#jmart cafe au

[lancingmangos]

:3 Cafe AU Jmart? Sorry, I read the tags, so this caught my attention. Thanks for the share 😊

Glad you caught the tags, love hiding things there. Yeah, @itti-bitti-yibbi and I are currently working on making a JMart Café AU. Don't have a solid name for it so we've just been calling it the Coffeeshop AU. Haven't had much time to work on it yet, so the draft only has 1,600 words. Going to put as much of my free time into though so hopefully we'll be able to get at least *something* out soon.

[statementofjoespookie]

tma but the magnus institute is a cat cafe

info below cut

these are the hastily written notes from 1 am

my real life job is at a cat cafe and i LOVE cat cafe AUs but theres a lot more to it than cats and coffee, so I'd like 2 do it justice

shout out @fl0w3r-p0wer for being my wife and aiding in this

[rookfeatherrambles]

The Archives were silent as the grave, foreboding and dark as Jon let himself in with the heavy gold key around his neck. For a moment, he stood in the quiet, musty dark as he contemplated what he was about to do, but then Jon uttered a quiet “Lux!” and a small white light flared to life in his hand. He coaxed the flame brighter as he started walking. The Archives were enormous, magicked to be as big or as little as the Archivists needed. Jon’d only seen one Archivist up close, and he wasn’t keen on repeating the experience. He said no other words, practically holding his breath in the heavy darkness, left hand held aloft to light his way, the muted tapping of his cane against the polished stone floor the only sound he permitted himself to make. Jon could feel something on those dusty shelves calling out to him, plucking at his wards with curious fingers. He followed the sensation, keeping his intent clear in his mind.

What secrets is Elias hiding from me?

He found his answer in an ancient, unmarked box of historical records. Pulling it down from the shelf caused a small tidal wave of dust to cascade onto him, and once he was done spluttering, Jon set it down on the floor and used his cane to lower himself next to it. It opened easily, but Jon never noticed the glittering green and gold asp, coiled at the bottom under the papers it was guarding - until he felt the burning bite in his hand. He cried out and jerked his arm back, and the snake came with him, detaching itself as it fell to the floor, hissing. Jon stared at it with horror, and its black tongue flicked at him as it stared at him with pale grey eyes. He recognized its eyes. Clutching his injured hand to his chest, Jon hauled himself onto his feet. He needed to leave, and quickly. Before-

“Where are you off to in such a hurry, Jon?” The calm voice sounds behind him, almost cold. Jon hears the voice behind him and trips over his own feet, knocking precious artefacts from the shelves as he falls. He’s suddenly very dizzy, feeling sick, and there’s a spreading numbness climbing his arm like ice, stealing all sensation. “E-Elias-” He tries to run, but stumbles, and then the Archmage is there, steadying him. Jon stares at his concerned expression, guilt and regret rushing through him in equal measure. “You’re ill.” Elias takes Jon’s hand and examines the bite. “Something bit you.” "H-how did-?" Jon can barely talk through the chatter in his teeth now. He's dying, he's sure of it. "I heard you scream, I came running. I was in the library." "Sn-Snake, it was a-" He groans and sags as the nausea swells, unable to finish his sentence. Elias keeps him upright, feeling his forehead with the back of his hand. He's sweaty and feverish. "You shouldn't have come down here without me, Jon, its dangerous." Jon wants to shout back, "No, its YOU who is dangerous," but he has no energy. And he doesn't know, not for sure. And then he sees it, movement at the collar of Elias's robes, and scales in the light. The snake slides out from around the Archmage's neck, and flicks its black tongue at him, eyes gold. Not grey. It may be the venom slowly pumping its way through his bloodstream, but Jon goes very cold and very still. "It was you," he whispers, horrified and betrayed. "You should have listened to me, Jon," Elias says grimly, and then he smiles. "But don't worry. I care too much about you to let you die here."

Jon lets out a yell as Elias drops him, and he hits the ground, unable to bear his own weight. In the light, in his fading vision, he sees the older man looking about the shelves for something, and then let out a satisfied, "Oh yes," when he finds it. It is getting very hard for Jon to breathe, and his heart feels like its beating out of his chest. Elias crouches before him, and holds up a small, golden charm. Jon is too sick to recognize it. "Don't worry, Jon," Elias says, almost cheerily. "Cats have a remarkable aptitude for processing poison."

