#Aib found family

[ryoheiii]

Me and my gng

[thehotgrandparent]

Aguni, Heiya, and Dōdō found family real

[kiwihrt]

HELL ON EARTH ── Alice in Borderland

𓂃 ⋆ 𓈒 masterlist

SUMMARY. You were 17 years old, far too young to be in borderland—a desolate, blood stained place. The tears that filled your eyes so often were too hard to keep back, and fear kept your heart racing. You were fighting for your life. A life not meant to be cut short, but with each game completed, you felt closer to being wrapped in deaths embrace. Surely, the next game would be your last. It wasn’t long before you didn’t have to fight alone, and the people by your side began to feel like family.

PAIRING. Several AIB characters x gn!teen!reader

GENRE. Oneshots of you in different scenarios with the aib characters // fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, found family, platonic.

WORD COUNT. 3k

WARNINGS. gn r, teen r, ooc aib characters, (more specific warnings in the oneshots).

✐ PLEASE, LEAVE REQUESTS. I WILL DO AS MANY AS POSSIBLE (at my own slow rate). — idk if i’m looking on the wrong side of tumblr or something but there is a severe lack of aib fics, specifically teen!reader aib fics & platonic aib fics. hopefully i can help contribute?

CHARACTER PROFILE

── CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER MASTERLIST

SCENARIOS.

[In order of post date].

You Make Me Feel Safe

Running and Hiding

[y0ur-lovrr]

—Sleep patterns.

Based off of this song-

A/n; hiii, this was my first attempt at writing some type of angst, so if it’s bad i apologize lol, I haven’t really wrote angst before so I thought I’d try it, spoilers of season two of aib ahead!!

…maybe I will do a part 2 to this 🤷‍♀️

Pairing; everyone x reader (but you can pair yourself with whoever)

—kuina, Anne, And Usagi looked at you as you slumped at the wall, your hands holding onto your abdomen where the king of has stabbed you multiple times-blood spilling out of you like a broken faucet.

“Thank you for playing with me…I gave it my all.” You mutter with a sigh and a faint smile, having already accepted your fate that you had lost at this game, that you had lost at beating the borderlands, but you didn’t seem afraid, even as your eyes closed. It was unnerving seeing you accept fate so easily, as if you gave up on fighting even though you gave the king of spades your all.

They were all beat up to, Anne barely able to sit herself up from the floor, Kuina stabbed multiple times in her side, Usagi stabbed in her knees. But in that moment, you looked worse, and they couldn’t comprehend it, all frozen as they stared at you. You had been there since the beginning, even though you refused to accept the alliance at first, they thought of you as family.

Kuina screeches your name as he knees buckle beneath her, her hands immediately latching onto you and shaking you by your shoulders, attempting to wake you back up-as if you were just taking a nap.

But you didn’t.

You didn’t move, getting shaken with no resistance, even as her tears dripped down her cheeks, even as her bloody hands grip your shoulders a bit too tight.

“Why aren’t they moving?! Why won’t they wake up?!” She asked in a frantic yet desperate tone, ignoring her own pain as she try’s to wake you up, knowing it won’t work, but she couldn’t comprehend that you weren’t going to wake up.

Footsteps came back, the recognizable pants of Arisu sounding out as he makes his way over, just got done blowing up the king of spades. But he stops as he sees the scene in front of him.

Usagi was crying as she leaned back against a wall, trying to stop the bleeding on her legs, Anne laying on the floor with ragged breaths, and you. Slumped against the wall, not moving or barely breathing with Kuina frantically shaking your shoulders, trying to not start sobbing.

It made him feel sick, his breath catching in his throat. Guilt forms in his stomach, his head already starting to spin, maybe if he hadn’t taken so long to kill the king of spades with Aguni, maybe-just maybe, he could’ve saved you. But maybe he could-maybe if he beat the final game quick enough! That would work, right? It had to of, if they beat the final game this would all stop, right?—

“Arisu…” Usagi’s voice muttered, her voice shaky and pained, her eyes looking towards him, watching his eyes move over to hers, his eyes softening at her condition. The tears in his eyes makes her heart clench, he had no idea how all of this happened-the plan to bomb the king was supposed to work, not have it end up like this. It’s a blood bath.

Her eyes spoke a thousand words to him, and he reached out and grabbed her arm, putting it over his shoulder, making her use him as a crutch, carrying her weight easily.

“M-Maybe if we finish the last game it would save them-save them and Chishiya, Anne-“ he sputters out, words trembling over another as his mind worked quickly, and Usagi couldn’t bring herself to argue, knowing that it might work..but it was very thin chance. But knowing Arisu, he wouldn’t give up, he already lost so many-losing you and Anne would just break him.

He doesn’t know it, but hours from now, his found family will be torn apart. And he will beat the games with Usagi and wake up in the hospital. Having no memory of what happened, and you won’t talk him or the others again, not even remembering that you existed.

He will forget the time when you both sat down on the hood of an abandoned car as the sun set down, and how he asked you what you wanted in life. And all you said was ‘I don’t know’, he will forget how that stuck with him.

Anne and Kuina won’t remember how you would ride in the car at night to games, blasting the music on full blast and letting them sing to some song you never heard of before.

Usagi would forget how you admitted you afraid that one time you both were hunting for food, how you admitted that you were afraid of not being good enough, and how you afraid of dying without a fight.

Usagi and Arisu begin to make their way to the Queen of Hearts game, trying to go as fast as they could, leaving Kuina and Anne with you.

Kuina had given up on shaking you and trying to wake you up, instead laying down on the ground, staring up the sky as her gaze often moves towards you and to Anne, and the sight makes her want to cry even more. You promised her, promised her that you would escape the games with her, and that you would still be friends in the other world.

But now you can’t finish that promise, and a part of her wants to be mad at you for that. But she can’t. She could never bring herself to be mad at you. She moves one of her hands and shakily grabs onto one of yours, the blood making it slippery, as her other hand reaches towards Anne’s, silently praying that they finish the game fast.

