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fnaf-hereafter · 1 year

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ALRIGHTY

it has... taken me a while, but! through retouchings and work and the chaos of swapping jobs- I have finished designs for those I intended to make a reference for! I'll be making colored versions once I get more adjusted to my new job and a better handle on my time and... caught up... on chapters... but in the meantime! let's meet our cast~ (aside from Narrator)

First up, the man himself-

Henry Emily. Now 43, a little stressed, but doing his best. With everything that's happened, he's sadly going a little gray in the hair, but he's still going! He just... doesn't want to go with the company anymore. After losing his niece and daughter less than 4 years apart, and the first incident with missing or dead children, Henry's ready to retire early. His business isn't known for fun anymore, attracting more of the teenager crowd or the occasional paranormal investigators...

Next, long time friend and closest business partner-

Chester Hughes. He's been with Henry since the beginning and is a trusted friend, almost brother. He half runs the place now, making Henry's retirement and handover decision less of a hassle if he'll take the job of ownership. Chester sticks up for the workers, makes sure the animatronics are properly serviced at his location, and is generally the one to go to for advice or getting something done paperwork wise.

Another founding staff member-

If you need a robot built with quality, you turn to-

Viktor Takala. Head technician behind Chester, witty, and the team dad, so to speak. Viktor is usually called on for trainees, mainly for techs rather than guards, but he tends to pull shifts as both when needed. While... he may not look as old as his friends, Chester and Henry, everyone's learned to stop questioning if he was really around to play old 70s and 80s games or see the horror flicks from those eras...

Tessa Addams. She's sort of taken over most repairs, leaving Viktor and Chester to train new hires and help Henry stay afloat. Reliable and treated by the animatronic AIs as almost a big sister, Tessa is a big asset to the Hurricane location of Freddy's. Though, she does have a sharp tongue, and more than a few new techs and handlers have learned to not question her instructions when dealing with the animatronics.

While she's clearly an animatronic-

Leyla the Lynx is more often treated as a member of Freddy Fazbear's staff than just a robot. Even the children that still come to the restaurant seem to treat her more like a human in a suit than an animatronic. In recent years, she's slowly moved from a craft and activities to a more host position. Leyla helps with parties and keeping guests of all kinds out of places they shouldn't be. She also seems to be very protective of the other animatronics, especially when paranormal investigators drop by...

And someone who certainly seems investigative is-

Alec Pierce. He was hired on at the last location along with a friend of his, Des Viotto. But Des went missing under truly odd circumstances, and Alec has stuck around. He certainly seems to be interested in something at the restaurant, even if he's learned his job and does it well. Now if he could keep out of places he's been told to stay away from and stop asking such odd questions...

Not to mention he's always hanging around-

Ginny the Goat. She's only been active since about 1988, Ginny has become a staple at the Hurricane location, along with Leyla. Mostly for her laid back programming, teenagers tend to talk to her when dragged to Freddy's for an actual birthday celebration for their younger siblings. Alec's always talking with her for some reason, and she doesn't always act like an animatronic...

(I'd like to take a moment to say that Alec and Ginny are actually from my friend, @astraleventide and are used in this specific AU with her input, permission, and blessing! I also wanna thank her a ton for past and future help with proof reading and again for letting me include these two in my AU! The interactions with my OCs and interpretations of canon characters have been fun and inspired a few good chunks of what's to come! ^u^)

Now, Viktor trains new techs, but training new guards is left to-

Scott Pelter. Hired after the first incident with missing children, Scott prefers to train day guards in person and record messages for the night guards after meeting them. Most guards wind up knowing him more by his voice anyways, as he's the one making announcements for them over intercoms. He does take his job seriously, but his night shifts filling in for guards always seem to send the animatronics into a tizzy the day after...

While he doesn't make the animatronics uneasy anymore-

Dallas Marker is no longer their biggest fan. The Wyoming native was the unfortunate victim of their no longer used security systems, and the result of an ugly attack in mid 1987. But he definitely hasn't let it slow him down. Well, as much as he can. His left side has become near immobile, and between the initial injuries and loss of most (maybe all?) of his frontal lobe, his vision has been depleted, and he requires hearing aides to fully hear everything. Dallas has been offered a full retirement many times, but for some reason has refused, stating he'll keep working until he actually drops.

While he's been around for many years-

Vincent Baker has stayed in his technician and maintenance position since he joined the company in 1980. In fact, he's purposely retained his position, only accepting raises to keep up with the economy. He's especially gentle with the animatronics, even Leyla, and she can't seem to pinpoint why. Vincent tends to be on the quieter side, doing his job diligently and hanging in the background, ready to jump in when he's needed.

(the rest are coming up shortly in a reblog!)

#fnaf hereafter #fnaf au #five nights at freddy's au #art from deity #word from deity #five nights at freddy's #fnaf oc #fnaf ocs #ask to tag

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ghostboybrainrot · 1 year

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DPxDC Ghost Zone Amity AU Part 2

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 AO3

Edit: I finally got around to adding this to AO3, link above.

Wow! I am completely blown away by the reaction the first part! It’s the first fic idea I ever posted. Thank you so much for all the likes and messages. I have a lot of ideas for this AU but I‘m new to writing so please be patient. I also would love to hear anyone’s ideas.

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Batman wanted to see the portal himself. Because of course he did. Nosy idiot couldn't let them handle it. And John Constantine just knew the bat was gonna make things harder on him.

"Can you disable it?" Gotham's knight asked.

"Of course not! This is some sci-fi bullshit and I don't do sci-fi. I do Magic, thank you very much.”

"You said you could sense death coming from it."

Constantine ran his hand through his hair, frustrated.

"Yeah but that doesn't mean I know how! This shouldn't be possible. And it radiates Death, capital D. This isn't just a device that has been exposed to death. It's owned by the Dead.

A grunt was all Constantine got as a reply, as the knight continued to examine the machine.

"Do you know where it goes?"

"To the DEAD! Haven't you been listening?! You know the Underworld? Hereafter? Netherworld? Hell with two L's? Hel with one L? Purgatory? Pandemonium? Hades? Tartarus? Any of these ringing a bell?"

Batman does not dignify the outburst with a response but he turns toward Constantine for the first time since they entered the building, narrowing his eyes.

"Which one?"

Constantine waved his hands noncommittally, "Eh, could be any of them. Could be ALL of them. They aren't completely separate. Like different branches of the same company. Different regional managers but all equally shitty.

Batman grunts again, turning back to the swirling mass. After a moment, he starts to fiddle with something on his belt. Constantine couldn't see what he was doing but he already didn't like it. Every time the bat investigated something that Constantine thought was better off left alone, his day would inevitably get MUCH worse. For the millionth time, he wonders why he bothers to associate with these idiots.

Batman pulls what he was messing with from beneath his cloak. His grapple gun? Constantine took several steps back. Nope. Nope, he definitely isn't gonna like this.

Instead of firing the gun, Batman slowly pulled at the hook loosening the wire until he had roughly 10 ft of it coiled in his hand. Then without any hesitation, he approached the swirling green, tossing the hook inside. It promptly disappeared, quietly, as though it had simply sunk into murky water.

They both waited. No sound could be heard except the ambient buzzing of electronics coming from the large machine. Batman stood a few feet from the portal, watching the line intensely. He had braced himself as though he expected the line to snap taut at any moment and pull him in. After roughly a minute and no such thing happened, Batman slowly reeled in the line feeding it back into the gun.

The hook came into view, no worse for wear. None of the green substance lingered on it. After briefly examining it, Batman clipped it back to his belt. Constantine was slightly disappointed that it hadn't come back ablaze or melting, only because it would help him narrow it down. Having it come back unscathed didn't really tell him where it led. Then again the fact that it wasn’t instantly destroyed from coming in contact with the portal was probably a good thing.

"I think you gotta put worms on the end if you wanna catch something Bats." Constantine joked. He knew the man wouldn't react but couldn't help it.

To his surprise, John heard a chuckle from directly behind him. It startled him but he did his best to not show it. He knew who it was and didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

Boston Brand, Deadman, slowly floated into view in front of the magician. He was watching Batman but directed his comment toward John.

"I was expecting the Bat to get dragged in! A little disappointed if I'm bein' honest." Deadman laughed.

"I'd be lying if I didn't feel somewhat similar. When'd you get in?"

"Not too long ago," the ghost said conversationally, "I did a quick lap around the crater. Phew! That thing is huge!"

"No kidding? I hadn't noticed." The magician snarked, pulling a cigarette out and placing it between his lips. He wouldn't light up in here. He wouldn't want to piss off the Bat but the familiar feel on his lips brought him a small amount of comfort.

Batman seemed to have noticed Constantine's one sided conversation. He turned to stare at the occultist, his eyes narrowing again.

"Boston?"

"Who else?" Constantine grumbled.

Suddenly, without warning, he felt a cold wave rush over him as the ghost phased into his body. He felt his mouth open, his cigarette fell to the ground, and a voice that wasn't quite his own spoke.

"Hiya Batman! Long time no see! I heard you guys could use a little help?" John's face grinned without his approval. The voice coming from John had a Brooklyn accent and was entirely too cheerful for his liking.

Batman nodded, unsurprised by the English man’s sudden accent and demeanor change. He gestured over his shoulder toward the machine.

"What can you tell me about this device?"

"Umm..." John's legs brought him a little closer and his hand came up to his chin as though he was thinking hard. "I mean it's definitely spooky, I get kindof a weird vibe from it but other than that. Meh." He shrugged. "Not really my area, Bats."

"Does it seem dangerous?"

"Honestly? I don't think so. Like Constantine said it definitely radiates Death but not like in like in a scary way. Hard to describe. Feels kinda like a nap after a long day, ya know?"

Batman didn't respond. There was a good chance he didn’t know. Constantine had never know the man to take a break. Did he even know what a nap was?

"Would you be willing to investigate?"

"Ya mean like go in? I suppose. Not like I'm getting any deader. Ha!"

As quickly as it appeared, the cold sensation that gripped him vanished and John Constantine's body was his own again.

"Bloody ghost! You made me drop my cig." He bent down to retrieve the cigarette, brushed it off, and put it back in his mouth. John hated when Deadman did that. Which was probably the reason he did it. He could have just asked John to translate. Or better yet ask him to magic Batman's eyes so he could see the ghost! But Boston loved to see John frazzled. As annoying as it was to be on the receiving end, John couldn’t begrudge the ghost his fun. He knew how lonely it could be being dead in the land of the living. No one even knowing he was there. Constantine may not be dead but he’d been around it enough to know how isolating it could be.

"Sorry John!" The ghost called back goodnaturedly, already heading toward the portal. "Wish me luck!"

The ghost flew through the portal and the room was quiet once again. Batman couldn't see the ghost had disappeared but he followed John's gaze toward the machine and waited. Accurately guessing he had already passed through.

After a short moment, Constantine wondered if he had enough time to go outside for a quick smoke. But before he could decide, Deadman's head poked back through the swirl of green. The rest of him followed close behind, looking exactly the same as when he left.

"Well?" John asked impatiently.

"Seems safe enough. It leads to another portal on the other side. No monsters or anything."

Batman spoke up, "What's he saying?"

Constantine, taking a page out of Batman's book, ignored the knight continuing to address the ghost. "And? Where does it come out?"

"That's the weird thing. I think it's just a garage."

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That’s all I have for now! Let me know how i did and what you think should happen next.

I have a lot of ideas on what happens to GZ Amity, and coincidentally humanity as a whole, as a result of it getting stuck. I like to think that over time this creates a whole subspecies of liminal humans and GZ Amity ends up giving a solar(ecto?) punk vibe.

Jack and Maddie are LOVING living in the ghost zone. After the initial shock, and a short adjustment period, they throw themselves into their research just as hard as before but instead of focusing on weapons they focus on researching the properties of the ghost zone. They use what they learn to better the lives of the residents of the town.

Amity Parkers don’t leave when they die. Old Evelyn Baker is still there like 300 years in the future. And because no one leaves, the town expands.

Blob ghosts wander around the city like stray cats. People treat them like pets. The Fentons create a blob collar especially for ecto-pets that is designed to stay on despite their semi-intangible nature. Using that design they are able to make equipment that will automatically phase WITH the user without having to dedicate extra energy to it.

I like the idea of Vlad coming around eventually. I think it would be funny for liminal!Amity Parkers gaining a resistance to overshadowing. And because Amity isn’t really part of the US anymore, his vast wealth doesn’t really do him any good. So here he is sad and alone. All his plans have failed and his power is rendered almost entirely useless. He can still overshadow people in the living world and the US is still a capitalist hellscape so his money is good there. But without any sort of end goal it loses its appeal. Eventually, he’ll come crawling back to Amity.

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markberries · 1 year

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hardcover ﹒ jw

synopsis ﹕ with your issues with trusting people, you had a small group of friends and you enjoyed it like that. a cute guy at a library challenges your lifestyle by asking you out.

genre + ﹕ fluff, small bits of angst (only because reader has trust issues!!), non idol!au, gn reader (i think... lmk if theres anything that indicates otherwise)

wc ﹕ 4.2k

warnings ﹕ none

note ﹕ lord i saw the photos of wonu from this award show and went CRAZYYY... so yes here is a cute lil fic of wonu <3 i worked rlly hard PLS ENJOY

your eyes fix on the space between the books on the shelves, eyeing a guy who was in the aisle next to you. his black rimmed glasses are sitting upon the bridge of his nose, his fingertips running along the collection of stories sitting in front of him.

this man had caught your eye a couple months back. he was undeniably handsome, and he always came in on fridays around four o’clock. no, you were not being creepy — you had been coming to this library at that time before you even saw him. a cute guy who reads wasn’t going to change your schedule.

you’re so busy admiring him that you accidentally knock a book off the shelf, making yourself jump out of shock and the cute library guy shoot his eyes towards your direction. you panic even more, dropping a couple of other books to the ground.

