Jae sees him coming not by the sight of him himself, but by the wave of disgruntled partygoers he leaves in his wake. Aguiar emerges from the thick of the crowd with annoyance wrinkling his nose and at least a dozen people glaring at his back. They point at him and whisper to each other, sneering.
Jae sighs, lips pursed. Bullying his way through the crowd isn’t doing him any favors, and he doesn’t seem to care. He’s going to get himself stabbed at this rate—or worse. These people don’t mess around. The still-bleeding wound in Jae’s hand can attest to that much.
Jae needs to do something about this before someone else does. They set down their hard-earned Bloody Mary on the bar and beckon him over with a curl of their hand. “Aguiar!”
“Jae?” Aguiar makes his way to them, passing by the others. “What’s up?”
That won’t work. They beckon again. “Get closer.”
He does. “Why? Holy fuck your hand—”
Another beckon. “Even closer.”
He does again. “Dude, what happened to your hand?”
Good. That’ll work. They level a sincere look at him. “Aguiar, I want you to know that I don’t mean this personally, but if I don’t do anything about it, they will, and I don’t want that for you.”
Jae winds back—
Aguiar blinks. “What?”
—and socks him in the face.
It’s truly a beautiful thing. Jae’s fist soars wide through the air and careens sideways across Aguiar’s face, catching him on the cheekbone on its way to ruin his nose. As it leaves, a few droplets of blood chase after their knuckles like paparazzi and blur themselves artfully on their skin in the shifting, colorful light of the club.
Aguiar stumbles back with the sheer force of it, eyes squeezed shut and clutching at his nose so perfectly. “GUH, WHAT THE FUCK! OW, SHIT.”
As Jae recovers their stance from before, a strange satisfaction curls within them. They find themself with a grin.
God, they think. I’ve always wanted to do that.
And then they remember. Jae turns their attention to the crowd with a holler: “I got the asshole for you, guys, don’t worry about it!”
A roar of cheering and whistling follows their decree. The people look quite satisfied. Jae nods to themself. There we go, problem solved.
Aguiar is still clutching his nose, a hand braced on the counter as he gets his bearings. “Jae, what the hell.”
Jae looks at him and—chuckles a little. They pat him consolingly on the shoulder. “Trust me friend, I’m doing you a favor.”
Though, bemusedly, they feel as though that’s not the only thing that’s been fulfilled. But they don’t get much time to dwell on it. The strikingly beautiful woman behind the bar is saying something about a “missed digit” on the number she passed over some minutes before, and Jae suddenly has more pertinent concerns. Wiping the blood off their knuckles, Jae whips out their phone once again.
Chapters: 1/9 (Complete and being updated as I edit!)
Fandom: Ordem Paranormal
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Jonas Aguiar & Alice Lucina
Characters: Jonas Aguiar, Alice Lucina (labirínto shows up for a bit but isn’t present enough to tag) (also i disintegrated eugênio he doesnt exist in this au get retconned bitch)
Additional Tags can be found under the cut!
Senhora Alice gets down on a knee to hold him by the shoulders, and the scene of blood and contorted limbs is replaced by her wide, crooked smile.
“Never mind them, Jonas.” She says it in an elated whisper, like it’s a wonderful secret just for the two of them. “They don’t matter. They weren’t meant for you. They were tainted, impure.”
They weren’t meant for you… Impure… Something clicks in Jonas’ head. His ‘foster parents’ may have chosen him, but he did not choose them. “They were unworthy,” Jonas states.
Senhora Alice beams. “Exactly! Oh, Jonas, they didn’t understand…”
She brings her warm, red-stained hands to cradle his face. Her eyes capture his like magnets, and she gives words to something that he has always felt but could never name.
“…You are meant for a purpose that is so much more than this.”
Or, in a universe where Eugênio doesn’t exist, Jonas seeks to be worthy of the purpose his Master—a strange woman named Alice—has promised him. What that “purpose” is, he doesn’t know quite yet, but he loves his Mãe! He chose her! He trusts her!
(Right?)
Reblogs are always appreciated. Happy reading! :D <3
Chapters: 1/9 (Complete and being updated as I edit!)
