#Record scratch AU lore

[get-rammed]

Testing Project Starlight's ability to taste is very serious work

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Curiositas aka sirens!AU

in which Lando is a siren with species dysphoria and Oscar is the defintion of Just Some Guy, who happens to get caught up in Lando's mess. and obviously they fall in love along the way etc etc

I first posted about this idea over 2 months ago and I'm happy to announce that there is now a fic in the works!!! which will likely take at least another 2 months because goddamn the concept outgrew itself (as you can tell by the fact charles and max also, like, exist now) it's sitting at ~8k words rn, which is by far the longest thing I've ever written in my life already, but story isn't even close to being finished, so yeah it'll take a while lmao

for now though I have some character designs and lots of thoughts, which I'd like to share :3

ramblings about their individual designs and details below the cut!!

and massive thank you to my dear partner @lailau7904 for not only holding my hand through writing the fic so far but somehow being even more insane about this whole AU than I am???

LANDO

main character (and POV holder) his design isn't based on any real fish, closest resemblance is to a fake fishing lure (reference provided)

very little scarring despite sirens' hunting culture, some tiny cuts and scratches around the top of his tail from smuggling pretty stones and shards of glass

absurdly bright green scales (I really could've made him fluorescent but I think that would be overkill) which is absurdly shit for stealth purposes but good for catching the attention of potential victims

vague triangle shape language but in a semi-elegant way

doesn't eat fish and would rather not eat human either

MAX

fills the position of a leader in his and Lando's colony, inherited the role in his late teens but grew up to it pretty quickly

shark motif, all sharp and angular shapes, visibly intimidating

lots of scars collected during hunts, wounds covered over by red scales from Charles

his scales are pretty dark but they shine blue when the light hits them just right (plus Charles' scales are a bright red lmao, which is a bit suboptimal for stealth but he thinks it's worth it)

CHARLES

koi fish motif, soft and round shapes

no scarring at all

has known Max since they were kids but actually didn't meet Lando until their 20s despite Max and Lando being childhood best friends

considered legally dead by monegasque officials (this has lore reasons which I'm not about to spoil)

GENERAL NOTES

the AU plays in a modern setting, altough sirens are very behind on human technology

their gills are on the side of their ribs! they can also all breathe with their lungs above water

funky scales patterns on their torsos around "modified" areas such as their gills and back fin

they have no hands but don't let that fool you! I was simply too lazy to draw any, what you would see if I did draw them tho would include:

webbing between fingers!! matches the colour of fins

longer, and more solid, claw-like nails

wrinkled palms and fingertips

I really wanted to make Max and Charles' torsos more life accurate but could not be arsed, they all have Lando's body type, aka I've accidentally twinkified Charles and Max lmao

by now you might have noticed that there's no design for Oscar, and as much as I really want to make a siren design for him that would have some pretty heavy lore implications so I'm... hesitant to do so

other people on my sirenification waiting list are:

George Russell and Alex Albon (for the 2019 rookies circle to be complete)

Franco Colapinto (based purely off vibes)

the whole grid really god I'm so ill

for the record Logan is a human in this AU but he IS present fuck you James Vowles

you may have also noticed the papaya version I labeled as McLaren themed (this one is also the highest quality image I have in this thread if you're gonna do any zooming in please do it on this one,,,,)

all throughout writing and drawing I couldn't help but think about another banger siren!Lando fic: Salt Skin by @strawberry-daiquiris! in which Lando has orange slash papaya scales, which I just had to draw honestly

a lot of my design process was also inspired by a piece by @dumbf1sketches (it's somewhere in the pile of other gorgeous art in that post)

bonus underwater version of all of them because it wasn't bright enough for me to feel good about it being at the top but it's still like, the main colour example to my brain

TAGLIST(S)

AU @mintraindrop @cx-boxbox (I know the og post is from actual ages ago but you two were interested so I humbly offer you these crumbs)

ART @santongkabayo @cyclonixi @alto-the-avocado @loquarocoeur

people that put up with my ramblings on dc @lyslsstuff @peppysinc @girlrussell

[duskier]

Werewolf AU / fat hairy werewolf gf x poly!141 idea rambling in honor of the art by @littlebit-of-art ♡

|| okokok werewolf lore is always varied but I love the idea of like. shift at will werewolves, but they have forced shifts during the full moon where they get all primal and stuff... thinking about the 141 in the woods, in hiding from bad guys, getting cabin fever and impatient as hell. Pissed that Laswell has benched them (though understanding she has legitimate reasons why)

Soap finds you first, middle of the night. Well, you find him, actually. He was just sneaking out for a cigarette, went alone because he didn't want to share- his pack was running low. You're a tall creature when shifted, much too large to be excusably identified as a wolf. It's the full moon, so the 'you' isn't all there- moreso your hindbrain, your dumb dog of a wolf self. Of course *she* makes a beeline towards Soap after smelling him in the air, first human you'd seen in years- he thinks he's about to get mauled to death but is pleasantly surprised when he sees your tail wagging and you're nudging him to come play with you.

The rest of the squad looks at Soap like he's nuts when he comes by with you in tow, the "can we keep it?" look on his face. Ghost has half a mind to shoot you, no matter how damned cute you looked flopping over on your back, your primal way of telling the group you were friendly.

Price knows you're something strange, not a normal wolf. After some bickering between Soap and Price ("He looks cold :("..."it's a wild fucking animal, Sergeant") you're allowed to curl up on the couch in the den of the cabin, just in front of the fire. The wood of the furniture squeaks under your weight, reassuring Price you wouldn't be sneaking anywhere at night without him noticing.

...But come morning time, when you are you again- human, that is- Price is left speechless. Who was this beautiful, stark naked woman, and why was she on the couch? Where'd the wolf thing go? Poor man, fighting his urges to look you up and down over and over until he'd memorized every silky furry curve, the soft pout of your lips...

After an embarrassing wake up call, a lot of screaming and scrambling, you were sat in an oversized blanket wrapped around you and explaining who and what exactly you were to the 141. You appreciated the warm place to sleep in, so you offer them a deal- let you move in, you'll hunt for them in your wolf form. Easy enough.

What you never could have expected was how much you would become attached to the team. It starts off small, them getting used to your large wolf form- Gaz gives you a scratch behind your ear once in a while. Then it becomes so common for you to rest on him that when he sees you, he wordlessly clears his lap, a perfect resting spot for your head. Soap asks to draw you once, then it becomes a natural thing and he's a sudden canine anatomy expert in weeks, half his sketchbook filled with you- human and otherwise. Price checks in on you, worries over you and waits up every night that you're out late hunting for them. Reminds you not to push yourself, you've stocked them plenty for winter, as he wipes your bloody maw clean with a towel before bed. Ghost gets annoyed at your limp from stickers caught in your paws, but then it becomes a daily ritual for him to groom you all over, pulling out annoyances caught in your fur or paws.

...That's just when you're in your wolf form. When you're in your human form, the men are all just as sweet, if not sweeter. Price finds an old record player, teaches you to dance to the music. Revels in the feeling of pulling your soft body close, hands lovingly caressing every inch of your body as you sway in time, your pretty head resting on his chest. He becomes quickly besotted by the feeling of your arms under his hands, the silky hair covering inch of your skin making him just mad with affection and want. Soap makes even more portraits- drawings with harsh and soft lighting, never wanting you to ever hide your body in the ways you'd been taught to previously. Can't stop raining down compliments on you the entire time, as if every five minutes he's blown away once more at your beauty. Doesn't miss a single tuft of hair, a single bit of your body. Gaz who finds every way he can make you laugh because once he's heard it, once he's seen the way your laugh moves through your whole body and the way your smile lightens the room, he's like a lovesick puppy. (It becomes bad news for Soap, because nothing made you laugh quite like Gaz pranking Soap, each prank becoming more and more childish.) Ghost takes the meager rations they have- thankfully bolstered by your hunting- and makes the best warm meals you'd ever had. Makes you taste test every meal- never plated until it has your approval. Watches you with his golden brown eyes, searching for your praise.

One night, Laswell shipped them their new rations and included a bottle of bourbon, a late birthday gift for Price. 'Sorry you're still there,' a note on the bottle apologized. The team couldn't care less about being there, so focused in on you. You take turns having small shots of the liquor and end up watching the men as they excitedly share story after story with you, each wilder than the last. Price puts his big warm hand on your leg, unable to keep himself from squeezing gently. Gaz has his arm on the backrest behind you, fingers toying with your hair. Soap sits at your feet, his head on your knee, you feel his stubble against your skin whenever he speaks. It's Ghost who breaks rank first, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear and telling you you're the prettiest girl he'd ever met. You blush, and he says he'd like to kiss that blush right off of you. It's slurred, it's silly, but it works, and you let him kiss you, his mask rolled up to his nose. Soap protests, then, of course, how dare he not get a kiss. You jokingly ask Gaz if he'd like one too, of course he agrees and you oblige them both, as if it's the most natural thing in the world. You turn to Price, who was watching intently, eyes glittering in the firelight. "Come here, love," is all he has to say before you're crawling onto his lap and kissing him silly, the peanut buttery smell of his cigars filling your senses.

From there it's as natural as breathing to wake up in a cuddle pile, to kiss them all goodbye before going out on a hunt. For each of them to take you to bed, alone or all together or somewhere in between. They treat you like a precious thing, but never like glass- they know all too well how strong you are.

They find out even more of your capabilities when they are attacked.

Full moon, you're out hunting. Happily secure in letting your wolf side take the reins, looking for the best deer to take home for your boys when you hear a crack like a whip in the distance. You hear Soap screaming just as everything goes red for you. The primal side still in control, all it can think is that your pack was in danger. You ran faster than you ever thought possible, bulky wolf body breaking through old trees, unstoppable in your path to your mates. The men you kill in your way aren't anywhere near prepared for you, slaughtered like nothing. From your boys' perspective, you were a terrifying sight to see. Snarling and monstrous, standing on your back haunches taller than a building, soaked in blood and gore. It isn't until all enemies were silenced that you're capable of thinking anywhere clearly enough to look for your boys, make sure they were okay.

Thankfully, no one was hurt. Ignoring the mess covering you, you were sniffing and nuzzling each of them ignoring their protests in disgust, distressed whines leaving you. They weren't able to calm you that night, having to allow you to stalk a perimeter around the house all night long, daring more enemies to come. It wasn't until the next day that they found you, human form collapsed in the dirt from exhaustion. They take the time to bathe you, gently and with reverence, grateful for both your life and their own. Softening your skin with lotions and oils after, wrapping you in their nicest blankets and surrounding you in a giant cuddle pile so that when you awoke, you'd feel safe.

And you do. You can't imagine life without your boys.

[chiriwritesstuff]

The Girl in IT - IT Ticket: Print Job

A Boss! Joel Miller x IT Specialist F! Reader AU Byte-Sized Microfic

The LIST │ Read the main series here!

Chapter Rating: T

Story Summary: What if Joel tried to print out his list to put in his wallet but botched the print job? Who does he call in his time of need?

Word Count: 430

Inspired by this ask from a sweet anon:

A/N: Lately I've been receiving a lot of messages in my Asks and it's led to a lot of me sharing the lore and backstory of 'The Girl in IT'! I decided it would be fun if I answered these with a short, byte-sized fic! Thank you, sweet anon for the ask! Keep them coming!

"Ellie?" Joel's voice echoes from across the hall. "Get in here for a sec."

Ellie strides into Joel's office, hand on her hip. "What's up? I'm about to head out to the job site with Tommy."

Joel looks somewhat sheepish. "Need a hand."

"Okay… is it going to take long? I needed to be in the parking lot five minutes ago."

"Well, I tried to print out a document-"

Ellie groans, plopping onto the chair in front of him. "Isn't that why we hired Sugar? To help you handle your computer mishaps?"

Joel sighs, "She's with Tess right now. I figured this wasn't pressing enough to warrant the interruption. Besides, you know Tess."

Ellie rolls her eyes as she nods in agreement. "Fine. What happened after you hit print?"

