#jay thompson

My Look and My Energy:

Obviously you can gather what I look like, and what my energy is like from the pictures above, but here's some more details about little old me, buckle in!

Hair: warm brown / curly (about 3a or 3b) / bangs / usually long to mid back

Eyes: Blue with a slight green hue (a bit like the ocean bcs symbolism)

Height: 5"7 / 5"8 but I often wear shoes that make me taller

Build: Muscular but not insanely - I'm an athlete and enjoy physical exercise and keeping in shape for sport, but I'm not controlled by fitness or working out - I lose some muscle and gain some fat when I stop playing sports but I loves my beautiful (sexy) body either way

Gender: she/her but other than that don't even ask, i don't wanna think about it

Birthday: December 3rd (the year changes depending on the AU) - A Sagittarius if you fuck with that sorta thing.

Culture: Middle class Australian if you can even call that culture. A bit of a bogan if you know what that is, none of my friends do :(

General Aesthetics: Grungy kinda girl / dark colour pallet / smokey foreshadow / dark red lipstick / DIY clothes, outfits, decor / red wine and cigarettes kinda girl / tattoos but half of them are stick & pokes or from sketchy sources / chipped nail polish / perfumes that smell like soil after rain, cinamon, pomegranate, musk, sandalwood, orange, and tobacco / redbull and cherry coke kinda girl / leaves my makeup on for the next day / band posters & shirtless rockstars on my wall / martinis olives and pickles with some crumbly and blue cheese encapsulates my energy well

My soul is the colour of red wine and ripe cherries and blackberries and the night sky and the dark side of the moon and black coffee and hibiscus berry teas and moss and skinned knees and candle light and gun powder and rotting flower petals and sapphires and rubies and blossoming bruises

My Values and Personality:

I prefer the summer / a part of my soul dies in the winter

I'm queer though I don't care about putting a specific label on it (though, when I'm written into the 80's I call myself bisexual because I learnt those terms from Bowie and ran with it because that's all we really knew in small towns)

I'm working through some stuff, no matter the AU, mainly my anger issues and tenancy to jump straight to violence to diffuse a situation, which obviously only makes it worse. I don't really know why I'm like this, my psych Cindy doesn't know either, but she's helping me through it all.

I don't fuck with cheaters. For a girl of my... looseness, lots of guys in relationships tend to think I'm a floozy that will sleep with anyone. But I sometimes have some standards! I don't sleep with committed men or women. You cheat, I'm dobbing your sorry ass in.

I love lily's. All types of lilys.

I've always done well in school, things like reading and writing have always been easy, and I fly through school with good grades. It's the one thing my mother is proud of me for! I don't do as well in maths and science, but my brother helps me out when I need, and I understand enough to pass well enough.

Any guy that tries to claim that men are "naturally better / stronger / more athletic / more intelligent" than woman is getting decked. Cindy doesn't mind that one so much, anger issues are a work in progress but sometimes some idiots just need to be punched in the face.

I hate the concept of judging people by their looks. It's so stupid and outdated, people are complex! However, I definitly do judge people by their looks... I keep an open mind though! And I keep my judgments to myself. And usually it's just me spotting an alternative person out in the wild and assuming they're really cool.

I'm competative as fuck.

I don't condone bullying for the most part. I'm blunt, and judgmental, based on others actions. If someone wants to act like an idiot I'll tell them that, I'll call them stupid and run them into the ground, I don't care. But bullying someone because they're a little different? A little slower than you are? A little smaller, or nerdier, or expressive of their interests? That shit won't slide with me. Lots of kids in my brothers year level are scared of me now, I don't fuck with bullying like that.

I embrace difference, I think it's really cool. Whenever any of my friends open up about a niche interest, I'm all over it. I love when people are expressive and wacky and weird. David Bowie speaks to me for a reason.

I'm an outgoing kinda gal, love a good party and will take any excuse to hit the dance floor. I like talking to strangers, even though they piss me off and often disappoint me. I like to lie to strangers too, mess with them a little bit, my mother calls me a terror but my brother and my friends think it's funny.

