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Thank you to everyone who got me to 100 likes!

Haven't been here in a long while. :)

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Indefinite Hiatus

Hey, for those who enjoyed my fanfics, I'm glad you did, and thanks for reading.

Unfortunately, I'm unable to continue writing. I'm finding it even harder to focus with all the events going on in my country a.k.a. ✨ Xyx's homeland✨

Take care, and please don't assume that the facts will speak for themselves.

Learn marketing/persuasion, build rapport, emphasize common interests/values, and remember that history is not for the dead and virtue-signaling can be easily twisted against truth.

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Weird Flex, But Ok

Schoolmates AU with onionthief. You're partners for a project.

status: completed, plotless

chapters: 1, but can be seen as happening after Group Project

You were never invited to Onion's house again. He said it was to protect you, but you thought it was really to protect them. If that wasn't the first time this happened, then either they already tried reporting it, or they haven't and decided never to.

Seven siblings. An overworked mother and an overworked first-born. What would entering the picture change.

You kicked a stray pebble while waiting for Onion on campus.

"Ready to work on the project?" He asks, appearing out of nowhere and oblivious to your thoughts.

"Can we work at the canteen?" You murmur something about being broke, but in truth you only felt guilty that you have to spend on cafe's now. Does Onion even drink coffee?

"Sure."

You soon regretted your decision when you arrived. There were too many sounds and movement. Onion seemed unbothered by it all, chewing slowly, a sandwich in his hand.

You tried to wait for him to finish eating, so you could ask to move to the library. But the way he licked his cheek showed how oblivious he was to everything. That slow lick was so leisurely, it was as if nothing was wrong. It irritated you.

"Onion," you called, louder than you intended to, causing him to jump.

He looked almost pathetic. You felt sorry for him and also angry for him. He was your smartest classmate, and here he was eating a dumb sandwich because he has an asshole dad so now he gets startled easily by a stupid classmate.

"I'm sorry," you forced yourself to say. "I didn't know it was this...noisy here."

"Oh?"

The space cadet seemed surprised, as if noticing the different cafeteria sounds for the first time.

"Right. Noise doesn't bother me because there's 8 of us at home."

Idiot, don't brag about your home life.

You're boiling internally when he looks over your side of the table.

"Well, let's go to the library, then."

He popped the entire sandwich into his mouth.

You were still processing this when he tosses the crumpled sandwich bag into a bin and gathers his textbook and notepad. Didn't even put away his pen inside a case.

"Hey--!"

You called out to him, but he paid you no mind, already turned away, the sandwich round from his side profile.

"Finish chewing first, goddamnit," you huffed, messily grabbing your things to catch up to him.

He stopped in his tracks, chewing with a stuffed face as you opened your pencil case for him to store his pen in. He didn't respond at first, so you shoved your pencil case to his pen. If only he'd let go of it so you can close the zipper without cinching his fingers.

"It's dangerous to walk around with a pen like that. You're an older sibling, so you should really know these things."

"I don't run around like a child."

"Lecture me when your mouth isn't full."

He said nothing more, but let you store the pen.

Satisfied, you walked off ahead of him. You were several paces ahead when you heard him say something.

"I really have a bad habit of walking with my last bite of food. It's a skill, really."

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School Project

Classmates AU with Onion. You're at his house for a project, when his father arrives.

status: completed, plotless, bonus content

chapters: 1

You were working on your project together when it happened. The table suddenly disappeared, replaced by a dishelved mantelpiece and hotdogs rolling off the placemats and onto the floor.

They were snacks given to you by Onion's mom. You looked up to see a man you didn't know storm off into one of the inner rooms.

"If anyone younger than us comes by, keep them in the living room."

You've barely registered what Onion said before he went after the man. You're not sure what's going on, but you know it can't be good.

Hairs stand at the back of your neck as you hear muffled voices from the inner rooms. They didn't sound calm, and you strained to hear what they were saying.

