#i should probably stop pouring my frustration here tbh

[wandixx]

I did a thing? It's not big bit I hope you like it.

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Conner was absolutely exhausted. He and a few other members of the Young Justice team were free when Unknown sent a distress signal, so it was out of the question that they went to help. Really, they just sped to the closest stash with weapons to handle Unknown’s opponents and get to the battlefield.

It quickly escalated into involving various adult members including some from JLD who nearly never answered their calls. All because villains collaborated. ‘Cause, of course, they did. Life couldn’t be nice just this once.

The whole fight was kind of a blur if he was being honest with himself. He of course remembered pain, chaos, frantic attempts to protect everyone, and anger that these so-called ghosts just wouldn’t stay down. He hadn’t completely blacked out. But he had trouble recalling what exactly had happened. Who exactly he fought, who exactly he saved, where he moved, why his knuckles bleed, and why his ribs ached. He wasn’t too concerned. He was made to be a weapon, it happened sometimes. He wasn’t made to remember things.

Anyway, he somehow ended up only a few steps from Unknown who sat on the ground, taking heavy, labored breaths. They were facing the other way, supporting their forehead on their bent knee, face obscured by angle, hood, and long hair. Their heart was beating faster than he ever heard it (it was almost speedster fast and normally it was too slow to be healthy!) while the ever-present buzz from their chest sped so much it sounded almost even. They seemed to tremble. It was concerning, to say the least, so Conner fought his own fatigue and kneeled next to them. He cautiously touched their shoulder but retreated when they winced.

“Do me not doing what you need me to do put anyone in danger?” they rasped anxiously between too-shallow breaths.

“No, I just-”

“Alright, then give me a moment” they wheezed. Conner felt a little out of his depths. He had yet to actually learn how to help people in shock or any other psychological responses to distress. Don’t get him wrong, he was learning, he just wasn’t any good at this. He wished that anyone else was there to console Unknown properly but they were all busy with banishing villains or cleaning up the debris.

“You’re hyperventilating,” he stated instead.

“No shit Sherlock”

“Do you want me to coach you through some breathing exercises so you don’t pass out?”

“Nah”

“Okay”

So he just sat next to Unknown, adult competent hero, listening as they tried to even out their gasps. He saw how their fingers pressed on the meat of their arm. Whatever they were doing seemed counterproductive but he knew better than to interfere. You can’t help a person who doesn’t want it. So, he just kept taking deep, calm breaths, hoping they would follow his lead.

It was weird to console the adult hero but he guessed it happened.

“Okay, maybe a little help?” they whispered, audibly panicking. It came out almost as a squeal. Conner nodded even though they couldn’t see it and got to work. It didn’t take them all that long to collect themselves but even after their breaths had calmed and their heart had slowed down, they didn’t move.

“Do you feel better now?” he asked cautiously.

“Yeah,” their voice still was barely louder than a whisper. Gods bless Conner’s super hearing or else they wouldn’t be able to have this conversation. “Thank you. And sorry, I’m usually better at handling this.”

“It’s okay”

It really was. It wasn’t the first nor probably the last time when hero got overwhelmed by a big fight. It was admirable that Unknown managed to wait with his panic until everything was wrapped up. Even if it was still weird to console an adult. Conner once again tried to put a hand on their shoulder. They didn’t show any indication of discomfort so he didn’t take it back.

Flash stopped in front of them, leaving a cloud of dust in his wake.

“You guys alright?” he asked fast like always. Unknown raised their head to look at the older hero and-

Their mask must have fallen off somewhen during the fight.

Oh.

“Yeah, I kinda freaked out for a moment but Superboy helped me get over it.”

Oh.

Unknown wasn’t an adult.

They (he? They kind of looked like boy) couldn’t be older than Conner himself. Maybe even younger than Robin.

They looked weirdly familiar for someone he never saw before.

When none of the heroes answered just staring at them with shock, they curled in themselves a little more and started mumbling.

“I know panic is unprofessional, I promise I’ll do better next time, I usually do, I just really don’t like dragging other people into my fights and kinda spiraled ‘cause of it I-“

“You’re a kid” Flash interrupted, almost choking on his words. Unknown froze, then slowly raised their dirty hand to touch their naked face.

“Oh, no, no, no-” their heartbeat piqued again, as they hastily ran their fingers across their cheeks and forehead and nose and everything else as if they could somehow find their full face mask if they tried hard enough. They were mumbling again.

Conner squeezed their shoulder in what he hoped was a grounding gesture. Where did he see this face?

“Hey, it’s alright kid. We all just assumed you were a little older, that’s it. Nothing bad happened.” Flash tried but his words went unheard. Superboy squeezed their arm again, hoping it would be at least just a little grounding.

Where has Conner seen this face?

“Please don’t give me back to them. I’ll be useful, I promise.” They hadn’t stopped speaking but these specific words struck something in young Kryptonian.

He heard similar words before.

He remembered the white-haired, flying girl who he found pickpocketing some unsuspecting tourists, who later ate burgers with him, sitting on top of one of Metropolis’ skyscrapers, talking in hushed tones about labs and guilt of being created as a weapon. Who did her best to reassure him and herself as well that they were more than they were made for. That they were full people. The girl who knew how it was to be an imperfect copy of someone else.

The girl who had a loving template, who couldn’t take her in because of his living situation but did his best to prepare her, before letting her travel for safety and self-discovery.

The girl loved her template enough to show her fellow clone, who she knew for less than three hours, a photo.

“Danny?” he asked, even though he knew.

The boy fell silent before he choked quick, unfinished:

“How-”

“You’re a little different from a guy Dani told me about”

Danny gasped quiet “oh” and looked at nothing in front of him with a sad, broken smile. The kind of smile people often wore when they thought about mysterious before when life was better and happiness easier. Conner wasn’t old enough to have his own before. For now his before was Cadmus lab and he would rather get beaten up into a pulp than return to this place. But Danny seemed to have before and before he was thinking about was different than his before meaning the completely civilian life that Dani told him about. He seemed to think about a time when he was a hero and had Dani and see it as before. Conner was kind of curious about what changed.

“I was a little different guy back then.”

Unknown, the Wandering Hero

So! We all know the typical Vivisection AU, right? Danny is revealed to his parents and they take it in all the wrong ways. They capture him, Vivisect him, and eventually he manages to escape with the help of his friends.

But what about his Rouges?

Sure, we all like to think of some of the more friendly ones like Ember, or Sydney, or Johnny 13 and Kitty, but he has WAY more Evil Rouges than good ones.

Without Danny there to reign them in, the Rouges spread out across the world to fulfill their obsessions, unhampered by the Heroes and Villains of the world that have no means to fight them.

And Danny? He feels responsible. He was the one to open the Gate, he was the Sacrifice, the one to let them through. And when the going got tough he just up and left? No, that won't do.

His Obsession is Protection for a reason, and nothing has changed. All he needs to do is expand his area of focus a little.

Danny, after healing up, starts wandering the world in search of the Ghosts who have escaped into the Mortal Realm. He battles all of his old foes, as well as many new ones who he hadn't met before.

His travels take him far and wide.

He defeats Skulker in Metropolis, as he is trying to hunt down the Super Family for their pelts. They are the last of their race after all, so he is inclined to try and hunt them. Honestly dealing with Skulker was easy, dealing with the Rich Asshole who was funding him was a nightmare.

He chases down Spectra in Gotham as she tries to feed on the misery of an entire City. (Thanks to @impyssadobsessions for the idea, this Prompt specifically). She is actually a very tough fight, especially powered by both the Misery of an Entire City as well as his Own Misery, but he manages.

He defeats Technus is Central City, as he tries to Raid Star Labs for their advanced Tech. It actually took a while to beat him after he amped himself with all that Power, and he did need help from the Local Hero to deal with him. He's just thankful Technus is one of the more "Harmless" ones.

After every Victory, he sends them back to the Realms using the Banishing Spell that Sam taught him a while back (the only bit of magic he ever really managed to master).

He knows they'll eventually find their way back out, but it's all he can do anymore. It's his eternal Punishment for unleashing them out into the World in the first place. He was the Catalyst for this Situation, now he was tasked with Fixing it, no matter how long it took.

...

The Justice League is caught in a tricky situation a the moment.

In the past few months, they have been encountering more and more of these Extra Dimensional Beings known as Realms Ghosts across the World.

Justice League Dark has had some success in battling them, but even they are getting tired of having to deal with every single incident alone.

They did get approached by a Government Agency known as the Ghostly Investigation Ward that seemed to want to help, but it didn't take long to realize that their main Aim was to Genocide the entire Race. The JLA had quickly cut ties after realizing that, and took what little Tech and Information they had been able to gather.

Still, it wasn't easy to deal with these Entities.

Thankfully, they have had some outside help. An Unknown Being has been routinely showing up whenever a Realms Ghost appears and defeating them, before using a (as described by Constantine) "Rudimentary Banishing Spell held together by willpower and luck" to send them back to their home Dimension. There's honestly no way it should be functional, but he did make it work either way.

They don't know much about this Unknown, aside from the fact that he seems to be the only one able to consistently damage the Realms Ghosts. His Powerset leads them to belive he may be from the same Dimension, or at least drawing his power from the same Source, but as he actively avoids the League and takes every opportunity to not talk to them, they know they aren't getting any answers any time soon.

Over the past few months, they had affectionately started referring to him as Unknown, creative they know, because they could never get his Real Name. Sure, some of the Realms Ghosts seemed to recognize him, but they always called him stuff like "Whelp" and "Punk" and "Usurper", which were not very good names to use when referring to him. Although the last one was a bit concerning.

They had only managed to trade a few quick words with Unknown in the past few months, but it was enough to get the Gist of it. He was just doing his job, sending the Realms Ghosts back where they belonged. There was apparently a Tear in Reality letting them through, but he seemed hesitant to reveal what he knew about it.

After a few months of sparse interactions, they eventually managed to convince him to at least take an Emergency Communicator. Just in case. They even let him take it apart to look for any Tracking Devices, which earned them a small bit of trust. They took whatever wins they could.

Fortunately, it seemed he never did need it. In fact he was getting more and more efficient with every battle, defeating his foes in half the time it would have taken before.

Unfortunately, it didn't last forever. One day, the Communicator went off, a distorted voice quickly saying, "Need backup, some of them decide to Team Up" before cutting out.

They quickly rushed to his location, finding an active battlefield with no less that a dozen Ghosts battling Unknown. And he seemed to be on the ropes.

With their arrival, the combined force of the Justice League and Unknown eventually managed to defeat the Group of Ghosts. Justice League Dark volunteered to work on the Banishing Spells while the others cleaned up the damage from the Battle.

One of them approached Unknown to make sure he was ok, and froze.

During the battle, Unknown's Mask had been Torn off, and they could finally see the face of the Hero they had been working with for the past few months.

And he was a Child.

[wienerbarnes]

The Electrifying Mind Reader (2/2)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Cheek to Cheek)

Word Count: 2,556

Warnings: not really any major ones tbh

A/N: yay hope yall enjoy! 

MAIN MASTERLIST | CHEEK TO CHEEK MASTERLIST

“No, no, no, this is all wrong.”

Bucky closes the blinds that the young nurse opened for you and rips the socks from Sam’s hands. He approaches where you lay in the hospital bed, unconscious to give your body and heart a break while your system is flooded with IV fluids.

“You don’t know how to put her socks on right; she - she doesn’t like ‘em too tight on her feet. You put ‘em on and you gotta tug on the toes a bit so they fit looser, yeah?” Bucky instructs, not really caring if Sam is paying attention to this lesson of putting socks on your feet.

It’s been six days. Six days since your heart stopped. Six days since Bucky’s CPR probably saved your life, holding you over just until they reached the tower and were able to get you into the MedBay. Six days since they stabilized you and induced you into a coma in fear that your heart would stop again, and also to give you a break from the pain.

It’s also been six days since Bucky’s had a proper shower, too, which Sam is getting really tired of.

It took him three days to even change out of his uniform from the mission; he didn’t want to leave your side.

“Bucky -”

“And as for the blinds, she always likes the room dim. The rest of her may be bright, but she doesn’t like all the lights on and the windows open.” He explains, still holding your feet in his hands, not taking his eyes off of you.

It doesn’t feel like it’s been six days for Bucky. Feels more like six years. Or six seconds. He doesn’t like you like this. Laying in some bed, no color anywhere, tubes sticking out of your nose, eyes closed and not looking back at him.

“Bucky, man, you gotta shower,” Bucky finally looks up at his friend, “Go outside. Touch some grass. I don’t know, but you’re not doing her any good by just sitting here.”

Bucky opens his mouth to disagree, but Sam stops him, “She’s not going to wake up, at least not for now. She’s still induced. They’d need to stop that medication in order to wake her up, which they plan to this afternoon. And even then, it could take her another day or two to wake up naturally.”

Bucky slumps at his explanation.

“And when she does wake up, she’s not going to want to see you like this.”

His hair is greasy, having grown out a bit more over the past couple of months, the circles under his eyes make his face look more his real age, and he can actually smell himself. She wouldn’t want to see you like this.

“I will be back in ten minutes.” He decides, willing to leave your side for a bit in order to clean himself up; clean himself up for you.

Unfortunately for Sam, the nurse returns as soon as Bucky steps out, new syringe in hand.

“Uh, what’s that?” It would be as soon as Bucky leaves that they want to do something to you. They haven’t done anything to you except change your IV bags and now is when they want to change shit up?

“Dr. Cho wants to take her out of her coma. This,” She raises the syringe, “Will help with that. She should wake up either later tonight or tomorrow morning, she’ll be very groggy.”

“Uh, alright.” He replies, not really knowing what else to say, but suddenly regretting convincing Bucky to leave.

It’s fine, she won’t wake up in the next seven minutes while Bucky’s gone.

Except when he only has three more minutes to wait out before Bucky’s return, he hears a soft groan from you. He freezes and looks up at your face, your eyes still closed but eyebrows twisted a bit closer together.

He glances at the clock, panicking. Please, only three more minutes, please.

Eyes force themselves open despite the blinding light and sharp crust around the eyes. Sam watches as your hazy eyes glaze over the room before landing on him, his eyes open wide like he’s looking at a ghost. You move your move a bit but no noise comes out. He can recognize the way you bring your lips together and push out that you’re trying to say something that starts with a B.

“Bucky? You want Bucky?”

“Buuhh,” You breathe out, voice weak from lack of use.

“Uh,” He glances at the clock, one more minute, “He should be here soon, just relax,” He tries, but it seems you take after your boyfriend when it comes to hospital settings.

You reach your uninjured arm to the oxygen tubes in your nose, pulling them away from your face and off your ears, next reaching for the IV in your arm. Sam slaps a hand over yours when you try to tear the tape off. Why would you tell her to relax, you idiot, that’s like the worst possible thing you could’ve told her in this situation!

How did you wake up so fast? He knows you were experimented on years ago and that HYDRA injected you with something while you were captured a few days ago, but are you enhanced like that? Enough for medicine to go through your system that quickly? What the hell did they inject you with?

“Stop -” He starts, reaching for your hands to stop them from pulling at the tubes.

“Sam, what the hell are you doing?!” Bucky’s voice booms into the room.

Sam whips his head over his shoulder to see a freshly showered Bucky, hair still wet and dawned in new clothes, as well as a bundle of more colorful patterns he assumes are for you.

“You’re awake.” Bucky realizes, anger dropping form his face and he completely forgets about what looked like Sam trying to take out your IV.

“I leave for ten minutes and you wake up. You weren’t supposed to wake up until tomorrow and you wake up the first time I leave the room.” He approaches the bed, throat tight as he feels an unbelievable relief at seeing your open eyes.

