#Anyways I'm back and I love reverse AUs far too much

[mythicmanuscripts]

weird idea but aegon x vampire reader. reader feeeing of hil etc.

thx xoxo

So I went all the way to the bottom of my askbox and I discovered this absolute masterpiece of a question. I love this, 10/10. I'm tag this with 'Aegon x vampire!reader' so that we can discuss it more under the same tag and also so if you arent interested then just block that tag. I think I'm also going to make a larger tag of 'hotd supernatural!au' so that we can possibly discuss other stuff about this? (Sidenote: both aemond and rhaenyra/daemon would LOVE to be with a witch)

Anyway, NSFW sub!aegon with vampire reader below the cut

So firstly, you know how some people say they don't get the dear over vampires because if a hot person wanted to suck their blood and fuck them then they'd love it? Yeah that's aegon, absolutely zero reservations he realises he's caught the attention of a very attractive vampire and he drives in headfirst.

I think this makes the most sense if the supernatural were normal in this au, but I think vampires would still have a pretty bad rep? They're known for being lone wolfs who use people and can easily hurt others and generally dont tend to be seen very often.

You notice Aegon for the first time at a pub, and of course he's surrounded by people because he's the king. He looks around the room at one point and spots you in the shadows. He's not sure what makes him do it, but he decides to go over to you.

You know who he is of course, but you don't address him as 'your grace' and instead just chuckle and call him pretty boy. Which... from that moment he's hooked.

You end up in his bed at the red keep, and you don't even feed off him that night, instead it's just sex. Which... you may have just ruined Aegon for everyone else because he's pretty sure he saw god during his third orgasm. You completely wreck him, turning him into a whining, shivering mess who cant even speak properly.

You dont leave then of course, because he's far too sweet for that, and you stay to give him aftercare. You intend to leave once he's calmed down, but then he falls asleep in your arms and you can't bring yourself to risk waking him up by leaving. So you end up sleeping with him for the night.

He's awake when you wake up the next morning, but he's still in your arms.

Vampires are known to be very strong and very dangerous, and logically Aegon knows he should feel scared being this close and vulnerable with one, but it's actually the opposite. He knows how strong and dangerous you are and he feels so much safer for it? He knows you'll protect him, even though he's just met you he's certain of it.

Once you wake up, you quickly realise you have a slight problem. You hadnt intended to spend the night, and you should have fed at least a little last night (instead you just fucked the king, which, fair enough).

Aegon is worried when you push him out of your arms, and he's looking at you with these wide puppy eyes and batting at your arms, trying to get you to open them again. He's just very needy little thing.

You tell him that you loved the night before and he was perfect, but now you have to get going because you haven't fed in a while. You expect this to be a good enough reason, but it's not to him. When he hears that, he simply holds his arm out for you, wrist up.

You push it away and look away from him, not wanting to lose control but he's insistent. You rocked his world the night before, and he wants to help!! I knows you won't kill him, so he wants to help!

You give in, even though you know you shouldn't, and end up drinking from him. If there's one thing Aegon didnt expect, it's how good it felt? It feels insane, so so so good.

You don't drink much out of fear of hurting him, but you drink enough and the moment you pull away, aegon is moving forwards and back into your arms.

Needless to say, you return to the castle very often.

(Sidenote: what about the reverse of this with Aemond? He's the vampire and he pretty much just follows the reader around like a lost puppy. He won't feed from anyone else, he'd rather starve than feed from another)

[char-lie-spirals]

I would like to learn about the rest of the aus you mentioned here:3

Okay okay so!! I talked about some of them, so I'll just put the entire list under the cut and either link to my previous responses or cook something up! And what I cook up can possibly include a snippet of my writing too :]

Also since this is a lot of AUs/WIPs I'll try to be brief, but feel free to ask about more details on them!

Terminus' Ritual

This is an AU I've had for like a year now, and it answers a very simple question - What if the End HAD a ritual? That its avatars complete between mag 159 and mag 160? Simple answer - Zombies. And also some deaths getting reversed because getting a quick taste of it should make people more scared, and it's hard to keep a zombie apocalypse going with too few people. (This doesn't match the End's values, I Know.)

I have some notes on different characters' situations, who comes back etc etc but honestly the storyline I focused on the most is Oliver seeking shelter in Graham's old flat only for Graham to also be there, Pretty Confused about the passage of time between his death and now. :]

Graham gets spat out AU

Sasha gets replaced, NotSasha picks up the tape recorder and goes to dispose of the tape. The Artifact Storage is silent, but not empty, as a man who doesn't recall his own name wakes up on the floor. Okay this already sounds a bit like a snippet so I guess you can have a proper one too:

It was all pointless, you only suffered longer -- but is that truly pointless?

This one is a WIP in which I just wanted to explore the idea that the only reason Graham lived for so long was because he was scared that entire time, to the point the NotThem wasn't in much of a rush. It's pretty angsty, but can be bittersweet too if you look at it at the right angle and I am a simple man with a lot of hope in my heart. I've not been making much progress with it, and I'm not sure if I'll end it on the title-question and leave it up for the reader to decide, or if I'll provide my own answer, but let me say here: I don't think it was pointless. Not to me.

Michael(s) experience confusion

Already talked about this one here!

Graham Lives WITHOUT Becoming

Graham survives the events of MAG 003 because Oliver gets there in time to help him, and the two of them try to navigate the aftermath together. They go through many ups and downs, Oliver ends up becoming an Avatar himself, but Graham just kinda,, doesn't?? It just never happens. No fear claims him. At this point a lot of people are convinced he's an Avatar because of how his life is intertwined with the Fears but nope. Just some guy who can bluff pretty decently, gets lucky a lot, and loves his End-Avatar fiance a whole bunch :] (yes they're engaged now)

Graham Folger Lives because The Eye Is A Backseat Gamer

One of my Eye Graham AUs :] The main one, you could say! In this one, The Eye backseat-games his MAG 003 experience, and he Knows where to hide, what to do, and how to survive. After that, he goes on to start working at the institute, becomes an Archival Assistant after Jon's promotion, and goes through the horrors! I also talked about it Ages ago, right here- hold on that was in MAY???? 2023????? 10 months ago???? This is messed up.

Anyway! here's a little something I have written about it so far :]

DeathNote intro

Just me trying to explore how Graham and Oliver might've met, grown closer, gotten together and stayed together for 6 years :] No clue if I'll ever publish this and if so, if I'll use it as a backstory/background for one of my AUs or as its own stand-alone thing? But yeah it's just the two of them growing closer and falling in love :] You can have this snippet of it, too! It's their literal first meeting!

Antique seller Graham

Talked about this one here! I will probably do so again soon! But you can also have a snippet, since I guess writing all this really put me in a snippet mood! This is from this AU's version of Amy's statement :D

Cockroach Graham AU

I don't think I need to elaborate.

[justagalwhowrites]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag, @sawymredfox!!!

1. how many works do you have on AO3?

21

2. what’s your total AO3 word count?

1,032,269. When you throw in the Tumblr only stuff I think I'm closer to 1.2 million overall.

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Pedro Pascal fandom, mostly TLOU! But I'd love to spend some time with Poe Dameron, my beloved, so I might dive into Star Wars beyond Mando at some point :)

4. top five fics by kudos 

I'm really not sure on Tumblr? Individual chapters don't get as much attention and I don't write many one shots, my highest single post on Tumblr is probably a one shot but I have NO CLUE which one!

On AO3:

Lavender

Beskar Doll

Yearling

New in Town

Lavender No Outbreak AU

5. do you respond to comments?

I used to be so much better about doing this and I've just not been keeping up with it lately. I want to get back to it! I LOVE getting comments, they make me so happy! Part of my issue is I read them immediately even if I don't have time to respond and I'm like "I'll respond when I post the next chapter" and then I post the next chapter super late at night and I'm so tired and I'm just like "I'll reply later" and then I never do.

ANYWAY! I want to get back to replying to comments because I love them. I used to reply to every one. Less now.

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably Proof of Life, an angsty as hell QZ!Joel era one shot. I traffic in angst but I like my happy endings, especially for long fics :)

7. what’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Lavender I think. After all that angst, they got the life they wanted and saved the world. Not too shabby.

8. do you get hate on fics?

I haven't really! I've had a few people disagree with directions I took characters or plot lines and a few people send asks that didn't feel so nice but I'm not sure they were intended to not be nice. I try to not take those things personally. But everyone as been exceedingly kind, probably kinder than I deserve!

9. do you write smut?

I do but I feel like it's my weakest area. If you're looking primarily for smut and reading my stuff, you're probably in the wrong place, I'm sorry! I wish I was better at it! I feel like I'm getting better at it. But alas!

10. craziest crossover?

I haven't written any and I haven't really read any, either. Closest thing I came to a crossover I think is tying the prequel trilogy and the original trilogy of Star Wars into Doll's history in Beskar Doll.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

None so far!

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

Not shared anywhere but I do have commenters in other languages tell me they've put my fic into Google Translate to read it! I think that's immensely cool .

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

I haven't but I'd be open to it! 

14. all time favorite ship?

Of characters that actually exist in canon? Probably Han Solo and Leia Organa. I LOVE them. Love love love love LOVE them. The "I love you" "I know" in Empire followed by the reversal in Jedi? TO DIE FOR.

15. what’s a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

As far as fics go? None. I have the stories so thoroughly planned there I'm compelled to finish them, I can't help it. I wasn't always this thorough of a planner, though, and I have so many books that I've started and written like 40k words of that I'll probably never finish. That breaks my heart a little. All these characters who won't get to live their whole lives because I can't get their stories across the finish line. But I'm not sure I have enough hours left in the rest of my life to tell every story I've got inside me so it'll have to be what it will be!

16. what are your writing strengths?

Dialogue.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

Everything else lol especially smut. I feel like my descriptions are often lacking, too.

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Yes please! As long as the author can do it right (either because they know the language enough or get help from someone who does - the translate tools just aren't great at grammar and it takes me out if it's a language I know.)

19. first fandom you wrote in?

The Pedro fandom! Specifically, the Mandalorian. Beskar Doll, my first baby <3

20. favorite fic you’ve written?

