#/I SAY ALL OF THIS HUMOROUSLY. MY FRUSTRATION IS DIALED UP FOR LAUGHS. GOODNIGHT

[the-meme-monarch]

i like to think the skins in dandys world are (in universe) references to the cartoon, from special episodes/shorts/scenes/what have you, so the Canon To Me explanation for why the vintage skins look so doo doo and dogwater Not Fucking Period Accurate (capsule toys not existing until the 60s, solo cups and leg warmers the 70s, etc) bc in the cartoon it was maybe just a quick visual gag and nothing more.

i however am an unwell individual with a Forever hyperfixation on this era of cartoons and Will and Have redesigned them to be at least Kinda More period accurate while still resembling the design sensibilities of gardenview and you don’t Know how much it eats at me the things i Did still get wrong. origami while invented in the 6th century(i knew this) was introduced to america in the 50s(i didn’t know this (until recently)). capsule toys were invented in the 60s and i don’t even know when they were introduced to america, assuming that’s even, in-universe, where the cartoon’s company was founded. i can no longer find the comment but someone suggested her re-redesign vintage could be a lucky dip box since that serves generally the same idea of Getting A Random Prize like a gashapon and I really like that and am going to use it. i’m Going to redo scraps and gigi for those aforementioned reasons and additionally I’m going to do connie and looey when they actually come out.

but hey. did you know. hands shaking putting them on your shoulders. balloon animals were invented. in 1939. granted looey barely looks like a proper balloon animal so i don’t really have to sweat this but ooouuugh. ouuughhooooooo you people are pushing it

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On the Line - Chapter 5

Prompt: Alternate Universe

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4

Also posted this on fanfiction.net because I realized that the italicized words don’t always come out when you read using your phone so here it is :)

On the Line

Thanks for all the likes, reblogs and comments! :) I really want to finish this story now because it keeps waking me up, asking to be written ;;; Enjoy! :) 

“Miss MC!”

MC snapped out of her daydream and turned to her companion, the daughter of one of the workers. She was one of the rare friends that MC had, considering that most of her so-called “friends” decided it was more fun to make fun of her than put up with seeing her walk around with the town’s most eligible bachelor.

They were on their way home from the market but somewhere along the way, MC’s thoughts drifted off to Jumin and she wondered what he was doing in the future at this very moment.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

“Are you alright, miss? You’ve been out of it for a few days now. Have you not been sleeping well?”

MC consciously touched the bags under her eyes. Physically, she was exhausted but her heart soared whenever she thought of her next phone call with Jumin.

“I’m fine. I just have a lot on my mind.”

Her thoughts drifted off to Jumin again and she tried to control the smile that was spreading itself across her face but failed.

“If I may say so, MC. You seem to be happier these past few days as well. I know there is something you’re not telling me.”

MC grinned. “He sent me an angel.”

“An angel?”

MC nodded happily. “Promise me you will never speak of this to anyone.”

The girl promised and MC told her about Jumin. She knew she probably sounded crazy, but she didn’t care. The girl listened attentively but MC saw the troubled look on her face —she didn’t believe MC’s story.

“You have to believe me.”

“But…a man from the future? And you’re communicating through the phone…? MC, that’s…crazy. Maybe all the stress of the wedding is finally getting to you. Should I call for a doctor when we get home?”

MC shook her head. “I’m telling you, it’s true. Just you wait. I’ll find him in the future and introduce you to him.”

“Introduce to who?”

MC immediately tense upon hearing the voice, her grip on the basket full of raw ingredients tightening. She felt a hand snaking around her shoulder and her heart thudded painfully against her chest.

“Hong Chul, I didn’t see you.” MC answered, forcing a smile to her face.

Hong Chul stared at her for a while before answering, his eyes calculating. “How you could miss the presence of your beloved wounds me, MC. And then I stride over to greet my lovely fiancee and I hear her talking about another man.”

“There’s no other man.”

His grip on her shoulders tightened and MC winced as he pulled her closer to him. “No man can compete with me.” Hong Chul said, his smile tight, his eyes dark. MC darted a glance at her friend and she saw the alarm written all over the girl’s face. “If anybody even dares lay their eyes on you, you tell me immediately, okay MC? You’re my girl. Mine.”

MC couldn’t speak. She knew about his jealous streak, of course. At first, it was fine; he would merely tell off other guys and apologize to her. But as the days passed, she noticed him becoming more and more possessive —to the point that she couldn’t even speak to other men when she was with him. He would immediately cut her off and grab her hands or her shoulders or he would pull her to him and threaten the other guy. Nowadays, most guys in town just avoid her, even market vendors wouldn’t dare look at her during their transaction.