Joel scratches his head, avoiding eye contact. "I may have pressed the wrong button. Instead of printing one page, I accidentally printed the entire manual for the printer. Now it's sitting in the tray, and I have no idea how to fix it."

Ellie chuckles, "You're lucky I'm here. Let's take a look."

They both stroll over to Joel's desk, and Ellie surveys the printer, a cascade of papers flowing out of the tray. Ellie bursts into laughter. "Yeah, you definitely printed the manual. Congratulations, Joel. You just set a new record for the most paperwork generated by a single print job. We should frame it."

Joel smirks, "Well, at least I know how to complicate things."

"What were you printing anyway?" Ellie asks, trying to peek at his laptop.

"Nothing! I mean, there was this form-"

"So a PDF, then?"

"I think so?"

Ellie shoves him aside, grabbing the mouse to check the document. "Joel, this is a Word doc, not a PDF. All you need to do is click on-" her eyes narrow as she looks at the screen, her eyes widening in shock. "Joel, WHAT THE FUCK!"

"Ellie-"

"Are you out of your mind, Joel? Printing this at work? Tess is going to kill you," Ellie admonishes.

"How is she gonna know?"

"Don't you know that Sugar monitors all computer usage for all of the employees? That includes all print jobs, moron!"

"I own this company, Ellie! My computer should be off-limits!"

"Not after the stunt Tommy pulled, getting the servers hacked with all of his explicit internet usage. If you have a bone to pick, take it up with management!"

"Hey! I AM management!"

Ellie shoots him a look as she heads to the door. "Not according to Tess!" She gives him a one-handed salute. "Adios, Romeo!"

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For the tf2 wc crossover/au it looks like the blue team cats are skinnier, did I miss the bit why? It’s a fun little tidbit that has me 👀 at the hint of lore

Also huge fan of that au in general it’s so funny/great

Hell yeah thank you so much! I didn't go much into why, but yes — most of Blueclan's (BLU team) cats are skinner (with a few exceptions I'll mention.) Initially it was more reasoning in my head, but I'll try explain my thoughts

It's a silly AU and everything is silly. There is a distinct lack of clan heritage and culture we see in the books. It is purely two clans comprised of rogues because Redstar and Bluestar (Redmond and Blutarch) are assholes with no friends or family with a massive territory left to them to split 50/50. As per canon, they're stupid about it and both gather up a clan of rogues to steal the land off each other.

As it stands, Redclan (RED Team) occupy most of the land, whereas Blueclan live on the outskirts. This is to play on the Attack/Defense roles the teams play in the game. Redclan are more aggressive in strategy as a general rule. They defend their borders mercilessly, while Blueclan constantly attempt to attack their camps and take patches of land back... and ultimately wish to take all the territory for themselves too. So it's not really like the Sunningrocks with Riverclan and Thunderclan with heritage vs survival. Neither Blueclan or Redclan are entitled to shit. They're both assholes. Neither clan is right and they're just trying to kill each other.

But basically because of this massive difference in territory size, Blueclan live up in the colder areas. There's less prey, they are mostly thinner than their Redclan counterparts, and have thicker pelts. Also irrelevant but they tend to sleep closer together, whereas Redclan's members just keep apart.

Now for exceptions to this rule! Raccoontrot (BLU Soldier) and Mistmask (BLU Spy) are roughly the same size as their Redclan counterparts (although Mistmask is just naturally smaller/weighs less than Smokeface (RED Spy).) Reasons? Raccoontrot is friends with Sparkloch (RED Demoman), the two visiting each other in secret frequently. Sparkloch brings prey for Raccoontrot each time they visit, and it's honestly suspicious to Blueclan why Raccoontrot seems fine with the lack of food around. Mistmask is also fine because he hunts and steals prey CONSTANTLY from Redclan territory. He's hard to stop because he can mask his scent, and is exceptionally sneaky: if you don't catch him in the act, you'd never know he was there. The scratch on Dingospot's (RED Sniper) face was from the one time he caught Mistmask stealing and the two squared up. That's the only track record they have to know what he's up to.

So in conclusion, I do be out here overthinking this silly AU and I hope everyone enjoyed B))

[antimony-medusa]

This is just me rambling about fandom trends cause I wanted to inflict it on my timeline instead of people's DMS.

Okay so I kinda stopped reading SBI for a while, except for my especial subscriptions (got burned out on tommy-centric), and then I got invited into a friend server with a bunch of new young writers and dipped my toe back into what's going on in the genre. Staring around the room like "what's happened while I was buried in a spreadsheet? Oh my."

And it has been FASCINATING.

First of all like, there's just like, a lot of Dark SBI, to the point that it seems like more than when I last checked? Which I don't have a problem with, but it's always very interesting to me because that seems very much like a reaction to fandom trends, more than canon? Like people get tired of a certain dynamic (foster aus! good dad phil! exploration of canon!) and decide they want something else. And what they want is kidnapping, which like. That's an honourable tradition in fiction, o7. Seems like a lot of kidnapping to me, but you do you.

Also, on the other side of the coin, there's also a lot of tooth-rotting-fluff, similarly focused in on like— okay like a lot of that was crimeboys, which is a canon dynamic, but once you add in the pet names and like, platonic kissing, that's not streamer dynamic either, that's a new third thing which is made up by the fandom. Neither of those boys are that open about their emotions, you made that one up. This isn't canon-compliant OR RPF, it's a secret third thing.

Like I can't stress enough that this characterization, in the trends taken as a whole, is neither drawn from canon nor from non-lore streamer, this is something else entirely. Tommy is very sad and baby and cries a lot, and Techno looms and doesn't make jokes and calls people "runt" a lot, and Wilbur is very clingy (and emotionally intelligent in the fluff and sometimes for evil reasons in the dark)— phil doesn't tend to get much characterization except sometimes murder, which honestly I cheer on whole-heartedly.

It just seems to me that this is very much fandom reaction to fandom? Like it's fic in conversation with other fic and other characterizations and filling in the gaps with other fic. Like, I wouldn't be surprised if a bunch of these writers don't follow the streamers and don't watch their ongoing content, and don't go back to the lore streams either. It's just all recursive fic. And I'm not saying that as a bad thing, just as a thing that makes me go Oooo, huh. Look at that.

Which is interesting to me as we look at not getting more DSMP content in the future, to see if we end up with a self-sustaining little fandom engine cause for me (techno-centric), I'm not getting any more lore content, but for some of this fandom (subscribed to a bunch of writers who post once a week) they're getting new content about their blorbos all the time. Their blorbos that again, I have to stress, were made up by the fandom and have minimal relationship to the streamers or the lore.

Okay and that is all stuff that makes sense to me— it's fic of fic, it's responding to fic trends, characterization has drifed from the source text and settled into a fanon canon. Now we get into the thing that makes me go ???????

Which is that everyone seems to be doing father-son relationships now? And not really Dadza, which at least I'm like, okay, sometimes phil is dad-like specifically to tommy, but Dadbur and Dadnoblade? Which makes me go?????? Tommy gets aged down to like 9-14 or something, so he's sad baby, and then techno or wilbur is a nebulous Adult, and then they have either a dark or a joyous found family moment with cuddles in.

And okay I've been hanging out over in emduo-centric and broad-dsmp-cast with dips into hermitcraft, I full on record-scratched when I hit technodad for the first time.

APPERANTLY, I hear from other people, dadbur stories just spiked through the roof after the utah ending, which made me go???? I guess the idea is that you could walk away from a brotherly relationship but not from a parental relationship? Which uh, as someone who's seen what happens in the bad dad phil tag I hate to break it to you, but, anyways, you do you.

And if there's dadbur, they have to get techno in with that. Guys there is so much technodad now. It's bedrock bros but they're not bros any more. Tommy is baby and Techno takes care of him. Serious dad technoblade.

And the best theory I have for what's happening is that this is twitter-driven, because you want that close relationship with affection, but you're realllllllly scared of anyone saying Shippping, so by making it a parental relationship you're even more platonic? It's either platonic-driven or just a need to make tommy soooooo baby and a dad will take care of him more than a brother will? But again, a dad can do that and still be platonic, where if it's just a brother that will be too much?

I can cling frantically to logic and follow a thread through to where I'm like okay, I guess that makes sense, but oh man as someone who barely even thought it made sense when people dad-coded Phil, I see Technodad and I go HEH???

Anyways, that has been my last few weeks of avoiding my deadlines by reading what the fandom babies in discord recommend. Discovering new levels of fanon characterizations and so much dad-coding. My WIPs are going well.

[overlyimmersed]

So, about my AU... Lets do this a little differently this time...

So, in light of having to rewrite my entire AU almost from scratch, I've decided I'll post parts of the timeline in chunks by season of the show as I get them rewritten. Maybe that'll make it a little more digestible over all, though it'll still be compiled on timeline page, of course.

So I guess I should probably talk a little bit about this AU, actually. I haven't really said much. That's kinda just how things have always been before. I just kind of toss the information into the void and hope someone finds it. But this fandom, this community, it's different. There's a lot more...talking, then other fandoms I've been in. So lets talk.

I suppose we'll start with the name? Some of you may have seen me use it a few times. Years ago I got into the habit of using alphanumeric designations for my AUs, mainly as shorthand to help me keep track of the media the au is from, how it's altered from canon and what year I started it in, to help me keep track of time. Though this AU lacks the dating component...which was not a great idea on my part... that's a flaw that came about form my previous hyperfixation. I created too many AUs for that one, which I usually don't, so I started using a symbol system as a subcategory and it fricked the whole system...

ANYWAY

This AU is designated "SDS-RBF-215*" SDS = Seven Deadly Sins, RBF = Reborn Fairy, and 215 is my numeric signature. The asterisk is from the symbol system mentioned above. Which is technically necessary, as I do have off-shoot AUs from this primary one. But those are private cuz they're dumb...

So I suppose if this AU were going to have a title rather than a designation it would be "Reborn Fairy".

It's called that because the POV character, a self-insert OC, is reincarnated from another universe.

And on that note I'd like the record to show that I made this choice before I knew about Elizabeth. Reincarnation is one of my most used tropes. I'd also like to mention that I didn't know the word "isekai" until very recently...

So besides this new MC, what exactly is different between this AU and canon?

Well, not including the story consequences of the MC's existence, I did add some lore and stuff. Primarily the concept of "The Bard to the Fairy King"

Each Fairy King has had a bard alongside him to serve as a history keeper, moral guide, and any other role the Fairy King requires. These bards are always born in the Fairy King's Forest, rather than in the Fairy Realm proper like other fairies. The primary mission of The Bard to The Fairy King- or Fairy King’s Bard, sometimes shortened to just Fairy Bard- is to keep the history of the Fairy Race. They write books, tell stories, sing songs and create works of art keeping track of history as it passes. Like how each Fairy King has the magical ability “Disaster”, Fairy Bards always have “Starlight” giving them a flawless memory and the ability to generate and manipulate silvery light. It's primarily used to project records of memories, though it can be used offensively if needed. They also share a single special technique that’s passed from one to the next, a song called “Song of the Fairy King” which will increase the Fairy King’s power in an act of desperation. It can also be used to save the Fairy King’s life if need be. The use of this spell expends the Bard’s life force, and thus can only be used once. So the Bard must act wisely. As time went on and more unfortunate events tarnished Fairy history, the Bards became more and more high strung and anxious, plagued by their perfect recall of tragic and violent events. Fairy Bards Morvydd - The Bard to Fairy King Gloxinia. Primarily a poet. She, and her twin brother Owain, were killed in the raid on Stigma headquarters during the first Holy War. Camellia - The Bard to Fairy King Dahlia. Primarily a dancer. When Dahlia disappeared, Camellia went with him, at some point she used “Song of the Fairy King” to save Dahlia’s life. Maranwe - The Bard to Fairy King Harlequin. Primarily a harpist. A very unusual fairy with a complicated history. She left with a group of other fairies to meet with humans and was thought dead for 700 years before she, along with her missing Fairy King, returned just before the second Holy War. 

I've also applied my various headcanons, of course. Which can be read here. I'm not going to list them on this post cuz I don't want to have keep more than one post updated everytime I add a headcanon. The one linked will always be kept up-to-date.

[get-rammed]

Ok this has been on my mind for a few days now, and I’m really curious:

If a young child were to go up to one to the animatronics cause something had frightened them, and they automatically clung onto them as a safety response (aka their leg), what would they do?

(Include EVERYONE, even the “dead” ones (Foxy and Bonnie)👀)

This is with the assumption they're safe and not dealing with the corrodding code.

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Golf Monty - He's had this happen a number of times. Monty's Wild Golf is a dark area with loud music and gator noises. He gets it. Getting down on their level and letting them cling to him till their parents come get them, or he calms them down. Showing them the area is fun, and not scary.

Glamrock Monty - He would be...suprised. He hasn't had a child come to him for safety in almost a year. If he could cry, he'd be fighting back tears. Just gently pat their head and ask them what scared them, so he can show them how to stand up strong against that thing.

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Freddy - This is a daily occurrence for him. He interacts with the guests the most, and has seen a lot of scared kids. Sometimes of him lmao.

But if a child runs up to him and clings to his leg, he's very careful as he crouches down. Soothing voice as he asks them what has frighented them.

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Chica - She hasn't had it happen super often, but she usually picks the kid up right away in case they're running from someone. All cheery and positive vibes as she tries to show the kid everything is okay. Make them laugh if she's able.

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Bonnie - The kids were always climbing on him, and it was mildly annoying, but he'd never show that to the kids. He was pretty good at telling if a kid was genuinely scared of something or not. Crouching and letting them play with his ears or jacket to calm them down. Usually seeking out his Handler to ensure the kid is properly taken care of.

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Roxanne - This holds true for either Roxy.

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Foxy - He would scoop the kid upright away, asking them what dared to scare his crew mate. All boisterous and brave. He'll give the kid a lil pirate or cowboy hat and walk around with them till they're okay again. He tries to keep kids away from his legs because he's nervous they could get under foot.

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Eclipse - Is pretty rarely out around the kids. So he doesn't know what to do and will force Sun out to deal with it.

Sun - Keep them to his leg as it's softer than the rest of him, and just try and figure out what's wrong. Gently coaxing out answers and such. Seeing how he can help.

Moon - It's pretty common for him to have kids coming to him during nap time if they can't sleep. He usually soothes them and let's them sleep somewhere nearby as laying on him isn't the most comfortable.

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DJMM - Will freeze up, and have either of his Handlers come figure out what's wrong, or have one of the mini music men go in and get the child away from his legs. He doesn't want to speak and scare them worse, so the best he can do is soft gentle song till someone else can come and figure out how to help.

[quincywillows]

OKAY guess who’s back, back again, now diving into the even more dense questions you sent.

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

this is a hefty one that’s just asking for trouble with my overwriting ass lol. but where to even begin... for starters my “current” WIP is an open-ended question because i have like, 7 running stories going at any given time hahaha. in fact in my notion page that i keep all my story notes in, i currently have about 11 of the 14 set to “brainstorm” or “outlining” in some capacity 🤪 this is one thing i’ve got as a goal for this year is trying to decide which projects will become my priority kickstart ones as ambition comes to a close with season 5 and i officially fully transition to working on building my original content hub. for now, i guess i’ll just throw a couple out there!

(putting remaining answers under a read more to spare people’s dashboards, but if you wanna see what’s cooking in maggie’s insane brain oven, click away):

the one that has been front of mind most recently is center of the universe, which very keen maggie-lore fans may know vaguely as a long-time ago au i had created that was kind of like... the 100 esque space-to-earth sci-fi small ensemble driven world. after reading the actual first book of the 100 (one of my favorite tv shows of all time for the record) and realizing... it’s really all just a romance, i decided what’s stopping me from writing COTU as a series on its own merits and so i’ve scrubbed it to start from relative scratch, sans the major plot arcs i had created, to make it into its own book series. so right now the minutia of that project is solely on worldbuilding, because creating a sci-fi lore is no easy feat -- i’m focusing on building a theoretical history of this interstellar space community of about 300 - 400 years, plus a bit of pre-history to what happened on earth before that launch, plus companion lore to what was going on back one earth during all that time (since the mains return to it as the crux of the first book). not to mention crafting the sociology and societal details of a space entity that merged people from multiple nations hundreds of years ago -- how would that affect culture? how much would that merge into a unified culture with no land borders to draw distinctions? how does language meld? what remnants of those original cultures bleed into the present, much in the way cultural norms and glimmers from centuries ago bleed into our present day? -- alongside building the new culture of the space station based on its own sociopolitical and economic hierarchies (i’m designing the actual layout of the station right now, and that is so much fun). doing all of this has really reinvigorated my creativity in the last couple weeks, so i’m very grateful about that!

on a standalone note, i’ve been slowly brainstorming a standalone novel known as for the life of, which features our protagonist (who at first doesn’t realize she’s on the line between life and death) working her way through the levels of purgatory to go back to the real world because she knows there’s something there waiting for her even though, at the beginning, she doesn’t even remember her own name or that she’s necessarily a human being. the present plot of her marching through the afterlife to get back home (wherever that is) is intercut with chapters that feature snippets from her life before whatever sent her to purgatory, giving us the chance to meet characters from her real world (who, of course, inform and represent concepts and characters in the afterlife). this idea was partially inspired by a fic i wrote years ago that gave me the basic premise (inspired by a honne song lol, so shoutout to them... kings), as well as a very vivid and memorable dream i had a couple years ago that gave me the inciting incident to set this version of it into motion. it’s extremely fun getting to flesh out what the logistics and aesthetics of each level of purgatory are like, what tests the character has to face to both pass through that level but also regain elements of their humanity and memory in the process (kind of allowing me to explore the question of what makes a human a human? which i love because i’m such a psych and philosophy nut lol), and how she is able to proceed... this project is different because it’s less specifically character-driven and more conceptual than many of my works, but that’s part of what makes it really exciting to work on i think! nice change of pace

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end.

hopefully someday we’ll be able to do the spicy version of this question and passages will be available from my writing for you to want to parse through... but hmm. i’ll share one from quincy willows, book 1, since that’s the only novel that is fully packaged and (somewhat) ready to roll

Quincy Willows

As the days tick onward and their stress grows, Jonah makes a habit of repeating the facts.

Fact: The history of Quincy Willows has been rewritten to cover up big mistakes.

Fact: The person who drained the forest the first time is doing it again and still walks innocuously among them.

(In some ways, that provides Jonah a small relief. If it’s the same perpetrator, then it’s highly unlikely to be one of his classmates, including Cassie or Xavier. He supposes it could be a family affair and they’re aiding in round two, but he opts not to think about it).

Fact: Farah Abbasi was close to the truth, close enough that something or someone was willing to kill her for it.

Fact: The forest decay has huge consequences for everyone.

More nymphs stop showing up to school, once students return after the dark spirit fumigation. Jonah and Taj eavesdrop for almost a half an hour as Sharon laments the amount of nymphs and dryads they’ve had come into the emergency clinic—so many that the staff is having trouble meeting the demand. Taj gets Moe to recount stories from the first time this happened, and they learn that the decay made people not quite themselves. Crime increased, and the number of physical altercations skyrocketed. Jonah watches people closely as he passes them in the halls to see if that trend is reemerging. Everyone seems more on edge, but he can’t tell whether it’s due to the dying forest or just a natural result of the stressful situation they’re all trying to ignore. There’s so much life in the forest that will suffer if they fail. Archie showed him that well enough.

Jonah can’t stop thinking about it, particularly when he’s with Elsie. Today, they’re cramped together in the dim technician’s booth, waiting for Xavier so they can craft a game plan. It’s impressive she’s still at school at all. When he stands too close, he can feel heat radiating off of her like a fever. The bags under her eyes are more pronounced than ever. She’s powering through, but it’s clear the decay is taking its toll. She’s wasting away, and it feels like there’s nothing he can do about it.

“You’re gawking,” she states flatly.

He clears his throat. “What?”

“No, please, stare more.” Elsie lifts her gaze, unimpressed expression drilling into him. “Maybe if you stare hard enough, all that pity will somehow make its way into my bloodstream and miraculously cure me.”

“I didn’t mean to—”

She closes the textbook with a sigh. “I know, Jonah. I know you mean well.”

He may mean well, but that’s sure doing them a load of good. He doesn’t know what to say, so he simply nods.

It’s her turn to stare, attempting to figure him out as he avoids eye contact and swivels idly in his chair. “It’s not your fault, you know.”

Jonah meets her eyes uncertainly.

“What’s happening to me. With the forest.” Elsie releases another sigh, letting her eyes flutter closed. “You don’t have to carry it like it’s your problem. It’s not. Your communion with the undead confirmed that much.”

He wishes it was that easy to believe. Maybe it feels like his responsibility because everyone has been blaming him since he arrived. Or maybe it’s because he’s always had this complex—this deep, gnawing compulsion to protect. He cannot fathom the possibility that the worst happens when he has the means to try to stop it.

“Jonah,” Elsie says softly. Exhaustion aside, he’s never seen her features so gentle. “It’s not your fault.”

All he manages is a weak smile before the booth door creaks open and Xavier slips inside.

Elsie’s tenderness is gone in seconds. “Well, look who finally decided to show up!”

“Sorry, sorry,” Xavier mutters, marching in and dropping his backpack. “Wong pulled me into his office at the end of physics. I could not get out of there. That on top of the fact that Coach Nuge was totally feral in gym today. I swear, it’s like he’s trying to kill me.”

Jonah frowns. “Wong? What did he want with you?”

“That’s the question, isn’t it?” Xavier holds his arms out. “I could not tell you what the meeting was about. He kept doing that whole ‘but how are you feeling, Xavier, how are you really feeling’ thing. As if he’s suddenly going to make some grand change in my pathetic existence—”

Elsie’s brow furrows. “If Wong is pulling you aside without clear cause, that can’t be good. He must sense we’re onto something. If he thinks we’re getting close to answers, he might be trying to stall us.”

It doesn’t seem like a perfect explanation, but Jonah can’t deny there’s evidence. “He did try to keep us out of the booth to stop us from meeting before. And he was there the second time I heard those voices in the faculty lounge.”

“Which he would have access to.”

“And Farah said the decay was caused by someone who was here the first time.” Xavier taps his chin thoughtfully. “Hence, it’s likely not a student, except maybe a vampire, but it could be him. Wong was still in high school.”

Jonah rubs his temple. “But we’re not completely sure.”

“We’re not completely sure about anything,” Else gripes. “But we can’t afford to be hesitant, not until we get the decay under control.”

“If only we had a clue how to do that.” Xavier sighs as he leans back against the electrical cabinet, rubbing his face. “Elsie, you’re connected to it.”

“Tell me something I don’t know, captain obvious.”

Jonah can see that Xavier is fatigued, too. It’s hard to see them so worn down. He hardly has enough strength for himself, but he wishes he could give some to them. He’d much rather keep their genius minds going.

“You’re basically a liaison for it,” Xavier prods. “Can’t you sense it and like, get it to tell you what’s going on?”

Elsie holds out her hands. “What, you want me to speak for the trees? What do you think I am, the Lorax?”

so this scene is one of my small favorites from QW (which is an 120k+ novel lol, book 1 and already an epic which is perhaps why no agents wanted to touch it 😌), which occurs around the second-third of the book. we’re deep in the thick of the main mystery, jonah our protagonist and two allies clearly trying to puzzle out how to solve things, but what i love about it is the gentle humanity that exists between elsie and jonah. in the first half of the book, they’re not especially friendly (they’re lab partners, and elsie finds him particularly vexing above all else as the new kid who is so clueless), but this scene developed as a chance for us to see that they have developed a bond in the course of events. elsie is a tough cookie typically, but she makes the first move to extend kindness and reassurance to jonah completely unprompted, which is a statement all its own that she does care. and we get glimpses of jonah’s character here too -- reiteration of his overprotective instincts, his habit of taking on the weight of everyone else, his continuing empathy -- so there’s a lot packed into a relatively brief exchange. those are the kind of character and relationship moments i live for as a writer, so i felt like it was a good example to pull from QW.

not to mention, it features some good character banter at the end there, which i also cannot resist employing in my work hehe. ugh i really love QW i can’t wait for y’all to get to experience it someday

for the writing questions 13, 17 and 18 also you're literally one of my favourite writers

hello hello rae!! thank you for sending some qs and thank you doubly triply as much for the lovely compliment... you legit don't know how much that means to me to hear that 💖 hopefully in the near-ish future there will be more original content of mine to enjoy beyond just aaa!

