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#au;; An Ordinary Life

ofstarsandskies · 2 years

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@selfiestar || Hello Zen, you’ve got a fan of your confidence, fresh off the grill

Walking home from a busy day at work, Ludger thought to buy one of his comfort foods: goldfish-shaped bread. The truck he bought them from was on his way home, so it’d be a quick stop. As he approached the truck, a certain customer stuck out to him.

Isn’t that...Zen?

Ludger remembered attending one of his shows when Nova won two tickets to a popular musical and she wanted a guy friend to bring along; all her girl friends were diehard Zen fans who’d squee at his presence till everyone’s ears bled. The night itself faded from memory, but Ludger did remember his burning question: ‘How can actors be so confident?’ Now might be the only time he’d get that answer--!

“E-Excuse me, Mr. Zen! Could I trouble you for a moment?” An actor probably had super important things to do, so he’d spit his question out immediately, “Um, my friend and I watched you perform once and I was wondering, what’s the key to having your level of confidence? I-I can’t picture anyone taking everyone’s attention and not just... melting into a puddle of nervous goo.” Like Ludger did. A lot.

#selfiestar #au;; An Ordinary Life #[My boi here cannot compute confidence.]#[Teach him your ways good sir.]

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klutzymaiden123 · 12 days

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Okay so apologies for how long this current chapter is taking. It isn't that I don't feel motivated, it's just that I keep writing more and more outlines for future chapters because Shortaki is finally getting somewhere.

I am still currently working on Chapter 29. It is still coming! I have not given up and I'm not even taking breaks! She shall be posted!

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strictlycanon · 1 year

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"Me too."

In the hunting life, it was almost a given to know how to fix cars. It's not like they can afford to pay someone else to fix it. Plus if they somehow managed to see inside the trunk, that would raise some alarms. So it was better that Dean knew his way around cars. He also enjoyed it too.

"Oh yeah? That's cool. Yeah, I agree. A lot more rewarding in the end when she starts up."

@amongxthexcrowd continued from x

#★ please leave a message after the beep; queue ★#amongxthexcrowd#✪ v; no ordinary life; au ✪#✪ monster hunter; interactions dean ✪

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ainyan · 6 months

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How about Kali if she was never the WoL, but rather an ordinary adventurer AU?

If Kali were just an ordinary adventurer...

... she'd never have ended up in Ul'dah. She may never have survived the Calamity, but let's say she did. She would not have ended up in the Rift, so that means she would have aged those five years and she'd never have lost her memories. She'd likely have remained in Ishgard with the heretics who raised her, and left them to become an adventurer when they began talking about civil war (having no stake in Ishgardian politics despite her childhood).

... she'd never have met Thancred. Never have become a Scion. Never have found the love of her life.

... she may have met Haurchefant, potentially even gotten involved with him, as an adventurer based out of Coerthas rather than Eorzea. But she never would have been welcome in Ishgard, between being an Au Ra (dragon-spawn) and being naturally suspicious of them from being raised as a heretic.

... she never would have returned to the Steppe and learned even what little she has about her heritage as a daughter of the Miurani clan.

... she probably wouldn't have had the opportunity to learn so many skills and crafts, and likely would have only learned the skills of an Ishgardian lancer, and perhaps a craft such as weaving or armor-making.

Kali would be a successful adventurer, I think - but she'd never be as happy as she is as the Warrior of Light, even with everything she's been through.

Send me an AU and I'll tell you some fun facts about the story...

Thank you for the ask!

#asked and answered #kal'istae miurani #au: an ordinary life

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wyllwithay · 3 months

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🌹

(For the WIP ask thing 😊)

OMG I DIDNT THINK ANYONE WOULD ACTUALLY SEND ONE

anyways, here's a moment from the show in An Ordinary Life that I can't stop thinking about:

"They took her chin in their hand, forcing her face upwards and kissing the alcohol into Karlach's mouth without hesitation. Cheers rang out from the audience as their lips met, blurring the line between putting on a show and indulging in their own pleasure."

