#have not watched their stuff in ages but it's still a bummer
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A line Hook to you
(Danielle Marsh x Male Reader)
A/N: Its been a long time but here's something to you guys. Enjoy!
Note: 7k words
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“The invisible string theory is the idea that the universe itself is stitched together with unseen threads, all of which lead us to our destinies.”
You sighed as you finally clocked out of work with your back aching with a pocking pain. Working on heavy machinery for a good 9 hour shift isn't really ideal for you body who's used to be so athletic and is used in locomotive motion. But time just keeps on going forward, not backward so changes will be applied in life. And before you know it, from writing and sleeping at the back of the class to having to deal in fixing heavy engines and inspecting them everyday to make sure they work properly.
"Why the long face? Come, The old guys are going for a drink tonight. You should come with Y/N"
A pat on the shoulder made you sighed as you heard his voice. Despite this heavy loaded schedule and work you had, there was always a friend that keeps you laughing and knows to make your frown upside down and uplift your spirits.
"Ah I'll pass this one Sunoo. Since tomorrow is Sunday, I'll enjoy my 1 day break"
"Oh Bummer. But I understand since I'll pass with them as well."
"Huh? How come?"
"The last time I joined them, they cause a ruckus in a bar. Remember how our pay got cutted because Boss preety much used our checks to pay up their damage."
You chuckled remembering that fragment of your memory like it was yesterday. It was quite funny because despite how Sunoo claim they are, they were actually great seniors to you. When you were still new to the company, they knew you lacked experience when it comes to the actual field so they were open to teaching you stuff you were confused with. And the funny thing is here is that you were above them when it comes to terms relating to work.
Cause you see, the seniors are all mechanics and car parts specialists but you on the other hand are their supervisor. You graduated in college with a degree in Mechanical Engineering and it wasn't that long when you landed a job in this medium sized delivery company. Of course they were first surprised to see that their supervisor was new and unexperienced but you gained their respect when you had to show them on solving a problem in the Pistons of the engine.
Pistons are one thing to fix but to make adjustments on the fly and make the engine working twice as powerful as before made their jaw at Awe. If most of of them before didn't believe in geniuses, we'll you just debunked their belief.
But since then, you had a good relationship with all of them and you got more wisdom from them since most of them are family oriented now and others have unique experiences that preety much makes you amazed and inspired by them.
"Well where you heading too then Sunoo?"
"Duh I'm gonna watch my Drama. That's the only reason why I have Netflix."
"Right. I completely forgot about that."
Kim Sunoo was your very loyal and emotional friend. Everyone in the company knows he's the golden retriever of the bunch since he's just all smiles especially most of the times. But don't let that distract you that he's one of the best employees the company has. Despite only finishing highschool, he worked hard to understand how the engine works and he had to prove everyone why he's also one of a kind. Despite the two of you being born in the same year, Sunoo has more experience and knowledge when it comes to the company and working experience.
But he is also an open armed person meaning he's not afraid to help you whenever you were need. There was a time your window in the apartment got cracked because of a storm, and you couldn't go to work. Sunoo came after the storm passing with tools for replacing windows and he actually gave you a free window without even costing you any expenses at all. All he wants was to see you at work since it's been a while since he's had someone his age to talk too.
"Well enjoy your stranger things drama or whatever it is. I'll see You at work on Monday man."
"Yeah Man see you in Monday."
He waved you goodbye as he went on the opposite of your direction of where you were going. The night was very chilly and the sky was clear as the day. Looking up, the moon was shining brightly with its stars twinkling next to it creating a perfect harmony in the sky. You were used to walking to your apartment since it's usually just 15 minute walk from home and you could admire the beauty of the building around and scenery.
But something had to ruin the beauty of what your eyes admire as couples walk past you showing their affection to their love one as if the sidewalk was their hallway to act all flirty with each other. You had no objection to people being extra PDA with each other since you'll be getting a good show but it just throw you off.
Perhaps since you've never had a female in your life, you've become the bitter old man who gets angry when youngsters and couples exhibit their love in front of you. It seemed like salt was thrown at you, as the cosmos is continuously reminding you of how lonely you are in this world. So taking deep breath, you decided to take a small detour and feed your stomach a bit after all, you didn't have proper lunch since the company cafeteria is serving nothing but sandwiches and energy drinks. And you were never a fan of energy drink especially after that small incident you had when you drinked an energy drink despite only having 2 hours sleep.
You really though you were gonna die when your heart felt heavy and you started breathing heavily. Luckily for you, that attack only lasted for 5 seconds before everything returned to normal but you were glad it didn't lead to something worse.
So after taking a detour of going to your favorite ramen shop, your stomach grumbled one more time reminding you to eat already or you might faint from starvation. Entering the place, there wasn't much people around since it was night time already which you preferred more than a jam packed day time. So ordering your usual bowl, you took your food to your favorite spot, near the window side on a single chair.
That place has hold a significant place in your heart because ever since Highschool that seat has always been your spot admiring the sunset, the cars, the people but more importantly, it's because that solo space gave you sanctuary to the problems of life.
So anticipating it to be unoccupied, you froze when your eyes saw a woman with a smirk showing how proud she was in her position as she spoke.
"I knew you would be here. The Invisible string really is true!"
You were confused at to what she was saying yet she smiled and stood up and immediately taking over your personal space as she got close to you with her eyes glittering like stars.
"I meant to say is that fate us brought us here together. Because I need your signature right here"
She pointed with her pen a piece of paper in a clipboard which had a few signature of some people as well but, it was smudged and the paper looked like it was dried from air after being soaked in water.
"Is this paper dried up?"
"Ohh eer… Dont mind that. Just sign it please. For my extra credit in college. Pleeese Mr. Pleeeese."
She began begging you like a wild Woman as other people anf some staff look at the two of you weirdly. Thier Stares somewhat made you feel embarrassed of her so without even hesitation, you signed whatever was in that clipboard hoping to end this already. Once you wrote down your signature and name, she smiled brightly and giggled cutely.
"Thank you Mr. I'm sure I'll see you again in the sidewalk. See you next week again. Bye bye Mister~"
She happily waved at you and giggled her way away of the restaurant leaving you perplexed and with so many questions than answers.
"Who the heck is she?"
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Danielle extended her arms out and giggled joyfully as the sun caressed her face. She was overjoyed once again since she would finally receive additional credit for her completed assignment. That signature from last night was what she needed the most since she was finally able to obtain 100 signatures on her paper, which wasn't easy given the time constraint their professor had set. 5 days to get 100 signatures isn't as easy as it seems. So she was pleased to receive her final signature from someone she knows well.
After doing her usual morning routines, Danielle smiled happily as she leaves her dorm with a sense of happiness amd joy filling her body right now. The sky was clear and the air was perfect for her for a walk so with that she did. She began walking to her university humming her favorite song along the way. The common sidewalk that she has been walking was so colorful in her eyes right now and everything was so just blooming.
"What a wonderful day to eh mate?"
She asked herself as she giggled to herself. Yet among the busy people walking tbe familiar sidewalk, her eyes were looking for a guy who she was very thankful since the first day of her college days. As she keeps looking for that man, from a far and from someone's perspective, she looked like a mole appearing in and out of the crowd of people trying to look for you.
That's right, there was a reason why she waited for you at that restaurant last night although it was mostly just her guess and it was completely coincidental that the events unfolded that night. Never in a million years would she would have known that the stars aligned just to answer her wish to make her last signature poetic. She betted on herself that someone special will sign the last space on her paper and boy was she right.
At the very last second, just when she just admitted that everything isn't a fairy tale and her stupid brain admitted that ideal scenarios will come to reality was a slap and a wake up call for her. But you pulled at the very last second and helped her once again. Just remembering the first interaction you had with her made her blush and squeal in delight which earned a few confused and weird looks from the people.
"Shit. I'm public I forgot.."
Danielle giggled as she continued her walk to university. Although she didn't see you today, she understands that you would have left your place earlier considering your a working adult and she's just a college student yet, in her eyes and brain, she's as equal to your status in society which further more pushes her agenda that the invisible string theory exist. Because there must be some kind of connection in which you would be a part of her huge life. After all, Your first encounter with her was during her first time being in the city.
Being a college student means that you have to choose a college to go to and unfortunately for her, her desired course was far away from her city and her family. And of course, that sucks and is hard to understand but Danielle knew that this was a huge chapter of her life and as much as she didn't want to get away from the hugs of her parents, she had to let go of the meantime and travel to an another city with no friends, no nothing at her silos disposals.
She was starting at level 0 where everything had reseted for her but that didn't stopped her to be productive and she continued to encourage herself everyday that what she's doing is the best for her family and for herself. Life may be hard but you have to got an iron will to keep up with the waves of life and keep on moving forward with a stronger resolve to finish college.
Now is where her first encounter with you was. She wasn't sure if you had remember it but you were the guy who picked up her wallet when she had dropped it on the sidewalk where you and her were usually walking. Although she was to be blamed of why she had let go of her wallet because, she choose to admire than to keep her valuable in check within her reach. Honestly, the moment she realized her wallet was gone from her elbow immediately made her feel a cold shiver down her neck.
Everything she needs in collage allowances was in that wallet filling with bank cards and IDs for her to use in public to identifying her. But more importantly she didn't want a handful of earing coming from her sister about her losing her Wallet. But as soon as she turned around, you stood there returning her wallet back at her.
There was this weird trait for Danielle in where she remembers the people's face of those who showed her kindness so it wasn't such a suprise why she would remember you but if she recalled your reaction the other night, she knew she fucked up big time and leaving a good impression of her.
"Gaahh! Why did I spew that nonsense infront of him!"
Daneille ruffled her hair in embarrassment and irritation from herself for acting like a complete fool to the person…
She might have caught feelings for.
In Danielle's defense for this such claims is that she is attracted to people who shows her kindness even if it's just a small one. So despite meeting you before, Her total times of meeting you was 3 times in total considering the other night. Since the guys who were nice to her was absolutely no one. She was often mocked for being an aussie or her accent was made off back in middle school. They weren't that rampant back in high school yet as time moves forward, that claims are now reversed.
"Morning Dani. Did we sleep well?"
Lily Morrow asked her friend who wore a bright proud smile as she walks with Danielle to campus. Hearing her voice snapped her in her characther emission fantasy about which you were glad because everyone in school would know how much of an idiot she is sometimes.
"I slept well. I'm sure I'll get my credit today hehe."
Danielle smiled brightly as the two of then catches up their weekend drama as Danielle happily explained to Lily what she felt during that time as Lily was on full mode listening to every details eh spoke out off. But as soon as that was done, Danielle proceed to the teachers office as Lily went to attend her class. Danielle carefully knocked before entering the room where her professor was waiting for her.
"Ah Ms. Marsh. I assume you brought in your task I have given you?"
"Yes sir."
Danielle pulled out her clipboard along with it was the signed paper yet it didn't take 10 seconds, her progress was returned to her. And that slowly made her confidence shatter into millions of pieces.
"I'm sorry Ms. Marsh but I can't accept this paper."
"But sir, I completed the 100 signatures under 5 days."
Her professor sighed as He knew this was the reaction of Danielle once he rejected her paper. It's not that like her report was not significant to her course but what irks him, was how obvious that her paper had gotten wet or soaked to be more exact.
"I know Ms. Marsh but you gotta understand. Your already in your 3rd year and yet you can't understand simple instructions. I had given you a clean paper to work on and you returned it to me like a wet Wipes dried up?"
"But sir-"
"I don't wanna hear it but I'll give you on last chance to get that extra credit you want."
Danielle was now in full effect to listening to her professor because she needs to pass this subject without enrolling it next semester. It would be such a waste of time and year of she didn't take college seriously.
" I'm gonna give you another paper but this time it's only 75 person BUT, I need you to pass this in Wednesday."
Danielle widen her eyes knowing that getting 75 signatures in 3 days isn't gonna be easy since her college schedule for this semester was absolute trash. But if it means to pass this subject she would do it. So Danielle accepted it and he handed her a new copy. She thanked him as once she leaves the room, Danielle let out a frustrated groan from her as her task was easy enough yet hard to execute.
Although she still has 2 days to work on it and she could easily fill in that 75 person mark, the requirement for that is people outside of the campus and not students. She wouldn't break a sweat if it was just students since it would be very easy. But for strangers? It might be very difficult for her considering that she doesn't know strangers at all and sometimes they could have intentions and very bad at one.
"What do I do?"
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The sun was slowly shining down as you clocked out earlier today. It was quite a suprise for everyone when the boss announced that today would be an early work off day since he had something to do. It was very odd since Mondays are usually a busy day at the company with a lot of the trucks being used as transport for its services. But if it means more time for you to relax and sleep in your bed.
Yes, the bed is your best place to relax and just forget about the reality of things especially in the adult world. Rest is the most important factor because it's an escape for you from all the troubles of society and life itself.
Upon changing into your casual wear, Sunoo got your attention once again as he smiled at you.
"Whats your plan now? It's still quite early."
"Bed."
"Why? You wanna watch porn or something?"
"Nah I just love sleeping."
Sunoo nodded his head in understanding but you can tell from his body language that he was itching to tell you something so not wanting to make him look like a fool anymore, you decide to break his bubble.
"What? What are you trying to tell me?"
Sunoo chuckled in embarrassment as he got caught by your keen observation but then again, that's what makes you stand out from the rest of the guys working in the company and its the reason why your his supervisor. Your eyes always managed to observe every small detail and remembers them which leads to new adjustment and improvement of the engine. And mind you, it's no ordinary engine, it's a truck engine. Those who big and carry a lot of horse power.
"Well you see. My friend hooked me up and he said we need a third player and I was thinking you-"
"Pass."
"Okay."
Sunoo gave up now. Once you set your decision on one thing it means you wouldn't change your perspective on that decision. And he knows your not into relationship as of the moment as far as he knows. But that thought made him question you.
"Say Y/N, why don't you go on a date now? I mean your finished in college right? You have a good job now so why not right?"
"I don't think I'm ready for it. The responsibility of taking care of someone is a Challange especially since I can't even take care of myself."
Although the real reason why you don't want a girlfriend right now is because you thought you don't deserve to be loved after all, one rejection back in the past really pushed you way back into not stepping into the world of romance. The pain of rejection and seeing that girl choose the wrong girl will never be not funny and painful for you.
"I guess your right. But there's nothing wrong in at least trying something new right?"
"It's not new to me, I already have been in that position before."
"Then why stop at one and live a life of repeating cycle when you can add new things in your cycle of life."
You wanted to speak up but you decided to take in what Sunoo said. There was no hint of any lies in his words as they were all pointing at you about your daily life. Yes it was a repeating cycle of sleep-work-eat-repeat and that's it. Nothing was really getting in between your daily cycle of life which was kinda boring in a sense.
But boring life is what you have been accustomed to and somewhat that's what you like to live in. But is that all there is in your life now since your really crossing the late 20s now. At the age of 25 where many people get married and have a family, your still wondering what your life's purpose is. As you walk the familiar street towards you apartment, the question still lingered on your head.
What do you really wanna do?
A simple question yet it has so many possible wrong answers depending on how you read into it. For you, you definetly have no proper answer at all to that question because you yourself was finding that purpose since College and even now, that you have a proper job, that question still lingering on your mind and time wasn't helping you since people your age have already figured out their path in life. Yet for you, you were still trying to pick up the pieces together and look for that glue that connects everything together yet, you couldn't find it.
Sighing was the only response you could get out of your problem but your bubble of thoughts were popped open when you heard a soft voice of sobbing and sniffing from someone. Of course your not that person to mind someone's business but when your eyes landed on the side and saw a familiar girl with her head down, back reciprocating in a deep breathing motion, and her hands cover her eyes. You just sighed at the scene.
Your legs wanted to keep moving forward and ignore her but the voice of Sunoo once again entered your brain. Will you be stuck to mediocrity forever in your life? Will you never cross that path of change that is really needed in your life right now?
"You alright Miss?"
Taking a huge step forward, you kneel down on her level and what you saw is something you didn't know would happen. Danielle literally looked at you with tears and snott coming out of her nose as if she just had the biggest heartbreak of her life. Her mascara was all smudge down on her eyes and it was preety disastrous seeing her Iike this. But one part of you wanted to laugh at her face right now but you took every ounce of your spiritual being not to laugh at her and try to understand her situation.
"M-Mister? The guy from the ramen restaurant? The one I always see in this sidewalk?"
"Yeah but how come I have many nicknames?"
Danielle sat up as you handed her your handkerchief thinking she would wipe her tears away but no, she used it to blow off the snot she had and that made you froze up. She cleaned her nose and felt her cheeks blushing red mad after realizing what she has done.
"Oh no I didn't mean to make your handkerchief all disgusting. I'll.. Umm.. I'll wash it for you."
Danielle began to panic as she didn't know what she would do since she didn't want to look like a complete fool to you after all. You saw the panic in her eyes which was a little puffy from all her crying. After snapping out of your shocked state, you shook your head.
"No need. It's fine, I mean handkerchief are used for wiping stuff anyway."
"Naur but still. I'll wash it for you. As an Aussie, I promise to make it smelling like a jasmine flower."
"You don't have too."
"Naur I'll-"
GRUMBLE
A large lion roared in her belly and as you look at Danielle's face, the color red slowly took over her face as she looked away covering her face and groaning in embarrassment. There's was no way this day could have gotten worse in Danielle's books but it just got worst. The last on her list is to embarrass herself to someone she looks up and this was a sign that today wasn't her day.
You chuckled at her stomach and your laugher was the hidden laughter that you have been keeping since earlier after seeing her face. Danielle immediately looked back at you with a glare which you immediately stopped your laughing but her glaring and with a few tears was amusing to look at. Maybe a little to adorable in your book.
"Stop laughing!"
"I'm sorry the timing was just to perfect. I'm sorry."
But despite your words, you still couldn't control your laughing and this only made Danielle form more tears in her eyes and seeing her glaring while her lips quivering being mad, embarrassed and sad made you shut up at your action.
"Okay I'll stop. Sorry"
You were genuinely apologizing for your action yet Danielle continued to pout glaring at you trying to intimidate you which is failing exponentially because all this is doing is letting you see an adorable Australian pout cutely at you because she doesn't know how to get mad to people. Knowing that she won't stop pouting and glaring at you, you had to take an action to this one.
"Alright. Let's get something to eat instead so your stomach doesn't roar anymore and perhaps we can talk there about what bothering you. Is that fine with you?"
Danielle didn't reply to you but nodded her head. So taking that as her answer you stood up from the bench with Danielle trailing behind you. Honestly speaking, most people would have just ignored her or to be exact, Danielle should be calling for the police or be at least questioning your true intentions to her but no she didn't. And that though in turns question you why Danielle, trust a stranger like you because as far as you can remember, you don't know her at all except the other night where you first met her, in that restaurant.
But as you were thinking about Danielle, She was silently wiping her makeup and adding new ones. She pulled out her lip tint and applied it on her lips by a small portion. Next she made sure her eyelashes stand out and adding a few blush and powder on her face was the final touch. Using her phone camera as her mirror, she smirked seeing how preety she is as she knows she needs to look preety infront of you right now. Because we don't know when will be the next time you two will meet like this.
Upon arriving at the Restaurant you ordered your favorite meal as you turned back to ask her about her dish.
"So What do you want-"
You got cut off by your own words as Danielle looked nothing like what you saw earlier. Infront of you was a beautiful woman who shined bright as the sun. Her sweet smile was so warm and her headband was the icing on the top as you stood there not knowing what to say next.
"Hmm? I'll have what you have hehe."
She smiled and turned her to the side which really made you stare at her for a good while before the cashier snapped you out of your trance. You order two of what you were having as you paid and choose a seat for the two of you. Unlike before, when you would just sit alone in your favorite place, you have to look for a new place since you have company.
"Let's sit there."
You looked at her a bit shocked because the place she picked for the two of you to sit was where you always sit. Danielle grabbed an extra chair and sat opposite to you smiling happily. It felt weird having to share a seat with someone when you were usually alone in that seat. But nevertheless, you sat down as well on your favorite seat.
"So what made you like a mess earlier?"
You spoke up first trying to break the ice between you two as Danielle spoke up.
"Ugh just my signature getting rejected"
"Huh. Was it that the paper I signed the other night soaked?"
"Hehehe."
Danielle scratched the back of her head guilty of what she did as you sighed and Chuckled a bit. No wonder you found the quality of the paper before weird. It was soaked the dried up quickly.
"So what are you doing now?"
"Well now I have to do another one. But only 75 people signature this time and it's due on Wednesday"
"Oh so your boss needs it?"
"Boss? Naur my professer need it."
"Naur? You australian?"
"Yeet."
You smiled by her energetic response as the two of you shared a laughter together. This was quite a surprise for you because unlike a few of those times when meeting a new person, it was always about business and there was no feeling or sense of friendship that could brew between yet with Danielle, there was no such thing like that. It felt like you have known her since you were in highschool. An old friend kind of vibe.
"Can I see those papers miss…"
"Danielle! Danielle Marsh. 22 years old, college student studying management… And hopefully the one you call baby girl.."
Danielle mumbled the last part and you didn't even get a whip of what she said in the last line because Danielle quickly showed her the papers in which your attention went through.
True to her words, it did need 75 signature from strangers and somehow you felt bad for her knowing she had limited time to do this task. Then a light bulb of an idea popped into your head but will you really take that risk of getting out of your comfort zone to help someone?
Once again, the words of Sunoo echoed in your head making you choose the light bulb of your idea. It will be risky but at this point, you just trusted your guts and went with it.
"I'll help you out. By tomorrow afternoon this should be all signed up."
Danielle gasped covering her mouth with her hands as she couldn't believe your making a move on her. As crazy as it sounds, to Danielle's checklist, this was her first strike that the guy was perfect for her. Of course you didn't know this as you read her expression as shocked but what you didn't know was that she gasped because she thought you were making a move on her by helping her.
"R-Really? You'll help me?"
"Yeah sure since my last signature was wasted. I want it this time to be for good use."
"Oh thank you so much.. Err…"
"Y/N. Just call me Y/N"
"Thank you Y/N."
Out of nowhere, Danielle stood up and hugged you with her face deep in your chest. That action made your heart race so fast as you were sure Danielle could hear it. You were about to push her away when a sudden calmness washed over you when you saw Danielle looking up to you sweetly. It really felt weird seeing someone like her keep you so calm and relaxed without even trying. Add in her cute smile and eyes that see your reflection.
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True to your words, you managed to get 75 signature from everyone in the company. You even got your boss to sign because Sunoo told everyone a fake lie. Sunoo must have heard it wrong but in reality, he heard it correctly. You were trying to help Danielle with her signature and he began spreading the word that you helping your secret girlfriend in college and everyone ended up signing it so fast to the point your boss even gave you his blessing.
Of course this made you a little annoyed how they signed it just to show their support for you but that also makes you happy that the people your working with was supportive of you. And perhaps it could also be a sign they want you to have a girlfriend already. So since you already have Danielle's contact on your phone you called her and not even a second in she already answered it in a heartbeat.
You told her that you'll be meeting her in the bench on the familiar sidewalk to which she agreed upon. So as the time to leave for work had arrive, you excused yourself to leave early which your boss was all okay about it. So you left work not even realizing your still wearing your work polo with the logo of your company on it. You sat there waiting for Danielle and it didn't take long before Danielle arrived.
Her bright smile once again shined as you couldn't get enough of her smiling beauty.
"Heyya Y/N, you look like a hard working man hehe~"
You blushed in embarrassment realizing that you were still in your work polo as you chuckled about it. Usually you would just brush off the compliment but when it comes to Danielle, somehow those compliments hit your heart in a bullseye accuracy.
"Oh.. Umm thanks Danielle. Ah right, here's the paper"
You handed her her project and truth be told, you did keep your promise as Danielle look so shocked and happy upon seeing the Paper filled with signatures.
"You really did do it! Thank you so much!!"
Danielle leaped unto you forcing you to catch her in your arms as she hugged you tightly. You were already blushing because this is the second time you hugged her and it felt so right to have her in your arms. She giggled as she buried her face on your chest and you really didn't want to let her go but it would very awkward to just keep on hugging her this long. So as you were letting her go, Danielle felt your arms getting loose so she hugged you tighter hoping you would get the signal that she didn't want you to let her go. She didn't care if she wanted to be clingy, because she IS clingy.
"Who said you can let go? Hmph! Meanie.."
Danielle looked up at you with a pout as you chuckled and sigh as you decided to hug her again. And just like that, Danielle was once again happy.
"I need to repay you somehow Y/N."
"You don't have to Danielle It's fine."
"Naur it's not. You helped me alot. I know, I'll make you lunch from now on and you can't say Naur okay?"
"But-"
She placed a finger on your mouth shutting you up as she giggled and smiled.
"Please? Preety pleaseeee?"
"Well I guess that wouldn't hurt."
"Yeet!"
Danielle giggled as she once again buried her face on your chest and at this point, you were getting accustomed to her Being a clingy girl and a sweet sunshine.
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Waking up to get to work again wasn't something new you to yet this time it felt more postive in a sense your actually eager to work today. There was that postive aura around you right now and you couldn't help but smile as you looked at yourself in the mirror looking alright. You checked your watch as you stepped out of the door, only to be greeted by ms. Sunshine.
"Morning Y/N. I made you lunch as I promised hehehe~"
Danielle was holding a packed lunch but what caught your eye was her wearing an apron in her clothes and it looked like she just went to a slug fest with so many stains all over her apron. You felt a huge burning sensation growing up your cheeks as you felt embarrassed and happy by her gesture.
"You didn't have too Danielle. I told you I don't-"
Danielle got up close to you placing a finger up your mouth shutting you up as she giggled and puffed her cheeks.
"I told you didn't I? I promised to make you lunch until then. So just please accept it."
Knowing that she went through hell to make you a lunch box and it shows in her apron and in her hands because there are 4 bandaids in her fingers which she was trying to hide under the lunch box. Seeing her and the fact she mafe effort for you just show how serious she is when it comes to keeping her word so you accepted it. And boy the way your fingers brushed against her, Danielle's cheeks burned red and her heart rushed so fast.
"Thanks Danielle. I'm sure I'll enjoy it."
"Hehehe~ Goodluck at work today."
She waved goodbye at you waved back and walked towards your workplace. As you walk your mind couldn't believe that you actually got a free lunch and you didn't have to suffer from the horrible lunch at work and not to disrespect the lunch lady there, but the food they are serving their are so limited and so small. Yes it's delicious but the portion is so small your stomach would be asking for more. So having a packed lunch from someone isn't just a good reason to avoid the cafeteria at work but it also means that someone cares for you.
And immediately that thought made you smile a little and blush as you couldn't believe your own thoughts.
"Gosh what are you doing to me Danielle."
As you look at the packed lunch you saw a sticky note on the top of the cover that says
"You need a lot of vitamin ME"
Which made you chuckle in amusement by her Witty jokes and it was the perfect quote to start the day ahead of you. And this continued on as Danielle continued to make you lunch every morning with witty jokes which are subtle hints of her feelings for you such as the quotes like:
"I am yours, No refund"
"You must be a camera because you make me smile"
"You know it's hard to find a girl who's so smart, cute, preety and top it all, an aussie. So don't Lose me got it mate?"
And there is one quote which really was your favorite of them all as it says:
"Don't you look away, don't pass me by Anything you want, babe, tell me what do you need"
Danielle knew that sending that quote was risky but she was ready to risk it all for you and when you read that quote your heart raced and a huge blush appear on your face. You usually sit away from the crowd in the cafeteria since you got lunch from Danielle and you didn't want to make any rumors about your life and you didn't want anyone to know about Danielle. Except for one guy.
"Gotcha you bastard. Who packed you lunch huh?"
Sunoo finally caught gist of you as you usually spend lunch with him so when you started to isolate from him, he began to raise an eyebrow and this only made him more believe that your doing something fishy which he believes is related to your relationship status. And he could be right.
"Wh-what are you talking about?"
"Don't lie, you can't cook shit. So who made you lunch? Your girlfriend?"
"I don't have a-"
"Or perhaps your dating someone?"
"I don't-"
"You like her don't you?"
"I…. I….. Yeah.. I think I have fallen for Danielle"
"Wait.. Wait so you DO have someone?!"
Sunoo couldn't believe it. His theory was proven right and your walls just crumbled and it was all Danielle's fault. She broke that protective wall of yours that you kept away from romance yet Danielle, pushed through and got it broken down. Her efforts didn't go in vain because you noticed it upon yourself too.
"So the reason you work so hard and happy was because of her dude?"
"Am I really showing happiness at work?"
"Duh. You have been more brighter for the past few weeks compared to the last few months or even when you started here. You were so non chalant and bland yet now, you seem to be shining brightly."
Danielle's bright personality has finally rubbed into you as you couldn't believe the postive impact she has brought upon you and to others.
"But what if she hates me or-"
"Dude, she made you lunch just once?"
"No she's been making me lunch for the past few weeks."
"Fucking marry her and don't ever let her go dipshit."
Sunoo shook you as he said this and you decided to take his words once again. Danielle has nothing but sweet and a ball of sunshine for you. Your usual cycle of repeating boring process has come to an end with Danielle now in that mix. Everyday seems so enjoyable now and you look forward to it more than before.
But are you really ready to take that risk to love again? Will it finally clicked this time and wouldn't end in vain? This questions has been running rampant on your mind as the day goes by. The moment you clocked out of work, you saw the sunset setting and you took in all what have happened for the past few weeks and there you already found your answer.
