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gale-gentlepenguin · 3 years

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Gale Reviews: ML Season 4 Episode 3: Gang of Secret

(Spoilers below)

-So they just beat a villain, and Ladybug is acting SUS. Like she doesn't Want to leave yet. Hmm

-Chat noir YOU SLICK MOFO. (I dare not ruin it, because I am laughing at it)

-She is still not over her break up. So I guess Lukanette stans, get whatever remains of your juice while its there.

-Ladybug ... sweetie. Do you need a hug? Cause you look like you need a hug.

-Chat noir realizing his idea was NOT very smart after that.

-Ladybug ruining experiences for a LOT of couples today

-Chat noir trying to help, but Ladybug aint telling him

-They are going swimming now. Chat noir for once, is not thrilled about hanging out with Ladybug... thats a YIKES.

-She has goggles and a towel, so she did go swimming.

-The Kwami see her in pain, QUICK, TEAR DOWN THE PHOTOS.

-She said no tho, but clearly sad about it.

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-So Alya is giving the girl posse the rundown on Marinette. Claiming she is lovesick.

-Rose thought they were cute, and Juleka says nothing. Is it wrong that I want Juleka to have an opinion? Whether positive OR negative

-Juleka is like "Yea, he is sad." shows picture of sad Luka. Though to be fair, that is a decent pic of him.

- So Alya is LAST to know. Double ouch.

-Marinette was crying in the bathroom, baby girl no!

-MARINETTE OMG! HOW DOES SHE HAVE THAT?!

-Alya out here trying to be a good friend. By showing Marinette she has support. (She aint even mad that she was last to find out. She is more concerned about her friend)

-THEY HAVE A SECRET HANDSHAKE!

-They calling her now

-She didn't answer. She is too sad

-So she won't detransform and talk with tikki. Can I PLEASE give her a hug. She needs it.

-Yo... Marinette has zero concern for herself and only detransformed when she thought it was causing strain on Tikki.

-Mylene offering friendship bracelets. Never change dear.

-Okay so are they witches now?

-Alix is like 'Can I not be in a ritual, Id rather give her some juice'

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-Marinette sad cause Ladybug can't have a boyfriend. Cause even if she dated Adrien, it would be the same as it was with Luka.... Tikki knows that aint true but can't say why. UGH! This is pain

-Did Tikki just confirm Kwami can't fall in love? NO! MY CHEESECAKE!

-OH S***! So now she gonna be Perma ladybug?!

-So the girls showed up as soon as ladybug left. This isn't good.

-And of course Marinette is TOO GOOD at making s***, so they curious about the new dollhouse

-OH S*** THAT WAS CLOSE!

-And things going to s*** in 10, 9, 8

-Oh no... this... this is not good. Marinette sweetie no. No please.

-Look can we take a second and APPRECIATE HOW HARD ALYA AND THE GIRLS ARE GOING FOR MARINETTE! Did the writers see all of the alya salt and say 'Yea f*** that noise'? Cause I feel like they did.

-Okay so I know Marinette just didn't want to expose her secret... but damn girl... THAT was harsh.

-Marinette literally going scorched earth for being Ladybug... Okay, this episode PHYSICALLY hurts me. SHE DOESNT MEAN IT GIRLS. PLEASE DONT HATE HER.

-Shadowmoth could you not. Like seriously?! COULD YOU F***ING NOT! MY BABY GIRL IS IN PAIN AND I WILL GO THROUGH MY SCREEN AND [Redacted]

-And then you'll have to f*** sideways.

-So first 5 way akumatization

-So can we talk about how the last 3 akuma were after the secrets of Marinette. well 2, but the other one was Adrien. But still. A Lot of Hawkmoth saying 'F*** this individual in particular'

-THEY JUST WANT HER TO STAY THEIR FRIEND! OMG I CANT EVEN BE MAD.

-I wish I could understand Juleka. Can someone please just translate with what she is saying. It was funny in truth, but I want to know

-OH Timebreaker and Horrificator are BACK. Yay, I missed them

-Just realized how AMAZING their Gang of akuma are. Like damn, thats like a super team of evil. Yea sure

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-Not to nitpick, but Marinette, you should have led with that box.

-TRIXX IS GONNA USE HIS POWERS OMG FINALLY! A PURE KWAMI POWER. We haven't seen that since Plagg.

-Damn that was a really boss illusion trixx. But question, how was that out of control? Like if anything, that was BETTER then when the user used it.

-Trixx makes a really good point. WHY DOES HE NEED A HOLDER AGAIN?!

-OH, HE WAS LYING. EVERYTHING LOOKS F***ING BANANAS.

-Trixx is now my second favorite Kwami.

-PLAGG! MY SON! HE IS IN THE EPISODE! I MISSED HIM. Also, surprisingly knows.

-Plagg cares about other Kwami.

-Adrien just chilling, watching tv. XD

-Timebreaker casually committing murder

-Hold it, Okay so why are so many people in school right now? Ivan is there, chloé and Sabrina? Oh my tomato son too. Can someone tell me wtf is up with this school schedule?

-Fragrance/Reflekta Power combo is amazing.

-Wow, this gang is MEGA DANGEROUS

-So yea Ladybug. Maybe... idk... TALK WITH CHAT NOIR ABOUT YOUR PROBLEMS!?

-So they really gotta plan this time.

-Ladybug smart to disarm Ladywifi.

-Ladybug trying to get lady wifi to fight the akuma. This is touching

-SHE DID IT! ALYA BROKE FREE! LIKE A MOTHERF***ING BOSS.

-No, shadow moth, you's a b***

-Loving this Alya- Ladybug friendship

-Chat noir looking boss by fighting 3 akuma at once while on the phone. Chat noir Leveled up.

-So Ladybug can now pull the miraculous out of anywhere because she has guardian status. Thats a cool trick. Makes it much easier.

-Thats a secret tho, Alya got trusted with a big secret.

-RENA ROUGE IN THE HOUSE!

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-And Chat noir is captured... but in his defense. He did have to fight 4 at once this time. So that took longer than usual. So no shame kitty. You did well.

-Lucky charm is an inner tube

-Clever illusion. POINTS! Using the goal of the akuma to distract. Alya gets gull points!

-WOW! REALLY CLEVER ILLUSION.

-Ladybug suave catch of rose tho.

-So that was probably the best Group akuma attack since Heroes day (and honestly it probably tops it)

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-Marinette patches things up with her friends. That is a relief. She was able to somewhat explain her issues up to the point. Without spilling the details.

-Marinette has some really good friends.