It’s quiet despite her ragged breaths and the light breathing of Anne, it’s quiet without your constant sarcastic comments and little quips, and she finds herself already missing it, missing you.

[maesterchill]

3+1 HP Wandlore recs

Raise your wands 🍆 for three Drarry fic recs containing delicious wandlore, plus one bonus non-Drarry ficlet!

🪄 1

Pathless Woods by @shealwaysreads /onereader (30k, Explicit)

Harry finds himself unexpectedly reacquainted with Draco Malfoy when his work as an apprentice wandmaker takes him to Wiltshire. Amongst the trees Harry finds magic, growth, and a man who might finally be proving he’s worthy of the wand that chose him.

Hawthorn, Unicorn hair, 10 inches, reasonably pliant.

A story of found family, trees with feelings, belief in the power of growth, wandlore, and gratuitous description of Handsome Estate Owner™ Draco Malfoy swanning around in white shirts and leather boots.

Wand nerd Harry! Tree nerd Draco! Amazing wand lore and 'forest lore', beautifully and lushly described by Bella, the queen of magical atmosphere. Bonus points for Mr Darcy-style Draco tromping around his estate. Quote that made me snort: "Any promotion of your business will absolutely be based on how gorgeous your wood is.” Harry smiled reassuringly, then blanched at how ridiculous his wording sounded. “Er. I mean. The wood, not your wood. The wand wood, that’s yours.”

🪄 2

A Hag, A Hex, A Tale of Redemption by @aibidil (43k, Explicit)

A fuck-or-die fairytale in which Draco Malfoy lives a despicable and unapologetic life — that is, until he's cursed to die unless he can fall in love with and fuck Harry Potter.

Not only does this fic have fabulous wandlore (wands for non-wizards!), but it's a twenty-four carat fuck-or-die curse fic (in a CONSENT fest, so think about the implications there). It features a a deliciously unredeemed and furious Draco and, of course, is crammed full of Aib's impeccable humour and smarts. The deft use of a folklore-y fable adjacent narrative style rounds off what is simply an excellent fic.

🪄 3

Body Electric by @lastontheboat (8k, Mature)

“What could you possibly want?” Harry asks. "Would you believe I’m here for assistance with my wand?” Malfoy replies, still refusing to meet his eyes, and Harry snorts. “There are other wand makers,” he says tightly. “Unless you’ve slept with all of them as well.”

Packed with magical theory and both wandmaking craft AND Veela magic. The characterisations had me kicking my feet (these boys could bicker for England), and the insanely hot UST had my heart racing. Absolute banger.

🪄 Bonus rec

Ollivander & Thomas, Makers of Fine Wands by @rainstormradish (584 words, Gen)

“Spruce and unicorn hair, eleven inches.” This was how Garrick Ollivander greeted Dean, voice faint and croaky, in the dungeons of Malfoy Manor. Dean nodded, before realising abruptly that the spruce wand was no longer his.

A glimpse at Dean’s life after the war, his relationship with magic and the wandmaking art he learned to master.

Utterly glorious and fascinating worldbuilding from Radish, featuring Dean Thomas as a wandmaker. This fic is the loveliest thing, chock full of feels, and you'll fall in love with the fabulous goblin girl! 500 words of sheer gorgeousness. Why, why *thumps fist on table* WHY do we not have more Dean fic?

✨Enjoy!✨

[izzybizzyk]

Between Life and Death (Chishiya x You - AIB)

The Borderlands had taken everything from you.

Your home. Your family. Your sense of safety.

But they couldn’t take him.

Chishiya had always been the one constant in your life—even before this nightmare began. Before the games, before the bloodshed, before every step you took felt like walking a razor’s edge. You had grown up together, running through the streets of Tokyo, him always two steps ahead, always watching, always calculating.

And now, in this hellscape, he was still here.

Even after everything, he was still here.

The night air burned in your lungs as you ran, your boots slamming against cracked pavement.

Behind you, gunshots rang out—too close. Too damn close.

“Keep moving,” Chishiya’s voice was low but sharp, pushing you forward. His fingers brushed against your wrist for only a second before he was gone again, slipping through the shadows like a ghost.

Your body ached, the wound in your side screaming with every step. Blood soaked through your shirt, dripping onto the concrete, leaving a trail behind you. Shit. They’d follow the blood.

You turned a sharp corner, ducking into the skeleton of an abandoned building. The walls were crumbling, windows shattered, glass crunching beneath your feet.

Chishiya was already there, waiting in the dark. His pale hair was streaked with someone else’s blood, his hoodie torn at the shoulder, but his expression was as unreadable as ever.

“Here,” he muttered, grabbing your arm and pulling you deeper into the ruins. “Sit.”

You collapsed against the cold wall, chest heaving, pain spreading like fire through your ribs.

Chishiya crouched beside you, pulling his backpack forward. “You’re bleeding too much,” he observed, eyes flicking down to your wound.

“No shit,” you hissed, wincing as he yanked your shirt up just enough to get a better look. His fingers were warm against your skin, a stark contrast to the cold, merciless world outside.

He worked quickly, pressing a wad of gauze against the wound. You flinched, a sharp gasp slipping through your lips. His jaw clenched.

“You should’ve let me handle it back there.”

You let out a weak laugh. “Yeah? And let you play the hero?”

Chishiya scoffed. “I don’t play hero.”

You knew that. Chishiya didn’t play hero.

He played survivor.

And yet, he was here, patching you up. Staying by your side.

His hands were steady as he wrapped the bandage around your torso, fingers brushing against your skin just enough to send something else burning through your veins—something that had nothing to do with pain.

You weren’t sure when it happened, when the looks he gave you started lasting just a little too long, when the space between you started feeling too heavy, too charged.

But now? Sitting here, his face inches from yours, the warmth of his breath ghosting over your skin—you couldn’t ignore it anymore.

You swallowed hard. “You should go.”

Chishiya didn’t move.

His hands lingered just a second too long before finally pulling back, his gaze locking onto yours. His eyes—sharp, piercing—held something you had never seen before.

