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#queue'd #Finny friends

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FHR: Escapist inklings (Ao3 Link) Characters: Sidestep (Farm, 2nd visit) Warnings: Canon-typical suicidal ideation, implied abuses at the Farm, nothing explicitly shown. Word Count: 735 Summary: Sidestep sits in solitary confinement, pondering possibilities for escape and stumbles onto an idea.

Lying on the mat in your cell, you toss and turn with restless frustration. It's impossible to get comfortable between the fresh bruises of the day and the dampeners weighing down on your mind. They're immutable around you, making the four close closed walls even more claustrophobic. A choke hold on your mind that would be much more merciful if it was clenched tight around your throat. 

If only you could be so lucky. 

You still on your back, the thin mat doing little to cushion your scrawny atrophied body from the cold concrete floor. Your stomach gnaws at your spine, fed just enough to keep your brain alive and active, because that's all they care about. Not fed enough to be comfortable, to remind you that good dogs get good meals. You ignore these slights against yourself. You're still breathing. Focus on that. 

In. 

Out. 

Slow. 

Steady. 

Don't think about how you learned this, years ago, a passive puppy learning to self-soothe to serve. They want that good obedient dog back, not the feral stray cat you became once out of their bag. You'll die before becoming that sad browbeaten creature again. And they'll regret the tiger you'll be once you figure your way out of this cage. Once you have your claws on their throats. 

How to get out is the only thing stopping you. 

Telepathy won't get you out of this, not with the dampeners trapping your reaching prying fingers inside your own skull. You aren't a shape-shifter. You can't dematerialize and pass through walls. You can't pass unseen and unheard through spaces between reality, not like the Void.

Hm. The Void. 

You saw the paths she walked once. You made yourself forget them as the green faded from your sight and the burn faded from your veins. Could you make yourself remember them again? Could you walk them again? Pass through the walls of this place like the ghost you are. What's the worst that can happen if you try? You venture too deep into the space between? It crushes you like it crushed the Void? Ends your miserable existence here? You can't see a downside to trying. 

You breathe. In. Out. Remember. The acid of her Blood burning deep in your veins. The color of her Sky, deep underground. The paths they opened in the spaces between, seared deep inside of you. Push your fingers through the folds of your mind, peel and pry back the scars chaining the memories so very deep, gouge them out, let them flow fresh and green. 

(ignore the screams. yours. ortega's. they're all in the past.)

Your eyes open inside and you see. It's tiny, barely visible, like dust motes in a shaft of light. Small. Mutable. Immaterial. You can't walk this. Your flesh is weak but solid. It binds you to this plane. 

But your mind is strong. It doesn't need this flesh. It needs to go free, unfettered, unburdened, unreal. You have to escape the gravity well of mind to body. You have to unmake your self to become. 

You need to let it go. 

You reach and you drag your self, pulling taut, tauter, tight, tighter, and then finally the invisible cord binding you to you snaps. 

You think you scream. 

But no one comes in. 

Your body breathes on below, but you are weightless above. 

Immaterial. 

Free. 

On the moted path, you wander. Beyond the choke of the dampeners, you fly. Feather light and feather flow, you drift down towards another mind.

A guard. Yours. Seated in a padded chair, viewing screens that capture you and your cell, inside and out from every angle. 

You flow into the cracks of his mind, taking a tenuous hold amidst his stream of consciousness. He's bored watching you sleep, especially now that you've settled. He needs to go to the bathroom, but his shift mate has stepped out to smoke. He wonders what will be for dinner when he gets home after third shift is over. He half-hopes you'll start pounding the walls again, just to break up the monotony. 

You wonder… 

Can you do more than watch…? 

Tickle a little nerve. 

His hand jerks and he swears as the mug of coffee spills across the desk. In his panic, your tenuous hold snaps like a rubber band. 

You lurch upright, you again, you yourself, choking on bitter victorious bile as you laugh. 

#Queue'd #Self reblarghle

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#Killing everyone ever :D

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#queue'd #kitty!

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😈🔪

#queue'd #bg3 #Shovel #Noxcore #I need to put shovel and nox in a room together

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Zack Fair in Final Fantasy VII Rebirth (2024) 2/?

#queue'd #ffvii #zack fair #there he is my puppy my son my boy

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#queue'd #ffxii #balthier

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Yknow the thing where red pandas just lay down on a branch and let their legs hang and they’re just like vibing

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#queue'd #pokemon

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lansia viva

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the real reason they cut ketheric being a companion is that if he had to be in the same room as gortash and durge for a single second ever again, he'd simply kill everyone. the moment he sees gortash give durge that stupid puppy dog eyes look he'd end it all.

#queue'd #bg3 #ketheric thorm #Truly that man has nothing but scorn for durgetash #Everyone saying he would immediately knife gale's orb is correct

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Shizuoka Prefecture, Japan by Suzuki Sori Otoko

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"As long as we're both handcuffed, you and I share the same fate. If I die, so will you."

i spent way too much time on this lmao😭😭😭

#queue'd #Deathnote

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8th Anniversary🎊

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couldn’t even focus on the rest of the dialogue because this sent me into hysterics

#queue'd #bg3 #Screaming #sceleritas fel #He's such a weirdo i love him

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The fact that he’s not actually struggling but just learned a habit from watching his human buddy snap bamboo is so precious.

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THIS WAS AN ACTUAL POST BY THE POKEMON COMPANY. 

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