#custom backrooms level

[ruka-stars-art2261]

May or may not have just made myself a backrooms level in 3 hours.

I have another backrooms level I made with 2 entities, i just haven't sorted out the details like this one.

Probably cause it has alot of internal society backstory, Lol. I might finish it one day.

Anyhow, here's some of the images I edited for the level.

I'm probably going to re-write this in the future so if you have any tips on what should be changed lmk.

[grimecrow]

Rough Draft For A Set Of Backroom Ideas I Had

Level 9094 - 'The Video Store' Survival Difficulty 2 - Safe - Secure - Low entity count - possible psychological influences Description: To wanderers who had access to a video rental store this floor will have the colour scheme and displays their store did. If the wanderer has never had access to such a place Level 9094 will appear to be a seemingly endless number of corridors of floor to ceiling shelving filled with VHS tapes. If you were to pull one of the tapes off a shelf you will find that the cover is well worn, covered in a lot of stickers labeling genre, new release stickers, or labeling them as three day rental stickers. There are no windows, and the only door found in Level 9094 has a sign above it labelled 'The Game Section''. (Please see the information for Level 9094.1 below this entry.)

Periodically the shelving is broken up by a display containing a television, a VCR, a little glass door fridge containing almond water, and bags of popcorn on top of the fridge. Above each of these displays is a large sign that says "Watch it!" The only sounds you will hear if you are not near one of the "Watch it!" displays that has a movie playing is the faint buzz of the lighting, occasionally the footsteps of the facelings that seem to work here restocking shelves or the squeaking of the wheels of the little carts that carry the tapes they are restocking. These facelings act like employees would; for example if you want a tape from a shelf you can't reach they will go get a stool and get it for you. The draw of Level 9094 is that every movie to have ever been made is here. Ranging from the very first films long since lost to time in reality, to releases that have come out decades after the death of the VHS tape. Wanderers are free to go to any kiosk and watch any movie they like. This is where the first potential danger is introduced. If you chose to watch a movie apparently how that movie makes you feel can be amplified. For example if you watch something that makes you afraid that fear will stay with you for an extended period of time. If a movie makes you sad, expect to be sad for a long while despite efforts to change that. The most dangerous movies though are ones that make you feel nostalgia or ones that have come out after you have entered the backrooms. Not every Wanderer came to the Backrooms willingly, and even among those who did come willingly some want to go home. If a wandered consciously or unconsciously has any degree of that mind set the feeling of desiderium; the feeling of loss or grief for something lost will take hold. Judging by all of those that have been documented to be effected in this way this is a permanent effect. This usually leads to a decreased desire and ability to explore and survive the back rooms. Entities: Aside from the faceling 'staff' there is also a shadow creature humanoid in shape that only appears when a Wanderer has done something to either create a ruckus, make a mess, or otherwise cause trouble. This entity has been nicknamed 'The Manager'. If a wanderer causes the Manager to appear it will attempt to grab them, if successful it and the wanderer in question will vanish. Wanderers can tell the Manager is about as the lights flicker while it is present. Entrances And Exits: Entrance: To enter Level 9094 you must no clip through a VCR anywhere in the Backrooms. Discovery of this floor has lead VCRs becoming a tradeable commodity among some wanderers who view The Video Store as a nice break from the normal trials they face or have a firm understanding of the potential created by exiting Level 9094. Exits: There are three known ways to exit The Video Store. The first is to find a movie with a number in it's title, take it to one of the 'Watch it!' stations, start the movie playing and then Noclip through the television to end up on the corresponding level. Warning though if this is attempted with a movie that has multiple numbers in its title you will be sent somewhere different. For example 'Friday the 13th part 2' will send the wanderer to level 13.2. If no such level exists then it is believed they will be sent to the Void. It has been documented that if a wanderer accidentally uses a movie with an '!' in it's title they were sent to Level ! - Run For Your Life. The second is to go through the door leading to Level 9094.1 'The Game Section'. The third way is a forced exit by the Manager. If a wanderer has been deemed to be causing trouble and ends up being grabbed by the Manager they will find themselves on Level ! - Run For Your Life.

Level 9094.1 - 'The Game Section'

Survival Difficulty 3 - Safe - Secure - No entities present - extreme psychological hazard

Description Level 9094.1 is a small room with the same shelving layout for a wanderer as Level 9094 has except the shelves this time will have every video game for the wanderers' favorite video game system. For those that had PC gaming manifest here the shelves were full of the large cardboard boxes PC games had in the 90s. In the center of the room will be the wanderer's favorite video game setup from when they used to play those games. There is also a sign that says 'Free To Play' above the setup. Please note that unlike in Level 9094 there are no other supplies in this level. There is also a book or notebook that appears that says 'Helpful Hints And Tricks' if you open it conveniently it will always have a list of cheat codes, exploits, and other cheats for the game you are currently playing. This is a trap as using any of these, whether you learned about them through the book or not gets you sent to Level ' 'You Cheated'. If a wanderer decides to start playing they will get the overwhelming urge to keep playing until they have tried to play and beat every game they loved. No sleeping, no eating, no drinking until every game is beaten or more likely the wanderer perishes. There has never been a documented wanderer who went to this level and played games alone coming out.

If the wanderer never played any sort of video games growing up the level appears as empty, dusty shelves and nothing more. Entities There are no entities in this level.

Entrances And Exits:

There is only one known entrance or exit and that is through the door separating Level 9094 and Level 9094.1

[iyoonjh]

Beyond Plus Ultra! – The anatomy of falling in love

Chapter 3: I Want to Know More About You (But I’d Rather Die Than Ask)

wc: 2297 words

The manga shop was quieter than usual when Y/N walked in. She had half-expected the same lively chaos as the day before—Beomgyu annoying Heeseung by debating over which One Piece arc was peak fiction, maybe even making him cry over Berserk in the corner. But today, it was peaceful.

Not that she minded.

She hadn’t planned on coming back to the shop so soon, but her feet had somehow carried her there after class, and, well… it wasn’t like she had anywhere else to be. Except she did, finals were just around the corner and Y/n was supposed to be studying every free minute she could get. However, there she was, sweating through her white blouse – maybe it was because the weather forecast said it was 30 degrees Celsius outside, or maybe it was the lingering possibility of seeing Soobin again – as she wandered between the shelves, fingers grazing the spines of different volumes. She wasn’t looking for anything specific, just enjoying the vibe. Eventually, she found herself at the Attack on Titan section, tilting her head at the display. Did she really want to emotionally wreck herself again?

What she didn’t notice, however, was the pair of eyes watching her from behind the counter.

Soobin had been in the backroom organizing stock when he heard the bell chime, signaling a customer. He hadn’t expected her.

Soobin was panicking.

She came back.

She came back?!

She looked out of place here, almost... too cool for this little manga shop. Soobin, on the other hand, was about as visible as a piece of dust on a shelf. It’s not like she even knows I exist for real, he thought, clutching the manga volumes a little too tightly in his hands.

Soobin took a deep breath, muttering under his breath like he was powering up for battle. Okay, she’s just a normal person. A normal, very pretty person who happens to be standing next to the AoT display looking way too elegant for someone about to relive the pain of the Marley arc. No big deal.

He peeked out cautiously, watching as Y/N browsed the shelves, completely unaware of his presence. A normal person would just walk up and greet her. A normal person would say, “Hey, welcome back!” But Choi Soobin was not a normal person.

After way too much internal debating, he grabbed something from behind the counter and hesitantly made his way toward her. He was going to do this. He was going to be normal. Just hand her the manga and—

He tripped.

The loud thud echoed through the empty shop as a lanky Soobin crashed onto the floor, taking down a display stand with him.

Y/N barely had time to process the faint shff! of movement before Soobin appeared in her periphery like a tragic protagonist mid-fall. With an embarrassingly loud thud, he landed on one knee, the manga slipping from his grip and skidding to a stop at her feet.

Y/N blinked. “…Are you okay?”

Soobin, who was actively contemplating running straight out of the store and jumping in front of the first bus that passed by, nodded stiffly. “Yeah. Just, uh… gravity.”

