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@userhirsch
#USERHIRSCH ─ a private, independent & selective portrayal of Suc.cessions GREGORY "GREG" HIRSCH as written by ASH (23, SHE/THEY).
visit carrd before interacting. 21+. OC & multiverse friendly. personals dni.
CARRD. INTEREST TRACKER. MEMES. PROMO. STARTER CALLS. WISHLIST. WANTED OPPOSITES.
i'm FINALLY done with everything and can have my peace. tomorrow I'll be getting my Wi-Fi set up (currently surviving on mobile data) and then i'll respond to all those replies <3 how is everyone?
i'll sleep in my new apartment for the first time tomorrow!!! 🥹 it's going to be the last day of putting in the kitchen and the rest of my stuff !!!! i can't believe i'll be done with everything TOMORROW AHHHHH
only one week until i'm in my new apartment !!!! 😭😭 I got some help with disassembling my old furniture, so I'm currently without anything else other than my new mattress and my air fryer LMAO. there's boxes with clothes & stuff i'm keeping around me and it's making me feel uncomfortable cause I hate not having space!!! AHHHHH
for anyone interested.... 👀
hey!!! just wanted to give a quick update that replies are going to be slower than usual cause I'm in the middle of my moving process and it's draining me a lot more than I thought it would 😭😭 I have to get up early on the weekend to pickup stuff and then clean a lot.. but I will try to get things going after that <3 I hope everyone is doing alright !! of course, as always, I encourage mutuals to come bug me on discord..
heelloo !! gonna be here for god knows how long in a few hours. I was too tired to finish things recently.
🌺 send this to ten blogs you think are wonderful 🌺
AHHHHHH <3<3<3 yours is wonderful too !!!!! thank you so much , you are literally the cutest
𝑝̲𝑎̲𝑡̲𝑟̲𝑜̲𝑛̲ 𝑠̲𝑎̲𝑖̲𝑛̲𝑡̲ 𝑜̲𝑓̲ 𝑠̲𝑖̲𝑙̲𝑒̲𝑛̲𝑐̲𝑒̲
you are the patron saint of empty spaces, cavernous rooms, moments that last for days. for some people, the emptiness is horrible, something that they need to fill: you, its patron, try to search within it for peace. There is nothing there. there is never anything there. even the emptiness is not a presence of its own. the only thing there is you.
tagged by: @unhirsch
tagging: @redvipersz @andtheylive @7mplications @septicrinse @formerfirstson
What is it that you actually do? Hm, good question.
At first, her sudden interest got a stammer out of him—he didn't expect her genuinely asking about his purpose in the company, let alone speaking another word to him, basically.
"I mean, I–I work here as an assistant. I know that's like, far from being an analyst." Greg returned with amusement. "Yeah, I, uh, work for Tom. That's actually where I was just coming from–his office." He referred to the door with a finger point. "I don't even.. really remember what I wanted to do.. but that's totally irrelevant, I think."
After this, Greg broke eye contact and looked down at their hands. It wasn't a long stare–no need to underline that he was in awe of her presence. A quick moment, then they were face to face again. "Right. I guess I should apologize to you then," he started out. "I don't know why I lied, or..tried to lie–I know I'm really bad at it," he added to make light of what happened.
"But.. I can definitely try to find the person you are looking for, so that you can get back to your important stuff. If you'd like a coffee, I can get that for you too!" He reached for the papers that she had flipped through, taking another brief look at them for himself. "I can promise you, the coffee machine and I, we're familiar, so I'm practically useful here, and you're the guest.." Greg smiled. "Can you tell me something about you, maybe? Might be helpful.."
"you're tom's guy, huh? i think you probably emailed one of my assistants then." she had assistants for all aspects of her life. it was the only way she could possibly stay on top of everything. as for tom, she didn't know him as well as she knew the rest of the roys. "i met him for like five minutes at the wedding." she'd had a generally professional relationship with him since, but honestly she thought he reeked of social climber.
heidi shook her head, "you don't need to apologize. i like the balls. the lying makes you more interesting to me." the lie made him worth her attention.
"what to tell you about me..." heidi mused. she hadn't expected to be asked about herself, but she also loved to talk about herself so she certainly didn't mind at all. she got up off the table, as if she was going to start a presentation on herself. in a way she was, she was just like that. "well, you already know who i am and you've probably seen me on the news." she wasn't going to go more in depth into that. but if he asked, she wasn't going to talk about the obvious. "but i'm german so i'm just going to be blunt. i'm a shark, i'm not here for shitty numbers. i'm not going to invest in an organization that's going to flop."
He's grateful for the crumbs he's given, he really is, cause those crumbs might lead him to an independent future, who knows? He shouldn't complain about codependency at the office, especially not to strangers. The name she used to refer to him though, he's undoubtedly tired of hearing. This job got him a title–and being called it (or some other version of it) was a blessing and a curse.