You don't know why, but you started feeling angry. You know you don't belong here, but you feel incredibly offended. Personally. You wanted to know what was going on. You wanted to get up from your seat.

Your chair squeaks, a sound that returns you to your senses. There's a brief silence, almost civil, and you decide to tidy the table.

Propping it up, fixing the cloth, and arranging the plates were done in a blur.

You were picking up your crinkled textbook from the floor when you realized why this made you so angry.

If they started speaking in the other rooms again, you did not notice.

You march your way to the sink, trying to be reasonable. You drop the plates loudly on the counter, and slam the trash can lid.

You can't go over there. You can't go over there, you told yourself.

But it didn't mean you couldn't make your presence known. You opened the faucet to its maximum and started washing the plate furiously and quickly. How dare he. You dried the plates and set them aside with a gentleness that did not reflect your adrenaline. How dare he.

How dare that man.

You silently fumed as you made your way back from the kitchen. Inside the living room was a teenage girl still in uniform.

The man from earlier grabbed her wrist. "Let go," the girl said.

The man did not.

"Let go."

"Let her go," you growled in a voice you didn't know you had.

The man was surprised from your voice. But by the time he turned to you, his shock was replaced by anger.

"This is my house," he boomed.

He had a loud voice, as huge as he was, commanding the house, commanding even your classmate you barely know, whose family life you didn't have to see. Commanded everything in the house. Except that man was right. You didn't live here.

"I'm your fucking guest."

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He's Just Proud of You

Dinner date with onionthief and his mom. You ticked off all the boxes in the perfect partner checklist, but feel that Onion only likes you in his head.

status: completed, plotless

chapters: 1

You've just accepted a dinner invite.

"My mom would be really pleased," Onion said, a little too enthusiastic.

It wasn't that you hated being Onion's plus one. Or that you pretended to be someone you're not.

It was true. You worked hard to be the kind of person you are now, and you had a sense that Onion's mom genuinely liked you without projecting her ideals. You didn't need her to.

No, the problem was that it was all very real.

"Onion, until when..."

"Til 8pm would be good. You're welcome to stay longer, but I know it's short notice so you may have plans after--"

"No, until when is this?"

"The dinner? I don't understand."

You sighed and stared at Onion. "This relationship."

Onion's face faltered. "Are you asking this question for reassurance, or because you're... unhappy?"

"I'm happy, I really am," your voice wavered and your eyes stung. You turned away. "But sometimes it feels like you're dating me just to please your mom."

You stopped speaking, counting your breaths.

You didn't want to get emotional. Not in front of someone who doesn't care about you in that way.

Two arms wrap around your shoulder.

"You thought none of this was real?"

The walls you put up came breaking down.

"You keep saying your mom is proud of me, your mom will be glad to have me, your mom..."

Onion hugs you tighter.

"Your mom is the only reason why you date me."

There. You said it. Whatever happens now, you finally got it out of your chest. Onion didn't like you. He will probably ask you to stay, enumerating all your achievements and qualities you had that were "good in a partner".

You knew saying anything won't change his feelings. Not when you're this... emotional fragile mess. Not when you're not the perfect logical achiever. But you had to say it.

"I ticked off all the boxes in your checklist, and that's why your brain chose me."

You dug your index finger to your temple. It hurt, but Onion took it away.

"I would never do that."

"I know. Pointing fingers at your temples is pointless, isn't it?"

Onion turns you around to face him. There's an intensity in his gaze.

"I would never date you just for that."

You had no time to process what he said, as he enveloped you in another hug.

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Twice The Hostage

Delinquent AU with (civilian) onionthief. He works at a minimum wage job. Who are you?

status: completed, plotless, bonus content

chapters: 1

Onion scoffed. He never understood the appeal of pocketbooks.

Granted, he didn't understand the appeal of most things, but pining over a delinquent, or worse, a Mafia boss, just went over his head. He hoped none of his younger siblings ever get involved in that kind of life.

He gave the pocketbook on display one last squint, and returned to restocking the snack aisle.