Fandom: Ordem Paranormal
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Jonas Aguiar & Alice Lucina
Characters: Jonas Aguiar, Alice Lucina (labirínto shows up for a bit but isn’t present enough to tag) (also i disintegrated eugênio he doesnt exist in this au get retconned bitch)
Additional Tags can be found under the cut!
Senhora Alice gets down on a knee to hold him by the shoulders, and the scene of blood and contorted limbs is replaced by her wide, crooked smile.
“Never mind them, Jonas.” She says it in an elated whisper, like it’s a wonderful secret just for the two of them. “They don’t matter. They weren’t meant for you. They were tainted, impure.”
They weren’t meant for you… Impure… Something clicks in Jonas’ head. His ‘foster parents’ may have chosen him, but he did not choose them. “They were unworthy,” Jonas states.
Senhora Alice beams. “Exactly! Oh, Jonas, they didn’t understand…”
She brings her warm, red-stained hands to cradle his face. Her eyes capture his like magnets, and she gives words to something that he has always felt but could never name.
“…You are meant for a purpose that is so much more than this.”
Or, in a universe where Eugênio doesn’t exist, Jonas seeks to be worthy of the purpose his Master—a strange woman named Alice—has promised him. What that “purpose” is, he doesn’t know quite yet, but he loves his Mãe! He chose her! He trusts her!
(Right?)
Reblogs are always appreciated. Happy reading! :D <3
elaborate au building is fucked up because you risk getting ensnared by a ship that has absolutely zero audience in the fanbase but is hauntingly compelling in the specific scenario that you have contrived
❌ Does this ship make any sense whatsoever by any reasonable metric
✅ Does the thought of these characters standing next to each other make you want to chew concrete and then break apart a nearby automobile with your bare hands
once again throwing out my very best attempt of "email trying to be soso nice and polite in a language i do not speak any formal register of" to go "hi i'm so sorry i know this is a long shot but is there Any chance of having items from your website shipped internationally. and if not that's ok i understand thank u have a good day goodbye"
love owning a record player and being able to use this as an excuse to make Questionable Financial Decisions. relatedly they sure do love making vinyl records with shipping that costs the same amount as the stupid record itself. but at LEAST i (will) have my physical albums hashtag my physical albums #myphysicalalbums
[ID: a screenshot of a twit by squid girl pearl that reads: "don't be afraid to give you bros compliments. a simple "nice outfit" or "you'd look good in a collar and leash" could make his day". End of description]
huge win for the teachings of dr. ignoreitanditgoesaway today 🔥 (had to call a guy at work but was avoiding it because I didn't know if we were on Sie or Du basis. successfully avoided this until he happened to need something from me today and called me first. so now I know we're per-Du and I checked off the thing I actually needed to call him for. success by doing nothing)
hello hello tumlr ,,, i am here to get my very own vgen code !!!
my vgen : https://vgen.co/faeriewrens :3
i need 5 unique comments and 100 likes to clear the bar to be eligible for a code , any engagement helps !
⏰ Do you spend more time reading fic, writing fic, or do you do both equally?
I think that depends on the definition of "writing", because I have definitely spent a ton of time agonising over outlining recently. so if that counts as writing then recently I've definitely been writing more than I read. (& also because all the reading I've been doing recently has been an actual book and not fic. been making my way through Hilda Furacão by Roberto Drummond it's very fun). but this also changes depending on how motivated I am to write and whether I'm currently reading (or rereading) a longfic, because if I'm doing that I will definitely just sit down and read for hours and hours a day. so it depends!
💻 Do you do research for your fics? What’s the deepest dive you’ve done?
absolutely! specifically for Starting Point I've done a couple of research dives for mostly-inconsequential details (the colour of dirt and brazilian car license plates respectively). which to be fair did at some point stop being about the fic and turned into just researching for the love of the game, and then putting it in the fic because "well I have this information now I may as well use it". but I did have a Brazilian commenter tell me they were "amazed" at the level of detail about said car license plate thing which was just very fun to me. payoff 🔥
and also of course the dirt research dive led to curly making this meme after I'd been liveblogging my dirt research in the AU groupchat: