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heyy!! a request for graham dunne where you’re in a secret relationship and you tell everyone that you’re together by kissing on stage 😈😈😈 please and thanks no pressure 😽😽

THE WAY I YELPED WHEN I SAW THIS IN MY INBOX IM SO EXCITED AHH looks like my tags found the right audience! i have a few more djats prompts other people sent in thank you all sm 🤭

also this ended up WAY longer than i wanted it to be oops, hope y’all like slightly longer stories

also i glossed over a lot of big events within the show because i just wanted to get to the point lol.

fem reader x graham dunne

warnings: some substance abuse

Crazy For You

•

before there was daisy jones and the six, there was just the six. before daisy jones was the leading lady of the band, it was you.

way back in the pittsburgh days, you never knew what was going to come your way when you moved into the empty house right next to the dunne brothers. you knew they caused a racket every time they decided to host a band rehearsal, and it took every ounce of patience left in you to not storm over there and demand them to clean up their sound.

then on one fateful day, your world changed forever. as you were taking the garbage out, you sang at last by etta james to yourself, not thinking anything of it. you got lost in your own voice.

then, your trance was broken when you heard a scuffle of feet coming from your left. your head whipped to the side, and you saw one of the dunne brothers in his driveway listening to you with a smile.

“oh god, that’s embarrassing,” you said, turning your head the opposite direction.

you heard a laugh come from him, but you kept your eyes away from him in embarrassment.

“you have a lovely voice,” he said. you braved looking at him once more, and he was smiling at you. the boy looked to be about your age.

“thanks, but it’s really nothing. i’m not trained or anything,” you replied sheepishly.

“i’m Y/N, by the way,” you said, walking over to him with your hand extended.

he met you in the middle, reaching out and taking your hand. “i’m graham. graham dunne.”

you blushed a bit when he held onto your hand for longer. “nice to meet you graham dunne.”

he nodded, and your hands released. there was a pause in the conversation before graham began again. “do you like rock and roll?”

you smiled. “yeah, i do. i play some guitar. why do you ask?”

graham was now gently blushing. “i-i’m in a rock band, and i play guitar too. maybe sometime you can stop by and watch us rehearse.”

you bit your lip slightly. “i know you’re in a band.”

he looked taken aback, and you realized how insane that sounded. you quickly backtracked, looking down. “i didn’t mean it like that. i just knew you were in a band because i’ve heard you before. like, rehearsing from my house.”

he smiled understandingly. “did you like our sound?” graham asked. he was wringing his hands nervously.

you decided to mess with him. “yeah, you sounded okay,” you said jokingly.

graham rolled his eyes. “maybe if you stop by someday i’ll play better just for you.”

the blush in your cheeks creeped back into place. “will do.”

*

graham gave you his phone number, and only a day later, invited you to a rehearsal at their bandmate’s house.

after your interaction with graham the previous day, your mind was flooded with little thoughts of him. the way his hand lingered on yours. the way he blushed when you talked. the way he smiled lightly when you blushed. something about graham dunne made your heart race, and you barely even knew the guy.

you felt the need to dress nicely for this. you wanted graham to be impressed. you put on a pair of jean shorts paired with a halter top and a jacket.

you met at a boy named chuck’s house. the band was already setting up in his garage, and graham smiled when you arrived.

“hey, you made it!” he said excitedly, running over to greet you.

you grinned. “i’m glad to be here. where should i sit?”

“let me introduce you to the band first.” graham gently placed his hand on your lower back, walking with you further into the garage. you hoped he didn’t feel the shiver going up your spine under his touch.

“guys, this is Y/N. she’s billy and i’s new neighbor. Y/N, this is warren, chuck, eddie, and my brother billy,” he said, pointing to each of the members. you took note of how warren, chuck, and eddie seemed to be yours and graham’s age, around sixteen. billy, however, was older. without even knowing the band, it was clear he was the one in charge. he seemed to be the most experienced.

the band smiled at you. billy stepped forward slightly. “it’s good to meet you. i hope you like what we play.”

graham placed you slightly off to the side of the band, and you sat down on a box in the garage. the band finished setting up their equipment, and discussed billy’s new song he had just written for the band to play.

as the group figured out their chords, your eyes were locked on graham. you watched the way he effortlessly played his guitar, and how clean and crisp his notes were. to you, nothing was more attractive than a man who could play guitar.

after running through the song multiple times, the band knew something wasn’t working. “maybe it’s just the song. i think we should just-” eddie had started before being interrupted by billy.

“there’s nothing wrong with the damn song. i know what i’m doing. graham, try speeding up the chorus a bit, and warren, lengthen your fills just a bit more, see what that does. let’s run it again.”

everyone seemed to roll their eyes at billy’s orders before warren counted them in to begin again. once again, it was a failure; it just didn’t sound right. it was missing something.

“eddie, man, what are you doing back there? you’re changing chords and everything,” billy said, frustrated.”

“i’m doing nothing wrong! this is your song, you should know how to fix it!” eddie exclaimed back. the entire band was now arguing, and before you could even think about it, you were standing up and speaking.

“it needs a harmony.”

the commotion stopped, and all eyes were on you. your face grew hot due to the intense gazes falling onto you. you gulped nervously.

“what?” billy asked.

“it needs a high harmony in the chorus. to, you know, go with billy’s voice,” you said timidly.

billy scoffed. “what would you know?”

graham stepped up to billy. “Y/N’s got a great voice, i’ve heard it. she could do the harmonies.”

billy raised an eyebrow at you. you looked between all the band members before speaking again. “i don’t want to intrude-”

warren spoke up. “i think it’s worth a shot. we’re desperate for something to work at this point.” he pointed at you with his drum stick. “you know the song?”

you nodded. graham set up another microphone stand next to billy’s, and you stood behind the mic. you suddenly regretted speaking up at all on matters that didn’t ever pertain to you.

warren counted it in again. billy got through the first verse, and you focused on your breathing. don’t mess up in front of graham.

he got to the chorus, and you added a layer of your light voice on top of billy’s. you saw out of the corner of your eye billy turning to you, a look of amazement in his eyes. it was working. it sounded phenomenal. although you couldn’t see it, graham was watching in awe. he got chills watching you from behind. before you even knew it, the song ended, and the band erupted into wide grins and loud cheers.

and just like that, you were in the band.

billy didn’t like sharing the spotlight, and quite frankly, you weren’t a fan of it either. however, billy put up with it because he found your harmonies necessary to certain songs and you were close friends with his brother. you stuck to mainly harmonies and, when chuck left and eddie took over bass, you took control of rhythm guitar.

throughout the band’s beginnings in pittsburgh, graham quickly became your best friend. you spent most of your time with him, and he spent most of his time with you. despite being friends, he still gave you butterflies any time he glanced at you. you always wanted to impress him. however, there was a very real possibility that he didn’t get those same butterflies.

the band found more and more gigs in the area, and billy’s girlfriend camila was now traveling with the pack. you two quickly got to know each other and became fast friends.

things began moving in a blur when warren bought a van and the band decided to move out to california. for you, deciding to move was an easy choice; the only part of pittsburgh that brought you any sort of joy was this band. you wouldn’t be caught dead staying in that city without them. and, as the cherry on top of the cake, camila was coming too.

the van arrived in front of your house and billy and graham’s. rain was endlessly pouring, and you only noticed this after you had dragged all of your belongings out the door onto your front porch. your one and only jacket was tucked away into one of your suitcases.

graham looked back at you from the van, his curly hair flattened under the rain. he saw you eyeing the downpour, and ran up to your door.

“what are you doing?” you asked.

he took his jacket and held it above your head for you to take. as soon as you did, he took your suitcases and began walking to the van. you smiled wide at his manners.

you stayed dry under graham’s jacket, and you were encompassed by it’s smell. it smelled like him.

you watched as graham tied your bags to the top of the van. “do you need help?” you asked.

“nope. go get dry in the van.”

“are you sure?” you asked.

he laughed. “Y/N, yes, i’m positive.”

unbeknownst to you, graham would do anything to keep his girl safe and dry, even from just a bit of rain.

graham wasn’t great with expressing his true feelings. it was easier to tuck it away and forget about it rather than exploring it. that’s how he felt about you. he had some complex thoughts about you, ones he was hesitant to call a crush. he tried his hardest to keep these feelings at bay, but it was getting increasingly harder for him to control.

*

after many long nights on the road, sleeping next to graham in the van and totally swooning over him at every second, you arrived in sunny california.

the band’s new house barely deserved to be called a home. but, given the circumstances, it did it’s job. you took the room that the boys claimed was haunted, even though it wasn’t.

not long after settling into california, a keyboardist named karen sirko joined the band. she also quickly became a close friend to you. camila, karen, and you became your own girl group.

over the next months, you had gigs on the strip, and you felt like you were finally making it. you started drinking and smoking more than ever before, and performing on stage gave you a rush. and, not to mention, performing alongside graham was pretty great too.

then one night, while on the infamous first tour, you and graham got wasted at a party with the band.

with all the alcohol and other drugs in your system, you felt bold enough to speak your mind.

“graham, can i ask you something?” you said, trying not to slur your words. the other guys and karen were talking up girls and having their own side conversations through the blaring music.

he turned to you. “what’s that?”

you took a deep breath. “am i crazy?”

graham paused before giggling. “what is that supposed to mean?”

you couldn’t help but laugh too. “do we have something? or am i just imagining it and i’m out of my fucking mind?”

graham’s smile dropped. his eyes squinted as he stared at you. he was thinking hard. “wait…what?”

you rolled your eyes. “for god’s sake graham, i like you. i don’t know if you like me, but i need to know if you feel the same way or if this is all in my head.”

he looked away and nodded. you expected the worst. when he remained silent, you knew you had just messed up probably the greatest friendship in your life.

without saying a word, graham looked around the room and took your wrist, walking away and dragging you with him.

“graham, what the hell?” you asked. you tried not to stumble as he walked. he took you outside behind the building. “look graham, i’m sorry i said that. i should have known you didn’t feel the same, and i-”

before you could finish your sentence, graham spun you so your back was against the wall and his lips were on yours. his hands slowly moved to the sides of your face.

you both pulled away. “woah,” you whispered.

you began making out again, only rougher this time. graham pulled his lips away, resting his forehead on yours. “let’s take this back to my room.”

*

the next morning, you woke up in a different room than your own, the bright sunlight shining through the window. you felt disoriented. you groaned, a splitting headache causing your body to freeze.

you rolled over, seeing graham sleeping next to you in bed. you quickly sat up, instantly regretting it due to the increased pain in your head.

not only that, but you looked down to see your bare breasts out. then, you noticed you had no underwear on.

“holy shit!” you exclaimed loudly before clasping a hand over your mouth, realizing graham was still sleeping. he rolled over, not waking.

you remained frozen where you sat. i just banged graham, you thought.

you took your shirt that laid disheveled on the floor and put it on, along with your underwear. however, when you got to your pants, the room began to spin due to your hangover and you tripped, falling to the floor with a loud thud.

graham sat up. “what the hell was- holy shit,” graham said, stopping what he was saying as you stood up from the ground.

you sighed. “i said the same thing.”

“what are you-” he began before widening his eyes. “oh my god i remember.”

“did we really sleep together?” you asked, already knowing the answer.

graham nodded. “i think we did it more than once.”

you thought about it. “actually, i think you’re right. was it two times?”

graham contemplated again. “no, it was three.”

“was it…?” you trailed off. then, it hit you. “oh my god you’re right. it was definitely three.”

graham slipped on some boxers under the blankets. “well, what does this mean? for us?”

you sighed. you walked over to the bed, facing him. “i don’t know. i know what i want, but what about you?”

he began to speak, but stopped. then a small smile appeared on his lips. “if i’m being totally honest, Y/N,” your heart raced at the sound of your name. “i’ve liked you from the moment i heard you singing in your driveway that one day. you’ve had a hold on me ever since.”

your heart felt like it skipped a beat. you couldn’t help but laugh like a middle school girl with her first crush. “i feel the same way about you.”

graham blushed. “everything about you is attractive to me,” he started. “your voice, your guitar, your body, your spirit, everything. i’ve kept these feelings about you private, even to myself, from the moment i met you. but now i know that what i feel is real.”

you smiled, slowly leaning in. you placed your lips onto his, and you gently rested your hands on his neck. you pulled away, your faces still remaining close to each other. you giggled. “i was okay with our friendship, but this is so much better.”

*

collectively, you both decided to keep this information from the band. they didn’t need to know. and more importantly, you didn’t need rumors to get out to the press about your relationship. you knew that you’d be framed as the tag along of the group, only there because of graham. so, it stayed a secret.

and you played the secret very well. no one suspected a thing besides a close friendship. even then, both of you agreed to tone down being near each other around the band in order to keep suspicions low. after the devastating first tour, karen and camila had even tried to ask you about your friendship with graham and why it seemed to be dissipating.

your answer? you just weren’t as close as you used to be. in reality, you were much much closer.

you were sleeping together at every opportunity. in one of your rooms back at the house, in bathrooms at the studio, everywhere you could.

but there was substance to it too. it wasn’t all sex. you had your deepest moments with graham. you would stay wide awake into the late hours of the night just talking about anything and everything. with your head laying on his bare chest and his arm slung around your shoulders, everything felt perfect despite the rough patch the band was in.

then daisy came along.

teddy believed the band needed a strong female vocalist to lead the band alongside billy, and that wasn’t you. you didn’t take offense to it, you knew your voice was better suited for harmonies and softer songs rather than belting out rock songs.

with the addition of a new person in the band, your spot at the mic next to billy was taken, and you were moved next to graham with a mic. secretly, you were happy because this meant that you could exchange meaningful looks even more than before.

your first time playing live with the new setup was in hawaii, and you took your place next to graham. graham leaned into your ear while on stage. “you look beautiful today.”

warren began the drum beat of look at us now. you tried to contain your smile. “you’re distracting.”

as the song built into the guitar solo, you watched as graham went mad on the strings. the sound rang clearly, and you realized how much you had been missing when you were standing next to billy on stage. you glanced around the stage. all of them were gleaming and playing their hearts out. it was beautiful to see for the first time and you proudly smiled to yourself.

graham finished the guitar solo, and he looked up at you when he finished almost as if to see your reaction to what he did, and get your approval. you nodded at him, a proud look in your eyes. you felt yourself falling in love with this boy more and more every day.

you went back to the hotel after the electrifying performance, and you heard a knock at your door. upon opening it, you found a smiling graham.

“so, how’d i do?” he asked.

you couldn’t help but grin, and your eyes flashed to his lips before tugging him into your room by his shirt and crashing your lips against his. graham felt taken aback, but not unwilling. he found his footing before pulling away briefly to lock the door, going right back into it. he led you to the bed, where you laid down on your back as graham towered over you.

you began unbuttoning his shirt, and he began to lift yours off. when he had just slid your shirt off, a pounding knock came from your door.

the two of you quickly pulled away, and graham grabbed his shirt before scooting away from you to the other side of the bed.

“uh-coming! give me-um… a few seconds!” you shouted, putting your clothes back on. you turned on the tv, so it looked like you and graham were doing nothing more than watching shows together.

“no worries!” daisy’s voice rang out from the other side.

you looked at graham, eyes squinting. “daisy?” you mouthed to him. he shrugged, knowing nothing more than you. you were just surprised to hear her voice, since you hadn’t had all that much time to talk one on one.

you finally felt relatively put together and unlocked the door, revealing daisy.

“hi, come in,” you awkwardly told her, opening the door wider for her to step in.

“thanks Y/N,” she stopped partially in the room. “oh, hey graham.”

graham waved happily. you rolled your eyes at his cuteness.

“so, i have a proposition for you,” daisy asked, looking at you with intention. “let me know what you think.”

you sat down at the edge of the bed. “sure, let me hear it.”

“i feel weird taking your role as the female vocalist of the group. i know you said you really didn’t mind, but i want to offer you a song on the upcoming album.”

your eyes widened. it was a sweet offer, but practically impossible. “that’s very nice of you daisy, but i can’t write songs.”

she smiled. “that’s why i’m here.” she looked at graham behind you before continuing. “even graham could help with the musical arrangements. if you’re down for that, of course,” she said to him.

“yeah, i’d love to.”

“but wait,” you started. “there’s no way in hell billy will allow this.”

daisy smiled again, more mischievous this time. “we can deal with him,” she said, motioning to herself and graham. “if we write a damn good song, he’ll have no choice but to add it to the album.”

it would be nice to hear your voice on a record without billy’s overpowering voice drowning yours out. the offer was tempting.

“what the hell, let’s do it.”

daisy got her song book out, and graham left while you two came up with the words.

“so, you and graham?” daisy asked with a smirk.

your face went white. “us? no, we’re just friends. nothing more.”

daisy huffed, not believing it. “right.”

you laughed. “daisy, i’m being serious. there’s nothing going on.”

“okay, sure. so you opening the door looking completely a mess only to find graham looking equally as guilty on your bed meant absolutely nothing?”

you looked down, biting your lip. “don’t tell anyone.”

she laughed. “i knew it.”

after discussing what the song was going to be about, you decided you wanted it to be a love song. about graham. you wanted the song to have the feeling of being on top of the world, floating on a high like you feel with graham. eventually, you two came upon a name: clouds.

daisy began writing ideas for lyrics while you tested out new melodies. after about two hours, you had an acoustic version of your own song. you didn’t think you’d be this excited about it.

the song started off light and soft, with only piano and vocals at the beginning. as the song progressed, the energy built representing the excitement of being with him, and there was a guitar solo reserved for graham in the middle.

“Y/N, this is a damn good song,” daisy told you.

upon arriving back in california, graham asked you about the song as you were walking into the studio. “it’s coming along,” you answered, not wanting to give too much away.

“that’s all?” he asked.

“yeah.”

he stepped in front of you, stopping you in your tracks. graham looked down at you, searching your eyes for answers.

“you’re not telling me everything.”

you giggled. you stepped closer to him, putting a hand on his chest. “you’ll see,” you said quietly, almost seductively, walking past him. although you couldn’t see it, graham got flustered. you always knew how to rile him up.

going into the studio, daisy met up with you first.

“you ready?” she asked, referring to proposing the song to billy.

you nodded, following daisy to where billy was sat.

“we have a song for you,” daisy bluntly said to billy.

he looked between both of you. “what?”

“we have a song that we wrote together that we want on the album,” daisy told him.

billy scoffed. “no. we write all the songs, and besides, Y/N just does harmonies. i’d like to keep it that way.”

he began to get up. “it doesn’t have to be,” you said. “it’s just one song. let us at least play it for you and the band, see what you think.”

he paused. if it were just daisy, he would have denied the song again. but, billy had a soft spot for you. “fine. make it quick.”

the band gathered around you and daisy, who was on the piano. you shot graham a wink, and he lightly blushed.

“this song is called clouds,” you said into the microphone. you noticed teddy watching from behind the rest of the band.

daisy began playing the piano and you began to song. your light, airy voice filled the room as you tried to not focus on the harsh pairs of eyes staring you down. the song was almost psychedelic, sending everyone in the room into a trance. you got lost in your own voice.

as you approached the chorus, you began playing the guitar, picking up the pace of the song. you happened to glance over at graham, who was beaming from ear to ear. he knew the song was about him.

you left an open slot in the music for graham’s future guitar solo, and you gestured to him to make it clear. the song wrapped up, and you looked up from your guitar. the band stood looking at each other, in awe. the only sound was a disembodied round of applause coming from teddy as he walked towards the band. they all turned to look at him.

“let’s get that song recorded.”

as the studio crew set up all the necessary equipment needed to record, you took a walk through the halls of the studio. as you passed the door to the storage room, a hand grabbed yours and pulled you in. you didn’t even have to look at who it was; you knew it was graham.

he closed the door and placed a long, sweet kiss on your lips. when he pulled away, his hands brushed away your hair on the sides of your head and fell lightly on either sides of your jawline.

“you are fucking incredible. i’m so proud of you,” he said, wrapping you in a hug. you giggle and hug back.

“i can’t wait for the world to see that you’re more than just a harmony.”

you pulled away, and his hands rested on your hips. “i have something to tell you.” you said quietly.

his smile fell just a bit. “yeah sure, what is it?”

you bit your lip. “if it wasn’t obvious in the song… i love you.”

he paused before he kissed you again, more passionately this time. he rested his forehead on yours, his hands still on your cheeks. “i love you too, darling.”

*

during the aurora sessions, you and graham continued to date in secrecy. while the rest of the band was recording their parts, you two would sneak off and do other things together. sometimes those other things involved unprompted sex, other times it was just sitting and talking, with your arms wrapped around each other. either way, every time you’d come back, daisy would nudge your arm playfully and knowingly.

daisy was a good friend to have. she kept your secret locked away, and showed no signs of revealing it to the world. you appreciated her help and guidance.

you and the band recorded all the songs on aurora, and even had your own cover shoot. it felt surreal to finally make it big, after all the trials and tribulations of your band’s early years.

then, when the album released, it was instantly a massive hit. you were on radios, tv, billboards, everything all at once. hearing clouds come on the radio for the first time almost made you cry tears of joy. that was your song, for your graham.

then, it was time for another tour. a bigger, more controlled one than last time. you all knew to not screw this one up like you did the last time. this one was too important to waste.

then, the morning of your first performance on tour, you and graham got into your biggest disagreement yet. you had a few arguments before, but this was so much more intense . this hurt more.

that morning, you were walking through the halls of the hotel, on a mission to find graham before the big night. when you approached his room and saw his door partially cracked with voices coming from it, you walked over to it to see who was there with him. it was warren and eddie, smoking a joint with graham talking about clouds.

“that’s a killer song she wrote with daisy, who do you think it’s about?” warren asked, removing the joint from his lips.

eddie spoke up. “she’s never talked about being in love before. maybe it’s not that deep, and it’s just a song.”

“or maybe it’s about you, guitar boy,” warren said while laughing, hitting graham’s arm.

“i don’t think so. there’s nothing going on between us.”

good cover graham.

“well, you two are good friends, right?” eddie asked him.

graham tilted his head. “sort of. we used to be pretty close in the early days, but not so much anymore. she’s a little clingy. i mostly talk to her when i have no one else to talk with. we’re friends, but not all that close. at least, not like we once were. if that song is about me, i don’t feel the same way.”

what he said didn’t feel like a cover like his previous statement did. that felt real. and it cut deep. he called you clingy? he said you weren’t very close? a cover for your relationship is one thing, but he blatantly denied a real friendship in front of the boys and made you seem like a fool for falling for a boy that didn’t like you back. tears built in your eyes, and you couldn’t decide if you wanted to run and hide or face him.

before you even thought about what you were doing, you pushed the door open with a creak as all three of them turned to face you, a singular tear falling to the floor.

“ah shit,” warren mumbled.

“Y/N, i-what are you doing?” graham asked. he instantly knew you heard everything.

you began to speak, but couldn’t find words. you just shook your head and ran down the hall, back to the safety of your room. you locked the door behind you and leaned your back against it, more tears spilling out as you heard footsteps approaching the door.

“Y/N, i’m sorry, let me in. i need to explain,” graham said from the other side.

“you can’t take back what you said, graham. i heard it, it’s out there, and now i look like the idiot. does that make you happy?” you replied.

“no it doesn’t. you make me happy. i said those things so they would get off my case. i was covering us up. i-”

you opened the door, face to face with him. his heart seemed to shatter at the sight of the tears still stuck to your cheeks.

“that didn’t sound like a cover, graham. it’s one thing to deny our romance, but another to deny our friendship all together and paint me to be the naive, pesky one. you made me look stupid, and now those boys are going to tell the rest of the band what you said.”

graham frowned. he knew he messed up. he looked down, avoiding your harsh gaze.

you sniffled. “and you can’t even look me in the eye.”

you shut the door again. you eyed the alcohol sitting on the desk in your room, and opened a bottle of beer. you downed it, preparing to open another one.

leading up to the performance, you avoided all your bandmates in efforts to save yourself from the embarrassment that graham caused. the word was probably out to all of them now about what graham said; warren can’t keep secrets for the life of him.

you drank a few more beers and took a few pills to get you through the day and night. they took away the pain graham had caused. looking at yourself in the mirror, you had a full denim jumpsuit on that came up around your neck into a halter top. you left your hair down and wavy and added dramatic grey eye makeup.

backstage shortly before you went on, graham came up behind you. “can we talk?”

you made no eye contact. “about what?”

“…about earlier.”

“what is there to say? it seems like you said everything you needed to say to warren and eddie.”

he rested his hand on your bare shoulder. his touch gave you the chills like it always had. “i’m so sorry, Y/N. i genuinely didn’t mean to hurt you like that. i didn’t even think about what i was saying, i just said it. i didn’t think about the consequences like i should have. what can i do to make you not angry at me?”

you paused. every ounce of your body wanted to take him back and hug him, but your mind said otherwise.

you finally turned around to meet his glossy eyes. “prove to everyone that you want this.”

the band ran onto the stage, beginning their first ever setlist on their new and improved tour. despite the still sour mood you were in, the adrenaline with the crowd and the traces of drugs running through your veins made you smile. you felt like a goddess. throughout the show, you felt graham’s gaze periodically fall onto you, and you tried your hardest to ignore it. you were living in the moment and didn’t need him as a distraction.

then, your time came. it was time to sing clouds in front of a full auditorium of people. luckily, your adrenaline was stronger than your nerves.

daisy spoke into the mic. “up next, i would like to introduce the backbone of this group, the glue that holds us together, and one of my very best friends. she adds the most beautiful harmonies to all of our songs, here is Y/N L/N.”

daisy bowed down, shuffling to the back to give you the mic. before you reached the mic, she gave you a quick but supportive hug.

you handed billy your guitar, and stepped up to the mic as the applause died. seeing the faces in the dim crowd made you more nervous. you felt graham’s eyes burning into your back.

