#hallucinative-pasithea

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Commanding

Observant

Perspicacious

[tasminxregina]

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ImaginativeResourcefulUnsettled

3 word description!

[tasminxregina]

001: Phillip, Arthur, Damon, Godric

001 | Send me a list of characters and I will tell you my:

Character I find most attractive: Arthur. She’s not blind okay? She knows he’s mighty fine!

Character I would marry: Godric. He sees reason and is the most logical.

a random thought: She secretly admires the friendship between Phillip, Arthur and Godric, even if she’s annoyed by it.

most badass character: I don’t think she would call anyone bad-ass because she just doesn’t like them. Maybe Godric because he’s composed and suave.

favourite friendship: They talked like once but Tasmin/Damon would be fun though I can’t see them as friends unless she becomes an alcoholic.

[tasminxregina]

003 Tasmin

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you

How I feel about this character: MY BAAAAAAAE!! she’s kind of difficult sometimes but it’s okay i still love her

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Oh man, I’ve been toying with the idea that she’s aromantic for awhile, I still haven’t decided but so far I think the only one she could feel like that is Caelan because she has sort of ideolized him in her head. I can write an essay on this tbh...

My non-romantic OTP for this character: I still can’t let go of that Richard/Tasmin plot. It was A+ BROTP material.

my fem/slash ship: Don’t have one even though she can clearly connect better with women. Maybe Natalie? Because daaamn.

my OTP: Tasmin/Happiness? Or a less complicated life?

my OT3: Tasmin/Madeline/Caelan

[tilted-crown]

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Higher - Creed

So let’s go there Let’s make our escapeCome on, let’s go thereLet’s ask can we stay? 

He made good on his promise: he showed her his statues. 

Dem walked Paige into the showroom, careful not to lead her into a way or display since she was blindfolded. “I hope this isn’t some kind of situation where I end up knocked out in a back alley.” Though she was laughing as she said it, it was a nervous laugh, only half kidding.

"No, I’m just keeping up my end of the bargain." He pulled off her blindfold and let her see the wonder that was his work. Even though he remembered the time put into each piece, he still couldn’t believe that they had come from his own hands. 

"Are they all yours?" She wandered through them, as they had the whole showroom to themselves, but stopped at the one he had mentioned. The seven foot statue of a girl was an exact mirror of her. 

At sunrise I fight to stay asleep 'Cause I don't want to leave the comfort of this place'Cause there's a hunger, a longing to escape From the life I live when I’m awake

[tilted-crown]

Inception (Couldn't help myself with this one)

Your character is the target and mine is trying to uncover their secret. When they get into their dream, my character discovers something they weren’t expecting.

((sorry this took so long - and speaking of long, this is 1000+ words so sorry for that not really xD but i hope you enjoy it - read at your own risk due to length))

Glancing at his watch, he figured the knockout drug must have kicked in by now. He’d already had to have the attendant exceed the suggested dosage, twice, due to this woman’s tolerance level. It wasn’t until the her head was completely limp against her chair that Demetri risked leaning over her, pretending to reach for the window’s blind. With no response, he pulled down the screen. Just to double check, he slipped his hand under her wrist to let it fall into her lap. He paused for only a moment to look over her face, so serene and relaxed. Then the moment passed when his Minh grabbed the case.

Ariadne piped up from her seat. “Come on, Arthur. We’ve got a job to do.” Demetri had an alias for every business he explored in, and this one was no different. In the world of extraction via dreaming, he was known solely as Arthur.

Since this was Dem Arthur’s first run as extractor after having been the point man for so long, while the IVs were slipped into four arms, he mentally ran through the plan again.

Step one: find a team. Since most of his old team had disbanded after the Fischer job landed in L.A., he was stuck to find a new one. Since this job was mostly routine to the ones he ran with Dom back in the day, he only needed the basic team of three. Thankfully, Ariadne was always willing to build mazes in the dream world, and she just happened to know a guy perfect for the job of point man: Minh, her adopted brother. Due to his inexperience, he was staying in reality for this go.