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?

ohh that's a good one... very thought-provoking. i don't necessarily immediately think of any topic as off-limits, but i am definitely very very picky about whether i think i am equipped to tackle a topic or not. one of my biggest pet peeves in media is when a sensitive subject matter is handled with absolutely zero nuance (or for shock value on top of that -- see 90% of sexual assault on tv or the gross pattern of romanticizing abuse in novels these days), so if i am going to tackle a deeper subject matter, you can bet i'll be doing as much research as i can to write it as nuanced as possible. generally speaking though, i would say i'm up for most challenges -- as long as i have a good character vehicle to ride the subject matter through with, i think you'll find a good story. as for what is easy? that would definitely be anxiety / mental health -- it would be incredible to find a piece of work of mine that doesn't include those themes in some capacity if not as a major piece of characterization LOL.

i'll answer 17 & 18 on a reblog of this answer so that tumblr doesn't cut me off with a character limit because those are some juicy ones lol. stay tuned!!

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(( Lore tidbit I wanna mention before I get back to asks and such tomorrow: Keith being a human granted angel status is why he has no wings. He’s the lowest rank angel there is, (besides fallen angels,) and because he keeps messing around on earth with.., sometimes questionable morality, he likely will never reach a higher rank or get any wings ))

(( that’s also why he looks so human all the time— His dad, 🅱️apa Blessed, just uses a human-like form often. (Which is why he has no visible wings on his back when I draw him, just on his halos.) Keith, on the other hand? That’s just what he looks like. He has no wacky “true angel” form ))

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Do We Have a Deal?

TWST AU: An MC/Yuu from Hazbin Hotel

Demon Lord!MC/Yuu

[Synopsis]: In this timeline, Crowley “accidentally” summoned a demon and they now hang around NRC.

[TW]: A brief mention of MC/Yuu having intrusive thoughts of consuming human souls and flesh.

Gender Neutral MC/Yuu

[A/N]: I have been listening to Insane by Black Gryph0n (ft. Baasik) and it’s quite catchy.

First question: How did they arrived in Twisted Wonderland?

There’s an old forbidden book locked away in an enchanted glass case, hidden deep in the library to prevent students to have their hands on it. Dire Crowley, as irresponsible as he is, decided to open the case just for curiosity.

Trein spotted him and warned him about what it contains. Incantations, immoral rituals, harmful spells, the list goes on. (Don’t ask me how he knows. All I can say he’s way old to know what’s dangerous.) After being warned, Crowley still continues to possibly doom everyone’s lives.

He got the book and flips through the pages containing cryptic symbols and eerie messages written from the previous writer. Then he finds one page that caught his masked eyes.

[Pg. 667: <The Radio Demon>]

The summoning goes by a ritual involves a secluded area, 5 candlesticks, a pentagram with symbols copied from the page, an old radio and a drop of impure blood. There’s specific instructions the reader needs to follow.

Then Crowley proceeds to perform the ritual in the Mirror Chamber. As he finishes the instructions, the floor cracks opens to reveal a figure in a sharp suit with asymmetrical deer antlers and eyes glowing eerily staring at Crowley.

“Who has summoned me and what business you have in mind~?” Their voice as if muffled through a microphone with technical problems at a radio station.

“The Radio Demon?”

*Record scratches*

Now in their actual voice. “…That’s my brother, Alastor. I’m the Static Demon.”

Yep. That’s right. They’re related to The Infamous Radio Demon.

There’s been a HUGE misunderstanding. The demon snatches the forbidden book out of Crowley’s hands and flips to their page.

[Pg. 667 <The Radio Static Demon>]

“I told that writer not to write in a candle lit room at night. Great, now I need to get this over with and finish what started.” They mumbled before turning the attention to Crowley, shadowing over the headmaster. Smiling sinisterly down at him.

“Now tell me, my fellow crow-man, do you wish to make a deal~? If you try to trick me with your human cleverness, it won’t work.”

Now Crowley screwed up. He unleashed a demon who can turn people mad. He panics and offers a deal for them to hang around while try not to cause insanity.

Static Demon!MC/Yuu was just summoned in an unfamiliar world so why not explore the place.

Also Static Demon!MC/Yuu found Grim and demands Crowley to register the feline creature in the college since they see great “potential” in him.

Static Demon!MC/Yuu: Young man, I don’t know what you’re talking about. What Great Seven? I only know powerful people from Hell, and one of them is me~

[Croaks their neck to the side while smiling creepily over Ace. Static noises start deafening the First Year student’s ears.]

Ace: *Covers his ears* *Has a terrified expression and internally screaming*

Static Demon!MC/Yuu: Are we clear?

Static Demon!MC/Yuu: *Pulls out their reading glasses and reads a contract from Azul* …You boys are idiots.

Ace, Deuce, and Grim: Eh?!

Ace: You don’t have to remind us about it.

Deuce: We’re really sorry, Lord MC/Yuu…

Static Demon!MC/Yuu: You should’ve asked for my help with the exam. Not sign your will off with a grubby eight-legged mafia boss.

Trey: MC/Yuu, what do you usually eat?

Static Demon!MC/Yuu’s cannibalistic thoughts: ‘The souls/flesh of the innocence!’

Static Demon!MC/Yuu: Bagels.

Static Demon!MC/Yuu’s cannibalistic thoughts: ‘What?! No!’

Static Demon!MC/Yuu: And venison. That’s what I usually consume back home.

[(A/N): Little lore for this MC/Yuu: They try to eat less human flesh since after having access to the internet back in Hell, they got disgusted by facts of what diseases their future victims can carry.]

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The Hooksborough Demon 🤍 5: A big black mass

You and two friends ventured into the location of an urban legend with the intention of exploring an abandoned building and having a laugh at small town lore for clout.

But after a series of mysterious events, you have turned to a forum a year later to try to piece everything together, and to find out what the fuck happened to Yoongi & Jimin.

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🤍 Yoongi x Female Reader 🤍 word count: 1.8k + comments 🤍 paranormal au, urban legend au, found footage horror, gore, poly, smut, nsfw, 21+ 🤍 warnings: haunting imagery 🤍 beta read by @neoneunnajimin​ 🤍 posted jan. 2022 | read on ao3

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27:32 - 40:01 (posted by TH3 on 01/10/2021)

Sorry for the radio silence, friends. I've been really sick, unexpectedly. Seems to be everyone has been getting sick these days.

And I am really nervous about getting into the recording today. I felt really confident about it before, but now I can't seem to hit the spacebar and make the video play. It is not even necessarily that I believe in the legend...if I am being honest, I am still not sure what I believe. 

But I have not yet seen what Yoongi claimed he saw, and, well, I am not ready to hear the sound of his screaming again. Even though it has been ingrained in my brain, burrowed deep where I cannot seem to scratch it out, the thought of hearing it again scares the shit out of me.

I guess I have to do this sooner or later, though, so...let's go.

Timestamp 27:32. We had just found the escalators. As mentioned, they appear to be intact. Yoongi is the first to approach, the light from the camcorder shining brightly enough to show the entire area. He cautiously takes a step on the bottom stair of the escalator that goes upwards before slowly walking up several more.

"Alright, you two, wave to the camera," Yoongi shouts as he turns around.

Jimin and I are maybe three feet from the bottom step, and we wave to Yoongi. Yoongi waves a hand in front of the lens too, which makes Jimin and I giggle, and then he walks back down, joining us at the top of the downward escalator. Jimin cautiously steps onto the top stair this time, holding onto the railings with both arms.

"I saw footage from China where people were falling into broken escalators to their death," Jimin says in a tone that is maybe too chipper for the subject matter. "So I'll make sure it's safe before you and hyung come down."

I remember wishing Jimin had not put that image in my mind as I took my turn, my hands feeling sweatier than usual for taking some glorified stairs. Yoongi comes down behind me, and the frame shows him panning into the lower level, first to the left, then to the right as we descend.

The lower level is similar to the main one. At the bottom of the escalators is a fountain, which was obviously off and empty. The area is big and open, and then it branches off into a long hallway to the left and the right, down which are rows of storefronts. Ahead of the escalator is a big employee-only area, with offices and a locker room, and behind the escalator is a weird little playground, with some slides and swings and rocking horses.

Timestamp 30:09. We reach the bottom of the escalators.

"Where to begin?" Jimin asks, standing with his hands on his hips.

"Straight ahead should be the employee area, and there wasn't too much activity in there aside from things disappearing," Yoongi says, "so maybe we should try the playground?"

"Playground?" I ask, as I was not aware of it at this point.

"Oh yeah," Yoongi responds. "It's kiiinda creepy."

You can hear me unzip my backpack while Yoongi and Jimin round the escalator, with Jimin in frame. I am pulling out my Polaroid camera. We do not have to walk too far before the camera is illuminating the metal structures, and both Jimin and I audibly gasp. Everything is primary colors; bright reds and yellows, bold blues. It is gaudy and almost appears to be taken from another decade—like hadn't metal playground equipment been phased out and replaced by plastic back in the 90s?

"What the fuck," you hear me say, "how come nothing I read said there was a playground in here?"

"Okay, very funny," Jimin responds.

You can hear anger in my voice when I say, "What?!" which surprised me to hear just now, and it clearly surprised them, back then; the camera whips to me, but just before that, Jimin's head is seen quickly turning toward me, as well. I remember feeling unnaturally angry, like something was seething within me and making my blood boil, despite there not actually being an issue. I was furious. In the video, you can see me looking around, seemingly feeling confused and frustrated.

"I—I don't know," I finally say. "I feel really weird, sorry. I didn't mean to snap."

"Weird how?" Yoongi asks.

"Well, for one, nothing I read said there was a playground. There was a café right here where the activity was happening. Like a kiosk. So I don't understand how suddenly it is different?"

"A kiosk?" Yoongi repeats. "Hmm, maybe our reports got mixed up somehow, because I read about a playground, and that is clearly what this is."

Suddenly, I remember feeling furious. 

"Yeah, I can see that it is a fucking playground, Yoongi. Thanks."

"Hey, y'all, let's take a breather," Jimin says, clearly upset by my change in attitude.

I did take a breather. I walked away and folded my arms over my chest, closing my eyes for a moment to try to relax. I remember feeling hot and ready to explode. I do not lose my temper quickly, so it was bizarre how easily I was pushed to the edge, especially over something so silly as this. Of course, nothing that happens down here is a misunderstanding or coincidence, but we will touch on that more another day.

While I am seething, Jimin and Yoongi are murmuring.

"What has gotten into her?" Jimin asks.

"I dunno, man, this is uncharacteristic. But it's fine; she might just be feeling anxious about being down here. I'm not taking it personally, so you shouldn't either."

Yoongi, for being the hothead he is, is always so reasonable and understanding when it comes to his friends.

"You're right," Jimin responds.

I need to pause for a moment and catch my breath. I know this is probably completely innocuous to all of you, but it is something that I am hearing for the first time, and it just. ugh. man. I really miss my friends. Also, seeing the way I begin acting at this stage is...it is weird. Unsettling.

Timestamp 34:34. I come back to the group and apologize, telling them that I am just feeling kind of anxious about being down here. Which is a little odd, considering I did not hear what Yoongi said to Jimin moments ago, until now. We really used the same wording...? 

Jimin puts his arm around my waist, and we walk to the playground, which is just a few feet in front of us, and begin to examine it. I take a couple Polaroids of the swings and slide, watching as each photo slowly exits the camera. Aside from dust and pieces of ceiling panels collecting everywhere, it looks as if kids could have just been here playing; everything is in pristine shape.

"I have an idea," Yoongi quirks up.

Jimin and I both turn to Yoongi.

"Leave the photos here, on the slide and the swing. We will leave to examine the halls quick and come back since this seems to be the area with the most activity, according to the reports."

