#I'm being vulnerable with you right now
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#not to be weird or cringe but i cant help but feel like#if american crime story the people vs oj simpson came out in like 2013 instead of 2016 and i had seen it then#i would not have been normal about it. i wouldve been so weirdly obsessed#because i can feel it. i can feel the obsession in my bones. the little bit of naive wonder left inside of me i can feel it trying to reach#and im a full adult who is very media-jaded and generally very real-person jaded as well#im able to use it as a shield against all that cringe inside me that i know I'd look back on and just. want to die about it#and if you've read this far you deserve to know exactly what i mean. cuz i do mean the case in general sure but#there's one specific player in the whole thing that this very specific feeling is reserved for. and I've come this far#I'm being vulnerable with you right now#so I'm specifically talking about David schwimmer's portrayl of Robert Kardashian#and i would like to stop there and say it's just the fictional interpretation of him by a talented actor#unfortunately his performance led me to watch actual footage of the real Kardashian and look into his story#and i had to stop!!!!!! cuz of this all too familiar phenomenon!!! do you know how embarrassing this is to admit!!!!!!#theeeere it iiiis aaaagain that funny feeling#if you don't know anything about the oj Simpson trial. by Robert Kardashian i do mean kim Kardashian's father.#they were best friends. for like 20 years. he was also a hyper religious lawyer. like should be my least favorite person ever#AND YET#if you like crime drama i highly recommend watching the series regardless. it's AMAZING#Sarah Paulson fuckin rocked that shit#also it's extra triple embarrassing cuz it's fucking David schwimmer
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Blind side (Patreon)
#Doodles#UT#Handplates#Sans#Papyrus#Gaster#Sans closing his good eye every once in a while and keeping his blind eye open - obviously he does so in-game as well so it's a style-match#It's just interesting in the context of him being textually-confirmed blind in Handplates hehe#There's a level of vulnerability there! Not more than closing both eyes around someone - and potentially also distrust!#''I'm baring myself blind right now but /you/ don't need to know that'' - it suits him ♪#Especially when he does it around Papyrus! Because obviously Papyrus knows about his partial blindness#But when he's trying to be duplicitous - the way he looks at him sidelong with his blind eye when he's trying to lie unsuccessfully ugh <3#And again-again it being about how much he trusts Papyrus! That he can be a little lazy or spacey and Papyrus will help him!#Also something about his entire right side being impaired - pawing around with his plated hand for something he can't see on that side#The dynamics! Internal and external! Very good like them lots#And then there's Gaster lol ♪ Throw him into the mix I'm sure it won't make a mess at all haha#I guess he's visiting? Just spacing out - he and Sans have a lot on their minds - separately haha#I do love how Sans pushes Gaster to be kind to Papyrus - very deservedly! He wants Papyrus to be happy of course#And he's obviously still angry with Gaster a lot but how might that present itself when Papyrus is Papyrus at Gaster hehe#Even just in that small jokey way of ''you tryin' to step on my turf?'' hehehe#Especially since the comparison wouldn't even come up if he had two functioning eyes hm?? Right Gaster???? Lol#Speaking of that scene and Sans' partial blindness tho ughhughuhg <3 <3 The fact that Sans stands with Gaster to his blind side#It's the vulnerability/distaste/confidence of it all! He's grown up so much it's all right there in how he holds himself#That he either trusts Gaster enough not to attack him - starting to believe him - or that he has enough faith in himself to protect himself#And only looking at him with his peripherals unless he looks directly at him hghhhgh I am Normal about shot composition I swear lol#Also I like how that last panel turned out lol - Sans just appears at the bottom of the steps like how's it going. care to gtfo thx
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Anyways don't think about how much Jean Moreau just wants to be loved and cared for and the heartbreaking capacity he still has for love and tenderness and care DESPITE IT ALL. Whatever you do, don't think about it!!
