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imsociallyanxiousgetoverit · 2 years

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Fic Writer Question Meme

Thank you to @missroserose :) their post is the one I saw first

TW for all my fics! Any fic I link probably has at least one common trigger in it and at the time of writing it I may not have properly labeled it.

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How many works do you have on Ao3?

63 are published on Ao3, I believe 38 on FF, and maybe 5 on Tumblr? I have over ~1800 WIPs unpublished as some of my WIPs are published amid those websites/apps

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What’s your total Ao3 word count?

200k, uh 206,726 to be exact

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How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

uh, lemme count my folders in Notes…. a minimum of 63… Holy Crow 63 again. I’m still gonna go count the specifics too cuz some of these are huge groupings like MCU or Disney. Okay so 63 + 53 is 116 I think? So 116 fandoms? oh god wait what are they? ill make a list,,,

Fandoms I’ve Written For:

A Quiet Place, Aladdin, Alice in Wonderland, Atlantis: The Lost Empire, Barbie, Beauty and the Beast, Big Hero Six, Jump, Brave,

Cinderella (all), Encanto, Ever After High, Frozen, HTTYD, The Little Mermaid (all), Luca, Moana, RotG, Robots (2005), Sing, Tangled, The Incredibles,

Toy Story (3-4), Winx, Zootopia, The Umbrella Academy, Castle, The Flash, BTS, The Nutcracker, Subnautica, FNAF:SB, Spiritfarer, ATLA, Gravity Falls, I Am Mother,

Corpse, Cartoonz, Delirious, Irish/Spooky!Lads, Gab Smolders, LilyPichu, Micheal Reeves, Markiplier, Amy Nelson,

The Last of Us, CrankGamePlays, GassyMexican, Smii7y, Kryoz, Thomas Sanders, Julie & the Phantoms, Other Kpop, The Three Female Runaways,

Squid Game, Train to Busan, Switchcraft, Professor Layton, Undertale, Dimension 20, Power Rangers, BBC Merlin, Sanders Sides, PJO/HOO, Slugterra,

Minecraft (not mcyt), Stardew, Animal Crossing, Terraria, Ouran Highschool Host Club, Criminal Minds, Supernatural, Legend of Zelda/Linked Universe,

Danny Phantom, Doctor Who, Maze Runner, Teen Wolf, Limitless (TV), Steven Universe, Princess Debut, Sense 8, City of Ember, Bomberman R+, Arcane,

League of Legends, Overwatch, A Little Princess, Whale Rider, SCP, Edith Finch, GTFO, Scott Pilgrim, Emily the Strange,

Pitch Perfect, Spongebob, Stranger Things, The Old Guard, Tinkerbell, True and the Rainbow Kingdom, Seed, Almost Human, Aerial Magic, Fatal Frame,

The OA, The Runaways, She-Ra, Secret Society of Second Born Royals, Divergent, Voltron, MLP, Hogwarts, Firefly/Serenity,

Drake Hollow, Resident Evil, Humans are Weird, Pokemon, Good Omens, Monsters Inc/Uni, Beyond: Two Souls, Young Justice, Slime Rancher, Avengers (all), Iron Man (all), Spider-Man (all), Loki, WandaVision, Eternals,

Shang-Chi, Doctor Strange, Dead by Daylight, Don’t Starve, & more I couldnt find cuz theyre only in Crossovers lol

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What are your top 5 fics by Kudos?

1. [All Inclusive Twitter Memes]

2. [Autistic!Character Ideas & Stories]

3. [☂️👶🏻👶🏼]

4. [Standing Up Again]

5. [Night Valen in New York]

These are still pretty surprising to me. The Twitter fic is expected, so is the Autism fic, but the last three really are out of left field

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Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Yes! Absolutely. I don’t fully know how to explain both my feelings and the psychology behind why I respond to comments; but know I’m very passionate about doing so!

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What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Phew, uh, lemme look actually cuz most Angst fics are triggering for me so I never finish them- okay so TW obviously. The angstiest ending I think I’ve ever written (I THINK) is the character revealing their c/s/a to family members

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Do you write Crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I write almost exclusively in Crossovers lmfao. I have a folder literally named Pandora’s Box where I put my fics that need multiple notes just to keep track. Lemme go find the most complex one,,,

okay so my bestie and I are working on a fic with tens of characters from VERY different places who are all villians and are attending a mental hospital (its legitimate, not a horror fic. I’ve been in one so we’re making it as realistic as we can without it being too triggering or unfun)

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Have you ever recieved hate on a fic?

I don’t know… I take a lot of criticism as hate even though it’s not so I don’t really remember the bad ones anymore. I keep comments that make me happy in my inbox for bad days.

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Do you write Smut? If so, what kind?

Yes, although I rarely post it. I’m not very good at it so it’s mostly fics about very specific kinks I’ve fantisized about and are having the characters act out in my place.

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Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don’t think so. I may have blocked it out if it did occur.

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Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, though I’m fully welcome to that.

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Have you ever co-written a fic before?

The fic I mentioned previously is my first project with someone else. I don’t write well with many people so, my bestie is really my only option.

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What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Probably “Ineffable Husbands”. I’ve felt so much comfort from canon, fanfiction, and the fandom. I learned to love my body because of fanart of Aziraphale.

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What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

It’s a fic from like 2015. I’m partially ashamed of it and partially obsessed still. I won’t describe it due to being embarrassed by it’s current state.

I do plan to try rewriting it though. Just recently I discovered it again and considered posting it as it was just to free myself from it.

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What are your writing strengths?

I really don’t know? I like to think I’m good at Titles and Summaries, but I have evidence against that. Sometimes, I feel like my crossover ideas, the links and connections I find, are very unique. I don’t even know what you’d call that besides Creativity though.

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What are your writing weaknesses?

I was gonna say the genres Angst and Smut. Then, I was gonna mention my grammar. In the end though, I think I struggle to characterize and choose one rule of logic to follow.

I’m far too logical one moment and competely uncaring of logic the next. I also project onto characters far too much sometimes. In my opinion, anyway.

If you’ve read my fics I welcome you to express what my weakness (and strength) is because I’m biased.

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What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Yes. Just, Yes. I’m currently working on a fic where the characters speak a mix of 3 dialects of Spanish and Quechua.

The fic is in English of course because I’m not fluent in any of those languages, but I’m writing songs for the fic in those languages and interspersing famous proverbs people tend to use (like “dont judge a book by its cover” but the spanish equivalent) throughout the fic

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What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Young Justice probably. I don’t remember if I wrote fanfics before I learned what it was. I imagine I may have written for Winx when I was in Elementary, but I didn’t know it was fic so i can’t recall it now

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What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Oh this is difficult. On FF my favorite has always been [One Death, Two Scars].

On Ao3…. godex I love these a lot: [Loss of the Wild], [Indulgence], [Secrets….Shhh], [An Unknown Chance], [Love Like You], [Father], [Atlantis: The Lost Wilds], [A Beauty, A Beast, and Some Princes], [Pidge]…. but if I have to pick One???

I really don’t know ahhh. I didn’t even include any of the WIPs… I adore [Modern Medicine], oh and [Secret Memories] oh I truly love this one, I like [What’s Left of Us] and [A Seer’s Trance] a lot… [Changed Fate] is good. I haven’t mentioned a lot of the fics I’m proud of because I’m similtaneously a little embarrassed by the current state of writing,,, but

I just love a lot of my work. I learned a time ago that every piece of work you make is valuable in your progression as a writer. To love myself, I have to love what I create, too. Well, not all of it, but I have to appreciate what the fic has done for me to grow from it.

I like [Confident In Love], [“Crossovers”] is great, [Accidental Burn] is so good, and [Brick by Brick a Family is] is definitely absolutely one of my favorites.

I have a fic just called [🌲💫🗯] that I love (actually any of my Gravity Falls fics I love probably). [Good Parenting 101] is sweet, [Subversions] is like [Indulgence] lol very self indulgent- OH and I havent even mention how many of my Stardew Valley fics for my OC Aluna are so good! Though I don’t know if I’ve ever posted them,,,, oh I also have a completely different fic called [Subversions] thats very different lmao

[Shaking] makes me happy, [Captain America: Falcon’s Call] is definitely a fic I want to finish someday, [The True Iron Legion] is ahhh I love it- okay I need to stop lol I love too many of my fics to keep listing them! I really hope you’ll check them out though,,, I love them a lot.

Nevermind, One more!!! I forgot about [정말 너무 혼란스러 (Never leave me alone)]. Oh screw it. I’m gonna keep recommending my favorites. [Heroes Endgame] is a bit dramatic but It took a lot of work to think about lol. Honestly any of my Luca fics I think are pretty good. I think [‘Ohahu Anu] is really creative. Most my Encanto fics are decent or great.

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does-this-look-logicality-to-you · 4 years

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Will You Have Me?- A Logicality One-Shot

words: 1396

characters: logan, patton; mentions of remus, roman, janus, and virgil

universe: human au

pairing: romantic logicality, mentions of platonic dlampr

warnings: kissing mention, otherwise just fluff on fluff on fluff

author’s note: this is probably the closest thing to a little shop of horrors-sanders sides crossover fic i’ll ever write. it’s very self-indulgent, as little shop of horrors is my all-time favorite movie and musical, and i’ve always compared little ship (seymour/audrey) to logicality. this definitely won’t be the last little shop-related logicality fic i’ll ever write, as i’ve certainly had ideas for a little shop of horrors au involving the glasses gays. in the meantime, though, i hope y’all like the story!

Patton had loved Little Shop of Horrors since he had first seen the movie, in his freshman year of high school. Everything about it appealed to him— the plot, the characters, the music, and everything in between. He was especially attached to the main character. Seymour Krelborn was smart and kind-hearted, but not the best at dealing with his emotions— much like a certain boy Patton knew.

For his sixteenth birthday, he had invited all of his friends— Remus, Roman, Logan, Janus, and Virgil— to his house for a movie-night themed sleepover. Naturally, the movie they watched was Little Shop. Roman was the only one of them who had seen the film, so it was the first time the other four had seen it. They all ended up liking it, but the one who had enjoyed it the most was Logan.