Your face also softens, no longer frustrated and eager to leave. Your hand leaves from underneath Sam’s and reaches out to Bucky, his metal fingers softly getting a hold of yours, bringing them to his lips to plant a kiss on the top.

He leans in and kisses you on the mouth, too, despite Sam’s presence, despite the cracks and dryness in your lips, despite the fact that you haven’t had any water or toothpaste in your mouth in six days.

Water!

“Let me get you some water, sweetheart, hold on.” Bucky drops your clothes in the chair he’s been sleeping in for six days and walks over to the counter to pour you a small cup of water. Sam realizes that the both of you are very occupied with each other now and takes his opportunity to leave before Bucky remembers the scene he saw when he came in.

I’ll check in later, he thinks, before leaving quietly.

He holds the straw still for you with one hand and gently helps lift your head up with the other, helping you take small sips of water.

“‘M tired,” You whisper, still weak.

“Sleep, my love, you can rest all you want, as long as you promise to wake up.” He brushes a hand along your face, taking in your features, and happy to feel your skin while you’re awake and looking at him now, as opposed to lying in a coma.

“Stay,” You tell him, hand grabbing at his shirt to pull him closer to you, trying to communicate to him that you want him to lie down with you, that you want him close.

Luckily, he takes the hint.

He carefully slides into bed next to you on your good side, making sure nothing bumps your shoulder. It doesn’t take long for you to snuggle into his body and let exhaustion take over once more.

He even sleeps a bit, too. Having you in his arms, feeling your body move with your breathing, slow and steady, instead of the violent shakes he felt a few days ago.

Your heart stopped. He got it started again on the jet, just as they landed and the doctors were able to take it from there. He watched as they rushed you into surgery, needing to work on your heart, brain, shoulder, and any other injuries you may have. All he could do was wait. Couldn’t watch from the viewing room of the OR. Couldn’t ask anyone; they were all in there with you. You were in there for hours. He was sure you died. That you died hours before they came out but they were thinking of how to tell him.

He wasn’t exactly happy with the news that your heart had stopped a second time and that you were in a coma, but you were alive. You were alive.

He’s scared to ask what they did to you. How long you were in that room with them. If you even remember. He didn’t see who in the room with you and there were no cameras anywhere. He doesn’t even know where to start; there were over 500 people at that base.

A lot of things went through his mind while you were asleep. He just thought about you. Your belongings. What you normally eat for your meals. What you normally wear around the tower. How you work out. How you meditate. How you read. He read to you while you were under, but he’s not sure if you were even aware. He talked to you a lot, too. Some of it jokes, some anger that you would have the audacity to almost die. A lot of love. A lot of tears. A lot of hope that you wouldn’t die unless he’s able to put a ring on your finger first.

He hopes you weren’t aware of any of that, looking back.

He closes his eyes and allows himself to relax a bit, dreaming of that ring, a white picket fence, and you.

Your recovery is difficult. Your hands trembled for a few days after waking up, either after effects of electro-shock therapy or just the trauma of being captured by Hydra again.

You couldn’t remember the men that were there with you. You try, and you remember their hands on your skin, holding you down, the flesh and metal merging together in your memories but it all gets blurred. You begin to catch pieces of that day, and like an old movie with the film being burned, holes erupt and all that’s left is blackness.

You knew two of the men were your old handlers, so you can try to narrow those down. But the other soldier. The man with two arms made of metal. You remember him. You don’t know who he is, but you remember him. You feel sorry for the guy, even though he shot you. Who knows what they’ve done to him.

You’ve since left the MedBay and have tried to get back to your routine as quickly and normally as possible. Tried, at least.

You flinch as Bucky brushes past you in the kitchen, muttering an apology to him, not wanting him to think that you’re afraid of him.

One thing you’ve noticed as of late is that you’ve been particularly jumpy. Sensitive. And you hate it. You hate the flinching, the spike in anxiety, the nightmares. The confusion.

“I wanted to show you something.” Bucky tells you, urging you to have a seat while he puts together breakfast for the two of you. He’s been extra protective lately, but you understand why and let him do things for you.

You hum, taking a seat and stirring your coffee slowly. You know Bucky has noticed the depreciation in your energy levels. You’re not bouncing off the walls, you’re not teasing him and Sam, you’re not dressing up cute to watch a movie with him. No colorful nail polish, they removed it in surgery and you haven’t bothered to paint them again. And you know he wants to mention it. But he doesn’t, out of politeness, or maybe out of fear.

Is he scared of you? What did they inject you with?

Your thoughts of that syringe are forgotten when a folded piece of paper is placed in front of you. You unfold it to see your messy handwriting, names after name after name scrawled out with the first few crossed out.

“The list. You kept my list?”

“I did. I promised you I’d complete it didn’t I?”

“You didn’t…” You trailed off, not wanting to believe that Bucky finished your list in secret behind the Avengers’ back.

“I didn’t,” He reassures, “But I thought it might help jog your memory; maybe seeing the names will help you put it to the face of who was there with you.”

It’s a good idea. But it’s not what you want to do.

“Uhm,”

“You don’t have to do anything about it now, it was just a thought to help you.”

“Buck,”

“I also thought we could -”

“Bucky, stop.” You snap.

He looks up at you from the list on the table.

“I know I’m weak now, but,” You begin, he opens his mouth, face dropping, wanting to interject, but you don’t let him, “I need you to stop. I need you to treat me like normal. I know I’m weak now, I know I’m having nightmares again, I know I’m not going on missions for a long while now, I know that I still have no fucking idea what they injected me with and what it’s done to my body, but I need to pretend like I don’t know all of that right now. I want normal.” You explain.

His mouth opens and closes again before giving a small nod of his head. “Okay.” He agrees, taking the list from the table and folding it up again. He walks over to your desk where a lot of his stuff has started taking up space, slipping the piece of paper into a notebook.

“I don’t ever want to hear you call yourself weak again. You’re my girl and you're as tough as fucking nails, okay?” He tells you seriously after turning around.

You scoff sarcastically before returning your attention to your coffee while Bucky finishes in the kitchen.

As he walks back over to you, hands full of two plates towered high with pancakes, you turn to him, “Don’t forget the syrup, babe,” You tell him, raising your hand to gesture towards the fridge.

You feel a surge of power exit from your hand, shooting Bucky with a burst of energy, sending the plates flying out of his hands.

“Woah!” He yelps, certainly not expecting you to do that because you’ve never been able to.

The plates shatter on the ground, the pancakes slapping on the tile, and you freeze completely, hand stilling in the air, not knowing how you did that and scared to move another muscle.

Silence takes over the room and Bucky looks between the mess on the ground and your eyes that have now blown open wide.

“That’s… new.” Is all he can say.

What was in that syringe they injected you with?

[steve0discusses]

S4 Ep37: Return of O R B S

Heyyyyy boy, look who’s back, it’s orbs!

So we’ve seen a lot of orbs on this show and I fully admit that I kinda started...I started feeling a kinship for the orbs. Something about these mysterious death balls of Yugioh that we see over and over just became really relatable during a pandemic. Being trapped in a bubble and unable to get close to anyone you know is such a 2020 vibe, youknow?

These orbs that are apparently so normalized in this universe that everyone is just max chilling in an orb and just doing their best at not thinking about whether or not they’ll still have to poop in this completely transparent orb in front of all of their friends.

Also, welcome back, Yugi. Apparently he was just taking a nap this entire time. That’s canon and you know what? Good for him.

And then everyone else just kinda showed up, tired, in an orb, feeling kind of frustrated because there’s literally nothing else they can do to get out of this situation. It’s basically a zoom call in 2020.

(read more under the cut)

TBH if Pegasus was in a zoom call, you know he’d just be talking about wine. You know he’d just be in a zoom call with a bunch of straight-laced teenagers just going off about the weird wine he got from a subscription box that he bought when he was day drunk a week ago. You know he’d just be like “I mean is it good? Should I keep it? Should I drink it anyway?” While popping the cork on stream and just pouring it directly into a cereal bowl.

I can feel the orb life going on here. I can especially feel Seto Kaiba, who fell asleep during the zoom call without turning off the camera.

On the other side of the room is people dying as they get sucked directly into their impending doom.

Long ago, about...last year I think...I recapped an episode from the beginning of the season where Pegasus introduced this blank card--that I assumed was blank.

But that card from that episode--it wasn’t actually blank. It was a symbolic blank card and the show runners were like “our child audience will surely get that we just don’t want to spoil the ending” as I, a full grown adult, completely thought this card was blank.

But like...this is Pegasus. You can’t just be tossing out blank cards like that!

...anyway...it’s fine, because we get a little bit more about the time that Pegasus donned that quantum hat that is sometimes square and sometimes round and then just harassed a bunch of people in Egypt until one guy tore out his eyeball and replaced it with a Christmas ornament.

I freakin have the hardest time believing this guy was married once.

PS, now I know that when you uh put people’s hair into strips like this, it’s a lot of effort to animate and it doesn’t look anything like hair. Glad Yugioh taught me that none of us ever need to do that. Ever again. Erase that idea from your to-do list, it doesn’t work.

Anyway, Pegasus lets us know that while he was trying to revive his dead wife and putting a cold compress on his new golden eye-socket, he was also like...obsessed with finding these three dragons.

And he was like “but they didn’t exist anywhere else!” He looked in outer space?? In atoms??? all over the place (this was in the show, PS, he looked on a molecular level for these duel monster dragons) until he was like “ah! That’s because they DID never exist!”

PS...are there...molecular duel monsters?

Just asking for a friend.

...so they did exist, they just had exactly the same names they do now, but were humans so I guess Pegasus just...didn’t realize that they were the same. Kinda like how when I used to read manga as a kid or watch anime and they’d go into chibi forms I thought those were different people. It’s just like that.

Anyway if dragons are turning into humans please don’t tell that to Kaiba. Blue eyes white dragon wife is much funnier as a dragon.

But like...I get that mechanically, in the game, you have to change them to human to make the cards work but...why do we care if they’re human or dragons anyway? Dartz comes from a world where most people turned into monsters. And like if no one’s trying to date them, not even Kaiba...who cares? Dartz’ wife is a freakin monster and I don’t remember seeing him divorce her at any point.

Anyway, it was an odd thing for the show to throw in there about cards we have no relationship with. It’s a complicated season, and we spent way more time on our minibosses than we ever spent with the three tragic dragon characters that are going to actually save our asses.

Now back in the soul hut, Dartz has decided to do the strategy where he convinces Pharaoh to give up. Which youknow...

The show acts like Pharaoh has any idea of who he used to be and it’s like do you even know how long Marik spent trying to teach Pharaoh anything about his past? Like Marik stood there with his back exposed and was like “I wrote it down! See? That’s about you!! Read my back scriptures!!!” and Yami kind of squinted at it and was like “Nah...” and then the island exploded.

So anyway, the only way that Dartz can convince Pharaoh to kill himself is to show Pharaoh the invite code to the orb zoom call. And so Dartz like “your friends are having so much fun in death zoom right now, don’t you want to hang one last time? Don’t you want to see what they’re up to? Don’t you want to hear them complain about working from home and how small their orb is and how their back is cramped all the time because the park is closed so they never go on walks anymore? Don’t you want to hear and secretly enjoy how much weight Joey gained from eating Doritos for 8 straight months? Don’t you want that in your life, Pharaoh?”

And then he just...decided to possess his bean because obviously that wouldn't work.

Freakin Usagi Tsukino over here.

Speaking of:

I’m also imagining that this scene in the big ol bathtub was probably...longer...in the original version? Just saying that because...what’s the point of putting a shirt on the boy? Unless it was implied that at some point you saw the whole boy? Maybe I blinked and missed a shot of the whole boy?

Anyway this scene felt heavily edited, that’s my hypothesis, if it wasn’t and someone was like “yo put a shirt on the boy” then I...don’t know what to say about that. It’s a pair of shoulders. I’m pretty sure half of their cards are racier than that.

Do you like the evidence that we have here that Tea and Tristan totally biffed it last episode? I do.

Anyway, as the Orichalcos shrinks and threatens to take Pharaoh’s soul, the puzzle taps into his dark powers, and the power of friendship and also all the minibosses who died kinda formed a ring around him and bumped the orichalcos back into place.

Nice that Mai got added to the friend pile, but only in death. Also, I’m pretty sure Alister is here and Pharaoh never met him? But there’s more of a reason as to why the mini bosses are here, since they have their own agenda outside of Pharaoh and being his best buddy so I won’t question that too much.

This is friendship from Yami’s perspective, and like...Yami kinda wants to be friends with most people. Hell, if Bakura were introduced this season, he’d be here, too. That’s just how Pharaoh rolls.

Yami decided that, although he’s a huge mess of a human being and screw it at every possible opportunity, his core isn’t made up of a dark magic curse with a crusty soul left over from some kingdom that botched it 5000 years ago. He’s decided that he’s moving on from that sort of anxiety--becoming his own sort of person--separate from Yugi, separate from his past, and separate from the powers that he’s often defined by. And it’s about time. It’s about time he recognizes that he needs to stop clinging to the ancient past (although I’m pretty sure his ancient past will be the entirety of next season)

He should give himself a real name while he’s at it, but youknow, he's not going to. Yami hasn’t quite figured out names yet.

Nightmare foreshortening, that’s what this is. Like you have to just roll a dice when you do foreshortening, and sometimes you get snake eyes, the rest of the time, you get this.

So not only are these guys voiced by Seto, Yugi, and Joey, they have faces that are like a blend of Valon, Raphael, Mai and Alister (yes that was four people for three dragon people, just go with it)--but the show doesn’t really focus on that, or at least not in this episode.

But, it does give the three mini bosses a reason to be chosen by the Orichalcos, if it’s inferred that they were some reincarnated version of the original dragons. Especially since Valon had the ability to just punch out the Orichalcos when he was still alive, and apparently that is the same thing this card does.

I can’t believe that him punching stuff was foreshadowing. I should have known. The answer in this show is always punching.

And so the episode ends with some...something that happened, but don’t ask me about it.

One of the reasons I don’t go over card games here. I mean...c’mon.

Come the freakin on.

Anyway we have some more episodes before this is over but at least this guy is at 0 hp so like...how long can you draw out one single play of cards? (I say, knowing they can stretch this game out...infinitely)

anyway, here’s where you can read these from the top. Hope y’all are staying safe!

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[second-chance-stray]

RP Log: Cravs and Lin speak after a successful mission.

Aislinn North After the team returned to Heartwood, dragging the remains of one large bioweapon with them, Aislinn had disappeared into her quarters with little more than a 'see you all later'. The next day she emerged from upstairs as the evening set in, a glass of whiskey in hand, looking more rested and decidedly less tense than the day before. She paused at the bottom of the stairs, and studied the bioweapon spider that now clogged the entryway. She raised an impressed brow. 1/2

Aislinn North Cravendy, Rising and Riylli must have figured out how to get it through the door. A mathematical feat, to be sure. Taking a swallow of her drink, she made her way over to the spider remains and began poking and prodding at it. 2/2

Cravendy Hound had woken up the next afternoon on the couch, her body achy and her head even more so. The rest of the day was spent trying to recover, to limited effect. It took until evening to feel passably alive, and she emerged from her room like a bear waking from hibernation...wearing yesterday’s clothes. Her hair? Don’t even talk about it.

Cravendy Hound notices Lin poking the spider-thing and steps up to join her. “....Hhey,” she says, in a voice raspy like sandpaper.

Aislinn North quickly looked up from her rummaging, caught off guard by the sudden sound of someone's voice. Already too absorbed in the spider's inner workings to notice anyone approaching. "I was just --" she relaxed a bit and let out a breath when she saw it was only Cravendy. "Ahh, alright, Cravendy." she nodded. Then paused and really took a look at the Seawolf. The woman definitely looked a bit rough around the edges. "Actually, aye. *Are* you alright there?"

