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mayaree-darling · 11 months ago

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Hi i've been binging some of your fics recently and im in love! I saw that you had requests open so I was wondering if you could do scaramouche x fem reader but where reader dresses in jojifuku or other known as cutecore and scaramouche dresses in a baggy 'cool' way and reader gets made fun of for dressing differently?

of scary dog privileges & matcha lattes // scaramouche (modern au)

pairing: Scaramouche x Cutecore!Reader

synopsis: look, you may be a cute ball of pastels that can test scaramouche's patience, but you're HIS cute pastel lover. but if anyone messes with you, it's okay - his hands were made to be thrown.

from aree: for @amia-69: thanks for requesting and i hope this was satisfactory. i had too much fun with this so i hope you don't mind if it's a tad long with more scenes than you requested. i also made this a bit more feel-good by being a little silly but it’s still mostly serious, i hope you don't mind!

content: slight stalking and bullying scenario (be warned if triggering); very annoyed Scara means swearing; i'm in silly writer mode rn so this is a mix of crack and serious writing; slightly unhinged reader but hey so is scaramouche; praying this ain't OOC; fully accepted this is cringe; fem reader

fic length: 4k~ (unedited)

Scaramouche isn't dumb. He can tell anyone who sees him is asking it in their head.

How the fuck did you two end up together?

There was nothing soft looking about him besides the hair he inherited from his mother. He was his mother but with sharper lines, edges, and words. His eyes were almost a permanent glare if he didn't look bored or annoyed at everyone and everything. He always seemed to wear dark clothing, accompanied by the right amount of chains or belts here and there to complete the look, but they suited him nicely. If anything, he wore them best than most. If he wore anything less than clothes that didn't hang off his body he looked uncomfortable. Didn't mean he didn't hear enough older people talking about his choice of clothes though.

So when he first stood next to you on the fruits and vegetables aisle at the grocery store, he realized how you two stood at different ends of the fashion spectrum. He was there with his mother for their weekly food restock and ended up getting left behind when he went to check something on his phone (typical. How may times had this happened?) When he blinked, gone was his mom, and there beside him stood you, looking at a bunch of melons.

"This shit's overpriced, the hell." you grumble it under your breath, but Scaramouche heard it loud and clear. The snort he lets out isn't unnoticed by you and you turn to him, eyebrows raised. You look at him up and down before your eyes land back to his, and he frowns.

Goddamn it, here we go. He's heard his mom talk his ear off about the clothes this morning and he wasn't gonna hear it from anyone else. He opens his mouth, ready to cuss you to next Tuesday, but you beat him to it.

"I like the eyeliner," Scaramouche stares at you incredulously, and almost as a final nail into the coffin that he heard you right, you nod in approval. You tilt your head to the side. "I gotta say though. I think eyeshadow would look a lot better. Maybe... red? Just a bit at the corners. It would look a lot nice with your eye color and would make them pop considering you wear a lot of dark shades."

Scaramouche gapes at you. He's used to getting cussed out or getting the occasional talking to about his choices in life, but fashion advice was the last thing he expected to get from some stranger in the fruits aisle.

"Thanks..." he eventually lets out. He finally takes a moment to look you up and down and wonders how the hell did he not notice you sooner when you stood out from everything like a sore thumb.

Scaramouche didn't know there were so many shades of pink in the world. Or maybe he never noticed since he never wore clothes like that, and if he was honest, he spent time with people who didn't wear that color at all. Seeing it now was like a jumpscare, just a lot softer considering it's not like you posed any actual threat but slightly still as surprising considering people randomly approaching him first was so rare. If you weren't wearing a shade of pink, you were wearing some pastel shade of another color. Pastel blue, pastel purple, white lace here and there. The skirt you wore was so frilly you looked like you were walking around with a pink cloud. You looked... soft. That was the best summary Scaramouche could put together in the amount of time he gave you a once over.

You looked like everything he was not.

"I like... the frills," he inwardly cringed the moment he said it, but he ended up just frowning at you. It was your damn fault for putting him in this position in the first place so why the hell was he the one suffering. It's not his fault he wasn't good at giving other people compliments.

You laugh, and Scaramouche wasn't sure whether he should be glad you didn't take it to heart or be offended that he actually tried his best to give you a compliment only to be shot down. "It's okay. You don't have to force yourself."

Scaramouche just frowned deeper. Now it feels like you're saying he can't give out a compliment at all. He looks you up and down again and just says what comes to his head on the spot. "You look like the cotton candy sold at the fair across the street. Actually, I think you're a lot more pink than that stuff, but still lighter? Can't tell accurately with how many shades you got going on."

He must've said something good enough for you because you're grinning at him the next second. "That's one of the nicer ones people have said to me."

Scaramouche looks at you in disbelief. "How is that even remotely nice?"

