watchmakerhippo

[watchmakerhippo]

What a cliche...

The first day of school went slowly in my opinion. Too much unnecessary talk, happy faces, rainbows and unicorns vomiting candies. Everyone acted like a typical cartoon character, making them look stupid. And everything seemed to go well: the morons didn’t infect me with their disease, the teacher didn’t complain about me, Edrickins... Ugh... God, what a terrible thing I said. Adrien Agreste gave me a minute of attention. It seemed like the day was not lost, but then HE appeared...

Stone emo...

I just didn't think remembering his name was important, okay? As if you would remember the name of some random NPC.

No need for judgmental looks, they won't affect me.

Basically, he had to ruin my day. Okay, so that brainless gorilla only had his sights set on that grey mouse, but no, [Name] Bourgeois has to pay for something. But for what? For saying my honest opinion? Well, fuck, should I keep quiet while they're whining here?

Let's face it, if he stopped being a villain the first time, why can't he do it a second time? People like him need to be isolated, not allowed to return to school, but do not support him in any way, saying that he is not guilty of anything. People! He! Is guilty! This son of the rock not only damaged the material property of Paris, but also maimed many residents, almost killing them. But these scum with IQ below the baseboard apparently live in a rosy world. I feel a little sorry for them.

To top off the awful day, some random woman showed up, having watched too many superhero cartoons, wearing a tight suit and a yo-yo that defies the laws of physics.

No, seriously? She decided to show up only now? What did she do before? There are so many crimes and problems in the world, and she showed up only for some supervillain.Okay, fine, maybe she got her powers recently, but why is the government treating it so calmly, like it's normal. God, I'm so disappointed with this city.

And her suit. It's as if it was created to highlight her, to show her off. If she's a superhero, shouldn't she have clothes that will easily hide her, rather than make her stand out?

Further questions, as always, are about physics. What is she even holding her yo-yo to? Air? There aren't many things to grab onto, and most aren't meant to support her weight. Everything about her is an open mockery of the laws of nature.

Why the hell am I studying physics then if there is a living example of its uselessness!?

And when she gave that fucking speech to that fucking man with a cuckoo face, who imagined himself to be the Great Villain of the Century, the world seemed to stop. She was standing at such a good angle, her voice was so loud that everyone could hear, and the police seemed useless after her words. It even seemed to me that the purple dude himself was slightly blown away by her. What is he like... Strange? Yes, strange, to put it mildly.

Well, he has one plus, he surpasses the Calendar Man in delusionalness!

Okay, I get the point, but I'm not done yet. In this crazy show, there is another pawn with the determination to become a hero and help people, without even knowing how. HE JUST STUPIDLY FOLLOWS HER WORDS, CAN'T HE TURN ON HIS BRAIN HIMSELF? OR HAS HIS SUBSCRIPTION TO SMART THOUGHTS ENDED?

There are no complaints about the color of his suit; black hides well in the shadows at night, and in everyday life it is more common than a red polka-dot suit. But... But his tail... How come his tail doesn't interfere with his movement? This appendage also makes him more vulnerable. I myself can grab this tail and pull it and that's it, goodbye, bye.

The funniest thing about him is that his weapon is a pipe from a vacuum cleaner. Or is it not a pipe? I don’t know what it is and how it can increase, and I don’t want to know.

Based on all this, I realized that Paris is not such a romantic place and it’s time to get the hell out of here.

It was with these thoughts and an ocean of determination that I went to the office of the mayor of Paris, aka Andre Bourgeois, aka my worthless father.

"No"

"What? What do you mean no? Are you kidding?"

The father's serious face did not waver. He was staring at me with such force with his dark gaze that I just wanted to get out of there and go to hell.

"No, young lady, you will stay in Paris with your father, period."

"You can't do that! Why did I work so hard, naming a thousand and one reasons why this city is complete shit?"

His tired sigh echoed and rebounded off the walls. Closing his eyes for a few seconds, he changed his look from "I'm angry" to "I'm so tired of this rebellious child."