Cravendy Hound is about to brush off Lin’s question and claim that she’s fine, but stops herself. Looking like this, she couldn’t fool anyone, not even herself. Cravs crosses her arms and grimaces. The sore consequences of tackling a machine twice.

Cravendy Hound: “I, ah, went drinkin’ after the mission yesterday. ‘Ow about yerself? All in one piece still?” She looks over the machine and her frown deepens. Something about how it was both metal and flesh spooked her. Didn't seem right.

Aislinn North "No reason for me not to be in one piece. All I did was stand in the back and keep those two green recruits from being overwhelmed." she replied as she waved off the question. She knocked a boot against the odd flesh covered metal chassis. "Must've been some night of drinking though. Come on, let's head upstairs and get some water in you." she said and turned for the stairs.

Aislinn North Setting her drink on the bar, Aislinn took a moment to sort out the kitchen. Honestly, this was one of the few times she'd been back here. But she soon locates the spigot in short order and pours Cravendy a tall glass of cold water and passes it over to her. "There. That oughta help with all that grit in your throat."

Cravendy Hound waits for Lin to turn her back, and then follows, careful to limp as quietly as she is able. When it seems like she’s about to look, Cravs does her best to not look so beaten up. Internally, an incessant monologue chitters in her head, berating her for being so...pitiful? Weak? It -had- been awhile since she was last in the field though. Completely natural to be sore, she tells herself.

Cravendy Hound: “Thanks.” She downs half the glass in one, prolonged gulp, and then takes a seat on the stool. “So...what’s yer plan with the spider now? Workin’ with Haila?”

Aislinn North shrugged in an almost non-committal fashion. "Honestly, I don't have any plans for it. I think it's all up to Haila from here. I suppose I should get going on making more of those prototypes if this last excursion was any indication." she said with a dry humor. "Those two, Riylli and Evelyn, they're going to need something to keep those bioweapons off them. Because caution sure isn't it."

Cravendy Hound: “I figure magic comes as naturally to them as breathin’, so to tell ‘em to ‘old back...well, that’s what yer shackles are for.” Cravs leans forward on the counter and flinches slightly. She shifts her posture until she’s no longer putting weight on any bruises. “Evelyn is an interestin’ one. What’d she call ‘erself? The third comin’ of the Phoenix?”

Aislinn North lips turned downward at the idea she was creating 'shackles'. And in truth if she hadn't been there picking off the host of small spiders, the two miqo'te -would- have been overwhelmed. "Better than adding another two to the lost list." she returned before taking another swallow of whiskey. She nodded to Cravendy, watching the woman as she flinched. "Something like that. She also referred to herself as a vessel. Figure something powerful has a hold of that one."

Cravendy Hound nods in agreement. “Either they’re completely loony, or they’re tellin’ the truth. And personally, I don’t think it’s the latter.” Cravs holds back a laugh as she remembers Evelyn bragging about (and then failing to deliver on) grandiose feats. “But yer right. I’m glad she’s still with us, and not dragged off to who knows where.”

Aislinn North stared down pensively at the amber liquid in her glass. How long had it been since G'lewra, Vanriri and M'shara disappeared? She shied away from adding up the days. She knew she wouldn't like the sum. "All this waiting is the hardest part. Don't get me wrong, running off and storming this madman's hideout wasn't the best plan G'lewra ever had. But. ..some days, I get it."

Cravendy Hound: “For the missin’ folks. Do ye think there’s still anythin’ left to save?” Cravs wonders aloud. She stares past the water in her glass, unfocused and weary. They had been gone for so long, and her mind had a tendency to wander into dark territory. To assume the worst. “...Shouldn’t rush in, but ‘ells, it feels awful not knowin’.”

Aislinn North "I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought the same." she said, inhaling deeply. "But I don't think we can operate like that. This is still a rescue mission until we know otherwise." It was unclear as to whether it was Cravendy or herself that she was reassuring.

Cravendy Hound lets out a sharp breath. “Grah, I know, I just. Sittin’ ‘ere while they could be...I want to do something. Anything. Shit always takes too long to fix.” Impatient frustration builds like hot smoke, filling her lungs, but when she looks back at Lin, it settles. Of course, she wasn’t alone in feeling this way, and that helped somewhat.

Cravendy Hound: “Feels like once ye start to care, ye suddenly can’t stop seein’ how everythin’s on fire. Far too many for one to put out, if yer not burnin’ yerself,” Cravs mumbles before downing the rest of her water.

Aislinn North tilted her head to Cravendy, understanding how the woman felt. "That is the way of it, isn't it? Unless you want to go and hermit up out in the woods somewhere. Or worse, just stop caring all together." she said with a rueful glance. "Suppose that must happen a lot in this mercenary business. Too many fires, not enough water." she paused for a moment, reflecting on the truth in Cravendy's words. Best not to pile on and add to it, in her opinion. 1/2

Aislinn North "Be sure to shoot me if I ever get that way." she told the Seawolf. Most likely, it was a jest. 2/2

Cravendy Hound: “It was nice, not carin’. Just takin’,” Cravs notes wistfully, reflecting on her lawless days at sea. “‘Ey, don’t ye go rattin’ me out for the mistakes I made in my youth. Shit still messes ye up, twofold like a debt unpaid. Would not recommend.”

Cravendy Hound slouches over with a smile. “If I shoot ye, promise me ye’ll shoot me back. Seems a fair trade.

(Cravendy Hound) also - cravs talking about her youth like it was years ago when tbh it was her allll the way up until she woke up ;w; )) (Aislinn North) ((Lol! Practically EONS ago!)) (Cravendy Hound) the distant past *yesterday* ))

Aislinn North shook her head as she drained the whiskey in her glass. "I'm certainly in no place to go ratting anyone out for mistakes made in the past." she told the Seawolf. "Hells, I'm fairly sure I'm still making them." she said darkly. She pushed the empty glass to the far side of the bar. "But alright, it's a deal. Assuming we both decide to stop caring at the same time." Propping an elbow on the counter, she rested her chin in the palm of her hand. 1/2

Aislinn North "Speaking of which, I suppose I should get on those prototypes. Er. ..guess they're just 'types' now. Sans 'proto'." she was rambling and shook her head. "And you could probably do with some more resting up." 2/2

Cravendy Hound makes a sound halfway between confused and amused. “Prototype? Type? What’re ye goin’ off about...Just do what ye ‘ave to do. I won’t keep ye any longer.” Cravs smirks, and turns to face the bar. Since she was here, she may as well indulge. Round two, coming up.

(Cravendy Hound) bad decisions coming up more like )) (Aislinn North) ((Ohhhh Cravs xD))

[legendaryjellyfishfest]

Thoughts on Komi-San chapter 223, and on my preferences in Rom-coms

So having read the most recent chapter of Komi-san I need to vent a little.  Like many people I’m happy Komi, even through an easily misunderstandable play, conveyed her true feelings to Tadano.  Seeing Manbagi also realize that, a chapter after she successfully asked Tadano out to walk the festival with her, really hurt.  I’ve been clear in my shipping of Tadano and Manbagi, but I’ve held no delusion of the inevitability of Tadano/Komi.  The manga is named after her, their relationship has been the focus for a good chunk of the manga, and honestly they are good for each other.  

But the truth of it for me is I 100% like Manbagi as a character more than Komi.  She is much more fun, and enjoyable to me.  Why?  Because she is not a passive character.  Now That’s totally the point of the story;  Komi getting over her disorder, being more active socially, and making 100 friends.  For most of the manga though Komi is/has been a passive person.  Manbagi is already a very sociable person; a little awkward, but ever since she realized her feelings she has been incredibly proactive in pursuing them.  And She’s done in like 50 chapters what it’s taken Komi 200+ to do.

That’s where passive characters get on my nerves.  They can do the bare minimum, but because they get these grand moments they ‘win’.  Despite having another character that’s been making steady progress, but  less important moments.  So when they ‘lose’ I don’t feel joy for the winner; I just feel bad for they loser.

I’ve felt this way ever since I read my first rom com Ichigo 100%.  I’m going to go a little in depth on it, so if you haven’t read that series you can stop reading my little rant.

Ichigo 100% is about the character Junpei trying to find the mysterious beauty he meets on the first day of class, who happens to fall on him giving him full view of her strawberry printed underwear (Not the most interesting premise I know, but the series ignores that bit quickly).  He mistakenly asks out another girl, Nishino, under the bad advice of a friend, but they actually end up hitting it off.  Meanwhile the ‘mysterious beauty’ meets him under her plain looking normal self Aya, and they become friends.  Even starting a movie club, her scripts, and his filming/directing.  The story goes on, and the obvious chemistry of Junpei and Aya is clear to Nishino, and since she’s going to a different high school, breaks up with Junpei.  

Once they move up in school we then are introduced to who ended up being my ‘main ship’ for Junpei.  Satsuki.  She is a very pro-active love interest.  Bordering on being too aggressive tbh.  But she never once hides how she feels for Junpei.  Meanwhile Aya, content to just be around him, doesn’t really further her own relationship with him.  It’s still clear as day the two are a great match though.

After some time we are reintroduced to Nishino, she has become a much more confident character. Junpei and her through some events reestablish their friendship, and she even helps out with some movies the club make.  After a while though with feelings still between the two, Junpei and Nishino start going out again.  But this time it was Nishino making the confession, and pouring out her heart to him.  Then not that long after Aya finally makes her own confession, through a door because she can’t do it otherwise, and here’s why Ichigo 100% despite being an older manga remains my favorite rom-com, Junpei rejects her.  She waited too long, and it cost her.  The essential titular character lost.  

To tie it back to Komi-san.  Komi’s confession isn’t too late in story terms.  It’s honestly right where it should be, and that’s the most frustrating part.  She’s been passive for so long, and Manbagi has had equal progress in the interim. But it doesn't matter.  She’s probably going to give up because she’s a good friend.  I imagine that when Tadano goes to meet up, and walk the festival with her like he said he would; it’ll be Komi waiting instead.  Because Manbagi’s going to forsake her own feelings to help her best friend. It will be cute, fun, and sweet.  But for me it’s going to be bittersweet, because it’s at the cost of a character I really grew to like

[godknowsqueen]

Ben x reader idea: A party. That’s it. Have fun. Do whatever the frick you want. But there’s a party. Have a neato day

to new beginnings ; ben hardy x reader

Summary: Everyone knows you and Ben have feelings for each other. Except you and Ben. That is when Rami decides to throw a small party at his place to try to get you two together.

Warnings: Alcohol, so much cheesy fluff, swears.

A/N: wow anon u really want a party don’t u. tbh my idea of a party is a fun and stupid time with a small group of friends, so i’m sorry if that’s not what you had in mind! have a neato day as well!!! thanks for the prompt!

“Rami! Where’s the champagne?” Lucy called out as she entered the house. You followed right behind her, shaking your head in disbelief at how much this girl loves her champagne. 

“Aren’t you supposed to ask about me first then the champagne? I’m so hurt,” Rami jokingly puts his hand on his chest pretending he’s in pain.

“Hmm, I think champagne wins at this moment, Rami,” you laughed, giving him a quick hug as Rami gives you another look pretending he is offended.

“Okay, alright, I get it, girls just wanna have fun,” he points at the counter behind the couch, “there’s a bottle right there.”

“Thank you, love,” Lucy utters before giving Rami a kiss on the corner of his lips.

You start walking to the counter, grabbing two glasses and pouring some champagne for both you and Lucy. The blonde takes one glass from you and clinks it with yours. 

You were all celebrating the last day of shooting by having a mini party at Rami’s house as there will be a huger, club party the next day that involved the entire movie team. You were the assistant director of the movie, and you had a very close friendship with the boys and Lucy.

“Cheers, dear.”

“Cheers!”

You both start sipping on the champagne, having a little chat, and then you hear noises growing louder from the living room.

“God, these boys. Wanna go see what they’re up to?” Lucy asks, lightly placing her hand on your arm.

“Sure! I guess we’ll need that with us, too,” you answered, grabbing the bottle of champagne. You automatically felt you heart beat a little faster when you heard Ben’s laugh ring out throughout the house.

“Well, Ben sounds like he’s having a good time for sure,” she shakes her head, giggling at the insane laughter that has been continuing for a while now.

You felt yourself getting nervous, but you managed to speak, “Yeah, god knows what’s going on in there.”

Both of you slowly started walking to the living room, and Lucy decided to drop the bomb, “So, Ben, huh?” 

“Wh-what about Ben, Lucy?” you were getting absolutely flustered. 

Am I THAT obvious? Shit, what if he notices? What if he already noticed?

“Oh, nothing. Nothing at all,” she gave you a sly smirk, but you tried to ignore it so that you don’t start overthinking the thoughts that started to cloud your mind.

“Yeah, nothing,” you emphasized, and carried on as you entered the living room, “except that he is laughing like an utter lunatic.”

There they were in the living room: Joe, Gwilym, Rami, and Ben.

They all stopped laughing and froze, as if you and Lucy caught them amidst a crime. You could immediately tell what was making them laugh like that.

Joe was standing with a mouthful of beer, judging by the half empty bottle of beer on the table in front of him, while Gwilym was trying to seduce him with corny pickup lines. Joe was obviously trying to win by not laughing and spraying the place with beer. Ben and Rami were intensely watching the pickup lines unfold, laughing louder and louder in hopes of tempting Joe to laugh.

Lucy plopped down on the sofa next to Rami, resting her head on his shoulder. You looked around to find that Ben was sitting alone on a couch, and he motioned with his hand for you to sit next to him. 

“(Y/N), sit next to Ben. Don’t worry, he doesn’t bite,” Rami paused, “unless you want him to, of course.” You saw Joe trying so hard to suppress his laughter after Rami said his statement.

“Rami, I think you might’ve had a little bit too much wine,” you tried to stay calm, taking a seat next to Ben, whose face was turning a little bit red. 

“Hey, you” Ben said softly, giving you a smile that made butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“Hello there,” you said in a mellow tone, but your little moment with Ben was interrupted by a pickup line from Gwilym.

“Hey, Joe, are you Roger’s drums? Because I’d bang you all night long,” Gwilym started doing finger gun moves, attempting to increase the impact. Rami and Lucy were laughing like crazy at this point, and you couldn’t help but burst out in laughter as well at the cheesiness.

“Seriously, Joe? I can’t believe you’re holding it in,” Lucy indicated, pouring herself another glass of champagne.

The pickup line made Ben groan in frustration and say, “I think that would work on me rather than on Joe, Gwilym.”

“Hm, okay wait, wait,” Gwilym put his hands in his pockets in a smug manner, and got his face close to Joe’s ear. He coughed a little bit before dropping his next pickup line: “So, what’s your number, cucumber?” 

And with that, Joe proceeded to spray everyone withbeer. He tried to stop it from happening, but he was going to choke if he tried to drink it with all the laughter occurring. Gwilym ran towards the balcony, while Lucy hid in Rami’s arms attempting to avoid the beer.

As if by instinct, Ben engulfed you under his hoodie. You were so shocked by the sudden move, but it felt so good being so close to Ben. You feel his hands securing your head under the hoodie, and moving to engulf you in what seemed like a protective hug. You could feel the warmth of his body on your cheeks as his cologne took your breath away. Although it was very loud in that room, you felt like time has stopped in these few seconds.

Well, at least like that they won’t be able to see how much I’m blushing because I sure as hell am.

Eventually, you took Joe’s laugh as an indication that there was no beer in his mouth anymore and that it’s safe to come out of Ben’s hoodie. You got out, and the first thing your eyes landed on were Ben’s dreamy green ones that were glowing with happiness for some odd reason. 

You tried to hide your flustered state by talking, “Okay, who came up with this nasty idea?”

“It’s me,” Joe raised his hand in defeat.