#an ordinary life #modern drag au #bg3 fanfic

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ofstarsandskies · 2 months

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OutOfCanonShips;; Huzzah, the Modern AU drabble I put off for actually 8 years is finished! Feelsgoodman. Now to catch up on drafts now that I'm free of this beast I set out to finish. Didn't help I lost progress about 5 separate times, including an hour ago. Cross-posted onto AO3 as usual. Enjoy!

Content Warning (cw): Victor/Ludger centric (though in the AU, they're not related), also maybe Victor/Julius if you're feeling spicy.

"Ludger, I'm home!" Elle's sunny cheer lasted just that sentence once she had a look at him. "You're wearing that shirt again? You had it on yesterday!"

"D-Did I? Um, white's just my favorite color is all!" Ludger side-stepped the issue, something his audience didn't appreciate. But telling her 'your dad will kill me if I try to leave the house' would be a self-fulfilling prophecy.

His master (awful as it is to remind himself…) told him Day 1: 'Your entire life now depends on pleasing me', after all…

"…Whatever," Elle brushed past him, taking her usual seat at the kitchen table and dumping her book bag.

He understood her critique, really. He wished more than her he could do something about it, too. But until Victor sent orders to deliver him a fresh batch of clothes, he had to make due with the table scraps his master fed him.

It still beat the first few days of swapping between pajamas Victor lent him and his street clothes from when Victor’s men kidnapped him. Every morning, he'd do a small load of laundry every night before bed, throw his normal clothes in, and wake up a bit before both Victor and Elle to start their day in proper attire.

Only sometime later on a random afternoon did a bodyguard drop off enough dress shirts, dress pants, and neckties to last about a week. While not as nice as a full closet, having some variety let him pretend he reclaimed a tiny piece of a normal life. So, with a little mix-and-matching, he at least looked a bit different every day for his going-on two months of captivity.

A couple weeks using this system though, Elle made it clear she found this ‘habit’ weird. She’d ask every now and then if he liked wearing the same seven outfits, which Ludger’d segue into any other topic to avoid answering any questions which could hint at his… situation. It worked for a while, but Elle was bright for her age; his diversion tactics wouldn’t fool her forever.

Fast forward to today's instance of complaining at his lacking wardrobe. She didn't buy the 'its a favorite' line given her low grumble and dirty look, but least she dropped it to focus on her homework: a reading passage with a vocabulary list which felt way more advanced than what he remembered learning in class. The woes (or perks?) of attending a fancy private school maybe?

Halfway into her vocabulary work, Elle set down her pencil. He readied some encouragement, though not before she hit him with a difficult question, “Why don’t you buy new clothes, Ludger? Daddy and I have a whole closet, but you wear the same stuff every week!”

“Well, I…” Ludger fiddled with his tie, trying to whisk up a decent excuse. “I-I don’t have the time! Between cleaning the house, watching you, cooking meals, and taking care of what your father asks me to do, my only free time’s when I’m sleeping. Why, I wouldn’t even have spare clothes if your father’s men hadn’t dropped some off for me during work!”

Sadly, that answer wasn’t enough, “You should ask Daddy to let you take a day off to go shopping!”

“I-I can’t do that. If I’m gone, who’s going to take care of you?”

“Then I’ll go too! I’ll make sure to pick out something less lame and dorky for you!”

“I-I…” Ludger’s grave kept digging with no lifeline to save him. Unless Victor came home early, there was still another hour before the man got off work. He couldn’t be honest--Victor’s orders always ended with a ‘or you will die’--and he’d exhausted every excuse in the book. So…

“Um… ask your father about it when he comes home! If he says yes, then I’m sure it’s fine. But if he says you can’t go, there’s nothing I can do.” He’d probably get yelled at for pushing this predicament on Victor’s shoulders, but better yelled at then dead.

Elle pouted for a moment, waiting for him to change answers. A silent stare down followed for minutes, though eventually she picked her pencil back up and continued where they left off.

“Fiiiiiiine. But if Daddy says yes, you better not make more excuses not to go!”

That garnered a light chuckle, “I’m already looking forward to it. Maybe you’ll find my fashion sense better than your father’s.”

“Anything’s better than what Daddy gets. He always picks boring work stuff.”

