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[losinmortalesperdidos]

nine people i'd like to get to know better

last song i listened to: A través de un desierto by Fantastico Hombre Bala currently watching: What Lurks Beneath on YouTube Nothing, but planning to watch Smiley (Spain, 2022) and probably Halo spicy/savory/sweet: Spicy. relationship status: Forever alone current obsession(s): Morti. MORTI. Morti Crepuscular. *heart eyes intensify*

tagged by: @halofcrged

tagging: @anedendarkly, @bruisedconscience, @dxsole and honestly whoever wants to do this.

#tagged #halofcrged #; on the roadside #; little bear

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Indie multi-verse & ship RP blog for the Master Chief of the Halo TV series. 18+ required. 21+ preferred. Multi-muse/hub blog & OC friendly. Written by Penny. Activity varies wildly. Crossovers available for non-Halo threads! Mainly show & headcanon based; games & book & mini series info may be incorporated as I get through it all.

#halofcrged #promo #aggressively promotes

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"Of course, you do." They weren't sure of this but wanted to believe her. They knew, there were people who were inherently evil, who were beyond fixing, but Viola wasn't one of them. She hadn't been born bad, but her father messed with her head and used her as his puppet. He deserved death, but she needed help. Nothing was her fault because she lived by his rules and never knew any other.

They decided to make another attempt to earn her trust and hoped that it wasn't going to turn into a huge mistake. "I lost my papá when I was six. He was a firefighter, there was an accident, and he didn't come home after another fire. He was the most kind and the most supportive person in my life. I still miss him every day. I remember everything about him, and I still miss him." They looked at Viola trying to understand what she was thinking. "I know you loved your daddy no matter what he'd done because he was your daddy. And he loved you the way he could. This love will always be with you, it won't leave you if you talk about him. You won't betray it."

They fell silent for half a minute watching carefully her every move, then spoke again. "They can't fix you, it's impossible, but there's still time to fix something your daddy did, to bring peace to people he hurt."

Not many could handle being in her presence for very long, even if she remained docile. There's such an obvious disconnect— one could only imagine one her age having spent her entire life with someone who only taught her of the world as he saw it. There was prey and there was predator. Nothing more, nothing less. The only women who deserved to live were the ones he deemed necessary— in her youth, Viola had been very proud of the fact that her father deemed her necessary. She was his helper and the only one he could talk to.

That role lost its luster the longer it went on.

"I know that. I know he did that." It's said with a huff, eyes still darting about and not meeting Andro's. She wasn't afraid of them as they were of her, but it was still unnerving. Viola never liked it when people reminded her of this world she did not know and did not understand.

When her therapist first told her that her father's controlling nature was not typical, that fathers shouldn't be like that, she had ripped up every book in his office she could get her hands on until the orderlies took her out.

It's hard to hear that the only way you know how to live is wrong. That you're just so, so wrong.

And they speak of their experience and how things could be fixed— she suddenly shifts, lifting her rear off the chair and replacing it with her feet, curling up and squatting on the chair like a restless child. "They're trying to fix me. That's all they're doing. I've got meds and therapy sessions and I only like the art therapy ones but I dunno if they help— they can't put me in group therapy because I bite and they don't leave me alone with the doctor because I try and hit him. And then you're here," Her head shakes, and nose wrinkles. "'cause they wanna know everything about Daddy. Make a profile. Make sure something like us doesn't happen again— they don't believe I just killed him 'cause I knew he was bad. They don't think I know what's good and bad, but I do."

#dxsole #; por tu noble debilidad #; andro rp

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“Respect is earned. And you still have a long way to go.” For the professor from John / @halofcrged

"One, it was a figure of speech, I hope you heard of those. And two, do you really think I would need your respect, or anyone else's at this point?" What a strange irony, to become an otherworldly being and then meet this giant guy who happened to be lost between planets... dimensions? "The fact that we are forced by circumstances to be temporary traveling companions doesn't make us friends or even potential friends, and let us stick with it. Safer for both of us." He chuckled barely audibly, his yellow eyes glowed in the twilight surrounding them. After a minute's silence, he spoke again, "Respect shouldn't be earned. It must be felt to every living being you meet. And then it may be disillusioned."