“So, not only are you masochist for putting yourself through this, but you’re also a sadist for making us all get sprayed with beer that was in your mouth? Boy, you have some issues,” you get up and give him a small punch on the arm. 

“You know I’m here if you ever need to talk about any of your issues, right, Joe?” Ben said sarcastically, putting an arm around Joe.

“I think it would be more appropriate if we talk about YOUR issues, Benny,” Joe raises his eyebrows at Ben, and smiling widely at him. Ben gave him a ‘watch it’ look as he shifted uneasily in his place. You hear Gwilym chant an “ohohohoho” as he came back from the balcony, claiming his victory for making Joe laugh. 

“Seriously, the drum banging one doesn’t get you laughing and the cucumber one does? So disappointed,” Lucy pinched the bridge of her nose, disapproving of Joe’s choices. 

“Okay, kids, we need to start preparing the snacks for tonight or we’ll get drunk rather quickly,” Rami starts walking towards the kitchen, “Ben, (Y/N), you guys go set up the table in the balcony.”

“Yes, sir,” Ben said, extending his arm to you, “Shall we?”

“We shall,” you chuckled taking Ben’s arm. 

The state of you both has always been confusing. You have always had feelings for him, ever since you’ve known him. However, your friendship was so beautiful and you were horrified that it would be ruined if you made him aware of your feelings. You didn’t even want to risk any of the guys and Lucy hinting to him about anything, so you kept your feelings to yourself only. Yet, you couldn’t help but have moments where you felt like Ben had something for you as well, but you’d remember that he is a really sweet guy in general, so it’s probably nothing special.

All you knew now was that your feelings were getting too much to handle, so you were afraid of crossing that line you drew for yourself.

As you two walked into the balcony, you grabbed the bags full of plastic plates and cups while Ben placed a tablecloth on the table. The silence between you both was killing you, but at the same time you wanted him to start a convo. 

As you handed him the bag full of plastic cutlery, your fingers brushed against his, making you pull away quickly. Your reaction made Ben a little surprised, but he decided to brush it off.

“You should wear that dress more often, looks really good on you,” Ben muttered, his eyes lingering on your figure.

“Oh, I’m usually not a dress person, but this one is particularly comfortable. Thank you, Ben,” you smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“By the way, I’m sorry if I took you by surprise when I took you under my hoodie-,”

“Oh no no it’s ok-”

“I just wanted to prot-”

“Yeah of course I underst-”

You both paused at the same time, noticing that you kept cutting each other off. Ben was standing pretty close to you, and you both started laughing a little nervously at the confusion.

“Sorry,” you said in unison, making you both laugh a little more again. You felt your heart jump with happiness as you just stood there in the middle of the balcony, laughing with the man that stole your heart as the beautiful, starry night sky surrounded you. It felt like a dream.

As your laughter quieted down, a little frown took over Ben’s lips. You intently looked at his face, admiring him yet wondering what made him frown all of a sudden.

“Is something wrong, Ben?” you carefully asked, a feeling of worry replacing the happiness that was in your heart only minutes ago.

He shook his head, his eyes not leaving yours, “No, the complete opposite, (Y/N). For the first time in so long, something feels so right.”

“And what is that?” you softly spoke.

With that, Ben placed his hand on one side of your face. The touch sent shivers down your spine, but what came next sent electrifying sensations throughout your whole body. His lips were suddenly placed between yours, and his other hand took yours as your fingers perfectly intertwined with his. With your free hand, you lightly tugged at his hoodie, pulling him closer to you. The mixture of shock, surprise, and the impact of Ben’s kiss were enough to take your breath away, causing you to end the kiss. 

He rest his forehead on yours, lifting your hand up to his lips and giving it what could possibly be the softest kiss ever. You watched as his golden curls slightly fell on his face, tempting you to brush them back with your other hand. As you did, Ben separated his lips from your hand, and finally started talking.

“If you couldn’t tell by now, (Y/N), I have feelings for you. A lot of them, actually,” he grinned in a very cute way, suddenly looking like a little boy confessing his feelings.

“Well, if you couldn’t tell either, I have a lot of feelings for you, too,” you giggled, twirling a little bit in your dress that he liked so much.

“WELL, DARLINGS. EVERYONE COULD TELL EXCEPT THE BOTH OF YOU.”

“SO WHEN IS THE FUCKING WEDDING?”

“IT’S ABOUT TIME, DUMBASSES.”

Your romantic moment was put to an end when the boys and Lucy broke into the balcony, jumping like maniacs as they clinked their beer-filled cups in cheers. 

“Why are we friends with them again?” Ben wrapped his arm around your waist.

“I ask myself that question every day,” you shrugged, “Wait, hold up, what did you mean by everyone could tell?”

“You two were so obvious! But what made it funny is that we all knew you liked him, and we all knew he liked you-,” Joe stared explaining.

“But you two poor souls were so thick and couldn’t tell that you had feelings for each other,” Rami continued. 

“Okay, ouch,” (Y/N) you faked getting offended. 

“I’m so happy for you, guys! God knows how many times the boys had to stop me from telling you both how you truly felt,” Lucy cheerfully stated, handing you both a cup of beer each. 

“Cheers!” Rami raised his cup.

“To new beginnings!” Lucy said, followed by Gwilym and Joe repeating the statement.

“Cheers to us, love,” Ben’s raspy voice whispers in your ear.

“Cheers, dear,” you genuinely smile, planting a sweet kiss on Ben’s cheek.

[hellreads]

Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kim Namjoon | Rap Monster/Reader Characters: Kim Namjoon | Rap Monster Additional Tags: Angst, Romance, Drama, Fluff, Smut, Slow Burn

Summary:

You are betrothed to Kim Namjoon, the heir of a real estate mogul. To say that it was a fairytale romance would be erroneous. You’re instead loped in the sad tale of the rich and melancholy.

I am lost for words once again, this is such a beautifully written story, I have immersed once again into the role of a beautifully awkward woman who’s betrothed to Kim Namjoon.

what is love? how do you know it’s love? how do you know you’re in love? those were the questions I asked myself while reading this and wondering if all of this was worth it because I am fully aware of how beautiful love is, it’s one of the best feelings one could ever have, but it can also crush your heart to pieces because when you love someone you can’t just choose happiness then leave when you feel like everything’s too much, you have to take everything in, face the beautiful melody and the eerily haunting ones too and I applaud our MC here for loving with all her heart even if it’s painfully obvious that she got the short end of the stick and has to work her way to the top in order for things to work because even if all of this was just a farce she wanted to try, she wanted this to work because she wants to love and be loved. 

I applaud op for writing such an amazing story her inspiration to write it made it hurt more because I have seen What Happened in Bali when it was released but I was too young back then to understand the dynamics of their relationship all I know was Jo In Sung was my type hjsdfgjsgdfjksd anyway be informed that this is a slow burn story if you can’t handle too much tension and build-up you might find this bland at first but you really should give it a read (especially if you’re after the smut because it’s worth the wait I promise) op made sure we know everyone’s backstory, I’m satisfied she chose that path in unraveling this equally beautiful and heartbreaking story, to be in MC’s shoes I would lose my mind, I’m a creature made to love so if I’d be set-up to marry someone for money, I won’t have the heart to fight my parents so just like her I would try, but with their set-up, Namjoon obviously just an empty shell drained by his former love who still owned his heart is painful, how can you try when his heart belongs to someone else? it’s frustrating and I would walk away just keep up the act for the press and leave once the contract expires.

the characters here are written as if they actually exist as if this was based on true events, tbh I hated all of them at some point even the MC (but my love for her was greater so I won’t elaborate on that one), but I’m starting (I'll be talking as if she was actually me because I literally absorbed and immersed all of her beautiful fucking pain) with the person I hated the most aka Namjoon, you literally crushed me and my hopes in some parts baby, it kinda hurt seeing photos of you in my dash after reading those parts that made me hate bits and pieces of you, but what I hate the most is that I can’t dare to fucking hate you with all I have because you are you, it was a lost cause to even try because I was too immersed and I loved you too much to just fucking flip and walk away from you, though I did pray for you to suffer longer, but you have suffered long enough from women who kept on taking parts of you with them, I am here to pour all of me onto you and fill you with love and heal until you’re you again, the Namjoon that got whipped for me at some point, the Namjoon that whipped me, the Namjoon that fate bestowed upon me with a challenge, the Namjoon I learned to love and spend forever with. Sana, I hated you from the beginning until the end, you were you and I would never fill the hole you left in his heart, but did you really have to hurt me and smack to my face how immaculate you are? you have good intentions and you were mature and I’m nothing but a petty mess but this is me, I wanted to love him in hopes he’d learn to love me too but you keep getting in the way, tbh I never like the friendship you offered, nor the projects you were proposing, it was for a cause but I am petty insecure mess and I see you as a threat, I saw you as a sly snake who would bite me with venom if you fail to make me pliant to your requests, but I trusted Namjoon though it was uncomfortable (I’m not comfy with it because it happened to me before and I happen to have a shitty memory of it so I’m not willing to do it all over again) but op was right, she wrote you in a way people would find it hard to hate you, I felt that way but my petty side got the best of me. Chairman Kim Je-Dong, I hated you for taking Namjoon away from me when I still had no clue as to why it happened that way, and the moments interrupted but I love and respect you with all my heart father, because if it weren’t for your advice I wouldn’t be this happy, thank you. I think the rest of my hate-spree were petty lol, so I’ll stop here now.

what I’m trying to say is this story greatly affected me, I have never felt so livid and bursting with tears at a fictional argument, it freakin’ ripped my heart to shreds, I was a crying mess during the fight, I felt like this was it, it’s the end, but they just needed to be petty and take a break from each other, I only fully understood their pain as soon as MC started to retaliate, both have their valid points this is why they should’ve remained honest with each other, honest about digging his past, and knowing him thru that small gift and be honest and not make any promises you can’t keep for fucks sake their marriage is painfully accurate because it happens irl, men slaves to their work to make a living, women either work or take care of the house and kids if they have any, and not everyone has the time to address the issue until everything is falling apart, and irreparable. I have fallen head over heels in love forgetting about the fact that this was all for show, they were a perfect match if you ask me, I keep getting butterflies in my stomach, they literally made me believe in the process of falling in love, it wasn’t rushed at all and their cute date moments made my heart combust, what more could I ask for? and when he knew that this was it god those moments crushed me and made me a really sad ball of floof covered in salty tears, all emotions were just so intense even the dramatic moments that tested me and probably everyone out, the hospital scene, the park scene, the villa scene, all of it making my heart hurt so much I cry. the smut took a while before we got what we all were thirsty for but it was so worth it, even if it dragged for quite some time I couldn’t complain because he did make up for it and it was all good. 

in short this fic teaches us to be open, honest and loving, open your eyes and your heart for a new love, if you’ve been hurt before don’t close your doors happiness doesn’t happen once, sure somebody made you happy before but eventually had the heart to hurt you but your happiness doesn’t end there, let someone enter your life and make you feel happy once again. be honest and communicative about everything with your lover, talk about your feelings, your concerns, things about your day, food you ate, conversations you had, deals you closed, people you encountered, small talk matters in any relationship, hell you can even talk about potatoes and it would assure your lover you still care but never lie about anything because people can see through us especially when you love someone it’s much easier to decipher their emotions even if we don’t want to accept it if it’s not a pleasant one. be loving, don’t let your past harden your heart, love, again and again, and again if you must, because that’s probably the only salvation we’ll get in this hellhole. again op thank you for this masterpiece these words may not get to you but I hope wherever you are, you are doing good and know that you are amazing! | 🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒

[beforedawnmuses]

We NEED to see some Garcy Titanic moments tbh

I’m not entirely happy with this, but wanted to get it posted. It’s also a little longer than I expected, but hope you enjoy! 

It was a trap. 

Looking back, Lucy thinks that it was so glaringly obviously a trap, because what could they really change about the Titanic. The boat sinks, some people escape, and some don’t - as much as she would like to change the outcome, it just didn’t seem possible.

Yet Rittenhouse had gone to Southampton, 10th April 1912 and even Wyatt had known it would be to do with the Titanic, the ship of dreams that turned out to be anything but. 

They had split up, her with Flynn and Wyatt with Rufus, in an attempt to find Emma and find out what the hell was going on here. Herself and Flynn had found Emma, but Lucy can’t say she remembers much of the encounter, only a crunch as the pipe had hit the back of her head and everything had faded to black. 

She wakes sometime later and tries to sit up, but her head feels like someone’s running around like a jackhammer when she attempts the slightest bit of movement and she slumps herself back down on the pillows. Something warm rests heavily across her stomach, a quick glance to her side reveals Flynn sleeping next to her, arm curled around her waist as he sleeps on his stomach. She almost gets distracted as she studies his sleeping face, though she had now slept in his room a handful of times she had yet to see him sleep because he was always last to fall sleep and first up. She now takes a small opportunity to look at him, his face was softer, the lines less harsh as his burdens fall away. She notes that when he sleeps his mouth is ever so slightly upturned at the corners, almost as if he’s smiling.

Lucy shakes herself from her musings, knowing that working out where the hell she is should really be the most important thing right now. It's a large room, well decorated with the crystal lights and the expensive bedsheets – yet this still did not give away her location and she didn’t want to move quite yet with a splitting headache. She glances around the room once more, desperate to find some sort of clue and she sees it, so obvious that she wonders how she missed it the first time.

There, on one of the beautifully decorated walls, sat a porthole and its suddenly oh so clear where they are that Lucy wonders how it did not occur to her before.

They were aboard the Titanic.

Panic surges through her and brings her to life, headache quickly ignored as she sits up and begins to shake Flynn to life. He stirs with a groan and the arm around her waist tightens, any other time she would have took comfort, pleasure maybe, at his touch, but not now. Not when there’s a million things running through her head at once.

“Lucy,” his voice is hoarse and she doesn’t miss the way his brows crease in a frown when he blinks himself awake. Like she had done moments before, he goes to push himself upright before grimacing at the pain in his head, “where are we?”

She has to swallow before she can answer, panic curling around her throat like a noose because she had no idea how they’re going to get out of this one alive. “The Titanic,” she tries to keep her voice as even as possible as she says it, but it breaks anyways, and she feels herself quiver at the thought of it.

His only answer is silence, flipping himself over and staring at the celling. She wonders if they were thinking the same thing, that they had been in some binds before, but they really hadn’t been in anything this scale on something that there was no way to stop.

“I bet Rufus and Wyatt aren’t here,” he said evenly, eyes still fixated on the celling. “Emma has probably left 1912 by now, probably didn’t even have any business here. It’s rather genius, put us on the boat that’s doomed and have the other two chase their tails trying to find us while she probably goes somewhere else while we can’t chase her. And if it takes two players out the game, all the more benefit to her.”

Lucy blinks as he so easily unfolds Emma’s plan and she briefly wonders if something similar ever crossed his mind when they were on opposite sides of the war. Yet she quickly shuts down that train of thought, Flynn’s goal had never been to kill them, only to get them out of his way and well, he wasn’t entirely wrong in doing so.

“Even if we did get them to change their course and get them away from the iceberg, there’s still other problems with the ship. It’s structure isn’t sound, any stormy seas could take the ship apart –“

“So, you’re saying that we might be doomed anyways.”

 “Yes.” A sigh leaves his lips at her response and he swings himself out of the bed, striding over to the whiskey decanter and pouring two glasses. He hands her one, perching himself on her side of the bed, one hand coming to rest at the other side of her legs, “at least the room is nice.”

They try to change course anyway, but their efforts make no difference. They are outright laughed at by the Captain and crew and are brushed off by passengers. She can see Flynn’s frustration as the day wared on, his jaw is clenched, and his face has taken on a hard, unreadable expression. Once it would have scared her, not being able to know what he is thinking, but now she knows that he is the calm in the storm, a rock she can cling to as they face the current.