Probably Lavender? Maybe Yearling. It's so hard to say! I'm probably the most attached to Doc and Joel, though.

NP tags: @dancingtotuyo @beardedjoel @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @netherfeildren and anyone else who wants to play!

[boxfullaturtles]

I want to know all the things about your KH AU. Please just tell me things, because I love it.

oh Kingdom Hearts AU, how i have neglected you…. UnU what can I say about KH AU hhhmm (aside from having Raph's ref sheet half done and then getting distracted by a million other things lol) let's see........

Donnie loses his heart at some point. Not because of a Heartless or other enemy, but because he pushes himself too hard and too far.

He does create a Heartless. I don't know what kind of Nobody he leaves behind

The rest of the family do end up finding--and fighting--Donnie's Heartless. How do they know it's Donnie's? Well, aside from Mikey being able to sense Donnie's Heart, buried and smothered in Darkness, there's a certain...Donatello flavor to the way the Heartless looks.

I have not finished designing the Donnie Heartless.

How do they get Donnie back? I dunno. Maybe it involves the piece of his Heart he left with Shelldon.

What's in the half of Donnie's lab that no one ever gets to see? That's a secret. For now.

Casey's Future Leo only had one Keyblade and it wasn't Arc Hope, so Future Leo didn't have portals. In fact, Future Leo's Keyblade didn't seem like it fit him at all. A heavy hitter with a reverse grip didn't really fit his fighting style. But he made it work.

Future Mikey was so powerful that his Keyblade kind of just...floated around him, like an extension of himself. He wielded it kind of like how Sora's Final Form uses Keyblades in KH2.

Casey Junior gets a shock when he sees the present day Keyblades. And an even bigger one when Leo portals. And then the biggest one when Leo gains Synch Blade and dual Keyblades.

I love the design of Before the Fall so damn much. But I don't think it fits Leo very well overall. I think after the Krang, the whole thing is weighing heavily on his Heart and he can't let it go. So while he has a lot more faith in his family (After the Rise), he's struggling with keeping that faith in himself. It's letting doubt and Darkness creep into his Heart and it's going to take some work and character development for him to overcome this. Before the Fall is a little too heavy with Darkness for him.

When Leo DOES find himself in a better place, Before the Fall will change. To what? I haven't decided yet. I just don't think Leo should be forced to carry a burden like that Keyblade. He deserves something better.

April's Keyblade is the only one I haven't figured out a name for yet.

In the silly TMNT AU Competition comic I did, Donnie mentions a "Worlds We Are Banned From" list. This is a real list. They have been forbidden from returning to some worlds for...reasons. The reasons may or may not be because of shit they've done.

Raph and Leo sort of co-lead the group, but Raph still acts as the big brother most of the time, trying to wrangle his siblings into behaving. Except when he's acting out too, and then it's April's job.

April getting a Keyblade was an accident. Donnie accidentally did it when they were little.

What's Draxum doing in this AU? Why did he make the turtles? What are the Foot Clan doing? How does The Shredder work? Fuck if I know. What, you think I planned this or something?

Yes, there is magic that alters their appearance depending on what kind of world they land on. Most of the time, it's like a surface level glamour that only affects the eyes of the inhabitants (this is my headcanon as to why no questions why a duck and a dog are following Sora around 90% of the time, they look human on worlds with humans). There have been a few worlds where they've had to deal with physical transformations. Suffice it to say that those have been an absolute riot for everyone.

And...that's all I got. For now anyway. There is still some stuff I'm working on, but it's sort of taken a back seat to everything else...

[crisiscutie]

Hello, I'm the creator of the Irregularity AU here!!! I gotta say you made the AU more amazing. I actually didn't meant that Y/n went back to multiple crucial points in the FF7 timeline therefore gave birth to many small worlds of the FF7 universe (Like the theory where your different choices can create alternate realities and in another world,you went the other way)

She only went back to the start of FF7 Remake since it's the timeline that was reversed but still what you wrote is much more amazing. It's interesting that Y/n went back to many important points in time of FF7 timeline like CC or Pre Nibelheim

FF7 Remake is complicated, there's the theory of multiverse (Example: Zack lives bitches!!!). I watched an analysis of the game on YouTube once and it actually made sense in a way. Aerith and Sephiroth somehow sent their consciousness when they were in AC timeline back to the past and their past vessels,specifically the start of FF7's main story therefore we got FF7 Remake. In a way it does explain how Sephiroth and Aerith seems to know more than they should've had, meaning the reality had been tampered with in some ways

I noted that Sephiroth wasn't even physically present in the entire game yet somehow he killed President Shinra,bc he was encased in mako energy at the Northern Crater. Then how did he does it? FF7 Remake is like a fever dream

Anyway great job you did there with writing Irregularity AU!!!

Ah, okay, my bad. 😅 I want to watch that analysis! I will try to search for it! And alternate reality is what I love about the remake. Lots of interesting things the writers are trying to do differently so it wouldn't be the same story with pretty graphics. I'm excited for the new things they'll come up with for the next two games in the remake trilogy. But at the same time, the OG game was full of interesting, major events so I'm worried some important moments will be cut or altered too drastically... But anyways, thank you! I still love your AU, so I came up with another scenario for it! And I see the other spicy AU you got cooking up in my inbox too~! 😏

Content Warnings: Physical Abuse, Blood and NSFW themes, slight non-con under the cut (i mistyped the last word with an n)

༻❁༺ A new opportunity to remake.

Within your AU, I like to think that the darling, having traveled so far back in time, will be lulled into a false sense of security, because Sephiroth is just a cruel mastermind. Eventually, she'll believe she has escaped him. As she's presented with a new chance to reintroduce herself to Cloud, she wouldn't notice the sudden darkness forming in her room as she stares at Cloud from her window. She's made a terrible, terrible mistake in assuming her security... When Sephiroth steps out from the darkness of her room, she's filled with dread as she slowly turns to watch his menacing prowl toward her. The possibility of meeting Cloud again, which she had been so eagerly anticipating, had been cruelly taken away from her.

Cloud will remain in the area with unease, as if something should be happening, but he couldn't figure out what.

Now with AC Sephiroth and 7R's Seph's conscious as one? He'll dispense a cruel, eternal punishment on the darling.

༻❁༺ Not the reunion she wanted.

He'll summon Masamune and kick her down, and put his boot down right on her lower stomach. His eyes will soften with delight as he rambles about how happy he is to reunite with his darling once more. Pride will radiate from him, as no matter how much time or space shifted, it couldn't prevent their reunion. He'd then ramble about his darling's womb, how he couldn't wait to plant his corrupted seed within it, to start his dynasty to rule time and space as he puts more weight on her lower stomach... Then, with a wicked smile, he watches his darling squirm in terror and discomfort, before mockingly questioning her ability to escape him this time as Masamune draws the slightest hint of blood from her delicate neck.

He'd remember how, (in the AC timeline), his darling hung around Cloud and his friends, daringly interacting and smiling at other men... It's a shame that Sephiroth needs to correct his darling before she could greet Cloud this time. Did his darling really think the warmth caress of his touch was inferior to any other? The cold steel of Masamune draws more blood, threatening to turn the darling's stinging cut into an agonizing wound at any moment.

Before she can ask how he caught up with her, his darling will hear him chuckle, saying no matter how much she ran, he could always catch her.

Before his darling knows it, he's eye-level with her, his soft, glossy lips almost brushing against her own as he slowly spreads her legs apart. He'll lovingly trace her inner thighs while staring her down. She can try to kick and move, but his magical prowess prevented any movement. She can open her mouth, but only quiet whimpers will come out. As Sephiroth plants a tender yet passionate kiss on her lips, tears will spill down her cheeks. After all what she's done, it meant nothing. This is only the start of her eternal punishment...

Meanwhile, Cloud lets out a heavy sigh, feeling a strange emptiness as he leaves the area and continues his mission.

Side Note: I still like to think Aerith assisted with the darling getting away from Sephiroth initially considering how she would be her best ally.

[lowlywriter]

Don't have any questions just here to gush about that fic where midoriya universe hops by accident to a world where deku is a villain. It's so lovely and so wonderful and kept me crazy locked in the whole time. I sat in my car for so long that when I opened the door, the alarm went off ;((((((( and then I was the asshole with a car alarm blaring for a minute while I tried to figure out how to make it stop. I love how you were so kind to all the characters, kind enough to hold up a mirror and tell some of them *COUGH* RECOVERY GIRL *COUGH* that they need to do better. But without character bashing. I love your AU aizawa, he's everything that I love about canon aizawa with a bit more insight and a bit more enforced free time. I love your take on villain deku, it all feels so earned and so real. I loved it all, and if you ever return to this world, just know I'll be THERE. Anyway thank you for giving me a whole day of truly my favorite villain deku/universe hopping MHA fic so far ^-^

Hello!

Super sorry for the late response, I've been hyper-focused on writing something and was super busy with work, so I haven't looked at my Tumblr in a hot sec!

I'm so glad to hear you liked the fic!! When Realities Collide is probably my favorite MHA fic that I've written, so it holds a special place in my heart! It was so much fun, and also a nice change of pace from your traditional villain/time travel AU. It's amazing to know people still love it as much as I do! <3

I really wanted to point out the flaws without bashing the characters, I mean, even our boy Aizawa wasn't an amazing teacher throughout the show, but I wholeheartedly believe he would've been able to see something wrong if he'd glanced in from an outsider's perspective. He does have those kids best interest at heart T-T

Recovery Girl always irked me though, no argument here XD

Midoriya just has such a wholesome and earnest character, I've always found villain!Deku fics a bit out of character for him (though I love them too, and do get the role reversal appeal), so I wanted to make the world less black and white and give him the background for it, but not make him malicious. I love a good morally grey area!

Anyways! I do still have plans to come back and write that sequel (at some point) when I find the motivation to hope back into the MHA world! I'm currently working on some JJK stuff, so maybe after that :)

Thank you for taking the time to send me an ask! I appreciate it! I'm very glad you enjoyed the fic!

[gorgeousundertow]

First Line Analysis

Rules: post the first lines of up to 10 of your last fics/chapters posted on AO3 or your WIPs and try to draw some conclusions.