“hello, everyone,” you said slowly. you talked methodically. “this song is for anyone who is in love.” you thought about your own experience with love, and the overwhelming love you still felt for graham.

as karen started the piano, your mind was brought back to graham once again. you just wanted everything to be okay like it used to be. but you knew you had to see the effort from his part. he needed to somehow dispel the image he created of you being the clingy, lonely girl of the band who was helplessly pining over the guitarist. it was up to him now.

you rvoice started, crackly at first, but soon finding the rhythm of the music. your vision for this song was to make who ever heard it feel like they were high in the sky, laying upon the soft clouds. to hear it all coming together live on stage was ethereal. you knew it was working.

the song picked up, and the drums, guitar, and bass sounded behind you. it sounded magical, but maybe it was just the drugs and alcohol.

you glanced behind you to see daisy playing the tambourine next to graham, who kept his eyes on you throughout his entire guitar solo. the crowd roared, but all you saw and heard was graham. you lightly smiled at him, and he smiled back. he was all that mattered in that moment.

the song finished, and you stepped to the side of the mic, taking a large bow. before you could turn to get your guitar from billy, footsteps sounded behind you and a hand was on your shoulder, turning you around. it was graham.

“graham, what-”

before you could say anything, graham took your face in his hands and tilted your head up. “i’m going to prove it to you and everyone else.” as you began to speak again, he leaned down, laying a long kiss on your lips. the crowd went wild. although you couldn’t see it, the jaws of everyone in the band besides daisy dropped, who had a proud smirk on her face.

when you two pulled away, his hands fell to your waist and you held his forearms.

“are you crazy?” you asked playfully.

he smiled. it felt like only you two up on the stage. all you saw was him and his bright eyes and curly hair. “crazy for you.”

#daisy jones and the six #djats series #graham dunne #graham dunne x reader #billy dunne #billy dunne x reader #warren rojas x reader #warren rojas #daisy jones fanfic #karen sirko #camila dunne

[archiveikemen]

Liam Evans Main Story: Chapter 14 Premium Story

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… How much time has passed?

The man stopped breathing and laid in the sea of blood. The dagger fell from Liam’s grip, rolling onto the ground.

Liam slowly turned around, and his eyes met mine, widened and shaking—

Liam: I…

Kate: …

Colour slowly returned to his rose coloured eyes that reflected the reality in front of him.

He looked around like a lost child, his lips trembling.

Liam: … Ahh.

Liam: … Gahh, I did it again…

Liam: I did something wrong again, didn't I…?

Alfons said that even if Liam didn't kill the man, he’d be killed anyway.

Liam probably knew that, but that wouldn't stop him from blaming himself.

It was definitely because he did the killing while having an episode.

(I have to say something, fast. Something that can make Liam feel more at ease.)

(However…)

The smell of blood and the scene I had just witnessed left me unable to say a word.

Liam stared at me with a troubled look and mumbled in a hoarse voice.

Liam: … Always…

Kate: …?

Liam: … I’m always… trying to be good at everything I do.

Liam: I’m not aiming to be liked by others. I… don’t want to hurt others either. I just want to avoid bringing them displeasure.

Liam: That’s all I want…

Liam: And yet I always… hurt people by mistake.

Liam: …

Liam: … Hey, Kate.

Liam: As I spent time by your side, I’ve always known that there would be a day this would happen.

I recalled the night we were stargazing.

== Flashback Start ==

Kate: The stars are beautiful tonight, so tomorrow's weather will definitely be clear… I’m looking forward to spending time with you tomorrow.

Liam: Tomorrow…

Liam: I’m part of your tomorrow too…?

Kate: Of course. I’m your personal fairytale writer, Liam.

Liam: … I see. In that case, I’ll do my best tomorrow so you won't dislike me.

== Flashback End ==

Liam was laughing when he said “I’ll do my best tomorrow so you won’t dislike me.”

At that time, I laughed it off because I didn't think much about those words.

(What were you thinking about when you laughed back then?)

(Have you been fearing the arrival of this day ever since then?)

Liam looked into my eyes and smiled.

Liam: I said that I’ll shine as the main character of your story…

Liam: I’m sorry for scaring you… Kate.

(Why?)

(Why do you still care about me when you’re the one who’s hurting the most?)

Feeling as if I crawled to the surface from the bottom of the ocean, I finally managed to force some words out of my mouth.

Kate: I don’t care about myself. Because right now, the one I’m worried about most is you, who’s hurting—

Liam: … Me?

Liam: Why are you making this about me?

Kate: Huh…?

Liam: You being scared by something I did is a way, way bigger problem.

(Why?)

(I’m worried about you.)

I kept staring at Liam, tons of “why” questions piling up in my head, and our words just never seemed to get through each other.

But I still refused to give up on reaching out to Liam, the man standing there looking like he had given up.

I desperately reiterated myself.

Kate: You make it sound as if our relationship has been broken by this mistake…

Kate: Nothing is broken between us. I don't think anything is.

Kate: I was shocked, yes. But I’m not scared of you, Liam.

Kate: And I most definitely don't hate you.

Kate: Therefore…

I reached out to hold his bloodied hands, but—

Liam flinched and refused to let me touch his hand.

Kate: … Why?

Liam: … I don't want to.

Kate: … What.

Liam: I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't want to…

(You don’t want to…?)

His straightforward refusal felt like a knife stabbing into my heart.

But what I heard the next moment made my eyes widen.

Liam: … You’ll get dirty…

My hands and face already had blood on them.

Kate: That’s alright. … Look, I’m already dirty, so you don't have to worry about that—

Liam: That's not it. That's not… that's not what I meant.

Liam: That's not what I meant.

Kate: … It's not?

Liam looked into my eyes and smiled, even though he looked like he was on the verge of tears.

Liam: Being with someone like me will dirty your heart…

Liam: Misery and filthy things will dye your heart black…

(W-What…)

Those unexpected words struck me right in the heart.

Liam: I really wanted to keep a distance from you and only give you enjoyable things.

Liam: I thought that if it's just for the one month you’re working as a fairytale writer, I can do that well.

Liam: But I… I had a lot of fun being with you, and it made me so happy…

Liam: So I ended up getting too close to you and hurting you…

(That's not true.)

Kate: I’m choosing to be with you by my own will.

(Are you saying that we weren't spending time together because WE wanted to…?)

I thought that interpersonal relationships were built on each party’s desire to spend time together.

And yet, regardless of whether something is his fault, Liam always puts the blame on himself.

Like a child afraid of being scolded.

Even though we were facing each other and looking into each other's eyes, somehow Liam seemed to be afraid of “something” that wasn't physically there.

Liam: … That’s why… I have to leave you… before you get dirtied.

Judging by his smile that looked as fickle as the stars at dawn, I knew what Liam was going to do.

(... He wants to disappear using his ability.)

Kate: Please don’t go, Liam.

Liam: … I’m sorry.

Kate: Please stay with me. You don't need to tell me anything you don't want to. Let’s just have a talk.

(We have lots and lots of things to talk about.)

I tried reaching out to grab Liam’s arm… but it faded away, making me grab air.

Kate: Liam, Liam…?

(Where are you…?)

Liam: Sorry, Al. I’m… leaving Kate to you.

Kate: Liam…!

I kept calling out to him over and over again, but he was gone.

Liam vanished right before my eyes.

…

Keeping himself invisible, Liam ran out of the almshouse, away from Kate.

It was only when he reached a deserted alley, that he regained his form.

Liam: Ah— haha… I ruined something again.

Liam: I… I truly am… good for nothing…

He looked up at the night sky, biting his lip so hard that it drew blood.

It was a starless night.

Liam: …

Liam: Ah… in my next life—

Bleeding, forming pus, and festering… those permanent wounds made Liam’s heart ache.

And yet, not a single tear fell from those eyes.

He had long forgotten how to cry.

…

The only things that remained at the scene after Liam’s disappearance were the stench of blood and the intense sorrow in my heart overwhelming me.

(Liam never wanted to show me things that could scare or dirty me.)

(That’s why he disappeared, he felt guilty for letting me witness such things. That’s everything that happened tonight.)

However, besides that, there was “something else” in Liam’s heart.

(It’s the reason why he’s constantly blaming himself.)

I wouldn't know what it was without hearing it from him personally.

As I was drowning in my own feelings of helplessness, Alfons heaved a loud sigh as if saying “good grief!”.

Alfons: Once in a while…

Kate: …?

Alfons: Liam asks me to use my abilities on him.

Kate: … Your ability is to make people hallucinate, right?

Alfons: Yeah.

Alfons: “I can show you anything you want to see, whatever’s convenient for you.”

Alfons: When you make such an offer, you’ll realise that people more or less want the same thing.

Alfons: Most people will ask to see “self-centred” dreams…

Kate: By “self-centred”... do you mean dreams whereby they’re the main character?

Alfons’ thin lips lifted into a slight smile in agreement.

Alfons: In their dreams, some become billionaires, superstars, and even king.

Alfons: They dream of living in a world where they can possess all the wealth, power, and prestige.

Alfons: But Liam is different.

Alfons: He never lets himself make any appearances in his dreams.

Kate: … A dream without himself?

Alfons: Now, what sort of wish do you think he has…?

#ikemen villains #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #otome #ikevil main story #liam main story

[fortheloveofaussiegrit]

as someone who spent years having their stuff ripped and reposted to f1twt, i wish someone would've told me this before i went into a months-long spiral about the issue--but honestly, the healthiest thing to do is stop going on twitter and kindly ask ppl to stop letting u know your stuff is being taken.

i know that's easier said than done and sounds wack but honestly! my mental health was literally the stonks meme after i did this!! sometimes you'll come across your shit on pinterest or google again bc of reposters and it'll Suck™, but don't let this stop you from doing things you enjoy, yknow? at the end of the day, twitter engagement (and tumblr engagement too) doesn't mean anything and is completely forgettable. the important thing is, did you have fun making your gifs? sharing insane moments to talk about with friends? did you reach the audience who matters?

the numbers game on socmed hurts a lot, i know. my friends used to talk me down for hours on end about it. but people on twitter don't give two shits about us, so don't give two shits about them; they're not even worth the second-hand smoke you breathe.

sending hugs <3 -user mwebber

hello hello! thank you for ur message<3

I know that you and a lot of others get their content stolen constantly and ahh to me that is still mind boggling that people think its okay to steal someone else’s content but yeah it is what it is

The thing that got to me this time is the privacy of it all. I know im posting on socials but here is very different to twt/tiktok. I’ve never really been one for numbers like if something does well great and obvs there’s stuff i want to do well, but for the most part a lot of my stuff does not get main tagged because it is for a small group of people and myself!

what really gets me and maybe its just me, but the possibility for interaction with real people on twt. For me that is terrifying and the thought of rl people seeing some of my content?? … like why are we putting a gif of Mark grabbing his dick on twitter where he or someone related to him could see it? I didnt main tag it and i know its inevitable that more people will see it but that really fucked with me when i saw that. it still haunts me that the video of with me breathing and making noises from goodwood made it to twt too 🤣 thats what really got to me this time and ive tried to not let it get to me but it’s scary!!! lol

but yeah ive got big girl responsibilities!! and i probably wont be gone for long but yeah:) sending hugs back:))

#inbox

[luv-assangiebatch]

Mendax Undercover - Chapter 6: Charming Mystery

Kat did just as Julian had asked and set up a meeting the following week for them to discuss the first steps of their research.  Julian’s calendar was fairly full most of the days, so she had to snag a timeslot within the last hours of the workday later into the week.  For the days leading up to the meeting, she was extra anxious and found that her stomach exhibited frequent fluttery sensations of butterflies any time she thought of Julian.  These symptoms became even more prominent when she caught a glimpse of him in the office or better yet, when they crossed paths in the halls and exchanged quick greetings.  His voice was always so soft and smooth when he spoke, and he was never short on the amount of charming grins he would flash afterward.  Kat caught herself gazing toward his office every so often while she was at her desk, and sometimes when he stepped out to interact with his team he would glance in her direction before heading back into his office.  When his eyes caught hers, he would always grin softly and give her a subtle wave.  She would then return also with a smile and a wave, but not before a shy blush.  These actions were very subtle and were not noticed by most others within the large office floor, but one day Juniper found themselves witness to one of these events. 