Logan had never been a fan of musicals. He claimed them to be ridiculous and unrealistic— much to Roman’s dismay. Yet Little Shop of Horrors felt different. It didn’t feel like a musical, even though it was. (In fact, the movie was based on a musical by the same name.) It was instead a new world, a story to dissect and analyze and— though he didn’t like to admit it— enjoy. (Not to mention the fact that the character Audrey wasn’t too different from the person who had introduced him to the movie in the first place.) No matter how unrealistic the premise of an enormous man-eating plant alien was, Logan ended up growing a great interest in it.

Patton and Logan began to bond over Little Shop. Of course, it wasn’t all they ever talked about, but sharing a common interest caused the two of them to grow closer.

As the two of them grew and matured, so did their feelings toward each other. It had taken a while for them to realize it, but Logan and Patton had fallen for one another, and they had fallen hard. After some time— much too long, according to their friends— the two of them finally admitted their feelings for one another. Roman often compared the two to Seymour and Audrey, the protagonist and love interest of Little Shop, and they couldn’t help but agree.

Little Shop played a surprisingly large role in their relationship. On the twenty-third day of every month— since the events of the movie started on September 23rd according to the prologue— the two of them would make popcorn, put on onesies, and watch the movie. Nobody else was allowed to bother them unless it was an absolute emergency, and the others respected that. It might seem repetitive, watching the same film so many times, but it allowed them to spend quality time together as they watched their favorite movie. They would often sing along with the musicit— Logan always played Seymour while Patton played Audrey, and they switched off on the other characters. Once, for their anniversary, Logan had gotten tickets for them to see the musical version— on the twenty-third of that month, of course. (Patton had ended up sobbing, not having expected the ending to differ so much from that of the movie. Logan thought it was more realistic, but he too had shed a few tears.) Little Shop had become an important part of Logan and Patton’s relationship. Without it, they may not have fallen in love in the first place.

In fact, it had given Logan an idea.

It’s alright. You can do this. Logan stared at his reflection in the mirror, taking deep breaths. Everything is already written for you. The difficult part is already done.

The bathroom door opened. Patton was standing in the doorway, clad in the owl onesie that he only wore on their special movie nights. “Lo-Lo? You ready to start the movie?”

Logan turned away from the mirror, went over to Patton, and took his hand. “Whenever you are,” he replied, earning a beaming smile from his partner. The two of them made their way to the couch. Logan went into the kitchen, as he always did, to make the popcorn, while Patton set up the movie. Within a few minutes, everything was ready.

As far as Patton knew, this was a normal movie night. The movie was the same as it had always been, and he and Logan were quoting along as they always did. He did pick up a sort of oddness in Logan’s behavior, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on why that was. Maybe it was the fact that he kept sticking one hand in his pocket, or the way he bounced his leg quicker than he normally did, but he seemed significantly more antsy than usual.

Meanwhile, Logan’s mind was racing, anxiety and logic warring inside him. What-ifs battled with that-won’t-happens as he struggled to focus on what was before him. He knew the film well enough to quote along with little effort, so that part wasn’t a problem. Everything was working so far.

Finally, finally, it was time. Patton’s eyes were on the screen, oblivious to Logan’s growing nervousness as he recited Seymour’s distressed monologue in near-exact synchronization with the character on screen.

“What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do? I never should’a started, but I did, and now if I don’t feed it, it’ll die. And I’ll lose her, I’ll lose everything.”

“Seymour?” Patton and Audrey prompted at the same time. “Who’re ya talkin’ to?”

“Hmm? Uh, nobody.”

“You’re actin’ funny… It wasn’t nice to chase those people out. Those men said… Seymour Krelborn’s Gardening Tips is sure to be a very big TV show.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I feel terrible.”

“Well, you shouldn’t. They’re comin’ back tomorrow, and they’ll bring you a great big check.”

“They are?”

“I wish you were enjoying your success.”

“You said they’re comin’ back with money?”

“Tomorrow.”

“That means we can afford to get outta here, couldn’t we?” Logan felt as if his heart was going to beat out of his chest as he quietly and carefully got up from his seat and knelt down, reaching into his pocket.

“What do you mean?”

“Yeah, that’s it. After tomorrow, we can leave here, together.”

“Togetha’...?”

Logan’s voice shook as he removed the small box from his pocket and opened it with his other hand. “If you’ll have me… Patton, will you have me?”

Patton looked over at Logan in surprise, as he never got the lines wrong, and certainly never altered them to contain Patton’s name instead of Audrey’s. His jaw dropped, only barely managing to murmur the next line.

Logan was on one knee before him, holding a small open box containing a silver ring with a sky-colored stone.

“Marry me, Patton.”

He knew that his words weren’t the words traditionally spoken by those hoping to marry their partners, but they were the same words used by Seymour in the film— only, of course, with “Audrey” instead of “Patton”.

“Oh, Logan, this is so sudden,” Patton gasped. It wasn’t, of course, but Logan knew that. He was simply responding the same way Audrey did.

“Well, will you?” Logan’s heart was pounding so hard that he was sure Patton could hear it. As long as it had been, as much as he cared for his beloved partner, there was still a small voice inside telling him the worst, that Patton was going to say no, that this idea had been ridiculous, that he should have stuck to a more traditional method of proposal.

But Patton’s expression held no negative emotions. Instead, his eyes shone with joy like a pair of tiny stars as he responded, in perfect synchrony with Audrey.

“Sure.”

Patton threw his arms around Logan, nearly knocking him over. Logan hugged him back, much less wildly, resting his chin on top of Patton’s head. The two were so lost in the moment that, for once, they didn’t even quote along with the rest of the scene.

The two of them spent the last fifteen minutes of the film in each other’s arms, stealing kisses as they held one another close. Soon enough the film ended, and Logan couldn’t help but smile as he watched Seymour and Audrey begin their new life together.

After all, Patton was the Audrey to Logan’s Seymour, and tonight was the first step toward their own somewhere green.

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thedragonemperess · 3 years

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random ask of the day: what’s a jatp au or crossover that you wish existed but doesn’t to your knowledge?

(Crossover) Mighty Med, Shopkins, Ever After/Monster High, and (AU) Sander Sides

#answering asks #thanks for the ask!#jatp stuff #fandomssssss

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harrylee94 · 4 years

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Log Entry XXXXXX - Chapter 4

Summary: A new space station, complete with the most high spec and up to date technology there is to offer, has been set up at the edge of the known universe, a new way point for explorers to keep in contact with the rest of the human race. It has been carefully designed by the best scientists and engineers Earth could offer, and now 7 brave souls are being sent out to ensure everything works perfectly.

However, when Logan wakes from cryosleep from the journey, he is informed that several things are now in need of repair, though everything had been in perfect working condition when the station had been reconstructed before he and his crew had arrived. They will have to solve the problems they’ve been left with before the station is up and running, and yet Logan can’t help but feel he’s done this before…

Relationships: Intrulogical (Remus/Logan)

Warnings: Blood, Gore, Parasites, Remus having an overactive imagination, It’s an Among Us crossover so there will be bad stuff afoot.

A/N: This was so difficult to write, partly because I got a job, but mostly because it was emotionally draining.

For those of you who don’t know, this story is based off of a comic by @fangirltothefullest which I HIGHLY recommend you check them out on the link above! Their art is AMAZING.

Note to everyone before we begin; there will be graphic descriptions of gore, dismemberment, possibly torture, and any other awful things that come with the territory of writing a story in an Among Us universe.

Link to; Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

To read it on AO3 please click here.

Chapter 4: Log Entry #14

Stardate: October 17th XX20. 6:20 AM

Logan watched Remus as he prepared their breakfast of pesto spaghetti, holding his coffee in hand. He had re-lived this day a dozen times over now, each time a little bit different from the last, but always ending the same; with his death. He had tried to keep people away from the Medbay a few times, but no matter what he did the creatures always found a new host. As far as he knew Roman, Virgil, Patton and Orange had all been in that destructive path, and he had seen what those Things had done to his friends a small handful of times, but never what they looked like before.

He had put off going there himself to see if there was any other ways he could discover more about these beings other than what they could do once they had latched onto their host -- or so he’d been telling himself, as fear wasn’t logical, especially considering all other logic had decided that it didn’t want anything to do with Sanders Station -- but now he knew he would have to do it. He had to see what it was, what they did, and perhaps then he would be able to make a more competent and effective plan to combat them.

He noted Remus giving him a worried look and tried to give him a reassuring smile in return. He had told him, as he had almost every time since the first, and every time Remus would try to comfort him with his presence, though those looks were something that could never be avoided. He was starting to hate them, even though he knew there was nothing more than concern and love behind them.

The familiar bowl slid into place in front of him, fork sticking out of the steaming nest of noodles in the middle, and Remus slid into the seat beside him, digging into his own breakfast. Food was always a distraction, a way for Remus to gather his thoughts, and while this wasn’t his usual comfort food, the way he was eating it implied as much.

“So what are we going to do?” the man asked, mouth full of yellow-green mush.

Logan sighed. “We’re going to do something that will likely end in one, or both, of us becoming the host to some parasitic alien lifeform and use our bodies to murder all of our friends.”

Remus hummed as he continued to eat. “Sounds like fun.”

“No it doesn’t.”

Remus hummed again, swallowed, and took another bite, getting bits of pesto on his cheeks as he slurped up the pasta. “I’ll go in first.”

“Remus-”

“That way you’ll be able to see what it is and what it does.” Remus met his gaze. “If we do both go, then you should at least get as much out of this as possible. Before the restart I mean.”

“I don’t even know if there will even be a ‘restart’ if I do this.”

“But you’re doing it anyway,” he said as he played with his pasta, picking some of it up with his fingers. “You were going to go in there on your own.”

“What?” How did he-? “I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to. I know you, Logan. You would go in there on your own if you didn’t know I’d follow you.”

“You didn’t the first time.”

“I didn’t know the first time,” Remus said and shoved his handful of pasta in his mouth. “Eat up, Logie-Bogie. And don’t even think about not telling me in the future! I know when you’re hiding something from me, and then I’ll hound you like a goblin shark attacking the corpse of a sperm whale that’s rotting and bloated after it’s sunk to the bottom of the ocean.”