My Interests and Hobbies:

I love, love, love music. It's my life. You'll never catch me not jamming out to a song in one way or another. My favorite artist is David Bowie, but I'm more often listening to Nu or Punk or other heavier genres, I've got a pretty eclectic music taste though. Here's a link to my liked songs playlist

Leading on from music, I play guitar and I've drabbled in percussion. I liked using the schools music facilities to fuck around with a few different instruments, but those are the two I'm best at. I started learning acoustic as a kid, on my old little guitar covered in flower stickers that I named Marsha (Brady Bunch - she was my first crush but I didn't know it at the time). Mum liked when I played that, then I started to learn a few rock songs, then I found an electric, I've been disappointing her ever since.

I play footy - well, at least I did back home in Australia - I've always loved the sport, my parents are avid watchers and always attended the home games. I was captain of the footy team too (until the girls team got cut in the 80's due to a lack of girls signing up and also sexism), ruthless on the feild and determined to win. I've had several injuries over the years.

I like to write sometimes, as a bit of an outlet. I didn't really explore this until I started seeing Cindy. I told her that I liked to write stories and things when I was little, when I was first learning to write and read, and she suggested I try that again. I write all sorts of stuff now, nothing good, really, but it helps distract my mind when I need it, or an outlet for all my emotions.

I doubt it really counts as a hobby, but Cindy tells me everything I get enjoyment or contempt from counts, so I like to go out under the sun for a while and smoke. Sometimes I watch the birds, sometimes I make shapes in the clouds, sometimes I count the stars, sometimes I people watch, but I enjoy that moment of serenity.

I love going to see live music, bands and stuff. Feeling the bass vibrations in my soul and thrashing around the pit, it's amazing. I fucking love a mosh-pit, and I love when I get a bruise or cut or something to commemorate the moment.

Another thing I love to do, hobby or not, is sit down with my Aunt or my friends, have a cherry coke or a glass of wine, and talk absolute shit about whatever we can think of. It's a great way for my brain to unwind after a stressful couple of days, and I love a good bit of gossip. Who doesn't?

I'm not really interested in cars by any means, but I am interested in my Baby. Saved up all the money I had and bought a second hand Dodge Challenger in honour of my dad (usually only in the 80's centric AUs unless I'm rich in modern AUs), she's not red with racing stripes like my dad dreamed of, and she's definitely not pink and sparkly like my six year old dreams, but she's Black Ghost, I named her Elvira, 'cause she's the Mistress of the Dark (or for fun, we call her the Slutmobile, because she's an easy drive and always ready to take me on one hell of a ride).

I love soaps and horrible daytime tv dramas, sue me. I love mindless, shitty television, and I love a good drama. Dynasty is my favorite show at the moment (80's), and I love House MD too (modern AU).

I also love shitty coming of age romance movies. I'm a total sucker for a cringy plotline that's super obvious. When I was a kid, I'd watch those types of movies and things with mum, ones with sappy romances and happy endings, and big fairytale ballgowns, and I dreamed of one day getting my happy ending. I still - even though it's mortifying - dream of putting on a pretty dress and feeling like a princess for the night as some handsome person sweeps me off my feet.

My Friends and Relationships:

Eddie Munson: I was created origionally as a replacement for a y/n x Eddie Munson fic (crazy, I know), but my Creator wanted to give me too much of a personality so they ended up naming me and bringing me to life instead. That's pretty cool, I guess. So, in most AU's Eddie and I end up together. Which is pretty cool, he's a really sweet boyfriend, and after all the mistreatment I've suffered from men over the years, it's nice to be pampered like a fucking princess. And yes, he makes all of my dreams come true. And yeah, obviously he brings out the sap in me, leave me the fuck alone, I'm happy. He makes me really happy. Sometimes, when I'm living in an AU where I'm paired up with someone else, Eddie and I are always friends. Our personalities mash together way too well for us not to get along. He's really sweet, and funny, and gives me discounts on weed, so what's not to like? Also, I'm a sucker for dorks. Pretty much everyone I love and value in my life is a dork in one way or another. Eddie's probably the biggest though, and I love that about him. I love everything about him, especially the strange and off-putting.