"Yup, you've got me. Tom's guy." Greg put his hands up, grimacing back at her. "I'm not sure about the emails, though. I mean.. your name's not unfamiliar to me, I know that." He's laid eyes on too many mails lately, there was a good chance he might have remembered who she was from one of them. However, her appearance was new to him, and he didn't feel like interrupting with that when she was in front of him talking so confidently about her life — might as well let her do her thing.
She just said there's no need to apologize for lying, which he didn't even know how to feel about. It's certainly not unheard of around here–it's how people connect. Still, lying was associated with pure stress for Greg.
"Oh my God, the wedding, yes. That was..an unforgettable party." Greg scratched the back of his neck; the corner of his lips curled up slightly. "Wait, is that what brought you here? The guy who should've been meeting up with you right now — maybe you pitched something to him, or..." A shrug. "I don't know, someone had to talk, right? Making the company look good and all that, there's got to be a reason you're here.." He breathed out. "I won't ramble on, I promise. I don't know business deals like that."
@thecuratxr / Roman Godfrey has sent a texting meme. always accepting!
[ text from Roman Godfrey ] : are you alive or just ignoring me with flair?
[ sent to @ Roman Godfrey ] : yeah, i'm alive, I think?
[ sent to @ Roman Godfrey ] : NOT ignoring you I promise!!!
[ sent to @ Roman Godfrey ] : but to be honest, you scare me a little..
[ sent to @ Roman Godfrey ] : you're cool 👍
[sms -> Hirsch]: so which is it? [sms -> Hirsch]: am I cool or scary? [sms -> Hirsch]: don't be a pussy greg. Come on. Commit to one or the other [sms -> Hirsch]: oh [sms -> Hirsch]: i'm glad you're not dead or whatever, btw
[ sent to @ Roman Godfrey ] : ??????
[ sent to @ Roman Godfrey ] : You know that this doesn't mean you can only be either one or the other, right?
[ sent to @ Roman Godfrey ] : you are a bit of both, I guess?
[ sent to @ Roman Godfrey ] : I'm still mad because you didn't pick up the phone last night. Don't think I forget!!!!!
PRIVATE dash game in celebration of @redvipersz' OC birthday ❪ oct, 31th ❫ .ᐟ 👀
basically: show off your muse's costume to her halloween-themed birthday party!
GREGORY 'GREG' HIRSCH as DRACULA
thank you lovely for tagging me in this <3 It's such a cute idea and lowkey i'm obsessed with this!
𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙸𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴?
Black; love as healing
'Your love is the carefully tilled soil of last year's garden. In that way, loving you is rich with possibilities and growth. You are a quiet weekend night, as the stars begin to wink down at you. You sit, you listen, you reflect. Perhaps in the past you've been misunderstood, maybe by yourself. Everything has the potential for love. Love is a promise for you.'
Tagged by: @unhirsch Tagging: @7mplications @sheantipaxos @heartsbreaking @formerfirstson @septicrinse <3
A rushed nod again and again at their assumption - quite hectic looking. "Yes! Yes, actually," Greg added. "It's poetry, like you've said!" Honestly, after saying it out loud, he was without an idea of why exactly he thought of this piece first when quoting. They were his work crush, and being near them, he felt the pressure on himself to find conversational topics that might impress them.
Not only to impress them - at the same time he was genuinely eager to learn more about their interests aside from work.
"No, really, I just got a bit bored at home after work, y'know? And I remembered us talking about that one book you like last week." His shoulders raised; he couldn't remember the title. "I got a little curious, did a little digging. Though I admit I haven't found something that really.. speaks to me yet."
to be honest , they were surprised with the amount of effort he was showing to them - as if there was something in his brain that clicked & he suddenly was into the things that they were into , which wasn't weird at all , but refreshing in a sense . billie knew that they were his work crush - considering that he makes it incredibly evident - but they weren't upset by it , in fact . at least he showed interest in them , unlike someone they knew . " you've been reading poetry ? " their voice is up an octave , brows furrowing in as their hand is stuffed into their pocket , showing off a bout of curiosity - humming to themselves as they're trying to figure out what caused this side of him . " that's .. interesting . "
billie doesn't get close to anyone , much less someone like greg : in case that wasn't apparent enough , however , if he was trying , then they'd have no excuse not to , right ? right .
" that one book i like , " spoken in an incredulous tone , billie laughs softly , their face softening up as they're wanting to hear the title of said book coming out of his mouth , but by the looks of it - he seemed stumped . " is it called twenty love poems & a song of despair ? " one of their favorites - written by pablo neruda , they never once forgot about it . " no ? that's shocking . "
Of course, they would shut his attempt to form a connection somewhat. He blamed himself for not remembering that title–that was completely on him. "I mean, I guess you seem to recognize it." Greg talked back with a simple shrug. "That's something to me, kay? I've got a brain, and i'm using it." Not shaming them, but defending himself playfully. Honestly, he couldn't tell if they actually assumed that he was uncultured. He's just under the impression that it's difficult to impress them.