While the imagery was slightly obscene, Logan knew he was telling the truth and he sighed. “I hate you.”

“Love you too my adorkable nerd.”

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Stardate: October 17th XX20. 7:10 AM

Acting like everything was normal was perhaps one of the most difficult and stressful things Logan had ever done, especially since he knew Janus had noticed that something was wrong almost immediately. Luckily, all the man had done was raise his eyebrow at him in question but had ultimately let the matter drop and everyone had gone off to begin their tasks in peace.

This time, however, Virgil was helping Janus in the Communications room. Within hearing distance of Roman.

Remus had picked up one of the empty fuel containers from storage once everyone had gone their separate ways and was holding it as a make-shift weapon. It would more likely cause a small distraction than do any real damage, but it made the both of them feel safer, if only by a little.

The Medbay was a bright room, the lighting reflecting off of the white walls and bed sheets that slowly came into view as they approached the doorway. Every door had been left open in the Station for a reason that Logan could not fathom. He had wondered previously why this might be but now he was simply grateful for the chance to see into the room before the doors opened.

As they had both expected there was no sign of the aliens; it was simply a well kept medical area with beds on either side of the room, scanners and a supply cupboard. Remus stepped in first, having to push Logan back though as the scientist still didn’t want Remus to be his guinea pig, willing or no.

“Doesn’t look so bad in here,” the moustached man said, crouching down to look under the beds before moving on towards the end. “Bit disappointing they don’t have a proper lab though. Would have been cool to have all the autopsy equipment available. Even some of the old stuff would have been good. Less refined but it gets the job done.”

“That was due to be added later,” Logan noted absentmindedly as he followed slowly behind, eyes darting over every surface. Where were they? What kind of space could they occupy? Were they like an octopus, able to fit through any hole with little limitation, or were they a larger mass? “When the rest of the crew arrives.”

“Weird scanner,” Remus said as he looked at the pad in the corner of the room. Logan had seen designs of it of course, and would probably have been more excited in a more ordinary situation, but as it was it had just become another new piece of information. “I wonder how they would scan people who can’t stand up. That’s ableist, that is.”

“They probably have a handheld one somewhere,” Logan said, eyes landing on the vent covering to his right. “Remus.”

“Hm?” Remus said, turning to him and letting his eyes fall to where he was pointing. “Yeah, I recon that would do it.”

“There’s a few of them around the Station,” Logan said, noting how large it was. While he personally wouldn’t be able to fit through it, and neither would any other human aboard the ship, the evidence he had of what these creatures could do implied at least some mutation ability. “I’ll have to look up the schematics to see where each of them lead and which ones connect.”

“Can you do that on your tablet?” Remus asked, pulling Logan away from the vent by the back of his suit.

“I expect so.” Logan allowed his partner to step in front of him and pulled the device out, knowing Remus would keep an eye on things.

He never looked away from the room for more than a few seconds, but he opened the files on his tablet, huffing in annoyance when he found that what he’d wanted wasn’t there. He was able to connect to the main systems of the Station wirelessly though, and he decided to download all the files that were available for public use. As soon as the schematics were downloaded he opened it, letting the other files download in the background as he looked at the designs.

“This vent is connected to Electronic and Security,” he said, following the lines that had been left. “There are also vents connecting the Upper Engine room and the Reactor, the Lower Engine room and the Reactor, Weapons and Navigation, Shields and Navigation, and the cafeteria, Admin and the hallway between Shields and Navigation.”

“Huh, it’s like this place has been infected with woodworm,” Remus noted. “Do you think if we leave it a bit longer there’ll be even more? Can you imagine that? THe Station falling to pieces because of an infestation of space-worms?”

Logan gave Remus and unimpressed look.

“What?”

He shook his head and looked back at the tablet when it beeped. The download had completed, and it seemed that everything had been… Wait. “Log Entry One?”

Remus glanced at him, curious. “Did the other guys leave a message?”

“No it…” He opened the file and could only stare at it. “I wrote this.”

“... Read it to me?”

“Um, alright,” Logan said and opened the file. “‘ I'm not entirely sure why I'm writing this, but I've had this strange feeling all day. I do not usually allow emotions to cloud my judgement in such a way, and I expect it is perhaps a result of my time in stasis, but everything feels, for the lack of a better word, rehearsed. I know that what I am feeling is simply the imbalance of chemicals in my brain, not in small part due to the dream I had, but I still can't seem to part with this feeling. I hope it will pass, but for now I will have to endure it.’” He blinked at the screen a few more times before putting it away. “The station saved it.”

“When did you write that?”

“The second time we arrived.”

“How the fuck does that even work?”

“I don’t know. How does the whole Time Loop work? It’s not something I’ve really looked into!” He’d been a little more focused on trying to keep everyone alive. The science behind this impossible situation came second to survival and getting back to normal in his opinion.

Remus snorted, looking back at the vent again. “At least now you know you can make notes or whatever so you don’t have to remember everything.”

“That would be useful,” Logan had to conceded, “but I can’t do that now. We have to be prepared.”

“Right,” Remus agreed. “Could be a long wait.”

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Stardate: October 17th XX20. 9:47 AM

Logan had ended up writing up some notes on the last few days after all, unable to hold his concentration on waiting for an attack he didn’t know when to expect for a prolonged period of time. Remus had been handling it a little easier, but he his attention had started to wane after the first half an hour, and so they took turns on watch after that, Remus getting through the tasks that needed completing while it was his turn to rest.

They had fallen into a content silence after a while, only broken up by short bursts of conversation, but now it had been over two hours since they had first entered the room and both of them were getting antsy.

“You said the first one was around ten thirty,” Remus said as he kicked his legs over the side of the bed he was waiting on, the fuel container in his lap and his chin resting on his hand. He was still watching the vent, but the boredom was obvious.

“Approximately that time, yes,” Logan replied as he finished the last of his notes; there had been many observations he had to get down after all. “I can’t be certain though as I have not had the chance to record that time.”

“Well, it probably means that it’s going to turn up soon,” Remus said, pulling himself up to his feet. “Though it does depend how quick the process is. And if they’re even going to come for us.”

Logan paused in his typing. “What makes you say that?”

“We have been watching the vent almost constantly. That doesn’t give them much of a chance to strike, and I bet they’d want to surprise their victims. Though if there’s two of them and they’re pretty agile then they might just do it anyway. Or maybe they’ve been figuring out a way to trap us in here.”

As horrifying as that last statement was, it was possible. These creatures had to be intelligent otherwise they would not have been able to get away with some of the murders Logan had witnessed. He looked towards the door, trying not to make monsters out of shadows, but when he saw something move he jumped to his feet.

“Remus!” he started, but that was all he got out before the door slammed shut.

"Shit," Remus said, hopping from his seat as well and holding the container ready, but in the moment of distraction the vent had opened.

At first Logan thought it was grey in colour, very similar to the metal of the ground, but then it almost shimmered and he realised that it was more of a camouflage like that of a chameleon. It reminded him of an octopus, limbs like tentacles and they stretched out from the vent, only to congeal into a mass before growing all over again. It was more of a mass of something that shifted and changed as it wanted, but never into any true form.

And then it jumped.

Remus whacked it out of the air with the container, the hollow sound of the plastic echoing through the room as it hit the wall with a wet splat, but it wasn’t phased. If anything it seemed to get angry, if the way it formed sharp pincers seemed to indicate was correct. Remus braced himself again as it bunched up, ready to pounce, and swung once again. This time, however, it caught the container with those pincers, and reached for Remus’s hand.

He dropped it and kicked it away, backing up into Logan who was trying to get the doors open with little success.

“How soon can you get the door open?” he asked, voice barely hiding the panic as the creature started curling around the beds.

“I-I need thirty seconds,” Logan said, frantically typing at his pad.

“I don’t think we have thirty seconds,” Remus breathed, and Logan looked up to see the parasite prepare for its third attack. Logan could see what Remus was about to do, could picture it in his mind’s eye, and when his partner turned his head Logan could see the pain and regret in his gaze. “I love you.”

“Remus, Remus no !” Logan cry, but it was too late.

The creature made contact with Remus’s chest as he rushed forwards, taking it with him as he crashed into the far wall. Logan watched, clutching at his tablet as Remus gasped, his hand holding the spot the parasite had been, but in its place was a hole, torn through the thick fabric of the suit, red staining the edges of the tear.

Logan was frozen, the horror paralysing him as Remus wheezed and coughed, his eyes wide as he stared blankly at the ground. He doubled over with a garbled scream, falling to his knees a moment later as blood seeped into other spots of the suit, the green turning a dark brown. He fell forwards, the screen of his helmet hitting the floor and he rolled to his side, body twitching and tensing as though he were having an attack, the noises from his throat were strangled, choked.

And then he fell still.

Tears had fallen silently down Logan’s cheeks as he’d watched his partner’s, his love’s, his heart’s agony, and still more fell as he watched his stillness. He knew he should have been trying to open the door, knew that the man before him was no longer Remus, but he was stuck.

An agonising minute passed, but as it did threads of matter, dark and sharp, spun themselves around Remus’s body, not unlike that of a silk worm, creating a thin layer that corroded matter, the human shape sagging before filling out again. The blackness of the tread faded into the green of Remus’s suit, his figure clean and whole, as though the last five minutes hadn’t happened, and Logan heard it breathe.

A finger twitched, then a leg, and for a few moments the thing in Remus’s form stretched before pushing itself up onto his feet. It looked down at its stolen hands, curling them experimentally. Then it looked up.

Logan knew that it would look like him, but seeing Remus’s face staring blankly at him was enough to tear him from his stupor, and he tried frantically to turn back to the door.

“Lo-gan,” it said using Remus’s voice, the tone lilting and sing-song. “Oh love of my life. My sweet, bleeding heart.” Hands grasped at his wrists and squeezed, forcing him to release the tablet, which smashed against the ground. “What’s wrong?”

“You… you…” Logan tried, but found the words were almost stuck in his throat.