-Alya knows that not everything has been told... Hold on DONT TELL ME.

-Oh wow, Marinette is breaking down.... My poor baby girl is hurting real bad.

-OH S*** SHE SAID IT! SHE TOLD HER! SHE TOLD ALYA!

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wow this episode... This one hurt. This one hurt a LOT. But also, it was really good.

Okay so, 10/10.

I haven't been this enthralled with an episode in a long time.

Are there one or two nitpicks? Absolutely.

Do I wish somethings were not mentioned? A little bit.

Am I glad Alya knows? Out of everyone, she is the second person I wanted Marinette to tell.

(The first one being chat noir, but lets face it, we kind of knew that won't be happening for a while.)

So can Alya salt stop now? Cause Alya CLEARLY showed how much of a motherf***ing boss she is.

But damn I didn't feel this emotional since Chat blanc.

I DONT EVEN CARE THAT THE AKUMA WERE REPEATS.

That was OBJECTIVELY, one of the best episodes in the entire series.

This made me rethink my favorite episode. THATS HOW GOOD IT WAS.

Season 4, You keep doing what you are doing. Your writing (minus some very minor nitpicks) has been pretty damn good.

#ml #ml spoilers #ml gang of secrets #miraculous ladybug #gale reviews #my heart #I cant #I CANT EVEN #marinette dupain cheng

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blossomhcney · 4 years

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( hannah john-kamen. thirty three. cis female. she/her. ) in texas, evie macdonald is more commonly known as eve. they’ve been living in stratford for thirty three years and currently a dancer at deseo. some say they are secretive & petty but i’m more inclined to believe those that say they’re passionate & organised. if you walk by their house, you can sometimes hear my boy by billie eilish playing from their window. ( cherry red lips, heels click against the hard floor, half used bottles of perfume, stained ripped jeans, old fashioned jewellery hangs loose around her neck. )

hi all ! i’m lucy, i’m twenty three years old (oof an old lady in here apologies if anybody is older lmao but you definitely know how i feel !) and i use she/her pronouns. i am from england (press f in the chat yikes), so i am in gmt timezone ! i am always up for plotting, so do not hesitate to message me here or ask for my discord ! uhhh i am terrible at talking about myself so i’m just gonna get on and introduce evie ! also do not come for me for randomly waking up at 5:40am and coming on here to post these because i was so excited lmao bye

PINTEREST BOARD !

NAME. evie spencer macdonald. NICKNAME. eve. AGE. thirty three. GENDER. cis female. PRONOUNS. she/her. SEXUAL ORIENTATION. bisexual. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION. biromantic. HOMETOWN. stratford. OCCUPATION. dancer at deseo. AFFILIATION. none.

ZODIAC. aries. POSITIVE TRAITS. passionate, organised, determined. NEGATIVE TRAITS. secretive, petty, impatient. LANGUAGES SPOKEN. english, norwegian, italian.

HEIGHT. 5′6 EYE COLOR. blue. HAIR COLOR. brunette. TATTOOS. can be found on the pinterest board !

QUICK INFO.

trigger warnings: none, i think

from the day she was born, evie was doted on. her parents, francesca and marcus macdonald had tried for years to have a child. evie was considered their miracle baby, not just by her parents, but by the doctors who had delivered her. francesca had been forty four when evie was born, considered to be far too old to bring a child into the world and yet, against the odds, she had succeeded.

of course, growing up in stratford was never easy. not with her mild mannered and sweet parents. evie spent a fair amount of time with her nanny, her parents had careers that, despite having their miracle baby, they could (would) not give up. for evie, it was the time of her life, being taught swedish as soon as she could grasp words. it was like having her very own best friend that she could share secrets with and talk in private.

despite being called a miracle baby twice a day, evie is thirteen when she truly begins to notice how her mother declines to look at her unless she is forced to. the way she winces each time evie talks to nova, the nanny, in norwegian. she asked nova one night, why her mother hated her so much. the broken words of a child, breaking the heart of herself and her closest friend in one question. she finds herself with no answer, just the calming words of a mother figure as she tucks her into bed and says good night.

she realises how much she enjoys sex at sixteen. rebelling had never been so sweet. her father had tried to be strict with her, tell her when she could go out and where she could not go. she had felt sorry for him, sitting there as he wagged his finger in her face and gave her instructions not to attend parties with the boys in her classes and not to be late home for her curfew. evie was patient (for the last time), as he listed off everything he did not want her to do. and then she stood, smiled sweetly and told him that he had nothing to worry about. of course he did, but the soft words of his only child soothed him for a night or two. nobody was ever awake past evie’s curfew, so they would never know if she came home late. until marcus had cameras installed and he could see her sneaking boys and girls into her home two hours past her curfew, only to kick them out three hours later. the punishment he tries to enforce is laughable at best, she is to go to school and back, no extracurricular activities and no more nights out with friends. they both know she will never listen, but if it makes him feel manly to yell, she won’t fight it.

she is eighteen when she stops going by evie. some boy makes the mistake of comparing her to a toddler and she grabs his finger when he waves it in her face and threatens to break it. by some, she is dubbed a psychopath, others a hero. that day, she introduces herself as eve and politely asks her family and friends to address her as eve.

it has been years since nova stopped working for her family and left to work for another family, but eve misses her dearly. she was her closest friend, the person she could tell every secret. in the most cliche way, she discovers she was so much more. a letter arrives one morning, addressed to eve. it contains detailed experts of what she can only assume was a journal, depicting how nova was her mother, not francesca. it explains why she felt so hated and alienated by her mother and why their marriage was nothing more than a farce. confronting her parents would feel good, but they barely talk to one another now and they hardly even look at her. she feels like a stranger in her own home and now, it all makes sense.

it just so happens that, even after twenty one years, the idea of the town finding out who her biological mother actually was, terrified her parents. an argument had ensued and eve had not been able to catch herself, blurting out that she knew she was not really a byproduct of their love, but of her father and another woman. oh god, the tears. the screams. you would have thought that she had threatened to kill them both and then herself the way her mother had acted. they practically beg her to keep quiet, they’ll give her anything to never say another word about it again. as sickening as it is, she needs out and if they will pay for it, wouldn’t she be stupid to say no?

she is twenty three when she becomes a dancer at deseo. she had frequented the strip club a number of times over the years, always so fascinated with the way those women moved and swayed with the music. she had sometimes imagined herself up there, eyes all on her as she showed them what they wanted. and now, it was a reality. at least she would no longer need to take the money from her parents each other. of course, she hadn’t really needed it before, they had forced their money upon her with the fear that she would spill their deepest, darkest secret. she settles easily into her new job, enticing men and women with her looks and then her charms. soft edges and wide eyes, she had the perfect look.