Juniper popped up and leaned over toward Kat’s desk and caught her spacing out as she was still glancing toward Julian’s office door.

“So have you met with him yet about your research?” Juniper asked.

“Hmm—what?”  Kat asked, somewhat in a daze.  Then she snapped out of it and looked toward her friend.  “Oh…no, not yet…we have a meeting on Thursday.”

Juniper smiled.  “Are you nervous?”

Kat shrugged.  “No…I don’t think so…”  She tried to play it cool, but Juniper could see right through it.  “I mean…it is just a work thing, for work.  I just need to focus on being prepared.  I don’t want him to think he made a mistake by choosing me to work with him on this.”

“I am sure it will be great!  You’ve told me about your master’s project before, so it’ll be interesting to see what you both come up with.  Have you talked with him at all since last week?”

“No, not much beyond passing each other in the office.  I have managed to keep my balance when I’ve seen him this week, so that’s something.  Hopefully a good sign.”

Juniper nodded with an amused smile.  “Ahh perhaps!  Maybe you are feeling more comfortable around him?”

“Maybe…” Kat pondered.  “I just can’t wait to talk to him again…  He was so nice, he made me feel comfortable.  I mean inside I was like, ‘aaahhhh!’” Kat flashed some jazz hands, illustrating her internal excitement.  “And he’s smart…so smart… And very confident.  I can tell he commands control but is not overbearing… He has a sort of quiet elegance about it all.  It’s like he’s this enigmatic mixture of dominance and humility—it’s intoxicating!  I mean, have you ever met anyone like that?”

Juniper shook their head.  “I can’t say that I have, not that I recall, anyway…he sounds intriguing.”

Kat nodded and continued to gush.  “He really is….he has this way of looking at you with a smile that is sweet and yet somehow sly…and it just makes your heart skip a beat.  And then his voice—with that accent…it’s as if his words are wrapping themselves around you in a gentle, warm embrace.  It’s enchanting…!”  She sighed as she spaced off for a moment.

“Well, I still think you have talked with him more than anyone else on this floor.  I think he might see something in you, too.”

Kat shrugged as she snapped out of her daze. “I dunno about that…I mean, he’s in a lot of meetings, so he’s talked with people in those, surely…”

Juniper nodded.  “That’s true…”  Then they looked toward their computer as a new email popped in.  “Oh, looks like one of our customers is looking for WTS and WES results that are on this flowcell we haven’t analyzed yet.  Guess we better get to it…!”

“Ah, I see that— on it!”  Kat was able to shift back into scientist mode and keep her mind focused on her work rather than her budding feelings for Julian.

* * *

Finally Thursday had rolled around and Kat was on pins and needles of anticipation all day until four o’clock, which was the time of her meeting with Julian.  Shortly before she began to gather her things and make her way toward his office, her instant messages dinged a few times with each of her good friends wishing her luck and pleading for all the details afterward.  Kat blushed and smiled at the messages; it was so sweet how invested her friends were in this new endeavor.  She really appreciated the support, both with her career and her crush.

She knocked on Julian’s door before she lightly pushed it open and peeked inside.

“Hi—J-Julian…?”

Julian looked up from his monitors. “Oh hi Kitty-Kat, how are you?” he asked nonchalantly.

“Good—good…Um, are we still meeting today?”

Julian raised his eyebrows and took in a breath before he licked his lips slowly, as if he were pondering something.  Then he bit his bottom lip for a moment before he exhaled.  “Is that today?”  He tilted his head to the side and toward her with inquisitive brows.

“Y-yes….today at 4.  It’s 4 now…”  Kat felt like her face was on fire and her palms were all sweaty.  She was simultaneously wishing she would have brought a glass of water with her while also second guessing herself if she remembered to put deodorant on that day.  “Do you need me to reschedule it…?”

Julian paused, raising his eyebrows again and rolling his eyes to the side as he seemed to ponder the question.  Then he looked down and sighed, some errant locks falling over his right eye. 

“Shit…” he sighed, then looked up at her with almost apologetic eyes. “Yeah, I am swamped, can we try for tomorrow instead?”

“Tomorrow…? O-okay, sure…” Kat started to walk away to leave Julian to his work, but then he popped out of his chair and stepped toward her.

“Wait—Kitty…”

Kat turned back toward him, still standing in the doorway.

“I am just messing with you,” he flashed a playful smile.  It was a little awkward, but he was being somewhat flirtatious.  While Julian possessed a great deal of natural charisma and charm, it didn’t save him from sporadic bouts of social ineptitude.  In fact, some people in his past wondered if he were placed somewhere along the spectrum of autism.  Charming yet awkward—again he exhibited the enchanting juxtaposition of perfect imperfection.  

“Please, come in…sit-sit…” he motioned toward the conference table in his office by the large window.

Kat tried to calm her blushing, wondering if Julian could see any of the moisture beading up along the hairline of her face.  She breathed out a laugh, relieved that they were still on for the meeting but also wondering what in the hell just happened.

“Oh, okay…good!”  She tried to match his playful demeanor.  She sat down at one of the chairs in front of the table while Julian undocked his laptop and sat at the next chair, which was at the head of the conference table.

“Okay, what do you have for me?” Julian asked, opening his laptop and typing in his login information.

“Well I have some references to my research and some of the variants of interest—” Kat began before Julian cut her off.

“Oh—would you like something to drink?  Water?”  He reached behind him for the small fridge near his desk and opened it, pulling out a bottle of water.

Kat was relieved. “Oh yes, please!”

Julian smiled softly and handed her the bottle.  He then settled back into his position at the table.  “Please…” he motioned for her to continue.

After taking a refreshing gulp from the bottle, Kat continued explaining her research.  She gave him a quick background on urothelial carcinoma and some of her variants of interest for therapy associations.  She also presented some crude, rudimentary examples of pipeline programs created in python to give him a starting point, as well as presented datasets from Sant�� Genomics cases as well as from the Cancer Genome Atlas (TCGA).  Julian was impressed with Kat’s preparedness and dedication.  He could also sense the passion she had for the project as she continued to explain her research, citing various scholarly articles that backed up the reasoning for her wanting to test out this group of pathogenic variants.  He saw a bit of himself in her, being so dedicated to a project.  That’s when he knew he had chosen the right person to work with—he needed someone smart, focused, and dedicated.  Someone who worked in the same way he did.

“Well, look—I think you’ve got a great start here,” Julian stated, his deep voice rumbling softly.  “We’ve got a clear direction, and you’ve come well-prepared.  I’m quite impressed, actually…”  His lips fashioned a soft grin.  “Nice work, Kitty-Kat…”  His eyes twinkled a bit as he continued to smile.

Kat’s heart skipped a beat twofold-- once for the charming look, and again for the compliment to her research.

“Thank you so much!  Julian, I really appreciate this and I am excited to work with you—”  Her eyes fluttered as she looked away for a moment, trying to control her blushing yet again.  “On this project… work with you on this project…” she tried to clarify.

Julian continued to grin at her, his zircon eyes playfully shining.  He found her bashful demeanor mixed with her intellect to be quite fetching.  He sensed her nerves were due to her possibly being sweet on him, but he certainly didn’t mind.  This was not a new scene for Julian though, his ethereal look combined with his intelligence and unfaltering confidence drew women to him like moths to a flame.  While he enjoyed the attention, he could not be won over very easily.  Julian had high expectations from everyone, so it would stand to reason that only unique and extraordinary women would pique his interest.  He desired someone smart who could challenge him at his level, yet also someone authentic and down to earth.  A woman with these qualities that he could fully trust was a tall order that was not met often.  However, when he interacted with Kat, he sensed a possibility of her meeting these criteria and it intrigued him.

“Yeah…” Julian returned with an idealistic air.  “I think we could be onto something here, let’s see what we come up with.”

Kat smiled as she nodded back at him.

“If you could continue researching variants of interest and also prepare various datasets for me to use, I will get to work on the coding for the pipeline.  Sound like a good start?”

Kat nodded enthusiastically, still elated to even be in such a conversation.  “Yes, absolutely—I will start working on this right away.”

“Good.  Let’s meet at least a couple times a week.  Go ahead and set up meetings for the next couple of months and we’ll see how that goes.”

“Okay great, I can do that!  Does this time work for you?”

Julian turned the corners of his mouth downward as he shrugged a little, seeming pensive.  ”Yeah, later in the day works better, I’m sure you have other tasks you need to do also…”

“Yes definitely…”  Kat typed on her laptop as she began setting up the recurring meetings in Outlook and sent them off to Julian.

“Okay, nice work.  I look forward to seeing what you have for me next time,”  he said, then flashed another charming grin.

Kat tried to hold back her giddiness as she responded with another smile.  “Okay…thanks again, Julian.  I’ll let you get back to your other work…”  She began to pack up her laptop and notes before she stood up from the table.  She looked back at him before walking toward his office door.  “Have a good night, see you tomorrow.”

Julian returned a soft smile. “Goodnight, Kitty-Kat.”

Her eyes fluttered once more as she turned away from him and left the office.  Once she let the door close behind her, she let out a big sigh mixed with relief and desire.  That was the longest interaction she had had with Julian so far, and it just confirmed her developing feelings for him.  She found his voice to be enchanting and hypnotic with its lower register and velvety-soft tone.  And while his platinum locks and deep, zircon eyes continued to mesmerize her, it was that smile of his that took her breath away every time he flashed it.  Sometimes he would grin so wide it would show several laugh lines on both sides of his face that would reach up to meet the little crinkles at the edges of both of his eyes as he squinted.  She had never seen a man smile like that, and how it was both innocent and mischievous at the same time just added to its mystery and charm.  Every interaction with him left her wanting more, and she always longed for the next meeting.  It was both exhilarating and frustrating—no man had ever ignited a fire within her like this before.

After she had gone back to her desk to grab her things to leave for the night, she headed toward the elevators.  As she reached the edge of the large office before entering the elevator lobby—she heard that familiar Australian accent once again.

“Hello again…” Julian chimed once he found himself walking next to her.

She looked up toward him and felt her heart stop for a second.  He had donned a long grey coat made of soft fabric, along with a dark, maroon-colored scarf wrapped loosely around his neck.  He looked even more dapper than earlier in his office, so elegant.

“Oh, hi Julian!”  she managed to finally say with a slight giggle.  “Fancy meeting you here.”

“Yes…finally going home for the day, just so we can come back and do it all over again tomorrow. “  He breathed out a chuckle as he grinned softly.

They had both made it in front of the elevators.  Julian reached for his key to the restricted access elevator and engaged it in the switch on the wall, not realizing that Kat did not use that elevator.

“Going down, I presume?”  he asked, glancing back toward her.

“Oh…yes, you got it,” Kat laughed.

Julian nodded with another smile and then the restricted access elevator opened.  He motioned toward the door, presenting it to Kat. 

“Shall we?”

Kat smiled.  “Why, thank you…” she quipped, trying to match his playfulness.

Julian stepped in behind her, his errant strands bouncing lightly over his right eye with his movement.  Then the elevator door closed and he pressed the button for the first floor.

“Any big plans this evening?” he asked.

“Oh no, nothing tonight…” Kat laughed.

“No drinks and dancing?”

Kat laughed again.  Does he think I’m some sort of party animal?  “Nah, I hadn’t planned on it—it has been a long week!  What about you?”

“Oh you know, the work never ends…”

“You have to work more when you get home?  That sounds exhausting…”

“Yes, it can be…but it is necessary.  True commitment, it takes sacrifice, you know?”

What Kat did not know was the work Julian needed to do when he got back to his penthouse flat had nothing to do with Santé Genomics, but rather his other project, from his other life.  He still helped with things even if he had to step away publicly.  Kat assumed that he meant he was going to start on the coding for their project.

“Ah yes, definitely.  Maybe I should get started on preparing those datasets…”

The elevator doors opened and Kat walked with Julian through the back lobby before they reached the outside of the building.

“Yes, well… I don’t doubt your dedication.”  He smiled as they stood outside for a moment.  “I’ve seen what you can do.  You should take a little time to celebrate.”

Kat felt a warmth run through her body even though the air was chilly outside.  She gave Julian a misty-eyed smile.

“Thanks, Julian…that means a lot.”

They stood looking at each other in silence for a moment before Julian lowered his head and cracked a small, crooked grin.

“Goodnight…Kitty-Kat.”  Julian then lightly placed his hand on her shoulder for a few seconds before he moved past her.

She looked up into his eyes as he held her shoulder, then turned around to watch him as he walked away and headed toward a black car that was parked on the street.  He entered the back door on the passenger side, and then the car drove away.