"Well, for one, I know you mean that sincerely. Second, I'll have you know I worked hard to get pretty vibrant pinks that weren't too hard on the eyes, so thanks for confirming that!"

"You made that?" You nod, and Scaramouche nods back slowly in approval, actually impressed. "Not bad."

Your eyes land on his watch and you jolt, looking at the time on your phone. You pick a random melon even when he sees you scowl at the price tag and put it into your basket. Nodding once more to him, you turn around and leave. But as he watches you round the corner, you're running back to his side once more before he can even turn away. The sudden look of alarm on your face, so different from the grin and laughter you had on earlier, immediately has him on edge.

"Please help me," you whisper, but there was no one else in the aisle besides a mother and her baby at the far end. He frowns and looks to the side.

"Do I look like I help people." it came out harsher than he intended, but didn't he give you more than he was already willing to give any other stranger? Now you were just taking advantage of him.

"I need a scary dog right now," you said it so casually and seriously he wasn't sure he heard you right. But your voice echoed correctly in his head and he actually takes a step away from you, face incredulous.

"What the fuck did you just call me?" he scoffs, not sure if he was supposed to be offended or it was a compliment from you in some weird way. "The pet shop is right next door. Go get a dog there."

"Please. You know what I mean." you look at him pleadingly and he looks away. No, no, he was not gonna break first. This wasn't his business to deal with. He's done enough for people for the day. Nope.

"Again, go look for that somewhere else. Don't you have a boyfriend to help with this kinda thing?"

You roll your eyes and Scaramouche has half a mind to smack you silly. "If I did, you think I'd be going up to strangers for help?"

"So this is a regular thing, huh?" he takes a step back and you take a step towards him.

"Of course not, you expect this kinda thing to happen sometimes. But I don't want to hide away just ‘cause some people couldn't stay away and mind their own damn business," you shuffle from one foot to another. You cast a hesitant look behind you. His eyes follow.

"What are you even-" he stops. In the corner where he last saw you turn, a hooded man hovered over the bread aisle. For a shelf that only had five pieces of loaves left he was taking his time picking, so that only meant one thing. Scaramouche watched as the man glanced over once in your direction before seemingly turning back to the bread with fake focus.

"I thought I was imagining it. But he’s giving me the evil eyes," your voice is a whisper again.

That's unpleasant. Scaramouche straightened his posture and looked at you directly. If it's a scary dog you needed then so be it.

"What are you waiting for, then?" his voice was loud, not enough to be too distracting, but enough to carry over to the asshole who decided to be a creep for the day. Scaramouche kept his eyes on you. "You need anything else? I got the car running. Let's go if you're ready."

You look up at him like he was a fucking hero and Scaramouche all but does his best to not look as pompous as he felt. He sees the guy step back a little from his view, most likely thinking twice about following you when you're suddenly with company. He all but stares the fucker down until he leaves his line of sight.

Scaramouche breathes a short sigh of relief and he sees you do the same. He wanted to leave it at that, but if the guy was planning to follow you around the mall, he'd probably stick around a bit more. So fucking annoying. Not you, though. Although you were a bit annoying, you've probably been through more today than he had. He takes your wrist lightly.

"Where to next? I have family waiting outside."

You smile, relaxed and familiar. He holds your wrist, but you guide him around the store for a few other things before heading to the counter. When you leave the shop, plastic bags in hand, he motions for you to head to the parking lot and you follow albeit hesitantly, only visibly relaxing when you see a woman standing by a car who looks eerily similar to your rescuer.

"Oh? You have a friend." Scaramouche bites back the retort that almost slips past his lips. What did she mean by that? Of course he had friends. He'd never introduce them to her and her to them but he preferred keeping those two sides of his life away from each other.

"She had a bit of a problem and needed some help," she looks at you once and back to him. She gives him a knowing look but Scaramouche could swear on his grave that what she was thinking was vastly different from what was really going on.

"I see. Will your friend be joining us for dinner?" she looks at you with a soft smile and you return it. Scaramouche has half a mind to facepalm himself, he thanks what shred of patience he has left that he doesn't because you give him a glance.

"Thank you for the offer, but I should really be heading home," you turn to him fully and take the plastic bags from him. "Thanks for... helping me."

He opens his mouth but before he can say anything, you give him a knowing nod before quickly walking away. He watches you walk a few paces before he hears his mom clear her throat. He looks to her, already scowling.

"Don't tell me you're just gonna let her go like that?"

"What do you want me to do?"

Ei sighs. "At least make sure she gets a ride? If you walked her all the way over here, I can guess you wanted to give her a ride home. But that's out of the question now."

"Why are you so invested in this anyway? I just met her today."

"Oh, really? I thought you already knew each other." Ei hums as she rummages her purse for the keys. "You look like a pair. Not quite sure what kind, but definitely a pair of something. I think she’s rather cute."

