#i do know when they're saying man and when they're saying food - arguably two of the most important words
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Chris, I suffer of simpinitis and the only cure is you to write for Arlecchino (just a joke don't feel pressured especially if you end up not liking her also good luck if you're pulling for her)
(Genshin Impact) Arlecchino, Lynette, Xianyun, and Barbara's S/O getting scared by a spider
I don't plan on pulling for her because Clorinde is showing up, but FEAR NOT ANON! Quoth the FFXIV:
Arlecchino watches with vague amusement as S/O suddenly leaps back, nearly into her arms.
She catches them with minimal effort as her eyes slowly track tiny movement on the floor.
A spider was skittering across the floor at a slow pace, making her gaze trail back to S/O.
(Arlecchino) "Spiders are not very likely to attack humans without being provoked. And even then, that is under the most dire of circumstances-"
(S/O) "I-I know, but...they're just creepy!"
(Arlecchino) "Indeed."
With a hum of acknowledgement, she almost drops S/O to the ground as they barely caught themselves in time.
Arlecchino walks over to the spider and gently puts it in a cup before releasing it outside.
She crosses her arms as distant memories from her past came trickling in.
(Arlecchino) "You wouldn't have liked Bambi."
(S/O) "Who's that?"
(Arlecchino) "A pet spider that I once owned."
(S/O) Of course you owned one...
They were smart enough to not say that out loud, but Arlecchino had the faintest hint of a smile on her lips.
She probably knew what they were thinking anyway.
Even when she was spacing out, Lynette could easily spot something moving in the corner of her eye.
(Lynette) "Oh, a spider-"
(S/O) "WHAT?!"
S/O immediately balled up onto the couch, head rapidly darting back and forth.
(S/O) "W-WHERE?!"
Lynette's ears twitched from how loud S/O was being, but she easily grabbed the spider in a cup, noting how S/O was inching away from her.
(Lynette) "It's not even a dangerous kind, just a regular-"
(S/O) "I don't care what it is, just throw it out!"
Lynette smiled and gently let it escape out the house.
As she sat back down next to S/O, her tail swished playfully, though Lynette herself was stoic as ever.
(Lynette) "What are you going to do when i'm not here?"
(S/O) "D-Don't tease me!"
Xianyun adjusts her glasses when she sees a spider on the table.
S/O almost dropped their food completely at the sight of it, while Xianyun looked slightly annoyed.
(Xianyun) "How unsightly for a dinner table."
With a small gust of wind, she flicks it away, making S/O leap out their seat.
(S/O) "GAH! D-Don't fling it at me!"
(Xianyun) "One was not aiming at you, dear. Do be careful, otherwise your plate will drop."
S/O took a deep breath of relief while Xianyun continued to eat.
(Xianyun) "Hm...One has an idea for an invention. We could construct you a machine that can take care of household pests like that."
(S/O) "...W-Would you?"
Xianyun suddenly beams with pride, a gleam of light reflecting off her glasses.
(Xianyun) "Fear not, One will make sure you are never bothered by a spider ever again! We will get started straight away after dinner."
What ended up happening was Xianyun constructed a machine that was too good at killing household pests, to the point it broke parts of the wall.
Both Barbara and S/O yelp when they see a spider speed along the tiles of the Cathedral.
(S/O) "Aw man, it's going up to the ceiling!"
(Barbara) "I-It's not going to drop on our heads, is it?!"
The two exchanged a look that said neither were wanting to find out the answer.
Accepting defeat, the two quickly exited the cathedral out onto the plaza.
(S/O) "Do you think we could ask one of the sisters to help us?"
(Barbara) "U-Um...well-"
It didn't take long for either of them to realize that it'd be absolutely mortifying to ask a sister for something so trivial.
Instead, they decided to practice their singing outside.
Which arguably, was worse since spiders could be anywhere, but it didn't seem to cross their minds as they slowly became comfortable again and laughed the situation off.
Until the next day they forgot about it and entered the cathedral, only to be jumpscared by it as it sat on the pews they were at.
#genshin impact imagines#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact headcanons#arlecchino x reader#lynette x reader#xianyun x reader#barbara pegg x reader#arlecchino genshin#lynette genshin impact#xianyun genshin#barbara pegg
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Hey!! For the a ship, a trope, a sentence ask game: How about Icemav - accidental secret realtionship with "you guys walked in on us in the locker room, more than once, how did you not know?"
Maverick is nervous. He knows, realistically, that he shouldn't be. DADT had been repealed, Slider did a whole coming out thing for his niece the year before, hell, Maverick's seen Wolf with his hands down Holly's pants. But still, this is different. This clarifies that what he's got with Ice is here to stay, not a relative (well-loved as she is) or a hook-up when it's easy.
A hand slots into Maverick's, a body saddling up next to his in the bar booth. The hand is large, familiar, and heavier with the weight of the ring he'd slipped down Ice's fourth finger without complaint. It slides away just as quickly, old habits worn into the other man, but Maverick doesn't complain, not when Ice puts that same hand on Maverick's thigh.
"Could feel your leg shaking all the way from the door."
Maverick scoffs. "Sure you could."
Ice knocks their shoulders together and doesn't leave space between them when he settles again. It makes Maverick smile, opening his mouth to tease again when Slider's loud and unmistakable voice draws his attention.
"Alright, break it up, love birds," he slides into the space across from them, Hollywood hot on his heels.
"Where's Wolf?"
Slider rolls his eyes, and Hollywood winces.
"Might have accidentally told him the wrong day. He and Cindy took the kids to dinner."
Maverick kicks the other man under the table and doesn't look sorry when Hollywood yelps. All his previous nerves slip, and he pushes menus towards the new arrivals, waiting until their food's put in and they have drinks to try and broach why he and Ice have gathered them.
When he can't manage, picking at the corner of his bottle, Slider sighs.
"Alright, you two gonna tell us what this is all about? Cause if I gotta learn Maverick knocked up some Admiral's daughter, I'm making you pay my part of the bill."
And somehow, Slider's ability to shit talk right through a thick atmosphere has Maverick's tongue loosening.
"Ice and I are gettin' hitched." He doesn't even need to drag Ice's hand out with the simple silver engagement band, the man at his side doing it himself with a raised brow like he's daring either of the other men to say something about it.
They don't, though arguably it's worse than if they had. Hollywood spits out the beer he'd been sipping, and Slider's jaw drops damn near to the table.
"You-"
"I'm sorry, what-"
"When the hell did all this happen?" Slider settles on, waving a hand between Maverick and Ice. It makes Maverick's brows furrow, but Ice drops his arm over his shoulder, too, so what minor irritation had been forcing that expression smooths out, leaving only blatant confusion.
"What the hell do you mean?" There's a bit to Maverick's tone.
"Hey," Holly says, finally done choking, "it's not that we're not happy for you guys, hell yeah, marriage and all that, but... just... isn't it a bit fast?"
It's Maverick's turn for his mouth to slacken. He'd say they're fucking with them, but honestly, Hollywood's a shit liar, and Slider would have made some crack about them being married already.
"Are you both saying you didn't know?" Ice asks, drawing Maverick's eyes to him. He's unsurprised to see an equal amount of surprise pinching Ice's lips into a downturned line.
"I mean... we haven't seen you both in a while." Slider hedges, shrugging, and Maveirk's had just about enough. He throws up his hands.
"We've been together since '92!" comes his exclamation, "You guys walked in on us in the locker room more than once. How did you not know?"
Slider is the one who chokes this time, and Hollywood, flush high on his cheeks, probably remembering something he ought to have forgotten grimaces.
"Whoops?"
Maverick feels even less bad slamming the toe of his boots into the other man's calf a second time.
What a bunch of idiots.
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Welcome Back!!!
How about Daniel having a friend who knew about the two bodies the whole time. Someone he could confide and who could cover for him when needed. GN reader is totally fine and I think theyd be better off being platonic but super close to the point that they sleep over at Daniels house and everyone else is always suspicious that they know something theh don't. Only if you have time and energy of course. I love your work❤️
Man, you request the guy I write the least and have arguably the worst grasp on his character. Thank you for requesting anyway anon! Have... this *waves vaguely at this mess*
Daniel Park with Reader: Two bodies
G/N.
In hindsight, how did no one else think he was suspicious?
Sure, Park is a very common Korean surname but two Daniel Parks living together? Never seen with each other. Interchangably attending High School when Big Daniel couldn't?
You give the sleeping Big Daniel a pinch on his cheek and nada. Then a rough shove. No reaction, nothing, and you chuckle.
This never gets old.
"Y/N, please don't do that," Small Daniel moans, carrying over the large pot of ramen and sighing at the reddening mark on his other body's cheek.
Correction: this never gets old. For you.
"Sorry," you say, mulling over what additional casual harm you can inflict on Big Daniel.
"Please don't tickle me neither."
"I wasn't going to!" Oops, guilty as charged. Hand retreating back, you tuck Big Daniel's foot back under the covers.
"Come eat before the food gets cold." Daniel shoots you a small smile, and you wonder how no-one has figured it out. So many mannerisms are identical, including the smile. Gentle and kind, eyes crinkling exactly the same way as he pinpoints your weakness.
There's nothing like food to stop you in your tracks, and you obediently shuffle over to the coffee table.
It's an established routine. Walking back to Big Daniel's home after school. Talking about the going ons at J High. Discussing what crazy scenario seems to be happening that week.
Then in the privacy of his own home, as he gets ready to go bed, theorising about his two bodies. What sort of miracle or curse could cause this.
And when Big Daniel falls asleep, Small Daniel instantly wakes up, picking up the conversation without missing a beat and preparing dinner for the two of you before his graveyard shift.
In between mouthfuls, Daniel tells you that he met with DG and the Idol will tell him about the secret of the two bodies as long as he-
"That guy is full of shit."
"Huh?!" The chopsticks pause half way to his mouth at your dismissal, "B-but It's DG!"
"Don't get starstruck Danny, they're all full of shit and want something from you."
He pauses. You're not exactly wrong. Everyone seems to be going on about the Four Crews something or another and he always seems to be at the center of everything.
How did a bunch of high schoolers get into so much trouble? Where are the adults in all this? Why is it like the lawless Wild West in South Korea?
Thank the heavens he has you to help confide in and trauma bond together. He likely would have lost his sanity a long time ago without your company.
"Unlike me," You grin, gesticulating at yourself with chopsticks.
"Nothing. Except all my food," Daniel rolls his eyes fondly when you reach for seconds.
#lookism#lookism fic#lookism x reader#daniel park#daniel park x reader#park hyungseok#wannaeatramyeon
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Greg and Marianne are so interesting, in addition to Greg and Ewan (and the fact we somehow never got any interactions between Marianne and Ewan?). @mossiestpiglet said in the tags of a post that we don't talk about them enough, and I concur. So allow me to do so.
I really do need to re-watch the early episodes to confirm, but from my memory, Marianne says she can't give Greg money and encourages him to go to New York City to ask for a job from Logan despite having, like, $20 left when he arrives (which makes it a huge gamble to do, given how fucking expensive NYC is otherwise). And despite the fact her own father would hate this, and wants Greg to have nothing to do with Logan. I always took it to mean she was not willing to give him money, but later on Greg talks to Caroline how his mother is solvent, debt free now. And even later, he's paying for her credit cards. So perhaps she simply had none to give.
Still, I remember getting the feeling that she was tired of dealing with him in the first few episodes and I sort of think that's part of it, but I also think she just can't help him any more than she has. She probably feels like a total failure, I mean, look at her cousins in comparison. Sure, we as the audience know they are complete messes, but at least they're rich and have the freedom to do whatever the fuck they want. Marianne at the very least does not have that luxury, and I'll say more on the financial situation throughout this post.
Greg is very clingy to her early, on and I believe they're implied to still be in contact afterwards. I think Ewan says that Marianne asked him to make sure Greg ate at Thanksgiving- that means Marianne is worrying over him going hungry (and he was going hungry, he was stealing food from work and Tom made fun of him for it).
Despite one mention in the script, Greg is vaguely not in contact with his father canonically, and I take his father's marked absence (when Greg is so reliant on his mother) to mean that he was raised by a single mother (I strongly believe he would have asked for support from his father too if he was in contact with him. It doesn't make sense to me that he wouldn't.)
Many people have noted that Marianne's scenes are often held in a bedroom, and it gives her a vaguely depressed vibe, and with her alluded financial issues, it seems like she struggled, alone. Even though her own father has millions of dollars he refuses to use.
Greg, although he is taking care of his mother financially (after she was unable and seemingly less willing to do so for him), is also a brat to her despite being an adult. No more than in the scene at a funeral where he tells her to shut up. (I personally have fairly chill parents who I can get fairly angry at and we bitch at each other, so,) I don't see this as majorly out of line or horrific, but rather as portraying that they are very casual with one another and she probably did not do a great job with discipline or, arguably, boundaries.
One thing I do want to take as canon despite it only being in the scripts is Greg's post-funeral fight with Ewan, and what I want to point out is that Greg says "mom and I have been talking and We are not coming to Christmas" which is only one line, but it feels HUGE in put together with the rest of their scenes.
Here, Greg is presenting himself and his mother as a united front against Ewan, a rich man whose child was in debt severe enough to be a topic of family gatherings, and whose grandchild was in such poverty he was sleeping in a church at one point... We have almost nothing to go off with Ewan and Marianne, but, I say again: it is quite absurd to me that he was sitting on 250mil for Greg while she struggled to raise him, presumably on her own. While she clearly checks in with Ewan about Greg back in Thanksgiving (again, unless i am mistaken then oops), Greg sits between the two of them at the funeral although he is her father, not his.
I have had friends tell me that even with their limited interactions, they get a strong impression that Marianne and Greg are quite codependent with one another, and I feel like I agree; he relies heavily on her for guidance and does not want to do things alone, but also takes care of her financially and comes across as mildly defensive about her towards Caroline, at least trying to make sure the family knows she's in a better place than she used to be. And, then with Ewan, he goes out of his way to say something to feel like it's him and mom against Ewan, when he is feeling incredibly, incredibly defensive and upset at Ewan.
For one reason or another, whether it be depression or financial mismanagement (probably a combination of both that fed into each other) Greg probably has not had much stability from Marianne but seeks her out anyway. Sure, he is an adult, and you may argue that he should be able to stand on his own feet by the start of season 1, he doesn't seem to have much else support besides her- and her him, from what very little we have seen. And honestly, parenthood does not stop at 18 years old, parents in my humble opinion should be prepared to support their kids for their whole lives as best as they are able.... and from what we can tell, this very well might be the best Marianne could have offered Greg, with how little support she must have gotten from Ewan who is incredibly gruff and only interested in his own 'environmentally-friendly' agenda. I doubt he was much help if she is indeed depressed, as many have taken her to be.
I am not even sure how to wrap this up. Just- the little glimpses that we get into Greg, Marianne, and Ewan paint such a sad fucking picture to me. Single mom, obstinate grandfather, and child who tries to please both of them but still never quite measures up. Growing up poor, with a grandfather who has millions but thinks money is the root of all evil and would rather nearly starve his own family than give it to them. And Greg doesn't even seem to resent this, although Marianne might at this point; at the start of the series he genuinely wants to make a good impression on Ewan and be sweet with him still. We didn't actually get their funeral fight, either, we got Greg saying "that was a good speech grandpa", playing both sides to the bitter end, still wanting to please Ewan in what tiny way he might be able to after his show of trying to stop him speaking. Greg desperately wants love and approval from Ewan, and he seems to get some but not a ton of support from Marianne, and we have almost no way to know exactly what goes on between father and daughter with the other two but... I cannot imagine it's a strong or loving relationship.
#greg hirsch#marianne hirsch#ewan roy#succession#the way marianne is a roy and greg is not but shes just like. in the background completely#i bet her and connor would get along well T-T#long post#hope you dont mind i tagged you but you said we should talk more about marianne and i was like. youre correct#justice for the random women in the background of succession............
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Re: Your last post.
I also find it deeply ironic that some people continue to perpetuate the cocky jock stereotype about Travis, especially since professional athletes are some of the most insanely competitive and driven people on the planet, to say that an sports guy will never be willing to play second fiddle to Taylor....when thats exactly what he's done. And it's not even the same situation as Joe, where he's (for lack of a better word) in a fledgling career-- he's arguably the greatest of all time at his position in football history.