Robin Buckley: Robin Buckley, the woman that you are! Robin is my best fucking friend. She's probably the realest friend I've ever had too. She's so sweet and fucking adorable, I mentioned before about loving dorks. What's not to love about lil'ol' Buckles? Our introductions to one another are always awkward, because she's awkward and a clutz, and I don't know how to act around nice girls that I'd really like to be friends with, genuinely. But it always works out in the end. I'm drawn to her oddness, and she is fascinated by how extroverted and crude I am. We also connect over being what feels like the only two queer people -- at least women -- in Hawkins, and we both pretend that we don't develop mini crushes on each other at one point. In some AUs, my Creator likes to have us end up together, which I love, because I love Robin, and I love women, and I love eating pussy- Honestly, Creator, you gotta hook us up more, she's great! I probably end up with her the most, second to Eddie, of course. But my Creator does really value our friendship more, and as much as they love a good sapphic relationship, I'm the typa girl who really fucking needs a good female friend, and Robin is a perfect friend for me too. When in school, Robin convinced me to join her soccer team, and we were in music class, drama class, and science together. We both loved getting to nerd out in those classes together.

Steve Harrington: Steve Harrington, the man that you are! He's my best friend too, Robin introduced us and the three of us quickly became inseparable. I don't ever think I could get on the freaky level of friendship that Robin and Steve have, but honestly, I can respect that, I love when the three of us hang out and they're off in their own little world and I get to watch them be weirdos together, it genuinely makes me so fucking happy. In some AU's, Steve and I hooked up in the start of our friendship. It was most of them, and Steve would often catch feelings for me but then my Creator kept hurting their own feelings doing that because they also love Steve, so that kinda stopped. Though, our sex went crazy. Sometimes we end up together too, in a few little AU's spinning around my Creators head, but we're better off as friends. He teaches me a lot of things, he helps me realise that if he wanted too, he would. Because Steve does. He never fails. Every date he goes on, they get flowers, they get picked up and dropped home, and they only fuck on the first date if she makes a move to, and he's such a gentleman it really made me reconsider life... and my sexuality. It's so great, getting to know him, simply because he's nothing like you'd expect, a key example of why one should never judge a book by it's cover. He is also the best person to go to for a glass of red and a gossip session, he gets all the juicy stuff. We really help each other feel a little more deserving of the love we each receive. And when working together, We're the worlds best wingmen for Robin, and her biggest supporters. Steve's the first man I've actually felt fully comfortable around, other than my daddy and my brother and my Uncle Rich (but even getting comfortable with him took a while), and he's one of the few who genuinely treat me with respect and the love I apparently deserve. Steve said that is terribly sad and then hugged me a bunch, which made me cry so hard I failed at pretending I didn't care.

Max Mayfeild: In AU's where I lose my brother (most of them), I often connect with Max. We bond over the loss of our brothers, and find comfort and solace in one another. She's a few years younger than me, but I like hanging out with her anyway. We listen to cool music, and chat, and she teaches me how to skateboard, and I teach her some guitar. She tells me all about her long distance friend El, and her sometimes boyfriend Lucas, and all her little friends that I learn are Steve and Eddie's little sheep. And I tell her little anecdotes about my own love life throughout the years, but I tread lightly so as to not influence her to fall down the same tragic path I took. I give her her first cigarette, Steve gets mad at me for it, she hates it anyway, and I was twelve the first time I had one! (Looking back though, I realise this was wrong and will try to refrain from being a bad influence, mostly). We sort of become sibling figures to one another. It's nice to get to look out and help another kid, to have a little sister, I guess. And it's nice to be needed like a big sister again, she's like a little bit of glue in my fractured heart.

Wayne Munson: In AUs when Eddie and I end up together, Wayne is a massive part of our story, because he's a massive part of Eddie's. And whatever is important to the ones I love, is important to me. I was weary, at first, because he's a quiet, gruff old man, and he's Christian which has often been an issue in my past, and born in the South which I have learned often means conservative to some degree. But, alas, my judgements of his cover were wrong again! He's one of the kindest, most gentle people I've ever met. The pair of us became peas in a pod quite quickly, even though we're very different, but Eddie is the one thing that really brings us together. We connect over music, and how annoying and silly Eddie is and how much we love him, and shitty Soap TV we both pretend we don't watch, and sharing stories of our late family members. His door is always open for me, and though he's never said it, Eddie tells me he loves when I park up on the sofa next to his arm chair, because he likes chatting with me and my lively spirit reminds him of his sister. I like that I bring him that bit of comfort, he sorta becomes like a father figure to me too, is always ready to help when I get myself into trouble. Even in AU's where Eddie and I go through a rough patch, or break up, he reaches out and makes sure I'm doing okay. I check on him too. We somehow, much to Eddie's delight, become very important to each other.

