#he looked too bald i just had to give him hair I'm sorry/silly

[crisis-takesover]

I tried to draw Cruel King with like idk more headcanon stuff? Basically just trying to see if i can make a fanon design for this guy

I did before but yeah tried redoing it

I usually just draw things close to canon but yknow how roblox is

[luvrlou]

What are my Flaws

Pairing: Dinger Holfield x Fem!Reader

Warning: Swearing, Underage Drinking, Use of Weed

Summary: After being invited to a party some truths come out after a silly drunken conversation.

A/N: Not posted in absolutely ages sorry about that!

Word Count: 2.8k

Lainie Diamond, the school's popular sweetheart, most people feel a streak of jealousy when they see her walk through the halls with a herd of teenage boys, sometimes even girls, i'm not one to judge, trailing behind her. Although I should hate her, I mean she pretty much stole my ex from me, it's not her fault though, she's honestly breathtaking. I love her more than anything, we've had this bond like no other since she moved here about 4 years ago and ever since we've been attached at the hip.

Of course always being with the school's, hell maybe even the state's, wow girl can have it's downsides, like bringing her with me to meet a boy and me totally falling for him, or having to third wheel almost all the time!

Even though there are a few downsides I would never change her for the world, she has the most golden heart and intriguing personality, what is there not to like?

"Hey Y/N!" Lainie shouted across the classroom as I walked into maths, earning a hush from the balding teacher at the chalkboard, she rolled her eyes.

"Is that Lainie Diamond? In the flesh?" I laughed as I walked towards my desk.

"Yes it is, now be shocked," she teased back, causing me to faux gasp.

When I sat in my seat I immediately felt the presence of a certain redhead sitting behind me, I rolled my eyes, as much as I love my friends. Dinger and Joel always seemed to get me riled up, more so Dinger, he just always knew how to push my buttons.

"Good morning, Y/L/N" Dinger whispered from behind me.

"Dinger," I nodded, while trying to copy down what's on the blackboard.

"Not even a good morning, wow, fuck you too then." He gasped and muttered, making me huff in frustration.

"Calm down it's nine in the morning jesus." I groaned, I could hear him snicker to himself, he definitely knew that he got a rise of me. I just know there's going to be a long day ahead.

By the time lunch had rolled around I was on my last nerve with Dinger, I guess I'm feeling really irritable today, usually, I can keep my anger in until last period before he truly pisses me off.

I don't get how one person can have that many annoying characteristics, he's not even that bad a person to others, but he just has something out for me, I'm telling you. For example, when Bobby first introduced us, he was nothing but nice to me, mind that was about five or six years ago.

Ever since we were 15 he just seemed to have it out to annoy me, which influenced Joel to tag along and piss me off, it's two years later and they're still doing it, you'd think they would mature a bit, but no, only seems that me and Lainie have.

I mean even Bobby is more level-headed than him and trust me Bobby is a nutter and a half.

"If you glare any harder holes might actually burn in his back," Bobby chuckled, snapping me out of my hateful thoughts.

"How come I'm the only one truly irritated by his mere existence?" I question, facing the black-haired boy next to me.

"Maybe you like him!" He teased, nudging my shoulder.

"Yeah, no," I deadpan, now I'll admit he is a decent-looking boy but his personality is definitely off-putting. Bobby then gives me a knowing look, "as if, have you seen how he acts, I'd rather drown in scolding hot lava than date him for more than five seconds."

"Woah, that was a bit harsh princess," Dinger hummed. Great just great, why does he have to be near me whenever I don't want him there whatsoever.

"Don't be such a smart ass then Holfield and maybe my opinion on you will change," I scan his face for a moment, seeing a trace of a smirk, I continue, "which is extremely unliking since the thought of being with you is simply revolting."

I smiled to myself watching him give up and turn away to go talk to Joel, finally I had gotten a rise out of him.

Before I knew it lunch was over and I had to go back to class, I trudged through to halls toward my Physics room, dreading the next hour of my life. Luckily I sat next to a sweet girl, Evie.

"You don't look too happy," she commented when I practically flung myself in my seat.

"How could you tell?" I replied flatly.

"Well what's pissed you off, or who?" She questioned, slight humour in her voice.

"That stupid fuck, Dinger Holfield, god knows why I keep him in my life he's so incredibly frustrating!" I huffed, crossing my arms.