“Me what?” Not-Remus asked, giving him a sharp smile, mocking and threatening. “You can tell me. You can tell me anything, remember? You trust me.” It pouted. “Don’t you trust me anymore?”

“You’re not Remus.”

The creature stared blankly at him for a few moments before Logan felt something wrap around his arms, his legs, his middle, and he looked down to see that the creature that Remus had become was using its tentacles to hold him in place. He tried to struggle but it was no use.

It grinned.

“You know too much.” It leaned in closer, Logan gasping as his helmet was removed and Not-Remus’s melted away, his lips brushing against Logan’s ear. “You’ll be the perfect host.”

“No,” Logan said, tugging harder at the limbs, but still they wouldn’t budge. “No. No! Let me go !”

Not-Remus tilted his head to the side, giving Logan room to see the vent opening and a second parasite crawled out. Logan squirmed as it came closer, vanishing from his sight for several moments before it crawled into sight on Not-Remus’s shoulder. He tried to turn away, but the Thing used Remus’s hand to hold his jaw open, a tentacle wrapping around his head to hold it steady, and the parasite lunged.

It might have looked slimy, but there was nothing smooth about it as it entered; sharp claws ripped at his tongue, stretching and tearing down his esophagus, piercing every organ along the way. His breath gurgled in his lungs as they began to fill with his own blood, his heart stuttered as it was clawed at and torn, his kidneys were ruptured, he burned as his stomach was sliced open.

And all the while his lover’s face watched on with glee as the agony engulfed him completely.

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Stardate: October 17th XX20. 10:03 AM

Logan exhaled, opening his eyes to find Remus stood before him, a smirk on his lips and his hands grasping Logans upper arms to keep him steady as he ensured that his body would function properly. Once he was sure he could hold his own weight he gave Remus a look and he was allowed to stand on his own.

“There are five others on this ship, and they do not belong,” he said, which only made Remus bounce excitedly on the spot.

“I know! We should pull their intestines out through their assholes. Oo! Or maybe we could pull them apart piece by piece! Wouldn’t that be fun?”

Logan sighed. He should have expected as much from him. “As long as they end up dead I don’t care.”

Remus giggled and headed towards the vent. “I’ve got Orange!”

“Then I shall find Janus,” Logan said, picking up his tablet with a wrinkled nose. It was cracked beyond repair unfortunately, so he left it on the bed nearby and followed Remus to the vent; he wouldn’t be able to open the door without it after all.

Remus held the hatch open with a flourished bow, allowing Logan to detangle his human form and slip into the airway with ease, creeping through until he reached a new opening.

He stepped back into his human form in the Electrical room and moved past the various beeping and flashing lights on the walls, demanding that someone pay attention to them, heading out into the corridor. The walk to Communications didn’t take too long and Logan soon found himself stood behind Janus as he fiddled with something on the screens, his suit undoubtedly hooked up to the network so he could hear the radio.

The man in yellow only had a few moments to stiffen before Logan sharpened his right arm and shoved it through Janus’s back, pinning him to the desk as he sent furter tendrils out like a web through the rest of the body. He listened impassively to the choked noises of his death, waiting patiently for his heart to stop and his breathing to end before withdrawing his arm and returning his shape to its previous form with no evidence of blood.

Humans were so fragile, and could be so messy when they died. Janus was no different and his body was crumpled at his feet. With barely another glance he turned and left the room, going in search of his next victim.

Roman was in the room next to Communications, working on something under the main walkway. It would have been the perfect opportunity to attack, but he still needed time to recover from his exerting experience; creating a form like he'd just done to dispose of the yellow one was tiring and unusual, and this body wasn't used to it.

He waited, listening to the sounds of tools being used and dropped into tool boxes as his strength returned, pleased that this one knew how to clean up after itself. The sound of tunes from the cartoon show Steven Universe being hummed was less pleasing though, even if it did show that Roman was an adequate singer. It didn’t take too long before he felt he was ready to act though, and he knocked on the wall.

“Roman?”

There was the jangle of something being dropped and the man in red looked out from beneath the walkway.

“Microsoft Nerd!” Roman exclaimed in surprise as he pulled himself out. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

"Yes, well, I have found that I am in need of your assistance," Logan replied, giving him a smile. "However, you seem to be busy. I can come back-"

"No! No, it's fine," Roman replied hastily, just as he knew he would, and he started to climb up onto the main path."It's mostly just me wanting to make sure everything's fit for a king." He puffed his chest out a little, probably in order to show pride, but Logan wasn't really paying attention.

"I'm sure it will be the best it can be under your care," he said with a nod. "Are you sure I can pull you away?"

"Positive," Roman said with a grin. "What seems to be the problem?"

"Well, to be perfectly blunt; it's you."

Roman blinked, his grin slipping. "... Excuse me?"

“Oh not you specifically,” Logan clarified with a nonchalant wave of his hand. “I mean you in general. Humans.”

“I… don’t understand,” Roman said, the corner of his mouth curling. “Is this some sort of a joke?”

Logan hummed, growing tired of the conversation, and struck. He unfurled again, tentacles stretching out and his body splitting into a gaping maw. Roman’s fight or flight reflexes were a little slow, but that only gave Logan more time to hold him. He’d bitten Roman’s head off just as he’d started to scream.

“Roman?”

Logan pulled back into his human form, looking towards where the voice had come from. It must have been Patton or Virgil, who must have been in Navigation together. It wasn’t too far from here, and the sound must have travelled. He should have been quicker.

Dropping Roman’s headless body Logan turned and ran, fleeing from the scene. A few moments later he heard the scream of horror he’d been expecting and the alarm for a meeting blared throughout the halls. It seemed his incompetence might actually help them after all.

Less than five minutes later and he was stood with Remus opposite Virgil and Patton, who were both looking around at the doors in fear.

“Wh-where are the others?” Virgil asked, cheeks gaunt and his body shaking in fear. “They should be here. Where are they?”

“They’ll be here soon,” Patton said, sniffing a little as he wrapped his arm around Virgil’s shoulder, only for the man in purple to pull away and hunch his shoulders as he curled his arms around himself. “Kiddo?”

“He… His head was…” Virgil gulped, his breathing becoming erratic as he looked between each of them. “It was one of you!”

“Virgil, please-”

“You killed him! You killed everyone !”

Remus chuckled as Virgil started to back away. “You were the one who set off the alarm,” he said, and his chuckles turned into giggles. “You set off the alarm to call everyone here, even though you thought one of us killed everyone?” He was all out laughing now, and even Logan had started looking at him with a frown. “How stupid can you get, Emo?”

“Remus!” Patton said, aghast and looking sickly. “How can you laugh in a situation like this? Your brother is dead!”

Remus continued to laugh to himself for a few moments before he dropped the facade entirely and grinned at them, his teeth sharp and gaze predatory. “Because you’ll be joining them!”

The two remaining humans did not get far before Remus caught them, and Logan helped him paint the walls red with their blood.

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Stardate: October 17th XX20. 6:00 AM

The light of the cryodeck grew steadily brighter, and the hum of the ship was soothing, but Logan couldn’t see it through his tears, couldn’t hear it through his sobs and screams, and he tried desperately to rub the feeling of blood from his skin, scratching at his arms and cheek until something grabbed his wrists.

“Logan! Logan ! It’s okay! It was just a dream!”

Logan froze, choking on a sob as he looked up at Remus -- at his human, beautiful, loving partner with nothing but concern and love in his eyes -- and shot up into his arms.

“That’s it,” Remus soothed rubbing at his back and kissing his temple. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

Logan could only cry into Remus’s shirt as the screams of his friends haunted his thoughts.

#fanfiction #sanders sides #among us #sanders side fic #sanders sides among us au #logan sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #orange sanders #tw blood #tw gore #tw character death #time loop #writing

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tranquil-space-ninja · 4 years

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Pictures (Vent ft. Sanders' Sides)

Just need to get something out of my head. Don't hate on any of the characters, please. This is gonna be kinda long, so just a heads up.

Tw: mentions of inappropriate pictures, sex is said (but not done), suicidal thoughts/attempts, unsympathetic Logan (maybe), controlling behavior

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Remus held the phone close to his ear, smiling at Patton's soft voice. "I miss you," he said. "I wish I could see your smiling face."

"We could hop onto Skype," Remus suggested. "Keep talking. And I could stare at your eyes forever."

"Um.... It's getting kinda late for that. Could you text me a selfie? I can't deal with quarantine right now." Remus suddenly felt sad, like months of bad memories were crashing over him.

"Oh. I don't really like to take pictures of myself...."

"Okay. Skype tomorrow at 3?" Remus tried to force a smile, even though Patton couldn't see him.

"Sure, Pat. Love you."

"Love you, too!" Remus hung up. At that moment, he got a Discord message from logic103.

Hey.

Even though he really didn't want to, Remus typed, Hey, back. He had told Logan they would still be friends. He couldn't just ignore him.

***

They had met the month before Remus's freshman year of high school. Remus had been reading a cool Star Wars fanfic that reduced him to tears of laughter every time. He saw that someone else had commented. He forgot what Logan had said, but Remus interacted with him and soon they were having a conversation. It moved to Remus's dms, where they talked more. Logan introduced Remus to RWBY, which he fell in love with. They began a Star Wars/RWBY crossover RP, and Remus revealed to Logan that he was male. Logan seemed surprised, but Remus didn't think anything of it. Then Logan asked him if they could move to Discord.

Remus agreed, set up an account, and accepted Logan as a friend. Then Logan dmed him, gave him a quick tutorial, and they talked the night away. Logan was only a year older than Remus, and really sweet and funny without meaning to be. At some point, Logan asked Remus what he thought about him. Remus said, "I think you're the kind of person who has lots of friends simply because they like being around him."

"That's not true," Logan said. "I don't really have any friends. You're the only one who's ever been nice to me. I-I love you." Remus was quiet for a moment.

"You love me?"

"Yeah."

"Really?"

"Yeah." Remus was scared and confused and didn't know what to say or how to feel. A boy had never told him he loved him before. He didn't know if he was in love or not. He had never been in love before. He did like Logan, though. He was everything Remus wanted in a guy, or at least he seemed to be. So, he said, "I love you, too." And agreed to be Logan's boyfriend.

