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laur-rants · 3 years

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Schrodinger’s Game Theory: The Fate of Daud

Ever come up with a theory, and then halfway through creating it, the evidence changes and so you’re stuck with a lot of well-put-together ideas but nowhere to go with it?

Anyway, I did that with Daud. Lol.

I just rediscovered a whole ass rant in my drafts (which is now in the link above for private viewing and judgement PLS read it, if you’re missing some context to this post) that I clearly spent a lot of time and energy on, where I came to the conclusion that Daud in Death of the Outsider is actually a imposter/doppelganger, and it was because of the writing from the book contrasted the writing in DotO so poorly, that I came to believe this. I was like, VERY convinced prior to Billie’s book coming out that this was, in fact, a viable game theory. !00%. There was a chance that out there, somewhere, Daud was still stuck in his mind, and needed someone to come rescue him. Stranger things have happened to explain characters coming back from the dead in a video game, okay?

Somewhere along the line, though, it stopped being game theory and was more like, a fan idea. I had collected enough evidence to come to the conclusion that my theory wasn’t sound. That, and Billie’s book released, and there’s no way I could argue that. Instead, imposter!Daud moved to Fan Theory, something I could fictionally, write about, put into an AU.

But... Just because it’s probably not true in the scheme of the game doesn’t stop me from thinking about it, from wanting to talk and share those ideas with others. Even if, at the end of the day, they hold no water and it wouldn't matter because, well. If Billie’s book is to be considered post-DotO canon, then there’s no reason to believe my theory would hold weight. It wouldnt matter, because Daud well, he was left for dead either way. Nobody was coming to rescue him. I’m sure there’s plenty of questions people have in response to this, the most chief one being

“If its not Daud how is he in the Void talking to the Outsider and Billie at the end of DotO??”

And my usual response is: the end of Return of Daud saw Daud becoming trapped within his own mind, through a trap laid by witches from the very beginning of the book. That meant, even if his physical body was still, well, physical, he was trapped inside his mind.

I proposed that out of survival, well, a sliver of his mind would hole itself up in the Void, maybe even be stuck there (this is not so uncommon as it appears; think of what happened to Jessamine in the Heart). Once the spell on his mind and the Outsider were gone, the sliver could return back to his mind. And he’d still be alive.

From a gamer perspective, looking at the mechanics of the game, and everything else, it makes sense. I’m sure some people would say this theory would ‘cheapen Daud’s death’ and I would refute that by simply saying ‘all of DotO cheapened Daud’s death, and despite being a playable character in the franchise he dies unceremoniously off screen and we just take Billie’s word for his death to heart.’ Nothing cheapens a death faster in my head than ‘time to renege on this character’s entire past arch and have him die off-screen.’ His death was ruined far before they went into the Void. If anything, this would give Daud a change to explain himself.

But I digress. I actually did do a stupid amount of research on this. And what it all really boils down to is that there was bad writing involved in DotO when it came to timeline consistency and quality checkers not checking for that, + the book having been rewritten like, twice, to keep up with what Arkane was changing in DotO in real time.

That’s post marked 9/25/18. I’ve had this theory sitting around for a long time. I enjoyed it. I find it compelling. But ultimately, it was me trying to save Daud, in my mind. Would it be cool for the witches to have stolen Daud, replaced him with a dummy body Eyeless/Envisioned, given that dummy body his memories, and then, when it had outlived it’s usefulness of sending Billie astray, the magic broke and it perished? Hell yeah it would have been cool. and honestly, according to the books, it was a viable option! They could do all those things. You can’t tell me that

Billie can steal faces,

Emily can create copies and

They witches had access to a gemstone that can make prisoners of their own mind/see the thoughts of others,

and NOT immediately think that they’d try and replicate one of the strongest Marked to ever live. The one that TRAPPED DELILAH, no less. And because the witches messed with Daud’s dreams at the beginning of the book (it’s subtle, but its there, its like, you see it on the reread sort of thing), that’s the whole reason he thinks the Outsider is supposed to die, so of course the double would fervently believe the singular obsession that brought Daud into a trap in the first place...

I’m digressing again. Anyway.

What does this mean for Dear old Daud?

It means Daud canonically died, and it was shitty and poorly written and I’ll be salty about that until the day I die because some schmuck on twitter wrote one singular essay and Harvey Smith decided ‘you. you’re the one who needs to write this story’ and then we got Corvosider fanfic in a Dishonored game and I wanted to die. It doesn’t help that this writer was notoriously pretentious and shit-stirring in the fandom at-large BEFORE their hiring-- anyway, this isn’t a salt piece on that. I AM SALTY ABOUT IT, but I’m not the person to discuss it at length. Just know that that’s why some of the narrative decisions in DotO are so out of fucking whack, and we all have to deal with it.

MOVING ON....

There is still... a very slim chance. To save Daud.

Realistically speaking, this chance will never occur. It’s clear and obvious that Arkane has no plans on returning to the Dishonored universe, so despite all these loose ends that Arkane left and all these pieces that need to be picked up and all this lore that’s been reneged on, there’s really not much of a chance that we’ll see, say, Billie, return in a game that is specifically designed to save the timelines. Which, honestly, would be fucking baller. I want a game where I play as Billie, where the shattered timespace of Dunwall is saved by her capable hand, and Emily is free to rule for decades without having to fear that the Isles will fall into the Void like it’s Deimos falling into Hell in DOOM. We KNOW the timelines are saved because we KNOW that Emily has a long and Just (or unjust, if you went high chaos lol) Rule over the kingdom. That can’t happen if, just three years down the line, Billy is running all over the place trying to make sure time doesn’t break at the seams.

But that’s the thing, isn’t it? Because of how Daud meets Billie in RoD, we know that a Billie three years into the future (’YOUR future,’ she tells him) is trying to save his life. There are other timelines she’s saved already, for sure. Including saving Daud in the past, saving Corvo and Emily in the past, saving Granny Rags in the past -- basically, saving all the Marked from coming to an untimely end. And then, after all that, she goes back in time and tries to save Daud, tries to save him from being poisoned by witch magic and falling into a trap that is triggered when he touches her Future version of the Twin-bladed Knife. She goes through a sort of Groundhog Day scenario, where she confesses that she’s tried hundreds of times to save him, and she couldn’t save that Daud.

But why show us Billie failing to save Daud, if she was destined for failure? Because, eventually, she must succeed.

And therein lies Daud’s (potential) salvation. Is it realizing the other Daud is an imposter? Well... let’s think of it this way. Is the Billie who regained her arm and eye an ‘imposter’ where the ‘real’ Billie is in a timeline where she lost those body parts? Is the Aramis Stilton who went mad in the basement of his mansion the imposter? Or is it the one that Emily saved and was able to keep lucid? These people aren’t ‘imposters’ to their timelines, but they kind of are to the timelines that are saved. Which means DotO could be an entirely separate ‘timeline’, one that we manage to play through and see the ending of. But the ‘true timeline’ may never be known. But at least, we know it happens, and we have Billie to thank for that.

FIN.

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babysizedfics · 4 years

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I need to know about doctor mama lo taking care of a sick baby Virgil if you would like pretty please. I dont wanna ask on the in character blog cuz I feel like it would be weird to ask for details and lo seems kinda busy anyway lol.

hey tumblebee!! yeah yeah lets do this, Im gonna write it so that ppl who dont follow the other blog can understand too

WARNING IF U HAVENT ALREADY BLOCKED THE TAGS ILLNESS TW AND VOMIT TW THEY ARE VERY PREVALENT IN THIS

also this is a VERY long headcanon!!

so last night vee got ill, he had been regressed in the afternoon with patton and he was acting much more fussy than usual - not being entertained by his cartoons, not having the energy to play with his rattle, pretty much constantly whining and pouting and he gets very wriggly when he's fussy

patton assumed it was because vee had been upset earlier that day. at one point vee started gripping his stomach, and patton assumed its because he was hungry and could smell the food roman was cooking

but when dinner came around no matter how hard patton tried he couldnt get vee to eat a morsel - he kept turning his head away from the food and whining. at one point patton and logan both managed to convince him to eat a spoonful but his face crumpled with a wince and it looked almost painful for him to swallow it. it was at this point logan noticed he had a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead

things fell into place quickly after that - logan checked his temperature and it was indeed slightly higher than was healthy, they noticed vee's hands were trembling and he was constantly on the verge of tears :(

while patton cleared away dinner and excused roman who wanted to go and craft in his room, logan took vee to his bedroom and tried to check for more symptoms, since vee was non verbal and unresponsive totheir questions. he tested his tummy by pushing it a little to see if the pain got worse when he released it (this is a test for appendicitis) but there was no reaction thankfully except vee being upset by logan not cuddling him. he checked his throat for any redness or infection, nothing.

vee's crying became more pronounced and eventually he was in constant tears, occassionally pleading 'mama mama' through sniffles and hiccups and whines of pain :(( Patton brought him a baby bottle of cooled tea made with fresh mint leaves since that is supposed to help stomach pains. though he left the room again since logan thought it was best not to crowd virgil. Vee's crying had dissipated but he was strangely silent and seemed almost loopy now. he only drank a little of the tea before he pushed it away with a gag.

logan immediately took him to the bathroom knowing what was coming, and sure enough vee threw up into the toilet, crying between gags. logan dutifully managed to keep vee in his lap the whole time and held his hair and rubbed his back, telling him he was such a good boy the whole time

Thankfully it didnt last long as there wasnt much in vees stomach to be emptied. he was shivering and sweating and flushed and had lost all energy. he wasnt even crying anymore, just whimpering under his breath. with a bit of a struggle logan managed to show him how to rinse his mouth out with mouthwash - though he had to hold vee over the sink and pat his back to make sure he didnt swallow it

during all of this patton wasnt able to help because of his heightened empathy, if he sees someone throwing up the likeihood is he will too and that wiuldnt be very helpful! so instead he drives to the store to pick up some medicine and ice pops - and comes back with half the store including some actual baby medicine smh - ((im actually begging u to read that linked post i think its so funny))

it was originallly meant to be logans night to put roman to bed but understandably patton took on that task instead. after roman was drifting off patton pokes his head into vee's room. he had hoped to find lo and vee asleep but they werent. they were lying in the dark with an in the night garden audio story playing on a portable speaker and with vees salt lamp and star night light lighting up the room in a soft glow.

logan offered a strained little smile and nod to patton as he stroked vee's hair and cuddled him close. vee was completely out of it honestly. his body was wholly lax against his mama, his lips were in a permanent pout and his eyes were puffy and wet. he barely even acknowledged his papa coming in, his teary eyes just settled on him for a moment then dropped back to the bedsheets without a reaction. he kept lifting his thumb up to suck on it but logan kept capturing it and apologising as he brought it away. Vee shouldnt suck on his thumb and logan doesnt want to give him a paci while he's ill. understandably, baby vee was completely miserable.

patton asks if logan thinks vee could handle a popsicle or plain crackers at the moment but logan disagrees. he doesnt expect either of them to get much sleep so he will make sure vee eats something in a few hours. with a gentle kiss on vee's forehead patton goes off to bed, confident that logan will be able to look after vee and will come get him if theres any issues

logan and vee really dont sleep much at all. Vee drifts off for a few minutes at a time then gasps awake from vivid fever dreams. logan keeps ice cubes in a bowl by the bed for vee to suck on if he needs to cool down and wraps a couple in a flannel to press to vee's head when his fever rises in the middle of the night.

around 3am logan jolts awake and realises he had drifted off. and vee isnt anywhere in the room. he panics momentarily, bolting up from the bed and dashing to the closet to see if virgil is in there - which he tends to do when he is overwhelmed - but then he hears sniffling from the bathroom.

he finds vee, no longer regressed, curled up against the side of the bathtub with his bangs clinging to his sweaty head. vee is the palest person logan knows but he looks positively grey at the moment

'can i help in any way?' he asks, aware that he doesnt need to baby talk at the moment but still eager to look after this bundle of miserableness

virgil just groans under his breath and clutches his knees to his chest. 'i.. i didnt know what to do with the..' he gestures vaguely to something on the floor

logan notices virgil, being not regressed anymore, had obviously wrestled off the diaper he had been changed into the night before and not known how to dispose of it

'its ok, ive got it' logan wraps it up in a bag and puts it in the trash can they have in the room for just this purpose

'sorry.. m stupid' virgil croaks

'You're not stupid.' logan says firmly as he washes his hands 'You're ill and probably delirious from the fever. it's alright virgil'

theres quiet for a bit longer, virge's head pressed against the porcelain edge of the bathtub likely in an attempt to cool his fever. logan stays there with him for a while just waiting. then suddenly virgil starts sobbing and buries his face in his hands.

'sweetheart, tell me whats wrong please' logan hurries to kneel beside him, lifting his hands away from his face. that wouldnt help the fever

'i dont feel well' virgil cries pathetically, tears rolling down his face.

logans heart breaks 'no, you dont. i'm sorry little one, i know its not nice'

at the nickname virgils thumb raises to his lips again, which logan hurriedly intercepts. 'i'll make you a deal, okay? you're allowed to use a pacifier, but you have to use the same one everyday until you are better. we will need to sterilise it every night too.'

vee sniffles and nods, then chokes 'm not a baby right now though'

'that doesnt matter. you dont need to be regressed to want one of your pacis, vee'

vee is unresponsive and starts scratching at his pyjama pants. logan gets a feeling he isnt saying something. then he notices virgil's pout is much more infantile than his adult ones. 'are you feeling little, baby?'

with a harsh shake of his head vee starts crying again. he whispers 'dont wanna be a b...' then cuts himself off and whimpers

logan cards his fingers through virgils damp bangs. he knows what virgils mind has jumped to. 'were you going to say you dont want to be a baby?' he lifts virgils chin up to look at him 'or that you dont want to be a burden?'

virgils pale lip wobbles 'same fing'

'no sweetheart, no no no,' logan sits on the tiles beside vee and pulls him into his lap. virgil goes willingly. logan rocks his baby as he says 'youre always always allowed to be a baby and its never ever going to upset your family. even if you're an adorable wonderful brave baby boy alllll of the time' he scribbles his finger on virgils rosy cheek and delights at the tiny smile it earns him. 'but especially when you're feeling yucky. you feel a bit yucky today dont you, little one?'

vee nods with a pout

'but yknow whats not yucky? softies and pacis and diapers and lots and lots of cuddles with mama' he holds virgil tighter to prove his point. vee sighs and drops his head to nuzzle against his mama's neck. logan feels he still has a slight fever. 'i know what might help you feel less yucky. does my sweet baby want a sweet ice pop?'

thankfully vee nods against his shoulder and grips tight onto his pyjama shirt, preparing for when logan lifts him up

he first makes sure to change vee into another diaper and even decides that he should wear one of mama's t-shirts as a light dress so he doesnt get as overheated by his pyjamas. at this point vee actually giggles for the first time pretty much all day as he feels the tshirt swish lazily around his legs. logan makes a mental note to observe whether little vee might want to try wearing dresses if the feeling sparks this much joy (at this point logan is unaware that vee has secretly been trying skirts and dresses in his room for months, and roman found out a few weeks ago, but vee isnt ready to tell the cgs yet)

by the time vee is in his diaper and mamas tshirt dress and has a paci and jiji clutched to his chest he is a lot calmer and happier. he's still very ill and exhausted and teary, but theres a tiny smile on his face instead of a pout. in the kitchen he picks a strawberry ice pop and it goes down well, logan convinces him to have a cracker too though vee is in such a young headspace by then that he is just sucking on it, which logan supposes is fine too

by the (real) morning vee is still regressed and has managed to have a couple hours undisturbed sleep. its not much but its better than nothing. logan didnt fare much better. by then vee misses his papa and asks for him and logan hands the responsibility over to papa patton, trustinf the other caregiver enough to catch up on a quick power nap himself

but yes, the main thing is vee thought being ill was a burden enough that he shouldnt be regressed too, but logan makes him see that its okay. vee is regressed pretty much the whole time he is ill over the next few days because its stressful and painful and its a lot easier to feel comforted when ur a baby

yeah! gosh that was long, theres probably a billion spelling mistakes! feel free to ask follow up Qs if i missed anything u wanted to know abt this event

#little/big concepts #illness tw #vomit tw #food mention #long post #asks #tumblebee the smol bean

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prpledusk · 4 years

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NOBODIES AND WHODUNNIT

Ok so theory time.

