, armed with a pistol, tracks down her address against her wishes. At Dolores' request, he pretends to be her estranged father and does not mention the details of their past relation to her husband, Richard. Dolores reveals to Humbert that her abductor was the famous playwright Clare Quilty, who had crossed paths with Humbert and Dolores several times. She explains that Quilty tracked the pair with her assistance, and took her from the hospital because she was in love with him. However, he later kicked her out when she refused to star in one of his pornographic films. Humbert claims to the reader that at this moment, he realized that he was in love with Dolores all along. Humbert implores her to leave with him, but she refuses. Accepting her decision, Humbert gives her the money she is owed from her inheritance. Humbert then goes to the drug-addled Quilty's mansion and shoots him several times.

Shortly afterward, Humbert is arrested, and in his closing thoughts, he reaffirms his love for Dolores and asks for his memoir to be withheld from public release until after her death. The deaths of Humbert (shortly after his imprisonment) and Dolores (in childbirth on Christmas Day 1952) have been already related in the foreword.

Nutting, Alissa: Ant Colony (From the book Unclean Jobs for Women and Girls)

"When space on earth became very limited, it was declared all people had to host another organism on or inside of their bodies. Many people chose something noninvasive, such as barnacles or wig-voles. Some women had breast operations that allowed them to accommodate small aquatic life within implants. But because I was already perfectly-breasted (and, admittedly, vain) I sought out a doctor who, for several thousands of dollars, drilled holes into my bones to make room for an ant colony."

It is with that paragraph that begins Ant Colony, a short story published as part of the book Unclean Jobs for Women and Girls, the debut short story collection of author Alissa Nutting. Beside the obvious Corruption theme of its very premise, the rest of the story also touches on another, often overlooked element of this Entity: Twisted, unhealthy love.

The plot twist of the story is that the ants hadn't begun eating the nameless narrator alive from within because the queen ant hated her, as the other doctors she talks to had theorized, but because the doctor who she had paid to implant the ants into her bones, who had already been established as having a creepy crush on her, had been purposely manipulating things in order to get the ants to assimilate her consciousness and eat her whole from the very beginning, all so that he could get the ant colony to inhabit him next because, as he puts it: "When you all crawl inside of me, we will all be one forever."

Ostrovsky, Alexander Nikolayevich: The Storm

This play was meant to critique Russian merchant class and how they abuse worker and hinder social progress using religion as a reactionary force. The heroine, Katerina, is being abused by her husband's mother. She is new in town and doesn't fit in. When her affair with a merchant's nephew is revealed she is driven to suicide by the townspeople.

Poe, Edgar Allan: Fall of the House of Usher

From Goodreads: "The Fall .. " recounts the terrible events that befall the last remaining members of the once-illustrious Usher clan before it is -- quite literally -- rent asunder. Or what if a family was so isolated, so inbred, and so obviously dying that it manifested not only in the last daughter’s chronic illness but the disrepair, moldiness, and rot of the structure itself? What if her death didn’t end the story, but only hastened the family’s end?

Poe, Edgar Allan: The Facts In The Case Of M. Valdemar

An unnamed narrator performs a remarkable experiment when he hypnotizes a man In articulo mortis—at the point of death.

Poe, Edgar Allan: The Masque of the Red Death

The Red Death was a disease spread throughout the land, and eventually taking on a physical form to spread the disease to those nobles who isolated themselves. It came in the form of a party goer dressed as a victim of the disease, manifesting in the way that would cause the most terror as they realised it could not be escaped or killed.

It fits the theme of disease and other parts of the Corruption manifesting as something human-ish, as well as it gradually consuming even those of try to escape it.

Pratchett, Terry: The Amazing Maurice And His Educated Rodents

Rat! King! Rat! King! Rat! King!

Quiroga, Horacio: El almohadón de plumas (The feather pillow)

The quiet, fragile happiness between Alicia and her aloof but still deeply in love husband Jordan is cut short when, just three months after their wedding, she mysteriously falls deathly ill. Jordan keeps bringing doctors to check on her, but to no avail: No doctor can answer why this young woman is suddenly and visibly dying with every night that passes.

Saying anything more would spoil the plot twist, so here's the Project Gutenberg link: https://gutenberg.net.au/ebooks06/0606301h.html

Not only are bloodsucking parasites well within the Corruption's domain, but it should also be noted that a common motif across those who fall victim to this particular entity is a desire for love or to connect with others, which the Entity takes advantage of. Alicia's wish for 'childish fancies', her resigned frustration with her husband's unaffectionate attitude and her seemingly complete lack of other human relationships besides said husband would make her fit right in with that pattern. And in a TMA context, the bug growing that impossibly big and yet no one being able to notice it until it was too late could easily be explained as being due to both the bug and the circumstances around its existence being supernatural in nature.

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From the book Cuentos de amor, de locura y de muerte (Tales of love, madness and death) A newly-wed woman falls terribly ill. She can't leave her bed. Strange marks appear on her skin. The groom believes he has cursed her with his love. When she dies, it's revealed that a parasitic bug was living inside her pillow, feeding from her blood. The story shows love as a parasitic thing, something that drains and corrupts you, while also showing a very real parasite.

Raymond, E.S.: Felicity Floo Visits the Zoo

It begins with a zoo where all the animals are sick with what appears to be a respiratory illness and the zookeepers don't know why. The narrator then explains that the reason the animals are sick is because a sick girl named Felicity Floo went to the zoo, ignored the "Don't Pet the Animals" signs, and petted the animals with snot on her hands, which is what got them sick.

