#My old timeline. My old workplace.

[fourfuckinghorsemen]

I'm starting to miss the Kugelblitz.

[professorcalculusstanaccount]

People have been asking for a Chang timeline post! Chang not only represents a turning point in the politics of the Tintin series, he also represents a sense of chronology in the otherwise floating timeline of the canon. While Tintin almost never discusses his past, Chang is a key part of his personal story in Tintin in Tibet.

I imagine him and Tintin being around the same age, with Chang being a few months younger.

Child - Chang had a happy early childhood being raised by his father and grandparents. He never mentions his mother when recounting his backstory to Tintin, so my main guesses are she either passed away or his parents separated before Chang was old enough to remember her. His father and grandparents taught him how to cook from an early age, and taught him the importance of solidarity and community, lessons Chang will hold onto the rest of his life.

Early canon - Chang is orphaned. This sudden loss causes him to act out. He turns to picking pockets and causing general mischief until an orphanage takes him in. Chang learns a lot of skills just to survive - he’s stealthy, he’s street smart and pretty decent at climbing. His experiences as a street kid taught him to be wary of authority.

The orphanage provides a brief period of stability until it is swept away in a flood. Until this point, Chang has felt pretty powerless in his life so just goes with the flow, so when Tintin drags him out of a river he doesn’t think twice about going along with him to break up a drug ring in The Blue Lotus. Going on this adventure with Tintin imbues him with a sense of empowerment and purpose he never felt before.

Student - The Wangs adopt him pretty quickly after he busts the drug ring with Tintin. It’s a sudden change he struggles to adapt to, with the Wangs being wealthy academics and Chang coming from a working class background there’s a significant culture clash.

Tintin leaves just as quickly and rarely contacts Chang, even as his journalism career takes off, leaving Chang lonely and heartbroken. Chang tries to send him letters but doesn’t know that Tintin moved out of Labrador Road.

Having missed out on education for a bit Chang struggles with school. He feels unworthy of the opportunities the Wangs try to provide him with and a part of him feels they only adopted him because they were dazzled by him taking down that drug ring, an achievement he increasingly feels he will never live up to again. He struggles with mental health issues, but finds solace in photography, his portfolio getting him a place at university despite his bad grades.

Young adult - In an attempt to try and help Chang’s mental wellbeing the Wangs decide to send Chang off to visit his uncles before he starts university, only for Chang to nearly perish in a plane crash in Tibet. Ironically, it’s this near death experience that shakes him out of it. Chang has a renewed enthusiasm for life, taking to travelling, dance and photography. Didi trains him in some basic martial arts so Chang can fend for himself.

Tintin makes an effort to stay in touch after having nearly lost Chang. The two repair their friendship, and Tintin has him stay at Marlinspike when Chang studies in Belgium for his second year of university. By the time Chang comes around, he’s had a growth spurt and has been working out - Chang is pretty haunted by his skeletal state from his near death experience in Tibet, so has been making an effort to recover.

After helping Tintin with a case, Tintin gets him a job at his paper as his photographer. Being Chinese he faces challenges in the workplace, and he uses his charm to be as personable as possible. Unlike Tintin, he frequents quite a few staff parties, and ends up pretty popular!

A couple of years later, Chang tries to unionise the staff at the paper. He and Tintin are outed as a couple and the two of them are fired.

Middle aged - After fighting fascists with the Marlinspike team during WW2 Chang and Tintin settle down in Belgium, with Chang scraping out some freelance photography work and a part time job at a portraiture studio. War in China causes them to lose contact with his adopted family. 

While Tintin grows more cynical, Chang accepts the chaos of the world and mellows out a lot. He tries to be a supportive partner and makes extra effort to stay in touch with his uncles and cousins.

Elderly - Chang uses his skills in photojournalism when he gets involved in political activism. He and Tintin are finally able to reunite with Didi and his children in the 70s.

[bratphilia]

Heyyyy so I was the person that requested more fics like the flip side (it’s 6 am and I can’t remember if that’s what it’s actually called atm) but I was thinking about possibly a situation where reader has a history with William possibly when they worked at Freddy’s before they shut down and were younger (still of age though; I’m thinking probably when they like reopened for a little bit in the early 90s). Now in the I guess present day they aren’t exactly going out with mike but maybe they are a babysitter and mike and reader are pining over each other?? But him working there brings up bad past memories of your time there but you don’t really want to tell mike.

Honestly looking for lots of tension, slow burn, pining, and angst but not too much angst yk and ofc nsfw

Sorry if this is like too specific or whatever but this has been on my mind for sure

note: i did some age calculating to fit with the timeline so reader is 18 in 1993 and 25 (the same age as mike) in 2000. creds to michy for convincing me this was actually post-worthy.

pairing: steve raglan / william afton x reader x mike schmidt

tags: threesome, rough sex, dub/con, age difference

taglist: @dilfity

triangle (w. afton x reader x m. schmidt)

(in november, 1993, you're a fresh hire at freddy's and the youngest adult on the staff at eighteen years old. it's not an ideal workplace by any means, but it's decent compared to other jobs that you most definitely didn't qualify for. and the people at freddy's are nice! maybe a little too nice, but the motto for the employees was "remember to smile, you're the face of the company" after all.

you work mainly as a waitress. you would say you're pretty good at your job. you're nice to the customers and work surprisingly well with the kids. the uniform is admittedly cute, too. red vest and a black pencil skirt. your skirt, for some reason, came in a bit too small prompting a few lingering glances from employees and patrons, but besides that you don't really mind.

it's a cold, rainy day in autumn. you wish you were wearing pants, but for once you're thankful for the lack of air conditioning in the restaurant. it's closing time and you're heading back to the employees room to grab your jacket and umbrella. you sit on the red, metal bench waiting for your sister expectantly. you never bothered to get your own license because she's always been a reliable source for rides everywhere. tonight was not one of those days. it's been at least an hour. your leg bounces up and down.

you hear the doors shut and a jingle of keys, and the distant scent of cigarette smoke lingers. you turn to see your boss, mr. afton, locking up the restaurant. he turns to you too, clearly confused why you're still here. "shouldn't you be home by now?"

you swing your legs and sigh. "my ride never showed."

he clicks his tongue and looks out to the parking lot, then looks back at you. "why don't i take you home?" you realize in this moment you and mr. afton have never quite really spoke. he's one of the thirty-something-year old owners of freddy's. he wears the springbonnie suit sometimes and performs with the co-owner, mr. emily, for the kids on fridays and saturdays. he's very charismatic and sociable, but mainly with the older crowd of the employees at freddy's. you hear some of your colleagues whispering about him, how he's such a kind and handsome man, which, as you're getting a good look at him right now, the latter is definitely true.

"are you sure?" you ask. mr. afton smiles down at you.

"sure thing. follow me." it's a huge upgrade to what you were previously considering before his offer: walking home in the pouring rain and chancing ruining your uniform.

you follow close behind him. so close that your umbrellas slightly bump into each other. a deep purple-paint-detailed mercedes-benz comes into view. judging by mr. afton's clear affinity for the color purple, as he includes it in at least one part of his daily attire, you assume it's his. he opens the car door on the passenger's side for you.

"thanks," you say politely.

in december, 1993, mr afton — who you've come to know as william — has become a frequent presence in your life. it started when he actually asked you if you wanted another ride home. you had phoned your sister, letting her know there was a change of plans. this became an everyday thing until you no longer needed to call home.

you would be lying if you said you hadn't started to develop feelings for him somewhere along the way. how could you not? he was just such a nice man! so charismatic, not just with you, but with the customers. always asking everyone how their day is going and dropping whatever he's doing to help out. there's was something special about your connection with him. he made you feel special.

it was one rainy day, just like the day back in november, when he stopped you and leaned in and kissed you. it was the most unexpected thing that happened to you in awhile. you don't know what possessed him to do it, but you found yourself eagerly kissing him back. so much that he chuckled and commented on it before sending you off. you spent the rest of the night lying awake in bed, touching yourself to every possibility you could think of.

the next day he avoided you, much to your dismay. you couldn't stop thinking about it. it slowed down your performance, making you distracted. the time just dragged on.

it wasn't until he called you in his office after your shift that you felt any kind of relief. he asked you to lock the door behind you, just like how one of those fantasies you daydreamed of started. with a fast-beating heart, you did what he said and turned to face him. and then his mouth was on yours again. it was much more sensual and yet there was an anxious component to it that made your stomach tingle with excitement.

"why don't you sit on my lap?" he suggested once he pulled away from you.

you froze. you've never actually done this sort of thing before. something delicious curls inside of you. gingerly, you sit on the thigh he patted on and he bounces his leg slightly, the fabric of his pants hitting just the right spot. he laughs at the yelp you give.

"just relax, baby. 's just you and me."

in january, 1994, is when kids go missing. everyone is on edge and patrons are frequenting freddy's less and less. on top of that, the animatronics are malfunctioning more and more, so there are even less customers due to the amount of maintenance that needs to be done.

you and william continue your routine: you fuck and he drives you home afterwards. but lately, something's been weird with william. he's been more... erratic? is that the right word? or just elated. he seems so gleeful, but more violent during sex. he's never showed any masochism until now. he even put a knife to your throat as he pounded into you, threatening to "fucking kill you" if you scream. you took it as just one of those things he says during sex, like when he calls you "slut" and "whore" but it's starting to scare you as it becomes a frequent thing.

it gets worse. you're taking the trash out to the alley when you see the security puppet laying limp. you go and investigate only to find charlie emily, the other owner's daughter, dead and badly hurt. like she's been stabbed repeatedly. you scream in shock and run in to find william, but he's long gone. instead you went to your co-worker, who called the police.

you were asked to stay at the restaurant until you after you were questioned and you told them everything you saw. you looked but william was still nowhere in sight. you walked home that night.

catching the killer was never something you were interested in. in fact, you hoped to do the opposite of some of your vigilant co-workers, who openly investigated the restaurant. some of them ended up missing too. the police had been called at freddy's on multiple occasions.

on one particular occasion, the last one before freddy's closed, actually, you went to the backrooms to catch a breather. what you found? william pouring bleach to bloodied clothes, bloody knife laying on a nearby table. you drop your keys in shock, alerting him. Turning on your heel to break for it, he grabbed the knife and your arm.

"tell anyone and i'll fucking gut you right here, right now," he threatened in a low voice.

you jostle your arm, desperate to break free. "please!" you whisper-shout. "i won't tell anyone, please let me go!"

and for some reason, he trusted you.

freddy's closed after that, and you swore to yourself you would take what happened to the grave. maybe you were a coward, but you had no solid evidence it was him behind the murders. it would all just be hearsay. no one would believe you anyways. william had such a high reputation, not just at fredy's, but within the community.)

--

mike hangs up the phone with a sigh. "so...?" you say, leaning towards his direction in anticipation.

"i took the job," he grumbles. his head is in his hands, running through his hair anxiously.

you throw your hands up in the air in excitement. "yay! we get to keep abby!" mike immediately snaps out of his sulking to bust out laughing. as he shakes his hand, he mentally adds your twisted sense of humor to the endless list of things he loves about you. and your distantly maternal role in abby's life. we get to keep abby.

you snap him out of his thoughts with a question. "who's the lucky employer?"

he laughs again in disbelief. "freddy fazbear's pizza. working in security. they need someone to watch the place and make sure no one breaks in and stuff."

you frown and furrow your brow. freddy's. william. "something wrong?" he muses, noticing your change in demeanor. you shake your head.