My Family:

Mum; Sharron Thompson: I have a pretty strained relationship with mum. We used to be close, when I was little, a total girly girl. But things started to change as I grew up, as I got curious and a little gritty. She can't stand who I've turned into, not prim and proper and sweet, but rough around the edges and temperamental with a penchant for breaking the rules. Especially her rules. It's hard. She's Catholic, though, not strictly. Those views and values are important to her though, which I get, really, I do, having a faith is really important to a lot of people. It's just when you start treating your own kid like shit because of those "preachings in the Bible" that I begin to have an issue with it. And sure, I get that finding out your fifteen year old daughter is having sex would be a rude shock, and I guess I probably shouldn't have been doing that, but the extent of her purity culture was the real deal breaker. She made me wear a ring for it and everything, I never did, unless I went to church with her. No sex until marriage is crazy, look at the state of the world! It's depressing out here, let people be horny. And it's really rich coming from her, even though she preaches purity culture like a prayer, because I did the maths mum! I know you're a hypocrite, it takes nine months to grow a baby, I was born seven months after you married dad! But it's more the whole... everything else that my real issue aligns with. Because she calls me filthy, and a disappointment, lazy, and a slut, and tells me I should be ashamed of myself, every time I pick up my guitar, or play heavier music, or put on my footy uniform, or tackle my brother on the couch, or burp when I'm in private, or pick a pair of shorts over a dress, or let my hair sit curly rather than straighten and bleach it like hers. I just want my mummy to love me again, like when I was a little girl. I miss being a little girl, and I miss being enough for her. It feels like I'll never be good enough.

Dad; Darren Thompson: I'm closest with my dad, he's my best friend and biggest supporter. He likes to call me bug, a shortened from caterpillar, because he always tells me that one day I'm going to blossom into a beautiful butterfly and spread my wings. He got me into footy, and good music like Cream and Deep Purple and Zeppelin, and Dodge Challangers. His absolute dream car was a red Dodge, with double white racing stripes down the middle. We used to go around to scrap yards and visit sellers, and whenever he found a Dodge he'd lift me up to sit on the bonnet so i could pretend to drive it, I always felt so cool. I used to dream that one day he'd get the car he wanted, and I'd get a pink glittery one to match him, and then we could race our cars all the time. I was sure I'd win, because I had sparkle power in my pocket, and he was a great dad and always let me win the races we'd have to get inside the door after school, or on the race to see who could hug mummy the fastest. He's my biggest supporter, even if he doesn't really understand everything I do, or say, or want. He just wants me to be happy and alive at the end of the day. One time, after I broke down to him about mum, he promised that my wings would come in soon, whether I wanted to be a pretty butterfly, or a moth, or an eagle, or an aroplane, one day I'd soar.

Brother; Thomas Thompson: My little brother is pretty cool, don't tell him I said that though. He's a little shit, that's for sure. Most annoying fucking kid on the planet and his burps stink like month old sewerage, but he's chill. He's really fucking smart, a little maths and science wizz, his friend group started their own after school club where they just solve equations the whole time, it's fucking weird but I've gotta respect it. He's got a great music taste though, but only because he stole it from me. He also loves Dungeons and Dragons, and he and his little nerd friends used to play every weekend. They used to try and rope me into playing when they were a lot younger, and when I was still cool and awesome in all of their little eyes, but now I'm lame and annoying so they don't. I also think one of his friends totally has a crush on me, because he's got dyslexia and one time I helped him write and run a campaign because he always struggled too, and from then on he was always stuck to my side and asking after me. Tommy fucking hated this. It was hilarious. He's a total dork, and he stinks, and likes to come into my room and turn all the lights on, move stuff around, and then leave with the door wide open just to be a little shit. I wanna punch that kid sometimes, but I'd kill someone for him, give him my kidney too. I'll never share my fucking lamingtons with him though. He's two years younger than me, and it really shows. Little shit gets youngest sibling privileges. He got everything two years earlier than I did, and I used to beat him up for it out of jealousy when we were kids. One time he retaliated by wiping his boogers all over my favorite Barbie doll. I had a meltdown that lasted three hours, gave my parents a migraine, and used said doll to hit Tommy so hard that he had a bruise in the shape of her face on his cheek. I love him and all of his weird little inventions.

Unfortunately, thanks to my stupid fucking Creator, my family above often dies when I'm sixteen, how great! They call it "character development" and an "interesting plot-line", but I just call it trauma, you fucking cunt.