He curses silently before jogging to catch up to you. He finds you standing by the bus stop. When you turn to him, you smile.

"Thanks for helping me again."

"You know I was planning on dropping you off at your place, right? Thought that was kinda clear with what I said at the grocery."

"Nah. I'd bothered you enough. Don't wanna bother your sister either." you grin at him, shuffling from foot to foot again, now with a pep in your step.

"First off, that was my mom, not my sister." you repeat the word 'mom' silently before looking at him with barely suppressed admiration, and Scaramouche barely holds himself back from groaning. "Second, it's fine. You're not scared that guy's gonna follow you home?"

"I'll be in a bus full of people. If he tries anything I'll scream my head off." you laugh. Scaramouche can hear a shred of doubt in your voice, but he doesn't say anything else. There's a pause of silence before you look at him from the corner of your eye and hum. "Y'know. I don't know how to properly thank you."

He waves you off. "Forget about it."

"How about I treat you?" you turn to him fully, like he just didn't brush you off. "I know a cafe by the train station that makes really good matcha lattes."

"What makes you think I even like matcha?" he sighs, but he thinks about it for a second. And then another second. Scaramouche blinks before he turns to you with a deadpan face. "You're just trying to take advantage of my scary dog privilege or whatever you call it."

"Maybe? Who knows?"you grin mischievously. "I'm serious about treating you to a meal, though. I owe you one. If you want you can just take the meal and forget about ever seeing me again."

Scaramouche sighs. Surely, it wouldn't hurt...?

"Alright then. When's our date?" You blink at him in surprise before laughing.

When people ask him how you two got together, he says you treated him to matcha for saving your life and you just hit it off. When they ask you to confirm, you excitedly show a picture of the two of you in the cafe of your first date. Should anyone try to mention the foam of milk from the matcha latte gathered around the top of his lips or the cat ears you had graciously edited onto the top of his head, Scaramouche is quick to silence them with a murderous look, almost the very same one he has on in the picture.

Some might think why doesn’t he just ask you to stop showing the photo to people? It’s enough for you to confirm that you got together over drinks, end of story. But as he watches and listens to you recount how you met again, the smile on your lips and the laughter that slips past and the grin as you show all the pictures - he can’t imagine saying no.

Why would he make you stop when you’re so happy?

That’s what he thinks now, as he sees the frown on your face.

He thought people already understood. He let you tell the story over and over even though it got on his nerves time and time again because it made you happy, yes, but also so people saw who they were messing with if they ever even thought of messing with you. This city was a small one - if people didn’t know him from his mother, they surely have heard of him and his friends. This city was the kind where word travelled fast if you were even in any social circle. If not for that, they would have surely seen him walking around with you with all the places you wanted to see.

He underestimated how dumb people could be.

Scaramouche rolled his eyes before frowning. He pocketed his phone and all but jogged to the park. From a distance, he could see two guys in front of the bench he was sure was where you were supposed to meet. It was the bench he and you stopped at to exchange numbers, so it became a place that meant a lot to you. When he was close, the group of guys looked at his direction, snickering, before heading to the next bench over. Finally, he has a perfect view of you, your head down, holding on to your drink and phone like a lifeline. His drink almost lay forgotten beside you.

He quickly grabbed the drink from your side and sat beside you. From the corner of his eye, he can see the group of guys stealing glances at the both of you, not even trying to hide their laughter and sneers. He’s gripping his drink almost as hard as you were.

“You’re here,�� you smile at him, but as quickly as it’s on your face it drops back to a wobbly frown and you look away. “Sorry if I made you hurry, I-”

“What happened? Did they do anything to you?” his voice comes out in a rush but it’s soft, as comforting as he can muster with the situation at hand. He can feel his blood boiling, his senses on high alert.

“No, no, they were just being mean and annoying and I-” you shakily pocket your phone and hold on to his hand. He can feel you shaking and he grit his teeth.

“What did they do? What the fuck did they say?” he was gripping onto the cup so tight he would’ve been surprised that it hadn’t broken yet if he wasn’t so focused on you.

“Nothing important.” he squeezes your hand, not enough to hurt, but to make sure you know that he’s here now. You didn’t need to hide anything from him. You just need to tell him. You look up at him and purse your lips. “They just said-”

He hears laughter and immediately whips his head towards the two guys, feeling absolutely feral. The closest one sitting on the edge of the bench flinches for a second, before he meets his glare with a sneer.

“I was wondering what kind of parents would leave their little princess walking around alone like that,” the guy smirks and Scaramouche can feel you flinch under his touch. “But another kid just showed up to pick them up. Where are your parents, kiddies?”

The two guys laugh and Scaramouche can feel his teeth crack with how hard he was biting down. He stands up but you hold on to his hand.