She tried not to laugh, but a tiny giggle slipped out, and Soobin swore he almost collapsed again. Critical hit. He was done for. “Good to know. Wouldn’t want you breaking your nose before finals.”

Y/n glanced down at the manga Soobin dropped on his theatrical fall and picked it up, flipping it over. A Silent Voice. “Oh, I’ve been meaning to read this for a while actually.”

Soobin cleared his throat, still kneeling like he was about to deliver a dramatic monologue. “Uh. Yeah. I—I thought you might like it. I don't know, I just thought you might for some reason. But, um, no pressure. If you don’t want it, you can just—”

“No, I do!” she said quickly, clutching it to her chest. “That’s really sweet of you. Thank you.”

He swore he could hear boss battle music playing in his head. Did he just level up in social interaction? Was this what character development felt like?

Realizing he was still kneeling on the ground, he scrambled to his feet and awkwardly brushed himself off. “Cool. Yeah. No problem.” Mentally screaming at himself to act normal, for the love of God. He noticed she was still looking at the Attack on Titan shelf and grasped onto the topic like a lifeline. “Uh, are you a fan?”

“More like a masochist,” she joked. “I just like good storytelling, even if it ruins my life.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, that series does that. I always go back when I need a good cry”. Now, why the fuck would I say that? Soobin thought, feeling his cheeks grow hotter with embarrassment. 

“Gee, I know, I think it's physically not possible within human physiology to not cry at some point during this series” she replied with a giggle 

Y/n shifted her weight, glancing at him. Now that she was here—just the two of them in this stupidly small and warm shop—it felt easier to talk, so she gathered the courage and asked “Hey, last time you mentioned photography?”

Soobin’s eyes widened, caught off guard that she actually remembered. “I did?”

She laughed, brushing her hair out of her face and Soobin's heart did a weird flip. “You did. Do you do film or digital?”

“Oh. Both. But mostly film,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck, that at this point was so red that he could feel it burning. “I like the process of it. Feels more… intentional?”

She hummed in interest, shifting closer. “That’s really cool. Do you have any photos you’ve taken?”

Soobin.exe stopped working. His ears burned. She actually wanted to see his work?

He fumbled for his phone and pulled up his camera roll, shakily scrolling through. “Um. Yeah. Here. These are from last month.”

Y/N leaned in, and Soobin immediately forgot how to breathe. She smelled like citrus and something sweet, and he was supposed to be showing her his photos, not having a crisis over her proximity.

Y/N and Soobin stood side by side, hunched over his phone as they scrolled through his camera roll. The initial tension had melted into something softer—still laced with awkwardness, sure, but comfortable in a weird way.

“This one’s nice,” Y/N murmured, pausing on a shot of a quiet street bathed in golden-hour light. “It feels like it should be on the cover of one of those indie novels about a guy who moves to a small town and learns how to love again.”

Soobin let out a startled laugh. “Uh… thanks? I think?”

“It’s a compliment,” she assured him, tapping to the next image. “You have a really good eye for lighting.”

He turned red at that. “I just mess around with settings until it looks okay.”

“Fake humility. I see how it is,” she teased. “Own your talent, Soobin.”

Soobin let out a small, embarrassed chuckle, scratching the back of his neck. “Okay, okay.”

They kept scrolling, stopping occasionally so Y/N could roast his composition choices or dramatically gasp at a particularly pretty shot. Eventually, they landed on a random candid of Beomgyu mid-rant in the shop, arms flailing, face animated with some sort of unhinged passion.

“Oh my god.” Y/N grinned. “Why does this look like Naruto when in crises?”

Soobin smirked. “It's basically him. He was arguing with Heeseung about which is the superior protagonist: Luffy or Gon.”

“And which side were you on?” she asked, eyes narrowing as if testing him.

Soobin hesitated. “Uh… I abstained.”

“Coward!”

“I like both!”

She hummed, unconvinced, but moved on. 

As soon as Y/N turned her attention back to his phone screen, Soobin let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. His palms were sweaty. Why were they sweaty? This was a completely normal conversation. He had conversations like this all the time—with Beomgyu, with Heeseung, with literally anyone who wasn’t Y/N.

But this was different.

She was teasing him. And smiling at him. And she was so so so pretty. And—was she actually having fun talking to him?

Soobin’s brain was fighting a losing battle against itself. On one hand, he was thriving. This was hands down the longest and most successful interaction he’d ever had with her, and it wasn’t even a total disaster. On the other hand, his body was reacting as if he had just been thrown into a boss battle with half his HP bar gone. His heart was racing. His stomach was doing things. He had never been more aware of his own existence.

And the worst part? She was so easy to talk to.

If he hadn’t been panicking, he might’ve actually enjoyed himself. Y/N had this way of making every little thing sound interesting—her jokes were quick, her curiosity felt genuine, and when she called him a coward, it was with the kind of amused glint in her eye that made him want to prove her wrong. He found himself wanting to know everything about her, what was her favourite character ever? What songs does she listen to? What's her favourite food? Does she have any allergies? 

He’d never felt this comfortable while simultaneously feeling like he was about to pass out.

Soobin’s grip tightened on his phone. He had to get it together. Act normal. Be cool.

Then Y/N turned to him with that same bright, easy grin, ready to make fun of him again, and yeah—he was absolutely doomed.

“Soobin. Explain this.” She held the phone up to his face, suddenly burst into laughter, showcasing a blurry, zoomed-in shot of a pigeon mid-stride. It looked like a video game glitch and she thought it was so funny for some reason.

“Oh.” He groaned, covering his face. “That was an accident.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I swear. I was trying to take a cool street shot, and then this guy just materialized in front of my lens.”

“I don’t know,” she mused. “This is art. You’ve captured his class struggle, his determination.”

Soobin snorted. “I’ll add it to my portfolio.”

“Good. I expect to see ‘Untitled (Pigeon)’ in a gallery someday.”

They kept talking, their conversation seamlessly jumping from photography to storytelling to anime. When they somehow ended up discussing Attack on Titan, Y/N sighed dramatically.

“I still can’t believe they made the titans move like that in the final season, what the hell was up with that?!”

Soobin grimaced. “Yeah. The CGI was… a choice.”

“They looked like Play-Doh men melting through an existential crisis, much like the rest of us in the heat outside”

He laughed. “You really do hate this CGI”

She shook her head. “Eren is out there committing war crimes, and I’m too busy trying to process why the titans look like PS2 cutscenes.”

Soobin chuckled, but before he could respond, Y/N glanced at her phone and froze.

“Wait.” Her eyes widened. “How long have we been talking?”

Soobin checked the time and blinked. “Uh… almost an hour.”

“An hour?” She gawked. “I was supposed to go home and study, and instead, I got distracted by Untitled (Pigeon).”

Soobin scratched his cheek. “Sorry?”

She sighed dramatically, clutching the manga he’d given her to her chest. “If I fail this test I'm blaming this shop.”

“You won’t fail,” Soobin said quickly, then faltered. “I mean… you seem smart?”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “You think I’m smart?”

“I—no—I mean—” He flailed. “Yes?”

She smiled, enjoying his flustered state. “Well, thanks for the vote of confidence.”

Soobin cleared his throat. “Uh. Anytime.”

She took a small step back toward the exit. “I should go before I end up staying another hour.”

“Right. Yeah. See you around?”

Y/N nodded, hesitating for just a second before flashing him a smile. “Yeah. See you Soobin.”

As soon as Y/N stepped out the door, Soobin let out a long, shaky breath, slumping forward onto the counter like his entire body had just given up on holding itself together. His palms were sweaty—actually sweaty, like he’d just run a marathon, except all he had done was have a normal human conversation.

He was pretty sure he’d just experienced the most socially successful hour of his life.

And yet, his brain was already picking it apart, dissecting every word, every awkward pause, every time his voice cracked like he was going through second puberty.

Why did he say “I mean… you seem smart?” like it was a question? Did she think he doubted her intelligence? Oh god. What if she thought he was condescending? What if she went home and thought, Wow, Soobin from the manga shop is actually kind of a dumbass?