"Understand, darling, here, next to me, you are safe. I can give you anything you want, just snap my finger. And there? In other countries you will find yourself on foreign territory, where I will not be able to save you if anything happens."

What kind of daddy are you...

Hypocrite.

You act like you're cool, but as soon as something serious happens, you run with your heels flashing.Each time I understand more and more reasons for Audrey to leave you.

"Dad..."

"I don't want to hear any excuses, go to your room!"

How DARE he yell at me?

Gritting her teeth in anger, i turned around and quickly left, not wanting to be in her dad's company any longer.

Going back to college the next day was a terrible idea. Not only was I interrupted at the most interesting moment of my dream, but in the morning they also tortured me with hearts over the head of a small mouse and an emo rock. They just oozed that childish, innocent love that made me want to puke.

Another thing that happened was that the baker's daughter and Edri... Ahem... Ahem... Sorry. The baker's daughter and Adrien Agreste became friends. Well, or I just try to ignore her unblinking gaze at the blond.

But I'm more interested in what Adrian did to not only clear his reputation with the blue one, but also turn her from someone who doesn't know you into a rabid fan with stalker tendencies.

Can I have the instructions? This is not for me, it's for the dog. Just step by step, so that I know exactly what to do!

Okay, let's put jokes aside and think about more important issues. Firstly, these are ways to legally live in another country. I'm not an adult yet, they won't let me on the plane. My father doesn’t want to help me, Jean-Rousseau doesn’t have much power to organize a trip for me and withstand the mayor’s force. Lie about a class trip? He will believe it, but then I won’t be able to stay there for long. Running away is not an option, I am very dependent on my parents. Mostly in terms of money. Okay, I'll think about it the next time I have free time.

Another question I'm interested in is whether there will be another akumatized one? I had enough of walking minerals with stones, thank you, I don’t want such an experience again. We need to somehow protect ourselves from madhouse.

A call to class distracted me from my depressive thoughts.

Apparently I was wrong to think about another villain. Fucked Pygmalion effect! Or is it just a materialization of thoughts? Doesn't matter! Once again the whole day is ruined because of this impudent ragamuffin whose name I don’t know! Seriously, can you please show up every 2 months at least, not every day! I'll never finish college! And Paris will continue to suffer!

If I haven't gone crazy and everything I see is true, then with such frequent villains I will definitely go crazy! How do people tolerate this? Nobody, I repeat nobody, left the city after yesterday! This is so crazy!

Ладно, мне определенно нужно уйти, любыми необходимыми способами! Маленькая ложь никогда никому не повредит! Извините, отец, но моя шкура важнее наших отношений.

Masterlist

[watchmakerhippo]

Illusion of love

Shouts and applause echoed throughout the hall. Every eye was focused on the spotlit stage where the stars of tonight's show were about to emerge. The audience waited impatiently and shouted out the names in chorus one by one.

The spotlight changed color and the noise level rose, indicating the imminent arrival of the illusionists. Smoke filled the entire stage and, just like in the movies, four people emerged from it: three men and one woman. They all exuded confidence and authority. The one closest to the audience, who is also the leader of the group, closed his eyes and, slightly bowing his head, indicated with his hands to turn down the volume. After his gesture, it suddenly became quiet, but here and there one could hear sneezes and whispers.

"So, hello ladies and gentlemen, I hope you are not too exhausted from waiting, because today we have prepared for you our most difficult numbers!"

Squinting and looking around the crowd, he smiles and continues:

"But we decided that with your cooperation we will make this show better, so that some of you will be lucky enough to be here, near us, and experience the power of illusions!"

The noise rose again, as if in answer to the previous question. The excitement was palpable in the air and everyone wanted to grab the lucky stick for the chance to be next to their idol.

"Well, if you're ready, then let's begin!"

The leader, aka Daniel Atlas, moved slightly away from the audience, making room for his comrade, the only representative of the fair sex, [Name] Reeves.

"So, before that, I want to pull out of your audience, the adorable little girl in the sixth row."