Elle had a point, the most dressed down Ludger had even seen his boss still left him in business casual. That dress philosophy carried to Ludger’s current line-up: nothing but dress shirts, dress pants, and a proper suit for when Victor brought over special guests. It wasn’t too dissimilar to his usual look, but what Ludger wouldn’t give to wear a plain old t-shirt again…

“I’ll be sure not to pick anything boring. Blade Union’s got some cool shirts that look ‘worky’ enough to make your father happy.”

“Eh, who cares if it makes Daddy happy,” Elle said, flicking away the thought. “This is your shopping trip. We’re picking what WE think looks good on you, and he’s gotta deal with it.”

“Heh, okay, we’ll make him just watch the whole time.”

“As he should!”

With the two in agreement, Ludger left the table to check the fridge. There was just enough rose petal jam to make crepes; he’d use tonight’s dessert as his way to show his appreciation beyond a simple ‘thank you’. Ludger could already imagine the bright smile on her face once she took a bite.

If I start them now, they should be done by the time Victor’s home… Ludger thought as he reached over for the large mixing bowl.

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Right as Ludger handed Elle her plate, the front lock clicked open. Ludger followed his usual procedure and waited near the door. Once Victor stepped in, he bowed. “Welcome home, sir!” He greeted, reaching to remove his boss’ coat and hang it on the coat rack. “I made rose jam crepes for Elle just a moment ago. I set aside a few if you’d like some.”

“Maybe later,” Victor dismissed the offer, heading straight to the kitchen table to check on Elle. “How was school today, Elle?”

“It was fine,” Elle replied. “Daddy, can I ask you something?” Once her father nodded, she didn’t mince words, “Can you take me and Ludger clothes shopping tomorrow? Ludger needs new ones!”

Victor's perfect composure briefly cracked at the question, “What’s wrong with the clothes he has now?”

“He wears the same dorky stuff every day! And when I said he should buy new clothes, Ludger said no cuz he’s too busy watching me! So I promised I’d take him shopping and find him something good to wear!”

Victor didn't answer Elle right away, his face unreadable as he stared through his daughter. When he finally responded, he stood up from his chair, “Let me talk to Ludger about it.”

Ludger instantly regretted ever suggesting Elle should ask Victor once he meets his boss’ gaze. He knew he messed up whenever he saw that look-- this wouldn’t be a pleasant conversation. Alas, Ludger could no nothing but follow Victor into his bedroom and watch him lock the door behind them.

“Were you the one to suggest Elle take you out shopping?”

“N-No, I--!” Ludger’s desperate response almost cut Victor off. “Elle asked me why I don’t buy more clothes, and I told her I’m just too busy. But when she insisted, I said to ask you when you came home.” With that, he took a breath to calm down and bowed, “I apologize for not handling the matter myself, sir.”

The angry look Ludger feared was gone, but his nerves couldn’t settle with the silence replacing it. Did he do the right this? Was Victor satisfied or is his boss deciding how to punish him? Should he lament losing his one chance to experience normalcy after so long?

“Ludger,” Victor’s hand touching his cheek made his whole body flinch. His boss paid it no mind and continued, “Can I trust you won’t use this as an opportunity to run away?”

“You can, sir. I won’t leave yours or Elle’s sides for one second.”

Victor withdrew his hand. “Alright. I have one condition,” Off his boss went into his walk-in closet. A baseball cap that's collected a fair bit of dust and a pair of thick sunglasses were in his hands upon his return. “Be sure to wear these while we’re out. I’d hate for my pretty manservant to catch the wrong set of eyes.”

“Um… I’ll be sure to remember them, sir.” Ludger couldn’t tell if Victor meant his remark entirely in jest; he loved his empty innuendos. Nonetheless, he'd revel in the opportunity to feel the sun on his skin from beyond an open window. A few conditions wouldn't dampen his future good time.

Talk over, Victor opened the door and let Ludger out first to break the news to Elle. As expected, she tore through half her crepes already. The second she spotted him, she spun around in her chair.

"Did Daddy say yes?"

“He did, so don’t stay up late tonight. We’ll want to head out in the morning to avoid the afternoon crowds.”