He groaned, pressing his forehead against the cool counter. His heart was still racing, but it wasn’t from embarrassment alone. Beneath all the self-cringe, there was this… lightness. A warmth that had settled in his chest from the moment she smiled at him and didn’t immediately look for an escape route.

She had stayed. Talked to him. Laughed at his stupid pigeon photo.

And she had come back.

That last part was the most dangerous thought of all. Because Soobin had spent years mastering the art of being invisible—blending into the background, making himself as unintrusive as possible. He wasn’t used to people noticing him, let alone coming back to see him.

But Y/N had. And worse—he wanted her to do it again.

That realization hit him like a truck. He sat up, eyes wide, heartbeat somehow picking up speed again.

Soobin was doomed.

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[sagethegaywitch]

Yandere Octavinelle Headcanons

GN reader

TW: yandere behavior, killing mentioned, stalking, threatening mentioned

Genre: yandere

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Azul Ashengrotto: 🐙

Known around school for striking deals, Azul’s first thoughts with his love for you was to get you to sign a contract that tied you to him forever.  He didn’t pursue this route only because he wanted you to actually love him back.

Instead of forcing you into a relationship, he will use his unique magic to get you closer to him.  Maybe if you’re desperate for something he’ll make the contract so that you have to work at the Mostro Lounge, just so he can see your beautiful face and keep an eye on you.

Will employ the Leech brothers to watch you when he can’t.  If he’s busy making deals in the backroom, the twins will ensure that you’re not getting too cozy with the customers or trying to leave.

Outside of the Mostro Lounge, Azul will have one of the twins follow you around the whole day while he keeps up the appearance of the benevolent housewarden.

Once you two eventually get close and you actually start to enjoy your time working for him, Azul will start to open up to you a bit.

Will probably start with inviting you to lunch to discuss customer satisfaction to asking if you want to study with him for upcoming assessments.

These little meetups will stray from professional to casual hangouts between friends, and Azul hopes that it can continue even more to romantic dates with you.

Because he’s self conscious about his physical appearance, he won’t often take food that you gift him.  If you manage to convince him, he’ll place it on his desk and stare at it for a while before attempting to do some work.  Eventually he’ll cave because he doesn’t want to waste the food you made him.

He genuinely enjoys the food you make him and tries to savor them for as long as possible.  For example, if you gave him a bag of cookies, he’d reserve himself to only one a day to make it last longer.

He doesn’t have time to be jealous because he has his school work to do, his restaurant to run, and contracts to keep track of distracting him from you sometimes.  Also, because you have signed a contract that forces you to work at the Mostro Lounge at certain hours, he isn’t too concerned about you running away from him because you’ll always end up in his grasp sometime during the day.

When there is more trust in the relationship, he might even fulfill your contract and let you come to him willingly.

But, if you’re persistent about getting away, he always has the ability to change the contract or get you to sign a new one that forces you into a loving relationship with him.

If you somehow manage to stay away from him for an extended period of time, he’d probably ask the Leech brothers to bring you back peacefully or forcefully depending on how you react.

If you ever go swimming with him, only you can get him to transform into his octopus form.  He’d let you touch his tentacles too and show you a few tricks, like juggling, that he’s picked up along the years.

If he’s feeling generous, he’d take you on dives to check out some sunken ships, but he always has a tentacle around your waist so you don't stray too far.

Overall, only you can get him to come out of his shell, but you have to work first to earn his trust.  He can be very loving, showering you in treasures from the Coral Sea, but only if you return his affection too.  He has a Danger Level of 4/10, and the worst he’d probably do to others is ban rivals from the Mostro Lounge and maybe send the twins to scare them a bit. The worst he’d ever do to you is trap you with a contract so you can never escape.  In the end, pleasing him with hard work and fondness will definitely have him overwhelming you with praise and treats.

Jade Leech: 🍄

It's his duty to find personal information and maybe some blackmail on all incoming Octavinelle students, which is where his interest in you probably started..  He was intrigued by your whole incident with the Dark Mirror on the first day, and he wanted to learn more about you.

When he couldn’t find anything about your life with his typical methods, he resorted to befriending you.

While he may seem like the more civilized twin, he’s actually equally as unhinged as Floyd.  He would befriend you at first, luring you with either snacks from the Mostro Lounge or offering you homework help before trapping you in a relationship with him.

You might be suspicious of his kind behavior, but he just assures you he’s just doing his job of taking care of his younger classmates.  The smile he gives you is just too trustful, how could you ever doubt him?

Would definitely offer you a job at Mostro Lounge so he can keep a closer eye on you.

He would be the one to teach you the ropes and would use it as an excuse to stay close to you.  No matter how long you work there or how good you’ve gotten, he’d still stick by your side saying he needs to supervise you.

He is definitely a stalker, watching you from across the hallway and you can only ever see him from the corner of your eye.  When you turn, he’s always gone and you brush it off as your imagination.

You’d have your normal freedoms as long as you work your shifts at Mostro Lounge, but what you don’t know is that he’s always watching you from a distance.

Will show you his mushroom collection and will be thrilled if you take an interest in fungi as well.  He will gift you small terrariums and will teach you how to cultivate magical mushrooms.

His gifts are often more practical items like writing utensils, free meal passes at the Mostro Lounge, and definitely mushrooms that you can use in class or for cooking.

Not easily jealous, mostly because he knows he’s a better match for you than anyone else.

If you’re spending too much time with someone, though, he’d probably stand menacingly behind you with a restrained smile and closed eyes, a dark aura surrounding him.  But the moment you turn around, he’s giving you a more genuine smile and acting more innocent.

He’s not one to get violent easily.  He prefers to use his blackmail skills to make his victims terrified of what he can do and how he can ruin their lives.

If really pushed to it, he’d probably invite Floyd to help beat the shit out of the rival before carefully disposing of the evidence.  He’s very good at cleaning up crime scenes without leaving any traces, and he’s also a very good liar, maybe even putting the blame on another rival.

If he wanted a more discreet method of murder, he’d probably use a toxic mushroom from his collection to poison the poor guy.

Overall, his infatuation with you started with his curiosity, and soon developed into a suffocating relationship.  He’d have a Danger Level of 7/10 because he’s only dangerous when provoked.  Similar to his brother, he can get violent really quickly, but he just prefers playing with his prey through blackmail first.  As long as you don’t stray too far from his loving grasp, you’re sure to meet his standards and he’ll keep you close forever.

Floyd Leech: 🦐

Similar to Jade, Floyd was very interested in you because of the whole Dark Mirror incident.  He was mostly excited by the fire that Grim caused, but you also managed to catch his eye.

When he’s interested in something, he’s going to put all his time and energy into it until he gets bored.  But how could he ever get bored of you?

One of the more unstable yanderes at Night Raven College, and will use his mood swings to get away with a lot of stuff, like intimidating you and his enemies.

He’d probably force you to act like his shadow, either threatening you with a bone crushing hug or a menacing smile until you relent.

He likes it when you follow him around, it makes him feel powerful and lets you see how cool he can be.

Will always say “Did you see that!” after he either saw something interesting or did something awesome.

If you say “no”, depending on his mood he might get grumpy or might just do it again.  If you say “yes” he’ll give you one of his signature hugs and continue to drag you away to do something else.

He might forget you’re there sometimes, which would be the best moment to escape, but if he notices you again, he gets all excited and will pull you in a hug and describe everything you missed (even though you’ve been there the entire time).

He’s not really accustomed to the land culture, so most of his gifts will be customs from the Coral Sea.

They might be shiny rocks he found that reminded him of you or trinkets from sunken ships. If you don’t keep every single treasure he gives you, he’d probably throw a fit or think that you want something more and will go all out with his next gift.

Because of his unpredictable attitude, when he sees you spending less time with him and talking to someone else, he’d probably either walk away, plotting murder, or approach you and swing an arm around you shoulder with his lazy grin, showing off his sharp teeth, before asking who you’re talking to.