Just as the universe seems to be setting you up, you got a messaged from Danielle that says,
"I made you dinner. I made too much earlier Lol"
The perfect scenario was upon you and a sudden hit of nostalgia rushed in your mind making you smile a little but instead of leaving in pain, you were optimistic something good was gonna happen so you rushed out of the company wearing your suit and the winds pass you by.
Danielle on the other hand was patiently waiting infront of your door with a bowl and a sticky note which was her last. Because today she was gonna do it. She had consoled Lily about today and it was the day of confession. Her heart couldn't keep it in anymore as it just screams your name everytime she sees you or everytime she makes you lunch. She needs to let her heart speak now and that last sticky note is the last one that speaks her heart.
But she didn't have to wait long as you walked up the stairs and there she stood and as if she was in a painting, the sunset behind her gave her the perfect complimentary to her beauty as ger white Capri sun dress and twin tails just makes so picture perfect. You Stared at her in Awe for a couple of seconds before walking up to her quite nervous and scared. Scared that history may repeat itself again.
"Hey Danielle. That's a huge pot."
"Oh right sorry I made too much earlier. Hehehe."
Her sweet smile really got you smiling and attracted to her and you wished this girl would be in your arms right now. But how will you pull the trigger on what you wanted to say? Anxiety was slowly beginning to creep up to you and it makes you so-
"Ah, I have one last note for you Y/N."
"Last note?"
Danielle nodded and that made you feel so sad and devastated. It felt like the ride was about to end with her and you would go back to your usual boring repetitive cycle. Danielle turned the cover of the pot with the note that says..
"Baby your my special one, cause you're the one I like"
Danielle stared right straight into your eyes not wanting you break eye contact because tonight was gonna be big for her. Her heart was racing quick and her hands were sweating but she took one deep breath as she let her heart do the talking.
"Y/N. You have been such a great person to me. You have helped me a lot of times now and I really am thankful for that. I thought I was crazy at first but I didn't expect that the person I fell in love with was within my view all this time."
You stayed silent listening to her as your heart was pounding so fast.
"We walk the same sidewalk everyday yet before I wasn't aware of you but ever since I saw you, my eyes was all locked in you. Because in that sea of people, I only have my eyes set on you."
"So before I… Before we have our… Meal.. Which I hope is not the last time we see each other because I don't want to make things awkward.. Umm.. I.. I.. I just wanna say-"
"Yeah I fell for you too Danielle. A lot."
"I love you-Wait what?"
You stunned Danielle so fast her eyes went so wide like the sunset as you chuckled at her reaction. Hearing her words was enough to confirm that your heart and her heart screamed the same song called love.
"My life has always been a repeating a cycle but I thought that was enough for me. Until you came into my life and change that. Everyday I See a reason to keep me smiling and motivated to work because you, you Danielle make my world so bright."
Danielle just stared at you with the most loving look as if she was ready to melt under your touch and you decided to do just that. You cup her cheeks and kissed her forehead and said the words that stopped Danielle.
"I love you Danielle."
As soon as those words was spoken Danielle placed the pot on the floor let and hugged you tightly and began bombarding your cheeks with kisses.
"You don't know how much I was holding myself to not kiss your cheeks. Now I can kiss you as much as I can. Hehe~"
You laughed whole heartedly as you let Danielle kiss your cheeks so much as you really felt the love coming from her. Despite having a painful memory of heartbreak, Danielle was the reminder that change is the only permanent thing in the world. But more importantly, Love wins all.
"You know my co-workers will be shocked that your in college."
"Naur they won't. Besides, My friends will be proud I have such a working adult boyfriend. Who will understand my craziness."
"Oh believe me, I have seen more crazier things Danielle."
"Prove it to me babe. Hehe~"
With a smirk, you carried Danielle, princess style making her blush and laugh as you two entered your apartment but aside from being so happy where the strings between you two has finally connected, the pot of food was left outside.
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So... did you like the movie? 😏
i thought it was really good! But I also joked with my parents that i probably would have enjoyed it regardless of what was on screen lol
my non-spoiler opinion of the movie is this
Mario and Luigi have a super wholesome relationship
Jack Black killed it as Bowser
Chris Pratt also did a really good job as Mario! I was surprised
Anya Taylor-Joy was just okay as Peach. Sometimes I thought her voice was a bit too deep in delivery for Peach but like 95% of the time I enjoyed it
I thought Seth Rogan was good as Donkey Kong but then again i'm not big into Donkey Kong so I might not be a good judge
also the movie seemed a bit short? And that's not just me saying that cause I wanted more, it felt like some scenes weren't fleshed out enough or had weird cuts between them. And I think I know who to blame for that (Mr 'let's remove all the story elements from Mario Galaxy 2 so it's basically just a Mario Galaxy DLC')
But!! Really enjoyable and I super recommend!
Okay, now under the cut I'll share my spoiler opinions
I'm gonna break up these bullet points differently cause like. It's a lot
THE BRO HUG AT THE END OF THE MOVIE. ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!!!
I know we didn't get a lot of Luigi which is a bummer but omg when he was on screen he stole the show!!
I also really liked the scene where they showed Luigi being taken onto the blimp and him envisioning his life where he's always had to be saved by Mario, and now he's in a situation where he doesn't even know if Mario is alive or not. It was a very quiet and introspective moment that, while it was rather short, I thought was really inciteful into Luigi's character and his relationship with the idea of bravery and how he views himself in comparison to Mario. And then!! The pay-off at the end of the movie where Luigi gets to be the one who saves Mario!! That was very sweet and I love that they showed that just cause Luigi's scared, doesn't mean he doesn't have courage!!
I liked the backstory that they gave Peach! And also the movie directly confirming that Peach is human in canon since that has been a question for people for a long time. I loved to watch her bounce around and show off her moves. And i love that they confirmed she's the ideas person! If they ever make plans, Peach is the one to recognize what to do, how to do it, and when. She's a proper strategist. I wonder if her parents are still alive in the human realm? And since she's from Brooklyn (I'm assuming she is anyway and that the pipe in Brooklyn is the only pipe on Earth, but maybe not) I wonder if her parents would have seen her face in the paper? Stuff to think about
Mario and Luigi have more brothers??? Once the movie comes out on services I'll have to get a closer look at both them and their VA's in the credits. I'm interested to see the age gap between all of them, since it seems like Mario and Luigi are closest with each other and not anybody else, which leads me to believe they're the closest in age and therefore grew up together in a more literal sense than with their other brothers (I assume so cause my dad has like 8 siblings and he's closest with my uncle who's only one year younger than him. Sibling bonds strengthen when you go through those toddler years together)
Also the movie was just really fucking funny. The Bowser song?? (I'll swing back around to that) Donkey Kong was super funny. Bowser himself had a ton of great lines. The line that made me laugh the hardest was when Mario and Donkey Kong were in the belly of the beast and Donkey Kong laments that his dad thinks he's a failure, Mario repeats the sentiment about his own dad, and Donkey Kong goes "Oh yeah? well HE WAS RIGHT YOU SUCK" that shit had me rolling. Great set-up and bait-and-switch.
okay Bowser song? HOLY SHIT THAT WAS INCREDIBLE. IT WAS TOO SHORT. I WOULD WATCH A 5MINUTE EXTENDED MUSIC VIDEO OF THE SONG GIVE IT TO ME NOW!!! (Also i watched Pretty Woman within 24 hours of watching the Mario movie and the two piano scenes had me... thinking about things (bowuigi))
I like that they didn't directly set up for a sequel. Like there are elements in the movie that could easily set up for it. Like Bowser being small and only needing to be hit once to be made big again. Peach's potential parents in Brooklyn, a more Luigi-centric adventure that fleshes out his small but present issue with courage and bravery, the clear set up for Captain Toad and the Toad Brigade, the fact that there were multiple different areas they could have gone into in the pink cloud 'work between worlds' place. I doubt it, but it would be very nice
also the ending kind of threw me for a loop? Honestly with Mario taking the giant bullet bill towards the warp pipe I thought the story was going to be that he sent the bullet bill through and it destroyed their warp pipe back home. And then that would directly set up for a sequel to try and get back home and explain why they would choose not to stay in Brooklyn
Also, i'm not entirely sold on why Luigi would want to stay in the Mushroom Kingdom? Like yeah Mario chose to stay, but he got to frolic in fields, do training missions, and get with a princess. Luigi got captured immediately, beaten up and thrown around, then almost died in lava at the end. Where does he see the positives in staying in the Mushroom Kingdom? I don't believe Mario would have been entirely sold on staying either given Luigi being in peril there the whole time. For them to stay, it would have had to be a unanimous decision between the two of them that I couldn't really see them making? But i guess it doesn't really matter. They needed Mario and Luigi to stay in the Mushroom Kingdom for continuity, so i guess it's fine
Kamek was great. 10/10 best supportive dad. "Dress in drag to help my adopted son practice his date with the girl he has a crush on? Say no more. Get me a matching tiara."
okay i was surprised how much they directly talked about violence? Like i'm super used to children's media where they dance around the topic of death with different phrases. "She's gone. She was shattered. He was forgotten. He didn't make it." That sort of stuff. It especially threw me off when Bowser was screaming about killing Luigi and making Mario watch. Like, damn. Dude is sadistic. The line almost felt like something out of a fic? But honestly it worked to make Bowser seem like a villain that really shouldn't be messed with. I think Bowser is often seen as a bit of a goofy villain, especially in comparison to some of Nintendo's other villains like Ganondorf who are and were depicted as sinister from day one. But this movie? Bowser has guns. Bowser kills people. Bowser beats the ever-loving shit out of Mario the second he meets him. This Bowser is not a force to be reckoned with.
Also his line when he's beating up Mario "You ruined everything! I was FINALLY gonna be happy!" like yooooooo. That has Bowuigi potential fr fr. And it's also crazy that Bowuigi fans have been saying this for years? Like Bowser is a very lonely, touch-starved individual, even with having kids. Every Bowuigi fic i've read has this element in them. And this movie really confirmed that those theories are true and I love that
and i think that's it! Once it comes out on services i'll watch it again and probably have more points to give
#super mario bros movie#super mario movie#super mario movie spoilers#spoilers super mario movie#mario movie#spoilers
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funny fact about me getting into the x files that i don't think i've ever shared on here!! i was binging on netflix of course, and really only hung around on the wikipedia page for the first couple seasons, so i got through them relatively unspoiled. then in the middle of season 3, i decided to write my first review of the show on this stupid little WordPress blog i had back then (we don't have to talk about that), and when i posted it and tagged it on tumblr, i decided to go into the x files tag to see if anyone even still talked about this old show from the 90s... and holy shit, the tag was full of stuff, and i was SO hooked on this show, and SO desperately waiting for mulder and scully to get together, that i couldn't resist the new content!! i scrolled for hours and promptly spoiled... MOST... of the show for myself. i was in disbelief that the shoe never explicitly really gets mulder and scully together the way i was expecting
at the time, finishing my viewing of the show was kind of a drag once i got through like season 6 or 7, because i had spoiled every major emotional moment in the show for myself (i was like watching clips ahead on youtube like a horrible fan!), and i was so excited to get new episodes, to the point where things couldn't be spoiled bc i was watching stuff live. and then someone leaked the details of the shows finale on reddit
now, i think maybe me getting spoiled was a blessing in disguise. the first time, because i think it would've been a bummer to binge the whole show and discover i would only ever get crumbs (plus going into stuff like scully giving up william blind). the second because it gave me time to prepare for the finale and get to acceptance
but it's still so funny to me
and as much as i love the show from all angles, i don't think anything has ever felt as special as my blind binge of those first two seasons at age 14
#i think maybe that's why i had so much fun with the rewatch... was approaching it all from the same perspective#txf#it's funny how the show gets soooo messy and badly written and yet it has this golden quality... it pulls you I'm#Thinking about the years i loved the x files... it's all rose tinted to me. loving the x files was there for me even when personal stuff go#bad#and the busier i've gotten the less time i can spend to Fandom to writing to fic... ive been in fandoms since but never in the same capacit#four years of my life. most of my high school. It's insane#maybe rewatching the x files would fix me
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So, I'm sleepless at 1am and I'm tired and I'm upset so I'm going to get out the shit that has been going on for me the past month and a half, because it keeps leaking out in tags and I guess maybe I should not do that. This is going to be long and it's a huge bummer. I just don't feel like I can come out and talk about it directly to anyone because it is indeed a huge bummer and I just. can't deal with like. the feeling of unloading this on someone and then what.
but throwing it into the tumblr void and hiding it behind cuts feels less like I'm throwing a bunch of gross stuff at someone's feet so like, yeah.
Content warnings for uh, facing the mortality of aging parents, the American healthcare system being a fucking nightmare, mentions of strokes, infections, and other huge medical problems, and basically stuff being awful.
I have lived with my mom as her caregiver for the past three years, since losing my job during covid. She is six years in remission from breast cancer, diabetic, and in end stage renal failure, meaning her kidneys don't work and she needs hemodialysis 3 days a week. I came in mostly to do things like shopping, the majority of cooking and cleaning, be present in case of falls, things like that. It's worked out, mostly. It sucks that she had to move to AZ to live near her brother simply due to the fact that her cozy little house in MT that she got remodeled to her needs has no dialysis centers within an hour's drive and the closest ones had no open seats anyway, not even for a summer stay, because of the nationwide nursing and technician shortage in healthcare. So she lives in AZ and goes to dialysis 10 minutes away. It works out, sorta.
But.
Since August 1st:
she had a stroke, which affected the language centers of her brain and made speech, writing, and complex communication difficult
she spent a week in neuro ICU for follow up; this was at a hospital 20 miles away in Phoenix. yes I drove there every day to see her.
she was transferred to a rehabilitation center after that week, where she had several good days but then started to experience severe lower back pain.
the back pain got so severe that she was crying and even screaming when being helped into/out of bed, or having the head of the bed elevated so she could eat.
myself and her other present family were very upset about this, because she was in pain! and also it was preventing progress in her PT/OT after the stroke! we wanted them to do something and find out what was going on!
an xray was done. "no significant findings."
we asked for a CT scan or MRI if an xray found nothing.
it didn't happen. maybe insurance said no, maybe assumptions were made that it wasn't necessary.
but mom spent the rest of her 15 days at that rehab facility on tylenol and then oxycodone.
she was then discharged, and yet in no state to come home.
we found a short-term care facility for her that she'd actually stayed at after her initial ER stay that discovered her renal failure. we thought that she'd do okay there.
she didn't. she declined. she was still in severe pain. MWF for her dialysis, she was basically just, done. and they had scheduled her dialysis at 6am. so. the day was just over, no ability for therapy.
they still just gave her oxycodone so even on good days she was sleeping a lot and very out of it.
we asked to speak to the physician and her case worker. we were not able to.
we asked for her to get further testing instead of just this pattern of throwing narcotics at her and watching her decline. it didn't happen.
at the end of her second week there, she was becoming less responsive and more inclined to just sleep.
she wasn't eating. I tried so hard to encourage her to eat, I even fed her. she still would eat a few bites and then be uninterested in more.
one day she only ate a cup of yogurt.
then she was so badly out of it and barely responsive that I demanded that they do something. so they gave her narcan. because maybe she was too lost in the oxycodone sauce. didn't help, they gave her more. didn't help. they called EMTs.
she ended up in the ER, where they did a CT, MRI, and bloodwork.