"no, nothing. i'm happy for you. sounds.. just peachy." mike shoots you a half-smile.

it's nighttime when it's almost time for mike's shift. your head is in your hands as you sit on the couch. it's one of those times when abby's off in her room, scribbling away with a crayon. you feel sick to your stomach. why did it have to be freddy's? who even gave him this job? why is it still there?

you hear a slew of curses coming from mike's room and decide to investigate. he's struggling with the loop of his belt and you can't help but smile. "need some help?"

he looks at you, face turning red. "you don't have to—"

"oh, come on," you sigh, moving to help him. "it's okay to need help sometimes." mike doesn't say anything, but from the way he's looking at you, he wants to.

"what?" you ask, but mike just shakes his head. you wouldn't understand. you decide to just leave it alone — mike's always been a distant guy.

"you need to be careful," you tell him with a much more serious tone than intended.

"why?" he asks, confused.

you try to relax your face and give him a lighthearted smile. "you should always be careful, mike! you never know what kinds of people you can encounter."

he has no idea.

two days go by. mike comes back home, surprisingly well-rested, until before his third shift when he casually mentions to you that he mainly just sleeps on the job. you freeze at that, worry forming inside of you in the pit of your stomach. "wh-what do you mean you just sleep there?! are you fucking crazy?!"

mike looks bewildered at your outburst. "i told you about this. i'm doing that dream stuff still..."

"okay, but do you have to do it on the job? do you have any idea how dangerous that is, when you're supposed to be looking out for any suspicious behavior." you're poking a finger into his chest, scolding him like he's a child.

"jeez, what's the matter with you?" he sighs in frustration. "if it bothers you that much then why don't you come with me and make sure i stay awake? i'm tired all the fucking time, and you know that!"

you know you shouldn't, for your own safety, but you have to think about mike. besides, if there's two people there, one can call the police. you let your paranoia, and your overwhelming care for mike, get the better of you. "fine. i'll come with you. put on your vest, grab abby, and i'll be in the car."

mike looks at you with sad eyes. you really didn't mean to be so harsh but it doesn't matter; he's more important. the drive over is silent, not that mike is really a talker anyways, but there's a thick tension in the air. your jaw and your fists are clenched anxiously, and you try not to look at him. when he parks the car he sighs and says your name.

the three of you set up camp in mike's office. abby sets up her tent and shortly falls asleep. you pace around the room while mike stares at the cameras, head in his hands with his eyes barely open. you walk over and snap your fingers in front of his face with a huff.

then something goes wrong. mike calls you over. "uh, i think i just saw something move? towards the offices." if it's potential danger, you decide it should be you who goes. not in a heroine sort of way, more of a need for closure.

you make your way slowly towards the offices. the dead silent halls make room for the only sound being your quickened breathing. you can practically hear your heartbeat thrumming in your ears. something rustles and, of course, it comes from wiliam's old office. you pray it's a rat.

as you push the door open, you breath a sigh of relief when the room is empty. that is, when someone slaps a hand over your mouth. "how truly lucky i am that you were the one to find me, lovely."

you struggle instantly but he wraps his other arm around your neck and pushes you further into the office. you land on the ground, hitting your head on the chair. looking up at him in horror, you cling onto the chair for dear life and get a good look at him. he admittedly aged well. salt and pepper hair and beard and all, it looks ridiculously good on him. "don't be afraid. i only want to make amends. i saw you were here and—"

"fuck you!" you spit venomously. "i don't want anything to do with you!"

william looks dumbstruck, then he scowls. the look on his face scares you as it contorts horribly. "what is it? is that boy? you realize i'm the one that gave him this job, right?"

"i don't know what the fuck you're talking about, but—"

suddenly, william lunges towards you and grasps you by your cheeks, holding your face tightly. "stop acting like such a fucking brat. remember when you were such an obedient little girl for me? let's go back to that, yeah?"

before you know it, you're being shoved against the desk facing forward. "i'm gonna teach you some fucking manners." you scramble in his grasp but his strength is unmatched. you know what's coming next and it makes you feel something burning in your stomach that you try to convince yourself desperately is sickness.

he pulls down your pants and you begin to sob. "please!"

"look at you, begging for me already," he laughs. he's undoing his belt and you already feel his dick prodding at your entrance. if this was back in the 90s, before all of this bullshit, he would've had the decency to engage in some foreplay, but there's a sense of urgency that makes it all the more—

god, what the hell is wrong with you. you're so fucked.

he undresses your bottom half, leaving you just in your sweatshirt. "gorgeous," he comments. "just as i remember."

you feel his dick prodding at your entrance, and you squeeze your eyes shut as he pushes in. it still feels as good as it did back then. he fucks you nice and slow, emphasizing each thrust with a slap from his hips onto yours. how does he still fuck this well at his age?

instead of picking up his pace gradually, like he used to, he continues to fuck you slowly. you're moaning uncontrollably now, clawing behind you at his chest, hoping he'll get the message and pick up the pace. he doesn't and just laughs darkly. "he doesn't fuck you as good as i do, huh, baby? you needed my dick to satisfy you all those years ago, and still need it now the way you're gushing on my cock."

you want to tell him mike doesn't fuck you at all, and that you're just friends, and that you only belong to him—

someone calls your name from the doorway. you and william both snap your heads towards the direction, only to find a shocked mike with his mouth agape. "mr. raglan? what the fuck is going on?"

"michael schmidt!" william practically exclaims, excited. he stops fucking you, purposefully burying himself to the hilt inside of you so you groan and squirm at the loss of stimulation. "come! come join us! your girl and i were just getting re-acquainted."

"she's not my..." mike trails off, finding himself moving closer without thinking. he takes in your appearance: bottom naked and bent over the desk with a fucked out expression. god, you're so pretty. you're always so pretty, but this is just...

no, this is wrong, he tries to tell himself. it's almost like william reads his mind when he sing-songs, "join us, or i'll kill the both of you."

like there was a devil and angel on mike's shoulder, the devil was winning. he's always wanted to fuck you and he doesn't necessarily have a death wish, either. "what, uh, what do you want me to do?"

your face falls and your mouth goes dry. william speaks with a grin, "why don't we trade places?"

mike scrambles to undo his belt and you practically drool when he pulls his cock out. fuck, you've wanted mike for awhile now. all that pent up tension between you two is finally spilling over the edge. all those lingering glances and long-lasting touches leading up this

especially like this, with your former fling and the guy you babysit for, makes it — and fuck it, you'll say it — all the more hotter. he replaces william's spot behind you and thrusts in quicker than the latter. he's practically humping you, fucking you desperately like he's running after something. his hands grip onto your hips tightly. "yes," william hisses, pumping himself while sitting dowqn in his chair. when you glance at him, he has the audacity to fucking wink at you. "'attaboy, keep goin.'"

that only encourages mike as he moans your name. "fuck, your pussy feels so good — hah!"

"mmm, mike!" you moan back.

"look at you two," william says breathlessly, "what a lovely fuckin' sight." mike begins to plunge in and out, reaching your cervix with each thrust, and you're close already. he senses that, and you can tell he is too by the way his thrusts gradually become more unbalanced. william's grunts are getting louder.

you're the first one to come, then william, and mike is still desperately pushing out of you. for good measure, he lands an uncharacteristic smack on your ass and then buries himself to the hilt becoming coming inside. the feeling of him filling you up is absolutely delicious. when he pulls out he studies the way that his cum drips out of your pussy. he's enamored with you, by the way.

[old-school-butch]

Age identity

I have found that racial identity is highly political concept that many people hesitate to argue around when they are making argument about gender identity. I’ve made more progress using age as a foundational argument and thought I'd share some of the parallels that can be made.

I begin with the request that my birth certificate should be amended to reflect my trans-age and not chrono-age. My reasons:

I have extreme dysphoria about growing old. It gives me panic attacks, it creates a morbid obsession about my impending mortality and I need emotional relief. I might kill myself if my aging continues. Many, many studies demonstrate that suicide rates jump in middle age. Age dysphoria a significant mental health risk. Discrimination against older people in the workforce is also systemic and significant. It hurts my employment prospects to force me to continue conforming to an oppressive and arbitrary system of temporal measurement.

I’m not alone in my views. Our movement has been ignored in order to exploit our oppression. Rates of age dysphoria among the chrono-elderly are near universal and increase with chrono-age. The vast market of botox, anti-aging creams, surgeries and other treatments are witness to the pain and suffering of age dysphoria, but we are forced to bear the costs out of our own pockets, harming every trans-age person and creating barriers to those unable to access age-euphoric treatment. It’s time that we recognize ageism and age dysphoria as the next important social movement, and you should be on the right side of history.

The mere existence of adult babies is not a fetish, but part of age identity has existed for centuries. It is a severe form of age dysphoria that is accommodated only during the extremes of chrono-age (the very young and very old), but diaper-wearing may be a source of age-euphoria at any chrono-age. Other trans-aged people might feel more comfortable in a post-toddler range, and there’s no reason to prevent them from enrolling in elementary schools or competing in those sports teams. Again, once we acknowledge that ‘age identity’ is an arbitrary measurement, you will agree that some chrono-aged 8 year olds can run faster than trans-aged 8 year olds and therefore there’s no conclusive evidence that so-called ‘adults’ differ in any systemic way from ‘children’ and that age-identity is more of a spectrum than scientific reality.

Age identity is a culturally determined construct, where in reality one day merges into the next with no clear universal progression or timeline for development. Progeria, ‘old souls’ and emotional ‘immaturity’ co-exist without regard to commonly-held age identities. Widely held beliefs like  ‘middle-age’ persist even through it’s impossible to identity without knowing your ultimate time of death. Even my doctor says I have the heart of a 30 year old . In fact, I’m more fit than many people younger than me. I’m healthier than I was at 45 now that I’ve fully recovered from cancer. Why can’t I return to the age of 39, which I feel best expresses how I feel on the inside? Sports competitions grouped by chrono-age should be inclusive of the trans-aged since there is no clear definition of the impact of age-identity on the human body.

Additionally, it should be obvious that ‘age of consent’ laws are discriminatory and not inclusive of trans-aged individuals. They should be repealed.

I’d also like to point out that trans-aged people do not all skew in a reductive temporal direction. There are many chrono-young but trans-aged people who feel they would be treated more in line with their age identity that is older than their chrono-years would imply. Again, workplace discrimination, dating discrimination and even fundamental civic rights are denied to many trans-aged individuals.

As a tiny ask, I would like to be referred to as ‘young miss’ in my interactions. That’s how I was addressed when I was chrono-young and I’d like to return to those happier days. I might kill myself if this request is ignored, so please check your age-privileged attitudes. Once age dysphoria is fully acknowledged, hate speech against the trans-aged will constitute a hate crime.

[alhaithamhabibi]

𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐊𝐀𝐈'𝐃!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄

ᴍᴇᴇɴᴀ ɴᴏᴛᴇs : didn't expect the nanny!reader to blow up so without further ado, i present you the prequel! idc if lante is ooc in it but it's an alternative timeline and there's always a butterfly effect even if one doesn't want to change a story with their presence. also once again, another long post.

part one is here

❥ honestly, you were nearly done with the novel, with a couple or so pages left. you wanted to reach the ending as soon as possible but perhaps reading the entire novel in one night wasn't a smart idea. and eventually, you just gave into your body's exhaustion and slept.

❥ but when you woke up again, you could hear a woman humming and someone playing with your hair. normally you would wake up and freak out. but the presence was so calming and soothing, you ended up snuggling up to them.

❥ though a scream woke you up completely as you shot up from the bed yet you were held against the woman, clutching you tightly as she whispered words of reassurance. and as you frantically look around, you noticed this wasn't your home and that your body was smaller than it used to be.

❥ clearly, you weren't in your world, and despite your surroundings not showing much, it also showed that. especially with the screams and weapons being used outside the door. not to mention, you're so small. where in the world are you??