His minimum wage job wasn't impressive, he knew, but it was honest and harmless work. It was only a matter of time til he could graduate and get a job with more upward movement and humane salary. Until then, he had this, computer repairs, and 2 other part-times.

He sighed, wishing he had a car like the one pictured in the magazines.

Wait.

No, there's nothing wrong with identifying with a photo or a fictional character.

He just fantasized for a moment, didn't spend hours reading lies. And what's this magazine doing in the snack aisle, anyway?

Onion got up and looked over the shelves one more time to check if there were any more misplaced items.

After a satisfied lap around the aisle, he heads to the magazine rack.

A bell rings as you entered the store.

You didn't pay attention to the staff nor to the person who went inside the store after you, paying them no heed other than to make sure you held the door out of courtesy.

You headed to the beverages section when you felt something cold on your temple.

You looked up the round store mirror in the corner to see a tall person in black pointing something at your temple.

"You. Don't move or I'll shoot," you hear them say as you see them face the direction of the staff.

He looked stressed, making eye contact with you briefly through the round mirror.

"Sir, you can take what you want," the staff said, placing his hands in front of himself. "I won't call the police!"

The person holding a gun against you had redirected it to the staff.

"Better stay true to your word," they seethed.

"I swear! I have 6 younger siblings to protect. Please!"

The person with the gun grunted. They kept the gun pointed at the staff while pocketing several snacks into their bomber jacket.

You wondered about disarming them, but realize it's too risky. Soon, they leave the store.

You failed to move, only asking the staff if the armed man was gone.

"They're gone now--hey!!"

Your knees give way. Strange. You didn't feel fear, but you could barely stand.

"I'm okay, I can speak," you said, still on the floor.

The staff helps you up and onto a chair. "I'll get you some water, on the house."

Soon he brings you some vitamin water and watches you revitalize yourself.

"You really couldn't call the police?"

"Eh? Oh. I guess it slipped my mind."

"First time are gun point?" You asked, as if it wasn't yours. As if your knees didn't give way and you're now drinking vitamin water from a guy who's standing fine after the incident. "Or do you just care about customers that much?"

"Hmm? Oh, no. Not really."

You weren't quite sure which question that was supposed to answer, but your throat was itchy so you took another sip.

The staff spoke up again while you were drinking. "Actually, can you help me?"

"Sure, you did save our lives," you laughed it off, placing the now empty water bottle on the table. "On the house, right?"

"M-hmm."

You wiped your mouth, waiting for him to continue.

"Can I ask you to pay for the stolen goods?"

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No Presents, Just A Little Moment

An apartment AU with Onion; Christmas time.

status: completed, plotless, bonus content

chapters: 1

Your neighbor onionthief just arrived at his apartment door at 9pm. You were on your way outside.

"Done with the sem?"

You usually minded your own business, but the crisp December air made you more sociable. You may both be introverts, but you are neighbors. Have been for 6 months now.

"Oh, yes," he said, smiling. Odd, it seemed that he was also in high spirits. "I finished classes yesterday, but met with some classmates today before the break begins."

"Ah, I miss school."

"It's one of the few places where you're allowed to talk about your interests, yes. Encouraged even."

"What?"

"Nothing. I like school, but I like family more."

Family wasn't a topic you weren't to keen on talking about yourself, but seeing the man's brown eyes light up made you entertain the topic.

"Are you visiting them soon?"

"Yes, tomorrow actually." He waved some paper bags. "I've brought everyone gifts."

"Oh wow, did you get them wrapped?" You thought of making a joke a out having a gift yourself, but decided against it. You were in a sociable mood, not his long-time friend.

"Not yet. I have some procrastination to do," he laughed. "What about you?"

"I've been chipping away at the gifts. Today I'm going out for a little break."

"Oh, have fun! Have you seen the tree in the square yet? It's majestic. I saw it earlier with my friends."

"Really? I gotta see it then!"

It felt like you were friends exchanging silly movie recommendations.

