#would also explain why i sometimes draw her with eye patch & mouth mask

[noro-noro-noro]

dys experimenting with making a human body shape to transform into, ft a very slight change to my coloring style!

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Peter Parker’s Younger Sibling

Peter Parker x sibling!reader

warnings: bullying mention, blood mention

a/n: a fuckin reach, its been a WHILE since ive seen tasm

prompt: y/n is peter’s sibling

peter and you were playful kids

you were just a year and some months younger than him, so you had a harder time remembering your parents than him

but he always told you stories about them that made you miss them a little more

peter was a genius, we all know it

he was the one helping you with your homework most nights

“peter i cant do it!”

“that’s okay, y/n. look, start with two times four, that’s eight, then four times six, twenty-four, right?”

“can i say a cuss word?”

“sure”

“math is shit”

you would cry during homework a lot

you’d also pass out on his floor after talking for hours

and you’d either wake up facedown on the floor or in your room since uncle ben would pick you up and put you to bed

peter took it upon himself to take you back to your room, but he usually dragged you by the arm, sooooo

you’d play action figures together

he was batman, you were robin always

“can i be batman?”

“oldest gets to be batman so im batman”

“but i wanna be batman!”

peter walked you to your school before taking off on his skateboard

and he’d pick you up on his way home

on half-days your brother taught you how to skate

you fell a lot

aunt may had to patch you up

“how many times do i have to tell you those skateboards are dangerous?!”

peter got you your own skateboard so that you could practice without him

you would text him after you did a trick and he’d always say hell yes! show me when i get home!

being his photography assistant

really you were his assistant constantly

science fair was the most boring day of the year

“y/n, stand right here, i need to get something from my locker”

*judges walk up while youre left unattended and in a state of PANIC*

you were bullied in middle school, same as peter, he’d always stick up for you and get beat up instead

it made you very mad but it was scary, too

“how’d you get into this fight, peter?”

“oh, you know, just happened”

“peter was sticking up for me, uncle ben”

“was he now? you’re a good brother, peter”

lonely when he moved onto high school :/

but you got there soon enough

you guys were kind of loners, just ate lunch together, lugged around your skateboards, you were an artist, he was a photographer

just spectating the chaos of high school, rolling your eyes at the drama

“i have two bucks, do you want anything from the vending machine?”

“uhh, a coke?”

you saw peter get bullied by flash and lost your shitttt

you actually started a food fight after throwing mashed potatoes in his eyes

“what the hell, parker?!”

“sit down and eat your goddamn food, flash, or next time it wont be potatoes”

peter was half-proud, half-embarrassed

trying to see how long you could skate through the halls before any authority figures stopped you

sometimes......you guys got sent to the office together :)

*phone ringing* “hello, is this ben parker?”

“which one of them is it this time?”

the principal’s office was a trip sometimes

you and peter exchange your glances and wait to get scolded

“ah, the parkers, come in, lets have a chat...why do you two always feel the need to get in trouble together?”

“we just happen to get along really well for siblings”

no you fuckin dont lmaoooo

it was always something with you two

like always

*banging on peter’s door* “I KNOW YOU HAVE MY BROWNIES, PETER, GIVE THEM BACK”

*peter through a mouthful of brownies* “I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOURE TALKING ABOUT, YOURE CRAZY”

“is that my jacket?” -peter

“you mean my jacket?”

“y/n, i swear to god if you steal any more of my clothes it’s over for you”

“well, aunt may keeps giving me your clothes, so take it up with her”

and then there was just the little annoying things

“peter, can you stop clicking your pen?”

*clicks pen faster*

“you’re the worst”

and my personal favorite

“peter, open the door”

“why?”

“emergency”

*opens bedroom door* “what?”

“aunt may is making meatloaf”

“shit, uh...get your board, we’ll skate to mcdonalds and tell her we already ate”

peter and you RARELY ever brought your parents up until he found your dad’s briefcase, you didn’t have much to say

soon he was flooding his room with conspiracies and pulling you in to explain them

he began acting REALLY weird, but he was pretty open with you, he told you he went to oscorp

“YOU SNUCK IN??”

“your standards for me are way too high, y/n”

soon you started to feel not-so-good and weird things started to happen

“peter??”

“yeah? whats up?”

“this is gonna sound really weird...my hand is stuck to the door”

“it happened to you, too??”