Kat was still in a daze for a few minutes as she reflected on the day and her interactions with Julian.  She wished they didn’t have to end, ever.  Once she finally snapped herself out of her daze, she was able to grab her phone and start to dial up her friends as she headed toward the tram that would take her back to her flat.  She of course had to fill them in on how the meeting with Julian went, the bonus ride down the restricted access elevator, and more importantly, the brief physical contact.  Finally, she had to tell them about the black car—did Julian have a chauffeur?  Was he Batman?  The more she learned about Julian, the more mysterious he seemed to become and it drove Kat wild.  She desperately wanted to unlock his mystery.

Bonus: A little Assangie AI in his coat and scarf... ❤️‍🔥

#mendax undercover #fanfic #assangie #kassangie #this is taking forever lol #my shitty writing

[youkaigakkou-tl]

What do you think makes this series so good/fun to read?

AHA YOU’VE ACTIVATED MY TRAP CARD

(using a readmore bc its 1k words)

I think a manga has to do 2 things well, mainly. To grab your attention so you start reading it, and to keep your attention so you don’t drop it, and come back every month/week/whatever for it.

I actually started reading Yohaji because I saw it in a bookstore and the art, characters and premise caught my eye. While the “student transfers to a wacky school” scenario has been done to death (though I do enjoy it), I’ve never actually seen the teacher version of it done. I think I’ve started appreciating it more as I’ve grown up and grown out of “14 year old swordboy saves the world” plots, it’s just as fun to see an adult MC and adult characters having fun.

And speaking of characters, I think Haruaki is the perfect character, in general. His design is clean. Simple. To the point. I think a good indicator of a good character design is how easy you can shorthand it, how many details you can take away and still have it be recognizable. You put a ahoge on a distressed circle and that’s him.

My favorite phenomenon is the fact that on any book website, the first volume is always rated the worst. The biggest criticism I see of the manga, and of Haruaki specifically, is his sailor uniform fetish and “I can’t stand to watch him get bullied”. The second one is a common attitude problem I see of people going into comedy media, of taking things too seriously. Of course different genres of media have to be enjoyed with different metrics, you don’t go into Looney Tunes expecting high literature, and “sucks that Wile E Coyote got an anvil dropped on him”, said no one ever. “You’re supposed to laugh” is the most cringe thing to say about a joke, but I think some people ought to have a wider collection of lenses to look at media through.

I have thought about the sailor uniform fetish thing long and hard. The knee jerk reaction is “fetish is a strong word” and “he doesn’t need that character trait” but those are COWARD THOUGHTS! The more I think about it, the more I think it’s a genius move. First of all, it grounds him. In another more serious series, his combination of character traits (smart, athletic, has exorcism powers, reincarnation of Abe no Seimei) would be pretty scary, but his patheticness and his sailor uniform fetish grounds him firmly in the comedy genre. It’s also a good setup for jokes, and punchline to other jokes. Also, it gives him a reason to use his powers and do all the other weird shit without the story getting too serious.

Second of all, it acts as the great filter. Too many manga have your turn-off way too late into the story, whereas Yohaji has it in the synopsis, and if you don’t read that, on page two of chapter 1. It sets the tone, and you’re immediately confronted with the decision of “am I okay with this”. And if it’s not a turn-off, it’s almost certain you’re the target audience and are going to enjoy it. It’s almost like a thesis statement, “if you like this thing you’ll like the rest of it”.

The progression of the story is good too, while it starts with the tried and true “ahh the students are youkai so scary”, it’s actually a good thing, since it grounds the reader and gives a point of reference to jump off from. And as someone who reads other manga, and has seen fiction before, you probably get used to it pretty quickly, and the story does as well, and by the end of volume 1 it’s no longer doing the “youkai so scary” thing. (Chin up, Seimei-kun! There’s more things to be scared of in the world!)

The 25 students of class 2-3 are also handled super well. It’s a daunting number going into it, but most of them get a focus chapter early on, as well as earlier chapters being focused on the core group of Sano, Mame, Hijita and Beniko to ease you into the world. Even the ones that don’t get focus chapters show up in the background and interact enough that even if you’re bad with names, you can at least remember a trait or schtick of theirs. (See: the amount of times I’ve heard “oh yeah the merman” or “oh yeah the toilet paper”)

As a comedy manga, Yohaji gets to pull my all-time favorite trick: “Ohhhh there’s plot”. This is something I realised watching chainsawman analyses, which is “openly showing emotion is cringe”. This is true of basically everything, casual conversation with your friends, a song that hits too close to home, a story that sees you like a specimen under a microscope to pick apart; instinctively, many people show aversion to this, after all, isn’t it terrible to be seen so thoroughly by something other than yourself?

The great trick of comedy, is its ability to let your guard down to things like that. Unlike sadness or outrage, also exploitable and addictive emotions, joy is positive, and there’s no reason to pull yourself away. Comedy also typically doesn’t take itself as seriously, so when there IS an emotional moment, you’re vulnerable and it hits you full force. Basically it’s like this:

And now, the most important thing that Yohaji does well IMO, is each chapter’s structure. With monthly manga, a huge problem is by the next month you’ve forgotten what the previous chapter was about. (This is a problem I personally have with a lot of the Jump SQ monthly mangas, that shit just keeps escalating and I don’t know what’s going on anymore and I’m just along for the ride) This isn’t even usually a problem with Yohaji, since most chapters are standalones anyway (or 2 parters) but we’ve gotten to see how it handles this with Renren arc and Kyoto arc, and I have to say, really well!

Each chapter sets up its own minor conflict and resolves it by the end, while also setting up a vague direction for the next chapter. And the first 1 or 2 pages of each chapter has enough information to remind you what happened previously. This self-contained conflict-resolution makes each chapter a lot more memorable and satisfying, as well as being more effective for establishing new information for the rest of the arc to act on. (See: the common complaint on monthly manga chapters of “what? that’s all that happened this month??”, which is what happens, I find, when you keep escalating and escalating without ever resolving anything)

Well. All that said, the simplest answer to “what makes this fun to read” could probably be boiled down to clear panelling and clean character designs. Without those nobody will stick around to see what else the manga has to offer. Ultimately, it’s a matter of personal taste, and I think it’s better to have a specific target audience than casting the net wide, and it just happens you find out if you’re that target audience by page 2 of chapter 1.

#asks #rambles #i always feel like i go off topic when i write stuff like this and im gonna get docked points

[moralesmilesanhour]

I have so many and I’m sorry this is so long

1. my biggest pet peeve in writing is when a character (or reader) is super “petite” and gentle but somehow is a killing machine? MIND YOU, they’ve never held a gun before or even learned how to fight.

I read lots of Chinese webnovels and this very common! The main character is usually a young (teen) girl that’s super nonchalant. I also dislike nonchalant characters. The only reason is because they’re never done well enough to keep my interest. Because what do you mean the love of your life is professing their love to you and you say “okay” 🙄

2. Another pet peeve is literally the male love interests are usually super tough and always win fights, but never scar? I don’t get how he can be a high respected general and NOT have scars?? Scars are hot!

3. OH MY GOSH. AND DO NOT GET ME STARTED ON THE RIDICULOUS AGE GAP BETWEEN THE MAIN CHARACTERS! Why is a character always 18 or a bit younger, and the love interest is like late 20s to early 30s…

4. LITERALLY WRITING THE FIRST 3 MADE ME REMEMBER THIS— when reader is super and I mean, SUPER successful for their young age. Half of stuff they accomplish would normally take someone until their mid-40s. From being a super doctor that someone revolutionizes the medical field to a super spy, never a dull moment. 🤷🏾‍♀️

5. When it says reader but it’s obviously an OC. I’ve seen so many people say reader and they give very specific descriptions of the character. They also give the excuse of “I don’t like using Y/N” like ok… then don’t tag it as such? I guarantee people will still read it and find a way for them to imagine themselves into the story anyways.

A more spider verse related pet peeve 🤔 I guess the way some people write Miles interacting with reader. Either he’s super dismissive of her because of Gwen (harmful stereotypes towards blk women but that’s another topic) or just plain dumb and selfish. Reader is somehow usually right about things I don’t think should have “who’s right vs who’s wrong”. He’s really one-dimensional. I actually start tweaking when people perceive him wrong.

I think that’s all I can think about… thank you for reading this long ahh writing 🙇🏾‍♀️

Thank you for airing out your grievances sdgjgjk

#asks

[softpine]

i didn’t really do it on purpose, but most of the main characters are only children because i try to keep the side cast as small as i can. it’s hard enough for me to show each person’s relationship with their friends and parents, let alone with siblings too. but asa does interact with his siblings, he used to talk to casper quite a lot when casper still lived at home. it’s harder with sadie because she’s so little and asa has been spending less time at the mayfield house now that danny is on tour. stevie is an only child on purpose, because her parents didn’t even plan to have one baby, let alone multiple. jada would’ve had siblings if her mom had lived longer – they had trouble conceiving jada and another baby just didn’t happen in time. that’s one regret i have; i wish that aileen had just had a new baby when she died, so jada could have a little sibling ;-; and honestly i should’ve given elaine siblings! that’s another big regret. if i could go back in time i would give elaine an older brother or two. the reason i didn’t is because i wasn’t sure how big of a role elaine would play in the narrative when i first introduced her :/ she was only supposed to be stevie’s school friend but then i was like you know what.... i’m incorporating her into the fold

okay good, i felt bad being like ACTUALLY ELAINE IS A GOOD PERSON AND I BROUGHT RECEIPTS jfksjdkjs i’ve never denied that elaine is immature – it’s actually one of the first traits i listed when developing her character. i just don’t think there’s anything inherently wrong with being immature. i wish life was a little kinder to all of us, so that we may all be immature for longer. there’s no heroism in growing up too fast, it’s just.... sad. but to answer your question (which is a really good question btw and i’m glad you’re thinking about it), no, elaine’s friends have never let her down.... YET. lmao. there’s something happening very soon that might add more nuance to this conversation!

omg before i was of legal drinking age???? that feels like forever ago fjskdjfj but thank you so much!! i hope you’re doing well and having a good day too 💖💖

i’m going to keep sadie as a toddler for a while! i don’t want the age difference between them to be too big. and yes!! mac (asa’s cat) can see finn! he’s been able to pet mac a few times ;-; and i always wanted to show a scene with finn and sadie, but it never worked out. i have some really rudimentary dialogue from when sadie was much younger:

@kanakomimura​ thank you so much 🥺 creating my own stuff is my favorite part about frozen pines, because the more i learn, the more personalized it gets. i’m so happy you’re enjoying it!! 💖💖

@maturation​ ahhh thanks for the reminder, i need to catch up!! i think i’ll have to reread from the beginning, it’s been so long 😭 so no spoilers lmaoo

i agree! i don’t think most people can be categorized as “givers” and “takers” in terms of emotional support, because everyone should be doing both on occasion, but some people tend to go one way or the other and elaine is definitely more likely to push her own feelings aside to cheer someone else up. it’s usually a subconscious decision though – she doesn’t feel that she needs any support, even when she probably does. i think it’s important to mention this, because i don’t want anyone thinking elaine’s friends are being bad friends!

time is so funny because in my head i’m like “asa wasn’t born THAT long ago” and then i look and it was 4 years ago FJKSJDS but omg hiiiiiiiiii 💖 yeah in hindsight i wish i had gone with the divorce plot, but oh well, i lived and learned. thank you so much and i hope you’ve been well !!! 💗

ahh that’s a huge compliment!! i try to treat every person’s story with kindness, but casper is especially close to my heart and i loved iris too ;-; it was important to me that neither of them were vilified for simply trying to figure themselves out. their story arc is one that i’m really proud of. i’m so glad you liked it 💖💖

you can find it here!! i just don’t feel like taking nice preview pictures so i keep putting it off lmao

hey!! i think you’ll have better luck going to an electronics store and telling them your budget and needs. they may try to upcharge you, but you can always take their suggestions and do your own research. it’s hard for me or anyone else to share specific recommendations because we all have different needs. so all i can really say is that MOST new laptops and computers will be just fine for sims 4, even with cc. if you don’t play other games, you won’t need anything too expensive! (i would share my own laptop but they actually don’t sell it anymore, it’s pretty old lol for laptop standards)

@bitchyybabyy400​ oh thank you for sharing!! i don’t know anyone who gives up things for lent without being religious, but that’s really interesting that it’s so tied to your area’s culture

@simplycauseicanandwill​ i’m sorry, i don’t think i have that. is it possibly a recolor of this shirt? i don’t have anything with those words on it, but i have wayy too many oversized shirts for me to even take a shot in the dark at guessing :(

you can find it here, but i retextured it myself :)

#super long one but most of this is not about elaine so don't worry fjksjds #asks #anonymous #nonsims #brandi answers #maturation #bitchyybabyy400 #simplycauseicanandwill #kanakomimura

[coollyinterferes]

Dash Game: Muse Interview

What is your name? "Robert Edward Orville Speedwagon. ‘That’s such a long name!’ Yeah, I know. You don’t have t’ tell me." Please don't.