(this was a week ago)
turns out she has an infection in her spine. which is osteomyelitis, an infection in the bone and bone marrow that just constantly hurts. oh also numerous pressure sores, including a bad one on her heel, and a bad one on her lower back. either could have introduced the infection into her spine.
that infection has spread to her blood. yeah she's got sepsis.
she also has had at least one additional stroke and her speech has degraded even further.
she spent several days in the ICU and it was very touch and go.
it is still very touch-and-go but she's now in progressive care (pcu) which is a downgrade from ICU in terms of how serious.
but yeah. sepsis is very dangerous for young and relatively healthy people. she is 74. her diabetes means her healing is very slow. her renal failure means that her system can't handle a heavy load of antibiotics so they have to be given more spaced out and in lower doses.
it. sucks.
I still go to see her every day and talk to her even if she's not responding. I sing songs she knows. I put on videos of the church services in her hometown for her to listen to. - it. sucks. so. much.
oh yeah also her place here in AZ is in a retirement park and I can only be here because she resides here. so if something happens even in terms of her moving her permanent residence elsewhere I can't stay here.
I have no income I basically just lived here with her and she covered my expenses as my pay for being her caregiver. so like. looks at the potential need to get independent housing, looks at bank account with $30 in it, laughs darkly and decides I can't think about that.
besides I need to think about how this could be the last time I have left with my mom.
it. sucks.
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I love the comic and I miss it, and I hope you're doing well
What happened to Patton-sanders-killed-a-man?
Well the short version is:
⦁ trauma
⦁ school
⦁ I had set up an unrealistic precedent for myself
And now you can skip to the Read-More to see the ask-blogs originally planned plotline alongside the panels of the unfinished last update, but if you want the long version:
Patton-sanders-killed-a-man was the first of my creative ventures that ever garnered a notable amount, with me making comics since I was 13, though all of my previous projects got little to no attention. So obviously when the ask-blog blew up, 16-year-old me was ecstatic, but very much not ready to handle it. Not only was this my first project to receive this amount of attention, but I also lacked experience as a writer, and with a medium of storytelling as fickle as an ask-blog in which the plot can change drastically depending on the asker's actions, it was not a good combination.
I mostly wrote the story on the fly, with an outline (which you can read under the Read-More) composed of cool ideas I had and various dark themes I was fascinated with but didn't have the emotional maturity to discuss. But the worst writing decision I made was making the inciting incident, the thing that led Patton to kill "Johnny", based on a personal trauma of mine, one I was in denial about. However by the last update, something happened that forced me to acknowledge it, and after that, I was no longer comfortable with the story I had set up.
That combined with the fact that School Was Kicking My Ass (which to be fair was mostly due to my own overambition) forcing me to shift my focus away from the ask-blog. I had also set up an unrealistic precedent for myself, with updates getting longer and longer. It was unsustainable, but with the pressure I placed on myself I didn't know how to go back from that and make the process easier for myself.
(this isn't even to mention all the different ways I made the art process itself horribly time inefficient, like the way I obsessed over perfect line art, choosing a semi-realistic art style rather than something less time-consuming, not creating character design sheets to help me stay on model, obsessing over wrinkles in the clothing, spending ages taking my own reference photos, redrawing panels over and over because I'm unsatisfied with them. If you're thinking of making an askblog/a comic, if you can't make a single-character panel in 10-20 minutes with your current art process you gotta figure out a style that does allow you to do that. There is a reason why 90% of Homestuck looks like crap til shit gets serious, ok. Please don't do what I did)
I had been running purely on fumes, and the second those ran out, I fell out of love with the story I created.
…
Well, that was a bit of a bummer, huh?
But as mentioned I still have been making stuff, even if it isn't ask-blog related, for example, I just recently finished my first animated short which you can watch here:
youtube
(with its completion being mostly due to my teacher, who forced me to learn to take on more manageable projects, which I must thank her for)
I also have made a new art blog, that being @anonymous-utility and have been posting things on my youtube alongside it. I don't post often since I need to focus on IRL stuff, but it's where I post updates to all the projects I take on alongside just various other art.
Even if ended far too soon, I'm still proud of this ask-blog, as it has taught me a lot.
Thank you all for participating and if you choose to follow my art blog I will be seeing you soon.
Rough outline and unfinished update under the Read-More:
From what I remember, because I never actually wrote it down, as the majority of the storyline relied on the actions of the audience, but it was intended to go something like this:
⦁ Everything that has already happened
⦁ On the bus Dee would meet Virgil's younger sibling Andy (who is anxiety from the shorts), though Dee won't understand the significance of that, not knowing who Virgil is. We'd also be shown Dee's scar on his neck, all shown in the unfinished update above.
⦁ We'd later meet Dee's coworkers, Dee would log in at his desk as the interview isn't scheduled for an hour or so, and he notices that his email is full, this is the first hint that it isn't just his phone the askers can send messages to, but through technology in general- Dee is not stoked about this.
⦁ He then would meet "Johnny"'s mom and older brother (Daniel, aka the critic or Dice as referred by the fandom) They'd be using "Johnny's" real name, Renard, and we don't catch on that it's Remy, until Daniel calls him that. Overall the attitude of the two would be like this; the mother would act upset, but in a manner that makes it all about her, and Daniel would be rather cold and matter-of-fact. Daniel's attitude would frustrate his mother, leading to an argument breaking out, during which Daniel points out that she only cares because Remy is the only one of her children to never go against her, mentioning a certain Remus getting kicked out (to which the mother reacts negatively to daniel calling Remus by his chosen name). The interview ends poorly and Dee leaves the entire situation wondering how this family has ended up being so dysfunctional.
⦁ From then the askers could direct Dee toward Remus or Andy.
⦁ If directed towards Remus Dee would find him working at a library, and with a bit of time, they'd realize they recognized each other, mostly via each other's chosen names, as they were online friends but lost contact when Remus got kicked out and lost access to the internet. Remus is delighted to see Dee again after all these years but confused about why he's in the States, since Dee's Canadian, to which Dee explains that he moved to the States, moving in with Logan, their third online friend, as soon as he could to get away from his own family.
⦁ Once Remy's fate Remus is generally uncaring since his family is dead to him, "So golden boy kicked it, with how many people he pissed off it was only a matter of time, now come back to me when Roman commits manslaughter, oh wait" to which we are told that Roman is serving time for having killed someone in a car accident (something that Remus finds hilarious since he was often labeled the troublemaker out of the two).
⦁ Remus would also be somewhat weirded out by the concept of Patton being the killer, since Remus knew him via association and always thought him a bit of a wet rag, then again even 50's housewives snap eventually. They exchange contact information and go their separate ways.
⦁ After this Remus becomes available to the askers, taking the form of a strange figure that only Remus can see that hangs in the corners that can stare at Remus and make various gestures, though that takes coordination as they would be controlled by various people. Remus would at first try to ignore this strange figure, having experienced hallucinations in the past, but if the askers become more aggressive in trying to get Remus to pay attention to them Remus may become more desperate to get rid of them.
⦁ If the askers direct Dee towards Andy we learn that Virgil went missing three years ago
⦁ At this point, the plot becomes more vague as I hadn't planned that far ahead aside from the major plot points.
⦁ After having spent so much time with Dee, we'd cut back to Logan. Any asks directed to him will not go through the phone, unless Dee is present. Instead, askers' messages would get scratched into Logan's skin, specifically on his arms, and if the askers become particularly aggressive, especially with Logan refusing to acknowledge them due to the absurdity of this situation, the messages would begin to cut into Logan's skin rather than just scratch. This is an issue due to Logan being a high school Comp Sci teacher and really needing to not bleed in front of his student if he wants to keep his job. Logan got his priorities in order.
⦁ This will be the first time the askers would have the option to directly hurt someone
⦁ Logan will not tell Dee about this, due to the absurdity of it and due to his history with depression, he worries that Dee would think he did it to himself.
⦁ Either way, the deadline for Dee's article is closing in and he must make a decision on how to frame the narrative.
⦁ But first, we cut back to Patton. It's the 12th of May, 2020, and he has gotten as far away as he could and is currently in the woods. He is not doing well, and he hasn't heard the askers in the past two days, with him being certain he has imagined them. Once they flood back in it startles him, and he reacts loudly, loud enough to attract a passerby.
⦁ That passerby is Virgil. Patton does not react well, thinking that he started seeing things as well. But once Virgil confirms that he is in fact realm that only replaces the problem of potential visions with the problem of meeting his estranged friend who he hasn't talked to in three years. Virgil quickly forgives him, however, especially after Patton awkwardly states that he is homeless, to which Virgil assumes Remy to be the cause, stating "he took your shit and ran, I told you he wasn't to be trusted", offering a place to stay.
⦁ I didn't have much planned for Virgil, and at the time I was unsure if I just wanted him to be a paranoid guy who decided to live off the grid or… a genuine serial killer who sold people's organs. Needless to say, the second option was certainly a thing my 16-year-old self came up with and it's not a concept current me stands by.
⦁ Either way after this interaction Virgil would become open to asks, with the askers becoming able to slightly move things to garner his attention, though this ability would be limited to asks directed to Virgil only.
⦁ These interactions between the askers and Virgil will spark an obsession in him, as he always feared and was fascinated by the other-worldly since childhood.
⦁ Through the course of the story, Virgil and Patton would grow closer, with Patton eventually confessing to what he did and the circumstances that lead him to do it. Virgil stays on his side, and this leads Patton to grow comfortable, enough that with the help of Virgil he grows to accept his identity.
⦁ Cutting back to Dee, no matter the tone of the article the askers stay, and now it's not just his phone that the messages are being directed towards him through, but all the technology around him, and no one seems to be aware of this aside from him and Logan, eventually becoming convinced the only way to get the askers off his back is to get Patton done in since he appears to be the source of all this, resulting in Dee tracking Patton down and getting him arrested - this solves nothing.
⦁ After a breakdown from Dee, Remus, Logan, and Dee realize they have the same problem, and Remus gets in contact with a coworker and friend of his who is into the Otherworldly.
⦁ That's when it's revealed the askers are an interdimensional entity called The Audience, a creature with uncountable eyes and mouths, and the more people it gets in contact with the closer it gets to gaining physical form, with the sixth person contacted being its gateway.
⦁ The Audience's motive? To take control of the "story" and mold it in its own image.
⦁ Going back to Patton, he meets Roman, who's doing time for manslaughter. Their meeting goes as well as the one between a killer and the younger brother of the victim since Roman was closer to Remy than Remus was. But their meeting also results in Roman becoming open for the askers, this manifesting in them getting control of his left hand, eventually climbing all the way up to his shoulder.
⦁ All the while the askers can manipulate Virgil into breaking into prison, as the prison contains what they both want. With Virgil, he not only wants Patton back but has also become convinced that The Audience/the askers are his dark patron god and serving them is the only way to regain control over his life and be able to do something other than live at the edge of society in terror, while the askers want Roman not only because he's the gateway but also The Audience gains physical form they'll gain full control of the story, perhaps even allowing them to rewind back to prevent the inciting incident from occurring.
⦁ Of course, askers not aligned with this goal can warn the Intruloceit crew (Dee, Remus, and Logan) about what's happening but it will be pretty difficult to make them trust you after all that has happened.
⦁ The rest goes as one would expect from a cosmic horror climax, Virgil tries to get The Audience into their dimension, and Patton probably goes through with it with promises of having his crimes erased and being able to feel safe again after all that happened, but the Intruloceit gang show up armed with knowledge from Remus's friend and seal the gateway, Remus makes fun of Roman for being the cult sacrifice rather the dashing hero and then therapy.
⦁ The very last scene of the ask-blog is Picany alone in his office as suddenly an ask gets sent through his email, asking whether he will be involved in the plot.
⦁ The End
All in all a big part of the story would be my own fascination with the potential of ask-blogs serving as a vehicle for cosmic horror, especially with the audience being the source of said horror. Other than that the ask-blog's themes would center around identity and various forms of violence and how one can find themselves the victim of said violence, and other sensitive subjects 16-year-old me was not prepared to handle (nor had the time to with how long this story would have been, comics take a long as while to through their plots yall).
But I have grown since then and have actually finished one of my projects for once (cough please watch 'She gets eaten by the end *cough) and I'm a better writer for it, as well as just better at managing my time. While I won't give any guarantees, with IRL stuff taking the majority of my time, in my free time I have been working on an illustrated horror novel that I plan to release for free once it's finished, so if you enjoy my younger self's writing, you may want to be on the lookout for that on my art blog ;]
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Field Trip to the Field Museum II - Members Night (Chicago, IL)
Hi! I went to the museum members night way back in April, and I’ve been meaning to write this ever since; and I finally got around to it! As with the first part, this is a self-insert imagine fic where the reader is an age regresser and the author is their caregiver. All pictures were taken by me (with permission from museum staff to post online). Also, heads up, this includes pictures of dinosaur bones, taxidermied animals, deceased animals in preservatives, LOTS of mounted insects and bugs (ya gal Eflen loves bugs), and a brief instance of anxiety. (Long story short, I have OCD and bumping into some people upset me IRL, and I decided to incorporate it.) Also under the cut ‘cause it’s long. 😆
You excited, kiddo? We’re gonna get to see some pretty cool stuff, things we wouldn’t normally get to see! This is gonna be so fun! Oh, look at this, sweetheart. There are table all over the museum with cool little pins. Wanna see how many we can find? Alrighty! Let’s go in!
Ooh, look! Such a cool little dinosaur- you’re right, it’s a stegosaurs! You’re pretty smart, aren’t you, pumpkin?
Watch your fingers, sweetie, the crab might pinch them! You’re right, this one’s dead… But maybe I’m a crab! Pinch! Oh, you’re too big for that kind of stuff? Sorry kiddo, I’ll try to remember.
Oh, check out this thing! Know what it is? A giant isopod? So freaking cool. Do you know if they bite? I’d like to hold one!
Pretty great view, huh? Look, they’ve got a t-Rex puppet down there! We’ll try to see it up close later.
Holy cow! So people found out a while ago that platypuses glow under UV light, but they only found out recently that other animals do too! And even crazier? Scientists still don’t know why! Nature is nuts.
So there’s some kinda creepy stuff in here- Okay, okay, I got it. Just let me know if it’s too much, okay?
Whoa… So these animals were mutants for some reason… No, I don’t think anybody knows for sure why things like this happen.