and she still does. she’s been a dancer for ten years, even better than when she started. whoever said the younger the better was sorely mistaken. women like eve aged like fine wine; they only got better with age.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

best friends / ride or die - who doesn’t know the deal with this by now??? somebody that eve can rely on and tell all her dirty little secrets !

reliable customers - eve is most definitely one of those dancers who, for the right price, can be yours for the night. of course, that is dependent on the person, but eve is a very lovable person.... anyway , i would love to plot this out for many reasons (1/4)

the one that got away - pretty obvious, but somebody that eve actually let in for once and it didn’t end well (she knew it wouldn’t), but this is one that she always regrets not fighting for

exes - as the above would suggest, eve is not the type to let anybody in, so these would be far and few between, but meaningful enough that she classes them as an ex (1/?)

childhood friends - she has lived in stratford all her life, so she very likely has friends that she may have drifted apart from over the years, but they can always reminisce over their childhoods together (2/?)

hook ups / one night stands - ahh so much easier than dating, eve will take a one night stand over a prolonged experience of feelings any day (4/?)

flirtationship - somebody she lives to tease and poke fun at, but in a far more friendly way than people presume two friends would

#rideintro.#( evie macdonald / about. )

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intoanotherether · 6 years

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Die Alone

I’m going outside to die a little, does anyone need anything while I’m out? was said to no one in particular, just the room, and no one said anything back, well actually, no, someone coughed. So, cough back. No cough back to the cough back. Okay, tough crowd in the coffee shop tonight, yikes, dammit, stand there and look around. It’s healthy to be social, the lady on TV said, try small talk. That was just a bunk first attempt, try: push hair behind ear, yeah, that’s an awesome confident look. Ready, take a chance, say: How many grandparents do you have left? Does anyone here like a nice long hard stare at the wall? ...A passionate fuck on a sand dune? Art? ...No? What an uncultured crowd! Okay, that’s better than boring open-ended questions like What do you like to do in your free time? I hope it’s not waste time, because this question is wasting my time, let’s skip that part, let me riddle you this: Fire or water? Which is the worse way to die? Fun fact: we die a little more every moment. Anyone care to come die with me outside for a second and have coffee on the patio together? ...Okay, what do you like to do in your free time? No one says anything back, not even a cough, just the sound of a ceiling fan pushing silence around.

The decision: die alone instead. Do not let anyone love you. Make life a solo activity, prove independence. Break away. Feel sorry for yourself a little, that’s allowed. Then the sound of a door opening, then retracing steps, “wait, could I have something to-go?” then the sound of a door opening and then heavy wood shaking around a click click of metal. Bye-bye.

Outside, there’s the view of a terribly average looking pedestrian man standing across the street with a cell phone, and see, he’s even daring enough to be talking on that cell phone. There’s nothing very special about him at all, so, that has got to be one big sad drag of a conversation. The other person on the line myst be very brave. The pedestrian man does the whole chirp chirping away thing, chit chat, “he said she said." Nice cell phone, that’s a real cool big boy device. What a thing, what a gadget. Think: where does someone so average learn to make friends? An elevator? A hospital waiting room? In line at the 2001 idiot convention? Who’s he paying?

Someone must have been forced into that one, yikes!

Okay. Get a hobby, fucker. Leave this vicinity, pal. Dying won’t be done in the shared interest of anyone else and especially not with such a painfully average looking pedestrian man. He just exists just to take up space, surely. Such an assumingly unassuming pedestrian man he is, a real prick. Leave that someone alone, have some decency. Give her privacy. She’s chosen to review her feigning existence all on her own now. The decision: everyone else can fuck off, thanks.

The lady on the TV would say, The world just isn’t ready for you yet, but don’t worry, friends are right around the corner! Try being social, she’d say, you wouldn’t don’t want to die alone, would you? She’s never said that Everyone needs to die alone sometimes, at least for a little bit. No one says that. Right now: not a favorable time to be social. Today’s already been messed up, it’s been defiled, and now that pedestrian man across the street is intruding in on this attempt at privacy. How terribly intrusive of him. Don’t wave, now, that’d be too intrusive of you and two wrongs don’t make a right. No, don’t look at him either, that’s way too confrontational. He’s not used to being looked at, obviously, judging by how very average he is, a little too average. He’s so average that he could not possibly catch anyone’s eye; it’d be awfully rude as to even catch a glimpse, he’s not used to that, so, especially don’t look at him: this white T-shirt logo ill-fit blue jean key jingle balding man, off-brand Ray Bans razor burn man. “In it to win it” T-shirt logo man, nothing special. He’s so conventionally conventional that he’s made a statement: there’s no need to look at me, there’s nothing here. Oh, what an unassuming prick.

For even this common typed girl-at-the-supermarket-who-buys-into-the-marketing-schemes-used-by-corporate-companies-who-type-their-food-products-as-“organic”-in-a-way-that-they-have-only-been-clearly-marked-in-big-green-letters-as-**organic**-in-so-that-they-appeal-to-those-who-would-like-to-feel-better-about-where-their-food-comes-“from”-because-that’s-progressive kind of girl to notice a painfully average someone him would have him wondering like Why did she look at me? or Do I say something? Is this a mistake? or How could I have gotten her attention? Is this love? when he realistically couldn’t have gotten her attention in any other way other than talking very loudly on a cellphone right across the street from her. Not exactly a “don’t look, honey” kind of man, but rather a “could I get a pack of Marlboro golds, special blend, no, go up one, the gold pack right there to the left” kind of man. “Just asking, but do these here gas station sexual enhancement pill things really work? Not gonna buy them though, just kinda curious.” He doesn’t say it, but he sure does think it. So, please, don’t look at him. This pedestrian man is just so sadly average that it’d make him question how average he wasn’t being, as if he was doing something weird or bad. A failure on his part, he is very definitely neither.

Don’t look honey.

Okay, I won’t.

Maybe if I hold my breath, I will appear as a statue. Find a steady position to hold; quietly: sit down in patio chair, scoot close to patio table, lace fingers, cross legs. Look up at the traffic light on the corner. It’s the color that makes the cars stop.

Oh, dammit, he’s such a disease. Hey fucker, are you lost? Just build a home and raise a family of likewise fuckers in that patch of sidewalk over there. Oh, the audacity! The statue rolls her eyes. The pedestrian man puts his free-hand-not-cell-phone-hand on his hip and stands there looking like the lost fucker he is, mumbling more than talking, but yelling more than mumbling, and heckling the other person on the line more than anything at all. Oh, my god.