❥ so you did as your body naturally reacted to its next scream. hold the woman, assuming she's your mother, tightly and pretend it's a dream. cause it is. right? eventually, you fell back to sleep. but the next time you woke up, you were wrong. ( big surprise )

❥ though you were still confused, you were able to figure out some things quickly enough. the woman that held you was indeed your mother in this world. she's a nanny to one of the many endless children here and your father is probably dead or something. oh well.

❥ as for yourself, you knew you were seven years old and currently a mess on the inside. after that night you won't up into this world, your mother had you stay in your shared room. she would bring meals but it was evident she was scared of what would happen to you if you left.

"mother, i feel rather tired staying here all day. can't i go to work with you?" the question left your lips before you can take it back. you didn't want to seem like a whiny child who only knew how to complain. especially when she overworked herself to provide for both of you.

your mother was too sweet and good for this world so obviously you wanted to protect her. especially in this strange hellish household. but how could you when you don't know the world well enough?

"my little light," your mother brought you closer to her embrace which you eagerly accepted. you looked up at her as she gazed down at you so affectionately and so softly. "just for a few more days. till he leaves alright?"

you didn't know who your mother was referencing but you took it, knowing she would evade the subject. certain subjects seem to be taboo even with the slightest whispers. but you nuzzled into her embrace anyway, "whatever you want, mother, i'll listen to you."

❥ still, it's fine, right? you could try to figure out more about the world you were in despite being unable to leave and find a way out of there. hopefully. wrong once again. because the day your mother deemed it was safe, she took you to her workplace.

❥ well, a room but that counts! only for you to meet certain crimson eyes that belong to a boy who seems to be a few years older than you. and then your mother addressed his full name. lante fucking agriche. why is the female lead's father of the novel you read right in front of you?

❥ is it considered too early to write wills at this age? it is? how unfortunate. new goal! find a way out of this mansion. yet it was thwarted by your mother who told you both that lante's mother chose her to become his nanny at her deathbed and she promised to.

❥ so yeah, the plan isn't it. for now. all you could do is help your mother and make sure that both of you survive. lante can take care of himself, you were sure of it. but the novel never really mentioned lante's backstory since it was more focused on his daughter.

"young master, this is my daughter y/n. she will be joining me to learn as well," your mother dutifully bowed down in respect to the curly-haired boy with scarlet eyes while you just straight up stared at him, dumbfounded.

fuck.

"your daughter doesn't seem to be the bright one, nanny " he coldly remarked as he eyed - no, glared at you. you fumbled a bit before also bowing down to him as your mother gave your age as an excuse.

with a scoff, he only turned back to his book and went back to reading.

"i only wish for you to get along, that's all," your mother attempted to reason with you both. but you were sure that there was nothing that could bond you both together. especially when he was one of the villains in the novel.

"at the very least, both of you stay together so my heart will rest at ease." with just one glance at lante who briefly looked at you before your mother, you both knew it was better to listen to her. maybe you could use him to escape.

❥ but the settings were no different. the black agriche ruled the underworld, his father had many mistresses and wives as he drowned himself in indulgence and treated his kids like crap. even having one of them killed just because they minorly inconvenienced him as you witness. it was utterly horrifying.

❥ and you could see the signs of abuse emerging whenever lante came back from his father's office. the way his half-siblings tried to kill him one way or the other. the lack of health he had just to stay on top. the bruises, cuts, and broken bones that your mother had to attend to, quietly and secretly, into the night.

❥ you felt sorry for him. he was a bastard of a father but no children should ever be placed in this situation. and you could see the small slips of genuine care he held for your mother and occasionally you. well, you weren't exactly affectionate as your mother but you still followed her lead.

❥ lante always did like to show off his intelligence when it came to you and his mother. a brat in some ways, occasionally telling you what he knows. but as much as you hate to admit it, you learned a lot more about the world and the settings from him rather than your own experience.

"such childish handwriting. how will the others ever understand this? a hopeless one, truly," lante criticized as you wrote on the paper the foreign language your small body as acquired.

"perhaps it's because i'm still a child?" you scoffed at him yet you went back to your words and tried to them neatly as possible. don't let him get to you, you reasoned yourself to not strangle him, it's for mother's sanity that i can deal with him.

"and yet when i was your age, my writing brought others down to their knees," he smirked as you glared at him openly now. with your focus on him now, he was able to snatch your papers with one hand and push you at arm's length with the other.

"since you will be a future servant, writing is essential as you become your master's tool. use this," lante muttered as gave the papers back after writing something on it. "the next time i catch you, i expect your writing to be adequate."

you widened your eyes as the writing became easier and you started to understand the words. so carried away, you ended up completing the papers and looked up to see the spot lante took empty. he must have left, you thought as you begin to rush to your mother to show your hard work.

❥ to be honest, you didn't think he held you in high regard as he would for his father and your mother. it was that night you heard a knock in your room and you cautiously opened it, finding lante limping and bleeding. your mother was out, helping the maids with the night shift. so it was just you.

❥ you ushered him quickly into your bed as you clumsily applied the medicine to his wounds. of course, you knew who was the caused of the wounds in which you began to curse out lante's father, absolutely sleep-deprived at this point.

❥ it took lante by surprise but it's not like he disagreed or anything. he just quietly listened to your rambling, not finding you a nuisance for once. after you finished the treatment, you hesitantly offered to escort him back to his room which he haughtily refused.

❥ but you were still stubborn enough to ignore his words and go with him regardless. he called you an idiot but at this point, anyone who didn't listen to him was an idiot and not worth his time to dirty his hands with. it must be your mother's blessing he still let your off the hook.

❥ by the time you got to his room, you entered the room and fixed up his bed for him as he changed in the bathroom. by the time he got out, you were sitting down on the chair beside his bed with a book in your hands.

"you're only twelve, y/n. do you plan on reading me to sleep?" lante grumbled as he tried to get himself comfortable on the bed. the wounds still burn and the crazed eyes of his father haven't left his mind.

"don't be ridiculous," you scoffed as you moved the book from your hands to adjust the blanket as your mother did for you. "i'm reading so it can help me stay up. and so you don't bleed to death if your wounds open up." just as you finished, his hand shot out to catch your small wrist.

"why? why do your curse as my father? why do you act as if you care for me? why bother?" and for a moment, you didn't look lante as the female lead's father but at him as a person. as another kid trying to survive in this cursed household. really...what was the author thinking when creating this sort of setting?

"because," you sighed, "mother cares for you. i see how much you risk for mother and you have my gratitude for that. because if something happens to me or i die, i know mother will be taken care of." it was rather amusing to see that rare shocked expression on his face but you paid no mind to it as you continued, gently prying his hand off your wrist.

"and your father is a bastard who deserves to be stabbed. don't look at me like that, lante, we both know he is one. but it's ridiculous the way he makes the children of the house fight like enemies for his sick pleasure. i never want that on anyone. especially you."

you squeezed his hand softly, yet there was not a smile on your face but a firm look of resolution. it wasn't like your mother's soft look when she gazed at him, he thought, but somehow it still feels like it. like mother, like daughter.

❥ after that, your relationship with him gets better. he's still an insufferable bastard who likes to boast his knowledge and his strength. but if you were curious about something or needed help ( not that you would ever ask ), he'll answer your questions and help you.

❥ in some ways, you were also able to help out lante whether you helps with his wounds or gave a distraction to keep his father's negative attention away from him or provide him information about his other half siblings. and he never said it verbally but you knew he was glad to have someone on his side as well.

❥ it made your mother delightful that the two of you were able to get along despite the occasional bickers. she always told you both you resembled more of actual siblings to which the both of you expressed your disdain for each other much to her amusement.

❥ if anything, it was her who brought you both closer together, and wanted to protect her. simply for lante who never experience familial love, and wanted to monopolize her for himself, and for you who wanted this saintly loving figure to get the hell out of here so she can be happy.

❥ but despite the constant torment and death lingering in the household, you were naive to believe that it wouldn't touch your mother or yourself. until the night your mother's bloody figure was held in your arms the night of your fifteenth birthday.

"mother," you croaked, a lump in your throat preventing you to speak any further. the once lively eyes filled with love and warmth dulled as she struggled to keep living.

you didn't know how it all began as you were quietly celebrating your birthday with your mother and lante. next thing you knew, there were screams about assassins and such. lante went off first, followed by your mother and then you. and all you could see was people running, blood, and dead bodies.

you were separated from your mother in all this chaos only to be reunited with her as lante good you both to stay put in his room as he led them away and fended them off.

and it was a good idea at first only for you to realize the assassins would kill you regardless of status. and you knew it the moment that you saw the assassin head for your way, it was over for you. till your mother stepped in the way and cleanly sliced off his head with a sword she took from the floor.

you marveled at your mother's work but as she staggered forward, you realize only then that she was injured as well. severely. so you could only hold her and uttered the words she wanted to hear the most. all you could do is keep the wound from bleeding. you may have your medical knowledge but you knew there was no way she could live longer with such a deep stab. you were...helpless.

the door slammed open revealing lante, bloody and sweaty, as rushed by your side, to hold your mother's hand. "nanny..." he quietly whispered. it broke your heart, even more, when lante displayed his vulnerability before her. begging her to stay and not leave him alone. you wished you could say the same but your throat remained clogged and the tears you desperately tried to hide ran down your cheeks and onto your mother's.

"lante...y/n...my precious children..." and she breathed one last time with a smile.

❥ the next day, the workers who were still alive took the bodies and had them eaten by the monsters the house had raised. but somehow lante was able to send your mother's body to be cleaned and buried properly with a headstone. and you were beyond grateful for that.

❥ that day, both of you remained passive and stoic under others' watchful eyes only to break down behind closed doors. well, moreso of you than lante. he could only hold you and let his silence comfort you through your trembling body. there was no denying he changed after watching mother pass. but so had you.

❥ no one knew who the enemy was but the duke was evident in not caring whose lives the assassins took other than wanting to teach the assassin caught alive a lesson. and hours later, he was drinking and sleeping with other women again. it was a brutal slap to your face that you had to remember this was the world.

❥ though now you officially served under lante, you were his trusted right hand and confidante despite being a maid. you told him of what you knew from the servants who gossip and in turn, he taught you how to handle business in the household.

❥ the more you learned, the more the ache of wanting to leave the house as years passed by. this placed was filled with memories of both good and bad. and it was painful enough. not only that, lante's change became more evident to that in the novel. he was even more possessive of you but you thought it was because of your mother's death.

❥ eventually, you gained the courage to ask him to resign quietly from the black agriche and live quietly once again. much to your surprise, lante rejected it and left you with that. he kept himself busy with missions and such. but you were still a stubborn one. slowly, you got yourself ready to leave the place. with or without his permission.

❥ the night before your departure, you were violently woken from your bed with screams and wails. blood stained the walls and the floors as servants attempted to run away. with every hallway you turned, you noticed an agriche child on the ground, dead.

❥ you couldn't find lante in his room so you headed to the duke's office instead, not caring if you get killed on the spot. as you opened the door slowly, you held back your screams as you watched lante knock his father down to the ground with a powerful blow.

not trusting your voice, you quietly attempted to leave the room without lante noticing. but it failed as his father groaned in your direction in which lante's head snapped up. he didn't even look bothered at all which shouldn't surprise you. but you were taken aback by that crazy expression on his face.

"it's alright, y/n., come on over," lante extended his hand to you. against the rational side of your mind, you hesitantly walked over to them and took lante's hand. to which he placed the bloodied sword in yours. it was surprisingly heavy and if lante wasn't still holding your hand, you were sure it would be dropped.

"...lante?" you asked, as you turned your head to face him before looking down at the half-unconscious man below you both.