And before Jon could so much as release a sound, he presses it to his skin. And Jon screams.

[saintbleeding]

Hey Saint did you know you're funny and cool and you should totally say more about this coffeeshop au of yours

hey milk did u know we are kissing at present

[ID1: two sketches, the first of Martin, a fat trans man with chin length wavy hair, wearing a half binder and an open shirt with the sleeves rolled halfway up his biceps. He is staring down at a paper, a pen in hand, with an intense look of concentration. Text below him says “his ass is NOT taking adequate breaks”. The second sketch is of Sasha, a fat woman with long hair and glasses, and Tim, a stocky man with short hair, both innocently cradling their chins in their hands and smiling. Text below them reads “*scheming*”. Beside both sketches there is more text which says “Elias owns the cafe (which is named The Serapeum) but he’s always away on dubiously nefarious business. This leaves T&S sooo much time to cause problems on purpose.”

ID2: A four panel comic. In the first, Jon, a thin, moustachioed man with short curly hair, stands looking displeased. His internal monologue is written in bold around him: “This is RIDICULOUS why can’t I just stay in my OFFICE in PEACE I am NOT being paid enough for this nonsense.” In the second panel, he turns around, a dark spiral denoting irritation next to him. In the third, it is revealed he is looking to Tim and Sasha, who are beaming at him and giving enthusiastic thumbs up. Text above their heads says “put Jon up to this” as Jon sighs. In the fourth panel, Jon, now blushing profusely, says “Um. A- Anyway. We, um. Could. Uh. Go out. Sometime. Together. If you want. I don’t CARE.” Text beside him reads “[avoiding eye contact*] *autistic”. End ID.]

poor jon his hand has been forced because mart is too much of a gentleman to ask someone out when they’re working bless him

[lancingmangos]

Here is the sideblog the our AU! Realised this was spiralling into something big pretty quick so we'll post anything relating to the AUs here. Hope you enjoy.

Welcome! This blog is run by 2 friends who have entirely too many AU ideas for The Magnus Archives. We are dedicating this blog specifically to updates, artwork, and other such things for the AUs.

Disclaimer: Only one author has finished TMA, the other has currently only finished 3 seasons. While he knows most of what happens, please avoid major spoilers as much as possible, especially regarding MAG 200. The fics we are making will also contain varying levels of spoilers - which will be labeled accordingly.

Fics in works:

• Coffeshop/Cafe AU

• Siren AU

Potential future fics:

• TimeTravel AU

• Timeloop AU

• ✨️ Secret ✨️ (very shitpost-y)

• Self-indulgent isekai AU(maybe??)

We will update this list as we go along. Please keep in mind we are both very busy people and it will likely take a lot time for us get things out and updated. Please do not harass this blog or our mains asking when updates will be posted as we likely are not sure ourselves. Some fictions will be written by both of us, while others are solo works. We'll also do our best to differentiate who works on what.

These are just fun projects that two guys with a hyperfixation are writing and we do hope you enjoy the content we produce. If you have any questions, let us know!

[rajanilefreak]

Ok, by now there's no secret that almost everyone is hoping, or, at the very least, headcanoning that the stuttery receptionist and the bookish maybe pervert might actually be that universe's version of jmart.

But how many of you are now hoping that it IS that universe's version of jmart AND each mention of a different universe has a potential jmart sighting and using those to determine which cases come from which world in the long run while also getting the nice perk to see from afar how all those relationships develop? Because I desperatly want that.

I want to be able to look at a potential jmart easter egg with each new mention of a alternate universe and be able to go: "hmm this one has the subject mention overhearing a conversation in a cafe about a possible Jon complaining about a stuttery receptionist to a possible Tim so it's a clear clue that it's the 'Therapy meet cute AU' world where Darren came from, while that other one mentions a possible Martin that had lumberjack energy which is another world all together." And then put all the mentions in chronological order to see that relationship development happening. XD

Anyone else want that? Just me?

