#I love yapping about this au because it lets me share it without actually writing it lmaooo

[symbiotic-slime]

idk how much you’re willing to spoiler about your fic BUT I am so curious if there will be any other avatars besides Eddie/Venom & which entities you associate with which characters!! :o I always thought a tma/marvel crossover would be so cool, I’m so interested in this :]

I’m always happy to share more about these fics!! I admittedly haven’t thought of many characters since I’ve basically only made lore for Eddie/Venom and Flash 😅 I’m hoping the fics will be written like a statement/series of statements!

for what entities they’d serve, I think Eddie would be an avatar of the Corruption! it just fits symbrock so well— like a parasite (affectionate) who is obsessively in love with you is basically combining all of the aspects of the Corruption into one. in my fic, Venom starts out as mold growing in Eddie’s apartment which he starts off trying to kill but eventually the Corruption gets a hold of him mentally and he bonds with Venom! there’s a lot of body horror with Eddie since the Corruption is just perfect for body horror. lots of rot/decay (he’s basically Jane Prentiss-esque but instead of worms it’s goop) and also to highlight the obsessive/toxic love part Eddie’s rib cage is ripped open and Venom is wrapped around his heart >:3

I think Flash would be an avatar of the Slaughter! I know I’m so original by making the solider character a Slaughter avatar but it fits him too well 😭 his fic is a lot sadder than Eddie’s, since I’m kinda making the unpredictable abuse he suffered from his dad the catalyst for the entity noticing him and starting to influence him. I’m warping around the comics timeline a bit so he joins the army right after high school and also making it so his legs being amputated is the result of his need for violence instead of him being a war hero to fit the Slaughter better! in the hospital, since he can’t really feed the Slaughter anymore, its influence on him starts to wain and he resolves to become a better person (think like what happened with the coffin in s4)! it’s not entirely a happy ending, since he is getting weaker and weaker by trying to be a better person, but he makes amends with Peter and their friendship starts there in the fic! that’s as happy of an ending as anyone in a TMA au can get unfortunately :,(

I was also thinking of making the Venom symbiote an avatar! I kinda scrapped that idea because I figured they would be an avatar of the Hunt and I wasn’t sure how to show that in a way that significantly deviates from canon? like they already kind of have to kill to survive, and are an apex predator with a drive to hunt. I’ll make a fic about that if I can think of a fun supernatural way to do it but as of now it’s still a headcanon but I’m not a planning a fic about it

I’ve also thought about what entity they would be a victim of! I’m a big fan of putting my favourite characters in situations, so it’s very fun to assign them their own personal hell, but I haven’t thought of any fic ideas for it. they’ve just been given a vibe lol.

Eddie would be a victim of the Lonely (he starts having a breakdown every time he thinks the symbiote has died and starts weeping about how “we’re dead” and cannot get over Anne for the life of him… he just seems like his biggest fear is being alone)

Flash would be a victim of the Web (specifically with the addiction imagery from s5, but also with him being repeatedly blackmailed in the comics)

Venom would be a victim of the Desolation (especially with Eddie and Dylan both “dying” in the current run, I’d also ignore Flash’s resurrection so it’s just like “all my friends are dead”)

[curanonemu]

ateez soulmates au | choi san

✧ Red String AU ✧

tags/warnings/notes: san’s pov, angst, happy ending (i promise), mentions of other members :3, i listened to oneus’ red thread while writing this and also cried once, go listen to that and cry with me if you haven’t already djskfks

word count: 1,335

enjoy~ ♡

San’s eyes rove over the crowd again, trying to see if he can find the other end, but as always, his string disappears somewhere, tangled with no other end in sight.

He massages his finger absently.

The end attached to his finger looks more and more frayed as days pass. Almost as if they’re about to let go, whoever they are.

He doesn’t want that. But he can’t do anything.

He wishes it were as easy as telling them it’s alright, it’ll be fine. But it’s not. And he can see the string turning dull, an old, rusted red.

It makes him sad.

He’s trying his hardest, but at the back of his mind, he’s always wondering if the other end is still the bright, vibrant red that he’s trying to project. If that’s already lost, then he doesn’t know what’ll work.

San doesn’t want to lose his soulmate without even meeting them.

He blinks, shaking his head imperceptibly to drive away the thought. It’s fine, it’s just another day when he gets through with his business in the world without his other half.

Somewhere, out there, they’re probably thinking of him too; he shouldn’t lose hope. After all, the fact that the string still exists implies that they care. And that’s all he needs.

Knowing they care.

He also needs them to know that he cares, possibly much more than he should. But the other end should give his soulmate the same message.

Sometimes, he wishes he was like his friend Hongjoong, with the ability to communicate with his soulmate, if even in the slightest. Or even Jongho. Though that scares him; he’s not sure he’d be able to share such a bond with a person only to be ripped away from them in the blink of an eye (quite literally).

In one way or another, he feels like all his friends have it better than him. He shouldn’t think that, of course. They’re all varying levels of sensitive, it’s not fair for him to be resentful. Mingi’s soulmate doesn’t even seem to like him; San can’t imagine how the poor boy would feel if he ever met them.

He makes his way through the crowd, slipping into the building soon enough.

He just wants to meet his soulmate. He just wants to be with his soulmate.

And all he can do at present is hope that they don’t give up on him. The colour of the string scares him.

Stop, San. You’re not supposed to be thinking of this.

He forces himself to smile. Smiles are good, they’re positive.

At that moment, Wooyoung pokes his head out from under the counter, and San actually laughs. The other boy spits out a petal and glares at him. “Sure, let’s laugh at him because he inhales pollen all the time.”

San laughs harder, but it still sends a pang of something through him, seeing the daffodils. It happens only when Wooyoung and his soulmate feel the same emotion, and the flowers are a pretty good indication of their shared emotion.

Happiness.

Wooyoung’s ears are already red, San has eyes.

“Let’s laugh at him because he’s been looking for the other end of his string but he can’t see that far.” He says in return, and predictably, Wooyoung lets out a shriek, dissolving into laughter.

As long as someone’s happy.

San spends the next few minutes organising the shelves, stroking petals lovingly as he arranges leaves, making sure they don’t get tangled up with each other.

He likes working here. Being a florist had been his dream since he was a child, despite him not owning the shop. Perhaps he could, one day in the future when he doesn’t have silly things to deal with, and has a nice, heavy wallet to back his whims up.

The door opens, and San allows Wooyoung to deal with the customer, choosing to give his full attention to flowers instead.

It’s only when he hears someone choking that he tears his attention away from his babies.

It’s ironic that Wooyoung isn’t the best receptor to pollen, when he literally grows flowers out of his skin.

Plastering on his best smile, San turns to address the customer, belatedly wondering why Wooyoung seems perfectly fine, but the words die down in his throat.

Standing next to the counter is you, and San can see the string on your little finger. It leads right back to his hand, hanging limp by his side.

No wonder Wooyoung wasn’t coughing. He doesn’t even know what’s just transpired, the string invisible to all but the ones who are tied by it.

San stares at you, and you stare back, neither able to utter a word. Your eyes flit down to his hand, and he shifts defensively as he curls his finger inward, trying to hide the string the best he can.

“Oh.” The word finally leaves your mouth, and San’s ears zone in on it, skin prickling.

“I was about to give up.”

The words wash over him like icy water, and it takes physical effort to not let his face contort with the pain his heart is currently feeling.

“I almost can’t believe I found you again.” You keep going, and the words reach San, but he can’t understand, he’s still stuck on I was about to give up.

You quieten down too, and that’s when his brain catches up. Or his mouth does, he can’t really tell. “What if you hadn’t?”

Out of the corner of his eyes, Wooyoung is shuffling away from the counter and going over to the storage room, and San appreciates him for that.

You give a weak smile, and San can’t look at you.

“Then I guess you’d have stayed with that ugly colour for longer.”

He looks down at his hand; sure enough, the string no longer looks worn out. It looks loving, as weird as that is, and it threatens to make emotion well up in him that he does not want to deal with. Not right now.

But his mind goes back to how it used to look, and all that he felt for it. “Don’t.” He says, swallowing around a lump in his throat, “Don’t call it ugly. It’s not, and it wasn’t. I liked it, however it was. Even if you were going to give up.”

The last sentence is cutting, and he wishes he could take it back but he can’t, and he supposes that’s fine, with the way you’ve hurt him. But it’s also not fine at all, the way his heart squeezes and hurts and makes it hard for him to breathe. He can’t forgive himself for saying something like that.

Instead, your smile brightens, and San’s hit by a wave of fondness, and he hates himself a bit for getting swayed so easily. Only when it comes to his soulmate.

“I’d give up only on finding you actively. I could try and love you from afar till we met again, instead of searching for you ever since I got a glimpse of you, weeks back. I must say it’s quite unfair, you walk way too fast.”

The ground seems to wobble under his feet, and San is dragged back to the day when he’d been out with Mingi, and he’d had enough of his friend’s yapping and walked away, even though his heart had felt so heavy, as if he were walking away from home. That was the last day the string had had the rich colour that’s slowly come back to it.

He meets your eyes again.

You still smile at him.

And San still loves you.

He cracks a smile back, before crossing the distance across the room.

He takes your hand in his, watching as your fingers intertwine with his, the string hilariously short now; one end tied around your finger, the other around his.

Then he’s pulling you to him, enveloping you in his arms and allowing himself to hold you for the first time.

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(Thank you for reading.♡ Let me know what you thought. :’)) I’ll post the other members’ parts as and when I can! Love you all~)

Hongjoong | Seonghwa | Yunho | Yeosang | Mingi | Wooyoung | Jongho