#it's categories for AUs

[canis-constellate]

we're really glad for how we work and that we can have the communication we do, because like. lately, we haven't actually been communicating with each other like we used to--honestly, since we all but abandoned the front room, we've ended up isolating more and more into groups and relationships with each other that we already had. it's felt very lonely and empty, even though it should be anything but.

but because we can communicate, because we can make it happen...

[ID in alt text]

[Extra note: Purple is Oakley; it uses the body's real first name as its own name]

we're making plans right now to bring the front room back into action since we realized that that facilitated a lot of internal communication (everyone who wanted to front was stuck in a room together, and hey, some folks who didn't want to front hung out because their friends were there too). while the crystals we currently use for fronting will still be in use, especially for folks like Wolf (fronts the most) and Carmen (needs to be able to access the body quickly in case we're panicking or otherwise upset to help calm us down, not always time to get to the front room), but other than that...

and this is really nice, too! because by all means, Carmen and Oakley should have met ages ago! but because of how isolated everyone's been since the front room went out of use, and because Oakley/Wolf only formed after everyone had their crystals, they never really got much of an opportunity to do so (plus it uh. didn't help that they were in two totally different realms until just some months ago)

i dunno we're just. very glad this is a thing we can do, and that we're actually communicating and talking about how to fix the problem

(also yes the font is different from what it should be, we use a third party program so that we can have the opendyslexic font on discord. it's especially helpful for reading the fics we write on discord, and going back to read stuff from before we had the font is painful and you can 100% tell that we were Struggling)

[falafels]

pt.28!! <pt.27 pt.29>

~go back to sleep and dream of other men

tags for the homies ❤️ @andrewsleftarmband @blurryhour @you-know-i-get-itt @notexactlythatgirl @longspacerat @tessasilverswan @minyard-05 @carbon-dated-gal @bisexualchaosdemon @stormiiflies @watercoloureyes01 @vampire-overlord @iron-sides @azure-wing @buffalo-fox @ohgodnotagainplease @pink-hydrangea @jaywalkerss @ohmynoggin-blog @cosmic-marauder @min-getoutofmy-yard @plazybones @disastersappho @leestars13 @the-witch-forever-lives @minyardsss @post-historical-posts

[laterreurofficial]

this applies to the show as well as the au, if Emily wanted a perfect copy of herself why didn't she make a daughter? one bit i never understood

Because in patriarchal society all the women in the house are constantly put at odds with each other and a daughter would be competition. She would need a copy that is able to live up to her without ever being able to or wanting to surpass her, and.. well, 'momma's boy' is just a more popular phrase than 'momma's girl', isn't it?

If she had a perfect clone daughter who was everything Emilie was and also had the advantage of being more youthful, she might take Emilie's spotlight, and we can't have that.

(That's my take on it, at least.)

[woolfie-artz]

category 10 Ghost Stan who is murdered by Rico and folks who work for him just a little while after chewing his way out of the trunk of that car. body is hidden in the floorboards of an abandoned house and never found, so the only reason anyone has to believe that something happened to him is that he stopped his monthly calls to his mom, but even then she ends up assuming he decided to move on from his family. (

At some point Ford is notified of an extremely haunted house in some other state and decides to go down there (maybe with fiddleford) to see if he can study and hopefully exorcise the spirit.

It an incredibly unpleasant surprise when the mangled form of his twin brother, the face that used to be almost the same as his now ripped and rotting with lifeless, sunken in eyes that used to always have that glint of mischief in them, but now all they had was pure, raw anger.

idk where to go from here with this but man this idea has been refusing to leave my head

[zealfruity]

blorbos

[1dcommunityficrecs]

Musician AUs Rec List

There's something so beautiful about a story that is so similar to our reality, but just a little bit to the left. Don't get me wrong, I love a wild divergence as much as the next person -- a different century, a different continent, a different way of meeting, a different life path. But the idea that even on a different trajectory, things still steered them to some of the same goals and passions and skills -- and that they still fell in love?

Poetry.

As such, here are 11 stories in which someone is in the music industry, and all the beauty and chaos that it brings with it. Please read, reblog, kudos, comment, and enjoy!