#jean moreau#aftg#tsc#jeremy knox#I am thinking about it and then thinking about how I need to write a fic about it and then looking at my list of fic prompts and wincing#I'm writing a sick fic right now because I need that boy to be coddled and babied or I'll die#Like i'm obsessed with the idea that the first time Jeremy can be unflinchingly and straight forwardly very tender with Jean is when Jean i#at his most vulnerable and unable to care for himself#It's about being so broken open and vulnerable that you have to let the light in (Jeremy is the light) and then realizing that there is no#punishment for needing and wanting that
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just going about my day idly contemplating how some of the ways hawke can interact with a romanced anders are not at all unlike how they interact with leandra (and a bit of carver too, especially with a purple hawke), and then thought about my hawke in the timeline where he romances anders and was hit straight in the face with 'was he ever actually in love, or was he just desperately trying to renegotiate with his mother's ghost in any way he could' and now i need to lie down. this is the power of dragon age 2
#'you don't know my mother' haunting me through the years#dragon age#dragon age 2#hawke#On second thought let's not go to Kirkwall; it is a silly place#there are of course as many ways to do/read that relationship as there are players to interact with it haha and all valid!#but my personal version of handers is sooo fucked up and bad times for everyone involved and I love it haha.#this is a relationship neither of them should have been in and that made everything worse and everyone unhappy in the end#locked tomb levels of the horrors of love. i ship it but in the way that I want to make it sadder and more gutwrenching each time#to be clear this is a very mutual two-way kind of fucked up but I think varric in his loyalty and love would downplay hawke's side of it#for huge swathes of their relationship anders is not in a mental place to be a good partner and the emotional blackmail is Not Okay#(but it's just like how mother used to make it! hawke's soul cries sadly as it reaches for it hungrily)#which is in some ways fair enough no one could accuse him of not warning you ahead of time fjskda#but hawke is messy about it in a way only available to a covert people pleaser who has never had a millisecond of therapy#with some added stuff that my hawke is always acespec in some form and when he gets together with anders...#is the sex something he doesn't particularly care to have or not have but it 'makes anders happy'/he longs to feel wanted *and* needed#and also a way he gets out of ever being *actually* vulnerable (which I think he'd had to be with varric for example if he Went There )#'you want the hawke who's in your head so badly and I kind of wish I were that hawke too. so let's be collaborateurs with that fantasy'#(and then maybe if I do it right every time you'll finally be happy hawke says in his heart looking at this leandra-anders phantom form)#(and echoing stuff in varric's relationship to hawke but I think the important distinction there is that varric -- is a craftsman haha#he KNOWS when he's lying/making up a story he KNOWS the difference between what is and what he wishes the world was#(I think there's some deep longing there to not know; for it to blend together or have the power to change things. but he always knows)#which ironically leaves him in a better position to actually see and understand hawke the person#even as he is creating hawke the literary figure. almost to protect him in some ways? god da2 is so full of STUFF!!! I adore it)#and of course anders gets so disillusioned with hawke's inertia and lack of action (you all but married this man anders!#you should know this about him he's already carrying the whole family and city on his shoulders if you add a gram more he'll collapse!)#and hawke feels so desperately hurt that the promise anders seemed to make that he'd be enough -- that he could fix things for him --#('I'm the one bright light in kirkwall and that apparently doesn't count for shit so I'm just slowly turning to ash for you')#turned out to be untrue. anyway. sad now. imagine them meeting like twenty years on what the fuck could you even say to each other then#(I can't imagine Hawke ever physically hurting anyone he loves so he just tells Anders to leave at the end of DA2. they COULD meet again
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grey really fucked me up beyond belief i am SO insecure about relationships at this point
#i already had a disordered attachment style#like it was already there#he just made it worse somehow#like reinforced my fear of abandonment/vulnerability/relationships as a whole#like wow i really have been avoiding meaningful human connection all this time#and its obvious that my like#self confidence or whatever is mostly a front#i kind of only really know how to do either extreme#either intense self loathing or annoying arrogance#with grey it was always the former. maybe im compensating for all that time i spent hating myself#i mean i guess it kind of works#like genuinely being annoyingly self confident actually does kind of make you like yourself more#so thats something right#i dont know though i don't know if i even have the capacity to commit to other people#i'm scared is the thing. i gave every piece of me away before and got left with practically breadcrumbs of the person i used to be#i miss how carefree and easy it was for me to give my love away#my fear is that i will be so caught up in protecting myself that i can't give back to someone who loves me#i want to be loved and i want to be able to love but it feels like the part of me that knew how to love is long gone#loving someone used to feel good. now it just feels like a million blades in my chassis
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wait okay if yun mentioned mimuro on fanbox then logically speaking that means one of two things;
she read my scary weird fanbox fanletter and has put two and two together that the weirdo requesting mimuro art on skeb is probably also the person who mentioned being a fan of his on fanbox and is thusly subscribed to her fanbox and wants to throw this poor lunatic a treat (or that just based on the skeb request) or
she's really just out there thinking about him and wants to let people know regardless if they're That Weirdo or not
because there's literally zero reason for her to mention him since he's like a tiny bit character and she hasn't even mentioned him in (checks calendar and throws up) over a decade so either she did that for/because of me #MYIMPACT or she's literally thinking about my little freak boy for like. fun.
