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dreamingbrownie · 6 years ago

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Tagging games #5

I’ve been tagged by @fandom-glazed and wanted to do this anyway, so here we go! Tagging anyone who wants to do this ^__^ 1. what’s your favorite way to dress? Black all the way. I’m a fancy goth on the inside and trying (but most likely failing) on the outside. 2. If you could change anything about yourself, what would it be? Not to be so voulnerable to the people that mean a lot to me would be nice. Not getting attached so fucking fast. 3. What movie/game/etc. helps you calm down? I tend to love movies reducing me to a sobbing mess, so that doesn’t count as calming me down, does it? As for a series, I’m all for Merlin BBC at the moment which I watch unfrequently with @fandom-glazed on Netflix and usually laugh my ass off at Arthur and Merlin’s antics. :D 4. What does your room smell like? Dust, nailpolish, some tea and the slightly burnt smell of my old heaters. 5. Do you like to organize? Hell fucking no. I’m an ADD person, nope, I don’t. 6. What kind of music would you listen to if you could only choose one? German rock / gothic rock. Unheilig, Staubkind, Blutengel, Lord of the Lost, Letzte Instanz, that kind of thing. Not that either of those bands would ring a bell with most of tumblr users, I assume. 7. What song is your aesthetic? Oh man, making me choose there is mean. Ghost Love Score by Nightwish, Stand my ground by Within Temptation, Morgana by Lord of the Lost. Hard and heavy. 8. What color do you think goes best with your personality? Crimson like my hair right now, probably. 9. Do you believe in auras? Nope. 10. What do you wish you hated, but actually like? Ballet. To wish for having been introduced to how to ruin your body in the most beautiful way as a child is kind of unhealthy. 11. Vague about your crush(es) Valentin Winter / van Porcelain. That man. Go to his tumblr @valentinvanporcelaine and dare ask me again why I’m addicted to his aesthetics. 12. Is there someone you have mixed feelings towards? Yep. Not talking about specific people in my personal life here tho. 13. Talk about an AU or story you came up with Oh boy, here we go. If you get me started on my vampire novels, we’ll be here all day and I won’t even be half way finished. I adore my own characters to a decree that might be weird, I ship some of them and the main gay pair Count Louis and his life long best friend and personal vassal Chris, later Knight of Alderton, to death and writing anything with those two idiots in love soothes me so much. The main trilogy (A shimmer of Red, Black and Silver respectively) is huge (as in 200k for the first, 140k for the second and 110k as of yet for the unfinished third) but not finished yet, I’m almost there and would have been a year ago if I’d just get my arse out of the Fantastic Beasts Fandom and saunter off to writing my own stuff again. Unfortunately, Albus and Gellert own my ass at the moment and I’m overflowing with plotbunnies that won’t go away on their own. I know my mind. I need to write them all down before I get any peace at all. Lol. 14. Do you like makeup? No, not really, I like sharp-winged-eyeliner though. 15. Do you prefer space or the ocean? Ocean all the way. Space is fascinating and I’m a massive nerd for SpaceX because their projects are so promising for the future of mankind, but standing at the shore, being able to breathe properly again (asthma kid here, hi) and cry from sheer relief of hearing the waves crash against the cliff or roll onto the beach again is my life blood. I’ll have that next week again. Fucking finally. The sea soothes me so, so much and I suffer from constant longing for distance. We have a very fitting word for the feeling in German. Fernweh. Roughly translated to “I want to get far away from here so much it hurts.” Yeah, that’s the German language right there for you. 16. If you could pick any planet besides earth, where would you live? Pandora, probably. You know, three meters tall blue humanoids, a captivating nature, trees large enough to be a bother for the planet’s rotation, probably? Yeah. I’d like that very much. 17. What form of government do you like the most? (capitalism, socialism, etc.) I’m quite content with the German system of Social economy. Pure capitalism, socialism and communism are shit, don’t work in the long run and should just be abolished altogether. 18. What animal would you keep as a pet, if you could? Give me a black cat, please 19. What do you think our purpose is in the universe? To find our place between the stars, become a multi planetary species and to develop a way that’s not as destructive to the planet we inhabit. There’s a beautiful sentence that sums it all up in Interstellar from Cooper: “We might have been born on earth, but we don’t have to die here.” 20. Do you believe in god(s)? Nope. Atheist all the way. Before anyone misunderstands me, though: believe whatever you want to, I don’t judge people for their religion, it’s just so not my tea. 21. Is there a song you can’t handle listening to, even though you like it? Yep. Chasing cars by Snow Patrol. 22. What ex do you miss the most, if you have one? Mean question. I only have an ex-girlfriend and sometimes I miss her gentleness and how instantly she saw right through me, but she replaced me, we’ve been done for a bit more than five years now and I’m over her. :) 23. Do you like soft, fluffy blankets or rough/smooth blankets? Soft, fluffy blankets all the way. 24. What is your favorite thing to learn about? History. What do you think I’d study that for? :D 25. What country’s history do you find the most interesting? Man, that’s a mean one again. I’m pretty solid on English history, but I don’t know the first thing about Asian history altogether because german schools don’t teach that and we’ve got a different subject for Asian culture in university so it’s not included in my must-do-schedule too, but I’d like to learn more about it soon. 26. What do you think about genderbent ____ (insert someone here) Nope, noping right out, nopedinopenope, not my tea. At all. 27. What breakup was the hardest, if you had one? The one I had was... bad. Not talking about that here any further tho. 28. Do you have someone where you can’t decide if you like them romantically or just as a friend? A couple of weeks ago, my answer would have been yes, but I’ve got that all sorted out now. Not dwelling on it, though. It doesn’t matter. 29. What do you think about tumblr discourse? Ughhh. Exhausting most of the time. I loved the metas in the Sherlock fandom before it all fell apart and I like Fantastic Beasts metas, but people get so emotional so fast that normal discussions are all but impossible here. 30. What instrument do you wish you could master? Piano. Still salty that I’ve been forced to stop that as a child. 31. How easy is it for you to be honest? Very. I’m a very honest person and I’m shite at lying. 32. Do you have any strange interests? Fandoms, probably? xD I find fossils infinetely fascinating, anything conserning dragons (that sounds strange in context, I’m well aware that they don’t exist) and the way stars are born in large nebulas is something poetic to me. 33. Do you have any strange fears? Strange? I dunno, I’ve just about ran out of the kitched screaming at the top of my lungs when a fucking spider dropped ON MY HEAD yesterday evening, you tell me if that’s strange. Drowning would suck a lot, I guess. Anything that makes you suffocate. Nope. 34. What food do you binge on when you’re lazy? Toast with something on it. I did that in exam week last week, not because I’m lazy but because I just did not have the time or the nerves for cooking. 35. When you get angry, how do you show it? I go all quiet and drill my posture to absolute perfection until it hurts. You’ll notice when I’m mad. Seldom happens, though, I’m hard to offend. 36. Do you have any impulsive movements? (twitches, ticks, flapping, etc.) Picking fingers. Bad habit that I’m trying to get rid of. 37. What do you listen to music on? YouTube and Spotify on the PC, used my phone a massive lot for that during the summer too but now with all the layers of jackets and coats and such it’s a bit hard to stuff my large phone anywhere. 38. Are you left brained or right brained? Uhhhh what? I’m right handed, but I don’t think I have any tendencies otherwise. 39. Earbuds or headphones? Earbuds. 40. Do you like light blankets or heavy blankets? Light blankets for around the flat, heavy in bed. I’d like to be able to breathe.

#tagging games #tagging games part five #not hp

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dramaplustautology · 6 years ago

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Office Flowers

Summary: A highschool student gets lost in the big scary Rose Towers, and has to talk his way through a misunderstanding that landed him a job.

But that’s not really important and there’s no reason to think too hard, it’s just most of the Rose characters in an Office AU for fun and not serious drama! Was an experiment with a genderbent Ty so apologies if the pronouns get mixed up a bit.

How did Ty end up in the Rose Corporation’s main lobby? Why was he hiding behind the couches in the sitting area with only his briefs to uphold is honor? That’s not important. This was a school day, there was no time for thinking about something stupid like that.

His life hinged on streaking as fast as he could during peak morning hours and diving into the nearest taxi without anyone snapping a pic of his face.

“Come on, come on.” Ty gritted his teeth, waiting for the sea of uniformed office workers to part. Oh god, security was already patrolling the doors, probably armed to the teeth with tasers. Nah, the lobby was built in front of the main skyscraper with a ceiling made of glass and shaped like a dang rose. They probably had taser batons.

It was over.

“Pssst!”

Or not.

“Hi there,” A kind face was leaning over the back of the couch, dropping his winter coat over Ty’s shoulders. “Crazy part last night, right?”

“Mmhmm, I didn’t make it home.” Ty made a sheepish smile at his savior.

“Well, no need to go,” The guy smiled back, putting the brakes on the hope spot and Ty’s poor heart. “I have an extra suit in my car. Let me get it for you!”

The swell guy was named Sam, and he told Ty that there was no need to “Ty” the tie while winking a lot.

“Before I got the job, I practiced with a tie for hours,” Sam was comparing two identical blue ties to see which fit Ty’s neck better. It took slightly less time than brushing Ty’s hair and apologizing over how his clothes hugged Ty too tight. “It’s a real shame only having to fix one every morning.”

“Cute.” Ty teased, flustering Sam into a sweet shade of pink.

“W-wow, thanks,” Sam stammered, deftly tying the Ty around his neck and smoothing out his white collar. “I usually get coffee splashed when I mention that.”

“Is that why you have an extra suit ready?” Ty asked, following Sam out of the lobby bathroom. He was nice but as soon as he was at his desk, Ty had to bounce. Hopefully, he could gently break into Sam’s car and return the suit the next day.

“Yeah, but I don’t mind ironing two sets of clothes,” Sam began leading Ty to the elevators, melding into the throng of employees. “So, which department do you work for?”

“You tell me,” Ty glanced at a huge TV hanging from the ceiling, spouting the Rose’s motto; “Helping you helping yourself.” What the hell did that mean? “C-cause I’m a new hire! I’m barely even sure what we do here.” He said quickly, noticing Sam pale.

Eyes darting from one end of the lobby to the other, Sam whispered “But not a cop, right?”

Yikes.

“You know, I love working here! We get along really well! Haha wow, so much harmony, we’re practically a temple.” Sam forced a loud laugh as they passed the security desk and no further.

An entire wall of meat decked out in more Velcro lined armor than an actual cop blocked the pair’s way, tapping a very large baton on the palm of his huge hand.

“Chief of Security Sofist!” Sam exclaimed, shoulders high and shivering.

“Welcome to the Rose Towers,” Sofist leaned down towards them both. “You know why I’m saying that?”

“Because your largest muscle is your heart?” Ty smirked, grabbing Sam’s arm and started to circumvent the behemoth.

“Don’t be smart. Smart is evil!” He turned, stopping them with a jagged glare. “I’ve never seen your face before, and I have every spindly spectacle on file. Why don’t you step behind the desk and we can have a chat?”