Façade by written_with_no_end/@written-with-no-end (133009, Not Rated, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post Warnings: depression, alcohol, drugs, cancer

An AU where Louis is the lead singer of The Rogues, Harry is the lead singer of White Eskimo and both are sick of being in the closet so kiss one night to fuck with the media.

Reccer says: The angst! The fluff! The way the songs are incorporated! Everything about it really!

Room for your love underneath this tree by we_are_the_same/@so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed (11006, Teen, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post

Youtuber!Louis tries to make his sister's Christmas wish come true: meet Popstar!Harry

Reccer says: It's all fluff no angst, Louis who has a cooking channel (which goes about as well as you'd expect) and the power of social media

All Shook Up by littleroverlouis/@littleroverlouis (9106, Teen, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post

Memphis, Tennessee is looking to crown the Ultimate Elvis Tribute artist. Harry is already polishing his crown before even setting foot on stage, until he meets a fellow competitor.

Reccer says: This fic is a love letter to Louis' voice. I loved all the banter and tension and buildup.

We are timeless by Star_Henderson/@tommosgun (75388, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post

Harry nodded, tilting his head to listen to the sweet rasp of the singer’s voice. […]Was it him? Was it? His hair was longer, his face no longer soft and boyish, instead angular with heavyish scruff, but the eyes, that mouth, were still the same. A rush of adrenaline flooded his body, heat creeping up his spine. It had been over four and a half years since he’d last seen him. He slumped back into his chair. He’d never given up hope of finding Tommy. Never. Or Louis and Harry meet as teenagers and have a sweet encounter in Ibiza. Years later they meet up again...

Reccer says: What’s stories are always wonderful. In this one, there’s first love, heartbreak and pining, and of course happy ending

Light, Spark and Fire (Series) by green_feelings/ @greenfeelings (239451, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson and Zayn Malik/Liam Payne)

Alpha Music mogul Louis meets Omega Harry who earns his living by helping with ruts Life’s pretty ordinary for Harry. He lives with his best friend, got into university just like he’s planned, and manages to support himself just fine for an unbonded omega. If he sustains that lifestyle by getting paid to help alphas through their rut every now and then, that’s nothing to be hung up on. Until he’s hired by an alpha that turns everything upside down. Or, Louis and Zayn run a music label, Liam is Britain’s up-and-coming pop star, Harry’s working on taking Louis’ walls down until he builds his own up, and Niall holds them all together without realising he does.

Reccer says: Greenfeelings are must read, the world is always really well thought and there’s angst with happy ending

babydoll blues by devilinmybrain/@thedevilinmybrain (111512, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post Warnings: Light BDSM

Louis is a high profile, filthy rich label executive who has the world at his feet - a music god.. Harry is the sugar baby trying to make a name for himself singing in shady bars and hanging off the arm of Louis' biggest rival. What Louis wants, Louis gets. But what if the game gets too hot and hits a little too close to the heart?

Reccer says: It was so good, a lot of heart wrenching angst and very well written. I could have read so much more of it

From The First Note Played by LiveLaughLoveLarry/@loveislarryislove (26000, Teen, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

Harry is a rising YouTuber, and he nearly falls over when his friends Dan and Phil invite him to meet the YouTuber band Midnight Memories. As worried as he is about embarassing himself, he somehow charms Louis enough to work together, maybe even be friends -- maybe even be more?

Reccer says: An oldie but a goodie, this one just makes me laugh. So much excellent banter, and the best kind of hilarious awkwardness.

a tidal wave of question marks by petitommo/@petitommo (52250, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post

Right there, less than an arms length away, stands his Louis; tan and gorgeous with his hair sticking up in every direction and the faint stench of weed like a cloud around him. A pillow crease is running down his cheek, and Harry’s heart clenches with something he has no adequate name for. “What are you doing here?” Louis’ voice jolts Harry out of his frozen state, shocked alive by the reminder of why he is here. His nerves soars abruptly when he remembers he’s standing at Louis’ door with love in his heart and anger in his veins. He exhales roughly through his nose, inhaling so deep his lungs burn before he gets the words out in a faint whoosh. ��I listened to your album,” he starts. or, Louis and Harry run into each other at the GRAMMYs, and there's more than just awards taken home that night.