“happening, pete. wait—this happened to you?? what is this???????”

yall done fucked up and got bit by spiders peter had so carelessly brought back into the house

it was an adjustment to say the least

and this adjustment got a whole lot harder that one night...you can remember peter just...so upset

you tried to chase him out to make sure he was okay, but uncle ben told you to stay with your aunt

maybe if you’d have been there...it would’ve been different, but when the cops got to your house you were at a loss for words

peter was covered in his blood still

“hey, hey, just breathe, okay? it’s not your fault, peter. just hop in the shower, yeah? i’ll take care of your clothes”

when peter took your advice and you were left alone, you just cried, you cried until he finally found you curled up in a ball in your room

then he cried, you just hugged each other sobbing your eyes out

peter got distant for a while, which was rough since the two of your were mourning for your uncle and dealing with these newfound powers

sooner or later he came around and helped you out, designing webshooters and a suit for you

“we match?”

*sigh* “yeah...yeah, we match”

ah yes, spider-team

you really tripped out new york at first, they thought spider-man was a teleporter

peter was still talking about your dad, but you really didn’t care, uncle ben was always going to be who raised you

you and peter would be covered in bruises after going out

“uh—peter punched me”

“y/n???!!!”

“I PANICKED”

just being dumb scared teens that cant function to save their lives until they get a little bit lucky

seriously like, every big villain you guys fought was just the worst

peter didn’t help all the time, he was good at provoking them sometimes

“hey, spider-man, you mind shutting up for a minute? for my sake?”

“sorry, sorry, just couldn’t help myself!”

he gushed to you about gwen stacy, he actually dragged you to her apartment to be patched up by her SEVERAL TIMES

yadda yadda yadda peter graduated high school! how cool is that? but he was late (what a surprise) even though you put off spidering today just for this

but he made it and you clapped the loudest for him

“thats my brotherrrr!!!”

cute family picture! (aunt may printed a bunch of them and gave them to you two and peter pinned them to his wall)

you and peter actually have a lot of pictures of the two of you just goofing off

he has one of you stuck in a trash can that cracks him up every time

seeing harry osborn again after YEARS

“wow, y/n, last time i saw you i just thought you were peter’s annoying little sibling”

“aww, it’s good to see you, too”

electrooooo

this guy really worried you bc like, bzzzz shock

you and peter weren’t equipped for that

it took a while, but you were finally able to deal with that

and several other problems

including peter’s breakup, which was a whole ordeal of its own

*peter laying upside down on your bed* “i dont know, y/n, you know? i wanna be with her so bad, i love her...but her dad is haunting me”

*you, drawing on your notepad with your legs propped up on his* “yeah, makes sense”

you actually had to tap out during the end of electro, you were hurt pretty bad

“y/n, hey? yeah, you’re okay. stay here, just stay right there, i’m gonna be back for you”

*thumbs up to show youre still alive*

but when peter came back for you there was bad news, he’d lost gwen

he ripped his mask off and fell to his knees, you could barely move but you powered through it, giving him a hug while he cried

“we...we better get home before aunt may starts to worry”

she was at work, so you two had the place to yourselves to clean up and mourn before the official news was revealed

“i should have listened to her dad, y/n, this is all my fault”

he was a mess, you couldn’t bare seeing him like this. it’s been so long since you’d seen him like this

the funeral was rough, peter was grasping onto your shoulder the whole time

he insisted that he was going to stick behind and stay with gwen for a while

“okay, i’ll see you at home...love you”

“love you too”

you gave him a hug and left him to his business, the next few months you were the only spider-person operating in new york...until rhino popped up

“im coming with you”

“you’re sure?”

“yeah, im sure”

(these are kinda ass but anyways im tagging my marvel ppl even tho ik this isnt mcu so just ignore this post if you dont care, sorry!!)

taglist: @alwaysananglophile // @rorybutnotgilmore // @locke-writes // @sweetheartliz07 // @queen-destenie // @natasha-danvers // @allthecreativeonesaretaken // @frostedgiant // @praellee // @emygirl // @lotsoffandomrecs //

[cxplqnce]

Deke Shaw - Nervous

Based on Nervous by Shawn Mendes.

Word Count: 2,148

I saw you on a Sunday in a café

And all you did was look my way

And my heart started to race

And my hands started to shake, yeah

The first time Deke saw you was after you had assisted Simmons in Yo-yo’s care after she got her arms chopped off by the mysterious assassin. You were a shield scientist to start off with but had joined the shield team when they fought Daniel Whitehall and Daisy’s parents. Since you were extremely intelligent, Fitz and Simmons had taken you under their wing and taught you everything they knew and you frequently assisted them – becoming part of the team.