Ty would have kept being smart but Sam was shoved into him and another suit just had to walk in between them and Sofist.

“Keep up the good work, hill-billy.” Theano sneered, tossing a plastic cup of coffee over his shoulder and it landed, overturned on Sofist’s head like a party hat.

The coffee on his face evaporated instantly as Sofist’s face went red with rage. Leaping over the security desk, Bradley hugged Sofist by the waist and dug his heels into the floor with all his might to keep the bull from charging.

“No, not Theano! Remember last time!” Bradley hissed desperately, just about elbowed in the head by Sofists’ flailing arms. “Akanthus is over there! Calm down!”

Looking over to where Bradley was staring, Ty saw Akanthus standing ten twenty feet away. Running his hand over the front of his helmet, he made a beleaguered sigh and returned to his morning routine without another word.

“Time to go!” Ty slung an arm around Sam’s shoulder and hurried him to the elevators while Sofist was too busy blinded by red.

Stuffing themselves into a packed elevator, Ty watched Sam jab the button to the fourth floor when the other passengers were headed to level fifty and over.

“Which is your stop?” Sam asked.

“Er, I’m not sure. I’m the new hire, remember?” Ty struggled to come up with a generic office job and ignored the sound of rolling eyes from the rest of the peanut gallery. “Uuu the new secretary!”

A collective gasp filled the cramped elevator and suddenly, Ty’s new co-workers were pressing themselves against the walls to give him more space.

“Really? Oh my god! And you don’t know where you’re supposed to go?” Sam exclaimed, jabbing the button to the top most floor. “Don’t worry, Ty! I got you!”

They weren’t even past the first floor and Ty was feeling a fatal case of vertigo.

By the time the elevator was nearing the top, the rest of the occupants had filed out and Sam had changed Ty’s soft blue tie to a serious navy.

“I can’t believe this, my clothes! On the CEO’s secretary,” Sam hummed, fussing over a clip he fastened to Ty’s suit cuff. “No wonder you’re so out of it. You must have partied real hard when you heard you landed the job.”

“It was amazing,” Ty was sweating, wondering if he could punch the emergency breaks without getting arrested later. Thank god for Sam letting him borrow his vanilla deodorant. “So weird, huh? How we didn’t run into each other during the party?”

“Ehem,” Sam lowered his voice. “I didn’t actually go, they would have thrown me in the dumpster if I did.”

Distracted by Sam’s sad confession, Ty nearly jumped out of his skin when the bell rang for floor ninety-nine.

“This is so exciting.” Sam ushered Ty out of the elevator to the receptionist’ desk. Behind him was a long hall lined with rooms fitted with wall-sized frosted windows. At the very end was nothing but plaster and detailed blue wallpaper framing a polished black wooden door, all business.

“This is Ty,” Sam patted his shoulder, smiling at the receptionist with the very familiar red hair. “They were just hired as the CEO’s Secretary.”

Amadeus fingers hovered over his computer’s keyboard, glancing between Ty’s blood-drained cheeks and a photo of his daughter next to the papermache vase she made.

“You’re thirty minutes early,” He steepled his fingers and leaned back in the expensive, posture-righting office chair. “Good, Jaania will be happy to see you.”

His mercy was torture, and Ty forced a grateful grin and a bow of his head, wishing Amadeus would lop it off and end it all.

“Good luck!” Sam gave Ty a hug, upgrading their relationship to best friends on the spot, and gently pushed him towards the execution chamber.

With nervous eels writhing in his stomach, Ty steadily walked by the rooms of the Rose’s elite until he had his hand on a silver knob.

“Hope you can still make it to babysitting tomorrow night.” Amadeus called after them.

“Juggling babysitting too? Wow!” Sam gasped, and Ty squeezed his eyes shut, heading on through.

He practically stepped into the fourth dimension; the room was a vacuum that devoured all sound in its sterile white walls and black marble floor. The CEO’s desk was made of a warm brown wood that felt alien in its surroundings, on top of a fluffy white rug the decorator must have had a lot of fun with. Behind the desk was a wall made of glass, overlooking the tops of the low hanging louds and the endless blue that melded with the CEO’s hair.

Ty would have heard his own heart trying to escape the situation if it weren’t for the CEO’s typing echoing in the barren office.

Staring for what could have been either a minute or thirty years, Ty’s mouth opened and closed, with nothing coming out of it.

Jaania didn’t care.

“G’morning!” Ty managed, hand halfway up to giving Miss. Miss-Me a salute and then thinking better of it. “Sir Ma’am Jaania? I’m the new secretary you hired.”

Jaania still didn’t care.

Tap tap tapping against her white keyboard, she kept her eyes trained on the computer screen for another eternity, like she was waiting for Ty’s sweat to pool on her fancy floor.

“I don’t time for this.” Jaania finally spoke, grabbing a clipboard and holding it out to her left.

Scurrying like he would get shot for letting Jaania’s arm hang there for more than a moment, Ty took the clipboard and held in his panting.

“The convention is less than two weeks away and we need more partners, but I need more time for better things to do.”

Having no idea about any of what Jaania was saying, Ty nodded his head, making mhmm noises. He flipped through the papers on the clipboard and was further confused.

“My last personal secretary set up a meeting with the head of Sandsea Silks in—“She checked her silver wristwatch. “—two minutes, and was fired too late,” Jaania continued to type five pages per minute. “I can’t be there and if you can get them to sign, consider your trial period over.”

“Wh—“

“Two rooms down on the right,” Jaania snapped her fingers and pointed to the door. “Go.”

Barely stopping himself from swearing and getting thrown out the building then and there, Ty scurried out of the stifling room and back into the scary hall.

Here it was, the perfect time to escape!

“This way.” Amadeus was waiting for him, holding the door open to certain Doom.

It would have been nice to have a grenade hiding in his mouth but Ty, facing down and old ‘friend,’ winked and patted his clipboard twice.

Not moved in the slightest, Amadeus slammed the door shut between Ty when he shuffled into the long conference room.

At the end of the glass table, a man with a black comb over and spectacles the size of thumbnails sat reading documents on his tablet. He glanced up at Ty with dull eyes, expecting a boy a third his age to breathe some life into him.

By his polished shoes was a briefcase that would do well as a blunt weapon. For a long while, Ty estimated how hard he’d need to hit, how fast the person watching the security feed would run, and if he could survive a seventy-story fall.

Then, the man rubbed the dark bags under his gray eyes. It made Ty consider the rest of him.

For a meeting with the Rose’s head and their secretary, you’d think it would be someone just as important with their own secretary and maybe a team of lawyers to supervise the exchange.

Unless, they thought they were more important than they were.

“Are you the secretary?”

“Hmm yes. It will only be me today,” The man said, placing the briefcase on the table and opening it to reveal and ungodly stack of papers stuffed inside. Despite that, he spoke like he was going to go through the motions until they reached ‘no.’ “Can we begin?”

That was a lot of paperwork, which meant this guy knew enough to run things without his boss.

Ready to make one huge gamble, Ty walked over and shoved the briefcase to the carpet.

“Excuse me?” Comb-over was about to stand among his fluttering papers but Ty shoved him back into his seat.

“Do you think you can do your employer’s job?” Ty questioned. He took out his wallet, which was no longer warmed in his briefs thank-you-very-much-Sam, and threw a few styled calling cards on the table in front of his client.

“What is the meaning of this?” He demanded, losing his tablet to Ty’s gloved hands, no longer warmed by his briefs either. Laugh at that as much as you like, they were still black and Comb-over stopped breathing at the sight. The array of business cards made him give a sharp gasp.

“Let me rephrase that. Do you think you can do a better job than your employer?” Ty asked, bringing up a few news articles for Comb-over’s perusal. “Better yet, if they were gone, are you the only one who knows enough to keep Sandsea Silks running?”

Pressing his lips together, Comb-over gripped the arms of his chair and thought hard.

“I would say so.”

“For an easy slide into the position, nothing on your hands and no prints on the net, how much would you pay?”

“Um…”

“Guestimate for me,” Ty sat himself on the table, crossing his legs. “Can’t be under three million though.”

“Ten million.” Comb-over hissed, teeth gritted and nails digging drawing blood from his palms.

“Oh shoot, I didn’t think it’d be this e—“ Ty was interrupted by Comb-over’s hands slamming on the table.

“Twenty.”

Obviously, the promotion was worth more than the paycheck. Or maybe, judging by the man’s heaving chest, it was personal.

Not that Ty cared.

Picking up the gold business card, Ty called up the number.

“Hello, Cutesy.” He chimed cheerily the moment his call was taken.

“How did you get this number?” The woman on the other end demanded. “I told you that if I ever saw you again, I’d strangle you with your own spine.”

“Twenty million,” Ty grinned and the threats stopped as he handed the tablet over to let Comb-over see. “Circe did these ones.”

The greedy glint in the man’s eyes grew and he began signing the documents on Ty’s clipboard without reading the fine print.

Sofist and that Akanthus guy were waiting outside.

“There he is!” Sofist stepped forward, cracking his knuckles.

“Here I am! The secretary,” Ty stepped forward too, nose just barely touching Sofist’s wide chest. “With all the necessary documents.” He flipped through the papers on his clipboard, letting them cascade with the sweet sound of approval.

All three of them had to make way for Comb-over to march his victory parade to the elevators.

“A pleasure doing business with you!” He grinned, more alive than on the day he was born. Waving good-bye to them, he hummed a joyous tune and Akanthus turned to Sofist.

“Buh!” Was all Sofist could manage before Akanthus returned to his own office.

“Next time, cry wolf when you have one broken under your arm.” He said, slamming the door.

Seething next to Ty’s wolfish grin, Sofist continued to ball use ruefully unused fists and muttered insults under this breath next to Ty’s wolfish grin.

This was it, the grail of youth! The golden ticket snatched out of some other poor sucker’s pauper hands! In a dog eat dog world, Ty had suddenly found himself in a position where he could skip school and skip being thrown on the streets until he was thirty.

If winging it was this easy, then Ty could handle the rest. Just wait till his Baby Belle heard about this!

“Why are you still here?” Akanthus opened the door, the horns on his helmet clipping on the steel frame as Ty and Sofist straightened their postures. Rather than face more shame, Sofist bit down and pushed past Ty, giving him an opening to take something of the Security Head’s. “Secretary Melonie, was it?” Akanthus’ attention fell to Ty. “Jaania is pleased with your work.”

Nice, nice! He’ll deal with Mel when the time comes.

“She expects you to succeed with the rest of the list.” Akanthus finished, closing the door again.

Slapping the clipboard on his thigh, Ty groaned until it became a full snarl and almost tossed the clipboard through Akanthus’ window.

Grumbling, Ty stormed down the hall, passing the receptionist on his way to an elevator.

“See you later, daddio.” Ty tossed his way.

“No.” Amadeus stated, continuing his work.

The long elevator ride had actually cleared Ty’s mind of the useless worries and needless stress. You can’t waste time worrying and doing nothing. At least do something you can handle and get the edge off there.

Besides, that meeting took way longer than Ty thought. Probably the adrenaline making him think a mile a minute but it was already lunch.