And he still seems to give 0 fucks when sportsbros call him 'Mr Swift' in national media. Just lots of food for thought on how we perceive men/masculinity/relationship dynamics, and attribute things to them that may be entirely opposite to who they actually are (I have a feeling TTPD is gonna be so revelatory in this regard).
There's so many interesting things to unpack here anon... first of all, thank you for sending this and engaging with my post! I think you're so right about the joever fallout and entry of travis being ample fodder for taylor to explore the dynamics of different presentations of masculinity (purely based on the emotive contrast between the two and the noticeable shifts in her comfort levels, at least from the outside looking in. it's going to be really interesting to see how that's explored on ttpd if at all and I actually wonder if this is what songs like my boy only breaks his favourite toys or the smallest man who ever lived are going to be about...
candidly travis (and jason) are perhaps the two most secure men in their healthy masculinity I've ever seen in the public eye and I think that's why everything works so well. there isn't one inch of travis threatened by Taylor's success or not appreciative of how much she means to people. instead he's happy to be her cheerleader because he knows she's his. there's technically not really any assigning of first or second fiddles? they're just equals, plain and simple. you win the superbowl? great i'll be there. you sell out international stadiums? brilliant! I'll be in the crowd even if I can only fit in a few days. you need to come home and cry and recalibrate as a human being after immense trauma? we have space for that. let me grab some ice cream and you can stay at my house without people as long as you need. you're injured and scared and sore, the spectre of retirement hanging over your head? well, let's see what we can do about that and introduce you to as many people as possible. this is big and weird and hard for both of us? ok. we gotta talk about it and lean on each other
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for the tg head canons
Thank you! Why did I get so many 1's you all know my favorite critter is Furuta and I know most of you hate him (fairly) but I'll take it.
1. His whole thing is kind of just layering himself in caricatures full of the hypocrisy he finds so evident in those surrounding him while simultaneously mocking and irritating them despite how arguably he's exactly within the lines set for whatever position he's placed in. Hence the swing from compliant yet cowardly subordinate, to annoying, overconfident and toxically masculine V agent, and so on and so forth.
That's a lot of words, allow me to summarize: Nimura's functionally intentionally ticking off everyone at once, but technically he's always the ideal person for whatever role it is.
The Washuu King Kichimura is much the same because arguably he's the culmination of everything they wanted in a Bureau Director. He's commanding, intimidating, he's charismatic, he's terrifyingly efficient and if it was actually his intention I have no doubt he could've wiped ghouls off the face of Tokyo but it's not, and no one actually likes him because they're not supposed to.
He plays the perfect role not because it's what he wants, but because that's how he shows how truly disgusting those people are. He's efficient but he completely lacks morals and boundaries, he's very masculine and commanding but effeminate and ridiculous in a conflict, he's intimidating but he's so evidently taking none of this seriously, dressing up in a ridiculous costume and calling it a party because really that's what the CCG does, it dresses up the atrocities so that no one has to feel uncomfortable about it. Kichimura dresses up the atrocities so that you feel uncomfortable about the present ones, and have to start thinking about the ones of the past- though it's kind of a thing that works only in retrospect because I imagine all the investigators were a little too focused on "Oh my god what is this guy doing" to realize it was exactly what they've been doing from the start cranked up to 100.
All this to say it would be entirely in character of post-clown siege arc Nimura to wear heels and the added height would make a good distinction from the meek persona of Rank 1 Furuta.
I REST MY CASE!
Also this is less of a headcanon and more of a thought which is why I'm sticking it here, but I find it hilarious that he's not actually that much taller than I. Can't even joke about biting his shins because I know multiple 14 year olds taller than this man.
2. You didn't specify a character so random person it is! Uta and Itori made use of Uta's kagune disguising ability to pretend to be a pair of famous food critics they ate once upon a time, and it started as a joke but they're in way too deep to back out now. They give the wildest reviews you've ever heard, but as long as they dodge around describing actual flavors and just talk about the feeling people eat their stupid fabrications up, and they find it hysterical. They've singlehandedly demolished the reputation of 3 perfectly respectable restaurants out of boredom and they don't even know what steak actually tastes like, they're beasts unleashed having the time of their lives.
4. Ship unspecified... Mutsukanae? Mutsukanae. Sometimes the two just collapse upon each other after a long day and wrap each other in a spiky, tangled mix of Bikaku and Rinkaku and pass out for an hour. They will not be moving, do not disturb them.
9. Probably just rampant projection but Seidou feel very ADHD ish to me. I have more thoughts on this but I'm too tired to explain it and I don't want to seem like I'm just slapping it on so ambiguous reasoning it is!
12. Kagune cloning and facial copying exists as a byproduct of extremely advanced aggressive mimicry (when a predator acts like the prey animal, or the prey animal's food source so as to catch them off guard) only certain ghouls are capable of the process by nature and they're considered powerful to a fault, however a large number of the already very small portion of ghoul capable of this will go their entire lives without knowing, because their parents were killed before they could be taught how to do so, and/or they simply don't have access to the RC needed to make a branching puppet and then separate it from their main body. If you manage to get yourself to that point in the first place however, (such as Uta) you're pretty much never going to have an issue reaching it again because one ghoul with that many RC cells in their system is formidable enough, but if you're your own hunting party have pity to the poor souls deemed dinner. But such a ghoul comes around so scarcely and leaves so few survivors that it's not even acknowledged by the CCG.
Ghouls without this evolutionary advantage occasionally still practice a rudimentary form of it, so people are often cautioned against chasing after a child's silhouette in an alleyway if it looks a little awkward, as there's always a chance it's really a bikaku's tail or something.
#I love ghoul biology and furuta I'm so normal about ghoul biology and furuta#miscellaneous not-art things#tokyo ghoul#zeph answers questions about media/characters/ships
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How to they comfort someone else when they're upset and how successful are they?
I could have sworn I did this, but I guess not. Looks like it's a good time to finally make a master list soon. Everyone else under the cut, since this ended up being kinda long
Other comfort related posts are Everyone's Comfort Item and What Do They Do When They're Lonely
The Maw
Six: Arguably bad at cheering others up. Says things that are both threatening and inspiring, and you’re kinda conflicted about it
the Janitor:
He knows what it’s like to be on the short end of the stick, so he’ll do everything he can you make you feel appreciated. And, he’s not leaving until he hears you laughing again
the Twin Chefs:
Easily the best at cheering up people because they give you food. If you’re not a stress eater, then they become your personal cheering squad and offer to help get rid of whatever’s bothering you
the Lady:
Unless you’re in a very close relationship with her, you’re not going to get much. She’ll give you a new insight on how to face your challenges, which is really useful. But, if you two are super close, she’ll just handle the problem herself, to ease your worries
the Granny:
The tough love type, but she means well. Will give you morally bad advice, but that ends up making you smile
the Runaway Kid:
He’s just bad at comforting people. Not horrible, but not good at it either. He might give you a hug or take your side, and it’s the thought that counts, I guess
Pale City
Mono:
Either really good or really bad at it. His thing is giving small flowers, and those work most of the time. If it’s a problem that goes over Mono’s head, he has no idea what to do
the Hunter:
You would think the angriest guy in Pale City wouldn’t give two shits about your feelings, but au contraire! Say less, and he’s on his way to expand his taxidermy trophies
the Teacher:
Ironically or unironically, she’s super protective over the people she cares about. She’ll tell you to suck it up, of course; but, then she’ll give you a hot drink and remind you that you’re an amazing person
the Doctor:
If you need to word vomit your problems, he’s the guy to it. The Doc’s really good at listening and may offer some treatments to help you calm down. It usually works; if not, a big, squishy hug always does the trick
the Thin Man:
He’s only bad at comforting people because he has a hard time relating. But, he’s such a softie and does his utmost best to cheer you up. Relies heavily on comedy to get you to laugh, and that almost always ends up working
The Nest
the Raincoat Girl:
Best girl at cheering others up. She already has a sunshiny personality, so it’s hard to be upset around her. Gives hugs and praise when you need it most
the Craftsman:
lol the worst person to seek out if you’re upset. He’ll literally shrug his shoulders in indifference and watch you leave in tears. But, after hearing your grievances, he’ll build a small floating light thing to fly towards you to hopefully brighten your day
the Butler:
Not the person you wanted to go to, but he sensed your discomfort quickly. Offers you tea and sweets, and an ear to listen. It’s kind of nice to have someone be in-tuned to you when you need it most, which makes him one of the best at comforting others
the Pretender:
Another person you’d think would be ridiculously bad at comforting, and you’re mostly right. Like Six, she’ll say things that might put you down, but she’ll say the same things to the thing upsetting you. You’re left conflicted, but listening to her rant for you is sorta cathartic
#little nightmares#Six#the Janitor#the Twin Chefs#the Lady#the Granny#the Runaway Kid#Mono#the Hunter#the Teacher#the Doctor#the Thin Man#the Raincoat Girl#the Craftsman#the Butler#the Pretender#dream granted
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What happened? Where the hell am I? This can't be the same reality or world that I was born into. Not the one where people mostly meant what they said, there was hope for the future of humanity and I could get a damn good quality burger for less than an hours wage!
We had our problems. I mean, we had some pretty bad ones. Racism, sexism, homophobia, violence, lack of mental health care, intolerance, dangerous and shoddy work out equipment and those God-awful parachute pants everyone had to sport around the arcade after MC Hammer and Vanilla Ice made them popular! Ok, those were pretty bad problems in any scenario, but we still have the same ones that are arguably worse in the modern era, plus a plethora of more new-age walls to bang our heads against. What can a fella or a lady do? Well, most have resorted to adhering to the status quo, not realizing that while they binged Netflix and gorged themselves on junk food, they were becoming sheep, and I'm not referring to the good, Jesus-y kind. They are all too ready to trade in the freedoms we once would have charged into battle for, for the security of having electricity and affordable insurance.
Im not a religious man by any stretch, but I do believe in God. I guess I qualify as being called a Christian, but I abhor the term because the image and thoughts that come to mind when the average person thinks of what a Christian is. The vast majority of so-called christians are the most judgemental, abrasive, hateful and non-tipping bunch to grace the seats of the local Shoneys Buffet come Sunday after mornings service. All that said, God must be putting his hand on his forehead wondering why the heck he promised not to flood the earth and kill every man down here again.
As a whole and as a species, we have taken our world and our values and handed them to the devil, and said " I'd like to buy more clout and more likes on my Facebook, Instagram, Tik-Tok and Twitter accounts please!".
I know, I know....how dare me say these things and judge people like this, right? I absolutely do not. Woe is you, yes, but WOEEEE is me! I am just as guilty of anything I talk about as the next guy. I don't want to condemn any person or highlight any sin above my own. I only want to share the solution and highlight some of the dangerous and secretive goings-on happening around us and orchestrated by shadowy figures and principalities that control is subconsciously and subliminally, so that we willingly conform to the plans they have for us and so that we don't raise too much of a fuss and cause attention to focus in they're direction.
In closing, I'll state the answer to all of mankind's problems, simple as it may sound, but oh-so-hard to implement into a stubborn society. Ready for it? Here it comes!!!.....LOVE! Yep, the one four letter word that probably isn't used as much as the other ones in that group. Love, yes love ladies and gentleman. Just love. When asked, Jesus chose love as the greatest two commandments, saying that he who loves the Lord God with all his heart, spirit and soul, and he who loves his neighbor as himself has fulfilled and kept the law.
Think about it for a second. Reflect on this. Love forgives. Love sees past color, creed, orientation, sex, beauty, wealth and diversity. Love causes enemies to become family. Love causes a mother to give her life for her children, love convinces a man to fight evil and protect his family. Love doesn't judge. Love wants the person doing the most wrong to someone, to be the one who gets the most understanding and reflection, so that they may see the problems that hate causes themselves, they're enemies and everyone else in the spiderweb like pattern of the lives of those involved.
Ever heard of breaking someone's heart in a good way? Let me explain. If a bone heals improperly, the physician must first re-break the bone to set it right for proper healing. The same goes with a hard heart or a confused or hurt person.
A bully isn't naturally a bully. He or she becomes that way or is made into such by different things such as past trauma, abuse, neglect or lack of proper nurturing. If someone loves without boundaries, even loving the bully who makes fun of them, there may not be an immediate effect, but after experience and understanding grows from that seed in the bully's heart later on down the road, it will break they're heart in two. Same goes for everything and any scenario.
If a good company loved everyone truly, could they knowingly include poisons in our food we consume daily? Could a politician lie to those he loves deeply? Could a judge sentence a black man to more time than his white counterpart for a crime based on circumstanial evidence? If everyone forgave everyone would wars even start? No.
And God never said your neighbor had to be a human either. Animals, plants, our planet as a whole. Those are all your neighbors. Jesus said "go and preach to every creature" when speaking to the apostles about the task laid out before them.
Just let that tidbit sit and sink in a little. Think about it honestly and earnestly until the next blog I butcher graces these internet halls. The next subject to be covered will be this - "ARE THERE 2 GODS IN THAT BIBLE? TOOTH FOR A TOOTH OR GRACE? IS THE BIBLE A HUGE TEST FOR SORTING AND DESCERNING A MANS HEART?
Thank you so much for reading my blog and it has been an honor to prepare this for you. I wish you well and send some extra-good vibes your way! See ya next time!
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*folds hands together* 😎 welcome. we have some redwood art by @/soulsilvers who is to blame for this. and general old art in the tags. wonderful doodles btw, I can't believe you went and drew an extra doodle!! they're so great <3
I found your dad Lance post and you are the perfect person to influence with rare pairs and agendas I see. Two cool gen 3 gals?? Why not why not yk? If you look at Leaf's concept art, she has a Combusken with her in the snow. If you believe, maybe May is somewhere off screen. When I mentioned Evolutions, they just have that action-based personality that seems to click you know? That reckless adventure thing? If you go further deep into Pokemon lore with the Kanto war theory, Silph rivalry with Devon, and the economy. Then Hoenn is arguably better off than Kanto, which is more impoverished without a Champion in Gen 1 and Team Rocket running around. You have Birth Island, where you can find Deoxys in both FRLG and in Emerald. There are places they can meet. Siri play "a whole new world" from Aladdin because you gotta take your new bff not yet gf to a clean functioning region and watch her be baffled at all the new things and concepts. You will never find a food court in Kanto, they will charge you a million for a bike. I am also huge on extending the Dad Lance agenda to Leaf (she's the most neglected pokegirl in fandom, and excluded even here where Red and Blue aren't.) Some of this is Pokemon Special, some of this is the fact Trace calls her "big sis" in the Japanese version of Evolutions, some of this is beta!Blue (the first version of her character of the unnamed female protagonist) that we make angsty art of in a metaphysical sense as if these characters know they were deleted from the game. It's fun. In my little world, she was late to Giovanni's gym and found the HGSS cutscene of Gio leaving happening while she hid behind a lampost and kicked Lance's door down like "yo old man, you'll never guess what I just saw" except my brain is more complicated than that and I go back and forth on how the story plays out for one ask. It can get more angsty and tragic too because imagine texting your bff not yet gf while chilling in Lance's office (if Red is on a mountain, Blue is running the gym, then by all means, split the champion title between them so he doesn't collapse at his desk) and in Kanto: one day Cinnabar island erupts, and in Hoenn one day: there's a meteor set to destroy the world in 4 days. imagine their world being the world where ORAS Devon succeeded in transporting it into another dimension. what do you say at the end of the world? think about the potential Celebi holds when you want to save someone. think of the consequences of attempting to use a mythical Pokemon like that when Arceus/Mew find out. will you become the villain here just for that...?
YES I SAW THE SOULSILVERS REDWOOD ART i have to go rb that actually.... also yes when i first got the redwood request my first instict was to go "huh???" but i stopped and thought about them for 2 seconds and i'm now obsessed with them. my new favorite rare pair. and also yes i am the perfect person to influence with agendas and rarepairs. gestures at my own agendas like rocket siblings. i used to spend Hours with my friend coming up with aus and obscure dynamics i am So Susceptible to agendas.
also yeah leaf is absolutely one of the most just. underrated and overlooked female protagonists. from what i've seen it'd be her and the alola protag i think. and the reasons you've outlined are a huge chunk of the reasons why!
ALSO YESS THAT'S SO GOOD ACTUALLY!!! leaf after seeing the state in kanto seeing how Stunning hoenn is and just going ??????
also yes absolutely i believe in lance adopting leaf as well propaganda. i think lance is just That Kind Of Guy considering his canon spiels about being proud of seeing the rise of a new champion etc. also i'm a sucker for leaf and silver dynamics after pokespe.