The girl with red pigtails and freckles that adorned her entire body pointed at herself in surprise and, after a nod from the illusionist, ran onto the stage with undisguised joy while the others watched. [Name] helped her climb up the steps that were too big for her and led her arm in arm to the center.

Once there, [Name] sits down at the same level as the girl and asks:

"Hi, sunshine, I'm [Name], what's your name?"

The girl clasped her hands in embarrassment and whispered something in a quiet voice.

"So your name is Mary, okay, little Mary, do you mind if I take those beautiful, ocean-like eyes from you?"

The girl was puzzled as to how this could be done, but nodded, eagerly awaiting the next steps.

"So, close your eyes and think about giving me your eye color and accepting mine."

There was silence in the hall and it was oppressive with some kind of expectation, anticipation of something, something beyond the ordinary.

"Great, I've established contact with you, now you can open your eyes."

Mary slowly opens her eyes and looks into the hall. People see how instead of deep blue eyes [your eye color] greets them. Everyone in the room was delighted and clapped as they brought a mirror to the girl so that she could see the miracle for herself.

The next one to open her eyes was [Name] herself and as expected she now had blue eyes.

"Now let's put everything back in place."

Doing the same trick as at the beginning, they both opened their eyes at the same time with their eye color.

And then the video pauses and the guy holding the tablet looks with interest into the face of his interlocutor.

"Well? How do you like it?"

The interlocutor looks bored and very impressed by this trick.

"Not good"

Apparently this angered the first guy and he he said with a clicking sound:

"You don't understand anything"

The second one only sighed wearily.

"Dude, I've seen and heard of so many things in my life more abnormal things, so this doesn't even compare."

"Come with me! I don't want to be there alone!"

Ignoring the previous comment, followed the first one. The second one only shook his head at this action and, with the look of a man who had gone through a war, replied:

"Okay, you still won't leave me alone."

[watchmakerhippo]

Illusion of love

A team of the world's best illusionists pull off daring heists during their shows, playing cat and mouse with FBI agents. And everything would be fine, but a superhero gets involved. And where there is one superhero, there are all the rest.

Part 1

Part 2 (in progress...)

Part 3 (in progress...)

It's become difficult to rob lately, and now the police have received help in the form of a superhero. Well, let's see who is stronger: a sweet lie or a bitter truth.

DC vs Vampires

Become a vampire's weak point

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

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Even gods have a weak spot For a vampire, this is their master.

[watchmakerhippo]

What a cliche...

Pain...

The first thing I felt was pain...

I felt a shock wave pierce my chest, my breathing became heavy, and my heart seemed to stop for a second. My neck felt like it was being squeezed in a vice.

How painful...

The limbs felt heavy and numb. My arms and legs started shaking, my head was buzzing, and everything around me was blurry.

Stop this pain...

I can't even move...

Any movement only makes you want to die, and not suffer from the consequences of your stupid actions.

Why is it so painful and dark? Where am I? I... I don't want to be here...

Someone...

I beg you...

Kill me!

"Miss, open your eyes, it's time for you to go to school."

A soft touch on my shoulder brought me out of my slumber. It was so calming, like I was back in my childhood, being woken up by my grandfather.

"Miss, please wake up, you'll be late if you don't get up."

The voice seemed monotonous and disinterested, as if the person didn't want to be there, but I noticed a drop of warmth in the river of indifference.

I wanted to move at least something, but all my limbs seemed unmovable. The only thing I could successfully control was my flow of thoughts and my eyes. Opening them with difficulty, I immediately closed my eyes, trying to get away from the bright light shining from all sides.

"Great, miss, you're awake. Your clothes are ready, your bag is by the door. Rain is forecast for today, so I highly recommend bringing an umbrella."

Taking a mental breath, I opened my eyes again and with difficulty kept them open. I was greeted by a room filled with white and raspberry, with black and red in some places, but they were very rare. In the very middle stood a simple table with a vase of flowers. They were fresh and seemed to glow. Opposite me there were two ottomans and a wall-mounted television. It was huge and surrounded by powerful speakers. A little further on, an entrance to the balcony opened. It consisted of ordinary glass panels that covered the entire wall. Only the glass in the middle had the shape of a door and a handle.