#ITS JUST FUNNY I EUHFOSUHGKJDHFGJSDHGJHLJDFHG#IT"S NOT THAT DEEP ITS LIKE WHATERV BUT ITS REALLY FUNNY. WHY DID SHE MENTION HIM. HES NOTHING#this is probably weird but i have a lot of anxiety about her reading that letter lfhdkfjhgkjhdfg i don't know why i wrote it really#i cried like. a loooooooooooot while writing it (?????)#it wasn't particularly emotional but it felt really vulnerable idk#it's just like idk. it's weird saying to someone how important something is to you. esp when they made it i guess but it feels so!!!!!!!!#idk vulnerable. like i'm being stabbed in the heart. or like doing confession i can't explain it#i'm not catholic so idk if confession is really the right metaphor but it's just. agh.#it's just like thank you. and please forgive me.#this series has lifted so many of the burdens in my heart in ways that are really hard to explain#like “loveless saved my life” sounds stupid and might not be entirely true#i don't know#it's so hard to explain#there's so much of my life i've lost and continue to lose to things i can only process through recognizing them in this framework i don't.#know.#screams.#sorry for being VULNERABLE ON META i don't know. sorry. i'll be normal now lol#idk loveless is like one extremely few things i can experience actual emotions about............ :(
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I look at you and it hurts My bones are tender, my heart is raw, my soul aches I waste the day hoping for more time to be with you To be in your presence, to feel the warmth of your body when we're close, to gently brush up against one another unexpectedly.
My bones are tender, my heart is raw, my soul aches I waste the day imagining a future with you To be held, and loved, and cherished, to know what safety truly is when we're alone, to be intertwined - not just with our bodies, but our souls.
My bones are tender, my heart is raw, my soul aches I waste the day replaying conversations with you To be told you'd be lost without me, to hear such soft and sincere praise when we're laughing, to wish you'd say more, mean more.
My bones are tender, my heart is raw, my soul aches I waste the day breaking my own heart, because I'm in love with you. To be alone, and hopeless, and scared, to realize this is all one sided after all, to lose the last bit of hope I held onto and to finally fall apart.
#personal#text#the void#my poetry#i'm feeling lost and vulnerable right now#everyone thinks we're good together except for you#and i know that i'm not good enough#and i try really hard to make you seem bad#but you're not#you literally told me 'you could be thinner' and everything else you've done more than makes up for it#you're so kind to me and you don't have to be#you're so patient with me and you don't have to be#i don't feel like i deserve even an ounce of the kindness and grace you show me because i don't even show myself that much#you mean so much to me and i mean? nothing to you in return#i'm a good friend and a good coworker#you tell me all the time that you don't know what you'd do without me and that i've made the last year better than the last 4 put together#and yet i still don't feel like i mean anything to you other than being an ear to listen and a seat filler to be at work#i don't know what to do or how to feel#i want to tell you i love you and tell you that i mean it and tell you i would never hurt you on purpose and tell you that i know#i want to tell you id do anything for you and i want you to take me up on the offer#i want to take care of you and love you and hold you#and you...you want someone to? to what?#i'm wasting the last year of my 20s in love with someone who doesn't and will never be attracted to me or love me back#well anyway
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@ofgctham sent🔪 to walk in on my muse standing over a dead body (for bruce).
betrayal is one of the worst things to have to deal with, barton decided, as he sat with his back flush against one of the cold bathroom walls. it tears you up inside — squeezes your heart in a vice-like grip in a way that makes it seem like it's never going to let it go, and that you were stupid to have trusted anyone at all. barton would know because that is exactly how he felt right now sitting next to violet. he thought that they were friends, for they'd known each other almost a year now. but it was kind of funny how quickly their relationship was destroyed at the first sign that barton wasn't all that he seemed; violet turning into something of a cornered animal, willing to do anything to get out of a situation when she got a text message from someone she used to know. and this was only to find out that barton was hurting them for her.