The whole day is spent trying and failing to convince people of the ship’s doomed fate and they eventually find themselves in one of the ballrooms, their third glass of whiskey in hand. Lucy wouldn’t normally allow her guard down so much on a mission, but they were yet to find a solution to their problem and she highly doubted there was a way they could stop this. With a pang, she wishes Rufus were with them because he would be able to explain the problems with the ship better than she could and they’d maybe stand a chance, but instead she was confusing the crew more than helping them understand the problem.

She glances up to find Flynn staring at her, an intense look in his eyes as she wonders if he has perhaps snuck more drinks throughout the day – not that she could blame him for that – but its just so unlike him to be so unguarded. Ballroom music swells through the room in an almost melancholy tune and he stands up so suddenly that he jostles the table when he does so.

“Dance with me,” she blinks for a moment at his words, so surprised that they have left his lips at all. She doesn’t know if it’s the whiskey or the way he’s looking at her like she’s the most beautiful piece of art he’s ever seen, but Lucy nods her head yes and before she knows it she’s being hauled to her feet and dragged across the room to the dance floor.

The fact that he’s a good dancer shouldn’t surprise her, but it does. There’s a grace to him as he sweeps her up in his arms and twirls them around in time to the music. She had never been much of a dancer herself, but the ease in which Flynn leads her around the dancefloor makes it easy for her steps to fall in time with his.

“So,” he begins, leaning down so that his breath tickles her ear as he speaks. All of a sudden, she’s aware of his hand on her back, burning a hole through her skin and she wishes she were bolder, to close the gap that’s been between them for so long and make good use of that room given to them by Rittenhouse until the demise of the ship. At least she’d go out with a bang. “You want to go to the deck and have our own rendition of My Heart Will Go on.”

The laugh she gives is perhaps louder than the joke merits, but this could very well be their last days alive and so if Garcia Flynn wants to think he is funny, she’ll let him. “Only if in this scenario I’m Jack and you are Rose, I think I’d like to do a bit of saving for once.”

He lets out his own soft chuckle in response and his grip on her waist momentarily tightens. “Lucy,” he says her name in that hoarse way that he does, as if he’s not sure if it’s a curse or a prayer he’s releasing from his lips. “They’ll take the woman and children first, I want you to go with them. Find Rufus and Wyatt and take back the lifeboat.”

It’s now Lucy’s turn for her grip to tighten, she couldn’t believe he would even suggest such a thing. To leave him here, to drown and she was to simply just return and act as if this was a perfectly fine answer to their problem.

“No,” she croaks, her hand curling into the lapel of his suit.

“Lucy I –“

“No.” She repeats, voice resolute as she takes a step to close the gap between them. “The team needs you – I need you. The only way I’m getting off this ship is if we go together. I don’t want to hear any more ideas until you have one that gets us both off. Okay?”

He nods mutely in response and she lets out a breath of relief – at least he wasn’t going to try any heroics and leave her to return on her own. She wouldn’t allow it. She leans her head on his chest and she feels him rest his chin on her head, for now, it would have to be enough.

They pass their days in much of the same way, each days effort to change the fate of the ship as futile as the last. It had been three days already, meaning that they only had one left before they hit an iceberg, it was safe to say that things did not look promising.

At night, they cling to each other despite the large expanse of the bed. Lucy traces patterns of his chest as she wills herself to sleep, fear gripping her like a second skin making it impossible to find some peace to rest. Yet rest she does, with his strong hands stroking her back and murmured Croatian words in her ear and for a moment she forgets, and its enough for sleep to take her over.

When they hit the iceberg, Lucy is holding Flynn’s hand. She had expected it, had been waiting its impending doom for days, but she’s still shocked when the boat rocks with its impact, when the small shudders of it travel up her legs. Through it all, Flynn never lets go of her hand, fingers interlocking with hers as he drags her through the madness, through the hordes of panicking people and the crew who are trying to do something to solve this situation. His hand is her anchor, her safety in the chaos, her calm in the storm.

When she sees it, she curses her stupidity and wonders how details of it slipped her mind. She had been so focused on the impending doom of her ship Lucy had totally forgotten about the things that they can do to lessen the damage. It hits her as she sees the lifeboats neatly lined up and her heart races as she realises that she can do something, she can change the fate of these people.

“Flynn,” she has to shout over the chaos, even though he can’t be more than a foot in front of her. “The first lifeboat, it’ll only take 28 people, but it can fit more – 64, I think. And there’s enough life jackets to go around, I don’t know how much good lifejackets will do for them, but at least they’ll have more of a chance. They won’t just drown.”

The information sparks something in his eyes, an ember that was not there before and Lucy’s sure that he would find the same thing reflect in hers.

Hope.

He springs into action the same way that a fire roars to life, slowly, and then all at once. They were smart enough to come up to the deck as quickly as they could, but there’s still a small crowd between them and the crew members trying to control the situation. Flynn makes it look easy as he uses his large frame to barge through the crowd, her following hot on his heels until they reach the crew at the front.

She has no idea what Flynn says to the crew members, too focused on the mothers holding their children and pleading for help, focused on the fear in these people’s faces and the way the lower classes linger helplessly at the back while the people how had money shamelessly banter for safe passage off the ship at the expense of others. She does however catch his death stare and the young crew members nervous nod and lets out a breath of relief.

Flynn helps load the lifeboats, making sure that each one holds as many as it can before setting off, while Lucy hands out lifejackets. She starts with the lower classes, knowing that these people had the least chance of getting into a lifeboat, but at least she was offering them a chance.

She’s tightening a woman’s lifejacket when she feels his warm hand on her shoulder, she glances up to meet his face, serious and grim. “It’s the last one.”

Guilt rushes through Lucy as she looks back to all the people who’d be left, who’d be left in the freezing water, waiting for help. Sure, they all had life jackets now – but that didn’t ensure their survival. The crushing guilt is enough to make her want to stay, to allow one of them to go in her place, but Flynn’s hand is sure and steady as he takes her own and he drags her away with determination in his step.

He wasn’t letting her die tonight.

She is loaded onto the lifeboat by the same sure hands that brought her to it, but a moment passes as she catches his eye and she sees it, the thing she was sure she would find – he didn’t plan to get on it with her. Panic surges in her chest, she couldn’t lose him, without knowing it, Flynn had become everything that was safe and warm, and she needed him the same way her lungs needed oxygen.

Her hands are fast, gripping his hand once more as soon as he lets her go. He had already turned away, his intense gaze turning around to meet hers with only a hint of shock and he opens his mouth, to protest perhaps, but her grip is steel and her eyes are hard – there is no room for argument here. “You’re coming with me.”

Flynn still looks like he wants to argue, but he sighs and climbs into the boat beside her, their hands still intertwined as he curls up his legs beside hers.

The ocean is cold, but Flynn wraps himself around her as much as he can and her cold fingers bury into his shirt as he presses kisses to her hair and promises her that everything will be alright. They were safe now.

The hotel they find is dingy, but it’ll do for the night. The boat had reached the shore, crowds of people waiting with questions, waiting for the survivors of the ship that was supposed to be indestructible, waiting for people that may never come home.

They had easily been able to lose themselves in the chaos, to slip away from the crowds and into a hotel before they got too crowded. Neither had even thought of getting separate rooms, just wanting to be alone without the heavy burden of knowledge for once, to not feel the weight of everything resting on their shoulders. They still had to find Wyatt and Rufus, but that could wait until the morning because they needed a minute to breathe, for the weight to lift from their chests.

She sits on the end of the bed, wrapping a blanket around herself as she feels the phantom chill of the ocean lingering on her skin. Her thoughts swim with the faces of those left behind, of the people who only had a slight better chance because they had lifejackets – but that might not change fate for some of them and while they had gotten more people onto the lifeboats, it still didn’t feel like enough.

“We did all that we could,” his voice startles her, she did not feel him sit down next to her, didn’t feel the mattress sink with his weight or the brushing of his thigh against her own.

Lucy glances at him from the side of her eye, anger swelling in her chest as she studies his profile, his strong set jaw, his eyes that seemed to change colour in different lights, ranging from green to grey, of his broad shoulders and hands that held her so safely.

“You were going to leave me,” and she can feel the tears burning behind her eyes as she says it because the thought of not having him next to her right now physically aches and she’s so angry that he would even consider staying behind, leaving her to go on without him. “Why?”

What Garcia Flynn lacks in words, he makes up for with actions. His mouth opens and closes a few times, trying to find an adequate answer, before letting out a strangled noise when words fail him. Instead, he presses his lips to hers, his warm hands cradling her face and bringing it towards his so that they meet in the middle.

Its soft and gentle, exactly what she needs from him right now, because she feels like she’s so close to breaking that the slightest thing could make her shatter to pieces. But his kiss it is healing, as if his touch is smoothing over the cracks in her soul, making her whole once more.

His answer is received, known to her as his mouth meets hers, he loves her.

He looks shocked as he pulls back from the kiss, frozen in place as his hands rest limply on her shoulders. She feels the warmth escape her as his hands slowly slide from her body and realises that he fears that he has done something wrong. Before he can leave her entirely, she leans forward and captures his face, her hands finding their way into the silky strands of his hair. It’s her response, her way of telling him what she’s too afraid to leave her lips.

She loves him back.

This kiss is different from the last, it’s open mouthed and raw; a reminder that they are here, and they are alive. His hands reach for her waist tugging her over until she’s straddling his waist and she’s not entirely sure where she ends and where he begins.

The blanket falls from her shoulders, and so does her pain. 

[kihyuni3]

BTS Reaction to their S/O Ignoring them for no Reason

I really enjoyed doing this request. Thank you for requesting, please keep them coming. I am starting my first semester of college next week, so I’m trying to write and schedule as many requests as I can before I have to start doing course work as well. However, I do intend on being very active with this blog still so don’t worry about me disappearing again.

~Izzy

Scenario: The boys would have just gotten done early with practice and instead of going out to eat with the other members, your boyfriend would have come to surprise visit you at your apartment. However, when he got there he would find you sitting on the couch looking at your phone screen, earbuds in, not even giving him a second glance.

Jin/SeokJin -

Jin isn’t the kind of guy to overreact about anything, if anything he might think that he had done or said something wrong to make you want to ignore him. He would literally be racking his brain going through everything he had said and done recently to see if he was at fault. Eventually he would just end up coming up to you and asking what was wrong. He would just stand in front of you and pour his heart out about how he was sorry for whatever he did, so when you started laughing he would be so very confused. After explaining that you were just really into your movie he would let out all the tension in his body and plop down on the couch next to you.

“Geez you couldn’t have told me that earlier, I was so worried.” He would say as he leaned into you taking one of your earbuds so that you could watch together.

Suga/Yoongi -

Yoongi is the type of guy to ignore you right back tbh. His mentality would be something along the lines of like “If she doesn’t want to see me than I don’t want to see her.” He would probably stand there for a second to see if you would greet him or say something, but if you didn’t neither would he. Yoongi would probably be a little frustrated and go into another room or something and wait until you approached him first. When your movie had finished, you would find him in the kitchen leaned against the counter on his phone. If you tried to initiate any skinship or say anything he would just brush it off and go back to his phone. It would take a full explanation and apology to get this boy to be sweet to you again.

“No you didn’t want to see me earlier, so I don’t want to see you now.” However after a few sweet words and cheek kisses you’d have your soft boy back again.

J-Hope/Hoseok -

J-hope would be a little upset at first when he thought that you didn’t want to see him as much as he wanted to see you, but the longer he assessed the situation the less upset he would get as he realized you were just playing a game on your phone and would probably give him your attention as soon as you had finished your round. However, that didn’t mean he was gonna let you get away with making him feel bad even if it was just for a few moments. Hoseok would quickly run up to you before you could even process what was happening and swipe the phone right from your hands. As you got up to grab your phone back from him with protests about him making you lose your game, it would just fuel him more leading him to start a full pursuit through your apartment. When the two of you got tired J-hope would turn around in front of the couch and let you catch him causing the two of you to collapse together onto the couch.

“I was gonna say how maybe you learned your lesson to not ignore your boyfriend again,” he would say chuckling as you laid on top of him “but that was a lot of fun so maybe you should ignore me more often.”

Rap Monster/Namjoon -

I feel like Namjoon would be the most level headed about the situation, he would take into account everything that was going on from your position on the couch to the recent conversation the two of you had had about a movie you had really wanted to see and he would put the pieces together. He would be a little upset, but not because you were ignoring him but more because he was supposed to see that movie with you while it was theaters but ended up not being able to due to his schedule. He would completely understand you watching it without him, but it made him think about all the time he didn’t get to spend with you.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t take you to that, but how about we take the time now to be together.” He would say as he sat down next to you, kissing your forehead.

Park Jimin -

I think Jimin might be the one that would get the most legitimately upset by you ignoring him. So many things would go through this poor boys head. At first he would be like Jin where he would think he did something wrong, but when he couldn’t think of anything he would get a little frustrated because you were ignoring him for no reason. I think at that point, the longer you ignored him the more upset he would get, until finally he decided to confront you. You better have an amazing apology prepared to appease your seething boyfriend.

“Honestly, what is the point of even having a boyfriend if you’re just going to ignore him for something as pointless as your phone.” He would say to you as he stormed out of the room.

V/Taehyung -

Okay let’s talk about this dramatic boy. I honestly don’t think he’d be that upset by it especially like if he knew you were just relaxing and not ignoring him to purposely hurt him or anything, but he would definitely pretend like this was the worst thing to ever happen to him. Taehyung would  just pout around and sigh loudly, throwing himself over you and the furniture until you decided to look over at him. When you looked at him he would turn it up a notch, this would just keep escalating until you decide to put your phone down and ask him to stop. This would go on until he was absolutely sure that he was the main focus of your attention.

“Buuut babbbby, are you saying your phone is better than me. You better come over here and make up for hurting my feelings.”

Jungkook -

So let’s be real, Jungkook is also a very avid gamer so as soon as he realized that you were just really into a game on your phone he wouldn’t even care that you had ignored him for a little bit. He would literally just take this opportunity to turn gaming into a cute date. Anytime this boy got to do something he loved with the person he loved, it became a moment he would would cherish forever, he wouldn’t even remember that this night had started with you ignoring him. He would literally pick you up off the couch and make you change into comfy clothes so that the two of you could stay up until the wee hours of the morning cuddled together playing video games. He will cherish little moments like this so much.

“Babe, why would you play games alone when we could play them together.” He would say while picking you up off the couch and throwing you over his shoulder.

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Get In (thaurens)

Summary: In summary, high school math teachers are shit. Prompt: ‘Need a ride?’ Beginning Notes: yall thaurens is so cute tbh what are we missing out on here

John Laurens exits Kings High School with annoyance written clearly on his face and his backpack heavy with extra math homework. The wet wind howls wildly outside the safe haven of the school, trees bending in the direction of the stormy mess and lightning crackling overhead. He doesn't even bother stepping from under the canopy—it's obvious it's going to be pouring down rain soon. Of course, it would rain at 6 o'clock on an already terrible Monday, when he has to go pick his little sister up from the middle school. Internally, John curses his habit of running into terrible luck. If his stupid fucking Math teacher hadn't of held him back after class, if the man would have just waited until Friday when he knew Martha would ride home with her best friends for a sleepover, he wouldn’t be in this predicament. But no, apparently because he had come to the school in the middle of the school year, he desperately needed tutoring to even dare meet the level of curriculum that the other students were meeting. The douchebag probably had forgotten that he came from a Magnet school. The worst part is, he can't even call one of his best friends to come pick him up because his phone is dead—it had died while he was attempting to call Martha and let her know that she would have to call their father to pick her up. At least he'd been able to talk to his sister before his phone died, so hopefully Martha was home—safe from the storm. That still didn't explain how he would get home. Ready to give up and storm back inside to ask to use the phone—which he would have to give his ID number for, and explain why he needed to use a school phone after school hours, and blah blah blah—John turns on his heel with frustration written all over his face. But the sound of a car horn honking twitches his curiosity. Like every other human being, when a car honks, he has to look. John turns and looks over his shoulder for another student waiting to be picked up by an expectant parent or older sibling. Parked haphazardly in the parking lot—he can hear his father's voice complaining about poor drivers that take up two spaces, because this car takes four—is a boy. Man, actually—with unruly dark curls and flirtatious brown eyes, sitting in the driver's seat of an expensive looking black pick-up truck. From appearances, he looks to be a college kid—maybe one of the students that attend King’s college program in the mountains. His wrist is draped over the steering wheel lazily, and his chair is leaned so far back he can't possibly be able to see the streets. He would look like a normal college kid, if it weren't for his very wet hair and car interior—as if he'd driven his car with the windows rolled down. The boy honks again and smiles at him, popping his gum in his mouth. John cringes.

"Need a ride?” he offers, leaning over to open the passenger side door. Immediately, alarm bells are ringing in John' ears. Some random college kid is driving around, offering seventeen-year-old high school students rides in their shady looking pick-up truck. John may not have a lot of street smarts, but he was far smarter than that. Not to mention his counselor gave him the standard 'don't talk to strangers' talk when he enrolled, as if he were a child. John is about to answer with a snippy 'no' when two heads poke into the front, both of the boys seeming confused as to why they were stopping. Two sets of chocolate brown eyes both look him up and down before turning towards the driver. He knows those two students—James Madison and Aaron Burr, two of the most popular kids in the entire school. James was a campuswide name due to him being only a fifteen-year-old about to graduate, and Aaron was known for his ability to 'get around'. They both were Juniors—Aaron was on the varsity swimming team and James was the Engineering teams pride and joy. The point was, he sort of knew them, but he wondered why the Juniors were in the truck with this strange boy—who he still thought was pedophilic. "Thomas, let's go!" James whines, reaching over the steering wheel and honking his horn. The boy smacks his hand and glares at him. "Wait, he's trying to get laid," Aaron jokes. John flushes, hopes that his blush isn’t recognizable from where he stands. "Uh, no thanks," he answers, remembering the boys offer. "I was just going to call my mom."

John gestures lamely towards the school and makes to turn back around. Thomas chuckles and shakes his head, his wet mop of hair falling into his eyes. He opens his door, and hops out—to the sound of James' displeased groan—before running over to meet him under the canopy. Up close, John realizes his eyes aren't brown but the color of caramel—brown in essence, but speckled with different shades of green. They're actually extremely gorgeous. "Well, then, here's some advice," he says, whipping out what appears to be a brand new phone—he wonders how he can have the latest generation of Android and the latest year of car, figures he’s probably spoiled rich—and pulling up the weather forecast. "If you live in the Northeast, then there's no way she's coming out to get you—not if she doesn't want to crash into some bat shit crazy drivers—people like us. We just came from that way—streets are full on flooded, water came up to my calves. If she cares about her car, she'll wait until the rain lets up. Same for the East. West is the only place where it's not raining cats and dogs... yet. Look, I'm only offering you a ride because we're driving around and we saw you over here, looking like someone just ran over your puppy. And they're going to kick you off school ground at seven, then you'll be walking around here trying not to drown. Accept it or not—I'm trying to be nice." "How would you get me home if there's no way we're driving that way?" John asks, crossing his arms over his chest and narrowing his eyes. This entire situation is sketchy, but he proves some valid points. Plus, he sort of knows James and Aaron—they all had AP Physics together—and even if he doesn't know 'Thomas', then he kind of knows them and so far, they've proven to be alright in his book. "We won't. You can hang out with us until my friend Adams texts us and tells it's let up over there—we were on our way to his place. We'll drop you off on the way," he offers, with a head tilt and lopsided grin. John sighs and looks around nervously. He didn't want to stick around until the rain let up—who knows when that will be—but he also didn't want to get in a car full of partial strangers. "I don't even know you," he voices, looking up from the gum spotted concrete of the entrance to his school. Thomas shrugs and his smile widens. "Well, I'm Thomas Jefferson—I graduated from here last year. That’s James Madison and Aaron Burr, but I'm sure you know them already. Anyone who goes to this crusty ass school knows those two. And curled in the back napping is Theodosia Bartow—you should know her, she's a Junior." He did know Theodosia Bartow a bit—they had English III together. Theodosia was one of their smartest students. She would sit with John and talk sometimes—when she wasn't focusing on whatever they were doing in class or tuning out into her own world. John would even call her a friend. "I still don't think I should get in a car with you guys. For all I know, you're a group of rapists," he says. Thomas laughs, his head tilting back and showing his Adam's apple. It takes a long few moments for him to realize he's serious. When he does, he rolls his eyes and shrugs again. "Suit yourself, sweetheart. Don't say we never did something for ya," he says, before stalking off back towards the car. John fidgets, watching as his one chance home walks away. He checks his cracked watch, seeing the time as six thirty. Thirty more minutes on campus before they kick him off, no matter the circumstances. Grumbling about going to a shitty school, John lurches forward and grabs Thomas' sleeve. He turns to look at her, a smug 'I-told-you-so' smile on his lips. John resists the urge to punch it off. "Fine. But I need to borrow your phone and call my mother first," he says. Thomas inputs his password and hands him his phone, where he quickly dials his mother's number. It takes a few rings, but then his little sister's voice fills the receiver. He breathes a sigh of relief—this meant Martha was with their mom, at home. Either way, his sister was out of the horrible weather. "Marty, I'm going to be with some friends. I'm going to call you, every hour on the hour until the rain let's up. If I don't call at seven thirty, call the cops, okay? And don't tell mom unless I don't call, alright?" John voice is hurried. He dares a glance at Thomas, who doesn't seem fazed at the instructions at all. Maybe he's not a rapist or a murderer or whatever the hell. "’Kay, Jack. Where are you going with your friends?" Marty asks childishly—John thanks his lucky stars for his sister being the obedient little girl that she is and not asking what friends he would be with or asking why he would have to call the cops. "Just to their house for pizza and soda. I'll bring you some back," he assures his little sister. Martha squeals in delight and the two siblings trade their goodbyes—John going over the instructions twice more before hanging up. As soon as he's deleted his mother's number from his call log, John hands Thomas his phone back. The taller of the two pockets the device and grins maniacally at him before rushing to the driver's seat. In the back seat, James and Aaron give loud ‘Finally!’s when he explains that they've got a new companion. John continues to stand outside the passenger door, the nervousness taking its grip on him. Thomas grins at him again and opens the door for him. "Get in bitch, we're going shopping!" he shouts in a high-pitched nasally voice, waving her in. Hopping in the truck, John wonders if he’s going to regret this.

[real-life-sucks-ass]

Annual Writing Self-Evaluation

*All answers should be about works published in 2017.

I’ve been tagged by @inrainbowz! Thanks for giving me an occasion to blab about my writing to the world :D

1. List of works published this year:

So, according to AO3 I wrote 224132 words in 2017. But tbh I’ve not been very productive, I only wrote a few chapters for two WIP (still unfinished) and a single one-shot. The rest is the exact same stuff, but translated into english. Take a look:

One Video Man (One Vidéo Man in french): This is a Youtube!AU fic for the One Punch Man fandom. I had this stupid idea about a AU where everyone is human, in our world, and every character runs a Youtube channel. That’s all. I just describe videos so the reader feels like they’re watching this on Youtube. I have no plan, no scenario, no nothing. But the thing is, I encourage my readers to post fake Youtube comments for the characters to answer, and to give me some ideas about what should happen next and what kind of video I should write. So yeah, it’s kind of a fun experience, and I like trying new stuff and interact with my readers (I did something a bit like this for a spn fic a few years ago). But I’m so slow at updating, my readers are dying with frustration lol.

Albion’s last bulwark (Le dernier rempart d’Albion in french): This is a BBC Merlin fic, and actually it is a sequel for my fic Le dernier souffle de Kilgharrah I have yet to translate into english. It can be read separately, though. It is a resurrection fic in Arthur’s point of view. He comes back to life in our world today and realize he’s lost his kingdom, his wife, everything, and Merlin looks like an old man and is obviously not so happy about his return. I wanted them to struggle to get their relation back. I wanted Arthur to feel lost and alone. This fic is filled with angst and is merthur. I still have about 5 chapters to write & translate to complete it.

A cheap spell (Un sort au rabais in french): I wrote this short Merthur OS just for funsies and I also made a drawing here. Basically Arthur went missing and everyone is worried sick (especially Merlin) and looking for him everywhere... but Arthur is right there under their noses, only turned into a toad and frustrated because no one recognizes him. Well it’s not much, but it was fun to write.

2. Work you are most proud of (and why):

Definitely Albion’s last bulwark (Le dernier rempart d’Albion in french). You have no idea. This fic is my precious, my everything. I’m pouring my whole soul in it. I could talk about it all day. This is the fic that made me want to get better in english just so I could translate it at some point.

Why? Because CloudFactory and I have been thinking about it for years before I even started writing it. I do all the writing, but we made out the story together, we thought every little detail through, and she’s my betareader both in french and in english. Because we worked hard to get the characterization right. Because I had been dying to read a resurrection fic in which Merlin has been deeply changed by centuries of living in a changing world, so I decided to write it myself. I wanted a Merlin who went through some rough stuff that had nothing to do with Arthur at all. I wanted a Merlin living like an hermit, but not because he’s waiting for Arthur to return, but for a totally different reason. Because I wanted Arthur to grieve for Camelot, for Gwen, for his past life. Because I wanted Arthur to return for a very serious reason, because Albion truly is in danger. Also, because dragons. In this fic, Merlin has a bunch of dragons, including a baby one, I love writing them.

So yeah, I’m so fucking proud of this fic and I will cry tears of pure joy once I complete it.

3. Work you are least proud of (and why):

Well I’m kinda proud of everything I wrote in 2017, but if I really have to pick one, I’d say A cheap spell (Un sort au rabais in french) because, well, I wrote it quickly and I felt the merthur was bit rushed and OOC. But that’s because I’m the kind of author who usually needs at least 10 chapters to bring some romance, so... Also, writing crack is fun, but I’m way better at writing angst.

4. A favorite excerpt of your writing: Okay so I’ll follow @inrainbowz‘s example and show one in french first, then one in english. But only for my fic Albion’s last bulwark (Le dernier rempart d’Albion in french), because yup, I’m really really proud of it.

Voilà un petit extrait en français, du dernier chapitre en date pour Le dernier rempart d’Albion :

- Et nous nous sommes rencontrés ?

Freya esquissa un pâle sourire qu’Arthur n’aurait su qualifier d’amusé ou triste.

 - Oui. Tu es celui qui m’as tuée.

Arthur eut une inspiration de surprise et ses yeux s’écarquillèrent.

- Quoi ?

 - Laisse-moi te rafraîchir la mémoire…

Lorsqu’une main creva la surface du lac, suivie d’un poignet gracile et d’un bras nu, Arthur se recula vivement et tomba assis, le souffle coupé. Le reflet de Freya soulevait la nappe d’eau et sa tête émergea à son tour, ses cheveux ruisselant sur son visage, ses épaules et sa poitrine à peine couvertes d’une robe en lambeaux. Le cœur battant à tout rompre, Arthur déglutit et s’efforça de rester calme et de ne pas dégainer Excalibur face à ce spectacle aussi terrifiant qu’époustouflant. Car ce corps qui avait surgi jusqu’à la taille et se penchait à présent sur lui la main tendue, il était translucide, uniquement composé d’eau.

And now another one, in english this time:

Merlin steadied his stance and turned a dark and hateful glare at Arthur. His cheeks seemed hollower and his cheekbones sharper now that he had turned back to his young self. The look on his face was frightening, full of rage.

"Merlin, pull yourself back together!" Arthur ordered, striding right to him. "Don't make me knock you out!"

There was a heavy aura surrounding Merlin when he raised an open hand toward Arthur.

Everything happened very fast. The shock wave that hit him threw him back with a staggering blow, tearing his feet away from the ground. He crashed into the glass doors, smashing them to pieces, and pain flared in his back. He might have lost consciousness for a few seconds. When he opened his eyes again, he was lying on the concrete strewn with sharp glass fragments and the wounds on his back had reopened, soaking his t-shirt with blood.

He cut his palms on the shards trying to get up, but he clenched his teeth and ignored the pain. There would be plenty of time to worry later about how dizzy he felt and his vision starting to blur. For now, the urgency was Merlin.

5. Share or describe a favorite comment you received:

Okay so I had never once received a comment on AO3 for my fic Le dernier rempart d’Albion because well, french readers are pretty rare on this website and most of them prefer to read in english anyway. And when I started translating it into english, I got a very enthusiastic comment of someone who loved it. And she wanted to know what happened next so bad, she couldn’t wait for me to translate, so she went and read the next chapters in french, even though her french was rusty and she couldn’t understand everything. I had never been so happy reading a comment. That someone enjoyed the story so much they made the effort to read it in french... Yeah, this made my whole year :D And she still reads both the french version and english translation, waiting for each new chapter. Best reader ever. I love her. <3

6. A time when writing was really, really hard:

From august to december, biggest writing block ever. I had no motivation, no inspiration, no energy and I think it had to do with work and real life being crazy, but also because CloudFactory was very busy, so I had no cheerleader to force me to write lol.

7. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you:

Probably ever character in One Video Man? I control nothing in this fic, I just get carried away by my readers’ ideas and the inspiration of the moment.

8. How did you grow as a writer this year:

I think I started to understand that I should not be so hard on myself. I’m a perfectionist, so sometimes it blocks my writing when I’m putting a lot of pressure on myself to get it perfect on the first draft. I think I made a lot of progress in descriptions too.

9. How do you hope to grow next year:

I hope I’ll be able to write faster and to stop procrastinating. I need to use less adjectives too.

10. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):

CloudFactory ( @less-life-and-more-dream ) and Jackallh ( @geek-trough-time-and-space ) are the best. I just have to chat with them about my fics, and yay! Ideas! Inspiration! Motivation! Also tumblr and the Merlin fandom inspire me every day new ideas :p

11. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:

When Merlin brings Arthur in London, I used some real life experience, since I’ve been in London for my 30 years birthday with @less-life-and-more-dream, @geek-trough-time-and-space and @dupond-and-dupont. The fish n’ chips I described in the fic, also Hyde’s park and its geese, all came from my happy memories :D

12. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:

Don’t thrive for perfection. Just do your best, and even if you hate it, you can still edit later. You WILL get better by writing, it’s a slow process, but for this to happen you have to write.

13. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:

First, I have to complete Albion’s last bulwark and One Video Man, both in french and english. Also in a few months I’ll post my translation in english for Albion’s last bulwark’s prequel: Le dernier souffle de Kilgharrah. Then, I plan to write a prequel to Le dernier souffle de Kilgharrah, about the days, months and years just after Arthur died. The whole story will be a trilogy in the end! :D

I consider taking back one of my old abandoned WIP too (I have a Supernatural fic and a Whitechapel ITV fic uncompleted), but I’m not sure I’ll have the time for it. I have AT LEAST three other Merlin fanfics I really reaaaaaally want to write.

14. Tag five writers/artists whose answers you’d like to read.

@creepywonderland-pony @dupond-and-dupont @andersandrew @istadris @always-keep-writing and whoever wants to do this!

