#interviews and interrogations

[idontwikeit]

"'What do you think a vampire is?' he asked me sincerely."

'I don't pretend to know. You pretend to know. What is it?' I asked. And to this he answered nothing. It was as if he sensed the insincerity of it, the spite. He just sat there looking at me with the same still expression.

[...]

I said to her. 'All right, my love... ' And I rocked her slowly, gently in my arms, until she dozed, murmuring something about our being eternally happy, free of Lestat forever, beginning the, great adventure of our lives."

"The great adventure of our lives. What does It mean to die when you can live until the end of the world? And what is 'the end of the world' except a phrase, because who knows even what is the world itself? I had now lived in two centuries, seen the illusions of one utterly shattered by the other, been eternally young and eternally ancient, possessing no illusions, living moment to moment in a way that made me picture a silver clock ticking in a void: the, painted face, the delicately carved hands looked upon by no one, looking out at no one, illuminated by a light which was not a light, like the light by which God made the world before He had made light. Ticking, ticking, ticking, the precision of the clock, in a room as vast as the universe."

-Interview with the Vampire by Anne Rice

[shorthaltsjester]

me when the campaign with characters i’ve praised for being essentially pawns/npcs in the greater world is ending by underserving the main characters by [checks notes] highlighting the role those characters have played as quasi-npcs who are nonetheless still the narrators of their destinies within the limits of a world beyond their control

[audible301]

I just know that 10 years from now the documentary about how the Citizen Detectives of New Jersey were way too involved in actual police work and had way more access than they should’ve (and people using Citizen Detectives to cover up their own crimes) is gonna go CRAZY

[hugsandchaos]

I just wanna say that I think DC x DP combined with Swagger Bishie would be pretty funny. Especially if Damian was Danny’s friend and took one look at his crush, then goes “Seriously??”

The blond jock’s fairly strong, sure, but how well can he fight? And is he smart? How does he do under stress? Is he worthy of being his friend’s significant other?

[curapicas]

red flag done well: Takamura's friends have girlfriends who all fucking hate him

(and they're right)

[track-five]

you ever consider that larry’s not out yet because louis knows some interviewer will ask about waoyf and he’d have to dance around the fact that the horniest song he has released is about his brat husband: grammy award winning, globally-successful, beloved pop icon harry styles? have we considered this?

“i don’t really know actually, i haven’t really thought about that. ehhhhh yeah, i mean, it’s like…there’s always gonna be highs and lows in life, you know what i mean? when you’re going through and…you know? that’s where that comes from.”

[skunkes]

i found sum office job appropriate button ups and such at thrift store now i can look for appropriate pantswear. And start manifesting.

[dr-reids-fidget-toy]

Some Armand fanart I made. progress pic below cut

sorry bout the shadow lol

[bleedingcoffee42]

[bcdrawsandwrites]

Day 9: Scar reveal / Interrogation / Presumed Dead Characters: Sheegor, Truman Warnings: References to abusive relationships, depictions of anxiety Summary: Sasha, it turns out, was not strictly allowed to hire people on the spot, and Sheegor realizes her employment must be cleared with the Grand Head of the Psychonauts. Which is... fine. She's not worried or anything. Or missing Mr. Pokeylope. It's fine.

Sheegor wished Mr. Pokeylope were here.

She also wished she could have done her hair better.

She hadn't exactly had the luxury of being able to do anything with her hair in a long while—it wasn't like they had a lot of usable hair products in the asylum, and it was a miracle she managed to keep it clean at all. Miss Vodello had offered to style her hair for her, but she'd refused—Miss Vodello had been more than kind enough to take her out shopping before they'd arrived (much too kind, and she didn't want to wear out that kindness so quickly), so she could get a nice, clean outfit and new gloves. (The gloves felt so nice—she loved her mittens, but she could move her hands more freely in these, and they felt so comfortable.)

Suddenly realizing she had been wiggling her fingers in her gloves again, she put her hands down firmly in her lap, sitting up as straight as she was able.

