mami's here just for you nwn

the question catches it off guard. it isn’t sure what she’s talking about. the annoyed look on her face makes its stomach twist a little. it feels like it has lost its appetite and will not be finishing dinner. its mind comes up blank.

“w-what are you talking about…?”

“no way, you really are stupid aren’t you…that’s so embarrassing,” she’s giggling

“hey… that’s not nice…” it tries to keep itself from tearing up, but the embarrassment is difficult to manage.

“maybe this will refresh your memory, i took a screenshot from the computer and sent it to myself hold on,” she pulls out her phone “babysitter spanking, spanked by babysitter, babysitter spanking girl…”

it feels like it’s going to puke, “s-shut up!!”

“okay okay, i got the point across,” she puts her phone back into her pocket, “i seriously can’t believe you haven’t figured out deleting search history yet.”

it isn’t sure how to react. it wants to leave, but it’s not like it has anywhere to go. it can hear its heartbeat. it can only hear its heartbeat. everything else is getting drowned out. it’s red and hot. it can’t make itself look at her.

“that’s fine, i don’t need you to talk for this,” she grabs its wrist and drags it to its own bedroom.

it doesn’t think it’s worth fighting back. it’s not cooperative either though. this seems to irritate her. she grips its wrist really hard. it’s sick and scared. it wishes she would let it go. she grabs something off of one of the nightstands in its room. it didn’t see what it was.

she drags it over her lap and presses the back of a hairbrush against its ass, “this is what you wanted right, creep?”

the first hit is manageable. its shorts and underwear soften the impact. she isn’t swinging very hard either. the intensity increases and by the tenth it’s starting to sting more than it would like. it’s never been hit like this. it wasn’t sure what it would feel like. it’s hard to gauge through a video.

it’s crying. it isn’t sure when that started. this is really starting to hurt. it grabs at whatever part of her it can reach to try and get leverage, but she presses down on its back to hold it in place. it feels a little panicked.

“ooOW,” it cries out impulsively. it wishes it hadn’t.

“aww, can’t handle it? but it was so into this before wasn’t it? we haven’t even taken its shorts down yet,” her voice has a mocking tone as she hooks a thumb into the waistband of its shorts

“no no no please i’m sorry i won’t-“

it’s cut off by the hairbrush striking its mostly exposed skin. it hurts so much worse. its struggles quickly become twice as frantic and its sobbing has become more apparent. it feels endless. she hits it twenty times but it feels like a thousand. she unceremoniously rolls it off her lap onto the floor and presses her foot into its stomach.

1. figure out what button combo makes your avatar looks like it’s jerking off

But thinking back to it more deeply that's pretty much in line with Arknights' usual approach; the game has a fairly consistent habit of presenting the most idealistic versions of various ideologies in order to still strike them down as wrong despite that: Vina's father really was a stereotypical "Good King" who wanted to help the people yet still couldn't accomplish anything under a feudalistic system, which led to the literal King Arthur stand-in refusing the throne because she thought the monarchy should end with her; the Witch King really was a genius individual better than anyone else to a supernatural degree and that still didn't stop his downfall and descent into madness and he couldn't protect anything more than a false image of Leithanien perfectly curated for him because any system entirely depending on a single individual is going to fall and there's no merit in an ideology that doesn't allow for weakness and leaves everyone else behind; Aegir really is a more advanced civilization who maybe could actually improve the living conditions for all of Terra but that doesn't stop the story from being very critical of their hubris and their attempt to forcibly impose their will on the other nations; Columbia really is often motivated by scientific passion and is making serious progress at incredible speed and that still doesn't stop its capitalistic and imperialist ambitions from getting in that way of that passion; and so on, there's plenty of examples.

