"corrupted by the bloodcurse" um no it's a MAGIC sword and a FAMILY HEIRLOOM. no it doesn't moan with blood cravings, it just likes to be USEFUL. it doesn't whisper seductively to me in my sleep, it is simplying providing me with REASSURANCE and SOFTLY SUNG LULLABIES.
occasionally i think about my motherās best friend, who at one point built a whole ikea shelf well trialing some new sleeping medicine and had absolutely 0 memory of it after the fact
This post made me laugh lmfao and then it inspired this:
Danny would do anything, anything, to get a good nightās sleep and some freaking money. As much as he looooved- note the sarcasm- his minimum wage job that barely covered the cost of his tuition, heās in desperate need of funds. If he had to survive on boxed Mac nā Cheese, as good as it is, for another week, Danny might actually consider taking over the world.
Lo and behold, Gothamās on brand shady ass pharmaceutical companies offered $500 to people who would trial their new sleep medication. Danny, being new to the city and desperate, had no idea that any medication not from Wayne Enterprises had a 70% chance of fatality and/or caused some horrible brainwashing side effect. To be fair⦠Danny couldnāt exactly get dead-er. Well, maybe his human side could die but it sure as hell wouldnāt be from a pill that didnāt contain blood blossoms.
So he took the plunge, and entered the trial. Oddly enough, they gave him the money first.
Danny shrugged, popped the pill in his mouth, and went home. After stopping by the grocery store to grab snacks, of course. After that⦠well, his mind went blank.
Which leads to now, as Danny blinked back into consciousness. He sat up from his wonderful couch and promptly did a double take.
Dannyās apartment was kind of bare before. Now? Thereās new shelving- that he did not remember putting together mind you- and an assortment of random furniture cluttered around his studio.
The most damning, most bamboozling, part of his new surroundings were the fucking Gotham vigilantes tied up on his floor. They stared at him. Danny gawked back.
āā¦Did you guys steal my hello kitty bandaids?!ā
āā
āThe meds were supposed to do what?!ā
āCause you to go it to a homicidal rage and murder everyone,ā Red Hood grumbled, placing a cold pack of peas on the bruises he allegedly got from Danny. āOr kill you. Everyone else died, at least.ā
Whoops.
āBut for you, it apparently translates to a maniac need to build and fix things,ā Spoiler snickered. āLike injured vigilantes. Thanks for the band-aids, dude!ā
Danny groaned. Only him.
āā
āSo, why do your eyes glow green?ā Spoiler asked, once he gave all the info he had on the company to the vigilantes. Red Hood stilled.
Danny shrugged.
āI died and came back wrong. Itās a thing.ā
Danny ignored the way Red Hoodās helmeted head snapped up to look at him and Spoilerās sharp look in favor of cradling his new ice cream.
At least high-off-his-rockers Danny knew where his priorities laid.
āDonāt ask me how I died,ā he muttered, shoving a spoonful of Rocky Road ice cream into his mouth. āItās rude.ā
Okay. I havent been on tumblr for many a month. A fanfic? Off MY post? Hello?? How long ago even was this????????? Am i seeing this correctly do i need my eyes checked??
Jason calls Dick "Duckie" from time to time. Some people think it's a mock of Nightwing's eagle symbol.
But the truth is, one day they were texting and Jason sent "Duckie" instead of "Dickie", and Dick liked the nickname so much that convinced Jason to call him like that. Dick's contact in Jason's phone is "Duckie š¦"
everybody has that one wizard friend in the friend group, and even though they're always casting spells, it's okay to flirt with them a little bit every now and then. just because they're all powerful and constantly uttering incantations doesn't mean they don't want to be flattered. The next time your wizard friend is conjuring something you can let them know you think they're pretty. You don't have to of course, I just think they'd appreciate it
A while back my pharmacist saw my deadname on my profile and accidentially called it out, he corrected and deleted my deadname from the system so only my preferred name shows up now. There was a crowd of people behind me, so as he hands over the pills he apologized, in equal tone and volume as when he called my deadname and lied saying it's been a long day and he didn't mean to call out -his own- name. I quietly told him it was fine and he didn't need to do that for my sake.
His response: "No, it's my name now."
I went to the pharmacist yesterday, his nametag is my deadname. He informed me he's immigrating and in the process he's changed his first name to my deadname to have an English sounding name. That's why he's now able to get a reprint of his nametag to be my deadname. And repeated, with the intense seriousness of someone who is going to die on this hill: "It's mine now. Not yours. I'm taking." His tone indicated that decision is final.
Bro literally deadnamed me once, and has committed to flat out stealing my deadname. It's his now. Legally. Officially. I over heard his co-workers call him by the name.
occasionally i think about my motherās best friend, who at one point built a whole ikea shelf well trialing some new sleeping medicine and had absolutely 0 memory of it after the fact
had a random thought at almost 3 am so im just dumping it here.
so i struggle with depression (shocking i know) and occasionally thoughts about being worthless and the like pop up, but iāve come to a realization. its ok if history doesnāt remember me, its ok if iām forgotten, because i know i am alive, and Iāll know i was.
i witnessed my own existence and experienced the world in my own way, and even if humanity forgets me, the universe will remember, and so will i. i created art, i laughed, i played games, i cried, i sang, i have provided comfort and received it. and iām still young, i have plenty of time to continue doing so, and i will.
i donāt care if history doesnāt value me, because even with all my self-hatred, i valued me, and thats enough i guess.