“Just let it go. Let’s just get out of here.” you mumble to him, but the guys heard perfectly.

“Let’s just get out of here~” the other guy copies your voice, all high pitched and mocking and everything that Scaramouche knew you were very much not. “She dresses like a little princess and sounds like one. Aren’t you too old for that?”

They howl with laughter and slowly, Scaramouche feels you let go of him. He looks to you, concerned, but you meet his eyes, your face blank but he knows that look.

Go for it.

With quick strides he’s right beside their bench. They stop for a moment to look at him.

He looks at the matcha latte in his hand and sighs.

What a waste of a drink. You got it for him, too.

“What are you- ARGH!” Scaramouche shakes the cup empty of all it’s content, making sure that each of the guys’ heads had at least a bit of the matcha drink. But Scaramouche was sure he got them both - it was a large drink, after all.

“Pick on someone your own size, you lil’-” the man closest to him goes to stand, but just as he does, Scaramouche raises his own leg and drives a kick right on his knees.

*CRACK*

The man screams in pain, forced to his knees and tending to his newly acquired wound. The other guy stands to try and help, but his form quickly falters as Scaramouche takes one step towards him, eyes blazing. The man doesn’t move, too frightened, as Scaramouche leans down to the man on the ground.

“There you go. Now we’re the same height.”

Scaramouche feels a pull on the back of his shirt and he’s ready to throw his arm back to punch when he sees you. He lets you pull him and you make a break for it as he hears the man crying in pain behind him.

Trees turn to buildings around you both as you leave the park and head to the city center, stopping only when you’re sure the coast is clear. You both take in large breaths of air after running for so long, but even the silence does nothing to make him realize the gravity of what just happened. That’s not the case for you, though.

“Oh, God, I didn’t think you’d do that. The drink, yeah, but...” you say between breaths. You take a shaky laugh and rub the back of your neck. “Was the kick really necessary, though?”

Was that necessary? Scaramouche knew the answer for himself. He walks closer to you.

Why would he let anyone destroy whatever you two had going on? You came as a pair.

"Scara, what are you-" he stops in his tracks and looks you in the eyes. There's a pause before he lifts his hand and flicks your forehead.

"Talk smack, get whacked."

"I didn't even say anything! And why are you hitting me?!"

There’s a pause as he runs his teeth over his lower lip.

“Hey… you.”

“Wow, I thought by now you knew my name,” you sneer at him. “You telling me you still don’t know it?”

He inhales before he says your name softly. You gape at him, suddenly aware of how serious he’s gotten. “You’re happy with… yourself, right…?”

“Of course I am. That’s not even worth asking about,” there’s a doubtful look on your face, but not because of your answer. Your apprehension stems from where this conversation was going.

“Keep being happy, then.” Scaramouche rubs the knuckles of your hand with his thumb before pressing a kiss to your palm. He smirks at you. “If anyone else says otherwise, a drink over their head and broken kneecaps are the least of their concerns.”

“Now, come on,” he doesn’t let go of your hand and you make no mention of it. “We still gotta stop by Nahida’s, right?”

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❀BONUS❀

“Your mom’s gonna kill us when she finds out what you did.”

“Nah. She’d be fine with it.” Scaramouche scoffs.

“Find out what?” Ei appears by the kitchen doorway and looks at you both expectantly. You turn to Scaramouche, eyes wide with fear, but he doesn’t flinch or even stop chopping the melon.

“I poured a drink over some guy who said Matcha was acting too much like a kid,” Scaramouche answers easily, passing you a melon slice. “Also might have broken their knee, but we didn’t get to see.”

“I’m really sorry, Ms. Ei-”

“That’s it?” Ei leans on the kitchen counter and to your surprise, looks at Scaramouche with disappointment. “You should’ve broken a bone or two more.”

You blink as they continue talking about how best to have handled the situation; all their solutions involved hurting someone.

Well, you guess Scaramouche must have had to got it from someone in the family.

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sotogalmo · 1 month ago

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I SAW IT EARLIER BUT FORGOR TO SEND SO for flors bday !! sorry if it's too much dhfjsjfbf

💭 THOUGHT BALLOON — what is your oc's MBTI, enneagram, and/or other personality aspects (if known/interested in)?

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

🐷 PIG FACE — what is your oc's favorite animal?

💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?

🍝 SPAGHETTI — what is/are your oc's favorite food(s)?

🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms?

NAH NAH ITS FINE AMIA. YOU ARE SO SWEET AND KIND TO MEEE. GRRRRRRAAA, kiss kiss to amia/p (sorry I answered this- not on her birthday- grrrr. Still tho. You are so amazing amia)

💭 answer; I think her MBTI type would just be Captain SpaceBoy's; ENFJ- 7w6 in enneagram. Tho ... Euh. Have her personality thrown at you

💯 answer; I remember that @paperstarry asked me about this (along with 🐷 & ☕)- so yh. Three random facts. Okay! / Flor's rabbit antics are like. A stim for her. Flor is actually very heavily autistic coded;; autistic clownnn :3 — Flor moreso bakes then cooks actually, she likes baking cookies!! — Flor is a physical stimmer, and so she. Randomly mimics "glitching" movements!! She's very interested in games.... Or the idea of one (she possibly visits Lang for that)

☕ answer (adding this in for the hell of it); Her favorite beverage between coffee, tea, chocolate milk, milk, water, etc— I think she would be a.. chocolate milk drinker out of the example. But for the "etc" part would DEFINITELY BE THE RAMUNE SODA. RAMUNE SODA FOR THE WIN. RAMUNE SODA 🔛🔝‼️

🐷 answer (to which @chevalperd asked me along with 🍝 for my other ocs, but imma still tag them in this); favorite animal. I'd like to think it's the ones she acts like (a rabbit), but then again she could most definitely like much smaller animals. Like rodents! Hamsters, guinea pigs, rats, mice, etc. I think in a modern au, Flor would def buy a pet guinea pig

💘 answer; the most important to Flor, is what's stated in her personality— she values a lot of communication and connection and overall attention. That's why she has her band of friends, and a larger range of acquaintances.

🍝 answer; favorite foods! Oh. It's a hard pick, since I didn't really fully expand on what she ate before she went to ANAKT. But I do think that she likes a lot of meat (lamb, pork, beef, etc). She would most likely say that they taste better raw (but that's only because she was a scavenger and didn't have time to eat the finale of the meal but doesn't matter as she at least helped chew some things and made it easier for pet humans to at least eat that type of food, should their owners give it to them)

🤔 answer; the biggest thing you can always know it's certainly Flor, is the whole rabbit thumping. It's semi-iconic I suppose.

#ask #mutual #astoryofsuchwoe #alnst oc #alien stage oc #alnst oc: flor #alnst ocs #alien stage ocs #ask game #GOD. IM SO SORRY RYAT I RESPONDED LATEE

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snuurge · 28 days ago

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project sekai evillious au brainstorm...

i only have four characters thought out bc i'm silly.

Behemo: Mizuki (Behemo is implied to be transfem, and Mizuki will use they/them in this au, but have shorter hair like their tween self)

Levia: Amia

Clarith: Kanade

Michaela: Nene

#evillious #evillious chronicles #project sekai #mizuki akiyama #nene kusanagi #kanade yoisaki

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77ngiez-archive · 1 year ago

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the first thing i draw for my yttd swap au… and its This

#amia’s art #yttd #yteh #your turn emiri harai!#emiri harai #sou hiyori #yttd midori #megumi sasahara #ranmaru kageyama #anzu kinashi #safamiley #tia safalin #sue miley #if anybody is curious abt the au feel free to send me asks :3 #and yeah i posted floormaster joe&sara before this but this was drawn first

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meku95 · 6 months ago

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COUGH COUGH

yes definetly I am not obssesed with my blorbos sldkfknf WHAT I LOVE THEM

#meku95 #meku art #oc #string of blood #margaret #Amias #funfred #fnaf you not au #fnaf #doodles #sketches

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sith-shenanigans · 4 months ago

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Introduction and Masterpost

Hello! I’m Io (with an i, not an L), they/them, enthusiast of evil space wizards and other assorted terrible people everywhere. This is primarily a SWTOR blog, but I post about other fandoms occasionally, and have recently fallen down a terrible hyperfixation hole about Fallen London. I write longfic, on a somewhat inconsistent schedule; chronic illness makes it difficult to put out chapters consistently.

I don’t have a DNI, but I block bigots and anyone whose posts I’d prefer not to see. I don’t do shipping discourse, and I don’t necessarily care what you ship, but see the previous sentence; if it makes me uncomfortable, and there are definitely things that make me profoundly uncomfortable out there, I’ll probably block you. (This has much more to do with tone than content—I have triggers, I’m all for people experiencing unpleasant things in safe ways, but the moment it feels like they’re being written as good and sweet and normal I’m going to nope on out of there as fast as I can. For my own mental health, and because the alternative is me biting someone’s head off.)

For my own part, I often write about dark subjects (especially in regards to my SWTOR OCs), and this blog may contain untagged discussion of fictional slavery, speciesism, systemic child abuse, state violence, toxic and abusive relationships, and similar topics. Mentions of sexual assault are generally tagged as “sexual assault cw.” I try to tag discussion of parental or school-based child abuse as “child abuse cw,” as well as in-depth descriptions of it in general, but I can’t 100% guarantee it. I try to remember to tag what friends ask me to tag, but if we don’t know each other well, I may not be able to manage it.