Sometimes though, they don't all die! Sometimes my mother gets to live, and then not only do I struggle with survivors guilt a lot of the time, I also struggle through the guilt of wishing it were her that died rather than my dad or brother. Cindy helps, but it's hard.

Sometimes they don't die though, sometimes they all live but there's a strain in our relationship, which is why I end up moving overseas. Because I grew up with them in South Australia, but after their deaths / the rift in the family, I move to Hawkins and stay with my Aunt and Uncle for a while.

Uncle; Richard Thompson: Rich (or Dick, as Lisa and I so lovingly like to call him) is my dads brother, and the apple didn't fall very far from the tree with them. Rich is a bit bigger and burlier than my dad, but they have identical, horrible, horrible mustaches. Lisa said she only hasn't divorced him because he looks a bit like Tom Selleck, and she likes him a lot, which I think is funny because it fuels Rich's ego a fuck-tonne. He's sweet, and he takes his role of looking after me very seriously. Honestly, he's more strict than my real dad, but it's nice, how much he cares. He always wanted a daughter, but the pair couldn't have their own kids, so he never got to be a dad, until I came around. I know I mean a lot to him, I remind him of his brother too. He reminds me of my dad. He moved to America to see his dad after finishing high school, since my grandparents on my dads' side divorced a few years prior, and gramps headed back over to the US with the rest of his family. Dad stayed home, because he'd gotten an apprenticeship and couldn't give that up, it wasn't long after that he met mum anyway. I don't know much about Rich's youth, and because of this fact I have good reason to suspect he was a little bit of a delinquent. I know that he and Lisa met in a police station, and even with a black eye he was a gentleman-ish to her. He won her over eventually though, it's his proudest accomplishment, he says. Lisa came from a conservative family too, so in order to marry Rich, she had to leave her family behind, they wouldn't support the pair of them. It was real love though. Rich say's it was because of his muscles.

Aunt; Lisa McLoone-Thompson: Lisa is way cooler than anyone would be lead to believe. She's a dedicated woman, with a huge fucking heart. She's loyal to her church, and believes in God, but she's the realest fucking Christian Jay's ever met. She runs food drives for the poor and homeless out of the church, hosts fundraisers to raise money for the hospital, the schools, the foster system in Hawkins. When she was younger, without her parents knowledge, she attended protests, and would regularly go debate the mayor about what he could do better, and would hang around the police station to help any women that would come in to report abuse, to support and believe them, especially if the police did not. She's a pillar in the community. And she gets the most random gossip, it's great, I love her so much. I hope to one day be half as cool as she is in the future. Family has always come first in her life, so leaving her own family for Richard was the hardest decision she's ever had to make. But it was the choice she had to make, at the end of it all. Her family didn't support her forward views, didn't support the idea of a woman having her own bank account, or to have a purpose other than being pretty and becoming a mother, and they didn't believe her when she told them she was raped. Richard did. Richard was there that night it happened, when she went to the police station to report it and was ignored, he didn't know why she was there, but he put a smile on her face and listened when she told him to go away. And eventually, he won her over, after finding her around town, teaching himself all about her interests, and feminism, just so he could talk to her. When she opened up about the abuse she'd suffered, he held her, believed her, supported her. He always supported her, she loves him so much. She's a big inspiration to me, and I love getting to live with her. It sometimes feels shitty though, to be around Lisa and feel comfortable being myself, when I was walking on eggshells around my own mother. She's the mother I've always wanted. I love being her daughter.

AUs I'm Imagined Into:

So, most of these AU's have not been written into stories yet, because my Creator is a sloth with severe procrastination issues and who cannot finish a WIP to save their life. But, I will be posting about them all on this blog, giving tastes into whats' being whirled up in their mind and what's already been bought to life. None of it's published yet, i don't think.