Is not afraid to resort to murder. It's actually usually his first idea for dealing with unwanted obstacles.  He’d probably kill in a very violent method, maybe chasing his prey around to tire them out before jumping out of nowhere and bashing their head in.

If he really dislikes the person, he might even lure them to the sea so he’d have the physical advantage in his eel form.

Employs Jade to help him clean up the bloody mess, but he’s careless, so if you look closely, he might have some mysterious red stains on his shirt.

Overall, you may not be accustomed to the ways he shows his love, but he means well in general.  His Danger Level is a 10/10 because of his unpredictable mood swings and his quickness to choose violence as the answer.  If you follow him around and stay attentive to his changes in mood, you have a chance at staying on his good side and surviving his daily adventures.

[chilling-seavey]

Who's Sorry Now (aa23)

↳ Timeless: F1 Grid Masterlist

↳ Summary: Prohibition opens up a whole new world of underground speakeasys in the roaring 20s. Alex is the proud owner of the best bootlegged whisky in town. On the downlow, of course.

↳ Title Song: Who's Sorry Now by Isham Jones (1923)

↳ Word Count: 1.5k

↳ A/N: I tried a different style for this one, more of an immersive feel through second person as if spoken to you, the reader, through a narrator. Again, this is not an 'x reader' fic, this is just a different style of guiding you through the story.

↳ Warnings: Illegal alcohol consumption and the consequences that come with that

July 1923

In the early 1920s, in depths of Manhattan, down the city streets clogged with motorcars and bustling pedestrians and nestled inconspicuously between a department store and a bank, you would have found a china shop. The storefront window was lined with sets of hand-crafted dishware, sparkling in the rays of sun that managed to streak between the skyscrapers of the New York skyline. During the day, you would have found this store filled with women looking for a piece for a collection or clueless husbands charging through the aisles like bulls trying to find a replica of a piece of their wife’s set they had broken.

But, after sundown, when the storefront housed a ‘closed’ sign in the window, you had to really know what you were looking for to truly find the heart of this chinashop. If you navigated your way around the back of the building, through the narrow alleyways lined with trash containers and rats, you would have found a black painted door with three words etched crudely into the surface: “The Midnight Shift”.

You had to know the right people under the right pretenses to know how to progress, knowing just how to approach the door and how you had to knock twice, and then three times. At eye level, a narrow opening would slide open, silently indicating you to speak the password in a hushed tone. You had to lean in close so they could hear it, the whisper necessary just in case law enforcement was lingering around the corner. 

Velvet Velocity

Upon your correct utterance of the password, the click of the lock would sound and the door would creak open, revealing to you nothing but darkness inside. Once you stepped inside, it would shut behind you with a firm click, plunging you into the pitch black, lured forward only by the light spilling around a second door at the other end of the short, narrow hallway you found yourself in.

The second door opened easily and as you stepped in, music and warm light spilled over you. Compared to the dull and unassuming exterior of the building, the backrooms of the china shop had been turned into a lively club for its exclusive and trustworthy members, you amongst them. 

The Midnight Shift was always a crowded place at nights, no matter whether it be weeknights or weekends. It would be hard to find a table as you weaved your way through the cramped room of small round tables donning white linens and candles. The haze of smoke dulled the warmth of the lights that hung from the ornate tin ceiling, adding to the elusive ambiance of the modern speakeasy. 

Along the main wall you would find the bar where dozens of unlabeled bottles were lined under the lights in a custom display of shelves and shimmering metal tiles. There, customers would lounge on stools or call their next order to the bustling staff behind the walnut bartop, hoping to be heard over the noise. Everyone was friendly here—staff and patrons—and there was no patience for hostility. Ever since alcohol was deemed illegal, society had to band together.

Behind the bar, you could always find a tall, slender man with raven hair and kind eyes as deep as the earth. He always was found wearing a royal blue suit that seemed to slim him down even more until he looked as though someone had taken a string to the top of his head and stretched him vertically. He would be wiping down glasses or pouring drinks, speaking to each person he came across like they had been friends for years. When he would see you, standing patiently at the bar for your turn, he would nod his head in your direction.

“Well, now, I don’t recall seeing you around here,” he’d offer you a wide, toothy grin, still absentmindedly wiping down the glass in his hand with a tea towel. 

You’d introduce yourself and upon confessing it was your first time at the establishment, the man’s smile would, surprisingly, get bigger. He would introduce himself to you as the owner of The Midnight Shift; Mister Albon. Alex, for those he liked—and he would assure you with an infectious grin that he already liked you. He would tell you how his fine establishment proudly made and served the best bootleg alcohol in south Manhattan and had been for almost the full three years since the prohibition law was passed. 

As Alex often did with newcomers, he would offer you your first drink on the house and he would serve it to you in a ribbed cocktail glass, likely from the china store out front. He would let you explore while he got back to work, welcoming you to find him again if you needed anything. With your glass in hand and a genuine thanks to the kind-hearted owner, you would drift away from the bar and towards the dancefloor. 

Most nights, up on the stage with the band would be a dazzling woman in a short beaded dress, cut hair, and a feather headpiece: the jazz singer. If the patrons of The Midnight Shift didn’t come for the bootleg alcohol, they came for her—the woman clutching the microphone, singing with a perfect pitch that could bring tears to your eyes. Captivating and classy and gorgeous, she was the talk of the club, but everyone knew the jazz singer only answered to Mr. Albon; she was his girl. 

As the patrons of the club danced around you, you could feel your heartbeat falling in time with the music, like the core of New York thrived on its illegal nightlife. Perhaps you shared a dance with a stranger or struck up a conversation with a friendly group around one of the cramped tables. Everyone was welcoming, a real sense of camaraderie. Mister Albon ran his speakeasy with a shining smile from behind the bar, bringing the people of Manhattan together in the darkness of the night to share his perfected hand-crafted alcohol. In a way, The Midnight Shift almost felt like home. 

Suddenly, the sound of the door being kicked off its hinges had the music screeching to a halt and the patrons scattering like rats. Three police officers came barreling in and made a beeline for the bar. Already prepared for this worst-case scenario, Alex slammed his fist against a button on the wall that caused the hand-crafted shelving and countertop of the bar to give way, sending all the bottles of bootleg liquor crashing into the cellar below. 

One of the officers grabbed him and bent him over the bartop to cuff him, announcing loudly, “Alexander Albon, you are under arrest for the illegal production and sales of alcohol.”

Splayed over the counter as the officer fought to click the handcuffs around his wrists, Alex protested loudly, “We had a deal, Ted! We had a deal!”

The officer replied gruffly, “Your payoffs are useless to me since my raise, Albon. You know how much this raid is getting me?”

Alex scowled as he was yanked up from the bar by the back of his suit jacket, the fabric wrinkling under the man’s callused grip.

From the stage, the jazz singer jumped onto the dancefloor and rushed right past you in a fit of hysterics, crying out, “Alex! Alex!” 

The establishment was a riot as patrons swarmed to the exit to avoid arrests while the other two police officers grabbed anyone they could. You watched as the jazz singer tried to cling onto Alex as he was tugged away in cuffs, her desperate hands pulling at his suit jacket and pleading for the law to spare him. 

“I’ll see you real soon, darling,” Alex assured her with hardly a waver in his voice, and she leaned up to take his face in her hands for a kiss. He stumbled over his feet as the officer tugged him roughly towards the door, “Real soon, don’t you fret.”

In a flash, The Midnight Shift was eerily silent with its patrons, staff, and band scattered out into the Manhattan night. Glasses and bottles were broken across the floors and tables and chairs were upturned as if it had been a robbery, the bar shelves empty with the evidence destroyed down below in the cellar. You still stood there holding your half-empty glass that Mr. Albon had poured you.

The jazz singer, still standing, stunned, in the middle of the trashed and empty speakeasy in her beaded dress and tousled headpiece, slowly turned to you. Her emotional eyes took you in—a look up and down. Then, with an accusatory finger pointed in your direction, she seethed, “You. Newcomer. It was you who tipped off the coppers, wasn’t it?”