Hey! Robert, what’s up, my good guy friend! Yeah, I didn’t mean to embarrass myself so badly last night, tell me, how bad was I? And don’t even begin to tell me it wasn’t bad, I know it was. I just get so silly... just totally let myself go! Did Carol see? Were there pictures? Please erase the pictures, please don’t show them to me, don’t show anyone. You hear me, don’t show anyone those fucking pictures, Robert. Especially not Carol, how late did she stay? Tell her I’m not that kind of guy, I mean, what kind of guy does a somersault in the living room unprovoked, I’m actually very shy and normal. Oh, Robert, please, don’t tell me I tried to get into the hot tub, no! At least, did anyone come in with me? No? I cried? About what? Hold on, Robert, I think we have an eavesdropper, oh, How intrusive of her! okay, now, look away. Scoff. The traffic light turned the color that made the cars go; the statue blinked. It gave her away.

The pedestrian man stomped on the ground, oh my, what a statement! Okay, sorry. Robert? Robert, are you there? No one can hear us, no worries. Were you worried someone could hear? I sure wasn’t. Were you sure to talk to Carol about my behavior at the party last night? Have you told her that I am indeed actually a shy normal guy and could not be any other kind of guy? No? Well, why the hell not? You work with that beautiful bitch, what do you do, just sit in silence at your goddamn desk in your stupid fucking office all day, not even talking to anyone you work with? Not a goddamn good morning? Good afternoon? Fuck you. I am not a circus animal here for your entertainment! I am human, Robert. I am not something to laugh at, and all you can kiss my a-s-s, especially Carol. It was alright knowing you. Alright, okay, I am done. That’s enough out of me. I’ll talk to you later, have fun in Key West, I’ll be over here in Key East far as f-word away from you; alright, Bye, Fuck you, goodbye. Then the sound of Oh my God I really fucked this one up big time! The wind starts crying. Oh, I give up on Carol, I give up on love. You beautiful bitch! Then the sound a cellphone makes when it crashes on pavement. Find a steady position to hold: the pedestrian man covers his face and the statue dies alone for a moment.

Oh, she was something. I wanted to take her out and hold her hand in public, I wanted people to see us holding hands and I wanted them to wonder about us; I wanted them to see us together and think about us, all because we looked so special together, so perfect, so good, we’d be so happy together that people would look at us and wonder what the secret to love was. Sometimes, I sweat a lot, but I would learn to control it. Discipline myself, buy expensive cologne, start taking B-12 vitamins, start smoking American Spirits, practice crying in a way that does not make me look sad but instead handsomely emotional, maybe start frequenting a bar and getting to know one of the bartenders because that’s probably impressive. I used to look at couples holding hands and think that what they had just wasn’t meant for a sadly average unassuming pedestrian man like me.

It’d be like: Look at us, her and I, having love. To say that I did that with someone. I want to do Love with that beautiful bitch, Love with a capital L. I want to change her car’s oil and buy her a Valentine thing like a cool boyfriend guy. I don’t want to just look at love any more, I want love to be something that looks like me. She made me feel like I could figure all that out. It made me feel so fucking disgusting for just looking at her.

The traffic light turned the color that made the cars stop; the statue blinked.

It gave him away.

It was at that moment he decided that he’d move on, find another very beautiful bitch like Carol, a girl who was even more beautiful and more bitchy but in a good way: like she’d kicked doors open with her foot instead of pushing it open with her hands and spit on the ground sometimes. Carol was kind of homely but very hot at the same time which did confuse him, especially because she always said very strange unusual things like Dying alone is the most romantic thing, I can’t possibly let anyone love me, ever! Maybe I’ll go to more parties and on a few dates and get fucked spontaneously in a home improvement store, hopefully Home Depot, in the screw section because that’s funny; lead some very nice guy on because that sounds powerful and dump him even though we had a chance and he’d be the only boy who ever understood my obsession with Bonsai tree gardening and he’d even gone out and bought a chainsaw for me, just because I love the sound a chainsaw makes, and he’d even rev it up for me when I got all sad. The lady on the TV says it’s healthy to be social, but she never said that could probably be substituted for organic food and making friends with the northeast corner of my room. Sigh. I’m one dreamy bitch.

From across the street: Carol? ...! Is that you over there, saying those very unusual things that turn me on very much? says the wind.

Across from across the street: I’m sorry, did someone very sadly average just say something to me? Sorry, not up for a conversation, I’m trying to die alone right now. Actually, I’ll cut to the chase. Please, shut the fuck up over there.

Carol, hold on, calm it down! Don’t you remember me? Probably not because no one ever remembers me, but I was the guy from that party last night, we were both there, I was that pedestrian man who let himself get all silly, which was out of character for him because he’s actually very shy and normal? I really hope you had a good time.

Hello, oh. I didn’t really have a good time.

Well, apparently, neither was I, being that painfully average looking man crying in the hot tub. But I was just really letting myself go, sometimes, you just have to do it.

Oh. That crying guy alone at the party, that was you.

Crying about what, do you happen to know why?

Crying about what? Or why were you crying? Those are two different questions.

Do you have either answer?

Why? No reason. About what? Something. But for no real reason. And you should be aware that Robert took a lot of pictures.

Fuck!

Carol was at that party last night looking for one of those very cool stylish Berlin boys that could only found in the dance clubs in Europe who do lines of blow off the floor and also off her ass if she’s lucky; someone with very awesome expensive cool guy glasses that she could throw off in a moment of passionate love-making in her uncle’s bathroom at family Christmas, not an average guy who’s idea of a good time was holding hands at a public park, promising her Las Vegas someday when she knew he didn’t have the money. The later was too realistic. People really let themselves do that, they really let themselves get that close to someone. There’s something really terrifying about that, she couldn’t figure out why.

Write down: What does it mean to be close to someone? Walking home together after a night out? And holding hands? Then running ahead of and doing a little twirl in the 2am streetlight because I want to impress them? And they’d be there, just watching, being so impressed by me for doing something so simple as that, so impressed that I just exist in front of them doing a simple little thing? For them to be so impressed by my simplicity, is that what it’s like to be close to someone? What’s so terrifying about that? And why does it make me feel so disgusting for wanting to know what that’s like?

She didn’t expect to find a pedestrian man crying alone in the hot tub last night. It felt really wrong to look at him. It made her want to go home, so, she did. Why? For no real reason.

Oh, look at that poor pedestrian man, crying for no real reason! everyone said. I’m going home, no one said. Carol left without saying bye.