They're all organised by Hashtags that you can see listed, as well as descriptions for what they all are about, below:

#The Freak Universe - #Superache Universe - #TFU / SU Alternate Ending - #Just Like Honey - #Living With Sammy - #Eddie Falls For A Streamer - #Royal Fantasy AU - #Transfem AU - #My Dream Pollycule - #The Jay and Robin Are In Love Today AU

#The Freak Universe This is the OG fic, this is my birth and my beginning. It was originally a fic named FREAK, a y/n insert until I got a personality and was imagined up. It's unfinished but so far like 60 something chapters long, if I'm remembering correctly, but I don't think my Creator will ever finish it. It's mostly cannon compliant. And was posted on Wattpad until it got taken down for "violating community guidelines" 'cause Eddie and I fuck nasty in it. There are a collection of fics that pair with this one, this is obviously the main storyline for Eddie and I, but then theres a second part after Eddie and I break up post UD (because we develop addictions to deal with the trauma and become super toxic), where we meet at the Hawkins High 10 year reunion, where I'm married to an abusive but rich asshole and have a few kids, but I'm still in love with Eddie after nine years no contact, and it's about me breaking free from my abuser and making it back home to Hawkins and finding myself again, and helping my kids through their trauma from it, and ending up with Eddie again. And then theres a third part, very unwritten, just living in my Creators head, where my kids are all grown in their last years of highschool and heading off to college, and its more about their lives and their dramas and their traumas, which is pretty cool cause I love my kids. I also have a kid with Eddie, which is awesome because we used to dream about having a kid together.

#Superache Universe Superache is a re-writing of FREAK, however, it is significantly fucking better, actually makes sense, and gives me way more of a real personality this time, which is awesome. It too follows the cannon timeline, and sticks pretty close to the story-line, only diverging slightly to fit me into it. It ends the same way as the FREAK chronicles do, with a break up, then part two about breaking out of my abusive marriage, and part three about my kids as they're grown up. Unfortunately, Steve and i hook up in the begining and then he catches feelings for me, whilst I'm into Eddie, so I have to break his poor little heart. Sometimes, I want to punch my Creator. He does not deserve this. Robins adorable though.

#TFU / SU Alternate Ending This tag is used when I'm talking about an alternate story-line or ending for either The FREAK Universe or the Superache Universe. For example, my Creator kinda wrote one where instead of us struggling through the trauma post UD, Eddie gets sent away to witness protection and we don't see eachother for years, until we do. That, and there are a few other alternative endings bubbling up in my Creators mind.

#Just Like Honey This fic, this baby, is crazy. It's an AU where all of Vecnas victims die, but there is no UD, they're in fact stone cold murders. And I've got this horrible feeling, like all the victims are dying because of me, that we're all connected. And I can't shake the feeling of a figure outside my window. Things finally settle, and I score myself an adorable boyfriend (Eddie), all until Chrissy Cunningham (the first female victim) winds up dead in Eddie's trailer and he becomes the main suspect in the case. I fight tooth and nail to clear my boyfriends name, and I get myself into plenty of trouble along the way. It's also loosely inspired by the Jesus And The Mary Chain album Psychocandy, the chapters are all named after JAMC songs.

#Living With Sammy Modern AU, Eddie and I meet in a bar after one of his gigs, and he absolutely charms my pants off, so we start going out. It's easy breasy, until I get ghosted for like, two weeks out of the blue, and then go knocking on his door to give him a piece of my mind, only to find a little boy crying on Eddie's sofa. Eddie's dropkick dad had another kid, with another woman, before they both wound up in jail, and little Samuel has no living relatives willing to take him in, other than Eddie. He's only twenty three and still living with his uncle Wayne, but he gives everything he's got to help raise Sammy, he wants to give him the life Eddie never got to have as a kid. Of course, I instantly forgive Eddie, because over those two weeks he went through legal hell to start fostering his little brother, and we decide to keep trying in our relationship. And Sammy scores his own little sweet spot in my heart, and I love getting to help Eddie raise him. Also I'm a retired child model for some reason in this. I think this originally started off as two separate AU's but then my Creator mashed them together during a dream. I had a sketchy grandpa who was a photographer, who got me into child modelling, which exploited and fucked me up. So my dad made me quit as a kid, I couldn't remember why, so after he died I let my grandpa fly me out to America to start working again, only to remember how badly I was exploited and it's happening again, so I quit, move in with my Aunt and Uncle because I don't want to go back to my mother who kept trying to push me back into it, and then that's when I find Eddie. I get back into the modeling game, but under my own rules. Sammy and Eddie are my biggest supporters.

