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@gallfriday
Ms. Lopez, you are an enigma, wrapped in a hoodie, under a jaunty ponytail.
Is it me
"I'm pretty simple but I have explored. Thought I had found it but... I wasn't sure. Always had a feeling that there could be more! But I've been there, done that, bought it, tried it more than I can count. Shook it, stirred it, broke it, smoked it more than I can count...
Oh, but out of everything? You're my favorite! I tried a lot of things, but you're my favorite. Oh, I think I worked this out, finally worked this out... 'Cause out of everything? You're my favorite."
Whoâs been your favorite boss?
"I love ALL of my bosses equally, I could never pick a favorite! And you trying to make me choose between them is very uncool of you! You don't ask your mom which of her kids is her favorite do you?
Cause, if you do, then you've gotta sit there and watch her talk about how she's always loved your older sister more than you, how she's never had anything but contempt for you and your nattering! How the only time she thinks about you is when another bit of her current doll wastes away into dust and ash, and... and...."
"I don't- I don't have a favorite."
YSerebryakov aka YS (Russian, based Russia) - Nito, 2015, Digital Art: DrawingÂ
incubabe:
  âIf you wanna go straight, or at least make it seem like youâre goinâ straight, you need some semblanceâa a paper trail. Having a credit score, a pay slip, tax returnâs usually all the government cares about. And not havinâ it makes the company look bad, so ââ Ugh. Sheâd talked herself into looking over Thaliaâs finances. The legal sections, at any rate. No section for Loot And Booty in the 1040.
  âWould love to give ya comfort, but I think we both know thisâs, como se dice, a farce. Not a real problem.â Itâd be passĂŠ to note that the money talk had distracted Thalia from weeping, but Riley was aware, to be sure.Â
 âPaper trail? Like- Like when your bag of cash is too full, and the loose bills are flying out in the breeze as youâre running from the cops?â Lupin style. Or- One of the Lupins, she didnât actually know which one? They all sort of blended together. âI can go steal those things if you need me to, boss! Thereâs the IRS building on 1st street! I can get in and out of there during my lunch break.â
 Fist into the palm of her hand, she rolled onto her side (still curled up into a ball on the ground) and started working over the plan to break into another government building. The kind of henching she missed these days- Wait!
  âItâs not a farce! The cashier at the CVS is so unpleasant. I missed last seasonâs battle pass and everything. Please, stop bullying me, boss!â
*develops a crush on you. but like. evilly, of course.*
incubabe:
  As long as the door stayed closed and the screams didnât hit a certain decibel, Riley wasnât concerned. Thalia would burn herself out with time. âA credit scoreâs what shows a bank or a creditor that youâre good at payinâ off your debts, so they can afford to give you a better loan, at better rates. This is an accountinâ firm, Thalia. By the books, you are my secretary.â She wasnât stupid; sheâd instead put into the habit of helpless / dollishness and hope someone would fix the venial issue. Nah. Not Riley. Â
  âThalia, dâyou want solutions or comfort.â
  âI donât know about any of that stuff!â And, surprisingly, she was speaking truthfully. She didnât know about... creditors or debts or RATES. RATES!? Economics was one of her MOST skipped classes back in middle school, maybe getting a âjobâ at an economics fi- accounting firm was a bad idea with that in mind. âBefore this, I only ever got paid in spoils.â Or begrudging allowance from her mother.Â
 âI donât- I donât know, boss? I want comfort but I donât think thatâs the answer you want from me...â Sheâs forgotten to sob and hiccup here. Momentary lapse, sheâll remember when next the outburst really picks up.
MADDY and CASSIE in Euphoria season two
@incubabe
  âWelcome home, good boss. What is it you desire?â
OPEN!
suze speaking for everyone
jackfinalfantasy:
  âIt better be. If youâre saying stuff to try and seem useful? Iâm putting you back in that bottle.â Frankly, she couldâve stayed â it wouldnât bother Jack. Might be easier to hear water running without the obfuscating presence of a weeping fae. Gamely, he did wait for Thalia to catch up, wearing an expression as though heâd taken an intense whiff of dung all the while.
