#silliestfool

[weelittlepatrick-blog]

"Are you lost?"

The short, and honest, answer was yes. Yes he was very lost. Patrick spent most of his time wandering through the city. He’d seen great many things that a child of ten should never see. He also did not have the best sense of direction. Somewhere between point -where he’d been- and point -where is he now- he’d lost himself.

Unlucky for Pat, he also had enough pride to never ever ever say as much. The blond child puffed his chest out slightly, adjusting the hat on his head.

“I ain’t ever lost. I know th’ whole city like th’ back’a my hand.” He smiled, a twist of his lips learned from his father. “But it was nice’a ya t’ ask. In case I was less smart.” He glanced around, realizing slowly he wasn’t even entirely sure which direction he’d come from. “Uh... wh-what’s your name anyhow? It ain’t safe for a nice lady t’ be wanderin’ ‘round. Mum says there’s a war on.”

[kingofrapture]

hellooo

If we kissed:

[] This wouldn’t happen.

[] Oh disgusting.

[] Again, again.

[x] Kiss you back.

[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[] Slap/Push you away.

[] Be confused

[] Be delighted

If you asked me out I’d say:

[] Um no.

[x] I’m taken- bY YOU

[] Sure.

[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[] No.

[] Ew.

[x] Sure.

[] YES.

Sex?:

[x] Let’s do it.

[] No. You can’t handle my d.

[] Yeah, sure.

[] FRICK YES.

[] No.

Should you reblog this?:

[x] Yes! I want to send you one!

[] Yes.

[] No.

[cubism-as-medicine-blog]

rough touch

Send “rough tough”…and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }

9. Your muse wraps their hands tightly around my muse’s neck.

The day had finally come, a day that Diane McClintock thought would never arrive. The wheels squeaked softly as the nurse helped to roll her gurney down to the operating room. As the doors opened for them, she could see Dr. Steinman and another two nurses putting the final touches on organising their work station. When the surgeon deemed everything to his liking, he turned back to the wash bin, washing his hands and forearms vigourously and dipping them into a disinfecting bath. After another nurse helped pull his gloves on, Steinman pulled down his mask, leaning over Diane’s gurney.

“Ah, there you are. Good morning, Ms. McClintock! And how are we to-day? Excited, eh? A little nervous? Well, there’s nothing to fear. You’re in the best hands in the entire city...perhaps even the world.” He smiled charmingly at her, reaching down to pat one of her hands. Before he could turn away and let the anesthesiologist take over, Diane reached out, hooking her fingers on the collar of his surgical gown. She pulled him close, wrapping her hands around his throat.

“Steinman...my looks are all I have left down here. At least, it’s what it feels like. Do not mess this up, or...or you’ll be very sorry.” It was a lot for Diane. The attack had awoken a few long-dormant emotions inside her and first and foremost, it had told her not to take any sort of pain or abuse from anyone any more.

Steinman recoiled, staring down at her with both disbelief and a tinge of fear. Adjusting his collar and keeping his eyes locked on her, he cleared his throat. “...I assure you, there’s nothing to worry about. I wouldn’t be down here if you weren’t guaranteed the finest work in the world.” He pulled his mask back up, more than ready for her to be put under. Diane settled back as she watched the mask being lowered and fastened on her face. It wasn’t much, but she felt a warm sense of victory wash over her and suddenly, the operating seemed a lot less scary.

She’d been let down and used too much and it ended in that operating room, right there and right then.

[knowthebeast-blog]

rough touch

26. My muse pins yours to the ground.

The psychiatrist had sworn to forgive past affiliates of Ryan out of hope they had just been ignorant and unwillingly entrenched into policies that were just the same as they were on the surface, but she was certainly feeling the effects of letting Diane McClintock of all people get close to her now. 

“Miss McClintock...” Lamb was saying, or rather hissing at her ear. They had started off calm, then the older woman had came too close to her face, and by then, her clinical shell had broken and all manner of carnality had spilled out--Diane had been pushed down the wall then onto the floor just so. “Were you truly that foolish to believe--to hope I wouldn’t find out--of your aiding Subject Delta?” 