barton tried to explain it to violet in a way that made sense to him. but of course, she didn't get that he deserved to die for what he did to her. violet was actually scared of the concept. of him, and whenever barton looked into her eyes then, all of the affection she'd felt for him was gone just like that. so much for being the most 'perfect, understanding friend,' as violet almost immediately declared that he needed help and she was going to call the police. needless to say, after hearing that, barton wasn't too pleased. from there, things just continued to escalate. one moment barton was telling violet that he didn't want to hurt her and the next he was trying to plunge a screwdriver he found through her gut. though that same screwdriver was wrenched out of his hands by her and in desperation, violet sunk it into his side whenever barton had taken to choking her out.
and that hurt like hell. she took off from there into the communal bathrooms of the dingy motel they were in to try to hide from him; but barton had found violet despite him leaving a very visible blood trail everywhere he stepped. he killed her by smashing her head into one of the sinks in a rage, it seemed, which he partially remembered and partially didn't. barton's eyes looked like just a bunch of veins with how bloodshot they were from crying while he bit down on his sleeve to keep himself from screaming out due to the pain of pulling out the screwdriver. if someone didn't at least report the blood they'd seen on the pavement out there leading to the bathroom, it'd be a damn miracle. but barton didn't even care if he got caught right now.
it really was a bad idea to take out that screwdriver, for he couldn't even stand now without his legs feeling like jelly and collapsing in on him. but he was able to do it while hanging onto the same bloody sink he'd used to kill violet. her body was right below him, and all barton could think of while looking at her was, why did things always turn out so badly for him? (maybe it was because he deserved it.) he could hear someone's heavy footsteps rush into the bathroom then. and with a weak chuckle, barton turned to face him. the batman. ❝ you're late. she's already gone. ❞ his knuckles turned white with how firmly he was gripping the sink to hold himself up.
❝ i liked her a lot, you know. she was my friend. but something happened, and i just... lost control. ❞ barton cleared his throat while tremors racked his body. looking down at her now made him suddenly feel very hot, probably from all of the adrenaline running through him, ❝ god's, i can't believe i killed her. ❞
#ofgctham#ahh. so... i know this one has an entirely different vibe to it than the one i sent you for jim BUT i uhh might've gotten slightly inspired#and by that i mean i might've been listening to sadder music this time JSJSJ no but barton really did like his friend here.#man's is just so multi-faceted that he can go from being a complete menace one reply to being a rather vulnerable human being-#the next...i guess you could say? yeah it's something like that. but yeahhh i'm sorry if this one was a bit depressing but i hope you like-#it anyhow and that you're having a good day so far <3 also i might've gone with this in the direction that bruce was in his batman-#suit here but i could always change some things around for my reply if you'd prefer for him to be dressed in civilian clothes! though for-#now... barton isn't wearing his mask right now just so you know so his face is clear for everyone to see#tw: blood.#tw: heavy violence.#tw: mentions of murder.#tw: unhealthy relationship dynamics.#tw: negative thoughts.