The sun was shining brightly outside and there was not even a hint of approaching rain.

"Miss? Are you okay?"

In front of me stood a middle-aged man with an oval, impassive face, a funny moustache and a tired look.

"What are you standing here for, Jean-Jacques? Is there no work at all? Well then go and call Sabrina. I don't intend to wait for her."

The words burst out of my mouth involuntarily, and the arrogant voice that accompanied them was unpleasant to my ears. I didn't even plan to speak, my body was moving faster than my brain.

The butler looked at me again and, as if satisfied, quickly left, leaving me alone.

My brain was still in a fog and I acted automatically. I was now controlled only by muscle memory, and it was thanks to it that I stood near the exit, sticking out my hip, fully dressed and made up. My frowning look betrayed my impatience and irritation. For the hundredth time I looked at my sharp, blade-like white nails and, checking the time, I began to go down to the limousine, ignoring Sabrina.

Wait.

Who is Sabrina and why am I waiting for her?

My thoughts were interrupted by a police car from which a red-haired girl with a bob and big awkwardly climbed out glasses covering her doe-blue eyes. She got out of the car and ran up to me with the face of a guilty dog.

"Chloe, I'm sorry, I overslept."

She lowered her head in shame and played with her fingers, as if she was waiting for the court's verdict, and not for an ordinary girl. As if one word from me would determine her entire future destiny.

"Tsk, you could have slept some more so that we would definitely be late!"

Her head dropped even lower and her whole face looked like a tomato. Her eyes darted around, trying not to look in my direction.

"What are you standing there for? Do you want to waste more time? Get in"

Again, I acted without thinking, but it seemed much easier than thinking about how to answer her.

Gi- No, Sabrina immediately ran to open the door for me and waited patiently. She exuded happiness from a mile away.

The road to school passed calmly. I kept looking out the window and trying to connect something in my head, but nothing worked. My brain didn't want to interact with my body and I just gave in, giving control to muscle memory. It was the best decision so far.

The limousine stopped near the so-called College Francois-Dupont, which was an unremarkable and not very large cream-colored building. The building looked more like a mismatched church than a college. But apparently this is one of the nicest, so I'll just ignore the exterior and rely on the staff and interior design.

Inside it looked more like a rich college and the coolest thing was that the gym was surrounded by walls.

"Sabrina, don't stand there like a pillar, lead me to the class."

Rolling my eyes at her slowness, I followed Sabrina, who was jumping up and down with joy and making plans for the coming year without closing her mouth. Her chatter didn't grate on my nerves as expected, but rather acted as a soothing background noise.

I walked proudly into the classroom, which was already almost completely full and represented a variety of personalities. They had all already managed to group together and were already talking enthusiastically about their holidays. Most of the people here already knew each other, but I was still able to spot a new face.

Without thinking twice, obeying my inner instinct, I She hung her bag on the hook on the table near the door and walked away.

Before I could take even a few steps, a mess in the form of a short girl with two unnaturally rounded ponytails and blue, almost black hair burst into the classroom.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng

A contemptuous inner voice echoed in my head.

She ignored (actually didn't notice) that I had already marked the desk with mine and sat down at it.

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng, poor baker's daughter, aren't you being too presumptuous?"

Her chaotic movements stopped and she stared at me, uncomprehendingly.

"What do you mean, Chloe?"

Unlike mine, her voice was calm, pleasant and sweet like caramel.

"Edrickins will be sitting here, and I will be sitting next to him, so get out of my place!"

Apparently my words didn’t clarify anything for her and she, tilting her head questioningly, like typical “sweet” girls, repeated after me:

"Edrickins?"

Her confusion caused the whole class to burst into laughter and even I couldn't resist. Sabrina, with an evil grin, explained who Adrian was and gave her a magazine with him.

"So stop sitting here and get out of here!"

"Hey, why are you picking on the girl?"

And here is a new face.

"It's none of your business, red-haired nerd."

Her face took on a angry look and she turned red with anger, but at my words she only snorted and, carefully taking Marinette by the hand, went to the second desk.