#ask#redwoodshipping#trainer may#trainer leaf#champion lance#i'll add him there since the dad lance gets discussed
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Ed Edd n Eddy: "Playing" with (the) "Dollies" (Writing Practice; Assassin AU)
Synopsis: "It's always exciting to take home a new toy, when you were a kid, but what's it like when YOU are the 'new toy' brought home for another's amusement?"
*Before you read:
This is based on C2ndy2C1d's "Assassin AU" of the series
Sarah and Jimmy will be arguably and a tad "out of character," as this paints their "assassin" versions as being in a more, mildly sadistic light; yet, they're not Satan incarnate and will have more humane moments
There are "trigger warnings" for the following: abduction, (very mild) instances of non-graphic torture, and experienced side effects of psychological/emotional stress. Despite what is said in the tale, I did not add, "a victimized minor," as Claire is only a "small girl" because she's a short and baby-faced person that makes others assume she's an actual kid.
It's not profanity-heavy, but a strong word or two does get dropped for emotional impact.
If you're good to go, feel free to read for critiquing, amusement, etc.
N-Now I know why they call it: "Being in the wrong place, at the wrong time..."
I was asked to dump out our food scraps for the animals, along the edge of the forest. I got caught up in gaming and didn't remember to do that, until it was getting dark. Even though we're out in the country side, it's a very safe place, so I didn't feel like I'd be in any danger by going out this late. When I actually got to the edge and threw the food in, I found out I was being watched: two people were looking back at me, with a dying person on the ground. I had been looking down the entire time, and I guess the other two were too distracted to notice me. I did tend to walk really quietly and be silent overall... I-I guess it's also hard to hear someone like me coming, when you're too busy listening to someone dying instead...?
The two people then motion for me to come over with their fingers, and they've got the scariest grins and looks in their eyes. Since I only see half their faces, they must be wearing masks... Th-That's even creepier! I gotta run for it!!!
They manage to land on either side of me and grab my limbs: the ballerina-like one grabs my left arm, while the jester-like one grabs my right arm... I try to get free, but their grips are too tight and they jump back into the trees with me. They work together to hold me in place: the ballerina is holding me up and hugging my upper body, completely pinning my arms, while the jester holds my ankles. It looks like the ballerina is a woman and the jester is a man, but wh-what're they gonna do to me...?! I can only close my eyes 'cause I don't know if I can actually fight back, with how strong they seem-- especially the woman.
"It seems someone has trouble following instructions," I can hear the grin in the jester's voice, "Well, nevermind that, as maybe you can help make tonight more enjoyable. We were disappointed when our previous 'play date' didn't really give us much of a chance for some fun, but a witness we need to keep quiet can fix that easily~."
N-No, really, what's gonna happen to me now?! P-Please tell me they're just planning to kill me, and that's it...
"What's this, then?" the Jester asks, "Usually, this is the part where you'd beg us for your life, promising you won't tell a single soul what made you a 'witness' in the first place."
"Not exactly like we'd believe you," I hear the ballerina add, "but something tells me you're not keeping quiet because you're smart enough to figure that out."
I just keep my mouth and eyes shut. I'm bracing for whatever's gonna happen...
"You're awfully calm about all this..." the jester says, after a moment, "I'll admit, it's a tad boring when we have someone too willing to accept their potential fate. Perhaps we should make things more interesting~? Sarah and I always did enjoy engaging with our more playful sides..."
Uh oh, it sounds like they're not gonna settle for just killing me...
"Let's move to somewhere more secluded, though," the jester finishes, "We don't want anyone else to possibly happen upon us, do we~?"
I feel them carry me away somewhere, probably deeper into the forest... Someone, help me!! I feel myself being pinned against a wall of sorts. I open my eyes and see the ballerina-- "Sarah," or I believe she's the one that name belongs to, at least --holding me on it: I'm lying against some kind of short dirt cliffside that must've been what I felt them jump from. Oh no, now I'm really out of sight! If only they seemed like people I could fight more easily, or if there was at least just one of them...
The jester speaks up, "Now then, shall we begin~?"
"Definitely~," Sarah chimes in, "This'll be so much fun~!"
No, no, no, I don't want something that's probably slow and painful; I try to squirm free, but this woman is still stronger than me!
"Oh, knock it off," she slams me into the lower part of the wall, "you're not going anywhere!" she grins at her partner, "What should we do first, Jimmy~?"
"I think I have the perfect idea, Sarah~," he crouches beside me, sneering evilly, "Just follow my lead..."
He covers my eyes, claiming it's more fun when victims can't see what exactly they're doing and can only feel it. Crap, now I really can't fight back or get away, since I can't tell what's being done until it's too late! It is too late, though, 'cause I feel my throat get jabbed in a way that makes me gag, but no sound comes out of my mouth. I dunno what they did, but now I can't scream or say anything! It was probably mostly done to keep me from laughing too loudly 'cause I feel myself being tickled. Yeah, that's usually not considered the worst thing ever, but it does turn out to be a really harsh form of torture... I just silently "laugh," as they both "attack" me everywhere with one hand, while using their other hands to keep my eyes covered and keep me pinned with enough force on my stomach. They're giggling about how "cute and helpless" I am, and how easy I am to make squirm with so little effort... When they finally take their hands off me, I try to sit up; but my body suddenly starts twitching and flailing, which means that must've been more than just tickling... The two lie on other side of me, while I keep squirming and writhing. That's when "Jimmy," the jester, decided to speak again.
"We know more spots, than just what makes someone laugh, you know," he smirks, "Muscle spasms are also a fun way of playing with our current 'toys.'"
"I prefer making them completely limp myself," Sarah adds, "That way, I can make my little 'dollies' dance and do whatever else I want, even easier~."
I wanna cry, I've always been afraid of being helpless: being restrained, being unable to match someone's cunning wit... I'm scared that if I do cry, though, they'll just wanna make it last longer and get even meaner, so I'll cry harder! I keep my eyes shut tight and I start breathing heavily through my nose. Darn it, lungs, breathe slower! They're sure to realize it's getting to me badly and that'll only encourage them to do worse! O-Or, what if I encourage them to do that by not crying 'cause it'll seem like they need to up their game...? I dunno what to do!! My eyes do, though, and they start releasing tears after all. Please, don't let it encourage them to keep torturing me...
"Jeez, what a baby," Sarah presses a finger into my nose, "We haven't even broken anything or decided to string you up, as a fun little piñata, just yet~."
"You should be grateful we've been playing nicely, thus far..." Jimmy says, "But go ahead and cry, as either way we'll find those pathetic wails and tears amusing; although, I'll admit it's far more convenient to receive more for less~."
Can they just kill me already...? If it's horrible now, what'll it be like when they decide to get serious: that "breaking things" and "piñata" remarks? I stop trembling a little, after I feel one of their hands caress my face, after I stop twitching. I slowly open my eye, to see which one it was: it's Jimmy, but Sarah is also leaning over me with a scary grin.
"You know, you're a truly interesting 'toy,' indeed," Jimmy continues, "one that we may like to play with, even longer."
"She really is everything a 'dolly' needs to be," Sarah hugs my neck, "She's cute and tiny, completely helpless, and best of all: easy and fun to break~," she squeezes my neck, "And, it shouldn't be too hard to make her do whatever we want, even with no strings attached."
Jimmy laughs, while Sarah giggles, and I'm cursing the appeal I've often had for others.
"So, what do you say?" Sarah asks, "Wanna come back home with us and be our new 'dolly'? We promise to play nicely, especially if you're good for us~."
"J-Just kill me...!" I can finally speak again, "I-I think I'd wanna just die instead...!"
"That's no fun..." Sarah pouts, pulling my ear, "We never like putting someone out of their misery, until we're ready for a new 'toy' or 'play date,' and you don't seem like one we'll want to end, anytime soon. Sooo, since we can't leave any witnesses to what we just did~..."
"Aren't you a lucky duck?" Jimmy pulls my other ear, "You get to stay alive, after all, and you'll get a nice new home~."
"No, just kill me...!!" I beg, "Please, I don't wanna....!"
"Oh, don't worry~," Jimmy whispers in my ear, "We'll take very good care of you~."
"And, you don't have to work, ever again," Sarah whispers into my other ear, "it'll just be all 'play~'... Now, it's time for our little 'dolly' to take a nap."
I suddenly feel her fingertips jab into me: her nails feel a little sharper than human ones should, now that I think about it, like she's got needles hidden in there. After getting jabbed, I feel my eyes get heavy and my body starts to go limp. I try to fight it, though, hoping to stay awake and still escape, somehow... I can't believe this all happened, just 'cause I waited until later to take out some food trash...
No, can't... fall... asleep...
Jimmy says, "Sleep tight~."
Sarah adds, "Good night~."
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I later wake up in a sleeping bag and I notice the two standing over me. I duck inside the bag, but then realize I've got a collar and chain around my neck, and I'm guessing it's connected to a nearby wall or something. One of them pulls me out from the sleeping bag and I see it's Sarah.
"Don't be a rude jerk," she pouts, "we were just about to get to know each other."
I can't say anything, I just tremble and feel sweat running down my forehead. I've been kidnapped, and no one knows it's these two nor where to find us... My life is over, but in one of the worst ways possible. I feel like I'm gonna be sick...
"I'm 'Sarah,'" she continues, "and my friend over there is 'Jimmy,' in case you didn't figure it out already," she presses a finger into my nose, "What's your name?"
I muster up the strength to speak, "....... Clarissa ....."
"Okay then," Sarah smirks, "we'll just call you 'Claire,' since it's easier."
I start shaking, wondering what they're gonna do to me... I try to hold in that sick feeling, even though my chest feels like it's gonna burst. It'd be one thing if they'd just kill me, but keeping me alive means they'll probably do all sorts of horrible stuff to me! Why couldn't I have taken out those food scraps sooner, why did my life need to end just for that?!
"Now then," Sarah smirks, pulling me closer by the literal collar, "let's go over some rules... Just do whatever Jimmy and I say, and don't cause problems for us. 'Easy peasy,' right?"
I nod and shut my eyes tightly.
"Good 'dolly,'" she pats my head, "So, why don't we get you settled into your new life~?"
I just shut my eyes tighter, afraid of what exactly that means... She laughs and lets go of my collar, letting me sink back onto the floor.
"You look so cute when you're scared!" she giggles, "I think Jimmy and I are going to have fun with you for a long time~."
I just curl into the fetal position, covering my head and hiding my face into my legs. I feel one of their hands on my head, but I don't look. I only tense up further, despite the hand petting my hair.
"Hmmm... You feel more like a 'teddy,' with how soft you are," Jimmy remarks, "Maybe we should be calling you that, instead?"
"Why don't we find out which one she really is more like?" Sarah suggests, "It may even help us get an idea of the best way to play with her~."
I really start shaking now... What're they gonna do??!! I suddenly feel myself being pulled into a pair of arms: Sarah's hugging me-- and as tightly (and painfully) as possible! Now, I know how a stress toy might feel... Oh no, that'd be a worse "toy" to become here, than just a "doll" or a "teddy," I'd bet!
"Well, Jimmy," Sarah finally decides to stop crushing me, "she's definitely nice to squeeze, like most stuffed animals are."
I-I can't breathe, after that... That was a really, really, REALLY tight hug. I wouldn't be surprised if she actually broke something... I then wince, when Jimmy pulls the side of my face.
"She's also soft, beyond just her hair," he adds, "If that's not the work of lotions, but your natural skin, I must admit some jealousy."
He releases my face. It doesn't sting as much as my body, but my cheek still hurts a little from the strong grip. Then, Sarah holds my chin.
"I guess I have to admit," Sarah sneers and pulls my head toward hers, "teddies can sometimes be cuter than dollies, and you're definitely one of the cuter 'toys' we've had," her eyes gleam more evilly, "And, dollies can still be seen as people, even if just a little bit, while teddies can't. Yep, you're a 'teddy' alright, but still fun to play with, either way."
I'd honestly rather be a dead person... Seriously, just skip to that part!!
"What game should we play first, 'Teddy~'?" Sarah's vile grin grows, "I promise we won't play too rough-- especially when it's too early to break you, just yet."
I try to mentally prepare myself for what's going to happen; I just hope whatever they'll do isn't going to be something right out of the Saw films. Suddenly, I feel them jabbing their fingertips into me and my body goes limp afterward. I dunno what exactly they did, but I can't move at all! They start moving me and making me "talk," just like you'd do with an actual teddy or toy. I can't even close my eyes, so I'm forced to watch and listen to their "play" session firsthand.
They start by making me "talk": how excited I am to play with them, having "conversations" that interested them-- whatever feigned speech would bring a demented smile onto their faces... If I could wince, I would. They laugh at me, then they make me "dance" with them, before manipulating my limp body in other ways. I honestly feel like one of those life-sized dolls than a "teddy," but no matter what I'm called, they're "playing" with me all the same.
Eventually, they get bored with that kind of play and decide to wait until my muscles can move properly again, so they could have fun with a more "interactive toy." So, to pass the remaining time and see when I'm finally "back to normal," they decide on tickling me, again. Just because I can't move or laugh doesn't mean I can't feel anything... Honestly, it feels WORSE when you can't laugh 'cause that'd at least be some kind of release to make it feel less intense!! My mind is screaming at my body to start working again, so it'll finally get them to stop, but my limp self decides to just take its sweet time... Yeah, it's not really a "sweet time" for me, though!
When I can finally laugh and squirm, I do so and the intensity dies down a little, but it's still unpleasant. Now that they see I can move again, they stop and I try to catch my breath. Unfortunately, that's all I have the strength to do: panting quietly. I'm too tired after what they did to me and the realization that I'm going to be kept here... forever. Well, I guess gasping isn't all I can do, I can also cry. I shut my eyes tightly and let the tears fall, unable to stand the idea of continuing this, day in and day out-- especially if they decide to make things worse!
I hear Sarah and Jimmy talking about something and they start giggling. Great, they're planning more, aren't they...? I just keep crying, as it's all I can do and crying naturally makes you feel better. Then, I hear them giving each other suggestions for the next "game" and all. Luckily, I seemed to put their plans on hold, thanks to my body's exhaustion from tears and extreme emotional distress. After all, "toys" are apparently more fun when they're wide awake and full of energy, since we'll "react better and last longer." Ugh, my eyelids feel so heavy, but I don't want to sleep with them around. Sarah places her hands under my back and picks me up. I wince, afraid she's about to do something else.
"Aw, are you tired?" She smiles at me, "I think our 'teddy' could use a nap."
I resist the idea, even if it's just me trying to keep my eyes open. Unfortunately, they're not letting me stay awake. In fact, they're taking a more... soothing approach? I'm put back inside the sleeping bag, which makes it a little harder to stay awake. It became full-on impossible to be so, after they acted more like parents trying to lull their child to sleep: they spoke in more kind tones, while gently petting my head and back. Well, at least I got what little comfort I needed, after all that happened...
****
I wake up in the sleeping bag later on, admittedly feeling rather well-rested. Unfortunately, when I see that I really have been abducted and it wasn't just some nightmare, I begin to cry. I don't see my captors, so maybe they're still leaving me alone for now. I still find myself hiding inside the sleeping bag, though, as if I'm expecting them to pounce on me at any moment. My hand feels the chain attached to the collar they put around my neck. Well, at least it's not exactly hurting me and the chain seems long enough to allow for some movement. Of course, it won't be enough to actually make escape possible... Still, I should see where exactly I am, even if I can't get out of here. I peek out from the sleeping bag and get a better look at the room I'm in: it's a bit dark in here, but there's definitely light lamps overhead and it's definitely someplace you'd "play" with people in... I see shackles-- both hanging from the ceiling and the walls, a table meant to hold someone down, and the entire place looks exactly like a child's playroom: stuffed toys, the wallpaper and flooring, and some dolls.
These guys really are like giant, creepy kids... I hope they don't come back for a while-- or at all. Unfortunately, I hear the sound of a door creaking open. I shrink inside the sleeping bag, as it's my only hiding spot; but it's not really a "hiding spot," when they'll automatically know that's where I am and I can easily be seen inside it. I hear the footsteps come closer, until they finally stop on either side of me. I feel two hands on my back and I instantly know: Sarah and Jimmy have returned for more "playing." I try to prepare myself for whatever they might do next, but I'm not sure what to expect.