At first, everything was great. They talked all the time, and Remus didn't think he could be happier. Then the beginning of the end came.

Logan asked him to take a picture of his shirt off.

Remus still didn't think anything of it. He thought that was what boyfriends did. So he took that first picture and sent it to Logan. And it was okay. Logan told him he was hot, which made Remus feel good. As long as Logan was happy, Remus was, too.

Then Logan started asking for more. Remus didn't always want to take them, and he said as much. Logan respected that, and things were good. They talked about Star Wars and RWBY and texted each other memes when they were upset. Sometimes, Logan's self esteem dropped pretty low, but Remus was always there for him.

Remus didn't really think about it when Logan yelled at him for liking a RWBY theory he didn't agree with and commanded Remus not to watch any other theory videos Logan didn't preapprove. Or when Remus said a song reminded him of them, and Logan told him he had ruined the song for him.

One day, Remus told Logan, "You never push me to do anything. I appreciate that."

"I don't, do I?" Logan said.

Logan asked for pictures again some time later. When Remus said no, he was tired and his sister was there, Logan asked if he could try. Remus said no again, and Logan kept pushing. Finally, Remus snapped, "I said no, stop asking!" Logan apologized and said he just got carried away.

But he kept doing the same thing over and over.

Once, Remus's mom found him crying in the middle of the night. He told her he had just listened to So Big/So Small from Dear Evan Hansen and it had hit too close to home. The truth was, Logan had been talking about Remus's parents like they were together, and Remus had tried to get him to stop because it upset him. Logan kept brushing him off, and had snapped at Remus after a bit.

Remus finally agreed to take pictures for Logan to get him off his back. But Logan just kept asking for more. With Marching Band and school, and now the things Logan asked Remus to do with his clothes off piling up like asignments, Remus was stressed out. Once, Logan threatened to withold affection if Remus didn't take pictures, which made it harder to say no in the future. Everything was always about sex, and Logan never wanted to hear songs in musicals Remus liked, even though Remus at least listened to all the songs Logan sent him. He loved Logan, but it was starting to be to much.

He was starting to get annoyed with when Logan would tell Remus not to make Indianna Jones references because, "Indy was his thing."

Then Logan wouldn't answer his messages for a day. He was back the next day, and reassured Remus he had just been at a friend's house. It was okay.

But then he disappeared again, this time for months. Remus was confused and worried and sad. Had he done something wrong? Was Logan cheating on him? Was Logan sick or hurt? Remus texted Logan often, giving him updates and asking if he was okay, to no response. He took pictures and sent them to Logan, because Logan had wanted pictures and if Remus gave Logan what he wanted, he might come back, right?

But Logan didn't come back for a long time.

It was the day before Marching Band Championships. His friend Virgil was upset about something, two friends were fighting because they both liked him, and Remus was miserable. And then, Logan texted him, I.... I told you not to text me unless I text you.

I'm sorry, Remus answered.

Never again.

I promise. I love you.

Logan didn't say anything else. Remus was lost and stressed, and sad. He hid and cried for a while. He didn't hide well, though, because everyone saw him, and checked in on him. He was making everyone worried. He was being a burden. So, he did the only thing he could think of.

He wrapped his hands around his throat and squeezed. But his body wouldn't let him deprive himself of air and just die like he needed to. Like he deserved to.

He prepared to try again. He started writing a note to his brother-friend, Janus, but didn't get too far. He made plans to try again months later. He heard from Logan again briefly before months more of silence. Then he found out that Logan was in the hospital.

Months more passed, and he heard from Logan briefly a few times. They talked like they were dating still, but their conversations were sporadic and Remus felt hollow all the time. So, in April that year, he ended things. Logan tried to get him to stay, but Remus finally stood up for his mental health and broke up with him, but agreed to be friends.

***

Remus laid down in bed and watched one of Patton's Tik Toks, smiling. He was okay now. He still talked to Logan, but he wasn't a mess because of him anymore.

There were bad things because of him sometimes still. Remus didn't like taking selfies. He had a hard time saying no to sexual things guys wanted to do, and there were intrusive thoughts lingering in the background of his mind still. Every time a friend said they liked Remus because he was so nice to him, he wanted to scream, "YES, I'M NICE TO YOU! I'M CHAOTIC AND STRANGE AND I'M NICE TO PEOPLE!"

But ha had moved on. He dated other guys. He was on the road to recovery. He was going to be okay.

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Not tagging anyone in this for reasons. Please don't hate on any of the characters in this because you don't like what happened. I used the characters to talk about my experience during that time in my life without anyone attacking my ex.

If there's anything I need to add to the trigger warnings, let me know.

#vent #logan sanders #sanders sides #remus sanders #logan x remus

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merlybird500 · 5 years

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Rain.

Harry Potter and Sanders Sides crossover AU.

Word Count: 1714

Summary: Patton’s out walking in the rain, when he comes across a small boy sitting in a flower garden.

Warnings: The Dursley’s, child abuse, Harry is high-key malnourished bc of the Dursley’s neglect

Characters: Patton Sanders, Harry Potter, Vernon Dursley, Dudley Dursley, Roman Sanders

Relationships: Royality

Notes: A bit of background info, Patton’s a werewolf and Roman’s his half-veela boyfriend. They live in America but Roman’s family lives in England which is why they are there. I’ll make a more in depth post about the sides and what they are later. Also, I know that the adoption process in this is incredibly inaccurate, however this is my story, so just say that Patton used magic or something. Also it’s not beta-read. If anyone wants to beta-read for further installments, please let me know.

Patton loved the rain. He loved the way that the clouds swept in to hide him from the moon’s prying eyes, the different tones of grey and white etched across the sky like a paint across a canvas. He loved the cool feel of the raindrops against his skin, the way that it soothed the wolf prowling under his skin. He loved the colours that the sky turned, blues and greys and purples, and the sound of the rain when it thundered against the roof.

Yeah, the rain was the best. It was the best of the best, so he went for a walk after dinner to appreciate it. Okay, so maybe he’d gotten a few odd looks, who wouldn't look at him weirdly? He was a chubby 23-year old in a sweater-vest, blue polo shirt, and khakis, out walking barefoot in the pouring rain. However, rain being good did not explain why there was a small child crouched in a flowerbed out the front of the house a few houses down from Roman’s uncle’s house. At least he looked like a child, with a mop of soaking-wet, raven black hair and stick-thin limbs.

The kid looked up as Patton approached, emerald green eyes staring up from behind circular glasses.

“Heya kiddo,” Patton said, careful to keep his voice soft. “Whatcha doin’ out in the rain?”

Green-Eyes, as Patton mentally dubbed him (he couldn’t just call him “the kid”) blinked.

“What’re you doing out in the rain?”

Patton couldn’t help but laugh at that, Green-Eyes had a sense of humour, but he quickly bit back his amusement when the kid flinched back.

“I’m just enjoying the weather.” Patton said, slowly kneeling down next to the kid.

Green-Eyes just looked down and picked at the dirt under his stubby nails.

“I really like the rain,” Patton said, settling back onto his haunches and gazing up at the grey sky. “The way it makes the sky look like someone’s taken a paintbrush and splashed a bunch of grey and white paint onto a bunch of blue paper. I think it’s super pretty.”

Green-Eyes nodded. He moved to mirror Patton’s posture, crossing his legs and folding his hands in his lap. The soaked fabric of his shirt shifted to reveal a patch of bruised, purple-blue skin on his bony arm, and the wolf swelled angrily inside Patton’s chest.

“You think you could tell me what brings you out in this lovely rain?? Patton asked.

“I was being too loud,” he said, “Aunt Petunia has visitors over this evening, and I was getting in the way.”

“And how old are you kiddo?”

Green-Eyes proudly held up his hand, then paused, frowning. After a moment, he stuck up another finger. “Six!”

Patton’s heart sunk in his chest. Green-Eyes was tiny for his age. He had his suspicions, and this only further confirmed them. “Is there any chance I could speak to your parents about this?”

“Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia say they died in a car crash.” Green-Eyes paused, and tilted his head to one side. He blinked once, twice, three times, reminding Patton of Glorian, Roman’s owl. “I don’t know what that is though.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Patton leaned back, taking a deep breath. “What’s your name, kiddo?”

Green-Eyes blinked up at him from behind his glasses, and his lips split into a wide smile. “Nobody’s ever asked me that before!”

The loud bang of a door slamming open cut through the quiet, and Green-Eyes flinched back, his mouth snapping shut.

“Get inside, Freak!”

Patton turned to see the speaker, silhouetted by the light from inside the house. It was a young boy, or Patton assumed it was a boy, reminiscent of Violet from Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory, albeit less blue.

“Hey now,” Patton reprimanded, Dad Senses™ activating. “That’s not a very nice thing to call someone.”

“And how is that any of your business?” A new voice cut in, the speaker a beefy man with a large moustache who seemed to have forgotten that humans had evolved to have necks. “How my son talks to my nephew is his business, not yours. And anyway,” he said, sneering, “he is a freak. Just look at him.”

Patton stood up, moving in front of Green-Eyes protectively. “Vernon, I presume.”

Moustache puffed up, face turning a shade of red similar to rotten tomatoes. “Did the freak tell you that?”

“Your nephew’s been out in the cold for what seems like quite a while. I don’t understand why you aren’t worried about him getting sick.” Patton remarked, what Roman called his Disapproving Dad Look™ in full force.

Moustache (Patton refused to call him Vernon. To call him Vernon was to give him respect, and people like that didn’t deserve Patton’s respect) turned even redder. “He is none of you business young man. What my nephew does is my business, not yours!”

“So you admit that him being out in the rain is your business?”

“What?” Moustache blustered, “Yes? No? You’re trying to confuse me.”

“And succeeding apparently,” Patton said snidely to himself, then plastered his most innocent smile onto his face. Behind him, Green-Eyes snickered. Whoops. He hadn’t meant for anyone to hear that. “I’m just concerned about the welfare of your nephew. I’d hate for someone to have to call the Child Protection Services.”

“What? He’s doing just fine under our care”

Patton ramped his well-meaning smile up to eleven. “I don’t see how leaving large, hand-shaped bruises on your nephew’s arm counts as care, my friend.”