The Iberian events consistently show the Inqusition as unjust and cruel, at times focusing on the aftereffects and the suffering brought by their rule even more than the suffering brought by the Seaborn. Does it really matter if their strict and authoritarian measures were necessary to keep Iberia stable in the wake of the Profound Silence, if the citizens are left so scared of the Inquisition they'd rather join the Church of the Deep anyway? It became an infinite loop where they kept doing everything to violently repress the cultists and that only pushed the people more into despair and straight into the cult that was actually treating them better and giving them food and offering an escape from suffering and hope for the future. The citizens in Exodus from the Pale Sea only survived in their isolation and overcame the scarcity of resources thanks to the Inquisition's rules, but doing that made them so scared, paranoid and devoid of any desire for anything that could make life enjoyable that even after their material situation got better they still didn't dare eat more than the little they had always eaten until now and kept controlling and judging each other for wanting things. It got to the point that when they finally had an actually good Inquisitor trying to make their lives better and to get them to stop following obsolete traditions they didn't understand why he would try so hard to do that and kept clinging to the old ways way after their usefulness ended. And of course Anastasio's entire character is the biggest proof of how warped that entire mentality could be; fanatically following the Inquisition's teachings to the letter made him the the most evil and dangerous Inquisitor we've seen in the game until now by far, while characters like Irene are shown in a far better light explicitly because she's learning to expand her worldview and to seek her own answer and judgmeent rather than solely listening to the scripture.

Neat little circular scars from where you claw at every mosquito bite until the skin is flayed. Then repeat with every fresh scab. The pants help with that too. No more panicked expressions when someone notices the blood trickling down your leg from a small wound that is eager to be left alone.

Your clothes don’t fit right either. They don’t exactly make clothes for people like you. They don’t seem to make clothes for anyone. The clothes fit you fine. You’re just warm and probably hungry. Maybe you should’ve stayed home. You’re having a pleasant time.

You’ve been left alone with someone you aren’t normally alone with. It’s best to just stay quiet. You both exist to each other as a part of a larger group. There are risks involved with trying to change that perception. You aren’t in a gambling mood today. You should message someone a bit safer.

Right. The distance in between you means you have different schedules. They’re asleep right now. Did your clothes just get tighter? Is the room smaller? No, you’re just getting hungrier.

you’re so messy. it’s helpful though. stepping on all the clothes you have on the floor is really helpful for staying quiet. though it is a bit counteracted by needing to avoid all the other miscellaneous items. i wish you’d just let me help. i could be your perfect maid and make this place feel so much nicer.

i’d change your wardrobe too. nothing but t shirts and pants. why won’t you wear a dress or skirts? you’d look so nice in them. just looking at your leg sticking out from underneath your blanket, i can tell how good you’d look. you need to show off more.

this isn’t the first time watching you sleep. you keep your computer facing your bed all night and never even turn it off. it’s so much different in person. my heart is pounding so hard i couldn’t even hear if you started to stir. i need to relax. you’re such a heavy sleeper though. i’ll be fine.

i wonder if i could get away with touching, just a little? no it’s not worth risking it. the pictures are fine. maybe someday you’ll realize that i’ve been watching over you like this and you’ll thank me for taking such good care. i would take such good care of you. i’d probably start by washing your hair. seriously washing it and getting out all those knots.

its charge shakes her head no.

some luck that a storm would blow in and knock the power out while it was doing a babysitting gig. service is out, so it can’t reach its employer. not like they could travel in this stuff anyway. it’s dealt with this weather forever. it’s hard to remember what it’s like being scared of it.

“let’s… try to keep your mind off it. do you know how to play checkers?”

she laughs and does a half eye roll. as if the answer is obvious. of course everyone knows how to play that. it feels a little silly for asking especially since it’s her house that has the board in it. too late to recover now though.

it sets up the board and lights a candle off to the side. it’s just bright enough to illuminate a functional amount of the board. they start playing slowly. she’s better at this than it is. which is pretty embarrassing.

lighting strikes nearby and rattles the house. glass shakes in the cabinets. it startles the charge half to death. she flinches back and kicks the board away. at least it isn’t going to lose now.