"You want to see if they disappear?" Jimin says in a mock spooky voice, high-pitched and excited.

I roll my eyes but set the photos down, placing the photo of the swing on the swing and the photo of the slide on the top of the slide. Then I scoff and shake my head but show Yoongi that I am willing to play along even though I think it is silly.

We turn around to walk away from the playground, and we get to the escalators before Yoongi stops in his tracks.

"Did you guys see that?" he asks, panning the camera quickly to the left.

"See what?" Jimin and I ask at the same time.

"I d—I don't know. Maybe it was nothing," Yoongi responds. 

There is a hint of fear in his voice, which is giving me chills to hear.

Timestamp 37:23. Paused. This is the moment I have been dreading. At this point, Yoongi turns around, facing the playground once more, and I am not even sure what compelled him to turn around in the first place, but this is the point at which. I don't even really know. I have never seen what he saw, and I am sort of terrified to. A huge part of me hopes that when I push play, I will just see him reacting to nothing. But that is probably not likely right. And what if I—what if the curse—what if this is it? I'm rambling. I don't know why I am even putting all of my thoughts out there like this, it's just—

Okay.

For the sake of full disclosure, I am going to keep the stream of conscious typing so that if there is something, I can get it on the page and then be done with it. And not think twice about it.

Continuing with the video. Yoongi turns around and

oh my god.

it's so tall. holy shit. Yoongi sees it and he screams. jesus christ he screams so loud. oh my god, i think it...it looks like it turns at the sound of yoongi screaming. it's just a big black mass, i can't make out a clear shape, but where i assume there could be a head, it seems to respond to yoongi's voice. like it realizes he can see it.

and now i can see it.

um. okay. yoongi is screaming to us asking if we can see it too but we can't and we're clearly nervous and i walk in the frame, in front of the camera to say "yoongi, there's nothing there" but he's. i remember the fear in his eyes and he was shaking his head. the camera is shaking like his hands are trembling. there's clearly something there. fuck.

timestamp 40:01.

I gotta go. I can't watch anymore tonight. Good night everyone. 🤍

Comments:

j.m on 01/10/2022 it's starting

kira_kurosaki on 01/11/2022 starting to think every comment I make now will just be wtf...

amoeba on 01/12/2022 shit on one hand i hope your recent sickness is just related to whatever’s going around (and not from anything you may not have realized you’ve seen in the footage)…but on the other and “whatever’s going around” is a pretty serious virus, so i also hope it’s not that!

richboycheck on 01/13/2022 yea u definitely killed them

TH3 [author] on 01/14/2022 @.richboycheck i killed them while i was under 24/7 watch in a mental health facility? wow big brains on you, i can't believe the cops didn't think of that 🙄.

y.g on 01/14/2022 @.TH3 yagiya don't feed the trolls, just keep telling your story

TH3 [author] on 01/14/2022 @.y.g idk who you are but please stop impersonating Yoongi. it's not funny.

TH3 [author] on 01/14/2022 why do i even bother reading the comments. this shit is driving me crazy.

squishycat on 01/14/2022 so you admit it then? you think you're crazy?

hiromi_20 on 08/21/2022 omg I'm so glad i started following this. grabbing popcorn. stay strong op!

// You cannot stop shaking; you feel the urge to vomit. There is a ringing in your ears that is also a low thrum. You feel claustrophobic.

This is the first time you are seeing it. And it is definitely real. And although you could not make out its face as you watched the video, you could feel it looking at you. Tall and black as a shadow, almost like it is billowing smoke, like in an old vampire story. You have closed the video file and turned off your monitor, but there is still the feeling of it, or something, watching you.

A drink. You need a drink. You reach for the bottle of whiskey that lives permanently on your desk, and grab an alprazolam.

Bottom's up.

Time to sleep this shit off immediately.//

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Pairing: Vampire!Ten x Hunter!Reader (Female)

Genre: Supernatural AU

Warnings: Bit of violence, blood, lore I made up, sex

Summary: It’s your job to protect the human race from anything that creeps through the night. However, a chance encounter with a vampire called Ten threatens to upset an already precarious balance between light and dark.

Word Count: 10,009

A/N: Final part! Parts One and Two can be found here and here. A big thank you to everyone who read, liked & reblogged this. Happy you guys enjoyed it & I hope there are many more ficlets in my future. Tagging @whattaweeb as requested! [Song lyrics = The Devil by Banks, I Get It by Chevelle, Up In Flames by Ruelle.]

part three: i ain’t really bothered and it taste so good

“You’re going out with him again, aren’t you? The vampire.”

Arching a brow from your place in front of your wide vanity, you glanced to Elizabeth’s reflection in the mirror. She was stretched across the foot of your bed and pretending to read a magazine, her expression neutral. In the few weeks that had followed saving Ten’s life you’d spent every bit of free time you had with him. Except now everyone knew of course, including the Elders thanks to Jeremy’s obnoxious mouth. You’d expected to become somewhat of a pariah and while some did treat you differently, others were oddly curious about the natural of your relationship with Ten. Especially Elizabeth.

The Elders preached that vampires were depraved, self-indulgent sex fiends that only cared about feeding on the helpless. That they loved violence and couldn’t be trusted, that they were perhaps more dangerous than werewolves because they had the capacity to manipulate. There was also the mind control, super strength and super speed. As Demios you all knew not to just engage with a vampire unless it was warranted, but the definition of warranted varied depending on who was holding the dagger.

Ten wasn’t like that though, none of the Neos were as far as you’d seen. Yes, they all had the capacity for violence but most just wanted to be fabulous, rich and immortal.

“As a matter of fact, yes. I am going out with Ten again.” You picked up a tube of lipstick and smoothed it across your lips. “Why?”

Elizabeth shrugged. “No reason.” She flipped a through a few pages of the glossy magazine before shoving it dramatically to the floor. “Okay I am dying to know what fucking a vampire is like! Does he bite you during? Can they really make you come six times in a row? Aileen said some can fly so have you done it on the ceiling yet?”

You blinked and slowly turned to face her. “I—what?” Laughing, you scratched at the back of your head. “Geeze Liz where are you getting this stuff?”

She grinned. “Around. You hear things…”

You snorted. “Heh well for the record I wouldn’t know about ceiling sex or what not because Ten and I—we aren’t—we haven’t had sex.”

Elizabeth tilted her head to the side. “Really? Why not? I mean if it’s one thing we know vampires love it’s sex and blood.”

You could feel your face heat up but managed to soldier on. “I don’t know. I mean I guess if I wanted to he’d—we would…”

She nodded thoughtfully. “Do you want to? Granted the Elders would hate it but they’re already unhappy you’re even spending time with him so you might as well go all in. He’s not exactly my type but I’m not blind. He’s gorgeous as fuck and there is no way he’s not unbelievable in the sack.”

Her words made you chuckle but you couldn’t disagree. Sometimes it felt like every time you saw Ten he just got hotter and hotter. His eyes, his hands, his lips—the way he’d just look at you and all you could think about was being closer to him. And since the night you’d saved his life you had gotten a lot closer. Emotionally and physically.

“Honestly if it happens then it happens,” you said slowly. “It—it’s not like we haven’t done other stuff.”

That naturally piqued her interest. “Ooh like what?”

You weren’t usually one to gossip but… “We’ve been making out a lot. Just kissing and kissing, and his lips are so soft and I’ve become kinda obsessed with tangling my fingers in his hair. He’s also a bit of a tease.”

Elizabeth squinted at you. “So you’ve only kissed?”

With a fake put upon sigh, you tossed a balled up tissue at her. “He’s went down on me. And I—I have let him bite me.”

“Holy shit!” Your friend exclaimed. “I—I don’t know what to ask about first! I mean the first is whoa but the second is like whooooooa because it breaks about a million rules.”

All you should do was shrug. “Both were freaking awesome. Ten is one of the most amazing people I have ever met and I’m glad we were able to get closer. What we have is still sorta new but I—I care about him a lot. It’s so weird. Why him? Why a vampire?”

Elizabeth smiled a little. “Hey who knows? You can’t be the first Demios to fall for a supernatural, and if you are I doubt you’ll be the last. There is still so much we don’t know about our world…so much the Elders have no doubt kept from us. Maybe this kinda thing is normal and they say it isn’t to be assholes.”

It had occurred to you more and more lately that the Elders were hoarding information, passing it out sparsely to make sure everyone stayed in line. Giving out the history they wanted known and squashing anyone who asked too many questions. Of course that begged the question why were they letting you continue to see Ten? If they really wanted to stop you they probably could. What if you having access to him was all part of some weird plan they were putting into motion? What if they were going to use you to take down the Neos?

God, the what ifs made your skin crawl. You’d never forgive yourself if you were the reason something terrible happened to Ten and his Coven.

I should bring this up to him, you thought to yourself. He needs to be aware just in case I…get compromised.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “Even before meeting Ten I knew things weren’t as easy as good and evil. Now after spending time with him and meeting more of his Coven; well I just can’t see how anyone in the Pantheon would blindly kill without all of the facts. Except for someone like Jeremy.”

At the sound of his name you friend rolled her eyes. “God he’s such a slimy dickhead. He’s been telling everyone you’re a vampire’s whore, and that you can’t be trusted. Someone should set him on fire.”

Hearing that didn’t surprise you in the least. Jeremy had always had something against you since the moment you first met. “If I was a vampire’s whore he’s the idiot insulting me when I could just have my hot vampire boyfriend to rip his throat out.”

Elizabeth giggled. “With Ten though…he doesn’t like, scare you? Master vampires are no joke. He did nearly kill you when you first met.”

“I haven’t forgotten that but I did forgive him. He didn’t have all of the information and in his shoes I might have reacted the same way. As for scaring me, no. I feel a lot of things when I’m around Ten but fear isn’t one of them.”

“Fair enough.” Sighing, she glanced to her watch and stood. “I’ve got sword practice with Sam but I wanna hear all about your date when you get back! Later!”

You waved goodbye to Elizabeth and turned back to your reflection, making sure that you looked good. Not that Ten would care. The last time you’d parted ways—two nights ago—you’d been covered in demon ichor and he’d thought it was fucking hilarious. If he didn’t have the most adorable laugh known to man you probably would have punched him in the stomach for laughing at you. As it were you’d just let him walk you home and then spent the rest of the night after your shower texting with him. Your relationship could be so normal…

Which was odd because it felt like it shouldn’t be so easy. Like the world should be trying to tear you both asunder for even daring to exist in the same space. The Neos were fine with you though Ten admitted a few had voiced their concerns about the Pantheon as a whole. About them retaliating if things went sour. Naturally that made sense to you. However, what didn’t make any sense what so ever was what a big deal it wasn’t to the rest of the supernatural community. The Elders used to say playing favorites would cause strife so it was best to be emotionally distant to all. Just do your duty and walk away. Meanwhile Ten was helping you put down monsters left and right, and no one was batting an eyelash.

Except for Elder Cross.

You couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was about to happen. To be honest it scared the hell out of you.

Exhaling deeply, you grabbed your jacket from the back of your chair and slipped it on. Making sure that your phone was tucked into your pocket, you left your room and jogged down the stairs. Several people watched you go and proclaimed to each other that you were off to meet “that vampire” but you ignored them, keeping your head held high. Their opinion didn’t matter, not when you still did your job like a freaking bad ass.

You threw a peace sign to Damien as he grinned at you and were stepping out the open front doors when a body was suddenly blocking your way. You drew up short and frowned. “Move.”

Jeremy smirked, folding his arms over his chest. “Where ya going, Y/N? Off to meet your vampire?”

You glared at him. “That is really none of your business. Move.”

He snickered, raising his voice a little so that the others could hear. “So how does that work anyway? Does he suck you or do you suck him? Must be gross as hell; cold ass vampire cock in your mouth. Disgraceful. He should be put down for even thinking he can associate with Demios. Tainting our good name like this. And you letting him? Ugh.”

The tingle started at the base of your spine and slowly worked its way up to the back of your neck. Your left eye twitched, the lamps in the room flickering just a little. Truthfully you weren’t even that irritated but apparently your powers had other ideas. “Spend much time thinking about his cock? I’m sure if you asked nicely he might show it to you so you can see what you’re lacking.”