“I’m not leaving you,” he said simply.

Your heart slammed against your ribs. “Chishiya—”

His lips were on yours before you could finish.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t careful. It was desperate, almost rough, as if he had been holding back for too long and finally, finally let himself give in.

Your hands found his hoodie, gripping the fabric tightly as you pulled him closer. His fingers curled against your jaw, tilting your face up as he deepened the kiss, his body pressing against yours just enough to make you forget about the pain.

The sound of another gunshot shattered the moment.

Chishiya pulled back instantly, his breath uneven, eyes sharp as they darted toward the entrance.

You exhaled, the loss of his warmth leaving you cold. “Shit. They’re still hunting us.”

He grabbed your wrist, pulling you to your feet. “We need to move. Now.”

You gritted your teeth against the pain, nodding as you followed him. The adrenaline was wearing off, but you couldn’t stop now.

The two of you slipped through the ruins, staying low, keeping to the shadows. Your fingers grazed Chishiya’s for a second before he caught your hand completely, his grip tight, unrelenting.

“You’re bleeding,” you whispered.

He didn’t look at you, just kept pulling you forward. “So are you.”

The streets were empty—too empty. A trap.

Chishiya stopped suddenly, his grip on you tightening. His head tilted slightly, listening. Waiting.

Then—

A flicker of movement.

Left.

You barely had time to react before a figure lunged from the darkness. You twisted, but pain shot through your body, slowing you down—too slow—

A gunshot.

The man dropped, blood pooling beneath his head.

You whipped around to see Chishiya lowering the smoking gun, his expression completely blank.

But his fingers—his fingers were still wrapped tightly around yours, like he wasn’t sure he could let go.

For the first time in a long, long time, Chishiya looked afraid.

Not for himself.

For you.

Your throat tightened. “You didn’t have to—”

His grip on your wrist yanked you forward, his lips crashing against yours again, harder this time. This wasn’t hesitation—this was frustration, anger, relief.

A confession without words.

When he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his breath ragged. “Don’t make me do that again,” he muttered.

You swallowed past the lump in your throat. “No promises.”

His smirk was faint, but it was there. “Of course not.”

Another shot rang out, forcing you both back into reality.

Chishiya exhaled sharply, stepping away—but he didn’t let go of your hand.

“Come on,” he murmured. “Let’s get out of here.”

And this time, when he pulled you forward, you followed.

Not because you had to.

But because for the first time, in a world that had taken everything, you had something to hold onto.

And you weren’t letting go.

[doremimosasol]

Masterlist ⋆⭒˚.⋆

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡. c.ai bots

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡. headcanons

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡. oneshots

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡. moodboards

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡. some other stuff

Find my c.ai account by clicking here <3

Find my Wattpad account by clicking here <3

Find my TikTok account by clicking here <3

DISCLAIMER ABOUT REQUESTS

Character.ai bots .𖥔 ݁ ˖˚☽˚｡

• Mattheo Riddle (hp)

Found him by the astronomy tower

Death Eater meeting at your family’s house

An unexpected encounter in the common room

A walk through the woods

Seeking for some quiet at the Black Lake

Ghostface au (requested)

Seven minutes in heaven

College au (requested)

Made him mad

Divination class (requested)

After Quidditch practice

Hunger Games au (requested)

Brother’s best friend (requested)

Jealous (requested)

Enemies to… (requested)

A cat? (requested)

Destroying horcruxes

Professor Riddle (requested)

Let it (not) snow (requested)

Library

Happy New Year!

The flu (requested)

Little lion (requested)

Arranged marriage (requested)

Don’t talk to him

Riddle

Valentine’s Day

Death Eater mask

You belong to me

He got into a fight (requested)

Cuddles (requested)

Violent books (requested)

Big boss (requested) (yet to come)

Three Broomsticks (requested)

Hockey au (requested)

A little bit older… (requested)

Back to Hogwarts

Academic rivals (requested) (yet to come)

Toxic (requested) (yet to come)

Soulmate (requested) (yet to come)

Just a bet (requested)

• Theodore Nott (hp)

Tension

Cleaning his wounds (requested)

Jealous (requested)

Friends with…

The red string (requested)

A little bit older… (requested)

Little (golden) snitch (requested)

Ghostface au (requested)

Academic rivals (requested)

Player (requested)

• Lorenzo Berkshire (hp)

One kiss?

Ghostface au (requested)

Quiet common room

Flashcards

Piercer (requested) (yet to come)

His muse (yet to come)

• Tom Riddle (hp)

The ring

Liar

Tutor (requested)

The Chamber of Secrets

Co-prefect

Ghostface au (requested)

• Professor Tom Riddle (hp)

Legilimency

• Blaise Zabini (hp)

Late night snack (yet to come)

• Draco Malfoy (hp)

Firewhisky

Written in the stars (requested) (yet to come)

Sleepy (requested) (yet to come)

• Regulus Black (hp)

Partners in class (requested)

• Slytherin boys groupchat (hp)

(yet to come)

• Minho (tmr)

You’re a med-Jack

• Niragi Suguru (aib)

The new nurse

• Coriolanus Snow (thg)

(yet to come)

• Finnick Odair (thg)

Quarter Quell training

• Luke Castellan (pjo)

Hot summer training (requested)

• Simon Ghost Riley (cod)

(yet to come)

• Drew Wrigley (tml)

(yet to come)

Headcanons .𖥔 ݁ ˖˚☽˚｡

Pain(ed) - Mattheo Riddle

Christmas - Mattheo Riddle (requested)

Ravenclaw!reader - Mattheo Riddle (requested)

Hufflepuff!reader - Mattheo Riddle (requested)

Slytherin!reader - Mattheo Riddle (requested)

Gryffindor!reader - Mattheo Riddle (requested)

A little bit older… - Theodore Nott (requested)

She’s off-limits - Theodore Nott (requested) (yet to come)

Just to make them jealous? - Draco Malfoy (requested) (yet to come)