That crying girl alone in her room, that was her. She lets go sometimes, too. Wondering why she won’t let anyone love her, right? Why won’t I let anyone love me? Little sad alone girl hoping Bonsai tree would listen. It always did. Thank you so much for listening. Thank you.

The lady on TV never listens.

She makes me feel really bad.

Look, I hope you die alone if that’s what you really want.

And I hope you die in love if that’s what you really want.

I hope you die alone starving in a hole and no one loves you, you beautiful bitch.

And I hope you die before the person you love so you don’t die alone, you painfully average pedestrian man.

The traffic light turned the color that made the cars go.

This may be your only chance, pedestrian man. Dash in. Do a somersault. Turn the street the color that looks like love.

Die before the person you love so you don’t die alone.

And she dies alone for another second.

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overwatch-chatroom-blog · 7 years

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Overwatch Chatroom: Overprotective Family

Requested by a lovely anon!! Scenario: Can you do a chat between like the crew following the reader who is the youngest of the team on a date with someone who they met in a bookstore and they keep pestering them. -cracks knuckles- hERE I G O also pls be nice to my overwatch OC, Grayson :’^))

yIKES I GOT CARRIED A WAY THIS IS THE LONGEST THING IVE WRITTEN FOR THE BLOG SO FAR Also it got a bit angsty??? What’s up with me and turning something that’s supposed to be happy and funny into angst omg. It’s probably not what anon had in mind when they requested it iM SORRY

- Forest

Looking yourself over in the mirror, a smile found its way on your lips. Nodding in approval at your appearance, you grabbed your wallet and phone. And just in case, a pocket knife. Everyone was taking a break today from missions, and it gave you a good excuse to go on the date you’ve been waiting for since you’ve met Grayson. You accidentally ran into him in a small bookstore once, causing you to attack him Keith apology after apology. He simply smiled at you, calming you down, telling you it was alright.

After introducing yourself, you two chatted for a while, mostly about books, and your favorite authors. He was a lovely eighteen year old boy, with a head full of red hair, freckles scattered about his fave and exposed arms, stunning blue eyes that were filled with joy. Ever since your little encounter at the bookstore, you two exchanged number and kept in contact.

Until a month later, you went on a mission with Bastion, Mei, and Tracer. You were split into two groups, you being with Bastion, the unit became your friend, sharing a love for nature. Bastion protected you in battle, causing some harm to come to the unit, which upset you. Scolding Bastion about how you can take care of yourself.

Scolding him at that moment wasn’t a great idea at the time. Both of you were in the open, talon agents closing in. And when one managed to knock your weapon of your hands, a voice in your head told you this was your end. Bastion was overwhelmed as well. You held onto the units robotic hand, closing your eyes, awaiting whatever was to come.

What came next was the pained screaming of the talon agents, and the sound of fire. Opening your (e/c) eyes you were met with the sight of flailing, and burning talon agents. Apparently they didn’t know what stop, drop, and roll was as they fell to the ground, lifeless. A figure dressed in all black, a white mask with black eyes came into view, flamethrower in hand.

Bastion beeped out a warning to the stranger, standing directly in front of you. Instead of him starting his flamethrower, a familiar voice called out; “Y/n?” Walking to stand next to Bastion, the one dressed in black removed the mask, a pair of blue eyes met yours. His name left your lips, “Grayson?!” Smiling sheepishly he rubbed the back of his neck, him having to explain everything to you, while Bastion stood protectively next you you, making Grayson uncomfortable.

That was was six months ago, and not too long ago he asked you out on a date. With a smile you accepted it. Bastion was the only one who knew of Grayson, keeping tabs on your relationship with him, like a strict father watching his child fall in love. The unit watched you walk out of your room, dressed in your nicest clothes. But first you had to tell Winston where you were going, what you didn’t want was him telling everyone what you were doing.

Winston has started a chatroom. 76, Reaper, Zarya, Hanzo, Genji, Tracer, Mei, Lucio, Roadhog, Junkrat, McCree, Phara, Ana, Symmetra, D.Va, Mercy, Widowmaker, Zenyatta, Reinhardt, and Torbjörn has logged on.

Winston: Just to inform everyone. Y/n is going out on a date.

Torbjörn: WHAT

Reinhardt: They are far too young.

Winston: Y/n is seventeen.

D.Va: BUT THEY DIDNT TELL ME?!

McCree: WHO EVER IS GOING ON THIS DATE WITH THEM BETTER NOT HURT THEM.

Tracer: AND YOU DIDNT QUESTION WHO THEY WERE GOING ON A DATE WITH?

Winston: And why would I ask them?

D.Va: BECAUSE WHAT IF THEYRE DATING A WANTED CRIMINAL!?

Junkrat: OI

D.Va: whoops, sorry Jamie, Mako.

Roadhog: it’s fine.

Winston: It was non of my business.

Mercy: Why did y/n tell you this and not everyone else?

Winston: Remember the rule.

Mercy: Ah, right. If anyone is ever leaving the base for any reason, we tell you.

Lucio: OKAY BUT WHAT IF Y/N’S DATE IS A TALON AGENT POSING AS A YOUNG GUY!?

Zarya: Calm down. I am sure they are fine.

Widowmaker: He does have a point.

Tracer: WINSTON THEYRE ONLY SEVENTEEN

Winston: I feel attacked.

76: Did y/n tell you where they are going?

Winston: Yes.

McCree: TELL US???

McCree: THATLL BE USEFUL

Winston: I do no feel comfortable telling you guys their date plan..

Zenyatta: If I may interfere. Y/n tells Bastion everything. I could ask Bastion if they have mention anything about a date.

Zarya: What if that chunk of metal is lying?

Hanzo: There is no time for this, Zarya.

Zarya: fine.

D.Va: wait how is Zen typing?

Winston: I modified the phone I gave him.

D.Va: oh

Zenyatta: Bastion says y/n is going to the new cafe in the middle of town. I believe it is called Rainy Day Cafe.

D.Va: I’m hurt.

Genji: Why?

D.Va: bECAUSE Y/N DIDNT TELL ME ANYTHING ABOUT THIS MYSTERIOUS BOY?!?!?!?

Reaper: I’m already at the cafe.

Lucio: I thought you didn’t care about y/n?

Junkrat: Aw, you do care!

Reaper: Shut it. Both of you.

Tracer: DO YOU SEE THE GUY!!

Tracer: DOES HE LOOK SUSPICIOUS?!

Reaper: I don’t see them yet.

Widowmaker: I’m on my way out.

McCree: So am I.

Symmetra: Do not bring your weapons.