I recently made a post about vexen, infact the lil labrats been on my mind as of recently surprise to some but eh I do me, but having been thinking about miste4 walking chemical bath I have been bombarded with thoughts on the rg crew as a whole and me being me the rabbit holes dig themselves.

Dear god Im still falling but to put it lightly for the rest of you kh schmucks I think I just came to the conclusion that the rg crew cannot be held responsible at all for the betrayel of ansem the wise. The reasons why shall be explained.

Firstly we must take a look at the victem of this crime, ansem himself as its his statements on the event that we have to go off for this whole hoohah and lemme just point out something that I never notice anyone ever bring up when it comes to the betrayal.

Ansem, more specifically diz, is completely UNRELIABLE.

For one Ansem as diz spent most of his time trying trying to get the kh kiddys to murder the nobodies for the sake of vengeance and typically I wouldnt trust the word of a man whose willing to dehumanize and murder the fuck outta some kids for the sake of getting back at his coworkers as just a general rule. Seconed, Ansems knowlege on nobodies not only seems to be extensivly wrong but he also even outright lies at some points in order to get Roxas and Riku to do as he pleases, pretending to be tiddy ansem in order to get riku to not only attack said coworkers but to get riku to use darkness against said co-workers, this mother fucker didnt even fuckin blink when Riku was about to yeet his sword into Zexions skull like a fuckin javelin and had no problems with Riku getting so infected by darkness that it began physically turning him into ansem.

Not to mention Ansems himself streight up admitted that he wasnt in his right state of mind and his blind hatred and want for revenge streight up changed him into something else so literally everything he says and this includes anything mentioned about his old co-workers can be taken with a grain of salt.

Seconed, theres two questions that need to be answered.

1: when did the scene in ddd with terranort doing the stabby stab to the crew.

And 2: *Why* did the betrayel happen.

The first first question helps to answer the seconed. Specifically if that scene happened BEFORE the betrayel took place. If after I then the betrayel makes no fucking sense.

My reasons being that from what we're given there is literally no fucking reason for the rg crew to betray ansem. Literally everyone ((accept braig)) seems to have a high amount of respect and even love for the guy and dont really seem to have issue with him.

Lex: seems to still retain loyalty to Zexion and for the most part kept his soft spoken stalwart nature even as a nobody.

Zexion: baby

Dilan: literally almost began crying at Ansems return

Even: put himself in harms way to redeem himself, was trusted by ansem enough to be dad number2 and as far as we know was ansems head scientist. (And dont gimme that FOR SCIENCE bull shit, vexen was a slut for science but even knew when to use the safeword dammit)

None of them are shown to have any reason to dislike or want Ansem gone so exactly why would they betray him???

The answer:

They didnt have a fuckin choice.

Because theres a wee thing that the fandom forgot about.

Zombification.

As seen with Roxas, Xion, and even Axel has mentioned he and the othere whent through it, when you become a nobody you're basically a zombie. Head empty, no thoughts, not even a name. Your just an empty shell running on autopilot.

And as shown by Roxas and Xion, when you through the zombie phase? Your more subseptable to suggestions, your basically an entirely different person, and you have no idea who or what the fuck you are.

This lack of agency, this blankbrain? Easy to take advantage of. I think its entirely possible that terranort yeeted everyones hearts, took advantage of the zombie process and had the grew toss ansem in their nonemotive states. This not only would explain why everyone did the betrayel dispite not having reason to but also why when they all got their hearts back it hit Vexen extra hard, enough to go full nobody again, put himself in more danger, and proceed to fuck over the real org in the background and rescue ansem.

So in other words the crew literally had no choice but to go along with it, any agency they could have had in the situation was robbed of them the moment the stab happened so fuck.

This just makes it all extra sad. Since most likely the "they" ienzo was referring to when it came to saying someone told him ansem was mad, most likely that was either Lex or Vex so most likely they realized what they did later, realized it was a bad, but didnt care enough to fix it cause ya know lolno<3 amd decided to instead tell the kid a kind lie to spare him the truth of what they did. So in a sense their bonds with ienzo made it through the whole becoming nobodies thing.

#theory #vexen #dilan #ienzo #aeleus #ouchieouch #nomura why are you like this #kingdom hearts #kh

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ellana-ravenwood · 5 years

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Salt, Tequila, Lemon - Jason Todd x Reader

Please read this intro, thank you very much :

So. I posted this yesterday, but after a bug on the Tumblr app on my phone it got deleted. I’m super bummed out because it had over 200 notes and quite a few feedbacks that I never got to read because it was accidentally deleted...If the people that took the time to comment things on the story could take a bit more time to write a little comment again and give me their feedbacks, and also if the people that liked and reblog could do it once more...i’d appreciate the hell out of you <3. So reposting it (thanks god I always have back ups of all my stories now). Written in twenty minutes during my break at work. Bam. Hope you’ll like it :

Also, since Tumblr’s new guidelines and enforcement of it, I DON’T really appear in searches anymore, so the only way for this story to be seen by others than those who follow me is to reblog it. So if you wanna, you can show your support for my writing by doing just that. Thanks very much. You can find my masterlist here : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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Ok. So. Grandma’s remedy against heartbreak ? Oh, right.

Salt. Tequila. Lemon.

Got it. Licking the back of your hand to make the salt stick to it, you pour yourself a massive shot of “To-Kill-Ya” in your coffee mug, not even caring about the fact that there is still some remnant of your cappuccino from last night in it.

You focus on the sound the liquid makes as it fills your cup. Makes you think about something else. Good. Yup. This was totally gonna help right now.

“Cheers”, you exclaim to yourself, your empty apartment echoing your voice.

Salt.

Wincing. Stingy. Salt on its own is gross.

Tequila.

More wincing. Oh my god, it burns. The coffee that was still at the bottom of the cup is an oddly nice touch.

Lemon.

The last of the Wincing.

You spit the piece of lemon you just bit into in the trash and…miss. The yellow fruit falls with a little flat sound on the floor, and you honestly can’t bother to pick it up. Your apartment is a mess anyway, so you just stare at it angrily and pour yourself another drink.

Salt. Tequila. Lemon.

You gulp the last of the citrus and shiver. Miss the trash again.

Damn. This was good.

Well, actually, it was disgusting.

You didn’t like strong alcohol and what the Hell ?! Why did you leave a bit of coffee in your cup ? Now that the aftertaste was kicking in, it was actually really gross. If the tequila itself didn’t make you wanna throw up, the stale coffee taste nearly did. Oh, and the salt and lemon combination was as awful as ever.

You really didn’t like salt, tequila, or lemon.

But it was still good.

Because thanks to all this immediate awfulness, you could slowly feel yourself drift into “haze land”, and forget about your worries.

Forget that your boyfriend of two years just cheated on you with some random woman you worked with. Woman that, by the way, he met at the Christmas “end of the year” party from you work you invited him to…You gave him free champagne and mise-en-bouche and all your love, and he broke your heart.

It wasn’t your thing, to drink your sorrow away. And it wasn’t your thing either to wallow because of a man…But you genuinely thought he was “the one” (oh what a mistake you would soon realize that was).

He was always so nice, treating you like a princess. He complimented you daily, and never forgot an important date. He was affectionate, not to an annoying point. He was the perfectamount of affectionate. He was a gentleman and seemed to love you and yet, he betrayed you.

If a man like him, that was nothing short but sweet and passionate with you, cheated on you, then did that mean you couldn’t trust anyone ?

Because in your eyes right now, he was perfect. Albeit said eyes were slightly clouded by a a few tequila shots.

You were downing a fourth drink starting to slowly sob when…

There’s very few things that can get you out of a drunk state in seconds.

An extremely cold shower could do the trick, for instance. Brings you back to your senses a bit you know ? You wouldn’t magically be sober, but you’d get a clearer mind. Or someone giving you shocking news ! Or like, an event so incredible that your body just forgets how drunk it is for a minute.

And this event, for you, came at the perfect time.

Right when you were entering your “sad drunk” phase, which was between the “lol alcohol does NOTHING to me” phase where you downed most of your drinks, and the “dancing on the bar’s counter” phase (a few more drinks and you would have a one woman dance party in your living room, acting as if you were on a bar’s counter and that your name was suddenly “Britney”).

Right when you were about to wallow times a thousand, and cry, and yell “whyyyyyyy ?!” to the sky, arms in the air (drama queen).

Years later, looking back on that particular event, you’ll start to realize that Destiny HAS to exist. Because come on, it was just too perfect a timing to be a simple coincidence.

You were about to swallow up your fifth drink, launching yourself head first into the “sad phase” when an ear shattering noise rang all around your apartment.

Broken glass.

It was the sound of broken glass. Heightened to the max by your drunkness. You turned on your stool, and…there he was.

It was a guy. That you were sure of because he had no boobs and too much pecs. And that guy…well that guy just flew right through your window, destroying it. How rude.

There was glass everywhere.

How much did a window cost ? Probably a fortune.

You wondered briefly if you could just use aluminium foil and tape the shit up. There was nothing of value to steal in your apartment anyway, and if aluminium foil could keep meals warm, it definitely worked with a house too right ?

You sobered up quite a bit, but you were also very drunk when this event happened, so your mind was still in that cloudy weird phase where your priorities were…interesting.

You worried more about the broken window at first, than about that guy who just launched through it.

A guy.

Not just any guy.

You saw that guy before.

He was one of those night vigilante your crazy hometown was filled with…RED HOOD !!

“Thick thighs”, is the first thing you thought right after you recognized him (priorities).

The second thing you thought was that you needed another drink, and so you downed what was your fifth one, but with that crazy thing happening ended up being on the same level as if it was a second one. You were tipsy, but not “drunk” anymore.

The third thing that came to your mind was…Is he still alive ?

No cause, he was like, just laying there, on your living room’s floor, not moving.

“…Outch.”

Oh. He spoke.

So he ain’t dead. Good, means you can have another drink then, you don’t need a clear mind to call an ambulance or something.

Oddly enough, in your half-drunk half-sober state, this sounded completely reasonable. Nevermind if Red Hood had some internal bleeding or something. He talked. He was probably fine.

A minute passed, and you just sat there, sipping up your tequila in between taking a pinch of salt and biting into a piece of lemon.

Salt, tequila, lemon. Great remedy against heartbreaks.

Wait, were you heartbroken ? Really ? You couldn’t really recall that fact now. But, yeah…it was the reason why you were drinking right ? Because right now, all you could think about was the fact that this Red hood guy had abs for days…

This unforeseen event sobered you up quite a bit, but the two shots you just took kinda brought you back to the same state than you were before.

Well. Not quite. You were drunk as hell again, but seemed to have avoided the “sad phase”. Instead, Red Hood bursting quite literally through your window took you to another road.

The : “Cool, I got a drinking buddy phase”. Well, taking for granted he didn’t have any internal bleeding and wouldn’t die while biting into a lemon wedge.

“Tough day ?”

You ask him, as he slowly sits up and shakes his head, trying to regain his senses. He looks towards you and seem surprised (or at least you think he is, because he wears a mask so…kinda hard to tell).

************

Jason definitely thought he was alone in this place, because no sane person would just sit there, not saying anything, as someone simply jumped through their window. Nope, most people would just freak out. Scream.

He knows, because it’s not the first time he falls through a window during a night on duty. And every single time it happened, people freaked out. Screamed. Threw stuffs at him, or hid away begging for their life to be spared.

And yet here you were, half a bottle of tequila in front of you, surrounded by lemon wedges you bit into, and table salt all over your hand, just staring at him curiously. And did you just say : “tough day” ?

Well, Jason guessed the empty half of the bottle was why you were so chilled about it all. He sat up, and slowly got back to his feet.

Usually, going through a window meant the end of the night for him. He’d go back to one of his secret stash, patch himself up and get some rest. Most of the time, he fell through windows because someone pushed him or threw him there…Though today, he just embarrassingly missed a step and fell by himself.

Of course, no one would ever now he tripped while jumping from one building to another (you lived on the last floor) and went careening into your home (and life). Nope, the official story would be that he fought a fierce enemy and was thrown into that window. Finding fake villains name was easy, given how truly ridiculous some could be.

Tim and Damian were still after the “Illusive Blue Man” that he totally made up that one time he walked into a poll and had a huge black eye that he couldn’t quite explain…Oh man, he had to stop telling such elaborate lies and just say “I fought with a few guys last night” without more explanation.

But he couldn’t help it. And those kids believed everything he said, it was too tempting…But for now, this wasn’t the issue. Nope.

He did a quick check of his body and knew he wasn’t really hurt (thanks “dad” for the amazing body armor ugh ?), so he was planning on leaving that poor girl’s house and send a mystery check in the mail to pay for the damage (money stolen from a certain Bruce Wayne of course, as if he would pay himself).

Yup. He was just gonna stand up, and go on his way and…somehow, he found himself sitting on the stool opposite side of this mysterious girl, and now she was peppering salt on his hand ?

“Salt”, she says, and she has a cute drunk voice. Jason almost forgets he just went through a window a few minutes ago.

“Tequila”, she continues, downing her drink and pointing at the one she poured him. He doesn’t even care the she poured it in a cereal bowl that she didn’t even seem to have clean…He drunk worst things in worst recipient. He turns away to take off his mask and so that she can’t see his face, and “bottom’s up”.

“Lemon !” she finishes, biting into the sour fruit and spitting it in the direction of the trashcan but missing completely. The lemon wedge goes to lost itself amongst his fallen brothers…

Jason bites into his own lemons, and spits it. Right into the garbage.