“shit,” you whisper to yourself, bending down to pick up the fallen books. while you’re collecting them, you notice another hand reaching to help you out.

you nearly shriek when you see the cute guy from before assisting you. he’s even more handsome up close, it’s almost like aphrodite crafted him herself.

“thank you,” you say awkwardly. he smiles, and dear god, his smile is so undeniably cute. the both of you stand up straight, and he’s politely taking the books from your hand so he can place them on the shelf himself.

“no worries,” he replies. his black hair casts a shadow over his brown eyes, it looks soft to the touch and recently shampooed.

after months of conveniently being in the library at the same time, you would think that starting a conversation with him would have been easy. maybe asking “what’s your name?” could have easily been a conversation starter.

instead, you choose to thank him again and walk away. you’re immediately face palming at yourself when you do, losing probably one of the only chances you’ll get to talk to him.

you glance back at him. the sleeves of his white turtleneck are rolled up to his elbows, accompanied by black pants that suit his tall frame nicely. there’s a black leather book bag that sits across his body, with silver buckles and a cute gray cat charm attached to it.

after a couple of minutes, you navigate your way through the maze of wooden bookshelves to the self check-out. you place the books you chose to be your fixation for the next couple of days, which ranged from horror to memoirs, onto the counter.

you are happily focused scanning the books and placing them in your tote bag, up until the pretty library guy takes his place at the checkout next to you. you choose to ignore the feeling of your heartbeat picking up the pace, directing your gaze back to the checkout.

“i read that one.”

you sharply turn your head in the direction of the man, who is looking down at the book sitting in your bag. you reach your hand to check which novel he was talking about in particular, the title “sweet hereafter” staring back at you. you look back up at him, a soft smile on his face.

“oh,” you pause. you can’t help it — you had always been an awkward person while talking to strangers, especially if you find them attractive. “is it good?”

he offers a soft smile with the nod of his head. “yeah. won’t spoil it though.”

you take note of the raindrops hitting the ground outside, people with umbrellas in their hands, and hoodies pulled over their heads. you were never the type to carry around an umbrella, you thought a hood was always sufficient enough.

you enjoyed the rain, something about walking in it while the night sky watched over you was calming. it was a white noise that allowed your thoughts to flow.

you hold your library card under the red scanning light, waiting to hear the “beep” noise before returning it to your wallet. you finish checking out your books before the guy is, making eye contact with him as you make your way to the automatic sliding doors.

you’re halfway out the door before you hear his voice again.

“wait!”

the sound of him calling out for you makes you stop in your tracks, turning around to see him slightly jogging towards you. he takes out a small black umbrella from his bag, leading you outside of the library to open it.

“do you walk home?” he asks, holding the umbrella over both of you. droplets of water make pitter pattering noises against the circular canopy, a gust of wind hitting your face.

“yes i do,” you reply, looking up into his eyes. “why?”

he sucks in a breath, straightening his posture. “i’ll walk with you. or not, if you’re not comfortable with that.”

his offer takes you back for a moment. it makes you feel nervous and shy, that such a good looking man even took notice of you in the first place.

“okay, sure,” you muster out. the cold breeze tickles your skin, letting an icy feeling creep along your face. you can barely feel your ears, your bag on your shoulder and hands shoved into the pockets of your black winter coat.

you almost forget that you actually had to walk home. you begin leading him down the concrete steps onto the sidewalk as you both walk side by side in the direction of your house.

“i’m sorry if this was weird,” he sighs. he makes sure that your head isn’t being hit by the rain, even if that means getting his hair a little wet. “i’m wonwoo.”

“it was really kind of you to offer, actually, i’m y/n,” you look up in his direction.

“i just see you all the time, thought it would be nice to finally say something,” he explains himself. you feel yourself growing shyer, the thought of him trying to grow enough courage to speak to you making your heart flutter.

“that’s cute,” you compliment him. you’re not sure where your surge of confidence came from, but you’re satisfied with it when you see his eyes widen as he holds back a smile.

“do you want to grab a coffee?” he asks, nodding towards a coffee shop along the line of stores in front of you.

“sure,” you agree with absolutely no hesitation.

you hadn’t dated anyone for two years. the last person you had been with, needless to say, had broken your heart. you were encouraged by your friends to go back into the world, meet new people and perhaps begin thinking about romance again.

in your full blown opinion, it was exhausting. you didn’t like all the energy it took to get to know a person, explain everything about your life, only for them to pack up and leave. you could say you had a slight issue with trusting others.

when you reach the coffee shop, wonwoo holds the door open for you. you’re greeted with the smell of grounded coffee beans and freshly baked goods, the smell is pleasant and itches a spot in your brain that you can’t quite explain.

quiet r&b music plays throughout the store, baristas wearing brown aprons working hard behind the counter. you admire the light up signs hung on the walls, not straining on the eyes but bright enough to let a sense of calm wash over you.

wonwoo leads the both of you happily to the register. the cashier’s eyes light up when spotting the two of you, greeting the both of you with a smile.

“hi, can i get a medium white mocha? and—” wonwoo turns to you, switching to a slightly hushed voice, “what would you like?”

“oh! i’ll have uh, a matcha latte.”

the cashier punches your order into the till, wonwoo handing the worker cash before you could even protest. you can’t hide the butterflies that erupt in your stomach, even being in your twenties, men like wonwoo made you feel like you were back in high school.

“do you want to sit?” he asks, gesturing to the unoccupied tables around the two of you. you nod your head, letting out a “sure”.

the both of you sit across from one another, you’re a bit nervous to make direct eye contact with him, but you’re able to gather enough bravery to finally do it.

“i’m going to be honest with you,” he sucks in a breath, resting his hands beneath the table. “i’m not the type of guy to do this.”

the statement makes you let out a small laugh, shaking your head. “it’s okay, i don’t usually do this either.”

“that’s good to hear, guess that makes me special,” he smiles, looking down at his hands.

“i had always planned to say something to you, but i always felt too scared to,” you admit. his head perks up, a look of surprise on his face.

“really? you’ve thought of talking to me?” his reaction is cute, and it makes you regret not talking to him sooner.

“.. it’s kind of embarrassing,” you pause as the cashier brings your drinks. you both thank her, returning back to your conversation.

“i don’t know, you’re just so attractive i thought you would have had a partner, or something like that.. and it would have been worse if you had rejected me..”

wonwoo’s chuckle is like music to your ears. it makes your heart skip a beat as you bite the inside of your cheek out of habit.

you place your hands on the paper cup, bringing warmth to your fingertips. you had never pictured yourself speaking to this man, let alone sitting across from him on a date? although you weren’t sure if you could call it that, for all you knew, maybe this was just two strangers getting coffee.

“well, i don’t have a partner, if that helps,” he comments. he brings the cup to his pink chapped lips, although you can still see the smile on his face.

“i hope not,” you reply back. you don’t even register that what you said may be labeled as flirting, you were just speaking your mind.

“so, y/n,” he starts, “why don’t you tell me about yourself?”

“oh!” you don’t know why you’re surprised by the question, it’s not like you expected to sit here and take turns exchanging book recommendations.

“well, i studied english school.. i’m an editor, my social battery tends to run out really quickly so i’m sorry if there are times when i’m quiet.”