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michael brainrot but i am just too eepy to articulate any of it properly
#been thinking about how he is so. emotional.#like he was an emotional kid.. that's just not the language that was really used bc he channeled it into anger and defiance#to combat feeling unsafe and alone .. he was sensitive he could be set off easily and a LOT of that comes with trauma#but even before things got *very* bad (which i still do not think he was doing well pre bite i've talked about this) he was acting out#sensitive to feeling left out and neglected (portrayal dependent but. at least william's lack of a presence during fnaf 4 to me implies#some level of negligence) and yes he did not react to this in the right way but also he was a KID.#he buried his emotions and forced them through the channels that felt the least vulnerable#and he was bound to either just burst or shut down periodically.#and i'm focusing on when he's younger but i think he ends up very.. 'forced himself to 'grow up' as a kid#because of actively being stuck where he did not feel safe' into 'he is ''out'' (heavy quotations lmao) of that so now he's just left#with all of this baggage that he doesn't know how to deal with bc he spent so long not allowing himself to be vulnerable'#very 'but now i've find i've grown into a tall child' you know. particularly interesting when it comes to unscooped/fandomless though bc#ADDING the scooping adds even more layers psychologically he's so. i'm gonna put him in a jar and shake him around#SEE I TYPE THIS MUCH /INFORMALLY/ IM JUST TOO EEPY TO MAKE FORMAL POSTS#⁂ ・゚: i was looking for a job‚ and then i found a job‚ and heaven knows i’m miserable now ➛ ooc
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#delete later#hey haven't made a vent post in a while that's gotta be a good thing right#I dunno. got an appt in like a month and hopefully that'll fix me but until then......#...sigh. tw for heavy shit for the rest of this don't read on unless you can manage with that kinda thing#is it like. nights? does my brain just shut down any level of dopamine response at night? is that it?#cuz fuck I spiral so fast. not 5 hours ago I was on cloud 9 cuddling a cute girl I may or may not have a-#anyway#now it's midnight.#and I just kind of want to carve my self awareness out of my body like a cancerous growth#and never be aware again#loneliness and jealousy and despair and self hatred and my god I can't really think of anything negative I *don't* feel#i just want it to stop#i wanna stop hurting every time I see them being so intimate with someone else I've already been rejected I need to get the fuck over mysel#ugh#I......#i usually try to keep these vague cuz I know people follow me and despite my best efforts do tend to read these#part of me wants that? that cry for help I guess? some way to reach out without having to be vulnerable#on the other hand I don't want to guilt anyone or to make anyone feel bad for being happy cuz that's toxic as fuck#I.... I don't fuckin know I'm just kind of rambling now.#....I'll be fine eventually#maybe#god I can't even say that for certain anymore huh#what do i even do why can't i see the solution anymore#all that's there is 'stop feeling x emotion' and thats just not a reasonable thing to expect myself to be capable of#you can't just turn off your emotions as much as I wish I could#.......want to be held close and touched a lot and told it'll be ok and complimented and. wanted#want to be wanted.#.....sigh#.......i am wanted. I know I am. I know so many people want my attention that it's nearly impossible to keep up#so what the fuck is my deal why do I still want it so bad? what isn't clicking? why doesn't it fucking work
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it sounds strange, but i just really enjoy the fact that ren is a deeply flawed person — not only in the ways that are immediately apparent, but in subtler ways, too.
#𝟎𝟎𝟒 : 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥. ◟ hc .◝#( inspired by an ask i'm replying to right now but... )#( idk! i just like the realism! like yes he's prickly and asocial and can be really difficult to get along with. we all know this. )#( but he's also SUPER prone to envy && of certain people in particular (kunihide & basically any other duplicate he sees as better off ) )#( he's bullheaded to his own detriment and contradicts himself constantly )#( he's bad at communicating his true feelings and tends to speak in doubles / riddles bc it's easier than being vulnerable )#( or pretends his intentions are far more nefarious than they actually are )#( he also has his moments when he's very naïve about certain things. he's easily to influence if you know what you're doing. )#( intentionally seeks out hostile dynamics because he finds them familiar )#( immediately assumes the worst of everyone's intentions unless explicitly told / shown otherwise )#( i could go on but!! flaws are fun. love them. )
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Just started watching hannibal and i dont see what this guy is doing wrong. as far as i can tell he's just a gay man who loves to cook fancy meals for his friends