"it was because of him we lost someone we cherished. it was because of this bastard she's not here with us right now. we deserve this. it's only right we take everything away from him and end this. so you and i will do this together."

before you could ask further, lante raised his and your hand that held the sword.

your senses more heightened than ever. the stench of blood and iron clouding this mansion, the rage of the man beneath you for being the main problem for the household, sleepless nights that left you exhausted, the screams that occurred daily as one was dragged to their death, your mother's dead body in your arms, the bloody chaos surrounding this house, the tension between the residents, and realizing this place was no longer home if mother wasn't here.

and you both strike the sword straight into the older man's chest.

it took a while for you to register what you just did and you stepped back from the corpse, only to collapse on your knees. you were gonna get killed for this when the others find out. everything you worked for is gone. and you couldn't...

"y/n," lante kneeled on one knee as he placed bloody hands on either side of your face. there was some sort of maniac glint in his eyes as he proudly smiled at you. it was terrifying. "you can't leave me. not now. not ever. you are to stay by my side."

as you weakly protested, his next words sealed the deal as he held you close. "this is what mother wished for"

[guildwuff2]

and now for the rats! backlog art dump includes seeli and fiita (zo's parents) being cute old farts, a glimpse into how zo might look a couple decades down the road, a series of workplace shenanigans both canon and silly (i'll let you guess which ones), some timeline Design Comparison though the ages/dates are a bit off, pouring my occasional Bouts Of Sleepy on zoxu, and finally even more Future Old Fart Zoxu where they're happy and have fwiends

[beomgyw]

THE COFFEE SHOP

(IN WHICH BEOMGYU LOOKS ADORABLE IN HIS UNIFORM AND YEONJUN WANTS TO KNOW IF YOU'RE FREE AT 8)

COMMON TIMELINE WARNING: for those of you who are reading through all the paths, you'll get to this scenario more than once. there's no important details added, so you can skip it if you've fount it on another timeline!

if you're new here; hi! this is a beomjun multichoice fic. go back to the beginning to start choosing your own path!

the town is small enough for you to walk around without needing to check your phone for directions. you remember most of the streets and you´re confident you won't get lost. that makes your way to work all the more enjoyable.

you trail through the narrow roads, trying to stay close to the seafront. you find the beach just so beautiful in the mornings so silent and, without the tourist contamination. but when you pass across the roads where the restaurants and the coffee shops you realise where the tourists were: having breakfast.

you're thankful that grandma had made coffee at home and you didn't have to get yourself into the crowd to get some, but then you spot the coffee place beomgyu had recommended the previous night. funny thing, your grandma had mentioned the same spot the previous day.

it's a tiny place, cutely nestled in between two other local businesses. it has an outside-service counter that, as a meticulously decorated blackboard indicated, only opens at night, serving as a cocktail bar. its a pretty place, comfy looking, and though considerably crowded, the amount of people is reduced in comparison to its neighbouring establishments. so you decide to grab some coffee you can take with you to work.

as you approach, you pass by the outdoor seating area drenched in sunlight. a prime spot for reading, you think, or simply just people-watching. but when you peek inside through the glass windows, something catches your eye, and you can’t help but grin.

attending the tables inside the coffee shop, beomgyu zooms around like a tornado, his hair tucked under some funny looking joint-branded hat. he moves with a caffeinated grace that's almost dance-worthy, and he does not look happy at all.

cute. you think. cute because he looks like a grumpy gnome, with his silly uniform and his grouchy expression, and cute because his coffee shop recommendation to you was his own workplace.

you push the door open, and the scent of fresh brew envelops you with the first step in. the place buzzes with chatter, indie music adding to the atmosphere. in your head, you just place beomgyu as the one in charge of the playlist. what? it suits him...

you slide onto a stool at the counter, watching beomgyu buzz around, too busy to notice your arrival. it really is a hectic morning, cups clinking, espresso machine whirring. and then, much to your entertainment, you get to witness how beomgyu himself feels about hectic mornings.

you perk up in your seat to overhear an old lady yelling at him, “this is a health violation, young man. if i got burned, who'd pay for my hospital bills? me? because of your negligence? absolutely not. your bosses? they wouldn’t be pleased, either” she says, her tone entitled and high pitched. "you're lucky i'm an understanding woman, if it was someone else, you would have found yourself in serious trouble. now bring me my lukewarm latte, the one i asked for!"

beomgyu, bless him, keeps performing the stiffest apologetical bows you've ever seen. “i'm terribly sorry, ma’am." he says through gritted teeth. "but my bosses wouldn’t like it if i wasted perfectly good coffee. so, if you could maybe blow on it, perhaps science would cool it down for you and you’d be doing the coffee shop worker lobby a huge favor,” he says, voice strained.

you bite your lip to avoid laughing. he's funny. and his purposefully failed attempt at diplomacy just so endearing. just as you are about to try to get his attention and say hi, another customer, this time sitting on a stool on the counter near you, edges trying to get beomgyu's attention. "excuse me," the man calls out a few times without being heard, a hint of frustration in his voice. "kid, would you take my order?"

after increasing insistence, beomgyu finally does notice him, but he doesn’t even glance his way. “oh, i'm sorry," he snaps, "nothing would make me happier than taking your order right now, good sir, but i'm on table waiting duty, so i can't attend to you. however, my workmate should be out soon. JAY, YOU WORK HERE, REMEMBER?” he yells into the kitchen.

you feel a pang of sympathy for beomgyu and figure this is clearly not the best time to distract him, so you make a mental note to grab your coffee and catch up with him later when things are less busy.

beomgyu goes back to darting around, apron askew, stress lines etched deep. then out comes his alleged co-worker, jay, as reads his name tag. without a worry in the world, begins taking orders like it's a walk in the park.

jay attends the good sir sitting near you whom beomgyu had left in a profound sate of aggravation, "so rude, that kid. won't be getting my tip." he had said.

but when jay spots you, his whole attitude changes, like his job became interesting all of the sudden. "morning, madame," he says with this sparkle in his eye.

"morning, sir," you shoot back.

"i'm park jay and i'll be your waiter this morning," he declares, leaning in with a smile. "

"how fancy," you chuckle.

"nothing but the best for our beloved customers," he says. "and i´d like to inform you that we have a strict get-to-know-your-waiter policy in this establishment. so, it's my duty to let you know that i'm a tauro, my blood type is b, and my phone number is—” he stops dramatically. "you're not taking notes."

"well, park jay, tauro, type b, phone number holder…” you start, teasingly apologetic. "i regret to inform you that i just wanted to grab my coffee and go. not really into getting to know my waiter..."

"ouch, come on, please…” jay pleads, "i'm literally so charming.”

"you're not gonna guilt me into it, are you?" you tease back, arching an eyebrow.

"listen, it's for a good cause, just do me the favour. see that blackboard over there?" jay points to this board split between two halves, one reading jay, the other reading beomgyu, both with tally marks stacked high under both names. "my coworker and i have this bet… i need to catch up on numbers to win. so, if you could help a poor man make a living…“

you glance at the board, and it's like beomgyu's winning by a landslide. feeling a bit charitable, you decide to help a guy out. "alright, fine. got a pen?" you concede, a smile playing on your lips.

jay digs out a pen from his apron and hands it over. "i've got paper, too…"

"but drawing on your skin is more fun," you counter with a laugh. "you get one extra point for romanticism.”

jay beams, looking over at beomgyu, who's still hustling. "hey, choi beomgyu! i'm catching up!"

"oh, shut up! in case you haven't noticed, i'm working to make the actual tips that we're gonna live on, so just–“ beomgyu shoots back, voice strained, but then he spots you and drops everything. he rushes over and watches you write your number on jay's forearm in a deep state of panic, like he has to put out a fire but doesn't know how.

"what did this idiot promise you?" beomgyu blurts out, sounding all jittery. "don't listen to him, it's a scam. don't go out with him."

"i wasn't planning on going out with him. it's just charity work," you reassure beomgyu, a hint of amusement in your tone. "you're a ruthless player," you tell him, singling towards the blackboard with your head.

"dude, you're trying to sabotage me. that's cheating." jay complains, but beomgyu isn't listening, his focus entirely on you.

"hey, i've got a little break just now, if you wanna... hang out, while you have your coffee..." he mumbles, scratching his neck.

"sure! i haven’t ordered yet though..." you reply.

"beomgyu's break doesn’t start until like, an hour from now," jay chimes in, seemingly oblivious to beomgyu´s intentions.

beomgyu shoots him a glare that can peel paint. "just take her order," he mutters through gritted teeth.

"dude, are you gonna leave me alone with the place packed?" jay protests, looking aggrieved at the thought.

"it's just fifteen minutes. you came in an hour late today. take her fucking order," beomgyu insists.

"whatever," jay mutters, turning to you. "what can i get you, my situationship?”

“she’s not your situationship…” beomgyu mumbles, almost inaudibly, as he rolls his eyes.

"iced espresso," you reply, fishing your wallet out of your bag.

"no, don’t. it’s on the house," beomgyu interjects, stopping you from taking your money out.

"what? no, it's fine, really. besides, jay needs the money, he’s a man in need," you argue, trying to make light of the situation.

"i mean it. let me pay for you, please. take it as a welcoming gift," beomgyu insists, his cheeks flushing slightly. and he seems so happy to pay for you that you relent, tucking your wallet away.

he leads you outside, towards the outdoor bar counter. "it'll be more comfortable than here, with all the bustle," he says. and so you both take a seat outside, facing the sea.

almost accidentally, your eyes fixate on beomgyu, as you take time to fully notice that adorable mess the company calls a uniform. a white polo shirt with those cute little baby blue stripes under an apron, also in baby blue. white shorts paired with high socks sporting the joint logo, and to top it off, the hello kitty band-aid decorating his left knee.

he has muscular legs that might have been considered manly had they not been clad in toddler attire. and oh, the literal crown of the ensemble, that tiny ivy cap perched on his head, proudly flaunting that ridiculous logo. you take a sip on your coffee to disguise your giggles, but you almost choke on it when the comedically implications of the outfit get to you.

"what is it?" he asks like a lost puppy.

"you look like a backyardigan,” you mumble.

at lightning bold speed, beomgyu scrambles to rid himself of the silly hat, tousling his long hair with his fingers right after. he's so pretty, you regret laughing at him.

but your giggles must have been somewhat contagious, as he can't help but grin, too. "i look like capitalism incarnated,” he groans, shaking his head, "you know, when i told you you should come by, it didn't dawn on me that you’d be seeing me dressed like this. i’m basically doraemon. i promise i’m usually cool.” 

"it's definitely an improvement without the newsie hat," you assure him before staring for perhaps a second too long. you remember beomgyu from middle school, this wimpy kid with a bowl cut. but now... with his sharp jawline, and his pretty eyelashes... "y-you look good with long hair." you tell him. its all you manage to get out.

"thanks," he mumbles, cheeks turning a shade of pink the coffee shop joint would've loved on a uniform. "you..." he starts, like maybe he wants to say something else, to return the compliment, somehow. but he chooses to stay silent. shit. you made it weird just now, did you?

you quickly change the subject, eager to steer away from the embarrassment. "s-so, long shift today?"

"until lunch," he shrugs. "what about you?"

"same. but i doubt its gonna be as packed as this place. nothing i can't handle." you say.

"are you... walking home afterwards?" he asks, fidgeting with his fingers. for no particular reason.

"oh, hyuka's probably gonna swing by to pick me up." you say.

"you're hanging out with him today?" beomgyu asks. again, for no particular reason.

"yeah," you reply. "but I'm not really sure what the plan is. probably just hanging at home. you know, when we were kids, he was totally anti-beach. that's why he looks like snow white."

"he's still not a fan," beomgyu confirms with a grin. "he's never leaves his room if he can avoided it. he dwells there like a little sun-allergic troll, playing animal crossing and overwatch... he's a dork..."

"sure," you scoff, "and you're his best friend but you're literally so cool, unlike him..."

"whatever are you trying to imply?" he takes a hand to his chest, feigning offence. but in his lips dances a smile so playful it just drags you along with it.

"i'm trying to imply that you're a stinky dorky gamer," you point out.

"i'm not a 'stinky dorky gamer,'" beomgyu says in mock tone. "i'm nowhere near as obsessed as kai,"

"aw, big guy beomgyu who's literally dressed like pororo doesn't have a gaming obsession," you pout. "is this you confirming that hyuka is better than you at overwatch?"

he gasps dramatically. "you've gone too far. i'm an acclaimed player. mythological, even. kai is just a chatty loser."

"i don't buy it," you reply skeptically. "i´ve seen hyuka play. it´s life or death to him..."

"well, actions speak louder than words," he grins.

"alright, so drop by this afternoon and prove it,"

"maybe i will," he scorns, but his expression turns hesitant. "are you sure kai won't mind? i mean, you just got here and... i don't want to intrude or anything. he might find it awkward."

"why would he? you're best friends, aren't you? he says you're like a brother to him" you say. "and therefore i regret to inform you that you're family to me, too."

"yep," he replies, delivering the driest, most strained yep in the history of yeps. "family."

"and also, my grandma will be happy to see you." you tell him. "she likes you quite a bit," you tell him with a chuckle.

"oh, does she?" he replies, eyebrow perking up.

"yeah, she thinks you're so handsome, she couldn't stop gushing about you during breakfast."

"oh, woah..." his smile spreads, but beneath it, a flicker of fluster danced in his eyes. "well, you got me. most of the numbers i got for the bet belong to women over sixty."

"really?"

"no," he chuckles with a dismissive shake of his head. "but it's not like i'm calling all those numbers, either, please don't think of me like that. i'm just—"

"a boy who's both pretty and funny. its the natural order of things," you interject. family. echo your own voice in your mind.

"i..." beomgyu stares at his fingers with a soft smile. "i was gonna say i'm just trying to win the bet, you know, because of the money. but thanks." you can imagine him getting all flustered like that at compliments from other girls as well, every one who gave him her number, but you wish this were an accomplishment of just you. it was wishful thinking, you knew, but still... "its no use, anyway."

"what, looks and personality?" you ask, a smirk playing at your lips, "what do you mean its no use, its pretty much the package."

"you should know. you were never the kind of girl who liked... pretty boys," he says. that's why i always hoped i would have a chance with you when i was little and an absolute loser.

"its not that i didn't like them. i just didn't think i had the right to like them," you reply, your tone tinged with resignation as you stare into your coffee. "i thought it would be so ridiculous of me to fall for someone, you know, out of my league. like subconsciously, i just erased myself from the game."

"there are no leagues, come on... anyone with a milligram of a genuine personality knows there are no leagues," he counters, his voice gentle yet firm.

"but there are," you insist, gaze still fixed on the dark liquid in your cup. "and kids are just mean."

"you mean... about the video?" his cautious inquiry hungs in the air.

"i don't really wanna talk about it..." you trail off, "i'm sorry for making this, you know, gloomy," you say as you fail to lighten the mood with a nervous laugh. he shakes his head profusely to then stare at you, waiting for you to keep talking. "my point is that there are leagues, based on whatever superficial reason, but they exist. and i only ever tried to play on a higher league once in my life. and it went horribly. i'm sure you remember it, it spread around the school like wildfire, that cool boy from middle school, choi—" 

but you're interrupted.

"dude, please hit me up with some coffee asap. i barely slept and the kids are driving me crazy..." his voice cut through the air, sunglasses hiding whatever exhaustion lurked beneath.

"yeonjun, i... i'm kinda on my break right now," beomgyu replies, his discomfort palpable.

you can't keep your eyes away from him. he hasn't changed a bit. well, except for those broader shoulders and that more chiseled jawline. but it’s not like that's a downgrade. choi yeonjun; your childhood crush and remarkable heartthrob. if the entire world population had participated on the number collecting bet, choi yeonjun would've won.

but beomgyu is not nearly as thrilled about his appearance as you are. "jay is working inside, he'll take your order." he tells yeonjun. you just stay quiet, staring at choi yeonjun like he's a god descended from the heavens, not daring to say a word in his presence.

"please, beomgyu, you make the best coffee," yeonjun pleads, his lips forming a pout. "jay's ass is gonna serve me stained water... i really need the good stuff."

"if you hadn't gone out knowing you had work the next day—"

"what are you talking about? you were gonna go out too, but you chickened out last minute," yeonjun retorts, his tone defiant. 

"i had something to do, alright?" beomgyu defends himself.

"at 2 am on a thursday? something or someone?"

"like it's your business if i was with a girl..." beomgyu mutters, almost to himself.

"it's not, but you bailed on us without saying anything,"

"dude, you do that all the time!"

"but you don't!" yeonjun counters. "so either you slept with someone really embarrassing to admit, or you're the batman."

"i was at huening's, alright?" beomgyu finally gives in.

"huening was knocked out, he didn’t answer a single one of my texts," yeonjun dismisses with a wave of his hand. "nor soobin´s nor anyone's."

"i... was hanging out with her," beomgyu admits, finally dragging the attention towards you.

"oh." yeonjun says. "well, if it isn't a her. i don't think i know you." he smiles.

"you do," beomgyu interjects, his tone carrying a hint of aggression. and he's about to tell him where yeonjun knows you from. to tell him you're that girl he probably remembers with pity. that stupid little girl who confessed to him with naive hope.

it was probably the most embarrassing moment of your life, the evening you asked choi yeonjun out. what were you even thinking at the time? that he'd suddenly want to date you? that he'd fall head over heels for you? you remember his face, the discomfort evident as he gently turned you down—the only time you ever saw him act awkwardly around a girl. of course, everyone found out, and of course, you were the butt of the joke for the following months. so you send a pleading look to beomgyu, asking him to just keep it quiet. and beomgyu, though not too happy to oblige, lets it go.

but yeonjun´s mind is working on something else. he's wearing shades, so you can't possibly know he's checking you out... but, oh dear, is he. "so you... got together last night, or something?" yeonjun asks cautiously.

"no." you rush to say, too fast for beomgyu´s heart not to shatter a little. "just friends."

"right..." he trails off. "beomgyu, pretty please, go make me the coffee," yeonjun requests, his covered eyes are fixated on you.

beomgyu glances at you, then at yeonjun, then back at you, before finally rolling his eyes and heading off to make the damn coffee.

and as he disappears into the shop, yeonjun takes the place that was beomgyu´s leaning a little closer to you. "so apparently i do know you, but from where?" he inquires, his tone laced with amusement, his lips curling into an easy smile. "i'm really sorry... i very rarely forget a face, but i'm running on almost no sleep."

caught off guard, you shift uncomfortably, feeling a flush creeping up your cheeks. you have to tell him. just rip the bandaid off now, before it gets dirtier and stickier. now that beomgyu´s not here, so there are no witnesses in case you make a total fool of yourself.

but you don't get time to introduce yourself, he's not stupid. recognition flickers in his eyes, and hidden behind those shades you just don't need to see his expression because you know it. its forever stuck in your mind. congratulations, you're the only human being on earth who has made choi yeonjun not once but twice in your lifespan.

"oh," he says, a hint of surprise coloring his voice. "so you're… wait, alright, wait." he pinches at his brows. "gimme a moment, wait..."

"s-sorry, what?" you ask, utterly confused.

"i need to come up with a new strategy, i..." he begins to say, his mock worried expression turning into a smirk, "how can i ask you out without sounding like a total jerk... wait, ill come up with something good, i promise."

and if he's being a jerk under some possible light, you're too flustered to notice. "just... let me know if you come up with something good."

"i can just go with the classics, you know... are you free at eight?" he asks, and you're a smiling mess.

but then you realise. time exists, and it goes by, and you're late to your first day at work, shit. "shit," you voice out. "i'm late, i gotta rush to work!" you say.

"come on, cinderella, it was a yes or no question..." he says, but your mind is somewhere else. you check you have everything with you, phone, purse, wallet, and start preparing to leave.

"i really have to go, but ill see you around, alright?" you rush. and if he adds something or complains further, you don't hear it. "oh, wait. tell beomgyu i had to go," you ask before leaving. little do you know how naive of a request it is. he's not gonna tell beomgyu shit, of course he isn't.

but as you run towards the book shop –and don't worry, it's literally two stores away, you're good,– a smile tugs at your lips. choi yeonjun, choi yeonjun asked you out. or at least he tried to. choi yeonjun.

is going out with yeonjun a good idea? we´re not sure. you're gonna have to give it a thought throughout the morning at work.

NEXT PART (coming soon)

[leftclown]

So now I'm gonna move on and actually describe an experience I have had as a trans man who is currently detransitioned due to financial status. This experience involves both misogyny and transphobia, and I'm not really here to debate weather or not I Can experience these things, instead I'm just going to share it.

So I guess somewhat important context to this is that I am rather feminine by appearence. If you encountered me in the wild you'd think I was the hoodie and cookie monster pajama girl from high school. My partner, also not currently receiving gender affirming care passes a bit better than me. He at the very least gives people pause or incites confusion. Usually, though, people just assume he's a young man.

I was going to get a state ID because I had moved recently to another state. My ID from my previous state had my gender marked as M because I went through the due process to get that done. New home state has a policy that if youre from out of state you have to get your ID processed at the police station. My partner is also trans and had gone a week prior to get his done, and they had respected his ID's gender marker, moving all of his information from the out of state record.

I go in and of course I am marked F, so upon reviewing it I said thats incorrect, because my ID says M. We go back and forth and I eventually produce my partner's ID and say "you did it for him just last week". Big mistake on my part because I'm honestly still learning how not to give people like this the benefit of the doubt. Regardless, they go to their manager to figure out what to do.

A few minutes later I am called alone into the managers office. Here's a shortlist of this meeting;

-Thet confiscated my partners ID without him present

-Told me my due process didn't matter, that I can only change it if I had a letter saying I had already had SRS.

-Took my previous ID and voided it so I couldn't change my birth certificate

-Made me submit my ID as F

-Tell me my partner has to come in to correct his to F as well

This all happens very quickly, and I try to advocate for myself and lose. By the end of it, I am crying a bit and I mutter to myself "This is fucking insane".

This is the part that really fucked me up.

The manager stepped forward toward me, holding her hands in that defensive position, the one cops to do say 'I'm calm but prepared to use force', you know where they tilt their hips forward and rest their hands on the front of their belt. She tells me "I understand you're upset, but there is no swearing in here."

I am a nearly 30 year old MAN. And she is trying to tell me not to swear like I'm some teenager giving her lip.

"I'm not from here, this is just how I talk" I say, not yet realizing that she is trying to instigate. She prods this issue again, trying to detract me, trying to get me to cuss more. Trying to rile me up. I become quiet and still, thank them for their time and leave. She called me Sweetheart as I left.

And there is nothing I can do in this situation. Im dealing with cops in a red state. There's nothing I can do but cave to the authority because my plans are bigger than this. Because to further advocate is to put myself in danger and she made that very clear by drawing a line at me swearing. So I submit.

Submitting in a situation like this feels like your power is being taken from you. Like they are physically removing something from your arms and trying to get it back would be a major risk. It's not just that someone is stepping on me, it's that theyre telling me politely to get on the ground so I can be stepped on. It felt especially oppressive in this scenario, but it always feels like this. In the workplace, in social group, in family, a trans man is the least respectable thing you can be because not only are you a woman, but you're a crazy, damaged woman and if you're me you get ire for being a waste of a pretty face.

There's always a timeline too, it can be long or short but it always goes like this; People receive me initially with feigned tolerance and some mild comparisons to my partner's masculinity. Then they start poking and pushing and trying to see if I'm really a trans man in ways they think is subtle but to me is very unsubtle. Eventually, when they've disrespected me to the point of reacting emotionally, they act like they've gotten their gotcha moment because I've displayed the Ultimate Thing that makes you Not A Man: Tears. Most of them don't even need to get to there to conclude I'm a trender because well if I'm already almost 30 and haven't transitioned, I must not want it bad enough.