[ao3feed-jonmartin]

Black Coffee Antagonism

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/xRNCzLa by TiredTurtle Jonathan Sims was a prolific researcher in the world of Paranormal Phenomena, yet he was constantly denied isolation and forced into the real world. This is how the man came across the coffee shop the Iris Cafe... and how he came across his mortal enemy. A barista who never got his order right. As he attempts to fix this annoyance, he will find new threads in his studies leading him down a path of discovering dangerous new fears and powers. aka This is a magnus archives au where instead of working in an archive, tim, martin and sasha all work in a coffee shop that jon uses to study and the 3 of them help him discover and document the fears. This is a Jmart slowburn fic as well Words: 1814, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Magnus Archives Fics Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: M/M, Multi Characters: Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood, Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives), Sasha James, Not-Them Sasha James, Georgie Barker, Melanie King, Basira Hussain, Alice "Daisy" Tonner, Michael | The Distortion (The Magnus Archives), Helen | The Distortion (The Magnus Archives), Elias Bouchard | Jonah Magnus, Gerard Keay, Gertrude Robinson, Peter Lukas, Other Character Tags to Be Added Relationships: Martin Blackwood & Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Sasha James & Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist & Tim Stoker, Martin Blackwood & Sasha James & Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist & Tim Stoker, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Sasha James & Michael | The Distortion, Melanie King & Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Georgie Barker/Melanie King, Georgie Barker & Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Helen | The Distortion & Melanie King, Basira Hussain & Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Basira Hussain/Alice "Daisy" Tonner, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist & Alice "Daisy" Tonner Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Asexual Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, there is angst AND coffee, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, One Sided Enemies to Lovers, This Is Not Going To Go The Way You Think, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/xRNCzLa

[magnetarmadda]

Ask game questions for my beloved Mad

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

🎃 Do you write fics for certain holidays? Which is your favorite holiday inspired fic?

Thank you my darling!!

🎢 I have two answers! Based on the comments I've gotten, I'm gonna say Mysterious Love is my wildest ride already published, but I have a Hadestown-TMA fusion wip that'll be a veritable loop-de-loop of a ride when I finish it

🎃 I do! I like to write Christmas fics every year!! I wrote two last year, A Merry Cat Cafe Christmas (TMA, Jmart AU) and To New Family Traditions (Hello from the Hallowoods, Polly&Yaretzi&Mort), and two in 2021, Nothing For Christmas (TMA, Jmart post-canon) and Together By This Christmas Tree (TMA, Jmart post-canon). I like Halloween fics too (I have one so far--The Ghost Supporter, TMA Jmart post-canon), but I find them much harder to conceptualize and write

[ieattaperecorders]

If you don’t write more of that post-canon au jmart meetcute I’m gonna pass away

Well I don’t want blood on my hands:

Martin laughs, half out of shock, and says something along the lines of “yeah, funny that.”

A few minutes of “are you here for--” “yeah” “I guess you saw” “oh yes,” confirming they’ve had a similarly surreal few months.

“Well, now I feel weird going in there,” Martin says, glancing at the convention center.

Jon agrees. The Harbinger Bodies weren’t big news, so the resemblance hadn’t been noticed by anyone but them. But if they walk into that panel, especially together, someone’s sure to notice. Neither of them are comfortable with the idea of a roomful of strangers turning to stare at them -- asking invasive questions, treating them like clues in a mystery they don’t understand themselves.

They decide to go to a nearby cafe where they’ll feel less self-conscious standing together. Jon is excited to compare notes, and Martin’s a little startled by how much he’s found.

One of the recovered tapes had part of Tim’s statement. Between his name, Danny’s name and a few meager details, Jon had tracked down a Tim Stoker who agreed to listen to the recording (which cut off well before the supernatural part.) He was unsettled, but confirmed his brother Danny did have an urban exploration phase before getting bored with it and turning to cross country skiing.

The only other full name from the recovered audio is Gertrude Robinson, who’s been proving harder to identify, but Jon’s confident she’s out there somewhere.

They talk for a while, speculating on what it all could mean, hitting the same walls again and again. Both discuss the possibility of time travel. Jon mentions details from the police report, saying it was ruled a murder-suicide due to the pattern of blood and the knife found on the larger man’s person, (though it’s unclear where the blunt trauma that killed him came from.)

There’s an uncomfortable silence after those details come up.