Widowmaker: Just to make sure.

McCree: If he’s part of talon, then it can’t hurt.

Reaper: I see them now.

D.Va: WHAT DOES HE LOOK LIKE

Roadhog: is he a threat?

Reaper: Don’t make y/n go on dates.

D.Va: Why?

Reaper: They’re seventeen but this boy doesn’t look like a teenager.

Zenyatta: Bastion told me that he is a teenager.

Genji: Has Bastion met him?

Zenyatta: It appears so.

Reaper: He’s a red head.

D.Va: We need more details

Hanzo: No we don’t.

Reaper: He’s wearing a tight shirt. Probably showing off his muscles to Y/n.

Symmetra: Or he’s trying to intimidate our dear sunshine.

Junkrat: Want me to throw a bomb at him?

McCree: He’s right next to y/n.

Roadhog: y/n is too close to him.

Junkrat: So what I’m getting is that it’s alright to throw a bomb at him, but he needs to be far away from y/n. ‘Aight.

Genji: Don’t throw a bomb at the boy.

Reaper: He looks like he’s hiding something.

Ana: I’m by the cafe.

76: so am I.

Genji: did all of you just leave?

Torbjörn: I am concerned about my little y/n, but I stayed.

Reinhardt: This is a serious matter.

Genji: Y/n is not going to die.

Zarya: The boy could be a talon agent.

McCree: and if he’s a talon agent?

Widowmaker: Just to make sure he doesn’t pull out a gun at y/n.

Mei: I could freeze him if he pulls anything dangerous and stupid.

Mercy: REAPER I CANT BELIEVE YOURE WEARING YOUR GEAR, THEYLL SEE YOU.

Reaper: And you’re not?

Mercy: If he’s a talon agent then we call all take him down.

Zenyatta: He’s not a talon agent

Ana: I KNEW IT, LIGHTS OUT FOR THIS PUNK

Phara: WAIT MOM.

Ana: WHAT

Phara: Zen said he’s not a talon agent

Ana: Oh.

Zenyatta: Grayson saved both y/n and bastion on a mission some months ago.

Zarya: Y/N WAS ALONE WITH THAT BASTION UNIT?

Tracer: No! Mei and I were there!!

Zarya: THEN WHY WERENT YOU WITH THEM?

Mei: We decided to split up into two groups!

Hanzo: If it wasn’t for Grayson they could’ve both died.

Mei: We were also cornered, we didn’t know they were in danger until we got to them.

Tracer: The talon agents were burned to a crisp.

McCree: Burned?

Reinhardt: What kind of weapon could burn someone?

Symmetra: Does he have some kind of power?

Zenyatta: He owns a flamethrower.

D.Va: ANOTHER REASON WHY WE SHOULD NOT TRUST HIM

Mei: Yes. Y/n only told us about someone saving them. They didn’t tell us it was Grayson.

Tracer: We didn’t want to say anything else because they were pretty shaken up about it.

Mercy: Let’s just follow them for now.

Phara: They’re ready to leave the cafe.

Mercy: This part of town is always busy, don’t lose sight of them.

76: I’ll always have them in my sights.

McCree: They’re going into an apartment building???

Widowmaker: They’re at his apartment door.

Roadhog: I’ll throw my hook at him.

Symmetra: what if you hit y/n with it?

Roadhog: hmm.

D.Va: NOPE HES NOT GETTING INTO MY BEST FRIENDS PANTS

Symmetra: Don’t jump to conclusions, Hana

Lucio: BUT WHAT IF HE IS??!?!

D.Va has added Y/n to the chat.

D.Va: BOI IF YOU DONT LEAVE THAT BOYS APARTMENT RIGHT N O W

Mercy: Y/n if that boy is planning to do some cruel things to you, you better get out of his apartment this instant!

76: Young Lady!

McCree: Explain to us, right now.

Reinhardt: GO BACK TO THE BASE, Y/N

Ana: WHO IS THE BOY AND WHY HAVENT YOU MENTIONED HIM?

Widowmaker: Are you sure he is not a talon agent?

Reaper: I’m coming to get you.

Genji: Gabriel, leave y/n alone.

Hanzo: You didn’t have to actually forcefully grab them.

Mercy: OH MY GOD HE HAS THE FLAMETHROWER.

Genji: Guys don’t attract attention!

Ana: HES THE ONE WHOS ATTRACTING ATTENTION!

Hanzo: To be honest, it was Gabriel.

Reaper: I did not.

Mei: HE IS ALSO THE ONE WHO PULLED OUT THE FLAMETHROWER. HE MELTED MY ICE WALL.

Zenyatta: Oh dear.

Junkrat: IM THROWING THE BOMB

Mercy: JUNKRAT NO

Tracer: oh my god Zarya knocked out Junkrat

Tracer: OH MY GOD HE ALMOST BURNED ME

Mei: Hanzo summoned his dragons.

Genji: You could’ve left them alone.

Tracer: oh my god Jack knocked him out.

Reaper: WHAT THE F UCK IS WRONG WITH ALL OF YOU!?

Reaper: This is y/n by the way.

76: where did Gabe take you?

Symmetra: And why are you using his phone?

Reaper: BECAUSE HE TOKE MINE AWAY. AND HE TOKE ME BACK TO THE BASE???

Reaper: When I planned on telling you guys about Grayson I was expecting something less vIOLENT THAN YOU YOU GUYS PULLED.

Mei: You’re the youngest one on the team! And I guess,, we got a bit carried away.

Reaper: A BIT IS AN UNDERSTATEMENT

Zarya: I get that you are mad but we are overprotective of you.

McCree: We had to make sure.

Reaper: AND YOU COULDVE DONE A SIMPLE BACKGROUND CHECK KN HIM ON THE COMPUTER!?

Reaper: I get it, bUT OH MY GOD HE WANTED ME TO MEET HIS PARENTS, HANA

D.Va: Yikes™

Reaper: Edge lord wants his phone bakcishifhf

Reaper: She’s grounded, no questions.

Reaper has left the chatroom.

Y/n: He has shitty hiding spots.

Y/n: and I refuse to be grounded fOR SOMETHING AS STUPID AS THIS

Y/n: JACK HOW BAD DID YOU HURT GRAYSON

76: I just knocked him out.

Y/n: Honestly guys, I’m part of overwatch, why can you trust me when I go out alone? I can take care of myself. And I did plan on telling you guys.

Y/n has left the chatroom.

Genji: They seem upset.

Zenyatta: Young Y/n is arguing with Gabriel right now. And I expect you to apologize to them. Also bring young Grayson home and explain everything to his parents.