Daisy introduced you to Deke once you’d cleaned up and gotten some rest. Unbeknownst to you, after you’d left to check on Simmons and Yo-yo, Deke’s hands started shaking and his heart sped up – he definitely liked you and Daisy picked up on his obvious attraction.

I heard you asked about me through a friend

My adrenaline kicked in

'Cause I've been askin' 'bout you too

And now we're out here in this room

“She is way out of your league.” She said to him while they were in the storage room in the lighthouse looking for some supplies to help with Yo-yo’s injuries.

Deke coughed awkwardly, “Wha-, What you mean?” He stuttered.

“Y/N. I saw how you were looking at her and she is way out of your league.” Daisy explained, pulling things off shelves, trying her best to ignore her little Deke problem.

“Well, if she’s so far out of my league, what can I do to get into her league?” Deke asked, unsure of the slang and terminology of this decade. Daisy chuckled at Deke’s words, continuing to pick things off the shelves so Deke ran in front of her, “Come on, what does she like in a guy? You know, what can I do?”

“Fine, I’ll play.” Daisy responded, turning to Deke, “She’s shy. I’ve never really known her to speak up too much about what she likes but I know that she hates big gestures and having herself be the centre of attention. She likes the little things that let her know you care, are we done now?”

“Fine, I guess that was slightly helpful.” He muttered, looking down at the ground but his attention was brought back when Daisy yelled his name. He looked behind him and saw a Kree launching towards him with a bloody knife. A fight ensued but was ended when Daisy shot the Kree, it turning to ash and Deke’s skin saved.

Caught me staring in your eyes

And I'm not usually like this

But I like what you're doing to me

The team had found out about the fear dimension thanks to Daisy and Deke, and after a heated debate about who should do the self-sacrifice job, Coulson passed out. You had been the first person to respond to his fall until Fitz had gotten Simmons to help – since you had a lot of medical expertise but nowhere near as much as she did. You had left Coulson in her hands and were on your way to check on Yo-yo before your brain got to you.

Fear clouded your senses and you collapsed on the floor, pushing yourself up against a wall and letting out your tears. You hadn’t seen the team in months and when they finally got back even more hell broke loose, so much that you couldn’t handle it any more. You’d been having small anxiety attacks since you were little and you had mostly grown out of them until you joined SHIELD. Simmons had found out and suggested you leave the team but you were determined to stay so you worked with her on how to control your emotions but every now and then you would just explode, and now was one of those moments.

Deke was pacing, waiting for orders from Coulson when he heard crying and followed it. He saw you sitting with your knees to your chest, crying into your hands and he couldn’t stop himself from helping.

“Y/N?” He asked, quietly so he wouldn’t spook you. You looked up, with tear-stained cheeks, sniffing and rubbing under your reddened nose. “What’s wrong?” He asked, sitting down next to you. You were taken aback, usually people would ask if you were okay or try to help you with your breathing but Deke was different.

“It’s just… everything is just a bit too much right now.” You whispered, sniffing again.

Deke put his hand on top of yours and smiled, “I get it, sometimes just everything feels like it’s crushing you, but you’re not holding it up alone. My mom used to say; ‘The steps you take don’t need to be big, they just need to take you in the right direction.’ So don’t worry about not being able to hold everything up all the time. Sometimes just holding up one thing is okay.”

“Yeah,” You replied, looking up at his eyes – which you hadn’t noticed before now. They were a faded grey with spots of green.

“Deke!” You heard Coulson yelling, drawing you out of your trance-like state. “Deke!” He yelled again, prompting Deke to move from his position sitting next to you.

“Guess I gotta go. Feel better.” He said, before walking towards the sound of Coulson’s voice.

“Deke,” you called, he turned to look back over at you, “Thank you.”

He smiled, “Don’t mention it.” He replied before jogging off in the direction he was headed.

You got me acting like I've never done this before

I promise I'll be ready when I walk through the door

And I don't know why

No, I don't know why

After Deke had arrived back at the lighthouse with some other members of SHIELD including; Mike Peterson and Agents Davis. He made sure to catch up with you when he saw you walking out of Yo-yo’s room.