Jeremy growled and infiltrated your space, looming over you in a way solely meant to intimidate. “What the fuck did you say to me?”

Funny enough you weren’t intimidated by him at all. “I said if you don’t fucking move out of my way I’ll set your ass on fire like a burnt campfire smore.”

Whatever Jeremy was going to say died on his tongue by the look on your face. He played it off as if you weren’t worth it—even saying as much—before roughly pushing you aside so that he could step farther into the manor. You huffed and continued on your way, but not before catching sight of your reflection in the crystal clear glass of the ornate doors. Your normally dark eyes were glowing white from the iris to the sclera. You looked like freaking Raiden.

“Huh. That’s new.” Swallowing thickly, you ignored it the best you could and hurried on your way. Hopefully they would be back to normal in a little bit.

Yet as you ran down the driveway and through the baroque gates, you couldn’t help but wonder what the fuck was happening to you. It was a thought that niggled you until you were at your and Ten’s meeting place; standing under the bright yellow streetlight and listening to its hum. Sometimes, though especially lately, you’d felt like your body was pulling itself out of a fog you hadn’t even known you were in.

About fifteen minutes later a black 1969 Camaro pulled up, the windows down with music drifting from inside. Ten smiled at you from behind the wheel. “Hello baby.”

You flushed and climbed into the passenger seat, gazing at him with a smile of your own. Slicked back black hair, pink lips and several buttons of his stripped shirt unbuttoned to show off his gold necklaces; he made your heart skip a few beats. And he knew it.

“Hey.” Before you could talk yourself out of it you leaned forward and kissed him, threading your fingers into his soft hair. He hummed and kissed you back, mouth cool and tasting of expensive red wine. Three seconds in his space and already your head was filled with him, making everything cloudy and dreamy around the edges. His kisses were like magic, drawing soft moans out of you almost against your will. You needed to get closer to him, always closer. “Ten…”

“Hm?” His head dipped and he licked over your pulse point. “Do you need something from me, baby?”

Possibly? Everything. “Take me somewhere private. Please. I just—I need—this isn’t enough.”

Ten grinned and returned his attention to the road. “Of course.”

The car shot forward with a roar and you flopped back to your seat, smoothing a hand across your face. “Shit. There—there was stuff I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Okay.” He shifted gears and it shouldn’t have been sexy but it was. “What’s up?”

Shifting to face him, you rested your head to the headrest and chewed on the inside of your check. Ten was in his tight jeans; he looked more like a college student than a Master vampire but that didn’t matter to you. Vampire, student, elf—you didn’t care anymore. It was him that shook you up like a fizzy bottle constantly on the verge of exploding.

Feeling your eyes on him, he smirked but didn’t look over. “Y/N? Are you okay?”

You kinda weren’t sure. Before getting in his car you would have said yes but now… “I’m…keyed up. My powers had an incident because Jeremy is a piece of shit. And it’s possible I’m also a little stressed out and worried that the Elders are using me to trap you. Otherwise why haven’t they made me stop seeing you? I know they’re not okay with it. If they really wanted to they could make me somehow.”

Ten blinked slowly. “What…type of incident?”

Flexing your fingers, you drew a ball of energy into your palm. It was noticeably brighter. “My eyes glowed. They’ve never did that before. He said…you should be put down for seeing me. It didn’t even make me that mad but…”

“Maybe you’re leveling up. After what you did at the train yard I wouldn’t be surprised. Have you been doing anything differently?”

“Besides kissing you?”

“Yes, besides that.”

“Heh um, not really. I’m just…happy. Being with you makes me happy. So I don’t focus on always being in control. That sounds kinda dangerous I guess…”

“Happiness is a powerful emotion. Perhaps it is helping you unlock your true potential somehow.”

Squeezing the energy ball until it popped and webbed between your spread fingers like a sparkling spider’s web, you thought about your skills and how usually when you used them they were destroying something. Evil and the like. You’d honestly never considered they could be anything more or that being more carefree with them would cause them to manifest differently. Carefully you reached out and brushed your fingers along Ten’s neck, watching as his veins lit up bright white. Like you were a generator slowly feeding him power. He cursed and his hands tightened on the wheel so hard you hear a tiny crack.

“Did that hurt?” You asked innocently.

Ten licked his lips. “No. It felt…let’s just say if you do it during a more intimate moment I’d be fine with it.”

Giggling, you idly glanced at the scenery flying by. “Ten, if the Elders ever try to use me or my safety to get you to do something, please don’t give in to their demands. I’d like to say they won’t but everything is changing.”

He reached over and squeezed your thigh. “Do they know about you saving me?”

Oh did they. Though Ten had expressly told his Coven not to mention your involvement, word got out about his epic battle with Tobias. From what you’d heard he’d arrived back at the manor that night and managed to slip upstairs to dress before anyone even knew he was there. And then he’d waltzed downstairs like a boss much to Tobias’ surprise, practically vibrating with uncontrolled power. He’d absolutely destroyed Tobias and his leftover assholes, not to mention an entire wing of his mansion. Now that wouldn’t be odd—he’s a Master vampire and they were strong—but rumors began to swirl about him being near death beforehand. About being saved by an unlikely ally.

Since werewolves and vampires tended to not get along, and fairies didn’t give a shit about anything that wasn’t having a good time, people started to wonder and check names off a list. Since you were already known to be kicking it with Ten, well, dots were connected. Although Elder Cross had not brought the matter up with you face to face, he’d voiced his extreme displeasure with any Demios getting involved in supernatural business. He’d also offhandedly remarked that if it ever came down to picking a side, every Demios must stand with their brothers and sisters unless they wanted to be lashed. You weren’t sure if it was possible to have your abilities taken away but you knew you didn’t want to find out.

“They suspect I had something to do with it. Simple process of elimination,” you replied with a huff. “I—fuck I don’t want to have to pick a side. Not that I could hurt you even if I had to. I might be leveling up but you’d be the final boss.”

Ten merged the car into the right lane and then turned, heading down a dark road where the streetlights tapered off quite quickly. “It’ll never come to that. I’d take the Coven and leave the city before it did. But look I understand why you’re concerned and we’ll monitor the situation. I have spies in your organization so if things start getting loud, I’ll know before they boil out of control.”

You hated the thought of Ten and the others being forced to leave because of you. This was their home just as much as yours. Maybe more so if they were around first. “Sh—should we stop seeing each other?” The words hurt to say aloud but you felt they were necessary. “I don’t want to but if it would solve any future problems...”

“Bold of you to assume I could stay away from you,” Ten muttered. “Especially after all that we’ve been through. No, we’ll be vigilant and everything will be okay. Now…” He veered off the road after a few minutes to follow a dirt path that disappeared through a cropping of droopy trees. Cutting the engine after getting deeper in, he grinned. “Let’s ignore our problems and have some fun.”

You arched a brow. “What did you have in mind?”

“You asked me to take you somewhere private so here we are. I thought maybe we could play a game to help get you out of your head.” His slender fingers dragged through your hair. “Yes?”

His touch calmed you and you found yourself nodding to his silly idea. “What type of game? I show you mine and you show me yours?”

Ten snickered. “Well I’ve already seen yours.” He wet his lips with the tip of his pink tongue and you suppressed a shiver. “But after we finish playing I’d be totally willing to see it again if you want.”

Sometimes you really wanted to hit him. Clearing your throat, you opened your door and climbed out of the car. “Geeze Ten, if you wanted to eat me out again all you had to do was say please. I’d suffer through it.”

Ten laughed and slipped out as well, strolling around to stand in front of the vehicle’s bright lights. “Oh sure, suffer. Let’s play hide and seek. If you find me I’ll do whatever you ask me to do, whether that be taking point on your next hunts or something more…physical.”

“And if I don’t find you?”

“If you don’t find me…” He strolled up to you and smoothed his thumb across your full bottom lip. “I get to put you on your knees so you can show me what this pretty little mouth can do.”

The images that flashed through your head had you gasping, your face suddenly flaming hot. You’d never gone down on anyone before—had never really thought about it to be honest—yet now it was all you could picture. Ten stunning and panting leaning back against the hood of the car, Ten’s long fingers tangled in your thick hair, Ten guiding his dick between your lips… How would it feel? How would he taste? How much could you take in?

“Alright,” you said breathlessly.

Satisfied, Ten kissed your cheek. “Good kitten.” With a wink, he disappeared into the woods.

You took off your jacket and tossed it into the backseat, heart thudding in your chest. Technically you were aware that even with your skills, Ten still had the upper hand. His reflexes alone were way better than yours; he could be there one minute and gone the next. Now that the idea was in your head, you really wanted to suck Ten off but you also kinda wanted to win simply because it was unexpected. There was no reason you couldn’t do both…right?

Making your way past the towering trees, you blinked as your eyes adjusted to the darkness and the sliver of moonlight from behind the heavy clouds. You could sense Ten somewhere but that was like saying you knew there were birds snuggled up on their branches. It was possible he could cloak himself. Stepping over a fat raccoon that dared you to make a move, you moved deeper into the woods until the only thing you could hear clearly was your own breathing.

The night was calm and the forest indolent with low nighttime sounds. You dug down into your boot and pulled out a small knife, gripping the ruby covered hilt lazily. Glancing around, you slashed open your palm with a wince and watched the bright red blood bubble up to the surface. A few drops trickled down your fingers and fell silently to the ground as a metallic smell filled the air.

Humming, you started walking again with no real direction in mind. Although you didn’t hear any footsteps behind you, you could feel that you were being followed. However, when you jerked around there was no one there.

“You shouldn’t play with your food, Ten!” You shouted giddily. “If this is how you treat your marks it’s a wonder you ever get anything to eat.”

“You’re more special than a mark.” Ten’s voice seemed to come from all around you. “Not to mention you’re not playing fair.”

You knew that and it made you smirk. “Hey a game is a game, and maybe this will teach you not to underestimate me.”

“What makes you think I underestimate you?” He questioned. “I know what you’re capable of. And with this stunt I have discovered there is also a bit of asshole in you.”

Laughing, you turned in a slow circle and looked up into the trees. “Takes one to know one. I’m curious though; why can’t I sense you directly like other vampires?”

Something hit you on the head and when you glanced down, you saw an acorn. Did he really just throw that at you?

“I learned how to shroud myself from Demios a long time ago,” he explained in delight. “Usually I am completely undetectable but as with most things, you can do the impossible.”

“I’m awesome that way.” You scrunched up your nose. “I hope there aren’t any monsters lurking out there tonight otherwise you might have some competition in the eating me department. I guess I might still be pretty with no head.”

Ten threw more acorns at you. “We’re alone.”

That was good to know. “Eh just as well. Besides I’m sure I’m not that irresistible anyway. Why go for me when there is a raccoon a few yards back?”

He snorted. “You have no idea, Y/N. And it’s not just your blood, it’s you. All of you.”

You kicked a rock off into the distance but his words warmed your heart. “Ten. Come here.”

A gust of wind tickled the back of your neck as strong arms winded around your waist, holding you tight. Soft lips kissed the side of your throat and you sighed, leaning back. “Looks like I found you,” you teased lightly.

Ten clasped your wrist and brought your bloody fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean one by one. Any other time you would have been repulsed by such a show, but with him it was just…well it just was. He licked your palm and you watched his red eyes roll back into his head with pleasure, cheeks rosy pink. Only he could make drinking blood look sexy.

Purring happily, he nicked his thumb with his fang, letting a few drops of his own blood drip into your cut. It healed instantly. “You shouldn’t hurt yourself to get my undivided attention,” he chastised. “You already have it anyway.”

You shrugged, nuzzling at the underside of his jaw. “I heal pretty quick. Not that quick but decently enough. Anyway I won! And for my prize…I’d still very much like to get on my knees for you.”