Some animals can live really good lives, even with these kind of issues. But yeah, it’s a bummer when they don’t make it.
Jeez, it’s busy in here. Careful not to bump the bones, kiddo. Oh wow, look at this one! Came from a ground sloth… Can you believe how big they used to be?
Wow, look at these teeth! I wish I could take this one home, teeth are so cool.
Jeepers, what a skull…
Hey, what’s going on? Okay, deep breaths, sweetheart, deep breaths… Let’s go out in the hallway, okay?
Here, it’s quiet over here, you can sit down if you want- okay, you don’t have to. Can you tell me what’s wrong? Yeah, that room was pretty crowded, huh? I know you don’t like when people bump into you… What do you think will help you feel better? Yeah, when we get home you can take a bath- a shower, no problem. Is there anything else- No, sweetheart, I don’t think you’re being a baby. Everybody gets upset sometimes, and everybody cries sometimes. You’re still a big kid as long as you say you are. Okay? There you go. How about we take a break from the new stuff to look at the dinosaurs? Alright.
Looks like they brought a few new things in here… These bones are pretty cool, huh? I love how the gray and white looks. Why do you think it looks like that?
There’s a crowd around the table over here… Oh, it’s because they have pins. Do you want to wait here a second and I’ll get you a pin? No, I don’t mind. Okay, be back in a second.
So, how’re you feeling? Want to look at some of the stuff upstairs? Okay.
Oh, they’re talking about lichen in here- It’s not BORING! Look how cool these antlers look! You’d think they were tree branches if you didn’t know better.
Well, you can think what you like, but I think lichen is cool. … No, kiddo, I’m not angry. I’m just being silly. People like different things sometimes, it’s no big deal.
Oh, I didn’t know the museum had a library! No, they probably only have books about history and biology. But it’s always cool to see some new books, especially old books like that one, or- Oh!
Look at THIS! This book must be four feet across - at least! It’s massive! I’d love to look through the whole thing. What kinds of things would someone put in a book this big?
Oh, cool! They have a room just for bugs? Awesome! I wonder what ki- Walking sticks?! Oh my gosh, I didn’t know there were ones with wings!
Look how leafy that one is! Or… No, it’s not a real leaf. I thought maybe they stuck one in there to trick people.
Oh wow! Look how big these spiders are! I know some people are scared of them, but I think they’re amazing. And I’ve held a tarantula before - they’re very soft little critters.
Hm, I’m not sure I’d want to wear jewelry with bugs on it. That’s a little too much for me… I guess it works for other people, though, so it’s fine.
Oh my gosh, look at them! I wonder if bugs like these are where people got the idea of fairies. The one with the purple wings would definitely look like a fairy princess if you saw it from far away.
That reminds me, next year the seventeen-year cicada will be coming back to our area. They live underground for seventeen years, spend a couple weeks singing and laying eggs, and then they all die. Wild.
Ooh, some of these guys are creepy. I like scorpions, but they do scare me a little - and that’s good, since they can be dangerous. It’s smart to be at least a little afraid of dangerous things.
Holy cow, this big one looks like an owl! Yeah, if I’M getting freaking out, I bet all the predators are terrified.
Look at all the legs- Hey, I saw that! No, it was definitely a yawn. You getting tired? Yeah, I’m tired too. We’d better head out.
So, did you have a nice time? I’m glad. How’re you feeling? Yeah, you can still take a shower, no problem. Do you want to nap in the car and I’ll wake you when we get home? Okay.
Alright, all clean and ready for bed. Yeah, you got a pretty sweet set of buttons, huh? We’ll get some more for the collection next year.
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#sfw age regression#sfw agere#age regression#agere#age regression field museum#age regression field trip#agere field trip#agere field museum#age regression museum#agere museum#age regression imagine#age regression fic#Eflen writes#Eflen Field Trips
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fanfic: space outlaw (spicy edition)
feel like I've been posting a lot lately... but what's one more
title: Sensitivity
ratings: E
warnings: Ultimate Hand Stuff, Cybernetic Limbs, Hand Jobs, Vaginal Fingering
pairings: Seto Kaiba/Joey Wheeler
summary:
Seto Kaiba makes adjustments to his cybernetic arm, and Joey decides to help him.
More playing around in the space outlaw au, y’all know I had to write some KaiJou in it, so here’s some saucy cyborg action.
Seto grimaced at the inner workings of his mechanical arm as he fiddled with the wires. Despite best efforts, he hadn't figured out what was causing the digits to stick. It might involve taking the whole thing apart, but he wasn't doing that on an aged cot in a storage room in Kame Station. He finished reaffirming the connections with a pair of tweezers and picked up the black metal cover with a sigh.
A scuffling sound and footsteps alerted him to someone's presence, and he fixed his best scowl for the person coming around the corner. It was his luck it was Joey Wheeler, who stopped when he saw him and seemed to jump back. That was alright. If he was going to be in his space, he at least had the decency to be nervous about it.
"Sorry," he said, just bright enough to be aware Seto might’ve hidden himself away for privacy. "Have you seen Gramps?"
"I haven't seen anyone," Seto said and slotted the cover back onto his arm.
To his annoyance, Joey didn't leave. He stood at the corner of a long shelf of boxed supplies and peered in at him. Curiosity got the better of everyone eventually. Seto doubted he'd been around any prosthetic with this level of advancement. Or maybe it was the fact that Seto was alone. The last few times they'd sought each other out in the darkened back rooms of the station or in the ship, they'd been exceedingly physical.
"Tristan said your arm was giving you trouble," Joey said. Seto was momentarily disappointed that his interest was in the first option.
"It should be better now." He tested the flex of his fingers. Running smoothly now. Maybe a loose wire, or a bit of dirt. Taylor would be able to help him clean it. "I just need to run some calibration tests."
Joey seemed emboldened that Seto hadn't told him to fuck off. He stepped into the small space, eying the arm with interest. "How do you do that?"
"A number of sensitivity tests." He rotated the wrist. His flex was good. Each digit curled. "Make sure I'm getting appropriate feedback."
"You can feel with it?"
"Not 100%," Seto said. "Neural implants do the heavy lifting, but it is, at the end of the day, metal."
Joey stepped closer and extended a hand. "Would you be able to feel me?"
Seto eyed him. Anyone else, he'd reject outright for attempting to touch his arm. He'd had plenty of requests for it, usually too ooh and awe over, but Joey's question was different. Besides, he'd touched him enough in other places that it seemed silly to get self-conscious now. He held out his left hand to Joey, who took it carefully. Seto wasn't sure what he expected him to do, but Joey still managed to surprise him. He pressed his knuckles to Seto's palm and glided his hand up to the wrist. He watched Seto as he made long, soft strokes up and down his arm.
“How’s that?” he asked.
Seto only nodded, finding himself fascinated by the action.
“What sort of sensitivity tests do you do?” Joey asked, hand still moving. He bent his arm up and pressed his cheek against the palm.
“Grip strength is most important,” Seto said automatically. “I’d hate to reach for something like a soda and end up crushing it.”
“It’s strong?”
“It can be.” A jolt shout through him as he saw--no, felt--Joey press his warm lips to his palm. “I can’t lift cars with it.”
“Bummer.” Joey curled his hand around Seto’s and curled down his fingers, except for two. His brown eyes flashed to Seto. “You wouldn’t tear me in half or anything.”
“Well I can’t be sure,” Seto said. “Not without testing.”
“Fair enough.” He kissed his two fingertips. “Did you feel that?”
God, yes. Combined with the knowledge of what Joey’s mouth felt like, the heat and wetness of his lips, he might as well have done it to his right hand. Joey only smiled at him, and Seto nodded mutely. Without another word, he slipped the two digits into his mouth. Every nerve ending was on fire as Joey’s tongue lathed across the joints, taking care to explore every inch of the metallic skin. He sucked gently, too gently Seto thought, but warmth pooled in his groin anyway. It helped that Joey’s brown eyes stayed on him, watching Seto closely. He released the fingers and hitched his knee onto the edge of the cot to join Seto.
“I haven’t done this with this hand,” Seto warned. “It doesn’t have full feeling. I don’t want to go too hard on you.”
Joey laughed. “First time I think you’ve said that.”
Seto rolled his eyes, even as heat continued to course through his body. Joey kissed down the length of his arm.
“How’s it feel so far?” he asked, lips against the metal skin.
“Good,” Seto said, voice tight.
“Good.” He straddled Seto’s hip and pushed him down onto the old mattress. “Do you want to take this thing for a test drive?”
Seto grabbed his shirt to drag him into a kiss, and Joey immediately worked his mouth open with his tongue. Seto moaned against him. He’d started to crave Joey’s rough hands every time they were out of sight from the others, whether they were in private quarters or merely some darkened corridor. No one had ever effect him like this before, made him desperate to taste his lips or feel his warmth, and it was equally thrilling to effect him back. He sucked his tongue into his mouth and rolled his hips to match Joey’s eager kissing. If he could leave him quivering and coming and begging for more, it’d be a victory. And Seto loved to win.
He fumbled with Joey’s pants and managed to loosen them. His left hand played with the white band of his underwear, and he could feel the skin flex beneath his touch. Joey groaned into Seto’s mouth before lifting off of him. He parted his legs further to give Seto an easy angle. His mechanical hand pushed down, feeling the dark hair that led to wet cunt. Seto closed his eyes and focused on the slick sensation that warmed his fingers. Fuck, it was hot to know he’d gotten this wet from just a little fooling around. Seto worked two fingers into the folds of his warm flesh. His eyes fluttered open, and the view from beneath Joey was, in no small words, the hottest thing he’d ever seen. Blond hair curled across his pleasure stained face as he hung his head, pink lips parted and panting, eyes squeezed shut. His loosened pants and pushed up shirt made him tantalizingly disheveled. Experimentally, Seto crooked his finger, and the sound was a symphony.
His own dick twitched with excitement to see Joey so overwhelmed with the sensation. Seto massaged the hard flesh of his clit and watched his expression shift with each inch of pressure. He rocked against Seto’s hand, and so Seto pushed into him deeper.
“Keep going,” Joey gasped. He kissed Seto again, and gripped a hand in his hair. Seto arched into his touch but didn’t allow himself to lose focus. “Fuck, that feels good. You’re fucking good.”
The praise spurred him on. He dipped his hand deeper into Joey’s cunt, feeling his tight muscles loosen beneath his touch. Joey was quickly becoming unraveled, mouth pressed to Seto’s skin as he gasped and groaned, and he pulled tighter on his dark hair. Seto’s eyes fluttered at the sensation, and normally he’d demand more attention from his partner, but fucking Joey with the robotic digits was too good of an experiment to taint with his own needs. He pressed into him as far as his fingers could go and rubbed his thumb along his clit. The twin feeling sent Joey spiraling, and he bucked against the heated metal, a chorus of swears singing from his lips. Seto lifted up to capture his mouth properly. It didn’t take long at all for Joey to shudder with his impending release, and Seto could feel the warm flood come against his fingers. He didn’t let up quite yet, spending an extra moment to luxuriate inside him. He felt a little silly saying he was proud to make Joey come, but he took his victory lap anyway.
Joey didn’t seem interested in being done yet either. He kissed Seto thoroughly as he rolled against Seto’s hips. Seto’s erection pushed up against his pants, desperate for any attention. Joey gripped the robotic wrist and pulled his hand free.
“You ever jack off with this thing?” he asked.
“A few times,” he admitted.
Joey only grinned and helped him wriggle his pants down. He guided Seto’s hand to take his own dick. The come slickened sensation sent a shudder through Seto. They sat together, Joey still straddling him, but with enough room for his own hand to wrap around Seto’s, guiding him up and down the length of his erection. Seto closed his eyes again as he pressed his forehead to Joey’s. Previously, the robotic hand had offered a novel sensation in the normal act of masturbation, but the lessened sensitivity left the whole action less exciting than he’d hoped. Now, with Joey’s digits curled with his, the two jacking him off in tandem, come covered and heated from his fingering, Seto was overwhelmed. The two of them were temple to temple and hip to hip, panting at the same rhythm, breathing in each other’s excitement. Seto bit down on his lip to keep from moaning as his pleasure built up inside of him. His precome mixed with his already slickened fingers, and his friction built faster. Joey sensed he was reaching his peak and worked him faster and faster until he was coming into their joined hands.
Seto breathed slowly as he came down from the sensation. His head was crooked in Joey’s shoulder, and he held him a few minutes longer before gently laying him down on the cot. There was barely enough room for the both of them side by side, but neither was eager to move. Seto held up his left hand. He’d have to clean it before rejoining polite society. The fluids wouldn’t be good for the joints either, but hopefully Taylor wouldn’t ask too many questions when he asked him for help later.
“I’m gonna guess that’s not how you usually test it,” Joey said, looking up at the hand as well.
“No,” Seto said. “I wouldn’t say that’s standard.”
He laughed as he sat up and zipped up his pants. Seto similarly readjusted but didn’t follow after. Better not to anyway, unless they wanted to clue everyone in on what they were doing.
“If you ever need to test it again,” Joey said. “You can grab me anytime.”
“We’ll see,” Seto drawled. He waited for Joey to abscond before he laid back in the old cot. There were definitely some experiments in his future.
#last thing in my drafts so#space outlaw au#this would technically be post-fic but#i wrote what i wrote#related to previous posts today#kaijou
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Question! for an oc-ask game you introduced a twelve year old tribute from district 2, raifr lahiffe, and I'm intrigued by what you have for her. would you be willing to tell a few more facts about her or maybe share some snippets(if you have them)? just if you want to ofc.
hi! yes, of course!!! i love talking about her so much!
i'm currently working on her story. i don't have any estimates as to when it'll be done; i still have a fair bit to write, and then there's all the editing and such. i'm hoping it won't be too much longer, but i'm not making any promises!
the basics of it are: raife' older brother, callan, is 18, and supposed to be the first fully-fledged academy volunteer, which is even more exciting because it coincides with the first quarter quell! it's been something building for years; callan has been training since before he was raife's age! there's been fanfare made district-wide for at least a year beforehand. his family even throw a lavish party to watch the quell announcement together. except, it turns out the quell twist is that only 12 year olds can be reaped. so, that's a bummer. since he'll be 19 next year, callan has well and truly missed his chance. but raife's father is desperate; he wants a child who's a victor or died trying. so, what does he do, since volunteering isn't allowed? he bribes district 2's officials to rig the reaping. he sucks.
so, raife is suddenly thrown into the world of being a career. she's thrown into the arena with only 6 months of training. it's, uh, a fun time! just not for the kids in the arena...
she does make friends, though! and she ends up with a cat, after all of The Horrors. so, it's not all bad?
i don't want to share too many snippets, since a lot of stuff might end up cut in the final draft, but here's one that always makes me laugh. for context, morrigan is another oc-victor of mine, trains her for the summer, and ends up being raife's mentor:
As the footsteps recede, Raife rolls her eyes. Morrigan has done nothing but grate on her nerves all summer. Her mom says it’s because they’re too similar—too stubborn. Raife disagrees. It’s because Morrigan is a bitch.
and here's a 100 word drabble i wrote for raife as part of a monthly challenge back in may. the work is on ao3, and features a whole host of my victor-ocs, including the aforementioned morrigan! :
Raife was six when she and her father stuck plastic stars on her ceiling.