There’s a slight pause, where she just stares at the trashcan, and then at Jason, back to the trashcan, and then turns to him again and simply says :

“Wow.”

************

So. This was surreal.

Here you were. In your home. Taking tequila shots. With…Red Hood.

One of Gotham’s night vigilante. The most violent one. But the dude seemed chilled. He was holding his liquor really well.

And now you were talking about your broken heart, telling him the story as if he’d been your friend for years. And he was listening. Intently. And reacting to what you were saying. It had been a LONG time, since you had this kind of talk with anyone, and despite the fact you were drunk, you still noticed how nice it felt to have someone to talk to. Someone that genuinely listened.

“And then he slept with her !” you say angrily.

“Nooooooo !?!”

“Yes, he did ! He slept with…with…what was her name…”

“Nicole. From accounting.”

“Right, Nicole from accounting ! That bitch ! She always just…counts and shit ! And he slept with her ! Nicole from accounting ! Whom he met thanks to me, by the way ! At a partyyyy !! At my wooooork !!”

“What an ass.”

“Right ?! Oh but he had such a good ass though…Quite firm. But whenever he wore jeans, it was super flat.”

“So, not such a good ass in the end then ?”

“I guess not. You have a good ass. Popping right out in this outfit of yours.”

Red Hood chuckles, and the sound of his laughter makes you forget that you just said something incredibly embarrassing. His voice is…nice. Deep. Manly. You like it. You wanna make him chuckle some more, so you say, hoping :

“And it looks very firm. Not just quite firm.”

It works. He snorts and it’s very cute. Oh wow. He can be sexy and cute. Full package. You smile a bit dreamily.

For a second, he’s lost in that smile of yours, and there’s a silence installing itself in the room. A comfortable one. That you break :

“Ok. So now, he’s not that perfect anymore ! He got no ass ! Penalty points ! I never notice how un-assed he was before…”

Jason smiles and damn. He’s hot.

Somewhere along the way, he stopped turning his face away from you whenever he took a shot, and just ended up taking his helmet off. He was probably hoping that you’d black out or something, so you wouldn’t remember his face (or he just didn’t care).

In any case, you were pretty sure you never saw him before. His face kinda reminded you of an old memory. Of someone you saw somewhere long ago, when you were a kid…Which wasn’t really a big help right ?

Right. You had no idea who he was. And in your drunken state, probably couldn’t piece anything together anyway. So even if you did know who he could be, you wouldn’t know in the end anyway…Makes perfect sense right ?

What you knew was : he’s hot.

This white streak in his hair did something to you that you couldn’t explain. And that jawline ? You would love to get cut on that bitch. It could actually cut a bitch, you were sure of it. Those blue eyes ? You’ve never seen someone with such blue eyes. And did you mention to yourself how muscular he was ? Because man you only saw guys like this in magazines !

But beyond his handsome features, he seemed like a nice guy. Like he was listening to you, a total stranger. And this realization suddenly raised your guard up.

You also thought that your ex-cheating-boyfriend was a nice guy. And come to think of it, who the hell just barge in someone’s home like that, and actually stay to drink tequila shots ?! Wait but…in your guts…it’s not like with your ex.

You don’t think he’s a nice guy. You know he is.

************

There’s a visible shift in your mood, after this realization. So far, you talked to him about your broken heart freely, and he listened.

Oddly enough, no words that came out of your (perfect) mouth bored him. Jason wasn’t sure wether it was the alcohol or not, but you captivated him.

But in a split second, and without him knowing why, your features changed. You were now frowning. Like an unhappy little kid. It was kinda cute, but he didn’t like it because…why were you frowning ?

He tries to lighten up the mood and says :

“Well here you go. See, you didn’t loose the perfect guy, his ass was flat in jeans. Can’t work with that, can you ? I bet we can find other flaws. Make you realize he actually was a looser.”

Your guard is up, but you can’t help but smile a bit, plus you were frowning just now because you realized you just knew you could trust that total stranger, and it was so weird….

Besides, no harm in indulging this, because you’re pretty sure it’ll make you feel better to try and see the bad side of your ex-boyfriend, not just his good ones. No one was perfect. And so, still a bit careful, you say :

“Well…He never got any of my Tv shows or movie references.”

“Well, here’s a point to take off of his “perfectness”. Doesn’t get pop culture references. Deal breaker.”

“Yeah…Yeah you’re right. It is. He also used to hate when I made jokes. I like puns ya know ? Terrible ones. Well, he was always embarrassed whenever I made them in public.”

“Ashamed of his girlfriend, doesn’t sound very gentlemanly, right ?”

“Yeah. It doesn’t. Maybe he wasn’t such a perfect gentleman…He also used to not want to go out with me if I didn’t wear any make-up and was dressed just casually.”

“What you mean, he never just went out with you ?”

“We only went out on dates. I had to dress up. I could be casual home though…”

“Well goodie, the man let you be yourself when you were home. Big deal. To be honest, sounds like a douchey move.”

“That was kinda douchey…I never cared what he looked like.”

And it’s true. For you, physical appearance wasn’t everything. And sure you thought your ex was hot and all, but only because you liked his personality too. You liked his jokes, you were never ashamed of anything he said.

And right now, sure that stranger that bursted through your window was hot, but the reason you felt like you could tell him things was because he just made you comfortable by his mere aura. Because he gave you such a good vibe.

You never were fully about appearances. It was always just a bonus for you…So it never occurred to you why your ex would only hang out in public with you if you were pampered. Like he used to hate when you just wore hoodies and no make-up, even if you didn’t need make-up to be beautiful.

Comes to think of it, he was very much about appearances…Uh. Interesting. You never realized that before.

You turn to Red Hood, and the look on your face says it all. You’re slowly realizing maybe you didn’t just lost “the one”. The vigilante says :

“Ok, so : no ass, no humor apparently, doesn’t get pop culture references, and was kind of a jerk when it came to going out with you…”

“He did tell me often that I was beautiful though. Including when I just woke up from a night out, and was awful looking.”

“Yeah, but he never went out with you looking like that. He shouldn’t feel ashamed of hanging out with you looking like that. Just like he shouldn’t feel embarrassed when you joke. He can be exasperated, like if you really make bad puns, sure. And he can think it’s unfunny…But embarrassed ? No.”

“I guess…I never thought about it.”

“Well let me tell you, as someone who does not know neither you nor him personally, he sounds like a bit of a jerk. Let’s not forget he cheated as well. Like, that’s not something good people do. Especially not with…Nicole from accounting.”

“Nicole from accounting…Yeah. They’re together now though.”

“So ? He should’ve broken up with you if he realized he liked her. That’s the right thing to do. Trust me on that, I put villains behind bars for a living, I know what’s right or wrong.”

“I heard you kill criminals.”

“Used to. I used to kill criminals, I had issues. I’ll tell you one day if you wanna. It’s a real tear jerker story. With clowns and crowbars. And I’m telling you that because I’m drunk, right now. Also, if we want to be specific, I don’t actually make a living out of putting villains behind bars. Like, I don’t get paid or anything…”

Jason finds himself ranting about anything that comes to his mind, and though he hears himself claim it’s because of the alcohol he’s saying all this, he realizes maybe there’s something else making him want to talk.

You. A total stranger he walked upon. Or rather, went-through-the-window upon. Who didn’t freak out when he went through said window. And instead, invited him over to have tequila shots.

Because, according to your grandmother, the best remedy to…basically any problems in life, was “salt, tequila, lemon”.

“She was a wise woman.”

He says, and you turn to him, clearly not understanding what he was talking about.

“Who ?”

“Your grandma. For saying that salt, tequila and lemon was a great remedy against heartbreaks and all.”

“Oh. Yeah. I wouldn’t know, I never met her. She died before I was born.”

“Well what she passed on to your parents is great.”

“What ?”

“Well, that “salt, tequila and lemon” thing, I assume she said that to your mom or dad, and then they said that to you, and then it became your grandma’s advice. Right ?”

“…Nah. It’s an excuse I made up. Whenever I need to justify something, I just say “like my grandma said, ain’t no shame in eating an entire tub of ice cream if you want to”, and then people are just like “oh yeah, cool”, because when you say the word “grandma”, then it gives a perspective to your words ya know ?”

Jason had no idea what you were on about, but he loved it. You seemed to be very smart. And witty. And funny. The hell did that guy cheated on you for ? And why was he ashamed of going out in public with you when you weren’t dressed up ?!

You currently wore “Hello Kitty” pyjamas, had absolutely no make up on, and your hair was a mess, and he thought you looked gorgeous.

“Why are you so nice ?”

Your question takes him by surprise, and for a few seconds he doesn’t register it and just says : “ugh ?”

“To me. Why are you so nice to me ? Is it the alcohol ? Does it make you nice ? Or are you just nice to every stranger ? Every girl you destroy the windows of ? Or are you like my ex ? You seem nice, but then you go off and cheat on your girl simply because you like another girl and you’re too cowardly to break up with your current girl ?”

Jason hiccups slightly, and says :

“No, I’m not nice to any girl I met. I’m actually usually kind of a jerk, too “brutally honest”. But you…I don’t know. You give me good feelings. Oh and here’s to add on his flaws list. “Coward”. Can’t even break up with a girl, has to wait to get caught red-handed and break her heart. Cooooward. Bad flaw. Kind of guy who runs in the face of danger, instead of standing by you.”

It’s probably the fact that he said “you give me good feelings” that spurs this in you. That gives you a new clearer perspective on things.

“My heart wasn’t broken.”

It’s a shock, to you. This realization. This sudden feeling jumping in your face. You…are not heartbroken. You’re mad. You’re frustrated. You feel betrayed. You feel a crazy burning anger towards your ex for toying around with you like that. For not having the balls to just break up, after spending two years together.

He was suppose to know you. To be your friend. Things could have turned out better. He could have just come up to you, say the truth, and…You were pretty sure you’d still be friend. Because he really was a great guy.

He really was all the good thing you though about him. He made a mistake, an unforgivable one in your book. But he was a great guy.

He was just…not your great guy. Not anymore at least.

And you realized, there, quite drunk, that…It was ok.

Your heart wasn’t broken.

Your pride was. Your trust was. But your heart ? …Maybe you weren’t completely in love with him. You were best friends, yes, but love ? Maybe it wasn’t love…

Your heart wasn’t broken.

“My heart isn’t broken.”

You tell Red hood, looking at him right in his wonderful ocean blue eyes. And he looks right back at you, and just nods. Just like that. And then he pours you one last tequila shot.

Because like your grandma would say : “When you make great discovery about yourself…Salt, tequila, lemon”.

************

It took you only a few hours with him to realize that you weren’t in love with your ex, and that was kinda scary. Because this realization didn’t come from nowhere.

Nope.

But when he said that your ex broke your heart, you felt obligated to tell him that no. No your heart wasn’t broken. You were sad and angry, yes, but not heartbroken. For you, in that moment, it was important for this total stranger to know you weren’t actually in love.

Hell, you didn’t even know yourself you weren’t that in love before you talked to him. It just came as a sudden, yet utterly true revelation.

Because, and this wasn’t the alcohol speaking…You felt incredibly attracted to that guy. To Red Hood. Not just because of the white streak in his hair, and the eyes, and smile, and voice, and abs, and thick thighs. That too, sure, but not only…Nope.

Nope. Not because of this.

But because he had a tough day (he said so himself, explaining to you how he went through the window…he was fighting a super-villain when he got flung through your window, tough tough time ahem), and yet he sat with a crazy lady that peppered salt on his hand and practically forced him to take a tequila shot…

Because you could see in his eyes, and felt in your guts that he didn’t have an easy life…and yet he took a break from whatever he was doing to just sit with you and listen to you. He didn’t even make sense, that you trusted those feelings so fiercely. And yet, you did. Because he listened to you.

He saw you were struggling and he stayed. And though you felt you couldn’t trust anyone at that time…You oddly felt like he was ok.

Like he wouldn’t be the kind of guy to cheat, or run in the face of danger, leaving you all alone to fight off demons.

In a few short hours, you fell for this guy more than you ever fell for your ex.

What did that say about you uh ? …That was pretty pathetic…

************

Jason didn’t think that you were pathetic at all.

On the contrary. If he went to seat with you, and drink with you, is because he was instantly mesmerized by you.

And though he didn’t know at first why, now he was sure of it.

It’s because you didn’t freak out. And something told him it wasn’t only because you were a bit drunk (he fell in drunk people’s home before…none reacted like you).

Nope. It was because you were special. He just knew it. Special in every way. Funny. Beautiful. Genuinely listening to him when he was speaking.

He peppered his own problems within your story, as you told him. And you listened. Hell, even referenced a few things he said early on, way later, while you were crazy drunk. You listened.

You gave a total stranger that seemed to have a tough day some salt. And tequila. And lemons.

And then you cared. You asked him a thousand times if he was ok, and he basically had to take off his armor to prove it so (to your eyes’ greatest pleasure…mm mm mm those muscles).

Captivated. He was captivated by you. It was strange, and though he knew it was because you were special, he still was unclear as to why his feelings were that strong.

For someone he just met. And barely knew. And only knew while drunk.

You were just…Special.

************

It was surreal. The all thing.

What started as a night where you planned on wallowing your pain and drinking…ended up changing your life.

And no one could convince you that it wasn’t Fate. Because what were the odds that Red Hood would fall through YOUR window after tripping (yeah you didn’t buy that “fighting super-villains thing” at all) ?

What were the odds of his timing being so perfect, arriving just before you started to cry ? Because there was no doubt in your mind that if he had come a few seconds later, he wouldn’t have stayed.

He would have found a crying mess, and maybe he would have tried to confort you but…You wouldn’t have answered. In your “sad phase”, you only cry and whine. He would have eventually left. And the wonderful talk you’d just have, would never have happened.

But instead. He came right before your lips touch that fatal shot of tequila that would have brought you into the “sad phase”. And took your drunkness down a notch. Rerouted your evening.

You weren’t wallowing anymore, you were ranting.

Sharing your anger and frustration.

And he helped you realize that your ex wasn’t that perfect…That maybe it was just not meant to be…After all, he cheated on you.

Uh. What a shame. You didn’t even know his name…”Red Hood”…

You wished you knew his name.

************

The morning lights were rising, and the bottle of tequila was long gone.

There were still salt and lemons though. For some reason, you decided to buy the entire grocery store’s stock of lemons.

Red Hood stood up, and said he had to go.

He was nice about it. Said it was a pleasure to have spend the night with you. You both laughed about the innuendos that ensued.

You were exactly on the same page. And he understood all your joke referencing to pop culture…

But it was time for him to go. And he apparently had no intention of telling you his real name. He didn’t hint either at ever coming back to see you again.

And there was that. Just a nice night, spend talking to a genuine friend that you’ll never see again.

A genuine friend that you didn’t even know a few hours before.

Maybe it was the alcohol speaking. Maybe not.

And even if you ended up never seeing him again, this evening truly changed your life…At least, it saved you from a heartbreak. Made you realize it wasn’t that.