"I mean at least he talks to you, I would die if a boy with his looks even spared me a glance." She reasoned, a day-dreamy look in her eyes.

Her comment made me feel a bit distasteful, I don't really understand why but I pay it no mind and reply. "Sure he's ok looking but his personality is his main downfall."

Before Evie could reply the whole room was silenced by our teacher, she finally seemed annoyed by the class's constant chatter. After a treacherous class, the bell finally rang signalling it was the last period.

"What class are you off to?" I ask Evie as we gather our stuff.

"English," she groaned, "you?"

"Art," I answered happily, I honestly quite enjoyed art, well it's better than maths or english.

She quickly smiled at me when we parted ways to go to our separate classes.

Sadly my peace had been interrupted by none other than Dinger Holfield, who was slinging an arm over my shoulder.

"Dinger, what are you up to?" I inquired, my eyes flicking between his face and the arm over my shoulders while my cheeks flushed red.

"You looked quite lonely there, like a small puppy, so I'm here to walk you to class!" He cheered as if he was the kindest person in the world.

"Well I'm Mr Mackal's room, so we're nearly there," I told him, hoping to get away from the encounter as soon as possible.

He took his arm off my shoulder and started to fiddle with the zip of his army green jacket, "Me, Joel and Bobby are going to a party tonight, come with us will you?" He spluttered out. I just nodded in response, face still flushed, "and- uh- bring Lainie!" He finished his sentence, while trying to redeem himself.

I nodded again and chuckled as he practically sped-walked away, I didn't realise I was that scary. I shook off the slightly odd behaviour and entered my class.

Before I knew it the time of the party, Dinger had invited me and Lainie to, had rolled in. The boys were going to pick us up at seven so we had just over an hour to get ready.

"What are you wearing?" Lainie asked you slightly panicked at the time.

"Just a mini dress, or maybe a nice top and a skirt." I answer, rummaging through my closet, "you can wear one of my outfits, yeah?"

"Yes, please! You are honestly a lifesaver!" She smiled widely. I picked her out a black fitted skirt and a silver sparkling cropped vest to match, it was more my style than hers but it didn't matter, she suited everything.

While she changed into her outfit I started deciding between a dress to wear, I was thinking a black one with mesh arms, and perhaps some silver heels to match so that me and Lainey would be somewhat corresponding.

I changed into my outfit and we started to jokingly model about my room, "You have the best clothes, Y/N, I swear," Lainie praises, her comment made me beam, I was infatuated by her mere presence never mind her sweet words.

Lainie reached over my bed to glance at my alarm clock, "we have fifteen minutes, give or take, before the boys come." she commented, I hummed in response.

Lainie sat on my bed fawning over the photos of Ralph Maccio and River Pheonix in my newest edition of BOP, while she was engrossed in my magazine I took the last of my curlers out, I adored doing this to my hair it always added just the right amount of volume.

"Thats the boys!" I cheer as I watch Joel's red mustang pull up infront of my house, I quickly fix my hair and then the straps on Lainie's top before we leave my front door. "Bye Dad!" I shout up the stairs.

We swiftly exit my house and walk towards the car. Lainie obviously sat shotgun next to Joel, meaning I had to be stuck between Bobby and Dinger. "Hello honey," the redhead boy laughed, leaning close into my side.

The car journey was about twenty minutes, I didn't talk much although Bobby, Lainie and Joel seemed to keep themselves occupied and Dinger was trying to understand how to work Joel's new lighter.

"Come on man, I just want a smoke!" He groaned still flicking the side of the light.

I hummed, "hand it over," he obliged and I flicked on the flame and signalled for him to put the cigarette in his mouth. He watched me with open eyes and his cheeks a shade of rose. I quickly lit his cig and moved back, registering how close to him I was. When I sat back Bobby sent me a knowing look, making me mouth 'shut up' to him.

When we arrived at the party Bobby offered me his hand and pulled me out of the car, I walked to Lainie's door and helped her out, "Dinger didn't seem too happy about Bobby helping you out the car," she whispered with a teasing smile across her lips.

"Oh shut up Lainie," I mumbled as she laughed and linked arms with me.

We walked towards the front door of the house, I didn't really know whose party this was, apparently, it was one of Bobby's friends from the neighbouring school.

The first thing we did when we entered the house was find the stock of drinks, "what are you thinking Y/N?" Lainie asked, eyes roaming the display of vodka, beer, tequila, whiskey and even some rum.