Meanwhile, Mr. Zanotto took a seat on the other side of the table, and straightened up some papers. "Soooo Miss... Delucca, is it?"

"Yes!" she exclaimed, only to cover he mouth when Mr. Zanotto leaned back in surprise. "I-I mean, yes, Mr. Zanotto! Um..." She wrung her hands anxiously, her gloves squeaking in the process. "Um... you can call me Penelope if you want, or... or Sheegor."

"Sheegor?" he repeated, brow knitting.

Feeling her stomach beginning to tie into knots, she shook her head. "I mean! You don't have to call me that! I mean—c-call me whatever you want!"

Mr. Zanotto frowned at her, and she winced. But he went on: "Well, Miss Delucca, as you know, Agent Nein is not technically supposed to hire people on the spot."

Sheegor shivered, nodding. Oh yes, Sasha had admitted such to her before they'd left, and she hadn't stopped thinking about it since.

"We're fortunate that I have to be the one conducting this interview rather than Hollis." The man chuckled, and Sheegor wasn't sure what that meant. "I'm sure she'd love this situation if she heard about it first."

"U-um..." Sheegor swallowed. "Wh... what did you need to know?"

Mr. Zanotto chuckled again, shaking his head. "Of course, I'm sure you don't want to waste too much time with this."

Wait—did she hear that right? Did he... think this was a waste of time? That she was a waste of time?

"So, let's get right into it!" Settling back into his chair, Mr. Zanotto held up the short stack of papers in front of him. "Let's see... So you're applying—or, well, Sasha offered you the job—for lab assistant." He looked up at her with a raised brow. "Why do you think you're qualified for this job?"

Sheegor gave a start—was that an interview question, or was he really questioning her? (Why couldn't Mr. Pokeylope be here...?! He would know what to do!) "I-I... I am qualified, sir! I really am!" she replied, gripping the edge of the table. "I can work really, really hard!"

"I'm... certain you can," Mr. Zanotto said, leaning back. "But could you give me some specifics?"

"Um—I—uh... I-I did a lot of work before! I'm really, really good with brains!" She tried to smile at the man, but quickly took note of his shocked look. "I-I mean—I don't have to do anything with brains! I'm not going to steal any! Oh—I mean, not that I've stolen brains before, that was just Dr. Loboto, but I don't work for him anymore, and um—I mean—!" The blood drained from her face, and she clamped her mouth shut.

"It's all right, Miss Delucca.” Though Mr. Zanotto's expression seemed to be very clear that it was not all right. "Perhaps you can tell me about some of your other previous work history?"

"Um... uh..." She wrung her hands, looking left and right as she tried to remember. Work history—she worked for Loboto for so long, but before that she'd worked... at the Asylum? But should she say that? Maybe he wouldn't want to know she'd worked at Thorney Towers—there was a reason it had closed down, after all. And before that she'd... been a patient there, and before that... she... she didn't remember, but she'd worked somewhere, probably, right?

It took her a moment to realize she was staring down at the floor, her hands gripping her head. Frantically she sat back up in her seat, looking Mr. Zanotto in the eyes, but he looked so horrified—of course he was, she couldn't even tell him her work history. This was a disaster—

"...Miss Delucca," Mr. Zanotto said slowly. "You should know that this is just a formality."

Sheegor took a shaky breath, trying to fight back the sobs that choked her throat. "Y-yes..." she squeaked with a little nod. "I understand..."

"There's no need to be—"

"I know, I know!" she cried. "There's no need for this..." Sniffling, she backed away from the table. "I'll tell Mr. Nein that I wasn't hired."

To her surprise, Mr. Zanotto stepped out from around the table, holding up a hand to stop her. "Wait," he said, and she stepped back. "Miss Delucca—or, would you prefer I call you a different name?"

Looking away, Sheegor wrung her hands. "I... um... you can call me whatever you like."

"But is there one you would like to be called?"

She couldn't wrap her head around why he was asking this, and the question itself made her head hurt. "I-I don't know. I think... I like..." Her voice went quiet. "...Sheegor?"