“Hey, Y/N.” He called to get your attention.

You stopped in your tracks and swiftly turned around, facing the future man, “Hey, Deke. How was your mission above ground? You see the world?”

He smiled, widely, “It was awesome, but how are you doing? Feeling better?” He asked, concern on his face.

“Yeah,” You said, nodding, “Fitz and I came up with a way to stop the fear dimension, Coulson’s down there now. I just… couldn’t be in that room with everyone. Too much pressure.”

“I could wait here with you, if you’d like? So you’re not waiting alone.” He asked, you were silent for a moment, thinking about how to respond when he continued, “I’ve been told I make a good distraction.”

“Yeah, yeah… thanks, that’d be good.” You said, sitting down against the wall, Deke following suit.

You had a nice conversation with you both taking turns asking about each other’s time periods before you were alerted by the team that Coulson was safe and well and the fear dimension was destroyed. You realised that while talking to Deke, your anxiety hadn’t overflown like it usually did in situations like the one you were in and you were thankful.

I get a little bit nervous around you

Get a little bit stressed out when I think about you

Get a little excited, baby, when I think about you, yeah

Over the course of the next few weeks, you had been thinking more and more about Deke and your conversations. Whenever you were feeling anxious or scared, he’d always be there to calm you down and distract you. You had returned the favour after he found out that he was FitzSimmons’ grandson.

You returned the favour again after Deke was almost killed by Ruby Hale. He had to have surgery and you were the head surgeon on duty, since Simmons was away on mission. Thankfully, the surgery went well and there was minimal damage, even after Deke’s freak out.

“Welcome back.” Mack said, taking the oxygen mask off of Deke’s face when he woke up. You were still cleaning yourself up after the surgery and taking a minute to yourself, since it took you a while to patch him up.

“You are on a lot of drugs. But, hey, good news - you didn't die.” Piper cheered, looking down at Deke, who was clearly very high and unaware of most of his surroundings.

Deke smiled, prodding his bandage, “Thank you. You guys saved me.”

“Well, we're just glad you pulled through.” Mack replied.

“Is Y/N here? She's so pretty.” Deke mumbled, causing confused expressions to cross over Piper and Mack’s faces.

Mack coughed slightly, “What now?”

“I want to put my mouth on her mouth and move it around a lot. But I don't want to do that unless she wants to, too, 'cause that's what makes it nice.” Deke rambled, thinking about you. Piper chuckled to herself at Deke’s confession and Mack made a disgusted face as he had become like an older brother to you over the years and did not need to hear Deke go on about kissing you. “But I don’t know if she wants that, but like she could… we’ve been having these talks and she’s just so cool.”

“I mean, she's -- she's not my type, but I -- I get it.” Piper added, to Mack.

You had just woken up from a short nap and decided to check on Deke. When you got down to the medical area you saw Mack, Piper and Daisy talking by a sleeping Deke.

“Hey, guys. Everything good?” You asked, looking over at the monitors to check that everything was all good with Deke. The trio just nodded, trying to hide their chuckles that you most definitely noticed.

“Yeah, we’ve got to go check on something; can you stay here with him?” Mack asked. You nodded in response, pulling a chair up by his bed while they left but Mack stopped behind for a moment, “You may want to talk to him at some point about what he’s just told us about you.”

“What?” You asked, intrigued.

“Just saying.” Mack replied.

“Mack! Mack, what do you…”

Talk a little too much around you

Get a little self-conscious when I think about you

Get a little excited, baby, when I think about you

Yeah, when I think about you, babe

It had been a few days since Deke had woken up properly and you had been thinking a lot about what Mack had said to you but you had chickened out multiple times over asking Deke about it. Deke remembered everything he said to Mack while he was high and had been advised by Mack, Coulson, Piper and Daisy to talk to you about it but he had also chickened out until now.

You were taking a break in your room, trying not to think about everything with Ruby Hale and Werner Von Strucker and the Remorath. You’d been feeling a little anxious lately and it started getting worse so you were advised by Simmons to take a break.

“Knock, knock.” Deke said, while knocking on your door.

You moved from your current position of lying over your couch and sat normally before calling, “Come in.”

Deke opened the door and walked into your room before closing the door behind him and standing awkwardly by the door. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You seemed pretty skittish out there.”