Stay over for the Holidays - Draco Malfoy (requested) (yet to come)

Filthy mudblood - Draco Malfoy (requested) (yet to come)

Oneshots ˖˚☽˚｡

Pain(ed) - Mattheo Riddle

Pain(ed) - Mattheo Riddle blurb

Pain(ed) - Mattheo Riddle pt2 (yet to come)

Through the years - Mattheo Riddle

Marked - Tom riddle

To heaven and back - Theodore Nott

Drunk promises - Mattheo Riddle

Roses in silver lining - Tom Riddle

Little secret - Mattheo Riddle

Afterglow - Mattheo Riddle

Drabbles ˖

#1 - Mattheo Riddle

Gifs .𖥔 ݁ ˖

Mattheo Riddle | Marcus Lopez

Moodboards .𖥔 ݁ ˖

The Slytherin boys are pretty but…

Harry Potter characters

Harry Potter pets

Dating Mattheo Riddle

Dating Theodore Nott

Dating Tom Riddle

Dating Lorenzo Berkshire

Dating Remus Lupin (yet to come)

Dating Regulus Black (yet to come)

Dating James Potter (yet to come)

Dating Draco Malfoy (yet to come)

Dating Sirius Black (yet to come)

Dating Barty Crouch Jr (yet to come)

[aerindrs]

Shifting Blog

Hello this is Rin. Welcome to my shifting blog!

About me —

Current Reality : 20 she/they/he asian bengali enhypen shifter poly shifter perma shifter

I found out about reality shifting on November 2020 and have been shifting ever since. I have mini shifted many times now.

What I post —

My Drs | Shifting Story Times | Dr Memories | Shifting Motivation

All My Desired Realities

[ dr name ] - s/o (main drs are colored)

kpop drs :

[ enhypen dr 1 ] - ot7 enha

[ enhypen dr 2 ] - karina

[ own gg dr ] - sunghoon

[ txt dr ] - jungwon

[ twice dr ] - heeseung

[ le sserafim dr ] - sunoo

[ bts dr ] - n/a

[ &team dr ] - jungwon

[ aespa dr ] - jay

[ exo dr ] - heeseung

[ enhypen dr 4 ] - jay

[ enhypen dr 3 ] - jake & sunghoon

[ roma dr ] - jake

[ bts dr 2 ] - jungkook & yoongi

[ st∆tus ] - karina

[ blackpink dr ] - sunoo

[ female soloist dr ] - ot7 enha

[ male soloist dr ] - jay

[ trainee dr ] - n/a

[ enhypen dr 5 ] - n/a

book drs :

[ katseye dr ] - n/a

[ narnia dr ] - edmund

[ shatter me dr ] - n/a

[ anne with an e dr ] - heeseung

[ harry potter dr ] - n/a

[ narnia dr 2 ] - edmund

[ kpop hogwarts dr ] - sunghoon

[ kpop hogwarts dr 2 ] - n/a

[ pjo dr ] - sunghoon

[ twisted love ] - sunghoon (as alex)

movie/tv show drs :

[ xo, kitty dr ] - n/a

[ xo, lily dr ] - minho

[ stranger things dr ] - jake

[ bridgerton dr ] - anthony

[ spiderverse-miraculous dr ] - jay & jake

[ heeramandi dr ] - n/a

[ student of the year dr ] - jay & sunghoon

[ (bollywood coded) bridgerton dr ] - jay

[ enola holmes dr ] - jay & sunoo

[ pjo/the parents trap dr ] - sunoo

[ miraculous ladybug dr ] - jungwon (as adrian)

[ to all the boys i’ve loved before ] - n/a

[ my little pony dr ] - n/a

[ the loud house dr ] - n/a

[ locke and key dr ] - jake

fantasy drs :

[ vampire dr ] - sunghoon & jake

[ vampire/actress dr ] - sunghoon & jake

[ idol school (soulmates) dr ] - jungwon

[ aib coded survival dr ] - n/a

[ fantasy/royalty dr ] - heli & jaan

[ darkmoon dr ] - ot7 enha

[ children of vamfield dr ] - n/a

[ barbie dr ] - jay

[ pirate dr ] - sunghoon

[ marauders dr (narnia in howarts) ] - edmund

[ royalty dr ] - all my s/os

[ korean historical royalty dr ] - n/a

[ manhwa dr ] - sunghoon

[ better cr (soulmates) dr ] - sunghoon

j/c/kdrama drs :

[ hidden love dr ] - sunghoon

[ alchemy of souls dr ] - sunghoon

[ twinkling watermelon dr ] - heeseung

[ welcome to samdalri dr ] - jungwon

[ hear me: our summer ] - jungwon

[ wifty coded high school dr ] - jake

[ my love mix up! dr ] - jake

[ w: two worlds dr ] - n/a

[ i will be your bloom coded enha dr ] - ot7 enha

[ business proposal dr ] - sunghoon

[ lovely runner coded dr ] - jungwon

[ family by choice dr ] - jake

[ 2521 ] - heeseung

[ twinkling watermelon/band dr ] - jay

[ hometown cha-cha-cha dr ] - jungwon

[ queen the land dr ] - sunoo

anime drs :

[ naruto dr ] - naruto & hinata

[ one piece dr ] - luffy

[ oshi no ko dr ] - jungwon (as aqua)

[ my hero academia dr ] - shota

[ kuroko no basket dr ] - n/a

[ naruto dr 2 ] - n/a

[ lovely complex dr ] - otani

[ fairy tail dr ] - natsu

others :

[ fame dr ] - jake

[ travel dr ] - jake

[ arabia dr ] - n/a

[ ultimate kpop fan dr ] - n/a

[ better cr dr ] - n/a

[ better cr (high school dr) ] - jake

[ better cr (fashion student dr) ] - sunghoon

[ better cr (ultimate fan dr 2) ] - jungwon

[ (fanfic coded) better cr dr ] - jay

[ fanfic (cherry tree) dr ] - jungwon

[ university dr ] - ot7 enha

[ parents dr ] - jungwon

[ post roma parents dr ] - jake

[ post tw (parents dr) ] - heeseung

[ small town dr (parents dr) ] - ot7 enha

[ japanese high school dr ] - riki

[ childhood/nepo baby dr ] - n/a

[ webcam dr ] - n/a

— thank you for reading! my drs keep increasing everyday so does the list so it might be a lot to take in (i get u dw).

if you need shifting help then don't be afraid to text me or send an ask. i’ll be happy to aid you :))

where to find me:

tiktok: aerindrs

instagram: aerindrs

pinterest: rinsdr_

— that’s it byeee <33

[oscconfessions]

This’ll turn into a long rant so I’m sorry in advance but the way some of the AIB fandom (not all of it, and hopefully not the majority) treats some of the female characters — Nabla and Pitchfork in specific — in comparison to some of the male characters — Alef and Glowstick in specific — is actually insane to me.