MC hated it. She didn’t belong to him yet. And even when they were married, what did he expect her to do? Stay inside the house all the time?

“Are you heading home?” Hong Chul asked her.

“Yes. We just bought some ingredients for dinner.”

“When we’re married, you wouldn’t have to do trivial things such as this. But I do expect you to cook our meals everyday.”

“I really don’t mind going to the market,” MC replied. “And I’m not much of a cook.”

“Then you’ll have to learn how to cook.” Hong Chul told her. He leaned in closer to her ear and whispered in a low voice, “Or I’ll have to eat you instead.”

A chill traveled down MC’s spine and she shrugged off his arm, stepping away from him.

“Hong Chul,” she said, shooting him a glare. “Stop it. It’s very rude.”

Hong Chul merely laughed. “What? Get used to it,” he said, his eyes settling on a woman who passed by. His eyes traveled down the woman’s body and MC pursed her lips.

When they arrived, Hong Chul greeted her father but left soon after, saying he had a meeting with one of his friends nearby. MC wanted nothing more than to kick him out of their house and out of her life.

Day 5

“How did the discussion with your father go?” Jumin asked.

“Terribly. He wouldn’t even listen to me. Hong Chul made a big show of sending me home from the market today, but he merely chanced upon me and my friend. And he was nothing but rude during the short walk home.”

“Rude? Did he do anything to hurt you?”

MC was quiet. Jumin had asked Assistant Kang to do research on MC, but it was raining pretty bad again and Jumin kept getting disconnected from the internet. He couldn’t even receive calls, which was frustrating since he couldn’t work. But it was also nice, since he could spend this moment focusing on nothing but MC’s voice.

“Nothing like that, I guess. He just made crude comments and openly ogled another woman in front of me.”

Jumin pushed his anger back, knowing he should keep calm in moments like this instead of losing it.

“I would like to meet this man so I can give him a piece of my mind.”

“I’d rather you not, actually. If he finds out I’ve been talking to you…who knows what he’ll do.”

“I really wish your father would gain some sense. It’s obvious that this man will not bring you happiness. God. I hate this.”

It was true. He hated being able to talk to MC but not being able to help her. He had all the resources but she was far beyond his reach. And the thought of that Hong Chul guy is enough to make him seethe.

“I can’t tolerate this any longer as well. I will speak with my father once more or I will escape this place with my sisters.”

Jumin’s eyes widened. “What?”

“You heard me. I can’t marry that guy —I refuse to!” Her voice cracked and Jumin sat up straight, worried.

“MC, are you alright? Talk to me, please.”

She didn’t speak, but he could hear her softly sobbing in the background. His heart constricted in his chest. She was crying and all he could do was sit in her room helplessly, 67 years in the future.

“MC…”

“I’m sorry. I…I’m just really scared. When I think about having to live with that man…I die.”

I die.

“MC…If I could hold you right now, I would.” Jumin said, closing his eyes and leaning his head against the headrest. “I would take you away from that place and protect you from that man.”

She sniffed. “I wish you really were here, Jumin. But don’t worry, I’ll escape soon.”

“Yes,” he replied. “That would be for the best. But you would need to go far, where his money and influence can’t find you.”

She sighed. “That would be really hard but I’ll try.”

Another silence fell over them. Jumin can feel the rage he was trying to keep at bay clawing for release. He tried to come up with detailed escape plans but he didn’t know what this town looked like in the 1950s.

“Jumin?”

“Yes?” he immediately replied, opening his eyes.

“Thank you for listening. I’m really glad to have met you.”

“I only wish I could do more for you.”

“Trust me, you’ve done enough. I can’t talk like this to anybody here, not even my sisters. I don't want them to know about Hong Chul.”

Jumin nodded. “You want to protect them.”

“Yes.”

“That’s very admirable.”

“Thank you.”

“MC.”

“Yes?”

“Please take care of yourself. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”

“I…Yes. I will. But tell me about your day. I could use the distraction.”

And so Jumin told her about his day, even though it was really boring. He tried injecting humor into the story so she would laugh and his heart soared when he succeeded. When it was time to say goodnight, he told her to be careful and to be safe.

“I will. I really hope father listens to me tomorrow.”

“If he doesn’t, start packing right away. The sooner you escape, the better.”

“Okay. Goodnight, Jumin.”

“Goodnight, MC.”

He waited for her to put the phone down before he returned the receiver. Jumin closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. He couldn’t just stay still anymore. He had to do something or he would lose his mind.

Grabbing his phone, he tapped his screen and pressed the speed dial for Assistant Kang. He would need Assistant Kang to come to the vineyard with all of her research on MC as soon as possible.

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