“I won’t! But you gotta go to bed early too, Ludger! We’re not leaving till you got a closet as big as mine!”

While a heartwarming sentiment, it brought up an excellent point… where would he put his new clothes? Ludger didn’t have his own space-- his things sat on a single shelf in the corner of Victor’s closet. It’d fit another two outfits at best, but any more… he'd need way more space.

Checking Victor's expression, he didn’t object, so… maybe he graduated from ‘tiny clothes pile’ to hangers! Or at least a second shelf. Whatever saved him from restacking the same tiny pile every few days.

“I promise I won’t stay up any later than work asks me to,” Ludger wished he could offer a less half-baked promise, but those decisions weren’t up to him anymore.

Elle got the hint and assaults Victor with her best puppy-dog eyes, “Daddy, can Ludger have a break tonight, pleaaase? He can finish his chores tomorrow, can't he?”

Not even a stone cold criminal could resist Elle’s cuteness, “Alright, I’ll let him take tonight off after dinner.”

"Yay, thanks Daddy!"

With that, Elle's eyes fell on him as she held her hand up. Ludger nodded to show he's listening, assuming she forgot they weren't in class. When she cleared her throat without taking it down though, the gears clicked and he gave her a proper high five.

I'm really not used to having friends anymore, am I?

"What's on the menu tonight, Ludger?" Victor asked the important question.

"I'm thinking an old favorite of mine, mabo curry. My caretaker loved theirs with extra tomatoes, but I can cook a tomato-free version too."

Elle stuck out in disgust, "Ew, who'd ever want extra tomatoes?! Tomatoes are grosser than broccoli, celery, and spinach combined!"

"Tomatoes aren't that bad," Ludger'd argue the former three were tasty too, but all kids had their 'vegetables suck' phase. "Though I'll admit, the extra tomato version's something only my b--caretaker could love."

Hopefully Victor didn't read into that brief slip. Keeping Julius nondescript as possible might already be in vain, but if this ritual had the slightest chance of protecting his brother? He'd do anything.

"Sounds good," Good, no further question. "Cook three tomato-free mabo curries."

"Yes, sir!"

Despite the command, Ludger's hand subconsciously drifted to the beautiful organic tomatoes his brother'd kill to eat raw. Old habits die hard no matter how long, huh?

I hope you're still eating your favorites with a smile, Brother. Ludger prays somehow, his thoughts reach Julius as he grabs the pork instead. I miss you.

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"You're retiring to bed already?"

Sorting through documents since dinner, Victor didn't notice Ludger already changed into pajamas. A shame, really-- Ludger's slimmer build caused the collar to drift far down enough to bare a flawless pale shoulder. He'd willingly change that if Ludger grew more receptive to his advances.

"I promised Elle I wouldn't stay up past work, remember?" Ludger's bold almost caught him off-guard. His pet always spoke to him in his proper place. What changed? "But if you need something, I'm at your service, sir!"

"I should be content for the evening," An unknown entity within him guided his hand to gently stroke Ludger's soft hair. "Goodnight, Ludger."

"Goodnight, sir!"

Ludger snuggled into his spot on Victor's bed and fell asleep in minutes. A stark contrast to his first weeks here of pretending he wasn't awake and waiting until Victor fall asleep first, then waking up long before him to start his morning ritual. Assurances his orders weren't a ploy to murder him or steal his virtue while he slept went ignored.

Though Victor saw through the ruse, he found no need to stop it; observing if Ludger's acting skills improved from the previous night amused him enough. His act never reached anywhere near convincing, not helped by Victor's teasing him on occasion.

Rolling closer or reaching over to smooth a few locks of Ludger's hair back always made him flinch or suck in an extra breath. And when that got boring, Victor pushed Ludger's limits by asking his pet to huddle real close so he could hold him.

Ludger couldn't look him in the eye for longer than a second that whole night. Honestly, how someone Ludger's age could be so innocent and satisfying to tease is a marvel. The caretaker Ludger loved mentioning must've worked a full-time job warding off the disgusting realities of this world.