  âWhich way is north.â
   âPlease, donât put me back in the bottle... Iâll be good, I promise.â Now, she was actually crying. She was doing that quietly though, she very much didnât want to upset him any more than she already had. âThe sunâs-â She looked up into the sky, tracking the sunâs position before tapping Jack, politely on the arm. âTo our right.â She dabbed at her eyes with her boa again, looking for something positive- Oh! âIf weâre lucky, thereâll be fish in the stream. I know a good recipe for grilled lucian catfish. Do... you like catfish?â
jackfinalfantasy:
  âReal water, and real food.â This was useless. Where was Jed to handle the babysitting duties? Splitting up to find a place to camp, as if setting up next to the nearest cube-set wasnât a practical â indeed, the practical solution. Dragging his axe out of the nearest tree trunk, Jack shouldered the massive weapon, not granting the fairy even the courtesy of eye contact. âIâm going. You can sit here and sob. Least Iâll find a way back easier, that way.â
Oh, there she went tearing up again. As if the MAGICAL replenishments she made werenât real? They were as real as she was! If she was going to be mistreated like this, sheâd rather still be with Captain Bi- Um! Okay, maybe not. âW-wait! Wait, donât-â Being LEFT alone was as bad as being SENT OFF on her own! Wings fluttering as frantically as her heart did, she quickly got to her feet and set off to follow! âIâll help. Iâll help! I- I... I can sense running water about fifteen minutes walk north of here.â
  âI= I donât know if I know how.â Crying quietly, she meant. Crying was her means of self-comfort, it was how she restored her mana (the same way the jerky restored her health!) she couldnât just change her whole thing up! âIâm dignified...â A sniffle, wiping her tears on the fur boa sheâd been gifted by Miss Neon a few dungeons prior. âI can make water, if you want! Iâm fully charged, ready to help~â And terrified of going off on her own to get berries. What if she got ATTACKED!?
@jackfinalfantasy !!
incubabe:¡
  âThe reason theyâre called crocodile tears is because generally they only need tâwork once since the croc eats you after. Keep goinâ back to the well ânâ nobody believes you.â She didnât need to unwind Thaliaâs psychology, only understand it to be able to work with it. The erstwhile bodyguard wanted to act like this, that was fine, but there were consequences. Riley wasnât Deposed Daddy Dearest, nor was she That Thing â someone had to keep the faeling in line.Â
  âAre you using a debit card in year-a-our-lord twenty-twenty-two? Youâre never gonna get a good credit score like that. Besides, at Target, you donât even need to talk to a cashier; just go to a self-checkout. Thereâs a prompt for scanning the activation codes and everything. Donât even have tâdo the obvious thingâa shapeshifting so the cashiers donât recognize you.â
  âCrocodiles donât cry! Their skins are too thick, nothing hurts their feelings...â Not even sticks and stones. They were truly natureâs most powerful little crawly-guys. Thalia was not a crawly guy, her feelings were hurt ALL the time. Like right now, where Riley was hurting her feelings! Choking on another sob, it rolled over into a hiccup as she rolled off of the desk and crumbled onto the ground in a sad heap.Â
 âI donât know what a credit score is... youâre not making a whole lot of sense!â Not talking to cashiers? Credit scores? What kind of future was SHE living in where you didnât need to speak to the grocery person at the grocery store?! âI canât use my rewards card if I have a different face every time I show up... Itâll raise too many questions, I wonât get the points I need. I need my points, Boss, Iâm almost at a free box of donut holes. First I donât get VBucks and now you wonât let me eat my donut holes? How did I upset you this time?!â
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 "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Shrieking, crying and trying to SQUEEZE herself into a corner, the weakest daughter of the eternal Winter Court has exhausted ALL of her throwing weapons in an attempt to keep herself safe. To no avail, unfortunately. Whatever haunted her, whatever madness the creature commanded, she could not stop it. Not with all the thrown wallets, fake IDs, broken Tamagotchi, and rare beanie babies, could its advance be halted.
 "H-HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP!" But who could? Who, on this or any Earth, could hope to stand against... this?