Her father had held her up, voicing warm encouragement. Mom was with Callan in the room over, doing the same. It was a nice day. Dad cared, back then.
His voice, so different this afternoon. Cold. Detached. “I don’t believe I gave you a choice.”
He would rather she be dead than unremarkable. A Victor, or a tribute who dies trying.
Raife’s chest burns with anger. Her father’s phantom voice cuts through the frigid air. Her fingers sting.
And stars and childhood litter her bedroom floor.
sorry for the essay. i just really, really love her! i'm always down to talk about her, so don't hesitate to ask any other questions! :>
#nicki.txt#oc: raife lahiffe#she's my baby#i'm soo excited to share her story once it's fully written and polished!#thank you so much for this ask#i'll always pounce on any chance to talk about this girl
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Arcane Watchthrough
Episode 1: Welcome to the Playground
EP 1 was very good! It's not an unusual premise, but it's the execution that really stands out here. Aesthetically, it's wonderful, very stylized, strong artwork, and lots of small character acting. I see it setting up plenty thematics and character stuff too. Impressed.
I'll say tho, it's a fair criticism towards Powder. I'm all about making people feel included and realizing their full potential, but if she screws things up every time during your missions, maybe don't bring her with you? Or at least give her a lesser role, like keeping watch.
Probably my favourite little moment from the episode tbh, got a laugh out of me. Very expressive. I like Vi.
Episode 2: Some Mysteries Are Better Left Unsolved
Arcane keeps up the solid work with EP 2!
Episode 3: The Base Violence Necessary for Change
That was SO GOOD.
Episode 4: Happy Progress Day!
Ooh, timeskip. Jinx, huh. Wow, her guilt of having accidentally killed everyone, and the trauma from Vi "betraying" her, has messed her up so much, and Silco makes her actually feel important, as her little inventions finally succeed, for example.
It makes sense, basically, that she's the way she is now. The janky flashbacks are great, with Jinx's demonification of her past and the people in it, being literally represented in the visuals, painting over her memories, to cope with the past.
Just also taking the opportunity to gush about how good the show looks. Background art, for example, beautiful.
Episode 5: Everybody Wants to Be My Enemy
What stood out to me about Arcane's 5th episode the most was the directing! The overall storyboarding, imagery, and editing, were all significantly better in this episode (and it was already fantastic). Wonder if there's a specific reason in staff for this. Best episode so far.
I think you really notice the storyboarding right from the get-go, I thought this perspective was really cool, for example.
I like her voice a lot.
Silco got the drip.
Cool transition.
Look at that.
As this is the same place she used to practice, this is probably a reference to that shooting practice? I'm thinking beyond the point of the scene just showing how different she is now. Would've been cool if the practice targets were like fake tree birds or something.
Just top-notch editing for this scene, and the fact that Jinx still can't beat Vi's score, one she did years ago, when she was her age, just feeds into Jinx's insecurities even further.
Sick transition (also love the 2D effects work).
First of all, very cool with the horn built into the violin, but just a fantastic scene overall. The violin is my favourite instrument, you know, so any scene is elevated with violin music. Also, sick stage work, I'd attend that.
Very abstract presentation for the sex scene, keeping it tasteful and also allowing them to tie it into Victor fainting in some visually interesting ways.
Another sick transition from the previous scene.
I wasn't sure if Jinx and Silco's relationship was paternal or romantic, and I think it was intentionally ambiguous but to what purpose other than to keep us guessing I don't know, but I know now that it's paternal. Baptism-like scene here, to get rid of "Powder."
I think these are the band members for Imagine Dragons? If so, that is very cool. Also, playing the opening in an episode is always awesome.
Look at how the camera turns 90 degrees here as she throws Vi to the ground, that's so cool.
Lots of character and story goodies too, it's just fairly straight-forward so I don't have too much to comment on that, but it's all fantastic, and it's a bummer I only really have time for the series on Sundays (as I'm watching with my Dad) cause I'm loving it.
Episode 6: When These Walls Come Tumbling Down
Oh God, I'm gonna cry.
Episode 7: The Boy Savior
Holy shit
Episode 8: Oil and Water
This show is so good. I'm consistently impressed by how every single character is given relevance and focus, always contributing to the bigger picture. EP 8 managed to do so much for all of them.
Vi and Caitlyn goodness, Viktor finally outrunning the boat, some continuingly appreciated Medarda characterization, haunting hallucination scene with Jinx, Jayce having to make increasingly more difficult choices, Heimerdinger still being active, etc.
The fight scene had me giddy as fuck, and for some reason made me tear up a bit (cause it's just that awesome I guess lol), and it ofc being intentionally set up as really fucking cool so they could bring us right back down to face the actual real life consequences too.
Episode 9: The Monster You Created
Wow. What a finale. The whole dinner set-piece was such a brilliant idea for the climax that when I first realized it was happening I cursed myself for not realizing how perfect this would be. Honestly tho, this episode did the most for Silco imo.
“Don’t cry. You’re perfect.”
There's so much to unpack here. Of course, on an obvious level, Silco chose his daughter over his dream. He is the only one that completely sees Jinx, all of her, and loves her unconditionally, and accepts her for everything.
Vi, of course, loves Powder too, but it's not "open and unconditional" in the same way as it is with Silco. She screams at Jinx to remember her past, in order to force Powder to reawaken, but that just makes her paranoia and hallucinations worse.
Silco shoots at Vi, not just so Powder won't awaken and he can get what he wants, but also because he knows that this hurts Jinx and genuinely empathizes with her, with that pain, and realizes Vi is hurting her, by doing this, and by being at all, and he intends to protect her.
Silco accepts Jinx, mental issues and all, doesn't even blame her for killing him, and tells her that she doesn't need to change, which seals Jinx's decision to stay as Jinx. After all, she's already perfect.
The best part tho, is that Silco's love isn't just open and unconditional, it's still rooted in selfishness as well. He genuinely loves her as a daughter, and empathizes with her, as he sees himself in her, but she also embodies what he loves about the undercity.
Silco chose both Zaun AND Jinx. He doesn't want a Zaun that has to deal with Piltover, he knows that won't work out. He loves the chaos in the undercity, that brings out the monsters within the people, I mean, under his rule, the undercity got worse, and intentionally so.
By choosing Jinx, he not only chooses his daughter (and still allows her to choose who she should be), but he chooses the idea of Zaun that he wants to preserve, that chaos, that city that forces people to rise and grow powerful through conflict, which Jinx embodies and fulfills.
This really ties into why Silco chose to take Jinx in which should seem a bit out of character but in combination with empathizing with her being betrayed as he once was, he also sees Zaun as he envisions it within her and how she embodies that idea more than anyone else.
It just, it would've been so easy to fall into the trap of making him get attached to this child for no real strong reason, but Jinx explicitly ties into his fundamental principles of being, so his actions stay totally in character and only richen him further.
Of course, I'm not trying to glorify Jinx's and Silco's relationship at all. It may have been open and loving, but that isn't enough to properly raise a child.
Man, that you're perfect scene tho, I've rewatched it multiple times, and I tear up every time lol.
Of course, this episode did wonders for the other characters as well, with that wonderful callback as Jayce stops Viktor from suicide this time, for example. Just fantastic all around. Very excited to see what season 2 has in store.
Overall Thoughts:
Arcane was so good I genuinely can't come up with a single flaw or anything I would've changed lol. Wonderfully written story just elevated tenfold by some of the best presentation ever. Silco is an all-time favourite antagonist but top-notch cast overall. Unmatched insert songs.
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#fictober22 day twenty-five
"You know I'd do anything."
original fiction
word count: 647
Lycanthropy was such a brutal thing.
Bea had been saddled with the worst of it - cursed to live a century and a half, the full moon controlling her life for over two-thirds of that.
There was the blood on her hands - and claws, and teeth, and chin. There was the pain of transformation. There was the utterly loneliness of watching the people she loved die, or worse, accidentally bringing them to their doom. More than anything else, though, she was tired.
Stuck at the pleasant age of forty-three, Bea hadn’t exactly been satisfied with her life when she turned. She regretted it looking back, she’d still had her kids, her home. But that had been left behind the moment she turned. Her daughter and son were long since dead, she’d watched the world changed and tried to adapt to the times. She tried to form other bonds - found boyfriends, girlfriends, even met one of her grandchildren back in the forties. Now it wasn’t worth it.
But this might have been.
Bea had found the witch by accident. It was through Instagram of all things - she wasn’t touting cures for lycanthropy on there, but they’d met in person and she had explained her plight. She told the story of the last time she’d met a witch, how she had made the mistake of asking for something to help her stand up to her husband, and the potion she’d given her had left her changed forever. She had stood up to her husband, but she hadn’t expected that to end with her tearing him to shreds.
“Wow, that’s some heavy stuff,” the witch said, stirring her coffee. “Well, trust me, witches have changed a lot since the 1910s or whatever.”
“So you’re not going to give me some potion that will give me what I want, but in a devil’s deal kind of way?” Bea asked.
“No,” the witch said. “But you’re asking like, a lot of me.”
“Okay, I understand that.” She crossed her arms, leaning back in her chair. “What do you need?”
“Depends. What are you willing to do?”
“You know I’d do anything, at this point. I am so tired of having to floss out whatever poor wildlife irked me on the full moon out of my teeth. Do you know what it’s like to pluck deer fur out of your molars?”
The witch raised her eyebrows. “Of course not.” She took out her tablet. “Okay, so we’re going to need wolfsbane, five lavender - specifically lavender - votive candles, and your birth certificate.”
“That last one might be harder to find,” Bea said. “It’s been a hot second.”
“Yeah, that might involve a little bit of digging through public records,” the witch muttered. “Then, depending on the actual difficulty of the ritual, we’ll discuss actual payment afterwards. Of course, the resources you’re getting will be deducted from my fee. Uh… let’s see. Lunar cycle will of course factor in greatly, but a new moon will perhaps yield the best results? And I can squeeze you in on the next new moon, fantastic.”
Bea nodded along, making note of everything.
“Great! I’ll send this all to your email and you can collect everything by our appointment. If not, I will have to charge a cancellation fee.” The witch made a sympathetic face. “I know, bummer.”
“This is the closest I’ve gotten to a cure in… forever, probably,” Bea admitted. “So thank you, honestly.”
“Oh, no problem! Breaking a curse like this is a little work, but it seems easy enough to undo.” The witch put her tablet down. “And I have a 100% success rate when it comes to curse-breaking.”
She chuckled. “Wow, the 21st century does have its marvels.”
The witch stood up and held her hand out. “It’s a pleasure doing business with you, Bea.”
Bea took her hand with a grin. “Same to you.”
#alli writes shit#fictober22#i am afraid to do the statistics on how many prompts so far have been werewolf related lol
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First Telephone App Date Since Moving Back and Other Stuff
The last paragraph below is a message I wrote back to a woman on a dating app who responded to something I wrote on my profile about Twin Peaks, The Return. Is it too much? It's hard to know what's too much and what's not enough. The trick is not to care. These apps used to work for me when I was on them just to have fun writing weird messages to people. The more aloof I was, the greater the chances were that everything would fall into place and i'd get cool and interesting dates. Either I'm taking dating too seriously and that's a turn off, and or things have changed a lot since I last used OkCupid in 2021. Now it feels like all my matches are looking for an excuse not to meet with me. In the case of this David Lynch-fan I just matched with, I might come across as a try-hard. Too much thought, and too many commas.
I also think that constantly matching with people who later turn me down is because of my age, and or my occupation as a teacher, or because of my interests in making art, which, for many might indicate that I'm less income driven, less materialistic and therefore poor.
It could also be because app dating has become really toxic, and the field of potential mates is so oversaturated that people are on the apps for the dopamine of anticipation. It's like the gambling addicts hooked on slot machines who actually don't like it when they win because it interrupts their engagement with the machine and the dopamine they get from the anticipation of waiting for the wheels to stop. Could it be that finding a person who's genuinely interested in meeting a partner, is a slight bummer, in that he/she will interrupt the engagement with the app? I think this could be true even for people who don't like the app.
In fact it seems possible that the more negative and bad about yourself the app makes you feel, the more you judge others in the way you think you are being judged on the platform. And so that leads to people getting really entrenched in the app for long term, growing less receptive and open enough to actually meeting someone.
That was my take-away from a telephone date I had the other day with a woman who seemed really defensive right off the bat. Her voice was hard like she was talking to someone who hated her and who she didn't like, and this was her disposition before I really said anything about myself. And when she talked about what she did for fun, like surfing, she said, I still like it even though I'm not good at. It's okay to like things you're not good at. It was rough. I'm struggling enough as it is with not seeing myself as irredeemably damaged beyond repair. These bad experiences, even simple phone calls with people who hate me, reinforce these feelings of being damned and put me in a really dark place. The trick is to not let this inform the way I approach dating, writing profiles that omit things that I think might make people think less of me, like my interests in art, and not letting this turn to bitterness, hating on people before they can hate me. That's usually not a problem though. I rarely blame others for not liking me.
"Yeah, that’s the atomic bomb one. I love the gas-station stop motion from that. I agree about trusting his imagination. Although, i didn’t always feel that way. On my first viewing of The Return, I felt that some of the scenes had missed their mark a little, like Lynch was making up things on the spot that didn’t work. Then the second time I watched, all those awkward scenes suddenly felt perfect. I guess I’m speaking specifically about Dougie in the casino. :) I later learned by watching some behind-the-scenes footage that David is in fact making up some of his films in the moment, as he’s filming. He definitely did this for The Return. I think for a lot of people this is a turn off. No one likes weird for the sake of weird and there’s need for solid meaning behind any ambiguity. But like you said, if you trust Lynch’s imagination, it works, and that is because, I feel, he seems to have tapped into a kind of dream logic we all share. His ideas will resonate with you if you let them and don’t overanalyze. The story will register in your mind on some primal level, even if you can’t explain it. Maybe that’s why I find him so inspiring. Any idea you have, no matter how weird, is valid and should be turned into art without fear that it needs to adhere to a ridged discipline or needs to be defended."
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Totes love my family posts that they survived the long plane trip to the province. Teasing me by picking fruits in the yard. OMG I so want young 🥥 meat and water 💦. The stuff is refreshing and tasty. To those who don't catch my drift, feel free to enjoy the durian fruit out behind the building. Don't worry, the stray cats & dogs won't go near it.