Whatever devilry they worked, watching his pretty manservant blissfully snore away stirred an odd feeling in him. Something close to how he once felt looking at his late wife, yet not as strong.

…Hmph. Best he not think that through. Once Victor "trusted" Ludger enough to keep this mess a secret, he'd be out the door.

Unless... For whatever reason, Ludger chose to stay. Elle would like that. She ignored the maids Victor fired in the past, but Ludger? Today proved how much she adored his company.

Come to think of it, Elle's never been this happy since Lara passed away. What am I lacking compared to Ludger?

Though he phrased it like a question, Victor knew the answer: he lost his humanity.

Bisley's molding reduced the people around him into pawns in his grand designs, be it in official Spirius business or his orders as the Kresnik Syndicate's boss. Dead bodies were also an inconvenience to clean up, not a precious life lost.

He and everyone who worked for his syndicate knew and accepted their world ruined lives. Hell, some reveled in the destruction and despair their work caused. Victor certainly did, though whether those feelings were by his own volition or Bisley's grooming, he couldn't say.

Though there were times he wished his humanity came back. Caring for Elle without Lara's guidance was more an actor following the script of a loving parent than the genuine gestures from a normal, loving father. He knew he loved her--he'd burn the world down in her name--yet what he called love would never be the same as Elle's or Ludger's.

Alas, regaining humanity after staining your hands time and again is a feat nobody in this rotten world achieved.

--except, perhaps, one individual. His company's former right hand.

Why can't I escape you, Julius?

Julius Will Kresnik, the man his father once called his greatest asset and deadliest weapon. Spirius employees and Kresnik members alike would've sacrificed everything in his name back in his prime. Rivals also feared his wrath should they step on the Kresnik's toes.

And yet, when the power to control Elympios itself as Bakur's successor lay in his hands? He threw it away.

"I'm humbled by your offer. However, I have more important matters to attend to right now. I wish you good luck, Mr. Kresnik," were the last words Julius ever said to him. That 'important matter' he'd attended to? Vanishing from Spirius and the Kresniks without a trace.

The sole lead (assuming it's even related) in Julius' disappearance was members of the Cyber Attack Unit reported "the kid" stopped showing up days after. Records of his or her existence were purged by the time anyone noticed; perhaps "the kid" worked with Julius to plug any physical and digital holes their mutual desertion attempt left behind. It mattered not-- fodder like him or her die off every so often.

What did matter is in the end? Julius' plan worked. By the time Victor cemented himself as Spirius' CEO and the Kresnik Syndicate's Boss, tracking Julius down meant dedicating time and manpower towards a wild goose chase that could last years.

Crown's best work, all in service of running away.

Eight years later, Victor still never pieced together what possessed Julius to so thoroughly bury his past. Bakur wouldn't have called Julius his most loyal if doubt ever clouded him; what could've broken such a resilient tool? So many questions left rotting for eternity.

If Julius wanted to pretend those thirteen years never happened? As long as he didn't snitch, fine. Not what Victor wanted, but fine.

Perhaps after his fantasy lost its luster, he might come to his senses. Victor's men made that wish no secret; those in higher positions couldn't escape Crown comparisons. Complaints under breaths about how there wouldn't be any issues if Crown were in charge persisted as well.

Julius' departure lay far behind them, and yet his influence hadn't faded one bit.

How shameful. A boss of my esteem, reduced to wishes I'd see a spineless deserter again…

Should Victor ever uncover the rock Julius crawled under, he wanted a thousand and one things from him. His undying loyalty, his extensive skills, his limitless connections, his prestigious history… everything he could want in a tool, Julius could provide. Yet what he wanted most, after seeing the warmth and joy he couldn't emulate from his beloved daughter and pet, was to ask him two questions.

Julius, how did you rekindle your humanity? Victor mused as he pet the boy who almost shared his name. Or did you never lose it?

Ludger continued sleeping soundly, his faint snores somehow soothing Victor's thoughts as he drifted off into slumber.

#d;; Fables of a Vacant Sky #au;; An Ordinary Life #jau;; A Not So Ordinary Life #[I remember when I said this would be 1.5k words.]#[Now it's double that.]#[Gonna pray my joke of 'Part 2 with be 2x that' isn't true cause if not WHEW BOY.]