Zenyatta: Bastion will be in front of y/n’s door for the rest of the day, and maybe the night.

Zenyatta has left the chatroom.

Ana: I can’t believe we acted so childish.

Ana has left the chatroom

Reinhardt: Y/n is seventeen, almost at legal age to live in their own, we should have trusted them for just one day.

Reinhardt has left the chatroom. Torbjön has left the chatroom.

Zarya: Hardt is right.

Zarya has left the chatroom. 76 has left the chatroom.

D.Va: before everyone leaves!

D.Va: we have to make it up to both Y/n and Grayson.

Lucio: what do we do?

D.Va: set up an actual date for them. Everyone has to pitch in though.

Hanzo: That could work.

D.Va: we should also stay with them.

Genji: Why?

Lucio: It’s a date, Hana

Junkrat: Kinda ruins the idea of a date, mate.

Roadhog: Why?

D.Va: They wanted us to meet Grayson right?

Mercy: that’s a wonderful idea, Hana!

Mei: Oh!

Tracer: This is our chance to make things right!!

Phara: well for the ones who started attacking Grayson.

Symmetra: you almost released your missiles.

Phara: ..Alright everyone should help plan this.

McCree: It’s settled then.

McCree has left the chatroom. Tracer has left the chatroom. Phara has left the chatroom. Symmetra has left the chatroom. Mei has left the chatroom. Junkrat has left the chatroom. Roadhog has left the chatroom. Lucio has left the chatroom. D.Va has left the chatroom. Hanzo had left the chatroom. Genji has left the chatroom. Zarya has left the chatroom. Mercy has left the chatroom. Widowmaker has left the chatroom.

Winston: Why do people always make everything so difficult?

Winston has closed the chatroom.

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((Terrible and Saness discuss the recent trouble she’s been having with her guardian and possible solutions to those problems. There are a few trigger warnings for this chat, including head stuff, manipulation, mind control, amnesia, suicide (sorta), and death in general.))

