Doodles Of The Dumb Idiots Terrorizing A Grocery Store Cause Why Not?

Doodles of the dumb idiots terrorizing a grocery store cause why not?

incapacitation

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drugs that make a character woozy and disoriented. slurring words and falling slack, everything too heavy and confusing and muffled

blown pupils, wandering eyes, breathing too much or too little. sweating, shaking, puking, so limp and pale it’s almost like they’re dead

fevers so high a character's mind just turns to mush. glossy eyes tracking the ceiling, listless and unaware until eventually there's sweat sticking all over the sheets and they start mumbling some vague responses to caretaker's questions

tranquilizer dart that brings a character down all at once. one sudden jerk or look of confusion, not enough time to glance at it much less pull it out before eyes are rolling back and they collapse into the dirt

tranquilizer dart that comes on slowly. pulling it out and running and running until each step becomes too uncoordinated, stumbling or getting dragged along by a teammate until even their begging to stay awake, let's go, becomes hazy and distant

struck so hard that everything rings in one ugly roar. staggering or falling, told to sit down, just stay down. so confused and lost, repeating the same questions and forgetting the answer over and over and over again

character so messed up they struggle to follow any part of the conversation. everything too heavy and confusing and muffled, just useless and incoherent and completely oblivious to the situation

nervous prodding or pleading by caretaker, begging them to just stay awake or focus

jostled around by captor, told to get the fuck up and follow orders, easily manhandled around and restrained

mumbling nonsense and spilling secrets. stoic characters without any masks, so confused and broken and vulnerable, slipping and powerless in every sort of way

"you're okay, i promise you're okay"

“ah, shit. you’re a mess—”

“I guess you won’t remember this anyways…”

gaze drifting and blank, too faraway to track anything caretaker/captor is saying. nudged and prodded and pleaded at to no avail, just incoherent and out of it

too weak to move. beaten absolutely senseless or bleeding all over the place, a character just hurting and spent beyond means and sprawled flat against the ground

getting dragged along or stepped on, pinned down as if they're in any state to go anywhere

hypnotized and stunned into mindlessness. repeated mantras and rewired thoughts, a character made pliable and blank and used like a puppet

paralyzed but fully aware, left slack and useless and desperate with limp muscles and depressed breathing. assumed dead and abandoned, grieved over or dumped aside like a corpse, forced to watch and unable to do anything

poisoned and just getting worse and worse. teammates desperately looking for a cure while character deteriorates, puking and passing out and getting high fevers, hallucinating and begging for relief

characters taken out of commission when they're otherwise the strongest one. exposed to a weakness, given magical restraints or cuffs with neural suppressors to keep them docile, targeted and taken out

vertigo taking a character side to side, brought down and useless

Imagine a Minecraft movie where somebody wakes up in a forest and has no memory of who they are and where they come from and they have to build a shelter and survive the night until they find other people similar to them and slowly become a community of creative, talented friends who need to free the End dimension to try and find the gods that put them there. Imagine that.

Character: *expresses little to no interest in romance and/or sex*

Me: they're aro and/or ace spec

Character: * expresses too much interest in romance and/or sex*

Me: they're aro and/or ace spec

Character: *expresses interest in romance and/or sex in a manner that deviates from the norm*

Me: they're aro and/or ace spec

Character: *exists*

Me: they're aro and/or ace spec

I love how unconditional Crowley and Aziraphale’s relationship is.

Other than The Arrangement and dinner (which I’m pretty sure were just excuses in the early days to hang out with each other) and the odd apology dance (when it was deserved after one of them really hurts the others feelings) they don’t owe each other anything.

When Crowley asks for Holy Water he doesn’t say to Aziraphale that he owes him for saving his life in Paris. In 1941 when Crowley thanks Aziraphale for ‘getting him off the hook’ Aziraphale doesn’t say well you saved me earlier this evening so now we’re even. They never need to get even with each other. There are no conditions.

…which is why the final fifteen hurts.

They both feel like conditions are set.

Crowley thinks Aziraphale’s condition is he needs to become an Angel again to be worthy. Aziraphale thinks Crowley’s kiss was his condition/leverage. Using his own feelings against him. I kiss you so now you have to stay.

These ineffable idiots really need to talk it through

I think I've figured out how I want go3 to end. A card that says "2028, the South Downs". Crowley, yelling at plants in the garden. He stops and his face softens when Aziraphale walks out, but he still glares angrily at the offending plants.

Aziraphale kisses his cheek and says he should come inside. He's made pancakes. Crowley obliges. He doesn't normally eat, but hes grown fond of his angel's newfound skills in the kitchen.

Aziraphale pulls out a chair for Crowley and they sit together. Aziraphale raises his mug of tea, and Crowley raises his coffee.

"To our world," they toast. As they do so, we catch a glimpse of their silver wedding bands.

The camera zooms out and we see two nightingales and their nest. The credits roll as the song A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square again. The nightingales are singing.