I'm sharing this story not just because it displays the intersections of being a trans man, how hard it is to obtain respect and how fragile that respect is, but also because I know there are guys out there who are like me. I see you, you with the puffy lips and round hips, you who can't transition right now, you who feels like he's waiting for a some day, for a time when it's just okay to exist out there and be treated with the basic fucking dignity of telling someone "Hi, I'm Dave" and having them reply without looking at your tits first. Who has beat himself up in the quiet hours for years for being too emotional, too feminine, feeling assaulted by the way the world wants to commodify your body and demonize your mind. You deserve to be seen and respected.

[sanctum-of-ramshackle]

It’s Play Time!

[TWST AU]: An MC/Yuu from the Indie Horror Game, Poppy Playtime.

[Synopsis]: In this timeline, a special little toy takes on an adventure through Twisted Wonderland.

Gender Neutral MC/Yuu (They/Them)

[(A/N)]: I saw someone mentioned the game mixed with an MC/Yuu. I’m writing my own interpretation as an AU and basing some from theory videos on YouTube. Credits goes to the anon on @/twistedoverbloat’s blog.

Back in their world, MC/Yuu was one of many researchers and other scientists working for Playtime Co.’s founder/creator/CEO, Elliot Ludwig.

They had an accident at the lab, causing them to be unconscious. MC/Yuu should have be taken to the hospital, but Ludwig and everyone decided to use their body for experiments; turning into a living toy as the size of Poppy.

This pushed them off the edge and decided to escape the lab so they can turn themselves in to the police and hopefully an investigation starts and prevent more experiments.

Then one day at the factory, Experiment 1006 escaped and caused a massacre. Since then, the factory was left abandoned with haunting memories.

After decades of being trapped within the factory’s walls, PP!MC/Yuu roamed through the halls, avoiding the other experiments as they’re on the loose. (They can also recognize them as one of the people working on the toys.) Of course they missed a step and fell into the abyss.

Waking up, they found themselves trapped in a coffin until Grim blows open the lid. They both scared each other.

“Unbelievable. An actual talking cat.”

“Who ya callin’ a cat, doll-face?!”

“Hey! It’s not my fault I got stuck in this body! I never ask for it!”

Then Crowley came to find the missing students. PP!MC/Yuu and Grim hid behind the coffin, waited for “that strange bird-man” to leave.

After he leaves, the two decided to follow him.

They were led to the a room filled with people in dark cloaks.

Just as Crowley was informing the Dark Mirror about the absent student, PP!MC/Yuu decides to speaks up.

“Excuse me! I think you’re looking for either one of us.”

Everyone looks down at the living toy.

“I know what you’re thinking. It seems weird to witness a living child’s toy and to be honest, I don’t know how you will react to me standing before you.”

Dead silence. Not a word spoken until Crowley breaks the tension.

“Are you supposed to be the missing student?”

“A student? I already graduated from my university. Honestly, where am I and how I got here?”

After the dorm sorting ceremony, Crowley kept asking PP!MC/Yuu with more questions.

“You’re telling me, I’m stuck in this world filled with magic? Like real magic?”

“Well, Night Raven College is one of the most prestigious academies in Twisted Wonderland.”

“…So like H*gw*arts?”

“What?”

Then after the misunderstanding is cleared up, Crowley “promised” to find their way back home. Until then, it seems PP!MC/Yuu has to stay in the Ramshackle dorm and might as well find a way to survive attending NRC.

Bonus: PP!MC/Yuu wants to keep Grim by their side as a student too because…

PP!MC/Yuu: He has nowhere else to go. Pleeeease let him stay. *Activates big teary puppy eyes*

Crowley: *Can’t resist the eyes* Fine, fine! That raccoon will stay.

PP!MC/Yuu: Alright!

Grim: Again, I’m not a raccoon!

[Main Street]

Ace: *Laughing at PP!MC/Yuu* You’re so small!

PP!MC/Yuu: *Kicks his shin hard*

Ace: Ow! Whatcha do that for?

PP!MC/Yuu: Just because I’m small doesn’t mean I can kick shit.

[Cafeteria]

[PP!MC/Yuu was telling stories of their old life.]

PP!MC/Yuu: I was an 90s kid. I remember one toy that gave me the creeps. Her huge hyper-realism eyes and stretchy limbs. Oh god, she’s nightmare fuel. When I started working at the company’s labs, my instincts were right after seeing the living being of childhood trauma.

Grim: Are ya gonna eat that? *Points at their food*

PP!MC/Yuu: You can have it. I don’t have to eat to survive as my digestive system is wired differently.

Deuce: So you never tried leaving your workplace?

PP!MC/Yuu: I have, but they caught me every single time. The final attempt was on the day one experiment escaped. I’ll never forget the screams of the co-workers.

Ace: *Lost his appetite* Did you have to tell these stories during lunch?

PP!MC/Yuu: *Shrugs* You were curious about my life before coming here, so yeah.

[Alchemy Class]

PP!MC/Yuu: *Brews the exact potion*

Crewel: Good job, puppy. You brew the correct potion for today’s assignment.

PP!MC/Yuu: Oh, it’s nothing. I was a researcher back home so it was easy to start. Especially familiarizing herbs.

Grim: Yahoo! We did it! *His tail swished accidentally knocks them off*

PP!MC/Yuu: AHH-! *Falls into the cauldron*

Crewel: *Sighs* I will start brewing a reversal potion.

[In the hallways]

PP!MC/Yuu: Listen here you…I can’t talk like this. Can someone pick me up?

Jack: *Lifts up PP!MC/Yuu to meet Sebek’s eye level*

PP!MC/Yuu: Thank you, Jack. Now listen here, you offensive cabbage-head!

Sebek: *Offended by the nickname* EXCUSE ME?!

[P.E.]

PP!MC/Yuu: Magic broomsticks? It’s one of many things I wished for as a kid.

Epel: Hop on. I’ll show you the tricks to riding one.

PP!MC/Yuu: Okay!

[Minutes later]

Epel: *Lands back on the field* How’d like your first ride?

PP!MC/Yuu: *Clenching onto Epel’s shoulders* NEVER FLY ME UP THERE AGAIN!

Epel: HUH?!

[Mini Lore: They discovered flying on magic broomsticks is not as fun as what H*rry P*tter did back in H*gw*arts.]

[Botanical Garden]

PP!MC/Yuu: *Walking by*

[Then PP!MC/Yuu hears a sounds of a crying child. They walked faster to find the source and sees the kid sitting on a bench bawling his eyes out.]

PP!MC/Yuu: *Walks towards the child and looks up* Hey, little one. Are you okay?

Cheka: *Sniffs and looks down* Hm?

PP!MC/Yuu: ‘It seems he’s calming down.’ I’m MC/Yuu. You look very sad. Tell me why you’re crying and maybe I can help you.

Cheka: *SNIFFS* I-I got lost and can’t find Oji-tan… *Tearing up again*

PP!MC/Yuu: ‘Oji-tan?’ Oh! Don’t cry anymore, little one. I see you’re looking for someone. Could you tell me who is the person you’re supposed to be with? Like hair color, eye color, or other features.

Cheka: My Oji-tan is tall, green eyes and has dark long hair.

PP!MC/Yuu: Leona? You’re looking for him. I think I know where he is.

Cheka: *Wipes his tears* Really?

PP!MC/Yuu: Of course!

Cheka: *Grabs PP!MC/Yuu and runs off to find his Oji-tan*

PP!MC/Yuu: Whoa! Wait!

Cheka: We are coming, Oji-tan!

[An hour later]

PP!MC/Yuu: Leona! How could you leave your nephew behind?

Leona: Oh, hey.

PP!MC/Yuu: Cheka was lost around the school and I was the one who found him. I mean where are his parents or some guardian?

Leona: Cheka wanted to see me.

PP!MC/Yuu: Okay, then where’s the responsible adult?

Leona: You.

PP!MC/Yuu: What?

Leona: You found him and since you claimed to be an adult. You’re looking out for him.

PP!MC/Yuu: *Grits their teeth in anger* Leona…

Cheka: Then can I play with you?

PP!MC/Yuu: Now wait a minute-

Leona: Of course you can. After all, they’re fun to play with.

Cheka: YEAH!

PP!MC/Yuu: LEONA!!!

[Then Cheka proceeds to play with PP!MC/Yuu during his stay. PP!MC/Yuu just thinks of bashing Leona with a toy hammer.]

[Heartstabyul]

PP!MC/Yuu: Back in my time, there wasn’t any smartphones or tablets you guys have now. I had a Nokia and other pagers for my old job. Now, ever since Crowley gave me a phone when Holiday Break started, I’m still unfamiliar with the technology.

Cater: Aww. Are you asking Cay-kun for his help?

PP!MC/Yuu: Yes, please. I only know how to texts others and I need to catch up.

Cater: Of course! I’ll show you everything you need for your phone. You can ask me anything.

PP!MC/Yuu: Alright, quick question. What is “IDGAF”? Ace texted those letters in a group chat he created for the first years.

Cater: Oh! That’s a bad phrase you don’t want to know.

PP!MC/Yuu: Cater, I’m an adult trapped in a toy’s body. What is it?

Cater: I don’t give a fuck.

PP!MC/Yuu: …Well, that was rude.

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[mischief-lies-and-stories]

Loki spin-off ideas

I'm going to preface this by saying, I do not think we will ever get a Loki spin-off. But that doesn't mean I can't think about all the great possibilities there could be. And also I am quickly running out of ideas again.

Spoilers for Loki.

TVA workplace comedy, featuring B-15 Verity, Casey, OB, on occasion Sylvie and Mobius, and introducing new (queer) characters. Casey and OB stumble their way into a relationship, Verity once and for all establishes that she can detect lies, Mobius is sad until in the season finale (with special guest star Tom Hiddleston!) someone figures out how to get him to Loki. And we get Lokius in the last ten seconds, because they pull a Will Shatner and purposely ruin every other take that isn't them making the fuck out.

TVA training shorts, featuring Miss Minutes (ugh), reminiscent of those high school PSAs they made Cap do ("So you got detention," etc.), but animated in the style of the introductory video Loki watched in the first episode. You could also have a second season of them as an updated version following the dissolution of the Sacred Timeline and how the branches are seen as good things now. Maybe the new ones are narrated by members of the Time Revengers, since Miss Minutes is still being rehabilitated. (I'm still deciding if the idea of listening to Mobius tell the story of how the multiversal tree was created would be heartbreaking even if he managed to remain professional and not break down in tears, or if it would be really sweet that he gets assigned that video.)

Lokis in the void, following mainly Kid Loki and (if we retcon it, set this before the show, or he somehow survived) Classic Loki, but also ridiculous schemes of President Loki (yuck, no thank you) that constantly get thwarted. The B-plot is Alligator Loki sneaking off and getting up to some shit in an anti-Perry the Platypus running gag. (Wait, maybe I just want a Phineas and Ferb parody where every character is a Loki and it takes place in the void. That could be so stupid it's hilarious.)

Classic Loki in Valhalla please I need it. Like we start similarly to the events of my fic After, where Classic Loki arrives in Valhalla and reunites at long last with Thor (don't ask me how, I know technically his timeline was reset). Then the show continues with Classic Loki and Thor getting up to hijinks in Valhalla, maybe scheming to break out of Valhalla (a storyline for Loki in various contexts I've played around with a few times). We could have different characters from the Thor movies and comics in Valhalla, but since they're all dead, they're all played by older actors. You could make some easy, low-hanging old jokes (back pain every time they use their weapon, etc.), but they're gods and they're dead, so technically they should be fine. They're just old and dead. (But like, Tony Stark is for sure in Valhalla, too. You could have some frostiron going on. Or Fandral. He's there, too, Ewing.)