#halofcrged #; post vitam #; professor rp

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"Hello, new face," he greeted the man who halted in front of his transparent door made of a special kind of reinforced glass. "I assume, you were the cause of the commotion up there." He pointed at the ceiling of his cell. Something had happened on one of the upper levels, presumably in the observation room. At this time of day, there should be only two guards in the whole facility monitoring the cameras and walking through the corridors once per hour. The last shift passed exactly an hour ago, and he didn't see any of the guards, and then this one appeared. He had expected that something like this had been going to happen, he hadn't expected to see only one man, but it didn't really surprise him. "I would say 'be my guest', but I'm afraid you'll have to let yourself in. Which, I guess, you have no problem with."

@coinquinatvs

#coinquinatvs #; post vitam #; professor rp

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// I made a page for my new muse - The Professor Feel free to play with him (warning: he bites).

#; post vitam #; the professor #new muse

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@coinquinatvs asked:

[ bby Paul, for Tuun~ ] ❝ He's lying, ❞ he whispered in his Master's ear, despite knowing he had probably picked up on the acceleration of his potential business partner's pulse when he'd answered that last question, too. ❝ And he's afraid. I can smell it on him. ❞

He smelled them, the lie, the fear, and he didn't need the confirmation, but only a handful of people, including Paul, knew about this ability of Tuunbaq. Paul's observation was perfectly timed. He smiled, patted his pet's knee, and cocked his head staring at the man across the table the way a snake would've stared at the mouse.

"I see, nobody has ever told you that trying to play me never ends well," he leaned forward, and the man instinctively drew back. He started to deny the accusation shakily, but it was late, and he knew this feeling suddenly small and naked in front of this tall broad figure that emanated sheer terror in this moment. "You're a decoy. Someone else sent you to me." Lie in itself didn't bother him, everyone lied, especially in this business, but fear could mean only one thing, a trap. "What should I do with you?" The man attempted to get up, but one of the Tuunbaq's foot soldiers appeared at his side. The tupilaq turned to Paul, "What should we do with him, huh? What do you think?"

#coinquinatvs #; the god that walks like a man #; tuunbaq rp

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@coinquinatvs asked:

[ bby Paul, for José~ ] ❝ C'mon, Papí, ❞ he whined, crawling into José's lap and plucking the hat from his head - only to drop it haphazardly on his own. ❝ Can't we go swimming or something, instead? Interviews are so.. boring. I know you don't like them. ❞ Yes, he was definitely trying to talk José out of this particular interview.. but realized that they'd both be sitting down for it. ( And he'd be struggling to NOT lash out at the reporter for their stupidity. )

"Pero es una parte de mi trabajo importante para el público." He wrapped his arm around Paul's waist and fixed the hat on his lover's head. "Baby, I can't skip every interview only becose I don't like t'em." That was true, he hated talking to the press no less than Paul hated attending them trying to sit still. Every time he had to lie answering at least half of the questions when a reporter got curious about his family, his childhood, etc. The more secrets he kept, the more intrusive they got, and the angrier got his replies. He felt that gradually he was approaching the point when he would need to disappear, and he wasn't ready yet, he enjoyed the life he had today. "Let me do t'is one, and for t'e rest of t'e night ve'll do votever you vont," he said and looked into Paul's eyes. O convénceme de negarlo.

#coinquinatvs #; te clavaste tú solo a la cruz y te quedaste definitivamente quieto #; josé rp #* but it's a part of my job important for the public #** or convince me to refuse it

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Excerpts from interrogations of Specimen 26.

"Is your name Stanley Robert Sands?" "Is it? What do you think?" "I think you are Professor Stanley Robert Sands, author of several monographs and one questionable book. You lectured in..." "Questionable? Still? I thought you people are more open-minded." "You wrote that Jahannam and Valhalla can exist simultaneously." "Can you prove the opposite?" "Can you?" *smiles*

"Can I call you Stanley?" "You can call me Marie Antoinette, it won't change anything." "Stanley, what were you doing in Afghanistan?" *sarcastically* "I was looking for the Fountain of Youth." "Witnesses say that you were looking for the Gates of Hell." "Possibly. I don't see the difference." "What did you find?" "Incomprehensible things." "Did you find anything?" *smiles*

"Is it true that your ex-wife had a terminal stage of cancer when you left for Afghanistan?" ... "Is this the reason why you headed there?" ... "Did you love your wife, Stanley?" "When we were married." "Did you want to save her?" "Oh... That's cheap, especially for you." ... "Did you eat the soldiers after you killed them?" "Some of them were still alive when I did that."