“Your mom still pack your lunch, Sam?” One of the security guards shoved Ty’s new best friend to the floor, nearly braining him on the edge of an uncaring bystander’s cubicle. He didn’t have to but the guard stomped on Sam’s lunch and headed back to his patrol.

Glum, Sam made sure his squashed sandwich and orange slices stayed in their plastic baggy and tried to pick himself up.

“Is this why you thought I was a cop?” Ty asked, offering to help him.

“Hey you’re back!” Sam practically jumped to his feet, stopping short of hopping up and down. “How did it go? You’re staying around, right? Thanks for coming by!”

“Yeah, I was waiting for you.” Ty said, seating himself back at the desk next to Sam’s. The desk’s occupant didn’t bother at another attempt to make the CEO’s secretary move. Ty was higher on the ladder than them and he at least sat in a way that let them see the screen.

“Uh…” Sam stared at Ty and his booster seat, a little flustered at Ty wrapping and arm around their shoulder, hugging them snug to the crook of his shoulder.

“No thoughts on the whole cop thing?” Ty woke him back up.

“I actually used to go to highschool with Vince,” He said, sitting down. Ty had to strain to hear him among the ringing phones and beeping photocopy machines. “I was even on the same lacrosse team as him but you know, they didn’t want a twig messing up their games. As you can see—“Sam took the flattened, juice drenched sandwich out of his baggy. “—it didn’t stop when I got sent back to the books. Still, I don’t want to be that guy that causes trouble y’know?” He took a bite of his meal, and it honestly wasn’t horrible. “There might be an investigation, we all have to it down in separate rooms to talk again, lots of stuff that’ll make work harder.” Sam sighed, lighting up a bit when Ty placed a coffee can on his desk.

“Let me take care of that,” Ty said, grabbing the plastic baggy. “Jeez, but it’s bad enough that you think the police would get involved?”

“I’m fine! Really!” Sam protested, not at all convincing. “He doesn’t bother me when I’m at my desk.”

An eraser made an arch over the cubicles and struck Sam in the forehead.

“Ouch!” Sam rubbed the spot, realizing the eraser had been covered in wet black marker, and that he had made a big smudge on his face. “Not usually.”

“Ahuh,” Ty said, taking out the walky he had grabbed off Sofist up on the top floor. “You listening in on this frequency? I know you are and I hope you heard.” He said, shoving the walky back into his pocket. Sam was out of his seat, reaching desperately for it but Ty kept him at bay by pressed a tissue to his forehead. Two birds, one ball.

“Why did you do that?” Sam demanded.

“Why did you show me where I needed to go when you knew it was going to make you late?” Ty asked, patting the top of his booster seat’s head as thanks for telling him. “Friends watch out for each other.”

“But—“

“And I need your help again,” Ty cut him off, already diverting Sam’s attention. “Have a sip of that coffee, you’re going to need to be awake.”

“Oh, okay!” He opened the can and downed half of it as Ty continued to talk.

“Me and the person who hired me had a bit of a falling out. Now, it would have been fine if we never saw each other again but they got something I need,” Ty drummed his fingers on his booster seat’s arm. “I have a list of contacts but no line of contact. Raven over at human relations told me about how the person who hired me, Hansa, stepped down from a top position to help the sprouts grow from the bottom.

“Hansa’s really nice, she has an office with Yasimi in the back,” Sam struggled to swallow the bitter drink. Ty should have gone for the au lait version. “What happened between you two? I’ve never seen her get mad before.”

“Well, when Hansa told me about how there weren’t going to be any problems with me getting hired, I said “as far as I can see!” by accident.” Ty shrugged, pretending to be sheepish.

“Wait,” Sam paused for a moment, really thinking about what that meant before his eyes went wide. “No, she’s not going to be mad about that!”

“But, I’m mad about that! I didn’t even know she was blind. The eye scars looked like a fashion statement to me,” Ty was lying through his pearly whites, professionally dipping into his guilty sigh. “I need to get access to the right channels to talk to our partners but I don’t want to make thinks awkward, y’know?” Leaning back over the arm of the office chair and squishing his booster seat’s mouse hand, Ty did another dramatic sigh. “If only I could sneak in, take a look at what I needed, all without having to have that hard talk. I can’t believe I’m putting my job on the line cause can’t talk right.”

Sam scratched his chin.

“I did need some clarification with some of the files I’m handling,” Sam nodded. “Maybe I could get her out of the room for a bit.”

Ty leaped on to Sam’s lap and the office chair slid down the alley of cubicles.

“You’re the best!” He squished Sam’s cheeks until he began to laugh.

Though Hansa could work just fine without needing to see the screen, her tools all made to fit her needs perfectly, Yasimi was around to catch any bugs that got in the way. She wasn’t about to leave Hansa alone with Sam and his one hundred questions fitted into a single sentence.

The two were leaving their office because Sam couldn’t understand their advice from just words and Ty watched them from behind the corner down the hall.

“Anyone listening in on this frequency? I actually don’t know how these things work.” Ty said into the walkie.

It crackled back “Just me now.”

So the thing with Vince bullying their clients did matter.

“Great, I think we left off on the wrong foot this morning. The stuff with Vince taken aside, I’m thinking you were all hired because of this specific thing I saw on the news last year.”

“Maybe.”

What did Sofist mean by “Maybe,” of course the Rose hired him because of last year’s scary mess.

“Not a lot’s happened in a year. They might need a reminder.”

With that, Ty put the walkie away and spotted his target: an unassuming guy at a desk that jumped every time his computer made a noise.

Blowing up Sam’s plastic baggy, Ty snuck it next to his ear, and slapped his hand down. The loud pop made the little man screech and tore out of his seat.

Some people heard the pop, everyone heard the scream, and everyone jumped to conclusions.

Papers went flying and so did a few keyboards. People stampeded down the aisles of cubicles, trampling each other when they weren’t scrambling under their desks. In less than a second, office workers were banging on the elevator doors, rolling down the stairs, or throwing chairs at the bullet-proof windows.

Ty slunk back to the corner of the hall and let the chaos unfolded.

Three floors below, Bradley swiveled his chair to face Sofist.

“We should clear it up.”

“No,” The edge of Sofist’s mouth angled up ever so slightly. “Let the pencil-pushers get some exercise.”

Peeking around his corner, Ty spotted Sam running towards him and reached out his arm.

“Hurry! I see them coming!” Ty yelled and Sam ran faster. He jumped into Ty’s arms and Vince, who Ty had seen behind him trying to make sense of what was happening, heard the secretary and got his baton out. It sparked with electricity, and he stepped around the corner, swooping down on the nearest movement.

Yasimi caught his wrist just as the alarms and sprinklers went off.

“Why did we stop?” Hansa asked, holding on to Yasimi’s shoulder.

“To get one big idiot fired.” Yasimi hissed as Vince steadily grew smaller.

“Hey let’s all calm down now, it was an accident.” Sam tried to soothe the situation and Ty left them to sort it out, slipping past them, and stealing Vince’s handcuffs on his way towards Hansa’s office.

Good news, there weren’t any sprinklers in her office. A safety violation for sure but Ty hadn’t counted on someone getting worked up enough to pull the fire alarm.

Bad news, even in a state of emergency, Hansa had taken the care to sign out of her computer.

“Are you kidding?” Ty tugged on his hair.

“Let me take care of that.” A nice lady with long black hair slick from the sprinkler water, dressed in a gray pencil skirt she quite hated, nudged beside Ty and began typing in the password.

The sign in screen gave way to rows of shortcuts and the lady jabbed a USB into the port, quickly taking what she needed.

“Mind opening this one?” Ty pointed to a folder holding the list of names he needed.

“Depends on who’s asking.” The lady glanced at him.

“I’m Ty, I don’t plan to be here for more than a few years. Definitely don’t plan to remember this.”

“I’m Melonie, I don’t plan to be here in the next five minutes.” Melonie, if that was her real name, opened the folder for Ty.

“Nice meeting you, and thanks for the help.” Ty grabbed the papers that were spat out of the printer.

“Same.” Melonie said, taking her USB and sprinting out of the room, and out of sight.

On the phone in an office, his office actually, Ty chatted up an old friend while Sam toweled himself off across from his desk.

“That’s fourteen out of seventeen names we can hit,” Ty and his buddy laughed over the shared realization. “But nah, I won’t bother you with all of them. You still need business and I only need one of them to make a big enough contribution and get the other shaking.”

“He needed a break from that lady anyways,” The other guy laughed. “The appointment’s for seven o’clock so I suggest you take the car I’m sending you in ten minutes.”

Holding his hand over the receiver, Ty glanced at Sam wringing out his white dress shirt. There was an ink stain on the edges he stuffed into his pants when he had the shirt on. Embarrassed, he smiled back at Ty.

“Sam’s going to do great, I promise. See you.” Ty hung up and heard a knocking on his door.

“I’ll get that,” Sam got up and opened the door to Amadeus who stared at him with stone dead eyes. “Is that for Ty?” He noticed the fancy suit on the clothes hanger Amadeus had dangling from his outstretched arm.

“Baby Belle’s fast!” Ty exclaimed, waving at Amadeus. The man threw the clothes into Sam’s face and slammed the door on him. “And those are for you.”

“I can’t accept these!” Sam marveled at the gray, on the verge of silver, coat and pants ensemble. “These look like they’re worth three times my rent.”

“Belle’s going to be so happy you said that but if you won’t take that as a gift from a friend to a friend, can you accept them as a way to get this super important job done?” Ty clapped his hands together, batting his eyelashes pleadingly at Sam.

Pressing his lips together, Sam wrinkled his nose and struggled to piece the puzzle.

“Are you sending me to meet those super important people on your list?” His breathing sped and he fell back into his chair. “I’m just a regular guy! I’m going to let you down!”

“Uh-uh, you’re going to take the sedan down from to their estate, ring their doorbell, and smile at the lady expecting you,” Ty leaned over his desk and pinched his cheek. “You know how confident I am in you? I’m not even going to tell you what you’re supposed to be doing there. You’re going to be yourself and it’s going to be the best.”

“What?” Sam’s head almost exploded.

“My buddy’s waiting for you downstairs and he’ll take care of you from there.” Ty grinned, tapping a tune on his lap.

“H-how much time do I have to pull myself together?” Sam stammered, rubbing his straining neck.

“Oh, five.”

“Five?” Same blinked.

“Four.”

Positively giggling, Ty chased after Sam on his office chair as he charging down the hall with his new suit. Diving into the elevator, Sam started praying and watched his new friend wave him off.

“You hear that, Amy?” The elevator bell rang as Ty turned to the receptionist, who did his best to keep eye-contact to a bare minimum. “That’s the sound of me and you about to share lunch breaks until you retire.”

Non-plussed, Amadeus dialed a number into his phone and the landline in Ty’s office started to ring. It rang until Amadeus was greeted by voicemail.

“Do you have any idea of what your job entails?” Amadeus asked the voicemail. “Without any softhearts like that Neron character helping you, I’ll be happy to see your bloated corpse floating in the water.”