"I'm thinking of a vodka coke," I pondered, grabbing a red solo cup. Lainie nodded in agreement grabbing the vodka and a cup of her own, she poured some vodka into the two cups while I grabbed the coke and added it to the vodka in both cups until it was mainly full.

'Okay I'm away to mingle, you want to come?" She asked me, I took a swig of my drink and shook my head.

"I'll catch you up later, yeah?" I smiled.

I am honestly so confused with Dinger, sure he's annoying but we have these moments, it's as if the world stops spinning and it's just me and him. Before I knew it my drink was finished, I poured myself a new one, this time with a more generous amount of vodka.

"I really need to go talk to more people," I mumble to myself, I really had to get this prick out of my head. I walked into the crowd and started talking to some girls.

"Hey! I love your dress, where did you get it?" A girl I've seen around school asks.

"Thank you, I got it from Tommy Hilfiger! Only $70 can you believe that?" I grin before taking a gulp of my drink.

"Hey Y/N!" A girl shouts, a big group walks up to me, Evie standing at the front.

"Evie! You should have told me you were coming!" I grinned, "oh my god, are those Guess jeans! I need them!"

"Yes, the fit of them is honestly amazing!" She fawned. "Want to come and get a drink with me, there's this one whiskey that tastes just like the apple juice in the mall!"

"Hell yeah!" I beamed, the other girls followed as we made our way to the kitchen, I poured the whiskey that Evie handed me into my cup and took a drink. "Evie how much percent is this?" I asked.

"It says twenty-seven, tastes like there's none though!" She laughed, gulping down the last half of her cup.

"So introduce me to your friends," I coax, eyes scanning the group of about seven girls behind her.

She turns around and points to the first girl, "This is Chanel, her mum really likes handbags," she whispered the last bit before pointing to the next girl. "This is Tracy," she makes her way down the line saying the name of each girl. They all looked nice enough but I was really wanting to mingle with more people, my mind wasn't exactly deterred from the thought of Dinger's face.

"I'm going to head, I'll talk to you all soon!" I smiled softly, added some more whiskey to my cup and walked into the crowd, hearing a chorus of 'byes' and 'see you laters' from the girls.

"Hey beautiful, where are you going?" An unfamiliar boy said, looking into my eyes.

"Oh no where," I giggle, I don't know if he's honestly attractive or if it's just the alcohol.

"Maybe we can talk a bit," he suggested motioning me to sit on the couch. "I'm James."

"Y/N, I haven't seen you around here before," I smiled, situating myself on the couch.

"Well I would remember seeing such a pretty face so I'm assuming you don't go to ACU?" He replied.

"Yeah I don't go there, I go to the school for the dumber part of town. I joked, downing the last of the liquid in my cup, feeling it slide down my throat. "I'm going to get a new drink, I'll be back in a second."

"Wait, give me your number just in case I miss you," he offered me a pen off the nearby table, I wrote my number onto the palm of his hand and walked to the kitchen.

While I was on my way towards it a pair of hands grabbed my waist, I whipped my head around to see Dinger with a clenched jaw. "Dinger, what the fuck!" I mutter sternly. He stayed silent while he guided me into the room.

While he walked me I felt over whelmed by his redolent scent. "What do you thing think your doing," he whispered through clenched teeth.

"Getting dragged by you to the kitchen, duh!" I drunkenly laughed.

"Don't even think about fucking with me Y/N" He threatened.

I grabbed more whiskey and filled my cup to the brim, " I'm not doing anything you're the one grabbing me and dragging me away!"

"That guy! Why are you talking to him?" He questioned getting close to me, I could smell the strong stench of beer and weed in his breath.

"Cause I'm a single girl who can talk to whoever she pleases!" I babble, looking at him with the most menacing eyes my drunken state can muster.

"God you're so stupid! I like you Y/N!" He practically yelled.

"No you don't" I whisper, looking at his pleading eyes.

He backed away from me and sat on a chair at the drinks table. "What's my flaw?"

I laugh, until I realise he's deadly serious. "Well you're irritating, you have a bit of a jealous streak, clearly, and you always push my buttons." I giggle.

"So nothing physically is wrong with me?" He ponders.