You nodded, “I’m okay, just feeling a little worn out. Also someone put lemons on my bed and I haven’t figured out who or why.” You replied, Deke nodded and you decided to take a chance, “Hey, Mack said I should ask you about what you said while you were high, apparently you mentioned me.”

Deke froze, his heartbeat sped up and his hands started shaking. “What exactly did he say?” He asked, coming to sit down on the couch next to you.

“That’s it, just that I should ask you about it.” You explained.

“Okay, cool.” Deke mumbled, clearing his throat, “Well, I, uh… I said that I thought you were smart and cool and that you’re really pretty and I like you, and well… you don’t want all the gory details.” Deke confessed, looking anywhere but at you. You chuckled, a small grin appearing on your face as your cheeks burned red, “Is that a good laugh, or not?”

“It’s good, yeah. I like you too, spaceboy.” You said, your grin getting bigger. A smile appeared on Deke’s face as well as he put his hand on yours.

“The lemons were me by the way, I was so nervous to talk to you and it was supposed to be romantic but I guess it’s not a thing in this time.”

You chuckled again, “No, it’s not but it’s cute… you trying to be romantic.”

A/N: Hope you enjoyed! Follow my instagram @ cxplqnce and I take requests (either song imagines or just imagines!).

[queenofcats17]

Almost An Angel

I recently drew a sona for Hymns of Struggle, and now I want to write it.

Hymns of Struggle belongs to @pipesflowforeverandever

She wasn’t an angel. 

Specifically, she wasn’t Alice Angel. Sure, she had some of the features of the toon, like the halo and the dress, but she was altogether incomplete. She only had one horn, one glove, and one proper leg, and her halo was embedded in her head. Her other leg was basically a pillar of ink while her other arm almost resembled a wing, despite basically being another dripping ink mass. The majority of her body was covered in ink, although various patches of yellow skin were visible. Sometimes her mouth was freed from the ink, revealing that her lips were permanently black, as though she were wearing black lipstick. Only one eye was ever visible, although it was only really a glowing orb. All of her was drippy, from her dress to her hair (if one could even call the ink on her head that) to the ink covering her body.

She wasn’t a particularly remarkable ink creature. She had enough sapience to hold her form and sort of had an identity, but her form was far from perfect and she didn’t remember too much about who she’d been before falling into the ink. She certainly wasn’t any Alice. She could sing, but not nearly as well as Susie or Allison. She couldn’t dance all that well, but she wasn’t afraid to try even if she looked silly. She couldn’t fight. Well, she could. She could swing an ax or a pipe. But only with one hand. All in all, though, she was just sort of...there. Another lost soul in the sea of souls. 

Joey watched her sometimes, for what reason he wasn’t sure. Perhaps it was just to torture himself. Because he knew what had happened to her was his fault. She was an innocent in this matter. An outsider. Whoever she’d been, she’d come to the studio out curiosity. She’d said something about a blog post, but it was possible he’d misheard her. He’d seen her enter and wander around. He’d seen her fall prey to the Ink Demon. It hadn’t taken long. She’d decided to turn on the machine and the demon had pounced, dragging into the puddles. The machine had spat her out in the form she currently possessed, half-formed and imperfect.

Sometimes, she wondered who she’d been before this place. She had no memories of her past life. She’d simply woken up in the studio one day, fully formed and strange. Others she’d met had tapes with their voices on them, tapes showing who they’d once been. She didn’t have any tapes with her voice on them. The people with the tapes had worked at the studio from what she could tell. So she probably hadn’t worked there. She would have liked to talk about her thoughts with someone, but there weren’t very many people to talk to.

The Alice on the lower floors didn’t like her all that much, screaming that she was a false angel. The Borises couldn’t really talk, and they avoided her anyway. She’d tried to talk to Norman a few times, but the Projectionist wasn’t interested in conversation. The Butcher Gang were pretty out of the question. She didn’t even think they could talk. She’d never met Joey in person, the studio keeping her away from him. She thought he sounded nice from the tapes, though. Sammy was pretty much the only person she’d ever talked to. He tolerated her most of the time, but she could tell he found her to be a bit irritating sometimes. Most of their conversations involved him telling her to have faith in their Lord. She didn’t really know what that meant and she didn’t have any real interest in worshipping a cartoon demon. 