Well, my, my, dear reader, whether you were a spy or an innocent bystander is no matter to me, but I don’t want to get involved with this now, so I will leave you to fend for yourself. Best of luck. And remember, the first rule to live by in the prohibition is don’t get caught.

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[funkyfoxolotl]

meet the mossies! they are my custom backrooms entity!!

mossies are little sentient stone sculptures

they have bells on their tails that they will shake when alarmed

they can be tamed if the wanderer joins in a bellsong with a group of them

their bellsong is know to impart a temporary level 11 effect on entities that hear it

why are they called mossies you may ask? cause of the moss that grows on them! which can be removed and eaten, it tastes like steamed broccoli even when uncooked

they can be made of stone or various clays

the better condition their bells and moss is in the higher they standing with other mossies

[nogacheloveka-blog]

The Bad Sanses somehow ended up in the Backrooms. №9

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This is the translation of the another post from Russian to English. I understand English, but it is very difficult for me to write in English, so I asked chat GPT to help me. I have corrected some parts, but there still may be mistakes.

I encountered an organization called "To Be Determined". It inspired me to create this drawing. In this organization, there are 6 people who trade highly nonfunctional and peculiar items. I immediately imagined it as a shop run by lost Temmies (Flowey and Bob) from different AUs within Backrooms.

I noticed that there aren't that many prepared posts about bad guys in the backrooms - maybe two or three more. A couple of weeks ago, I started a new job and haven't been drawing much.

I think these posts about bad guys will be once a week, on Saturdays.

Please wish me inspiration =)

The new rooms were similar to Level 0 in their structure. Clusters of office rooms, with and without office furniture. But now there was a pleasant addition in the form of windows. The closed door of the previous place, as before, disappeared behind them when they passed through it. Nightmer seemed calmer without the negative water supply. (Again, being able to clearly distinguish the auras of his wards was definitely pleasant)

After some wandering, Nightmare sensed another presence nearby. Within seconds, everyone heard a distant

“HOOOOY!”

This exclamation certainly wasn’t what Nightmare wished to hear, yet if these were Temmies (or something like them), then they might provide information — even though their brains seemed similar to confetti made of narcotic flakes.  At the same time, the place where the Tems might live cannot be too dangerous.

Following the sound, the group found themselves in a medium-sized office room. Soft bean bag chair (Error felt nostalgic for Antivoid) and strange objects, presumably for sale alongside an old cardboard box, occupied one corner. Something resembling Flowey danced as if trapped in an animation loop near merchandise, becoming slightly animated upon seeing customers. Two monsters dressed similarly to Temmies sat nearby. Bob stood apart, his expression frozen, suggesting he had eaten Temmie Flake.

As it turned out later, two more monsters from this group were missing, busy gathering supplies and goods for the little shop. They all seemed to come from different AUs.

Here were also computers, many of which were operational. They tried to access the Undernet and various sites. They couldn't. Instead, they entered a sort of knowledge base. A local Wikipedia or something similar. The browser already contained open tabs, but they couldn't open new ones - there was no network connection. Someone had left the browser open, he took the equipment with him. And, oh, it seemed they had found gold while looking for copper: by reading the text, they understood that the author of the notebook was making notes from this knowledge base. This was easy to understand by the style. There were about a hundred open tabs: items and entities, but mostly levels. From the amount of new information, their heads were spinning. Some levels were described in an unusual way, requiring attention to details to extract additional information. And nothing about exiting from here. There were levels-dead ends, levels-traps, but nothing about a real exit from here.

However, on the other hand, it became evident that there weren't many people in the Backrooms, and they moved individually due to the nature of how many levels was work. Almost everything here seemed to be trying to kill them. But it appeared that not even the dimension-killer could do anything against their DETERMINATION.

Temmies struggled to provide clear answers regarding humans; instead, they simply told strangers, "Temmies too pieople," and strangers treating them like quirky yet harmless folks. How could such a system work? Perhaps these humans were slightly mad. Or perhaps very tolerant towards others' differences. Either way, avoiding contact would be wise.

The presence of monsters in these places brought some comfort. The Bad Guys weren't the only ones who had a rough time. That was good. But the fact that some other monsters they encountered were distorted beyond recognition - like the Smilers - raised serious concerns. It was nerve-wracking.

While Error, Cross, and Dust were exploring the local equivalent of the internet, others used the suddenly freed-up time for themselves. For example, they tried to trade. They all had some amount of monster gold and items to exchange, which Temmies agreed to accept. Horror bought a "Strange Amulet," sweets, and some food to diversify their diet. Almond Water was certainly good, but it was getting boring, and they never tried to cook Greasy Marshmallow. Considering the amulet useless for himself, Horror gave it to Dast.

Strange Amulet ATK: 10 DEF: 10 Made from butterflies in the stomach. It smells of hopes and dreams turned to dust. Allows forming new friendships.

Killer bought numerous boxes of Temmi Flake and Flowey Seeds, several paint cans, and countless small parts of mechanisms along with some mysterious steel scraps, strange red shavings - it seemed he enjoyed them. He also tried planting grass, but Horror stopped him.

Temmie Flake Restores 1–10 HP and sanity *represented by cut yellow wallpaper soaked in Almond Waters

Flowey Seeds Restore 10 HP *represented by seeds coated in Greasy Marshmallow

Nightmare didn't particularly need any products, but somehow excitedly Temmies looked at his tentacles (too much positivity) and offered a discount. Eventually, he purchased a notebook containing maps of certain stable levels from them. Unfortunately, those maps were unsigned. Since he wasn't sure if damaging traders would be beneficial, he decided to go the honest route this time around. After all, merchants held a special status across worlds.

The group stopped at this location for a couple days to record all the information from the site that could be useful to them. It turned out that sequential exploration of levels was only possible up to level 12. Beyond that, entrances and exits from levels led randomly, and any movement scheme resembled a pot of spaghetti. But in theory, they needed to explore this entire pot to find a way home. There were levels that looked like a one-way ticket, empty, unexplored, strange, surreal, remote, and destroyed. Overall, they could work with this.

Temmies didn't mind their company. Soon returned two departed collectors - underfell!Temmie and Temmie in "Temm Armor". They were surprisingly normal compared to the other merchants and shared some information:

People here can also be dangerous just like Fallen Child of Dungeons;

Many who live outside bases and settlements are mad to varying degrees especially those who haven’t drunk Almond Water for long;

Monsters can safely trade with lone humans;

People at outposts and bases usually think rationally and may attack if they realize you are not human. But even with them, you can negotiate.

Nightmare belongs to Jokublog Killer belongs to RahafWabas Dust belongs to Ask-DustTale Horror belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios Error belongs to CrayonQueen Cross belongs to JakeiArtwork

[kawaii-leilei54]

Closer

FWB!Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff, slight smut

Namjoon: You up?

You roll over as you stare at the text.

You were in fact up, your insomnia had gotten you again.

Up late thinking about how much work you had left to do, how you were going to pay next months rent when you were already behind.

Y/n: Yeah

Namjoon: I'm coming over

Your eyes go slightly wide, though this isn't the first time he would come over this late.

You two had many times doing this, since you were both busy during the day with work.

You worked at the same place, at a plants and flowers shop not too far from your house.

Namjoon saw you that day you walked in, wearing that dress with your hair in a cute style.

He fell for you almost immediately.

But of course, he didn't talk about it.

He instead grew closer with you, and even changed his schedule so that your shifts matched.

One thing led to another and you two agreed to take it to the next level.

He kissed you.

It wasn't rushed, he took his time as he kissed you, leaning you against the shelf in the backroom of the shop.

You were back there picking out flowers for a customer that was coming later, and when you turned around you bumped into a firm chest.

You look up at him and he stares at you with a blush on his face.

You stared at each other for what felt like hours.

He leaned in and you did the same out of reflex.

And since then, you two would meet up a lot more outside of work.

He took you out, bought you things and would say:

"This reminded me of you, I thought you would like this."

He would walk you home and make sure that you locked your door after going in, you would tell him to text you as soon he got home.

He even let you borrow his hoodies sometimes, though you wouldn't give them back, he never minded.

You hear a knock at the door and you go to answer.