Ty gasped, eyes shining.

“You do care, Amy.” He blew a kiss towards Amadeus and slid back to his office in search of Neron’s phone number, leaving Amy to grieve over his new circumstances.

Sitting cushy in his seat, Ty read over the notes Neron had been kind enough to jot up for him.

“I would be more upset if I didn’t think whoever wanted to work directly under Jaania would be less honest than a stranger that sneaked into the building.” Neron had said, promising more to come tomorrow.

“So if you don’t want us to press assault charges against your family, and let the facts in the civil case leak to the press, I’ll be expecting that big donation come tomorrow,” Ty talked on his phone, happy with good news for once. “Don’t forget to convince all your friends what a good business decision it is to invest in the Rose!”

Hearing thundering footsteps approach his door, Ty hung up and waited.

“AAAAAAAAH!” Sam burst into the office, looking like he got mauled by a pack of dogs without teeth. His suit was disheveled and torn in places that would get him arrested on the street.

He looked to the desk and yelled again.

“Akanthus, Sir! Am I in the wrong office?” Sam coughed, trying to rub the lipstick stains off his neck and cheeks.

“No, he just needed to use my computer.” Ty scuttled over on his office chair, giving Sam a big hug while minding the bit marks on his tummy.

“W-why?” Sam scratched his messy hair, still way out of it.

Jaania’s second had dozed for a moment, and his helmet had smashed his computer. Was he going to call IT and get it fixed? That meant letting Zadd up here.

“Akanthus, sir?” Sam stammered, but Akanthus said nothing, pouring coffee directly into the opening in his helmet.

“Look at you.” Ty opened Sam’s shirt when he noticed a bit of marker peeking out from his collar.

“What happened? What did they write on me?” Sam frantically scratched at his clothes.

“You got the wife’s number and the daughter’s, woof!” Ty patted his back. “Congratulations, Sam! Your love life is now the healthiest in the building.”

They thought Akanthus snorted at that but didn’t know for sure.

“How about you and me grab a few bottles Friday night, and pop them on a job well done?” Ty winked, tracing a heart around the phone numbers. “I’ll call my girlfriend and you can bring your new friends too.”

“Secretary Melonie?” Akanthus spoke, shocking Sam out of his fifth emotional crisis of the day. He glanced at Ty quizzically.

“Ty is short for Melonie.” Ty shrugged and Akanthus didn’t bother looking up from his work.

“If you’re done wasting time, get to preparing the event. Catering, decoration, stay-at-home parent things, it doesn’t matter. Jaania should have sent you the details along with and a query to which of you account to link to the payroll.”

“Would that be by email?” Ty hesitated, gripping Sam by his lapels tightly. “I didn’t happen to get new any mail.”

“Any contact information errors should be seen to immediately, though I doubt this was a mistake on Jaania’s part.”

“Why her?” Ty chanced.

“Jaania handles her assistant’s information personally.”

Dear lord.

No! No, it was still fine! Did Jaania look at Ty when he was in her office? Nah, she and Cosplay King sitting at his desk were too busy secretly funding overseas criminal syndicates.

There was still time to fix this!

“Hang tight, Sam. I’ll be right back. Just need to head to the bathroom.” Ty left for Jaania’s office, knowing she was in a meeting because he was the Secretary.

Sam winced at the door closing behind Ty, too afraid to turn around.

“Why does it smell like candles and olive oil in here?” Akanthus tsked as Sam quickly wiped the remains off his skin.

Already at the door to Jaania’s office, Ty was ready to get into her computer and change all of Melonie’s contact information, banking info, and resume to his own. Miss. Miss Me would think she had hallucinated the entire mix up before Ty got several years in jail for identity fraud.

Evidently, Ty wasn’t the only one prying at Jaania’s schedule for nefarious reasons.

“Who the hell are you?” Ty gaped at the man snooping through Jaania’s computer, her spare glasses resting on his nose. “Wait a minute, aren’t you that Theano guy?”

Rolling with his mistake, Theano sat back in the CEO’s chair and leaned his elbows on the arms.

“That’s CEO Theano to you.” He pointed a pen at Ty.

“You know what? I don’t have time for this.” Ty grabbed the back of the office chair Theano had stolen and shoved it towards the nearest door.

“That’s a closet! Don’t you dare--” Shoving the pompous man into the closet stuffed full of designer coats Jaania probably wore when she stepped on her enemies, Ty used the stolen cuffs to tangle around the closet’s handles.

“Welcome back, Jaania!” Ty pretended Miss. Miss Me had returned and it worked like a charm. Theano clammed up and Ty sprinted back out the hall to get another chair.

Changing the info could be done during the next meeting. Jaania returning and not finding her chair was missing sounded like an immediate slight that would get Ty tossed out the window, one limb at a time. Any slight, really.

“Thanks, Amy!” Ty grabbed Amadeus’ chair right as he was about to sit down. The man went legs up and Ty was so sad he couldn’t stick around to laugh, even if it meant also getting tossed out of the window, one limb at a time.

He rode the chair all the way back into Jaania’s office, slid it behind her desk, and Jaania leaned over the backrest.

“Take a seat, won’t you?” The CEO motioned to the chair, which might as well have been electric, on the other side of her desk.

His entire upper body drained of blood, Ty quietly stepped around the desk and slumped in the stiff wooden grave.

“Perhaps I should say that my employees are all idiots who can’t see a screaming lie when it’s dancing in front of their noses,” Jaania said, sitting in her new chair and deciding she quite liked it. Behind Ty’s head, the CEO saw Amadeus dejectedly close the door to her office. “But they aren’t idiots. Not all of them.”

Saying nothing, not even breathing, Ty cradled his head in his hands.

“With our partners secured for sponsoring the convention, I suppose this entire debacle wasn’t a loss.” Jaania reached for her phone and the sounds of her finger dialing up a number made Ty deaf.

Time stretched painfully on as Ty wondered how much his parents were going to laugh at him when he used his one phone call from his new cell. He wondered how hard Belle was going to dump him and how loudly she would say that she hated him. Maybe he should punch out his ear drums in advance.

“I’d like to enquire about the work experience program at your institution. I understand that he’s in his senior year?” Jaania’s words suddenly broke through Ty’s despaired stupor. “Weekdays after school from four to two should suffice.”

“As in four in the afternoon to two in the morning?” Ty raised his head and Jaania covered the receiver.

“Would you rather I call the authorities?”

Fair.

Once the arrangements were finalized, Jaania considered Ty like a lion considered a hogtied gazelle.

“If I let you go, I lose a potential for a better than average handler of my mundane affairs. You, on the other hand, won’t leave the building. Do we have an understanding?”

Swallowing, Ty nodded.

“What’s next on my schedule?” Jaania asked.

“The last secretary made this appointment with Amityvale Pharmaceuticals, starting in ten minutes.”

“Your advice?”

Letting out a deep breath, Ty said “Don’t waste energy growing flowers on graves.”

Seeing that her glasses were missing, Jaania opted for white-framed sunglasses.

“I’ll be skipping to visiting the labs. Get the necessary documents on the shelf and follow me there.” Standing, Jaania’s heels clicked on the marble as she headed out to the hall. The moment Ty was able to breathe again, he did five laps around the room.

Whistling a jaunty tune, he grabbed the files from their respective boxes, and listened to the banging coming from inside the closet.

“I don’t have the keys, but since I’m having such a charitable day, I’ll tell security you had an accident and handcuffed the closet shut behind you. I’m sure they saw you on their cameras.”

“When security finds me, I’ll—“Theano paused. “Right. Security.”

With that taken care of, Ty thought of the opportunities. So many of them! Ones in the building, and the ones Melonie probably had waiting for him too. Sure, a lot of them could hit literal dead ends, but Ty could keep walking.

“Sam!” He called to his waiting friend, stepping out of the office and into the garden.

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i-karos-remaking · 7 years ago

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or just.... all of them. do all of them.

1. what’s your favorite way to dress?

Unholy lovechild of mall goth and crust punk w a sprinkle of 2008 twink emo kid

if you could change anything about yourself, what would it be?My entire body????

what movie/game/etc. helps you calm down?I watch horror movies a lot to relax. Don’t ask me how that works

what does your room smell like?Roses and sweat usually.

do you like to organize?Clothes, supplies, basically everything

what kind of music would you listen to if you could only choose one?Uh………. “alternative” bcs that can have a lot of different sounds

what song is your aesthetic?

Teen idle by marina and the diamonds and She’s My Witch by the radiacs

what color do you think goes best with your personality?

Answered already

do you believe in auras?

Yeah

what do you wish you hated, but actually like?

I’m not trying to get a call out, but nice try

vague about your crush(es)

Tall asshole.

is there someone you have mixed feelings towards?

Pretty much everyone I know

talk about an au or story you came up with

OoooooooH uh I have a story about a girl who wakes up in a sentient city where a lot of weird shit happens. A bunch of kids live there and there’s a bunch of creepy dangerous monsters that lurk around and don’t really attack unless you’re alone at night. If the city decides it doesn’t like you it’ll kidnap you somehow and you’ll end up in a neighborhood where kids are always fighting with more dangerous monsters and also with each other.

do you like makeup?In theory, yeah

do you prefer space or the ocean?

Ocean

if you could pick any planet besides earth, where would you live?

Answered already

what form of government do you like the most? (capitalism, socialism, etc.)

Socialism

what animal would you keep as a pet, if you could?

Cerberus

what do you think our purpose is in the universe?

I don’t think humanity matters in the grand scheme of things. I think we’re just here to do the best we can and fall in love and have fun and be as good to each other as possible. (Not everyone is very good at this concept)

do you believe in god(s)?

Yeah! I’m a Hellenic polytheist

is there a song you can’t handle listening to, even though you like it?

Yeah but I can’t remember it right this second

what ex do you miss the most, if you have one?

The Bad One

do you like soft, fluffy blankets or rough/smooth blankets?

Who the FUCK likes rough blankets?? Soft and fluffy is the ultimate winner

what is your favorite thing to learn about?

History of any kind!!!

what country’s history do you find the most interesting?

Europeans were always on some freak shit

what do you think about genderbent ____ (insert someone here)

I can’t answer is bcs my best friend didn’t think this through but genderbends r weird so the answer is I’d rather not regardless

what breakup was the hardest, if you had one?

My best friend that I was in love with in middle school who ended up not really caring abt me but I was hopelessly in love with her

do you have someone where you can’t decide if you like them romantically or just as a friend?

Basically anyone I’m close friends with. Affection is affection, I let the other person decide if they want to to be romantic or not

what do you think about tumblr discourse?

Stop it

what instrument do you wish you could master?

Harp

how easy is it for you to be honest?

Depends on who I’m talking to

do you have any strange interests?

Oh hell yeah

do you have any strange fears?

I have pretty debilitating paranoia

what food do you binge on when you’re lazy?

Bread

when you get angry, how do you show it?

Tears

do you have any impulsive movements? (twitches, ticks, flapping, etc.)

I repeat things in threes, I twitch sometimes, I move around a lot when I get excited (flapping included!!). I stim a lot, basically

what do you listen to music on?

Google play or yt music

are you left brained or right brained?

I took a quiz and it said I was both

earbuds or headphones?

Buds

do you like light blankets or heavy blankets? Heavy!!!

#💌

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lgbtloudhouse · 8 years ago

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The fall of Lgbtloudhouse. A Story based on real events. An au of reality.

Depression. It wasn’t as bad as it seemed, for a certain young girl… at least not in their eyes… Celeste B was a normal fangirl. She would laugh and cry over things people called “for kids”.. Well, it was for kids! And she still was a kid, so she enjoyed the things she liked to do. Drawing, editing, watching The Loud House and obsessing over the characters. She loved the show and it was one of her favorite things to watch. She would make connections with them and pick out things about them that she would relate to. “Ok, come on, Luan is gay as hell and y'all know it.” She said to no one in particular, but just thinking out loud. She would just browse tumblr looking at some of her favorite blogs and the ones she makes friends with. They were one of the reasons she lift her head up and smiled. Until one day. Let’s just say to summarize it, she was mentally unstable and ill. She took meds for it, but she still had her moments. Her weaknesses. Her downfalls. It turned dark.

Celeste was scrolling through one day and came across something disturbing. People were calling her out. She looked closer, confused and worried. “Its just a drawing, get over it!” “Wow, I can’t believe some little kid is getting triggered over a simple drawing. Jump only drew an oc!” “Lmao damn sjw’s crying again kys”

“W-what.??” Celeste felt something hit her heart. Was this really happening? /oh.. well, it’s nothing. I’m pretty sure it’s just some trolls…/ But she’ll come soon to know that it was more than just trolls she was dealing with.

-some while later- Celeste was doing well. Drawing random lil things here and there. Going on tumblr was hard, but she still loved it. …..

“Oh.. oh my GOD!!!” Celeste put her hand over her mouth in fear. What is this… this… thing she’s looking at? “Did.. they… they… drew PORN of me???” She was shaking, trying not to cry. She needed to talk to someone about this.

Her friends. The safe squad.

She opened up her messages.

Lgbtloudhouse: Queenie! I.. I found something, it’s very very disturbing.. QB: what is it? *lgbtloudhouse sent a link* QB: oh my lord.. These trashies don’t know when yo stop. I can’t believe they’d stoop to such a low level. I’ll handle it. For now, block aval0nx and report it. Lgbtloudhouse: ok..

Celeste was sitting in her room, just trying to ignore everything. Why would someone so such a thing to a mentally ill teenager who only wanted some peace? She sighed, and went to bed.

-some days later-

Celeste had a huge headache. Dealing with internet creeps was not going well for her. She tried to ignore it, but each time she would make it feel bad about herself. She still couldn’t believe what happened. She just wanted a break, but she couldn’t.. She didn’t know why, or what was holding her back, but she knew it wasn’t good.

/time to see what’s going on again../ she thought.

“You are worse than cancer. You are incurable, never go away, and torments people for the rest of there life’s to the point where you want to kill yourself. I don’t think I need to explain why for both points.”

“Let’s see lgbtloudhouse use those insults later when she isn’t some snobby kid whos parents probably buy her everything she wants, she thinks the whole world has to bow to her just because she thinks we should. Lgbtloudhouse is just a spoiled brat. You can practically smell the friendlessness and bitch from that kid.”

“Lgbtloudhouse is a cunt.”

“She must be a real dumbass cunt if she thought she won. I will use the word strongly. Dumbass cunt.”

“Queenie is just using lgbtloudhouse. Like a tool. She doesnt care about her feelings”

“We may like fictional incest but for the love of God act better than lgbtloudhouse and safehouse!”

“New comic. Page 1/10. Chapter one: a "Celestial” being.“

/NO…/

/OH MY.. GOD…/

Celeste could not believe what she was seeing. Her mind felt like it was crumbling apart trying to stay stable.

/leave. I’m gonna leave./ she thought.

Upon finding more chaos.. she decided to take a break.

Until one day.

A fellow friend of hers decided to message her to inform her on what has happened. Something that she’d never seen before. Let’s call this guy, "Lines”. No shade or anything negative to Lines. But Celeste discovered something horrific that shook her to the core. He sent her some photos in warning to her.

“There’s something I found online.. and i think you need to see this..”

“Sure, what is it?”

*Lines sent a photo*

“Do the world a favor, and do the n— jig off the nearest tree.” One photo showed a Celeste glancing at a rope along with a Clyde dangling on a tree, dead, in the background. Sucide baiting. Something inside of Celeste broke. She couldn’t feel anything anymore.

“Also…”

*Lines sent a photo*

This is when the worst happened.

Celeste. Her being violated, drawn pornography of her and Lincoln was showed on her phone. Uncensored. With Lynn and Lars, loud house canon genderbents, watching and getting off in the front.

Celeste dropped her phone. Her family was out. She began to shake. Cry. Scream. Tear at her skin. Sobbing and crying hysterically, couldn’t take it anymore. She ran to the kitchen. Threw open the drawer. Grabbed the biggest knife she could find.

She tearfully ran back into her room. She turned off the lights and closed her curtains.

But grabbed a pencil and some paper and began writing.

Dear family,

Let me just explain why you are in this unfortunate situation. As you know, I love the loud house and I began to go on a site called tumblr. I found many sweet and lovely friends on there. Let me just give out their names because I really want my beautiful friends to thrive through this horrible time. They are: queenbean03, fangirl20, brighteronthesunnyside, adh2d, vanillafrappelatte, transfairycosmo, loud-siblings-against-loudcest, thebigcrunchone9, asknightvaleandgravityfalls, underratedhero, phandomtrashnumerouno, spectrumbunny, skwhy, sourbetes, thecyancat, summeroverdrive, hadenohade, kirby-universe, doctorgalaxy101, wonderingaboutwander, lifeismarvelous, tamamajasper, animatedtrash4, Adrianacartoonfangirl, and many other beautiful souls and friends. I’m so sorry this happned. I was going through tumblr and I started to get bullied. First it was insults, then name calling, then death and suicide threats, then drawn porn of me. Tell Caleb (my brother, 6), Ariel (sis, 5), grandma, and the family and my friends that I love them. I love you guys so much, but I can’t take this anymore. Love, Celeste.

She raised the knife over herself. And.. *thump*.

“Celeste! We’re home!” Celeste’s mother Jennifer called out. They brought home cheese pizza, which they knew she loved. They also noticed that she hasn’t been coming out of her room lately and looked noticeably sad. They got some pizza to make her happy again.

“Hmmm. Why are all the lights off?”

Celeste’s dad, Rich, shrugged.

“Maybe she wanted some dark.”

“Yeah, but all of them?”

“Yeah that’s weird. Caleb, go wake up your sister.”

“Okay!!!” Caleb was Celeste’s little brother. He can be a handful, but he’s still her brother. He, like his sister, has autism, adhh, ocd, and is in general very hyper but still loving.

He ran to her door and opened it.

She was laying on the floor.

Caleb ran out to tell their mom.

“Mom, Celeste is sleeping on the floor!”

Jennifer laughed. “You’re so silly Caleb. I’ll go get her.”

She walked over to her door. And screamed.

Laying on the floor, was her daughter Celeste. Dead.

“What the???!?!

She looked closer.. and gasped.

A knife was in her head.

She then saw, this was self-inflicted. Suicide.

-month later-

It was a dark and depressing day in South Carolina. Raindrops covered the graveyard like grass covering land. Despite it being summer everyone felt a chill inside their hearts.

"We are gathered here today to mourn the loss of daughter Celeste B. She was a wonderful spirit and lovely girl. But then the harsh pain of evil came over her in despair. May we all come together and this heavenly soul rest in peace. And may the world have peace in future cyberbullying to stop. And for acts of hate against this lady and other victims of cyberbullying to decrease quickly. Amen.”

It was a shame. Love will be found in all the right places. May we come together and figure out that what you say can have a impact on someone’s life. I am glad I never killed myself. I am strong but weak. Beautiful yet fragile. Loving yet fearless. Now what would you react if this actually happned and I did commit sucide? Love yourself and choose your ways carefully. Love eachother and find peace. I am strong for staying. Don’t give up for light or life. You are loved, my love.

#celeste says

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anti-yandere-dev · 8 years ago

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hey so i 'redid' the yansim characters but not all of them i wrote 2 much so

[I put the submission under the cut since it was pretty lengthy]

hey whats up guys i had 2 put this in a submission as well as literally typed this in a note bc im on data & i dont wanna use a lot of it

basically my au takes place in a college instead. seems more fitting bc theyre actual adults & just feels Right.

theres more characters than there is in the original but thats mainly because i took the ‘genderbent versions’ & made them useful (i pretty much made them in2 siblings 4 some characters lol) anyways!! lets break down the characters

also lads, lassies, non-gender specific term for those bc i dont know the term, im givin yall a warning 4 self harm, suicide, nsfw implications/rape, possible drug abuse, and the rest of the Basic Criteria

Akihiko (Previously known as Senpai): He’s gay & trans. His name means 'bright prince’ which really has no significance, I just thought it was pretty……………and everyone views him as a prince bc he’s rly nice and kind and forgiving and actually has a personality other than being a cardboard box. Eventually gets into a commited relationship w/ 'Yandere-kun’ who I really need to give a name. Akihiko has a twin brother, I took that idea from the possibility of a younger sister, and admittingly(admittedly???) enough, Koumi’s 'genderbent’ Hanako. I’ll get into detail on his twin later, but they have a pretty good relationship. Akihiko (it was at this point i actually looked up a name 4 him & went back 2 edit stuff bc i h8 senpai lol) is still childhood friends w/ 'Osana’, who I renamed Ami(i4got her last name i had 4 her). However, neither of them have romantic feelings for one another, considering Akihiko is only attracted to males, and Ami is only attracted to females(theyre gay.). Akihiko actually meets Ayano when she is about to commit suicide, when he saves her. Ami is there with him, so they both save her. Aside from slight backstory related stuff, Akihiko is actually rather popular. People like him for an actual personality this time!! He’s very kind and puts others needs before his, which is rather dangerous. Ami has lectured him on this many times. Akihiko’s also known for having really good grades and being very helpful when it comes to tutoring others. He meets Ichirou (yandere-kun i literally just looked up anothr name his name means first son bc hes the first son btw lolol) eventually when Ayano invites him over. (sry this is everywhere btw i should have put this in2 a specific order) ngl i feel like this is enough on akihiko like if u wanna kno more abt him hmu on my main christopherpierre-official

Ami (Previously known as Osana): god shes so fucking gay like as soon as she met ayano she fuckign DIED bc she loves her so much???she thinks ayano is like. the prettiest fuckgin girl ever. holy fuckshit shes GAY AND WILL DEFEND AYANO WOTH HER LIFE!!!! Anyways. Ami comes from a dangerously abusive household, and as a result, took a lot of self defense classes when she ran away at age 13. (what year is tht in japan pls help) She still retains some of her 'tsundere’ personality, but she’s more thoughtful of others feelings. She met Ayano as she was about to throw herself into highly active traffic, but she and Akihiko were able to stop her before she could hurt herself. As soon as Ami and Akihiko were able to calm Ayano down, they called an ambulance/contacted the hospital, considering she had a lot of bruises and cuts. They would later find out Ayano’s father was extremely abusive, and the mother was unable to do anything because she was away on a trip for work. A lot of people know Ami for how assertive she can be, misinterpreting her mostly good intentions as aggressive. Ami is mostly known for her knowledge on medical related things, but she still has a slightly bad reputation because of how rude she comes off as. again thts enougb on ami if u wanna kno more just ask me!!