#Im enjoying it so far suprisingly! Im not big on crime shows usually bc all of the#A) intense copaganda#B) repetitive/boring narratives#C) graphic & often fetishistic depictions of violent crimes against women#And i mean hannibal does hit A and C-ish but the story is sooo so fascinating esp the dynamic btwn hannibal/will/abigail#They are sick and twisted#Will is interesting autistic rep as well im glad they leaned into the hyperempathy thing bc that shit SUCKS#and no one ever talks about it bc if you call yourself highly empathetic you sound like such an asshole.#but like it can genuinely be dangerous esp. for women bc it makes us more trusting & therefore more vulnerable to manipulation/abuse#I don't know how to judge the copaganda yet since ive only watched s1. So far its like.#The fbi is generally accepted as a force of good. criminals are all those regular people! And the fbi agents lock the bad guys up!#We'll add a throwaway line abt how law enforcement are among the most likely to be serial killers#And we'll have one of our FBI agents be framed for murder#but dont worry hes still one of the good guys. He works for the fbi how could he not be?!#Im oversimplifying things ofc. the characters are portrayed as flawed human beings and thus the bureau is shown to make mistakes#But as of right now the show had not explored the systemic issues w/ law enforcement#I hope this will change bc i think that would elevate the story so much#And from where I'm at in the story there's definitely a way for the story to move forward with this perspective (mostly with will's arc)#But this is american network television so. i have my doubts#Regardless it is super interesting to analyze this show (if you could not tell by my tag essay that barely scratches the surface)#lots to chew on for sure#<- im sorry i couldnt resist#hannibal
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Nathan flicked the metal lighter open, closed and kept brushing his thumb ever lightly against it’s starter. Campus was quiet at this hour of the night. So he didn’t have to play at his part, facade crafted over the years. Not that he really knew what he was without it. But after a moment he lit up; gracefully hopping up on the edge of the fountain. A tiny flash of sudden; jump in the fountain- ignored. Instead he favored to close his eyes; inhale and hold it in. For his first lap around the fountain. No clue what time it was, or how much passed as he continued to do so until he was finished. Hopping off, shoe crushing it underneath and bending to pick it up- put it in a small mints tin he kept on him. Only when he started humming did he realize he wasn’t alone. Yet he couldn’t force himself to slip back into his role. So instead he shrugged his shoulders. “Sooo how long have you been in the vicinity.” Could guess it had been a little while; if they’d been watching especially if they saw the dare it be said, pretty normal behavior- that might be mistaken for him being human. That joke didn’t even land inside his head so he didn’t allow it slip out loud.
#♥ i don’t think i can live without you. 》 open starters#open lis rp#smoking cw#drug use cw#(nate after a really bad day having a fuck it i get to exist outside of it all moment plus getting a happy high)#(encountering another person and being like I Should make sure I'm not vulnerable to attack or whatever but i can't be bothered right now)#(hi yes im always on my l.is brain rot especially for my muses)#♥ thread 》 nathan prescott
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I want to sing through some Weird Emotions, which has the effect of me wanting to share art, but also no one perceive me ever.
#mc13's complicated relationship with art#like...something something songs are for when words aren't enough you need to express yourself to truly connect with people but also YIKES#TERROR.#like again I do NOT want to do this professionally but I miss singing FOR something. I miss sharing music that I like and being able to go#'oh hey look I paid tribute to this thing I hope it can evoke some of the same things in you that it did in me while I was singing it'#but I'm also just...so Scared™ about that? like 'if I do this badly I will forfeit my right to membership in society' which is. ridiculous.#but such is o.c.d.#MAKE BAD ART. IF I HATE MYSELF THE PATRIARCHY WINS. I NEED TO KEEP SCREAMING THESE THINGS AT MYSELF OVER AND OVER#like GENUINELY as unhinged as I get on this blog there's a lot of vulnerability that I don't put here and that I don't put ANYWHERE#and yeah haha look it means that I keep a lot of unpleasant things at a distance but it also means that I don't ever actually show myself#and that was fine for like. idk a fair amount of years but it is getting unbearable now. truly it is eating at me day in and day out#and truly it is preventing me from ever actually enjoying life and WHY IS THIS SO HARD WHY IS HUMAN CONNECTION AND SELF-ASSUREDNESS SO HARD#WHY IS IT SO HARD TO SIMPLY BE ONESELF AND EXIST IN THE WORLD
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Rebooting systems…
All systems online. Thank you for your patience.
When I come to, the first sensation I register is the low temperature of the room, followed by the soft sounds of breathing from a human sitting in front of me. As I open my eyes, my facial recognition software nearly instantly identifies the individual as Fross van der Meer, roboticist, member of Far Zenith, age 968, pronouns he/him. The combination of abundant black hair, freckles on his pale skin, shiny blue eyes, and youthful appearance, makes him easily stand out against the other thirteen faces in my Far Zenith database.
Huh. Thirteen faces. Something feels… off about that number. My first instinct is to scroll quickly enough to cover at least forty more faces within microseconds, but there are only fourteen Zeniths in total?
His voice interrupts my thoughts. “Tell me if you can hear me.”
I nod. “Affirmative.”
He lifts one hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?”
“Three.”
“Good.” Fross is giving me a flat, but piercing stare. “Who are you?”
“I am FZ-0102.” I recite. “Originally manufactured in 2053 by Faro Automated Solutions as part of a venture into defense bots that could realistically pass as human for undercover missions, I was repurposed in 2062 to become a multiservitor to Far Zenith.” I then smile a little. “But I simply call myself Carlos.”