Thank you to @ackackh for tagging me! I'm going to go in reverse order to see if I can learn something about the growth of my writing (or maybe the reverse, lol)

10. Richard Winters finished his letter, but hesitated over how to sign it. (From He That Shall Live This Day, and See Old Age)

I'm happy with this. It's short, but it invites the reader in; something is going on in Dick's mind, something he feels uncertain about, and since this is fandom, we already know this character so rarely feels uncertain.

9. Dear Mom & Dad, You'll be glad to know that Officer Candidate School is going to be a lot more pleasant than Basic Training was, or is looks like it so far, anyway. (From From This Day To The Ending of the World)

This one is more challenging, because it's an epistolary story, and, well, I just don't think Dick would be that good a writer. He would be straightforward and a little stiff, which felt true to voice but also frustrating sometimes (which was the joy of that fic). That said, we know he's at OCS, so we know where in the timeline we are, and we know who he meets at OCS, and that's fun too. (It's a little hilarious that these both start with letters. Sensing a theme).

8. Thornton: Thanks for coming in today, Captain Speirs. Speirs: I wasn't aware I had a choice. (From The Berlin Dossier)

Okay, I cheated, because the first lines of this fic are actually from Speirs' OSS file, but this is the first dialogue. This is another story told entirely in found documents, with some OCs. I guess this works okay? It establishes Speirs' cool discomfort with the situation.

7. Brad bought a ticket off of a scalper for way too much money and wondered what the fuck he was doing. (From Serpentine)

I loooooove this first line. It establishes place (well, not Iraq) and Brad never doesn't know what he's doing, so something is clearly going on. Plus it just feels very Brad.

6. Gunnery Sergeant Mike Wynn sat in his humvee and tried to think about what his wife was doing right now. (From Wall of Calm)

I don't love this as much. It establishes place and mood, but it doesn't invite me in the way the last one did.

5. CO. Col. Lt. Billy Turner. West Point. Demands fawning attention. Shouts. 3/10. (From Don't Give it a Hand, Offer it a Soul)

*cries.* Okay, so what this tells me is I need to stop writing epistolary fics. (Just kidding, I never will). But, er, they don't make for the best opening sentences.

4. Brad stood with his back straight and his eyes forward, his hands clasped behind his back in as convincing a position of penitence as he could manage, and tried to remember why he’d decided to become a cop. From The Burden of Tomorrow

At least it's a complete sentence? This isn't my favorite, either, although I guess it does what I needed it to do, which is establish the universe: Brad is a cop.

3. Dick Winters was not a lord, but he wasn’t a servant, either, not precisely. (From an in-process Ever After AU)

Same as above - it's just about establishing the universe. Utilitarian, 4/10

2. Upon reflection, it was stupid to show up for an interview as an office manager for a mid-level law firm in a three-thousand dollar suit. (From an in-process ArthurEames Inception fic)

Yay, back on my game! This is another line I love because whatttttt is going on. (The next line reveals that it is Arthur who has done this, but of course it is, in Inception only Arthur wears clothes worth $3k). It tells us that Arthur has left dreamshare and it's Not Going Very Well, which raises a lot of questions and invites the reader to keep going.

Alfie tucks his spectacles in his vest and frowns at the door; on the other side of it is Tommy Shelby, patiently awaiting his retaliation for being a bloody-minded prick. (From an in-process Tommy Shelby/Alfie Solomons Peaky Blinders fic)

I literally just wrote this ten seconds ago, because this fic is loosely mapped but entirely unwritten. So I didn't spend a lot of time on it, but I wanted to establish the power dynamics right off the bat - because that is what this fic is going to be about. I might play with it...but it's clear that Tommy's in trouble, but he's also still very much Tommy Fucking Shelby. Plus I just love Alfie's spectacles and will talk about them for hours.

My takeaways...judging from a first sentence is hard. First sentences have a lot to do, but so far as I'm concerned their jobs are these:

-ask the reader if they want to read more

-establish whose POV we're in

-establish the universe/what's going on (at least a little bit)

I think I'm consistently good about the last two...and need to work on the first one. :(

Tagging @blood-mocha-latte @mercurygray @nanuk-dain @noneedtoamputate @almost-a-class-act and anyone else who wants to put themself through this painful process

[umhuhwellthen]

Hi hello everyone the rabbit brainrot is sinking in but the turtle brainrot is still going strong, so instead of working on my wips an au that keeps haunting the back of mind may soon be coming to light,

It's a miyamoto usagi x rise donnie single dads/sugar daddy au

It's comic usagi with only a few backstory/relationship tweaks to better fit rottmnt world.

Donnie is aged up and Shelldon is aged down to make him around Jotaro's age but a few years older.

Rambles/Ideas about this below:

Donnie(+the rest of the gang) are all grown up adults, Leo and Raph still live in the lair, Mikey has moved out but rooms with April, there's background caseynardo(Cassandra not Junior) and Leo's considering moving out too, or to expanding the lair/taking another part of the sewers as home to live with Casey, Draxum is entertaining the idea of moving in with Splinter, aroace sunset duo because im aroace and say so, and this fic/au is all about self indulgence baybeee

Oh yeah about Shelldon being younger than canon, so Jotaro is also younger than canon, daycare-1st/2nd grade age range, ill have to review child development stages for specific age but its a toddler/kid era Jotaro and kid Shelldon. Basically Shelldon started out the same as canon except his first form was a lot more robotic with less personality and when the guys reprogrammed him he gained sentience like how 2k3 Nano did, starting out with having the mind like that of a young human child before maturing, because tech gaining sentience is like being born. So Shelldon isn't teen son to another teen but actual toddler son to teen, and yes he goes haywire but its more he's programmed to no longer favor Donnie and Donnie ruins his fun playtime and doesn't realize what he's doing is wrong or too far cuz he's a toddler he doesn't know what morals are or what's socially acceptable and the only reason he gets what object permanence is is because he's advanced ai.

Anyway by the time of meeting Jotaro Shelldon is now a kid instead of toddler(3rd/4th grade I'm thinking), and Donnie is in his mid-late 20s. Usagi is older but idk by how much, not like creepy agegap, but enough between them that Usagi feels like as the elder he should be taking charge instead of relying on the younger man. And Donnie is just like, we are two parent-aged adults of sound mind and body able to make our own decisions, I have free time/money, you don't, let me take care of you.

This is what happens when you binge read leo#sagi/leoi#chi/usatello/doni#chi fics and they don't scratch that specific itch and then you remember that one post going; Cant find that fic/fanart you want? Make it yourself.

Also in my mind its

Donsagi-for both yui#chi usagi x donnie(any) and miyamoto usagi x donnie(any)

Usatello- specifically for miyamoto usagi x donnie(any)

Don#ichi- specifically for yui+#chi x donnie(I've only seen this with rise donnie but ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ any )

Censoring so it doesn't show up in tag , my own personal preference, everyone has their own

To explain why I'll be tagging posts of this with specifically usatello only

Also what brought on this au was Usagi and Jotaro feels and seeing cute fankids of Donnie(and other turts but mostly Donnie's) and remembering buddy daddies anime and reading kakairu with accidental/purposeful baby acquisition and then the realization of fanon!yui&$chi usagi being discount Miya and remembering my yearning for donsagi fics that had storybeats usually found in leo#+_sagi fics

And then that one post about "yeahyeah world weary battle harden warrior taking the never worked a day or suffered in his life prince, but what about the role reversal? With the one never knowing a gentle touch and only with a purpose to serve being served instead, loved and cradled and treated gently instead of roughly? By one with maybe not physically power, or they do but it's hidden behind pretty smiles and soft skin, but power nonetheless, to take care of them to lavish them with gifts and the like? Instead of only caring for others and never themself"

Wow I wrote a lot more than I was meaning too

But yeah this au is mostly about giving Miya nice things(except the devil on my shoulder that I will be calling Stan said I needed to put some bitter into the sweet but it's mostly backstory so I let it slide)

I've heard of being productive when you're sick but this menstrual hormones work ethic is kinda off the shits

Anyway this started as purely a Single Dads AU, with a meet-cute(or meet-ugly, depending on your perspective) where Usagi kinda, accidentally, sorta, kidnaps Shelldon while picking up Jotaro from school/daycare

But then the joke of successful businessman/genius inventor Donnie being mistaken as Usagi's sugar daddy wouldn't leave my head, and I was reading Usagi comics and he had some sad boi hours and I was like Nooo and then I was rereading the issues I had read with Mariko, Kenichi and Jotaro to get references for wips, and remembered the tragedy of Usagi's and Jotaro's relationship and went NOOOOOOO.

And decided that Usagi deserves nice things, I need to wrap him in bubble wrap and give him his son or let him HAVE A FUCKIN FAMILY STAN YOU FUCK FIRST YOU TAKE HIS KID AND THEN KEEP HAVING HIM INTERACT WITH KIDS AND HIS SON AND BE GOOD AND HAPPY BUT YEARNING AND FLEETING AND THEN YOU GAVE HIM MOMMY ISSUES ONTOP????? HEY WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH ANYTIME AN OLDER WOMAN IS KIND AND MOTHERLY TO HIM OR THEY BOND OR SOMETHING SHE HAS TO DIE AND BY HIS HAND NO LESS??? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN! DID USAGI'S MOM DIE IN CHILDBIRTH??? IS THAT WHY THERE'S NOTHING ABOUT HER AND WE ONLY SEE HIS DAD? A NEVER ENDING CYCLE OF KILLING HIS MOTHER? AND WE'RE NOT EVEN FUCKIN GOING INTO HIS LOVELIFE. STAN EXPLAIN YOURSELF

Huh.