[yukipri]

Hello! I was wondering how to be successful and get followers on Patreon like you? I’ve had my Patreon for like about a couple months now and so far I don’t have any followers at all like should I give it more time or maybe improve on my art more? Also I’m sorry about asking you this I know it’s pathetic, but I’ve been trying on twitter and insta but I feel like I’m getting no where and if it feels uncomfortable or dumb to answer you don’t have to!! 😖

So I thought really hard about how to answer this, and I hope you don’t mind answering publicly because I’ve been asked similar in the past as well.

Got a bit long, so beneath a cut.

First off, please don’t think you’re pathetic. It’s hard, making art is hard, getting people to like art is harder, getting people to do anything with the art like reblog or comment is even harder, and getting people to PAY actually money is even harder than that. It’s easy to compare yourself to other creators and get frustrated, TRUST ME I do it constantly ^ ^; But since you asked me so sincerely, here’s my best attempt at giving you what I hope may be a useful answer/some insight into my own choices for how I feel about running Patreon.

Tbh, I honestly don’t think I’m the best person to answer about a “successful” Patreon as I too have had mine for less than half a year. I can hardly call it stable, and I’m constantly experimenting and adjusting things. There are also many, MANY other artists much more successful than I am, depending on what your scale is for “success” which I think really varies per person ^ ^;;;

I also feel that the way someone runs a Patreon and what it means to them (full time job, part time job, hobby, or just a donation option on the side for potential supporters) is also really important in determining what “success” is. I feel that the way I currently run my Patreon is, to be honest, not possible for anyone who has any other obligations/jobs. I usually draw an average 12-16 hours a day (balancing crash and burn comatose days with no sleep days), 7 days a week, lucky to have one day off in a month (and the times I can’t do that, like this month, I’ll provide alternative rewards). As a result I can usually churn out content daily, sometimes multiple times daily (unless the project is major). Just time investment-wise, this amount of content would not be feasible for anyone with other obligations, and it has nothing to do with skill (though pouring this much time into art hopefully means that I’m gaining some skill in the process ^ ^;)

I’ve mentioned this before when someone asked to compare Ko-Fi and Patreon, but I think for some creators, they’re treated very similarly as just a way for fans to financially support them, and Patreon is more stable and a monthly subscription, whereas Ko-Fi has less fees (at least prior to the new changes). And I think that’s a wonderful way for people to use Patreon, if that’s how they want! But I’ve also observed many creators who are FAR more famous than I am make significantly less than me, because their main content/merchandise is available elsewhere, and Patreon is just an alternative means of donation for people who want to do more. It is not uncommon at all for some Patreon creators to only post once a month or less, and sometimes, that’s enough for people to become patrons, because they’re here to support the creator, not get special content.

I personally feel that my own art/content/reputation whatever isn’t deserving of just donation support unless I’m giving back at least equivalent value in exclusive content made through solid work, heck I wouldn’t donate to myself lol. (Hence the running myself to the ground monthly whoops >.>;) To compare, while I got a bit more when I first started/was actively advertising it, nowadays I’m lucky to get one coffee through Ko-Fi every few months ^ ^; And y’know what that’s okay, I’m actually personally more comfortable giving back with Patreon, though of course my Ko-Fi is still available for donations if people feel they want to give.

I also think there’s also a difference between asking for strategies on how to get your already existing followers on public social media to become patrons, and how to increase your public fanbase consuming your free media in general. Currently, around 2% of my tumblr followers are my patrons on Patreon, which is honestly WAY WAY WAY more than I ever dreamed possible. There’s a lot out there to spend your money on, money’s tight for a lot of people, and people are used to receiving free creator content so it’s hard to convince people that of all the potential wonderful creator causes to support, YOU should be one of them. And I get it, and I’m humbled by the people who come by to my Patreon ;_;

For me, the way I try to sell myself is by creating consistent, constant, hyper-specific content. I KNOW I have a super niche fanbase, and I’m specifically targeting y’all, because that’s what I personally enjoy but also because I like offering something different. I think that even within just drawing YOI, drawing for popular ships is obviously going to appeal to a LOT more people, I KNOW this. But at the same time, a lot of other creators will be providing similar content so there’s more competition. Now, if you want Yuuri-centric multi-shipping, poly-shipping, rare pairs, constant moreTPs, A/B/O, mpreg, world-building, and OC babies all combined, there’s slightly fewer people who offer that, and I’m one of those people ^ ^;

Also, posting a significant amount of content that isn’t available publicly. For me, the big breakthrough was the NSFW. I didn’t initially mean to draw this much NSFW, but apparently people want to see it, and I enjoy drawing it (as mild as my comfort zones tend to be), and if it lures people on, maybe I can get them to enjoy my other content too ^ ^; But let’s be fully honest, the vast majority of my patrons probably joined so they could see the porn, which I’ve been very clear will never be public. And again, given how rare my ships are and how specific my AU content is, if you want to see this stuff, you’re not gonna be getting it anywhere else so come take a look–is sorta how I hope I’m selling it? ^ ^;

As for how you know when you’re ready? I again think that depends on you. I’ve had people asking me to open a Patreon since it became an option, but I didn’t think I personally was creating the type of content I’d be comfortable taking money for. I didn’t think I was ready when I was in BH6, and I didn’t think I was ready when I was in SW either. But during all of these fandoms, one thing that I WAS training myself to do was post constantly, consistently, rarely if ever taking a break, and if I didn’t post one week, it was because I was planning something major. That ramped up even more for YOI, and it was only after creating like this for years and getting to the point where I needed a form of income through art or stop pouring so much time into it that I decided to try Patreon, already having proven to myself that I can maintain creating constant content. This is for me, and again I went into it hoping to make it full time. You may not need to post as rigorously for your purposes, and that’s fine too. And maybe for you, just making your Patreon and slowly growing your fanbase from there is the right way. We’re different people and different artists so it’s completely understandable if your path is very different from mine ^ ^;

Sorry this got long and may not have provided a direct answer, but I hope it was a helpful reference in some way ^ ^;

[vagarius]

here have some kitahara/nanjo headcanons (i actually wrote these around when s3 was announced but never posted them rip)

Nanjo will take his sweet time getting places so Ren has flat out bridal-carried him up and ran on several occasions

(Though when Nanjo knows Ren is excited for something he’ll make sure to move just as fast as Ren does)

Nanjo sometimes hums mindlessly when he’s pouring water or something and Ren thinks it’s the cutest thing

Ren loves seeing Nanjo all sleepy and ruffled but that state lasts for about 0.2 seconds in the mornings and it frustrates Ren to no end

Nanjo is surprisingly cuddly at night and Ren finds it adorable

Nanjo has a relatively easy time doing school work, but Ren has to study a crap ton to pass and has trouble staying focused, so Nanjo typically studies with him

(somewhat based off my sibling headcanons) Ren once (tentatively) asked Nanjo how a meeting with his brother went and Nanjo replied “Fine” then smiled the fakest smile Ren has ever seen and Ren honestly wanted to cry

Nanjo happily eats Ren’s food but he also insults it so Ren isn’t actually sure what to think

Sometimes it strikes Nanjo just how talented Ren is and he’s just. He’s so proud and happy for his (boy)friend

(He also gets kinda down on himself, but Ren makes sure that part of Nanjo shuts tf up)

Ren makes stupid decisions and Nanjo does literally nothing to stop him

This pair is so touchy-feely but it’s always casual touch? Like legs pressed together when they sit next to each other and arms flung over shoulders and looped around waists

Instead of a swear jar these two need a nickname jar tbh

Toraishi and Ren may have joked about tiring of seeing each others’ faces but like. Nanjo is in Toraishi and Ren’s dorm more than Ren is?? so

Both of them are low-key motivated by spite a lot of the time

Nanjo is actually a science nerd and every now and then he’ll say something and everyone’s like ???? because what does that even mean

He also knows a bunch of random facts about different cultures and he never knows what to do with them

Nanjo: “You can fight Ren, if you’d like - he probably deserves it - but you’re going to lose”

Ren: “I should tell you not to fight Koki but idk he probably deserves it. You’re going to lose tho”

Also Nanjo and Ren: “If you fight him then you have to fight me, too”

They’re both assholes a lot of the time but everyone seems to like them ?? and the star teams are Confused (including the ones who like them)

I feel like the rest of Team Sazanami simultaneously trusts the two of them unwaveringly and would not even trust them with a plastic spoon. It’s weird.

[allbeendonebefore]

What are your headcanons for British Columbia?

ok so disclaimer here is that i’m a fake british columbian even though i kind of sort of live there, i live on the island and the majority of my bc friends are from the coast and not the interior so most of what i can say about the interior is ‘i have driven through it a lot’ but i’ll do my best.

- on that subject bc is like… layers of depth that most people don’t see. lots of people just brush her off as a flaky ditz who is never paying attention to the rest of the country but i seriously feel she’s got a lot of Depth and a lot of spiky barbed inner monologues. She’s really geographically and emotionally impenetrable and doesn’t really let you in on what she is thinking or will do something unpredictable.

- like i don’t think people really get how contradictory bc is? its a climate of extremes that has a reputation for being mellow, its a place that is “liberal” where the Liberals are in reality worse than the alberta pcs (LOL WHAT AN ELECTION I TELL YOU), it’s a place that’s one of the resource-richest provinces in the country that makes it impossible for its own citizens to afford… etc. I think a lot about things like this when I think about how her personality works- she’s not necessarily finicky, she’s layered.

- bc has a reputation for being different than the rest of canada and its absolutely true. like as the second most western province we still tend to think of ab/sk and maybe mb depending on our mood as ‘western canada’ and bc as ‘and bc’. She’s the sort of person who Always goes her own way and makes her decisions on her own, she’s more outward looking than the others for sure.

- worst driver. Hands down. Terrible. everyone blames AB for it but it’s her, the only thing ralphie is worse at is parking. 

- if she can’t see the mountains she feels naked and exposed and can’t stay too far out of sight of the mountains or she goes Nuts

- she probably lives in a relatively modern and expensive house- everything is immaculate, she has a lot of interesting artefacts and souvenirs around her house, her garden is manicured and perfect and everything smells like cedar but it also gives you the distinct impression that no one actually lives there. Looks more like a gallery because she’s trying to support local (esp indigenous) artists. no basement. cute car port and shed rather than a garage.

- she finds emotional attachments really Difficult. like it’s just genuinely hard to tell whether she likes you or not because she can be kind of backhanded or condescending even when she’s expressing genuine fondness. She makes a huge deal about being a romantic place but doesn’t really fall for anyone easily, either she gets bored or she doesn’t want to lose a friendship or w/e

- like for someone who makes a big deal about being compassionate for animals and nature she really doesn’t feel that much compassion for people- or rather, when she does it’s not easy for her to express to them

- There’s an ongoing joke that BC stands for “Bring Cash” and its absolutely true. If you want a chance with her/to impress her you have to spend like you mean it. Its not that she’s high mainten- yes she is definitely high maintenance

- Makes a big deal out of being interesting and fun but when she’s at home alone she just sits around in her underwear under a huge pile of blankets/a snuggie and watches the Beachcombers. possibly while high.

- ‘is this matcha’ ‘does it have matcha in it’ [pouring sugar in her tea] ‘matcha is like… sooo good for you… i don’t even [pouring milk and honey in her tea] like this is just so refreshing you know [more sugar]

- you know that scene in scott pilgrim where ramona reads out her entire tea cupboard to him and some of them sound made up, that’s bc. come to think of it she really is a manic pixie dream girl but one who is merciless and apathetic and could probably easily wreck you

- tea snob, the sort of person who is like ‘coffee is like so bad for you it stresses you out man’ but also a coffee snob who can’t wake up in the morning without it so its a lose-lose situation for you

- definitely volunteered with greenpeace in the 70s lol

- ‘ya i live in vancouver’ - actually lives in like PoCoMo or whatever

- once called the spoiled child of confederation and she hasn’t let that go, she probably has it embossed on a trophy somewhere in her giant collection of trophies that she has on display in the fame gua of her perfect feng shui living room

- she only makes a big deal out of ‘canadian’ things when it makes her money, she actually feels very cut off from the rest of the country but will Always appear immediately when there is a competition of any kind because she’s The Best.

- grew up extremely fast. in my mind she represents ‘ (lower) mainland bc’ while the island i represent with victoria as shorthand- they had to move in together to save money and both of them really dragged their feet about it. She’s still kind of wary about the island ditching for independence again but doesn’t REALLY take it seriously. Is the youngest of the provinces but does her best not to act like it.

- actually super confrontational like she will be doing yoga on a rock as the tide is coming in and be One With The Universe and you could be walking past her and say ‘actually vancouver’s kind of overrated’ and she will dive in the ocean and rise out of the water covered in sea onions and seaweed and barnacles like a horror movie and be like “wHaT dId YoU SaY AbOuT mE!”

- exactly the sort of person to get a tattoo in another language that vaguely is correct but actually grammatically Off like… you grow up with people like Amor de Cosmos and this is what you get

- not actually gluten or lactose intolerant, just likes being morally superior (’and like… almond milk just tastes better yknow more wholesome’)

- that person who always ends up with people mooching off her or crashing at her place- she doesn’t actually mind too much, she’s just frustrated that people only seem to come bother her when it’s convenient for them. But she doesn’t like to admit when she’s feeling lonely so i mean… xD

- also really into ghosts and spooky things. she goes along with bert/yk to hunt sasquatsch and externally rolls her eyes the whole time but tbh she has honestly seen sasquatsch like 10 times and has all the blurry photos to prove it. Same with ogopogo. 

- goes into woowoo new age stores and spends hours looking at tarot decks and crystals and incense. judges you based on your astrological signs.

- has proposed moving in with kate like 3 times but gets rejected every time lmao

- firm believer that tea solves everything. emotionally compromised? hot leaf juice. emotionally compromised during summer? cold leaf juice. eat an entire fruit. eat ten fruits. decorate with kale. eat the decorative kale. got herbs? make rosemary tea. stain all your dishes yellow and make turmeric tea. literally down an entire jar of capers, idgaf. 

- she likes to make her backpack as heavy as she can, blast her own music so everyone can hear it, then schlep it all up a mountain. set everything down and turn it off, sit high up and alone with her little hibachi grill and eat salmon, watch the ravens. paint something on a giant leaf. smoke a joint. look at the ocean. whatever. 

- i think exercise is her replacement for emotionally connecting with people. she rides her bike white knuckled through the rain up a hill and loses feeling in her fingers and zooms back down. Pushes herself to adrenaline rush, always trying to get better, better. 

- i say a lot about her not really connecting with people but at the same time shes the sort of person that… when you’re in crisis mode and you’re under a literal or a figurative avalanche, she will spot you, grab you and pull you straight up out of it with one arm by the scruff of your neck. She’s actually really generous at heart but has just become kind of closed off after being taken advantage of too many times. Will take you home and dry you off and make a big meal for you and wait for you to tell her what’s wrong.

- I don’t know if she actually owns a boat-boat, but definitely kayaks a lot. long boards. surfs.  

- hates BC ferries with an unholy passion, like… that’s a way to trigger a rant right there

- slaps I

- her low tolerance for cold is exaggerated. her high tolerance for cold + wet should be Feared. 

- has her hidden rednecky side. makes a big deal out of being vegan and w/e but does go hunting and dirt biking once in a while, knows her way around a stick shift etc. Dunno if she really drives that much - probably has invested in electric cars before but kind of dissatisfied with how much she can actually do with them re: steep hills, roadtrips, etc. 

- has had to deal with a lot of paranoia, racism, etc in the past that she struggles to reconcile. really learning to take pride in herself again, i think she’s chinese/british, yeah but there’s also some first nations heritage too that factors into her mixed identity. 