Though, now, as he climbs out of the window again (he couldn’t possibly use the front door), you feel like the actual heartbreak is starting.

Grandma’s remedy against heartbreak ? Right.

Salt, tequila, lemon…

But the tequila is all gone.

“I’ll send someone to fix that window…Sorry again about that. …Bye.” are his last words, and then he’s out.

And the tequila is all gone.

************

…

Days pass by in a blur.

Salt. Tequila. Lemon.

Ugh. But you don’t want to this time. You don’t want to get drunk to forget.

You don’t want to forget him. And you know it’s ridiculous to get that worked up over a guy you met one night and that will never come back. That you didn’t even know the name of.

This entire night was weird anyway.

Getting drunk with a dangerous night vigilante. Pouring your heart out to him, and him doing the same. The hell were you even thinking ?

Salt. Tequila. Lemon.

That would be a good idea to do this right now, because man…your heart hurt. More than when you discovered your ex sleeping with Nicole. From accounting. But you can’t resolve yourself to drink. To forget. Nope. Instead you…

*Knock knock knock*.

Uh ? You take a quick look at your clock in the kitchen.10 pm. Who the hell is coming at 10 pm ?! It can only be bad news. Especially in Gotham…You peep into the eyehole and…

WHAT ?!

You open your door quickly, and…

“Told you I’d send someone to fix your window.”

It’s him. It’s Red hood. But in…civilian clothes.

His ass doesn’t look flat in jeans.

He’s holding a window wrapped in cardboard, and there’s a toolbox at his feet.

“Yeah, you did…come in.”

************

Jason Todd.

That’s his name. And connections are fast to be made in your brain. Jason Todd. Bruce Wayne’s adopted son. That supposedly died…ten years ago.

And is Red Hood now. Oh. It makes sense. Even his little “killing criminals” thing while Batman never killed. You easily put two and two together.

Red Hood. Jason Todd. Bruce Wayne.

Wow. Can’t believe you never guessed that before. Of course Bruce Wayne is Batman. He’s got the motive, the means, the excuses…It’s so obvious. And yet, you never realized. And no one else in Gotham ever realized.

Jason Todd.

Now you know his name.

And he’s fixing your window. Nobody ever fixed windows for you before (even those who broke it).

Um. To add to the “perfect man” list : “Handy”.

Jason Todd.

He quickly works the window up, and then he turns to you. While he was working you talked, as if you knew each other for years. Joking around. Like old friends. Like old extremely good and close friends.

It fits. It clicks. It’s natural. You and him, him and you.

Barely knowing each others, and yet knowing each others the best.

Jason. Todd.

He turns to you now, and with a smirk, he says :

“Ya know, my grandma always say that when something good happens to you, you need to celebrate. And I feel like this, right now, you and I, though I have no idea what we’re doing and where it’s going…Well it’s still something to celebrate. And she always says, my grandma, that to celebrate perfectly you need…”

You smile.

Yeah. You don’t know where this thing between you two is going, but you do know that you never met someone who so fully understood you.

And in such a short span of time. And you know you’re not mistaking. It’s a feeling too strong to be a mistake.

He came back to fix your window for god’s sake. And trusted you enough to tell you his actual name. Without a second thought. Which meant everything. Especially since from all the hint he let slip through last time you saw each others, about his father, well…let’s just say telling people his real name wasn’t really something he was used to.

But it just works. It fits. It clicks. It’s not like with your ex, because you don’t think you know it does. It just does. The fact that you say those next few words in perfect sync finishes to convince you :

(“…And she always says, my grandma, that to celebrate perfectly you need…”)

“Salt, tequila, and lemons.”

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Prompt for yoooou!!! "All that time we were together I was thinking about him" (you can chose the pairing)

(Thanks, dear! I somehow managed not to make this angsty, which I’m proud of xD).

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“All the time we were together, I was thinking about him.”

Harry didn’t dare look up in the silence that followed. They’d been talking about Ginny for what, three sessions now? And Harry had thought about saying those words out loud over and over again, only to swallow them back into the pit of emptiness that was his chest, too ashamed to admit it. Too scared it would become real the moment he voiced it.

“Was this why you were so quiet last week?” Jane asked. “Because you wanted to tell me this, but couldn’t get the words out?”

How did she know him so well? Therapists have superpowers, mate, Ron would’ve said.

His voice shook when he mumbled a strained, “Maybe.” He swallowed. Lying was no use, was it? “…Yeah.”

“What kind of thoughts did you have about him?”

The fact she knew exactly who that ‘him’ referred to without Harry having to say his name upset him. Had he really talked that much about Draco?

“I… I’d tell Ginny about my day, and when she replied, I’d imagine what he would say in her place. I’d think about him while I cooked — about how he’s always saying how much he loves an extra bit of salt on his food. I’d—” He bit his lip. Was he really going to say it? “I’d fantasise about him, too. In… bed.”

And to think he’d started going to therapy because he’d died and come back to life… he felt deeply embarrassed, but the tightness in his chest was already starting to ease as he let out the thoughts he’d been fighting to keep inside.

Merlin, but did he feel weird.

“Do you still think about him now that you’re single?”

Harry raised his head when he realised he was staring at his own fidgety hands. He smiled awkwardly at her. “You know I do.”

She smirked back at him. “I do. I wanted to know if you’d admit it.”

“Yeah, well, that wasn’t easy to say,” he mumbled, trying to lighten the mood. Then he forced his next thought out before he could change his mind. “I should also admit that… that I think I love him. I… I may have for a very long time now. I’m not sure, though.”

“What’s your definition of love?”

Ah, that was the question, wasn’t it? Perhaps if he knew the answer he wouldn’t be so damn lost, but alas, Harry hadn’t exactly had much love in his life. Not even when he’d thought he had.

“I don’t know. If I’m honest, I only called it love because that’s the word everyone uses when they can’t stop thinking about someone else, and about just being with them.” He was fidgeting again, but he couldn’t do anything about it. “I just want Draco by my side, all the time. I adore his sarcastic remarks, and I like it when he talks Quidditch with me, and — Merlin, I even love the way he sneezes, he’s just too cute. And when I’m with him, it’s like… like we walk at the same pace. When I’m with him, I don’t feel like being left alone, which usually happens with everyone else but Ron and Hermione.”

When he looked up again, Jane was smiling, this time in amusement. Harry brought a hand to his hair, sighing. He felt so stupid.

“I think what you’re describing matches the definition of infatuation, Harry. Or as you kids call it nowadays… a crush. There’s nothing wrong with that, of course, but seeing as it’s been going on for so long and it’s making you upset, perhaps it’s time to consider doing something about it.”

A chill passed through Harry, and the only thought he could process was that he did not want to cut Draco from his life. Under no circumstances.

“Do you mean that as in…”

“I mean it as in doing something you haven’t tried before. Like telling a friend how you feel, or perhaps, if you think it’s safe, telling him how you feel. Do you trust him enough to do that? Do you think he’d be understanding about it?”

“I—” Harry stuttered. “I mean, we’re friends. More or less. But I don’t think I can do it.” Or could he? Fuck, the mere idea was unravelling a sea of hypothetical scenarios in his mind, and each one was crazier than the last. But there was just too much between them. And how would he even explain? How could he tell Draco he’d been fantasising about him while dating Ginny? What if he ruined their friendship?

What if… what if Draco liked him too?

Feeling brave, he closed his fists to keep his fingers still and said the words that were blooming inside him, powerful and thrilling. “Or… you know what? Perhaps I can try.”

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Ghost

Clint x reader

8 - "isn't this view beautiful? It takes my breath away, well it would if I had any"

18 - "we're dead I don't think we have very much to worry about anymore"

This is for @the--sad--hatter hatterween writing party! :)

Warnings: mini anxiety attack, ghosts, bodies, references to death also mention of throwing up, none of its graphic though

Just a routine mission they said.

You and Clint approached the old warehouse where an arms deal was meant to be going down.

You'll be in and out before you know it.

You made your way through the back entrance and hid behind some conveniently placed boxes whilst listening to the trade go down.

It wont take that long you guys are pros.

Suddenly one of the so called 'pros' sneezed loudly causing an echo throughout the building and the gang of thugs to turn to where you were hiding.

You were going to murder Clint.

Suddenly there was a loud bang as the boxes you were both hiding behind were blown away, before you could even grab your gun you were out like a light.

You woke up to an empty warehouse with Clint standing by the broken window, he looked almost translucent in the morning sunlight, you must have been out all night.

But something didnt add up, the bad guys were gone and for what you could see you were both perfectly fine, not a scratch on either of you.

"Isn't the view beautiful, it takes my breath away, well it would if I had any" Clint joked as he turned to you.

The ware house was on top of a hill over looking the ocean and you had to admit if it wasnt being used as a gang meetup it would be very nice to live here and-

"What did you just say?"

"And they call me the deaf one! Views nice"

"No I mean about the breath bit? If you had any?"

"Oh, you haven't noticed?" He nodded to the floor where you had woken up from behind you.

You turned around to see two bodies, but not just any bodies.

Yours and Clint's.

You found yourself gasping for air which was ironic as you were definitely dead and not only did you find out that ghosts exists but they can also have anxiety attacks.

Clint ran over to you, placing his hands on your arms to steady you.

"Hey its ok-"

"How?! How is this ok?! Were dead! In a warehouse! Nobody knows!..."

"Nick knows" he interjected.

"But how long will it take for him to get us?! To notice we're in trouble?! Are we stuck here forever?!"

"Well it's not so bad... come look at the view"

"I DONT WANT TO LOOK AT THE VIEW!"

"Hey just, quit stressing ok theres no point right now..."

You started to laugh manically.

"You're right, were dead now so I suppose we dont have very much to worry about anymore! We've got all the time in the world!" You stopped laughing and put your head against his shoulders as he held you in his arms, rubbing your shoulders to soothe you.

"I'll never even find out who won the Great British Bake Off" you murmured into his chest.

"Who cares it's all a scam anyway"

"You're only saying that because they wouldnt let you judge, or 'hang out and try free samples as a sign of unity between the uk and the avengers'"

"Yeah! Because the cake is a lie! They couldnt have me judge because I'd out them! And the second message was Fury's idea"

"Oh I'm sure" you narrowed you eyes and nodded your head along teasingly.

"Its true! He sent an email saying he would be busy all day with meeting so we shouldn't disturb him, I finished my paperwork and went up to his office to hand it to him only to find him screaming at the tv because one of the contestants added salt instead of sugar by mistake! He made me promise not to tell or he'd kill me but... he might be a little late for that..." you both started to laugh.

You found out that you could pretty much go wherever you wanted as ghosts, you didn't even get that tired.

You sat down under the trees in the park, for once your hayfever wasn't acting up so you could enjoy the ambiance for everything.

You just sat there cuddled with Clint, your head on his shoulders, watching the world around you.

If this was how you had to spend forever maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

Suddenly your vision shifted and you went really dizzy.

You woke up again in the med bay of the quinjet.

A strange man with a red cloak was peering over you.

"They're back" he managed to say to someone.

You couldn't tell who though as you leaned over and threw up all over him.

"Yeah, that's a common side effect, here have some water" the man stated handing you a glass.

The man was called Dr Strange and he explained about how a wizard had used a spell to shoot your souls out of your bodies, Strange had noticed your souls were wandering around town and contacted the avengers, who then found your bodies and a simple soul reversal spell put you back where you came from.

"So... we're not dead?" Clint spoke up looking slightly dazed from it all.

"You're very much alive" Strange replied.

"Thanks for getting us back and uh sorry for throwing up on you" you spoke up timidly.

"Its ok this happens more than you'd think" And with that he smiled at you both before leaving.

You smiled to yourself slightly.

"What?" Asked Clint bemused.

"You think I could get some time off if I threatened Fury that I'd tell everyone his little secret?"

"I think he'd kill you" Clint laughed.

"Well then I'd just haunt him" you laughed along with him.

Being a ghost was fine.

But feeling your heart beating? The heat in your face as you laughed along with Clint? The joy of everything.

Being a ghost was fine.

But being alive was so much better.

Masterlist

A/N: sorry that I havent posted in ages I've been abit ill and my minds kind of been everywhere, still is abit so sorry if this is messy lol

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This is a fleeting post bc im busy as hell, the school year is quickly coming to and end and I still dont know how to come to terms with parting with my tc or saying goodbye but its fine

ANYWAY this has been on my mind

Last week I was answering questions in class or whatever and I kept getting them wrong. I was making stupid mistakes basically. He knows that its not a reflection of my ability, hes literally joked with me about getting questions wrong before which is way out of his character. I just wasnt on top of my game that day but he got quite pissed off at me. He said something like “it was part of your homework to revise this topic idk why you didnt just do it” but the thing is ive had a french oral exam, irish oral exam AND a music practical exam all in the last week, each of which has brought its own dramas and difficulties if you will. It was a lot to deal with and I didnt really have time to revise and it wouldnt have been a stretch for him to understand that seeing as every student was in the same boat.

But naturally, I felt really shitty seeing as someone I really fucking like got pissed at me but to make everything worse another girl (whos really sporty and guess what he LOVES sport. Im not involved in sport which poses more problems than you would think in a sport orientated school) answered questions wrong and he was like “have more confidence in yourself” or some bs like that. I got kind of upset and felt hurt (which is stupid i know) but managed to keep it to myself. Then he asked me another Q and I got pretty much every part wrong again and I was visibly quite bothered. I kept my head down, usually I look up at him and engage through body language or whatever but I felt like I was on the verge of a panic attack (first one I would have had in a while) so I was solely focused on preventing that from happening. Luckily it didnt happen but he just kept probing me with questions while I was quite clearly upset. He didnt dismiss me or anything he just rubbed more salt in the wound. And he knew what he was doing, I felt him staring me down as he did this and it made me feel horrible. I had tears in my eyes for the rest of the class and he just didnt bat an eyelid.

The reason why I find this really insulting and hurtful is because I dealt with mental health issues a few years ago when I was much younger. I have since overcome those problems and I’m a completely different person. I’m more confident, motivated, equipped to deal with shit, etc. But he was present for said mental health issues a few years ago. He knows and he remembers how bad I was. I struggled with anxiety and he knew that. He knew I was fucking bothered but he didnt stop. He didnt even say anything to me about it since. I briefly spoke to him on a few occasions over the last week if I was missing his classes due to oral/practical exams and he was really nice and supportive and wished me good luck and all that. I just still wonder why he pushed me too far that day. A few of my friends are in his other class and theyve gotten upset before and he didnt push it, he just left them. Why didnt I get the same treatment? Was he just having a bad day or was it some weird power/dominance thing? Idk but it makes me feel weird. Sorry for the big long spiel, congrats if you read all of it lol

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heabidethfaithful · 5 years

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I decided to write here again, because I havent been journaling. Carrying around a notebook seems burdensome whenever I feel like writing and I dont bring it, and when I bring it I dont feel like writing. So I guess ill have no excuse for an online journal haha! So... oh ya, I blocked all my previous followers cos I want to make this private already. I think there are some things even my closest confidant do not need to see. Also, I dont want him to have the responsibility to always attend to me, because that will make me rely on him too much. I suppose this space will force me to remember and turn to God, which is what it should be... so here goes. I can't seem to know how to make my entire Tumblr private again. I can't find the option. If anyone sees this page, can let me know and help? Thank you. somehow I “post privately” but I can't seem to view it on my page, only drafts and I never touch drafts.