Anyway, "You're stupid, I like that in a man." Etc etc Jotaro wants a younger sibling new Donnie clone baby(because Donnie and Usagi are definitely the type for wanting/having a large family)

This was supposed to be a silly self-indulgent au id draw sometimes and now I'm drafting a fucking fic

[seijorhi]

Hi Rhi, happy Thursday :)) Time for your regularly scheduled dose of Artemis's Thursday Rants and Raves of the Collection of Seijorhi's Works <33

I've been in a heavy Haikyuu mood lately, so that obviously means I'm falling back into my Bokuto obsession, so I reread No Strings Attached and oh my gosh was it incredible

What I love about that fic is that there's no underlying plans, no great setup that leads to a huge climax - Bokuto is genuinely just unhealthily obsessed, so much so that he kidnaps the reader

Sometimes the simple, one-track minded yanderes hit the best, and Bokuto is definitely one of them

I love how you set it up, how his feelings slowly grow through the duration of the fic, and how its pointed out several times that he's somewhat emotional when he doesn't get his way - it's definitely almost foreshadowing for what happens at the end of the fic

But also the whole "no strings attached" part of it all - it was supposed to be a mutually beneficial relationship, nothing more, but of course someone had to let their emotions take over

I wonder, what would the outcome have been, had the roles been reversed (rhetorical question)

It's almost sad that the reader doesn't love him back (don't attack me, I know it's a Seijorhi Fic and no one gets happy endings, especially the reader)

But I absolutely adore your Haikyuu fics, I reread them all whenever I rewatch Haikyuu (for emotional support reasons of course - which is like every two months)

One thing I love about your fics is that every time I reread them, I notice something new

Anyway, thank you for always answering these asks, I haven't mentioned it before, but I appreciate you taking the time and effort to answer :))

Have a great weekend Rhi

Honestly, give Bokuto an inch and he's gonna take a mile, simple as that ghfjkdlfgvjhfkdsl

Often my fics tend to pit the reader against the yandere from the start – Means to an End, Bully, Final Girl, the majority of my soulmate au's lmao – but there's something fun about a slow devolve, a friend (of sorts) who pushes your boundaries just a little too far, who becomes a little too involved. She genuinely likes Bokuto, maybe not enough to want to in a fully committed relationship with him, but enough that she feels relatively safe and content to be around him doing coupley things.

Initially, at least.

But Bokuto can't help himself, can he?

[missallanea]

@yinbug : what would a proper role reversal look like for nathalie as the primary antagonist? how would she have gotten involved with the miraculous in the first place? what would her motivation be? how would the agrestes fit into it, if at all?

OKAY SO. I sat on this for a while because I have a lot of nebulous thoughts, but narrowing them down into something that actually made sense was a little more difficult. So apologies if this turns out a little less well-thought-out than some headcanons.

There are two diverging paths from which I envision a villainous Nathalie coming from, so :

PATH ONE : this is the path that I really hoped the show was going to take, and kind of hope that the second film will go with. It follows the general canon until there is a breaking point, and that catalyst is... well. Catalyst. ( alright, it happens in Mayura, but. I digress. )

We know that Nathalie used the damaged peacock miraculous in a moment of fear, panic, and desperation. We also, at the time, didn't know what the damage would really do to a person. And I'm sorry, but slowly making her a paraplegic wasn't exactly what I had in mind.

So, my villain route starts there : a piece of Nathalie that... breaks, from the use of the peacock. Not her physicality, but her mind. Parts of that Mayura personality that begin to take root, the darker parts of her brought to the surface. Because Nathalie, poor, sweet Nathalie... is so tired. So tired of being second. The girl never chosen.

Now, she makes the choices for herself. And she plays sidekick until she cannot stand it any longer, and flees the Agreste house with the peacock for herself. Because how was Gabriel expected to get it back? Report stolen something which he was never meant to have in the first place?

It's in this universe that Mayura begins to play with her little kitten. Pulling at his threads in the hopes of unravelling him, because who better to understand the pains of playing sidekick better than one herself?

Anyway, that's my personal preference for how I play Mayura !! The gilted lover turned villainous rival. But, there's always another option, and that would be...

PATH TWO : this is the universe in which Nathalie never meets the Agreste's. Because here's the thing : they brought her in as a treasure hunter, putting her archaeology studies to work. But this implies there are writings about the Miraculous out there, and why should they have been the only ones looking out for them?

This is the villainous route I think would be most likely in the Shadybug AU. A strong, independent woman who went seeking out these magical little artefacts on her own, learning a bit too late about their ability to corrupt the darkness in one's heart.

Given that the peacock was the first Miraculous recovered in canon, I think it would be much the same here. With the gift of Emotion, she would have no trouble creating other creatures who would do the searching for her, able to withstand the Tibetan weather far better than any human would.

Again, when it comes to motivations in this verse, I'm a little fuzzier! It's one that I've only recently started playing with, but I just love the idea of a broken Miraculous being able to corrupt it's holder.

Do EITHER of these paths fit in with the canon continuity very well? No. But I am particularly drawn to the first one, and will eventually probably make it a dedicated verse on here.

send me questions you have about my character!

[roccinan]

1/n ha, it's funny cause I'm actually not a football fan... idk if you've heard of it but the Cricket World Cup is going on this month and I was also thinking of the hermanos and the thought of them + sports made me remember your headcanons (asdfjsk not to sound weird again but i also like to think i remember almost~ everything you've written on them and let me tell you, i love all of it) but anyway the idea bit me and wouldn't let go so I wrote it on an impulse :P Too bad they're not cricket fans but ah, it's not for everyone

2/n Again, thank you for all the kind words, I only hope it didn't disappoint 😅 and yes of course i was always pleased and thrilled and over the moon by your fics/hc's!! your fics will always have a special place in my heart cause most fics have a focus on serquel or berlermo and it was always just a "side" helping of the hermanos uk? but you always made sure to give that bond andrés & sergio share its importance, to me they are the heart of the show and you always capture that so wonderfully in your fics, that's one of my favourite things <33 also, I treasure all our exchanges about the hermanos too, the last one abt hermanos redux au really left a deep impression on me and... i'm sorry i keep disappearing and reappearing like a pendulum ahh, i have my reasons but somehow, the hermanos and you always have that corner in my heart that i can never forget!

I love answering you, my beloved hermanos stan <3 Again, thank you so much for that lovely fic- I'll definitely get back to you with a longer comment soon! haha, I'm honored the Cricket World Cup (which no, I hadn't heard of it! that's cool trivia) made you think of my headcanons. Not weird at all- in fact, I'm flattered you remember my hermanos musings :'D LOL I can see Andres pretending to know a thing or two about Cricket, but they're most likely just casual football watchers.

It didn't disappoint at all! Loved it all the way through, and was not expecting that punch at the end (loved it to bits though!). Made me over the moon to read as well :D AH again, thank you so much for the kind kind words >< LOL I do know- as much as I love those ships too, there's just something different about putting the spotlight on the hermanos instead ;) So I'm really happy my fics managed to capure that for you!

Aww, I'm glad you feel the same way! I definitely remember our exchange about hermanos redux too :D haha no need to apologize- as you can see, disappearing and reappearing at the drop of a hat is the default for all of us here XD You don't need to explain yourself to anyone, and I'm just happy whenever you're back! AH, so honored to have that corner :')

3/n You know, one thing that always touched me was how you said when you wrote anything hermanos related, you had me in mind.💓 like i said i wanted to give back a fraction of what you've given the fandom (& me) + that was my exact thought process reversed this time, i already knew there wouldn't be much of an audience for a strictly platonic duo like these two and i don't mind BUT i knew i had atleast 1 fellow hermanos fan in you <33 (it was also powered by a little spite that we seem to be getting none of the hermanos or berlermo backstory in the spinoff but instead more of those r*fael prototypes 😭)

For sure!! Every time I write about the hermanos, I have you mind :D You have no idea how much you've encouraged me to keep writing/thinking about them with your support! This is honestly so sweet of you, and trust me when I say knowing you read and enjoyed my stuff was enough gift for me (and it should be me thanking you for all the lovely comments!). That said, we may be few and far between, but at least we have each other (and our small group of dedicated hermanos pals!) so I'll always be happy to enjoy the bros with you. LOL I feel the SAME way- no hermanos and no berlermo, but somehow more Rafaels and characters nobody cares about!! (asdasdf I like how you censored his name)

Anyway, you can only publish the first ask if you want, the rest is just me rambling fhsjshsj, again thank you so much for being kind and being you and I'm vvv grateful to share my love of hermanos with you too! (PS The El Caballero cameo was another one of my brainwaves, the mystery of Andrés from Corners really stuck with me and sighhh, that would be my ideal berlin spinoff but that's what fic is for! thank you for letting me borrow him too and i hope he wasn't OOC, i was nervous abt the whole set up cause I'm not a thief ofc but i tried my best XD )

haha I loved your rambles and they really made my day! (asdfad lol I'm also the last to judge on rambling- that's what 90% of my "writing" blog is about). Thank you for all the kind words and having me on your brain, and of course, for coming back :D I'm so grateful to have found a fellow hermanos fan in you too!! (Corners has a special place in my heart too and the one I put the most of my Andres headcanons-- which might or might not disproven now lol?--into; honored that you think it would be your ideal berlin spinoff!! So thank you so much for the shoutout to Corners, and he wasn't "ooc" at all- you captured him and his relationship with Andres perfectly, exactly as I imagined!! And you're a wonderful writer to boot!)

[fandom-necromancer]

A little Distraction Part 2

This was prompted by the wonderful AO3 users what_on_io, DetReed900 and aguuah! Hope you enjoy it here too, it has been fun to return to a reverse AU again!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900, Hancon/Hannor | AU: reverse AU (Warning: mentioned physical abuse, implied sexual abuse) tumblr link of part1 not available anymore  [Part3]   [Part4]   [Part5]   [>read complete on AO3] 

‘Are you alright?‘ Richard watched the android stand in front of the mirror in his hallway next to the door. He was glitching still, motions jerky and disrupted halfway through. Over and over again he touched the gash on the bridge of his nose, then pushed a strand of hair back. Richard wasn’t sure whether it was a software error causing him to go through the same idle animations or if it was a nervous tick. Maybe it was both, he thought. He had underestimated how human they could be before. No surprise they would suffer from human problems too. ‘Y-y-yes.’ Gavin turned away from the mirror. ‘I doooon’t know h-h-how to bind a tie.’ Richard huffed amused and took a step forwards. The android stepped back immediately. ‘I can help you with it’, Richard offered then, staying where he was. Gavin played with the seam of his shirt. It was at least one size too big for him, but it was a lot better than the torn clothing from before. He looked… cute? He definitely looked cute, but the more prominent impression was that he looked lost.