Can you see my little punk? It's telling the people who can't taste the benefits of coconut really don't have taste to begin with. Who came up with the scale? Unsure if anyone will consider this good training or not. However I do trust a missionary from my church who has gone and been out in Myanmar for years spreading the good news and helping the locals.
Here's something she picked up, don't touch the food if even the rodents and the bugs won't touch it. They're poisonous. Wish I heard that when living with a witch of a distant aunt bent on killing me and breaking my family.
Anyways I'm so happy to be an American and am blessed to be alive today--beating out naysayers on my lifespan. That's right my sister's and I are here with careers and degrees as well as partners.
You can leave me out of the last bit. I'm not wanting to bring anyone along the painful journey that diseases and accidents have been dragging me through. It's not all bad though. Life is full of unexpected adventures.
> Lemme let you in on one
My married sis who doesn't believe having a child is in her cards looks to be open to teacup doggies. Tiny dogs have been easy for her with our last few well behaved purse dogs.
After her admission of that I let her know our Rottie loves being chased around by tiny dogs. That's when I also picked up a story on how a girl's companion cat came in handy on a bus when empty headed middle aged Karens gave her a bad time about supposedly taking their seats. Girl was wearing a lanyard that said she has a medical issue needs to stay seated.
Maybe I can get a lanyard and my own pup with an attitude to help watch out for me.
Yes I know I live downtown where thieves hold expensive dogs for ransom. Here's the thing, I'm also never by myself. Friends, relatives, or even guards are with me. The last bit was a bonus from a thoughtful exec looking out for me.
Here's the other thing, as winter cold will be rolling in, it'll be the first time in years that I won't have my puppy foot warner. They like laying above or between my paraplegic legs.
REWIND
Back to the islands, I know I wrote about it in a grade school paper about my winter vacation. All that even got updated to becoming an engineer, investing money, and getting a luxury condo close to family land. It would be where I could have a chef, housekeeper, guards, dog groomers/walkers, ManiPedi helpers on the regular, masseuse, and doctors.
There are a few big things I can't have out there. My siblings and medical specialists. Bummer, right? An old colleague I know giggled when I shared that with her.
To think about so many who want to move to the States for all the benefits, yet I'm here to stay alive. Is that a first world problem?
Staying away from negativity. I'm gleaming smiles knowing that my siblings will be okay with some hard work. They've even promised our mom that they'll always have someone they trust check on me. Ohh even if it's them kidnapping me to Tahoe to chill on the lake or in the snow.
Still wishing they could become multilingual. Maybe not to my level, but at least they can get a laugh from someone who thinks they could talk behind their backs. It's for security too.
-- dnagirl
01.09.2023
#mspi#dnagirl#dnagirl.com#nerd#geek#island girl#safe travels#first world problems#language#language learning#multilingual
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Dandelions
Synopsis: so I'm obsessed with song Dandelions by Ruth B, and this idea popped up in my head. Basically YN is a musician too, and she wrote Dandelions about Harry when she was fourteen but never released it or performed it until a few years later.
More of my work
YN was whipped for the guy she met when fourteen. He was her neighbour at her vacation home in London.
It was a bummer for her because the guy she was so in love with when she was fourteen was four years older than her, and he thought she was a child. She was so infatuated by the green eyed guy who could sing and play guitar and write songs, because that's what she has been into since she was eight years old.
She was gutted when he said she is a little too young for him. Which was true, she understands it now but her little fourteen year old self was very much heart broken.
YN met this guy named Harry when she was visiting London for her summer vacation in May, it was summer time in India and she had holidays for next two months. Her dad surprised her and the entire family with a little trip to London as a present for her fourteenth birthday.
Harry was home for his little break from tour, he lived alone in the flat next door and had bonded pretty well with her family. Mainly because of her mother. YN's mum was too nice, calling him over meals and stuff for the entire two months they were in London.
He was just very sweet to YN and her younger sister. Luckily, or at least that's what YN likes to think, he didn't saw her as his little sister; that would have definitely made her want to die!
Her older brother, who is as old as Harry wasn't able to join for the trip and he had his finals and he lived in a different city but he still enjoys making fun of his sister for being so blindly in love with Harry, when she knew him for just two months.
She laughs at it now too.
Her first heart break sparked her love for writing songs and now she have two albums out since she was sixteen, though she never the first song she wrote about her green eyed crush boy, it still felt too personal to her to put it out in the world. What if he comes across it and hates her for writing a song about him without his knowledge?
Since his first solo came out she never kept up with his career or him as it was too heart breaking for her to listen to his own heart breaks. Her feelings towards him were still strong and valid. She was so infatuated with the way he said her name, it sounded way to lovely to her with his accent and broken pronounciation of her very Indian name, it was like he was playing games with her saying she's just a child. She really admired him for being effortlessly himself
As a child she was very very bold and had asked him out on a date in front of her mum and dad at the dinner table, to which he laughed and said, "you're a little too young for me love."
Her dad had a great laugh after the boy left after dinner. It was very funny but for her it was not funny in the moment.
She was convinced, that she is going to date him and marry him and adopt five cats and live happily with her crush boy. It was silly, she'll admit that but it wasn't her fault that she started reading romance novels from a very, very young age, and watching romcoms, it all made her an hopeless romantic at the age of fourteen.
Harry was nice to get a little bouquet of flower for when YN and her family were leaving, it had a bunch of white roses and yellow Dandelions. YN never knew there was such thing as Yellow Dandelions, all she knew were the white puffy flowery things her mum told her wish upon and blow on it every time she'd come across one. She had still kept one of the flowers in her book where she wrote that song from that bouquet of flowers.
It wasn't until she was nominated for Grammys and had her third album coming out she had put the song on her third album.
That's when she came across him, well, like of when she saw him win his first Grammy. She swept away couple herself, it was a very proud moment for her.
Well, that was that. She was performing at the smaller venue, a secret show where he showed up. Standing in the VIP section, she noticed him right away, she have not forgotten his forest green eyes and his dimply smile.
Now she was on a stage eight years later, she have no idea if he still remembers her or not. But she hopes he doesn't as it was still a little embarrassing for her.
She was given her guitar, a being guitar with little sparkly Dandelions on the body of the wooden instrument. It was her favourite, something her dad bought her for her eighteenth birthday, a custom guitar. She stood in front of the mic stand fixing it to her height and talked to the crowd as her band changed their set for the next few songs.
"This next song is very personal to me, and to be honest I have no idea how to really introduced this song I wrote when I was about fourteen-fifteen years old." She said in the mic hooking on it's designated place, "I met him when I was fourteen, he was four years older than me. I knew him for about two months, and I had a biggest crush on him. My fourteen year old self was so sure that I'm gonna daye him, marry him one day and settle down, adopt five cats and dogs and live a happy life." The crowd laughed at that.
"But he broke my little heart rejecting me saying, I was a little bit too young for him." She started the strumming of her guitar, "but you know what? I pulled out a Taylor Swift and wrote a song about him. Yup!" She nodded proudly.
"Well, it's not a breakup song though. You'll- you'll understand it once we start playing it." Her band needed some more time in setting up the next part of the set so she had to keep talking to the crowd, she glanced over in the VIP section acting as if she does not acknowledge the curly haired man standing there, sipping on something red.
She smiled, "and maybe there is about 97.99 per cent chance he might be in the crowd. I just wanna say; you broke my heart when you were eighteen my love but I forgive you."
"A little longer, keep them entertained!" Said the technician in her ear piece.
"I was so fucking whipped. The song is pretty mature for a fifteen year old to write, that's not me saying it. So eff you for thinking I was too young." She commented making everyone laugh, "no, no, but I get it though, age is just a number and jail is yet another place." She was obviously joking and it was pretty self explanatory that she now understood why he rejected her then.
"Well, now I'm done gatekeeping this song for eights years. It is my first time performing it in front you guys, I'm a little bit nervous to be vulnerable with you." She paused fixing her mic one last time.
"This is Dandelions." She started with strumming on her guitar again.
Maybe it's the way you say my name
Maybe it's the way you play your game
But it's so good, I've never known anybody like you
But it's so good, I've never dreamed of nobody like you.
Harry in the crowd was very surprised to see her. He knew exactly who she was the moment she talking about the song. She looked very grown up, well, she is a grown adult now, she's twenty-three.
And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime
And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine
She chuckled at the pre chorus, Harry couldn't help but smile too. He found her quite adorable in the moment.
'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions
Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine
And I see forever in your eyes
I feel okay when I see you smile, smile.
YN had a silly smile on her face, well, feeling silly singing her favourite song she have ever written.
Wishing on dandelions all of the time
Praying to God that one day you'll be mine
Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time
Harry was surprised by her vocals. She had a weirdly amazing voice like a mixture of Adele and Ariana Grande in one. He kind of always expected her vocals to be amazing because he remembered her mum is a vocal coach and music teacher.
I think that you are the one for me
'Cause it gets so hard to breathe
When you're looking at me
I've never felt so alive and free
When you're looking at me
I've never felt so happy
That confirmed that she was really whipped, as she said in her own words.
And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime
And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine
'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions
Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine
And I see forever in your eyes
I feel okay when I see you smile, smile
Wishing on dandelions all of the time
Praying to God that one day you'll be mine
Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time
Harry did not expected the bridge to melt his heart in a cool way. And her vocals surprising him even further.
Dandelion, into the wind you go
Won't you let my darling know?
Dandelion, into the wind you go
Won't you let my darling know that?
Harry was surprised by her band, it was all girls, her little sister was playing the drums.
I'm in a field of dandelions
Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine
And I see forever in your eyes
I feel okay when I see you smile, smile
Wishing on dandelions all of the time
Praying to God that one day you'll be mine
Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time
I'm in a field of dandelions
Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine.
And the song switched to Ready to run by One Direction and rest of the show went on with a bang.
She was also very funny, had a couple of people throwing bra on the stage one even landed on the headstock of her guitar, she had seemed to see the person who threw it at her.
"You sure you don't want this back?" She asked the person, "uh? Sorry?" It was a little hard to tell what the fan was saying, "these are fucking expensive I don't know how you people just throw them so casually!" And she casually looked at the tag on the piece of clothing.
"Victoria secret!" She gasped, "baby you are rich!"
That made everyone laugh, "thank you but I don't want it," she threw it back to the fan, "it's not even my size!" She complained and continued on with the show.
After the show ended, Harry went back home and streamed all her songs just to find out she have more than one song written about him.
He later found out that she was married but now she is divorced and have a beautiful baby boy. He would admit, his sister dragged him to her show not knowing about his story with her and her family and now he have became a fangirl of his. He even ordered himself the Dandelions merch from her website for himself and for his sister who was mad fan of her, happy that all the money he spent was going to a charity in India.
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N O T E :
Idk about being whipped for Harry but I was whipped for the song of course !!! I really, really enjoyed writing this one, I hope you like it.
Lemme me know if you want a part two 👀
#fanfic#fanfiction#harry styles#harry styles fanfiction#harry styles x you#harry styles x reader#x reader
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Volunteering: (Ohtani x Reader) <333 (Part - 2)
part 1!
plot: Wednesday’s game arrives which Ohtani invited you to, some bonding time before the first pitch <3 slowwwburn, long cause idk details are fun lol
Wednesday quickly arrived, made much faster by the crazy amount of work you were required to do for your ‘actual’ job. The last three days had been spent with you running around the LA area, as well as cyberspace, to serve your role as interpreter. It was hell, for more reasons than one. The biggest of all being that even though you were not in Japan at the moment, you were still required to wear a proper suit. That meant a tight navy skirt, stockings, and some blasted heels. Sexist men, long meetings, and endless paperwork aside, you enjoyed your job for the most part - but this aspect really wore on you. However, the pain in your feet wouldn't damper your excitement for tonight’s game. Today you were not actually volunteering at the Angels stadium.
The day before yesterday, when you were actually volunteering, a bashful Ohtani had tapped you on the back while you were picking up baseballs from the batting cages. When you turned around the giant man was holding out a lanyard with an attached document, marked ‘VIP Guest of Player’. It took all you had not to let your hands shake with nerves as you reached out and grabbed it gingerly.
“Uh, see you on Wednesday.” The man looked to the side awkwardly, running a hand through his hair.
“...Yeah.” You responded with a small smile, feeling stupid, but it was all you could think of.
“Well, uh, I better go...” He motioned behind his back with a lazy thumb, staring to jog backward.
You nodded quickly, rushing to go back to picking up balls before you said something super lame, or weird.
It wasn’t till you were on the way home did you take a look at the back of the stadium pass. It read ‘Guest of Shohei Ohtani’. So he had put in the request for you, that was just like him, so kind. It would be an understatement to say you weren’t excited for tomorrow.
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Currently, your heart was still racing, but for another reason other than a certain super cute and insanely talented baseball player. It was because it was almost three-thirty in the afternoon and you were running around your company-provided apartment, trying to get ready as fast as you could. Ippei let you know you should get there around four-thirty, by then the team would have been done warming up and starting to enjoy a pregame meal while the away team got the field to themselves. From that point onwards, pretty much everyone was free to relax in the clubhouse till just before the first pitch.
With little time to consider, not even enough time to take a shower after having just got off work, you went with an oversized red T-shirt, baggy jeans, and some cool Jordan’s. This was your go-to, and it was comfortable. You don’t have many clothes anyway, living out of a suitcase.
Right as you were about to run out of the door you remembered to grab your standard Angels cap, it had been provided to you as part of your volunteer uniform a while back, slipping it on over your tight work bun. You would let your hair down later.
All right, everything was in order, Uber scheduled, lanyard secured.
It took about half an hour to arrive at the stadium, and once it came into view, you instructed the driver to let you out in front of the ballpark entrance. It had been a long time since you got to go through the gates as a member of the audience, it actually gave you a wave of nostalgia seeing everyone in their gear, so hyped up for the game, tailing gating outside for what was probably hours.
Once you were through, you started walking through the concession stands and various other stalls, dodging around the fans that were already inside watching the warm-ups, as well as hanging out drinking and eating. There were pictures of Ohtani everywhere, people taking turns snapping pictures of each other in front of the various cutouts of him. The air was buzzing with energy, and it seemed like all for that guy. Honestly, you had worked for a couple different teams over the years, but you had never seen hype like this. It was surreal, seeing a legend in the making.
You smiled, gripping the lanyard around your neck, making your way through the stadium. Shohei was super nice to do this for you, really, you should show him your support. Maybe a quick peek in the team store would do? Plus, you deserved to spend some money on yourself. After all, this was the first time you had really been ‘out’ in the almost three months you had been in California. Your free time was either working, volunteering, video games, or sleep.
You took a couple moments in the Angel's merch shop, quietly perusing the aisles, keeping an eye out for any Ohtani-themed items. Unfortunately, there weren’t really that many, probably sold out by the fans. What was there, was way too small for you.
“Y/n, you here to watch the game?” A young voice sounded.