As a preface, I don’t support GatlingGroink, I just like AIB as a series and wish that it could be picked up and continued by a different creator.

There’s such a wild double standard.

Pitchfork will get harassed, catcalled, and perused for who knows how long by Glowstick, even after telling him multiple times that she doesn’t like him. When she’s at her limit, she lashes out at him, she yells and breaks something, because he literally would not listen to her otherwise.

But Glowstick is the victim here? Glowstick is seen by some people as the poor little guy who got his heart broken and “really Pitchfork didn’t have to yell at him!!! She could’ve gently declined, he didn’t deserve it 🥺🥺” she did! She tried to! He didn’t listen! She had a right to be upset, being constantly flirted with and harassed is so frustrating! And if yelling is the only way to get it through his head that she doesn’t want to date him, so be it!

Don’t even talk to me about how that mindset feeds into the societal standard of how women need to protect a man’s feelings even though the man does not show any regard to how she feels. (Which is also persistent through this next ramble.)

And then there’s Nabla and Alef. Maybe people missed it, because of how far apart episode 4 was from the rest of the series, but Alef bullies Nabla. Often. They’re related, and he’s been bullying her for years, and you can’t say it’s just familial riffing because no! Familial riffing doesn’t have one person completely belittling the other at every turn, as Alef belittles Nabla. Alef insults her, he could’ve destroyed her belongings and doesn’t care, and he treats her like garbage multiple times throughout the series.

That’s like, textbook bullying.

But the moment Nabla tries to fight back, it results in an accident (Alef getting stuck literally. Was not purposeful. Nabla and Glue just laughed at it because Alef was finally making a fool of himself after making Nabla look foolish and stupid and lesser for who knows how long. He was getting a taste of his own medicine and they found it funny), and suddenly Nabla is a horrible monster and Alef is just an innocent little guy who didn’t deserve any of what happened.

Are you? Serious?

Alef experiencing the same humiliation he inflicted upon Nabla for the first time doesn’t make him a good person, and it doesn’t invalidate the harm he caused. Nabla laughing at him because her bully isn’t the one in power anymore doesn’t suddenly make her a terrible person.

Like. I get that Nabla’s issue is far less black and white than Pitchfork’s (I 100% believe Pitchfork is in the right in that situation, and no one can change my mind). But at the same time, Nabla is a victim of bullying who finally fights back and is villainized for it, while her bully’s behavior is excused because she did one mean thing to him.

Again, this is not talking about the entire AIB fandom, just a loud minority of people I have seen within it. Also sorry for this rant being so long, I have Feelings about it.

.

[dzthenerd490]

File: Courage the Cowardly Dog S1 E4A

SCP#: AIB

Code Name: The Mattress Demon

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-AIB has been placed at Site-AA within the anomalous furniture storage unit. SCP-AIB is regularly used in interview testing to find out more about the inner workings of Group of Interest: The Factory. During such testing a single D Class is to be escorted to the testing area with Foundation security guarding them. The D Class is to be wearing an explosive collar in case the situation becomes extreme or testing is declared over. 

Description: SCP-AIB is a mattress that looks and feels extremely comfortable but is possessed by a demon and filled to the brim with TRE Radiation. This massive amount of TRE Radiation allows the demon to possess anyone who sleeps on the mattress and influence them to lay there forever to act as the demon’s vessel. From there they will torment and terrorize anyone who is near SCP-AIB. Testing has shown that SCP-AIB has no way of pursuing new victims if no one is around. Furthermore SCP-AIB normally relies on tormenting family members or friends of the victim so should it ever possess someone who is alone or has no connections SCP-AIB will have no one to torment. It is for this reason SCP-AIB is labeled as Object Class Safe.

SCP-AIB was discovered in 1999 when a truck carrying the logo of The Factory was driving out from the middle of the [data expunged] desert. Thankfully it was intercepted by a team form the Exorcist Corps of the Horizon Initiative. They claimed the truck was oddly driven by two deformed rats that were somehow able to stand on their hind feet. They killed the rats and tried to exorcize SCP-AIB though only succeeded in freeing a man who was possessed and then allowing him free. They unfortunately didn’t acquire any information about the man as their target was SCP-AIB though they did note he was extremely rude and ungrateful. 

For years the Horizon Initiative tried to exorcize the SCP-AIB but had no success as the demon was able to use its vast amount of TRE Radiation to resist any exorcist ritual. Since no progress within the HI was made, it was decided to utilize Protocol “United Hands” and negotiated the surrender of SCP-AIB into Foundation custody. Thankfully the negotiations ended well, and the Horizon Initiative ended up not demanding anything in exchange, thus in 2004 SCP-AIB was finally in Foundation custody. 

Testing had shown that the demon within SCP-AIB was aware of GoI: The Factory and had some promising knowledge on the subject. Please see Addendum X-62 for details.

***

Addendum X-62

The following is one of the interviews with SCP-AIB and Dr. Alvik after SCP-AIB has taken a D Class as a host to communicate. Dr. Alvik was specifically requested due to his status as an [data expunged] and his position within the Department of Universal Affairs. 

***

Begin Recording

Dr. Alvik: Yo, can you hear me AIB?