Still, he seemed like he knew what he was talking about. He called her “little lamb” most of the time. She liked that. It felt special. Her own special little nickname. Especially since she didn’t really have a name. Well, she had a name, she just didn’t remember what it was. She was pretty sure it started with an F. That sounded right to her. F and then an I or an E. Fee sounded good or F-i said like fee. People had called her that before, she was sure of it. She could almost hear a young woman calling her that. The rest of her name was too hard to figure out, especially her last name. She got the idea that it was something rather strange and hard to pronounce, at least for other people.

Fi spent a lot of time in the animation department, writing down everything that came into her mind. Her handwriting was terrible, and it was strange writing with only four fingers, but she could read it. She wasn’t sure how much of it was her own life, though. She’d definitely never been a child in Victorian London, that was for sure. She thought maybe she’d been a writer. That would explain all the strange things she “remembered”. A lot of the things that passed through her mind were things that couldn’t possibly be real. Angels, demons, gods, magic. There was no way any of that was from her own life. She kept her papers in one of the animation desks. She was the only one who ever really went up there. She drew sometimes too. She liked drawing, even if she couldn’t only draw with her fingers and ink.

More than anything, she wanted to share the stories she remembered. Alice didn’t want to hear her stories, but Sammy listened. She couldn’t tell if he was actually interested, but he listened. He didn’t give her a lot of feedback on them, which was disappointing. She knew his mind was elsewhere. He had to keep up his devotion Bendy in order to be saved, or so he said. Fi didn’t really believe in Bendy the way Sammy did. They both knew this. But she liked helping him. She got lonely easily and liked spending time with him. He’d been delighted upon discovering she could play the violin. They were both less delighted with she pointed out she couldn’t really do the fingerings due to her lack of a defined left hand.

He sent Fi to put up Bendy cutouts in Alice’s domain a lot. She seemed convinced that she could somehow make friends with Alice. Despite her status as a ‘false angel’, Fi was slowly getting Alice to warm up to her. Although, it wasn’t like Alice was going to admit it. But she didn’t yell if Fi wandered into her domain. Fi liked doing things for her as well, leading Alice to often ask her to fetch ink hearts for her or exterminate Butcher Gang members. Fi did whatever Alice asked short of getting extra thick ink. She started crying whenever she was tasked with taking ink from the Swollen Searchers. Fi had a soft heart, apparently.

Fi liked helping people, she’d found. It made her feel good to make people smile, or at least make the Hell they found themselves in a little more bearable. She did have moments of darkness, though. Whoever she’d been before this, she’d definitely struggled with her mental demons. No matter how happy or cheerful she tried to be, there would always be days when she’d wake up and just find herself miserable. When these days came, she’d just lay on the ground and do nothing. Sammy left her alone during these days. The first few times he’d discovered her in this state, he’d told her not to despair, as Bendy would save them. She’d given a vaguely affirmative grunt and hadn’t move. He hadn’t tried that approach again.

Fi avoided talking about their predicament most of the time, but she was always thinking about it. Occasionally, her thoughts just...slipped out. Like when Sammy was putting up cutouts in the entrance to the Heavenly Toys area. She’d tagged along, mostly because she was feeling lonely again.

“Why don’t I have a tape?” She asked. Sammy looked up from the cutout. She couldn’t see his face behind the mask, so it was hard to tell how he was feeling. 

“I’m not sure what you mean.” He replied. 

“Everyone else has tapes.” She said. “Why don’t I have one?”

“I don’t believe you ever worked here.” Sammy turned back to his cutout. “You simply wandered in one day.”

“Oh...” She frowned slightly. She’d known that, but it was still disappointing. The tapes told you things about people. About who they’d once been. She wanted to know who she used to be.

The two of them were quiet for a long time. 

“Did you see me before I became like this?” Her voice was quiet. She didn’t know what she’d looked like before, but she knew her body was wrong. Being so thin felt unnatural to her. Sure, her skeletal form gave her the illusion of an hourglass figure, but she didn’t like it. She thought she’d been soft once, squishy and nice to cuddle with.

“I did not.” Sammy shook his head. 

“Okay.” She nodded slowly. She wanted to fidget, but she couldn’t really do it when she only had one proper hand. She also had a desire to bounce her right leg, but couldn't since it was a pillar of ink.

Sammy glanced back at her, sensing her sudden shift in mood. 

“Have faith, my little lamb.” He said. “Our Lord will set us free.”

“If you say so...” She didn’t completely believe him. But she wanted to. She wanted to get out of here. She wanted to be alright. 

Only when Francine arrive did she really begin to believe that they could get out somehow.