Reccer says: I love that this fic doesn’t shy away from their shitty relationship history—and Louis’ albums (and the Spotify playlists) are impeccable!

Just Coordinates by HachimansKitsune (288741, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

Harry loved his fans. He liked to interact with them every night, so he didn’t think teasing the fans trying to sneak out of one of his MSG shows early would change his life. But it did. The closer Harry and Louis grew, the more secrets they shared. They knew Alpha/beta relationships rarely worked out. But the more time that passed, the more drawn to each other they became. There was an intensity there that neither of them could deny. What happens when they take a chance on there being more than friendship between them, only to find that fate is a fickle bitch, with a wicked sense of humor… And she’s just decided that Harry and Louis are her new favorite playthings. OR Famous Harry meets Famous Louis and they fall in love, but it takes a bit for them to realize that they have.

Reccer says: This fic is a delicious slow burn into one of my favorite H&Ls from the past year!

Glass Closets and Greenhouses by TiredTiredTz/@tiredtiredtz (60933, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post

Charlton Athletic defender Louis Tomlinson and worldwide sex symbol Harry Styles are rumoured to be hooking up after a viral video filmed at Harry’s Wembley show was posted online by Tommo’s twin sisters. Sources close to the pair tell us the couple have been dating for a while, with rumours of house hunting, marriage and even kids on the cards! Styles, 29, is as well known for his whirlwind love life as his chart topping music. Most recently linked to British fashion designer Alex Millet-Sloan, Harry has stayed tight-lipped on rumours of any romantic rendezvous between himself and footballer Tomlinson, 31, yet fans online are convinced that all evidence points to #Tomlinstyles being the real deal.

Reccer says: The absolutely cutest meet-cute, perfect characterizations of H&L, steamy steamy sexy times, and a sus (insider) UA!

And Now I Date Cate’s Brother by Sunflouwerhabit/@sunflouwerhabit (46604, Not Rated, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post

A drunken writing session ends with a song detailing the fictitious summer romance between Louis and his former friend’s twin brother. It accidentally goes viral.

Reccer says: Louis is the pop-punk king of my dreams, Jude is the best (and coolest) OC ever written, and this fic is the sweetest thing to ever come from a (fake) love song

[mxr1na]

🪐༘⋆🫧`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹Satoru Gojo Imagines🪐༘⋆🫧`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹

A/N: Btw I have a smau series on my page, Chapter 1 is out now so if you want to be apart of the taglist, lmk :D

Satoru Gojo, who was flabbergasted by your impassive expression towards him at a mixer, despite being the centre of attention

Satoru Gojo, who found you again through social media.

Satoru Gojo, who fell out of bed when he gets your reply, giggling like a schoolgirl as you both make conversation.

Satoru Gojo, who asks you out after testing the waters.

Satoru Gojo, who is infatuated by your personality and asks for another date, which turns into another, and another.

Satoru Gojo, who invites you to watch him train his students and turns into a tomato when said students inform you about how he talks about you all the time.

Satoru Gojo, who acts like a child around you for your attention

Satoru Gojo, who develops deep feelings for you, but too prideful to spit them out.

Satoru Gojo, who takes Suguru’s advice and invites you to his house for dinner

Satoru Gojo, despite being a lightweight, drinks some wine at dinner to impress you.

Satoru Gojo, who ends up drunkenly sobbing into your shoulder about his problems, opening wounds he wouldn’t dare let anyone else tend.

Satoru Gojo, who feels your warmth comforting as you tell him that everything feels okay.

Satoru Gojo, who unknowingly confesses his love for you and falls asleep in your embrace.