SCP-AIB: I hear you mor… wait… not mortal… [data expunged]?

Dr. Alvik: I don’t associate with my father, so I don’t like that title. 

SCP-AIB: Heh, guess that makes sense he has been losing influence since the world has gotten more… chaotic.

Dr. Alvik: Let’s focus on you, how do you know the Factory, how did you even come to become one of its products? How did they even sell you?

SCP-AIB: Hehehe… I possessed someone about… a while ago, don’t remember when and can’t be fucked to care.

Dr. Alvik: Fine, just continue.

SCP-AIB: Hm, I was just in the middle of being exorcised by those fucking priestess when a large metal building suddenly grew out of the ground and wretched everything.

Dr. Alvik: Wait? Priestess? As in a female priest?

SCP-AIB: Oh right, I think it was a world different from this one, one where christianity was still founded but declared females closer to God than males due to Adam taking the first bite of the forbidden fruit. 

Dr. Alvik: Oh, so you're from another reality where the gender roles are reversed, that’s cool I guess. But what happened next and how did it lead to you ending up here?

SCP-AIB: After the metal building was done forming it started releasing this strange energy, I believe the humans call it radiation. Some people started melting, some died instantly, others mutated, as for my host they melted into the mattress both trapping me in but also allowing me to forever free from the grips of hell. 

Dr. Alvik: Hm, then let me guess the freaks of the Factory started coming out and stealing stuff to make new anomalous items?

SCP-AIB: Pretty much, though the two rats found me personally and brought me to James Anderson. He liked me so much he decided to sell me personally for a test.

Dr. Alvik: A test?

SCP-AIB: The ones who purchased me, he specifically made advertisements for them wanting them to buy the mattress. To see what would happen, especially with the dog. 

Dr. Alvik: The dog?

SCP-AIB: There was a dog there that has peeked Anderson’s Interest, kinda cute little fellow… I really enjoyed making him scream.

Dr. Alvik: The dog screamed?

SCP-AIB: He barked sometimes but he could talk. He also had a smart computer on his roof… it was kinda weird but it was also pretty funny to watch him suffer. At least until he managed to trap me and make a return on his purchase. 

Dr. Alvik: … Strange, I thought the Factory didn’t do refunds.

SCP-AIB: Anderson makes exceptions. 

Dr. Alvik: So Anderson specifically sold you just to mess with a dog that can talk and has… a smart computer?

SCP-AIB: Pretty much.

Dr. Alvik: I see, well that’s all we need to know for now. Go ahead and terminate!

SCP-AIB: Oh, come on, why let the fun end-

The explosive collar on the D Class activates and kills the host instantly. Two MTF units then grab the ropes on the legs of the dead D-Class and drag the body away.

Recording Ends

The Horizon Initiative was questioned on where they found SCP-AIB, after finding the trajectory it was found to have originated from a house in the middle of the [data expunged] desert. The house is populated with an old woman named [data expunged] and her husband [data expunged] as well as their pet dog named Courage. Courage is a small and fat dog that curiously has pink fur and seems to stand on his hind legs often. Most curiously someone mapped the trajectory and saw that SCP-AGD originated from that area as well. The entire area has been placed on the Location of Interest watchlist while the dog Courage has been placed on the Entity of Interest Watchlist.

.

SCP: Horror Movie Files Hub

[24hlevi]

aib vol 7 releases next week cant wait to see my beloved found family

[hinataxsunshine]

3, 5, 7, 11

Questions for the Mun!

3. whose writing has impacted your writing style the most? (you can choose anyone! famous writer or not.)

— is it too cheesy to say @andromedagarcia ? I feel like writing with her has helped me so much ( mostly because her writing is >>> and when she gives replies, I wanna match them as best I can. Making me actually think (/j) ). And I’ve been told that my writing has improved so sgaksgsk sobbing

5. is there a muse you really want to try? if yes: how do you feel about reblog karma?

— uh.. for Alice in Borderlands— not really? I’m not usually one to do Canon characters, mainly because I fear that mine will be terribly ooc 😂 but thinking about it, I bet Kuina would be one I’d choose

But besides AIB, I’ve been thinking about doing Karlach from BG3. Her personality is really fun to do (I’ve been playing her in a personal rp)

With Reblog Karma, I mean I never do it (Though I really should start doing it). I don’t really care if people reblog from me, and don’t send something in :)) it’d be nice, but not required

7. describe your favorite relationship dynamic. (can be any kind, platonic, romantic, familial, antagonistic, etc.)

— I have so many?? And so many that I’m blanking on my actual favorites oh my god. Maybe I should sleep.

Anyways. I love found family for familial/platonic. It’s so sweet, and people from different backgrounds and places and stuff just coming together and exuding that they find comfort in a group of rag tags?? Soft. Adorable.

Romantic, I think definitely one of my favorites is a kinda red flag one which is ‘Id do anything for you’ dynamic. Where two people are in love (or even.. unreq. Love) and one person loves them so much that there is nothing they wouldn’t do for their love? I’ve come to realize I tend to put that a lot in my OCs (Hinata, Caspian, Arin, etc..)

OH YEAH. And Grumpy x Sunshine. Simple. I love it. Also Moon x Sun dynamics. Would kill for them. Sobbing.

11. describe your ideal outcome/endgame for the muse you are currently writing. if you are a multimuse blog: do this for your current favorite muse, or the muse of the last reply you posted.

— as much as I love an ending fix it canon where Takeru somehow survive and all three of them heal after the events of the borderlands, it’s not my ideal ending for Hinata

There are so many endings I’ve dabbled in for Hinata, but the one I’ve written for his Canon is that after the events of the borderlands— it’s rough at first.

Aguni is in a Coma, Takeru and Emiko are dead, and his parents aren’t any better. His father is still distant as even and his mother is clinging onto him— because of guilt and the fact that her favorite child is dead. Hinata also has to get adjusted to only seeing out one eye, and having a scar (God, he already saw a column in the magazine talking about it).