Ten bit at your neck hard enough to leave a mark and pushed you up against the nearest tree trunk. You yelped in surprise more than anything else before reeling him in, kissing him like nothing else mattered. At the moment nothing else did. All you wanted to do was lose yourself in his intoxicating aura. Sink deep beneath the waves of his hands creeping under your shirt, nimble fingers pushing aside your bra so that he could lightly twist your nipples. You arched to him and moaned against his mouth, your own hands dropping to his waist and then lower. He was already hard, straining against the denim of his dark jeans.

Pulling back so that he could see your face, he smiled. “My gorgeous baby,” he cooed at you. “So pretty.” He put a hand on your shoulder and gently pushed. “Down.”

Swallowing thickly, you slowly sunk to your knees in front of him, pulse jumping so fast you were shocked you weren’t dizzy. You gazed up at Ten like you were asking for absolution, eyes wide and sparkling. About to plead to him to cure you of all your sins, fears and misdeeds. God he was magnificent; staring down at you with warm brown eyes even as he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his zipper. At the first flash of his smooth stomach you tipped forward and kissed it, compelled to taste whatever part of him that you could.

“Y/N…” Ten bit his lip, one hand braced on the tree above you. With the other he affectionately cupped your chin. “Are you sure? Do you want it?”

You didn’t trust your voice so you just nodded.

He hummed. “Open for me.”

And you did.

Ten’s cock was a heavy, hot thing on your tongue and you’d assume it would feel weird but it didn’t. You’d never idly thought about sucking dick before but now that his was in your mouth, all you wanted was to fall into the taste of him. All you wanted was to be so good that he remembered you long after you were gone. Grabbing his slender hips, you shut your mind off—you’re doing this, can you believe you’re doing this!?—and gave yourself over to that primal part of you that resided deep inside. Even though you had no real idea what you were doing, that part knew.

That part whispered to bob your head up and down. That part told you to lick the crown and slide your tongue over the leaking slit—look how he likes it, how he shudders at the mercy of your mouth. That part told you to sink down as far as you could, to hum and lick the underside and match the rhythm he was building as he pushed in and out of your mouth. Ten wasn’t the type to try to choke you or hold you down; his hand in your hair simply guided you as you slowly took him apart.

“Fuck. Fuck,” he groaned leaning over you just a bit, slipping deeper.

You sighed and wrapped your fingers around him, focusing on sucking his fat pink cock head as your hand stroked up and down his slick shaft. Your eyes drifted up to his perfect face, your ears picking up every moan and whimper and curse that flowed from his perfect lips. You’d never seen someone look so goddamn beautiful in your entire life. The image he painted before you made you hot and wet, and before you’d even really processed what you were doing, your fingers had tripped down the front of your jeans and into your panties.

Ten shuddered at the sight and that was all the warning you got before he was coming, squirting across your tongue and then your hand as you leaned back with a gasp. Was it possible for a person to be mouthwatering? To want to devour them because they tasted so good? Ten’s hips stuttered with the force of his orgasm and you kept stroking him, wrapping your lips back around his dripping crown, sucking obediently until his legs were shaking.

“Jesus, fuck me...” Ten pulled away from you and slumped back against the tree, skin flushed and sweet.

You licked your lips, mouth tingling. “Was—was that good?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He chuckled lazily and tucked himself back into his pants. “That was amazing.”

Pleased, you wiped your hand on a bunch of bushes before standing on stiff legs and stretching. “Yeah but…practice makes perfect.”

He smirked. “That is true.”

Suddenly shy, you laughed and turned away from him. “Anyway, we should go patrol or something.”

Ten combed his fingers through his hair in a way that could prove dangerous to your heart in the future. “We could do that, yes. Or I could put you on the hood of my car and tongue fuck you until you’re stupid?”

Coughing, you choked on air and he let out that infernal yet adorable giggle. “Maybe we should do that,” you said around a wheeze. “For science.”

Ten laughed harder; expression bright and happy. “Okay. For science.”

we’re doomed, and there’s plenty for all

Stretched out on your bed the following night with your phone on speaker, you pressed your hand to your mouth harder to keep your laughter in. It wasn’t easy though; the story Ten was currently telling you was hysterical. You were supposed to meet an hour ago to hang out or, most likely, spend the rest of the night seeing who could make who come the hardest. But moments before you were about to leave the manor, Ten had texted about an issue he needed to deal with and being unable to meet up. Disappointed but understanding, you’d spend the few hours before his call sparring with Elizabeth.

“It’s not funny, Y/N!” Ten grumbled with an obvious pout. “The kitchen is ruined! That shit is never coming out of the marble countertops—I’d had them imported from Paris! And don’t even get me started on the oven. Custom made sand colored brick; it’s probably older than you are.”

You giggled. “Wait so he tried making a cake and it exploded? Cakes don’t just…explode.”

Ten snorted. “The cake was already made and for some reason, Xiaojun thought the frosting needed to be heated. And also he wanted chocolate and vanilla which sounds like a horrible abomination mixed together but that’s neither here nor there. He proceeded to mix the two in a bowl and put the bowl in one of our thousand dollar microwaves. Not realizing that the spoon had fallen in.”

The image made you snicker so hard you nearly rolled off your bed. “Oh dear. Okay I get ruining the microwave but how does that effect the whole kitchen? Or are you just being dramatic?”

“No! The microwave exploded and the flames caught the paneling and the cabinets. Meanwhile Xiaojun was too busy on fucking Youtube watching song cover videos.” Ten growled and you bit your lip. “Thankfully Mark smelled the smoke and got the fire extinguisher before the entire house was set ablaze. But not before damage was done.”

“Aww poor Tennie. His babies messed his house up,” you teased good-naturedly. “Hey look at it this way though, now you have a reason to redecorate.”

“You can be such a brat. I should spank that behavior out of you.”

Blushing, you grabbed a pillow and wedged it under your chin. “Let me guess. I’d be bare assed and you’d be bare handed?”

He chuckled. “I have a paddle if you’d prefer.” Ice hitting a glass tinkled in the background. “Putting you over my knee might be good for the both of us.”

“What if I wanted to put you over my knee?” You inquired slowly. “Between the two of us I think I’m the one who actually has chains and ropes lying around.”

“No I think those are things we both own. And hey you’re welcomed to chain me up whenever you want as long as it’s for fun.”

“What other reason would I have for chaining you up? Well besides robbing you…”

You heard Ten take a sip of whatever he’s drinking before replying, “Mm that reminds me. I guess I should start buying you nice things.”

Arching a brow, you fiddled with his ring, bringing it up to your lips. “Why? In the mood to play Sugar Daddy?”

“No,” he said honestly. “I just think you should have nice things. I want to give you pretty things because I—I care about you a lot and I enjoy spending time with you.”

Touched, you sat up and brought the phone closer to your face. “I could come over if you want. Unless you’d rather I send you sexy selfies?”

“We could do both. Send the pictures, get me hot and then come over.”

You opened your mouth to reply when an agonizing scream cut through the otherwise quiet atmosphere. It had you jerking your head towards your closed door. “What the fuck?” Easing off your bed, you crept to the door and opened it just an inch, peering out with one eye. “What was—”

“No! No, no don’t—!”

“Y/N?” There was concern in Ten’s voice. “What was that? What’s happening?”

“I—”

Directly under you from the dining room a crash sounded; glass breaking and you just knew it was the lovely cabinets that sat over in the corner. Between one minute and the next someone was thrown clean over the long table in the foyer, their face bloody and broken. A gang quickly surrounded them and to your horror you recognized the people now hitting them over and over. They were your people. They were Demios.

“Y/N!”

“Ten something’s happening,” you whispered as you quickly pulled on your boots. “Demios are attacking each other. I gotta—”

Your door was flung open so roughly that it banged back against the wall hard enough to crack the wood. Riley—someone you’d never had issues with before—swung at you with a fucking broad axe and you yelped, electricity jolting from your fingers before you could even grasp what was going on. A bright bolt hit him square in the chest and he crumbled to the floor with a low thud.

Phone forgotten on the floor where you’d dropped it, you hurried out into the hall to find a war raging from all angles. Demios against Demios. Learner against Sangre Pura to be more precise.

What the fuck!? You’d known things could get strained between the two because some Pura could be elitist assholes and some Learners could be jealous dickheads, but you’d never in a million years thought it would come to this. A goddamn civil war in the manor you all called home! And by the look of things Learners were not playing around. They were playing for keeps; killing people they’d called friends just yesterday!

You didn’t want to hurt people but also weren’t about to let anyone kill you either.

Exhaling deeply, you yanked down two daggers that had been mounted on the wall and leapt over the bannister to the ground floor. You landed easily and just in time to save Sam from being choked to death by his partner, Marco. From this level you could tell there was fighting in every room; the sounds of screaming and things being broken echoing all around you like voices from the void. Pools of blood had already been made with other bright red swaths staining the walls and carpet.

With Marco struggling to get up from where you’d kicked him, Sam created a sharp pointed icicle in one hand and hurled it with so much force that it speared through Marco’s chest and out his back, pinning him to the floor. His eyes met yours and you nodded; you’d both do what you had to do to survive.

Sam headed towards the kitchen and you dashed into the library, ducking as a knife sailed towards your head. You picked up a glass bowl of fruit and tossed it at whomever had tried to hit you, sliding under a table to take out their legs. It was a girl with red hair and as she fell, her temple cracked on the wooden bar, knocking her out cold. A loud rumbling sounded and you watched as a large sink hole opened up near one of the bookshelves, sucking everything down into the earth. You scrambled to your feet and clamored up a thin ladder for those hard to reach books, leaping over the green couch and tumbling into the hallway. Someone screamed behind you—guess they didn’t know the extent of their own powers.

It was then you saw him however; pinned to the wall with a thick spear sticking out of his gut. Elder Cross. He hung limply, eyes still open yet staring at nothing. A few yards away were several other Elders, some missing limbs and one with his skull completely caved in.

Well, shit.

“Stop! Ge—get off me!”

“Elizabeth?” You took off in the direction her voice came to find her being driven backwards by some guy—Matt you think his name was—as he battered at her with a heavy great sword. Wasting no time, you flung your dagger at him, catching him in the back of his neck. He gurgled and Elizabeth ripped the sword from his hand, lopping his head clean off.

“Christ!” She shrieked in a panic. “What is happening?! What the fuck is happening?!”

You ran over to her and hugged her. “You have to save as many people as you can and get the hell out of here! Get somewhere safe!”

Her blue eyes were wild with fear. “But where is safe? Ah! No!”

Whipping around to see what she was pointing at, you frowned as Damien sprinted over to you both. “Hey hey, no! I’m not—this is all Jeremy and his lackies! I’m not gonna kill my friends!”

He didn’t have a weapon and when you squinted at him, you could tell he was telling the truth. “Both of you need to haul ass then. Once the other Learners see you’re not playing by the new rules, they’ll probably turn on you too. Sam went towards the kitchen. Go! I’m right behind you!”

Damien grabbed Elizabeth’s hand and they dashed towards the kitchen, dodging small groups of people still fighting and striking down each other. You turned to follow when a scream caught your attention. Keisha—who was no more than fifteen—was cowering in a corner as some asshole tried to bring the ceiling down on top of her. You skidded up behind her attacker and slit his throat, your hands becoming sticky and wet with blood.

“Yo—you helped me,” she cried in surprise. “But you’re a blood pure.”

“Head towards the kitchen and find Damien and Elizabeth,” you told her. “They’ll help you get out and keep you safe.”

She darted that way with a sniffle, shoes slipping on bits and pieces of flesh.

The next few events happened so quick you barely had time to breathe. Someone latched onto your hair from behind and slammed your head into the wall with so much force that several picture frames clattered to the floor. You saw stars and were flung into the living room by the fire place, nearly smashing your nose on the bricks. You were then jerked to your feet and shoved against the mantle, gasping as something sharp punched into your gut. Looking down, you saw a six-inch bladed knife sticking out of your stomach.

And holding onto the hilt with a manic grin was Jeremy.

“Man this feels good!” He shouted, twisting the blade slowly. “Finally. Seriously you don’t know how long I’ve wanted this. How long I've wanted to fuck you up!”

The pain was excruciating and your eyes teared up without your consent. “I—I should have known it—it was you.”