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thisauofreality · 11 months

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this sort of hyper pop coloring style is DEFINITELY out of my comfort zone

anyways, I got this idea while listening to My Ordinary Life AI Covers cause the lyrics kinda matches someone on here 😳

Characters:

-Boysenberry Cookie (Top Left)

-Vitamin Gummy Cookie (Left, Asleep)

-Lilypad Cookie (Center)

-Mamoncillo Cookie (Bottom Right)

#art #digital art #drawings #original art #artwork #illustration #au #alternate universe #cookie run #cookie run au #ocs #original character #my ocs #parody #my ordinary life

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totentnz · 10 months

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"so.. how much?" kerry asked. v was sitting infront of one of his security robots, messing around with its electronics. her reply was a simple hum as she tried to separate some wires. "how much do i owe ya? for this?" he finally sat down next to her on the warm floor, reaching out to give her a hand; a hand that was quickly slapped away. she wagged her finger and grumbled, taking her time to answer. perhaps she was consulting with johnny or calculating her fee. kerry couldnt tell but the silence was frustrating. "is this a kink situation?" she finally answered, though it clearly wasnt an answer. kerry scoffed "what the fuck does that mean? asked ya a simple question." she finally turned to him, putting down the tools. "do you enjoy paying me? is it a sex thing?" a pause in which kerry tried to formulate an answer, which was difficult because this came out of nowhere. v smiled, clearly trying to hold back a laugh. she enjoyed putting him on the spot like this and while kerry hated it, he always learned something new "the answer is very different if it is infact a kink, you know?" kerry sighed and leaned back to look up, his weight resting on his hands behind him. he knew where she was going with this but making up an excuse to invite her over was simply easier. after a moment she also looked up at the sky as if to see what he was looking at. "its free if i get to spend the rest of the day here. with you." she finally broke the silence and kerry smiled but before he could reply he was cut off "and i get to use your pool. naked." "no, absolutely fuckin not." he finally looked at her again and she also lowered her gaze to him, trying to give him the puppy eyes but it never worked for her - she didnt have the right eyes for it, or mouth, or general face. "ok topless. i didnt bring my swimwear, please?" there was a seriousness in this negotiation that made kerry laugh. "fine fine" he waved her off, trying not to laugh even harder at the excitement she showed now: she practically jumped to her feet and pointed at him "johnny wants to pick the music" he knew he couldnt stop them from picking the music even if he wanted to. "dont push it, v" kerry rose to his feet as well when he was playfully pushed back down by one of her hands. "last one at the pool as to pay for food!" she laughed as she broke into a run, taking her clothes off as she went

#sammy says shit #p; my ordinary life #au: say yes to heaven #yeah im finally implementing non romantic ships in my tagging #also here is a writing tip: just write and then dont proofread it because then you wont hate it :)#i did sort of proofread this thats how i know #long post #funfact: v broke that robot when she broke into his mansion #and yeah its tagged as the au but johnny is (clearly) still in her brain so its not post game

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hirokiyuu · 1 year

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besk/instance fellow parents at the kindergarten AU

"I didn't realize you'd enrolled Tangent here as well," says Besk, voice perfectly serene, as if they weren't speaking of the other child she'd carried for nine months in her own body, as if the last words she'd ever said to Instance hadn't been if we keep this up, I think I'm going to throw myself off the fucking roof.

For her part Instance's body is wooden, the fold of her arms suddenly awkward and defensive. "It's the best school in the county," she says, voice equally stiff, and in return Besk just hums a single unreadable note and turns her head to the doors as they wait, not quite side by side.