Maybe he wasn't as well read as others at the company, but he had his own look on things he wished to share with people. "Hey, in my defense, I was going through it last night. Like, full on taking care of work related shenanigans." Tone switching as he joked, there's something serious about it. It's not to whine about, but just slightly bugging, and he noticed the low energy he brought to this office than normal. "Have you ever gotten three phone calls from the same person in one night? Or.. should this be the final straw for me to quit my job?"
there's absolutely no reason for me to be drinking coffee at 1am .. ANYWAYS i'm begging all my mutuals to add this mfer to your muses wire to text! 🙂↕️
no writing for me today I fear :( I think i'm about to have another migraine, feeling somewhat sick too. find me over on discord & wire!!
He wished he could have just gone home to get some rest, to sleep this off. But surprise, an emergency! He was right to get sudden medical attention–this wasn't his fault, anyway. Well, okay, maybe he was partially responsible; he knew this wouldn't have happened if he hadn't been so terribly naïve. An argument between boss and assistent is nothing substantial, and notably nothing new for Greg.
This night though, tops everything. And now he stood there all dressed up with nowhere to go, handkerchief pressed up against his nose.
Tiny (by now) dried, dark red splatters of blood on the tissue, and Greg's overall rather messy appearance weren't special–his reason for a visit was a relatively easy giveaway. Accidents happen. He wasn't mad anymore.
Sighing with relief, he had a brief look over his shoulder through the hospital's glass entrance to watch the cab he showed up with leave. A familiar face had stuck his head out the window that, judging by the facial expression, seemed not to really care.
The voice speaking up interrupted Greg's stare–he had zoned out by default. "What? I'm not-" he furrowed his brows. "I apologize, I'm sorry, I thought this was-"
He must've looked so stupid.
"I thought this was the right entrance? It's just- I'm a bit, um, not myself?" free hand gesticulated in the air. "I'm really, really overwhelmed right now, so can you please call or get someone? Preferably someone who has access to a cup of water?" Greg added frantically.
FRIEDA HAS TO CRANE HER NECK, just a bit because the visitor — patient — is unusually tall. which has her then squint into the bright hospital lightning . . . it's an overall unfortunate situation for them both. it has her, at last, take in the man's full appearance, the blood crying underneath his nose & on his shirt, the overall dishevelled appearance. no rarity at this time of the night, not even the first one she had to treat today. & still this one gives her pause because——— well, he does not look like the type to get caught up in a street brawl. there is an awkwardness with which he carries himself that has her doubt the usual theory. the guys who fancy themselves street boxers don't often show up in full office wear, the sight itself enough to summon the slightest frown onto frieda's forehead. seemingly some of her gut's instincts have not shrivelled away from a caffeine overdose: quite the relief. "it's . . . yea it's fine. i'm a doctor. not how triage works, but . . . it's alright." at that, she gives a useless little wave with her stethoscope, like the scrubs weren't at least somewhat of a giveaway. (NOT THAT ANYONE SEEMS CAPABLE OF DIFFERENTIATING BETWEEN DOCTOR'S & NURSES ANYWAY, THUS YOU DO NOT DEEM IT NECESSARY TO ADD STUDENT DOCTOR TO THE TITLE RIGHT ABOUT NOW.) "you okay to walk for a few more steps? there's an examination room right——— here." she had started to take a few steps backward & is now shouldering her way into a door that swings open, revealing a small room with a stretcher, hopefully some equipment & perhaps most pressingly, a sink. the door remains open as frieda waits, busying herself with a plastic cup & the tap, which she hands over once her patient shuffles into the room. "so . . . hi," she begins, almost tentatively as she gestures for him to sit down. "i'm dr. vogel, your impromptu attending tonight. you want to tell me what happened to your nose?"
Discomfort, his panic, to be more precise, made it hard to concentrate at the moment she introduced herself. A nod followed by a 'thank you' in a lowered voice was all he could get out as Frieda picked up her stethoscope. The symptoms should've subsided by now, at least a bit–especially with a professional willing to take care of him that stood right before his nose.
It was tough to actually calm down in the state that he currently was in. The hospital itself wasn't the reason Greg felt this way. Although he wouldn't deny that he associated hospitals mainly with scenarios that he is certainly terrified of. Horrible sickness, operations, watching relatives die, death.. Just in case this topic were to come up–who knows what questions he was going to have to answer during his stay?
His mental list probably played a small part in intensifying the dizziness. However, the bigger problem here was processing what was going on at the office not so long ago, let alone explaining all this to a stranger at 3am without going too deep into detail. He downed the plastic cup first. Maybe this helps.
His first impulse thought was to lie, something he doesn't love doing honestly. It's the simpler route though–only if he was convincing enough.
"Just.. spent some time with someone from work." Greg shrugged. "At a small party. And I've said something I shouldn't have. Then he, like," He made a fist, hinting at the missing answer. "..you know, like that? It was stupid, but it's.. forgive and forget. Uh, so, no naming names, if you call the police I won't talk to them."