". . . Promise I’m not some knife-wielding maniac?” Martin says, nervously smiling. “Seriously, I don’t even kill spiders -- entirely a cup-and-paper guy.”

That breaks the tension, and Jon smirks. “I’ll take your word on that.”

Both of them still want to know what’s on the new tape. They decide Jon will go by himself, then report back. His counterpart’s face had those scars, and he’ll keep his cap and coat on, so hopefully the resemblance won’t be obvious. He’ll stay near the back just in case.

As Jon stands to leave, Martin, who’d thought of the lovers of Pompeii when he’d seen the way the figures were posed, finds himself asking “do you think they were together?”

"Oh . . . it’s a possibility,” Jon says, oblivious to any implications. “I haven’t seen much speculation in that direction, but I think that mostly speaks to the makeup of the paranormal community” he adds, rolling his eyes. “You’d be shocked how often I’ve read the phrase ‘embracing in a brotherly fashion’ lately.”

Mostly, the panel frustrates Jon -- it repeats shallow details that are in every article on the subject, even getting one or two wrong. But at the end of it, they bring out the restored audio. It’s garbled, partly unintelligible and he doubts the recorder he brought picked up much. He takes what notes he can.

He’s more than a little shocked, because he’s certain that he hears the voice of someone he knows. Her name is never said, but he’s almost sure it’s Georgie Barker. There’s another new voice -- one he doesn’t recognize, but he’s given a first name: Melanie. Not much, but something.

As he leaves, Jon swears he feels eyes on the back of his neck. He resists the urge to look around and slinks towards the exit. Back at the cafe, he starts discussing what little he’s learned with Martin. But they’ve barely had a chance to cover it when a stranger approaches them, clearing her throat.

"Hi there,” she says. Martin notices she has an Exhibitor badge from the convention. Jon only notices her voice. “My name is Melanie King, with Ghost Hunt UK? I think the three of us might have a lot to talk about.”

[journalofimprobablethings]

hey there! for the wip game: may I know some more about the tma theatre au? 🌱✨

This one is my obligatory "put jmart in your profession and give them a Situation to deal with" fic, and I do hope to finish it one day because I enjoy the excuse to just write about working in theatre.

So in this Jon and Martin are both stage managers (it me!); Jon has accepted a position from Elias stage managing an opera even though he has never done that before, and Martin is one of his assistants (it was supposed to be Tim and Sasha, but Sasha gets sick so it's Tim and Martin). so we have the classic s1 dynamic of Jon feeling insecure about his job and taking it out on Martin. Meanwhile Elias is the director and knows Exactly the position he's put Jon in, and manages to make things worse the way only Elias can do.

I haven't worked out all the beats yet but I definitely want to have a moment where Jon yells at Martin so terribly that Tim is like, "that's not on" and Jon goes to apologize. and then they get to start over, but with a better understanding of where they're both coming from.

Thank you for asking about this one! Writing this made me realize why people enjoy writing coffee shop aus so much, it really is fun to take character dynamics and adapt them to a new setting.

And once again I have rambled, so excerpt is below the cut:

Now, as though Jon's thoughts have summoned him, the doors burst open as Martin bustles in, his glasses slightly askew and his bag hanging off one shoulder as he tries to juggle his umbrella and a cardboard carrier holding three cafe cups.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry," he says as he enters. The cups tilt dangerously when he tries to straighten his glasses and kick the door shut at the same time.

"Good lord, Martin," Jon says. He crosses the room to take the cups from him before he can spill their contents everywhere. "You're late again," he says coldly.

"I know, I'm sorry," Martin says. "There was a delay on the Central Line, and then the line at the cafe was long, and--" he cuts himself off at the look on Jon's face, as Jon conveys with no words at all that the cafe line is not a viable excuse for tardiness. "Sorry," he says again. He quickly drops his bag by their table and gestures weakly at the cups. "I brought your tea?"

Jon contemplates whether he should tell Martin off, but decides it isn't worth it. He will just be late again tomorrow. He may as well conserve his energy.

He sighs and returns to his seat, opening his laptop and pulling up his first-day checklist in a vain attempt to regain some sense of control of the day.