You, who kisses him on the forehead and whisper that you feel the same <3

Mxr1na 2024. Do NOT copy, rewrite or claim work as your own. If you see my work elsewhere, please send an ask :3

[shalomniscient]

yes i know feixiao is a fox but thematically. thematically she would make an excellent borzoi like imagine being a wolf and you come across this snowy white creature and she looks a little like you and a little not, and she sounds a little like you and a little not, and you know she is something but you don’t know what until her teeth are around your neck and in the end you realise she is the predator and for once you are the prey. or something. does anyone see the vision

[woolfie-artz]

more of my other category 10 Stan post

https://www.tumblr.com/woolfie-artz/779572654588968961/i-wanna-add-this-too-stan-as-a-ghost-does

The reason Ford goes to cabin (i’ve decided its a couple miles out of the town of Boring, Oregon. because i can.) is because his last attempt at studying a category 10 ghost didn’t let him properly study them, so hes hoping this ghost might be more cooperative

So, im thinking when Ford gets to the cabin, there’s been so much rain that there’s a insanely deep puddle that may as well be a pond with its depth around the house, but not a single bit of it touches the house, instead effectively acting as a sort of moat. This doesn’t deter Ford in the slightest, instead intriguing him more.

Once passing the moat, the first thing he notices is old, dried blood on the porch, accompanied by a tooth right next to it. Ford had assumed the ghost haunting this place had been here for a long time, but hes not so sure anymore. he continues on, however now more cautious.

The cabin is dark, damp, and looks like it’s ready to collapse at any second, quite honestly. the first room he goes into is the dining room. it’s clear there was a struggle here, from how the things in the room look haphazardly thrown around, and the old, dried blood left in a large patch left on the table on a spot where one could assume someone was pushed against during the fight. the only thing which seems undisturbed is a white, poster sized towel pinned to the wall. the sole sign it was even there during the struggle was a single bloody hand print on the left side of it, yet it was still hung nicely on the wall.

“We can use this as the flag of the Stan o’ War, Sixer! and everyone’ll know it’s us cause it’s got out names on it too!”

Ford walks towards it, muttering“this looks familiar” under his breath, but then a rattling is felt from the floorboards and anything touching the ground, such as shelves, falls over, slamming so hard against the floor they crash through the floor and cause the window in the room to shatter. barely avoiding being flattened by these things, he makes the wise decision to run the hell out of that room.

throwing the door closed behind him as he gets into the hall way, the time he takes to catch his breath and regain his bearings, he notices the pointing and pictures on the walls and such. the faces are all torn out, and most of them have bloodstains on them. the only ones still in pristine condition are the few which depict ships at sea. it all brings a deep, twisting put in his stomach, his throat already feeling tight as he fought back a subconscious need to cry.

he forces himself to continue on, going into the living room.

there’s possums nesting in the ripped up furniture, and for a second Ford catches himself thinking I bet Stan would’ve loved to see this.

there’s no blood here, or any sort of gore. the closest there is to that is a taxidermy possum sitting on the mantle, and Ford almost lets out a chuckle at the irony of the fact that a family of possums have chosen to live in the room which displayed the preserved corpse of another of their species.

now, as mentioned before, there was no visible blood or gore in this room, but there kitchen block, the one where cooking knives are held, lays haphazardly sideways right next to the couch, knives having spread in front of it which tells the story of it being thrown down on that spot.

Ford take it upon himself to clean it up, because it posed the risk of one of those possums stepping on the knifes and hurting itself. Shanklin came to mind at the scene. To this day, as childish as it was, Ford still believed that animal’s abilities to stab mysteries was impeccable. to try and make sure the possums don’t see him as a threat as he approaches, he says to them “please don’t mind me, I’m just going to clean this up.” though he knows it will make no real difference in how the animals react. not a second later, something jumps him and starts scratching the hell out of Ford’s neck. he ripped it off, throwing it hard against the wall on instinct. the attacker was dazed, and this gave Ford the chance to observe it better. it was poorly stitched, the face all wonky and janked up. it was the taxidermied possum.

the other possums immediately saw him as a threat tabs followed suit in attacking, Ford soon mobbed by them. not without injury, he manages to get them off of him and get out of that room, though the door was loudly being scratched on by the animals.