They start talking, as if they're having a casual conversation. I try to listen in a little, but they're whispering to each other, probably so they don't risk me overhearing and they can still be amused by me fearing the unexpected. So, I brace myself for anything. I then realize I smell something: t-toast and scrambled eggs...? Huh? I open my eyes and look through the open end of the sleeping bag: yes, there really is a plate of the cliched breakfast item right in front of it. I'm not making a grab for it, though, these two might make a grab for me, if I do. B-Besides, I don't have the strongest appetite right now...
"Claire~..." Sarah's voice sings, "Wake up~..."
I am, but I'm not coming out!
"... Okay," she sounds a little more annoyed, "you just asked for a rude wake-up call, Missy!"
I'm suddenly yanked out, by the chain of my collar. I quickly scramble onto my hands and feet, and fearfully stare at the grinning duo. J-Jeez, I really hate those skull masks on their faces... They cover enough to give off an "uncanny" feel, but they reveal enough of their faces to show how terrifying their natural selves are. Jimmy pulls me over toward the plate, by the arm.
"Now, now," he says, "we just wanted to make sure you weren't starving to literal death. It's important to keep your strength up, if we're planning to play together."
I start shaking, feeling too sick and terrified to even taste what's been made.
"Oh, come on," Sarah playfully pulls my ear, "it's not like it's poisoned or anything."
I shut my eyes tightly and tense up. I-I hate when they touch me!!
"Do we have to feed you ourselves?" Sarah pouts, "Don't start being difficult, now..." she suddenly sounds excited, "Unless, you need us to feed you instead. That could be fun~."
I shakily reach a hand for the toast and make the cooked bread tremble with my hand; I am not letting these two do anything with me, if I can prevent it.
"Heh, heh," Jimmy laughs, "Sarah's right: you are adorable, when frightened."
Making myself eat the scrambled eggs is a little harder 'cause my shaking hand kept dropping lots of eggs from the spoon, when it didn't just drop the spoon entirely. But I finally manage to get it all down, despite my anxious stomach threatening me with vomiting, now that it has "ammunition."
"How about eating a little faster next time?" Sarah presses a finger into my nose, "That way, we can play sooner."
I shudder, since they're probably gonna make it "play time" now... They waste no time grabbing onto me, their visible eyes gleaming sadistically above their evil grins.
Sarah asks, "What should we play first~?"
Jimmy suggests, "Perhaps some new way of making her adorably helpless~?"
I start trembling, as I've got a feeling it's going to be a whole lot worse than simple tickling or that weird, limp state they put my body into before.
"We'll start easy," Sarah says, "and then work our way up to the really scary stuff."
She reaches out and grabs my wrists, forcing my hands up high above my head. Then, she holds my arms there, so tight, I can practically feel my bones cracking. They clearly have something planned that won't involve me staying against the wall for long, otherwise they'd probably have used the shackles instead. What are they planning, though? I notice Jimmy taking off my chained collar, so does that mean they're taking me somewhere: maybe out of here or into a further part of the room? The two give each other a look, before Sarah suddenly throws me into the air. I crash into the ceiling and fall off it, landing hard onto the floor. Then, I feel the back of my shirt being clutched.
Sarah shouts, "Upsie Daisy~!"
She throws me into the ceiling again, then I crash into the hard floor again. She keeps repeating the phrase, while Jimmy laughs at the (more for them) amusing twist on the game parents would often play with their young children. Each time, it's a painful "SLAM!" into the ceiling, before a hard "WHOMP!" onto the ground. It hurts like heck!
"Here's the last one, so let's give it our all~," Sarah announces, grinning at me, "Up we-- or YOU --go~!!"
he tosses me into the ceiling, one final time. This time, my body sinks into the brick-like surface and I form a me-shaped dent, before I slowly fall out of it and land. I cough, when I slam back onto the ground, and there's blood droplets mixed with my spit. My body hurts, especially my chest and back. I just lie on there, my breathing uneven and wheezing. I think I hear both of them approaching me, on either side.
Sarah asks, "Wasn't that fun~?"
I don't answer; I can't answer, it all hurts too much.
"Oh dear," Jimmy sighs, "I believe you might've overdone it, Sarah... It seems our 'toy' might've suffered some internal damage."
"It's not my fault," Sarah huffs, "I can't tell how tough they really are, until they finally break, remember?"
I slowly close my eyes, continuing my shallow breaths. W-Will I be lucky enough to finally be released from this and before it gets much, much worse...?
"Well," Jimmy says, "we can't let this one die, now, can we? Let's get her tended to..."
I think he's the one lifting my chin right now...? I dunno, I can't open my eyes nor do more than stay immobilized. It hurts... It all hurts so much. Suddenly, my throat wretches and produces a large spatter of, what I assume to be, my own blood through my mouth. I feel my chin being dropped immediately after, likely because whoever held my head up was trying to dodge the blood spurt. Another gag, and another mouthful of the iron-flavored substance escapes my mouth. I go back to wheezing and I'm just about ready to pass out. I'm then rolled off my stomach and onto my side, easing any chest pain with less pressure on it and still making it easy to spit out whatever blood I need to.
"Okay, okay," I hear Sarah's voice, "Just hang in there..."
I think she's also the one with their hands on my shoulder and head, before I finally pass out.
****
I wake up in my sleeping bag, but without the collar and chain around my neck, this time. Instead, I'm sore all over and can barely move. It feels like my chest is wrapped up and I can see that it is, when I look down at my abdomen. Unfortunately, that's as much as I can move my head... I also hear Sarah's and Jimmy's voices, and it sounds like they're arguing with a third person.
"For Heaven's sake, she only appears to be a teenager at oldest-- a YOUNG teenager!" the strange man's voice protests, "It's one thing when your little... 'games' are done with actual, heinous criminals or for the ever-important method of interrogating useful information from someone, but a seeming CHILD-- and especially one without the slightest use toward any job's completion?!"
"It's important not to have witnesses, either, remember?" Sarah huffs, "Jimmy and I are just making sure no one can run off and share what they saw, and having fun while doing it~."
"Would you have preferred we slaughtered her instead?" Jimmy asks, "Some would say that still being alive, no matter in what state, is a blessing in of itself, wouldn't they~?"
"Being assassins isn't a valid excuse to entirely throw out the concept of standards and morality, believe it or not!" the strange man huffs, "If you absolutely had to exterminate any witnesses, very well then; however, there is nothing 'necessary' about this cruel, prolonged torment! Keep in mind, there also exists the saying: 'a fate worse than death,' and this certainly seems like it for the poor child. I may not be able to force you both into releasing her from this torment-- and I certainly know better than to ignore the obvious difference in strength and numbers --but I highly implore you both to end this sadistic game of 'play,' immediately."
"Pardon me," Jimmy huffs, "but I believe we asked you here to help fix our 'toy,' above all else, so if you're finished..."
"... Very well, then," the strange man hesitates, "I shall take my leave, but consider what I had to say, yes?"
I think I hear him leave. No, please, t-take me with you and away from these two... N-Nope, it looks like I'm still stuck with Sarah and Jimmy-- even when they let others know about me. It really is hopeless; death really is the only way I'm gonna actually "escape" from this, I'm certain of it now. O-Oh no, they must've noticed I'm awake 'cause I catch them coming this way, from the corner of my eye... I shut my eyes tightly, as they walk over toward me. Too bad I'm too hurt to actually hide inside my sleeping bag, so I'm forced to lie out and be easily accessible. Crap, I'm crying from fear already... Huh? I feel... my tears being wiped away?
What's... going on...?
"You're okay," Sarah says softly, "We're not 'playing' right now, or for a while..."
I'm panting fearfully. I dunno if I can actually take their word for it... I-I know they want to hurt me more than anything, they find it funny!!! AGH... P-Panting is a bad idea, it's making my chest hurt...
"Easy now, Claire..." Jimmy adds, "Just breathe slowly and try to relax..."
My heart's pounding so hard, I swear it's trying to escape from my body through my rib cage...! UGH!! My head hurts, too... I suddenly feel some sharp point, on each fingertip of theirs, press into my collarbone and arms. I freak out, trying to get free; but I don't see much success, given my near-immobile state. Soon, my body suddenly switches to slower, normal breathing and my chest doesn't hurt anymore. Sarah and Jimmy remove their fingers from me, before each uses a hand to offer a less pricking and more soothing touch: both hands petting my head. I'm just lying there, trembling, and feeling utterly exhausted. I hear them try to offer more comforting words, than their usual brand of taunting and everything, but I can't understand what they're saying... I'm too tired...
They continue to stroke my hair and forehead, until eventually I drift off to sleep again. I wake up some time later, refreshed and calmer. I can finally sit up again, causing the chains on my returned collar to rattle. Crap, I hope that didn't get those two's attention, somehow... I don't see them, so I look down at my chest and touch the bandaged area. Urf, still stings a little... Well, it's definitely not as painful as before. Hmm, well, if I can move... I look around and see if there's any possible way to get out of this collar and out of here; or if I can at least free myself and find some way to kill myself after, if I can't get out of here. I'm escaping one way or another, and I know I can't take them out instead-- especially when I'm hurt like this. So, I decide to start with something simple first, which is getting the chain off my neck.
I carefully examine the chain: it's without any cracks or other weaknesses. My collar also feels like it's perfectly intact and that keyhole, found by my fingertip, tells me I'll need an obvious key. If only I had Sarah's terrifying strength, maybe I could then just pull the chain off the wall and create my own exit. Unfortunately, I'm just simply "above average," when it came to the strength of small girls. So, I guess I'll have to come up with a different plan. I sniffle, knowing I've got nothing else to do except wait for whatever happens next, in the meantime. The door opens, so I turn to see who's coming in. It's Jimmy! Where's Sarah, though? Well, at least that means I only have to worry about just one of them... Unless, she'll also be here, soon enough. I instinctively hide inside the sleeping bag, as Jimmy approaches me. I tremble, which makes my chest sting a little because of the movement, but I've a lower fear threshold than a pain one.
He sits beside me and I hear him whisper, "Hey, Claire," he reaches in and strokes my head, making me flinch, "You're looking better already."
I don't think that's a good thing... It may mean they'll get ready to "play" with me again and I may get hurt worse! Well, at least they may decide it's time to "break" their newest toy and I can finally be freed from this.
"Don't worry," Jimmy continues, "we now know you're one of our more fragile 'toys,' so we'll play more carefully next time."
I then hear Sarah's voice: "Is she better yet?"
No, no, no, no, no... If they're down here together, that increases my chances of having to go through more "playing"... Even worse, it's probably gonna hurt more this time, when I'm still recovering.
"Her condition's improved," informs Jimmy, "but she still needs some rest."
"Okay..." sighs Sarah, "But I want to play again, as soon as possible," I feel her patting my back, through the sleeping bag, "But we'll do it more gently and nicely this time, I promise~."
Well, at least there's that "good" news, I guess... I try to ignore the fact that I'm being touched, but it doesn't work very well. Then, it becomes even harder to ignore... but more pleasant? Don't get me wrong, I still realize it's a kidnapper-- and a murderous one at that, given the "assassin" comments of the strange man or that dying person they killed in the woods --but it's definitely a more "caring" hold, if that's the right word: she must be kneeling, or something, but I can definitely tell she pulled me into a hug from behind. It feels nice, actually, almost like a mother's embrace. But it's not my mother, it's an evil woman-- an evil woman teamed up with an evil man. I have to remember that, no matter how "nicely" they decide to "play" and when they decide to act more soothing. I can't forget how I even ended up here in the first place, after all!
"You really are one of the best toys we've ever had," Sarah says, "Too bad you're also one of the easiest to break, otherwise we'd get to enjoy that cute, scared, helpless face more often... Oh well, we know gentler ways to make you squirm~."
I'm feeling my blood run cold, to where I can't tell if I'm shaking from fear or a freezing body...
"We'll let you sleep for a bit longer, though," Jimmy adds, "and then we'll start playing with you again~!"
"So, keep resting up~..." Sarah holds me tighter, but still gently, "We want you to be nice and full of energy again, real soon. That way, you can handle more and make the next 'playdate' last longer~."
My heart pounds against my chest and I feel like throwing up. The thought of more "playing" makes me sick. I think I'm shaking hard enough to make Sarah do the same, while she's still hugging me.
"Jeez," I hear her huff, "maybe we should consider you more of a 'baby doll' than a 'teddy'..."
"Don't be too upset with her, Sarah," Jimmy reassures, "She's probably just shaking with excited anticipation~!"
"You're right, she's probably thinking about all the fun stuff we'll do together~!"
They laugh at me and I'm trying to fight back tears. No, I can't... The most I can do is not flat-out sob, while the tears fall. Finally, the two stop laughing, and I feel Sarah leaning back and trying to hold me more comfortably.
"Go back to sleep, now..." She speaks low and soothingly, "It really will make you feel all better."
She definitely makes sure I'll fall back asleep: she hugs me closer, rubs my back, and whispers softly into my ear. It doesn't work out very well, as I know giving into sleep means waking up to more torment. I need to delay it, as much as possible. But I'm tired and she seems to know how I tick, all too well, and I can't help but drift off... I wake up later, and find my wrists and ankles chained to the top of a table that I'm spread out on. My head is propped up with a pillow and I look around the room to see what's happening. I spot those two standing at the end of the table, where my feet are, and they're grinning evilly back at me. They must've been there the whole time, waiting for me to wake up.
"Good morning, sleepyhead~!" Sarah says cheerily, "Feeling better? You definitely look better, especially enough to play again."
I can't speak; I feel myself turning pale and I can't breathe.
"Oh, come now, there's no need to worry..." Jimmy chimes in, "We'll just have another round of fun, that's all~!"
He walks over to the side of the table and looks down at me. Sarah does the same, but on the other side. I shut my eyes tightly, bracing for whatever comes next.
"Good idea," Sarah taunts, "it always is more fun, when you can't see what's happening."
I suddenly feel something being tied over my eyes, a blindfold likely. I then feel some kind of cold edge pressed against my throat. I-Is that a knife...? ... Well, if it is, then maybe I can finally be freed? S-Sure, having your throat slit isn't the best way to go, but it's still a way to get out of here.
"I normally prefer knives for cooking," I hear Jimmy say, "but they can be great for 'playing,' too~."
"I like doctor's needles myself," Sarah adds, "when I get tired of the 'acupuncture' type of poking, it's fun to do the injection kind and see how I can make you squirm with whatever I put inside you~."
It definitely feels like she's pressing the tip of a syringe's needle against my arm! Neither one of them actually penetrate my skin, with their proclaimed tools, but Jimmy tauntingly moves the blade across my neck and Sarah taps the needle's point into different parts of my arm. Any moment, they could just decide to cut me or inject me...
"Try not to squirm too much," Sarah teases, "otherwise we might accidentally break the skin~!"
They laugh and mock me while doing this, and I can only lie there and take it. It's terrifying.... Since they seem to enjoy hurting me as much as possible, I brace for the inevitable stabbed throat or injection of whatever substance that'll wreck me from the inside out. Then, suddenly--
"Whoops~!"
"Oops~!"
I instinctively yelp, after it feels like both the syringe and knife have been forced into my body. Crap, CRAP, oh FU--
...
Wait a minute, I-I don't actually feel any pain? It also doesn't feel like I'm bleeding... In fact, it doesn't even feel like I'm experiencing the painful pressure a syringe would offer. I hear them laughing again and the blindfold is ripped off my eyes. Sarah and Jimmy wave their "knife" and "syringe" in my face, tauntingly: Jimmy actually had a metallic cream spatula, while Sarah only had a large mechanical pencil.
"You're so gullible, 'Baby-Doll~,'" Sarah pulls on the side of my face, "The Kankers are the ones who actually inject people with stuff, and we prefer leaving all that slitting and cutting to Nazz," she releases my cheek, "Well, we leave it to Nazz, when it's supposed to be with blades instead of strings, anyway."
Jimmy's cackling too hard to add anything.
"Aw, what's wrong?" Sarah sneers at my panicked face, "We were just playing, 'pretend,' silly~," she pats my head, "It's always fun to use our imagination, right?" she grins into my face, "It sure can be, like letting someone 'imagine' a real knife is about to make you drown in your own blood, or there's an actual needle getting ready to put acid or something else scary into you."
O-Oh great, they also play mind games, instead of just physical 'ones'... How long is this going to go on?!
"I don't think she enjoyed playing pretend, Sarah," Jimmy finally speaks, motioning to my scared face, "So, perhaps we should stop pretending and make things actually happen to her~?"
"Well, if she's not having fun with this instead..." Sarah's eye gleams with malice, "Then, we'd get to enjoy real screaming, too~!"