Well hi God, I'm watching show as I type this. LOL. anyway, sigh ive been feeling down. I feel sad thinking that Darren’s fam doesn't like me. But maybe its just in my head. I should not over think. Today I also feel sad because a seller sold an item I wanted. I knew I wouldnt be able to afford it, but I never got a reply on my enquiry. She finally replied in a very deadpan manner, with a statement that offended me. Honestly, I dont mind if I dont get the item, usually I let it go, and I usually congratulate the seller on the sale. But I expected a standard “Oh I'm sorry, I didn't reply, and I sold it” kind of reply. then I replied in a way I thought was fair, and politely. In fact, I thought I should receive an apology, even though I didn't ask for it. the end result? I got blocked!? WHAT? does she hate me? and if she does, WHY? is it because I didn't complete my deal with another dealer and he told her? Did she judge me and never gave me a chance? In my self doubt, and fear, I consulted another seller. Okay Lord, you know la to be honest I just wanted someone to be on my side. I felt like angry that I was treated this way and I guess I wanted someone to be against her too. Anyway, turns out, to my surprise, she thought that MY message was slightly offensive. I dont know how?? Lord, I feel so like WHATONEARTH.... I mean, okay - Maybe I overthink too much at times.... did I read the original seller’s message wrong? because I fully believe that I think you know... its not like I see something and try to think of it in the worst possible light. How come, I’m always wrong? How come I’m wrong when I’m expressing my view and not even blaming? I feel like I'm always wrong. wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong and its no one’s fault but mine. WHY? how come I see one thing and everyone else sees a different thing?????? its so frustrating. Do I just have alot of insight or alot of wrong insight??????? sigh Lah lord. its making me start to feel alone and that everyone is against me. Another part of me thinks, no no one is against me, but I’m just screwed up. None are good. both are bad. sigh. okay I shall attempt some method to find verses haha:

Let love and faithfulness (Jesus) never leave you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart. Then you will win favor and a good name in the sight of God and man.Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding;in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight. (proverbs 3:4-6)

I guess I must always remember that jesus is with me so I have favor and a good repute amongst sellers. I guess I must always see that other have love and are committed, and that they are good, so that they are encouraged by me, and I will also have favor and a good repute with them. I will also trust in jesus (that he is working in me and that he's working all things together for my good), and do not rely on my own thoughts and logic or sight. Also, to submit (listen to what he says and follow it, not listen to my own thoughts), and doing so he will make my path straight (things will be smooth.)

This is what the LORD says: "Cursed is the one who trusts in man, who draws strength from mere flesh and whose heart turns away from the LORD. He will be like a shrub in the desert; he will not see when prosperity comes. He will dwell in the parched places of the desert, in a salt land where no one lives. But blessed is the man who trusts in the LORD, whose confidence is Him. He will be like a tree planted by the waters that sends out its roots toward the stream. It does not fear when the heat comes, and its leaves are always green. It will not worry in a year of drought or cease to produce fruit.

I guess I must also not trust in man, to give me a good image or a bad image. They have good in them, but they have own things to deal with. As I will not be able to see when good comes if I'm always basing my expectation on them or their behaviours or their interpretation of mine! I will trust in the lord, for my relationships, finance, business, reputation. Then I will see it when good comes. Eg. I blame Darren that he didn't tell his family I got snacks for them, but I put it on him that he didn't help me have a favourable image in their eyes. I should quit depending on him and just look to jesus.., sigh. Oh well, thank u lord. Remind me when I forget. I still feel moody though., I think I'm physically tired... I think I feel condemned for not doing work today...I feel worried about my crisis module tomorrow...I feel like ugly from my pimples.... I feel less pretty than I was in the past... I feel unsuccessful in my business (and havent replied messages for over a week)... I feel worried that the seller who sold me the broken items would not want to refund me a portion of the amount.

Lord, you refresh me and give me the ability to sleep early today..its okay to take weekends off..I will still do well...I will do well in my crisis module...My overall score for crisis module will still be A+...My pimples will be gone with sleep...my pimples will not return...I am prettier in my own sight and other’s...I am successful and I shall be led by peace and not fear...I will be refunded more than I expect...it is a good night Lord.. thanks for helping me.. I guess no one could really fulfill all of the above... alls well with you. Thanks jesus. May your word fulfill its purpose.

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You should write like... A mythical creature au, ship/characters of your choice :> Those are really fun to read imo

Thank you so much for the prompt, I had so much fun with this :D

First I thought Werewolfes, but I knew yours was perfect already, then vampires, then I thought the Lorelay of my country, but then I decided on Sirens, the lore not so explanation-heavy. And Pirate!Olivier, like that wouldnt be cool ;)

Watch out, because themes are a bit suggestive, but I wouldnt say too much.

I hope you have fun!

"Ok Gentleman, under deck withyou, we`re nearing Sirens Rock!"

Those words were billowed by a smallblonde, looking even smaller with all the tall men around her, most of themeasily a head taller than her and all of them at least twice as wide. With hasteall of them heeded her command. Under deck she went with them, the procedureplanned and clear to everybody. All of the men put wax in their ears, evenHastings, who was missing most of them. Weapons were discarded at the door,each and every single one, which took its time. They weren`t the most feared pirateship on the sea for nothing after all. A few of the men were making the rounds,binding fast their comrades to everything they could find, binding their handsand feet too, just to be safe. Her first mate Miles made a last round, checkingif everybody had sealed their ears properly and how tight the knots were. Hepulled a dagger out of Henschel’s boot and threw it on the pile of weapons.

"Captain, do you really thinkthis is a good idea?"

Her crew was a wild mash-up ofpeople anyways, pirates tended to be, but he was really something else. She`d stillbeen with her family then, had visited a trading post in the by the gulf ofBengali. The smells and colours had fascinated her, as did the people and when she`dsneaked away donning their ship-boy’s pants and jacket, he`d caught her behinda dive. She`d maybe been followed by an angry bartender and just maybe he`dhelped her out of this particular tight spot. When her, then small, crew hadraided a slavers ship ten years later, his red eyes had reminded her of helpedreceived so long ago. Repaid with freedom he thought the scales to not be evenand followed her on her journey, the goal of it not even known to her.

She shook her head at him.

"Of course not, but I want tofind out where to go. And that`s the only idea I have for finding it out."

Legs and hands bound, the rest ofhis body strung to a beam of her ship, he shook her head.

"I need to tell you about howwe help people in my homeland with finding out what they really want. No meet-upswith dangerous creatures there."

Wax was rolled to little balls inbetween her fingers and she chided him before stuffing it into his earsunceremoniously.

"Don`t be a pussy, Miles!"

She clapped him on the shoulder andleft the deck, followed by all the eyes her crew had to offer. A number noteven. The door she looked behind her, praying silently to the goddess of thesea, to not drown them now, when they were without chance of putting up a fightfor their lives. On deck again she could already see the fog surrounding SirensRock. She`d sought counsel, had talked to everybody that knew something and waswilling, or unwilling, to talk to her. Knew that your ship could not be rippedopen on the rocks, if it wasn’t the sirens song that drew you near them. Thebeast wouldn’t all be female too, they`d informed her, only if that was whatshe desired. One who`d waggled his eyebrows while saying that, she had her menthrow into the open sea. It was rumoured that she left for a wild life becauseof that, but it that would`ve been the case, she wouldn’t have gone andsearched for the sirens.

When the fog consumed her, shorteningher sight to a hand span, she couldn’t supress a shiver. The rope against herankle, placed there by herself, its other end wound around the mast, itched.The thickest of the fog clearing, she looked over the railing, into the sea.Just to be greeted by her own reflection.

Her hair had always been long andwhile she`d cut it initially, to get on board of a ship in disguise, it had grownback over the years. Blonde and curly, textured like the waves they weresailing on, the salty air doing her hair how it wanted to. Her tricorn satfirmly on her head, the deep blue bandana beneath it almost seeming as a partof the sea. Memories of the day she mutinied pressed to the forefront of hermind, when her captain had found out, after two whole years as his first mate, thatshe was a women. She`d won the sabre duel, the dirty trick she`d used securingthe faith of the crew. The Briggs had been hers after that, the strong shipafter years her home. Many men stayed, some died, some joined her crew. Herwhite shirt was as clean as possible while being away from the mainland andfelt stiff with salt, her red jacket the same, the lapels well-worn but impressive.She could see the scar on her chin and the hint of fear in her eyes.

The song she heard made her forgetthe fear.

The tune was beautiful, in time withthe waves crashing against the rock and accented by the wind blowing along thecliffs. It was a song of yearning, the yearning for nothing in particular andeverything at once. The voice sang of loss and hope and love, just as much asit sang of wealth and treasure and adventure.

She should’ve known.

There was no goal for her, no bigthing to turn to, like so many others had. And right now, with the sirens tunein her ear, that was fine. She`d not have to become Grand Admiral like thatpesky black-haired colony-boy. Did not have to show up her father by becomingthe most wretched pirate in the Caribbean. The most feared, yes, but not themost wretched. She`d not have to do anything, could just be, go where shewanted on a whim. Could just throw herself into the water, saving herself thehassle…

The rope tightened around her ankleand she came to her senses again.

No big goal she could live with, helife was fun as it was. But no with throwing herself to the wolves, well, Sirens.Looking up, set on throwing the fish-things a smug grin, she was taken abackfor a moment. She`d always just presumed that Sirens were female, with a fishes-tailinstead of legs and shells over their boobs. That’s how they were depicted inbooks at least.

It was funny when he started to singof himself.

The fishes-tail thing was true, butthat specimen was surely not female. He was buffer than her buffest crewmember, would probably be very tall, if he were in the possession of legs. Hishair was long and black and flowing, at least here abhorring to the Siren-stereotypes.And funnily enough, there was a shell over his left nipple, deep blue like hisscaly tail. He blushed when she let her mind wander, basically singing what shewas thinking.

Smiling at him widely, wolfishlyMiles would say, she watched his blush deepen. But there was no helping it. Thewaters weren’t safe, she would not endanger her crew. Turning, she felt thewinds pick up suddenly, the man obscured from her view now, hidden behind thickfog. The ship moved away from the rocks and she knew what happened to the Sirennow, according to the old folk’s tales.

When a Siren could not lure you in, destroyingyour ship on its cliffs, it had to die. Most commonly people told, by throwing themselvesin the sea to drown. Ever since she was little, Olivier had wondered how acreature part human and part fish, could drown. She`d pestered her father withthis question often, who`d told her of Sirens first, claiming to have seenthose on his many journeys once. He`d shrugged, smiling cheekily at her,tucking her in and telling her not to believe everything old folks said.

When she heard a splash, she thoughtfor a second that he`d been wrong, that sometimes the tales told were simplytrue. Freeing her ankle from the rope, she went to the railing once more, just toindulge before freeing her men. Harshly pulled out of her reverie, by someoneknocking on the side of the ship, she looked down. The word dying was used toliberally in her opinion anyways, she thought.

"Permission to come on board?"

The man was clinging to her ship, smilingup at her. A little bit embarrassed and a little desperate too. She threw downa corded ladder and watched him climb up to her ship. Apparently dying meantdying as a Siren, but not entirely. Especially seeing as he now had a nice setof legs. They trembled, little used, when he stood on her deck sheepishly,covering himself with one hand, blushing furiously.

She sighed.

“This will be so hard to explain.”

Extra thoughts for the end:

Captain Olivier marrying Mustang and Hawkeye during a heated battle on her ship. Telling Hawkeye every five seconds that she could`ve done better.

Buccaneer super weird in every human settlement, not knowing the rules of human interaction.

“You have a Siren on board?!” The people always looking at Olivier while asking, but the crew silently pointing at Buccaneer.

“The Siren sleeps in your rooms? Why not kiss a mermaid?” Karley from the off “That was one time!”