“it’s fine,” wonwoo reassures you. you’re a bit shocked that a guy like wonwoo is single, so far he’s been nothing but sweet and there’s seemingly nothing wrong with him.

“but what about you?” you inquire back to him.

“let’s see,” he clicks his tongue, “i was a business major. i have a roommate and i own a cat.”

you almost giggle at the facts he decided to tell you. wonwoo did look like a cat person, pulling up his sleeves to cover his hands and soft features glowing underneath the soft yellow light and grayness of the sky outside.

“you always seemed like you were avoiding me whenever you saw me,” he states, fingers tapping against the table. you hide your shy smile, looking away from him.

“i’ve never been good at talking to people, if you hadn’t said anything first then i don’t think i would have talked to you at all.”

he laughs, covering his mouth, “i’m glad i said something then.”

yeah — you’re sure that you wouldn’t have spoken to him. on top of him being absolutely gorgeous in a somewhat intimidating way, you had your own issues to deal with. you believe you’re over your break up, but there’s still some underlying complications that you haven’t solved.

you couldn’t just ignore the trust issues that you struggled with after your break up. it was like a constant waiting game for you, seeing who would leave you first. whether it was friends or boyfriends, it got so horrible to the point where you became self destructive.

if you felt like someone was going to leave, you would do it first. even if they never had it in mind, there was always a small voice in your head telling you they were going to abandon you. so yes, needless to say, you were the type of person who required constant reassurance.

so, in the end, you avoided making friends. you only had three best friends, and a couple of acquaintances and work friends. you preferred it that way, it felt safe.

“i’m sorry, i’m not really good at talking,” you sheepishly admit.

“it’s okay, i get it, what do you want to talk about?” he questions kindly. you glance downwards for a moment, not exactly knowing what to do.

“i’m not sure, maybe you should start..”

his teeth graze his lower lip as he leans his head on his right hand, propped up by his elbow on the table.

to say you were bad at dates was an understatement, because you were absolutely horrible at them. it took you awhile to warm up to someone, to know if they would find what you say odd — to be yourself.

“hm, i enjoy watching horror movies, although i don’t get scared that easily, they’re still fun to watch,” he tells you. your eyes light up, nodding towards him.

“i do too, this is really weird but i think it’s kind of fun to scare myself, especially when i’m with friends,” you express.

“maybe we should watch one together then.”

you bite back a smile, hiding your face in your hands for a small moment. wonwoo looks proud of himself for making you flustered so easily, sipping on his coffee with a confident look on his face.

something feels different about being with wonwoo. you don’t know if it’s the calming environment you’re in, or just him in general. you feel relaxed, not as uptight as you were on previous dates.

you’re not one hundred percent sure what it is, but you know that you just want to be with him here — right in this moment.

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“it was really nice to meet you, wonwoo,” you stare up at him with kind eyes, folding up the piece of paper with his number on it.

you weren’t lying, you did have a good time with him. he let you do most of the talking, perhaps it was to help you put yourself at ease, but he did tell you about himself as well. the facts about him was mixed in with stories of him and his friends, especially his roommate, mingyu.

“likewise,” he responds. he looks at you for a longing moment, street lights shining down on the two of you. you’re both standing outside of your small townhouse, all kinds of thoughts running through your head.

“can i kiss you?”

you freeze, eyes widening as you process what he had just asked you.

of course you wanted to kiss him. you were just nervous, wondering if he just wanted one thing from you. you were scared that if you kissed him right now, you would get too attached, and he would realize that he actually didn’t want to go on another date with you.

you were thinking too far ahead for a guy you just started talking to, but you couldn’t help it. after all your past badly ended relationships and friendships, it was the only thing you could do.

“not today,” you conclude. he just looks down and laughs, pushing his glasses up.

“next time,” he nods.

you two say your goodbyes, waving to each other as he walks off. you walk up the steps to your home, unlocking and opening the door before taking off the black mary jane shoes off your feet.

you walk to your bedroom, immediately collapsing on your bed as you stare up at the ceiling. the sheets envelope you warmly, making you reconsider changing into your pajamas and just sleeping in the clothes you’re in instead.

wonwoo was a nice guy, there was no denying that. you’re just too nervous and afraid to get involved in a new relationship. you liked having your small group of friends. you didn’t want to go back to the way it was; getting close to everyone and just having them leave you behind, again.

you were sure wonwoo could find someone more interesting than you, someone more fun and someone who was confident in their own skin.

so, while staring at his phone number written in black ink, you decided you would not call him to meet a second time. not only to spare yourself another heartbreak, but for his own good as well.

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“it’s not a bad thing to befriend new people,” your best friend, xyza explains. the both of you browse through clothes at a shop you found cute.

“i know, i just don’t know if i’m in the right mindset to date,” you reply with a sigh.

it had been three weeks since you had been on a date with wonwoo. you hadn’t gone to the library the last two fridays either, embarrassed for him to see you.

“mm,” xyza hums, “i understand that. i’ll give you my full opinion, if you want to hear it though.”

“sure,” you breathe out, holding up shirts while contemplating on how they would look on you.

your friend turns to you, catching your attention as they begin to explain how they think of your situation.

“it’s valid that you’re scared to get to know him, but from what you have told me, he doesn’t seem that bad. you’re just getting to know him, and he approached you first. i’m sure if he wasn’t looking for something with you then he wouldn’t have said anything at all. it’s not going to be easy, but even if it’s not with him, you should try bonding with new people again.”

xyza’s advice was always well thought out and helpful. your best friend was right, and deep down you knew that. the only problem was that you couldn’t just ignore the doubt that sat in the pit of your heart.

“it’s fine, i’m sure he’s forgotten all about it,” you wave off the complication at hand.

“whatever you say,” xyza shrugs while side-eyeing you.

the both of you exit the shop, laughing at stupid inside jokes you continue to crack. you decided that you would go to the library today, convincing yourself that wonwoo wouldn’t try to talk to you because he probably found someone else to take interest in.

you see the familiar two story building come into your field of vision, different kinds of people sitting at the tables inside. some were students, some were kids, and some were just elderly people looking to indulge themselves in a nice novel.

“are you coming inside this time?” you ask xyza, looking towards them. you

“yeah, i guess, maybe i’ll see this wonwoo guy,” they reckon, anticipation lacing their voice. you both enter the quiet environment, using the automatic hand sanitizer station at the entrance.

speaking of the devil, your eyes land on the familiar dark haired man standing in one of the aisles, a cup of coffee in his hand and a book in the other. he’s too focused on reading the piece of literature to even take notice of you, but you don’t mind. you don’t expect him to speak to you either.

“that’s him,” you whisper to your friend, nodding towards his direction. xyza glances at him, inspecting his features.

“wow,” they say in a hushed tone. you have to hold back your laugh at xyza’s reaction to avoid getting stares from the others in the library.

“okay that’s enough, being in here reminds me of when we were in school, i have to get out of here,” xyza whines quietly.