"No, you're hot as hell!" I admit, feeling his eyes glued to me as a finish yet another cup of whiskey.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I mean I would be in love with, like head over heels, if you were less annoying." I chuckle grabbing the bottle and pouring the drink right into my mouth instead of a cup.

He groaned and grabbed my face, "you're so fucking confusing," he crashed his lips right into mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he trailed his hands down my back to my waist.

He pulled back as we heard a set of footsteps walk into the room. "Thank god! I thought you died Dinger!" The voice belonged to none other than Bobby Keller. "Y/N?"

"Hey Bobby," I replied cautiously.

"Hey girl!" He shouted, well more squealed. Yes he was definitely high. "Want to come smoke with us!"

I hummed before nodding and grabbing Dinger's hand and following Bobby towards the back garden. He handed each of us a joint and we sat on the grass while gazing at the abendrot sky while the drugged smoke filled our lungs.

[just-a-poor-boy-queen]

Credit goes to the anon who asked for Jim and Khaleel convincing Freddie to grow out his hair.

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Part 40 of Jimercury Kid series

‘I still think you’re making a mistake.’

Freddie rolled his eyes, fidgeting in the chair Jim had sat him in. ‘For God’s sake, darling, it’s just a haircut. I’m not asking you to amputate my arm.’

Jim couldn’t resist reaching up to gently caress Freddie’s dark head of hair, rubbing the small curls between his fingertips. Freddie had been so preoccupied with the upcoming Innuendo tour, he had allowed his hair to grow beyond its usual length and it now curled just beneath his ear. It made him look ten years younger, Jim thought; not to mention it almost completely covered that troublesome bald spot on his crown that he was constantly fussing over. But Freddie woke up that morning, took one look in the mirror, and declared that he needed a haircut. And when Freddie wanted something, he would move Heaven or Hell to get it.

‘I love your hair.’ Jim said quietly, releasing the curl as he turned to get the scissors ready. ‘It’s such a shame you won’t let it grow out.’

‘Reminds me too much of the 70s.’ Freddie shuddered, adjusting the oversized gown around his shoulders. ‘I was absolutely hideous back then. Don’t know what I was thinking.’

Jim rolled his eyes. He had seen plenty of pictures of Freddie from the early years of Queen and he was far from hideous. He didn’t think it was physically possible for Freddie to ever be hideous.

Khaleel came wandering into the kitchen, holding Miko in his arms as he walked over to the fridge. ‘Are you cutting Baba’s hair?’

‘Yes, he is.’ Freddie replied, as Jim fluffed his curls in preparation for trimming. ‘Baba needs a tidy head of hair for when he goes on tour, so it’s all coming off!’

Khaleel pulled a face as he reached for the orange juice with his spare arm, closing the fridge and crossing over to the kitchen counter so he could pour himself a glass. ‘I wish you’d keep your hair, Baba. I like it.’

‘So do I, Kenny.’ Replied Jim. ‘I wish I had a head of hair like that. Mine’s slowly disappearing.’

‘Don’t be ridiculous, you have plenty left!’ Freddie chided. ‘Besides, I may have a lot of it but look how thin it is. If I go prancing onstage like this, I’ll probably leave a trail behind me. No, it’s got to go. I’ve never liked my curls – they’re frizzy and look ridiculous.’

Khaleel was quiet for a moment, letting Miko hop onto the counter as he began preparing his drink. Then he said over to Jim, before he could begin cutting, ‘can I get my hair cut after Baba, Daddy?’

Jim paused. ‘I cut your hair only last week, sweetheart.’

‘I know, but I want you to cut all my curls off too.’

‘What?!’ Freddie turned around, eyes wide. ‘Bijou, what are you talking about? You have lovely hair; you don’t need to cut it all off.’

‘But you said curly hair looks silly.’ Khaleel touched his head uncertainly. ‘I don’t want to have silly hair.’

Freddie felt his heart drop. He removed his gown and went to put his arms around the little boy. ‘Khaleel, I didn’t mean that all curly hair is silly. Your hair is perfect the way it is, you don’t need to cut it.’

Khaleel stared up at him with confused blue-green eyes. ‘I think your hair is perfect. You shouldn’t cut it either.’

Looking down at his son, Freddie couldn’t help but feel like a massive hypocrite. Here he was, trying to preach to Khaleel about accepting yourself and embracing how you look, while subconsciously projecting his own insecurities about his appearance onto the child at the same time. He was so busy fussing over his image that he hadn’t even realised the effect it might be having on the boy. He could feel a lump growing in his throat, but he quickly swallowed it down.