"Maybe you could crush her, with that fearsome strength of yours, Sarah?"
"Or, I could literally break her in half!"
"Then, perhaps I can assist, by slicing her with my sharpened strings?"
"Maybe we could do all of it, Jimmy~."
I gulp. If I was badly hurt from just simply being thrown around, last time, then what'll happen if they try any kind of "play" involving more serious harm?!
"Then, we could stitch her back together and do any other repairs a broken toy may need," Jimmy chortles, "so that we may do it all over again..."
"And, again and again~," Sarah adds, "At least, until we can't put her back together anymore."
They lean over me, with those wicked grins.
"What do you think, 'Baby-Doll'?" Sarah asks, "I guess it'd only be fair for you to get a say in~."
"J-Just kill me...!" I beg, "C-Cut my head off, or something that'll end it quickly...!!"
"But we're not done playing with you, yet..." Sarah pouts and flicks my nose, "Besides, who said YOU get to decide how you'll finally 'break'?"
I wince at the stinging contact, then clench my teeth when she holds my neck. It's not enough to actually strangle me, but I can tell she's planning to do a bit more. Her nails dig into my skin as she stares me down, waiting for some sort of reaction... I can feel the surprising sharpness of those tips, and I'm starting to wonder if they did something to their nails or the actual fingers to make physical manipulation easier. I'm just saying, it's odd for normal fingertips to control your body, in certain ways, just with a few jabs and pokes. Sarah's also smiling creepily and I'm wondering why she seems so pleased. Then, I realize it: she must've hit some kind of reactive point(s) on my neck because it's swelling!! I-I can't breathe...
They laugh at me, as I start gagging.
"Uh oh," Jimmy sneers, "is something the matter~?"
"I think she needs a doctor, Jimmy," Sarah smirks, "Let's play that, next."
"Good idea, Sarah, especially when she's already on an operating table."
"Oh, wait a minute, Jimmy... She doesn't like playing pretend, remember?"
"But Sarah, we never said any procedures would be actual pretend. The only 'pretending' we'll do is us being real doctors, while using real cutting, stitching and all other medical necessities~..."
I'm struggling in my restraints, as much as I'm struggling to breathe. No, I'm not having them hurt me again-- especially worse!! But, I can't stand the state they've already put me in, either: my throat's swelling up and I'm choking on my own air... Maybe I'll be lucky enough to pass out from a lack of oxygen, so I'll at least be out cold during all that stuff. I panic further, after watching them suddenly pull up a cart of tools, and while showing me the evilest of smiles and glances.
"I'll make the incision, Sarah!" Jimmy orders his friend, before pulling a scalpel from the cart, "You can do the needle-related work, both with the... 'anesthetic' and the necessary stitching."
I'm struggling harder now, as they bring the scalpel and syringe tools close to my neck. I-It's no good, I can only close my eyes. Teardrops fall out of them, after I feel the faint cut and poke of the tools; however, they didn't actually stick either item too deeply into me. In fact, they just barely broke the skin of whichever areas they targeted... Then, they remove the items.
"The patient's been put under, Jimmy."
"And, I've made a successful incision, Sarah, now I'll get to work on fixing the problem."
I feel him lightly cut my skin a few more times, and I'm wincing each time because I fear it actually cutting deep enough to do serious damage. That, and the stronger pain caused by the swollen muscles of my neck.
"All done, Sarah, sew her up."
"Sure thing, 'Dr.' Jimmy~."
She doesn't actually stick the pin through the underside of my skin, thankfully, but she zig-zags the sharp tip over each cut and that's painful in it's own right! I wince and squirm, getting Jimmy's elbow into my gut and instantly immobilizing me. GAH! That... Hurt...
"It seems you need to increase the amount of sedatives, next time, Sarah," he sneers down at me, "Luckily, I was able to put her back under."
"Oops, silly me," Sarah giggles, "Oh well, I at least did a better job with stitching her back up, right?"
"Indeed, she's good as new, I'd say."
I just lie there, trying to keep breathing and feeling my tears trail down my face.
"Still feeling under the weather?" Jimmy smirks, "Well, I know just the remedy for that: laughter always is the best medicine~."
Oh no, don't tell me they're going to do that again, especially when my throat and neck are like this?!
"You're right, Jimmy," Sarah adds, "laughter makes everyone feel better~."
No, please, it'll really hurt and be hard to laugh with a sliced-up neck and swelled throat...!!! Of course, they go ahead and start tickling me all over again, making me painfully gasp for breath and thrash in my restraints. AGH, this is pure torture...!!! Getting hurt, feeling pain, being held here against my will, being touched against my will-- I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!
Eventually, though, they stop. They leave me lying there and wheezing, while I try to calm myself down. It's a bit hard, when you're doing more sobbing than gasping. I hate this!
"Well, how are you feeling, 'Baby-Doll'?" Sarah taunts, "Are ya starting to feel better~? If you're not..."
ENOUGH OF THIS, JUST, ENOUGH!!! It doesn't matter how I respond, does it?! They'll look for any reason to torment me and I'll always just end up giving them the reaction they want!! I may as well just give up and cry, like the hopeless and trapped little girl I am!! So, I just do... Or, as best as I can manage with my throat like this and such little breath. I'm just... done. They both chuckle at my pathetic display.
"Oh, poor, weak Claire," Jimmy says, "So helpless, so pathetic~."
I don't care what you guys think, you'll just keep deciding to torment me, regardless... I ignore him and just keep crying.
"Well, how else is she supposed to be fun?" Sarah asks, "Boy, you really do deserve to be called: 'BABY-Doll.'"
More ignoring and crying.
Sarah asks, "What should we play next, Jimmy?"
"Hmmm, I know..." he suggests, "Let's play: 'Tic-Tac-Toe~'..."
Their version of the game involved pins with the appropriate "X" and "O" heads, after they draw the lines on whoever's going to be the appropriate "board." They promised to know enough about bodies, so they would make sure they didn't stick the pins anywhere that'd kill me or worse. It still stings, though... I had to go through 10 or so rounds of being jabbed, until they finally decided to stop that game, too.
Afterward, they decide to play a different game: one where they hold their hands behind their backs and have me pick one. They called it: "The Lesser of Two Evils," where the objective is to pick the hand that has the less awful item to be used on you. I wasn't very good, so I got some pretty bad cuts and stuff... Luckily, they just kept to the less painful and tougher parts of my body; so it wasn't the pure agony of having an eye stabbed, or my nails poked underneath and pushed off. Still, getting cut on your biceps and bruised on your shoulders can really hurt... Of course, I'm crying the entire time because who honestly cares at this point? This is just how it's gonna be, until the day they finally let me die, no matter what I do or don't do.
"Alright, I think we're done now," Sarah smirks, "Thanks for playing with us~."
P-Please, let that mean they've somehow gotten bored of me already and it's time to get rid of me...
"Uh oh, do I need to be more specific~?" Sarah sneers at my (possibly) hopeful-seeming face, "I meant just for today, silly~."
I slam my head back onto the pillow and grit my teeth. I feel them bandage up my current injuries, before they free me from the table and carry me over to the sleeping bag, to reapply the chained collar.
"Don't worry," Sarah says, "We'll let you rest up, then maybe we can play again the very next day~!"
I don't even bother to hide inside the sleeping bag, this time... Seriously, what difference does anything make at this point?! I just lie there and have my obvious sorrow be the only response available.
"Hey," Sarah pulls my ear, "save some of that for when we play again... It won't be as much fun, if your voice gets too tired to cry and scream during everything."
"Crying and screaming" now, doing it then-- who cares?!
"I said," she covers my mouth, "QUIET..."
I don't open my eyes, but I do stop sobbing.
"That's more like it," Sarah huffs, "Now, sleep tight, 'Baby-Doll.' We'll be right back with something to eat."
I just lie there, by the time they come back. I feel myself being sat up by my shoulders and I smell food under my nose, so I guess they're offering me something on some silverware.
"Come on, now," I hear Sarah say, "Eat up~."
I feel my chin being pulled to force my mouth open and the food being forced inside. It tastes like cut-up hotdogs, served on a fork. I opened my eyes when that happened, so I can see it's Jimmy as the feeder, and Sarah as the one behind me and sitting me up.
They set me back into the sleeping bag, after I've eaten all the food they brought me, so that I can be ready for more "playing" tomorrow. They do the usual hair-petting and all, before I can finally feel inclined to sleep. Please, just take me, as I rest...
*****
I couldn't tell, at first, when I woke up. After all, it was still dark when I opened my eyes. I thought I was blindfolded by my captors and possibly restrained, but I could actually touch my face and there was nothing on it. Well, except for my glasses, of course. Oh no... OH NO! I-I can't see, what did they do to me?! I start crying again, since fate decided to just make me even more helpless to do anything about this. I tried to convince myself that they maybe just moved me somewhere that's completely dark, but I feel my surroundings and it's definitely the same room: the sleeping bag, the wall with the chain, the large play matt nearby... I start feeling my body, curious if those two may have also done anything else to me, in my sleep. Everything feels right and the only sore spots are where they touched me before.
I hear the door open and some footsteps. I don't bother hiding this time, as I can't see Sarah and Jimmy anyhow. Wait, is there someone else with them?? There is: it's the voice of a woman I haven't heard (or seen), yet.
"Is she down here?!" the woman yells, "I really can't believe you guys!"
"So, what if we did?!" Sarah's voice snarls, "It's not exactly like you guys are perfect angels! We all kill people for a living, remember?!"
"Dude," the other woman huffs, "there's a difference between our 'career choice' and just being plain evil; you guys can't even argue that it'd help with taking out or finding a target!"
"Just leave us alone, Nazz!" Sarah roars, "Why do you care, anyway?!"
"Because, unlike some people," Nazz replies, "I want to try and hold onto whatever good's left inside of me, like not letting some random kid get tortured for your own fun; even the Kankers never turned out as horrible as you guys apparently did, think about that!"
"Oh please," Sarah scoffs, "those three would've probably buried her by now... Don't even get me started on if she was some 'handsome dreamboat' of a guy, instead of a girl."
"Just taking her out would be a lot less cruel than this, dude," Nazz huffs, "If you need to get rid of witnesses, fine, but you can fix that problem without being so sadistic about it... There you are. Are you alright?"
Is she in front of me? It sounds like it... I wonder what she looks like? I want to finally see a face that isn't laughing or smirking at my suffering, at least one last time...
"Hey, don't be scared," Nazz continues, "Okay, so, normally, we can't let any witnesses... 'stick around,' but I feel like it's too cruel to leave you like this. I also feel a little squigged out at the idea of killing anyone who might be under 18, if I don't really have to... Basically, what I'm saying is: I'm sure we can find some way to make sure you won't tell anyone what you saw, without having to hurt you any more than these two have already..."
"How do you know for sure?" I hear Jimmy ask, "I'd say, the damage has already been done, and our best option would be to either hold onto her or simply dispose of her. I believe you know which one we'd prefer."
Crap, if I'm hearing both him and Sarah, they're obviously in here!! I move my head around, as if I could somehow still spot them. Well, maybe my ears can help tell which direction they'd be in?! It'd definitely be a lot better than simply not knowing where they might be and get surprised by whatever contact they have planned next. I grit my teeth and wince a little, as my entire head seems to be straining itself, not just my ears.
"... What are you doing?" I hear Sarah ask me, "We're standing right here. At least, I think that's what she's doing..."
My left ear says she's in front of me, a bit away and to the left. I'm guessing Jimmy's near her, since they often seem to enjoy being by each other's side.
"Hey, can you see...?" I hear Nazz ask, "... Did you guys kidnap a BLIND girl?! How is that a 'dangerous' type of witness, when she can't actually describe you two to anyone or say anything more than: 'It sounded like a man and woman did it'?! Even if she actually did say anything, some people don't take blind witnesses as seriously as someone who could actually see things; don't even get me started on how you can't even 'hear' acupuncture being done to someone, so she couldn't even describe how you did it..."
There's a moment of silence, like Sarah and Jimmy are thinking about what she said. I imagine them looking at each other, even.
"'Blind'...?" Jimmy repeats, "Surely, she can see, otherwise she wouldn't have reacted in some of the ways she did."
Sarah huffs, "Let me see..."
"Hey," Nazz warns, "don't do anything else to her!"
"I'm not!" Sarah retorts, "I'm just making sure..."
Wh-What are they talking about; what the heck's Sarah doing?! I don't hear or feel anything, especially nothing painful or promising to be... I-I really hope this "Nazz" lady will step in, if they try anything!!
Sarah finally says, "... You really are blind..."
Nazz demands, "What did you guys do to her?!"
"Nothing to her eyes," Jimmy answers, "so we couldn't exactly tell you."
"... Then, she's probably suffering from hysterical blindness because of you two!" Nazz huffs, "From what Double Dee told me, it's no surprise she'd have the necessary stress for it! If only I could've found out about this sooner..."
"Hmph, tattling cad..." Jimmy huffs, "Count on the likes of him to ruin everyone's fun..."
"I don't think you'd find it 'fun,' if you two were the ones it happened to," Nazz retorts, "Until you guys can remember what sort of people you should actually be doing things like this to, then I don't know if I want to hang out anymore."
"What?" Sarah asks, sounding surprised and upset, "But you're my best friend, next to Jimmy..."
"Nazz, I understand our 'playful' ways might seem cruel," Jimmy tries explaining, sounding equally saddened, "but you must understand, it's really them who instilled this darker side into ourselves, ever since the day--"
"--They only forced us to become killers, not torturers!" Nazz suddenly snaps, "No one else has gotten this sick and twisted over the years-- not even the Kankers, like I said before! At first, I was willing to just shrug it off as how you 'did' things, but you clearly want to do it outside of jobs, too-- including to random kids! The 'assassin' thing can be forgiven for all of us, that's the only thing we don't actually have much of a say in; but anything more than that is YOUR decision, so excuse me for starting to finally see you two as the monsters you actually are. In fact, we're ALL starting to catch onto just what kind of people you really are and that's why no one else has been seeing you two, like I have. Even Ed, Sarah, because how can he still see his baby sister, instead of of some 'scary' psychopath and her equally messed-up friend, when this's how you act nowadays?"
A moment of silence lingers.
"... Sorry, dudes," Nazz sighs, "but I'm not really comfortable being near people who'd do this sort of thing for fun, instead of being forced to... Honestly, I'm starting to question if we even needed to be taken in the first place, in order for you both to decide this type of thing suits you. Just, let me take her, okay...?"
I suddenly feel someone hold my hand. Even though it's gently done, I still jerk away, just in case it's Sarah or Jimmy.
"Hey, it's okay..." I hear Nazz say, "I'm taking you away from here."
Honestly, I don't feel like being with any of you people, no matter what you say! I mean, for all I know, she's just putting on some fake, "nice hero" act, to get me to come along easily to something that's just as bad or worse! I mean, the man that came in here, a while back, didn't seem to really care about actually saving me-- even if he did protest about what these two were doing! I-I...
I...!
...
... Just, finally make it stop, please... I wanna go home or just wake up in my bed already...
I whimper and try to move away from the lady, despite not being able to actually see her, but I'm also careful not to somehow bump into Sarah or Jimmy. Crap, I feel the wall and know I'm cornered. I just cover my face with my arms, wondering what'll happen next.
Nazz orders, "Take that off of her, now."
I feel someone remove the chained collar from me, but I stay in place.
"See?" Nazz continues that gentle tone, "You're going to be okay now..." I feel her hand lightly rest on the side of my right shoulder, "Come on..."
I... I don't really have much of a choice, do I...? Well, at least she's my chance of finally getting out of here...
"Here," Nazz pulls me onto her back, "this should make things a bit easier... Hold on tight, okay?"
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I couldn't see where she took me, but I came to realize it'd be a hospital. Before Nazz left, she told me I'd be safe now and that I needed to keep quiet about what happened. She said, Sarah and Jimmy-- or even someone else from their "organization" thing --may come after me, if it seemed like I needed to be silenced about the assassination I witnessed. Normally, Nazz is supposed to do the same with anyone who finds out about them, but she couldn't bring herself to kill me because she felt bad for me and thinks I suffered enough. Trust me, I'm not even going to literally open my mouth anymore, if it means risking those two-- or someone who's somehow worse --getting a hold of me, again.