Apparently even this was a test for them, since the blue one fell on a smooth step and scattered all the macaroons.

This seemed strange in childhood from the point of view of physics, but thanks to him, the two girls began to communicate and find a friend in each other.

The event was good, but something alarming was scratching at the back of my head, causing an unpleasant chill and itching.

Something is terribly wrong...

[watchmakerhippo]

What a cliche...

To be honest, being hit by a car was not my deepest desire.

Damn! This wasn't even close to being on my future list! Who would have thought that my heroic soul would awaken and push some 17-year-old idiot out of his way! No, of course I understand that it will be sad if there is one less imbecile on Earth, but not at the cost of my life!

I had to go to college today and sit through a couple of classes. And nothing even gave a sign that something was wrong today, like in various books and fan fictions! There was no foreboding, no gift of a death flower, no strange change in atmosphere! My routine hasn't changed and I haven't even thought about anything like that.

It was only when I was waiting for the green light at the traffic light, listening to music through the right earphone, that I noticed the girl standing awkwardly. Her was constantly doing something with his hands, turning towards the traffic light, Her was looking at something on his phone. Her was just radiating panic. I didn't try to find out the details and just ignored his behavior.

And now this moment has come...

I calmly cross the road, typing my grades to my mom and turning up the volume of the music, when suddenly a truck jumps out of nowhere. I was very surprised where it came from, considering that he wasn’t there a couple of seconds ago, and the road was straight, he couldn’t help but notice me and girl.

For some reason he didn't slow down and kept rushing towards us. I could easily dodge it with one step, but the girl next to me was in danger. She froze and looked at the truck in horror.

She was quite a sweetheart, a little younger than me (I recently turned 18). Unlike my dry face with fish-like eyes, huge bags under my eyes, chapped lips and straw-like hair, She looked like a model. Yes, she too had a tired expression on her face, slightly hunched shoulders, wrinkled clothes and rubbish on her head, but all this seemed to be done to show her fatigue, and not to disfigure her. Her whole behavior radiated the aura of an intelligent but torn person. For a second, it occurred to me that she was similar to the typical isekai in the medieval world, books, anime, cartoons, movies, and so on. I immediately discarded it and replaced it with the thought that I needed to do less of this crap.

But that didn't change the fact that she didn't deserve to die. Although who am I to decide this?

The truck moved closer and closer to her, and I stood there thinking about my choice. I could have just walked away and lived, leaving her to die. No matter how sorry I feel for the girl, I also feel sorry for myself and between myself and her I will choose myself.

But...

Her eyes...

They were full of pain that I didn't understand and my mind went blank. It was as if my body stopped listening to my mind and moved. My body pushed the girl out of the way, taking the impact of the vehicle. A huge force met me and I flew back, making a couple of turns. A strong, destructive dull pain went through me and I tried to scream.

And at that moment it was as if my mind turned on and the pain became even stronger. The asphalt beneath me was turning red, but all I could think about was for the pain to stop and that I was a fool.

What I did was not like me and I don’t understand where this obsessive feeling to protect the girl came from.

What happened to me?

My vision began to blur and my thoughts became confused. I no longer felt my body and just closed my eyes. The only thing I could think clearly was:

«What a cliche...»

[watchmakerhippo]

What is it like to be the Wayne family's favorite red panda?

So, imagine this situation: you, a small, defenseless (I'm lying and not blushing) red panda, live happily in China, thinking only about food and sleep.

Your peaceful existence was disturbed by smugglers who captured you and some other red pandas for their owner.

You ran, scratched, bit, and successfully landed your skates in the eye of one of the illegals. From the sharp pain he let you go and you began to save your relatives, who quickly left after.

Now all that's left is you, covered in bruises and your own blood, one dead illegal, one distraught, and two tense ones with a pistol in their hand.

No matter how strong you were, you couldn't handle several guys with weapons. While you were standing on your hind legs, raising your paws up, growling threateningly, a dart with a soporific flew at you.

So you found yourself in Gotham, in the rich hall of a local oligarch. His daughter needed a living toy and her father immediately offered her you.