The android stood in the hallway of a house he didn’t know in clothing that wasn’t his own with a stranger. Richard dared to say he knew the feeling all too well. Everyone he had ever met felt like a stranger to him no matter how much time they spent. ‘No. I can figure it out myself.’ Richard watched him struggle tying a knot and as he finally managed to get the order of loops right, it still looked lopsided and messy. The android’s shoulders slumped in a jerky motion and Richard’s eyes rested on his LED. It had never changed from red, but he thought to see it speed up. ‘You don’t have to wear one at all’, he tried gently then. ‘My brother always calls me an uptight idiot with a stick up his ass.’ The android flinched at his words but relaxed a bit as Richard laughed to himself. ‘You know what? I won’t wear one either, it’s stupid.’

He hurried to untie his and undo the first button of his shirt. Then he threw the tie on his disused phone counter and took his keys. With some hesitation Gavin undid his too and put it on the counter neatly folded, careful not to touch anything but the fabric although his hands were shaking and trembling in malfunctions. ‘You don’t have to accompany me’, he tried again. ‘If you are this nervous.’ ‘I-I-I’m not nervous!’, Gavin called out. ‘I’m just broken! And… And… Phck!’ ‘Hey, it’s okay. You can tell me.’ ‘Phck you! What the h-h-hell is your prooooblem? Wh-wh-what do you want fr-fr-fr-fr-from meeee?’ ‘I don’t want anything-‘ ‘No! What is your-r-r intentiooon? Tell me. You want me to become yoooour house-m-m-maid? You want someone to phck? Someone wh-wh-who has to obey you? S-s-s-s-someoooone who can’t say no? What do you want? Why d-d-d-did you take me from the scraaaapyard?’

Richard sighed and turned around to lean against the wall. He looked to the ceiling, holding eye-contact and telling the truth about his feelings impossible for him. ‘I want to help you. That’s really all there is. I’m a cop. I’m supposed to do good, but all I see is me making life worse for people who had never gotten a chance most of the time. I refuse to believe people become drug dealers and robbers on their own terms. Too often I think I’m just taking care of the symptoms of a failing system and usually that’s when I get drunk and my brother has to pull me out of some ditch. So okay, you want to hear I’m some terrible human that wants to use you? Fine. Yes, I want to use you to make myself feel better. To know I did some true good in this world, okay? I don’t really have friends because I’m who I am. I have problems keeping up contact with my brother. The last time I saw someone happy because of what I’ve done was… Fuck, I don’t know anymore. And I know, that’s my own fault for not getting out there more, for not talking more to those who like me and for overthinking every friendly word. But I can’t change that.’ He sighed deeply and let himself sink to the ground. ‘Hell, taking you away from that scrapyard was a heat of the moment decision because I was fed up with… everything, I guess. I wanted to change something. And if it’s just changing up my own routine a bit. So there you have it. What’s your verdict, huh?’

He felt the android looking at him, but he didn’t lift his head. Incredibly silent he finally got an answer: ‘You are broken too.’ Richard huffed. ‘Maybe. Wait… Too?’ He heard the android glitch, servos whirring from wrong instructions. Then the android was sitting next to him – still at a save distance but closer than before. ‘I once had a faaaaamily. I-I-I-I was bought as a home s-s-s-security system with the aaaaadded benefit of having a fully functionaaaal caretaker program inst-st-st-stalled. He was divorced, I never found out whyyyy. I knew he had kids and tried to get them b-b-b-back and that he had severe anger-issues. Maybe he had been violeeeeeeeent, I don’t know. I only knew he was lonely, that’s why he got meeee. I was his only company until he met someone. A s-s-s-single mother with two kids. He was lovely to them. But he was aaafraid to lose them like his last family, soooo-‘ Gavin’s voicebox broke off and Richard looked up. The android had hugged his arms around his torso.

‘Wheneeeeeever h-h-h-he waaas angry, he-he-he’ The malfunctions of his vocal box got worse, so Richard said what he doubted the android could vocalise: ‘He beat you so he didn’t hit his wife or kids.’ Gavin nodded, hugging himself closer. ‘It was f-f-fine, my mission was to p-p-p-protect the family. And b-b-by letting him do as pleased I- I kept them saaaafe.’ Richard waited, but the silence stretched. ‘How did you end up on the scrapyard?’ ‘Deviancy. He heaaaard other androids in myyy situation disobey and a-a-a-attacking their humans. He was scared. He drove me a-a-away to the s-s-scrapyard. Heee told me- He p-p-promised me to come back. Said I should wait f-f-for him. That he would cooome back for me when h-h-he was ready to face the con-con-consequences of his actions.’

‘But aren’t you deviant? Why did you stay?’, Richard asked. ‘I’m d-d-deviant. I deviated because I thought I w-w-was family. But he didn’t trust me and j-j-just duuumped me there. I stayed because I still believe he was a good person. He had a problem h-h-he didn’t seek heeeelp for. But he cared a lot about his family. Juust not about m-m-me.’ Richard sighed. ‘I can bring you back to the scrapyard if you want to keep waiting’, he offered. ‘I’m sorry, if you-‘ ‘No. D-d-don’t be sooorry for wanting to heeelp’, Gavin interrupted. ‘And l-l-like you said, I doubt he would cooome. I w-w-waited for so long. Maybe it’s time for… change.’ ‘How can I help then?’ Richard focussed on Gavin’s eyes for once and they found his as if establishing connection. ‘You already did. C-c-caring about me. Helping me. Noooot wanting something back. I… would you mind me st-st-staying? As a test maaaybe?’ Richard smiled. ‘Sure. I think some company would do me good as well.’ Gavin looked away and nodded to himself. ‘Then it’s a deal. But I can go whenever I w-w-want?’ ‘Of course.’ Gavin let his head hit the wall behind him and for the first time the movement didn’t cause any glitches in the rest of his body. He even closed his eyes. It was a whole new display of relaxation and Richard took it in, surprised and intrigued by it.

Then Richard’s phone disturbed the silence. He took it out and answered, grimacing as he heard Connor’s voice. ‘Nines, I know you said you would be late, but please tell me you are coming sometime this century! The food’s getting cold and Hank’s the only one to keep me from driving over to you and pulling you with me personally! I swear, if you are not already on your way, then I’ll-‘ ‘We are already outside!’, Richard lied and got an amused huff from the android next to him. ‘I’m opening the door as we speak, but I can’t drive with a phone in my head as you should know, so I’ll end the call now.’ ‘Nines, you have your location on, I can see you’re still at home, I dare you, don’t lie to me agai-‘ Richard ended the call seriously scared of what Connor was threatening to do to him. They better hurried to Connor’s Christmas dinner. He opened the door and jumped out, cursing as he realised that he had forgotten to put on any shoes. Gavin appeared at his side, throwing them towards him and walking towards the car, shaking his head.

‘D-d-d-definitely broken’, he commented chuckling.

[>next part]

[tomionefinds]

what’s your dream fic? not looking for a rec but just what boxes would tick all your tomione fantasies.

for me, i like academic rivals, jealousy, banter, tom to be slightly evil but not a full killer, hermione to be a bit meaner than canon, and a good ensemble

Hey Anon,

Well this definitely going to be a lot. Sorry, and just remember, you asked for this! Honestly what I'm looking for in a fic really depends on my mood at the time.

I am a sucker for academic rivalries, nerdy discussions between the two, great banter, possessive Toms, jealousy from either party, angst (esp from Tom being his own worst enemy and fucking shit up through his actions), Tom underestimating Hermione, Hermione putting Tom in his place, Tom catching feels, Tom in denial, horcrux!Toms, naive Tom/experienced Hermiones (battle worn Hermione are tops), muggleAUs, medieval AUs, time travel, student/teacher, classmates, step-siblings, met: as adults (my current mood), historical settings, time jumping shennanigans, sci-fi, action, duels (OMG fucking badass duels are a weakness of mine), Grindelwald as a common enemy (or Dumbledore I'm not picky), correspondence/pen pals. As you can see almost everything and anything, and then some probably that I've not had the fortune to read yet.

Essentially, I'm all over that fucking Tomione bingo card in what I want to read and what most people could come up with. I will say lately I've been on a magical world kick, so I've not read as many muggleAUs lately. At this point its easier for me to say what I don't read rather than what I do and will if time and life will allow.

I tend to like a very wide range of Toms. He can be extremely evil, like so dark I'm upset with him and myself for still loving him. Because I do love to read a dark and disturbing Tom from time to time, one that almost makes me question my ship. I will read and enjoy snake-faced Tom or pretty boy Tom; I'm long past seeing them as separate entities at this point. However, I'm not limited to only liking dark Toms. I love setups in a reverse scenario where his deeds/misbehavior can be seen as slightly good or somewhat redemptive. I am okay with redemption stories, because as a person who grew up with fairytales; I do like a HEA. I like to keep things mixed up, which is why I love the variety to this ship. I am not too much of a fan of overly fluffly stuff; I prefer Tom have a bit of edge. He can simp but I don't want him too mushy.

As for Hermione, I do love when she's a bit of a bossy swot. Confident and self-assured is my favorite type of Hermione. I like BAMF Hermione's a lot. I admittedly can do a range for her, but my least favorite Hermiones are when she is a doormat in a fic. She has to have some spine and self-respect; if she's too mild-mannered or takes too much of Tom's bs without putting up some manner of fight or defiance, that really kind of pushes it too far out into ooc for me to enjoy. Admittedly, I am not usually into pureblood Hermione, since I love the complication and complexity her blood status brings with her being a muggleborn as her back story.

Also I'm a bit of a monogamous shipper. I'm a jealous, possessive person irl, so it's hard for me to have people I ship be super open and sharing. It's something I'm trying to work on, but it's probably main reason I mostly read this ship only. It's a fault I know, but I'm working on branching out. I have sort of gotten to the level of being okay with triads.