Mobius's adventures in the multiverse, just episodes of him traveling through time and experiencing it (I'm realizing now that this is basically just the premise for Doctor Who...). Also going on in this series is obviously Mobius missing Loki and looking for a way to get to him. Of course (because this is my show and I say so), the series would end with them reuniting and confessing and staying together, either in the tree if need be or in the wider multiverse if Loki is able to leave the tree. And there would certainly be episodes throughout the show featuring the other members of our Time Revengers. Maybe the workplace comedy and this show are occurring simultaneously. (Like one episode of TVA someone's like "Where's Verity?" "Oh she's on a mission." And you're like oh the actor has a break or is filming something else, and then later that week the episode of Mobius airs and THERE'S VERITY!)

Sylvie in Broxton. That's it, that's the show. Just Sylvie living her best life in the small town, working at McDonald's, hanging out at Lyle's record store, ignoring 90% of the calls on her TemPad (unless it's Mobius, because in spite of herself, she's a little worried about him).

[morimess]

So I went back and rewatched all of the Hachetfield stuff, and now I have some ✨questions✨ and also possible ✨theories✨

(I don't know how much has been talked about before in theory circles, so go easy on me if these are widely accepted theories or questions that have been answered a million times before)

1- The LiB and their altars

Ok, so first off we know there are 5 black altars and 5 LiB- it only makes sense that each altar was dedicated to one LiB in particular- but can be used as a general altar if the need calls for it.

I believe we can determine which altar belongs to which LiB by where that Lord showed up first in the series.

So Pokey's altar is the Starlight Theater, Wiggly's was the old mill (now Lakeside Mall), and Tinky's was The Gazette (in Time Bastard, we learn the Gazette eventually turns into CCRP- Paul and Ted's workplace), Nibbly's is the Waylon place, and Blinky's is Hachetfield High.

I'm pretty sure Nibbly's is the Waylon place because in Honey Queen, the CotSC bring Linda to the middle of nowhere for her to be possessed by Nibbly. I'm gonna run under the assumption that the Church would almost certainly bring her to one of the altars for such an important ceremony- but none of the other altars fit such an out-of-the-way description.

I also think that Blinky would LOVE the drama that goes on behind the scenes of a Hachetfield High, and something about him having an amusement park also tells me that he may enjoy watching drama between children more than he does adults.

2- Grace Chastity may have a touch of "the gift"

My main reasons for thinking this comes from Abstinence Camp and NPMD.

First, Grace was able to get the ax-man to turn on Jerry and Jeri after a single conversation. The ax-man also gave her his ax as a symbol of passing the torch to her to protect the woods. I don't think that would have happened without a little intervention.

Secondly, after the scene with Richie's death, Grace wakes up and says she saw Max- looking angry and not hot at all- and while I do believe it was mainly played for laughs, SHE STILL SAW HIM. I don't know if it *was* just a dream, but dreams have been used as shorthand for having "the gift" before, and I don't believe in coincidence with these shows.

I don't think she has a strong version of "the gift" but I do believe that it's enough that her having the black book will end up being a problem for everyone else.

3- Was the "ghost" of Ethan really a ghost?

This one may seem strange, but Ethan died pretty violently in BF- and he was also at an altar when it happened. That vision Hannah saw of him- was it just a puppet of Wiggly, or was it a little closer to what Max is?

Is Max just more powerful because he made a more violent promise as his last words?

4- The entirety of season 2 is the same timeline

This one is pretty self-explanatory, but the main gist is that, if it happened in season 2, then it falls on one timeline in the Hachetfield saga.

Yellow Jacket is the last event in this timeline, and it starts with Perky's Buds.

Every story in this timeline mentions the Honey Festival. While at the Honey Festival, we get clear signs that things tie together.

In PB- Ziggs is making the pin-up girl specifically to be their mascot to present at the festival.

In AC- I'm pretty sure Steph says that she's going to miss the Honey Festival

HQ- this one is obvious.

Daddy- the mother says she's going to pick up a new father from the Honey Festival- she comes back with Ted.

KT- Ted and the mother flirting. Zoey's roommate asking for something that will ruin Zoey's voice.

YJ- young Sherman sitting on the counter at toy zone.

That's most of them for now- I have other thoughts, but none want to come to me rn. I may update this later with more.

[danisbrainrot]

Hi I was wondering if you can please do one with Johanna having a crush on her neighbour who's a single mom, nurse, ones she asks Johanna to baby-sit her kid cuz she get en emergency shift Johanna say yes, and how they become friends and how Johanna get the corrige to tell reader her feelings, and then them just being lovey dovey

Reader's kid is a mischievous, witty kid and maybe around 4 yo

a/n: I always find it hilarious when people say modern au about the hunger games to mean the au is happening now, so I used present time instead because I feel that's more accurate. sorry if that's not what you meant, anon, if you wanted it set in the hunger games timeline I'll totally write something similar.

present time! au. johanna x female!reader

you sighed in relief as you heard the knock on the door. grabbing your keys and a water bottle, you flung the door open and wrapped your arms around johanna. "thank you, thank you, thank you so much. you're a lifesaver, honestly," you praised, squeezing her tightly.

"anytime," johanna promised, mourning when you finally pulled away from her. a small body made its way in between the two of you, clinging to your leg desperately.

your toddler pouted up at you, causing your heart to melt. you crouched to their level, tucking a strand of hair behind their ear and kissing their cheek. "I know, I'm so sorry, bubba. but mummy's gotta work," you coo. "johanna's here though. she'll have so much fun with you, I promise."

the little girl shook her head, not letting go until johanna teasingly sighed. "well, if you don't let your mum go, I guess I have to take my barbie's home," johanna held the desired toys up on display for the four year old.

"ok, bye mummy," she said quickly, almost pushing you out the door. you laughed, shaking you heard in amusement as you heard the door slam shut.

johanna found herself exhausted by the end of the night. she'd played barbie dolls with the toddler for a good twenty minutes, before your kid decided she was bored and wanted to do something else. they'd raided your closet for something to dress up in, then tried to bake a cake (which turned into a disaster once they realised neither of them could cook). finally they'd watched frozen together, as your daughter sang along to all the songs—johanna couldn't imagine how the young girl wasn't sick of this movie yet, considering this was her third watch and she already wanted to bash the tv against the wall. she'd didn't know how you were so patient.

it wasn't until late at night when your kid finally fell asleep. she snuggled into johanna's side, watching as bluey got up to some wacky adventure. johanna couldn't be more delighted to turn the tv off, finding her head leaning against the little one's, and her eyes fluttering shut.

the sound of keys in the door and you dragging yourself through the house woke johanna up. she groaned, checking her phone to see the time was five in the morning. she got up, replacing her body with a pillow for the kid to sleep on, and walked to the kitchen.

you were scourging the fridge for something to eat, before sighing and pulling out last night's leftovers. you put it in the microwave, watching in a trance like state as the container slowly turned around.

"how was your shift?" you almost jumped out of your skin at the question; you hadn't expected anyone to be awake.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" you ask, forgetting your food and moving to hug johanna. she just shook her head, squeezing you tightly. "it was shit. two car crashes and an outbreak of cholera in some workplace. we're so understaffed and they're stretching us thin—sorry, I should ask how you went. was she a good girl?"

"she was a sweetheart," johanna promises, finally pulling away from you. you sigh in relief, nodding as the annoying beep of the microwave interrupting your conversation. you sit at the table, scoffing down your dinner when johanna sits besides you and places a hand on yours. "I need to tell you something."

your eyes widen, wondering if something had happened while she was babysitting as you drop the fork in a panic. "is something wrong? did something happen to—"

"no, nothing is wrong. I just. . ." johanna sighes, rubbing her brows gently before looking up at you again, "I love you. I love the way you look after everyone, how you're always so kind—even when they definitely don't deserve it—and most importantly, I love your kid," you're taken aback at the confession.

johanna can feel her heart pounding as she waits for a response, but you're stunned into silence. you blink suddenly, trying to comprehend what she was saying, before parting your lips. "johanna. . . I—i don't know what to say," you reply honestly.

"you don't have to," she mumbles, getting up and walking away to conceal the blood running to her cheeks, scarlet with embarrassment. she knew it was a risk to confess her feelings—she knew there was a big chance they wouldn't be reciprocated—but still, she wore her heart on her sleeve.

you got up and grabbed her arm, pulling her back. "johanna, wait," you whisper, coming face to face with her. you stare deeply into her eyes, trying to detect any hesitation or concern. when you see only her loving gaze, you lean forward and smash your lips onto hers. "I love you too," you mumble against her lips, before kissing her passionately again.

"is johanna gonna be my new mummy?" you both pull apart in shock, watching as your four year old wiped the sleep from her eyes.

you laugh, facing johanna and wiggling your eyebrows, before turning to face your daughter again. you crouch down to her level, pulling her in close and squeezing her tightly. "she sure is, baby," you whisper into her neck, as johanna crouches down beside you, embracing both you and your daughter.

[clonerightsagenda]

My workplace has a bunch of 20+ year old reference books that my boss won't let me weed even though no one needs an Encyclopedia of Computing from 2001 but I recently cracked open an ancient tome simply titled Chronology of Women and was baffled to learn that it included mythological figures and fictional women being created by men on its timeline (ex: 8 CE Ovid writes the story of Philomela in The Metamorphoses) but if those are in fact criteria for inclusion, an updated Chronology of Women can, should, and must contain the creation of Vriska

[rexbalistidae]

FINE ILL RAMBLE ABOUT IT

Blame @lesbiansupavillain for asking and @autistic-haven for starting this. I am forcing you both to read my posts because it’s yalls fault this happens.

Leslie is actually the first person candide talks to in shadow gov bc she shows her around. Obviously she is incapable of having a normal interaction with any woman so she’s immediately enamored by leslie. No one really likes candide bc she doesn’t talk and seems cold, but when you finally get her to speak she’s overly enthusiastic and off putting. While leslie was always polite with candide it wasn’t until she got fed up with her friends’ rude comments about her that she decided to go over and actually talk to her. This is about the time where they both start to develop feelings for each other beyond looks.

Problem is leslie has a boyfriend (I think my great great great grandfather was like a wattpad author or something bc it shows). Hes not in any way abusive or anything but he is a major dick. It’s a really bad comphet cut her a break guys. At some point she breaks up with him and leaves their apartment. Without anywhere to go for about a week guess who she stays with (this week’s yuri Friday will have nothing to do with this WINK WINK).

Anyways that’s around the point where they start dating. It’s supposed to be a secret but most ppl just silently know. And they’re together for a while until candide just breaks it off bc shes the world’s greatest self sabotager. For years candide does everything to avoid her. Both of them rank up in their fields with leslie now being a board leader and candide just uhhh, whatever she does but now significantly more intimidating.

At ep 6 they’re forced into close proximity again and while both drunk start talking again (this was one of my drawings actually). They’re not officially back together but I mean… they are.

Ok now I’m going down the alternate timeline route where leslie is still alive.

In ep 10 before everything goes down with scudworth trying to kill candide, she tells her to meet her outside but obviously she never shows up. But after that fiasco leslie does come back in and find everyone dead, where she puts it together that this was candides plan. Late at night she shows up at candides house because she again has no where to go.

They spend that summer shutting down all of the side branches of the shadow gov including candides old workplace which maybe will be a comic later.

That’s it I think. I tried to sum it up as best as I could. Kill me.

[fastlikealambo]

Since I am primarily writing for Stranger Things right now, here is my updated and pinned masterlist as of July 13th, 2023.