I felt relieved, when I recognized my mother's hug, while in my hospital bed. My parents had been freaking out, ever since I suddenly wasn't home when they came back, the next day. They promised to never leave me alone again, and that they'd make sure I was taken care of and helped with my blindness. I made sure to lie that I could only remember up to the point of reaching the woods: I "don't" remember what all actually happened nor how I got to the hospital.
Eventually, I got to go back home, but I think that only increased my stress because it's my own property I got kidnapped on... Even though I'm never going outside again-- especially not at night --I'm still expecting Sarah and Jimmy to suddenly reappear, now that, "Nazz isn't looking," or something... I'm also afraid of my parents getting hurt, this time, too. Soon, I can't really leave my bed, unless I have to use the bathroom, 'cause I just wanna hide under the sheets and in my room. My parents decide to let me do what makes me comfortable, since they don't want me to face worse stress that'll do more than just blind me.
I worry this's gonna be my new life, but I dunno what else I can really do... I'll never feel safe outside of here nor be able to relax-- not even enough to possibly regain my sight, knowing those two are still out there and may decide to "invite" me to another one of their "play dates"...
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[Epilogue]
Another day, another 24 hour period of staying within my room, and hiding away from the risk of being kidnapped and "played" with again. This truly does feel like the safest place to be, as sad as it is.
...
Well, until I realized my bedroom and bed don't make me impossible to reach, like I thought. It was probably late at night 'cause the whole house was quiet, and the fact my parents didn't seem to notice Sarah and Jimmy were in my room with me. I sure did, though, when I realized my pillow felt strange and that it was really someone's lap. At first, I thought it was my mom, since she'd often come running in whenever I had nightmares about those events. Then, I recalled something: my mouth was never covered, whenever that happened. When I wasn't sure if it was my mom, I felt the person and my hands could make out a dress's shape-- and I knew, all too well, who wore an outfit like that... Oh no... OH FUCK NO, THEY REALLY CAME BACK FOR ROUND 2!!!
I start squirming and struggling, but Sarah's got too strong a grip on me... I can't even turn my head! I can't even kick my legs, either, which feel like they're being held down... That's impossible, though, she only has two hands: I can feel them on my mouth and head. Then, Jimmy must be the other one here... I dunno what to do, so I just randomly decide to free my mouth. Maybe I could at least call for help, even though I don't know what my parents could actually do and I doubt the police could come in time...? I gotta do something! I keep struggling, expecting either of the two to break my arms or something, but they don't. Instead, Sarah... comforts me?
"Shhh, it's okay," she says, as I feel her fingertips stroke my head, "We're not going to hurt you, anymore..."
Huh, did I hear that right??? They seriously aren't gonna kidnap me, again, or something?? … Then, why are they here...?
Sarah asks, "You probably still can't see, huh?"
"It doesn't seem like it, Sarah," Jimmy answers, "it might be dark in here, but the window provides enough light and she didn't immediately react to us."
Crap, he is here, too... Wh-Why, what're they gonna do?! I-I didn't say anything, I-I...!! M-Maybe I should actually try to physically fight back, for once?! No, even with my sight, I know these guys are out of my fighting league and they've still got me outnumbered!!
"Anyway, we're here because... Nazz was right," Sarah continues, "Jimmy and I... We... We got... carried away..."
"Carried away"?! You guys made me cry, scared and caused me to feel pain! You're evil, you're just... EVIL! Leave me alone already...!!
"We're sorry, okay...?" Sarah keeps caressing my head, "It's just... Jimmy, can you help me? I don't think I can figure out the right words..."
Just leave me alone!!! I don't wanna understand your sick minds! I feel my eyes tearing up and the drops falling down my face. It's the only way I can tell I'm crying, since I can't rely on seeing the usual blurry and watery vision. I feel them being wiped away, though, most likely by Jimmy, as I still feel Sarah's hands on my head and face.
"Sarah and I..." Jimmy sighs, "... We've been through a lot, I suppose you could say: we've also been taken from our home, been made to endure hardships ourselves..." I feel him place a hand on my shoulder, "It's changed us for the obvious worse: morbidly trying to hold onto childhood joys we were robbed of, being a prime example... Each day, it seems our past innocence grows further and further away, to the point that young boy and girl might as well have died that terrible day, only to have two literal demons of Hell assume their places and spread torment above ground than below it. It also doesn't help, when you face a world where everyone else is allowed to maintain the normal, happy lives they can still choose for themselves. I suppose it just makes it all the easier to unleash your crueler side, including onto whomever is simply unlucky enough to cross your path, at an unfortunate time..."
Oh, so because they got their lives ruined, I guess, I had to have mine ruined, too...? Jerks. Well, it may be more-so "ended," depending on what all they're planning to do to me. Honestly, the only real objection I'd have to that is my parents' sorrow to lose me for good this time, but I don't care to keep living like this, either.
"I know it's asking a lot to be forgiven and that you have every right to deny us it," Jimmy continues, "But still, it's wrongful behavior that needs to stop and, in this case, have amends be attempted, at the very least. So, please allow us the smallest privilege of being able to apologize, even if it's left unanswered or shot down... As Sarah said, we're sorry."
Well... They sound... "honest" enough, I guess? I still want them to go away and never come near me again, though.
"We can't exactly promise that we can't hurt anyone ever again, though," Sarah sighs, "We're basically assassins, until the day we die-- but that's really not why we came to find you again, I can promise that, at least. The real reason we came back really is to apologize and let you know that you don't need to worry about us, anymore," I then feel her hold onto my head firmly, "And, maybe see if we could help with that blindness we caused. Nazz said that it's caused by 'psychological' reasons, instead of physical ones, so maybe we just need to help you relax a little. We don't just know points that can hurt people or worse, we also know ones that can help make people better or just FEEL better. Jimmy's going to hit some of those better spots, so don't freak out when you feel it happening, okay? I promise, that's all that's happening to you."
I wanna resist, but actually doing it won't really do much... I feel the jabbing done to my body and the gentle squeezing on my hands, while Sarah holds me tightly and still keeps my mouth covered. I feel my tension decreasing and my mind feels like it's suddenly (and literally) flooded with calmness. I don't believe it... For the first time, in a while, I'm starting to kinda relax. Yeah, there's still the fear of who's in the room with me, but my brain's finally able to stop talking about everything that happened and be quiet. Maybe it also helps that my brain acknowledges my current inability to do anything, and decided it's better to just accept any possible death here and that any stressing-out won't really make a difference.
Eventually, I feel Jimmy stop and Sarah stops "restraining" me. My eyes almost instantly shut, after she returns me to my original lying position.
"Feeling a little better...?" Sarah asks, petting my head, "I don't know how much it'll actually help, but it can probably take a little off the edge..."
It seemed more like it took a LOT off the edge, instead: after that, I only stayed awake long enough to hear some promise about, "making things right and not stopping until then." For the next few nights, I kept awaking to their self-inviting presence within my room and it usually went: promises of no further harm and other attempts to decrease my fear of the two, perhaps an additional apology or two, and a less scary session of acupuncture that'd further decrease any remaining anxiety. It's not like they just hit magic buttons that suddenly made me better, it just made it easier for my brain to finally release the endorphins and such I'd been denied for so long, I guess. Acupuncture is all about making the body respond to however you poke it.
Then, one morning, I could tell my eyes were opened-- and not because it felt that way: I saw the blurriness that often accompanies my glasses-less eyes. I quickly put them on, so I could enjoy sight in its complete clarity-- even though permanently blurry appearances would be enough for me, after how long I've gone without any semblance of vision. My parents were overjoyed: they wept and hugged me, not only pleased I could see again, but to see me so eager to leave my room and be comfortable outside it again. Well, even if it was just to literally see everything again, I wasn't gonna waste the appreciated second chance for a life that I'd almost lost forever: one I could live to the fullest of my abilities (and senses), with pleasures I'd no longer take for granted. Of course, the current chapter of my life wasn't over yet... Sarah and Jimmy would probably be back tonight, too.
When the night did come, it was dehydration that woke me up instead. I made my way to the kitchen, but kept gazing around for any sign of them. None, whatsoever. I finally returned to my bedroom and got ready to climb back into my bed; however, I find myself stopped, when I notice my window being slowly opened. I've got a feeling it's them, but it's good to be alert, in case it's a robber or something. Nope, it is them. At first, we just locked eyes 'cause they must've been surprised I could visually acknowledge them. After all, the window made no sound that'd alert someone blind and then there's the way I stood toward their direction. They each curiously hold a hand up and I wave back. I could see them smile and they both beckon me over with a hand. I wince, as it's a bit too similar to when we first met...
"It's okay," Sarah whispers loudly enough to reach my ears, "we're not going to do anything, we just don't want to wake anyone else up."
I nervously walk over, keeping my guard up. I only get close enough to be just out of reach, or what I assume is too far for them to grab me from. They probably could tell I wasn't ever gonna fully trust them, even though they acted nicer the past few nights, but they didn't seem upset by it.
"Alright, I guess that's good enough," Sarah still smiles, "So, you can see again?"
Yeah, but I don't want it to include you guys...
"... Okay, I guess that was a pretty stupid question," she continues, "What about everything else: is it easier to leave your room and relax a little?"
I answer, "... I guess so..."
"That's wonderful to hear," Jimmy replies, but then frowns, "You certainly don't deserve to be robbed of happier times and life in general..."
Sarah's now frowning with him, while they both share a guilty expression and look down.
"... Well, if you're better," Sarah sighs, "I guess that means we're done here... You probably want us to get lost anyway, right?"
Do I even need to so much as nod?
"Farewell, Claire," Jimmy wraps everything up, "You have our word that this is the final time you'll ever see us again-- and that you'll never need to fear us tormenting the innocent and 'uninvolved' ever again, as well. Try not to waste your second chance of a normal and fulfillable life, especially when very few are lucky enough to have one themselves..."
With that, they kept to their word. I never again saw them and ensured to be more careful, as to prevent a situation like that from happening to me, ever again-- especially when I'd likely be denied any third chances at that "normal and fulfillable" life. Still, it's not like I lived my life in fear 'cause, again, I'm trying to enjoy all the things I took for granted and appreciate what I can, before it all gets taken away for real.
Yet, sometimes I have to question, though not as fearfully as before nor as some form of endearment: would it really be impossible to ever see them again and could they somehow not be as evil as I assumed? Obviously, there's a reason I say, "not as," and don't just dismiss them of being so altogether; but I'm curious what they're like when they're not being cruel and sadistic, when they're showing more of that nicer and remorseful side that seemed rather genuine. Maybe they just wanted to feel better about themselves, but I can't help wondering-- especially if they could have other friends, like that "Nazz" apparently was... Maybe in another life, they could've been truly good people. Perhaps even, the type of people I wouldn't mind seeing again and maybe even befriending. Jeez, imagining my ex-captors and me as friends... I guess I really did get Stockholm Syndrome. Well, I'm not crying about them being gone, so I guess it's not too bad of a case. Still, weird people like that don't really leave your mind, even if it's not in the form of trauma to haunt it.
In fact, maybe it's subconscious paranoia, but I don't really feel like they've left my actual life, sometimes. Then again, they only did say I wouldn't "see" them ever again... It would explain the time my parents left on that business trip: no one else was in the house during those two weeks, yet I could've sworn I recalled someone tending to my sick self, after I caught a bad case of the flu, as fuzzy as the memories may seem.
[End]
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Author's Notes:
Well, a bit more... morbid for my usual brand of "writing practices," but I do plan on writing actual horror, in the future. Plus, it's admittedly fun to imagine a darker side to the "assassin" versions of our favorite EEnE characters. I know, some of you might joke, "You call this: 'uncharacteristically cruel' of the loud brat that torments her loving brother and for a scheming little weasel like Jimmy...?" but you gotta admit, it'd feel like a stretch to imagine the two actually doing worse than the usual angry fisticuffs or sneaky screwing-over of others. Assassins or not, I don't think the two would ever actually become pure evil that walked out of Hell itself.
I also worry it seems weird and "fetish-like" to simply mention the two tickling Claire-- especially more than once, but it probably would be a realistic form of torture chosen by those who want to bastardize forms of childlike play... Plus, these two were listed as having acupuncture, of all things, as their main assassination weapon, so I'd say they're a pretty touch-heavy duo. Sometimes, it's probably easier to make a target squirm through more basic means, than racking your brain in trying to remember what each spot/point does to a target specifically. Well, hopefully it doesn't feel strange, since there's not really an in-depth description of it...
Also, I really recommend NovelAI: it's a fun way to practice writing and, oddly enough, I ironically find myself doing more writing myself with it than I do in Google Docs. I dunno what about it seems to get my creative juices flowing better: it being a paid service and thus I'm feeling inclined to do more work, the excitement of seeing how it replies after paragraphs of original text... I dunno, I just find it easier and more encouraging to write with it, than anything else. Plus, sometimes it gives me really great ideas for writing dialogue and all, whether I'm stumped and simply need a suggestion, or when I'm simply curious what it has to offer. ... At least, when it's not making things "inappropriate." Seriously, N-AI, this is not supposed to be a smut-fic, stop suggesting Sarah and Jimmy handle Claire in a more NSFW manner!!
Also, in case you forgot or didn't know: Sarah and Jimmy's assassin nickname is, "The Dollies," hence the title.
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Can I ask what it would be like for Solsu having to take care of drunk romanced companions? Bonus points if they're told about their shenanigans afterword.
Cait:
(Angry drunk)
•It's best that you don't drink in polite company with her. She's already a feisty individual with a burning passion for inflicting pain, you make her drunk and it's only a matter of time before she incites some horrible fight.
•Sounds funny, but it's really not. Reign her back. Please.
Curie:
.......you aren't really gonna let her drink, right? I highly advise you don't....
Danse:
(Horny drunk 👀)
•Danse hardly ever partakes in more than a couple glasses with company and this is exactly why.
•At first it all starts off nice and smooth, just Danse beginning to gradually relax- which is "outstanding" considering his usual rigid disposition. However once that fine line of too many drinks have been crossed, all hell breaks loose.
•It'll start with comments on your appearance, simple incessant "you look beautiful"s spoken with dazed eyes...then it escalates to Danse pulling you into his lap where you're met with his obvious "intentions" prodding you in the ass, all while being held in a bear hug from a blushing, smiling Paladin who happens to look like a kicked puppy when you make him calm down with a drink of water. Don't worry, he might mope but he'll quit if you tell him to.
•Perks back up when you tell him it's time to go to bed...only to mope even more when he realizes that no, it isn't for sexy times. No worries, he'll be happy so long as you let him hold you..
•Is absolutely ashamed and horrified of his behavior when he wakes up and you tell him what went down. Probably will hide his face in his pillows and try to disappear. Swears he won’t drink again and make a fool of himself like that….will totally drink some more.
•Just be lucky he wasn’t feeling melancholic like a post BB Danse would.
Deacon:
(Stupid drunk..)
•Ever seen that one video of that guy busting through drywall like Kool-Aid Man? That's Deacon's level of maturity when properly intoxicated.
•No worries, Desdemona is going to bitch at him from the time he does something too stupid until he isn't even drunk anymore. Frankly, he deserves it too- he's destructive, reckless, and...well..hilarious, but that doesn't mean it's redeemable!
•He seems to perfectly remember all his antics, some he even reflects upon with a proud grin..until his hangover ends up making him wince in pain. Just...take care of him, there isn't any point in trying to scold him. Des has that covered anyways.
Gage:
(Emotional drunk)
•A drunk gage was both extremely rare because of his genuine hate for alcohol and also very shocking. Sure, one may assume that someone so rugged and tough like a raider- especially Gage- would have no issue handling his liquor....oh how wrong you could be...
•You weren't entirely sure what happened, much less where he got the idea, but somehow Gage got the absurd notion that you decided he wasn't good enough for you and you were going to just leave him behind. He'd keep it in for a while, slowly growing more quiet as he took practical gulps of his drink. That doesn't last.
•Eventually he starts to cry, silent tears pouring from his good eye. Whenever you actually notice, it's too late. Just pray no one else is around when this next part happens.
•All it takes is you coming to his side, placing a comforting hand on his back and he crumbles. He'll grab you and push his face into your chest and start sobbing, wailing incoherently as he begs you to not leave him.
•It might seem humorous, but it raised several questions.
•The morning after his outburst, you wake up extra early to present him with a half way decent breakfast in bed- extra grease on the food for good measure. Once he seems to be more coherent, you make sure to talk to him about his apparent fear of you not loving him...which brings him close to tears once again whenever you finally convince him that you do in fact love him and won't ever leave his side so long as he loves you back.