‘Alright then. I won’t cut it.’ He reached down to cup Khaleel’s face between his hands. ‘We’re both going to keep our curls.’

Khaleel beamed and hugged Freddie around the waist, the orange juice forgotten. Jim set down his scissors and came up behind his husband, pressing a kiss against the shell of his ear.

‘I’m proud of you.’ He murmured. ‘And for what it’s worth, you could never look hideous.’

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Thank you again for all your support. I'm in an extremely dark place at the moment and I'm glad you're kind enough to let me share my work with you and your followers. I feel stupid whining about my problems on here, but I don't really have anyone else to whine to, haha. Idk, I'll try to stick to writing and not venting 💜

Awwww this is such an adorable take on the prompt😭

I love that you've shown Freddie dealing with his insecurities whilst parenting his son. Not only is it a very sweet bonding moment but also a chance for Freddie to accept himself just as he is.

And ahhhhh an Innuendo tour😭😭😭😭😭 What I'd give for Freddie to perform TSMGO, Innuendo, and of course Delilah!

Ahh sorry, went on a tangent there. But this is such a cute, little piece. I loved it!💙

And my dear anon, you are more than welcome to vent here. This is a safe space where you can always let out your frustrations and anger and any other emotion you may be feeling💛

(More drabbles by writer anon)

(All the parts of this series can also be found under the tag #freddie and jim and their baby on this blog)

[marialenikiforov]

Daisuzu Snippet 💴⛸️💕

Hey Daisuzu gang! This came out as a silly thought inspired by some of my wife's art @geniusmeemee (please convince her of posting it here). I hope you enjoy it :)

Now that Daisuke and Suzue have less to worry about, Suzue decides to follow up a childhood dream of hers. As her fiancé, Daisuke supports her and makes sure that no one gets in the way.

Sometimes it was hard for Daisuke Kambe to understand his fiancé. Suzue continued to be a box full of surprises. Since the two were younger he found himself accompanying a mesmerized Suzue countless times while she watched figure skating competitions on their huge TV screen.

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"Look! She landed a triple Axel!" Suzue said excitedly as a Russian lady received applauses.

As usual, Daisuke stayed in silence and simply nodded, not being too able to understand the excitement of the girl beside him.

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He could even remember the happy grin on her face when his grandma gave her a pair of skating boots during one of the many Christmas they shared.

Daisuke thought it was only a silly hobby of her, so he never expected to find himself standing at rink side right next to Yakov Feltsman who apparently was one of the best coaches in the world. Only the best for Suzue, of course, since he was her only sponsor.

It happened after those vacations she had by herself, maybe she found herself with extra free time, Daisuke still couldn't understand.

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"Daisuke-sama, I want to take professional figure skating classes." Suzue said nervously during the dinner they shared when she came back. "Of course this won't interfere with my duties. I will keep working for you as I have always done."

Daisuke blinked once, twice, trying to process this crazy request.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

Suzue nodded a few times. A blush was visible on her cheeks, but she still had that fierceful look on her face.

"All right." He simply answered, much to Suzue's excitement.

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Suzue looked beautiful as she spun on the ice with her eyes closed. Her hair was tied up on a ponytail with some rebel hairs falling at the sides of her face. She looked so happy on her new costume, of course Daisuke made sure to hire the best designer for her.

"KAMBE! Your back is not straight! and what was that sloppy double!?" The almost bald coach yelled.

Suzue looked back and Daisuke was able to see that almost disappointed look on her face. He didn't like him one bit. Who did this man thought he was? No one could make Suzue feel like that.

"I'm sorry, I will do it again sir." She said calmly and took back her starting position.

Daisuke narrowed his eyes and looked at the old man with disdain. He still looked like he was smelling shit.

"YOUR LEG! How many times do I have to repeat this?!" Yakov yelled again. "This girl I swear- not even Mila gives me this kind of troubles. She's just too old for this, she can't do triples. Her back isn't trained for this." He said in a lower voice, making notes to himself.

Daisuke felt the anger rising within himself, his usually calm and composed demeanor had switch. He looked visibly pissed.

"How much?" He asked, taking Yakov by surprise. The latter was a few inches taller than him but he didn't feel intimidated by it.

"What?" Yakov groaned.

