#anyway. i'll just throw this into the void and turn off my computer for the rest of the night HAHA

[changelingbaby]

summary:

“You did not just drink that,” he croaked, trying not to look as visibly distressed as he thought he did. Arthur put the bottle back on the table, looking entirely unbothered. Clotpole .

“Yeah. Why? Was it secretly poison?” Arthur grinned, and Merlin thought for a second that perhaps he, too, just liked causing problems. For Merlin, specifically. He clearly delighted in bringing his manservant pain.

or, Merlin accidentally gives Arthur a love potion. Arthur has spent so long repressing his feelings for Merlin that it appears to have no effect whatsoever.

[xavier-elrose]

Look, bottom line, you've just gotta muddle through.

Did I understand things in school? Hell no.

I mean, I understood some things. I was, not to brag, easily averaging at least an A- on remembering to put my name on tests. A lot of the other stuff didn't quite make sense so much as I remembered it, though.

And obviously I never remembered it for long, but...long enough. You get good at studying, after a while. If you just muddle through, you'll eventually figure something out, if you get the chance.

That's about how life went for me. Wake up, go to work, be confused about basically everything, try the things that usually work, and if they turn out not to work...hey, my shifts up, now it's someone else's problem.

It's not a great approach for romance, I'll admit.

But things worked, is the key. Was I good at things? No. Was I competent? No. But was I productive?

...I mean, if you squinted your eyes, you could kind of argue I was. From a certain point of view. It's not like I ever burned the building down or anything. Though they did forbid me from taking matches to work after That One Incident.

I still maintain my insistence on my complete and total innocence, if only because I still don't actually know what happened. Pretty sure that means it's not my fault.

Anyway, today was pretty much like any other day. I mean, I skipped breakfast. Didn't really feel like food would fill the void inside me, you know? Coffee didn't really take, either. Went right through me. I actually had a bit of an accident as I tried to get to the bathroom. Pissing brown.

I should probably see a doctor about that. Throw it on top of the 'should probably see a doctor about that' pile.

Kind of a big pile. I'll go one of these days.

I also kept dropping my phone? I had to really concentrate to hold onto the thing. I don't even know how I dropped it some of those times, it was right in my lap. Freaked out people on the bus, though. You'd think they'd never seen someone drop a phone before. They were giving me a lot of space, all things considered.

Work was honestly pretty normal. I felt a lot more chipper than I normally did, actually. Maybe I'm finally getting used to this place. I always used to feel dead inside, like I was slaving away for nothing, but now work just felt...normal.

Skipped lunch, though. Still not hungry. Maybe I'm sick? Is there some disease that gives you brown piss and butterfingers?

I'll bet there is.

Home was about the same as always. Goofed off on the computer, doomscrolled...really didn't feel any different at all. Maybe I just need to spend more time online, take care of this illness.

Or maybe I should just see a doctor. Maybe. Kind of expensive, though.

Sleep, now, sleep felt amazing. I swear I slept like the dead. I was out like a light, and it felt so good. Like I was finally in my element, or something.

I still had to get up in the morning, though. I had another big day ahead of me, after all.

You died the way you lived: having no clue what’s going on. You are so clueless that you didn’t even notice that you died and just got up and went to work like normal the next day.