#i feel like this prompt was supposed to be cute #however i rachel 'lover of divorce' lastname had only one possible way to take this #opposite of a meetcute. uglyreunite.#'racher is htis implying instance got tang in the divorce and dys stayed with besk' yeah #rotating this au in my mind i htink besk is less stable here than she was in canon #bc i think having a Grand Purpose wouldve been good for her versus just living in an ordinary life #which isnt to say theres not anythnig she could find in a modern au however #different i think from the concrete yet enormous goal of saving literally all of humanity u kno #anyways. thinking. thinking. thinking #thanks for thiso ne op i saw it right before bed last night and stared at my ceiling blankly for a while abt it #i was a teenage exocolonist #i was a teenage exocolonist spoilers #suicide mention lmao. it's besk #asks #anon #how do you writing

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colossal-red · 2 years

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Just an Ordinary Life: Chapter One: A Planned Escape

Tw: Swearing, Dehumanization. WC: 1,496

Quick Disclaimer: This fic is relatively confusing at the beginning, but don't worry, you'll hopefully be able to connect the dots at the end (Psst, Also, send me an ask if you're still confused, I'll gladly answer any questions!)

Tommy opened his eyes, ah, Summer Vacation. It was always the greatest time to be alive. He got up and out of bed, grabbing his phone and sending a quick DM to Tubbo that he’d meet him at Fort Big in a bit. He quickly put on his standard Red and White Shirt, heading downstairs to eat whatever Breakfast Phil had prepared for him. He made sure to be mindful of his tail however, didn’t want to get that stuck in a door again. “Philll? Did you make breakfast yet?” He called out as he took a seat at the dining table. “Yea, just one-second mate!” Came the voice of his father, the last remaining Elder in the village. Soon after he emerged from the kitchen with a plate full of pancakes, just enough for both him and Tom. “Here ya go, mate.” He said as he placed a plate of ‘em in front of him.

He finished them up fairly quickly, scarfing ‘em down so that he could go hang out with Tubbo sooner. “Right then, I’m going to hang out with Tubbo now!” He shouted to Phil as he put his shoes on at the front door, “Ok, just be back for Dinner!” “I know Dad!” He rushed out the door, heading down the sidewalk, Ranboo had just sent a message to their Group-chat together.

Ranboob:I wish I could be there today at 9:36

Tubbee:Don’t worry about it Boo, we don’t mind-

Ranboo didn’t live in their Village, he lived in some other random-ass place in Soot knows where. One day Tommy and Tubs would meet him, Tom would make sure of that. After passing several cars, buildings, and other borrowers, he finally reached Fort Big after going through the forest for a bit. He entered the makeshift Fort that he and Tubs had made years ago, and settled down on a pillow he'd sewn back when he thought he could. He sent a message to the Chat asking where the fuck Tubs was, and thankfully the dick was almost here. Tommy would've been giddy with excitement if Tubbo hadn't been practically jumping up and down when he'd suggested the idea, that they could go over The Wall. The Wall was the thing that kept all the Borrowers inside, supposedly, there was something out there that was so dangerous, that the Elders from a few decades ago decided was enough to separate Borrower-Kind, and stay in secluded walled-off villages.

Tommy thought it was bullshit, who knows what kinda cool shit they could find out there? Tubbo suddenly came into the Fort, interrupting Tom's train of thought. "Hey Big Man, sooooo, when are we gonna go?" Tubbo asked with a grin as he sat down. "I told you, Punz was gonna make the distraction tomorrow at 11:30 AM on the dot, I paid a lot of allowances for that Prick to agree..." Tubbo frowned slightly, "Isn't he part of Dream's gang?" He asked, taking out a sketchbook and beginning to absentmindedly doodle. "Yeah, but he'll do anything for the right price." Tubbo looked back up at him. "So, what should we do for the rest of the day?" He asked, slightly tilting his head, "Well, do we got everything?" Tom asked, already getting up to leave.

“Hmm, yeh, I’ve got my Big-Ass-Hammer-“ He chuckled slightly at that as he left the Fort, waiting for Tubs to follow. They walked through the forest, it wasn’t super big, but it was big enough for someone to not be found for a while. The Duo eventually came across their two make-shift swords that they’d made a year back, they looked at each other, knowing instantly what the other was thinking as they grabbed the play-swords and started battling. The duo battle for a long while, until eventually, Tomathy Inside Of It won the day! Tubs fell to the ground, laughing as Tommy tackled him, to which Tom held the play-sword to his throat and said in a mock voice, “Bye-Bye Bee Boi!” The two laughed for a bit before Tubbo got up and took on a more serious tone. “My arm does hurt a little, think I should get it checked out?”