“fine fine, i’ll see you sometime this week, probably,” you respond.

xyza nods, waving their hand while smiling. you huff out a breath, turning away from the entrance and walking to one of the fiction aisles.

you finally felt a bit more relieved to be in a place where wonwoo couldn’t really see you, but that was all shattered when you turned around to see him standing behind you.

“you didn’t call.”

oh shit.

you’re unsure of what to say, thoughts scrambling in your head with wonwoo’s hardened gaze on you.

“i’m sorry, i just thought you didn’t really like me,” you lie. you’re not sure if you should tell him about how you truly felt, or what you were thinking.

“you know, if i didn’t really like you, i wouldn’t have asked to kiss you or asked you out. if you weren’t interested in me, you could have been honest. you didn’t have to avoid me and stop coming to the library.”

you were a bit frustrated because of how off his take of the situation was. you were definitely interested in him, that was for sure. you exhale, closing your eyes for just a moment, deciding to just tell him the truth.

“i wasn’t avoiding you because of that. i like you, i’m just not good with others and my trust is.. really weird. i get attached to people easily, and having people walk out on me in the past really affected me. it’s stupid but i thought you were just infatuated with me and you would find someone else.”

you were finally able to voice out your difficult situation to someone other than your closest friends. you didn’t know if you felt good about it, all you were aware of was the feeling of your stomach dropping and the fast pace of your heartbeat.

wonwoo looks like he’s thinking of what to say, and you were just expecting him to say “oh, okay,” and walk away. but he doesn’t.

“i’m sorry, i can’t fix something like that, but i can help you work on it. like i said before, i do like you. i’ve had a crush on you for weeks, and when we went out i thought there was a connection between us. you’re funny and outgoing, and awkward, but in a cute way. i was a bit upset when you didn’t contact me these past few weeks.”

a feeling of solace washes over you, your posture and facial features softening when those words come out of wonwoo’s mouth.

“and listen, i’m not the type of guy who gets up and leaves a person’s life,” he reassures you with a smile.

“that’s really good to hear,” you laugh quietly, “and seriously, i’m sorry i didn’t say anything to you. as you can tell, i’m not very experienced with confrontation.”

“it’s okay, i understand you now, but..” wonwoo leans against the wall, crossing his arms while keeping his eyes on you, “will you go on another date with me?”

“of course, and i’ll actually text you after this time too,” you joke with him.

you feel so much better after telling wonwoo the truth, and hearing that he had actually been admiring you for awhile. you were sure that someone like him had pretty people drooling all over him.

“one more thing,” wonwoo clears his throat, taking a step towards you. “can i kiss you this time?”

a familiar sensation of warmth creeps across your face, but you try your best to appear confident while looking up into wonwoo’s eyes. his face is so close to you, you take note of his peach scented fragrance while your stomach does cartwheels.

“yes,” you say quietly.

wonwoo takes off his glasses and places them on a shelf, then he dips his head down slowly, your eyes fluttering shut as he places his lips on yours. they were warm, and soft like a pillow. he still tasted of coffee, his scent was so dizzying it almost seemed addicting.

you wanted to open your eyes to see his face, which was probably full of delight, but you chose to savor this moment while his arms snake around your waist to pull you closer. he exhales through his nose, while you place your hands on both of his cheeks.

it was not a kiss full of want or lust, but one full of calmness that overwhelmed every sense in your body. you were only focused on him, not the fact that those with access to the security cameras would be able to see this scene unfold in front of them. butterflies continued to flutter in your stomach, creeping their way to your chest while wonwoo held you close.

you both pull away from each other. even after years of not kissing anyone, you were certain that this was the best kiss you had ever encountered.

“huh,” you’re at a loss for words, anxious that if you said anything more you would be stuttering and mumbling absolute nonsense.

you knew that getting over your past wouldn’t happen in the flick of the wrist, and that it would be difficult. you were just happy that wonwoo understood why you were like this, and that he offered to help you.

“so,” wonwoo starts, hands still holding your waist, “about that second date..”

#jeon wonwoo #wonwoo #jeon wonwoo oneshot #jeon wonwoo imagine #jeon wonwoo fluff #jeon wonwoo angst #wonwoo oneshot #wonwoo imagine #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo angst #seventeen #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #seventeen imagine #seventeen oneshot

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AU where Dream can’t manifest his creations by himself, they need to incubate and be born from humanity, so he has an arrangement with this village to provide essentially brood mares for him: once every couple of years someone is chosen, Dream gives them an out-of-this-world night of passion, impregnates them (even if male-shaped, it’s no issue for the Shaper of Form), they carry a dreamkin for nine months and give birth to it, then Dream returns to carry away his new child and the human parent is honored as a bearer of dreams, god-touched and bringer of prosperity.

Hob has been head over heels for Dream ever since he caught his first glimpse of the god as a teenager, and wants nothing more than to be chosen. But no one is even considered an option until they’re in their late 20s-early 30s at least, so Hob has to wait. To bide his time, he devotes himself to assisting with the pregnancies, caring for the human parents and helping with the births, and longing for the opportunity to experience it all for himself.

Finally, his patience is rewarded and Hob is chosen, he knows everything it is possible to humanly know about the process, and he is so unbelievably excited to sleep with the man of his dreams and to be pregnant.

His Body is Ready.

Dream has known of Hob a little, hard not to when the man has involved himself so throughly in the growth and birth of his children, but apart from choosing him when the time was right as a reward for his years of service (an attractive man so devoted to the birth of Dream’s precious children deserves to have his back blown out by a god at least once, as a treat), Dream hadn’t given Hob much thought. So he is completely taken by surprise by not only the adoration in Hob’s eyes for him, but also Hob’s eagerness specifically to be impregnated. Most chosen are happy and willing for the honor and respect given to the god-touched, the rest are eager to experience their promised night of passion, but until now no one has shown much particular enthusiasm for the pregnancy itself—it’s usually seen as the price to pay for the aforementioned. This, Hob, is completely unprecedented.

Hob is railed all night long and knocked up, and Dream finds himself visiting throughout the pregnancy more often than he ever has before, curious to see if the shine has worn off for Hob in the face of the reality of the experience. Hob, not only finding it bloody fantastic, is also thrilled to have the opportunity to spend even more time with Dream, as well as get a chance ask about Dream’s children, both the ones he helped deliver and the ones who came before him.

(Dreamkin are not barred from their human parents, they visit in dreams as much or as little as each desire, but even the parents who see their children often and regularly don’t really show much interest in the other dreamkin, the ones they didn’t bear. In the face of Hob’s interest, Dream didn’t stand a chance.)

By the time Hob gives birth, glad to bring his child into the world but already sad that it’s over, Dream is decided, and takes both his new child and Hob back with him. He thanks the village for their generations of service and dedication, he promises them continued prosperity for another thousand years, but he will no longer be requiring their services. Hob will be bearing his children for the foreseeable future.

Legends are told hereafter of the mortal who became a fertility god, who watches over childbirth and the dreams of children, and statues of Dream are forever accompanied by statues of Hob, either pregnant or holding a child or both.