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topicprinter · 5 years

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A couple months ago I asked for growth advices on this sub, it highly motivated me to discuss with people offering neutral feedbacks and advices as it wasn’t based on dogmatic and pre-formated models.Know I want to talk something that I think will benefits beginners entrepreneurs.Grab a cup of coffee and make yourself confortable, this one may ended to be a long thread ;-)Most of time we tend to talk about strategy, partnerships, sales etc, but what we tend to ignore or at least very few time express, is the entrepreneurship hard parts.I started to work on something that I until recently called my « project » almost four years ago.It all started with an idea and three people willing to work together.Unfortunately it didn’t goes according to the plan and we had to separate, I’ll not goes into details here as you can easily find the related topic where I explained that in great length.All in all, I kept contact with one of the three people we were back then and which is a close friend of me.From time to time we continued to talk about this project and to work on it separately as we followed our own careers path each other.Few months from now while hanging at a bar we decided that those years to sparely work on this project and the experiences we gained through our careers gives us maturity and a stronger basement to jump into the adventure for real.So, all in all, what changed since back then?I started to wake up at 4 O’clock in the morning a little bit more than a year and a half ago (Back in the army/early career situation \o/) and to embrace long and hard day of work.I cleaned up everything that cluttered my days and productivity such as way too regular laziness and procrastination.Don’t make me wrong here, procrastinating is good for entrepreneurs, it’s a great time where you’ll be able to think of you business, imagine and create new things or just evade a bit, but I was way too much procrastinating through my days and really spend precious hours.Regarding my 4 O’clock routine, I wont lie, it hurt, especially at the beginning when you took a nasty habit to wake up at 9 or 10 in the morning.But yet it’s rewarding in a magnitude that I wouldn’t have believed if not tested myself.First of all, it give you times, and that’s is the most precious thing that you could earn.Usually as soon as the alarm ring, I power on full light, it force you to immediately jump out of the bed. Once I’m up, I take the first 30 mins to read the news that are interesting for my business or useful to build it, to read my mails and answer those who don’t need an extensive response. That first 30 mins help me to light up my brain.Then I take a shower, it’s really important as it warm up your body and wash all remaining bit of sleepery.At this point it’s usually 5 in the morning, I grab my stuff and head to the office.As I got 30 mins of daily commute, as I’m lucky to live in a place with public transport services I can take advantage of that time to work on articles or documents that I wrote in order to sustain my business.5’30 I arrive at the office, and here is an important thing to know:As my business is in its early stage, I still have a regular job that hopefully I love, with a supportive employer which allow me to work on my own business at the office, until I don’t use our company intellectual properties or assets in order to build a concurrent company, and that I’m fully committed to my day job from 10 to 5 in the afternoon.As I’m not working on the same business that my employer we got a deal that let me 4 hours and a half to work on my product.So, during this time, I usually work on two aspects, the product development itself, and the business development. Usually I start working on the development part of things as the news and my commute gave me some ideas or answers to fast forward on issues that I’m stuck with from the previous day. Then I switch over to the business part of things as soon as I’m stuck with tedicious problems that would require me more than an hour to debug.As soon as 10’ is ringing and that my colleagues arrive, I immediately stop working on my business and fully jump on my regular job tasks and meetings until 5’ in the afternoon where I usually grab my bag and get back home.As on the morning, I use my commute time to look for information regarding the problems that I faced or questions that I’ve got regarding the business. That also usually the time where I’m syncing with my associate in order to avoid working on the same thing and be able to help him on its topics from a fresh eye perspective and he do the same on my problems too.Once arrived at home I immediately switch off all electronic devices (Except if I’m on my job on call night watch) and slow back down by cleaning the appartement, throwing garbage and cooking a bit. Once all of that is done I take a shower and head to bed with a book. At this point in time it’s usually 8’30, reading for 30’ usually gave me enough time to goes asleep for 9’ in the evening.All in all, the hard thing about such routine is to force yourself out of the bed, be strict about it and stick to the planning.As I don’t want to burnout of that routine I exclusively apply it from monday morning to friday morning and keep all my weekend free and available for social interactions with friends and family.I also give me room once in a month to get a drink or diner with my fellows at work as some are friends and that I do my best to get my business out of the road in my regular job context and don’t ostracize myself from our company culture which is really positive and warm.Sooooo, is such routine hard? Yes, it is, especially after that much time having another completely different one. Especially when you’ll have to be strict about your lifestyle and schedule in order to don’t mess with your health.Is that routine dangerous? I will not give you bullshit here. It absolutely can be if you’re not strict about your sleep time and don’t get an healthy life.I guarantee you’ll get in trouble in a month if you mess up.You’ll gain weight like never before, start to be depressed and I don’t even talked about health incident that you can trigger, so don’t mess up the your sleep and stop eating dirty and fast food. Don’t put too many salt/fat and extras within your dish. Stop drinking anything else than water or coffee/the, especially avoid alcohol and all soda or sugar full drinks.But is that routine rewarding? Oh boy! Definitely ! In an order of magnitude!Not only will you gain tremendous amount of times to achieve things, but you’ll gain peace of mind and find yourself more relaxed.Only few people are awake at that time. You’ll gain a less noisy environment, less crowded public transportation, roads and coffee shops :-) You won’t be in a hurry anymore and so less stressed by insignificant fear to miss an appointment or arrive late at work.One more thing to add, don’t use that routine because your ears about it in some random motivational videos. Do it on purpose. Do it because you need time to achieve something and feel that having a regular 9 to midnight life isn’t satisfying in regards of what you want to achieve. But don’t do it because it’s trendy.If you’re fine we your current schedule and lifestyle that’s fine. It’s perfectly fine to be a 9’ O’clock person and that won’t decide whether or not you’ll be able to build something important or have success in your life/career.However, if you feel you running out of time and always find yourself saying that you don’t get enough time to do things, I feel it’s worthy to try it for real and to for yourself to be committed on it.I hope this post will give you some appropriate answers and a good insight about this time management method.

#/r/entrepreneur #reddit

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legos-lass · 7 years

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@astrolindsey u dont have to read all of this youre my fiance and ik you love me already

1. Favorite (Reprise)

honestly part of your old (reprise) from the little mermaid (alan menken) just THOSE HIGH NOTES MMM. i love theres a fine fine line (reprise) from avenue q cuz its adorable but it is like two lines so.

2. already answered

3. If you could go back in time to see a certain production, which one would it be?

AMERICAN IDIOT WHEN BILLIE WAS ST. JIMMY. NO EXPLANATION NEEDED.

4. Who should write a musical?

i would watch the shit out of an existentialist comedic musical written by bo burnham. hes so hilarious and his songs are so catchy sjiowehefhe.

5. The routine you recreate when home alone:

every. part. of. one. day. more. from. les. mis. simultaneously.my bio used to be something like “my main hobby is recreating all eight parts of one day more by myself” and it is still true. but also hello! from bom but it fails miserably because i try to act out all the parts oof ouch.

6. A duet you’d love to perform and with whom.

if you were gay from avenue q with me as rod and john tartaglia as nicky. now hear me out ik john is supposed to be rod and rick lyon is supposed to be nicky but 1. rod is like My Role™ and as much as i also love rick, john was my fave member of the obc and ik he can do different voices well so...yeah hes gonna be nicky now so i can sing with him.

7. A musical everyone can learn from.

here we go again but avenue q. wowie zowie i like went through a midlife crisis the first time i listened to it but for now actually? changed? my? life? and everyones a little bit racist i mean cmon read my bio. theres so much about it that is so useful even if it seems a bit pessimistic. also elder price from bom learning to use his mission to actually help others and not just to be treated really well if heaven is some good shit but avenue q wins cuz i wasnt religious to begin with.

8. already answered

9. Favorite person to play (insert role)

okay well im gonna fill this in myself and say elder price and say MY BOY THE ETERNALLY PERFECT NIC ROULEAU I CANT BELIEVE I GOT TO SEE HIM ON BROADWAY AND MEET HIM!!!

10. Best digital #ham4ham

uhhhh well like i said in my last post i dont like hamilton really so i have no idea what this means sorry

11. Make up a name and the ingredients for a Waitress pie.

okay well ive only just started listening to waitress and im not nearly as creative with names (or passive aggressive with them) as jenna but uh i really like chocolate pie but ive never seen a nutella one so. yeah that sounds delicious. the name would be something about remington leith idk.

12. already answered

theres no 13 i guess cuz it is unlucky lmao

14. Express your love for the orchestras!

*inhales* GOD THE ORCHESTRA JUST MAKES THE MUSICAL. GO LISTEN TO ANY SONG FROM LES MIS AND TRY NOT TO GET CHILLS FROM THE INSTRUMENTALS I DARE YOU.

15. Favorite musical written by (insert composer, lyricist)

well lynz youre a FOOL and didnt send me a composer or lyricist so im just gonna reiterate that i love les mis it has been my favorite musical for so many years and i cant believe that my friend ryan saw it on broadway and i didnt.

16. Which part (or parts) do you sing in One Day More?

but especially my love eponine

17. A line that never fails to make you laugh.

runs to get my official avenue q script that i spent $20 on to make sure i get the line perfectly right

rod: well--i have this friend--

christmas eve: nicky?

r: no no--another friend. and i think he has a very big problem. i think--ithink my friend is (whispers) gay

ce: what wrong with that? you know rod. gay people make major contribution ro art and philosophy and literature for many hundreds of years now

r: but my friend isnt an artist--hes a republican. and an investment banker.

ce: ew. well tell him to stay in closet then. he good for nothing.

r: (a moment) ...well okay! great! thanks for the advice!

ce: yeah i wouldnt want a friend like that!

r: thanks again!

ce: bye now (she goes inside)

rod: bye bye! (beat. to the audience) ...shit.

18. An upcoming production you’re excited for.

DEAR EVAN HANSEN US TOUR

19. Do you have any funny misheard lyrics from a showtune?

yknow im sure i do but i cannot think of any right now...all i can think of is i used to think (on my own) “the trees are full of starlight” was “the tree’s are fluff’s delight” i have no idea what that means but it made sense to my young mind

20. A musical you would NEVER see with your parents.

avenue q. hahahahahahaha no puppet sex with rebecca and michael. but lets be honest my mum wants to go back to the city to see it off broadway since only i got to see it and if shes gonna buy me a ticket im totally seeing it again idc.

21. Musicals can introduce you to new cultures, interests, fancy words and so on. Name 3 things you’ve learned form musicals.

bom: literally everything i know about the church of jesus christ of latter day saints is from this musical except for polyamory and salt lake city.

hamilton: alexander was NOT a president. i really dont care about us history whoops

les mis: I Learned Im Not Straight Because Of Samantha Barks

22. Favorite OBC.

avenue q mmmmm love u john tartaglia

23. Cast recording you know by heart.

les mis movie sountrack i literally have like 98% of this musical memorized

24. Cast recording for a long car ride.

grease (movie soundtrack) is a bop and my whole family likes it *fingerguns*

25. Favorite Miscast performance.

i havent listened to too many and ik this one doesnt really count but idc cuz i love it. nic rouleau singing go the distance from hercules is my sexuality.

26. already answered

27. Showtune of the day:

im gonna go with two by two from bom cuz im listening to it right now and suidfuesrf it just kills me -the fucking chicken waddling walk ass choreography -WE ARE THE ARMY OF THE CHURCH OF JESUS CHRIST oflatterdaysaints -ORLANDOOOOO I LOVE YA ORLANDOOOO -PUTT putt golfINGGGGG -arnold: thats me thats me hello. kevin: oh. hi! in the most fucking “:)” voice ever

28. Who would play you in a musical about your life?

i would hope samantha barks (les mis 25th anniversary and movie eponine) cuz we have similar ranges and shes so beautiful and she is my Favorite Theatre Actress

29. Who would play your best friend in a musical about your life?

im gonna go with dana steingold (ave q current kate/lucy) really for no other reason than shes adorable and has a versatile voice and seems really sweet. i feel like we would be friends in real life.

30. Who would play your romantic interest in a musical about your life?

honestly like maybe ben durocher (ave q current princeton/rod)? idk he just has a voice that i love and looks adorable in his glasses

31. already answered

32. Describe yourself with 3 musical theatre characters.

eponine from les mis (what a surprise), kate monster from avenue q, sophie from mamma mia

33. A character that inspires you to be better. (does la la land count? im counting it) mia from la la land cuz she has a similar personality to me but less Anxiety which ends up helping her achieve her dream. i want to be like that

34. A showtune that always puts you in a good mood. bend and snap from legally blonde idk it’s just so fun and makes me feel confident it is nice

35. A showtune that makes you feel melancholic. there are worse things i could do from grease

36. Best showstopper. i believe from bom oh my gosh when i heard nic rouleau sing it live for the first time i had GOOSEBUMPS and it has just the right amount of humor to bootedit: OH JUST KIDDING LOVE U BOM BUT DEFINITELY BEING ALIVE FROM COMPANY OH Y GOD. I CANT CHOOSE BETWEEN NEIL PATRICK HARRISS’ VERSION AND RAUL ESPARZA’S THEY BOTH GIVE ME SHIVERS

37. A place you consider to be your Santa Fe. this must be from a musical i havent seen? idk well it looks really beautiful and not very busy so i guess...oakland? it feels like home to me

38. The name of the prettiest theater you’ve been to. eugene o’neill theatre (bom on broadway) was lovely. i had standing room only tickets so i didnt really get to experience it cuz i was stuck in the back under the mezzanine (still great view though) but i looked around a bit during intermission and the was very royal looking and they had a nice bar area upstairs with CHAIRS I COULD USE

39. The most intense scene from a musical. mmm thats tough. from the little ive seen of moulin rouge so far the tango de roxanne part looks really crazy. so is the cell block tango from chicago. or honestly a LOT of american idiot...i love how badass letterbomb is

40. A great cover of a showtune: i really love this male cover of maybe this time from cabaret (i found this thanks to hetalia 2p!america fanart lmao)

41. Put your phone on suffle and write the first 2 showtunes that appear. 1. master of the house from les mis (10th anniversary)2. mamma mia from mamma mia (original cast)

42. Best design of a Playbill. i love effective minimalism so once

#hope youre happy lynz but this was actually really fun #watchmeliveandstuff

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DD: hello is anybody maybe around here right now

ID: kiiinda.

DD: kinda what does kinda mean

DD: i mean i also feel like that is kinda here but i am hoping that is not for the same reason that you feel kinda here because it is on account of feeling pretty awful and i wouldn't want you to feel pretty awful

ID: kinda as in i'm in the trap. so not really glued to my mobile.

ID: also that sucks. are you like. sick? maybe there's a virus going around.

SA: Pheres was also sick... it would be bad if there was a bug, it could have been at Cascara. But I don't remember seeing Dazzle there

SA: I hope you feel better soon.

DD: oh dear i did not mean to contact you while you were

DD: indisposed??

DD: and i have no idea if i am ill with a landdweller disease of some sort or if i am just unsuited to the desert DD: i am probably going to die or something but i am not sure i care very much anymore

DD: but i appreciate the well wishes!!

ID: it's fine, i gotta get my carcass out of the water anyway- uh. wow. mm.

ID: can you just... be. not in the desert if it sucks that much...?

OA: aW, WHAT'S A GUPPY DOING IN THE GODDAMN DESERt? :o(

DD: i dont think so i mean not really i mean DD: i am here because i am working with the station for tech development and beta testing and also i am supposed to be somewhere far away from where i was before so that the people who were trying to kill me wouldnt be able to find me so its kind of a twofer

SA: I doubt that, dazzle. Perhaps a doctor would be of use. 😃

DD: and everything hurts and i want my moirail except he is not even my moirail anymore because of the whole i am not around and the murder attempt and all that and there is no water and no fish in this desert and i couldnt even get some orange juice like you said pri because the lady selling it says she doesnt serve seadwellers except she used a much meaner word and everything is awful and

DD: sorry i should not be posting

AC: ..yes a d0ct0r s0unds l1ke a g00d 1dea als0 1f y0ure a seadweller 1n the desert d1d y0u remember t0 keep y0ur g1lls wet?? because thats,, pretty 1mp0rtant actually AC: and 1m s0rry ab0ut the rest 0f that but 1 th1nk thats g0nna get better 1f y0u take care 0f the f1rst th1ng pr0bably def1n1tely

OA: nAH, COUSIN, CHILL YOUR ROLL. AIN'T NO NEED TO GO AND FRAZZLe. OA: yOU GOT ALL THE RIGHTS TO VENT YOUR SPLEEN, FROM BLOOD AND BONE. WHAT A FUCKING wretch. OA: yOU TRIED LAYING YOURSELF FLAT IN A TUB? WE GOT PLENTY OF BRINE ON LAND, BUT THAT WON'T DO SHIT IF YOUR GILLS ROT OFf.

AC: yes l1ke 0a sa1d g0 d0 that 0r g0 1nhale there are als0 patches f0r th1s but 1 d0ubt y0u can get th0se 1f y0u c0uldnt get 0range ju1ce

DD: i have been trying but the water here is different and makes my gills sting and i ordered this little package of blocks you can dissolve in water to make it more akin to saltwater in terms of salt and other mineral content but it is not DD: here yet and i am not sure how long drone delivery takes on land i thought it would be here already

AC: ..th1s 1s g0nna s0und dumb but cant y0u just put salt 1n 1t f0r the t1me be1ng

ID: i mean. throw your hue around a little to the delivery company. that'll get it faster.

DD: (also im afraid i am not sure where to find a doctor but i suspect that is me wallowing because it seems like a difficult tast but so does getting up at all at the moment)

OA: yOU AT A STATION? WHY NOT JUST ASK SOME CHUCKLEHEAD UP TOP TO FETCH IT FOR YOu? OA: sURE AS NAUGHT, YOU AIN'T THE ONLY SOVEREIGN ON BASE, YEAH? EVERY BLUE'S KNOWN SOME CLOWN WITH FRILLs.

