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Wangxian Retired Emo Kid Academic Weapon AU, #2

How are Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji as professors?? Nothing short of iconic. Their students will go to war for them

Wei Wuxian

Job Position & Classes

Wei Wuxian is a lecturer! He has had opportunities to move up in the university heirarchy but he doesn’t want to write on the universities schedule. He just wants to do his own thing and teach his students

Because he is a lecturer, he teaches 4 classes a semester and he loves his students and classes, but he has a cycle of getting himself overwhelmed and burnt out during midterms and finals every single semester. An unstoppable cycle that is like clockwork

Lan Wangji has tried to convince him to take the raise the university keeps trying to give him because it would take down some of this burn out but he just will not do it. He will not write on other peoples deadlines and he cares about his “kids” too much

He teaches the same 4 classes year round! Intro to Fiction Workshop, Horror Writing Workshop, Chinese Literature: Zhiguai, and an intro novel writing seminar where he basically just sits there and is a sounding board and editor for students who want to take a stab at novel writing

Personal Writing & Works

He actually writes and publishes on a pretty consistent schedule??

His project he sticks to is connected short stories and novellas about the Yiling Laozi and the Ghost General

They’re very much modern day zhiguai and horror, but have a hint of comedy and queer underlinings (think T. Kingfisher What Moves the Dead vibes)

His writings sometimes have appearances from a character named the Hanguang-Jun

Lan Wangji is convinced these 2 characters are the two of them. Wei Wuxian refuses to confirm nor deny

He is like a renowned and well known author in the horror writing space - people love him and he has academic respect and dedicated reading fans who go feral at every release

As a Professor

The syllabus for his classes are all the same: a piece of paper with black comic sans that says “try your best and be nice and you’ll get an A”

He refuses to be called Dr. or Prof. he’s always just like “call me Wei Wuxian it’s fine”

His classes max out at 15 - 20 students so they all end up feeling closer or bonded to him

No one ever knows what to expect in his class and his students have an ongoing google doc of quotes from him. They never know what is going to leave that mans mouth

His classes often include random tangents and him and his students having the distracted silly goofys and getting a little rowdy

While class can get a tad chaotic be does NOT tolerate judgement of other peoples work or negative criticism and has drawn a quick and hard boundaries about it. He is not afraid to get serious and shut down anything being funny for the rest of class about it

Shows up to class with his phone, coffee, and vibes. No bag, no pencil, no papers.

The type of professor to take his class outside and have workshop sitting in a circle in the grass looking like a bunch of kindergarteners

He doesn’t care about attendance or participation too much but workshop classes do require like…being there so if a student randomly drops off the face of the earth or starts acting different he will check on them

He’s more likely to ask a student if they’re alright and give an extension than scold or give a bad grade if someone misses a deadline

Sends emails that are a sentence long from his iphone at 2:00 am to his classes

The literal most unserious edit notes ever. Will write stuff like “go off I guess” “wtf does that mean” “iconic” in the margins in red glitter pen

His Office

His office is a MESS

Coffee machine always on I stg

Does not use his desk, it’s basically a catch all for random books and papers and is a loosely organized chaos

There is a bookshelf overflowing of books that lead onto the floor

He has 2 beanbags in his office, he sits in one and students sit in the other

He has an open door policy and always has students in there and most of the time they’re not even talking about class - they’re eating, ranting about other classes or professors, watching movies. He is VERY proud of this safe space and will never deny a student who wants (needs) to come in

However, he is capable of shutting the door and having a serious conversation with a student or giving them a space to cry and be vulnerable in a one on one setting if they need it

Big light is evil. Fairy lights always.

Random knick knacks students have given him throughout the years everywhere

Lan Wangji

Job Position & Classes

Lan Wangji is a “full” professor with tenure, of course

He teaches 2 classes a semester along with doing research

He also has had students do independent studies with him because he will never turn a student down trying to learn more, but the student has to find him

Every semester he teaches music anthropology

In the fall he also teaches Traditional Chinese Music Studies, and in the spring he switches that class out with an advanced cutural anthropology class about the culture of music in the Tang Dynasty

Research & Publications

His main research areas are divided into two, with one side including studying the cultural evolution and usage of the guqin in the Tang Dynasty, along with doing anthropological research and fieldwork about the modern day usage of traditional instruments in modern day China

For someone who doesn’t use a lot of words and doesn’t seem to talk a lot, he has done brilliant ethnographic fieldwork and is well known for his ability to make rapport with his informants.

This just like kinda pisses other anthropologists off because it’s like how does he manage to do it so easily and so well, with seemingly not too much effort?

His most well known work is a book about contemporary and modern day guqin players who seek to keep traditional music alive and why, and what it means to them

People call this work nothing short of beautiful and somehow he makes it emotional and moving even though it’s an academic book??

He is often praised for keeping the humanity in his work and not turning it into stale academia, and often shocks people at conferences when they finally meet up and he says like 2 short sentences at most

As a Professor

Syllabi are super detailed and multiple pages. Students never have a single question because everything is written out from day one

Attendance is mandatory and people are intimidated by it until they learn that if they just talk to him and be truthful he’ll probably excuse an absence (you better be truthful though, no one has ever successfully lied to him. He can always tell)

He’s just an intimidating professor in general, stoic face, detailed lectures, does not share personal information without being prompted, and even then it’s vague

His classes cap at around 30 students, set by him because he does not think classes with more students than thay are conducive for a good learning environment

His classes aren’t painfully difficult or distress causing, but he also believes a class should make you work for it at least a little bit to get the A. He won’t just give it to you

His students in class genuinely do not think they have seen him smile, or be upset, or share too much of more than a neutral emotion, really? An enigma

But sometimes he surprises his students! Like if they ask to go outside, sure why not let’s go on a walk

Can he put the slides for the lecture on Canvas? Sure why not

They learn along the way to just ask and he’ll probably do it and if he won’t, he’ll give a reason. The man doesn’t bite he just LOOKS like he will

Weirdly lenient with extensions and due dates? Like his students always think he’s going to be strict or enforce the due date and nothing else, but if you ask for an extension or turn in something late he’ll hear you out

Very big into giving students grace if they are truthful and honest and communicate well. However, if you don’t do that, he does not care and is not afraid to give a zero or not have patience. Sorry.

Feedback is always detailed and thought out and meant to encourage the growth of a student, he never wants to be the professor that makes a student feel dumb or like they can’t get help

His Office

Nothing less than a calming and clean space

He has some things in there that make it personal like a picture of him and Wei Wuxian’s pet rabbits, mugs and a tea set that very obviously gets used, incense sticks that smell like sandalwood, and framed photos of Gusu on the wall

His bookshelf is super organized and there is even a little space for Wei Wuxian’s novels and printed publications

Desk is immaculate, everything has a place and is always clean of dust

Part of his classes is that office hours are mandatory at least once, enforced with a grade. This seems intimidating but honestly if you just show up you get an A

Students are always TERRIFIED for this, and are super anxious to show up

But it always ends up changing their life? They think it will be about academics or their grades and they’ll not know what to say or feel stupid but it’s never like that. The point of these office hours is to get to know the student a little bit more and for them to share anything they may need to with him but are nervous or not comfortable to in class

They all go in nervous and it ends with him having made them matcha (when on earth did he even make that?) and they’re talking about their worries or personal life and he’s giving them undivided attention and good advice? He’s super caring and nice and they leave like their life has been changed

He doesn’t exactly have an open door policy but if he doesn’t have to lock in and work or have an appointment, he’ll leave his door cracked and doesn’t mind visitors

Which students figure out! And he often will have a student drop by to say hi or ask a random question or just randomly show pictures of bunnies they saw

[d3l3t3d-deactivated]

"Epsilon Mu Omicron, I pledge to you my heart. For the betterment of the frat, I will always do my part. Virtuous and Knowledgeable, Philanthropic and Manly, These, the traits of an EMO Little Reciting his oath, oh so blandly."

I never posted these cool photos my boyfriend got of me performing my poem Epsilon Mu Omicron, which is about a masochist pledging to a frat just to get hazed. This was really fun because I don't often get to recite my poetry in drag!!!! I decided to retire this specific poem, but I hope I get inspired to write more soon X

[evocationwriter]

I am READY for these MCR tickets to go on sale. WISH ME LUCK

[kdh-tally]

Hello!! Love your posts about Kpop Demon Hunters and you made me release my full fangirling, you saved me from feeling empty tbh. Can I request Huntrix and Saja boys meeting their future children while Baby being the Godfather of the all the ships children. Abby x Mira x Romance had 3 kids, two boys and 1 girl, same thing as Mystery x Zoey but their boys are twins. While Jinu x Rumi have one girl and one boy. Thank you!!

Prompt : Huntr/x and the Saja Boys meet their kids from the future...

Author's Note : I really enjoyed writing this one!!! I made a whole chart with names and ages and personalities and everything. Hope you enjoyed!

The group was lounging in the practice room. Bobby, who was also temporarily managing the Saja Boys till they found a proper manager, had forced both groups to take a break. He was fully encouraging of their eagerness to perform, some more than others, but wanted them to relax.

Zoey and Romance were lounging on Derpy, the tiger, as they watched Mira and Baby play an oddly competitive game of uno, something Baby had gotten increasingly good at. Abby sat beside Mira, telling her what colours to place down and Mystery laid half-asleep on the couch. 

Rumi sat cuddled into Jinu’s chest as they watched some silly youtube compilation off his phone. All was peaceful, until Jinu tensed and shot up. Everyone now looked up to him.

“Something is wrong,” he muttered as he looked up to the ceiling. 

Baby raised an eyebrow. “You sure you’re not just being paranoid dude?”

Jinu didn’t even get the chance to answer before a rip opened in the ceilings. With unexplainable speed, the girls had summoned their weapons, eyes strictly focused on the mysterious–and possibly galactical–tear. The boys had also activated their powers, fingers sharp and eyes glowing as they waited.

Suddenly, a huge group of people dropped through the tear, it closed up right after. “What the-” Mira whispered as they surrounded the group of… kids?

The kids scrambled upright, shrieking and elbowing one another as they tried to get out of the pile.

“GET OFF MY FOOT!!”

“WHO TOUCHED MY HAIR?!”

“Did we just fall out of a portal?”