"Oh, I've been told there are fireworks at 10. You should see those, too." He moved towards his door.

Awkward.

"Definitely!"

He nodded, not quite sure what to say, polite, and also aware of the task ahead of him. "Enjoy, alright?"

"I will, I will. You enjoy gift-wrapping!"

It was a silly suggestion. He didn't seem to be the type to do arts and crafts, so you giggled.

He merely raised his eyebrows. Scratched his forehead. Opened his palm, making a wave that's not quite a wave.

You waved back, and turned away.

***

You returned at 10:42pm. Unlocked the door when you heard another door being opened.

You looked back to see onionthief in a different change of clothing. A piece of wrapping paper stuck to him, a piece of ribbon trailed from the recycling. He must've finished wrapping gifts for the night.

"Advance Merry Christmas," he said.

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and I'm too lazy to un- & re-install

it's perfectly updated

my AO3 app is stuck on a loading screen. can't read anything

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Summer Days

Summary: On the first days of summer, socially anxious USUI finally decides to join the server video calls.

With Onion in the call, will there be more talk of academics, or will server friendships bloom?

status: completed, oneshot

You were in a voice call with the server. BIGLADY, two2, June, onionthief, and nightowl were in the call. Owl had his cam on and was playing server class clown, Biglady was making actual XD facial expressions, and June and Two were keeping up animatedly.

It was the afternoon of the early days of summer break, and Onion was too busy packing his things to contribute.

All signs of him still being there were the drone of an electric fan and sounds of cardboard boxes: being pushed on the floor, stacked, or taped. Occasionally, there'd be empty, previously folded ones: the shallow sound of cardboard flaps scratching against another. You came into the call late, and if the others haven't told you what Onion was doing, you would've thought they were sounds of mice.

"Onion, you still there?" BIGLADY says, her eyes crinkling and face glowing with mirth.

Very XD.

"If we didn't know any better, we'd think you're some rat or something," Two added.

Oh, your exact thoughts.

"Should we tell Xyx to get Cat?" More eye crinkling, interrupted only by stifled laughter in between sips of boba tea.

"Guyyyyys," June piped in. "Leave him alone."

"You just don't want him here, June."

"I don't want to hear that from you, Nightowl."

"My bad, my bad~"

You continued to hear more cardboard sounds and wonder if Onion could hear any of you at all.

You heaved a sigh of relief when it's replaced by sounds of Ziploc bags, then nothing.

Not nothing as in the sounds stopped, but nothing as in even the electric fan was gone. And you didn't hear him switch it off.

In a blink of an eye, his camera is on.

As expected, there were storage boxes and several books on the floor. Onion was somewhere off-frame. At the lower right corner of the interface, the microphone icon was now crossed out. You looked back up and saw that the fan was still spinning.

"OMG," June squeaked. "Careful with the books, Onion!"

"That's a lot of books," Two added. You half-expected to see him make the same confused face as Lola.

"What's going on?" Biglady and Owl ask at the same time.

You could see Biglady switching tabs in her eyeglasses' reflection, while Nightowl shifts from his bed. He had his laptop cam on, but was using his phone and earphones. He propped onto his elbows.

"Oh, it's just Onion turning on his camera," June explained.

"Well, what do you know. Mr. Perfect likes some live company, too!"

Onion enters the camera's view and shoots an annoyed look, but says nothing.

He was wearing wireless headphones.

"Hey, Onion~" you said, forgetting his mic was on mute.

You were about to wave when he waved instead.

Oh, right. He can hear you.

Wait, so he was there this whole time?

His brows and eyelids were still dipped, and after many video calls with Onion, you still can't tell if he's neutral or frowning.

"So USUI," BIGLADY called.

You zoomed out your attention to the general surface area of your screen. "Yeah?"

"What made you decide to join the call this time?"

"Yeah, Lovely was sad they couldn't meet you," Nightowl added.

"XD Lovely? Get a room."

"You're chatting with LovelyLola?"

"Yeah, typing-- Well, it is their display name!"