The girl was a real demon under the skin of an angel. She took all her anger out on you, squeezing your paws harder than necessary and pulling on the leash, squeezing hard. As a fun activity, she threw you from her floor, fortunately you managed to grab hold of a tall tree with your sharp claws and were not seriously injured.

All your struggles were met with a lack of food and even the use of electric shock. One time you successfully bit a girl on the hand and were beaten with a whip. But your determination to escape only grew.

It took you a little while before the girl began to let you out on a leash further than the house. She couldn't wait to brag to her friends about her unusual purchase.

While she was talking to her friends, accepting their praise, you successfully chewed through the leash and ran away, to the girls' squeals.

Gotham was no place for a red panda to live, so you began attacking passersby to steal their food. Robin, who had just started patrol, quickly arrived at the screams.

What met him was not a huge villain, not vampires, not meta-humans, but simply a hungry you. Robin liked you right away and he took you to his home. This turned out to be easy to do, thanks to the ones he bought berries.

You were greeted at home with tension, as they immediately realized that you should not be there. When they asked him to give you to the Society for the Protection of Animals, Robin aggressively refused. He considered you part of the family, and you don't abandon family! He believed that they would like you! And he was not wrong.

Dick was the first to love you. You were such a charming creature! And the way you stood in a threatening pose or chewed acorns was the first blow to his heart. Your love of clinging to things and crawling finished him off. Usually you crawled on Jason (because he was the tallest) or on Dick. It's so cute when he's in a bad mood and your face starts crawling all over him and poking your wet nose into him.

The second was Duke. He liked you right away, but he was able to accept you as family a little later. Your cute grimace and proud demeanor made you look like a little kitten, only a dangerous kitten. You clung to his suit more than once and tried to rip it, but your cunning ass understood that nothing would happen to you for it. He didn't stay in debt either and bought you many dresses for the "Fashion Sentence" Batgirl's.

The next one of your victim charms was Jason. Your naughty nature has been stealing things from him all the time, from the handkerchief he keeps in his jeans pocket to his helmet itself. At first it was difficult to run after you, but over time he got used to it and got the hang of it. He knew all your antics and was ready for them all. It was your games that brought you closer together and Jason began to take you with him on patrol.

The last and most persistent was Tim. But he couldn't avoid you either. While he locked himself in his room or office, somehow, no matter how he blocked the door, you always found him and went through his documents. Your paws are clean, so you didn't cause much damage, but you successfully prevented him from doing his job. At first it was very annoying, but after your pranks you always settled comfortably on his lap and fell asleep, making pleasant sounds that knocked him out.

In the end, they started to consider you part of the family, took a bunch of photos, bought everything they needed, and distributed responsibilities. There's just one thing...

Bruce doesn't know about you...

[watchmakerhippo]

A list, just a list

Imperfect

It's here!

Red panda go!

Look here!

What a cliche...

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[watchmakerhippo]

What a cliche...

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Before I died, my only thought was: "What a cliched death I have...". Dying while crossing the road, saving a stupid blind idiot from the infamous truck-kun, was not my dream. The worst part happened when I woke up as none other than Chloe Bourgeois. A minor villain who later became a hero, but due to the idiocy of the writers, she ended up back where she started. I really liked this cartoon when I was a kid, but now I can't watch it without feeling ashamed of their actions and bored with the repetitive episodes. Lots of plot holes and undeveloped interesting characters, little logic and a lot revolves around Marinette alone, not giving Super Cat a chance to shine, and also the relationships between the characters are too strange. Okay, I know what I'm going to do: I'm going to act like a spoiled fool and not interfere with the plot, preferably leave Paris. But... What's going on? This wasn't in the cartoon...

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Chapter 1 (Ready)

Chapter 2 (Ready)

Chapter 3 (Ready)

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What the hell! This is not how I imagined the afterlife, far from it. Now I have to urgently change my plans. What a horror...