A girl who looked a little too much like Zoey blinked around the room, eyes wide, she quickly summoned two glassy but obviously durable metal hand held fans. The boy next to her, one of a pair of twins, suddenly pointed at Mystery. “Okay. Okay. That guy looks like dad but more emo.”

“You say that like it helps us understand the situation,” the other twin muttered, he was kinda hiding behind his older sister.

Everyone just stared. No one moved. Then the Mira-look alike stepped forward, arms crossed as her eyes assessed the room. “This is not the penthouse.” Her eyes narrowed at the group of adults in fighting stances. She summoned her own weapon, an iridescent coloured staff, in case a fight broke out.

“Tell us something we don’t know,” said the other pink haired child, summoning glassy red boxing gloves around his hands. A deadpanned look on his face.

Zoey finally blinked, breaking the silence. “Okay. Who dropped eight random children here and why can they make hunter weapons?” She glared specifically at the ‘retired’ demon boys.

“Don’t look at us,” Romance said, hands up before pointing right at Jinu. “He was the most powerful one out of us four.”

Baby stood up, retracting his claws and casually grabbing his juice box (it was a new chili flavour specifically made for him). “Quick question. Who here thinks they may have possibly created life in the future and now it’s come back to haunt them?”

Silence.

Another girl, one with short purple hair and an oversized hoodie, groaned in annoyance, “We were finally having a sleep over…” she pulled out the dual katanas that formed behind her back.

The boy next to Abby narrowed his eyes. “Wait. You look like one of my—” His voice trailed off as he pointed between Abby and Romance. “Oh my god. Wait. That’s them.” He pointed at Mira. “And her.”

“What do you mean, them?” the other pink haired boy asked, dropping his fists, the gloves dissipating into a bunch of familiar string waves as he moved closer to the look-alike. 

“Yea what do you mean us?” Romance echoed, voice pitching high. “OH WAIT YOU MEAN ALL THREE OF US-” he dropped to the ground, jaw dropped as it clicked.

The girl rolled her eyes, realizing there was no danger and releasing her staff back into the air. “Well yeah, obviously. You three argue like co-parents.”

Abby swore he was going to faint.

—

They tried to regroup. Tried.

Huntr/x and the Saja boys sat on one side of the practice room while the kids remained on the other. Derpy nuzzled closer to the group of small humans as happy as could be. He especially took a liking to the purple haired duo that sat on the floor.

The kids weren’t panicking, but they were wide-eyed and stressed. Everyone except the twins. One of them had already sat down next to Zoey without asking, playing with her glass blades (and comparing them with his) as she fussed over them in worry. The other had cornered Mystery (who was still half-asleep), simply staring at him in silence while his sister played with his hair happily.

“Okay,” Rumi said slowly, dragging a stool into the middle of the room like a teacher mid-breakdown. “Does anyone know what could have happened?”

“Last thing I remember,” the girl with Rumi’s eyes spoke, weapon still in hand as she was a bit untrusting, “Noa and I were in our parent’s penthouse. The kids were in the living room and I left to grab something from my room then everything kinda glitched and I fell on a bunch of legs.”

“Yep,” the Abby-looking boy said. “I thought Elio and Noa were just lagging out of reality. But now I think it was the universe.” He said as he sat beside his siblings. His twin must have been Elio and sister was Noa.

Romance raised his hand, only speaking when Rumi pointed at him. “So none of you time travelled on purpose?”

“No!” the kids chorused.

Jinu looked to Rumi. “Nothing changed with the Honmoon right? No crazy new magic?” She shook her head, confirming that nothing had changed. "So what's going on?"

“Someone did something stupid and didn’t tell me,” Baby groaned, pulling out a clipboard from who knows where. “Now, until we figure this out, we treat this like a quarantine. No touching anything magical or trying to fix it yourself. And for the hatred of Gwi-ma don’t trauma bond.”

“Too late,” muttered one of the twins, already curled up beside Mystery like a house cat. Mystery looked like he was actively trying to dissolve into the couch. He was going to have kids with ZOEY??.

Zoey touched her daughter's hair, just lightly, and her hands trembled as the teenage girl leaned into her touch. “This is real,” she whispered. “She’s gonna be real.”

“And so are the stress lines forming on your forehead,” Baby interrupted. Zoey didn’t even have the heart to insult him back. He strutted to the center of the room, pushing Rumi away and into Jinu’s arms.

“Children, all of you get in line and share your names. That will hopefully make this less confusing,” Baby mumbled as he tried to rub the ache out of his head.

The children, funny enough, quickly obeyed. The pink trio stood at the front of everyone. “I think it’s kind of obvious whose kids we are,” the younger of the two boys, Elio, said.

His sister nodded before pointing at each of them. “This is Kai, he’s 14,” to the Abby-lookalike, “this one’s Elio, he’s 11,” to the younger boy who looked exactly like Romance (the one with the boxing gloves), “and I’m Noa, their older sister and the oldest kid here.” She had her arms crossed over her chest as she stood protectively before all the kids. She obviously took Mira’s protective spirit.

"Only by 10 minutes" Zoey's daughter pouted from where she stood by her twin brothers. Romance looked as though he could cry, a wobbly smile on his face as he sat between Mira and Abby.

The next three, who basically had to be dragged away from their parents, stepped in front of her. “I’m Riven. 14.” One of the twins, the more affectionate but calm one introduced.

“Sora,” The girl beamed, clearly taking after her mom. “I’m 17 and the second oldest.”

“Vince. Also 14.” The silent one waved, hand gripping deadly onto his older twin-brother’s.

“That’s our mom,” Sora smiled as she pointed right at Zoey. "And that's our Dad," she pointed right at mystery who was still in shock.

The last two finally stood. The older one, a girl with short purple hair took in a nervous breath. “I’m Linae, Rumi and Jinu’s kid. And this is-”

“Asa!!!!!” the young toddler yelled loudly. The group winced, covering their ears as his magically powered voice rang through the room. That was Rumi and Jinu’s kid alright. 

“Yea, this is Asa. He’s 3,” Linae laughed softly before picking her baby brother up and placing him on her waist. “I’m 17, third oldest by like 20 minutes,” she nodded to both Sora and Noa.

“He takes after you,” Rumi said immediately to Jinu who looked offended. The group couldn’t help but stare at their apparent children from the future. All proof that they shared something deeper than just crushes. 

“Damn,” Baby laughed. He thought he got away, could be free to chill and travel on his own. Suddenly, all 8 kids turned to him, with Asa running up to cling onto his pants leg. 

“Uncle Baby,” the child cooed, signaling for the man to pick him up. Baby looked to Rumi, the child's mom, and she just shrugged. “I can’t believe this.” He mumbled before picking the child up.

“Okay!” Mira clapped her hands once, the sound echoing a little too loudly across the tension-filled practice room. “We’re gonna go have a private adult meeting. Don’t touch anything, don’t summon your weapons and don’t summon any more children.”

“Do we look like we can summon children?” Kai sassed.

“You don’t talk to your mom like that-” Abby scoffed as he eyed the small child.

“Are you and Kai gonna fight again Uncle Abby?…” Vince said flatly, already poking through Mystery’s phone without permission. He knew the password after watching his dad do it multiple times.

Zoey ripped it out of his hands. “Okay—NO.” She looked around at the rest of the kids, eyes remaining longer on her kids before sighing. “We’ll just be gone for a minute.”

Baby unwillingly handed the small child back to his sister. Rumi turned to Linae and Asa. “Watch your brother.”

“I always do mom,” Linae gave her a reassuring smile before immediately picking Asa up and sitting him on top of Derpy.

“We’ll be fine,” Noa said, arms crossed. “Go panic. It’s fine.”

And panic they did.

—

The hallway outside the practice room was dimly lit, lined with water bottles, yoga mats and benches. All eight members of Huntr/x and Saja Boys stood in a loose, silent circle. Well, all except Baby, who sat cross-legged on the floor like he was watching a comedy.

Nobody said anything.

Abby kept glancing at Mira. Romance was fidgeting with the drawstrings of his hoodie like they were a stress toy. Mystery, finally fully awake, was staring into an empty abyss. Zoey had her head in her hands. 

Jinu was blinking at the wall. He was going to have children. Two absolutely beautiful children with Rumi. And Rumi? Rumi looked calm, which made everyone else more nervous.

“Okay,” Baby said at last. “Who’s gonna be brave and say what we’re all thinking?”

“...This shouldn't be possible,” Zoey whispered, eyes wide and still. “I—I mean. We should’ve been busy. There’s been demon hunting, schedules, concerts. When did we even… do the thing?”

Romance coughed loudly. “Technically you don’t need that much time—”

Mira smacked him on the head.

“I think I’m having a stroke,” Abby muttered. “I have a mini me.”

"And he's just as stuck up," Romance snickered.

“Guys,” Jinu finally said, very slowly. “We have children. Named children.”

“One of mine had katanas,” Rumi smirked somewhat proudly.

“You mean one of ours,” Jinu corrected her, a light blush on his face.

Mystery finally spoke. “It was like looking into a three way mirror.” He thought of the twin boys and how they looked exactly like him, Vince copying his hairstyle as well. He thought of Sora, the energetic bundle of sunshine that almost rivaled Zoey’s excitement.

“I didn’t even know you wanted children,” Zoey mumbled before looking right at him. “Do you want kids?”

“Of course he does, you guys have three,” Baby deadpanned.

“Shut UP,” everyone shouted in unison. He took a sip of his juice box, smug.

Rumi leaned closer to Jinu, hands intertwining. “It’s not like it’s the worst thing. I mean, clearly we’re alive in the future. We’re together. We all did something right.”

“But how?” Zoey asked again. “When did we get together? I don’t even remember kissing him—”

Mystery choked.

Abby looked at her. “You kissed him???”

“I said I don’t remember—!”

“I didn’t even know I was part of a—whatever this is!” Romance shouted as he motioned between him and the other pinkettes. “I thought we were just flirtatious! I thought we were playing the long game!”

Mira crossed her arms. “If this is the long game, we lost. Badly.”

“I’m happy we lost. Have you seen our kids?” Abby scoffed.

Baby raised his hand. “In addition to Rumi’s point, you all got insanely attractive future kids with cool weapons and distinct personalities. Could’ve been worse.”

“They call you uncle,” Rumi reminded him.

“They should! I’m awesome,” Baby replied. “And I’m the only one not tweaking out right now. Just saying.” he shrugged. Everyone glared at him but Baby just smiled.

Then, silence again.

This time, it was Abby who broke it. “I think we all need to talk. Not just about those kids, but about…” He gestured vaguely in the air. “Us.”

“I’m not emotionally prepared for this conversation,” Zoey muttered, moving closer to Mystery. “I need snacks or a nap or a hug or maybe all three.”

“We’re clearly together in the future,” Jinu added carefully. “So maybe that means we stop pretending we don’t feel what we feel now.”

Mystery looked down. Romance looked away. Mira closed her eyes for a momeny too long.

Then, Baby stood up and dusted off his pants. “Well, as your emotionally well-adjusted godparent-slash-honorary single uncle, I say you should all grow up and kiss already.”

Everyone threw something at him.

—

Back inside the practice room, the kids were playing Uno. Again. Riven was winning. Elio was cheating.

Elio looked up from his cards. “Think they’re fighting in the hallway?”

“No,” Noa said confidently. “They’re just being dumb. Like usual.”

Linae nodded from where she sat on the couch, Asa snuggled on her chest as he slept. “Should we help?”

“Not until they figure it out,” Vince muttered. “They gotta suffer a little.”

Kai smirked. “Kinda like we did when we fell from a portal and none of them caught us?”

Sora giggled. “Exactly.”

Kai slapped down a +4. “Uno! I WIN”

[maromarlade]

Clark (retired emo kid), scrolling through Tumblr: !

Clark: Bruce, did you know there's fanfiction about us... as Clark and Bruce...?

Bruce: hn

Clark: Batman and Superman I expected, but us? Us??

Bruce: hn

Clark: And there's fics about Bruce Wayne and Batman... And Bruce Wayne, Batman and me!? Both mes!

Bruce (responsible for the popularity of blond!Batman): hn (no)

Clark: enemies to lovers... romantic rivals to lovers!?

Clark: Bruce, we're poly with ourselves

Bruce: hn (interesting)

Clark, squinting at screen: what's a "miraculous square"??

Bruce (responsible for Superman!Bruce and Batman!Clark): no clue, dearest

Spin-off post based on this post :))

[avaaawritesss]

tailfishing • chapter one

boy next door | neighbor!anakin x fem!reader

chapter description • anakin moves in across from you. his emo look and his annoying muscle car leaves an impression on you. when your nissan doesn’t start, he’s surprisingly eager to rescue you.

chapter warnings • classism, foul language, police, smoking

table of contents | chapter 2

“Sorry about my son’s car.” Mr. Sheev, your new neighbor apologizes. His embarrassment bleeds through his smile.

Your father’s eye twitches, a very clear sign of anger, but he smiles a toothy grin. “Hopefully he can adjust to life on our little street.”

Shmi, Sheev’s new wife—they shared that they had just gotten married a month ago—replies, “Anakin grew up in a very different neighborhood. I’ll have a talk with him to tone it down.”

You gaze across the street to the house nearly identical to yours, the conversation between the Palpatines and your parents fading into the background. The boy—you assume is Anakin—is hosing off his black sports car. You know absolutely nothing about cars except that it looks fast and your dad hates muscle cars. They’re loud. He likes peace and quiet. He’s retired so maybe that’s normal for someone his age.

“I’d never buy my teenage son a Mustang.”

You roll your eyes at your dad’s comment. Not his place to say that.

Sheev laughs surprisingly, like he’s not at all offended. “Oh, I agree it’s not wise.” He looks at his wife for a moment and then says, “Anakin is eighteen. He works and bought that car himself. Didn’t ask me though.”

Your mother’s eyes widen. “That’s good though. Not many kids have the dedication to save up for their own car. Where does he work?”

“At some junkyard,” Sheev replies with a grimace.

You look down at your phone and ignore the conversation as you sit in the chair beside your mother. Your sister shares some pictures of her kids in the family group chat. They’re growing up so fast!

“Anakin!” Shmi shouts, waving him to come over.

You glance up again. His car is covered in white soap suds. You watch him sigh, place the rug in the bucket, and jog over to their front porch. He’s panting a little when he stops. He stands by his mom. He’s taller than he looked from afar and is even taller than Sheev. His black combat boots are nearly falling apart. You’ve never seen a baggier pair of jeans nor ones with so many holes. His shirt is probably too sizes too big for him and advertises for some metal band you’d likely hate.

“Hi,” he says, shaking the hand of your father and your mother. His eyes lock onto you, and you stare into his eyes until it becomes too awkward for you to maintain.

You really hadn’t meant to do that. He’s really cute, but those piercings... the ring on the side of his lip and his eyebrow. You’re not too sure about them.

“What are you studying in school, Anakin?” your mom asks him.

Anakin glances at his mom for a second. “Well, I’m out for the summer. Just graduated. I think I’m going to take a gap year and work.”

The look on Sheev’s face makes even you nervous. Somehow, you can tell this topic is rather contentious for Anakin and his parents.

“Your father was telling me about your job at the junkyard. Do you enjoy it?” your mother continues the conversation you were hoping would just die. It is obvious he’d rather be washing his car.

“Stepfather,” he corrected, “and I love it. I get to tear things apart and help people make use of old things to build something new.” There is a sparkle in his eyes when he says that.

Anakin reaches into his pocket and holds his phone to his ear. He turns his back to them. “Hey, Rex.” He pauses to listen. “Uh, yeah. Sure. I’ll be right there.” He hangs up and starts walking to the house. “Gotta go. I’ll be back at some point tonight.”

Sheev runs after him. “Thought you said you were coming out to dinner with your mom and me.”

“Can’t,” Anakin says.

In the middle of the street, Sheev stops, and Anakin continues. He rinses off his car and drives away. All within the minute. You cover your ears as he speeds down the street.

Shmi’s face is red. “I’m sorry about them. It was lovely meeting you all.” She runs down their driveway to catch up with her husband. She’s quicker in her pumps than you had expected. Her husband storms inside, and she chases after him.

Your father scowls and gets up from the couch. “I hope they move out soon.”

“Ruwee!” your mom scolds. “They seem like good people.”

You follow your parents inside. You stand around in the kitchen as your father starts the Keurig.

“Their kid is a freak,” he snorts.

You roll her eyes. You bite her tongue. Your father doesn’t understand self-expression in the least bit. He wears white new balance sneakers and a polo shirt.

“I’m going to bed,” you announce, leaving them in the kitchen. Your parents are probably going to complain about the new neighbors for the next two hours. You trek up the stairs.

Your nighttime routine begins with a bath.

Blue and red flash in his rearview mirror. Anakin hits the turning signal and shoulders it. The cop pulls in behind him. He rolls out the SUV. Hand on his gun, he strides to Anakin’s window. Anakin turns his hat forwards and sits up a little in his seat. He quickly extinguishes his cigarette on the dash and tosses it in the cup holder.

Anakin rolls his window down a quarter.

“License and registration.”

Anakin already had the items in his hand. The officer checks over them for a few minutes before returning them.

“You do realize you were going one hundred and twenty on the interstate.”

Anakin says nothing at first, knowing better than to admit to it. “Is that right?”

“I could take you to jail right now.”

Anakin taps his phone. He’s going to be late. “I guess. Do what you have to do.”

“What was your thought process?” The cop seems really perplexed about the whole thing.

“I just got this car last week. I guess—I wasn’t really paying attention. My bad,” he answers coolly. “You gonna arrest me?”

The cop relaxes his arms. “Look, I am going to give you a warning. My son drives a car like this. Just try to keep it under eighty-five, alright.”

“Yes, sir,” Anakin says politely before rolling up the window.

He leans back against the headrest and breaths for a moment. Sheev would lose his mind if he had gotten arrested. The cop drives away, and Anakin lights another cigarette to calm his nerves.

He answers Rex’s call, and his thick voice booms through the speakers. “Where ya at?”

“Got pulled over.”

“You fuckin’ with me?”

“Nope.”

Anakin revs the engine a couple times before taking off. He fishtails as his tires burn and smoke. He hits sixty miles per hour in four seconds, and eventually stops at a hundred.

“You coming or what? Obi-Wan and Cody are already here.”

“Fuck ‘em. They can wait.” He takes the next exit and slams on the breaks to avoid flying off the road on the turn. “And guess what.”

Rex sighs. “What now?”

“There’s a girl I like.”

“Who?” Rex nearly shouts.

Anakin chuckles. He hasn’t dated anyone in over a year. His job has kept him busy, that and modding his vehicles and bikes. Dating is so mind numbingly boring most of the time. While Rex would rather be under someone, Anakin would rather be under a car. But this girl was different somehow.

“My neighbor. Don’t know her name. She’s... well, super hot.”

“Are you actually going to do something about it?”

“Probably. But Sheev had to embarrass me in front of her. I have a feeling I’m not her type. She really fits in where I’m living now. That uppity-ass subdivision. God, I hate it there. But she’s literally perfect looking, and I-I think I should talk to her at least.”

“You think?” Rex sighs. “I need you to get a girlfriend so that I can spend more time with Snips instead of you.”

“Very funny. You know you’re not her type.”

“Whatever. Where are you now?”

“Literally five minutes away.” Anakin accelerates through a red light.

The rusting fence around the old truck stop has been opened already. Anakin goes through. He sees a group of vehicles parked side by side. Rex’s is the newest.

And Anakin was envious.

There were very few things that Anakin ever wanted that belonged to someone else. But Rex’s 2018 Shelby in lightning blue is something to envy. Anakin never actually believed Rex’s story about winning it in at a repo auction for 20 k. He still thinks Rex stole it.

This week the meet is at the abandoned truck stop in town. It’s just Anakin and his friends from home. They race, drift, and do other stupid things that only wear out their tires even more. It’s nothing serious. He’s not into street racing yet. None of them have the money to compete. They’re all kids from the trailer park he grew up in save for Obi-Wan and Cody. They’re the only outsiders. They just fit in.

Anakin parks beside Rex and turns off his car.

“It looks better than I thought it would,” Rex teases, referring to Anakin’s 2007 Mustang. Sure, it had a hundred-and-twenty-thousand miles on it, but it’s a GT premium and was garage-kept. “I see you blacked it out.”

Anakin shrugs, sliding out the vehicle. “Yeah, it’s temporary. I’m about to paint it yellow. Our new house has a garage which is cool. I can help you with touchups too. Just bring it over.”

Rex grimaces. “I don’t think I’d fit in at the hills.”

“How do you think I feel? Sheev bought my mom a brand new BMW X2. I-I hate that car. I can’t really afford to get parts for it if it breaks down. My mom’s Accord was just fine.” Anakin presses his lips together. He’s rambling again. “He offered to get me a Supra.”

Rex’s jaw falls. “So where is it?”

Anakin shakes his head. “I don’t want his money. He’s not my fuckin’ dad.” He pats the roof of his car. “My mom said my dad would’ve loved this car. Sheev tried to sell my—my dad’s—F-150 because it,” Anakin makes air quotes, “doesn’t fit in the hills.”

“Skyguy!”

Anakin is nearly knocked to the ground when Ahsoka throws herself on him for a hug.

“It’s been months!”

Anakin pats down his clothes. She’s covered in dirt, as usual. “Yeah, a lot’s happened.”

She sniffs him. “Are you smoking again?”

“No,” he smiles at her, “that kills people.”

“As if that would stop you,” she adds.

Rex waves at her. “Snips, nice to see you.”

“I’m looking forward to seeing you race.” She moves past Anakin to get closer to Rex.

To conceal his huge smile, Anakin covers his mouth. Rex has to be sweating. He’s had a crush on Ahsoka for forever.

“Cody’s been making a lot of adjustments since the last one.”

“I’m not worried,” Rex manages to say. His face is nearly red.

“Neither is he,” Ahsoka laughs. She turns back to Anakin. “Lana says hi. She’s also pissed at you for not answering her calls.”

He gives her a glare, but she doesn’t back down. “She’s hurting.”

“She’s not my problem,” Anakin snaps. “I’m tired of you and everyone else making me feel that it is.”

“Sorry,” she huffs. “Let’s just forget I said anything.”

The three of them walk down the line of cars to where Obi-Wan and Cody wait. Obi-Wan is still in his blue mechanic uniform and is tinkering with his Camaro. Anakin taps his shoe with his boot.

Obi-Wan finally looks up. “Hey, Ani. So good to see you.”

“The red is sick,” Anakin says, referring to Obi-Wan’s new paintjob.

“Did it myself last weekend. I was worried it might be too flashy.”

They laugh.

“I mean... that’s kinda the point of a car like that.”

Obi-Wan narrows his eyes and tries to look serious. “Now, this is a perfectly reasonable vehicle. It gets ten on the highway.”

“Shit!” he exclaims. He ducks around Obi-Wan to get a better look under the hood. “I’d think you should at least be getting fifteen.”

“Not the way I drive it.”

You rifle through your belt bag for the house key when you remember you left your water on the table. Nearly tripping on your own shoes, you sprint through the living room and into the kitchen to grab your ice blue Stanley 40 oz. You prefer the filtered water from home instead of the hospital tap because it has a chlorine taste. That can’t be healthy.

The feeling that you’re forgetting something important finally passes, and you can breathe again. You step down the porch stairs and unlock the door to your Nissan. You sit down in the seat and set your cup in the holder. Lifting your arms, you stretch and then scroll through Spotify to pick your playlist for the drive.

You jump, hearing an engine roar behind you. Through the rearview mirror, you see Anakin and his car. He gets out of the vehicle and checks the tires. You catch yourself smiling like an idiot, and instantly, you slap your cheeks. He’s eighteen.

You press the brake and turns the key. The car shutters, and the engine comes on but within moments it stalls and dies. You cry a little inside because you’re already running ten minutes late. The first thing you do is text the supervising doctor that you are likely to be late because of car trouble.

You exit your vehicle. Realistically, your only choice is to wake up your dad.

“Hey!”

You turn on your heel. The neighbor boy is sprinting across the street to get to you.

“Hi, Anakin,” you say, standing still.

He stops a few feet away. His hesitance to be close to you is noticeable. “I hope I didn’t scare you. I just heard your car wouldn’t start.”

You stare at the cement driveway. “My dad can just jump start it.” Clearly, he came all this way to help you. You should let him. There is just something in the way he looks at you that leaves you uneasy.

“Oh.” He sounds disappointed. You wonder if he’ll walk away. “Or... I could check it.” His smile is suspicious. Maybe he knows you can’t tell him no.

“Okay,” you agree. “Just don’t tell my dad.” You laugh.

“I have the feeling he probably doesn’t like me,” Anakin says. He holds his hand out. There are already several tattoos along his arm for someone his age. “Keys.” He says that like it’s an order. But coming from those lips its almost attractive.

You toss the keys, too nervous to get closer to him. He catches them, and for some reason his lip curls up into a smirk.

The first thing Anakin tries is to start the car up. You watch him listen closely to the sounds it makes. Then he pops the hood.

“I’m gonna get my multimeter.” He starts walking down the driveway. “I think you were right about the battery.”

When he returns, he holds a strange device in his hands, and you assume this is the multimeter. You know nothing about cars or car batteries except that the last time this happened to your mom’s car, it was the battery. He attaches the device to the two battery posts.

“Your battery is really low. When was the last time you had it replaced?”

Your eyes widen. This is embarrassing. “Honestly, I have no idea. My dad takes care of all the vehicles.”

You expect Anakin to make fun of you because you’re a fully grown woman whose dad still takes care of her.

But Anakin doesn’t.

“I would look into getting it replaced,” he says, clearly trying not to laugh. “For today so you can get to—wherever—I’ll jump it.” He gestures at the car.

“Work. And are you sure? I don’t wanna inconvenience you,” you say crossing your arms. He’s being too nice.

“You can inconvenience me any time,” he says. He sounds completely serious.

In less than five minutes, he brings his Mustang around and jump starts your car.

“You know that thing is really loud.” It’s the first time you’ve seen a car like this up close.

“I know.”

You walk around the vehicle, and you notice that he’s absolutely fixated on you the entire time. It’s weird, but you’re not going to comment. “It’s nice. I bet it goes like two-hundred miles an hour.”

He laughs. “I wish. On a good day, maybe one fifty.”

You gasp. “That must be dangerous.”

He tilts his head and looks down at you. “Do you want me to say no?”

“It just seems... unnecessary.” You’re not really sure why you’re concerned for his life.

“I’m careful.” His eyes descend, and he’s not shy about checking you out. He looks back up to your face as if to check if you’re okay with that.

But you act like you don’t notice. “My dad hates your car. He’s been complaining about you nonstop.”

Anakin noticeably steps closer. “Sheev hates it more, and he has to live with me.”

“You’re terrible,” you say and slap the side of his arm playfully. Your fingertips touch his skin. And he’s warmer than expected.

He nearly flinches. “Sometimes.”

You hadn’t thought about the action, and you realize the touch was a huge mistake. So, you panic and say the first thing that comes to your mind. “I—I noticed you didn’t get home until four last night.”

“So, you’re stalking me?” He’s trying not to smile. And you don’t want to give him any inclination that you’re interested because... you’re not.

You roll your eyes. “No. Your car is so loud you can hear it a mile away.”

He clears his throat. He probably didn’t expect you to tease him back. Anakin blinks and nods. “Yeah. But that’s kinda the point.”

“I’ll never understand boys and their cars.”

Anakin turns his head away. You can still see the pink on his cheeks.

Suddenly, you remember the time. Now you’re definitely going to be late for work. “I have to head to the hospital. Thank you so, so much, Anakin.”

“What do you do?”

You duck your head to fit into the driver’s seat. “I’m a nurse practitioner. I just graduated from grad school last fall.”

His eyes go wide. “Wow.”

“Yeah, I’m old.”

“No. That’s impressive.” He still stands in the same spot, like he doesn’t want to leave.

“You probably should go before my dad wakes up and sees us talking.”

With that, you roll up your window and back out of the driveway. He watches you intently as you pull away.

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[angophorasims]

Everyone knows an Elder Emo when they see one - still wearing the tried and true skinny jeans, maybe even still rocking the checkered Vans. But there is one staple give away look that confirms you were once an emo/scene kid and that isthe SNAKE BITE SCARS! Maybe youre in your 30s now and you've retired the rings, but the scars will always be a reminder that its much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality - I mean aging of course.  

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[junespriince]

Wally: I sit here today because my uncle retired and you guys just dragged me in here, I didn't have a choice. I was working my own city, the Titans, and sometimes helped other heroes and now I have to work here and come to almost daily meetings? How can I get fired? Can marrying your son in Vegas make you let me leave? I want out of this.

Bruce: the dimension overlord said you must be here, we need a speedster or balance will be distributed.

Wally: how about you disturb deez nuts old man. I don't give two donkeys pucks about this "balance" when I'm forced to look at my two biggest enemies all day.

Oliver: I know Barry raised you, but could you have manners kid?

Wally: can you stop getting pegged by my therapist?

Oliver, blushing as if the league doesn't already know this:

Wally: no? Okay, then shut up.

Bruce: this is a bit excessive, West.

Wally: says the guy who fights his ex father in law/enemy shirtless. I don't know about you, but if my son grandfather challenged me to a duel the shirt stays on.

Bruce: how?

Wally: what does "dating your son" mean to you? Self proclaimed greatest detective over here lady and gents, give him some applause for being stupid. Though, with all the smart women you attracted I guess it has it charms to a certain group.

Clark: a lot of sass today, huh?

Wally: and rightly so Mr. Kent—

Clark: kid, you've known me for years and marrying my kid, it's uncle Clark now.

Wally: sir, I was raised my a Midwestern woman, it's sir, ma'am, and whatnot, deal with it. Anyways, it's rightly deserved, I'm losing a lot of precious time spending it here because Gotham's playboy bicycle decided now he'll have a standard and not fix this problem by helping the dimensions asshat get laid. Do you understand how much this cut into my personal life outside of heroing, Bruce?

Bruce: well—

Wally: shut up sir, you don't because unlike you I don't have a son I was blackmailed into adopting that can run the business, no, I'm an average man here working a real job, and trying to make time for my boyfriend. We get it, you're an emo furry with a tragic backstory that makes it hard to emote, well bucko guess what, I had shitty parents, uncle Hal thinks I have no friends, and what else... OH yeah! I was stuck in the speed force trying to get out and everyone I loved stop trying to save me and assumed I was dead. So, fire me!

Bruce, and his ego™: no. Balance needs to be kept.

Wally: I will make you regret this choice.