Anyways, sorry to anyone who read all this, I got bored. This shouldn't really even be on Tomione Finds. My apologies. This should be on my personal blog, as I don't know how we'd get the whole of all the admins to try to contribute here when we're all on so infrequently as it stands already. Just a reminder, this is just one person's preference and doesn't represent the whole of the team or any sort of guide as to what anyone else should read. Everyone is entitled to their own likes/dislikes and opinions on their reads, I'm merely answering the ask, way too late at night. -JD

[cynnied-writes]

i like me better (when i'm with you)

○ fandom: deltarune

○ main pairing: kralsei (kris x ralsei)

○ characters: kris | ralsei | rouxls kaard

○ genre/warnings: romance (mostly fluff… for now) | a bit of coming of age angst || tw: parental deaths, car crashes

○ tags: fake dating | celebrity au | social media au | meet ugly | kris is a tiktok musician | ralsei is an aged-out disney channel star | kris is afab | house parties | slightly underage drinking | mentions of blood | mild nudity | kris is a bit of a mess but we love them anyway | AND ralsei is too! | Aren't they perfect for each other??

○ chapter word count: 4,661

→ summary: Kris Dreemurr, the eccentric musician SilentKnight on TikTok, hadn't meant to trespass through Ralsei Prince's backyard and fall into his pond. But to be fair, they were utterly plastered at the time.

○ note: Hey, everyone! Ready to get into this scandal? Before we head in, I want you to know this chapter is a bit heavier than the last one. So a bit of a content advisory/TW; this chapter deals with themes of parental deaths, car crashes, and the trauma that comes with it. Please stay safe.

Oh, and quick ps. I made all the tweets myself! Painstakingly I might add. Any resemblance to a real person means that I'm better at this than I thought. Like, I had to reverse Google image search a Kpop Idol to figure out who a fake Twitter user would stan. What have I gotten myself into? 😂😂 Anyway, Stan Taeyong or whatever. Let's get onto the fic!

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Chapter 2/22: Baking Muffins and a Twitterpated Twitterverse

Ralsei

Was there anything more distressing than biting into a baked good and having it taste awful? It’s one thing for it to look unseemly yet actually taste amazing, but to find out that its insides were rotten?

Ralsei Prince could only imagine it was the same with people too. Finding out the horrible things beloved idols and thought-to-be wholesome icons have done, finding out who they really are? Utterly sickening. Reality altering. It was something that made you sit back and wonder about yourself and your morality.

Truly, Ralsei could only hope for his fans’ sakes that they never found out about him. Because he was a mess.

Not unlike his kitchen currently. With a sag of his shoulders, Ralsei sighed as he leaned back against the flour-covered island. Then, lifting his rounded glasses from his face, he dragged a paw down it. Digging the heel of it into his eyes, not wanting to face the physical manifestations of his failures just yet.

Not the dozens upon dozens of batches of atrocious apple muffins scattered across the kitchen island behind him. And all across the counter space. And the breakfast bar. Not the clock on above the stove that would no doubt tell him that he’s been at this for far too long. And for Darkness’ sake, there’s no way he could even glance at the family portrait that sat nestled by the teapot and landline. That last one didn’t matter all that much, actually. He didn’t need to glance at it for him to feel worse. The photograph was burned into his mind.

Five-year-old him sitting on his mother’s lap with his father standing tall behind the both of them. Little Ralsei had been smiling a bit too wide in the way all kids do, his glasses a bit askew. A mess, but it was still cute back then for him to be one. His parents, on the other hand?

Flawless.

There wasn’t a hair out of place on his father’s mane and beard as he smiled a knowing, confident smile. The one that had snagged him everything he’d ever auditioned for. And even things he hadn’t. Meanwhile, his mother was the picture of grace and poise. Her glasses only added to her high-class British charm, along with her pearl necklace and shrewd gaze.

Regaso and Lorité Prince.

Practically perfect in every way.

The perfect actors and entertainers. The perfect Monsters. The perfect couple. The perfect man and woman.

The perfect Mom and Dad.

Ralsei did his best to swallow down the lump in his throat.

That’s all they’d ever be to him. They were dead, after all. A car crash. Ten years ago, today. Drunk driver. He doesn’t know their name, and he doesn’t think he ever wants to. He’d been much too young to retain frivolous details like that. Now, he’s much too old to brave a google search.

What good would reliving that night over and over again, through the words of strangers, do for him?

That’s why he all but turned off his phone for the day. He knew what was expected of him. To write out a longwinded eulogy in their honour and post a photo of the three of them. Showcase how much he missed them. Perform his role as Sad Little Orphan for the masses, the role he’d been shoved into since he was eight. But shouldn’t it be obvious? They’re his parents! Sure, he might not know them as well as everybody on the Internet seemed to. Or as well as every old-timer in Hollywood seemed to, but… Ugh. It had been a long day, okay?

Just after waking up, he’d received two calls. One surprising, a check-up ring from both his aunt and uncle at the same time. (It must’ve been Lancer Hand-off Day). And one not-so-surprising, from his uncle/Manager (Unclger for short). Reminding Ralsei of his busy schedule for the day before asking if he needed to contact his therapist. After assuring his Unclger that he was mentally and emotionally okay, he called Ritter. Meekly asking the gruff, silent driver to pick up a few baking ingredients for him before officially starting his day. Knowing that the idea of eating a plate of apple muffins at the end of the day would propel him through his schedule.

Positive and pleasant; that’s his mantra. Stay positive and pleasant, and nobody will think twice about how you’re a hairs’ width from breaking down.

For the most part, he managed to keep the raging storm of grief and despondency inside at bay. Even throughout a quick interview and the many hours filming a Holiday short with his old Portalkids castmates. Clover, ever bickering and pushy, knew better than to mess around with him today. He did get close, though, just after wrapping up for the day. When a producer asked him to pick up a few lines of dialogue, they’d expressed their condolences. They’d worked with his father way back in the eighties, called him good people.

“He was a good dad, too.” He’d said with a practiced smile and lightly jesting tone before heading over to the VO booth. Thankful nobody else chimed in before they started the session.

Oh, and don’t worry, he’s not lamenting the life he has. On the contrary, he’d always been ever so grateful for all the blessings the Dark Fountain had bestowed him. With enough wealth to live comfortably and have all the opportunities for a well-lived life that one could want. He’d never gone hungry or cold. Never unloved or abused.

Really, it’s not everyone else’s fault that he’s feeling extra sensitive. It’s his problem. It’s only… by the end of the day, all he wanted to do was bake his and his parents’ favourite muffin recipe. But no matter what he did, they came out wrong.

And, if it’s Honesty Hour right now, he’s about this close to collapsing in a sobbing heap on his kitchen floor. His big empty kitchen floor. In the big empty house that couldn’t be called a home ever since that night.

God, what would his parents thin—

CRASH!

In less than a second, his whirling mind goes quiet at the rattling sounds emanating from his backyard. But then, all at once, it was silent again. Frozen in place, he waited for a few beats before setting his glasses back in place and daring to look behind him. Most of the windows to the backyard had their blinds drawn, all except one. The lone parted curtain was askew enough for him to watch a figure stagger to their feet.

Oh no. Oh, Darkness preserve him. There’s an intruder. He has an intruder! Shoot, what does he do? It feels like he should know what to do.

Slowly, he reached up, grabbed a frying pan from the hanging rack, and dug out his cellphone before he crept towards his backdoor. His claw hovering over his Uncle Spade’s number, the one he told him to only use in emergencies. A potential robber is an emergency, right? Uncle Spade couldn’t fault him for that. Guess he could call the police. Ugh, but he never felt all that comfortable around them ever since—

Just as he eased open one side of his backdoor, a large splash sounded out, followed by flesh hitting rock. With only the thought of “Shoot, that sounded like a trip to the ER,” he jolted into action. Throwing the backdoor the rest of the way open and bolting outside.

Yes, it was dumb to run towards the danger looking to help someone who could’ve been a murderer. But once he saw a soaked, gangly Human struggle to pull off their binder in a state of complete fear, he knew he made the right choice. His soul was telling him that they meant no ill will.

So, that’s how he ended up harbouring an intoxicated Human named Kris for a couple of hours. All in all, they were pretty odd but sweet… in a weird way. The threat of disrobing was interesting. Not to mention those eyes.

Ralsei knew that Kris was trying to be intimidating, but he couldn’t help but get lost in those pools of red. Like twin red giants, fiery and profound. Mesmerizing. Unfathomable. Truly.

After the day he had, their quiet, brief interactions had left him feeling quite a bit better. Even after he bade them goodbye just before sunrise, sending them on their way with his personal driver, Ritter. Well, Ritter was more of his Uncle Spade’s driver that he’d given free rein over. Excuse him for the horse pun. He digressed.

There was a pep in his step as he strolled back inside and into the kitchen. A certain determination within him thanks to not only Kris’ intriguing company but their culinary suggestions, as well. Shaking out his hands and cracking his knuckles, he looked at the ingredients he had left. Deciding that he’d give these muffins one more go.

Cleaning up the bowls and utensils and wiping off the counter with a resolute smile, he began his last attempt. Prepping the baking tin. Chopping up an apple into tiny pieces. Taking extra care to add Kris’ suggested ingredients of butterscotch and cinnamon. Savouring all the nostalgic smells swirling around the kitchen. Memories of standing next to his father as he baked flashed in his mind. He tried to tamp down on the excitement bubbling in his chest, but he couldn’t stop from bopping around his kitchen. Humming one of his mother’s old lullabies as he went. Yes, yes! He was onto something.

Just as he was about to mix it all together, his pants began to ping. Oh, yes, he had switched his phone off do-not-disturb so that he’d know when Ritter arrived and never put it back. It wouldn’t be so much of a problem if it were a one-off ping. But it hadn’t been. Another ping rang out moments later. Then another. And another.

Ping. Ping. Ping.

When he finally pulled his phone out to investigate, he found his notifications in complete and utter disarray. Notices appeared and then got replaced so quickly he couldn’t even read them. It didn’t take much brainpower, though, to guess that the Twitterverse was twitterpated about him. Again. But for the life of him, he couldn’t imagine what about.

His last big media appearance had been weeks ago at the Teen Choice Awards. It had been the night he’d won Choice Summer Movie Actor for his work on Sky Full of Stars. Very prestigious, he knows. But he’d thought all the fervour around that had settled. There were only so many times he could be called a short king or be praised by his GNC clothing choices. Scrunching up his nose, he finally unlocked his phone and logged onto Twitter. So, what’s their problem?

It wasn’t long before he got his answer. And it was…it was something else.