“Why do you care so much about some random freak-show?” Violet 2.0 asked, evidently trying to exude his father’s bluster. Yup, Patton could see the family resemblance.

“I’m just a bystander who cares too much,” Patton replied. The wolf growled threateningly in his chest, and Patton was struck by a surge of protectiveness. He shifted slightly to further shield the small boy behind him.

“Well if you care so much about him, why don’t you take the little freak?” Vernon snapped.

Patton was suddenly incredibly grateful that he lived with Roman, and had picked some acting tips from him, because in that moment he was having trouble keeping his jaw off of the ground. Yes, he could tell that Moustache didn’t hold his nephew in the highest regard, but he never would’ve guessed that he’d abandon the boy at the drop of a hat. Normally, Patton wouldn't say that he hated people, but he really hated this guy.

He turned, kneeling in front of Green-Eyes. “Would you like that, kiddo?”

Green-Eyes’s green eyes widened.

Patton smiled gently. “Just say the word.”

The boy nodded, slowly at first then speeding up into a frenzy of frantic head-bobbing.

“What do you say then, Moustache?” Patton said, straightening up to his full height of 5’8”. He had an inch on Moustache, he noted with a touch of vindictiveness.

“What-” Moustache spluttered, face purpling. “You- you- Fine! Great! Take the little freak off of my hands! Just don’t come crawling back when he corrupts you with his freakishness!”

Patton placed his hand on the boy's shoulder, feather-light and comforting. “Believe me. I won’t.”

He swallowed down the instinct to just snatch Green-Eyes up and apparate away with him.

“So what’s your name, kiddo?”

Green-Eyes looked up at him, and Patton was struck by how tiny he was. All big green eyes, thin face and knobbly knees, he looked incredibly small, drowning in oversized clothes. The wolf growled, seemingly protective for the first time in Patton’s memory.

“Harry Potter, sir.”

“No need to call me sir, Harry, Patton’s fine. Now, you go and get your things, and I’ll be back for you soon.” He turned to Moustache, Disapproving Dad Stare™ in full force. “You will treat Harry nicely, and I will be back to sign whatever papers I need to sign, and to pick Harry up.”

He ruffled Harry’s hair. “Don’t worry kiddo. I’ll be back for you as soon as I can be.”

Harry smiled up at him, wide-eyed and innocent. “I believe you sir- mister- Mister Patton.”

Patton shot Moustache one more Dad Look™, and turned to walk back down the street.

He soon arrived back at Roman’s Uncle’s house, the house the same cookie-cutter dollhouse as every other house on the street. He’d found it endearing when he first saw it, but now, after meeting Harry and Moustache the quaint tidiness of it had lost its charm.

He let himself in as quietly as he could, at the same time doing his best not to drip on anything too nice. After everything that had happened in the last hour or so he’d forgotten about the pouring rain, and he couldn’t bring himself to acknowledge the chill that it had brought upon him.

Stripping out of his sopping wet clothes and hanging them up on the heated-towel rail in the bathroom, he pulled on his comfiest cat onesie (yes, he packed multiple) and fluffiest socks.

When he finally left the bathroom and made his way out to the living room, he found Roman, fast asleep on the foldout couch. Patton smoothed a stray strand of his boyfriend’s flaxen hair out of his face, and brushed a kiss over his forehead, before climbing into bed beside him.

Apparently Moustache had friends in high places because a few days later Patton found himself in a courtroom, signing his name on adoption papers with a Roman-like flourish.

Another few hours passed, and he stepped through Roman’s Uncle’s door, Harry sleeping feather-light in his arms. He shut the door behind him with his foot, and it closed with a satisfying click.

Behind him, Roman cleared his throat.

Patton jumped, and spun around, the epitome of a man with his hand stuck in the cookie jar.

He smiled as innocently as he could. “Hi honey! How was your day?”

Roman crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow. “I mean, my boyfriend disappeared on me right after breakfast. But other than that it’s been okay. How was your day?”

“Great!”

“So what’s that?” Roman asked, pointing a manicured finger towards the bundle in Patton’s arms.

Wait. Did Patton forget to tell Roman that he was adopting a child? Whoops. He dialled his smile up to eleven, chuckling uneasily.

“Surprise!”

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Trump could not have become America’s President if he had not won the “vote” of his nation’s second-largest political donor in 2016, casinos-owner Sheldon Adelson.

In publicly recorded donations, as of 25 December 2018, Adelson and his wife donated $82,522,800 to Republican candidates in 2016, and this amount doesn’t include any of the secret money. Of that sum, it’s virtually impossible to find out how much went specifically to Trump’s campaign for President, but, as of 9 May 2017, the Adelsons were publicly recorded as having donated $20.4 million to Trump’s campaign.

Their impact on the Presidential contest was actually much bigger than that, however, because even the Adelsons’ non-Trump-campaign donations went to the Republican Party, and the rest went to Republican pro-Trump candidates, and the rest went to Republican PACS — and, so, a large percentage (if not all) of that approximately $60 million non-Trump-campaign political expenditure by the Adelsons was boosting Trump’s Presidential vote.

The second-largest Republican donor in 2016 was the hedge fund manager Paul Singer, at $26,114,653. It was less than a third, 31.6%, as large as the Adelsons’ contribution. Singer is the libertarian who proudly invests in weak entities that have been sucked dry by the aristocracy and who almost always extracts thereby, in the courts, far larger returns-on-investment than do other investors, who have simply settled to take a haircut on their failing high-interest-rate loans to that given weak entity.

Singer hires the rest of his family to run his asset-stripping firm, which is named after his own middle name, “Elliott Advisors,” and he despises any wealthy person who won’t (like he does) fight tooth-and-nail to extract, from any weak entity, everything that can possibly be stripped from it. His Elliott Advisors is called a “vulture fund,” but that’s an insult to vultures, who instead eat corpses. They don’t actually attack and rip apart vulnerable struggling animals, like Singer’s operation does.

So, that’s the top two, on the Republican Party side.

On the Democratic Party side, the largest 2016 donor was the largest of all political donors in 2016, the hedge fund manager Thomas Steyer, $91,069,795. The second-largest was hedge fund manager Donald S. Sussman, $41,841,000. Both of them supported Hillary Clinton against Bernie Sanders, and then against Donald Trump.

As of 23 January 2019, the record shows that Trump received $46,873,083in donations larger than $200, and $86,749,927 in donations smaller than $200. Plus, he got $144,764 in PAC contributions. Hillary Clinton received$300,111,643 in over-$200 donations, and $105,552,584 in under-$200 donations. Plus, she got $1,785,190 in PAC donations. She received 6.4 times as much in $200+ donations as Trump did. She received 1.2 times as much in under-$200 donations as he did. Clearly, billionaires strongly preferred Hillary.

So, it’s understandable why not only America’s Democratic Party billionaires but also many of America’s Republican Party billionaires want President Trump to become replaced ASAP by his V.P., President Pence, who has a solid record of doing only whatever his big donors want him to do. For them, the wet dream would be a 2020 contest between Mike Pence or a clone, versus Hillary Clinton or a clone (such as Joe Biden or Beto O’Rourke). That would be their standard fixed game, America’s heads-I-win-tails-you-lose ‘democracy’.

On 18 January 2018 was reported that, “Trump pulled in $107 million in individual contributions, nearly doubling President Barack Obama’s 2009 record of $53 million.”

However, in both of those cases, the figures which were being compared were actually donations to fund the inaugural festivities, not the actual campaigns. But Adelson led there, too: “Casino magnate Sheldon Adelson was [the] most generous [donor], giving $5 million to the inaugural committee.”

The second-biggest donor to that was Hushang Ansary of Stewart & Stevenson, at $2 million. He had previously been the CEO of the National Iranian Oil Company until the CIA-appointed dictator, the brutal and widely hated Shah, was overthrown in 1979 and replaced by Iran’s now theocratically overseen limited democracy. The US aristocracy, whose CIA had overthrown Iran’s popular and democratically elected Prime Minister in 1953, installed the Shah to replace that elected head-of-state, and they then denationalized and privatized Iran’s oil company, so as to cut America’s aristocrats in on Iran’s oil.

Basically, America’s aristocracy stole Iran in 1953, and Iranians grabbed their country back in 1979, and US billionaires have been trying to get it back ever since. Ansary’s net worth is estimated at “over $2 billion,” and, “By the 1970s, the CIA considered Ansary to be one of seventeen members of ‘the Shah’s Inner Circle’ and he was one of the Shah’s top two choices to succeed Amir Abbas Hoveyda as Prime Minister.”

But, that just happened to be the time when the Shah became replaced in an authentic revolution against America’s dictatorship. Iran’s revolution produced the country’s current partially democratic Government. So, this would-be US stooge Ansary fled to America, which had been Iran’s master during 1953-79, and he was welcomed with open arms by Amerca’s and allied aristocracies.

Other than the Adelsons, the chief proponents of regime-change in Iran since 1979 are the US-billionaires-controlled CIA, and ‘news’-media, and Government, and the Shah’s family, and the Saud family, and Israel’s apartheid regime headed by the Adelsons’ protégé in Israel, Netanyahu. America’s billionaires want Iran back, and the CIA represents them (the Deep State) — not the American public — precisely as it did in 1953, when the CIA seized Iran for America’s billionaires.

In the current election-cycle, 2018, the Adelsons have thus far invested $123,208,200, all in Republicans, and this tops the entire field. The second-largest political investor, for this cycle, is the former Republican Mayor of NYC, Michael Bloomberg, at $90,282,515, all to Democrats. Is he a Republican, or is he a Democrat? Does it actually make any difference? He is consistently a promoter of Wall Street. The third-largest donor now is Tom Steyer, at $70,743,864, all to Democrats. The fourth-largest is a Wisconsin libertarian-conservative billionaire, Richard Uihlein, at $39,756,996.

Back on 19 March 2018, Politico reported that “Uihlein and his wife, Elizabeth, are currently the biggest Republican donors of the 2018 midterm elections, having given $21 million to candidates for federal office and super PACs that will support them. And that doesn’t include their funding of state candidates.” On 1 October 2016, International Business Times had listed the top ten donors to each of the two Parties, and the Uihleins at that time were #4 on the Republican side, at $21.5 million.

