#hes spiraling

[callmemonaluise]

oh no

[mergers-and-executions]

Thinking about how Patrick accidentally leaves one of his business cards at the dungeon after a session and Nicoll finds it and files it away. Cashing it in weeks later when she drops in at his office, unannounced.

Jean buzzing in “There’s a Miss Nicoll Vance here to see you?”

The name means nothing. His Rolodex of socialites, models, and investment contacts spins blank. Up until now he’s only known and addressed her as Mistress.

Before he can even protest she’s there. Not in latex but in sleek professional clothing. She holds the discarded business card between her fingers

“You really should be more careful with these.”

[shepherdkaplans]

[idontkillorphans]

Almost a Century II Closed Starter

@endl0ss

Sleipnir just had to remind himself. It's not a man. It's an Endless.

Only problem was Sleipnir did not know what that meant. Didn't even know what it was as he started his shift, clad in those terrible scratchy shirts. But it wasn't the shirts that made his skin crawl tonight.

Sleipnir had only ever done security above ground. Now he was in the belly of the manor. And he couldn't look away.

Don't look at it.

His partner would warn him over and over. And Sleip would oblidge for a little while, before his eyes trailed back to him. To...it?

"...why is he here?"

He was given no answer. Least. Not a straight one. Only supposed legend. Only supposed rumour. And it only left the older man more frustrated as he did his first round. When he returned, Lars - his so called buddy was fast asleep. And Sleipnir felt him - it - looking at him. Sleipnir risked a glance, eyeing down the hallway before crossing the floor, slow and cautious. Till he was but a few feet in front of - it.

He didn't...look dangerous. He had no weapon. No disernable threat. So...what was wrong? Sleipnir eyed the cage, looking for a door - to no such luck. Was it...built around him? It would have to be. How strange. But then how could he eat? How could he -

Right. Not a human.

[practicallygodbynow]

hey you want a twizzler? you knoooow you want some candy. i got peach rings too

I don't do that eating stuff. That's gay. All you, man, all you. Bet you know a ton about being gay. I bet you're GREAT at memorizing the digits of lgbt....

[practicallygodbynow]

No, no, no! You're alright, Sam. You are not replaceable. You are uniquely you, okay? Not replaceable in anything other than the fact that someone else could take your shift for an hour or two while you relax and try to de-stress.

-🧋

But if I'm not working and I'm not moving and if I stop moving I'll die.

[practicallygodbynow]

I'm sure the other anon didn't mean to imply you're replaceable! It probably just came out wrong because of how it was phrased.

-🧋

I'm replaceable, aren't I? Ponk replaced me. I'm replaceable. I am very replaceable. I should be replaced. I need to be replaced. I am useless.

[journey-of-the-morningstars-blog]

So Alastor. . . How do you feel about Zipper being a part of your family?

Alastor: *pacing in his room, gripping his hair* I'm not HAPPY that Zipper character is here. But....but Rouge looked so happy and I've already hurt her deeply. I can't hurt her further, no matter how much I hate that snake. And.....if it's true that Zipper is carrying Rouge's children....then I wouldn't dare endanger them. *He huffs and sits on the bed* But it's so frustrating! The whole reason any of this happened was because of them! I just....*he trails off, ears lowered*