#esse writes

[local-human-disaster]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Somewhere, somehow, there’s now an endless sea where tea doesn’t run, and a stretch of woods where people vastly prefer a pint of ale after work, and the stars outshine even the most powerful firearms.

Or, Carlos wakes up after dying, realizes a few things about the nature of afterlife and souls and automatons, and goes to find Cheeky and Maureen for help. There's conversations to be had, between a rat spy with nothing to spy on, a no longer vengeful dancer, and a failed elderly gangster. Also they steal. A lot.

i’m so sorry to everyone who finished rfth lock stock ep4. have a very un-beta’d fix it fic from me

[local-human-disaster]

umm okay aroace bond is officially my favourite thing in the universe,, my own aroace heart is screaming. you did not need to write a fic that good how dare you

thank you thank youuuu *elaborate stage bow* yes let's project onto him i am buying him sunset aroace themed pins and earrings from etsy 🧡💛🤍🩵💙