Lady Applejack Sent Me: Eddie Munson x  Sinclair! Reader  (completed.)

Summary: As the eldest Sinclair sibling, you’ve put up with a lot happening in your cursed little town.  But no one touches or threatens your siblings, your siblings friends, that now include your ex.

Takes place some time after jason’s little speech but does not follow the season four episode timeline so things may be out of order, don’t yell at me.  trigger warnings: violence, hurt/comfort, jason is his own warning to be honest. minors dni

part 1

part 2

Fall of 94′: Eddie Munson x Black Reader  Vol 1. ( completed.)

Summary: It’s been nearly 8 years since the events of hawkins and out of the entire party, the only one to stay behind is the one and only Eddie Munson. with a five year old daughter in tow, his life is a simple one, still trying to escape the dark cloud over him that never went away.

But when all too familiar hellish events start happening again eddie must team up with his daughter’s favorite and mysterious new teacher to protect his little girl and the town he owes nothing to.

warnings: violence,  gore, religious trauma, soft dom! eddie, discussions of mental health and ptsd, praise kink,  childhood trauma,  smut to end all smut,  hawkins indiana is a warning to me.

link to chapter one.

link to chapter two.

link to chapter three.

link to chapter four.

link to chapter five.

link to chapter six.

link to chapter seven.

link to chapter eight.

link to chapter nine.

link to chapter ten.

Bloodsinger: Vampire! Eddie Munson x Black Reader  ( in progress.)

Summary: Out of every news source in the country, the one and only lead singer of Corroded Coffin and self proclaimed vampire Eddie Munson has decided to do a sit down interview with The Hawkins Post. Instead of your boss, you’re sent to a mansion on Halloween Night and you’re in no way prepared for what’s in store.

Trigger Warnings: violence, gore, blood k!nk , a tinsy bit of cardiophilia if you squint, 80s workplace sexism

Inspired by: The Vampire Chronicles,  Dracula, Lost Boys, Vampire Diaries, Twilight, honestly every single vampire trope and cliche is in present and accounted for in this fic.

minors dni, I check.

link to chapter one.

link to chapter two.

link to chapter three.

link to chapter four sneak peek.

link to chapter four.

Grilled Cheese: Eddie Munson x Sinclair!Reader  (completed.)

Summary: You’re burned out and Eddie knows just how to fix that.

Trigger Warnings: burnout, sleepiness, cuddling

link.

Dinner: Eddie Munson x Black Reader  (completed.)

Summary: With a little help from your mom, Eddie surprises you with your favorite dinner. Just a sweet drabble born out of the fact my oxtail place was closed last night and I almost cried.

Trigger Warnings: None, just quick and sweet fluff

link.

Flowers: Eddie Munson x Black Reader ( completed.)

Summary: You buy your boyfriend flowers.  Why? Just cause. That’s it, that’s the whole drabble.  Has this been done before?

Trigger Warnings: None, this is again, entirely fluff, short and sweet.

link.

Amas Veritas: Robin Buckley x Black Reader ( in progress.)

Summary: Happily out Hawkins College graduate Robin Buckley swears on the Goddess that 90′ is gonna be her year.  She’s finally come into her powers, is the manager of the only occult store in Hawkins, and might pluck up the courage to ask the witch of her dreams out. Everything was going to plan until her best friends ask the twosome for their help with a rather unique problem.  Chaos ensues in this sapphic practical magic au that no one asked for.

Trigger Warnings: Other than violence, blood, and gore, this fic will be fluffy and completely safe for work.

Minors dni.

link to chapter one.

Hurts like Hell: Kas! Eddie x Sinclair! Reader (completed.)

Summary: You get word that the party has found Eddie alive but changed. In an effort to get him back to seeing reason, you put your life at risk to save your friends and if he’s still in there,  the man you love.

Trigger Warnings: Violence, discussions of mental health, blood, mentions of pregnancy

link.

Eddie Munson x Sinclair! Reader Regency AU ( in progress.)

Summary: After years apart, childhood friends Lady Sinclair and Lord Edward Munson find themselves thrown into the Hawkins social season. With marriage and wealth on the line for them both, they must come to terms with their shared past in the face of scandals just around the corner.

Warning: This is a bridgerton rip off, this is a sandition rip off, this is a jane austen rip off. This is cheesy, overly dramatic, overly romantic. There will be fainting, there will be duels, there will be ballgowns.  If you are looking for historical accuracy, look away, it will not be found here so argue with your modiste. Does this story take place in regency england or america? The answer to that question is yes.  All I know is soft black girls in tiaras makes my brain go brr.

Trigger Warnings: Violence,  PinV,  The kind of heavy breathing and people sniffing each other that’s only found in period dramas,  Jason Carver is his own warning.

link to chapter one.

link to chapter two.

Fuck This House: Eddie Munson x Sinclair! Reader Conjuring AU ( in progress.)

Summary: It’s been a hard year since the Sinclair Kids lost their parents in a car accident but things are looking up when you, the eldest Sinclair sibling, inherit your grandmother’s house after her passing.

Spacious bedrooms,  a nice yard,  and your own bathroom are a respite from the difficult year you’ve had, a least it would be if things wouldn’t disappear in those bedrooms, dead animals wouldn’t appear in the yard, and something wasn’t trying to drown you in your new bathroom.  With nowhere else to turn, you enlist the help of your siblings adult male friend, resident occult expert and your ex boyfriend Eddie Munson.

There is evil in your house, evil that won’t stop until what’s left of your family is dead. It’s a good thing your very own ghostbuster accepts payment in beer.

Warnings: Violence, Spooky Shit,  PinV, Gore, Mental Health Discussions, Death of Parent

link to chapter one sneak peek.

The Wolfman & The Metalhead:  Werewolf!Eddie Munson x  Alt Sinclair! Reader (in progress.)

Summary: Your entire existence is wrapped in Hawkins Records, the only record store in town and your place of employment. You told yourself you’d work there for a few months and then run away to LA, and join a band.

But it’s been three years and all you have to show for it is a 10% discount  and a favorite customer by the name of Eddie Munson. You thought it would be another boring year but now people are going missing in Hawkins and why does a big ass dog always walk you to your car every night?

Trigger Warnings: Violence, Gore, PinV, Jason Carver,

link to chapter one.

link to chapter two.

The Modern Rockstar Eddie x Black Reader Trilogy (in progress.)

Summary: Your life changes forever when word gets out about your relationship with rockstar Eddie Munson.

The Girlfriend. (Completed.)

The Fiancee ( Completed.)

Mafia! Eddie Munson Verse

Summary: You’re married to the most dangerous man in Hawkins, crime lord Eddie Munson.

You Should See Me In A Crown

The Night We Met

My Baby’s Got A Gun Part One

My Baby’s Got A Gun Part Two

[charliechaotic]

I WANT TO HEAR ABOUT HIM 🙏💙

LETS FUCKING GO. OKAY OKAY SO WHAT YOU ARE GOING TO HEAR IS ABSOLUTELY BATSHIT AND THE ACCUMULATION OF A BUNCH OF MADNESS OF ALMOST TWO YEARS (JUN 10TH BEING THE EXACT TWO YEAR MARK) OF HAVING HIM, STARTING FROM A ROLEPLAY MISCOMMUNICATION THAT I ROLLED WITH. MY FAVORITE BOY WAS AN ACCIDENT !!!

RIGHT RIGHT OKAY SO!!

Wren Sonnet is NOT initially a rottmnt oc, hopefully obvious seeing as I only got into that VERY recently whrje

Wren was made from a heroes and villains oc city rp!! Wren himself is a low ranked villain, but we'll get to that hehehehe

Oh man, okay Im gonna be doing this minimal edits style to get across the absolute madness I feel over him so I do need to warn that theress kinda child experimentation and child neglect stuff that Iii think ill put under a cut just in case?? I have a somewhat hard time telling what needs a tw sometimes so lemme know if I miss anything ^^

Basically, at age 6, Wren's mother sells him to a hero named Euphoria. Hero as in the cities legal term, not storywise, evidently!!

Euphoria was a man blinded and orphaned in an incident from a group of magicfolk, and uhh he's. yah he's SUPER anti magic. AND A HYPOCRITE BECAUSE HIS ASS IS USING A MAGIC AMULET TO HAVE SIGHT AND WINGS!! HE SUCKS!!!!

But yeah back to Wren uhh his power starts off as simple tech manipulation, basically altering code! He's need to actually understand code to use this effectively though

Through the course of a few years, Wren is experimented on, and his power breaks. His SOUL breaks- see, Relsian(Relsia is the city) magic is based on your soul, and if damage comes to your soul? Your magic is damaged. Euphoria experimented on Wren to alter his power to be more 'useful' to him, intending to turn him into a sidekick.

At age 9, Wren escapes. But not unscathed.

See, Euphoria's hired scientist, a woman named Lydia, used memory magic as he left, trying to prevent him sharing what happened to him. But in her rush, it messed up his memory! His memories tend to be a bit blurry, having gaps in them- he makes it work, but it can be hard. Anything in his time in the lab or prior is completely locked away, and he has trouble recalling the few years following that-

When he escaped, he was found by his siblings! Rowan and Raven- twins. They were 13 when they found him. And 13 when they had to start raising their own brother :( Their mom left and their dad never met them so cowabummer amiright

(starting to be rushed 😔 )

Wrens powers have shifted into this messed up form of teleportation, in a way. Basically, his soul magic has been altered to 'Glitch' him from place to place, basically taking him apart and putting him back together somewhere else- It can be developed further, but its rare he ever manages that, and those are usually Bad Timelines

The twins work and saved and eventually manage to start renting a bookstore / apartment! They live above the store.

And eventually, Wren decides he wants to help. Rather than trying to find an number of the somewhat illegal workplaces that would let a 13 year old kid work there, he takes up ✨crime✨ !

So our boy Wren goes about stealing stuff to pawn, and he's getting dumb about it. He catches the attention of a miss Scarlet Munroe, the leader of Karma Corp, a criminal organization. They steal and sell things, splitting the money two ways: donating to charities and paying the workers.

Scarlet knows she cant keep this kid from doing this, but she knows she can help him do it in a way that is going to be safer for him. So she does.

He becomes Python, a low tier villain. All he really does is steal- and yet he catches the attention of a bigtime hero? He doesn't know what he did to get on Euphoria's list of enemies, but he knows he doesn't trust that guy.

Wren gets merch of himself to not blow his cover on knowing so much about Python, actibg like a fanboy because he thinks the guys just kinda neat, no other reason-

FUCK I FORGOT TO MENTION!! He's on a baseball team!!

Phil Bloomfield - Coach (Wings) [He/Him]

Mercury 'Merc' Bloomfield (Healing) [He/She]

Cherry [She/They]

Paloma 'Plum' [He/They/It]

Jellybean 'JB' (Food Creation) [They/Them]

Kestrel 'Kel' (Theyre a Dragon magicfolk) [They/Them]

Sage [She/Her]

(Sage and Kel are dating btw :3)

OH YEAH WRENS WEAPON OF CHOICE IS A STAFF AND IT WAS GENUINELY INSPIRED BY DONNIE AT FIRST AND NOW IM ACTUALLY GETTING INTO TMNT IT FEELS SO FUNNY???

Also he uses it because he finds it a better weapon to avoid hurting others TOO much. He only ever wants to immobilize or injure, never risk killing, and uhhh swords (no matter how cool they are) tend to be a little too murdery for him

and JB and their brother Jam are the technical owners of a pizzaplace called J&Js and it is the BEST in Wren's opinion. (JB makes up food challenges like how fast can you eat a super spicy pizza kinda thing, but its mostly to trick Wren into accepting free food by earning it somehow- my boy is poor but stubborn)

uhhh my brain is dry!! Ask questions and Ill add on more info :D