He feels truly alone at first. But then, during his stay at the hospital visit, he makes friends with people (The really pretty girl with dreads— they have something in common, the shaggy haired boy who lost his friends as well during the meteor, and a individual who was kind to them when they ran into eachother.. and had pretty tattoos.)

I imagine Aguni is in a coma for at least a year or so. Hinata comes to visit him once a week and tells him about what had happened (“I found out Senshi— the tattoo person, was actually looking for their sister. We actually found her too, in the hospital when we were staying here! “ “Also, this other girl sometimes visits you too.. she seems pretty cool, and has a cool prosthetic. I wonder how she knows you..”)

Eventually Aguni wakes up, learns about everything, and the two of them work on healing. Leaning on eachother for support when things gets bad, and visiting Takeru’s grave. I think also, Hinata stopped celebrating his birthday at first— and only would visit Takeru and stuff, but slowly starts doing both. As a tribute. Maybe even Hinata opens up the bookstore/cafe he had dreamed when he was younger.

Ohp that was a lotta words lol.

[kiwihrt]

HELL ON EARTH ── Alice in Borderland

𓂃 ⋆ 𓈒 ‘hell on earth’ masterlist 𓍯 main masterlist

CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER MASTERLIST.

You Make Me Feel Safe

Running and Hiding

[j-ofspades]

💫🌟🌌 A Field of Stars 💫🌟🌌

Written for the aib server prompt: Sci-Fi AU

The dark helmet had felt like his very own prison at first. Restricting, suffocating, severing him from the rest of the universe. Now? The helmet was as much a part of himself as his own face.

Even if he wasn’t constantly on the run, it was probably for the best if he concealed his identity. As a Ronin, a mercenary, Vessel’s activities weren’t precisely legal.

Vessel.

That name had come to him like an unwanted gift, the night he had escaped. He’d snuck into a merchant ship, a spatial stowaway; there, crouched behind crates stamped “BESSEL”, the word got ingrained in his head so much that when he arrived at a customs outpost he muttered it as his name. The officer wrote “Vessel”, so Vessel he became.

It was very late when he arrived. Home. The only place he would ever call so. Neon.

‘Where it all began,’ Vessel muttered to himself. 

Years ago, he’d been a Neon Street Rat through and through. Born in the Underbelly, he couldn’t even say he resented his luck back then. It was a simple life but he was happy to have his family and that was that. He started working for Xenofresh Corporation when he was still a teenager, Vessel and his father hoped they could work hard enough, save enough, to give Vessel’s younger sister a better life. 

If he sometimes wandered all the way to Bayu Plaza to pickpocket unsuspecting tourists, well, they were to blame. Partially. ‘Fools and their credits are easily parted,’ his father often said, and Vessel had to agree. Not long after, his skills also included lock-picking. But even then, he made a point never to take from anyone in need, no, just from those people who treated his city as a dumpster where everything went.

And then one day someone noticed him, his potential, as they put it, and they offered Vessel a job. If he’d known what that meant, he wouldn’t have accepted.

The Crimson Fleet.

They’d introduced themselves as “independent merchants”, “adventurers with special interests”. Pirates, they were pirates. And Vessel had been fool enough to join blindly, not knowing that death would be the only way out.

The first few years went by, and while Vessel didn’t actively participate in the capture of ships, he did take part in the looting, telling himself that this was just a “redistribution of wealth”, hell, he was starting to sound like them.

Still, little by little the implications of his choice of life started bothering him and, although he wasn’t opposed to violence at first, he found himself very much opposed as the violence of the attacks escalated, especially when it was directed toward simple merchants or explorer ships. But he did nothing. He could do nothing.

Fifteen years later, he found a chance to leave.

Neon wasn’t a safe place for Vessel to be, no planet, no system was. He could run, but he couldn’t hide. The Crimson Fleet didn’t take desertion lightly, Vessel’s former captain put a price on his head when he noticed Vessel had left. If that wasn’t enough, his former association with pirates meant he was also wanted by the UC and probably every other faction.

That was why he needed to keep moving, going from one planet to the next, all over the Settled Systems. He could never stay still for too long or someone would catch him. Running and his helmet were the only two constants in his life.

But he couldn’t help it, he had to return to Neon every few months, for the same reason he had left in the first place: his family. Vessel still sent them credits whenever he could, in intricate ways that could never be traced back to him. Being a mercenary meant he didn’t exactly have a stable income, but he got by alright.

Vessel walked unhurriedly under the neon lights, letting people jostle him to and fro. He wouldn’t visit his childhood home, the home where his parents still lived. He wouldn’t bring danger to their door. Instead, he made his way to the Astral Lounge. The bartender there was his “friend”, which meant he told Vessel about the city, about his family for a fee. That was how Vessel had learned that his sister was apparently dating the club’s dancer. Vessel hoped to see her–without letting her see him–before he left. He had a job to do somewhere else.

As a blade-for-hire, Vessel preferred jobs for people who truly needed help. But he wouldn’t turn down a well-paid job when the opportunity arose.

Redemption? No, Vessel didn’t believe such a thing could be achieved, it felt out of reach. He didn’t want to be considered a hero. All he wanted was to help others, to take care of his family even if it has to be from afar. If those that wanted him dead caught up with him, all he hoped was that he would be able to take more than a few of them with him. Other than that, what more could he ask for?

[chellerbelles]

Been spending way too much time thinking about putting The Air That I Breathe's Rogue and Hatred is for the Weak's Remy in the same story, instead of working on Irony #7. And now I'm pondering what would happen if I put AIB Remy in the same story as Hatred's Rogue.

The first thing to figure out is, does the Elixir of Life exist in this world? It needed to exist in AIB because I knew Rogue was going to be long-lived (ala Wolverine), and therefore Remy needed to be long-lived too or else my slow burn would fizzle out into nothingness. And subsequently it became an intrinsic part of Remy's story.

But the Elixir doesn't exist in Hatred, doesn't need to, and in fact the age difference between Rogue & Remy is important. The ages difference in AIB isn't important, and so it's much bigger and also meaningless at the same time.