Namjoon smiles softly as he sees you, he wore a green hoodie and some sweatpants with his slides on, you could tell he had been up a while.

"I brought snacks." He says as he lifts the bag.

You raise your eyebrows in amusement and move to the side to let him in.

"How could I say no to that?"

He chuckles and walks in, taking off his slides and going to the kitchen to set the bag down.

"Couldn't sleep?" He says as he turns towards you.

You sigh and shake your head.

"Anything that's bothering you?" He asks softly as he moves towards you.

You look at him shyly, you didn't want to bother him with your problems which he could tell.

He took your hand and left you to the couch.

You both sit down and he looks at you attentively.

"It's just.. I've been thinking a lot.." you start.

He nods and puts your legs over his.

"Wanna talk about it?"

You shake your head.

He sighs and frowns.

You look down at your hands, messing with them subconsciously.

You didn't want to mess up the mood with your work issues.

He sighs again and pulls you closer.

"How about we watch a movie instead?" He suggests.

You nod, staying quiet.

You felt bad that you couldn't talk with him openly, but you didn't want him to worry about it. You didn't want to have to think about it yourself.

It's already late and you just wanted to enjoy your time with him.

You cuddled into him, his scent calming you down.

His secret was soft, not too heavy but something that you were used to.

He wrapped an arm around you and kissed your head. He turns on a show you too had started a while back but hadn't finished.

You start to watch the show, letting your mind forget about all the troubles that kept you up.

"You know you can talk to me about anything, right?" He whispers in your ear, startling you slightly.

"Yeah.." You mumble.

He smiles and watches the show keeping his eyes on the screen as he held your waist.

You didn't want to talk about, if anything you wanted a break from even thinking about anything.

He understood.

He moves his hands towards your hips, holding you there and whispering in your ear.

"You want me to make it better?"

"Please."

He smiles and nods and moves his hands to your thighs, massaging them.

"Of course, love." He whispers as his hands continue moving down, his other hand comes to your breast, causing you to squirm.

He knew all the spots, the ones that would make you completely useless.

He kisses your neck softly, taking his time before leaving bites.

You knew you could be vulnerable with him, you sigh deeply, letting your anxiety fade.

Your eyes flutter as you give him access.

"Good girl." He says lowly in your ear.

"Come on, let me handle it." He taunts.

You give in and melt into him, his hands working you like they always do.

You needed this.

You needed him.

Namjoon had always been your only.

Your only hook up, your only best friend.

He was everything to you, but to him you were way more than you could ever think of.

He kept telling himself that he wouldn't want to tell you about his feelings

That this was only for fun, to relive the stress of the hard days.

But even then he couldn't stop himself from wanting more.

To be closer

To be your everything like you were to him.

Maybe.. one day.

[b0vidine]

B0vidine CCCC AU master list!

(No pictures included this time if you need visuals feel free to ask but I also tag my AUs when I post about them so checking my acc should also work!)

Whole turns his thirds into puppets.

Arrival/album HMSW:

My personal interpretations/designs for the CCCC album. Not exactly an AU but they have names so I figured I should add them.

Mind: Valais

Heart: Virtue

Soul: Ash

Reverse AU:

CCCC but the timeline is in reverse order.

Whole: Finch

Mind: Una

Heart: Thera

Soul: Robin

Encore:

Whole: Snare

Mind: King

Heart: Dove

Soul: Wander

Post Encore:

Puppets turn back into humans and get over their trauma together!

Whole: Snare

Mind: King

Heart: Paladin/Pal

Soul: Piper

Encore Swap:

Since creation there's been the idea that Encore is a secret swap AU. King gets called a Whole often. Help him!

Whole -> Soul: Icarus

Mind -> Whole: Noodle

Heart -> Mind: Artificer

Soul -> Heart: Stasis

Jest [Encore]:

My friend Oswin has a silly guy named Buttercup and he wanted to put that guy in Encore. They are all clown themed and play little games to earn their memories back!

Whole: Salem

Mind: Majesty

Heart: Kea

Soul: Amble

Bad End Encore [Also known as BET] :

Me and Rosy collab to ruin the Encores happiness.

Whole: Ivory

Mind: Cassiopeia/Cassi

Heart: Rouge

Miracle AU:

Soul: Poet (He's dead tho)

Mythos [Encore]:

Encore timeline where every character is a mythical creature of some kind.

Whole: Aria

Mind: Thane

Heart: Bard

Soul: Stray

Hero [Encore]:

Encore but in reality and they're super heros? This is what happens when you mix your friends hyperfixations with your's smh /lhj

Whole: Ensnare

Mind: Monarch

Heart/Soul have had nothing worked on for them.

Backrooms [Encore]:

This au is actually just for Snare and Damien and neither of them have nicknames. We've been calling them their level numbers so Snare is 155 and Damien is 999.

Made before Encore. I wanted a CCCC AU but had no ideas so I slapped them into my Marble Hornets AU.

Whole: Source

Mind: Stoic

Heart: Serene

Soul?: Ardor

Choir:

Hmsw are biblically accurate angels.

Whole: Seraph

Mind: Ruler

Heart: Cherub

Soul: Throne

[Creative ik]

Gamer AU:

Mall AU:

When a new loop begins and Heart and Mind start fighting Soul tosses them into whatever video game he's into at the moment to try and make them get along. This is a collab AU now that I share with Oswin, Alex and Francey. While the AU was my idea originally the only guy that's technically mine is Heart.

Whole: [No nickname]

Mind: Null

Heart: Mono

Soul: Drei

Marble Hornets AU:

Another collab AU. HMS live in a dying, liminal, mall and their only customer is Whole. I again only have the Heart of this AU, whos name is Murid. This AU is shared with my friends Nova and Alex.

Whole: Sam

Mind: Victor

Heart: Murid

Soul: Hira

Tulpa!Whole au:

AU where Whole is a tulpa created by Soul. None of them have nicknames yet.

Collab with Nova. It's a slenderverse inspired au with both the CCCC and TFFTT guys. Still a work in progress.

HMS do not have proper names yet.

Green TFFTT: Cervi

Blue TFFTT: Crista

Red TFFTT: Cardin

HMS-sonas:

Obviously what it sounds like, HMS but they are me from my brain.

Mind: Leviathan

Heart: Mishe

Soul: Decay

[scary-monsters]

How would you think Diego would like/survive retail working? Based on him getting your experience

thank you for this question, i actually think about this often as a means to mentally survive my own work day LOL, sometimes there is nothing funnier to me than imagining diego brando wearing the same ugly vest as me and having to do the same tasks as well 💀

if we're talking about my job specifically then i think it'd be a mixed bag. in my mind he'd be trained on all the big equipment in the backroom (not forklift certified, but he knows how to use all the stuff everyone else is afraid of touching) which would make him a little bit of a big-shot in the building LOL, which ofc would be wonderful for his ego. i don't think he'd be great with customers but the ones that can decipher his accent and be patient with the general 'i hate my life' aura of a retail worker would like him, it would make sense if sweet old ladies found him to be charming, i imagine he gets good customer reviews from them specifically.

does he like it? probably not, i think diego has trouble dedicating himself to anything he's personally less than passionate about. would he survive? yes, but he's definitely only there for the money, he's not like some of my coworkers who actually love coming to work and being in that building.

another funny thing to think about is how he'd have no problem completely stopping what he's doing if he needs to go to the bathroom or decides he's hungry or thirsty. i won't get into the details of my job here but it involves constant strict time constraints and countdowns, he would have zero issue missing a time or dropping the department's numbers for any reason at all. why should he care? that would drive management insane but honestly good for him for that, LOL, i aspire to reach that level of nonchalance but my anxiety prevents me from that 😵‍💫 additionally, his walkie is never turned up. someone needs him for something? not his problem, he's sick of having to listen to everyone else's voices 💀

[cream0fwheat1998]

Of Mean & Mice (Dark! Rafe Cameron x reader) 2

NONCON, BULLYING, DRUGS (probably)

Summary: Y/n thought the nightmare was over. Over a week later, Rafe and his pals find her again during the closing shift of her job. Just what exactly does aggressive, entitled man want with her?