flippinOptimist[WIR] - Today at 11:23 AM FO: chirp? Saness (sanesspsuede) - Today at 11:24 AM SP: Sorry, I was distracted by a musical interlude. SP: I was gonna ask "what do you want to know" but you'd probably have a hard time forming specific questions without something to base it on. SP: So, uh, you wanted to know why that strategy was the strategy I've got going. I'm not actually set on it because I don't like it as a plan, but I will probe my options before taking action y'know? Even the ones that suck. SP: Anyway, Anista is a golem or something. SP: And it sucks. flippinOptimist[WIR] - Today at 11:30 AM FO: totally, checking out your options is the smart thing even if some of the options are horrible bullshit. you wont know exactly how bad an idea they are if you dont check FO: i usually bring up the worst idea first when im tryin to solve my own problems, just so i can cross it off the list... FO: that does suck. i could tell there was something going on in her, but ive got no idea whats in there. FO: was she always a golem? Saness (sanesspsuede) - Today at 11:34 AM SP: I think so. I'm guessing a little bit on that part. Context says probably, because I did a thing and almost got wiped so she got replaced with a Brand New Anista Golem that functioned like she used to, meaning that she's acting like a full person again instead of a zombie. flippinOptimist[WIR] - Today at 11:53 AM FO: uh, yikes FO: you okay there? FO: and who or what replaced her? Saness (sanesspsuede) - Today at 11:55 AM SP: I'm... uh, yeah. SP: It's just a thing. SP: As for the who/what in charge of replacing her, I'm not quite sure. They're a lot bigger than me, but I'm not willing to say "horrorterror" without evidence. I'm not experienced enough to tell. So, for now, it remains a mystery. SP: If you meant "what is she now" then the answer is "a seemingly normal troll who is constantly keeping tabs on me and probably ready to dropkick my pan at the slightest provocation." flippinOptimist[WIR] - Today at 12:01 PM FO: misc eldritch thing #1 it is FO: yikes, thats p shitty FO: if i ever catch you acting different, do you want to give preemptive permission for me to sneak over and try to return you to this state? FO: or like, to come check and make sure any changes are Legit Things You Wanted And Are Fine With Saness (sanesspsuede) - Today at 12:03 PM SP: That would be pretty great, if you don't mind. flippinOptimist[WIR] - Today at 12:04 PM FO: fuckin anytime, dude, ill set myself a timer to peek at your blog once a week. make sure to delete the logs of this convo in case she peeks at your computer FO: okay so, something happened, and she wound down enough that she stopped working. but then something else happened, and now shes back. FO: is she winding down again, or is she going to stay at full capacity? FO: did the thing that put her together like this get distracted and wander off forever, or did it wander off and then come back? Saness (sanesspsuede) - Today at 12:10 PM SP: There is no evidence suggesting that she is in a state of decline, presently. She was fine and seemingly normal for the entirety of three sweeps before she turned into the zombie fake-o person. My current hypothesis is that she... wears out? Like a timer, or an old battery or something. SP: The thing that did this obviously isn't hanging out 24/7 or I probably wouldn't be me already. I think Anista-Golem is like a watchdog or something for whatever-the-fuck eldritch doodad the first. SP: A lot of that is gonna be speculation; I don't know much about the big guy. flippinOptimist[WIR] - Today at 12:14 PM FO: yeeahh...(edited) FO: yeah you need out of there dude FO: and you need out of there in a way that they wont notice FO: so i can see why the death thing is a thing FO: i wish id known about this while you were still seery, then i coulda asked some questions an gotten pokey about a lotta fuckin FO: theres a lotta unknowns here and a lotta things that Could branch how this goes If they are true FO: ... shit is p whack, friend. anythin i can do to help i will Saness (sanesspsuede) - Today at 12:18 PM SP: Thanks, Terrible. I really do appreciate it. flippinOptimist[WIR] - Today at 12:22 PM FO: this one time my life sucked total ass, and someone was nice to me at exactly the right time. and i decided that maybe being nice to people wasnt stupid, and that it was nice that there were people like that around. so i decided to be someone like that. FO: this shit is exactly why. Saness (sanesspsuede) - Today at 12:23 PM SP: It's a good attitude, in my opinion. I prefer to help people when I can. SP: Before I go on about my plan to get out of here, there's a bit more to this yet, of the things I know. SP: One of the reasons I trust my death-note-suggestion from the future-past is because, like I said, I almost got wiped. SP: If I hadn't been all godly when it happened, it might've worked. Probably would have. SP: Anyway SP: I was getting erased, or blocked, or something (gross and weird) because I was messing with a mind wall (maybe?) and I got caught. SP: So maybe I need to disconnect from whatever I'm tethered to. SP: It's what I'm guessing, anyway. I'd prefer not to do the dying thing, obviously. flippinOptimist[WIR] - Today at 12:24 PM FO: B( FO: yeah, obvs. FO: im guessin you respawned once, but also dont remember parts of the anon? FO: is there other stuff that feels not solid? FO: the healer chick would need a small piece a you but hair or blood would probably do it, and she could rez you from a distance on command after that. shed just need to know when Saness (sanesspsuede) - Today at 12:41 PM SP: Most of the not-solid is from my memories. I don't remember a lot of stuff, it seems. Other stuff has to do with Anista and the generator. SP: Oh wait. SP: The generator. That's an okay idea. In tandem, not separately. SP: I'd need to put Anista out of commission for a bit though. Hm. SP: Can you tell me a little about the healer lady? I trust you, but I've never spoken to her I don't think. Is she a God Tier as well? flippinOptimist[WIR] - Today at 12:43 PM FO: yeah. shes a meenah, Meenah Peixes FO: long story short she lives in sparks's universe, and she's kinda low key and staying out of the spotlight. ��does a lotta bakin, some healin for pay. FO: shes kinda mercenary but i think she cares about dudes once they catch her interest, which most dont FO: the universe shes in has legal limes, crimsons, and wings, and no caste system, so theres no problems on the mutant front FO: i could vouch to be there and supervise 100% of the rez process if you trust me enough for that an itd help any Saness (sanesspsuede) - Today at 1:00 PM SP: I don't know if that will help any, but I appreciate the offer and I'll keep it in mind. SP: I considered whether or not, as a Prince of Mind, you'd be able to bust shit up so I could skip the not-being-alive part, but that seems less likely to work and more likely to get you smooshed by the eldritch fucko. SP: Besides this stuff, I'm trying to convince a pal of mine to go off-world with me before they fuck up and start a sgrub session. SP: None of my timeframes are defined, so it all feels kinda like it has to be done immediately. Am I gonna get wiped? Is my friend gonna blow up this Alternia? I don't know what's happening first. SP: I think I'm rambling now, sorry. SP: More useful thing, practical type. Do you know the charging rates on resurrection? SP: Which is a funny sentence, by the way. flippinOptimist[WIR] - Today at 1:04 PM FO: fightin an eldritch fucko would be a heck of a fight, but its one id give a go. ive done it before, ive pulled that kinda shit outta dudes heads. theres a big variance on how big an individual eldritch fucko happens to be though, so its a thing to take super fuckin seriously before blunderin straight into FO: if anybody could cut a mind connection, id probably be able to though FO: ramblin makes sense, and bein in a hurry makes sense too. why is your friend on the verge of startin a sgrub session? do they like, know not to? -- flippinOptimist began sending file : meenahsfliersarefuckinweird.pdf -- (( a 2-page document, where the first is a classy menu for baked goods with a catering section at the bottom, and the second is a matching menu for healing by injury type with a 'special requests on case by case basis' section at the bottom. It lists reviving as a special request. )) FO: i think she bases it partly on what a dude can scrape together, but idk FO: theres a chance sparks might be willin to help (or meddle) for free, but hes got an M!A rn thats fuckin up his ability to do things Saness (sanesspsuede) - Today at 1:17 PM [ sanessPsuede downloaded meenahsfliersarefuckinweird.pdf ] SP: Oh hey, great, thanks. SP: I don't know how close she is to starting one, because she's not answering any of my messages. SP: I'll probably have to hunt her down in person. I figure she can't start a game if I get her out of the zone for a bit. SP: Maybe delay the inevitable. SP: Fex is a cool dude. You and he have some stuff in common there. SP: I haven't been able to tell my friend not to yet, obviously. I don't think she took it seriously when I told her about it before. flippinOptimist[WIR] - Today at 1:23 PM FO: good luck delayin it, an talkin your friend outta it FO: sgrub is somethin you can make the best outta, f you get stuck in it, but uh FO: a lot of it sucks real bad Saness (sanesspsuede) - Today at 1:27 PM SP: It's probably more efficient SP: to see if dying works SP: rather than engaging in a risky conflict unprepared SP: Side note! SP: Thoughts on how to break a mental connection to a thing that is not a person? SP: Like the Anista puppet or a wall. SP: If there's not a mind, can there even be a link? flippinOptimist[WIR] - Today at 1:41 PM FO: efficient isnt really a good word when somebodys life is on the line, and id still risk it. its more about whats most likely to work i think. FO: i think worrying about whether or not something is a person is more of a soul / heart thing FO: if it has a mind, thats close enough FO: theres plenty of bugs that are too simple for me to be able to get a read on FO: and a couple a computer programs that are almost something enough, that i cant quite reach FO: but i peeked at her and saw that she existed and that there was stuff, if i was careful enough i might be able to unplug somethin FO: i think info processing and the ability to choose between outcomes is the big thing. ideally in some kind of.. complex..ish way, naut just a simple if statement Saness (sanesspsuede) - Today at 2:07 PM SP: What about a literal wall? Something completely mindless. Could something eldritch-y make a connection to it? flippinOptimist[WIR] - Today at 2:11 PM FO: never seen one! one way to find out though B) Saness (sanesspsuede) - Today at 2:22 PM SP: :D SP: Okay, I'm gonna see about getting in touch with Meenah. No point waiting around. SP: It's efficient, and probably more effective. SP: I'm not inclined to gamble with more than my own neck if I can avoid it. SP: Risk to result ratio says dying is the way to live SP: while causing the least amount of harm, probably flippinOptimist[WIR] - Today at 2:25 PM FO: if youre sure dude FO: for what its worth, if you go into a death knowin its comin and bein okay w knowin youre (probably) comin out the other side, its naut as aaaaaaaaAAAAa as it is when its a surprise and also a big upsetting disruption FO: its still kinda A Fuckin Thing, but FO: its possible to get over it, more n most ways of death comin by Saness (sanesspsuede) - Today at 2:29 PM SP: Okay, I'm not really sure, but the alternative worries me a lot and putting other people at risk jangles my moral compass pretty hard flippinOptimist[WIR] - Today at 2:30 PM FO: man, if you ever godtier, you're definitely gonna run into problems w the heroic thing Saness (sanesspsuede) - Today at 2:35 PM SP: Just means I'd be a normal dude with super powers. One life, one death. Seems fair. SP: And sucky. SP: No thank you, Sgrub. flippinOptimist[WIR] - Today at 2:43 PM FO: yeah, p much.

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