AC: r1ght here actually 0r maybe 1n p0rt m1na but 1 have n0 1dea where 1n the desert y0u are 0r even 1n wh1ch 0ne

DD: oh i am not at the station at this very moment unfortunately but yes there is one other seadweller there the general and i kind of wanted to ask them for help but i think they think im a little bit daft DD: and oh dear i was going to just add salt but then everyone said it wasnt the same so i didnt but

DD: i am in port mina it is the closest town to station 11 which is where i am working!

AC: O:B d0 y0u kn0w the c0ffee sh0p thats shaped l1ke a teap0t

OA: aDD SALT TO THE WATER. DROWN YOUR WOES. AND FUCKING CALL SOME SCHLUB AT THE BASE TO FETCH YOU THE PROPER SHIt. :o) OA: aIN'T NO NEED TO THROW YOUR CHROME AROUND. YOU'RE FUCKING VIOLEt. OA: yOU ARE gracing THEM WITH THE OPPORTUNITY TO OFFER AID, AND THEY WILL BE GRATEFUL FOR THE OPPORTUNITy.

ID: can't you buy sea salt in stores. that... seems like it would work? i think?

SA: salt water is more than salt water it also has a particular mineral content, etc

DD: yes it is super cute i kind of wanted to go there but i am afraid they might not serve me like with the orange juice lady and then i am going to cry in the shop and that will be really embarrassing

SA: otherwise caring for my clown fish would be hell on alternia

SA: they have to serve you. Threaten them.

AC: n0 1ts f1ne 1m w0rk1ng r1ght n0w y0u c0uld def1n1tely c0me 0ver 1f y0u wanted s0meth1ng t0 dr1nk

SA: become mean and hatedul

DD: and oh dear i dont think everybody sees it that way oa but that is very kind of you to say so i mean DD: maybe i should call someone DD: i dont think

DD: er

DD: i

SA: and then reel it back in

AC: please d0nt threaten me actually

OA: hAHAHA, WHAT THE FUCk.

DD: i would rather not do that honestly especially since i think you were complaining about people that do that earlier prisma and i dont want people to dislike me and also im not sure if i would even be able to threaten you right now ac i mean unless you are deathly afraid of people crying i can probably threaten you wit hthat

DD: actually i am not even sure if prisma is being serious or maybe making fun of me

OA: hIS ADVICE IS RANK EITHER WAY. PAY IT NO MIND, COUSIN, HE IS LEADING YOU ASTRAy. :o)

AC: yes em0t10nal pe0ple are terr1fy1ng 1f y0u cry 0n me 1ll cry t00 thats sarcasm by the way

ID: yeah pris maybe. don't tell daz to be a jerk to lowbloods i think we. get enough of that.

SA: sometimes I have to be cruel and hateful too to convince higher blooded trolls to take me and my business seriously. But I understand hesitance

ID: from other highbloods.

SA: yes but I know they aren't that way inside so it seemed like a logical solution

SA: I apologize

DD: being hateful sounds like it takes a lot of energy i would rather just DD: i dont know

DD: i dont know im very confused in general right now i think that might be the temperature a little bit

ID: oh. uh i can see why that could. fry your pan. got any ice? put it on like. the back of your neck.

DD: and even if it is sarcasm ac that is okay i dont really know where you are so i could not do that regardless

DD: i think maybe the hotel has an ice machine that is where i am now

OA: cOUSIN, COUSIN, THEY JUST UP AND SAID THEY WERE AT THE LITTLE TEAPOt.

DD: i guess it is an inn

DD: oh

DD: i

DD: missed that completely you have my apologies

DD: oh!

AC: 1m a she but yes there was an 0ffer 0f ju1ce here 1t 1s aga1n just t0 be super expl1c1t 1m at the teap0t and 1m 0ffer1ng y0u ju1ce 0r maybe tea the c0ffee 1s g00d t00

DD: oh they said i could have something to drink too that is very kind

DD: she

DD: you have my apologies again i am sorry

OA: i AIN'T TOO FAR FROM THE STATION. HOW ABOUT I GO AND GET YOU A SALTBLOCK, YEAH? SEE IF THEY AIN'T GOT ANY FANCY MEDS FOR A FISH LIKE YOu. :o) OA: sHIT TO OPEN UP THOSE FUCKING GILLS, GET SOME COOL AIR IN YOu. OA: aND GIVE YOU A REASON TO STOP APOLOGISING, HOLY SHIt.

DD: i would very much like some orange juice and also maybe tea i have never had tea or orange juice before though i have had coffee though i have kind of been living off of coffee and lattes a little bit theyre very delicious and one of the things that dont taste weird here

DD: also i am sorry for being sorry >:P

DD: you are both very kind however that part is not a joke

AC: y0u havent AC: what?? AC: 0kay we need t0 f1x that 1 mean 1m reallyreally b1ased t0wards the c0ffee here 0r anywhere really but 1f y0uve never had tea y0u need t0 try 0ur lem0n 0ne 1ts great AC: wh1ch s0unds l1ke 1m try1ng t0 adverte f0r us here wh1ch 1m n0t even 1f 1t def1n1tely reads l1ke 1t but yes y0u get the p01nt

DD: i mean right now really the fact that you are willing to make me something without any of that threatening messiness is enough of an advertisement really but it also sounds really nice and i would like to try both the orange juice and the tea and the coffee i mean i havent had enough to drink in general probably and i cant tell how much of it is my gills drying out or actually drinking but yes

DD: once i

DD: figure out how to get up

ID: probably should start with. cold drinks there. with lots of ice.

DD: and no i havent had those things because they do not really happen underwater i guess except in pouches so thats how i am familiar with iced coffee

AC: actually thats g0nna take y0ur b0dy m0re energy t0 heat them up and pr0bably 1snt that great f0r y0u

DD: and oh right there was the ice machine

SA: less sugar will hydrate you faster

DD: oh but i would like something cold right now i dont really

AC: 0h r1ght s0rry 1 f0rg0t ab0ut the underwater th1ng the 0nly seadweller 1 kn0w d0esnt really spend a wh0le l0t 0f t1me there s0 1 tend t0 f0rget that 1ts a,, uh,, a th1ng

DD: i dont think my body heats things up

DD: maybe its the other way around since i am violet i have been using energy to cool everything down

ID: i mean if daz is overheating, cooling him down is. good.

DD: and oh that is interesting

DD: i didnt realize there were people that dont live in the water very much

OA: tHEY'RE RUNNING A FUCKING TEMPERATURE. ICE AIN'T GONNA DO SHIT, BUT FUCK THEM OVER PROPERLy. OA: jUST GET SOME TAP WATER, COUSIN. BODY'S ALREADY PROTESTING THE DRY. WHY YOU WANNA MAKE IT FIGHT THE CHILl?

DD: it seems very difficult

DD: i

DD: i dont know um i suppose everything sounds like it makes sense

DD: i want to run a bath but the fresh water makes things hurt more

DD: maybe i can just put my head in it without breathing it or getting it on my gills

DD: that seems silly but like maybe it would feel nice

OA: mAN. THIS IS WHY WE KEEP LUSUS ON BASE. COVER THIS SHIT FOR A MOTHERFUCKER, SO THERE AIN'T NO NEED FOR WORRY NOR FUSs. OA: iF YOUR SNOUT IS IN WATER, COUSIN, AND YOUR GILLS ARE IN AIR, HOW ARE YOU GONNA BREATh? :o)

DD: take my head out when i need to probably

DD: and oh my lusus is on base actually i would kind of like to crawl into the tank they use for the aquatic lusi but i cant bring an aquatic tendrilbeast to the hotel unfortunately

OA: pUT A RAG ON YOUR DOMe. OA: pUT SOME WATER IN YOUR GULLEt. OA: dUMP SOME SALT IN THE TRAP, AND THEN THROW YOURSELF IN, SO THERE AIN'T NO NEED FOR DRY-ASS DROWNINg. OA: aIN'T THERE SOME RUST WHO CAN HAUL YOU SOME TABLESALT Up?

DD: i can definitely ask the inn staff i think hopefully they have enough available and yes then i am going to do all of those things and then maybe stop dying

DD: sorry that all seems very obvious in retrospect i think maybe i am also not thinking especially clearly at the moment

DD: also um oa are you maybe still okay with bringing me something from the base maybe i think i am probably actually sick but also i dont want to do the threatening thing that prisma mentioned earlier that seems like a good way to make people stop being nice to me or really liking me at all

OA: tHREATENING IS THE HALL OF THOSE TOO WEAK TO WORK THEIR GODDAMN FLAp. OA: wHO NEEDS TO THREATEN WHEN A WELL-PLAYED WORD WORKS JUST AS WELl? :o)

OA: wHICH IS TO SAY, COUSIN, OF FUCKING COURSe. OA: i WILL FETCH YOU WHATEVER THE FUCK THEY GIVE. IT WILL BE MY PLEASURe.

OA: wHAT'S YOUR NAME, SOVEREIGn? OA: aIN'T KEEN TO SEND IT TO THE WRONG ROOm. :o)

DD: oh dear well that is a very nice way of putting that and thank you very much i am also very appreciative of your help and also your patience on account i was admittedly wallowing quite a bit earlier and things seem a lot less awful right now DD: and oh my name is dazzle that should also be what the block is under whats your name? and also ac if she is still around she was very nice and i still want to be able to meet her at the teapot cafe later if she still wants to

AC: yes h1 1m st1ll ar0und th1ngs are sl0w t0n1ght 1m lapyen AC: 0r just the blue 0ne 1n the bun and the glasses 0r actually really just the blue 0ne y0u cant m1ss me h0nestly

OA: mY NAME IS RICCIN. RICCIN KAYATA. WHEN YOU SEE ME, COUSIN, YOU'LL KNOw. :o)

OA: oR. WELL. WHEN THE HOTEL STAFF SEES Me. OA: wHAT THE FUCK EVER, I AIN'T USED TO THIS DELIVERY SHIt.

AC: als0 1m n0t sure 1f y0u can base my actual n1ceness 0n just a c0uple c0mments 1 made t0 y0u 0nl1ne 0ver the span 0f half an h0ur and 1f 1t really w0rks l1ke that and as a sec0nd als0 thats really 0m1n0us and 1m super cur10us what y0u even mean by that 0a

DD: that sounds very dramatic!! DD: the youll know comment i mean not the blue thing the blue thing makes a lot of sense actually given my recent experiences and i feel kind of bad to be happy that there is someone kind of highblooded around because that seems a little unkind of me but yes i mean youre very nice and i have learned recently i am not good at talking to lowbloods that i am not working with DD: and it is not just the comments i mean also you are inviting me for tea and all of those things thats pretty nice

OA: i AM A STRIKING GODDAMN FIGURE, THAT'S ALl. :o)

AC: 0h n0n0 d0nt w0rry 1 def1n1tely get that 1t can be really super awkward t0 talk t0 l0wbl00ds 1f y0ure n0t used t0 1t and als0 theres _s0_ much y0u can d0 wr0ng when y0u d0 that 1ts a l1ttle terr1fy1ng 1f y0ure n0t fr1ends w1th them already AC: als0 1 c0uld be lur1ng y0u 1n t0 r0b y0u y0u d0nt kn0w my m0t1vat10ns 1 mean 1m n0t and als0 that w0uld be pretty hard 1n br0ad m00nl1ght 1n a p0pulated area but 1m g0nna st0p typ1ng n0w

AC: a f1gure?? what k1nd 0f f1gure 0h my g0d

DD: well in that case i look forward to seeing you i mean if you decide to come up i am not sure if you wanted to with the staff comments or anything but that sounds intruiging and you have created an air of mystery and intrique DD: and yes that is a good description of how i feel lapyen i mean prisma and hadean and riccin have all been very nice but even then i messed up and prisma yelled at me so i am not always the best at being social with people at all really DD: though i think probably i dont think anybody would try to rob me or i mean you could try but i dont think it would work very well especially not like in a crowded teashop where you are employed : P

OA: .. wHAT SORT OF FIGURE ARE YOU PICTURING, GIRl? OA: bECAUSE I AM STARTING TO GET ALL SHADES OF FUCKING concerned.

OA: ;o(

DD: omg ahaha

DD: ow

DD: that hurt but i am going to keep laughing anyways because i do not think i have smiled in two nights

OA: cAREFUL, SOVEREIGn. OA: dON'T GO RIPPING YOUR GILLS, TRYING TO SPREAD SOME MIRTh.

OA: :o)

DD: theyre kind of stuck im not sure if i could even rip them even by laughing 😦

DD: i tried to peel one open earlier with my claws but i almost ripped a filament instead and they are all gummy and theyre not supposed to be

OA: >:o?

OA: tHAT SEEMS NASTY AS FUCk.

AC: n0t that k1nd 0f f1gure 0h my g0d ab0rt ab0rt AC: but als0 d0uble 0h my g0d that d0esnt s0und l1ke 1ts supp0sed t0 be l1ke that maybe def11ntely d0 the salt th1ng and then let me take a l00k at them later 1f y0ure,, uh,, 1f y0ure c0mf0rtable w1th that?? because 1f theyre s0 dry theyre glued shut theres a teeny t1ny r1sk 0f 1nfect10n n0th1ng t0 w0rry ab0ut but maybe s0meth1ng t0,, t0 l00k at

DD: oh dear

DD: it is pretty nasty yes especially because it is my body and i like my gills i also like them being working and not infected and

DD: um that is to say yes i would appreciate that lapyen if you are okay with that i mean you mentioned earlier you are a docterrorist and i dont know where else to find one and

DD: oh dear

OA: sHOULD I BE FETCHING THOSE MAGIC PILLS FROM THE BASE, TOo.

OA: >:o?

DD: oh um i thought maybe you already were i think you mentioned they had medicine earlier but i am not sure what they have really or how it works or what i need which is not very helpful of me

OA: bROTHER, BROTHER, THEY GOT PLENTY OF PILLs. OA: tHEY'RE ASKING ME WHAT THE FUCK I'M GETTING, THAT'S ALl.

OA: .. i'LL JUST GET ALL OF IT, AND YOU CAN TAKE IT AT ONCe. OA: gET THAT SICKNESS OUT EN MASSe. :o)

AC: um

AC: actually maybe read the l1ttle,, uh,, the n0tes that c0me w1th them and als0 d0nt take all 0f them at 0nce under abs0lutely n0 c1rcumstances

DD: oh dear

AC: just read the 1nstruct10n leaflets 1ts all 1n there 1ts f1ne

DD: that sounds like a good idea i am going to do that i mean if you are a docterrorist you know better probably

AC: s0rry n0 0ffense but 1 d0nt th1nk 1m g01ng t0,, 1 mean attend1ng med sch00l feeds just t0 kn0w that leaflets are 1n there t0 be read and n0t t0 take up space

OA: wHY NOT TAKE ALL OF THEm?