Ford knows he should leave. he should’ve never gone in. the tooth on the porch shouldve been was got him to leave, but he felt like he had to stay, to figure out just who the spirit is. he feels a pull further into the house. and that pull he follows.

it leads him to the bathroom. the mirror was shattered, and if he thought the blood in the dining room was bad, this place was a new level of horrible. more of it was covered in blood than not. this especially concerned the tub, it practically drenched in crimson and despite refusing to look any closer at the gruesome scene, he could’ve sworn he saw chunks of flesh and hair in there. Hair that looked identical in color to his own.

Ford decided he had enough of this room very quickly, and as he walked as fast as he could out of the room, he stepped on a creaky floorboard. the door slammed shut and locked, and the shower, tub and sink faucets all started rattling. Ford slammed himself at the door, trying to break it down before he had a chance to find out what that rattling was leading to.

He was not afforded that chance as they all started spewing blood, which started to flood the room. the door wasn’t budging. all his attempts to break the door down only scrapped him up and added his own trickle of blood to the pool beginning to well up around his feet. he scrambled to grab the lock picking set he only kept for ghost hunting, and as he tried to pick the lock with his shaking hands, all else he could do was hate his younger self for thinking he’d never need his mothers lock picking lessons.

it was up to his mid thigh by the time he finally was successful, and he sprinted further into the house just on instinct of getting away from that room. near the end of the hallway, the floorboards broke beneath him, and when he looked down, instead of just seeing wounds from the sharp edges of the wood scraping into his leg, he saw something much more gruesome.

His foot was wedged in the ribs of a corpse. a corpse with a mangled face which must’ve looked just like his own before whatever happened to it came to pass. the Jaw looked like it was barely hanging on, one half of it completely de attached from the rest of the head. it looks like most of the organs had been removed, the only ones left were things like the intestines and golbladder.

Ford knew why he felt that pull. why there were knives near the possums, why the towel with a handprint looked so damn familiar. it was Stanley. Stanley was murdered and Ford didn’t know till now. how long had it been since it happened?! weeks? months? years?! the realization hit him harder than a truck. he threw up.

eventually Ford pulled himself together enough to pull Stan’s body out from under the floorboards. he wasnt gonna let his brother go without a proper burial, if he’d even be able to let him go at all. the entire house started to shake, every drawer slamming open and shut, open and shut, open and shut. Ford knew he had to get going if he wanted a chance at survival now that he’s disturbed his brothers corpse. his brother’s corpse. he felt even sicker every time he thought those words.

he carried himself and his brother to the front door, but it wouldn’t budge. he remembers the window in the dining room, and sprints to there.

he has to catch his breath in there, all the most dangerous objects already fallen. he rests his hand against the wall, looking down with intention to look at the ground, but instead he sees the corpse in his arm. he looks up and sees that he’s rested his hand on the towel from before, blood staining to make his own hand print on it. it looked so much like that banner from their childhood room. he can’t stand it here anymore. he climbs out the window while being as careful as he can with his poor brother.

by the time he steps onto the last step of the porch, animals with the same blank eyed stare gathered around the outside edge of the most as leaves started to cyclone around one place.

there was a half eaten dear, a wolf with a hunter’s bullet right between its eyes, a bear which looked incredibly ill and emaciated, alongside many other animals in similar conditions.

the form of the spirit madre itself visible, and it looks the same as the corpse.

“PVZEV OV ZPMNV ZPIVZWB!”

His voice screamed with his eyes shut tight, the vocal fry sounded just as painful to hear as talking must be with the extent of the injuries

Ford barely managed to muster up a quiet

“Stan?”

the ghosts eyes flew open, and a face of recognition lead to all the animals collapsing back to inanimate corpses, the expression quickly turning to relief, then confusion, then anger, and finally to sadness

“Sixer?”

[nhoirr]

MAN. I HEADCANNON PM! DAZAI DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO LOVE. like, he knows love. The structure of what it is, a simple stature but thats only the view from the outside. when he finds himself trapped inside the complex labyrinth love was — he was at lost for where to go. no routes in his mind could pave a path, there was no logic working in this maze. as if it were different from everything he'd ever known.