"Psssh~"

Sounds of typing.

"And it IS true~"

"You're making me choke on my boba pearls."

"Careful, Biglady," June hummed.

"Well, I thought it'd be a nice way to start the summer?" You offered, answering Biglady's question.

Two beamed like a puppy. "Yeah, I'm so happy school's over!!"

"No break for me. I have 6 units this intersession," June lamented. Whenever June complains, it still doesn't sound depressing. She just had that sort of voice.

"Don't remind me. Let's not talk about courses," said Nightowl.

"Yeah, let's talk about university applications instead!"

Before you could register the smirk on Biglady's face, you hear a loud outburst from Two.

"No! No talk about school!"

"University isn't school."

"No! No education!!"

"Aww, don't be mean to Two."

"Yeah! How would you feel if I talked about work on summer break?"

XD "We don't have summer break."

Four voices groaned then laughed. It was true. When you were working, you didn't have regular summer breaks anymore. Still, it was because of this that you wanted to go along with it anyway, and arrange a call that matched most of your schedules: to celebrate the first days of summer.

You're in high spirits and glance at Onion's window. He was smiling, too.

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There's an Elephant in the Room and It's as Big as Quest

Something's been weighing heavily on Quest's mind. So, he asks the server for their input!

What could that thing be?

This fanfic occurs after the timeline in canon. References xyx's occupation and Quest's backstory.

status: completed, plotless, bonus content

number of chapters: 1

Quest: i didn't realize keeping it a secret would be this heavy

nightowl: well, it's not your fault they didn't ask!!

NakedToaster: no shit. yeah??

onion: you mean, Quest didn't intend to make it a secret

nightowl: ??

we literally agreed?

onionthief: no, you're blaming the company. what i'm saying is, they're lucky Quest doesn't commit crimes anymore

nightowl: so...we agreed?

BIGLADY: XD

NakedToaster: you can't agree after abandoning Nathaniel

BIGLADY: Toaster, everyone changes. Quest, Nathaniel

even onion

xyx: lmfao

NakedToaster: whatever

we're straying from the topic

or are we done?

june: all in favor of Quest bringing it up to his employer

if only so he doesn't feel bogged down by (unnecessary) guilt,

say I!!

I!!

nightowl: I!!

onionthief: i

BIGLADY: I'M

SO SORRY I EVER DOUBTED YOU, QUEST

YOU DESERVE EVERYTHING GOOD IN THE WORLD

NakedToaster: geez, woman

BIGLADY: I!!!

salociN: life is too short ! I !!

nightowl: I!!

two2: not old enough to vote

nightowl: I!!

two2: but I!!

nightowl: I!!

nightowl: I!

nightowl: I!

NakedToaster: ...

...

ONLY so he doesn't feel bogged down by guilt

nightowl: I!!

xyx: if you ever need a knight in shining armor, legal-wise,

I

am here

BIGLADY: XD legal-wise

nightowl: I!

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Scum of Society

Summary: After getting banned from the server, societyboy seeks revenge.

Heath Sousa thrashed his laptop to the wall. That nerd banned him. That fucking nerd banned him.

Heath planned on destroying Quest, but he didn't expect the coward to take him down with him.

Head throbbing, Heath stared at the hole in the wall of his apartment.

"Your laptop, shit." He seethed, picking up the machine.

The casing cracked, but the monitor seemed to be fine. It took a while for it to boot. He pressed enter several times.

TACK.

TACK TACK TACK. BAM.

Heath paced the room and clutched at his hair.

Ping.

He turns around to the sound of his phone. Walks to his bed and reads a text from his aunt.

"I paid for your rent this month. Don't forget to look for work."

He grips his phone before deciding to put it down. He will not ruin two gadgets today, oh no.

Not when someone has to pay for it.

He sits on his office chair and goes to a recently visited website. The sales department was hiring, and that was the perfect place for trash like him.

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.

.