#Royal Fantasy AU I'm a princess in a fantastical land, my mother is Queen, my father (the late King) and my little brother passed when I was sixteen, and whilst she has the kingdom fooled, I know my mother was responsible for their deaths. Sir Steven, a loveable knight, is my personal guard and has served by my side since we were thirteen, he's my most trusted confidant. Robin is my maid / attendant, and she's been in the role for even longer, she's my best friend. No matter how hard she tries to marry me off, I've no intention of giving my power hungry mother the chance to ship me off overseas and keep her reign forever. So, begrudgingly, Steve and I decide to marry as a cover, to keep me in the kingdom. As the troops begin to return from a war that has been fighting since the Kings death, a victory on our part, a revolution begins to rise. Only a handful of my fathers soldiers return, and only one from my own guard, the eleven of them treated like scum by the Queen, only giving the correct aid and food to her own soldiers, they've no loyalty to her and put their trust and faith in me. The single soldier remaining from my personal guard, whom I have not seen for six years, is Edwin, an honorable knight who's faith and loyalty to me won us the war. And in turn, he wins my heart as well. It is with him that I uncover the prophecy given to me when I was a small girl, and the revolution within the kingdom begins, calling for the death of the false Queen, and the rise of my reign, that I uncover the truth of what happened to my father and my brother. And I also have a really cool pet dragon named Stargazer.

#Eddie Falls For A Streamer In this modern AU, I'm a streamer... A streamer with an army of incels and freaks that pay me money to tell them they're stupid and gross, and show my cleavage when I'm gaming. They're nothing but my pay pigs, and they know that, and they love that. I bought a house and my dream car with their loser money, and they all know they'd never have a chance with me. And then I meet Eddie, and he's great, and I want to have him so badly, but theres the tricky thing of telling him I'm basically an OnlyFans creator except I don't get naked 99% of the time. But, hey, a job's a job, and Eddie respects that. I wan't full transparency with him, so I make an account for him to access all my streams and content, and I tell all my pay pigs that I'm seeing a guy that's a million times better than them, and he... likes it? Eddie is totally into it. And I love a guy who wants to beg for it.

#Transfem AU I'm transfem in this one! Yay! And finally, my family doesn't die. My mum, however, is super transphobic and does not accept me in the slightest, Tommy loves me blindly so he doesn't mind, and Dad... he doesn't get it at all really, but he tries, and he respects me and loves me anyway, so it's nice. However, I can't handle being around my mother like this, so I head overseas to my Aunt and Uncle for a while, because dad told them over the phone about me, and they keep checking to see if I'm okay, and if mums changed her ways yet. When I get there, I get to be Jay, not the guy I was before. I get started on estrogen straight away, and my Aunt and Uncle love and accept me for it too. It's nice getting to be myself in a place where no one knows who I was. I get my E shots from the local drug dealer, I tell him some lie about being sick and denied proper treatment in the hospital, and he shrugs it off and doesn't ask anyway. We begin to chat on our monthly meet ups, he asks me one time about the patches on my bag, and every time we meet for a deal, we talk for hours. We start becoming friends out side of our deals as well, and I like him, a lot, but I'm too scared to act on it because I don't want him to know the truth about me. I'm too scared to tell him. And then one day whilst snooping through his room for a lighter, I find vials of testosterone. He blurts out some obvious lie about being a steroid pumped gym junky, because I've got more muscles than he does, and he begins to freak out. But it's obvious then, why we've taken such a liking to each other, why we get each other better than anyone else gets us, we're one in the same. And it's nice to finally meet someone like me. And it's perfect, he's perfect, and I get to have him, no doubts about it.

#My Dream Pollycule This is supposed to be a bit of a cute fluffy romance thing, purely self indulgent of my Creator, but I don't care it's fucking awesome. I get to have so many hot people into me. Steve is my wonderful fiance, Steve and Robin are queerplatonic partners, Robin is my girlfriend, Robin has a girlfriend Chrissy, I also have a casual thing going on with Nancy, both me and Steve at the same time with her, but her partner is Jon, and Jons boyfriend is Argyle, but Argyle and Nancy are queerplatonic too. And then I meet Eddie, and he's so freakin cute, and so we hook up but he kinda gets attached, and I start to like him, but he's never been in a relationship before so I don't want to throw him into the deep end by asking him to be my boyfriend when I have several other partners as well as a fiance. But after having him around a few times, and telling Steve to be nice to him, I notice that Eddie's kinda got the hots for my boyfriend too, so I suggest we all have a little fun together , and then Eddie gets attached to Steve too. And then I bet you can't guess what happens next?!