Both of them glaring at each other:

Diana: well, at least meetings will be interesting.

Hal: in my defense you didn't have friends over when I visited so how was i supposed to know...

Oliver: didn't Barry told you one time to come because Wally was at my house having a sleepover with Roy?

Hal: ... Okay I'mma be so real right now, I heard come over and the rest was white noise.

Wally: ew. I'm right here.

Hal: kid, hush, the adults are talking.

Wally: ... I'm 29, dude bye. I'm done with this. *Gets up and leaves*

Arthur: he has grown up so much.

Bruce, who knows Wally at his worst teen years: yeah, he's gotten worse.

Oliver: so about this fighting shirtless with your ex father in law.

Bruce: so about you getting pegged by our therapist.

Oliver:

Bruce:

Oliver: I hate you.

Bruce: yeah, yeah, love you too idiot.

[dreamsanime]

Wangxian Retired Emo Kid Academic Weapon AU, #1

Just a little fun idea I had? I kinda went crazy last night and made an entire timeline of their lives in this AU. Didn’t realize how long it was until I was finished😭. I also have a ton of headcanons and random things I thought of. This will probably turn into A Thing™️.

This is probably a little OOC for Lan Zhan, but I don’t care it’s just fun! Don’t like, don’t read :)

1989 - 1992 (Ages 0 - 3)

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji are born in NYC

Lan Wangji’s father leaves his family not long after he is born, leaving his mother to raise him and a 3 year old Lan Xichen by herself

1994 (Age 5)

Wei Wuxian’s parents pass away and he has no other family, and he enters the foster system

He is bounced around from foster home to foster home for the next 4 years. Some are nice, some are awful. But he is never at one place for too long

1995 (Age 6)

Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen’s mother is diagnosed with a terminal illness and passes away

The boys are taken in by their uncle Lan Qiren, starting their life of strict rigidness and rules

1998 (Age 9)

Jiang Fiengman, an old friend of Wei Wuxian’s mother, finds out he is in the foster system when Wei Wuxian is 9 and adopts him

Wei Wuxian becomes best friends with his new brother Jiang Cheng, aged 8, and is super close to his new sister, Jiang Yanli, aged 12

His adoptive mother, Yu Ziyuan, is not a nice woman. At best, she has little patience with her biological children, and at worst, keeps reminding Wei Wuxian he is not her child

2000 - 2002 (Ages 11 - 13)

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji attend the same middle school but they don’t interact much

Wei Wuxian thinks Lan Wangji is a stick in the mud and Lan Wangji thinks Wei Wuxian is kind of obnoxious

In fact, Lan Qiren told Lan Wangji to stay clear of Wei Wuxian because he’ll distract him from his studies and will not be a good influence

Especially because Wei Wuxian is in detention all the time (a lot of the time, it’s not even his fault and is just wrong place wrong time)

2003 (Age 14)

In freshmen year of high school, Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian are placed as partners for a project in English class

They end up becoming friends through this

Their friendship is the most unlikely looking thing but it works

Wei Wuxian, the emo kid who keeps getting himself in trouble and doesn’t know when to shut up and talks too loud is attached to the hip with Lan Wangji, the kid who wears boring neutrals and never speaks and sits in the front row of the classroom and has no friends

It just looks like Wei Wuxian bothering Lan Wangji but he could also tell him to leave him alone, and he never does

2004 - 2007 (Ages 15 - 17)

When Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji go into their sophomore year, Lan Xichen starts as a freshman at Columbia University

He is a business major and lives at home, just as Lan Qiren wanted him too and wants Lan Wangji to do as well

Through the next couple of years, Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian start a habit of sneaking out at night

It starts with Wei Wuxian throwing rocks at Lan Wangji’s window and climbing in using the tree, and Lan Wangji has managed to find a way to punch out his screen window and put it back and make it look like nothing happened

The older and more bold they got they started going on walks or breaking into abandoned places to just hang out

They would share earbuds and listen to My Chemical Romance or Fall Out Boy or Paramore or Bring Me the Horizon, stereotypical emo kid music

Sometimes Wei Wuxian would sneak drinks or cigarettes and while Lan Wangji never smoked, sometimes Wei Wuxian would tease him into a sip or two of a drink

Lan Xichen and Lan Qiren NEVER suspected anything of Lan Wangji because he was the perfect poster boy of what was expected from Lan Qiren: Be respectful, quiet, get good grades, follow the rules, go to school, come home

2007 - 2010 (Ages 18 - 20)

While Lan Qiren makes Lan Wangji apply to Columbia and has expectations of him following in Lan Xichen’s footsteps exactly, Lan Wangji also secretly applies to the small liberal arts college in Oregan Wei Wuxian applies to

He ends up getting in, and on a whim he commits to that school instead of Columbia

During a week not long after graduation Lan Qiren has to go on a business trip, and during this business trip Lan Wangji has his master plan to sneak away to Oregan

Lan Xichen comes home to Wei Wuxian’s car in the driveway and the both of them packing Lan Wangji’s things

Lan Wangji says he hates it at home and he feels suffocated by their Uncle’s expectations and nothing about his life is in his control. Lan Xichen is stunned and shocked, having never heard his brother talk so much or talk so negatively, especially because his entire life his brother has seemingly thrived under his Uncle’s expectations. But he supports him and tells him if that’s what he wants he won’t stop him

He makes him promise to call Lan Qiren and and try and talk to him though

Lan Wangji makes that call about a week after he leaves and it does not go well. It left him sobbing, but in a cathartic way because it was his first time he’s let himself fully start going through the emotions of how he feels about his childhood and taking control of his life

Lan Xichen moves out not too long after that phone call when he learns about it, not loving how his brother has been treated

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian share a dorm room their freshman year of college

Lan Wangji majored in Anthropology and minored in music, and even found a professor to study the guqin under

Wei Wuxian majored in Literature and double minored in creative writing and music, studying the flute

Somewhere along the way their friendship turned into dating? Like randomly their hangouts starting turning into dates and handholding and kissing. But it felt natural and like they should’ve been doing it all along

They also make friends! Well, Wei Wuxian makes friends and makes Lan Wangji be friends with them too. These friends include Nie Huisang, Wen Ning, Wen Qing, Xiao Xingchen, Song Lan, and Luo Qingyang

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji fully started to fall into their emo kid aesthetics, with black skinny jeans and vans and getting their ears pierced and growing their hair out

Wei Wuxian who was already in the aesthetic fell into it more than Lan Wangji, but he did get rid of his whites and neutrals and changed them in for black, trading out his shoes for vans and boots. He did keep his pastel pieces though.

They even started going to concerts of emo bands. Wei Wuxian didn’t think Lan Wangji would enjoy an activity that had so many people close together and was loud, but with ear plugs and standing in the back he has a great time (their favorite was Pierce the Veil)

2010 (21)

Wei Wuxian would often go out for drinks with Nei Huisang and once every couple of months he could get Lan Wangji to come along

This one instance they did, they all ended up getting super drunk

And surprise! Wangxian gets married with Nie Huisang as the witness

When Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian woke up in their apartment in the morning, Wei Wuxian panicked super bad

He was going and on and on about how he was sorry and they should get a divorce

Lan Wangji was calm and told him he wasn’t getting a divorce to marry him again later

This calmed down Wei Wuxian and they stayed officially married

Lan Xichen was confused but is okay if his brother is happy

Jiang Yanli thought it was hilarious and was overjoyed, Jiang Cheng just scowled

Their friends were not shocked in the least

2011 - 2012 (Ages 22 - 23)

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji graduate from undergrad in May! They both have plans to go to graduate school that fall

In June, they both get their first tattoos and get more ear piercings

Not far into the summer tragedy strikes the Jiang family

In June, Jiang Yanli and her husband, Jin Zuxian pass away in a car accident and leave their 5 year old son, Jin Ling

Jiang Cheng immediately takes in the boy to raise as his own at 21

Wei Wuxian takes this extremely hard and falls into a numb state. He even defers his first year of graduate school to start the next year because he wouldn’t be able to handle it

Not even 2 months later in August Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian become parents

Wen Ning and Wen Qing were contacted by a social worker about a far down the line cousin who was just placed in the foster system, and they were looking for family to take care of them

Wen Ning and Wen Qing both didn’t even know about that part of their family and were not equiped to take in a child, but did get in contact with Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian

Wei Wuxian was hell bent to take the child in because a 5 year old was not getting put in the system under his watch. Lan Wangji was worried because Wei Wuxian was going through an insanely hard time and not handling his grief terribly well, but they decided to anyway

Wei Wuxian took to parenting Lan Sizhui, against all odds, very well

Lan Wangji started his masters program of Music Ethnology (research focus: guqin music), along with having a teaching assistantship in the Anthropology department

While Lan Sizhui is at kindergarten during the day, Wei Wuxian works as a barista

This is very good for Wei Wuxian and helps him slowly cope with the loss of his sister

2012 (Age 23)

After a year off, Wei Wuxian enters his MFA program in Creative Writing (project: writing a novel inspired by Zhiguai). He also has a teaching assistantship in the Literature department

Jiang Cheng also moves him and Jin Ling to Oregan right before 1st grade so Jin Ling can be closer to family and get to know his cousin

Jin Ling and Lan Sizhui go to the same elementary school and are in the same grade, but not the same class

Lan Sizhui meets his best friend forever in the first day of first grade, Lan Jingyi

Lan Sizhui is a perfect little ray of adorable sunshine and is the sweetest and most selfless boy, and around this time is when he started calling Lan Wangji “A-die” and Wei Wuxian “Baba” full time

Jin Ling is basically a Jiang Cheng mini me, just sassy and grumpy but also cares deeply for those he loves and doesn’t know how to show it very well

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji continue to get more tattoos and damn near have maxed out space on their ears for piercings

Lan Wangji gets a septum (he flips it up on campus and when teaching). Wei Wuxian gets an eyebrow piercing

2013 (Age 24)

Lan Wangji starts his doctoral studies in his PhD program, looking to get a doctorate in Music Anthropology (research and dissertation topic: the cultural impact and evolution of the guqin during the Tang Dynasty). Of course, he still teaches in the Anthropology department

Wei Wuxian starts his second year of his MFA program

Lan Wangji starts stretching his ears

2014 (Age 25)

Wei Wuxian starts his doctoral studies in his PhD program, looking to get a doctorate in Chinese Literature (research and dissertation topic: the evolution of Zhiguai during the Tang Dynasty). Of course, he still teaches in the Literature department

2018 (Age 29)

Lan Wangji manages to chug out his PhD in just 5 years and is a doctor of Music Anthropology! He falls into a professorial position at the college as he learned he loved teaching and wanted to keep doing it

He continues to do research and publish papers

2019 (Age 30)

Wei Wuxian also finishes his PhD in 5 years and is a doctor of Chinese Literature! He falls into a professorial position at the college just like Lan Wangji

He doesn’t do research, but does publish short stories and works on novels

2021 - 2023 (Age 32 - 34)

Lan Xichen, now 35 and a successful businessman, calls Lan Wangji one day and says you’ll never guess where my company is relocating me

Lan Xichen moves to Oregan and is where the rest of the family is!