On the day of the interview, a man with green hair and multiple ear piercings enters a dark narrow entrance of a tall building. The steps were steep and gray, and the security guard functioned as a receptionist.

The guard looked doubtfully at him, but the pierced man knew how to deal with the likes of them. Both stared down until the guard decided it wasn't worth their pay. The pierced man smirked, and flashed his clear book. "I really am an interviewee, believe it or not."

.

.

.

"So, Mr. Sousa. It seems that you were a stellar performer at your previous place of work," a man with unremarkable features droned on.

His eyes aren't blue, Heath thought.

The interview had gone on for a while, and he didn't have the patience for pleasantries like he used to, Heath realized.

"Despite your current attire, you seem fully qualified for a position in sales. What made you decide to leave your previous job?"

"Oh, I was engaged in important communal work," Heath forced a smile. He had to be professional until he gets what he needs.

The idiot had a follow-up question. "Communal work? Of what nature?"

"Wiping my grandma's ass."

The unremarkable man remained unremarkable, though the look on his face burned into Heath's memory. Heath stared him down.

The unremarkable man bursts out laughing. "Hahaha! Ohh, I see you have an odd sense of humor. Well, since you're already dressed that way, it seems in character for you. It must be useful when selling to clients, eh?"

God, Heath hated that man. He had started to gain some features. A round face, double chin, rosy cheeks. Bald. Old enough to be his father.

"Well, as long as you get the job done."

That left a bitter taste on Heath's mouth. He used to be passionate about this field. It was where his talents got him. His knack for understanding people and what makes them tick. And it was that talent that told him his interviewer was a selfish man who hid behind jovial smiles.

"I've already specified what the job entails in the job description, including the hours. Benefits are stated as well as the salary. I'll admit I'm hesitant to hire you given your entire year break and your current attire, but you should be content with the bottom salary, right?"

Heath internally cursed himself. Had he remembered to buy a new suit that fit him, he'd have gotten the upper salary.

"We do have a performance bonus, of course. After six months, your salary will increase. You will have to prove yourself, of course."

"Of course."

The repetition irks Heath more than the knowledge that he has nothing to prove.

He had a great record on his previous company. He won an award for 3 years. He got promoted. He remembered that fact clearly, and that is why he forgot something as important as buying new clothes.

He had torn them in frustration when he made the decision to resign a year ago.

He didn't even want to leave his job. He had the perfect life.

A career that worked for him.

A partner.

A new apartment.

He needed his family to be perfect, too.

He juggled caregiving with work when no one else wanted to do it.

He was the perfect boyfriend. A family man. A career man. A lady's man who can woo any woman he wanted, yet stayed loyal to one. A nice guy.

He wasn't like this bumbling man poring over papers he should've prepared beforehand, who probably only got to keep his job because nobody qualified would apply to this obscure company.

But that shattered one day when his partner didn't show up for him. They knew he was busy, yet still prioritized their selfish desires.

He followed them only to find them spending time with another man. He's been gathering evidence ever since. He confronted them, and they called him a stalker. Ceased contact.

It was by chance he came across them again, but to think the whore is still out seeking random men. He just had to interfere. Especially when one was this lowly. Pathetic. Trash.

Heath's thoughts are interrupted by a flash of white.

At last, the unremarkable bumbling man found the contract papers. It was being waves in front of his face.

"Just sign here and your rent is secure for a month!"

Heath signed the contract and glared at the man.

"See, I can make jokes, too," the idiot explained. "Ah, yes. One copy for me, and one copy for you."

Heath nodded quietly, determined to get out of this place before he loses it.

He needed to put Quest to shame. To expose him. First, Heath will make a reputation for himself. Then he'll show that bastard Quest what's it like to lose something he worked for. Not that someone like him will understand. Trash that thinks he can reintegrate into society scot-free while citizens like Heath suffer.

They descended the stairs as the annoying man made what seemed to be more quips. Heath ignored them until he reached the bottom of the stairs.

Finally, he turns to this man, whom he had to acknowledge was his new supervisor.