Ayano: still keeps the name bc I Like It?? its pretty fuck u. Ayano has none of her yandere personality. She’s fuckign AFRAID of everything bc of her SHIT ASS ABUSIVE DAD!! Her mom’s still kinda yandere tho, but she didnt kidnal the dad or anything. Their marriage is founded off of Pure And Honest Love…….until the mom kills the dad 4 being a homphobic shit bitch lol. Ayano actually has a lot of self harm scars. She barely gets to see her older brother, Ichirou, who is two years older than her, because he’s away or some shit idk he gets abused p badly too tho. Ayano is rly reserved & quiet & im debating on giving her bpd but its Iffy idk. she has ptsd & kinda sorta got raped by some Fucker in middle school (ichirou took care of the fucker (: hes dead.) so she has a lot of trauma going on here!! I kinda sorta projected some emotional trauma of mine onto Ayano;;; Obviously when Ami found out she was fuxking enraged. Ayano can’t afford to move out of her house just yet, and her brother can’t necessarily take her in, nor does he have her contact info. He kinda sorta left thr country for a bit?? Not sure what country I want this to take place in yet. However, Ichirou is fairly powerless against his father as well, so he took a lot of the beatings, (even tho this boy is fucking Strong as Hell like GOD FUCKIN DAMN!!! he can lift his own mom w/o an issue!! but he kinda left like right away as soon as he could & couldnt take ayano i mean she was still in high school & he Obviously has guilt over not taking her w/ him) but not as many as Ayano, seeing as to how she was the fathers least favourite. Her mother never married the father, and she didn’t want the children to inherit his last name either. …..anyways this is enough i thimk

Ichirou (Previously Yandere-kun): Gay. Loves Akihiko. Retains the yandere personality, but it’s not as bad??? He left the [insert surname household here fuck aishi its not even a Real japanese surname] household as soon as possible, and had immediate regrets. Loves his darling little sister with all of his heart, but it’s literally not incestuous. It’s just good sibling love………also he likes 2 embarass ayano a lot lol. As soon as he met Akihiko, who I never mentioned to have pastel pink hair, he fell in love like, right away? Even though I personally don’t believe in love at first sight (that’s a lie I fell in love w/ most of my anime bf’s @ first sight i can shut the Fuck Off) Ichirou was just??immediately enchanted by this beautiful prince…….he’s just that gay. He’s 2 whole singular years older than Ayano. actually not 2 whole years but w/e hes a scorpio tho. Ichirou has definitely been in relationships w/ other men b4 but they didn’t work out too well. Some rando called him 'daddy’ once and wanted to fucking Die he has shit experiences with his dad & hates the daddy kink so much. He also has ptsd. Doesn’t know how to deal with his emotions at all so he just bottles them up and lets them out all at once and it’s a mess. Also has self harm scars, and some scars from his father trying to Literally Kill Him. This boy……strong as fuck. Can lift his own mom. Has held Ami, Ayano, and Akihiko all at once. Somehow. He’s just a really good older brother? But he’s also really sneaky. While he is jealous of the time Ami & Ayano spend with Akihiko (the A squad lol i just realized their names all start w/ the letter a) he does respect that they’re really close friends, and nothing more. He’s also aware of the unsaid feelings between Ayano and Ami (vry perceptive) so he doesn’t care lol. However, he has little to no tolerance of anyone else being around him. He has a slight distaste for Akihiko’s twin, Kazuhiko (the name means harmonious prince i got a Theme goin on here) but he disregards the feelings. wow talk abt an Info Dump okay next 1

Kazuhiko (Previously the 'genderbent’ little sister/brother, made him into Akihiko’s twin brother): He’s actually a yandere too?? But not 4 Akihiko. He’s vry supportive of Akihiko tho. When he & his twin were in middle school, he gave his uniform to his brother bc he still got the sailor uniform, so he took it. There were some troubles but hey I don’t know how this shit is dealt w/ so please. Just accept this brother supporting his gay trans twin……pls….. He enjoys Ayano’s company. She reminds him of his gf/d8m8, the 'genderbent’ version of “”“"senpai”“”“ (theyre cousins but nobody knows yet so thats why) so he introduces them and they hit it off pretty well! Kazuhiko get Jealous™ and nearly exposes his yandere personality but his Lovely Beautiful Nonbinary Girlfriend reassures him tht they only love him. He loves Yuuka (their full name is yuuka minako) so much?? He would kill 4 them. Literally. He almost has. & b4 i accidentally make a cishet character bc i Refuse 2 4 some???odd reason idk, kazuhiko is a Bisexual Demiboy who fell in love w/ a nonbinary who is okay w/ feminine aligned things. Back on track, Kazuhiko is fairly popular w/ a lot of people for many reasons, and oh wow what a Fucking Cliche ppl r strongly sexually attracted to him!!coolio. he looks nothing like koumis fuckass potato lookin little brother btw. But a lot of people hate the fact that he’s in a Very Committed Relationship w/ Yuuka bc shes not that pretty damn!! But she is. She’s so fucking pretty. To him, at least. He basically fucking worships Yuuka. this is A Lot next character lol

Yuuka (Previously 'Senpai-chan’ or w/e lol): Nonbinary who’s fine w/ she/her pronouns, but also uses they/them. Very shy, Ayano & Ichirou’s cousin. Has a younger sister, and two older siblings who are twins. The younger sister is the old concept for the original little sister, and the older siblings are nemesis-chan & 'nemesis-kun’. While Yuuka and their siblings have lived a fairly abusive life, they haven’t sustained as much 'damage’ as Ayano’s family. Yuuka & Ayano are related by their mothers. They are sisters, only a year and an undetermined amount of months apart. This means after Ryoba, Ayano’s mother, or Sakurako, Yuuka’s mother, moved away, they lost contact with one another, never bothering to talk again. Yuuka and Ayano get along exceptionally well, and Hanako (u remember the little sister well her name stays the same bc its meaning is just flower child. also her design changes.) often refers to Ayano as an elder sister. Yuuka’s relationship with her little sister is somewhat strained due to the three year age gap, but they still get along regardless. Their relationship is strained because Yuuka promises to spend more time with their younger sister, but there’s not much time due to an overwhelming amount of schoolwork, as well as their job taking up a lot of time, too. Regardless, Yuuka doesn’t forget to call their darling little sister as often as she can, checking up on her and how well she’s doing in school. next 1!!!! also i4got 2 talk abt their relationship w/ kazuhiko here bc i was rly focused on mentioning family stuff…..oops (also 4got 2 mention mental health stuff??but like. yuuka has adhd, depression, anxiety, u can just ask me if u wanna know more tbh)

Hanako: i kept the name bc it just literally means flower child & honestly shes such a flowery child??anyways. Hanako retains little to none of her annoying rip-off-nico personality. Instead, she has set up a calm, shy exterior as a defense mechanism due to the many years of neglect she received from her father. (me @ myself y r all the dad characters fuxking Dicks in this like??okay damn.) On top of that, growing up, her mother was never around, due to the fact that she was in the hospital to a terminal illness. Instead, she had to rely on Yuuka for attention, since the twins, Tomoko (sister) and Kiyoshi (brother) left before she graduated her first year in middle school. Hanako also has difficulties with her schoolwork because she, much like her sister, has ADHD. Due to this, she struggles to keep up with the class, and has a hard time paying attention to almost anything that doesn’t interest her enough. However, she has many supports, helping her as much as possible in many ways, which does make her feel better about herself. After her mother had made a full recovery and left the hospital in her current year, she has felt much better about herself, and her grades have definitely improved. Although her father did leave her a while back when she found out he was having an affair on her mom, she still managed fairly well on her own. i mean cmon its not like she liked her dad tht much lol he was a Big Fucking Asswipe hanako isnt as fleshed out as i wished her 2 b but shes not That signigicant to the main story??idk. like shes still in highschool & shes only 17 & this takes place in college so??i dunno. i mean if u got suggestions or smth..sure

Tomoko (Previously Nemesis-chan, made her one of the older siblings bc idk y not lol: There’s not much to say about her. She’s 28, which is only 11 years apart from Hanako. She was entirely capable of filling in the missing mother role for her and Yuuka, but she herself didn’t know what to do. On top of that, she was more focused on getting the best grades out of the entire class, and was much better at academics than her brother. Tomoko has a very cold exterior. She is hard to connect with, and pays little to no attention to anyone elses feelings than her own. This mainly stems from the fact that her father, who she doesn’t even consider a blood related relative, was too busy messing around with other women. buddy i dont know what else 2 write 4 tomoko like she just has severe apathy issues & just doesnt know how 2 connect w/ others. next character

Kiyoshi (Previously Koumi’s shit ass 'genderbend’ Nemesis-chan): Unlike Tomoko, he was able to fill in the father-like role for Yuuka and Hanako. Due to having to take on the role of the father, it put a large strain on his academics and work outside of school. He, at one point, almost had to drop out to take care of his younger siblings, but decided against it. He eventually decided to teach Yuuka how to do her own laundry and how to cook when she was only 9. Due to this, Yuuka was able to take care of herself and Hanako while Kiyoshi could work and pay their bills. Kiyoshi was only 23 when he left the household so he could go to college and get a degree, leaving Yuuka at age 15, and Hanako at age 12. he could b more fleshed out but im??i dunno. im Panicking okay do u think i can work on a character tht doesnt rly show up in the story a lot.

anyways im just putting all of These Guys in 1 this 4 now bc this is A Lot as it is. ill do more later also give me criticism on these pls

I really like what you’ve done with the characters (especially now that they have personalities and stories behind them, instead of just nothing). Also, the names you gave them were cute.

-Mod Sega

#submission #yansim au

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questionartbox · 8 years ago

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Was tagged by sweet @funkzpiel, thank you! ✨ It’s a pretty long post though so I’ll hide it under the cut for convenience!

Rules: 1. Always post the rules.  2. Answer the questions given by the person who tagged you.  3. Write 11 questions of your own.  4. Tag 11 people.

1. What is your favorite, weird comfort quirk? Spike mats. Have a back pain? Lay down on the spike mat. Can’t sleep? Be on the spike mat. Just feel physically/mentally tired in general? Spike. Mat. It’s harder to sleep on it during the night when you share your bed though...

2. Rain lover or hater? Oh yeah, rain lover! So long as I get to stay indoors - the smell, the light, the sound of it pitter-pattering on the windows, of it crashing down all at once, they can be incredibly cozy so long as you’re not physically subjected to it.