Hancock:
(Stealthy drunk)
•Unfortunately, the mayor of Goodneighbor doesn't really have any fun antics..well at least any that would point to him being intoxicated. Sorry.
Macready:
(Over indulging drunk)
•Mac is arguably the best one to get shit faced with, especially if you like drugs and food. Oh yeah, something about eating while intoxicated is irresistible to him. Think of it like munchies, but in Mac's case, five times as bad.
• After a couple drinks, Mac nonchalantly will reach into his pocket- gesturing for you to come close- before putting a cigarette in your mouth and lighting up- using your's to light his own. If you don't set a stopping point, the two of you will wake up down two packs, several empty containers of jet, and crumbs everywhere.
•When faced with the consequences of his gluttony, Mac will just sit there and whine as his stomach does cartwheels. That's punishment enough...
Maxson:
(Mr. Vomits-a-lot drunk)
•It takes a whole hell of a lot for Maxson to get shitfaced thanks to his rather strict habitual drinking. After all, it would be a strange day if you didn't see him knock a bottle of whisky out before finally turning in..which was kind of sad come to think of it..
•Nonetheless, he does occasionally push his limits when he's especially stressed and it's never pleasant when he does.
•It was sort of funny, in retrospect. One minute you and him were sitting on the flight deck together, casually talking whilst finishing off a bottle of shitty vodka (unknowing that he had already burned through countless bottles before meeting you) when suddenly Arthur started to look pale. It just kept getting worse until eventually he was frantically motioning for you to follow him as he ran to the railings, sticking his head over before throwing up whatever was on his stomach..sending it to a several hundred foot drop below.
•It's a good thing you held him, otherwise the brotherhood might've been short an elder and you short a partner.
•When confronted with his..let's say "overindulgence", he'll sort of look away and try to change the subject. It's probably best if you try to hide liquor for a while.
Nick:
(Doesn't drink....)
Old Longfellow:
With his age and experience? He's the same as Hancock.
Piper:
(Daredevil drunk)
•Hope you're sober, because if you aren't- there's a good chance you'll be spending the night in Diamond City Jail.
•Piper is reckless on a good day, putting alcohol with that in mass quantities and she's wild. Just hope you have strong will, because she sure as shit isn't going to back down easy.
•It's kind of funny, but her go to is to do crazy shit. Jump off the roof? Hold her cup. Want to vandalize the great green wall? Fuck yeah. Nothing beats the time she wasn't careful and threw a lit cigarette down Ann Codman's cleavage during a heated argument with her.
•She has no regrets either, so don't expect her to be remorseful in the morning whenever you tell her what she did. If anything, she'll just laugh next time she sees Ann.
Preston:
(Over thinking drunk)
•If it wasn't lowkey annoying, you'd probably think Preston's drunken neuroticism was hilarious. Not to be gotten wrong, but even sober, your love could be extremely insistent..mix his anxious attitude with liquor and you end up with a terrible night.
•You knew better than to let him have more than a couple beers, seeing as his tolerance wasn't exactly the best, and yet here you were. Preston pensively sitting at the bar beside you, rich eyes narrowed and focused on the liquid in his glass- his hands resting against his head.
•"I know you're dying to ask...." "Okay babe, since you brought it up...do you think putting electrical wire around our people's settlements would be a bad idea? It might closely resemble a prison but it's for their own good. Wait- shit, what about the kids? Oh god..."
•He may just sheepishly rub the back of his head and apologize in the morning..but he'll be quick to revisit some of the key points and ideas with you if you so much as give him a chance.
X6-88:
(Ridiculous drunk)
•It was only one time..thankfully.
•You, and your whole group of friends had to convince him to try it out- but once he started, he couldn't stop.
•This asshole would throw down drinks faster than Hancock..which was terrible considering his painfully low tolerance to alcohol.
•One thing goes to another and next thing you know, "The Wanderer" is playing in the background, X is singing and dancing like an idiot, and everyone is gathered around- terrified at what they were seeing. It's sort of like seeing a deathclaw do ballet- so, totally understandable.
•He dares you to bring it up later, dares you.
#fallout#paladin danse#fo4 companions#fallout companions#danse#elder maxson#fallout 4#porter gage#curie#slight tw#deacon#x6 88#cait#hancock#fo4#nick valentine#arthur maxson#brotherhood of steel#macready#Maxson is a raging alcoholic
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Doctor Who rewatch
Series 4 episodes 08 and 09
Silence in the Library/Forest of the Dead
A FULL PLANET OF LIBRARY - now that would be a dream. Especially if I could just teleport people out when they annoy me.
Remarque : the Doctor says "spoilers" first. Just, little funny things you notice when you're rewatching for the 20th time.
"If you want to live, count the shadows." - line that should be as often quoted as "don't blink".
RIVEEEEEEEER - hello Space Hair! I love River so much. Note to River haters, Moffat haters and RTD fangirls : River, arguably one of the most intriguing and exciting characters of New who, was introduced by Moffat, during the RTD era. Do what you want with that.
"I lied, I'm always lying." - rule number one : the Doctor always lies. Seems like River picks up the Doctor's rules as her own.
"Bet your life?" "Always" - LISTEN. In this episode? That line? UNCALLED FOR. That's really mean.
"Almost every species in the universe has an irrational fear of the dark. But they're wrong. It's not irrational. It's Vashta Nerada." - lines that really explain why the whole show is known for having audience dive behind their couch. That is properly creepy, Doctor.
CRASH OF THE BYZANTIUM. River references the Byzantium as early as s4!!! I had forgotten that! Moffat really had everything lined up from the start. Man, I love his writing.
The pain on River's face when the Doctor says he doesn't know who she is... I need a tissue.
River not knowing Donna... Hurts. Donna deserves better. Donna needs to come back. Come on, Flux + new RTD era? We can totally bring her back, rewrite her ending!
Squareness gun - Jack has one in s12 - those little easter eggs you would hardly notice if you were a normal person. Luckily I am not a normal person.
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"And then you remembered" - Doctor Moon is really creepy. That whole dream world, with time just jumping around, gives me the heebie jeebies.
Ooow, Lee. Sad. Donna makes me sad.
"Gorgeous and can't speak a word." - and later on when she says "what does that say about me" and then you just want to cry because Donna just wanted to be loved. She wanted someone to love her completely and unconditionally and she thought she didn't deserve it, she thought she was unlovable. And yet she was absolutely fantastic, just brilliant.
River's pain turning to anger : "He hasn't met me yet". River's arc is so sad.
Ooh, oof, hints of Rose's theme when she tells him his name. Paiiiiin. By the way, the music in series 4 is so totally different from the music in series 7 (the latest episodes I've seen before were series 7, hence the comparison), and yet it's still Murray Gold. In these two episodes, the score is basically omnipresent. It goes along with each scene, the rhythm changes with, well, the shadows and the scares, it underlines each lines. In series 7, the music is softer. Less big scores, more actual themes, as in leitmotiv. You know sometimes I wish I had studied music from a young age so I could be able to actually study movies and tv shows soundtracks more accurately.
"We did not come here. We come from here. We hatched here. These are our forests." - alright, when you start to consider it from the Vashta Nerada's perspective, they're actually victims too. Their trees were cut down and mashed and turned into paper with them still eggs, still unhatched spores, they didn't even have a chance to live before they were brought to the library, and then they were stuck with no food for a century. I mean. I'm not taking their side. But hey, maybe let's not cut down forests indiscriminately and destroy whole ecosystems, maybe? Oh, look, an environmental perspective in a Doctor Who episode. How novel.
"You know when you see a photographer of someone you know, but it's from years before you knew them? It's like they're not quite finished; they're not done yet. Well, yes, the Doctor's here. He came when I called just like he always does, but not my Doctor. Now my Doctor... I've seen whole armies turn and run away, and he'd just swagger off back to his Tardis and open the doors with a snap of his fingers. The Doctor in the Tardis, next stop everywhere." - in terms of epic, badass quotes, that's a winner there. But it's also a very good portrayal of the Doctor's character arc. The Doctor is constantly growing and evolving and changing what being the Doctor means. The Doctor for one person is not the Doctor for another. Who the Doctor is is not set in stone. What the Doctor stands for is consistent : "never cruel, never cowardly", always kind, everybody lives. But how the Doctor becomes the Doctor is a constant journey. A journey that is especially obvious after each regeneration.
"I am the Doctor." "Yeah, some day." - he is the Doctor now for Donna, but he is not the Doctor for River.
"I have the two qualities you require to see absolute truth. I am brilliant, and unloved." - Miss Evangelista belongs on the list of one-time Doctor Who characters who 1, deserved better, and 2, are really deeper than at first glance. Also I do believe that her being transferred to the data core isn't what changed her IQ. I'm pretty sure while still alive she was smart, but because she was told all her life that she was stupid, she ended up believing it right to her core, and dying and being saved into the library just got rid of her self-inhibitions.
"Don't play games with me. You just killed someone I liked. That is not a safe place to stand. I'm the Doctor and you're in the biggest library in the universe. Look me up." - most of the time I forget that Tennant played crazy Barty Crouch Jr, and then Ten starts twisting his face and gets angry and scary and I remember. Ten is dark. I mean, all the Doctors have their dark side. But Ten's dark side is a thing of beauty.
Anyway. That's a really great two-parter.
#doctor who#dw series 4#dw review#dw rewatch#rapha is being a whovian#tenth doctor#donna noble#river song#silence in the library#forest of the dead#steven moffat#russell t davies#so i'm going to call this my 'rapha rewatches river's story' because i'm about to rewatch all her episodes#she's a queen okay she's a badass sexy awesome woman and i adore her
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on my shelf: soundtrack to my third year of uni - summer
Now that was a busy semester! It felt super long (and super short). The first half was relatively relaxed but I’ve been permanently stressing out about something uni-related (usually my English Lit oral exam) since the end of May. But the worst is finally over and I can finally make this post as per tradition!
Basically, in the first half of the semester I listened to a bunch of different stuff, but since May I’ve basically only listened to one group and consumed almost exclusively their content... dear readers, I have become an ARMY. I never thought it would happen, but here we are. More on that below. Let’s get into my soundtrack for the semester (and this time it’s basically in chronological order)!
SWMRS: Berkeley’s on Fire (2019)
My first encounter with SWMRS was seeing them open up for All Time Low in my first or second semester and I loved them. But I couldn’t really get into their first album (Drive North) and Berkeley’s on Fire also took me a while, but only because I was so busy listening to Charlie Burg in February. I think this album is much more representative of who SWMRS are as a band and of the group I saw live in 2017. It’s diverse but full of energy from start to finish. It’s got heart, it’s sincere, and it talks about a whole range of topics that are sometimes important and sometimes more heartfelt. I especially loved listening to “Bad Allergies” during allergy season, because, well, same. This album gets you moshing alone and also contemplating life, which is very much my cup of tea. My favourite track is probably “Trashbag Baby”.
The Maine: You Are OK (2019)
Another band that I have listened to before, on and off, and never really found much of a connection with (though I did kind of love American Candy - the Warped Tour Instagram account gave out digital copies for free once, so I downloaded it because- free things). Some of my mutuals were very excited and in love with this album though and I also needed to hear that message, so I checked it out and completely understood what they were on about. I’d call some of the songs “epic” without them sounding forced to be like that - they don’t have that stadium rock, U2/Coldplay/Imagine Dragons feeling, where it can sometimes seem heartless and corporate. This album drips with love and heart and genuine caring. It makes me feel uplifted and wallowful, comforted and sad, all at the same time. I especially love the first four tracks and would recommend checking out “Slip The Noose”.
Vampire Weekend: Father of the Bride (2019)
It finally happened!! For the first time since I became a fan in 2013/14 Vampire Weekend finally released new music!!! And it’s so good!!! For a solid like 2-3 weeks this one album was all I listened to. It’s both quintessentially Vampire Weekend and somehow also totally different than their previous stuff. Although, MVOTC was also a pretty big change and now it’s just a normal part of the trilogy. Album 4 is very long, but listening to the whole thing in one go isn’t any effort at all, because the tracks are so diverse and the order they’re in mixes the styles up nicely. You have some country-leaning tracks (the duets with Danielle Haim - which had me very excited because I love HAIM) that invoke more classical country and are very tasteful (as is the entire album to be fair). You have upbeat, fun tracks like “This Life” and even “Harmony Hall” (that brings back one of my absolute favourite VW lyrics: “I don’t wanna live like this, but I don’t wanna die”) that still have a dark undertone (”This life and all its suffering / Oh Christ, am I good for nothing?” over a boppy guitar). You have moody songs like “My Mistake” and rock-y songs like “Sympathy” and just basically a whole bunch of different things that all have that undeniable VW essence, even with a whole lot less of Rostam. I can’t forget the first time I listened to the album at midnight and was surprised by every new song. Would recommend for summer listening, but probably every other season as well. “Sympathy” is my favourite track.
BTS: (basically their entire discography since The Most Beautiful Moment in Life) (2015-2019)
Quick rundown of my history with BTS (even if probably no one cares): ARMYs start showing up everywhere on the internet in about 2015 and I’m annoyed by them and by the K-pop industry because of the manufactured feeling I got from the music (although I did love SNSD’s “Gee” - it’s a classic after all). The first time I really paid attention to them was around the time “FAKE LOVE” was released and gained a lot of international attention. I wanted to check out the hype. I disliked it so much, it made me uncomfortable because of how they looked and there was just too much going on for me in the music and in the video. But I’d also heard of “DNA” being popular and I kind of loved that song, although the music video was still too busy for me. Same with “IDOL” when that was released - super overwhelming. I wish someone had told me that they also had songs that weren’t nearly as overwhelming and very much my taste in music. But I figured that out by about May this year. So they started promo’ing “Boy With Luv” and I checked out a couple of their live performances on American TV of it and was pretty impressed by the song, their look, their dancing... When they were at the Grammy’s J-Hope’s smile seemed so genuine, friendly and warm, and that was the moment I thought - oh no. Here we go. Ultimately, it was their performance(s) on SNL that got me hooked. I wanted to know their names and watched a bunch of YouTube videos explaining who everyone is and their personalities got me. Everything I thought about K-pop - they weren’t and aren’t it. I started watching interviews and loving Suga because he can be so dead-pan. I started listening to their music and it just made me feel so good. Even though I don’t understand 95% of what they’re saying exactly, I can still tell, because their genuineness, their heart, their message comes through in the music and the tone of their voices. Map of the Soul: Persona was the first album/EP of theirs I listened to and I was kind of skeptical about if I’d like their music in general or not, but then I listened to J-Hope’s Hope World and decided to give their other music a proper chance, and I’m so glad I did. They cover so many different styles of music that there’s definitely something for everyone. Their music, their personalities, their seemingly endless video content, their message, their authenticity, their love for their fans, their existence is literally the only thing that got me through the past couple of months. Because of them I was able to wind down after a long, stressful day and just laugh out loud. Because of them, I didn’t have a chance to wallow in my sadness. Man, this is sounding so cliché and sappy, but whatever, this is the truth. And while I was very embarrassed to admit it a couple of months ago, I can now openly say I love BTS. I love every member (but since this is a thing in kpop fandoms: my bias is Yoongi/Suga and my “bias wreckers” are Hobi/J-Hope and Jin) and I love every album/EP (but at the moment especially Love Yourself: Tear). Some songs I love a lot are “Seesaw”, “Epiphany”, “134340″, “Pied Piper”, and “Spring Day”.
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This was a long post, I’m sorry! But I just wanted to get all of that out there, also just as a reminder for myself of why I loved these four albums so much this semester. The take away from this post, I think, is that sometimes, it might take a while before you appreciate something, but when you do, it’s all the more rewarding.
#summer sounds#soundtrack to university#bts#swmrs#the maine#vampire weekend#i'm learning korean with duolingo at the moment but it's not been very helpful in understanding bts lyrics or kdramas#i do know when they're saying man and when they're saying food - arguably two of the most important words#on my shelf
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The best restaurants in Santorini, Greece
This, of course, isn't a definite list. We didn't even try a fraction of what the culinary world of Santorini has to offer and I am sure there are plenty of equally fantastic or better places. But by these 5 restaurants stood out for us and came recommended by other travelers and locals.
Hope you're not hungry!