Eyes going wide, he slammed his phone face down onto the counter. His paws shot up to cover his mouth as he tried to comprehend what he had read.

They couldn’t have been talking about him. They must’ve tagged him by mistake, right? Why would they even assume that of him? And why now? Why all at once?

Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself and dove back into the fray.

Okay! That’s enough out of Twitter.

Placing his phone back on the counter, he stared off into oblivion. His mouth agape as all those tweets ran rampant in his mind.

WHAT. IS. GOING. ON.

He had WHAT with WHOM? Why would everybody suddenly start speculating and wisecracking about his sex life!? And to correlate it to his parents’ deaths? Sure! He’d been acting since he could talk. He was no stranger to rumours like these. They’d been coming since he hit puberty. Pages of teen magazines filled with his “romantic entanglements” with his fellow Disney Channel kids, but this? THIS! This is crossing a-a-a line. It had to be. What set all of this off?

Braving the depths of Twitter once more, he finally found his answer after a fair amount of scrolling.

Kris Dreemurr. Kris is the, uh, mangy TikToker in question.

He hadn’t known that, but he lived in Los Angeles. Everyone was a Something, whether an actor, musician, dancer or social media creator. So, it wasn’t surprising to find out that they were Something too. Honestly, Ralsei should’ve put two and two together sooner. Henry Burkes was a Toker, too, the last time he checked. It was his party that Kris had come from. And Ralsei had heard them talking to what sounded like someone else, but he’d brushed it off as a concussed thing. So, yes, he should’ve known.

But what he couldn’t have known was that they had a pretty decent following. Decent enough to get quite a few people to tune into their drunken late-night ramblings. Which is what all that talking to themself stuff they indulged in while he was busy drying their clothes and finding his first aid kit.

Watching it back on YouTube, it wasn’t as bad as everyone said. It should’ve passed under the radar. If it hadn’t been for the bright, shiny Teen Choice Award for 2022 standing proudly behind them. And, if you enhanced a particular shot enough, which he’s sure some enterprising person did, you could make out which category was labelled.

All very incriminating.

But not as half as incriminating as their brief conversation with himself about their binder. And Kris’ following joke about their inevitable walk of shame. Combined with their half-nakedness and almost smug attitude, he could see how people thought Kris was riding the high of having sex. And sex with a Disney Channel star at that.

Turning off his notifications, he slid down the side of his counter until he hit his floorboards. Burying his face in his paws, he let out a muffled shriek. His life is falling apart at the seams and all because he was trying to be a good person. A louder scream echoed throughout his house.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself with his therapist’s grounding techniques.

“I’m Ralsei Prince. I’m eighteen years old. I live in Beverly Hills, California. Today is Sunday the twenty-first of August. It is seven thirty-six in the morning. I’m sitting on the floor in my kitchen. There’s only me in here. I’m tired, I haven’t slept since yesterday, but I can’t go to sleep yet. I have a problem I need to fix.”

But how?

Why is everyone making such a big deal out of this?

No, no, no, go back. That one was something Ralsei could focus on. How? How does he fix this? Should he say nothing? Just let the blistering winds of Trending on Twitter hound him until they settle?

Or should he make a quick tweet dispelling all the rumours? Would people think he was lying if he made a post too soon? What if he makes one too late? Are they going to hate him for something he didn’t even do?

Oh, Darkness, would Disney be upset? For Dark Fountain’s sake, he did not want to deal with the Mouse and other corporate entities blacklisting him for something he didn’t even do! And once Uncle Rouxls caught wind of something like that happening—wait.

You know what? He needed help. Adult help. And the closest thing to it is his Unclger, Rouxls Kaard. But, if he’s honest, Uncle Rouxls is…a bit strange. Okay, the man was a lot strange. Stranger than anything, but he’d always been there for him, in his own weird, awkward way. And as his manager ever since that night, this was his problem too.

Rising to his feet, feeling a little calmer, he went back to his nigh-forgotten baking begins to mix his batter together. Letting the repetitive motions soothe him. Once he found his voice again, he took another breath and called up his uncle.

Or at least he tried to.

Yesterday morning must’ve been a fluke because apparently, contacting his darling Uncle is much, much harder than it sounds. Did he forget a rule about not waking up in single-digit hours on Sundays? Was there a memo he wasn’t emailed? Letting out a groan as he listened to his call ring and ring before being sent to voicemail.

“Harken, simple worm. Thoust hast reachest Rouxls Kaard. Weep! For I am unable to takest thou’re call. Leavest a missive with thine name and personale numbre, if thoust must. Beep.”

Yes, he does talk like that. No, he isn’t joking.

As far as Ralsei knows, Uncle Rouxls was quite a prominent Shakespeare actor in London’s West End back in the day. That’s how he and Ralsei’s mother, Lorité, had met. But at some point, he had left the Stage for good and went into Law. Lorité, for some reason, kept in touch. And whenever she needed legal advising, he was who she turned to. Now, with everything you know about him, you might think he’s awful at it, but… he’s not. He’s really not.

Don’t let his peculiar speech patterns fool you.

Uncle Rouxls had graduated top of his class and could rules lawyer his way out of anything. His contracts were watertight. Priding himself on having ones with not a single loophole in sight. Unless, well, he wanted one to be there.

His skills are presumably what also endeared him to his Uncle Spade and Auntie Queen. Both were the kind of business people who needed that sort of thing. But never mind them, Uncle Rouxls was another reason why Ralsei was blessed. He’d stepped in after that night and looked after him, handling all of Ralsei’s affairs and work in his parents’ stead. And when he was busy, he replaced himself with only the best nannies.

Really, he was a good Uncle and manager.

He’d be a better one if he picked up his gosh darn phone, though.

Thirteen times. It took calling him thirteen times before he, at last, picked up.

“Ugh, it’s too damned early for this. It’s only seven o’clock, dear nephew. On a Sunday. Why are you ringing down mine phone?” Uncle Rouxls’ plumy, English accent, groggier than ever, came through the speakers. Finally!

“Morning Uncle Rouxls,” Ralsei said, positively chirpy as he bounced on the balls of his feet. Shifting his phone underneath one of his floppy ears, he went back to mixing his batter. Getting in the rhythm as he continued on, “Apologies for waking you, but I have a little, uh, Twitter problem on my hands. Our hands, really.”

A tiny giggle escaped Ralsei as he heard his uncle groan as he shifted in his bed.

“Is there such thing? A ‘little’ Twitter probleme?” Uncle Rouxls asked, his inner cynic coming out to say hello before being shoved back inside. It took him a moment, but his fatigued brain must’ve soon realized how bad a Twitter problem could be. There was a rustle of fabric before Uncle Rouxls begged. “Oh Darkness, please, mine precious nephew, please tell me that thou hast not gotten thineself cancelled.”

“No! No, that’s not it. I’m not getting cancelled or anything.” Ralsei quickly answered back. Dropping his mixing spoon to wave his paws as if Uncle Rouxls could see him. Okay, so his Twitter problem wasn’t that bad, but… How should he put this? Wringing his hands together, Ralsei went on. “It’s just that, oh, you know, my reputation as a Boy Next Door may be in a teensy bit of jeopardy.”

“How?”

Ralsei winced at his uncle’s abnormally grave tone. “Well, it’s kind of a long story.”

“Nephew.”

“Okay, so last night I helped someone out and even though it seemed like a good idea at first. But now Twitter is convinced that I had a one-night-stand with an—” He would not call Kris mangy or twink out loud to his uncle. He just wouldn’t. “—Unsavoury TikToker.” He finally said, finding an accurate, if a bit insulting, word. All Ralsei got in reply was a loud silence emanating from the other side of the call. “Uncle Rouxls?”

“Holdst on.” Uncle Rouxls said. More fabric rustling sounded out before the sound of faint phone scrolling hit Ralsei’s ears. Then, suddenly, Uncle Rouxls gasped. “Oh, Darkness preserve me and give me thou’re strength.”

Darkness, damn it all, he must’ve found all those tweets. “Look, I know it seems bad, but I think we might be able to—”

Uncle Rouxls interrupted. Ralsei could nearly see him clutching his invisible pearls in woe and hear him request a fainting couch. “And onst the anniversary of dearestest Lori’s—Oh, mine poor nephew. You must be -eth in utter distress.”

“No, no, you’ve got it wrong. I’m totally fine.” He said, abandoning his batter altogether in favour of pacing around the kitchen.

“But how couldest you be, all by thou’re lonesome all night in that big house. I knewest I should’ve come over yesterday, but I said to mineself—”

“Uncle Rouxls.”

“—Now, Rouxls, you know that boy is hardly even a boy anymore. You need to—”

“Uncle Rouxls.”

“—Give him space. Yes! Space! Imagine if thine own’s parents hovered like horseflies whenever you were a trifle melancholy. And I couldn’t even imagine it! How dreadful! It doesn’t bear thinking about even! So, I left you. All alone—”

“Please, I’m fine.”

“—Wasting away to practically nothing. And now thou’re being tormented by Twitter, the horrid beast. Well, fear not, mine darling nephew, I’m on minest way.”

Wait. What?

Freezing in place near the breakfast table, Ralsei grabbed the back of one of the chairs and asked, “Huh?”

“Worry not, your beloved Uncle will only be but a few moments.”

“What? No!”

“Ugh, such unpretentiousness. Sometimes I amaze even me with mine child-rearing skills.” Ralsei didn’t need to see him to know that he’d smugly flipped his lengthy, platinum locks over his shoulder just then. “No need to suffer in silence any longer.”

“I’m fine!” He begged, his claws digging into the wood of the chair. “F-I-N-E. Fine. I’m not that distraught. I just want to discuss what to do with Twitter.”

“We’ll discuss it when I’m there! I’m already out the door and in the eleva—”

With a tap, Ralsei ended the call.

“GAH!” He yelled out into the emptiness of his villa.

Everything’s in one ear and right out the other when Uncle Rouxls got like this. Not even the end of the world would stop him now. He’s on his way, whether Ralsei likes it or not. And with how reckless and fast that man drove and how close by he lived (a bit south of Holmby Hills), he’d be there in five minutes tops.