The dreamkin are ecstatic to welcome Hob as their new stepfather, both for how happy he makes Dream, and because many of them remember hearing his voice in the womb, just as often as their human parents, remember his face as the first they saw after entering the world, know how much care he gave to each parent during pregnancy. They’re all eager to return the favor for their future siblings.

-🪽anon

The way I am DEEPLY obsessed with this. Holy shit. Hob becoming a fertility God is going to eat my brain for the rest of time.

I'm so touched by the idea of Hob patiently waiting for his turn. Acting as midwife, nurse, babysitter, companion for the expectant parent. Every time he sees Dream he gets this thrill through his whole body. He's counting down the days, keeping to a good diet, exercising to make sure he's in perfect shape for a pregnancy.

Everyone is thrilled for him when he's picked, knowing that he's wanted this forever. Dream is... amused. A little surprised by how eager Hob is. Hob is already chattering happily about the pregnancy and how he's going to enjoy carrying the dreambaby so much. Of course the sex is insanely good, and Dream spices it up with a little dirty talk about how much he's going to enjoy breeding Hob. Naturally Hob has never cum so hard in his entire life.

He has the time of his life being pregnant - it really is everything he'd hoped for and more. He has so much fun making new clothes to fit his growing figure, measuring his belly every week to see how the little one is growing. Dream has granted him a dreamkin rather larger in size than usual, knowing that Hob would enjoy it. And he can't resist popping in at the village to check on Hob, almost every week. As the pregnancy goes on, Dream feels his godly heart fluttering at the sight of Hob with one hand on his back to counterbalance the weight of the child, a beaming smile on his face as he attempts an adorable duck-like waddle to come and greet Dream. They talk about all Dream’s little dreams and nightmares, who he is so deeply fond of (although he sometimes forgets to show it) and Hob delights in hearing Dream talk. He's such a good father, considering he has so much responsibility to bear!

Hob cries when his dreamkin baby is delivered, not because he's in pain (although yes, it was the most intense experience of his entire life) but because he feels so empty, and now it's over... no one has ever been chose twice. When Dream shows up, Hob is ready to beg to be allowed another turn... but he doesn't have to. Dream humbly bends a knee and asks if he will accept a position as consort of the dreaming. A God in his own right, with powers to send dreams and blessings to parents and children alike. He'll also spend his time more or less permanently pregnant. Which he considers to be an absolute win.

In the dreaming, Hob’s body changes a bit to accommodate his new role. His thighs and arms are musclar but soft, the perfect places to hold the little dreamkin. His hips are wide, and he looks fertile and ready to bear children. Dream is well known among gods and humans for absolutely doting on Hob, and their loves as both spouses and parents becomes the stuff of legend.

Aksjshdha I love this so much, if I'm not careful I WILL end up writing fertility god Hob au... and that's a threat 😉

#🪽anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw mpreg #cw pregnancy

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blackpensils · 9 months

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"That shirt..." Phantom said slowly. There expression on his face was one Sam couldn't quite place.

"This?" she asked, pulling on the collar with a frown. "What about it?"

Phantom cleared his throat and pulled his hand back. He scratched at the back of his neck, looking away before he slowly returned his gaze back to Sam.

"It's just... unique. Where'd you get it?" he asked after a short pause.

"From a Circus Gothica show years ago," Sam replied, going back crossing her arms across the window sill. She gave a smirk. "The one where the ghost's were terrorizing the town by stealing all of the jewelery."

Phantom's eyes widened and his cheeks got a light shade of green. An odd color for a blush.

"Yeah, well," he began with a chuckle. "I was being brainwashed. It was a whole thing." He shook his head as if he was remembering something ridiculous. "Maybe I'll tell you about it someday. But, uh, is that spray paint?"

Sam gave a glance down at the shirt. She'd never actually thought about it, but yes, now that she actually properly looked at her night shirt, it was covered in black spray paint to the point where you could barely see the original underneath. She could spot some red and definitely splotches of white here and there, though.

"Yes, it was a wild time. Maybe I'll tell you about it someday," she said, leaning down on her arms and smiled.

Phantom's eyes softened and he leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees. "Sure. I'd like that."

#danny phantom #danny fenton #sam manson #danny x sam #phandom #phanart #phanfic #digital art #fanfic #just a snippet from a fanfic that I'm not sure if I'll write or not #I've had this idea for a while now #Got some art for it too #Thought I'd share #my art #my writing #hereafter au #hereafter prequel

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cherrycola27 · 1 year

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Father, Forgive Me

Warnings: Religious AU! Preacher Jake. Cult activities and dark religious themes. Blood, gore, violence, language. Minors DNI. 18+

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Prologue: For I have Sinned

There are a few defining characteristics that one must have to be considered a good leader.

Kind eyes, a bright smile, quick wit, a firm handshake, a charming personality, and a silver tongue that could sell ice to a polar bear. Most people only needed a few of these to be convincing enough for someone to blindly follow them.

But, if someone possessed all of these qualities and topped it off with a southern drawl and movie star face and the wrong intentions, well—they could be downright— deadly.

That's exactly what happened to the good people of Ginger Ridge, North Carolina. A devilishly handsome young reverend rolled into their town. Reverend Smith. He was young, mysterious, —different.

He fixed up the old white church at the top of Ridge Hill. He came to town and invited the people to hear his sermons. At first, he seemed amazing. Charming, caring, sweet. Everyone loved him. No— they adored him—especially the younger folks who seemed lost in their faith.

Soon, he started hosting "special" prayer groups for the lost teens and young adults of Ginger Ridge. Many of the older folks stopped attending after this. They felt like Father Smith wasn't preaching the word to them anymore. They felt like he had changed. His teachings became— darker. They townspeople tried to keep They young folks away from him, but it was no use.

The lost youth continued to flock to him like moths to flame. Blindly holding on to every word he said. In their mind, Father Jonas Smith was the mouthpiece of God, and they would do anything to please them. Maybe that's why after his disappearance, there were over dozen blonde haired, green eyed babes born to some unwed mothers in Ginger Ridge.

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The full moon hung high in the sky that night in the sleepy mountain town of Ginger Ridge. It was peaceful as a warm summer wind blew in through the open windows of the townspeople's homes. That peace would soon be disturbed by the sound screams and cries for mercy as Reverend Smith's "lost youth" carried out his sinister plan.

When the local law enforcement from the next town over was tipped off, they immediately contacted the FBI. Agents came into the small mountain community and couldn't believe their eyes. Blood and bodies of men and women filled the streets and homes. The youth and children were nowhere to be found. Upon further investigation, they were found in the white church at the top of Ridge Hill.

All of them were clothed and singing a sermon in white robes that had been stained and splattered with the crimson red blood of their family and friends.

When they were taken in for questioning, each one said the same thing. "Reverend Smith preached the good word to us. He is truly a prophet of God. Our souls will be welcomed in the Great Hereafter now that the sacrifice has been given." What was even more disturbing than that were the roughly fifteen or so girls between the ages of eighteen and twenty-four who all claimed that they had been extra blessed because they had been selected by God himself to carry the child of Reverend Smith and raise the next generations of prophets.

The FBI attempted to locate Reverend Jonas Smith after that night, only to find that he never existed.