3. Beach or Mountains? Here’s the thing: I come from a town that is built on seven (practically) mountains - the town’s founder was really into Italy, you feel? And so I spent a bit of my teen free time with a friend finding high places to sit.However, I also have a gigantic fear of heights because of my lack of balance, so despite the sun being a problem for my ginger self at the beach I might still pick that… hmm, I am not sure.

4. What’s one big fear you are trying to overcome? Oh man, apart from the general ones…. In later years, I’ve had an issue where I can’t trust that what I see/do/say is actually real. Being able to let go of the fear that I didn’t actually forget to turn the stove off/lock the door/ etc is something I’ve been working on for years now, but it’s getting better. I can leave the house without having to have picture proof now, and without having to spend fifteen minutes staring at the oven/door/etc :’)

5. Favorite dream you’ve ever had? My favourite dream visually was a nightmare 3-4 years ago with big spanning fields and a labyrinth and a beachside, something about abandonment and moving far away and all of that jazz, but man was it a sight. (I mainly have nightmares to be honest.) But a few months ago I had a dream run-in with Ezra Miller working at the local grocery store’s post office and that was a delightful experience.

6. Do you believe in ghosts? Absolutely - most of the time. I won’t believe just anything is because of ghosts but I won’t dismiss the fact that there has happened some unexplainable things around me before.

7. Fanfic you would recommend to others/really touched you, etc.? Oh man. I remember this one Norsebros modern AU fic that was about family bonds and getting back into a family, trying to help eachother even when you can’t possibly understand eachother, such things - I don’t have the link anymore I think, but it made me sob through several chapters. HOWEVER reading @acroamatica ‘a shadowplay had me trembling in the pure intensity of some of these Artist ™ and Art Creation ™ emotions. It’s fully finished so for the few who haven’t read it that get on that. And (because I don’t know what the rest will be like) the first two chapters of @pineapplebread and @dontyoudarestiles ’ Boy, We’re Gold had me sucking for breath at times, it hit me for reasons I can’t understand. There are so many others but the list would be so long... :’)

8. Fan Art that everyone needs to stop what they’re doing and look at? Genderbent Graves and Credence by @dz013 that absolutely knocked me off my feet: https://dz013.tumblr.com/post/159216100554 Also mmzmac at twitter has the cutest chibi style I’ve ever seen, it makes me all warm inside?? https://twitter.com/mmzmac/status/847847943793025029 I also love plenty of you all’s styles but since I am awful at tagging on my own reblogging blog I can’t find any specific ones right now I’m sorry haha;;

9. Fanfic premise you wish someone would write, but haven’t seen yet? So you know how Newt’s book was released by a publisher known as 'Obscurus books’ in the canon, right? :’) See, I know that that’s a publishing company in the canon, but my mind went somewhere towards libraries/bookstores and now it is circling Credence. So either: Credence follows Newt to England, and once gaining more control over his obscurus he tries to help out at Obscurus books - the irony is not lost on him. OR Credence helps out at a muggle bookstore/library (only God-fearing literature, mind you). Graves, a man who visits the store/other often and never seem to actually want to be there begins leaving him books that are more like the ones he catches Credence flipping through in his off-time - fairytales first. More and more magic included.

10. Dream house/job? Oh man. I want to live somewhere where my bed is not my couch, nor my workplace. And I’d like to live somewhere both forest and city which is kind of impossible. Ahhh and I want to draw - just draw - all the time, always.

11. Something you’re really proud of (fandom-related or otherwise)? Stepping out of my shell and actually talking to people has been a great fun! And lately I’ve been growing more and more fond of how my art turns out, which is always something to feel proud of! Little steps forwards, so to say.

New questions: 1. What do you use for inspiration? (Music, mood boards, other?) 2. Are you afraid of storms? 3. Favourite late night snack? 4. What was your favourite book as a child? 5. Which FB/ HP-verse creature would you most like to keep as a pet? 6. How do you arrange your files for writing/art/other not for it to become jumbled mess of files? 7. Tea or coffee? 8. Which season makes you most comfortable? 9. What kind of student were/are you? 10. What are you most likely to do on a day off? 11. Introduce me to your favourite character without telling me who it is!

I tag @upwiththekai @thegaypumpingthroughyourveins @headsindreams @thelastpinkbunny @funkzpiel (in return!) @gravesfrommacusa and anyone else who feels up to it, because I’m too tired to figure out who might be interested, I’m sorry :’)

#Juliet talks #text post #tumblr tag #dang I hope my answers make sense I've been writing them off and on #so if anything unfinished I'm sorry #it's 2AM and I ave studies tomorrow

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messedupessy · 6 years ago

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11, 12, and 13 for the OC asks. (12 is a weird one to answer, since that could just mean “favorite character ever”, but may I suggest narrowing it to “Favorite interpretation of an AU character (other than yours)” or maybe “Favorite AU character you don’t really use”.) ^_^

Sup Kit! UwU ❤

11. Is there any OC of yours you could describe as a “sunshine”?

He is the only one I could think of that could fit, but at the same time it doesn’t really work as when I think of so called “sunshine” characters it’s usually those a bit flat characters whose whole thing is just to be overly happy all the time and then there is no depth, but Pass he is often always happy as that is just how he is, he is living his life to the fullest and is having a blast even though he has been and will go through some shit, but his happiness is srs genuine as he is one honest boy unlike Berry, so yeah guess Pass is the one that comes closets to be a sunshine for me xD

12. Name an OC that isn’t yours but who you like a lot

Oh god Kit there are so many tho like seriously so many people I know or just follow whose oc’s or as you said “fave interpretation” of a character as there are a whole lot of them and it’s pretty much impossible to choose just one xD and yeah it’s a slightly weird question and I thank you for the suggestion aye

But fave oc mhhh… as I said it’s pretty much impossible to just choose one so I am going to choose several! also sorry for tagging so many of you but I need to tell you guys a bit about how much I love your oc’s ok

@me-and-my-gaster got some really good boys like seriously good boys and I adore her Edge and also her swapfell boy Diz he is a delight and such a disaster boi, and of course her latest boy Caliper who I helped making who is such a good boi man

@tyranttortoise like all of her boys??? like srs they all so good man especially her Stretch I love him ❤

@nighttimepixels Night’s genderbent skele girls are so good especially her swap pap one Amber I adore her so much

and speaking of genderbent girls @torrikor ‘s genderbent skele human girls i love them but yet again I adore their swap pap one Ri Ri she is so cute and I will be her Gimli to her Legolas anytime

I also seriously adore your own boys Kit, especially Twist I just srs love that boy and I barely know why he is just so good?? Especially his Atypical version he good! And also Lotus he is beautiful and just yes

@insanelyadd goaty your boys are a delight af especially your eggplant boy and your villain pap boi they are so good and also your swap pap yes

@maxladcomics MAX your oc’s so good too I love you uf pap and like all of them they so good and Papirate he so good yo yes

@captain-shitpost cap your clingy boy your clingy swap pap boi i luve him

And I will stop there because I went overboard and there are just so darn many that I just love so much man erjnkgejk it’s impossible to choose gkjeje xD

13. Do you have any troublemaker OCs?

THESE 3, are the biggest troublemakers I got xD when it comes to bad trouble that is, as Rus constantly picks fights and tries to get ppl to fight him or fuck him so he can feel something, he loves to piss ppl off like cray cray.

Red also loves to mess with ppl but more like he loves to scare them as he is srs infamous in my Underfell and very feared which he finds funny, and he picks fights with ppl he think has disrespected his baby bro, especially if they refuse to join in gushing about him when Red shows his photos etc.

And Cash he causes trouble all the time like the little gremlin he is with his business deals and that he is a bit of a sadist

Though my swap bros and seaswap bros are also a bit of troublemakers as well, but those are mostly just pranks and crazy hijinks and not actually causing trouble for the trouble’s sake pfft

Oc ask thingie here

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beaniegender · 8 years ago

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Fandom Fic Rec Days - My Personal Favorites Fic Rec List!

In honor of #ficrecdays (happening Feb. 10th, 11th, and 12th), and my stupidly long ao3 bookmarks page which is a pain to go through, I want to make this list of the best of the the best of my favorite fics - the ones that make me gasp or laugh or cry and just generally ache at their beauty each time I read them. I hope you’ll read and enjoy them too! I encourage you to try something even outside a fandom you know well because all of these works are great fiction in their own right.

This list includes a total of 24 fics or series from nine fandoms: James Bond (3 works), The Martian (1 work), Marvel which is mostly Captain America (5 works/series), Soccer RPF which is all FC Barcelona RPF (4 works/series), Star Trek (2 works), Star Wars (1 work), Supernatural (2 works/series), True Blood (1 work), and The West Wing (5 works).

Some of these fics are already wildly popular, but in order to promote less popular fic a bit more, within a fandom works are sorted from least to most ao3 kudos. Read on and discover my absolute favorite fanfics!

James Bond

Search and Seizure by @kryptaria00q and @stephrc79 (16670 words, James Bond/Q/Alec Trevelyan) - After two assassination attempts on MI6 executives, the British Secret Service now requires self-defence training for all high level employees. Bond and Alec have taken it upon themselves to help keep their lover safe, no matter how much Q might hate them for it. Too bad they never seem to be able to stay on track. (a.k.a. frisking porn with plot)

basically trust porn along with being real porn. everyone’s POV gets shown off and it’s just so much fun watching these boys interact when they so obviously care for each other!

Treasons, Traitors, and Treachery by kryptaria and @zooeyscigar (63245 words, James Bond/Q) - All James Bond wanted was a quiet holiday on his luxury motoryacht on the Costa del Sol. Time to recuperate and think about his future with MI6. But his plans get hijacked when a traitor to the crown returns, bringing news of an even greater threat to MI6. And the traitor isn’t working alone. Thankfully, neither is James.

every single character in here is written flawlessly, and the OC is one of the BEST OCs to ever OC. There’s sass and hilarity, believably written government intrigue, and a very realistic level of depth in all the characters.

so you were never a saint. by @paperclipbitch (12319 words, gen) - “I think Bond’s trying to be your friend,” Eve tells him. “…well,” Q says slowly, “this is a new and disturbing development.”

the asexual!Q epic that defined a lot of my Q headcanons. also a lot of my MONEYPENNY IS AMAZING headcanons! it’s sort of an ensemble fic and sort of a character study and it just makes me like MI6 so much.

The Martian

You Know You Have a Permanent Piece of My Medium-Sized American Heart by tricatular [on tumblr but I’m not able to tag them, sorry!] (9151 words, gen) - “Hey Hermes!” The ambient suspicion level in the Rec ratcheted up significantly. Kapoor was disturbingly cheerful. “We’ve sent you some mission updates in the data dump, but Mitch and I wanted to personally let you know—” Mitch visibly rolled his eyes in the background. “—That thanks to some…strong suggestions from the White House, and on Annie and Director Sanders’ recommendation, we’ve started releasing Watney’s Mars logs to the public.”

deftly mixes standard narration, transcripts of recordings, and social media posts to show what Mark’s journal back to Earth would have been like both for him and for everyone who cared about his story (ie. the whole planet).