Y/n ran to Sarah's room as tears fled from her eyes. She didn't know exactly what she wanted to do to Sarah, hit, scream or just run away from her; but all of that could wait with Rafe Cameron, her rapist, just down the hall.

When she reached Sarah's door, her feet met with a stiff force. Looking down, was Y/n's overnight bag sitting outside. The door to Sarah's room was locked but she could her music and girls laughing.

It was like a headache; the little fuzzies filling her brain until the reality weighed her down.

It was all planned from the start.

Y/n gathered her belongings and dashed toward the stairs and once she reached the front door, she glanced back and at the top of the steps was Rafe Cameron leaning against the stair rails.

He tipped an invisible hat at her; it was enough to make her puke while escaping to the pitch-blackness of the late night hours.

One Week Later

Y/n begged her mother to let her go with her mother and dad to a hospital (in a different state) for his next operation but they didn't want her to go and make her miss school. The truth was, no amount of medicine or surgeries seemed to make her dad better and they were pushing Y/n away from the inevitable; that his time was soon and they were too heartbroken to admit it.

She was alone again but this time she wouldn't be going over anyone's house or even stopping to talk with another person on her way out the door.

Y/n checked her phone, "An hour left." She made a mental note and slid it back in her pocket.

In a state of tiresome, repetitive chores, Y/n smiled at the thought of going home and tossing something in the oven for dinner. She swept the backroom of her restaurant while the front house chattered about their plans for after close.

A bell rings at the opening of the entrance to the shop and a shuffle of several different voices boomed in. I could hear our hostess groan, telling the newly arrived customers that the kitchen closes soon and we're out of some ingredients so we cant make everything on the menu.

"Well we're hungry so too bad. We'll just have what you have left and keep a low profile.'' A young man voiced.

After putting my cleaning supplies away, I walked to the exit of the backroom to see through the small window on the door a group of young men sitting in the nearest booth but a certain light brunet/blonde stood out.

The thought of everything caused Y/n's heart beat to increase; the speed made her stomach turn and the feeling that if her heart went any faster, it'd rip itself out of her chest.

Y/n's hands met the sides of her head as she slid down the cold, metal door. There was teeth biting into her shoulders, hair pulled and hips grabbed with such force that she's sure she still has a handprint on her skin.

And none of it was meant in the way she'd desired to have with somebody, one day. But now her fears of not doing well on her finals and the cosmic level of stress caused by her fathers' illness was semi-replaced with running into a handsome devil who cared for no one except himself.

She heard him and his buddies laugh. All she felt was shame and guilt from something that wasn't her fault while the man responsible for the damage was hanging out with his pals and laughing as if he'd never done anything wrong, ever.

Her shoulders slumped at the thought that he was so cruel that all he really did want from her sex and instead of asking her, he took the biggest piece-of-shit way to get there.

There was something bittersweet about this realization; that sex really was all he wanted and now that he'd gotten it, he wouldn't bother her anymore.

With an ounce of courage, Y/n lifted herself off the ground and secured her purse of her shoulder. She'd walk out there, say goodbye to her coworkers and leave for the day. She would tell them that she doesn't feel well and she'd disciplined for leaving a bit early, then so be it.

Y/n took a deep breath, prepared to walk into the lion's den and pay no mind to the monster thats an arms' length away from her.

She pushed on the door (with a little more force than intended) and strut out to the front of the store. Behind her, she felt the heat of several pairs of eyes and the sound loud whispers.

"Rafe, is that the girl?" One boy says pointing behind his back.

Rafe glanced from his fries to the girl who was obviously trying to runaway from him. There were many things in his head; and the pouty lips and wet eyes of the woman he forced into bed with him days earlier occupied most of his thoughts.

He smirked to save face, "Yeah. Bro let me tell you she's actually quite the slut. It's always the quiet ones you've gotta look out for." Rafe said, throwing a french fry at Topper like it was an airplane.

Kelce and Topper laughed out loud while Y/n picked up her pace and fled out the restaurant doors'. She didn't say goodbye to anyone.

15 minutes down the road, Y/n let out a cold sigh of relief. She saw her breath in the cold, midnight air and regretted not bringing a thicker jacket.

The sound of tires screeching against the uneven pavement of the road and bright lights that shone from behind her meant a car was coming and probably driven by someone who cares not for legal speeds.

Though Y/n got out of the way; she realized she didn't need to when the car started to slow down, following her. She looked back but in the blackness of the night she couldn't tell who was driving or what kind of car it was. The lights were too much and she turned back and kept walking away.

The car's wheels ran slowly; the driver was purposefully matching her speed. In a moment of a absent courage; Y/n took off down the road at full speed hoping to lose the stalker.

The car sped up, but not enough to run her down. It was clear they weren't gonna stop and Y/n didn't know what else to do but make a detour into the woods next to her. There were no houses or buildings to run too. She was on her own; as if that wasn't typical of her already.

While dashing through the chilly, dark woods, y/n heard the door of the car close and a shuffle of running behind her. Deep in the back of the mind, she knew who following her and she admitted to herself she rather take her chances with a serial killer.

"Can you just stop fucking running already!" Rafe screams.

Y/n knew her legs wouldn't keep up for much longer but exhaustion from running from her rapist was worth it. He would not have her tonight.

"Goddammit Y/n talk to me please! It doesn't matter how far you run or who you get to protect you; believe that I'll get you. Always!" Rafe yelled, stopping to catch his breath at a tree.

Looking back was y/n's mistake because she flew to the ground, landing chin first on cold, crunchy leaves. She used her strength to hold herself up and looked back at the large root she stumbled on and couldnt help but give it a bitter kick.

She tried to get up but realized she must of hurt her ankle when it stretched in pain; causing her to yelp aloud. The stinging chill of the night air kept her tears at bay. But she was shaking and cursed herself, knowing she'd need help to get up.

Rafe strode over to the helpless female; feeling like a warrior who fought for a prize and won. He shook his head at the distraught woman that hasn't left his mind since taking her those few days ago.

He bent down to meet her eyes and thumbed her cheek. "You are so precious. It's really cute that you thought you could get away from me." He said, wiping away some of the moisture under her eyes.

Y/n growled and threw a fruitless slap at him. Rafe just chuckled. "Come on pretty girl, you arent tough and you know it. If you really wanted to keep me away you should have bought a gun or just not leave your house. It's that simple."

Though y/n was ashamed for giving up, her ankle needed to be looked at and Y/n need warmth.

Rafe knew this by watching her shiver. This was the part of control he adored; he got to decide if she got help and what type of help she'd get. He was willing to give her all of it, if she behaves, that is.

"Alright pretty, enough games for tonight. How does an ice pack for your ankle sound? And then to bed at the Cameron house. I'm sure my bed is better than whatever shit-shack you live in." Rafe picked her up, ignoring the half-attempted pleas for him to release girl.

"Shh shhh. It's okay. You've got me now and I'll take care of you. For a price. We'll talk about it tomorrow." Rafe buckled in the silent girl, the fear radiating off her from the violent way she shook.

Y/n didn't want to admit it, but she was scared of Rafe Cameron. The smile he gave her mean he could feel it too. He loved it.

[legacyshenanigans]

What’s Volo’s idea of a perfect day?

Both when he’s working at the Den and when he’s just hanging out at home 🖤

Perfect day at the Den

To be honest, his perfect day at the Den is everything just going smoothly and not getting hounded too much personally, so he can spend the day in the basement doing what 'he does best'. He'll play some heavy music down there and just chop chop chop away, getting a good sweat on, dealing with the bodies from the Dens more gruesome backrooms activities. If he's not doing that, he'll be getting out some pent up anger and stress by indulging in the activities himself. And knocking back a few drinks, having a laugh with Rowan and other customers.