For neurodivergence reasons, I find it extremely difficult to describe images most of the time, but I’m trying to include alt text on screenshots of tags more consistently, and I’m attempting to tag my own posts with undescribed images as “undescribed.” (This includes most of my Fallen London posting, because there’s just enough formatting to poke me in the “cannot easily transcribe visuals to text” issue.)

Liminality/Discontent (SWTOR):

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Discontent Main Cast:

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Sunlight (SWTOR):

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Other/Miscellaneous (SWTOR):

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Fallen London:

Amias Arling, the Calescent Inquisitive. Heart’s Desire. A former freelance detective with a few unfortunate soft spots, who came to the Neath for a case and ended up framed for something their target did. Extremely clever and extremely driven, but embodies the maxim that everyone has a plan until they get punched in the face. Practically allergic to the direct route, unless it seems like no one would ever expect it. And even then, they’d rather take a convoluted way around.

SWTOR:

Liminality/Discontent, a sometimes-AU SWTOR novelization in multiple parts. Has a heavy focus on the implications that the game didn’t go into, the politics of the galaxy, and the pressure the protagonists go through.

like a moth to you, sunlight, a collaboration with my sibling @azems-familiar. Not very much is written on it, because collaboration is hard even when both people involved aren’t chronically ill (and our hyperfixations are largely elsewhere right now), but we love our terrible children anyway.

Liminality/Discontent:

The Dead Star; The Ruin, a prologue of a sort. As yet unpublished. Also works as a standalone work.

Anamnesis, a KOTOR novelization with a certain amount of playing with the format. A tragedy, if a bittersweet one, and a case study in why villains with good motivations are still villains. On hiatus.

Liminality, my pride and joy and occasional mortal enemy. The first and primary of two SWTOR base game novelizations, covering the Sith Inquisitor, Smuggler, Sith Warrior, and Jedi Consular storylines. It deals heavily with loss and family—the latter both by blood and by choice, and sometimes unexpectedly uncovered. It’s also about history, about the boundaries between past and future and life and death—and the things that survive when someone is gone. The galaxy is full of dangerous secrets, and cycles that seem inexorable; in the end, though, what matters most are the choices you make and why.

Discontent, the fic I will someday definitely write. Covers the Jedi Knight, Imperial Agent, Bounty Hunter, and Republic Trooper. It’s about war, mostly, and cleaning up other people’s messes. Nobody gets to step off a battlefield as the same person who walked onto it, if they make it off at all, but there are reasons to keep trying—even if only some of them are good ones. And somebody has to be the one to chase down the conspiracies in the dark.

Sacrifice, as yet not even started, which will cover the portion of the game running from the end of the class stories to Ziost. There’s a fourth fic for the Alliance era, tentatively titled Conviction, but there’s less in my head about how that one’s going to go.

Sunlight:

still my heart is heavy (with the hate of some other man’s beliefs), about spies and loyalty and people making slightly better decisions than they could have. Written primarily by @azems-familiar, who Illami belongs to. (I helped write Ardun.)

Other/Miscellaneous (SWTOR):

your last serving daughter, a collaboration with @reconstructionlegacy. Our silly little AU about Empire and the people who wish they didn’t live in it. Also infrequently updated due to the trials of life and coauthorship.

Fallen London:

None, yet, but it will happen. I can feel it.

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wosemi-sama · 9 months ago

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i talked abt this on main a lot but heres the niigo roommates au fic that i came up w an eternity ago... also transmascfuyu as usual bc i love him.

intended lowercase!

yuki gets a fish - n25 roommates au

mafuyu had just left the pet shop. he was carefully holding a clear plastic bag with a betta fish swimming safely inside.

mafuyu walked towards his apartment, which was just a block away, as the cold wind blew against the back, his coat shielding him as he stepped on the wet sidewalk, still drying from last night's rain.

mafuyu finally arrived to his apartment complex, where his roommates were awaiting him. he took the elevator up to the floor he lived on and walked up to the door. mafuyu took out a key from his coat pocket and unlocked the door.

with a small click, mafuyu was at the doorway. he took a couple steps inside until he was in the living room.

"i'm home." mafuyu announced. he stared blanky at his roommates, waiting for an answer. he didnt have to wait much, because mizuki greeted him with a wave immediately.

"hello mafuyu." kanade's said softly without taking her eyes off the tv.

"hey mafuyu!!" mizuki looked back at him and waved. "you got the fish?"

"duh!!" ena put down her tablet and pen, pointed at the plastic bag in mafuyu's hand as mafuyu stayed standing there. mizuki rolled their eyes and looked at mafuyu again as kanade stayed silent, simply listening to the conversation.