Marvel / Captain America

Walking Far From Home by TaleWorthTelling (6222 words, various Sam-centric pairings) - Sam’s relationship with birds starts early and inexplicably.

basically, Sam Wilson’s whole life. as the author’s note says, “Sam is the only person with his shit together, but he got there the hard way.” and then we’re treated to 6000 words of what that path was like, including stellar input from Sam’s OC family and the familiar MCU favorites. and Sam can talk to birds!

The Murder Ballads by BetteNoire (160839 words, 3 works, Steve/Bucky) - Something wicked is coming for Steve Rogers. Luckily for him, something even more wicked stands in its way: the unrepentant, unbroken Bucky Barnes. A murder-mystery/action thriller with violence, magic, and several big MCU guest stars.

like most CA fans I’ve read a stupid amount of post-winter soldier fic, so the first praise for this series is that it has a completely original take on that subject. and that take - the plot complexity, the multi-layered characterizations, the sequel - made me fall in love with Bucky all over again and permanently changed the way I think of him.

your blue-eyed boys by Feather (123233 words, 4 works, Steve/Bucky with sides of Pepper/Tony, Bruce/Betty, and Clint/Natasha) - Steve has no plan. Not because he hadn’t tried to make one. He’d tried to make lots of plans. Plan, adapt, plan again, tried to think of every contingency. And then he’d thrown them away, because there wasn’t much point. What could you plan for? He couldn’t guess the possible contingencies, the situations, the potentials. And he sure as sure hadn’t figured on what’s happened now, on coming back to his place and finding Bucky here. He hadn’t even hoped for that. He hadn’t realized he could. [post-Winter Soldier recovery fic]

if you’d like a slightly more typically-plotted approach to your post-WS fic than “The Murder Ballads” you absolutely can’t go wrong with “your blue-eyed boys”. it’s the most realistic version of Bucky’s recovery that I can imagine - heartbreaking and sickening and real. and the love between Steve and him and the team as a whole is obvious. DON’T MISS the associated verse, which is 450000 words (and growing) of shortfic in the same timeline, and which incidentally has the best OCs in the entire fandom.

Hollow Your Bones Like a Bird’s by @scifigrl47 (95514 words, Clint/Phil) - In the wake of the Chitauri invasion, Clint Barton wakes up in a world that he very nearly had a hand in destroying. And confronting a loss he might not be able to cope with. The Avengers always needed something to avenge, but once the crisis is past, what keeps them together?

I have yet to see a better representation of grief in fanfic, and that’s only maybe half of Clint’s problems in this fic. maybe you’ve noticed I like realism when fic deals with hard topics, and this shies away from nothing - and Clint will treat you to excellent analyses of his friends, as well as many bird facts, along the way!

Ain’t No Grave (Can Keep My Body Down) by spitandvinegar [on tumblr but I’m not able to tag them, sorry!] (107076 words, Steve/Bucky) - It’s six in the morning, and Steve is heading out on a run when he nearly trips over a bouquet of sunflowers on the front steps of his brownstone. For a second paranoia takes over, and he kicks the flowers a little, waiting for them to explode. They don’t. They also came with a card, which he picks up. The front of the card has a tasteful picture of the Brooklyn bridge at sunset. It’s very nice and sedate, like the kind of card you would buy to give to your boss. On the inside someone has written a short message in big, shaky block letters. I AM SORRY FOR SHOOTING YOU. Steve sits down hard on the steps.

ok yet more wonderfully detailed post-ws Bucky trying to recover fic, except in this one Bucky is homeless and a drug addict and ADOPTS THE BEST OCS with the BEST POVS EVER, oh my GOD. also Steve is smart and kind, Sam is long-suffering (and smart and kind), and the whole thing is hilarious.

Soccer / FC Barcelona RPF

only the children (know what they’re looking for) by therestisdetail (7253 words, gen) - I drew a picture of him, later, but I shall not show it to you for it is a sad demonstration of what will happen if you stop drawing when you are six, and certainly much less charming than its model. He wore a shirt that was too large and had soft dark eyes hiding beneath dark, indecisive hair; it did not seem to know if it was short or long, or what shape it wanted to be. He was very pale, very slight, had no shoes, and held a battered football beneath one arm with an air of pride. (Le Petit Prince redone feat. FC Barcelona)

a young Andrés Iniesta meets an even younger Leo Messi, and they quite simply tear my heart in two. no knowledge of The Little Prince required, but the fic is just as understatedly beautiful as the original.

Like a Hand Grenade by @meretricula (20430 words, 2 works, Cesc/Messi) - Cesc Fabregas is born a girl. She still loves football.

full disclosure, I do not care about Cesc Fabregas. I didn’t care about Cesc Fabregas even before his career got, frankly, weird and dispiriting. but BY GOD these works make me care about genderbent!Cesc and everything she could have been. the sequel is particularly nice for some cameos from other well-loved players!

Go Gentle by @ferritin4 (20977 words, eventually Xaviesta) - Things change, but only some things. In which Barça is indeed més que un club, no one stays on top forever, and it all comes back to Andrés in the end.

hands down my favorite football rpf. uses the A/B/O trope and the idea of pack dynamics to tell the story of the last decade of Barcelona football, which makes a hell of a lot of sense, and although Andrés is quietly the star, the different POVs let a lot of people shine.

It’s Going to Take a Lot to Drag Me Away from You by meretricula (31296 words, 10 works, Xaviesta, Fabregas/Messi/Pique, and Messilla) - Everybody knows Barcelona’s midfielders are psychic anyway. (Soulbonding AU)

try to tell me that a soulbonding AU isn’t the most logical thing in the world for Xavi and Iniesta, just try to tell me that! there’s also a good look at how the politics of this system could get messy quick, which, let’s be real, just makes sense for barça-centric fic.

Star Trek

How Many Roads? or, 27 Times Jim Kirk hit on Nyota Uhura by Deastar (8806 words, Uhura/Spock) - After the bar fight, Nyota thinks to herself that if this is what being hit on by Jim Kirk leads to, she’s very glad she’s never going to have to see him again.

Uhura and Kirk’s relationship goes from the dumpster fire it was in Iowa to the professional respect we get throughout the movies, but we never really see how it happens. this fic shows all of that and much more, and oh my god, I just like these characters so much.

Counteractive Measures by rikke_leonhart (9159 words, loosely Kirk/Spock) - The thing is – giving Jim Kirk a dare will never ever work. “Enlist,” she repeats to herself as Pike’s back disappears out the door. She snorts. It’s one of those things that just keep getting funnier.

Jim Kirk’s whole life - if Jim Kirk were a girl, and slightly less cliche about her motivations and psychology. and if Spock and especially McCoy were just as awesome as ever, because of course they are!

Star Wars

The Last Poem of Jedha by @schweinsty (15486 words, gen) - How Bodhi Rook temporarily misplaced the two most important things in the galaxy, and how he found them again (with a little help).

literally every fic on this list is amazing, I promise, but this one is my favorite out of them all. if you’ve ever cared about star wars for five seconds, please read this. the world-building, the characterizations, the plot structure, the family and team relationships: all stellar!

Supernatural

In His Image by @whitmerule (153067 words, Gabriel/Sam and Castiel/Dean) - Kali can breathe life back into a corpse, but what exactly is Gabriel now? Gabriel flits around various centuries trying to work that out, Dean has another powered-down angel and a little brother to look out for, Castiel has forgotten how to trust, and someone keeps sending Sam annoying little notes on his laptop. Oh, and Bobby would like to remind you all that there’s an Apocalypse still going on. Covers season 5 from Gabriel’s death to the finale.

half season 5 AU, half historical fiction, it feels like one story thread should distract from the other but instead it all works together to make the definitive Gabriel-centric story!

Sammyverse by shangrilada (249230 words, 42 works, gen) - It’s an AU, but not a deep one, until season 4 or thereabouts, where it starts to get kind of weird. Basically, Sam has really hideous asthma, and the boys are both pretty excellent at dealing with it and each other. They’re [not] all from Dean’s POV, and even though I’m branching now into later stuff, I’m going to keep doing pre-Stanford–Season 2 for a long time because that makes me happy. Honestly it’s a lot of H/C porn of the boys just being friendly and affectionate towards each other, because that’s how I like them. It is, to put it simply, gen. To put it more honestly, it’s as fucked up as I see it in canon and not a bit more or less. You can read into it as much or as little as you like.

it’s just like the show, except Sam is chronically ill and also the boys like each other. based on the show you might think the boys already like each other, but my friends, this ‘verse will show you just how much was missing. Dean’s internal monologues are things of beauty, and I love how much Jess is featured in the Stanford-era fics. (note: this master list includes most but not all of the fic in the verse, so if you’d like the rest be sure to check the author’s page or ask me for links!)

True Blood

We Who Are Alive And Remain by @branwyn-says (10448 words, Sookie/Eric) - Terrified by changes she witnesses in herself, Sookie hides from the world and everyone in it. When Eric finds out her secret, she will either find that he is worthy of her trust-or she’ll be dead.

the non-linear timeline makes this fic shine, and from the very beginning the plot is intriguing. before the plot is resolved we get to see a lot about who Sookie is who Eric is to her, and the dynamics between Sookie and nearly everyone in her life.

The West Wing

We Don’t Notice Time Pass by pene (1304 words, gen) - “I’d no idea you’d even met her.” It’s friendship and it’s women.

focusing on female friendship within The West Wing is annoyingly difficult, but this story focuses on what relationships among women can be. Mrs. Landingham acts as a bit of a mentor to Ainsley, and Ainsley’s relationship with her childhood best friend is achingly and heartwarmingly true to life.

Define Your Terms by candle_beck (4443 words, Josh/Sam) - It’s very complicated inside Josh’s head.

Josh is manic and about five conversations ahead of Sam. it works out because these two idiots care about each other very, very strongly. I love Josh’s mental voice in this one!

Vidui by Marguerite (7358 words, gen) - In the fall of 2001, Toby went to shul. In past years he had carried sins enough to confess, sins both petty and great, transgressions against God’s ordinances and those of men.

a beautiful meditation on Toby’s relationship with the people he works with/calls his family, through an explicitly Jewish lense. Toby is the person, and the Jew, that I wish I could be <3</p>

The Thinner the Skin by Jane St Clair (2149 words, Josh/Sam) - Of couches and expensive suits, with some mention of madness.

if you’re going to write a Josh/Sam post-Noel fic, this is unquestionably the way to do it! nothing is shied away from but there’s all the best kind of comfort that h/c can offer, and nice backstory details that make the characters seem realer.

highways and byways and roads in between by @greatestheights (10456 words, Josh/Donna) - “Maps are for losers. Maps are for people with no sense of adventure, like you, and…I don’t know. Toby, probably.” Josh, Donna, the open road, five states, and some of the things they said while they were driving.

Josh and Donna and, just, everything that they are (that is, a well-meaning idiot and better than you, respectively), with a healthy dose of Donna/career. everyone is characterized spotlessly, the dialogue is episode-caliber, and there’s fun local geography/culture!

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