Do you know why you’re here? "I don’t really know all the details. So far it’s goin’ better than most other 'interrogations' I’ve been part of, so that’s good."

Do you have any family? “Not that I’m aware. My father died when I was just a small child, and I never really got t’ meet my mother as she died just a week or two after I was born. I didn’t have any siblings as far as I know, and no one else stepped in for me after my father died, so I’ve always assumed I’m the only one from my family who’s still ‘round. If there’re any others ‘round, I really don’t know, and I really don’t care.”

What did you last have for breakfast? “I’m what most folks’d consider a ‘night owl’, so the whole breakfast thing doesn’t really apply for me, I think.”

What do you last have for lunch? “Fish and chips"

What did you last have for Dinner? "Stale bread and tea"

How old are you? “25, turnin' 26 next month.”

Do you have any friends? “Tatts. Li. Lemmy. Jonathan, too, of course.”

Are you more comfortable by yourself or surrounded by others? “Define ‘others’, please.”

Do you have any hobbies? “Yeah, but I might get into trouble if I openly admit t’ some of ‘em, so I’ll stick t’ the safe ones this time: Travellin’, learnin’ new languages, collectin’ hats, readin’, spendin’ time with my mates, and stuff like that. " The not too safe ones for which he could get in trouble with the law for being: Gambling, visiting certain pubs and molly houses just to hang around other gay men in a more open manner and environment, causing mischief and getting into trouble, among other stuff.

Do you have any aspirations or dreams? “I used t’ want t’ become a doctor or some shit like that when I was a child so I could save people, all as a manner of honorin’ my mother. Childish dreams, I guess. Growin’ up, I learned that all those nice things and opportunities are only for the 'fortunate ones' who can afford the tools t' build that sorta future for themselves, and so I was forced t’ put those ideals aside and focus on, ahh… other activities in order t’ make a livin’ and survive another day instead...” This whole 'childish dream' of his hasn't fully died, though. It's worth to mention it will be part of why he will decide to invest into medical research for the betterment of healthcare for humankind years down the road, in the future, when he creates the Speedwagon Foundation.

Are you quick to anger? “As much as it pains me t’ admit it, I’m an intense motherfucker. I don’t get angry too quick or too easily, but when I do, shit goes down for real."

Can you dance? “Ah, yeah. I’ve had the opportunity t' learn how t’ dance different types of dances. Music from ‘round the world and all that stuff, y’know?” These being things he’s learned with the help of some of his now ex-boyfriends he's had from other parts of the world during some of his trips. “I dunno how t’ ballroom dance, though. Never really been interested in ‘rich people’ stuff, but I guess I wouldn't be opposed t' learnin' if the opportunity comes up.” Could turn out to be pretty useful, too.

Do you prefer casual or stylish wear? “Stylish. There ain’t much variety for men back home, so I like t’ give my shit some personal style out of personal preference and for ah… a few other reasons…” The gay code that reigned among homosexual men in Victorian times, he means.

Can you lift? “How do you even think I got these guns, mate?” The blond flexes an arm; big muscles making themselves evident even through the couple layers of fabric of his frock coat and dress shirt. Man is also packing defined abs and powerful legs, too.

Do you play games? “Poker, Black Jack, things like that? Yeah.” Additionally, even though he rarely interacts with children due to his ‘line of work’, he doesn’t mind playing games with kids to entertain them and draw a smile on their little faces in those rare instances where he interacts with any.

Are there any parts of your past self that you’re ashamed of? “Ah… That’s a bit of a complicated answer. I used t' be ashamed of certain parts of myself, includin' some guilt over my bein' an 'invert'. That was a long time ago, though. Nowadays, I ain’t really ashamed of who I was, who I am, and what I have achieved, even if it’s all a bit ‘outside the law’ because, honestly, fuck the law.”

Can you tell us a joke? “One day a bear walks into a pub and he says t’ the bartender: ‘Gimme one whiskey and............................. one gin.’. ‘Why the big pause?’ asks the bartender. The bear shrugs, looks down, and says, ‘I don’t know, I was born with ‘em.”

Is there anything you’d like to say before we wrap things up? “Ah… this was surprisingly fun!" And harmless, too.

-

Tagged by: Been seeing it making the rounds over the weeks so I applied the good ole Speeb sees, Speeb steals lol Tagging: If you're reading this and want to do it for your muse, then please take it from me (and tag me in the post if you'd like me to read your answers :D)

#;dash games #;speedwagon answers (( asks )) #(? #[sort of... so yeah. this is going to his answered tag lol] #;long post

[archiveikemen]

'Wicked Love Blooming In The Dark Night' Story Event: Chapter 1

Liam's Route

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— Liam Evans. Member of Crown, and a stage actor who shines with overwhelming brilliance.

I didn't notice it until I was captivated by your special kind of brilliance that charms everyone.

…

Kate: Why did you hide it from me…

The darkness haunting your heart, and that abnormality—

…

That night, I found out about a forbidden secret that I shouldn't have known, and was made to work as a fairytale writer for one month.

Victor, the Queen’s aide, made a suggestion.

Victor: Miss Kate, I have a suggestion for you.

Victor: Your job as a fairytale writer is to keep a record of Crown’s movements, which means that you need to develop a greater understanding of the members.

Victor: And, therefore! You—

…

(“You should pick a member of Crown to be your boyfriend for a day” … huh.)

(That being said…)

Kate: I have no idea what I should do…

Liam: Fufu, why are you all alone and making that cute face?

(Huh…?)

I turned around when I heard a voice coming from behind me, but the only person I saw standing there was Harrison.

Harrison: …?

Kate: Pretty sure it was Liam’s voice I heard…

(Could it have been Harrison imitating his voice?)

Harrison: Oi, Liam. You’re making me look suspicious.

Liam suddenly appeared in front of me.

Liam: Okay, okaay. I’m right here.

Kate: Wah…!

(All of a sudden! Was that a magic trick?)

Liam: Ahaha, thanks for the lovely response.

Harrison: Ahh, this is your first time witnessing Liam’s special ability?

Harrison: His ability is to make himself “unnoticeable by others”. In other words, he can sneak into your room without you realising he’s there.

Liam: Hey, that sounded weird, Harry! I don't do that sort of thing.

Right, the people standing in front of me are members of an imperial organisation under the command of Her Majesty the Queen, who rules the country with the help of cursed people.

Liam: — Anyway, Kate. You were trying to decide who to pick as your boyfriend, right?

Kate: By any chance, were you eavesdropping on my conversation with Victor?

Harrison: I only have a vague idea of it. I don't know why that weird old geezer made such a suggestion…

Kate: He must've put a lot of thought into it.

Liam • Harrison: What?

Last night, I tagged along with William for my first mission as a fairytale writer.

I witnessed firsthand with my own eyes, how easy it was for someone to die because they were condemned for their sins.

Kate: Perhaps he wants this to be a chance for me to let go of my fear and anxiety, and keep going.

Liam: …

Liam: Hey, Kate. How do you want your day to go today?

Kate: Um.

Liam: It’s fine, it's fine. No need to think too hard about it, just tell me.

Baffled by the unexpected question, I gave it some thought.

(Let me think…)

Kate: I’d like my day to be as peaceful as possible.

Kate: I want to set my state of mind straight and face my role as a fairytale writer.

Kate: Oh, sorry. That sounded too naive. Please forget whatever I just said—

Liam: OK. In that case…

Liam: I’m volunteering to be a candidate for your one-day boyfriend.

Kate: … You?

Liam: Yup, I can make your day go the way you want it to. Besides, I want to get closer to you.

Liam: So, can I…?

(That sounds like a good offer.)

Kate: Thank you, Liam. I appreciate it.

Liam: Ahaha, that's great. Yay! I’ve been promoted to the position of Kate’s one-day boyfriend!

Liam: Now that it's been decided, I’ll go report it to Victor. Be right back.

Harrison: Ahh, look at him getting all excited because you picked him.

Harrison: … But I’m certain that “today”, that guy…

Kate: …?

Harrison: Listen, Kate. Just a word of advice. That guy will never do anything you don't want him to.

Harrison: Especially when you’re someone important to him.

Harrison: However, if you look at this from a different perspective—

Liam: Thanks for waiting, Kate. Let’s go out together. See you later, Harry.

Kate: Hey, Liam. Please hang on a second…!

Linking his arm with mine, Liam happily started walking.

Harrison: …

…

Kate: Where are we headed?

Liam: To an orphanage named “Bright House”. Oh, don't worry, it's not for a mission.

Liam: You already know that I’m a stage actor, right?

Kate: Yes, of course! The Scala is a famous theatre, and you’re very popular too.

Liam: Haha, I sure hope so. Thanks for the compliment.

Liam: Anyway, there are certain days when The Scala holds free performances. They often invite children from orphanages.

Liam: That’s how I became well acquainted with this orphanage’s director, and why I was invited to visit them today.

(Heh… so that's what we'll be doing today.)

Besides being a member of Crown, Liam was also a stage actor who brought smiles to many people’s faces.

Moreover, Liam was spirited, flamboyant, kind, and… charming.

(And to prove that right, every passerby is looking at him.)

The more time I spent by Liam’s side, the more I felt that he didn't suit the dark world Crown existed in.

(Why is he a member of Crown?)

Liam: Fufu…

Liam: I’ll get shy if you keep staring at me so much.

Kate: Ah, I’m so sorry.

Liam giggled cheerfully.

Kate: Should we get them souvenirs? Perhaps we could buy some snacks.

Liam: That’s a nice idea, Kate.

While we were walking through the market after buying some snacks as souvenirs, we came across a stall selling barrettes.

(Will my hair get in the way when I play with the children?)

Liam: …

Liam: Excuse me, can I have one of those? Yes, that's right. The loveliest one over there.

(...?)

Liam: Okay, Kate. Turn around for a moment. … I’m going to touch your hair.

Liam’s fingertips touched my hair, and with skillful hands, my hair was neatly put up.

Liam: There we go. Aha, you look cute. This barrette is a present from me.

Kate: Are you sure?

Liam: Yup, of course. Isn’t it my job as your boyfriend to make my adorable girlfriend happy?

(... I hadn't said a thing about the barrettes. He paid attention to what I was looking at.)

The act of kindness sparked so much joy in me, I felt that I had to return the favour.

Kate: That made me really happy. Can I do something for you in return?

I bought a cat design air accessory from the stall and gently put them in Liam’s hand.

Liam: Are you… giving this to me?

Kate: Yes. If you find it inconvenient or it’s not to your liking, you don't have to force yourself to wear it…

Liam: I could never do that. Because… you thought of me.

Liam pulled me in for a hug—

#ikemen villains #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #otome #ikevil story event

[lionofstone]

Malevolent Part 25 reaction post bc my friend who listens to it is asleep and i don’t want to spam them so i’m compiling my thoughts here so i can send one message lets gooooo 

all i’ve been told is that there are ‘sweet moments’ in the first ten minutes so i am :)) 

arthur talking about farou </3 

“a bleeding heart is only going to get us killed” AH 

“we need to stay mindful of this, of us.” they’re an us.... my venom bias is showing again lol 

“don’t be disappointed that we didn’t help them” “i’m disappointed that you don’t seem to care” AHH JOHN IS BECOMING HIS TETHER TO HUMANITY,,,, they are swapping roles,,,, 

“have you ever picked a lock like this” “i may have, yes” listen ik this is probably Private Investigator Related but my brain did in fact go “criminal arthur 👀” so. yknow. 