Of course, all of the top donors are among the 585 US billionaires, and therefore they can afford to spend lots on the Republican and/or Democratic nominees. Open Secrets reported on 31 March 2017 that “Of the world’s 100 richest billionaires, 36 are US citizens and thus eligible to donate to candidates and other political committees here. OpenSecrets Blog found that 30 of those [36] [or five sixths of the total 36 wealthiest Americans] actually did so, contributing a total of $184.4 million — with 58 percent [of their money] going to Republican efforts.” Democratic Party nominees thus got 42%; and, though it’s not as much as Republican ones get, it’s usually enough so that if a Democrat becomes elected, that person too will be controlled by billionaires.

For example, in the West Virginia Democratic Presidential primary in 2016, Bernie Sanders won all 55 counties in the state but that state’s delegation to the Democratic National Convention handed 19 of the state’s 37 votes at the Convention to his opponent, Hillary Clinton, who got more money from billionaires than all other US Presidential candidates combined. The millions of Democrats who voted for Hillary Clinton were voting for the billionaires’ favorite, and she and her DNC stole the Party’s nominationfrom Sanders, who was the nation’s most-preferred Presidential candidate in 2016; and, yet, most of those voters still happily voted, yet again, for her, in the general election — as if she hadn’t practically destroyed the Party by prostituting it to its billionaires even more than Obama had already done.

Of course, she ran against Trump, and, for once, the billionaires were shocked to find that their enormous investment in a candidate had been for naught. That’s how incompetent she was. But they still kept control over both of the political Parties, and the Sanders choice to head the DNC (the Democratic National Committee, the Democratic Party itself) lost out to the Obama-Clinton choice, so that today’s Democratic Party is still the same: winning is less important to them than serving their top donors is.

This means that America’s winners of federal elections represent almost entirely America’s 585 billionaires, and not the 328,335,647 Americans (as of noon on 23 January 2019). Of course, there is a slight crossover of interests between those two economic classes, since 0.000002 of those 328,335,647, or 0.0002% of them, are billionaires. However, if 0.0002% of federal office-holders represent the public, and the remaining 99.9998% represent the billionaires, then is that actually a bipartisan Government? If instead 99.9998% represented 328,335,062 Americans, and 0.0002% represented the 585 billionaires; then, that, too, wouldn’t be bipartisan, but would it be a democratic (small “d”) government? So, America is not a democracy (regardless of whether it’s bipartisan); it is instead an aristocracy, just like ancient France was, and the British empire, etc. The rest of America’s population (the 328,335,062 other Americans) are mere subjects, though we are officially called ‘citizens’, of this actual aristocracy.

The same is true in Israel, the land that the Adelsons (the individuals who largely control America) are so especially devoted to. On 8 November 2016, Israel’s pro-Hillary-Clinton and anti-Netanyahu Ha’aretz newspaper headlined “The Collapsing Political Triangle Linking Adelson, Netanyahu and Trump”, and reported that Ha’aretz’s bane and top competitor was the freely distributed daily Israeli newspaper, Israel Hayom, and:

Israel Hayom was founded by Adelson nine years ago, in order to give Netanyahu – who has been rather harshly treated by the Israeli media throughout his political career – a friendly newspaper. Under Israeli law, the total sum an individual can donate to a politician or party is very limited, and corporate donations are not allowed.

Israel Hayom has been a convenient loophole, allowing Adelson to invest the sort of money he normally gives American politicians on Netanyahu’s behalf. It has no business model and carries far fewer ads than most daily newspapers. While the privately owned company does not publish financial reports, industry insiders estimate that Adelson must spend around $50 million annually on the large team of journalists and the printing and distribution operations.

Distributed for free, in hundreds of thousands of copies the length and breadth of the country, Israel Hayom … clings slavishly to the line from Netanyahu’s office – praising him and his family to the heavens while smearing his political rivals, both on the left and the right.

A billionaire can afford to use his or her ‘news’-media in lieu of political campaign donations. Lots of billionaires do that. They don’t need to make direct political donations. And ‘making money’ by owning a ‘news’-medium can even be irrelevant, for them. Instead, owning an important ’news’-medium can be, for them, just another way, or sometimes their only way, to buy control over the government. It certainly works. It’s very effective in Israel.

Adelson is #14 on the 2018 Forbes 400 list of wealthiest Americans, all having net worths of $2.1 billion or more, his being $38.4 billion, just one-third as large as that of Jeff Bezos. Bezos is the owner of around 15% of Amazon Corporation, whose profits are derived almost entirely from the Amazon Web Services that are supplied to the US Pentagon, NSA, and CIA. So, he’s basically a ‘defense’ contractor.

Bezos’s directly owned Washington Post is one of America’s leading neoconservative and neoliberal, or pro-invasion and pro-Democratic Party, media; and, so, his personal ownership of that newspaper is much like his owning a one-person national political PAC to promote whatever national policies will increase his fortune. The more that goes to the military and the less that goes to everything else, the wealthier he will become. His newspaper pumps the ‘national security threats’ to America.

Adelson controls Israel’s Government. Whereas he might be a major force in America’s Government, that’s actually much more controlled by the world’s wealthiest person, the only trillionaire, the King of Saudi Arabia. He has enough wealth so that he can buy almost anybody he wants — and he does, through his numerous agents. But, of course, both Israel’s Government and Saudi Arabia’s Government hate Iran’s Government at least as much as America’s Government does.

In fact, if Russia’s Government weren’t likely to defend Iran’s Government from an invasion, then probably Iran would already have been invaded. Supporters of America’s Government are supporters of a world government by America’s billionaires, because that’s what the US Government, in all of its international functions (military, diplomatic, etc.) actually represents: it’s America’s global dictatorship.

They throw crumbs to America’s poor so as to make it a ‘two-party’ and not merely a ‘one-party’ government and so that one of the Parties can call itself ‘the Democratic Party’, but America’s is actually a one-party government, and it represents only the very wealthiest, in both Parties. The aristocracy’s two separate party-organizations compete against each other. But their real audience is the aristocracy’s dollars, not the public’s voters. This “two-Party” dictatorship (by the aristocracy) is a different governing model than in China and some other countries.

The great investigative journalist Wayne Madsen headlined on January 24th “Trump Recognition of Rival Venezuelan Government Will Set Off a Diplomatic Avalanche” and he reported the possibility of a war developing between the US and Russia over America’s aggression against Venezuela. US media even have pretended that the US Government isn’t the one that customarily perpetrates coups in Latin America, and pretended that Russia’s and Cuba’s Governments are simply blocking ‘democracy’ from blossoming in Venezuela.

On January 24th, Middle East Eye reported that Morgan Stanley’s CEO James Gorman had just told the World Economic Forum, in Davos, that the torture-murder of Saudi Crown Prince Salman’s critic and Washington Postcolumnist Jamal Khashoggi was “unacceptable,” “But what do you do? What part do you play in the process of economic and social change?”and the report continued: “Gorman said he did not judge any country’s attempts to root out corruption,” and Gorman and a French tycoon joined in throwing their “weight behind Riyadh’s economic and social direction, by saying, ‘it is quite difficult and brave what the kingdom is doing’,” by its ‘reforms’. It was all being done to ‘root out corruption, and to spread democracy’. Sure.

There’s “a sucker born every minute,” except now it’s every second. That seems to be the main way to win votes.

On January 26th, Trump appointed the fascist Elliott Abrams to lead this ‘democratization of Venezuela’, by overthrowing and replacing the elected President by the second-in-line-of succession (comparable in Venezuela to removing Trump and skipping over the Vice President and appointing Nancy Pelosi as America’s President, and also violating the Venezuelan Constitution’s requirement that the Supreme Judicial Trbunal must first approve before there can be ANY change of the President without an election by the voters).

It’s clearly another US coup that is being attempted here. Trump, by international dictat, says that this Venezuelan traitor whom the US claims to be installing is now officially recognized by the US Government to be the President of Venezuela. Bloomberg News reported that Abrams would join Trump’s neocon Secretary of State on January 26th at the UN to lobby there for the UN to authorize Trump’s intended Venezuelan coup. The EU seemed strongly inclined to follow America’s lead. On the decisive U.N. body, the Permanent Security Council, of China, France, Russia, UK, and US, the US position was backed by three: US, France, and UK. Russia and China were opposed.

In the EU, only France, Germany, Spain, and UK, came out immediately backing the US position. On January 25th, Russia’s Tass news agency was the first to report on the delicate strategic situation inside Venezuela. It sounded like the buildup to Obama’s successful coup in Ukraine in February 2014, but in Venezuela and under Trump. In fact, at least two commentaors other than I have noted the apparent similarities: Whitney Webb at “Washington Follows Ukraine, Syria Roadmap in Push for Venezuela Regime Change” and RT at “‘Venezuela gets its Maidan’: Ukrainian minister makes connection between regime change ops”.

Perhaps the US regime thinks that testing the resolve of Russia’s Government, regarding Venezuela, would be less dangerous than testing it over the issue of Iran. But Big Brother says that this imposition of America’s corruption is instead merely a part of rooting out corruption and spreading democracy and human rights, throughout the world.

The US has managed to get Venezuela in play, to control again. Some American billionaires think it’s a big prize, which must be retaken. The largest oil-and-gas producers — and with the highest reserves of oil-and-gas in the ground — right now, happen to be Saudi Arabia, Iran, Qatar, Russia, Venezuela, and US. So, for example, Venezuela is a much bigger prize than Brazil.

All of those countries have an interest in denying the existence of human-produced global warming, and in selling as much of their product as quickly as possible before the world turns away from fossil fuels altogether. High-tech doesn’t drive today’s big-power competition nearly so much as does the fossil-fuels competition — to sell as much of it as they can, as fast as they can. The result of this competition could turn out to be a nuclear winter that produces a lifeless planet and thus prevents the planet from becoming lifeless more slowly from global burnout — the alternative outcome, which would be produced by the burnt fossil fuels themselves. Either way, the future looks bleak, no matter what high-tech produces (unless high-tech produces quickly a total replacement of fossil fuels, and, in the process, bankrupts many of the billionaires who are so active in the current desperate and psychopathic global competition).