"Well, I'm glad to have you on the team!" They shake hands, and all Heath could think of was to get past the guard, and get out of this place. But then he hears something.

"They didn't hire a nurse?"

"Ha ha ha ha!" The supervisor laughed. "He said he wiped his grandma's ass! Of all the bullshit I've heard interviewees say, that was the only one entertaining."

Heath strides back up the stairs and opens the door.

"Oh, Mr. Sousa, did you forget something?"

Without a word, a cutter emerges from Heath's pocket. Someone screams.

"Mr. Sousa, I think you're taking the acting a little too far--"

Speak for yourself, you fake. Heath slashes at the man, only to feel something grab his wrist and hit his chin.

The last thing he sees are a pair of blue eyes.

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.

.

Heath's contract was cancelled. He was brought to a local precinct where a blotter was made against his assault.

His would-have-been supervisor wanted to lock him behind bars, afraid that Heath will do good on cutting off his tongue. But a secretary reminded him that they did not have the money for that, and the police reassured him that they would arrive on scene as needed. And if they didn't, there was still the tall jacked man with blue eyes.

While Heath remained in handcuffs, he watched the atmosphere around the others quickly shift. They left the precinct without giving him so much as a glance. They were treating him as scum. The scum of society.

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Warning Tags

Note: NOT ALL of my fanfics will have each of the content warnings listed here; it varies per fanfic.

I'm just providing this list so you know whether to add them to your filter settings here on Tumblr.

#CW: foul language

#CW: name-calling

#CW: past violence

#CW: assault

#CW: stalking

#CW: mentions of cheating

#CW: implied sexual content

#CW: laughter

#CW: affirmations

#CW: asystemic optimism - explanation: Systemic pessimism is not something easily solved by being told, "you're worthy," etc. because personal/asystemic pessimism isn't the problem. Personal/asystemic optimism may address personal pessimism (e.g. lack of confidence in oneself) but not systemic pessimism (i.e. lack of confidence in policies and how things work) and may put the affected person in a position of reassuring those around them while glossing over their concern. A concrete example: Quest's problem in There's an Elephant in the Room and It's as Big as Quest isn't just that he "lacks confidence" or "hasn't forgiven himself;" it's that there's a very real prejudice/stigma against his past. Reducing the systemic problem to a personal/asystemic one not only leaves the issue unsolved, but also makes it a non-issue (invalidated) and tends to make the troubled person ironically take the role of comforting the asystemic optimist.

Is there a tag not listed here? You can try to pre-empt it since my CW tags follow the same format:

#CW: inexperienced optimism - explanation: Inexperienced optimism is optimism coming from someone who hasn't been in the character's shoes. For example, it's easy to tell someone it will be okay if you aren't suffering in the same specific way they are. Do I recommend blocking this tag? Not really, unless you relate to the main character of the story, or you dislike inexperienced optimism in general. For example, if reader A has never been convicted, they'll see the server interaction as cute and wholesome. But if reader B has been convicted and gotten discriminated for it, it might not be as wholesome for them. At the same time, reader A might not appreciate inexperienced optimism regarding relationships while reader B does. If either reader blocks the tag, they might miss out on something that's not even disturbing for them. CW: inexperienced optimism is a general warning tag, not independent of context. I'd make specific sub-tags (e.g. CW: inexperienced optimism: crime) but either I need more fanfic to use that tag on, or just have statistically considerable reach.

#CW: detached optimism - explanation: It's similar to inexperienced optimism, but this time it's from someone who was in the character's shoes a long time ago. When time passes, wounds are no longer fresh, pain no longer stings. So even though you have been there once, you're no longer emotionally familiar with the situation. You might remember feeling sad in the past, but you're not feeling sad remembering that you were sad. You're detached. This is how detached optimism can be disturbing content.

#CW[colon][space][disturbing content], or

#CW[colon][space]mentions[space]of[disturbing content]

Note that "mentions" is plural, not singular, regardless of how many mention/s there are/is of whatever content.