“we’re not like other people are we” OH AH that line is made for me... the way he sounds when he says it... AHHHH 

when arthur and john work together 😭😭😭😭

yes that is literally the plot of the whole podcast yes it still gets me every time 

“i am glad you’re surviving for us” :(((( 

john is literally so sweet he’s trying so hard to be Good and Kind and Human and i adore him 

this is also the ‘sweet moment’ quinn mentioned i am sure 

“arthur you fucking did it!!” i love when he celebrates he is everything to me 

they are being Awkward with each other and it’s very entertaining but also i am Worried i want them to have an actual conversation again please i like when they talk about their feelings 

i’m so focused on the arthur & john dynamic that i just. forget to pay attention to the plot 

every time they’re like “oh what should we do? which direction?” i’m like. yeah there’s the patreon choice. there it is. idk if i’ll ever join the patreon bc i think it’s fun to have no idea & also interacting with the story feels like it would break suspension of disbelief (for me) (unless it eventually Came Up in the narrative a la Bandersnatch) (but this is just a personal preference) 

“there was a time when [bloody footprints] would’ve chilled me to the bone” arthur my guy you were a private investigator??? presumably you were in crime scenes at least occasionally???? also u killed a man in episode one (ok like technically john did but you were Very Close) 

“the cold has taken me” “i can’t feel as much” “it’s nothing that doesn’t come with experience, i suppose” once again: they are swapping places!!! arthur feels less human!!!! 

also i am glad they are talking about emotions again <3 

“i never thought you’d be cold” :( 

“i am not a callous man, john” “i’m saying your words are taken to heart” 

“really?” “yes!” i love when they Communicate <3 besties <3 

John demanding answers about their time apart ahhhhhhhh 

“tell me everything” YEAH 

(also whenever they do these ‘recaps’ i can’t help but think that it’s a clever way of helping the audience along since it’s usually about a month between episodes which is A While but also the recaps just. make sense in universe so i’m never too mad about it) 

arthur always talks about them going home together and it makes me :) 

john asking “how do you picture that” and arthur answering with practical things like getting a car etc etc AHHH it’s so !!!!! bc i def interpreted that question as john being more like “what happens to us/me when you go back home/to your life” and arthur answered it like it was “how do you think we’d manage the journey” and it’s just. good good emotion soup 

like on one hand i think it’s arthur subconsciously being like “we’re going to stick together ofc” bc that’s not in question for him but on the other i’m like. arthur. please do some reflection and then use your words 

WHY DID THAT “WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO” MAKE ME JUMP SO BAD 

this voice sounds So Scared 

Matthew ahhh 

“who are you talking to” “no one” :((( 

“tell us—tell me” arthur is so bad at pretending to be a single person 

“i’m not supposed to tell you...yet” UH MATTHEW? WTF DOES THAT MEAN? 

arthur interrogating matthew makes me really sad for some reason 

i think bc there was a time when arthur would’ve opened the door no question 

“some seek a power they never had and some people seek power they once did” that’s a very good line 

why is john so panicked about getting information about new york did i miss something 

“HIS EYES ARE BLEEDING ARTHUR” 

DID MATTHEW JUST EXPLODE

DID HE JUST 

ALKFHAG ???? 

“his head split in two” YEAH I GATHERED THAT THANKS JOHN 

and ofc they’re fighting again <//3 

“arthur...” “i know. you don’t know.” 

john is so gentle with arthur in his tone 

“what a waste” “...a waste?” 

“a man is dead, arthur.” john :( 

ahhh like on one hand i’m enjoying arthur’s corruption arc but on the other i miss when he was kind & and john was leaning from him 

i do love a good role reversal i’m just also Worried about what’s going to happen to them & their dynamic yknow 

OOOH THREE SOLDIERS i love when things Connect 

“the coin i flipped—” “what?” PLEASE JUST EXPLAIN THINGS TO JOHN ARTHUR PLEASE HE DESERVES TO KNOW AND MAYBE HE CAN HELP YOU 

“matthew said he wasn’t part of it—” “who?” ARTHUR 🔪 

“they needed help” “so do we!” ARTHUR 🔪 🔪 🔪 

“this is how we stop them!” “is it?” 

“HOW EXACTLY WAS YELLOW THE MONSTER BETWEEN YOU TWO” GET HIM JOHN!!!!!

“BECAUSE HE WAS JUST LIKE YOU” ARTHUR I AM COMING FOR YOUR KNEES 

PARASITE PARASITE??????????? wtf i am so :( 

“too inconsequential to exist on his own” ARTHUR WTF 

like..... is that not exactly what the king in yellow was getting at?? essentially??? “oh john shouldn’t be on his own he needs to be part of the whole” like??? ARTHUR WTF HOW DARE YOU 

john bitterly describing things i am :( 

“arthur” “what” “i’m glad i’m not like you” 

“the feelings mutual” 

HI HOW TF AM I SUPPOSED TO WAIT ANOTHER MONTH FOR CLOSURE ON THAT ONE 

remember what i said about not getting patreon? i am second guessing that now ajfgkaasfkjgs

i am feeling a lot of terrible emotions 

quinn i hate u for getting me into this podcast but also tysm <3 mixed bag with me 

gonna just. go back to listening to you call it madness (i call it love) on repeat bc that provides Happier Thoughts 

devastated rn 

#malevolent #malevolent podcast #ljs life #gonna insane over this podcast but what else is new

[maddogofshimano]

Hayashi Hiroshi Character Story

Congrats to @agentshilonglang for winning one of the give away translations! Please enjoy a character I likely would have never translated otherwise.

Hayashi Hiroshi, “the man who speaks his mind”

As you can see, Hayashi is one of a very small number of cards to have the lowest rarity possible, N. He’s been in since the game began and eventually got an SSR card (after being beaten out for it the first time by Nishida). A ton of the original cards had character stories set in the game’s present day of 2019, so if you ever wanted to see Hayashi interact with Ichiban you’re in luck!

Without further ado, let’s go.

Summary: The Omi sends Hayashi as a hitman after Ichiban, and Ichiban finds he respects the man far more than the usual rabble of the Omi. Hayashi can’t help but agree, and feels he’s finally found the next dragon.

Ichiban: Man I'm hungry... Where to go for a meal.

???: Are you, Kasuga-han? Ichiban: ...Huh!? Hayashi: It's nice to finally meet ya. I'm Hayashi, of the 8th Chairman's Omi Alliance.

Ichiban: Ah, so that's it... See ya. Hayashi: Hold on a sec! Where d'ya think you're goin'!

Ichiban: I'm starving. Would you mind if we do this after? Ichiban: Or you could come with? As long as you can handle greasy stuff, that is. Hayashi: Are ya stupid!? You're tryin' to yank my chain, aren't ya... Hayashi: I guess it's been a while since I've been able to prove myself, but I didn't think the target would be a total chinpira. Hayashi: What the hell is HQ thinkin'? Damn it... Ichiban: Whaaaat are you grumbling about?

Hayashi: Eh, it's fine. Let's get this over with already! <Hayashi swings his pipe> Hayashi: Hey! I'll kill ya! I'm gonna beat ya to death!

<they fight, Hayashi does not beat him to death>

Hayashi: Shit... This bastard...!

Ichiban: Haa, haa... God damn, I underestimated how strong this guy'd be...! Ichiban: You said you were Hayashi of the Omi Alliance...? That's a name I'll remember. Hayashi: Heh heh.... That's my line. (Tl note: he has a fufufufu laugh that's kind of killing me) Hayashi: I thought this was a borin' shit stain of a job, but it seems I was mistaken. Hayashi: Kasuga Ichiban-han... It's been a long time since I fought someone with any backbone. Hayashi: But that's enough for now. 'Til next time... <Hayashi walks away> Ichiban: ...He had a real dangerous look in his eye. Ichiban: Ahh, shit, I'm still starving. Where can I get a meal real quick...

<END PART 1> Barker: Sir! Can I interest you in a cabaret club?

Ichiban: Huh? A cabaret club? Barker: We've got lots of lovely ladies~ How does 1 hour for 2,000 yen sound~? Ichiban: 2,000 yen? That's way too cheap. This is some kind of rip-off joint, isn't it? Barker: No way, no way! This club has been commended for it's transparent billing! Ichiban: I seeee, it must be pretty good then. Alright, let's give it a whirl. Barker: Thanks much! One customer, coming up~ <they go to the club> Hayashi: Welcome, Kasuga-han.

Ichiban: ...Man, a rip-off joint would've been better. Hayashi: There aren't barkers in Kamurocho these days, now are there? It was a trap for you and you alone. (TL note: this is true, in the early 2010s there was a lot of crackdowns on club barkers and now most people are referred via info booths, word of mouth, or the internet) Hayashi: You put me in your debt, the other day. I intend to return the favor.

Ichiban: ...Well this is a real roundabout way to set up another fight. Or is this just the Kansai way? Hayashi: Kasuga-han, ya didn't seem like the type to fight for no reason. Hayashi: So now I've made a situation where ya have to fight, regardless of distaste. Hayashi: If you want to leave here, you'll either go through me or be leavin' in a casket. Ichiban: Heh, I got it. ...Well,, seems like I've got no choice but to go all out. Hayashi: Heh haha! That's good! Show your resolve!!

<they fight, Ichiban wins again>

Hayashi: Uguh... As expected, Kasuga-han....

Ichiban: Ha.... Ha.... Heheh, you're wicked strong. Ichiban: I didn't know there were still yakuza like you in the Omi. It's a surprise.

Ichiban: I thought the Omi was full of people just trying to shack up with the cops and make off with the profits. (Tl note: thank you google translate for offering “I thought the Omi was all about hanging out and sipping delicious soup”) Hayashi: ...You're not entirely mistaken. Hayashi: That's how it is in the Omi these days. There's no pride in being a yakuza anymore. Hayashi: Heh. An old fashioned kinda guy like me is disposable, fit for gettin’ chucked onto the front line like this. Hayashi: But, thanks to that, I met you. You're the one silver linin' I got. Ichiban: Heh. That's talking me up too much. You flatterer. Ichiban: Well, time for me to be off. Come at me anytime you want to fight. I'll be your opponent. <Ichiban leaves> Hayashi: ....It really has been a long time. Since I've felt this. Ryuji-han... Kiryu-han... Hayashi: Heh heh, I'll have to stay alive just to watch this guy. I might just have found... the next dragon.

<END PART 2>

Ichiban: Whew... I drank way too much...

???: U-Ughhh... Ichiban: Hm? What was that? Hayashi: ...Kasuga...han?

Ichiban: Hayashi! Those are some serious injuries. What happened!? Hayashi: This is the current state of the Omi... Hayashi: Before we spoke at the cabaret club, it seems someone bugged the place. Hayashi: And now we're in the midst of a purge of those in the "rebellion against HQ". Ichiban: Seriously...! Omi Goon A: Hey! There he is! Omi Goon B: Hey! Get everyone over here! Hayashi: Tch...! They found me already, huh. Hayashi: I'll handle it, Kasuga-san. Please, leave before you get caught up in this. Hayashi: I don't want you to see the shameful behavior here.

Ichiban: ...I must humbly decline. Hayashi: Eh...? Omi Goon A: Hayashi no anikiii~ So this is where you were. This seems like the perfect spot for an ancient rat like you to die.

Omi Goon B: And with Kasuga to boot! Heheh, we get two birds with one stone. Ichiban: Hey, Hayashi-san. Lend me a hand? Hayashi: Kasuga-han... Ichiban: It'd be a damn shame if a man of your caliber died in a place like this. Hayashi: ...Heh. That's the highest compliment I've gotten. Ichiban: If you fight here, there's no going back. You okay with that? Hayashi: Hey. I've got no lingerin' affection for the Omi. I'm ready to give this everythin' I've got. Ichiban: Thought so. Well then, let's get started!! Omi Goon A: You all done saying your prayers? ...Then it's time to dieeeeee!!!!

<they fight the goons>

Omi Goon A: Ugh... ha... guh....

Ichiban: Heh, goes to show that numbers aren't everything. Dummyyyy. Hayashi: Heh. What a magnificent brawl that was. Hayashi: ....Kasuga-han. Would ya hear out a man's request? Ichiban: Not if it's for money. Hayashi: Kasuga-han, I would like to call ya aniki. Ichiban: .............. Hayashi: I just, saw a shadow in ya. The shadow of a man they once called a "dragon"...

Hayashi: I beg you, aniki!

Ichiban: ....Honestly, I was waiting to hear it. Ichiban: Having you around is worth a hundred men. I'm counting on you, Hayashi-san! Hayashi: Yes sir! And since I'm your subordinate, please call me Hiroshi!  Ichiban: Uh. That's a little...

<END>

Bonus time!

a big thank you to this youtube channel for supplying me with character stories for cards I either don’t have or was too lazy to grind up to bond level 3

you can also see Hayashi’s animations in it, if that’s of interest. he swings his pipe sometimes

I was genuinely surprised by Hayashi using essentially the same tactics as Majima to convince Ichiban to fight him by luring him to a hostess club. I thought he was just going to step in and stop Ichiban from getting scammed or something

The “subordinate” term Hayashi uses at the end is 弟分 and I can't remember if there’s an official localization of that term or not. it's the inverse of aniki.

here’s his SSR card, Hayashi Hiroshi (2006) “the roaring twin pipes”

and finally there’s one more winner to look forward to! I’ve been hells of sick or else it’d be done but now, but it should be a good one, so keep your eyes peeled!

#hayashi #yakuza #ryu ga gotoku #like a dragon #rggo #ryu ga gotoku online #yakuza online #ichiban #hayashi hiroshi #ichiban kasuga #agentshilonglang

[deus-ex-mona]

Hooray Hooray! Minami-sensei!: Chapter 4

fure fure nya nya count: still 1

previous part: (chapter 3)

next part (chapter 5)

Minami: The kids were all so lively, but they’ve really quietened down once mealtime began, didn’t they?

Hiyori: It’s ‘cause their teacher told them to eat like good kids, right?