Lan Xichen starts an unlikely friendship with a 31 year old Jiang Cheng, who is now a veterinarian

This friendship just looks odd, with Jiang Cheng being a top tier grump and Lan Xichen being a golden retriever of niceness and patience. Lan Xichen is also very good with a 15 year old Jin Ling

Unknown to the rest of the family, Lan Xichen has just gotten out of a bad relationship with Jin Guangyao, using the move as an opportunity to finally break things off

The family thinks the move is what did it, and Lan Wangji has given his sincerest apologies to his brother as he spent all of his 30s with this man and everyone was expecting them to get married

Lan Xichen met Jin Guangyao through Jin Zuxian (he is his half brother) while they were in university and they were friends for almost 10 years before they got together at 30.

What they don’t know is that Jin Guangyao was not a good partner, treating Lan Xichen horribly when it came to his emotions and being mentally manipulative

Lan Xichen actually put in for the relocation himself, not his company moving him like he told the family. He didn’t see any other way how he was getting out of that relationship

Nonetheless, being around his family and his friendship with Jiang Cheng is a great change for him

When Lan Xichen moved to Oregan and put on his facebook he was single again (of course Lan Xichen uses facebook and updates status like a top tier millenial), he got a message from Mo Xuanyu, Jin Guangyao’s cousin that grew up with Jin Guangyao. They had never really talked before and he thought he was odd, but when he opened the message it just said “I’m sorry. I know how he gets.”

That started a weird friendship where every 6 months they have a phone call. They never talk in between and it’s just a thing they do

Wei Wuxian is betting for Jiang Cheng and Lan Xichen to have a beautiful slowburn romance. Lan Wangji is betting against it because he doesn’t like Jiang Cheng too much and thinks his brother can do better (he also understands whatever makes his brother happy is the most important). Wei Wuxian thinks this makes it funny

2024 (Age 35)

Lan Sizhui, Lan Jingyi, and Jin Ling are all 18 and start college at the same liberal arts college Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji teach at!

Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi dorm together of course

Jin Ling dorms with a boy named Ouyang Zizhen

The boys are one big 4 member friend group who bring chaos to everything they do

2025, Present Day (Age 36)

The quartet of boys are 19 and live in a 4 person on campus apartment (lord help their neighbors and anyone who lives on their hallway)

Jin Ling has a dog named Fairy he got as a teenager that lives with Jiang Cheng (Jiang Cheng refuses to let him fill out the paperwork to let him live on campus with them)

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji are just iconic, clearly retired emo kid academic weapon professors, who are young and hot and whose students LOVE them

Do their students know they are married or even really know each other? No

Do they cross paths a lot with their departments? Also no

Wei Wuxian teaches mainly fiction workshop classes because he thinks they’re fun and wants to give students “playtime” that isn’t stressful

He also teaches electives on Chinese literature and zhiguai

As a professor himself, he hates going by Dr. or Professor and strives to be the fun professor, so his students can just call him Wei Wuxian

He has an open door policy and his office hours always have students just sitting in his office ranting to him and eating snacks

He CLEARLY is a retired emo kid pushing the professionalism boundary wearing black and red, band tshirts, vans, black jeans, etc. He often puts his hair in a long ponytail or in a messy bun up with a pencil. His tattoos are on display and always has his earrings and eyebrow piercing in, even if its technically against work dress code as a professor as he pushes the “your physical appearance does not define how professional and qualified you are” agenda

Lan Wangji teaches a lot of core intro Anthropology class like intro to anth, cultural anth, music anth, etc along with electives on music theory and Chinese cultural music

As a professor himself, he is of course a to the book professional but wants his students to succeed and is weirdly lenient. Obviously, goes by Dr. and Professor Lan

Before people take his classes, they are scared from intimidating rumors. After they take his classes, they are like his classes changed my life.

He also looks like a retired emo kid too but you really have to look for it. His work outfit is often black slacks, a black shirt tucked in, a light pastel cardigan, and black boots. His hair is halfway down his back but is always very neat and loosely clipped back. All of his tattoos - which honestly he has more tattoo than skin now - is hidden under sleeves and pant legs. You would never guess he has any. He takes a lot of his piercings out of his ears or puts in unassuming studs. At this point, he has 8 mm gauges and he puts in black plugs that make it look like basically normal ear piercings. He also flips up his septum when on campus. He also has a tongue piercing because why the hell not and I said so.

Wei Wuxian keeps telling him he doesn’t have to hide who he is on campus and does his professionalism rant, but Lan Wangji just doesn’t want his students asking questions or bringing much attention to himself

Lan Wangji always has at least 1 or 2 students come to office hours a couple times a week but students tend to be scared to talk to him one on one, even though the ones who come have said he is very nice and understanding

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian have two rabbits named Suibian and Bichen

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fall out boy is basically a short guy with the most angelic voice you’ll ever hear, an emo kid that turned into rapunzel in retirement, a naked drummer and joe trohman

[yokumirumerafan]

Inspired by dandadan, can you make a female old hashira reader x platonic demon slayer (except for the uppermoons) ? the reader is like seiko ayase! both in personality and physique, she is old but maintains her youthful figure and fighting skills, she is very strong and retired, but she has a personality like the character! sarcastic, stubborn and sometimes acting like a young woman, she doesn't like to be treated with too much respect and she is very funny! :3

YEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS YOU JUST ACTIVATED A LEVEL 10 BADDIE REQUEST ✨👵💥

We got ourselves a Sarcastic, Retired, Baddie! Hashira Reader based on Seiko Ayase from Dandadan—you know what that means: 🔥 MILF ENERGY 🔥 She's got the skills to wipe the floor with demons 🔥 She's got the jokes, the sass, the “don’t you dare call me ma’am” energy 🔥 She's old, but her figure is giving “Are you sure you’re not 25?”

🔥 Kyojuro Rengoku

“Former Hashira-sama! It’s an honor to—”

“Finish that sentence and I’ll throw this sandal at your face.”

Kyojuro: 😳🔥

You remind him of his mom and a drunk aunt at the same time.

He admires your strength deeply, and you absolutely lecture him like a proud big sis.

“Eat more, kid. You're all bones and eyebrows.”

🌊 Giyuu Tomioka

You once slapped his shoulder and said, “Smile, Emo Water Boy!”

He blinked. You blinked back.

Then he actually chuckled.

You’re the first person who isn’t scared of awkward silences. You just fill them with jokes.

Calls you “Granny” once and nearly got drowned in tea.

🦋 Shinobu Kocho

Loves you. Absolutely ADORES your sarcasm.

You two gossip like two high school girls after a mission.

“That demon’s technique was flashy but shallow—like your eyeliner in 1902.”

You: 😌 “At least I had a social life, Butterfly Girl.”

Shinobu: 😭💅

🌸 Mitsuri Kanroji

You’re like her favorite wine aunt who shows up once a year and hugs her too tight.

“Mitsuri baby, how’s your love life? You bag a man yet? Or two?”

Mitsuri: 🥺 “I’m still working on it!”

You: “You need to lead with the boobs. I told you this.”

cue Mitsuri choking on mochi

⚡ Tengen Uzui

“Damn, old lady, still got it, huh?”

You: “Still got more than you do, Feather Boy.”

Instantly became besties.

You both have ✨extra✨ energy. Probably the loudest duo at any gathering.

He once challenged you to a flexibility contest. You won. Then pulled a muscle and smacked him with your fan.

😤 Sanemi Shinazugawa

He tried to act tough around you.

You: “Didn’t your mama ever teach you manners?”

Sanemi: “Tch—what’s it to y—”

You karate chopped his neck. He passed out for 3 seconds.

Now he acts like a grumpy nephew around you. Secretly respects the hell out of you.

You braid his hair once while he's injured. He doesn’t talk about it.

🐍 Obanai Iguro

You: “Why are you hissing, child? I already fed you.”

Obanai: “…”

You weirdly get along well. He doesn’t talk much, but you talk enough for the both of you.

Kaburamaru likes sitting on your shoulder.

You call him “No-Eye Emo Boy” and he grits his teeth but lets it slide.

🌫️ Muichiro Tokito

“Are you my grandma or my aunt?”

You: “I’m your nightmare.”

He asks the weirdest questions and you just roll with it.

He likes watching you fight—he says it looks like “a dancing dragon.”

You gave him candy once and now you’re his new favorite person. He forgets you’re “old.”

💪 Gyomei Himejima

“You are a shining example of strength and wisdom.”

You: “Awww, stop. You’ll make my old heart do a backflip.”

You two sit and meditate together, and you always end it with, “I miss when I could touch my toes.”

He tears up over how youthful your soul is.

🍡 Tanjiro Kamado

He’s so polite and sweet it makes your sarcasm go into overdrive.

“Thank you for the tea, ma’am.”

“Ma’am?! Oh honey, do I LOOK like your grandma??”

Tanjiro: 😭 “I’m sorry!”

But you adore him. You call him “sweet bean” and ruffle his hair like your own kid.

He’s your emotional support cinnamon roll.

⚡ Zenitsu Agatsuma

You flirt with him just to mess with him.

“Hey cutie, I’d date you if I was 70 years younger.”

Zenitsu: 💀💀💀

He screams in fear and love at the same time. You once paralyzed him by blowing him a kiss.

You call him your “emotional support pigeon.”

🐗 Inosuke Hashibira

“OLD WOMAN FIGHT ME!!!”

“CALL ME OLD AGAIN AND I’LL SNAP YOUR BACK LIKE A TOOTHPICK!”