"You really don't have to bring me tea, Martin," he says. "The supplies we have here are perfectly adequate."

Martin shrugs. "I know, but the cafe has that Asaam you really like, and I know all we have here is PG Tips, which isn't bad, of course, but I thought, first day, why not get something special? And they have real milk there, too, not just those creamer packets." He stops again, going red as Jon stares at him. "Anyway. It's no trouble."

"Hm."

Jon does not look up from his computer.

This is the trouble with Martin. He is disheveled, constantly late, perpetually scattered and, when Jon is feeling particularly harsh, borderline incompetent. But he does things like this--like remembering what kind of tea Jon likes, even after only a week, and taking the trouble to bring it to the first rehearsal--that leave Jon completely wrong-footed.

[jetlaggingbehind]

Whooo here we go!!!

-I am... very unoriginal so I nabbed some peoples better ideas and combined them into this- please tell me if you would rather I not include it!

-Basically everybody lives au where jmart open a little cafe and adopt a cat :') I rly like the idea that they have a sort of 2 storey setup going on, even if it doesn't necessarily make sense

-gerry has his bookshop, tim and sasha are kayaking in malaysia, basira and daisy are travelling the world, mel and georgie are making the podcast, callum is getting better

-Most of my base idea comes from the lovely @crane-dance, who contributed to this post and is considerably better than me at writing hcs :) almost all info can be found here!

-At some point I found this post by @dr-mizmix and was enamoured so callum ended up in there too bc the idea made me happy

-if I'm not too tired tmrw I'll do up a transcript of the text!

Lastly reblogs make me endlessly happy so please!!! Even if you left a key smash tag it would make my day :D

I finally got around cleaning up some old art for my personal au!! Basically they have a cafe now and gerry lives next door :) click for slightly better quality, full details will be posted in reblog

[rookfeatherrambles]

Apparently the commission from @dcartcorner about my unnamed cozy fantasy Jmart AU is at like 400 notes of people just screaming about how much they want it so! Introducing: (It still doesn't have a name yet), the cozy (ish) fantasy au!

Jon is an archmage in training at the Magnus Institute of Arcana, (I gotta think of a better name) where he is apprenticed under Elias Bouchard, the actual Archmage of London. That's an important figure who keeps the balance of magic (and more)

Being close to the Archmage, Jon is learning some pretty incredible magic. But when he accidentally discovers Elias harnessing power from ancient, Eldritch and forbidden gods, Jon realizes that the magic he's been taught to use is furthering some kind of ritual to bring those terrifying creatures into their world and he's been helping all along without realizing it.

With knowledge that could throw London into chaos, Jon seals the knowledge away somewhere safe and then curses himself to become a cat, permanently, and flees the Institute for the city streets as a stray.

It was supposed to be permanently, anyway.

Meanwhile, Martin's moved away from his very overbearing and at the same time distant family. Heir to the powerful magic of the Lukas/Blackwood bloodline, Martin throws away all his prestige for the quiet of a cafe somewhere in the city and a modest life as a Hearthmage. It's a rundown place he's bought to make his own, but he's up to the task of fixing it up.

After a few months of living there, established and settled, he starts noticing that some of his fruits and vegetables are being eaten by a mysterious animal. After many stakeouts, he finally catches the culprit in the act. It's a scrawny black cat with green eyes and a crooked tail, and it has a fondness for tomatoes! Try as he might though, Martin cannot catch the cat. And then, one day, Martin opens the door to start the day and there it is. Sitting outside the door as if its an impatient customer. And there is a tomato in its mouth! Martin's tomato.

He is too stunned to speak, and just watches the cat saunter into the cafe, cool as you please and hop up on a chair to eat it's breakfast.

This is how the war of the veggie patch ends. With a tomato, some warm cream, and some cautious chin scritches.