Aizo: Ahh, I’m beat. Ain’t this harder than our lessons?

Yujiro: Huh? Isn’t it rare for you to be this exhausted?

Aizo: You just sat down for all your interactions with the kids! Unlike me!

Yujiro: We were folding paper crafts together, so there was just no helping it, you know?

Minami: Calm down, you guys.

Minami: (I kinda understand where Aizo’s coming from. I’ve been running around here and there too, so I’m pretty tired…)

Hiyori: But playing around to the point of exhaustion is fun too, ain’t it? I think it’s a good idea to do things like that every so often!

Yujiro: Speaking of that, Suzumi, you sure assimilated with the kids really fast didn’t you?

Aizo: That’s true, you were really giving it your all as you played Tag with them, huh?

Yujiro: Well, she is about the same mental age as the kids, so it’s a small wonder how they managed to get along so easily.

Aizo: She even looks like a kid too.

Hiyori: I can hear you guys, yannow?

Aizo: Well, regardless of all that, out of the bunch of us, the kids seemed to be having the most fun when they were playing with Minami.

Minami: Eh? You think so?

Aizo: You seemed super nervous at the start, so I was kinda concerned about how things would go, though.

Yujiro: Is it because you didn’t treat them like kids, and faced them straight on instead?

Yujiro: Kids are able to tell if you’re treating them like equals pretty much immediately, you know?

Aizo: Ah, that’s true. Minami’s good at treating others with respect, after all.

Minami: Thanks…! I’m really happy to hear that!

Minami: (I never expected the two of them to compliment me… I’m so glad I decided to muster up my courage.)

Kindergartener 1: Aizo-sensei, Yujiro-sensei, let’s eat together~.

Aizo: That sounds good! Let’s eat together with everyone! Do you have some food for me too?

Yujiro: Hold it, Aizo. Can you not ask the kids for handouts?

Aizo: I’m just kidding, y’know?!

Kindergartener 1: We have your share too, so don’t fight, okay, teachers?

Aizo: I-I know, my bad.

Hiyori: Ahaha, the kids seem to be stronger and more mature than you guys are.

Minami: That appears to be true. I’ve still got a ways to go myself.

Minami: (Ah… the other kids gathered around really quickly too.)

Minami: LIPxLIP sure are popular no matter where they go, huh? They even managed to get encircled by a group of kids in no time flat.

Hiyori: The two of them are always giving it their all, no matter the time and occasion. I guess even the kids like that part of them too.

Minami: (So they’re always giving it their all no matter the occasion, huh… I see. They’re even giving it their all when they’re talking to and playing with the kids too.)

Minami: (Of course people who take others seriously are going to be well liked, huh?)

Kindergartener 2: Hiyori-sensei! Let’s make robots out of blocks!

Hiyori: Yup, sure. The one who makes the biggest robot wins, okay?!

Minami: (The two of them told me that I face the kids straight on, but…)

Minami: (Even so, was I even able to do anything for these kids?)

Kindergarten Principal: Thanks for your hard work. And thank you so much for playing with the children.

Minami: Ah, no, the pleasure is all mine. Thank you so much for inviting us here…!

Kindergarten Principal: I’m just so unbearably happy that you guys came, you know?

Minami: Really?

Kindergarten Principal: Yes, indeed. All of the children look so happy to have you here too.

Kindergarten Principal: Besides, I’m sure that they’ll be able to learn lots from watching you dazzling Big Brothers and Sister.

Kindergarten Principal: I want the children to recall this day once they have all grown up, and have the memories stir up some emotions inside them.

Minami: (When the kids grow up, huh… I wonder what kind of adults they’ll turn out to be.)

#minyanmi-sensei~! #just honeypre things #another mundane chapter~~~~~ goodnight~~~~~~~~

[otvlanga]

Otty i just want you to know i always delight in seeing you pop up in my notifs and that you remain a dear tesblr friend to me ;u;

Anyway if you've got the thoughts i wanna hear about your priest of mara with a gun or Neloth and Meallana hehe

AHH I always get so happy when you say that, I’m glad I make a good impact! <3 it’s always an absolute joy seeing your art and writing on the dash, even though I’m not as active as I used to be

And I am so glad u asked about my son Anaro I haven’t talked about him in SO long. I’ve been working out some ideas of what I want his backstory to be and I’d love to talk about it. Obviously in his like REAL story he doesn’t have a machine gun but like in his own little separate stand alone spin-off universe, he is absolutely unstoppable with his AR-15

So basically Anaro was pretty much born an orphan. Nobody has the faintest clue who he parents were, he was basically left on the steps of a Temple of Mara in Cyrodiil as a newborn, cold and as silent as the night time that engulfed the temple grounds. It’s well known that priests of Mara will often take in Orphaned children to be raised in their practices. Though Anaro’s delivery to the temple wasn’t the typical drop-off, he was welcomed in with open arms anyway. After all, who would be able to resist a chubby yellow baby with ears twice the size of his head?

The first thing the head priest noticed about Anaro was that he was quite the silent baby. Many of the priestesses and wet-nurses would grow anxious overnight when he wouldn’t wake and cry, or throw tantrums upon waking in the morning. He also grew to be a very well behaved child. He was never the most organized with his belongings, or punctual when it came to temple meetings, but he always did as he asked and never really acted out. The worst he would really do was wander off during the day to sketch by the lake-side, or carve pictures into tree bark. He was always an outdoorsy kid, and often got scolded for sleeping outside while it rained and tracking mud through the temple the next day.

As he approached his teen years and started his formal apprenticeship, he grew to be very interested in history and politics. He’d spend hours a day in the city libraries and catacombs, stuffing his big yellow brain with knowledge. He was never one for debates — hated them actually, but he still liked to sneak out of the temple and eavesdrop on the city scholars in from outside the college windows.

His passion for sociology and the like only increased as he grew older. He loved philosophy, and literature, and poetry. He loved hearing people speak to each other, and speak about themselves. He loved listening to the long, drawn out stories that most people would find too boring to tell all the way through. He was perfectly content sitting in the town square and just watching families interact with each other, never once staring with envy, but with curiosity and admiration. He always knew he wanted that one day, though he was shy and generally seen by others as a little strange. Though he was always a man of few words, he knew when to use his voice as it was needed. He was reckless in the way he would stick up for those in need or in the face of cruelty, and it got him hurt. Quite a few times. Not everyone in Cyrodiil is so hesitant to lay a hand on a future priest.

In his adulthood, after fully gaining the official title of Priest of Mara, he found himself itching for more. Of course, he loved the temple and he loving serving the people in his town. He loved officiating wedding and watching people fall in love all over again, and was perfectly happy pledging the eternity of his spirit to his divine. However, he couldn’t help but feel like it wasn’t enough. He wanted more. He wanted to travel, and see all corners of Tamriel, and meet all the souls her land had to offer. He wanted to really help people, not just by having them repeat vows after him, but by spreading true love, and peace, and kindness. He never thought of himself as particularly influential, nor did he ever crave to achieve fame in his teachings. He knew his desire for a world at total ease and peace was beyond unrealistic, but he was more than willing to do his part to take steps towards that dream. Under his gentle nature, he is a stubborn and relentless soul. He will stop at nothing to stand for what he believes in. Would he go on hunger strike for months? Yes, absolutely. Many call him foolish for his passion but he’d rather be a fool than a bystander.

So, he left. He set out on the first carriage ride to the farthest city in Cryodiil from where he was at before, and started to make his rounds throughout the country. He’d help out wherever he could. Farm work, mining, healing, simply teaching children on the countryside to read — nothing was off limits to him, no matter how difficult the task.

He started dabbling in restoration magic when visiting a Temple of Kynareth in the Summerset Isle. He decided not to stay too long though, given their whole racial supremacist thing they had going on.

He may be Altmer himself, but he was not raised with any connection to his culture. Sure, the temple he grew up in had a few high elves among them, but their lives were dedicated to Mara. No effort was really made to teach him about his roots, so he often has a difficult time connecting with other Altmer, especially the ones from his homeland.

He didn’t manage to make his way to Skyrim for quite a few decades. (For reference, I envision him to be somewhere around.. 150 years old by the events of the Dragonborn storyline. So like around in his “40’s” in physical terms.) When he does get around to Skyrim, he probably only gets a good 6 months into his travels before dragons decide to show up. How lovely. He settles himself down in the Temple of Mara and winds up meeting the Dragonborn when he stumbles in piss drunk trying to marry a hagraven. Now Anaro is all about having the freedom to love who you choose, but he really can’t just sit by and let this dangerously intoxicated nord marry ANYONE in his condition. It’s not technically illegal, but he has morals. So he shoos away the hagraven and the strange sorcerer carrying some sort of plant shaped staff, and lays the strange nord to rest. This is how he officially became ‘uncool’ in the eyes of the daedric party god. Way to go Anaro.

And once the Dragonborn wakes up, that is where Anaros epic dragon slaying era begins. I would describe how he meets Erandur but I haven’t played that quest in so long I don’t even want to attempt it right now.

As for Meallana and Neloth. They don’t have children, and probably never will. BUT IF THEY DID, the baby would be grown from the side of wall of Tel Mithryn via magic and a lot of freaky deaky questionable alchemy. Yes. Their baby would be a spore baby and his birth would be horrific as he bursts through the wall of Tel Mithryn like a rabies infested rat. He would have a badass wizard name but disappoint both of his parents by being obsessed with archeology or something stupid like that instead of the archaic esoteric arcane knowledge of the universe

“Meallana our son is digging in the dirt again”

“Shut up you old fart he said he’s looking for dinosaur bones”

“what the fuck is a dinosaur”

Their baby’s conscience would project across realities. Talvas would pay him with animal bones and shiny rocks to pull Neloth’s goatee because he just really gets a kick out of it

#Anaro my beloved. my precious baby boy #atgeir may be the Dragonborn but Anaro 100% is the main character of their quest because he has a gun #he bought it off M’aiq the liar for 25 septims and some sleeping tree sap #asks #oc: Anaro #Oc: Meallana #Skyrim #yes #tesblr #Neloth

[ilikemesometaetaes]

ohhh myy godddd hii baby how have you been??? How’s life treating you?? What have you been up to? ITS NEARLY CHRISTMASSS AND 2023 IS ON ITS WAY IT FEELS LIKE A CENTURY HAS PASSED SINCE I LAST SPOKE TO YOU :(

I’ve just read through your new fic and I LOVE IT SO MUCH THE WHOLE IDEA IS SO INTERESTING honestly I’m hooked. How do you manage to come up with such artistic ideas and phrase it in beautiful ways?? You’re an amazing writer I’ve never doubted that wow.

My apologies for being so inactive, life has just thrown so many things my way but I’m still here hahaha.

Did you keep up with the World Cup? Any particular team you were supporting? It (like every time basically) did not come home ahh :( This is the first time I’ve actually become interested in football and it has now (unfortunately) led me down a dangerous path of playing FIFA (disappointing, I know). All I can say tho as much as I understand the basic rules of football the men in this World Cup. Oh my. That’s all I can say haha

AND JIN IS IN THE MILITARY!!! honestly I never expected that the day would come so fast and soon all the rest of the boys will be going too 😭

Honestly though I truly do hope you’ve been well, you’re looking after yourself, eating and sleeping fine. ily stay safe ♥️♥️♥️ xx

Hi there, beloved anon. How I’ve missed you!

I’m okay! I’m an officer now 😎 been learning how to lead my people in school and I’m excited to see how I can contribute to the military once I actually begin duty. Some things are hard to grasp, but I love a challenge.

You’re right! It feels like ages since I’ve interacted with people on here. Any cool plans for Christmas? I’m finally going to see my family. I haven’t seen them in months because of my schedule now, but I’ve come to accept it as part of the job.

Thank you for reading my work after such a lengthy, unannounced hiatus. My life got so busy so fast that it took me off guard haha. But you stuck by me regardless. I voiced to my girlfriend that I was nervous about how it would do after such a long absence, but she was there to reassure me (like she always does, love you baby) and she put me at ease because she also read through the story. She puts up with me so often and I’m so thankful to her as my main inspirational crutch. Her and @ressjeon allow me to bounce ideas off them all the time- and they even unknowingly give me ideas. I can’t stress how integral they are to my development process.

I was mildly into the World Cup. I was rooting for Belgium and once they were out, I was rooting for anyone playing against France.

Because fuck Mbappe.

As someone in the military, it’s exciting to see Jin in uniform! It’s so exhilarating to see him take on this next step in his life. I hope he’s enjoying himself and gaining the lessons learned in a military environment, away from the pressures of being a global superstar.

I’ve been trying my best, anon. How about you? Have you been doing all of those things too?

#asks #anon asks #thanks for reading my work! #thanks for sending! #please send asks because i love answering them