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List of my Bloomic Fanfics

Summaries will be on the posts/fanfics themselves.

Oneshots

Scum of Society (hurt, assault, mentions of cheating, name-calling, job-hunting)- societyboy as Heath Sousa; post-canon

Summer Days (lighthearted, friendship)- BIGLADY, two2, onionthief, June, nightowl; may or may not be liquidated into a Hear Me Without Hearing Me chapter later IDK; but for now it's a oneshot

Write to Me Right Next to Me (romance, mild angst, fluff, implied sexual content, gender-neutral)- onionthief as Ollie, OC; contains spoilers to Hear Me Without Hearing Me; post-canon

Chaptered, ongoing

Hear Me Without Hearing Me (romance, angst, hurt, comfort)- onionthief, OCs, NakedToaster, the rest of the server; same time as canon but AU

What They're Privy To (mild angst, violent humor, police officers, stalking tho it's Quest)- Quest as Matthew Davis, societyboy as Heath Sousa, OCs; post-canon

Series

The Catfish Chronicles: Hear Me Without Hearing Me, Summer Days, Write to Me Right Next to Me

How Badly Do You Need A Redemption Arc?: Scum of Society, What They're Privy To

Plotless, Bonus

There's an Elephant in the Room and It's as Big as Quest (friendship, fluff, comfort)- Quest, all NPCs except SB, DUFE cameos, and the bots

No Presents, Just A Little Moment (neighbors AU, cute, Christmas, sem break)- onionthief, introverted reader

Twice the Hostage (delinquent/crime AU, humor)- onionthief, stoic reader

He's Just Proud of You (invited for a dinner date, are we fake dating, you are onion's ideal™ partner- onionthief, overachieving reader feeling vulnerable

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List of OCs

Note: This character list may or may not contain spoilers.

OCs that appear in my Bloomic fanfics

Azura- Hear Me Without Hearing Me

Carlo (Ligaya's husband)- Hear Me Without Hearing Me

Christine (assistant)- What They're Privy To

unremarkable man, Ed (supervisor)- Scum of Society, What They're Privy To

Filemon (police officer)- What They're Privy To

Ligaya (Carlo's wife)- Hear Me Without Hearing Me

unnamed policewoman- What They're Privy To

unnamed screaming person- Scum of Society

unnamed security guard receptionist- Scum of Society

USUI- Hear Me Without Hearing Me, Write to Me Right Next to Me

wintersol- Hear Me Without Hearing Me

OCs that are mentioned in my Bloomic fanfics

Mrs. Fields (lawn flamingo lady)- What They're Privy To

wintersol- Write to Me Right Next to Me

03/12/22: If anyone's going to make derivative content using any of the above OCs (fic, art, etc.) please ask first! I made them from scratch, and I also use them outside of fan fiction.

If I haven't listed a character here yet and you're not sure if they're OC or not, please wait or ask!

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Tangent: I didn't include Heath, Matthew, and Ollie here because they're not really OCs but are headcanon characterizations of canon characters. For a list of my HCs, head over to this post.

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List of my Bloomic Headcanons

Note: I may or may not have more than one HC for each character. (I mean, since we're HC-ing, anyway.... There's always the AU excuse.)

Currently, they only have one HC each, but that may change without notice.

Active HCs

These are HCs that are in my posted fanfics.

onionthief- Orlando Nicolas "Ollie" Ong

Quest- Matthew "Chewy" Davis

societyboy- Heath Sousa

Trivia HCs

I probably haven't gone farther than giving them names.

BIGLADY- Raissa Oliver

june- Camille Ann St. Therese

NakedToaster- Frederick Olsen

nightowl- Seung Doh

salociN- Nicolas Sears

societyboy- Matsuya Kyle

xyx- Kevin Dean T. De Leon

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For chaptered stuff, I'm still thinking whether to post here first or on AO3.

I wish AO3 had a queueing/scheduling feature.

Also, should I post chaptered stuff here by the chapter or in one go?