"yes." mafuyu answered mizuki's question. mizuki stuck her tongue out at ena while she rolled her eyes, visibly annoyed. "i've been thinking..." mafuyu continued, "what should we name it?"

without thinking, mizuki blurted out possibly the worst answer ever.

"deez nuts."

everyone whipped their heads around in the blink of an eye and faced mizuki.

ena's brows furrowed, "are you fucking kidding me, mizuki- again???"

see, mizuki had been going through this phase recently where whenever they're asked a question, they answer with "deez nuts" and only "deez nuts". nothing else.

"seriously, what the fuck is wrong w-"

mafuyu interrupted ena before she could go on a huge rant, "alright, it's settled then."

"what?!" ena was shocked. "no way you're actually going to name it that!"

"i am." mafuyu deadpanned before walking up to the aquarium he set up next to the tv. kanade went to the kitchen and returned with a pair of scissors in the blink of an eye.

kanade handed mafuyu the scissors before he slowly lowered the bag into the aquarium water and cut open the plastic bag. he let the fish swim out before taking the bag out of the water.

mafuyu walked into the kitchen to throw the plastic bag in trash as kanade sat back down on her tiny spot on the couch. mizuki and ena looked at each other before mizuki stuck their tongue out at her again.

mafuyu took the fish food next to the tank and sprinkled some on the surface of the water. he went back to the apartment's entrance to take off his coat and shoes. it was quiet for a moment, other than the anime that was still playing on tv and the hum of the ceiling lights.

ena looked at mizuki again and interrupted the silence, "seriously, 'deez nuts'??? you've got to be joking, amia." ena looked off to the side, looking at the anime on tv, which suddenly peaked her interest as the protagonist was doing the magical girl transformation she does every episode.

"quit being such a hater!!" mizuki pretended to look hurt. "you wouldn't make fun of a child for being named 'ligma', would you??"

"yeah, i would!" ena crossed her arms.

mizuki gasped and put the back of their hand to their forehead dramatically, "how could you!! i'm literally reporting you to the police."

ena huffed, "well, news flash buddy, no sane person would name their kid 'ligma'! in the history of ever, actually!"

"well, i would!"

"why are you lying to prove a point you don't even AGREE with your own damn point."

"yeah you're right, i am." mizuki giggled before running off to their room and slamming the door shut.

ena sighed one of the most dramatic sighs as kanade did her best to contain her laughter. not a day went by when the duo made kanade laugh. she loved living with them.

#a letter from yours truly!💌#i dont like this one but i stay sooo fucking silly dude #kanade yoisaki #mafuyu asahina #ena shinonome #mizuki akiyama #project sekai fanfic #project sekai #proseka #puroseka #nightcord at 25:00 #n25 #25 ji nightcord de

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pjsk-writin · 11 months ago

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♡ DAY 38 ; Akito Shinonome

🦔 anon asked ;; "May I have this dance?"

(amia note: FANTASY AU U R SO GENIUS.)

The ball was something straight out of a fairy tale. You were currently standing off to the side, content with watching the other guests dance and mingle.

As you watched, the sound of someone clearing their throat reached your ears. You turned to look, finding one of the royal guards standing before you, looking almost...nervous.

"Apologies if I interrupted you, but...May I have this dance?"

His voice is weirdly soft as he asks, offering a gloved hand to you as his uniform shines in the ballroom lights.

You don't hesitate to take his hand, eager to dance with him as he led you to the dance floor.

His grip is firm yet gentle, swaying side to side with you as he can't help but smile.

"This is nice."

You nod your agreement, smiling in return.

"Thank you for the dance, sir knight."

He laughs, shaking his head.

"Please, call me Akito."

taglist ; @fayeelikefairie , @akitofixated , @starry-sky-melody , @akiyamasmizuki , @memoriesmelody

#project sekai x reader #pjsk x reader #akito shinonome x reader #shinonome akito x reader #one year event !

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icywaddle · 3 months ago

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Intersekai au [3/?]

Kanade slipped through the doorway, blinking as a wave of bright light assaulted her eyes. She raised a hand to cover her face, squinting and trying to adjust her eyes to the brightness.

“Ah! A new person!” A voice exclaimed, friendly and light. Kanade glanced up, noticing a pair of figures standing by another door. Through her fingers, she made out a pair of tall figures approaching her, both different shades of blue. “Oh! Are you alright-?” The same voice asked, stopping a respectful distance away from Kanade.

Nodding, Kanade slowly moved her hands away from her face. “Yes, sorry. It’s just… uh… very bright in here.” She straightened up, glancing at the two people who had approached her. “Um… you two are?”

The taller one smiled in relief, pale teal leaves swishing around her torso. “Ah, that’s…” She glanced over at the other girl.

“It’s complicated.” The other girl finished for her, stepping closer to stand next to her companion. “We’ve got here a while before you did, and tried to… introduce ourselves. But, it seems we can’t say our names.”