I headcannon Dazai does not know love, but merely the theory it is. He knows how to seduce yet he does not know what it is. he just knows it's something that helps him to manipulate, to take control of the situation.. but within those strings, he finds himself no longer the puppeteer — but he, was the puppet he was playing all along. he never knew the dangers of what love could do, until his heart became what was being played as a price to be payed. it started off as a thrill, then an annoyance, and then a constant looming — the feeling of his heart tightening in his chest. truthfully, he never knew anything.

And that made him fear it.

but you knew everything, how to love. and what's beautiful, is the fact that he melts within your embrace. he learns what is right, he learns love — what it means to love and be loved. he finds out with you that in all dark corners, love is still beautiful. That within this dark maze, you were the one who pulled him out and into the light, you who spoke of love so beautifully. there came an enlightenment to him, that you were the one — the one he's been waiting for all his life, his answer.

but PM! Dazai Osamu was but a man — fearing the unknown, for the feeling of lost once you slip away from his fingers. Dazai Osamu fears the day you would ever be snatched away from him, if he'd ever awake with you beside him in the morning, and the next, and he regrets; he regrets knowing love, how beautiful it is. because you've shown him why life is worth living, and if that — you, were to ever be taken away..

I woke up with an insane dazai brain riot help

anyways I'll come back to this I swear hold on—

© nhoirr — don't copy, plagiarize or translate!

[utdr-stimming]

THE FINAL BOSS OF STIM BOARDS 2024!!!

Happy New Year's Eve for those who celebrate the passage of time!

This stim board is the amalgamation (... Haha) of my top UTDR stim boards from this year! All of the gifs present in this board are sourced in the links to the original boards below the cut!

Papyrus fucking up his cooking

Starlo

Horror!Sans

Halloween Kris

Alphys and Mettaton

Noelle's snow angel

Salphys

Halloween Lancer

Also... Why does the Papyrus fucking up his cooking stim board have over 8,000 notes? You guys are crazy. Why.

[bear-boi-5]

"You have all this power! Why don't you just fix her!?"

Y'all know I had to redraw that scene

[wisteriagoesvroom]

u got me into car car so thanks for that… anyway do u have any headcanons uve been meaning to share?

hehehe… i’ve idly been thinking about carlos as a road cyclist and oscar as a bmx competitor (because i was watching the bmx earlier, tricks were insane tbh). and…

maybe they have a dispute at the cafeteria because oscar is in a really bad mood, and carlos joins his friend charles (triathlete) in the queue. that’s not the problem. the problem is that carlos and charles spend way too long chitchatting about the chocolate muffins and oscar is like: excuse me mate i just want my eggs. and it’s a bit of a misunderstanding, and carlos thinks it’s kinda disrespectful for oscar to interrupt his reunion with his training buddy who he hasn’t seen in a while.

so then carlos and oscar have a passive aggressive fight via instagram, and their fandoms love it and start calling them “carcar” and they’re both like. what.

anyway they both podium in their respective sports, not gold, but pretty damn close. and then get a bit wasted at the closing ceremony, eyes all bright at the olympic torch and stuff, stadium alight all around them. and then they somehow end up at the same party and then rent those rentable city bikes and race each other down the champs elysée, and then they’re full of adrenaline and feeling kinda silly and breathing really hard. and they’re in front of an alleyway that smells like piss and stale beer but somewhere a clock has just struck midnight, the both of them are just a little frazzled and the energy is changing, and then they both lean in, and — [redacted]

[solanumflare]

putting shin soukoku into a slay the princess setting for what might be my best au idea ever (I promise I will actually (try to) write this one).

in a dead-end alleyway in an empty city, a knight is meant to slay a beast, chained to a wall, said to encompass every possible reality at once. he is too dangerous to be left alive.

in one world, the knight succeeds in an instant, and is faced with a ghost. in one world, the knight and the beast fight for eternity, full of love and bloodlust. in one world, the knight offers to free the beast and then betrays him, and the cycle continues. in one world, among ashes and broken hearts, the knight and the beast can love. in one world, they are entangled, tied to each other for eternity, like the two halves of the same whole they always have been.

[felixnorstubblewealthington]

^_^ art dump with random things !!