Rumfitt, Alison: Brainwyrms

One of the main characters has a fetish for parasites and learns that the reality of being infected is more horrific than they imagined. A new kind of parasite is sweeping the world, and certain people are consumed with it, intentionally trying to infect others\

Scarrow, Alex: Plague Land series

“Leon and his younger sister, Grace, have recently moved to London from New York and are struggling to settle into their new school when rumours of an unidentified virus in Africa begin to fill the news. Within a week the virus hits London. The siblings witness people turning to liquid before their eyes, and they run for their lives. A month after touching Earth's atmosphere, the virus has assimilated the world's biomass.”

Probably one of many pandemic based books that will feature in this tournament which contain similar themes like fear of infection etc, this series has a further twist that manifests aspects of The Corruption more than most:

It turns out that this virus is sentient, and as it is liquefying and assimilating Earth’s biomass, it is learning and evolving into more complex forms, eventually able to mimic life forms such as horses and eventually humans, to help infiltrate and spread into the last remaining pockets of survivors. This of course breeds constant fear and mistrust, leading to extreme acts (including immolation) of those even slightly suspected of infection. The virus, and subsequent liquefied biomass, is also a hive mind, evolving from crude simple consciousness, to being able to convert and replicate assimilated people’s consciousness, making infiltration and infection even more efficient. When it does choose to reveal itself and converse with survivors, it tries to entice them into joining it by describing the harmonious bliss of the hive mind. Truly a book series that touches on many aspects of this entity.

Smith, Guy N.: The Festering

A couple move to the English countryside to escape urban life. Their plumbing is dodgy, so they have well dug in their garden. Unfortunately, an ancient, diseased corpse was buried there, and the lads who dig the well end up contracting the disease.

This disease causes you to grow disgusting boils all over and to leak stinking pus and slime from every orifice. It also increases sexual and aggressive urges. Those who get sick end up going on violent rampages and end up as a rancid puddle of noisome muck.

Stine, R.L.: Go Eat Worms!

Obsessed with worms? That's putting it mildly. Todd is so fascinated with worms, he keeps a worm farm in his basement! Most of all, Todd loves torturing his sister and her best friend with worms. Dropping them into their hair. Down their backs. Until one day, after cutting a worm in half, Todd notices something strange. The rest of the worms seem to be staring at him! Suddenly worms start showing up in the worst places for Todd. In his bed. In his homework. Even in his spaghetti! What's a worm lover to do when his own worms are starting to gross him out?

Stine, R.L.: The Bugman Lives!

Here lies the Bugman. Woe to anyone who wakes him. Janet didn't mean to disturb the Bugman. It was an accident. She was just mowing the lawn when she ran over his tombstone. Now insects attack her everywhere she goes. Wasps, bees, ants. Even a huge, hairy tarantula. Janet is afraid the Bugman is back from the grave -- and out for revenge.

Spoilers: Her new best friend is actually a Bug-GIRL, and is determined to make Janet one as well. By the end, Janet accepts enthusiastically.

Tran, Trang Thanh: She is a Haunting

When Jade Nguyen arrives in Vietnam for a visit with her estranged father, she has one goal: survive five weeks pretending to be a happy family in the French colonial house Ba is restoring. She’s always lied to fit in, so if she’s straight enough, Vietnamese enough, American enough, she can get out with the college money he promised.

But the house has other plans. Night after night, Jade wakes up paralyzed. The walls exude a thrumming sound, while bugs leave their legs and feelers in places they don’t belong. She finds curious traces of her ancestors in the gardens they once tended. And at night Jade can’t ignore the ghost of the beautiful bride who leaves her cryptic warnings: Don’t eat.

Neither Ba nor her sweet sister Lily believe that there is anything strange happening. With help from a delinquent girl, Jade will prove this house—the home her family has always wanted—will not rest until it destroys them. Maybe, this time, she can keep her family together. As she roots out the house’s rot, she must also face the truth of who she is and who she must become to save them all.

Umansky, Kaye: Pongwiffy Series

Pongwiffy just loves dirt and being dirty. She is a Corruption Avatar and her books are Corruption Leitners.

van Dahl, Fiona: Eden Green

An alien needle symbiote spreads across a small group of humans, gradually taking over their bodies as it heals their wounds. Each infectee can eventually reach milestones at which their brain and even entire body is made up of needles, with horrible mutations possible along the way.

Vian, Boris: L'écume des jours (Froth on the Daydream)

the story of a wealthy young man named Colin and his love for Chloe, a girl dying of a water lily in her lung. the effects of which, besides a cough, are largely to make her beautifully pale and languid.

Zelazny, Roger: To Die in Italbar

When the immortal being 'H' meditates in a certain way, his immune system goes into a sort of Super Mode that can instantly cure anyone of any disease simply by being in his presence. However, when he goes long enough without meditation, he begins sort of radiating every disease he's ever been exposed to. When, due to a number of mistakes and understandings, he goes MUCH too long without meditation he is driven completely insane, eventually reaching the point where he can kill entire planets with a brief tour, and his powerful immune system can't keep him from being covered in open sores.

Zamyatin, Yevgeny Ivanovich: We

'We' leans heavily into a collective consciousness aspect of the corruption. It describes a society that seeks to eliminate any and all diferences in thinking so much so that people live in glass houses (literal glass houses - they can see their neighbours through the walls and the floor) and go through their day in accordance to the hour table which has a daily routine planned down to minutes. They wear identical clothes, they have numbers for names, they even chew in tact. The main character interacts with I-330, a woman so recalcitrant he cannot comprehend her, which fascinates him in a way. From this point on he falls out of synch with others, and describes this feeling of individuality as something horrible that is growing within him. He even goes to a literal doctor about it but gets told that he has a rare disease called 'a soul' and it's incurable

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