Kanade tilted her head. “Huh? Why would they…?”

The girl shrugged, blue petals swishing like strands of angularly cut short hair. “Beats me. You’re welcome to try if you want to confirm it for yourself, though.”

“Alright…” Kanade gazed up at the two opposite her. “It’s nice to meet you two. My name is- ███…!” She tried to speak, but found her breath catching in her throat. It wasn’t as painful as being strangled, but the air-sealing effect was similar. A beat of panicked gulping later, Kanade gasped in a breath as she felt her airways open back up.

The teal haired girl winced, staring at Kanade with mild concern. “Yikes-! Sorry… we should’ve warned you…” She fiddled with her fingers as Kanade panted, catching her breath back. “You can’t spell your name or charade it out either- We tried everything.”

“Then… should we use nicknames?” Kanade asked, breathing in and out slowly. She looked up at the two in front of her. “In that case… you can call me…”

“K?”

A voice asked from behind her. Startled, Kanade turned around and noticed a pink haired person waving at her from the door, wincing as the lights in the hall momentarily blinded them.

“Ah, Amia!” Kanade waved, inviting Mizuki over. “You received an invite too?”

Mizuki nodded as the blue haired girl tilted her head in confusion. “Yeah! Jeez, you worried us, K. We all thought you disappeared or something!”

“Hold on- My apologies for interrupting, but- Did you say her name?” One of the girls asked, glancing between Kanade and Mizuki.

“Oh, that’s not my actual name. My real name is-” With an alarmed yelp, Kanade reached up and slapped a hand over Mizuki’s mouth. Mizuki let out a muffled protest, shooting a confused glance down at Kanade and pulling her hand off. “Ow-! What was that for?”

Kanade blinked apologetically, lowering her hand. “S-Sorry Ak- Amia-! It’s just- we can’t say our names.” She waved vaguely around. “Something here stops us, and when it does, it’s… uncomfortable, to say the least.”

Mizuki nodded. “Ah, so nicknames, then? Works fine with me!” She turned to the other two, nodding and giving them a curtsy and a grin. “Hey there! My name is Amia. K, you already introduced yourself, right?”

Shrugging, Kanade glanced away sheepishly. “I tried, at least- but, yeah. As Amia said, you can call me K.”

The teal haired girl glanced over at her blue haired companion. “We should make up nicknames as well, right? It’ll be like going incognito!”

“I suppose so.” The blue haired girl laughed, covering her mouth with one hand. “Then… perhaps ‘Arrow’ for you?”

Blinking, the other girl raised an eyebrow questioningly. “Arrow? Hmm- I see the theme, but…” she trailed off, glancing into space for a moment before looking back. “It feels… I don’t know. What about ‘Veil?’”

Nodding, Amia grinned at the girl. “Not that I really have room to speak here, but I like ‘Veil.’ It suits you.”

The blue haired girl nodded her agreement. “I think it fits better than arrow. Hmm… then, for me…”

“Ocean!” The teal haired girl blurted out, just as the blue haired girl said “Phenny?” The two stared at each other for a moment, a blush creeping up the blue haired girl’s cheeks as she turned away and buried her face in her hands.

“Ocean it is…” She mumbled, still pointedly staring away from the taller girl, who had started giggling softly.

Kanade tilted her head. “Phenny? The… Phoenix Wonderland mascot?”

Ocean buried her head in her hands, shaking her head. “Please… forget I said anything.” Her ears were burning red as she continued to hide, even as Veil placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, still shaking slightly from suppressed laughter.

“I-it’s alright, K- Ocean.” She said, still stifling her giggles.

Ocean merely groaned, running a hand through the blue leaves of her hair and glancing back up. “Please… Ignore that.” She said, the embarrassed desperation in her voice drawing a giggle from Amia.

“Ah, it’s all good.” Amia said, grinning and leaning over to give Ocean a gentle pat on the back. “Seriously! it was endearing-”

Before she could finish her sentence, another door creaked open. All four of the group members turned around, noticing a door that hadn’t opened yet laying slightly ajar. A girl stumbled out of the doorway, muttering something under her breath as she stopped herself from tripping over her feet. Sweeping the pale green leaves framing her ornate mask, she glanced around, noticing the four others already standing together and instantly shrinking back into herself slightly.

“H-huh?”

[Participant H-1005-M has entered]

[Participant S-1206-M has entered]

[Participant M-0827-N has entered]

[Participant N-0720-W has entered]

[Current participants: K-0201-N, N-0720-W, M-0827-N, H-1005-M, S-1206-M]

A/N:

Sorry for the shit quality, it’s like 1 AM here and I’ve got something big to do tomorrow. Might revamp later/add more detail? Cheers, tumblers, I’m gonna go collapse

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