After months of searching for him, the trail went cold, and the case was given to you, Agent Y/N Walters. After a few weeks of digging you did stumble upon a similar case from Massachusetts, except the man believed to be behind it was someone named Father Jackson Simmons and a case from Texas but the person of interests name in that one was James Simon.

You read each file and realized that Jonas, Jackson, and James all had to be the same man. You just had to figure out who he really was and stop him before the events of Ginger Ridge were repeated.

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The windows were down on his beat up late eighties model pickup truck as Jake Seresin drove down the highway. He fiddled with the radio station landing on a Beach Boys song as he drove past the "Welcome to California" sign.

The sun was just setting as he pulled into the small seaside motel in the town of Del Angelo. He adjusted his tie and grabbed his duffle bag before exiting his vehicle.

"Good evening." The older woman at the desk greeted him.

"Evening Ma'am." Jake said as he walked up to the counter. He dropped his bag by his feet and set his worn Bible and keys on the counter.

"How can I help you?" She asked him.

"I called yesterday. I have a reservation for the next few weeks under the name Saunders." He said before giving her a wide smile.

"Ah, yes, I remember. Jason Sauders. I have the reservation right here. A room on the third floor, end of the hall, just as you requested." She smiled at him before handing him the key. Jake handed her a large stack of bills and gave her a wink.

"My name is Ethel if you need anything, and if I'm not around, you can ask my husband David or my daughter Mary-Ann." She told him.

"Thank you, Miss Ethel. You know there actually is something you might be able to help me with." He said.

"What's that?" Ethel asked him.

"When I was driving in town, I noticed an old boarded up church. Any idea who I could talk to about fixing it up?" Jake asked her.

"You'd probably need to talk to Mayor Andrews about that. Is there any reason you want to fix up that old place?" She asked him.

"Well, Ethel, my full name is Reverend Jason Sauders, and I was hoping to fix up that church so I could bring the word of God to the people of Del Angelo." Jake told her.

"A preacher? My word, we haven't had one of those here in years. Lord knows we need one. You might be just what we need around here, Reverend Sauders." Ethel beamed.

"I hope so. I know that after I'm finished, Del Angelo will never be the same." Jake smirked at her before grabbing his things and heading to his room. He chuckled to himself, knowing that the first part of his plan had already been put in motion.

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Hope yall enjoyed my unmedicated ADHD filled dumpster fire

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o4ktree · 9 months

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About Aft

Personality

While he isn’t as lazy as OG, there’s no doubt he’s dragged around by his brother if he’s ever (trying) to snooze off. Aft is definitely more alert while still being laidback to an extent. You’ll find him to be more flirty and more unserious when nothings going on, and using his future-vision for mostly goofs. He tries his best to lighten the mood, but comes off as clingy when distressed (even if it’s not shown).

About Yore

Personality

Yore is easily agitated, and nit-picky about people. It’s a lot more noticeable with strangers because he lays off the analyzing with closer friends/family. You’ll find him using his past-vision for somebody he wants to be cautious of or as a last resort. He tries his hardest to appear calm and respected, while constantly anxious about what could happen next. Music being his way of coping, he plays and enjoys to listen to a number of string and woodwind instruments, making him very creative.

#hereafterau #undertale #utau #undertale au #hereafter #aspenart #digital aritst #oc art #digital art #reference #ref sheet

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welcometololaland · 8 months

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LolaLand - 911 Lone Star Fic List

Multi-Chap AU

a long time ago (we used to be friends) (Carlos/TK) 12/12 - E - Austin AU (166,000)

Series - The Tennis AU

Love Game (Carlos/TK) 11/11 - E - Tarlos tennis AU (~143,000)

Match Point (Carlos/TK) 6/6 - E - Tarlos tennis AU sequel (~20,000)

Love in Slow Motion (Carlos/TK) - 12/12 - E - Tarlos tennis AU prompt fill (~32,700)

Series - 3 x 04 Codas

Love, Immortal (Carlos/TK) 1/1 - T - 3 x 04 coda (~2,000)

Love, Enduring (Carlos/TK) - 1/1 - T - 3 x 04 coda (~3,400)

Love, Communicated (Carlos/TK) - 1/1 - T - 3 x 04 coda (~5,400)

Love, Healing (Carlos/TK) - 1/1 - T - 3 x 04 coda (~5,400)

Love, Inescapable (Carlos/TK) - 1/1 - T - 3 x 04 coda (~6,000)

Love, Hereafter (Carlos/TK) - 1/1 - M - 3 x 04 coda (~4,800)

Love, Indomitable (Carlos/TK) - 1/1 - T - 3 x 04 coda (~5,000)

Series - Seven Days of Smut

Still Waters Run Deep (Carlos/TK) 1/1 - E - 1 x 10 missing scene/coda (~6,300)

Phonography (Carlos/TK) 1/1 - E - Future fic (~6,000)

Nine Dart Finish (Carlos/TK) 1/1 - E - 1 x 03 coda (~5,300)

Illuminated (Carlos/TK) 1/1 - E - 3 x 04 coda/missing scene (~5,400)

Match in a Tinderbox (Carlos/TK) (Alex/Carlos) 1/1 - E - Austin AU (~5,300)

Sex Drive (Carlos/TK) 1/1 - E - 3 x 07 missing scene (~3,800)

And They Were Roommates (Carlos/TK) 1/1 - E - 2 x 10 missing scene (~6,900)

Series - Kid Fic

Baby, Make Your Move (Carlos/TK) 1/1 - T - Future fic/kid fic (~8,500)

Track Record (Carlos/TK) - 1/1 - T - Future fic/kid fic (~5,100)

Heartbreak High (Carlos/TK) - 1/1 - T - Future fic/kid fic (~6,800)

Co-Written Fic

The Ring-In (Carlos/TK) 7/7 - E - Hawaii AU (~87,300)

(Un)professional Services (Carlos/TK) - 7/7 - E - professional services AU (~63,300)

The Rainbow Fish (Carlos/TK) 8/8 - E - Pet store AU (~44,800)

One Shots - AU/Canon Spec

oh baby, i'm a fool for you (Carlos/TK) - 1/1 - E - twilight-inspired crack fic (~3,000)

Target Audience (Carlos/TK) - 1/1 - E - Carlos Reyes vs. TikTok (~8,200)

The Devil Works Hard (But Mesh Shirts Work Harder) (Carlos/TK) - 1/1 - E - PWP mesh shirt era (~10,000)

Warm Whispers (Carlos/TK) - 1/1 - E - Wedding night spec (~4,300)

Waterproof (Carlos/TK) - 1/1 - E - Gratuitous fiancé smut (~4,000)

Codas

living at the centre of a wound still fresh (Carlos/TK) - 8/8 - E - post-season 4 (~43,000)

all is near and can't be touched (Carlos/TK) - 1/1 - T - 4 x 16 coda (~3,800)

(Fl)oral Arrangements (Carlos/TK) - 1/1 - E - 4 x 08 coda (~5,200)

get it right, to get around me (Carlos/TK) 1/1 - E - 1 x 04 coda (~5,800)