You spar daily. You win daily.

He once said, “You’re fun. You fight like a bear who drinks tea.”

You’re now his favorite human. You let him wear your scarf once. He never gave it back.

💔 Genya Shinazugawa

Tries so hard to be respectful but you make it impossible.

“Genya baby, don’t look so stressed. You’ll wrinkle that cute face.”

“M-MA’AM??”

“Don’t ‘ma’am’ me or I’ll call you Gen-Gen for life.”

You bond over sniping techniques and sibling trauma.

You absolutely baby him and he secretly loves it.

[ficandkaboodle]

Kids Freaking Love the Papas

It doesn’t matter the Ministry (Lincopia, LA, or Other): Kids love the Papas. However, it’s obviously very different from how adults love them. Adults seek guidance from them, they must after them, they revere them.

Kids just think they’re funny and weird and flock to that.

Primo says the most morbid shit and kids bend in half laughing and running around him. He doesn’t take offense to it, which stuns the adults. In fact, sometimes Primo takes the time to teach the youngsters how to garden. I mean, he doesn’t have much else to do in his retirement; may as well give them Dixie cup bean sprouts. It’ll teach them dedication, which can be repurposed when they’re older, he reasons. (In reality, he actually just enjoys teaching.) It doesn’t register to the kids that this misanthrope is saying the most macabre stuff and believing every word of it. They just think he’s a funny old man who says funny and weird stuff.

Kids flock to Secondo the way all kids flock to that one socially awkward, emo cousin who holes themselves up in their room. Only in Secondo’s case, they like to come into his office and bug him. He doesn’t dislike kids, he just doesn’t know how to interact with them. As a result, his methods of entertaining are…questionable. He has to reorganize his shelves and decor for a peace of mind. He knows better than to expose them to some stuff, but he finds it very difficult to navigate stories without slipping in some less than PG content.

Terzo, on the other hand, is awesome with kids. He humors them, he talks and listens with them, he plays with them if he can, they think it’s funny when he walks into things or trips and falls. They taught him how to Floss. He accidentally (??) teaches them new cuss words. One Yule, he gifted them all kazoos and taught them how to perform with them rather than just making migraine-inducing noises. Suffice to say, when he had to leave his previous location to ascend to Papahood, he left behind a few little buddies who were very sad to see him go and made him drawings he keeps in a special box for when he’s down.

Copia wants to be good with kids. He really does. But he worries he comes off as awkward and weird to them. Ironically, he’s so focused on these convictions that he doesn’t realize kids do, in fact, like him. The louder ones like how frazzled he gets and the quiet ones appreciate that he isn’t imposing or intimidating. Kids love gross and/or unusual things so when they hear that the new Papa has pet rats, they’re all clamoring to see them. Copia is more than happy to introduce his children to the Ministry’s children and teach them how to gently handle them. It’s like one of those animal expos you see at the zoo, it’s real neat. Plus, this Papa has all the best juice boxes!

[viorel-lette]

Before you lock in with k pop demon hunters I have some ideas for hobbies after the incident in sugarcoated

Mystic flour still knits but she now works at a retirement home as a nurse, cloud hatte is a service dog and peach blossom is another nurse

Burning spice is a quarterback and is either the leader of the hooligans or second in command and the spice tribes are the hooligans, nutmeg tiger is right under him

Shadow milk still reads and draws, but he has been reading less after the incident and transitioned to theater and he is now the Regina George of the theater kids, black Sapphire and Candy apple are similar to Gretchen and Karen respectively

Sugers family owns a bakery (you mentioned she likes to bake) pavlova and sugerfly work for her parents and are forced to be happy at work. Sugerfly has dyed hair to substitute her wings and her and pavlova can have a look/body positivity and romance subplot.

Silent salt as you mentioned became emo, but he also volunteers at the local Catholic Church (based off the September leak)

An elder fairy had at least white lily as a girlfriend

Hope there not too bad

OMG HEY ITS YOU AGAIN!!

Your ideas are literally so close to what I have in mind ashdkfh– before I rant and doodle dump on you, White Lily as EFaerie's gf or at least another very close friend similar to Mystic is one of my biggest HCs that I have with him–

Plus the idea of Shmilk changing his interests over time are so on point like are you sure you're not digitally reading my mind 😰

Putting aside the possibility you're somehow a digital telepath, here are my current ideas for the hobbies of the Real-world gang ^^!!

[QUICK WARNING: VERY LONG POST AHEAD!]

1) You're right about Mystic being a nurse!! Although before that hc, I thought of making her take a course in psychology, but felt her being a nurse fit her healer role much more. I also always had the hc of Haetae being her pet doggo, he's one the reasons she slowly got out of her depressy state :D so your idea of him being a service dog is right on!

Ooo and Peach blossom being a fellow nurse is something I never thought of, but definitely welcome! Peach Blossom was lowkey one of my favorites when I first started CRK, so this is a win-win for me 😋

Though instead of also being a nurse I think I'll hc him taking a course phycology instead! These two will be roommates in the collage their at ^^

I've also mentioned before she's a mix of Hero and Kel, and leaning more onto Hero's side, her decision of becoming a nurse was more of an grief-stricken choice (Kind of similar to how Hero wanted to be a chef, but decided to follow his parents wish of him becoming a doctor after Mari's death). Mystic, with her talent in embroidery, crochet, and sewing in general, wanted to be a tailor or fashion designer. But after the "accident" with Faerie, she held severe guilt of not being able to somehow help and feared of having something similar happen to the kids. So setting aside her dream, she instead pursued a path in the medical field.

2) BSpice being a quarterback is not too far off! He dabbles in a lot of sports and reasons that it's because he gets 'bored' too easily when he stays in one. But kind of similar to Spice's destructive deppresies in game, it's more due to the numbness caused by EFaerie's passing and everyone drifting apart, which he tries to satiate with the thrill he finds in sporty activities.

And about Nutmeg tiger, she's basically the equivalent of Kim in this AU! Spice and the spice tribes as the hooligans are a definite must ✊

ALSO! I know I gave Shmilk the drawing hobby, but I've decided that he did AFTER the accident, before, Spice was more of the artist of the group and the reason why Shmilk got into drawing in the first place! But after the trauma beam he kinda gave up on it.

And I know that this isn't related to hobbies, but similar to a lot of modern aus, I head canon him to have indian roots ^^! They usually have a big families and Spice's was no exception. He visits family funerals almost all the time, though they usually live pretty far and he wasn't really close enough to know them well– he finds himself used to funerals and all that. So his reaction to Faerie's passing kinda went not very goody

This also relates to him being the Herald of change :D Born, grow, and wither, that's what they all do, and all that stuff!

3) As you've mentioned, Shmilk does gradually read less books after the "accident", but not because he lost interest in the hobby but more due to EFaerie's passing being the talk of the town for a while and constantly being written in news papers. Along with this, EFaerie had a hobby of reading a lot himself and was very interested in entomology (the study of bugs), and was especially knowledgeable in butterflies! He's also the reason why Shmilk got into insect assigning as well. Due to this, after the "accident" Shmilk avoids reading any books related to Faerie's interests and it kinda branched out from there. He also gained a sort of love/hate relationship with bugs, especially butterflies (he avoids them like the plague– Spice makes fun of him a lot for this and thinks it's because he's just scared of them)

Also! Him becoming a theater kid is so real, and the deceit trio being the theater's mean girls?? I CAN SEE IT LOL– although the current idea I have in mind which can kinda match with yours is that Shmilk slowly got more into arts and stuff after avoiding reading for a little while.

Again, re-using my old hc that Spice was the artist of the group, Shmilk learned how to draw from him and also learned how to make plushies and stuffed toys from Mystic! He found this as a pretty nice past time after the "accident", making plushies of all his friends when they all drifted apart.

Dunno if I'll go with him being a theater kid, but I'll definitely consider it when I finally get to making their real world designs, especially with theater needing him to be an actor– which perfectly fits him!! He'll definitely be meeting Candy Apple and Black Sapphire through his new found artsy hobbies tho

4) YES SUGAR'S FAM DOES OWN A BAKERY! I know most of these head canons are a given, but your ideas lowkey always hit bullseye like what,,,

Anyways, Sugar's family having a bakery is also another call back to the garden of delights which is also their Bakery's name! It tries to offer the best service, so all it's employees are required to smile all the time– And yes Pavlova and Sugarfly will be working here! (ALSO– Sugarfly having dyed hair to substitute for her wing situation?? THATS SO COOL ACTUALLY I'M PUTTING THAT IN)

Her house is similar to Marinette's house from Miraculous Ladybug!! House on top, bakery on the bottom (heh,,, get it,, 'cause,,,,,,,,ok I'm gonna stop ) . This is also important for one of the big plot points of the AU, a bakery has equipment and tools needed to bake, and a lot of these tools can be pretty sharp

Like,,, really sharp,,,

(Swapped their injuries in the 'Basil Fight'! Don't mind Basil's bedroom wallpaper, their meant to be fighting in the kitchen– Sugar may have Sunny's role, But Shmilk will be taking the eye damage so he can get the same heterochromic look his og design has– (I'm so so sorry my traumatized babyboy it's for the plot I swear)

5) Silent volunteering in the Church is actually a really nice idea :O!! I'll be adding that in as well if that's okay with you :]! Now I'll definitely add more to Silent and his possible hobbies once he releases and we get to know him more but for know, one of my current ideas is that before the accident, he usually didn't speak much, but when it's something he's interested in or feel deeply about, he could rival Shmilk in a yapping contest

6) As I've mentioned, EFaerie really likes butterflies :D This is kind of a small call back to how he's the fairy king and stuff but he also got into it when he found out that their one of the many insects that are attracted to lilies! Very smol fact but he ranted to Lily about and she thought it was cute ^^

Another hc is that once he got into the butterflies and lilies rabbit hole– he branched out to learning about botany. He learned more about different flora and fauna– which led him to choose the tree that eventually became their tree house!

This is this AUs version of the silver tree AND the Omori gang's tree house where you can find the treasure chest! Which doesn't imply anything bad at all :D!!!