[saintbleeding]

sooo id love to see you dance your way around trying to give archivist sasha >:) context but actually. id also love to hear u publicly gush about flooflufloof my beloved since I have permission to ask after my favourite godchild 😇💖✨

oh well that’s very simple archivist sasha >:) is my codename for that chronic non fatal hanahaki jmart i mentioned a while back thank u for enquiring with saintbleeding industries :)

OKAY NO BUT-

so

my friend who is a fluff peddler (it’s. it’s you that friend is you)

was bemoaning the tragic lack of fluffy coffeeshop aus in tma and specifically jmart

around this time i happened to be in a fluffy mood on account of how much angst/canon-compliant fic i write because generally that’s more what i’m in the mood to write

SO. to indulge the fluffy mood i was like. hm. the take that martin would be a barista, and a good one, is extremely powerful, valid, and good, and i love it very much

but what i love even more is jon working as the manager at a cafe (He Does Not Work In Customer Service Thank You Very Much) and getting roasted and antagonised by his underlings for having such a clear and present crush on the [i have it as physics now but i may have to switch to engineering because that fits better but. something in STEM] uni lecturer who’s started coming in weekly

this fic is the most self-indulgent shippy silly nonsense and it is my beloved, i cherish it, it is EVERYTHING to me

i will now include an excerpt as a treat for u my dear sweet friend

It’s on his way back into the office fifteen minutes after the stranger leaves that Sasha seizes his arm with such ferocity he’s concerned she’s torn a hole in his sleeve.

He makes a frankly quite undignified sound of protest as she pulls him bodily into the fridge and closes the door behind them.

“What the hell-”

“I am sick to death of your- bloody-” she interrupts herself with a groan, pushing at his shoulder.

“You’re very lucky I’m the whole HR department, you know,” Jon says, crossing his arms and taking a frankly menaced step back. 

“If you don’t introduce yourself to him the next time he comes in I am going to- to- bite you, or something, okay-”

“Christ, Sasha, what?”

“You know, Jon, for someone as smart as you are, you’re dreadfully fond of playing dumb.”

He pauses for a moment, his cheeks warming. “I don’t see why this matters.”

She rolls her eyes so aggressively he worries one might plop out. “Everyone can see the- fucking- Jupiter-sized crush you have on him. If you don’t say something, I- no, no, actually- Tim will.”

“It’s true!” chirps an infuriatingly delighted voice from outside the heavy door.

“You two do realise this is literally entrapment, don’t you? You literally have me trapped.”

“And when we let you out we’ll still know where you work,” Sasha says, her voice low, her right forefinger shoved into his sternum. “Don’t test me.”

“Jesus. Fine. Can I please leave the enclosed space now?”

[magnetarmadda]

Hello friend! I am very intrigued by the Jakery AU (Jon Bakery AU?????) - what kind of shenanigans are you getting up to with that WIP?

I AM GETTING UP TO SO MANY SHENANIGANS! It was born in the Hallowoods Haunt server because @artificialdaydreamer shared two pictures: cat paw oven mitts and a cat apron, and it has Blossomed. Jon co-owns a bakery with Gerry (special thanks to @pitviperofdoom for this, it's because of them that I've started including Gerry so much more in fics in general and have centralized Gerry in this one in particular), and Gerry has a black cat named Void who comes to the bakery every day and rides in one of those cool bubble cat-carrier-backpacks. Martin owns a tea shop next door and he supplies the tea leaves they use at the bakery, and Jon and Martin are already together and they live together in a flat above the tea shop and Gerry lives in the flat above the bakery so they're besties AND neighbors AND business partners. The bakery is all cat-themed and may or may not be a cat cafe (I haven't decided yet). I'm building a Pinterest board and will share it with the fic when I finally finish it lol. My goal is to get it done for jonsimsandcats day, but we'll see lol

And I don't actually have snippet because I recently changed the whole direction it was going--it started out more jmart-focused with the bakery in the background, but now it's bakery focused with some peripheral jmart

[itti-bitti-yibbi]

Here's *something*! This is an older doodle and there's no guarantee that this dialogue will end up in it (we are Not That Far in the actual drafts yet lmao) but I still like it a lot.

:3 Cafe AU Jmart? Sorry, I read the tags, so this caught my attention. Thanks for the share 😊

Glad you caught the tags, love hiding things there. Yeah, @itti-bitti-yibbi and I are currently working on making a JMart Café AU. Don't have a solid name for it so we've just been calling it the Coffeeshop AU. Haven't had much time to work on it yet, so the draft only has 1,600 words. Going to put as much of my free time into though so hopefully we'll be able to get at least *something* out soon.