To be continued.

#; the professor #new muse #; drabble #; post vitam

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click the source for 195 gifs of STANLEY TUCCI in CITADEL S01(2023) & JOLT (2021).  please note that i do not approve of the 5+/- age rule. these were made from scratch and more will be added at my leisure, so please don’t edit, repost or claim as your own or i will eat you. tag me if you’re posting edited gif icons for public use. give this post a like or reblog if useful. enjoy !

#stanley tucci #stanley tucci gifs

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Patient Zero (Stefan Ruzowitzky, 2018).

#patient zero (2018) #patient zero #stanley tucci #; the professor #new muse #; post vitam

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Easy A (2010) dir. Will Gluck

#something the professor would say #once #; the professor #new muse #; post vitam

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Source: Wardsource on Twitter.

#jeff ward #; flip the coin #; side: chance #; celluloid heroes never really die #; roy hardaway #hacks hbo

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Thoughts about The Professor, part 2.

He has been keeping silent since he was captured. His jailers, both scientific and military had used all the interrogation techniques they knew and were trained for, but they weren't able to get an answer to one big question - what had happened in the caves? Eventually, they had several versions (or rather speculations) of what might have happened and one was more fantastic than the other.

Version 1. Sands actually found the gates to the afterworld/Hell, he went through them and came back changed by some supernatural force. Version 2. There were no gates, instead, he met aliens who experimented on him and turned him into what he was now. Version 3. There were no supernatural or alien forces. Professor Sands created some kind of a serum or a virus and used his trip to Afghanistan as a cover to conduct an experiment on himself. Version 4. Russians. The only thing that they know for sure is that Stanley Sands killed the squad of trained and battle-worn soldiers with his bare hands and teeth. He tore their bodies like they were made of paper and presumably ate some parts and organs.

#; the professor #new muse #; post vitam

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Some thoughts about my new OC while I'm waiting for the days off.

Former Professor Stanley Sands (I'm not sure about the surname, but I def keep the name). He specialized in philosophy and mythology of different cultures. His passion was life and death, afterlife and immortality, and the views on the subjects of different religions, present and lost. He wrote a book about the connections between these perceptions where he concluded that all the versions of afterlife could be possible, more than that, they could exist simultaneously. Part of his readers and colleagues called him insane, the other, though smaller, part called him a genius and a prophet.

Professor Sands lectured in several universities and in his time between lectures he traveled around the world studying traces of lost civilizations and evidences of their beliefs. His last trip was to the mountains of Afghanistan right in the middle of the infamous war. He was led there by the rumours of the caves hiding the gates to the afterworld or Hell. Sands was escorted to the mountains by a squad of soldiers. His and their fate after entering one of the caverns remained inconclusive and only became a food for rumors and speculations.

What is reliably known is that weeks after mutilated bodies of the squad were found in a cave and underground tunnel that however didn't lead anywhere. As to Professor Sands, he disappeared into the thin air without any trace and later was detained near one of the U.S. bases. Everything except the very fact of the arrest was hastily classified, and all the surviving participants signed a non-disclosure.

After that traces of Professor Sands are lost completely for the general public. Many publications in media and blogs were erased, their creators refused to comment this.

What people didn't and couldn't know was that the being that once was (?) Stanley Sands now was located on a top-secret scientific/military base as a prisoner identificated as Specimen 26.

To be continued. Sorry for the typos and mistakes, I'm on mobile.

#; the professor #new muse #opinions are welcomed #; on the roadside #; post vitam

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#; on the roadside #anti zionisim #free palestine

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#Enrique Bunbury #; te clavaste tú solo a la cruz y te quedaste definitivamente quieto #; josé manuel de borrego y reyes #; apuesta por el rock'n'roll