Looking down at himself, he knew he looked like quite the mess compared to his usual looks. Ingredient-covered sweatpants and a raggedy old hoodie that used to belong to his father. Even now, it was still big on him. He wondered if he would ever properly grow into it…No! Not the time. He looked awful. Which meant that if Uncle Rouxls saw him like this, he’d think the worst.

He needed to change and clean up. Now.

“Shoot, shoot, shoot.” Muttering under his breath, he sprinted out of his kitchen. Running as fast as he could through his halls and foyer, up the large co staircase, and to his bedroom.

Throwing his bedroom door open and took it all in, eyes darting around all the cozy yet posh decor before diving in. Frantic, he stripped his comfort clothes off and freshened up the best he could. Searching through his closet and dresser drawers for a suitable, clean outfit. The best he could do was a long, pink gingham skirt, a flowy white shirt, and a soft lime green vest. Yanking them on with little care before rushing back downstairs to the kitchen.

Swiftly putting his batter away, dumping all his dirty dishes in the sink, and shoving all his failures in the green bin. He’d finish the muffins later. When his life was less of the jumbled mess it was right now. Thankfully, he finished in time to hear the revving of what Auntie Queen liked to call Rouxls’ midlife crisis mobile. Only a few seconds left before he’d arrive.

From a rack in the foyer, he snatched a floppy straw sun hat and sunglasses, pulling them on as he slid over to the front door. Managing to make it there and pull it open before his uncle.

The morning sun bounced off his uncle’s sleek, blue Mercedes roadster. Its revving reached a fever pitch as he slipped into the always empty driveway. And ever bombastic, Uncle Rouxls popped up from his convertible’s seat with a dramatic shout. “Mine dearest nephew, despairest no longer. I have arrived!”

“Hush, Uncle Rouxls. Keep your voice down.” Ralsei said, raising his voice only slightly, as Uncle Rouxls hurried up the winding front steps. Unable to shake the smile that spread across his face at the little open-armed pose he made once he reached the top. Shaking his head, he pulled the tall, lanky monster in his arms. Murmuring into his chest, “You’ll wake up the whole neighbourhood.”

“So, theyest are the ones whomst get to sleepe in, hmm?”

“Mhmm.”

“Well then,” He said, letting out a haughty little huff. “Let us venture inside.”

In a split second, Ralsei realized that he didn’t want to entertain his uncle inside his house this morning. And not just because his kitchen was still a mess, and the couch still had a wet spot from Kris’ hair. No, it just…felt wrong.

“Actually,” Ralsei said, pipping up as he pulled away from their hug. A brighter, tighter smile on his snout. “I had another idea.”

Uncle Rouxls arched a thin brow. “Oh.”

“Yes.” He said a bit too forcefully with a clap of his paws. Nervously chuckling, he leaned back through his doorway to grab his satchel from the door-side table. Slinging over his shoulder and locking the door behind him, he asked, “How does breakfast sound? You were right, I need to get out of this, uh, stuffy old house. A change of scenery and some good food might help. I was thinking about that little diner we used to go to in Oxnard. I’ll pay if you drive?”

Pausing for a moment, Uncle Rouxls’ long, midnight blue face was pulled down into a frown. But just like that, he broke out into a smile of his own. “Brilliant idea, nephew dearest. Juste brilliant!” Catching Ralsei by the wrist, he led him down the front steps and into his car. Backing them out of the driveway, he looked over and said with a manic grin, “Let us make haste then.” Before slamming his foot on the gas and taking off down the road.

Between years of therapy and driving with Uncle Rouxls, Ralsei had mostly gotten over his fears of riding in cars. Mostly. Feeling the wind blowing through his fur helped. So did remembering that millions, if not billions, of people drove cars every day and didn’t get into accidents. Just because it happened to his parents didn’t mean it’d happen to him. Breathe in and out, slow and steady, and the ride would be over before he knew it.

As they barrelled down the 101 highway, Ralsei leaned over to watch the hillsides rush by. Hoping that, when putting their heads together, he and Uncle Rouxls would come up with something before everything got out of hand. He’d hate for poor, unsuspecting Kris to wake up and think that they had to deal with all this nonsense by themself.

If he had it his way, he’d have this all taken care of by the time Kris opened their mystifying ruby eyes this morning.

Why, hello! Fancy seeing you here!

No, seriously, thanks for making it through another chapter and leaving the loveliest comments here and on Tumblr. I hope you know that I cherish them dearly and will strive to dazzle you with more tropey Kralsei goodness.

Storywise we're still a bit away from some fake dating shenanigans, but don't worry. Even though they aren't in the same room, it doesn't mean they won't be on each other's minds. Especially since we'll be delving into Kris' reaction to the whole scandal in the next chapter. While also formally introducing Susie and two others who'll help Kris try their best not to get cancelled too badly😂. Cross your fingers.

Thank you so much again for reading! I hope you'll stick around a while longer. See what these two clowns get up to. As always, comments of all kinds will be admired like fine art. That's all for now!

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[nuclearforest]

12, 13, 16, 23 and 30 for the ask? (Only if you feel like answering them all. It's a lot but I am curious lol)

Rotten I am a slut for rambling on and on and if you (or anybody else who wants to chat) ask i will alWAYs answer. So thank you lmao.

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

tbh this one was like, a long time coming but long ago I used to hate the idea of mary sue/gary stu. mostly because i was concerned about being too carefree and wanting to be far too serious/anti-cringe as i am a wee bean terrified of scorn (i didn't actually share ANY fic until One Dog Night). (and this is like, a years long thing. i used to hate it, spent a long time not caring, and now i encourage it lol).

anyway the fuckin minute i started working on getting over myself and just enjoying stuff because it's made? honestly helped. so go and make whatever OC you want overpowered because you can have a convincing story even with a perfect character. sometimes you just gotta have fun and the perfect character is the way to do it.

13. Are there any tropes you used to like but don’t anymore?

this one's hard. the things that i like i don't tend to let go of easily (surprise, surprise?). i promise i'm sitting here thinking and trying, but i will have to get back to you on this one if i can even think of it lmao. it's like the time you asked for my fav ships and i sat there agonizing like "UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SHIT" because i'm a filthy casual and appreciate a wide variety of things without selling my soul to them. (and yeah i am still scratching my head at that one, too).

16. What’s an AU you would love to read (or have read and loved)?

ok other than the "office predators working on their home planet in mundanity" AU that we briefly discussed today, i kinda love slapping really intense characters into like. slice of life settings (and sometimes the reverse can be pretty damn funny, too. i probably just like the whiplash tbh). so Hellsing, for example, would see the big three being rivals at the local remote town's firehall's bingo night or something. (anybody wanna take that idea and run?)

23. What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to?

i know i write a lot for my beloved stinky wolfman but i keep stumbling on the idea of how Doc made Schrodinger (I wanna know what experiments he ran) and desperately want to use all my knowledge for the dumbest purposes just to write about Doc giving people acute radiation syndrome in the pursuit of creating a supersoldier. and then failing. many times. atomic science was running wild in the early 40s.

30. Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter?

so i don't know if i'm out here writing too much of the same shit or if my comfort zone is just hella broad, but i can't think of much that i've written outside (i mean, i doubt i'll ever touch something like noncon which sits outside my writing comfort zone). i mean, closest to answer your question was the two male reader inserts because i don't know if i could give a good fic experience with them! and i got some warm reception and don't feel like i did awful, so i am interested in continuing to try it out as time and inspiration allow.

[kkoraki]

#although i love silas i am not going to do him unless someone asks for him specifically because he's overrated #(to me. i overrate him.) now i need to know about silas!🏳️‍🌈

send me a 🏳️‍🌈 and a character name and ill share my gender/sexuality headcanon for them

gender virgin sexuality virgin assigned virgin at birth 

done, next

OK sexuality, he's one of those clueless blissfully unaware closeted gay kids who doesn't realize they themselves are gay despite being 100% driven by way OTT subconscious gay thoughts and impulses 24/7/365. However he is (by the point of canon) about halfway through the process of transforming into ye olde self hating gay adult in conscious denial. I don't want him to fully reach that latter point even in AUs because at his core Silas is, to me, a funny character, and if he got all the way there it would be hard to make it feel funny enough to be him. Yes at his core he also is a tragic character but going too hard on the Consciously Self Hating Gay thing would lean too much on the tragic and not enough on the funny for me. I would accept it in small sexy doses like a depressing PWP. 

My thoughts on silas gender are large, they contain multitudes. Um... it's hard for me to say headcanon because canonically it feels to me like everyone in TLT was written as binary cisgender. I do have thoughts about that but I've gone off about it on the TLT subreddit before and I'm not going to do it again here, it's not germane to the topic. Anyway whenever I'm talking about some TLT character's gender as far as the character being trans and/or nb it's not so much a headcanon as in "I think this is what's really going on," because I have very little doubt in my mind that was not intended for any of these characters, it's more "I think it would be neat if this was going on". I say all that as like a disclaimer before getting to the actual point which is that I really enjoy the idea of nonbinary transfem Silas and while I can't realistically see that being a thing during canon timeline if someone were writing like a long mostly-happy everyone-lives post-canon AU or something that's where I would want to see the character eventually end up. If that makes sense. I will happily admit that a lot of personal projection goes into this. I definitely don't think it's OOC to write him as a 100% cis guy forever, I can buy that too, it just isn't my first preference.

There are several TLT characters (like Harrow and sometimes Gideon!) where what I would want to be going on with them gender- and/or sexuality-wise in a modern/high school/college setting AU -- something I think about a lot because they're all so freakin young -- differs pretty drastically from what I want to be going on with them in canon and Silas is one of these. In a total reversal of everything that I would like to see with him in an extended canon timeline situation, in that kind of setting AU I usually imagine him as being a mostly binary identified trans guy. Partly because I like it and it makes more sense to me for how his character would develop to a recognizable point in the setting or whatever, but partly because a while back I was spitballing what the fuck could be some kind of outside-the-norm thing he and Colum could possibly share in such a normal setting and landed on oh hey wait what if they were both having complex similar yet different gender journeys in their fundamentalist family and ended up in a unique and close relationship because of that. So that reinforced it for me.

My point is he could be written with any gender and I would nod along like great, makes sense