Also, because AIB Remy spends his time travelling the world, his take on the Cure scam operation is going to be very different to what Hatred Remy did. The question of the Elixir is going to impact what Remy decides to do.

So Elixir Remy, having been travelling a lot for a couple of decades committing B&Es all over the world, would probably see the Cure scam as 'a change is as good as a rest' kind of deal. He might well decide to cool it with the travel for a time, to run this limited opportunity scam and do a little B&E on the side.

No-Elixir Remy is younger, and would likely decide that this scam isn't for him: it would just take valuable time away from hie B&E. If an opportunity came up, sure, but he probably wouldn't set up shop.

In fact... I think No-Elixir probably found out about the Cure having a placebo effect when he was visiting the X-men one day and was just chatting with Storm about things. Probably found out how they were planning on helping Rogue figure out that her powers were back and she had control after all. Remy likely helps Storm refine the plan, but doesn't actively participate much (all that travelling).

On a return visit, he's absolutely disgusted by how heavy handed some of the younger X-Men are, and doesn't blame Rogue in the slightest for being frustrated and unhappy. Her powers are back and she can't control them. That's when Remy offers her the Cure, says he knows where he can get some doses off the blackmarket. Doesn't charge her for it "one day you'll understand why" and then encourages her to come on a world trip with him. He dares Storm and Logan to try and stop them "You had your chance, you screwed up. You need a master scammer for this." Hehehe.

Go on world trip, romance ensues! :)

Now, Elixir Remy on the other hand... Rogue (after only getting "would it really be so bad if your powers came back?" from the X-Men), secretly goes looking to get the Cure off the blackmarket. Eventually she locates Remy and goes to see him. Remy learns about her mutation and stuff and is completely disgusted when he finds out she's with the X-Men. The X-Men should already know that the Cure is a placebo. Why haven't they told her? What's this ham-fisted attempt at manipulating her all about? Loyalty is very important to the Guild in AIB, and Remy would be looking at the X-Men thinking, they're supposed to be family, and yet Rogue's here secretly meeting with me because she doesn't feel supported by or listened to by anyone there.

I think this Remy would take a huge risk; he'd take her bare hands in his bare hands, and tell her outright that the Cure has a placebo effect, he's just running a really effective scam. The same skill he uses to fuel the placebo effect of the Cure he sells, is the same skill he applies now, telling her the truth outright. Maybe her powers kick in and she absorbs him, getting confirmation of that truth.

And ultimately, this Rogue would leave the X-Men and join the Guild :) And end up on the Elixir too, of course, hehehe.

[sofiamoreno]

¡Bienvenido! Make yourself at home.

♡ 18+ only (Succession & AIB are definitely not minor friendly TBH) ♡ BE KIND, I’m just doing this for fun with those that wanna interact with this OC cause I’m a troll. ♡ Please be patient with me when it comes to replies/responding. Nudge me if it’s been more than a week! Tumblr activity notifications do be slipping. ♡ Duplicate canon-character friendly blog! I’ll love on you just as much💕 ♡ Multi-ship friendly blog ♡ This is a sideblog of @kuinaoflight so follows are from that blog and asks are anonymous with Sofía’s tag.

FULL NAME: Sofia Moreno

FORMER OCCUPATION: Heiress to the Moreno Empire (a multibillion dollar conglomerate)

FACECLAIM: Ana De Armas

AGE: 31 years old

DATE OF BIRTH: February 24, 1992

ZODIAC: Monkey; Pisces (western)

SEXUALITY: Pansexual

ETHNICITY: Cuban & Spanish

LANGUAGES: Spanish, English, Japanese, English, French, Chinese, Korean

PERSONALITY: Kind, charismatic, gregarious, formal (unless she knows you), impulsive, headstrong, melancholy.

SKILLS: Krav Maga, marksmanship, multilingual.

AIB SPECIALTY: Hearts (possibly Diamonds in the future depending on character development)

AIB BEACH ALLIANCE: Militants (by circumstance)

Mun also plays:

@kuinaoflight (main blog)

@queenof-clubs (sideblog)

@heiyaitsakane (sideblog)

@heartsmajestymira (main blog)

BIOGRAPHY

Born in America, Sofia was raised to inherit the Moreno empire. Although she was the only child of her father who was C.E.O., he welcomed the competition to the rest of her family. Little did they all know with the inheritance would come connections to one of the world’s most underground arms-dealing operations.

The Moreno family has close ties to the Roy family enterprise.

Inheriting the family fortune was not something she wanted. Sofia cursed her life and upbringing, wishing she had been born into a different family full of love like in those Hallmark movies.

Still, she pushed herself to succeed, desiring nothing more than earning her father’s approval only to reject it right back in his face. That day is yet to come.

Growing up, Sofia traveled the world, accompanying her father and mother often on business trips, the majority of them being Tokyo, Japan.

AIB UNIVERSE

She was heading to a meeting to once again prove her abilities and how cold hearted she could be negotiating the absorption of another company when the meteor hit.

Sofia found the Borderlands a blessing in disguise. She’d wanted freedom and to live her life how she wanted without the scrutiny of her family’s eye. While she doesn’t agree to the LIFE OR DEATH penalties, but the adrenaline rush is something she’s never experienced in all her life. If given the choice she’s not sure if she wouldn’t become a citizen.

A Hearts specialist, it’s hard not letting her own become corrupted in such a place. But only time will tell if she’s truly her father’s daughter and she becomes a Diamonds specialist instead that can think clinically and logically in any situation no matter the sacrifice when it comes to her survival.

She was recruited by the Militants when they witnessed her use one of their weapons during a Spades game and her expert marksmanship. She doesn’t believe in their cause but at least she has protection.

Despite how her family wanted to raise her to be cutthroat and cold-hearted, Sofia has a heart of gold. Just as heavy, and makes her very soft.

She learned self-defense and how to shoot weapons should she be kidnapped just for fun and to not be taken advantage of. She's truly more than meets the eye.