When you turned to see who addressed you, a familiar girl was standing there grinning.
“Hey Jordan! I didn’t know you were working tonight.” You grinned back.
Jordan worked at the store as a stock manager, she was close in age to you so the two of you often hung out. You had invited her over a couple times, both bonding over your love for crappy reality TV, beer, and of course, baseball.
“Yeah it was last minute, a girl was feeling sick and there wasn’t anyone else cept’ me.” She sighed.
“Bummer, text me if you need help?” You offered, to which she waved you off.
“Nah, you enjoy being here and NOT working.” She chuckled, walking over to organize a messy shelf.
“So, you looking for something in particular?” The girl glanced over her shoulder.
“Uh yeah, you recommend any cool Ohtani stuff? Or is there any at all... seems wiped clean in here.” You said while looking around.
“Ohtani? You here to cheer him on too then. Wanna catch his eye.” She teased.
“Don’t say it like I’m just here for my like, prince charming.” You snapped back playfully, but, maybe a little too fast.
“Aren’t you?” She pressed with an eyebrow.
“Okay, I’m leaving.” You pouted, fake walking away.
“I’m just kidding, actually, stay here for a second I might have something you’ll like.” Jordan yelled as she jogged off to the back room behind the counters.
You did as you were told and when she came back there was a large white Angels jersey in her hands.
“Ta-da!” She grinned, twisting it around to show the player’s name on the back.
“Oh, it’s in Kanji? That’s cool, I didn’t know these existed?” You questioned, running your finger over the ‘tani’ character of Ohtani.
“It’s the last one on the floor, had to grab it off the mannequin. Hope it’s not too big? It’s XL?” She questioned, passing it to you to hold.
“Nah it’s perfect, can’t you tell.” You joked holding the jersey next to you, while you showed off your oversized clothes.
“Figured it'd be fine, wanna get rung up? I’ll give you that ‘good good’ employee discount. But, don’t tell anyone.” She smiled, heading to the register, to which you nodded and jogged after her.
After you finished your purchase and waved bye to Jordan, it was time to head to the clubhouse. It was around five, so you were later than you planned but Shohei usually practiced batting in the cages a little while longer while everyone headed in. Slipping the plastic shopping bag into your purse, and ripping the tags off your new jersey, you slipped it on over your T-shirt, smoothing out the material as best you could. It felt great to finally have some real merch from the team, and part of you sort of wondered what Ohtani would think when he saw you. Hopefully, it wasn’t too much to just show up in his gear after he pretty much randomly invited you, let alone in the stadium-specific one, as you just learned from your colleague.
After you got to an employee-only doorway, you pushed on it hoping it was actually open. Ippei had also let you know via text that it would be unlocked for you. Another kindness of Shohei, not just inviting you, but making sure you had access to all the catering and AC inside the resisted area of the building. You slipped in and locked the door behind you, not wanting to encourage some intoxicated fans to follow. The hallway was empty and cool as you started making your way to the clubhouse.
You were admittedly a bit nervous by the time you got to the doors, feeling a bit awkward about strutting in as anyone other than a volunteer for the first time. Carefully you pushed open the door, making sure not to hit anybody. The room was full of chatter, some players eating, some playing cards, others watching TV on the room's monitors. You looked around for Ohtani, but he wasn’t there yet apparently. No matter, you strolled in and went for the snack area. Truthfully you hadn’t eaten since that morning, and that was just a toasted bagel. Turning your back to the rest of the room, you began filling up your plate with cocktail shrimp and grapes.
“Nice jersey.” Ippei said, coming up next to you, grabbing small sandwiches for his plate.
“Is that sarcastic?” You questioned with a smile, finishing your plate.
“Nah, I’m sure he likes it.” Ippei jerked his head to the left.
He? You leaned back to see around the man, meeting Shohei’s surprised face almost immediately. Had he been standing there the whole time? He had obviously been staring at your back, at his name, bashfully looking up to your face when you moved, blinking a couple times to clear his eyes.
“I uh, got it ten minutes ago.” You grinned awkwardly, pointing your thumb proudly at the jersey, hoping he wouldn’t think you were a weirdo.
The large player didn’t say anything, blinking more slowly this time before opting to just nod gently, with a quick “thanks for your support”, hurriedly leaning forward to start filling his plate with all kinds of foods.
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Once everyone had their food the three of you found a place to sit while you ate, it was at the back of the room away from the noise, and where the two usually sat before a game anyways. A small conversation started while the three of you ate calmly.
“Why... do you only have grapes, and shrimp?” Ohtani questioned suddenly, looking at your plate baffled. You looked down at it as well, pausing for a moment trying to find out what was so weird about that.
“Uh, well, it’s because... these things are... super expensive in Tokyo. It’s like a rich person food to me.” You smiled, eating a couple shrimps happily.
“Wow. That’s so sad.” Ippei chuckled before taking a bite of his sandwich.
Shohei on the other hand burst out laughing at your response, making you laugh a bit too at your pitiful confession.
“Seriously, I feel like a mega-rich, and very posh, Ginza lady right now - eating nothing but shrimp and fruit. So fancy right? ” You exclaimed, popping a grape in your mouth.
The Japanese player laughed even harder, tears building up as he wiped his eyes.
“Those people wouldn’t touch that stuff with a three-meter stick.” Ippei stated, letting out a small laugh.
“Just let me have my moment.” You pouted through a smile, shoving more shrimp in your mouth.
The other man calmed down finally and was now sitting there smiling while he ate.
“So, fancy y/n, are you okay to sit in the dugout tonight. Not too unrefined for you?” Ippei questioned with a smirk.
“That’s, allowed?” You asked, surprised.
“Yeah, if you want to. Can’t stay there the whole time, but.” The man responded nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders.
“It’s the best place to hear, ‘the surprise’.” Shohei added, food in the process of being shoved in his mouth.
“Well, doesn’t seem like there’s any other option.” You smiled at the player, who nodded in acknowledgment.
“He’s batting first tonight, you won’t have to wait long.” Ippei spoke, starting on the next sandwich.
“Hope me being in there won’t be bad luck.” You joked.
“You believe in that?” Ippei smirked.
“My family ingrained it into me, wasn’t allowed to watch a single super bowl game in the living room till I literally moved out.” You frowned, stabbing a grape.
“Harsh.” The man smirked with a small laugh under his breath.
“You will be good luck, for sure.” Shohei leaned forward in a hunch to take another bite of food, smiling sincerely at you as he looked up from his food.
“Then, I will see to it that will become a very good omen. Please believe in me.” You responded in the highest form of keigo you knew, bowing rigidly from your seat for comedic effect. Since you never studied that level of grammar, it was really freaking bad, causing the two men to laugh again.
“You’re funny.” Ippei chuckled.
“Yeah, and your Japanese is so good though?” Shohei exclaimed, eyebrows raised, eyes wide.
“Nah it’s pretty bad, I fell off the study wagon a long time ago.” You laughed awkwardly, waving a hand in front of your face.
“You’d be there forever if you stayed on.” Ippei chuckled again, while Shohei nodded in sullen agreement.
“Writing would be nice though, having to look up every other kanji at the doctor's office, or like city hall makes me literally sweat, like, a lot. Buckets. But when I look around, I'm the only one.” You giggled.
“You’re so honest.” Shohei chuckled, wiping his mouth with a napkin, still leaning forward in his chair, you grinned back at him. Your eyes locked for a while, you had never noticed, but his eyelashes were sort of long.
At that moment Ippei had to take a call, letting the two of you know he’d be back in a bit, walking off. The two of you looked away and finished eating in silence.
When you looked up from your empty plate, the large player was now staring at you with a soft expression. The warmth in his eyes made you blush, he didn’t even break his gaze once he was caught like he usually did. You responded back to him simply with a shy smile, before being the one to avert your own eyes to the floor again.
Thankfully at that moment, a group of Angels came over, slapping the Japanese man on the back, starting up a conversion. They were going over strategies for the game and overall just getting hyped up. You didn’t have much to input, so you just kind of sat there enjoying the excited chatter. Shohei smiled merrily the whole time, inserting little jokes, completely affected by their excitement. The way he carried himself really reminded you that the essence of baseball was really just about having fun with your teammates and giving it your all. He looked simply happy to be there, and it made you smile too, just watching him goof off. It was charming to see his duality of being a just big kid with endless laugher, versus the super-serious, and seasoned player he was on the mound.
You were really trying hard not to but, you were rapidly developing feelings for Shohei. The last three months of volunteering here, you of course thought he was really cute and kind, classic boyfriend material. A simple crush, like many of the girls working around him, surely had as well. However the possibility of you two actually dating had always been a foreign concept, one which stopped you from even considering it, at all, you just didn’t know if you even could. With you both traveling for work, how would there be time? Plus, what about the media? His family? Yours? All those things seemed unscalable walls, that is, until this moment, when you could feel his gentle eyes on you once again.
Maybe, there was something? Or maybe, he was just a super nice guy, and you were treated no different than anyone else.
When you snapped out of your thoughts, Shohei was starting to stand up, grabbing everyone’s empties plates. He reached his hand towards you, asking for the one in your hand with a tiny nod of his head, to which you thanked him, stood up, and handed it over.
Well.
Either way, you were so screwed.
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#大谷 翔平#ohtani shohei#shohei ohtani#ohtani shohei imagines#shohei ohtani imagines#ohtani imagines#ohtani x reader#ohtani#ohtani angels
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What's it like being 44? What was like being a kid in the 80's?
oooh, what an ask! I think probably the biggest difference between then and now, is that growing up when I did social media was not a thing, heck, the internet barely existed for normal folks. I was not online in any capacity until i was in high school and even then it was just kind of a novelty, and not something we depended on. And it came on CDs and charged by the minute. AOL baby!
I think growing up when I did I had more freedom than people born later do. Me and my friends would play outside all day, just wandering around the woods behind our houses. For most of my childhood and adolescence it was be home by dinner or call if you're going to be out past a certain time. That is stuff that would absolutely not fly these days. I worry letting my son play outside by himself, not that anything will happen to him, but that someone will see him alone and call the cops.
All sorts of momentous things happened while I was growing up, the Cold War, the AIDS epidemic (I lost family to AIDs, this was before people understood what it was and how to treat it, and before gays could do anything other than stay closeted) the fall of the Soviet Union. One of the first big news stories I remember was the explosion of the Challenger space shuttle. We were watching the launch in school and I remember not understanding what had happened until people started crying. The thing about historical events is that you don't know that you're witnessing something incredible because you're in it, so it seems normal. You don't understand it until later.
I think the music was better, MTV still actually played music instead of just shows, VH1 was for assholes. I used to stay up late and tape Headbanger's Ball. But that might be me turning into one of those "new music sucks" old people.
As for how it feels to be 44? It doesn't really feel a whole lot different to me than when I was younger. I know more. I don't know if I'm necessarily wiser than I was in my 20s but I am definitely more cautious, less impulsive. I still enjoy the same things I've always enjoyed, namely science fiction, I'm still a huge nerd about Star Wars and the space program. I'm still kind of waiting for that older-and-wiser thing to happen. I'm fairly skeptical at this point. When I was younger I used to think that I'd hit a certain age and everything would magically click into place and I'd have my shit together, but honestly? I think we're all just winging it.
I find as I get older, I give less fucks about how other people see me. And that is a blessing. The physical stuff, not so great. Hello random joint pain for no reason. Hurting yourself just by sleeping in a weird position is kind of a bummer. I don't bounce back as quickly from illness or injury as I used to. And hangovers last multiple days now.
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4, and 40 w/ Daughters of Destiny for the fanfic writer meme?
#4: How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?
I have a bunch of Demon Slayer xOC stories in my head. A few Jujutsu Kaisen fics, too, and some of the MHA ideas I've mentioned here but have never posted. I recently started watching One Piece and have some ideas, but I need to finish the series (a monumental task) before working on any of them. And of course I really need to work on my Cowboy Bebop and Pokemon fics...
Obviously I still have some older YYH stories I still need to finish, both on my Star Charter account and on fics I started under another name. I find myself preoccupied by them rather than concocting new YYH ideas. Once I finish all of those, I'm thinking I might stop writing for YYH, unless something new strikes me. I always want to be a part of the fandom, but... I can't keep starting stuff and not completing it!
LC's gotta get finished first, before anything else.
#40: Write an alternative ending to [insert fic title] (or just the summary of one). - Daughters of Destiny requested here
I'm not sure about an alternate ending since I haven't really written all of Not Quite Kagome's story. And since Daughters of Destiny was kind of a prologue to NQKag's story, its end is really more like a beginning? But here's the general vibe of how a story all about Not Quite Kagome would go, if that works for you.
Basically the dynamic between NQKag and Inuyasha would be super different in this story. They wouldn't be romantically interested in each other; NQKag knows her sister, who lived the life of Not Quite Kikyo, was into Inuyasha, and NQKag wouldn't want to encroach on that relationship. Plus, as an identical twin, in her past life she was often frustrated to be compared to her sister, so getting her sister's "leftovers" as a love interest in her new life is just plain gross and uncomfy. She'd resent being compared to Kikyo even more than canon!Kagome since she's already had too much of that kind of thing in her past life.
NQKag and Inuyasha, therefore, would basically become bros. They'd be a buddy comedy duo who bicker a lot and have more of a sibling relationship, and they bond over their shared love for Kikyo and their respective angst for what she's become and the roles they played in that. Each of them wants to seek out Not Quite Kikyo for their own reasons: Inuyasha for closure and to take care of a person he loved, and NQKag to lay her sister to rest and end her torment. They'd search for the jewel shards and try to find a way to lay NQKikyo to rest together.
The "sit boy" thing would also play out super differently. I have the scene already written! One day I'll share it, along with her meeting Miroku (she shuts down his pervy behaviors FAST). I'm thinking of making a snippets collection with random bits from NQKagome's story in it, but I'm still workshopping a title. Let me know if that sounds interesting to any of you.
I will admit I'm a SessKag shipper, so that would get set up somewhere along the way. NQKagome would open him up and challenge his perceptions of humanity. Would try my damndest not to turn her into a Manic Pixie Dream Girl to his Depressive Demon Nightmare Boy, although "Literal Ray of Sunshine dates Grumpy Rage Monster" is a favored ship dynamic for me, so...
I'm not entirely sure how her story would end, tbh. Part of me wants her to save NQKikyo by giving her a new life she can finally live in peace and with her own identity, but also there's something poetic in just laying her to rest after centuries of torment. But I also don't just want to kill someone who deserves more than she was given, y'know? It'd be a big bummer, and as I age, I find that I enjoy bummer endings less and less. Optimism in such a dark world can be truly subversive.
IDK if this was what you were really after when you asked for #40, but I hope this was interesting to read about, at least!
#not quite kagome#not quite keiko#daughters of destiny#lucky child#luckychildfanfic#yyh fanfic#yu yu hakusho fanfiction#yu yu hakusho
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