This is what happens when wealth worldwide is so unequally distributed that the “World’s Richest 0.7% Own 13.67 Times as Much as World’s Poorest 68.7%”. According to economic theory (which has always been written by agents for the aristocracy), the distribution of wealth is irrelevant. This belief was formalized by a key founder of today’s mathematized economic theory, Vilfredo Pareto, who, for example, in his main work, the 1912 Trattato di Sociologia Generale, wrote (# 2135), that, though “the lover of equality will assign a high coefficient to the utility of the lower classes and get a point of equilibrium very close to the equalitarian condition, there is no criterion save sentiment for choosing between the one [such equality of wealth] and the other [a single person — whom he called “superman” — owning everything].”

The article on Pareto in the CIA’s Wikipedia doesn’t even so much as mention this central feature of Pareto’s thinking, the feature that’s foundational in all of the theory of “welfare” in economics. Pareto was also the main theoretician of fascism, and the teacher of Mussolini. This belief is at the foundation of capitalism as we know it, and as it has been in economic theory ever since, actually, the 1760s. Pareto didn’t invent it; he merely mathematized it.

So, we’ve long been in 1984, or at least building toward it. But US-allied billionaires wrote this particular version of it; George Orwell didn’t. And it’s not a novel. It’s the real thing. And it is now becoming increasingly desperate.

If, in recognizing this, you feel like a hog on a factory-farm, then you’ve got the general idea of this reality. It’s the problem that the public faces. But the publics in the US and its allied regimes are far less miserable than the publics in the countries that the US and its allied regimes are trying to take over — the targeted countries (such as Syria). To describe any realistic solution to this systematic global exploitation would require an entire book, at the very least — no mere article, such as here. The aristocracy anywhere wouldn’t publish such a book. Nobody would likely derive any significant income from writing it. That’s part of the reality, which such a book would be describing.

However, a key part of this reality is that for the billionaires — the people who control international corporations or corporations that even are aspiring to grow beyond their national market — their nation’s international policies are even more important to them than its domestic affairs (such as the toxic water in Flint, Michigan; or single-payer health insurance — matters that are relatively unimportant to billionaires), and, therefore, the most-censored and least-honestly reported realities on the part of the aristocracy’s ‘news’-media are the international ones. And, so, this is the field where there is the most lying, such as about “Saddam’s WMD,” and about all foreign countries.

However, when a person is in an aristocracy’s military, deception of that person is even more essential, especially in the lower ranks, the troops, because killing and dying for one’s aristocracy is far less attractive than killing or dying in order honestly to serve and protect an authentic democracy. Propagandizing for the myth that the nation is a democracy is therefore extremely important in any aristocracy.

Perhaps this is the reason why, in the United States, the military is consistently the institution that leads above all others in the public’s respect. It’s especially necessary to do that, in the nation that President Barack Obama repeatedly said is “the one indispensable nation”. This, of course, means that every other nation is “dispensable.” Any imperial nation, at least since ancient Rome, claimed the same thing, and invaded more nations than any other in the world when it was the leading imperial nation, because this is what it means to be an empire, or even to aspire to being one: imposing that given nation’s will upon other nations — colonies, vassal states, or whatever they are called.

When soldiers know that they are the invaders, not the actual defenders, their motivation to kill and die is enormously reduced. This is the main reason why the ‘news’-media in an imperial nation need to lie constantly to their public. If a news-reporting organization doesn’t do that, no aristocrat will even buy it. And virtually none will advertise in it or otherwise donate to it. It will be doomed to remain very small and unprofitable in every way (because the “World’s Richest 0.7% Own 13.67 Times as Much as World’s Poorest 68.7%”). Billionaires donate to ‘news’-organizations that might report accurately about domestic US problems, but not to ones that report accurately about international affairs, especially about important international affairs. Even liberal ‘news’-media are neoconservative, or favorable toward American invasions and coups. In order to be a significant player in the ‘news’-business in the United States, one has to be.

So: this is how America’s dictatorship works. This is not America’s exceptionalism: it is America’s ordinariness. America’s Founders had wanted to produce something not just exceptional but unique in its time: a democratic republic. But what now exists here is instead a dictatorial global empire, and it constitutes the biggest threat to the very existence of the United Nations ever since that body’s founding in 1945. If that body accepts as constituting the leader of Venezuela the person that America’s President declares to be Venezuela’s leader, then the U.N. is effectively dead.

This would be an immense breakthrough for all of the US regime’s billionaires, both domestically and throughout its allied countries (such as in France, Germany, Spain, and UK). It would be historic, if they win. It would be extremely grim, and then the U.N. would immediately need to be replaced. The US and its allies would refuse to join the replacement organization. That organization would then authorize economic sanctions against the US and its allies. These will be reciprocated. The world would break clearly into two trading-blocs. In a sense, the UN’s capitulation to the US on this matter would create another world war, WW III. It would be even worse than when Neville Chamberlain accepted Hitler’s offer regarding the Sudetenland. We’d be back to the start of WW II, with no lessons learned since then. And with nuclear weapons.

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The mysterious Sides of Amity

It was a rough day for Virgil. He just moved to Amity Park. The last few weeks were pretty stressful, to say at least. The packing, the driving, constantly thinking about the new town and how he would ruin his social reputation this time, were getting on his nerves.

His family moved around a lot. Virgil generally didn't mind. His social skills were not that great so he didn't have a hard time saying good bye to his schoolmates. They probably didn't even notice that he was gone. (Wow what a clichee)

This time it felt different though. This time the city they were going to was apparently the most haunted town in America. Virgil wouldn't say it out loud if you’d ask him, but he was honestly a little scared.

The first day he didn't leave the house, remaining quiet and peaceful in his room, thinking about his new school.

The second day he already had to go to said school and honestly, he found that quite rude. But Virgil accepted his fate and went to school, unmotivated and anxious as ever.

It looked like every normal high school you see in every movie. Boring and plain. Full of high school clichés and cliques. The jocks were present, the cheerleaders, the nerds, the band, all of them were here. Even the last bit of hope for a new school experience was gone now.

Sighing, Virgil made his way into Casper High.

As he opened the doors, a smiling figure almost bumped into Virgil, only to stop a second before a serious impact.

"Hi there! You must be Virgil! My name is Patton and I am here to welcome you into our nice little school!" The person began shaking Virgil’s hand and didn't stop for 6 seconds, making the situation very awkward.

Virgil, still shook about the incident, never saw anyone smiling as bright as this person. The person, apparently named Patton, was wearing a grey cardigan with a bright blue shirt underneath. Even though he also wore big glasses, they didn't distract from the big smile he still had. Virgil thought that absolutely nothing could distract from this smile. Patton began talking again

"Worry no more about a scary first school day because I am here to guide you around! I was new last year so I know how you feel. Believe me, I was very lost at the beginning. So I decided, if there is a new student coming here, I will personally ensure that this person will feel welcome and has a friend to come to right away!"

He spoke with such a speed, that Virgil believed he would suffocate any second now. And yet he was grateful to have someone as optimistic as Patton to guide him around. Normally he would find it incredibly awkward to be guided around by some student who just wants the extra credit for this job, but Patton seemed like he genuinely cared about the weird new guy on the block and that made Virgil feel a little more at ease.

They began to walk around school, every now and then Patton began to speak, telling him something interesting about Casper High, about the teachers that passed by or about Amity Park in general.

"Did you know that Amity is the most hunted town in America? I think that’s pretty cool!" Patton said after five minutes of walking through the school.

Virgil waited for that. He heard of it, sure, but hearing it from a person living in Amity? That made it even scarier. He couldn’t stop himself and he just had to ask.

"Haunted as in like, ghosts? Like… actual paranormal invisible ghosts? Isn't that kind of scary? How can you be so chill about it?" Virgil couldn’t hide the fear in his voice. He mentally slapped himself for sounding so scared right in front of the first person that was actually nice to him.

"The people here are used to ghosts I think.”, Patton began to explain, seemingly taking no notice of Virgil’s fear, “Of course it was scary at first but honestly you learn to deal with it. I mean, there are still people who don't get along with these creatures, but pretty much everyone in here doesn’t particularly care anymore when there's a ghost attack. Mostly due to Amity Parks own ghost fighting Hero Danny Phantom!"

Virgil stopped walking and just looked at Patton with wide eyes. Did Patton just really say that?

"Danny What now? Are you telling me, that you guys have, like a super hero kind of person who saves you from the ghosts? Sorry but that sounds almost as believable as a cartoon show for children". He just couldn’t hide the sarcasm in his voice.

Patton just smiled wider and continued explaining. "But it's true! He came around the same time the attacks started to happen frequently. Put the bad ghosts back where they came from. At first, he wasn't very popular but now the town people accepted him as their own hero! I think that’s pretty cool! I mean, which other town could say they have a real life super hero who protects them? One time, an evil ghost king tried to rule over the town but Phantom just defeted him! And saved us. I mean, how cool is that?" Patton ended with a look of admiration in his eyes.

Virgil was sure Patton was joking. I mean, he just couldn’t be serious. First the ghost attacks, then a real life super hero? Just the thought about it seemed so ridiculous that Virgil decided, he wouldn’t believe any of this until he sees it with his own eyes.

(okay so, i am so sorry.. i know this is badly written and barely readable. it is basically my first fanfiction - like writing thing and english is not my first language and i am so sorry if you are used to better stuff but thanks to @davidthetraveler ‘s ask to make a Danny Phantom / Sanders Sides Crossover i had to write this and i know its bad but i want to continue and i’m just gonna leave this here and i have a few ideas but actually no idea where this story would end if it ended sometime idk... i am sorry for wasting your time i will stop now,....)

#sanders sides #danny phantom #crossover #fic #virgil sanders #patton sanders #anxiety #morality #fanfiction #my writing #I NEVER WROTE ANYTHING I AM SO SORRY FOR WASTING YOUR TIME #UGH #I WILL PROBABLY DELETE THIS LATER

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