“Hm, it’ll be fine I’m sure, makes sense though that I’d inflict that as The Biggest Man around!” He proclaimed as they continued walking, Play-Swords left abandoned. He checked his phone, damn it was already an hour past Lunch. “Where should we go Tubs?” He asked as they emerged onto the sidewalk of a street, around them was an apartment complex, a McBorrowers, a Chick-Fil-A, and one of those malls that all those weird Teen Girls went to. Tubbo thought for a moment, tail idly swinging in the wind. “We don’t have that much money on us, and I don’t really wanna go home yet…” His dad was probably drunk, so Tommy understood why he wouldn’t want to go. “Can we just have some McBorrowers?” He nodded his head in response as they crossed the street and went inside.

After a cheap as hell meal, they vibed near the edge of the wall that they’d break through come tomorrow. They didn’t do much, just plan out what was going to happen, the spot on the wall that was weakest that Tubs was gonna smash through, y’know, the usual. He checked his phone, shit, it was getting late. “Tuuubbbs? It’s about time for me to go home, Phil will take the piss out of me if I’m not back before dark-“ He told Tubbo, getting up from his position next to the Wall. “K sounds good Big Man.” He responded from a tree that he’d climbed to sketch a bee. “Bye Tubs! See you tomorrow-“ He began to walk home, walking at a fairly quick pace with how fast it was becoming dark.

He trusted Tubbo to get back home, so he didn’t worry too much about him. He entered his and Phil’s apartment, and emerged into the living room, he could smell something coming from the kitchen, which he then saw was a plate with Meat from the Church of Soot. It was an odd thing, the Church. Every once in a while, food just sorta appears outside of it, which people claim to come from Soot, who was some sort of Deity or some shit. He didn’t really believe in that sort of thing, but there wasn’t really another way for food to magically appear like that. That’s just kinda the way it’s always been, but he was hungry, so he took the plate that was awaiting him, and read the note on the fridge.

“Hey, Toms!” The note read, “Sorry I can’t be here, I got called in to go do some work for the President, and as such, I’ll be back at around Midnight.” Tommy frowned, that was odd, his Dad had been going out more and more for ‘work’ late at night recently. Tommy suspected it wasn’t actually that, but to be fair, as Phil is the only living Elder who was alive back when the Walls went up, it made a tiny bit of sense. But the way Phil treated it when Tommy was around to witness it made him think he was seeing someone. Eh, he didn’t give that much of a shit anyway, as he downed the food and got ready for bed, he thought excitedly about what he and Tubbo were gonna do once they were outside. First thing, after exploring, they were gonna find Ranboo and figure out where he lived, after exploring of course. Eventually, his eyes drifted shut, his tail going slack as he slept…

Wilbur stared through one of the many cameras around the Borrower Colony of L’Manburg. He didn’t know why he enjoyed watching the small creatures, there was just something so interesting about them that almost seemed human. It fascinated him to no end, and evidently, it had fascinated his father and grandfather as they’d been the ones to suggest keeping the pathetic creatures alive when they could’ve gone extinct. He’d especially grown to have a small affection for this one Blonde who he’d seen wander through the city, and even disappear into the forest to do XD knows what. He looked down at his clipboard, ah, Kristin was supposed to be there at the Colony right now, he was glad that she’d been wanting to look after them, took a lot of responsibility off his shoulders.

He started packing up his shit, through one of the cameras he could see the Blonde getting ready to sleep through one of the windows. He sometimes thought about going and taking him home, but it’d be way too dangerous outside the walls for such a smol animal. He left the room, flicking the lights and screens off. He wondered what had the Blonde so excited, it’s a real shame that the camera can’t pick up sound, not that he’d be able to speak English…

@squishys-soft-stories @funtimemoth

#mcyt g/t #just an ordinary life au #tiny!tommy #tiny!tubbo #giant!ranboo #giant!wilbur #tiny!phil #implied giant!kristin #implied tiny!punz #implied tiny!dream

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