Step two: make sure the entire train is full to almost capacity. To do that, they had to get the employer to buy out the train’s private cabins, which they were happy to do if it meant success.

Step three: because the train is full to capacity, all private cabins have to be shared, allowing access to the target. Access of course meant also being able to drug any beverages the target orders, so of course that meant paying off the attendant. Done and done.

Step four: a little trickier - he had to get access to the information. How he was going to do that exactly was more along the lines of improvisation. His architect had decided to build a maze in the form of a 1920’s based casino with an expansive vault under the main floor. Maybe she had some adoration for the era, he had no clue. All he knew was that it was expansive enough to conduct the job without getting caught by the projections or found out. Hopefully.

Instantly, Arthur/Demetri found himself in a casino lobby, buying some chips. With a quick scan, he saw his architect nod at him from the slots. She had visual on the target, but he couldn’t see her. How could he not see her? I mean, his line of sight was practically -

“Cashing in.” A woman spoke up from beside him at the counter, drawing his attention back around. It was the target, dressed in a glitzy flapper dress and headband.

The stats practically scrolled over his vision.: Paige Willows, 28, research indicated no tactical training (though it had been wrong before), modest secretary at a mom-and-pop newspaper company from upstate New York that believed she’d won some surprise all-expense-paid trip to some favorite destination of hers.  

Why this woman was considered a threat to his employer, he was drawing a blank. But, he did have a job to do, and if she was cashing out, she’ll realize there’s no outside world for her to go to.

“Already? But the night is still young,” chirped the perky receptionist. Dem could almost kiss her.

“Yeah. If I don’t stop now, I’ll be hooked all night.”

“Would that be a bad thing?” With a quick glance, he counted the stacks of chips she was cashing in. There were three green stacks, seven purple stacks, one stack of blue, and two more yellow. “You’re obviously doing really well tonight.”

Paige turned to him, her expression a combination of curiosity and excitement. “Yeah, I am, aren’t I? It’s almost like the chips are falling in my lap.”

“Well, you can always cash some of the chips and keep playing with the rest. That way, no matter if you lose from here out, you’ll still have made a profit.”

His target paused and her eyebrows knitted together as she thought about what he said. “Hmmm… That’s not a bad idea. Then I’ll just cash these in.” She pushed the green and blue stacks across the counter, keeping the others close. “Thanks!”

“You’re very welcome.” The receptionist pushed a stack of ten blues in his direction, and he headed towards the gambling floor. With a jerk of his head, Ariadne shifted locations. Since this was the architect’s dream, she was to keep an eye on the target and watch out for the projections while he got the job done.

On his way to the vault, Dem passed by the roulette table and dropped all his chips on thirteen, one of the few numbers without a bet. He slipped past the bartender and through the kitchen until he reached the stairs leading down. Heading down various hallways and random doors, he finally reached this huge wall safe with a digital keypad.

It needed six digits. The chip stacks only had four.  And how was he supposed to figure out the order? She must have had some training for it to be this complex of a combination.

Wait! All the numbers were associated with a color, so maybe color-coordinated, in order of the rainbow? That sounded stupid but it might just work. But he was still missing two numbers….

Ah, what the hell.

He pushed on the keypad with his thumb: 2 for the yellow chips, 3 for the green, 1 for her blue, 13 for the bet he placed with his own blue chips, and 7 for the purple.

Surprisingly, the vault door opened. Inside was a stack of paper as tall as his knees. He almost went for them until he saw the other corner. There were several pairs of shoes, old, worn out and out of fashion, just a few sizes too small for Paige Willows.

“Does she have some kind of shoe fetish?” Arthur-Dem laughed out loud, but stopped short of breath when he saw some ragdolls sitting on a small cabinet, the size of a child. Three of them had yellow yarn hair, styled differently,  and in pristine condition. The button eyes were a dark blue and they all had really happy faces. A little bit off to the side, was one dark one that looked a little like the target - a calm smile on her face under big button green eyes. Aside from the coloring, the only other difference was that the last one was distressed. A button eye was loose, the left shoulder had a tear, and some stuffing was starting to pull out of the doll’s chest.