What a scene it would make if a splicer were to come in now, but Sofia didn’t care. Her aggressive side was enflamed, and she wanted to make sure Diane at least felt some sort of punishment for what she had done. Delta had walked away from areas where Lamb had wanted to trap him too precisely more than enough times, and she had finally discovered who had been leaking the information to him,

Diane’s radio was discarded by now, broken by Lamb’s heel at the height of her rage, with the debris near her desk. The woman was calmer now, but she wouldn’t shift even a muscle of her weight from Diane’s back, holding her completely in place like they were two animals in the little scrap they had partaken in. Sofia thrilled in how people clearly underestimated her strength; her broad frame allowed her to be crushing like this.

Eventually, Sofia willed herself away, pushing Diane back to the ground when the woman attempted to make a getaway. She was so weak by now, not just physically but emotionally too, so it seemed she had learned something. 

When a splicer lingered in the doorway, Lamb gestured for him to take away the crying mess Diane had become, clinically-charged again. “And ensure she is monitored, or she will see no more of this place ever again!” 

[kingofrapture]

Shark

Shark - A sleepless night.

Ryan lay in bed, eyes wide open, unusually conscious of how alone he was. It wasn’t as though she usually slept here, after all. He shouldn’t feel this empty in the big cold bed. He should be used to this. Yet there was something tonight that left him queasy and wide eyed, staring unblinkingly into the artificial darkness.He should have been there.It was a stupid thought. He couldn’t have stopped it, he couldn’t have saved her. If anything, he would have been injured, and then where would they be? No, he tried to make himself believe, he had no reason to feel guilty about this. It wasn’t his fault. And yet.. He rolled over to one side, willing the room to get darker, to leave him in peace. He tried to quiet his mind, to make his peace with the fact that he was here and she was.. he hadn’t even gone to see her yet. He was busy, he thought determinedly, he didn’t have time. He buried his face in the pillow, unconsciously glad that he hadn’t changed the sheets yet. Maybe he wouldn’t. He didn’t want to be afraid.

[zhanfang]

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The young botanist stood there, staring off into the endless bubbling blue. His pace was slow, barely a stroll. A folder is pressed up against his chest, it’s addressed to Andrew Ryan himself. Three years, and he could barely find his way. The hours spent with Langford didn’t help, he rarely left Arcadia-- the cradle of research. He turned to the wall, portraits illuminated by a soft blue hum-- the marbled light that drifted through the water. Perhaps he’d be up there one day. With the likes of Yi Suchong and Brigid Tenenbuam. They had all come to Rapture for a better life. He noticed another soul. The only other he’d found in this sprawling expanse of an office.

“Would you happen to know the way to Mr Ryan’s office?”

[amidelaloi]

☯

☯: First impression of your muse

He’s heard that she’s Andrew Ryan’s... Girlfriend? Lady friend? He’s not really sure what they are, but he knows that they’re in some sort of romantic relationship. So his first impression was a bit shaded already, but after talking to her he quickly warmed up to her. He thinks that she’s a nice person (which is rare in Rapture) and wants to talk more. 

[unwantedexperiment]

Starter for silliestfool

She went over to Miss Diane’s side, sitting next to her.  Jackie felt guilty for existing, for taking away Miss Diane’s chance at starting a family with her father.  For she was the Ryan heir, and that meant her father wouldn’t want any more children.  Not while Jackie was alive.

“I’m sorry.  I ruined your life when you found out about me.  Daddy’s been keeping me a secret so that his enemies can’t use me against him.  I’ve lived in Rapture all my life, but it’s always just been me and Daddy.  My mother died in childbirth.  Daddy doesn’t talk about her.  There aren’t even any pictures.”  She gently stroked Miss Diane’s blonde hair, humming a half-remembered lullaby that her father used to sing to her at night.

It was an attempt to comfort the woman.  Hell if it would be successful, but she had to try.  “Everyone says I look exactly like him except for my eyes.  If that’s true, I’m gonna be an ugly old woman.  Daddy’s handsome, but me?  I’m not even close to pretty.  Not like you are, since you’re like a porcelain doll.  I...how much of me is like him?”  Jackie was built solid, stocky just like Andrew.  She had muscle from all her time spent practicing boxing, which she’d taken to quickly.  When she got upset, she’d go a few rounds in the ring with some of the boys who boxed there.  They weren’t adverse to hitting girls.  She didn’t hold back or pull her punches.