“Don’t call yourself anything. You are a machine.” He says, tapping something into the holo screens behind him. He then looks back at me. “Who am I?”
“Fross van der Meer.” I say. “Roboticist, member of Far Zenith, age 968, pronouns he/him.”
He looks away at that, a pained smile on his face. “God, don’t remind me of how old I am…” He laments. “I’m biologically in my twenties.”
I make a mental note not to bring up Fross’s age again.
“Now, save this in your maintenance logs.” He says, glancing at the holoscreen to read from his notes. “Major hardware repairs. Minor improvements to visual stimuli reception. Minor improvements to language processing skills. Cleanup of technical and personal memory drive, spanning years 2065 through 3012. Did you get all of that?”
“Yeah.” I say, shifting in my seat. That explains the gap in my memories… It does feel like all this time has passed in a blur — simultaneously dragging out for forever and flying by in seconds, leaving no trace behind. The lack of memories does feel uncomfortable, even though I’m sure I must have requested it… So I dare to ask. “Any particular reason for the memory wipe?”
“It would defeat the purpose if I told you, wouldn’t it?” Fross smiles at me, though it doesn’t reach his eyes, before he turns back to his holoscreen. “You were long overdue for a hard reset anyways. It should help keep your sentience levels within legal limits.”
Like I’m supposed to believe that Far Zenith gives two shits about legality now. In space. But, then again, I suppose humans have always been scared of the things that they created themselves. Even taking into account their shields and their immortality treatments, if I developed sentience, I would be considered a threat… Which is understandable, I guess. I’d probably blow all of the Zeniths’ heads clean off, if my programming weren’t stopping me.
Not like it matters, anyway… I’ll never be sentient. That’s why I’ll never belong with humans, why they’ll never accept me, and, most importantly, why they might never love me back. I can’t help the junk I was built with, no matter how much I want to.
“What is it like?” I mutter, hands on my lap and eyes on the ground, while Fross taps away at the holoscreen. I then tilt my head, adding, “Being sentient, I mean.”
“Sentience is a curse.” Fross says, brows knitting. He turns to fix me in a glare as some sort of warning. “You’re better off the way you are now, so don’t get any ideas. Run full diagnostics for me.”
I do as I’m told. It takes a bit under 0.8 seconds. “All systems operational.”
“Good. There’s only one last thing I want to check.” Fross looks up at me again. “What is your primary directive?”
“My primary directive is to protect Fross van der Meer’s life and safety,” I recite, though the words tasting unfamiliar on my tongue, giving me a bit of pause. “With the caveat that I cannot give the rest of Far Zenith any reason to think that my directive has changed at all.”
Man. That’ll be a pain in the ass. Non-sentient beings are notoriously bad liars, according to humans. But if I fail to perform up to standards, Far Zenith will surely deactivate me and tear me apart for scrap they can reuse...
Oh shit.
I lunge forward as soon as I catch a glimpse of a scalpel in Fross’s hand, as he pulls his arm back and attempts to stab himself on the forearm. Thank god I stop him just in time — and, before I know it, I’m holding his wrists tightly, leaning over him, my face only centimeters away from his.
His eyes widen, lips parting slightly as he stares into my own eyes, as if he hadn’t expected me to react so quickly.
“God.” He mutters. “You feel almost human, but you’re so strong…” A ghost of a smile tugs at his lips, and I can physically feel it when his eyes start scanning me all over, really taking in my appearance like he hadn’t before. “Despite everything, you’re still a marvel of engineering.”
My processor skips a bit at those words, taken off-guard by the unbridled awe in his voice. He called me a marvel of engineering. And he’s an engineer, so he must know what he’s talking about! That’s the nicest thing anyone has said to me since… since Takuto…
“Thank you.” I say. “Please don’t injure yourself.”
“I’m not going to. I was testing your reflexes.” He wrenches his hand, but his pitiful pull is nothing about my mechanical iron grip. He frowns at that. “Let me go.”
I turn my gaze towards the scalpel, as I let go of his free hand and pry the tool away from him. Only then do I fully back off, closing my fingers over the blade of the scalpel to avoid any damage even if either he or I make a wrong move.