[watchmakerhippo]

Imperfect

The god of the river, Kefis, forces the beautiful nymph Liriope to have coitus under the waves. She becomes pregnant by him and gives birth to a beautiful child, whom she names Narcissus. Liriope turns to the seer Tiresias and asks if her son will live to adulthood. The prophet replies: "If he does not fall in love."

Many years pass and Narcissus grows into a stunning 16-year-old boy. Many men and women tried to capture his heart, but he rejected them all out of pride. One day, the mountain nymph Echo spots Narcissus while he is hunting deer in the forest. She is captivated by the boy's beauty. Instantly, she falls madly in love with him, and secretly tracks his every move in the forest. Echo is unable to express her feelings to Narcissus, so she waits for him to say something first so that she can at least repeat his words.As it happens, Narcissus separates from his hunters and calls out, "Is anyone there?" Of course, Echo is there, and she calls back, "Here." Narcissus wants to know who it is, and after a few words of exchanging and repeating answers, Narcissus calls the source of the voice out of hiding. She appears and immediately throws her arms around his neck. However, instead of responding lovingly, the boy rejects Echo, saying, "Away! May I die before what is mine becomes yours."Echo is embarrassed and flees in shame. The insulted nymph is so unhappy that she hides among the leaves and lives alone in mountain caves. All this time, her love continues to grow, as does her despair. Her body withers, and her bones turn to stone. From now on, only Echo's voice remains in the mountains.

After meeting Echo, Narcissus continues to reject many others who crave the boy's attention. One of his suitors becomes so contemptuous, he curses Narcissus, that he could suffer as he had made others suffer. Nemesis, the goddess who avenges acts of hubris, hears the plea.One day while hunting, Narcissus comes across some pristine, clear water. He is attracted by its beauty and lies down to drink, but what he sees in the still water enchants him. He is in love with what he sees: hair, eyes, porcelain skin and rosy cheeks. Attempts to kiss and hold the reflection are in vain, and Narcissus is disappointed only by the teasing reaction of the image. When Narcissus winks, the image winks back, when Narcissus waves, the image waves, and when he cries tears, he sees that the image is crying too. The narcissist cannot understand why he cannot achieve what he so desperately desires.The tormented boy is tormented by his unrequited love. He cannot leave the source and is frozen in his frozen gaze in his reflection, yearning for the boy in the water who rejects all advances.

Narcissus then realizes that this is his image, but it is too late, as he has already fallen tragically in love with himself. Knowing that he can never have what he desires, his body dies in despair. When Narcissus says "Goodbye" to the reflection, Echo's voice says "Goodbye." At that moment, Narcissus dies, looking into the surface.

How did my story begin? Don't remember? Okay, let's start from the beginning, but I'm telling you this for the last time.

To be born in Gotham is a misfortune. To come to Gotham from another city is a double misfortune, to come and be robbed is a triple misfortune. And how did this happen?

In the center of town, near the botanical garden name Martha Wayne, stood a girl with her head down and dirty pants. On the way to Gotham Academy, she was robbed, called names, and even pushed. Not just anywhere, but into a big puddle! Fortunately, only a pen and an eraser were stolen, but her big ego, inflated to its maximum limits, was hurt and she didn't like it at all. She was the proud daughter of a politician Tempest. A politician who gave them, the dirty inhabitants of Gotham, a chance to exist, even if it was a miserable existence. They shouldn't just be grateful, they should kiss the asphalt she walked on. 

"Hey, don't stand there and let me pass."

Oh yeah. She said Gotham is terrible? No? Then she will tell. This dirty city, all so dark and gloomy, as if lost in its own 80s world. Even Pripyat and Dudleytown look like paradise against its backdrop. 

Tucking in the wet part of her trousers and shaking off the dust, she walked towards the house, muttering to herself about the half-baked peasants. Every step she took was calming and slowly her anger gave way to apathy. As she walked, she counted the number of passers-by and said out loud funny names of shops and banks, she kicked the rock and took out her phone from time to time to check the time and find out where she was on maps.

