@luminis-infinite continues to enable me…although I guess I did this one myself. I was asked for Queenie/Graves feels, and this monstrosity was the result. It’s still formatted largely as it appeared, written over the course of a whooooole bunch of messages in IM.
Mobile users, SCROLL LIKE HELL.
Queenie…is a YouTuber.
And she has a decently well-known channel. Her kind of
gimmick is that she’s, like, a “psychic hotline” (although she’s
really clear that it’s just a game), and she also does regular vlogs and some
makeup tutorials and…anything that strikes her fancy.
It’s kind of an eclectic channel but it’s developed a
Unfortunately, she doesn’t know Graves yet.
He’s a stressed and overworked cop, abruptly shoved into a
desk job after one too many missions that leave him off-balance.
So one night
He’s just staring at the Internet, as you do, and happens to
see one of Queenie’s vlogs as he’s wandering around Youtube.
Despite the fact that he’s literally sitting there watching
her talk about a bullet journal for fifteen minutes, he’s…captivated.
And he goes right down the rabbit hole, watching her videos,
feeling vaguely odd because she’s a twenty-something woman with a nice smile
and a fairly carefree millennial life, and he’s…him.
He also ends up following her on Twitter. And he NEVER
comments or thinks about her the wrong way, even though he’s 100% got a crush,
because it would just be…wrong
One day on Twitter he notices that she’s put out the call
for people to submit profiles of themselves so that she can do a tarot reading
for them on her channel. Obviously, when she has several hundred thousand
subscribers, there is a VERY small chance that your profile gets randomly
And he’s like…why would I do that?
And he thinks about it all day at work, miserable, and when
he gets home he impulsively submits a profile.
A week later, the video drops, and he’s one of the people whose future she reads.
So I still don’t know how art works entirely… but I drew the captain of my heart and figured I’d share so that if I ever do improve down the line, I can look back on this, smoking a pipe in a rocking chair, and muse, “We’ve come an awful long way, friend.” Ahem. But anyway…