- in official positions she might skip french and go straight to mandarin/canto if the job is bilingual, not that she doesnt like french she just Forgets xD. 

i feel like i’ve been talking all day so i’ll stop there but feel free to ask for elaboration or something i guess

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Admist the Primal Things

so @iseektheholygrail sent me this last night as a birthday present and gave me permission to post it for y’all to see

(I’m still screaming over it tbh that’s why it took so long)

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Neither of them speak much, the Doc or the Playa. They operate on a mutual understanding of grunts, noncommittal noises, and vague gestures. Entire conversations are built between them on glances and glares. Frustrating as it can be to the rest of the Saints, it works just fine for them. Mostly.

Brynden misses talking; be it long winded philosophical debate or quick small talk while waiting around. He’d go back to it if he could, but something held him back. Something held his tongue.

He trusts the Saints with his life. His voice, however, is his alone. The fake accent he tries to put on is paper thin. Better not to talk at all till he has someone he can trust. Maybe it’s paranoia. Maybe it’s just habit. Trust was hard to earn, especially after…

But the Playa. She was something else. Someone willing to do that hard work, regardless of whether she was aware of it or not.

An enigma. His mother would’ve said fondly. Trouble. His old friends might’ve whispered. All he could think was friend. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, a part that still let hope glimmer through despair and the feelings of betrayal.

—

It isn’t the first time the Playa stumbles into his apartment in need of help, and it will be far from the last. She’s cursing up a storm, talking more than he’s ever heard before. From the gist of it, Bryn figures out she’s been shot. Somewhere on her thigh- she’s still limping, there’s still blood- there. Right there.

She trusted him to keep her gender on the down low. She trusted him enough to walk up three flights of stairs on an injured leg. She trusted him enough to lean on him as he helped her to the beat up sofa.

Fuck, he might as well trust her enough to give her a bit of comfort in what was going to be a shitty, shitty procedure.

“Bullet’s still in there. First time for you?”

There’s no hint of his standard shitty attempt at a Texas drawl in there, just a pure Irish type that the Playa can’t identify but is immediately comforted by anyways.

“Yeah.” She stammers out. “Yeah, Doc.”

“This’ll be a bitch.” Bryn states flatly, and he disappears into the kitchen to fetch his first aid kit.

She’s left in stunned silence, at least until a bolt of pain shoots through her thigh and she lets out another string of curses.

—

Bryn gets the bullet out of her no problem, but with the minimal anesthetic he currently has on hand, it is a bitch. He keeps muttering apologies and talking to himself. He needs stronger stuff. Should get in touch with some friends. Could ask Gat to steal it, just to keep him busy, but Gat won’t know what he needs. Plus all the equipment… Buying is easier, buying won’t draw attention-

“You got enough cash for the shit?” The Playa coughs out, taking a break from biting down on Brynden’s belt.

Bryn chuckles, not bothering to look up. “It’s not the getting that’s hard, luv. It’s the keeping. Can’t very well drag morphine and IV drips past a complex full of junkies and expect my flat to still be safe from them. Plus, no room to set up. And shots’ll need to be kept at the right temperature, equipment will need to have decent power- seeing as this shithole barely has the dignity to keep my laptop charged I doubt that’d work- and Lord, would the manager be pissed if I even tried to set up a private morgue so I could study the bodies that new Carnales shit started dropping- I mean, why? There’s no way that isn’t hurting their business, so that can’t have been deliberate, and-”

He rambles on like that the entire time he’s patching the Playa up. She can’t really bring herself to stop him. Every word he’s held back over the course of the past year comes pouring out in a graceless mess of concepts and theories and pure guesswork. The Playa keeps up best she can. Better than Gat or Dex or Troy would’ve.

It feels like half a million years before Brynden can finally put the finishing touches on his stitches and wrap up Playa’s thigh in a tight bandage. It’s only then that he lets her up to awkwardly fumble with her jeans. He did shock her when he’d abruptly yanked them down to her ankles so he could get to work. Doctorly instincts probably, who knew. At least he’d left her alone briefly so her attempt to pull her jeans back up could be done in peace.

She hisses the moment tight denim started clenching around the bandage. Bryn reappears in a heartbeat, a pair of black sweatpants in one hand and blanket in the other. “Here, don’t put those back on, I’ll get them washed- take these.”

The Playa pauses, glancing between Brynden’s waist and her own. “Those aren’t gonna fit.” She said flatly.

“They stretch. Ain’t mine. Picked ‘em up in case.” Bryn replies, still holding out the sweatpants. “If they don’t fit, just take the blanket. You’ll probably want one anyways.”

Bryn doesn’t leave room for argument. He’s immediately disappearing back down the hallway, doing something or other and all Playa can do is sigh and shake her head.

The sweats fit. The blanket feels nicer on her shoulders than her sweat-stained hoodie. She vaguely considers a shower, but dragging herself down the hall to the bathroom damn well feels like it’ll be the final nail in her coffin.

When she insists that Bryn can keep his bed, that she’s fine on the couch, that she doesn’t wanna walk anyways, Bryn scoops her up. He won’t hear her argument, now cut off by her shock that he’s carrying her like a princess to his room. To think she dreamed of things like this once.

Bryn’s bed is probably the most expensive thing in the apartment, and incredibly comfy for the Playa to lounge back on. Her protests die on her tongue in seconds. “Actually, you know what, fuck you. This bed is mine.”

Cracking a smile, Bryn heads for the door. “I’m gonna bring back some painkillers and water. Take two in the morning when you wake up, and yell if you need me during the night. Do you want a snack or some music or anything before I go?”

Goddamn. Being Bryn’s patient is like staying in a five-star hotel. Better, probably. Playa doesn’t have anything to compare to it.

—

That was hardly their first night of Doctor and Patient. It was far from their last.

The Carnales hit her with… Something. It can’t be one of the higher ups, not their style, but it has their brand of red all over it. Bryn picks her up at the address her shaky voice had choked out over the phone. By some miracle, she mostly naps in the car.

She wishes Bryn could have that chem lab he’d wanted so badly, cause then maybe he’d hook her up with an antidote instead of having to let her wait it out. On the plus side, he’s figured at least it won’t kill her. On the other hand, he’s got no idea how long it’ll take for her system to flush out the drugs.

At least he stays. Bryn dumps her in the bed again, and then sits down beside her and cracks open his copy of the Handmaid’s Tale. He doesn’t protest when Playa snuggles up beside him. He reads aloud when she quietly asks him to.

“We learned to lip-read, our heads flat on the beds, turned sideways, watching each other’s mouths. In this way we exchanged names from bed to bed:

Alma. Janine. Dolores. Moira. June.” 

And he pauses, because she sucks in a breath of air and shifts so her head rests in his lap. “Bridget.” She says, quietly, barely above a whisper.

He doesn’t have to ask.

“Brynden.” He replies, just as soft.

Bridget cracks a smile. “Fuck kinda name is Brynden?”

“An old one.” Brynden murmurs. “Feel free to call me Bryn.”

She tries the name in her mind and then in her mouth, rolling off her tongue. “Bryn. Weird. Suits you.”

“Thanks.”

[guns-n-zeppelin]

Never say die - Chapter 6

Pairing: Axl Rose x reader Words: 1916 Summary: Reader accidentally time travels back to 1985 where Axl, Duff, Slash, Steven and Izzy find her. Never say die masterlist A/N: This chapter was so fun to write tbh. So the last chapter had more Steven in it so i guess this one has more Duff in it. Atleast a bit haha. Let me know what you think! And just so you know, my exams are starting next week and they’re gonna last for two weeks about so i don’t know how often i can write during them. But it just means that i’m not able to update this every day, i’ll write when i have time! Enjoy.

Axl had told Scarlet that i had been sick and thus couldn't come to the date they arranged. They were cool with it and set up a new date for the next weekend. Scarlet also told that she had finally left Nick and Nick decided all by himself to kick Scar out of their apartment. Scarlet was going to stay at my house for some time until she would get her own house. We were now hanging out at my place, eating lunch. ”So, Christmas is coming soon. Do you have any plans?” i asked before taking a bite of my steak. Scarlet shook her head. ”Not really, nothing special. I'm probably going to just back to my parents' place since i'm not with Nick anymore. And it's great to see my brothers anyway, it's been too long time since i last saw them,” she told me smiling. ”Oh that soungs great! I've never met your parents, it would be awesome to get to know them better sometime,” i exclaimed and poured more juice in my glass. ”I'll totally introduce you sometime!” Scarlet answered. ”But i have never heard anything about your parents though. Tell me about them!” Scarlet requested and looked directly at me. My heart skipped a beat. I hadn't told her nor Sam where i was actually from. And by that i mean when i'm from. I just never really had a chance i guess. And i couldn't just immediately when i met them be like oh hey by the way. And then i just, forgot. They would anyway think i'm crazy or something. ”Uhm, i'm not really in contact with them anymore,” i simply answered. Her face fell a bit. ”Oh, why's that? It's Christmas soon, wouldn't it be nice to visit them?” I sighed. ”Well, i guess but it's just not possible,” i chuckled but still a bit sadness at my voice. My biological father had died when i was just a baby. I never knew who he was, my mother didn't talk about him and i still didn't know at all why. My stepdad was also dead though. Lung cancer, he used to smoke a lot. I didn't like him at all, he treated me like shit. End of the story. ”Why's that?” Scarlet asked, furrowing her brows. ”Well, my dad's dead and i haven't heard about my mother in years,” i explained, telling half of the truth. I was on really good terms with my mother actually but that's all i could come up with now. God, i missed my mom so much. ”Oh, i'm so sorry, Amy. I'm sorry if i asked too much,” Scarlet apologised, looking sadder than a moment ago. ”That must have been tough.” ”Yeah, well. I don't even remember my father so i guess it's fine,” i said and tried to smile. I finished my food and put the plate in the sink. ”So, dessert?” We continued talking and sharing gossips for the next hour atleast but finally it was time for her to leave. She was going to do some shoppings with Sam. When she had left, my mind wandered back to my parents. I thought about them for a moment until i realized some quite obvious thing and my heart started beating faster. I gasped and covered my mouth with my hand. ”It's 1985. He's still alive.” --- It was about 3 pm when i was walking down the street towards a small café, i was supposed to meet the boys there. We weren't going to stay at the café to have a coffee or anything, we were just meeting outside of it so we could walk together to their studio. They had asked me if i wanted to hear some of their songs they had been working with lately. I was nearly there and already saw them from the distance. I immediately stopped on my tracks when i saw a girl with them. With Duff actually. I recognized her to be the girl from the bar some time ago. How couldn't Duff still got rid off her? Is he being too nice to her or what? Duff seemed so desperate when the girl put her arms around Duff's neck and smiled, trying to flirt with him or something. She giggled at something Duff said and gave a kiss on his cheek. God, he really doesn't have enough balls to just throw her away. I walked towards Duff and the girl, trying to look as pissed off as i could at the moment. She was just about to say something to Duff but before she could i pushed her hard enough so i could separate her from Duff. ”Bitch what the hell do you think you're doing with my man?!” i screamed. Duff looked little confused for a while but soon realized what i was doing. She stared at me for a while, not believing what i just did and said. Slash and Axl snorted in the background and Steven was about to choke on his soda. ”What the fuck are you talking about? Duff is single and he definitely wouldn't date a girl boobs so small and fashion sense from a garbage can or something,” she snapped back, thinking she was being so clever. I gasped offended and immediately slapped her on the cheek, probably too hard but i didn't really care. She just winced and held her cheek with her hand. ”Duff, how can you let her do that to me?!” the girl cried, but i just rolled my eyes. ”Hey, nobody offends my woman!” Duff said, raising his voice a bit. He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me as close to him as he could. ”And her boobs are ten times better than yours. I prefer boobs that can fit in my hands anyway.” Oh god. She just scoffed really offended. ”I don't need this. I deserve so much better!” ”Yeah yeah, whatever. Go put ice on it or something,” Duff said frustrated and pointed to her red cheek. And then she left. Being quite pissed off obviously. Axl, Slash, Steven and Izzy were all trying to hold their laughters during the whole incident but when the girl left all four of them burst out laughing. ”Ooo, nicely saved, Amy,” Izzy remarked and i bowed. ”Why the fuck did you not do it already a week ago?!” Duff yelled but really amused and surprised. ”She was so god damn annoying!” I shrugged. ”You didn't ask.” He just shook his head and smiled. ”Well, i own you a drink for that. Next time i have a blonde bimbo like her after me i'll totally call you to save me.” ”Glad to be your knight in the shining armor when you're too coward to leave a girl yourself,” i huffed but smiled. He chuckled and we started walking to the studio, Duff walking right next to me. After a while he opened his mouth to speak again. ”But i wasn't kidding though, you really have great boobs.” --- We arrived at the studio. I had visited it a few times so i already knew where was what and so on. Slash, Steven, Izzy and Duff went straight to their instruments and i went to sit on a chair where i could see all of them. Axl went to stand next to his microphone, looked directly at me and winked which i just chuckled to. Axl cleared his throat before started speaking. ”So we have somehow finished only four of these so far. We still have to edit them too a bit though. We've started other ones too but haven't gotten very far with them,” Axl told me. ”Although you're already heard these many times obviously so i don't know if there's even any point of doing this,” he laughed. ”No, it's really great to see when you're still practicing and creating them! It's quite interesting, i'd say,” i said, nodding my head eagerly. ”Alright,” he chuckled. ”Well, we're gonna start with Welcome to the jungle if that's alright with you guys back there?” Axl asked and turned his gaze to the rest of the boys. Steven smiled agreeing and put his thumbs up. ”Oh my god, Welcome to the jungle was the first song i heard from you guys when i was just a kid!” i exclaimed but then turned more serious. ”Wait, am i supposed to act like this is the first time i'm hearing these? Okay, i got this!” ”Well, i'm glad if you already like it,” he said laughing and winked. ”Really increases our self esteem.” They started playing and god, how much i loved Axl's voice. Sitting there was so different than being at an actual concert. This was much more intriguing or how i should say that, it felt more intimate and it was so interesting. I saw already in here how god damn talented Axl was going to be as a performer. They played also Paradise city and Mr. Brownstone. I remembered my mother was insanely crazy about those two songs. The songs were a bit different than what i had heard which meant that they still needed a bit fine-tuning but it was nothing big. Now was the time of their last song today. ”So before we start our last song, i just wanna thank our awesome audience tonight. It was amazing to have you all here and i hope you guys enjoyed this as much as we did!” Axl said on the microphone, imagining a bigger invisible audience around me which made me laugh a bit. I clapped my hands excitedly like i had done after every song. Axl smiled when he looked at me. ”This is called Nightrain,” he told and just a couple of seconds after Steven started the song with his drums. Nightrain was totally one of my favorites, not gonna lie here. In some point i started to also sing on my seat and when Axl noticed what i was doing, he suggested with his hands me to come next to him to finish the song with him. I got up from my chair and walked there, putting my head right next to Axl's so we could both sing on the microphone. I'm on the nightrain Bottoms up I'm on the nightrain Fill my cup I'm on the nightrain Ready to crash and burn I never learn I'm on the nightrain I love that stuff I'm on the nightrain I can never get enough I'm on the nightrain Never to return-no

Loaded like a freight train Flyin' like an aeroplane Speedin' like a space brain One more time tonight I'm on the nightrain And I'm lookin' for some I'm on the nightrain So's I can leave this slum I'm on the nightrain And I'm ready to crash and burn Nightrain Bottoms up I'm on the nightrain Fill my cup I'm on the nightrain Whoa yeah I'm on the nightrain Love that stuff I'm on the nightrain An I can never get enough Ridin' the nightrain I guess I I guess, I guess, I guess I never learn On the nightrain Float me home Ooh I'm on the nightrain Ridin' the nightrain Never to return Nightrain ”Gosh, woman. You're almost better than me,” he said looking surprised and smiled at me. He put his arm around my shoulder and i put mine around his shoulder and then we both bowed to the audience which was basically just the empty chair.