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1. Μεταξύ Μας / Metaxi Mas
9FQ5+H2 Exo Gonia, Greece
www.santorini-metaximas.gr
Metaxi Mas is a must whether you take a taxi, rent a four-wheeler, or simply walk from the charming village of Pyrgos. (We were advised very strongly against doing the latter by a very nice lady at a souvenir store: "It's not possible to walk, it's in the next village! But it is a wonderful restaurant, you must make it there regardless," she said. We did it anyway and it took about half an hour of walking downhill.)
And just like pretty much everyone we spoke to about Metaxi Mas promised, it is absolutely amazing. You won't find your regular horiatiki and moussaka here, but by the time you make it here, you've most likely had enough of those and will be excited to take a quick break. You'll also have a change of view, because the cozy terrace is overlooking the airport and the less photographed side of the island, which may be slightly less iconic but gorgeous nonetheless.
We started with Smoked Fish in a Chickpea Stew and the moment we tasted the dish, we knew that it would be the best meal on the island. We continued with Shrimp saganaki finished with ouzo, tomato sauce, fennel and feta cheese, which I will remember for a long time. And then, for a finale, a Spicy fried pork with Assyrtiko Santorini wine (which we were about to learn all about at a nearby winery, Santo Wines) with peppers, onion, garlic, Santorini cherry tomatoes, feta cheese and boukovo—red pepper flakes. Were we full? Of course. Did we want more? Absolutely!
It was our last day on Santorini, so we knew we wouldn't have time to return to Metaxi Mas, so we asked our lovely waitress if she could suggest just one more, small dish, simply because everything was so delicious that we'd love another bite. She said that her favorite thing on the menu was Oven-baked asparagus with Cretan graviera cheese and estragon, and we thought that a little asparagus appetizer would be a perfect finishing touch to this feast.
Little did we know that the "small dish" is in fact a huge plate filled with lots and lots of hot, melty, delicious cheese (with a little bit of asparagus buried deep under). It was way more than we wanted but way too delicious to leave behind and a taxi to take us to the wine tour at Santo Wines was already waiting. We might have burnt our mouths a little but we finished the asparagus and our wonderful waitress brought us a dessert packed to go because she knew we had to go.
If you're in Santorini right now and looking for some delicious food, I couldn't be more jealous of you!
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2. To Psaraki
Vlichada Marina, Vlichada 847 00, Greece
www.topsaraki.gr
Near the southernmost tip of Santorini, at the end of Perivolos beach you'll find the charming Vlychada port. Arguably the best place to view it from (and definitely the most delicious one) is To Psaraki taverna. You'll have to drive or take a taxi there but the place is worth the trip.
The actual restaurant is very nice but you really want to sit at the bright blue terrace across the street, which overlooks the port and the sea. Eating at To Psaraki feels like finding a hidden gem andt also like being on a Greek postcard at the same time.
The food is delicious and it starts from the very beginning—each table receives a bread basket and a portion of Santorini tomato paste with olive oil and oregano. (There is a tomato paste museum down the road, but it was still closed due to Covid when we visited.) We continued the feast with Fresh Greek mussels steamed with wine and spring onions (it's hard to imagine a more perfect dish to go with the view of sea and a distant smell of a seaport) after which a gorgeous Grilled Octopus arrived. Can't say that we were hungry anymore, but our main dish — fresh and homely amberjack was only about to be served. Accompanied by vegetables, tomatoes and a lemon, it was wonderful.
The restaurant overlooks the port and a short walkaway is Vlychada Beach with black sand, a beach bar and some amazing view of the cliffs, which makes it easy to spend a whole day in this small area.
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3. Kokkalo
25is Martiou 25, Thira 847 00, Greece
kokkalosantorini.com
We arrived in Santorini midday and after the initial shock caused by the overwhelming beauty of the view from the plane, then the taxi and finally from our suite, we were ready to eat. We picked Kokkalo purely because it was the closest recommended restaurant from our suite. It did take some climbing (everything in Santorini involves countless stairs and hills) and then a short walk along a busy, narrow street, but the place was 100% worth it.
We were greeted by a very friendly and quirky lady with a very particular sense of humor and a tray with 2 glasses of strong, local liquor. Day drinking it is! After hearing that we just arrived on the island, she was quick to recommend a local specialty—Santorini tomato fritters. "If you're going to have them, you need to have them here," she said, "we have cooking classes and we teach how to make them here." Tomato fritters are very tasty, but to be completely honest, it is one of those dishes that you try once and don't necessarily need to order again anytime soon.
We also got the Santorini Greek Salad and Chicken Souvlaki, which were both absolutely delicious and anyone could eat them every day for a long time. The presentation of the chicken deserves a special shoutout—it is definitely an attention-grabber when it arrives at the table.
Kokkalo is totally a great spot—it may not overlook the volcano, but staring into the flat side of Santorini with Anafi island in the distance is a pure pleasure! Mix that with great food, chilled wine and lovely service and you have a fantastic experience!
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4. Roka
Mpotsari 6, Oía 847 02, Greece
www.roka.gr
I'm not gonna lie, Roka was a bit of an accident (a great one though!) We hiked from Fira to Oia and we completely underestimated the time it would take us to complete the hike considering all the stops for wine, snacks, photos and views. They say that the hike takes from 3 to 6 hours and it did take us 6 hours (we're fast hikers but we stopped A LOT along the way to enjoy the views and wine) so when we finally got to Oia, we needed to eat before the sunset and most places were either booked or still closed because of Covid. We basically ran to check out Roka and it is semi-hidden in a maze of small, charming alleyways so we got a little lost trying to find it. We were greeted by a man who looked like he could be in a movie about a mafia-ran restaurant: white shirt and a tie, a sceptical gaze, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth, and a brutal silence. He turned out to be our waiter and luckily he turned out to be very friendly, much contrary to our first impression of him.
We were seated at the small back patio lit by the setting sun and overlooking the sea and some less touristy parts of town and the island. The food was absolutely delicious yet presented in a slightly pretentious but cheesy way. It is not taverna food and obviously the chef is aspiring to a higher level of a dining experience. To start we were served rusk with olives and delicious tomato paste, which we learned was typical of Santorini, famous for its cherry tomatoes. Then we continued with ‘Imam Bayaldi’ with eggplant, shrimps, ’Oyzo’ glaze and chilli garlic mayo and Mushrooms Ragout on a sourdough bruschetta with caramelized onions, cream and gruyere sauce. Those two appetizers were quite Huge And Totally Satisfied Our Post-Hike Hunger, But We Had Two More Dishes Coming - Main Courses This Time.
Skioufikta - Traditional Greek Handmade Pasta with Caramelized Onion, Eggplant, Zucchini, Tomato and ’Xinoturi’ From Ios, which was light, delicate and delicious. The shape of pasta is a bit like cavatelli and is a perfect vessel for the summer flavors of this dish. Fresh Dorado Fillet came with fantastic Parsnip Puree, Braised Leek that melts in your mouth with Hazelnuts and was topped with long, thin crisps that gave it an additional texture.
Satisfied and excited, we ran to the nearby Castle of Agios Nikolaos for a spectacular and unforgettable sunset.
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5. Naoussa
Fira Santorini Next to the Central Orthodox Cathedral of Fira Town Mitropoleos Fira Town, Thira 847 00, Greece
naoussasantorini.restaurant
When we arrived at this gigantic taverna, it was empty, with the only two guests eating at a table near the windows. We decided to sit at the other table with a view—right next to the couple finishing their dinner. It turned out to be a quite an unfortunate choice because those guests were an extreme example of a married couple who goes out to talk to other people in bars and restaurants. We spent the entire dinner listening about the wealth, success and amazing life of our co-diners, all the houses, apartments, businesses and countless trips all over the world were described in detail whether we wanted it or not. We also learned the history of their relationship including tidbits like: "Would you believe that after not seeing me for 2 weeks my husband chose to take me out to eat sushi instead of taking me to the bedroom straight from the airport?"
But back to the restaurant, the food was delicious and the sunset view (when we managed to look away from our interlocutors) quite terrific. We started with Dolmades, which are vine leaves stuffed with lemony rice and happen to be one of my favorite small dishes. The leaves are the best when they're delicate and not veiny, the rice needs to be moist and the entire thing is best served room temperature or slightly warm. So good! We also had a tuna salad with hard boiled eggs, which looked a bit like mess but was packed with unexpected flavor. We finished with a whole fish, which was absolutely perfect.
We did drink a lot of wine and we took our time eating, listening to the forced stories and admiring the sunset. At some point the initially empty dining room filled up completely and then it emptied again. It felt like we experienced the whole circle of sunset dining crowd.
#greece#santorini#food#restaurant#travel#best restaurants#best food#metaxi mas#to psaraki#kokkalo#roka#naoussa#vacation#sunset#islands#greek islands#fish#dolmades#europe#foodie#guide#pasta#wine#octopus#catch of the day#seaport#beach#mussels#oia#fira
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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒐𝒖
Colt Grice x F! Reader Dystopian AU
Chapter 2
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"[NAME]! AHHHH YOU'RE HERE!!" Hange screamed across the room. Your head was turning all around the bright, marble like room as you tried to find the familiar auburn head.
You whipped your head around after talking to Dr. Pyxis.
Dr. Pyxis smiled at you as he acknowledged Hange's presence and walked away. Hange was running, their hair flying with Moblit behind her muttering "sorry" and "excuse us" to the victims of their running.
They flung their arms over your shoulders and squeezed ever so tightly. Your breath hitched and reluctantly patted Hange's arms.
"My god! How have you been? You look stressed. Is Levi bothering you too much? You know you could just stay at HQ! You can live with me and it's cheaper!!" Hange muttered, burying your body into theirs.
You try to pry yourself from Hange's grasp, but they keep holding on.
"You know Levi never tells me anything right? I mean we've known each other for a while through us, I mean for God's sakes we dated! And then you're so busy writing up papers and meeting with people so it's just like I-"
Moblit grabs Hange's shoulders and pushes them away from you. He audibly sighed and buried his face with his hands.
You couldn't help but chuckle at the stark contrasts of their faces as they looked at each other.
"Hange I'm doing fine alright? And Levi's coming to the after party there's nothing wrong with him. By the way, you look ravishing," you said pretentiously with a little smirk.
Hange's face lit up, "Oh [Name], you are getting flirty. But yes thank you for the compliment."
Hange started sliding back and forth on the polished floor, posing in their velvet red suit, the coat tails swishing behind them. Their hair was down and curled at the ends, with the ends fringed with a brighter red from previous hair dyes. Hange's eyes and lips were tinted red, her overall theme and it looked messy, and rushed. Exactly the way you liked it.
Moblit smiled tiredly at you and you patted him on the back, "Moblit how are you besides sighing so much?"
"Oh fine, I just don't know how I'm going to survive this ball and the after party. I spent a good 5 hours of our evening last night, experimenting with some new tools for missions," he said nervously.
"Oh Moblit, don't stress yourself out so much. Your inventions and experiments are insightful and they truly contribute to the research. Take a break sometime," you say reassuringly, as you lecture him.
"That's exactly what I told him! I caught him doing experiments when I told him not to!" Hange said. "Lighten up for once Moblit!"
You nodded, "I agree. This ball isn't a job, it's a break for people who work their asses off like you to help save us."
"I guess…. But heyyy… aren't you and Erwin acting as dates when you're actually just pushing an agenda?" He inquired playfully.
You smirk at him, "The ball is my work time, the after party is when I loosen up."
Hange spoke up, "Speaking of which, CAN SOMEONE GET ME SOME ALCOHOL FOR ALL 3 OF US. 2 FOR ME AND 2 FOR THEM!"
You grabbed Hange by the shoulder and laughed into it, "I swear Hange you are so scary to be in public with."
They looked at you with a questioning gaze, "Well how the hell am I supposed to get wine when all the waiters and people are over there where all the rich people are? They'll come to me, not the other way around."
A dark-haired boy with green-blue eyes trudged over to Hange. Eren Yeager. Stupid little shit, you had to teach him for a while when you were training soldiers but a passionate one. Beside him was Armin Artlet, the blonde boy who was arguably one of the smartest children you've ever met.
"Here you go. The other waiters just told us to bring these to you," Eren murmured.
"Hey speak up, Yeager," you tell him.
"He-"
You looked at him again, "I'm just playing kid come here and give me a hug,"
He looked at you surprisingly and passed the glasses of champagne to Moblit and Hange before tightening his arms around you.
Eren and particularly his classmates were the only teenagers you have ever liked in your life. They were smart, determined, and knew how to goof off, and have fun. You developed a sort of parenting attitude towards them, as you watched them rise in the ranks.
Armin hesitantly wrapped your arms around you, but you pulled him closer and kissed the tops of their foreheads.
"My god how the hell did you grow? You're up to my neck now Yeager and Artlert too! What are they feeding you", you say sipping your champagne flute.
"The same thing they've been serving since we went to training camp," Eren said, snickering.
You raised your eyebrows at them, "So how's life going for you? Don't you have your special Survey Corps dance thing coming up soon? You guys excited for that?"
"Not me," Armin said reluctantly. "I don't have a date."
Eren started laughing at him, "Pffft… lame."
Armin threw a dirty look at him, "Oh shut the fuck up, you don't either."
You cross your arms and look at both of them, "The government parties aren’t all about relationships you know. It's about hanging out with your friends as well. If you really feel bad about it just go in a group together."
Armin spoke up, his mood lightening immediately, "Did you go in a group? Are you all still friends?"
You waved your hand nonchalantly, "My 1st time I didn't go, I snuck over to the underground area in the city I lived in and watched street racing with some friends. Got in trouble of course, but I got lots of money from bets. The next 2 times I did go with friends but the last time I went with-"
"Oh, we shouldn't have brought that up Dr. [Name]," Eren said apologetically.
"Oh no no no, don't feel bad I can't just keep my fiance's memory buried." You gulped at the choice of words but went on.
"He would have loved to share these stories with you. But for now, you should be hanging out with your other friends not with an old person like me. And try drinking a little," you smiled with a hint of sadness that was quickly upturned while you flashed your teeth.
Eren interjected, "You're not THAT old Dr."
"Sweetheart I am old all right. Now go I think Mikasa is waiting for you," you shoo them along with your hands and usher them back to the middle. The two boys quickly walked away back to their friends. You sighed and looked around you and realized Moblit and Hange were out of sight and Erwin was nowhere to be seen.
"[Name]."
"Oh my god, Erwin! You can't just sneak up on me like that!" You say as the blonde was literally looming over from behind you.
"Sorry but I was wondering how the papers are going. I was chatting with Mr. Zachary over there and he said he would love to sign our papers," Erwin tilted his head to the old man with the white beard and glasses.
"Doesn't he monitor the 3 parts of the government?" You asked Erwin.
He nodded, "Having him on our side would help us out a lot. Any progress for you?"
"Dr. Pyxis said he would sign. I just have to convince Nick and Nile," you rolled your eyes.
Nick believed that all the funding should go to the military police, to help protect the citizens. You have argued and counterattacked that one day there might be no people to protect, no military police to defend because the funding was put all into one place.
"AT LEAST PART OF THE FUNDING SHOULD BE PUT FOR OUR MISSIONS!" You yell at Nile.
Nile rolled his eyes, "Sorry to say this but the public might not agree. They don't care about your little missions."
"Well the PUBLIC Nile, is full of cowards who want to be protected by another set of cowards because the goddamn government doesn't know that the best place to put their money is in the Scout Regiment. They're the ones that's actually doing something," you say.
You stepped forward, "The public doesn't have an MD. The public has not spent a good chunk of their lives researching this. The public is not head of the government's esteemed research section. The public doesn't have knowledge that I do.
"Really cowards? What are you some self-righteous wannabe?"
"Oh shut the fuck up, Nile. All of you in this room are fucking cowards. People's lives have been lost just because we didn't have enough supplies and food for a group of 100 soldiers," you say and left the room.
That was 2 weeks ago and Hange and Erwin were present, and that's when you 3 decided to convince everybody to sign these papers.
Erwin nodded,"You can take a break for now, Nick and Nile are chatting up with some women."
You nodded at Erwin and parted ways. You grabbed a piece of dessert from the long dining table and leaned your back against the wall and drank more champagne. You lifted your head and tried to think of ways to convince them.
Nick was a religious man, and was one of the people who believed that the Warning was a sign from God. Maybe you could throw in a little religion, say that the money could help find out of it is really God. For Nile, just threaten the man. He was a coward at heart so that would be easy. But what if he backed out on the papers? Didn't actually mean it? What would you do then?
You hummed to yourself the possibilities, not even noticing the man standing in front of you.
"Uh, hey? You seem lost in thought."
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