"Then that's what I'll call you." Mr. Zanotto went on: "Sheegor, when I say that this is just a formality, I mean you've already got the job. I trust Sasha's judgment—most of the time, anyway—and I just wanted to make sure we have all the paperwork, and that I can tell Hollis that we've conducted an interview so she'll be happy."

Sheegor blinked, looking back at Mr. Zanotto, who was staring at her with a look that was still definitely not happy—a look of... concern?

He sighed, glancing out the window and down at the atrium. "Sasha told me that you've been working for Dr. Loboto—"

"Not anymore!" she cried, shaking her head. "I never want to work for him ever again! I-I can't, anyway... now that—"

Mr. Zanotto held up his hands. "I know, I know. He told me about the hostage situation and that you'd had... a rough time under his employment."

"Y-yeah..." Sheegor admitted, looking down, only to stomp her foot. "He was so mean to Mr. Pokeylope! And to the patients, and to the brains, and—"

"And to you," Mr. Zanotto finished.

The rage Sheegor felt quickly drained, and she looked down at the floor. "I... um..."

"This will take some getting used to, I know, but here, you won't be treated the same way you were under his employment. We want you to be happy, as well as safe."

She looked at him again, and he looked so... serious. Like he really meant what he was saying. It was like... Mr. Pokeylope.

Were there really that many other people... like that?

Sheegor stared at Mr. Zanotto for another long moment before slowly nodding. "...Okay, Mr. Zanotto. I hope you're right."

He placed a hand on her shoulder and smiled. "Welcome to the Psychonauts, Sheegor."

[magpie-to-the-morning]

This is an amazing episode of television

This is How to Get a False Confession 101

[sunshineandlyrics]

Cillian about dueling with Jason Clarke in Oppenheimer

[fireandspiceland]

I’m having writing ideas way above my skill level 😔

[huginsmemory]

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[saltcxrcle]

🎥: I have some question mwahahaha (I wil be nice)

What is your fav book?

What is your fav fanfic?

What is the fav thing that you have written?

Congratulations on reciving 500 follower! Well done!

hi anon! thank you for submitting for my celebration!

🎥: interviews!

⟡ What is your fav book?

ooh i haven't been able to read in a hot minute but I would say my fav book would be circe by madeline miller

⟡ What is your fav fanfic?

oh god don't get me started. i've read so many in my very short lifetime here on earth and a lot i've read are my favorite so it would be hard to choose. so instead i'll just recommend some authors that i'm obsessed with and go back to constantly (i may or not be biased here LOL)

@prentissluvr / @ohsc / @zepskies / @samsno1/ @luci-in-trenchcoats @anundyingfidelity/ @uncouth-the-fifth/ @idreamofplaid/ and many many more (these are the ones i could think off the top of my head)

⟡ What is the fav thing that you have written?

mmm that's a good question, i like most things i've written, but my fav fic(s) that i've written was probably true blue or pillowtalk with sam winchester or beach confessions with isaac lahey! (i want to write more for teen wolf but spn had been my brain rot lately LOL)

thank you again for participating in my 500+ celebration anon! i loved answering your questions :D

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come and join the celebration !

[heterophobique]

Listen my novel idea is slowly becoming more and more real. The ideas are forming

I spent around 4 hours last night writing down lyrics from Appalachian folk songs and old hymns. I analyzed the lyrics and thought about how they’d apply to the narrative and themes of my novel idea

I reread my thesis to think about the historical evidence. I still have access to all the oral history interviews that I can use for my novel

And now I’m reading a children’s novel Dear America: A Coal Miner’s Bride to think about my ideas. The book is soooo good too. Got me thinking super hard about my ideas and themes

That’s also why I reread Dracula this year. I wanted to think really fucking hard about how Bram Stoker formatted his book. It’s like a found footage film, you know? And that’s how I want my novel to feel. Like found footage. And I have a specific idea of how I’m gonna make that work

And I’ve started writing random scenes and pieces of the idea. I’m developing the characters. The stories. The themes. It’s all coming together