The Morning (Part 2) (Carlos/TK) 1/1 - E - 3 x 18 coda (~4,500)

Breathe, Baby (Carlos/TK) 1/1 - M - 3 x 04 coda (~5,100)

#fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 link #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 feed #ao3 author #archive of our own #911 lone star #911 lone star fic #tarlos #tarlos fic #tk x carlos #lone star masterlist #lolaland: ls

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tanadrin · 5 months

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…(ya)ltse pikala watäṃ ·e – ci(ṣṣ)e /// /// – – ·nts· p(o) ask(a)sk(au) (mā) ñ(i) (ci)sa noṣ śomo ñ(e)m(wno)lme (l)āre tāka mā ra postaṃ cisa lāre mäsketär-ñ : ciṣṣe laraumñe ciṣṣe ārtañye pelke kaltta-(r)r«†ä» śolämpa ṣṣe mā t(e) stālle śol wärñai : 2 taiysu pälskanoym sanai ṣaryompa śāyau karttse(ś) śaulu-wärñai snai tserekwa snai tā – :

yāmor-ñīkte ṣe cau ñī palskañe śarsa tusa ysaly= ersate ciṣy= araś ñi sälkāte : wāya ci lauke tsyāra ñiśwetke «k»ly«†k»autka-ñ pāke po läklenta«nt»s ciṣe tsārwo sampā(te-ñ) – – – – – – ·e śol pals(k)= araś ñī kom-kom mī-

"…a thousand years, [you will] tell [our] story. [I thus announce, [here]tofore there was no human being dearer to me than [you]; likewise hereafter there will be no one dearer to [you] than [me]. [Your] love, [your] affection, [my] jubilant song rises up! Along with life [itself], this should not come to an end for [my] whole life. I was thinking: “I will live with one love well [for the whole of my] life, without any deceit, without…” The God [of Karma] alone recognized this, my thought. Thus he provoked a quarrel; it ripped out my heart [that belonged] to [you. I]t led [you] afar, it tore me apart, it turned me into a partaker of all sorrows; he took away the consolation [I had] in thee… my life, spirit, and heart, day-by-day…"

Tocharian B fragment, ca. 600 CE (source)

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fnaf-hereafter · 1 year

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anyone wanna see the cast designs for those being introduced in the FNAF 1 arc? 👀

#Word From Deity #fnaf hereafter #fnaf au #five nights at freddy's au #Art From Deity

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thestobingirlie · 2 months

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please please PLEASE talk more about Mrs H your version of her is amazing how did she and Mr H meet was she excited when Steve was born how did she find out her husband was cheating do they actually love each other

my hcs for steve’s parents vary wildly depending on the au and my mood lmao. but right now, this is what i’m feeling:

in most of my au’s, mrs h (hereafter referred to as diane, my name for her) comes from old money. her family has been wealthy a long time, and she’s famous in some small way. model, small acting roles that kind of thing. she’s know for her charm and looks and willingness to throw away her families money.

mr h (hereafter referred to as dick because i named him richard and i think it’s funny) comes from small town indiana, hawkins. he’s been working for years to build his families business (i lean towards some kind of real estate job). he’s out, he’s networking, and he meets diane. they’re both in their 20s (though sometimes i do love the idea of diane being a former secretary of dick’s and a lot younger. again, a lot of my hcs depend on my mood). anyway, it’s a whirlwind romance.

diane (and her families money) helps to build the harrington family business. she’s smart, and savvy, and underestimated. she’s also, just, exciting. and that’s what dick’s attracted to. this thrill. that she seems to take up all the space in a room.

for a boy from a nothing town, she’s… everything.

they marry fast, but steve doesn’t come for, like, another decade.

he’s a… surprise. they planned on kids, one day, but they like their freedom. the ability to do anything, relying on no one. but dick wants a son, someone to pass the family business onto one day, and diane likes the idea of children, of someone loving her unconditionally.

she wanted a girl, dick wanted a son, and diane is kinda devastated when steve turns out to be a boy. his nursery is bright pink for a few years, diane puts him in girls clothes when dick isn’t there to tell her off. she even does a few modelling jobs with him. he’s adorable. he’s a cute little baby.

but he changes her life. in a way she doesn’t exactly like.

steve doesn’t affect dick much, but suddenly they aren’t travelling, she doesn’t get to come into the office as much, she’s stuck at home looking after steve. and diane really struggles with that. sometimes i hc that she struggles with ppd. she has a hard time connecting to steve, and yet at the same time, when he’s a baby, it’s easy. he’s easy. he’s not really a person yet. it gets so much harder when he isn’t just… an accessory. part of her perfect wife life.

now, the cheating reveal is very fun, and the most consistent part of all my au’s. steve’s the one to discover it. he’s around 6-ish. comes home from a day out with grandpa, walks into his dads office and finds him…. closely cuddling a young, blonde secretary.

dick swears steve to secrecy, but steve, precious little mummies boy that he is, breaks his silence almost the second he sees diane.

she. flips. out. she’s been stuck as home, looking after steve while dick gets his dick wet? by the time he gets home that day, half of his stuff is on the lawn. wedding presents smashed, his favourite watch trodden on. diane doesn’t do things by half. she even gets steve involved. gives him a pair of scissors and tells him to go crazy with his dads ties.

dick is able to get her to soften eventually, but it forever changes the family dynamic. diane doesn’t trust dick anymore, dick blames steve for telling diane, and in a way diane kind of resents steve for telling her. she could’ve lived in ignorance. but steve is also the only person that still wholeheartedly loves her.

i think this is the point where she starts emotionally relying on steve, and becoming more of a “boy mom”, because she no longer fully trusts her husband to fulfil those emotional needs. it’s a lot of “you would never cheat, would you steve? you’re a good boy. you’re nothing like your good for nothing father.”

around the same time, dick’s parents get ill. they need more support, and with the cheating, diane is happy to usher dick away from the temptations bigger cities have to offer and back into small town hawkins.

he still has to travel back for work, diane doesn’t trust him. they both hate living in hawkins. and years down the line, we reach canon territory. a diane that follows dick whenever he leaves town, and a steve that goes insane at the very idea of cheating.

very fun.

now, the love is where it gets complicated lmao.

depending on the au obviously, but i do think they still kinda love each other, or at least, have love for one another. it’s how dick is always able to win diane round, it’s why dick doesn’t just divorce her. but they’re both pretty toxic people, i suppose, and that flows back into their marriage. but they still want to be who they were at the beginning of their marriage, their best selves, and that keeps some affection for the other within them. they both wish they could be those wild and free kids again. who had the whole world in the palm of their hands.

i do kinda think that once steve leaves that house though, they will divorce. yeah, every once in a while they’ll hit each other up and have an insane affair. maybe they even get remarried and divorced again. but eventually they have to stop living in the past, and move on.

(btw, i am always happy to talk about steve’s parents. they make me go insane lmao. esp diane. i mean, literally one of the reasons behind me writing saint stephen is because in all these “steve dies” au’s, his parents are never around!! i LOVE thinking about how steve’s death would fuck them up)

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