It was her obsessive habit and mania. The thing is, she was diagnosed with Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder. These seemingly simple things helped her escape from her disturbing thoughts and ease her anger, which more than once grew into a violent hysteria. And anger caused passive-aggressive disorder. Add to this narcissistic disorder and that would be a killer combo for a teenager who's barely 18 years old. 

Although she did not agree with the latter. She didn't consider herself a narcissist, she just saw the world through transparent glasses, and not like most people through a rose-colored prism where unicorns fly and mermaids do the splits. In her opinion, pathetic, insignificant people who are not some kind of important constant in the life of the country do not have the right to complain about the government and should be grateful for any piece of bread. After all, no one could make this piece of bread without someone to guide them. They need control all the time and important people who care about them a lot, helping them achieve what they want. So she is always shocked when she sees ordinary people revolting, speaking badly of the government, and climbing into their bed simply for money, and not out of gratitude.

"Good morning, lady Tempest. Your spare uniform is waiting for you in the locker room, the bath is already filled and all the products are already mixed. While you were rushing to school, you forgot to take your lunch and jacket. Try not to stay too long, your father wants to see you in the evening, ready for the gala concert held by the Wayne family."

This was her faithful butler. The only one of all the common people who could be on the same level with the important ones. His name is Ron and he spent almost half his life by her side, helping her with everything and showering her with affection and love. His past is quite mysterious and his love of violence makes him more threatening to everyone but her. She likes him exactly like this. 

"Ron, you forgot something."

A puzzled, wrinkled look appeared on the old man's face for a second, but was immediately replaced by that menacingly innocent smile. 

"Oh, yes, how could I forget. Forgive that rusty dog. Lady Tempest, you look stunning today, as always."

A proud smile appeared on her face and the apathy disappeared, leaving behind a feeling of superiority and confidence in his own godlikeness. Ron's words always lifted her spirits and filled her with a new portion self-adoration.  

"It's okay. The main thing is that you understood what you need to say."

Her loud, teeth-grinding sweet voice echoed throughout the bright, green mansion. The animals, who were in a separate wing, immediately became restless and tried to escape from the cage or aquarium and run to her. Since their appearance, they have loved Lady Tempest, better known as Y/n, and often brought her their treasures. Usually these were dead animals, rotten fruit, a torn piece of grass, or a deflated ball. To all this, Y/n simply stroked them and quietly threw them into the trash, not wanting to offend the animals' feelings, but also not wanting to take the gifts.

The maids immediately ran up to them and tried to calm them down. Unlike their owners, they had the most difficulty adapting to their new habitat. San Jose was gentle and welcoming, while Gotham radiated an aura of death and devastation. And let's be honest, Gotham is notorious throughout the world for its frequent crimes. It was a huge contrast to their old home and caused a lot of stress. But he quickly disappeared when the salary rose.  

The other maids immediately ran up to their young mistress and hurried to help her undress and lie down in the hot bath. Every step they took was nervous, but not because of Y/n, but because of the person behind her. Her favorite butler.After washing, dressing and checking that she had everything with her, Lady Tempest set off on foot.

Yes, on foot, you didn't hear you. The thing is, at the last meeting of politicians, Y/n, who was with other children, subtly insulted the adopted daughter of one of the politicians and destroyed his relationship with her father. This hit their reputation hard, but, albeit unhealthy, her father's love did not give way to anger, and only with a tired sigh did he punish her to walk to school.She didn't argue much and accepted the punishment with a calm face.

Walking along the now familiar sidewalk, counting cars again, naming the colors of buildings and looking at the time, she calmly reached Gotham Academy. The appearance was not bad, of course it was not entirely made of gold or silver, as in her dreams, but a beige building (thank God it was not white like in the mental hospital) a little larger than her house was enough. 

"Well then, meet Gotham Academy Lady Y/N Tempest"

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Imperfect

╭♛People were created as imperfect beings from the beginning. But that's what makes us... down to earth? Simple? Less than ideal? Imperfection is usually attributed to something negative, but don't they know that it has advantages? Although you are unlikely to meet them in this story.♛╯

Chapter 1 (Ready...)

Chapter 2 (under construction...)

Chapter 3 (under construction...)

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