Daisuke took a wad of cash from his wallet and slapped the Russian with it.

"How much do you want to stop yelling at my fiancé?"

Yakov was too taken aback by the gesture. Not even Victor Nikiforov had ever done something like that.

"I'm paying you to coach her. Not to scream at her. Should I find someone that can do the job without yelling at her?"

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Daisuke helped Suzue into her coat after she got changed into her usual clothes.

"Coach Yakov seemed different today." Suzue commented as they walked out of the building and made their way down the stone steps. "Did you hear something while you watched the practice?"

Daisuke had a smug grin on his face as he offered her his arm to take.

"Nothing to worry about. I'm sure he will behave from now on."

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[aelaer]

Stephen's Amnesiac Adventure Continues

Part 1 | Part 2

It took some hours, as the guard had said, but Stephen eventually made it to the monastery of Weynon Priory by mid-afternoon. It consisted of a small stone chapel, a large stone house, and a smaller structure right beside it. An archway cut through the larger building to lead to a small stable beyond.

It felt very old and rustic and for whatever reason not quite the norm. However, whenever Stephen tried to reach for his lost memories, his headaches would start anew. Though frustrating, he set the matter aside for now.

Unsure where to start, he stood in the courtyard for a moment before trying his luck with the chapel. Chapels were generally public places, right? He wasn't sure how he figured that (yet another thing to ponder later).

He grimaced at the heavy door and maneuvered his arm through the metal door handle and used his the strength of his forearm to open the door. He'd have to figure that out, too; if he knew magic, surely he'd figured another way to open doors, right?

Stephen detangled his arm and let the door shut behind him. His entrance drew the attention to the two robed men present.

"Hi," he said. "I, uh, I'm looking for a Jauffre."

"Brother Jauffre is in the main house," one of them answered. "What is this regarding?"

He was pretty sure he shouldn't say anything about dead emperors and magical amulets to just anyone, so Stephen replied, "I have a message for him." Hopefully that was enough.

It seemed to be. "He should be in his study on the upper floor to the right," the monk (friar? priest?) answered. "Just let yourself in."

Stephen forced himself not to look at his hands. "Great. Thanks."

He left the two attendants of the chapel (none of the imagery in said chapel looked familiar to him, but that was, again, something to think about later) and made his way into the house, though thankfully the heavy door pushed inward. He made his way upstairs and found a older, balding man with grey hair in plain brown robes reading at a desk. The old man nodded in greeting.

"I'm Brother Jauffre. What do you want?"

Stephen could work with direct. Ignoring the fact that he definitely did not look like a messenger of royalty (whatever the hell he was wearing itched horribly), he said, "I have something the emperor wanted me to give you."

That got Jauffre's attention. So Stephen took out the amulet (and how it *pulsed* in his hands!) and said, "The emperor is dead." At the look of utter horror on the older man's face, Stephen added, "I'm sorry." It seems he knew him pretty well -- and that made sense, this emperor giving it to someone he could trust. (Why he trusted him and his dreams, though, was a whole other thing entirely.)

"Tell me everything," Jauffre demanded.

Stephen was about to reply, but then his very empty stomach grumbled. Loudly.

Jauffre paused and his demanding look turned into one of contrition. "I apologize; you have clearly come upon a long road. It's near the dinner hour; please join me and you can tell me everything then. I will show you where you can wash up and change."

He couldn't help but slump his shoulders in relief. "That would be much appreciated."

"Of course. Please follow me."

While the greeting from Jauffre is from the game, all the other dialogue is made up. The two brothers in the chapel give a long spiel about the priory and the chapel in game first, so I just had Stephen speak first. And in the quest line once with Jauffre, you immediately get to exposition because this game's character only feels fatigue during and after a fight lmao. And I needed a breaking point before this got too long. Exposition in the next chapter.

I'm thinking of editing the first two parts, especially the first part, to make it more story-like since this just started making itself more like a story on its own. Though I'll likely keep this more "tell" instead of "show" for some parts as it's not a fully serious writing endeavor, just a silly exercise.

Game wise, I've discovered that I really really really really enjoy collecting random plants. All the time. So game-Stephen is definitely learning alchemy, once I figure out how to actually do that.

I'm actually rather behind on this because I've been spending more of my free time playing than anything else, including writing (guess I need a break for a couple weeks). I need to queue up some posts.