And felozzy cuz the brainrot is strong

Tumblr stop fucking up my posts thank you

[florsial]

Evan is a disowned heir of a rich family who ends up as the Victorian doctor who performs illegal surgeries and wanders the streets at night kidnapping prostitutes or just anyone unfortunate enough to be sleeping in an alleyway, and harvesting their organs for the Black Market to support himself and his twin sister Pandora who was also disowned, as she tries to get her education complete enough to secure a full-time teaching job as a professor at a well-known university. They bear the posh accents and elegant mannerisms of their wealthy birth. The twins live in a run-down, cheap, and dirty flat in a building owned and forgotten by the aristocratic Crouch Family where their only son, a sleazy and lecherous professor named Barty, often runs off too to avoid his father.

Barty somehow becomes friends with Pandora and endears himself to Evan, who he pays absurd amounts of money as a resurrectionist for his lectures at the university. Over time it becomes less for his lectures and more of an excuse to talk to Evan more often. One day, Barty decides to follow Evan and finds him dissecting people in dank alleyways and just watches in amazement before running off back to his house and spending the entire night drinking absurdly expensive alcohol and just thinking about Evan and his blood-streaked blonde hair and steady hands and mindless humming. The next day, Barty cannot keep his cool and has to leave earlier than usual or else he might jump Evan and impulsively sends the guy a bunch of photos containing cadavers and organs as a pathetic attempt at flirting. He was actually supposed to use those photos for his upcoming lecture and had to ask another professor at the university if he could borrow theirs.

Meanwhile, Regulus is the fiance of a wealthy aristocratic heir who ran away after getting caught in a scandal where he publicly berated and attempted to physically attack his to-be-husband and his mistress, who was the wife of another aristocrat. Due to his pride, he chose to run away on his own terms instead of being disowned. He quickly comes to the conclusion that he doesn't understand how to navigate life without his family's support so he turns to prostitution and caters to broke lower-class men and women who want to delude themselves with the illusion of a comfortable and wealthy lifestyle with Regulus' elegant and upper-class mannerisms and speech. He finds the job isn't all too different from when he was pandering to the society around him back with his parents. At his job, he meets Evan, who nearly tries to kill Regulus without looking properly, and he immediately recognizes him from dinner parties, balls, and shared private tutors so there is just this moment when Evan has Regulus pinned to the ground with a pair of scissors at Reg's throat and his eyes just brighten like "Hey! I know you!" and Regulus is like "😨" and hyperventilating. Regulus eventually moves in with the Twins, much to their delight.

On the terms of Jegulus, because I can't help myself, the news of Regulus' runaway reaches Sirius who was aboard studying and he flees home back to London immediately and spends a week running back and forth from his parents to the Potters' and their son, James, a politician. Mainly just him screaming at his parents for their poor parenting and running to the Potters' to cry about where Regulus could've possibly went or if he's alive. This repeats for about a week and is how James becomes familiar with Regulus, through Sirius' pov, and the situation that has occurred. Everything kinda just marinates in his head for some time until he's out at night and thoroughly frustrated with his occupation and its details, runs into Regulus, who, not knowing it's James, offers his services with a teasing voice and alluring eyes. When he does recognize James, he immediately makes a run for it, leading to a 12 am cat and mouse chase between a sophisticated politician and riches to rags prostitute. Eventually, James corners Regulus, but finds that he literally has no idea what to do so they just stand in an alleyway dead end in silence for a long time until:

"I won't talk if you don't talk."

"Deal."

James tries to take Regulus up on his earlier offer but both of them feel a little too weirded out after a small make-out session so James just sends him a stack of money and runs off. Should've been a done deal, right? Nope, James finds himself walking that same street a couple days later and sees Regulus again, it spirals into a long range of nightly hangouts where they would just sit on a bench and talk, without anything physical, and James would drop money in Regulus' hands and run off, repeat. The arrangement works for them nicely and is how they fall in love. Which is disastrous actually because then James avoids Regulus like a plague for a couple of days and during those couple of days, Regulus focuses his attention on clients who like James in some way. When they meet up again, it awkward asf but they kiss once and walk away with “Are we together???” In their heads.