OA: aIN'T THEY LIKE BLOCKS? OR BOOZe?

OA: tHE MORE YOU TAKE, THE BETTER IT Is.

AC: yes theyre exactly l1ke b00ze wh1ch 1s why y0u expl1c1tly d0nt d0 that please

AH: hahah oh wow poor Lapyen

AH: sorry Riccin's dumb ass came to ruin your evening

AC: 1ts n0t ru1ned my even1ng 1s f1ne but thanks and h1 gl1ese

AH: give it time. they're good at being a little bitch. but sup, how's life

AH: I went to a ren fair a little while ago, shit was wild

AH: what have you been doing? you landed that new gig, right?

AC: 0kay that s0unds k1nd 0f,, 1nterest1ng 1 guess was that c00l?? AC: and yes!! 1m d01ng an 1nternsh1p r1ght n0w we w0rk w1th r0b0ts 1ts supersuper c00l and h0nestly a really welc0me break fr0m sch00lfeeds 1m n0t say1ng that the stress 1s t00 much but the stress 1s pr0bably,, k1nd 0f a l1ttle b1t t00 much

AH: Haha damn, no, it probably is. It was interesting for _me_ , that's for sure, given I dragged a friend's sorry ass off to a mediculler, saw some absolutely fucking atrocious fashion, met up with Canela again, and met some new people.

DD: what no riccin has been lovely they are being very nice and are helping me out i dont think that counts as being that

AH: But what kind of robots are you working with. Are they cool?

AH: lmao Riccin's probably just sucking up because you're violet

AH: I can't be bothered to backread

AH: but I'd bet money

DD: i mean they didnt ask me to pay them or anything

AC: theyre very c00l but als0 we just g0t a b1g gr0up 0f cust0mers s0rry 1 reallyreally need t0 put my ph0ne away AC: y0u can t0tally talk t0 me ab0ut that later th0ugh and dazzle y0u can abs0lutely st1ll c0me 1n whenever y0u feel l1ke 1t s0rry bye

AH: well why would they, they have clowns taking care of their oversized ass

AH: they just like to feel important

DD: i hope you have a good night that sounds like a lot of work and i will definitely come by when i am feeling like i can walk!!

DD: and i mean you said money

AH: awww, damn

AH: but good luck and all

AH: ...I said I _bet_ money, not that you were paying them lol

AH: learn to read

DD: i can read i am just having a hard time doing so on account of everything being very hazy at the moment but also to clarify saying id bet money can be interpreted as you betting money on it or betting that money is the key factor hence the nature of my misunderstanding

DD: but also i dont think anybody has felt much like ingratiating themselves with me lately and instead its been more of the opposite so i think riccin is just being a nice person

AH: holy shit, who fed you caffeine, I want a word

AH: Also lmao you have terrible fucking judgment if you think Riccin is nice

AH: but then I guess they would be to you because they're like...loyal to clowns and up

AH: I think

AH: I don't know how their crazy pan works

DD: i mean they were very nice to lapyen as well and also i havent had caffeine in a while i heard it dehydrates you and i am having trouble with that lately so i did not want to make it worse

AH: mother grub, what the fuck, are you dried out or something? go jump in a lake or whatever, surely you have _that_ much survival instinct.

AH: or does fresh water hurt seadwellers? try it and let me know.

OA: gIRL, STOP DRAGGING ME. IF YOU WANTED MY ATTENTION, ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS FUCKING SAy. ;o)

AH: wow look what the meowbeast dragged in

OA: yOU STILL AIN'T IN THE TUB, DAZZLe?

AH: the world's worst yellowblood

AH: also, I was legit just giving Lapyen a warning because I'm a good fucking friend, but you know, if you wanna froth at the bit for some words your way, be my guest

AH: that's not pathetic at all

AH: ...Dazzle

AH: Their name is _Dazzle_ ??

AH: ahahaha fuck that's amazing, only a fish would have a name that stupid

IA: :(

OA: a GOOD FUCKING FRIEND. My. :o)

OA: wHO TOLD YOU THAT LIE, GIRL, AND WHY THEY TRYING TO MISLEAD YOU SO harshly?

AH: Yeah, I know the concept's foreign to you, but try to understand

AH: Who told what lie, you're making even less sense than usual

AH: which is a fucking accomplishment

OA: ... aRE YOU AS DOOZY AS THE GUPPy? OA: i'LL GIVE YOU A MOMENT TO REREAD, ON ACCOUNT OF THE FACT IT'S A WONDER YOUR TINY-ASS EYES CAN EVEN SEE THE SCREEn.

AH: also wow, a single sad smiley face, IA. Really pulling on my pumper strings here. Let me borrow Hadean's violin and play it for you.

AH: Oh wait, my strings broke.

AH: Fucking tragic.

DD: i am not in the tub i tried to get in and it made everything hurt and i decided to wait for the salt DD: and my name isnt stupid i use that one because its fun its actually my last name and my first one is laurel DD: so you can use that if it helps you not be a total jerk

IA: Why is every-one fighting all the time in here :(

OA: cLOSE YOUR FINS TO HER NONSENSE, SOVEREIGNs. OA: gLIESE AIN'T NOTHING BUT BILE, I AM SORRY TO FUCKING SAy.

OA: iT IS A SHAME SOMEONE SO HIGH IS SO FUCKING RUDe. :o)

AH: because we'd be bored as hell otherwise, _duh_

AH: what are you, a wriggler? grow a backbone

AH: when a seadweller's a pansy it's extra sad

AH: Laurel's a little better yeah. Also fuck you I am the _finest_ of bile, the absolute queen of bitterness, it's right in my fucking handle you blind ass.

AH: Yeah well it's a shame someone so wordy has so little to say, so...what are we gonna do here.

IA: I just th-ought this was supp-osed t-o be a fun, Empire run chat, I didn't expect t-o run int-o s-o many c-onfr-ontati-onal tr-olls.

AH: Your first mistake was putting "fun" and "Empire run" in the same sentence. I mean it is fun in here but it sure as hell isn't because of the Empire.

AH: Literally all we owe them for is making the stupid thing.

AH: Not like _they_ provide entertainment.

AH: Bunch of boring nerds.

AH: wow did everyone piss themselves in fear when I walked in or what.

SA: Hello Gliese.

AH: sup

SA: how has your evening been?

AH: I had to run around extra because somebody fucked up my lusus's water, but at least it got settled.

AH: So mostly routine aside from that.

AH: You?

IA: I ap-ologize, I'm a bit distracted between things. I'll be swimming in and -out.

SA: your lusus's water? What happened...?

SA: I am fine. I had breakfast with sipara and hadean this morning.

SA: hello, IA.

AH: And we all miss you so fucking terribly, IA, bland as water as you are...pun not intended.

AH: Nothing much, but some dumb kid knocked over his trough.

IA: Hell-o Pris!

AH: I was pissed, but judging from how they were shaking I think it was an accident, so I let them off with a cuff and a warning.

SA: how are you, IA? aside from busy.

SA: hmm. I'm sorry

SA; I hope they are. Feeling better now.

AH: Eh, probably, not like I actually hurt them

AH: They were probably like six sweeps max

AH: Not worth it

SA: Oh I meant you rlusus but yes, hitting children is often not encouraged by myself.

AH: Oh, yeah, he's fine. Luckily I had more on me, I'll just have to order extra.

AH: I also gave him some carrots, he's good.

AH: You like, don't have a lusus right?

AH: That must've been weird

SA: it was not terribly weird.

AH: Really?

SA: it was stranger when I realized it wasn't the norm.

AH: Oh lmao

AH: I guess that makes sense

SA: i was raised and cared for in a fairly neticulous way.

SA: it levelled out much of my development, I suppose.

SA; rather than being raised by

SA: ...

IA: Y-ou're quite mean AH

SA: an ibis?

SA: I think it was an Ibis.

SA: I could just be filling in, though.

SA: I genuinely don't remember.

AH: Nooooo

AH: REALLY??

AH: God you sound like Kit, except even he's learned better by now

AH: Ibises are cool

AH: Don't a lot of lowbloods have bird lusii?

AH: Could swear I heard that somewhere

SA: I couldn't tell you the statisticla information on that.

IA: Als-o I'm d-oing well Pris, thank y-ou f-or asking!

AH: Dunno, bunch of them from my town did. Even Matari's lusus had wings and it was a hoofbeast.

IA: It's fairly hit -or miss isn't it? I'm n-ot sure if I've met a l-ot -of l-owbl-o-ods with bird lusii myself.

AH: have you met a lot of lowbloods _anyway_

AH: how much do you even come out of the ocean

IA: The last time I've been in the -ocean was ab-out three m-onths ag-o and bef-ore that, nearly a year. I w-ork m-ostly -on land.

IA: I meet and talk with a l-ot -of l-owbl-o-ods actually :)

AH: yeah okay probably by sticking a blade in them or something

AH: protip: gurgling doesn't count as conversation

IA: I d-on't d-o that :(

IA: Why w-ould I d-o that?

AH: Uhhhh

AH: You're a SEADWELLER??? Y'all fucks make my caste look meek with your goddamn murder fetish.

AH: It's a reasonable assumption.

IA: I m-ost certainly have a let's-n-ot-murder fetish

AH: Haha wow that was some of the most awkward phrasing ever

AH: The fuck do you do then

IA: I'm a detective! I w-ork with the Empire here -on Alternia and l-ocal g-overnments t-o help reduce and prevent crime.

IA: F-or all castes, I may add

AH: lol yeah pull the other one

AH: everyone knows the system's rigged to high hell

AH: I mean I get it, whatever, you all want to ~do justice~ for those of us who'll still be around in a hundred sweeps to hate your faces

AH: but still

IA: It's tail-ored t-o the standards -one w-ould expect f-or -our vi-olent s-ociety, yes, but I d-on't mind n-or care what -others think -of me in a hundred sweeps.

IA: And just because -our system is tail-ored s-o d-oesn't mean I can't d-o my best t-o make pe-oples' lives easier AND better.

AH: Yeah, sure, even a violet can't do a whole lot to change a system run by tyrians. Unless you're gonna argue with them, in which case, have fun with that.

IA: Well, thank y-ou! I d-o l-o-ok f-orward t-o pr-ove y-ou wr-ong :) I have already seen the differences I've made and it's m-ore than en-ough t-o make everything w-orth it!

IA: My name is Nemm-on, what's y-ours, AH?

AH: Gliese, though you have no idea how tempted I was to tell you something stupid and see if you bought it.

AH: I mean we have _Dazzle_ in here.

AH: And the only reason I'm pretty sure they're not making it up is that they seem too dumb for that and because they're a fish.

IA: Well there is n-o way f-or me t-o verify it if y-ou did lie t-o me.

IA: Why didn't y-ou?

AH: Meh, might make things confusing later.

AH: Also you'd probably not question it and be boring as usual so what's the point.

IA: That's kind -of y-ou Gliese :)

AH: Please, I couldn't care less about your feelings, this is purely for my own convenience. I care more about the dumb kid who knocked over my lusus's water trough earlier than you.

IA: I didn't say anything ab-out my feelings, i just stated it was kind -of y-ou t-o decide against lying. I h-ope y-our lusus is alright th-ough?

AH: Kind for who, if you don't care. Also stop being nice it's weird.

AH: Even Budino being depressing was better than this

AH: You just sound creepy

IA: I'm s-orry :(

AH: and now we're back to boring

AH: is ANYONE ELSE in here before I give up or die of dullness.

OA: hONk.

IA: W-ould y-ou be m-ore c-omf-ortable if I wasn't nice?

AH: not really because then you'd be fake as hell and that's even worse

AH: I'm less uncomfortable and more wondering how anyone can be so tedious without wanting to stab themselves.

AH: Hey Riccin look it's another fish. Go kiss ass like you were hatched to do.

AH: Entertain me.

IA: I'd rather we didn't kiss my rear.

AH: aw, you ruined Riccin's night

AH: how could you

OA: sISTER, LET'S NOT BE INAPPROPRIATE WITH THE SOVEREIGn. :o) OA: 'sIDES, THINK YOU'VE HAD YOUR MOUTH ON ENOUGH FISH FOR THE WHOLE LOT OF Us.

IA: :( It'd make me extremely unc-omf-rtable

AH: lmao what

AH: I know two fish and one of those is older than dirt

AH: and the other is Canela, who's probably on another date as we speak

AH: and possibly ditching said date again if they suck lmao

AH: fun fact, Nemmon, nobody gives a shit

OA: yES, GIRL, IT IS CLEAR AS THE SKY OUTSIDE THAT I'M REFERRING TO YOUR COMMANDER. TYRIAN TITs. :o) OA: nAH, TALKING ABOUT THE VIOLET WHO KEEPS FLASHING HEARTS AT YOU. OR IS THAT THE NEW WAY OF SAYING HELLo? OA: bECAUSE IA HAS BEEN AWFULLY FUCKING SPARSE, IF THAT'S THE CASe.

AH: lmao you don't know Canela do you?

AH: she does that to all her friends

AH: she's just bubbly

OA: bUBBLY. My.

OA: tHAT'S A WORD FOR It.

IA: Y-ou're c-orrext --OA, I have been! I've been w-orking hard lately and haven't had much time t-o s-cialize

AH: lmao that went right over _your_ head

OA: :o)

AH: whatever, you weren't contributing anything valuable anyway

IA: --Oh I'm s-orry, is there an-other IA? I wasn't aware and I ap-ologize!

AH: oh my god how is anyone this dense

AH: even Riccin's not this dense

AH: I'm fucking mourning now

IA: I have n-o c-ontext f-or this c-onversati-on, Gliese.

IA: I'm afraid I d-on't kn-ow the regulars.

AH: Okay WOW I'm going to spell this out for you and then go

AH: because I'm fucking exhausted by your existence

AH: Riccin MEANT that you were sparse with SPAMMING HEART EMOJIS compared to CANELA, who uses them like they're going out of style because she just fucking does that

AH: and now I'm going, because I have shit to do and a thinkpan to maintain

OA: aND DEFINITELY NOT BECAUSE SHE'S TRYING TO PLAY FOUR SQUARES WITH BABY BLUE HERe. :o)

OA: hEAVEN FORBID WE HAVE THAT THOUGHt.

IA: Bye Gliese! :)

IA: S-o h-ow are y-ou --OA?

IA: Riccen, right?

OA: rICCIN, SOVEREIGn. :o) OA: lIKE THE FRUIt.

OA: i'M JUST JOLLY FUCKING GOOD. TEXTING MY GIRL NZINGa. OA: gETTING HER UP TO DATE ON SOME news. SPREADING THE GOOD WORD. ALL OF THAT SHIt. OA: bUT AIN'T NOTHING OF NO IMPORT, REALLy. OA: hOW IS YOUR NIGHT GOINg?

IA: I see! Pleasure t-o meet y-ou Riccin!

IA: I'm d-oing very well, thank you f-or asking!! It's a sl-ow night but a g-o-od -one t-o relax -on.

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