Perfect day at Home

If he's spending a day at home, he's like a different person. He actually really enjoys just pure solitude at times. Whether it's sitting on his comfy chair by the window in his room with an ashtray on his side table, having a peaceful cigarette while he enjoys a good book he's been wanting to get his head in. Perhaps he'll take some time during the day to experiment with potions and do some research on various exotic ingredients. He's also the kind of person who really enjoys (re)organising, he finds it very therapeutic just going through his things and collections, and making sure everything is perfect and exactly how he wants it. If it's a chill day with you, the pair of you seldom leave his room. He loves those days when you and him don't even leave his bed too much. He likes reading to you as you lay on him, talking to you about anything and everything, and of course, indulging in each other's bodies throughout the day is a must. Those kind of days, really level him out mentally and keep him going.

~

[blackcatxmagic]

There were two parts to the Twilight Cauldron: the tea shop front and the magical backroom. Of the two, there was definitely one side that Copper was more comfortable running, and it wasn't the tea shop side, which was of course the busier aspect of his new business. Luckily The Twilight Cauldron had been around long before Copper had taken ownership of it, and it's variety of loyal customers had been patient with him as he had learned the ins and outs of running a tea shop. And it wasn't like Copper was a total tea novice - one of his fathers was a huge tea aficionado, and while Copper wasn't near his level of tea love, he had learned a lot from his dad about it.

It wasn't the busiest day in The Twilight Cauldron, but it was steady, a pace Copper enjoyed. He genuinely liked interacting with the customers and helping them find something they were satisfied with, plus the smell of brewing tea wafting throughout the shop was nice. He was working the counter currently while his cashier was on a break, and when the next customer in line reached him, he said, "Welcome to The Twilight Cauldron. What can I get for you?"

[urlovebot]

enhypen as employees at my old coffee/icecream shop

cw: work shenanigans. war flashbacks of spilling hot milk on hands. niki breakdancing.

Heeseung: probably the manager

so nice

friends with with all of the employees on a personal level

sings on karaoke nights and entrusts the rest of the kids to run the shop for the time being

hums while he prepares drinks

one time steamed milk and it boiled over onto his hand as a customer watched. he brushed it off but cried in the office afterwards. (based on a true story 😔)

Jay: customer

jay is a customer who comes in for the same coffee drink every day: just a caramel frappe.

likes to explain he wants a medium caramel frappe with no syrup and extra whip in the most complicated way so that he can talk to the cashier for a long time.

really only came to visit jake at work but became well acquainted with the rest of the staff and now theyre all besties.

specifically wants to take the cashier, shrink him, and put him in his pocket.

they let him carry out drinks during karaoke nights sometimes.

one time came in and asked for a cold brew with one ice cube in it. clearly it had been a very rough day.

Jake: server

love jake but

cannot make an order to customer satisfaction to save his life. (bitter espresso, too much ice in frappes, etc.)

heeseung really liked how polite and sweet he was so he made him a server.

all of the older customers are in love with him and sometimes will ask him to sit with them if the shop isnt busy.

just so personable and sweet he is a dream server.

loves karaoke nights because he loves live music and all of the regulars come to watch him sing a bit too.

one karaoke night a child had ran right in front of him as he was briskly walking back from delivering drinks. came back to the counter pale as a ghost, "guys i almost just steamrolled a child 😰"

Sunghoon: barista

looks scary, very funny and nice.

only makes coffee. likes making new drinks (specifically themed holiday drinks.)

claims he makes the best espresso shots. he is correct.

every customer has a crush on him even though he doesn't leave from behind the counter

does karaoke with heesung if the day is going by slow.

so smart; lacks common sense.

spilled ice in the backroom and then sprayed hot water on the ice to melt it. there is no drain in the floor. so it was just 2x the amount of water. took two hours to dry.

Sunoo: drive thru

his voice is just so nice to hear. makes jokes at the window too.

mostly at the drive thru because nobody wants to uell at him when they see him through the window.

when the drive thru isnt busy they usually ask him yo clean up a bit around the shop and he always sings along to the songs playing off the speakers

a smart ass who plays around too much with niki.

makes all of the summer refreshers

one time the shop was out of 60% of their ice creams and he got very tired of people saying "So what DO you have???" so he muted his mic, screamed into the tip jar so that nobody could hear him, unmuted the mic, and proceeded to list out what they did, in fact, have.

Jungwon: Cashier

polite 80% of the time until some woman comes up and complains that her drink does not taste like how they do at starbucks.

"unfortunately ma'am, this is not a starbucks. this is (shop name). we can remake the drink if you'd like it sweeter..."

perfect balance of smart and polite responses

has a couple regulars that he loves talking to though.

thinks its funny when jay comes up asking the following: "can i get a... whats it called.. the frozen drink with-" "with the caramel?" "... yeah the caramel. what's that called again?" "A caramel frappucino." "frappucino.. gotcha. can i get the caramel frappucino? size-" "size medium. i know. you're here every thursday and friday. go sit down."

Niki: who really knows. gets paid good tho

he does a bit of everything. please dont let him make espresso though hes not too good at that yet.

just makes a fool of himself every day he works.

in charge of the ice cream portion of the store. ice cream scoops are significantly too big for $1.99

does the thing where you flip the ice cream scoop in the air and try to catch it on the cone. literally misses every time but nobody yells at him because the customers love it.

dances around while sweeping and is actually... abnormally good.

doesnt sing for karaoke night but will jokingly be a backup dancer doing the most when an employee sings

break dancing while jake sings love yourself

get those two away from eachother

drive thru is right behind the ice cream freezer so he'll tap sunoo's shoulder and turn around as if nothing happened.

theres a tv that usually has an aesthetic coffee shop themed picture on it throughout the day. one time the remote was left unattended and niki changed it to minecraft speed runs. nobody noticed until a group of kids wouldnt stop looking at the tv.

[soupmanspeaks]

I know I can't be the only one to think "okay, canonically, what room are we in?" when a level is played, Arts in crafts, salon, DJ Music man, Bonnie Bowl, Cold Storage, Fizzy Faz/Food Prep, Endo Warehouse, And Captain Foxy's Log Ride, are pretty easy to assume where they are, they probably all take place sporadically around the PizzaPlex, with Bonk' A' Bon and First Aid probably taking place in a backroom/storage room and some other room down below in the Pizza Sim area respectively, Which leaves Fazerblast, Carousel, and the entirety of the Sister Location levels elsewhere lol

SOOOO uhhhhh something something what if the reason why Jeremy somehow is in the areas of Sister location with the Funtimes even though its technically impossible considering Scrap Baby, Molten Freddy, Ennard, ect, is because of all of the residual remnant within the Pizza Sim area causing him to experience memories from Michael, which is why we see stuff like Ballora Gallery, SL Custom Night, Office Job: Interview, ect, like maybe this could explain the fall fest levels with Carnie, because then the player'd be tapping into Henry's memories, be it his experience at Fall Fest or just his recollection of Carnie/Lefty, Or maybe its not even Henry, maybe its just a cycle of that one plot of land having so much stuff happen to it, like what if before there was Fredbear's there, the Fall Fest was also held on/near that plot of land? So maybe it could function similarly to the ITP Ballpit where the memories/agony/remnant/experiences in, around, or near it can transport someone in a memory or, "Back in time"?

[letsgethaunted]

Welcome to Episode 201: The Backrooms! Have you ever heard of The Backrooms? The Backrooms are widely considered to be the most popular and prolific internet urban legend in existence. The Backrooms are often depicted as an endless series of empty, yellow-lit rooms with old, stained carpet, fluorescent lights, and monotonous, beige walls. These rooms are said to feel like a surreal or dreamlike version of an ordinary office or storage space, giving an unsettling and otherworldly impression. People end up in The Backrooms by accidentally "no-clipping" out of reality, a concept borrowed from video game jargon, where one passes through boundaries in a game. In the Backrooms mythos, this happens unintentionally, leaving individuals stranded in this strange, featureless space. The Backrooms concept taps into the creepiness of liminal spaces, areas that feel like they exist between worlds (like empty malls or abandoned office buildings). They feel both familiar and alien, evoking feelings of loneliness, unease, or nostalgia. As the concept grew, communities began creating "levels" of The Backrooms, each with unique characteristics and environments, such as flooding or vast warehouse spaces.

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