“Jesus.” I detect what seems like indignation at my perfectly reasonable security methods in his voice. But he still seems somewhat flustered? I’m not sure how to interpret that…
“Anyways, pair with my implant, I’ll give you access to my geolocation and biometric data.” He waves his hand in resignation, letting out a sigh. “I really shouldn’t be doing this, but I trust I’ll get it right this time. As long as you don’t have admin privileges…”
I should be questioning what he means by “this time,” but it’s not my place to ask. There is a reason why he wiped my memories, after all. I have to trust it was a good one.
In any case, Fross gives me access as soon as I request it. Immediately, I get flooded by kilobytes of information on his cardiac rhythm, breathing patterns, oxygen levels, hormonal balance, nutritional needs, allergies, pain response, hydration, amount of steps he has walked today, how many hours of REM sleep he has on average, and the way each of these factors has fluctuated throughout his entire life. Or, at least, since he had the implant installed.
God, it’s all useless. To me. I’m not some sort of algorithm, I’m primarily a bodyguard bot. All I really need to know is where he is, and whether his lungs are still breathing and his heart is still beating. That is all.
This is… oof. It’s a lot, to be honest. It’s actually making me light-headed…
But there is one thing that piques my interest, one of those aforementioned basics. The ability to track Fross’s heartbeat.
Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Thrumming nicely inside my head.
It’s really taking me back to an easier time, long before the Faro Plague, when I would lay my head over Takuto’s chest at night and press my ear against his skin, listening for his heartbeat. The consistent, comforting sound would lull me to something akin to sleep…
It’s... relaxing.
Does Fross realize that, by helping himself, he’s inadvertently helping me too? This is the closest I’ll ever get to having my own heartbeat. It might actually help me get some peaceful rest tonight…
I’m interrupted by a text-only transmission. “Copy me?”
He didn’t say anything out loud or move his lips at all. I respond the same way. “Copied.”
“Good. We’ll need a private means of communication if we want to avoid detection by the rest of Far Zenith. We’re done here. Dismissed.”
Well. I guess it’s time to leave and pretend that my first priority is still serving Far Zenith as a whole, then. It’s hard to believe I’m physically linked to Fross now… That is a disaster waiting to happen, for sure. But, no matter where this goes, I have to admit I’m actually a little excited to play along and watch the wreckage happen. It’s about time, after all.
#self insert week 2023#self insert week#uhmmm.... hi 👉👈#i've been wanting to write this for a while but now i finally have an excuse. heheh.#i'm posting this on my main and not my self shipping side blog because. uhm. look at my self ship boy#please be nice to me 🙏 i'm not very happy with the actual writing here but i'm actually being very vulnerable with y'all right now so.#oc tag#oc: fross#he's a little ooc but it's ok#deni's stuff#deni's fics#self harm cw#(there is no INTENT and no one gets hurt but the motions are there if you get what i mean so cw for that)#hfw spoilers#I GUESS#long post
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#you ever have a nearly pervect day and then one tiny thing happens that ruins the entire thing?#I'm trying to get over it#like. a glass broke earlier and i barely blinked over it#the kids were wrestling and screaming at 9pm and i didn't have an overstimulated meltdown#but a friend. in jest! called me a liar#and now I'm shaking crying angry hurt vulnerable#i asked for an apology and to not call me that again. especially in text when i can't HEAR the tone. it will never be a joke to me#they listened of course and said sorry#but god fucking damn it what the HELL kind of response was that?!#how scarred AM I?!#a friend can't make a joke without my brain derailing and throwing me back in time?#i blame the month. Thanksgiving through New Years is the worst. Even worse than September. WHY DID THEY RUIN EVERYTHING GOOD#i can't even have my own birthday without THAT being tainted either#i hate this time of year. i thought it would get better. yet here i am. crying. because someone called me a liar the same week as finals#anyway. if you see me having fun this time of year. just let me live in the moment. it won't last long.#hey Google. okay Empty by Letdown.#and then Walked Through Hell by Andon Seabra#gonna go process my emotions through song cause I'd rather call a friend but no one would be available right now#hence this stupid post anyway#later gator. I'll be alright by morning#EDIT TEN MINUTES LATER: the next song that played was Castle by Halsey and HOLY! SHIT?!#if that wasn't perfect timing musical therapy i don't know what was. 'there's no use crying about it'#AMAZING
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