Heart Whispers: The Outsider

I wrote up a bunch of ideas for Whispers, if you could use the Heart on the Outsider.

• “The void has eyes as black as pitch, but his are as green as a sun-drenched lake. He doesn’t remember that.”

• “There was a name, once. Long since lost to him, but given away time and time again. He tells himself it doesn’t bother him. That is a lie.”

• “He wants to rest. He is so very tired.”

• “They died screaming, the ones that did this to him. He revelled in the power forced upon him. No longer.”

• (Low chaos) “He always hopes his Mark will not be misused, but he always expects it will be. You’ve brought him the closest thing to joy he’s felt in centuries.”

• (High chaos) “He thought you had such potential. Now you just exhaust him. Like all the others.”

• (Low chaos) “You impress him. You amuse him. Your actions have broken the monotony of eternity. He dreads the day when you will fade away… but even if it bores him, he hopes your ending will be a happy one.”

• (Low chaos) “He cares for you. He doesn’t recognize the feeling, but it is there.”

• (High chaos) “He looks forward to seeing the misery you spread returned to you tenfold.”

• “His human heart fills him with such emotion, but once it filters through the Void he can hardly feel it at all. Just out of reach. It is maddening.”

• “He cannot remember his name, or his mother, or the friends he may have had. But he remembers his father’s fist, the cultists knife on his throat, the ropes at his wrists. He does not remember his laugh, but he remembers his screams. How can that be fair?”

• “He is as tired as you are. Maybe more. He hopes you will both get to rest.”

• “Do not blame him. There were always choices, and Daud chose his path all on his own.”

• “The boy had struck a chord of familiarity. He gifted him his Mark, trying to help. It did not end the way he had hoped.”

• “She called him her black eyed groom. He allowed her delusions. His final favour to an old friend.”

• “The child had been so alone, so afraid. He tried to visit her dreams, to offer company and comfort. But his eyes frightened her.”

• (Corvo Low Chaos) “You are his favourite.”

• (Emily Low Chaos) “He sees so much of your father in you. That is the highest compliment he could possibly give.”

• “He is the Outsider. He sees all, holds power beyond imagination. And he is so, so tired.”

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boredbybeing

6 years ago

During my last show as a stage manager, I had to manage not only the friendships (I was friends with most of the cast) but also my brand new relationship while still trying to remain in charge. "Yes babe I love you but yoU NEED TO GET ON STAGE BEFORE I HAVE AN ANEURYSM FROM THE STRESS YOU ALL CAUSE ME"

I saw a “shoutout to the theatre kids” post that was only about actors and I felt left out so this is for everyone else (please add to this if you feel you haven’t been represented!!):

shoutout to the theatre kids that aren’t actors

to the stage managers who manage to balance friendships and being authoritative in rehearsals

to the technicians that do extra training in welding and access equipment and so many other things to make themselves more hireable

to the techs and stage management who just sometimes want to wear colour but are instead in show blacks all the time

to the stage managers who get stuck mediating the tension between directors and designers who are older and supposed to be more mature than you

to the techs who injure themselves, deal with it, and keep working (or are told they aren’t allowed and are so annoyed about it)

to the designers that have to compromise what they want because the director doesn’t like it or there isn’t enough time/budget/equipment

to the casual crew members who just like theatre and want to be involved but aren’t trying to make a career of it

to everyone who tries (and sometimes fails) to fit in friends and healthy eating during tech week

to everyone who has ever done a year-long unpaid (or barely paid) internship in the hopes that it will lead to a job opportunity

to everyone who has ever worked really hard on making/finding a prop only to have it cut in tech or dress

to the design assistants that have to figure out when and how to become designers in their own right

to anyone who has ever managed to avert a crisis backstage where there’s barely any light and you can’t talk

to anyone who has ever had to make the decision to stop the show because some crises just can’t be averted

to everyone who struggles to understand unions

and the list goes on and on

you’re all fucking amazing

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boredbybeing

7 years ago

My dad said Bisexual doesn’t exist. People just are “experimenting”.

Reblog/like/comment if you bisexuality exists because it’s pissing me off and he says he’s not biphobic but that’s a type of biphobia…

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boredbybeing

6 years ago

Leikeze the bored, Hoarder of bratwursts and books about banksy

Loving that alliteration

Reprah the Anxious, Hoarder Of Ravioli And Books. (OMG LOL)

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boredbybeing

4 years ago

Shuffling his feet through rubble, the remainder of his aged and irradiated mind tried to piece together who he was. These ruins brought a word to the forefront but he couldn't quite place what it was, it's meaning lost to him but the feeling it elucidated flowed through his body and made him feel comfort. The radio crackled and he hardly flinched, his reaction time blown away with the bombs. The song playing through the speakers of the radio brought to mind a woman's face, one who he would have recognized if not for his feral state. A sudden tiredness fell over his shriveled form, and he laid down contendedly.

"Daisy

Daisy

Give me your answer, do

I'm half crazy

All for the love of you"

With his final thoughts, he had a moment of clarity and was able to discern the word that the place and song reminded him of

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