Oof and that's all I can think of for now! Thank you so much for sharing your awesome ideas with me!! They're so creative and I could never have thought of half of these :O

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THE WOMEN OF HANNAM-DONG (C.SC — 18+)

CHAPTER 2 — AN HEIR TO A THRONE

The neighborhood of Hannam-dong, or as tourists would call, "the land of the rich", is a place where you can visit and relax. You would think, a small neighborhood like Hannam-dong wouldn't hoard any dark secrets. That everyone that lives there were innocent. Well you're wrong. In this small neighborhood, everyone knows everyone. If you think your secret is safe, you're wrong. They'll find out, whether you like it or not.

THIS BOOK HAS MULTIPLE CHAPTERS WITH THE POSSIBILITY OF IT BECOMING A SERIES. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

౨ৎ PAIRING: choi seungcheol x song hyeri (afab!oc)

౨ৎ GENRE: angst, thriller, and murder-mystery.

౨ৎ TAGS: mentions of death, murder, gossip, blood, cursing, and more.

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“So, Hye-ri, how’s your work?” My cousin, Hong-seok, asked out of the blue. Making me turn my attention to him.

“It’s good. It pays the bills.” I said. It’s not good, Hong-seok. I hate my job.

“That’s good, you know. You’re doing what you really love.” He spoke. As if I would believe that he’s being sincere.

I simply nodded. After the brief interaction I had with Hong-seok, he immediately went on and on about his hobby. A hobby that is famous among old, weird, heterosexual men. Shooting. It was the straightest thing I have ever heard. For decades, the men in my family (except Jin-young, who said that shooting as a hobby was for boring old men) would always go to the town’s shooting range every Sunday. They either shoot cans or, if cans aren’t available, they shoot birds. Which is the most gruesome thing someone could do. So as the conversation took a turn, I looked at my mom and smiled. 

“How are you?” I asked, my gaze fixed on her.

“I’m fine, darling.” She smiled. I knew it was fake. My mother was never fine. But I nodded. Pretending that I didn’t know that she was faking everything.

“How’s Dad?” I asked, looking at my father, who was having a serious conversation with my Uncle Jae-dok.

“He’s still the same, my darling.” She said, forcing a smile as she looked at my father. “How about you? Are you in a relationship right now?”

God, that fucking sentence. A sentence I tried to avoid for the past several years. Two boyfriends. I only had two boyfriends since high school. The first one was Il-sung. He was that emo kid in our school. Then the second one was Nam-jun. He’s the guy you would a call a dumb jock. Other than those two, I never had the time to seek love or even flirt.

“I’m single, mom.” I chuckled. As I left my mother’s gaze, I quickly saw Seung-cheol’s eyes fixed on me. “Is there any problem with that?” I asked, the cow dying a second time as I roughly sliced it.

“Nothing,” he laughed. “I was just wondering why a beautiful woman like you is single.”

Are we in the 1970s? Last time I checked, it was 2023. “Did I hear that right?” I gritted my teeth.

“It was just a joke.” Seung-cheol laughed again, but this time, his eyes were fixated on mine. “I heard you were managing a firm in Busan?” he asked.

“Yep,” I say quietly. “It’s just a small one.”

As everyone at the dinner table conversed with one another, it felt like Seung-cheol and I were alone, just the two of us at this big table. My mother, who immediately noticed that my focus was solely on Seung-cheol, smiled and took it as a cue to talk to someone else. “What about you?”

“I freelance,” he said coolly. “Sometimes I work at my family’s business, sometimes I don’t.”

“Everyone, I’d like to thank each and every one of you who came here tonight. My children, grandchildren, and our closest neighbors.” My grandmother stood up and spoke, breaking Seung-cheol and I’s conversation. “As you all know, my husband and I are slowly retiring. We both want to enjoy our lives.”

“Do you think mother will finally do it?” Aunt Ha-neul whispered to my mom, a worried look washed over her face.

“I don’t think so,” my mother replied. “She’s too weak.”

The crowd went silent, listening intently to what my grandmother had to say. “That’s why over the next few months, you’ll see a new person in charge of every business we have. My children are not the only ones in the running — my grandchildren as well.”

“What?” Uncle Dae-won yelled, surprising everyone. “I can’t believe this. I worked hard to get that position, and you’re telling someone in their 20s can snatch that from me?”

As Uncle Dae-won stood up, my grandfather, who was trying to keep his cool, also slowly stood up. “I’m sorry to our guests, but if you’re not a part of this family, the helpers will escort you out.”

“I guess we’ll have to continue our conversation another time,” Seung-cheol smirked as he left the table, not waiting for a response.

After non-family members left, Uncle Dae-won and his siblings all yelled at each other, clearly angry at what my grandmother had said. My grandfather tried to calm everyone down, but failed miserably. Everyone aged 40 and up stayed at the dining table. I, on the other hand, left quickly and took my old sedan for a spin. As I stopped at a nearby coffee shop, I gently turned off the car and lit a cigarette to ease the nerves.

Smoke quickly filled up my car as the raindrops lightly tapped the glass in front of me. I tried opening the window, but much to my dismay, it was stuck. “Fucking hell,” I whispered, the cigarette hanging loosely from my mouth.

“Excuse me, this parking space is for paying customers only.” A staff member knocked on the glass. “Are you going inside to buy?” he asked politely, to which I replied with a simple ‘no.’ Embarrassed at the fact that I just got told off, I quickly turned on the engine and left.

“Where do I fucking go now?” I whispered. As much as I want to go back home, it’s probably a bloodbath there by now. My uncles are having a pissing contest on who should be the new chairman while their wives try to stop them from having a stroke or something that could kill them. “Hey Siri, call Ho-sook.”

“Hello?” Ho-sook spoke.

“Hey, it’s Hye-ri.”

“Oh, hey, unnie,” they laughed. “I’m sorry I wasn’t at home to welcome you. I had to finish up some work.”

“It’s fine. Just be happy you weren’t there.”

“Why, what happened?”

“Halmeoni announced that she and Halbeoji are retiring.”

“Are you serious?”

I laughed, trying to suppress any more unsolicited information. “Yup. Be home by tomorrow and I’ll tell you all the details.”

“I’ll try, unnie,” Ho-sook said. “Mom said the neighbors were also there. That’s awkward if it’s true.”

“Yeah, the Choi family was there.”

“Oh, so you’ve met Seung-cheol, then.”

“You know him?”

“He introduced Yu-na to me,” Ho-sook said. “And who doesn’t know the infamous Seung-cheol?”

[andradrawsstuff]

Stevie info sheet 💙🖤❤️

Full name

Stevie Maria Nyx

(They both agreed on Stevie)

(Shadow added Maria)

(Sonic thought he was clever by adding Nyx at the end, with Shadow only realising why months after her creation)

Age

21

Pronouns

She/they

📚Lore 📚

After more than a decade of him and Shadow being together and occasionally babysitting their friends’ kids, Sonic realises he wants a kid too. Shadow takes some convincing, scared that he would be a terrible parent, but he warms up to the idea over time. Their only dilemma is how they’re gonna get a kid in the first place. So, Sonic comes up with the genius idea to ask a now retired Dr Robotnik to make them one as Gerald did with Shadow, using his research as a baseline. Shadow (for very obvious reasons) doesn’t trust Eggman, yet Sonic pathetically begs him and promises to never bother him again afterwards, with Eggman reluctantly complying so that he’d be left alone for good. After a few weeks of research and experimenting, he realises the potential he has to make the ultimate ultimate life form that can outmatch his enemies for good, so he cherrypicks their DNA to make the most powerful creature he can - with both Sonic’s speed and resilience, and Shadow’s strength and power. After finishing the project, he loudly laughs in their faces and takes the kid to raise it on his own with his other creations, prompting Sonic, Shadow and their friends to go on a wild goose chase after him like the old times, but now to try and get their kid back. After beating Eggman one last (?) time and successfully getting their brand-new kid back, Eggman accepts defeat and returns to his retirement (who knows, maybe not for long) and the two new parents finally get to raise their new kid, although not without challenges…

As cute as Stevie was on the outside, she was a little demon on the inside. Her dads couldn’t fathom how such a small creature could be so vicious, as she would bite, scream at and destroy everything in her path. Her chaos energy was much stronger than they had imagined, so they had Tails make her some inhibitors asap so that she wouldn’t hurt herself or others. She immediately calmed down afterwards, realising that her unmanaged chaos energy was the reason behind her aggression. They agreed to keep her under control until she grew older.

🛹 About Stevie 🛹

As she grew up, Stevie became a calm and patient person, but also gained a little rebelliousness in return. She’s the best and worst of both worlds: she’s kind, carefree, justice-oriented and incredibly determined like Sonic - but she can also be quite rude, blunt and immature like Shadow, mixed in with Sonic’s unserious and lazy attitude. Stevie is also prone to oversharing and having zero self-awareness or shame, being incredibly messy and chaotic - which Sonic finds funny but drives Shadow mad, as he likes to keep the place tidy. She loves her dads very much and likes to spend lots of time with them and their friends, but she sometimes depends on them too much and forgets to give them space, especially Shadow. This is still pretty strange to them, as they’re both used to being hyper-independent their whole lives.

So far, Stevie hasn’t found the need to use her chaos energy much, resulting in her being incredibly inexperienced and unsure how to utilise it. Sonic and Shadow have both explained to her what she could potentially do and that she should train her powers, but she never really bothered to try much. She hasn’t removed her inhibitors since she was a baby, so her parents are scared that if she ever does in this unmanaged state she would become uncontrollable and aggressive again, only at a much larger scale.

✨Other stuff ✨

⭐️ Lesbian ✨

⭐️ Bit of a tomboy

⭐️ Loves nu metal, grunge metal and dad rock

⭐️ Emo/punk outfit style but with a sporty twist

⭐️ Likes sleeping all day

⭐️ Gamer

⭐️ Skateboard kid

⭐️ Loves spray painting

⭐️ Guitarist and drummer

⭐️ Likes tinkering with stuff and helps Tails out

⭐️ Fills the house with Lego

⭐️ Doesn’t like being alone

⭐️ Pizza enthusiast

⭐️ Probably has hearing damage from blasting music

⭐️ Awful singer but serenades everyone anyway

⭐️ Rouge made her the top she currently wears

⭐️ Besties with Jasper (Rouge + Knuckles’ kid), though they used to fight when they were little

⭐️ Naturally edgy but makes fun of Shadow for unironically trying to be an edgelord when he was younger

Fav song:

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Other stuff from my au:

Intro post

Knuckles + Rouge design