He chuckled. “Heh too busy getting dicked down by a vampire. But look at you now. The great thunderstorm Pura.” He sneered and leaned closer, rubbing his nose along your cheek. “You’re nothing. You and all those other assholes thinking you were so special because you were born with powers. I told the others we could take you. I told them we could clean house and rule if we wanted to.”

“And the Elders?”

Jeremy made a face. “Who needs ‘em? Elder Cross has always played favorites anyway. Letting you run around with a vamp. Letting Sam stay out all night. All because of your precious blood.” His eyes glanced down to where your blood was running down the front of your jeans. “Doesn’t look so precious now.”

It was getting hard to breathe; the blade feeling like fire inside of you. “This—those in charge—”

Jeremy shrugged. “If they come ask we’ll say your kind went crazy and we were forced to put you down. But I doubt they’ll care once they see how we clean up this city. Bye bye supernatural scum.” He smiled. “Too bad I can’t like inherit your powers when you die though. Controlling lightning did always look fun.”

Lifting your head to meet his mad eyes, you held a trembling hand out to the front of the fireplace. “It all starts…with a spark…”

He smelled it then; the gas you’d managed to switch on when he’d thrown you into the room. His mouth opened wide and you snapped your fingers, sending a tiny spark floating up into the air. It ignited the gas with a loud whoosh, creating a fireball that engulfed you and Jeremy, sending him hurtling back into the flat screen tv mounted onto the wall. The entire room erupted into flames and you marveled at the shimmering electric shield that buzzed around you and protected you. You’d had no idea you could even conjure such a thing.

Jeremy screamed and flailed but there was nothing he could do to put out the flames. They dragged him down and spread quick, running up the walls and bursting windows. In seconds the whole house was burning and falling apart.

Pulling the knife out took effort but you forced it, pressing a hand to the hole in your stomach afterwards. Shield still in place, you staggered back out into the foyer and to the front door, nearly collapsing onto the porch. Outside the battle was still raging on but you noticed three new faces in the fray. Ten, Johnny and Mark were putting down Learners that attacked them right and left, much to the Pura’s disbelief. Ten grabbed some guy’s neck and twisted it roughly to the side, the bones breaking through the dude’s skin as he fell to the ground. He then put his fist through another’s back and yanked, pulling the spine clean out.

“Te—Ten!”

At hearing your voice he looked at you, face full of worry and relief in equal measure. You smiled and managed to get down the steps before your legs completely gave out. You crashed to the dirt but found yourself in Ten’s arms instead, cradled gently against his chest.

“Y/N! Oh my little darling!” He pressed his hand to your bleeding wound with enough pressure to make you whimper. “Fuck! Hey, you’re gonna be okay. Who did this to you?”

You blinked slowly; things were becoming dark around the edges. “Jeremy. I set him on fire… I set it all on fire.”

Ten kissed your forehead, his pretty dark eyes brimming with tears. “Good. Saves me the trouble of doing it.” He lifted your shirt and peered at your messy stab wound. “You can’t heal this, can you?”

You shook your head. “It’s a mortal wound. Ten! Ten you have to help my friends! No—not all of them are li—like Jeremy. They’re still in dan—”

“Hey do not even fucking think for one second that you’re dying.” He lifted his wrist and sunk his fangs into it, pushing it towards your mouth. “Drink. My blood will heal you.”

“But…we’ll be bonded,” you panted. “Forever.”

“I know. Please let me save you.”

This time when he brought his wrist to your mouth you simply fastened your lips over the puncture wounds and drunk deeply. It hit your system like a bomb; you could feel it racing through your veins and merging with your cells, changing and shaping and healing you all at once. You sighed deeply and rested your head to his shoulder, warm and safe in his arms as he stood with your nestled against him.

Damien, Elizabeth, Sam and Keisha stepped up beside Ten to gaze at the manor as it crackled and crumbled in on itself, sending thick plums of black smoke into the sky. A few more Pura and a few Learners came to watch as well, everyone sporting bruises and deep scratches.

“What do we do now?” Elizabeth wiped at her wet face. “Not everyone who was with Jeremy died. Some of them got away. We—we don’t know how deep this goes.”

“It’s a civil war.” Sam folded his muscular arms across his chest, nodding as Damien put a hand on his shoulder. “When the supernatural world hears about this…”

Ten cleared his throat. “You’re welcome back at the Coven if you can behave yourselves while you get yourselves together. However, if you feel being around a bunch of vampires is too much for you…”

Elizabeth shrugged. “You helped us fight and you saved Y/N. At this point we’d be stupid to cause trouble. Not to mention there are only like eight of us and ninety-nine of you guys.”

He smirked. “Twenty-three actually. But alright then. Follow me.”

“Tae’s gonna flip his shit over this,” you heard Johnny snicker to Mark. “Should be fun.”

when it all goes up in flames, we’ll be the last ones standing

Stretched out in Ten’s gigantic bed, you stared up at the twisted iron chandelier that hung from the ceiling, watching the icicle lights sway from the central air. The thick brown curtains are drawn so you’re not sure if it’s morning or whatever, and honestly you didn’t really care. After everything you went through the previous night, doing nothing for an indiscriminate amount of time sounded perfect. Especially if it entailed the feeling of safety that layered itself over your skin.

Like most of Ten’s things his room was gorgeous, shaded in chocolate browns and soft beiges. The lamps on the beside tables were silver and carved in the shapes of angels. They matched the drawers to his dressers and ottoman. His carpet was fluffy and black. Off to the left was the en suite bathroom that housed a round Jacuzzi tub and a glass shower, the cabinets black marble with a round skylight cut into the ceiling. It was exactly the type of place you’d expect a wealthy Master vampire to own.

Biting your lip, you glanced to your right where Ten was lying beside you. He was gloriously naked and sleeping soundly, the sheet barely clinging to his small waist. He looked so…untroubled as if he didn’t have a care in the world. As if he didn’t have a house full of hunters and vampires now trying to coexist together. Most of the Neos were okay with the new arrangement—although temporary—but some had concerns. Others immediately jumped to make your friends feel welcome, and honestly you wouldn’t be surprised to hear of perhaps something more developing. Elizabeth had always had a thing for pretty boys and now she was practically drowning in them.

With a sigh you reached over and smoothed your hand up Ten’s back, scooching closer until your bare breasts were pressed right up against him. You wrapped an arm around his waist, enjoying the softness and warmth of his skin. If someone had told you when you first met him that you’d end up here, you probably would have laughed right in their face. Nothing seemed less plausible yet life was funny that way you supposed. Without Ten, you’d have bled to death outside of your ruined home. And without you the Neo Coven would be in the hands of a madman. Maybe it was fate you met. Maybe it was the universe keeping things in order.

You lifted up onto your elbow and peeked across at Ten’s serene face, brushing strands of silky hair away from his eyes. He’s like Sleeping Beauty, you thought in amusement. Wait does that make me the Prince?

Very slowly you leaned down and kissed his perfect lips—shaped like Cupid’s bow you’d idly mused to yourself more than once. When he didn’t stir you peppered him with more kisses; to his cheeks, his chin and along his jaw. You nosed at his pulse point—which thudded exceptionally slow—and bit down hard enough to leave a bruise. He moaned softly, eyelashes fluttering. “Y/N…” he said sleepily. “It’s too early. What are you doing to me?”

“Devouring you.” You put on your best sexy voice. “You just look so delicious and helpless right now. I can’t help myself.”

Ten giggled. “Oh no. Please, be gentle!”

Grinning, you kissed him again. “No promises,” you replied as your hand snaked down between his legs. “You’ll have a good time though.”

“Ah…” He grabbed your wrist in a loose hold but made no move to pull your hand away. “Did you sleep at all?”

“I did. I actually slept pretty good,” you admitted, giving his cock a light squeeze. “I think you wore me out”

Ten snorted and rolled onto his back, hair falling all cute and floppy across his forehead. “I think we wore each other out. Is your stamina from your powers or my blood, I wonder?”

It had taken a few for Ten’s blood to kick in fully, probably because it had been focused more on healing you. However, after that was taken care of the energy washed over you like you’d had several cups of coffee. You’d wanted to move; you’d wanted to hunt down the rest of Jeremy’s gang and make them all pay. That unfortunately wasn’t an option so you’d turned your attention to…other activities.

Really falling into bed with Ten just made sense. Everything with Ten made sense. And just like the times before he’d artfully strung your body like it was a guitar, committing himself to making you make the perfect music. The Elders used to say sex was sacred and best not attempted until you were deep into your duty, and while you did think it wasn’t something to do lightly, you were happy it was something you could share for the first time with Ten. That you were with someone who respected you and wanted you to enjoy yourself.

Apparently ceiling sex was something you’d tackle later.

But the intimate sensations of him inside of you, pinning you to the mattress as he took you over and over again had completely short circuited your brain. To be that close to someone? To feel them pulse and thrust and come inside of you; it was indefinable. And powerful, realizing that your body could invoke something so primal in someone else.

You smiled at your own thoughts. “Both? Speaking of which…”

Arching a brow, Ten stretched his arms above his head, pose the very definition of surrender. “Hm?”

You shifted so that you were nearly on top of him and rested your chin just below his nipple and the tattoo around it. “We—we uh—didn’t get a chance to talk about the bond last night. I know that vampires don’t just give that much of their blood to humans unless they plan to turn them.”

“You’re not exactly human.”

“Ten.” Frowning, you bit his nipple to reprimand him.

“Ow! That hurt me.” He pouted and you sighed through your grin. “But fine. Yes the bond is—it’s not something we do lightly. It was a no brainer for me though; I couldn’t let you die. I had to save you and I don’t regret it.”

You nodded slowly. “Even though now you’re connected to me? You’ll know when I’m scared or really happy, and you’ll always be able to find me. Not to mention we have no idea how this will affect my abilities. Or yours.”

He traced a finger down the slope of your nose. “Do you mind that we’re connected on a deeper level? It could be…invasive I should think.”

Among the many, many things the Elders said was terrible forming a bond with a vampire was just behind being turned. It wasn’t common; if a vampire wanted you with them they’d just make you like them. Becoming bonded created a sort of emotional tether, allowing you to be somewhat of a beacon for said vampire. They’d be able to find you even if you were thousands of miles away. Sense your emotions and—in some extreme cases—only be able to consume your blood. Their powers also stopped being able to affect you so no more mind control or what have you.

In rare instances the human would find themselves with heightened capabilities.

Yet you weren’t concerned in the least if you were being truthful. Not for yourself anyway. “No. As strange as it sounds it’s sort of comforting. Like being a part of something bigger than myself. Kinda like when my powers first manifested but without all the bullshit. I’m more worried what it might do to you. Like you said I’m not human so…”

“If I end up being able to shoot lightning from my fingers I won’t complain,” he joked. “I’ll tell you something I have never told anyone else before. I don’t fear much these days but I’m not an idiot. I know the Pantheon has the means to destroy me if they wish. It’s one of the reasons why I—I reacted the way I did when we first met. Being connected to you offers me security just as much as it offers you.”

“Well you don’t just have me, you have the others too. My friends are loyal and you’re helping us when we have no one else.” The mansion on fire flashed behind your eyes. “Granted it’s different between you and me but still. If the High Council or whoever is in charge showed up and demanded we turn on you guys, no one would. I—I’d kill them all before I let them touch you.”

Ten’s fingers twitched and wrapped around the bottom of his fancy headboard. “That’s new. That… ire.”

You shook your head. “It’s not new. Burying my doubts about the Pantheon was something I got used to doing, but now there is no need. Elder Cross is dead and in the end, I know who was there for me. You. Had things gone a bit differently last night, Jeremy could have won and you could have been killed trying to save me. You showed up at the manor with your friends having no clue what was going on. C’mon, Ten.”

“Reminds me of a certain beautiful young woman taking on several vampires by herself, all to help an incredibly sexy and talented and totally flawless Master vampire…”

“Yeah and he’s so humble too.”

“Mmhm.”

“On the real though, I said before that you make me happy and that hasn’t changed. I’m happy to be alive and here with you.” You tugged at the necklace around your neck, his ring still clinging to the chain. “War is coming. Fuck it’s already here, and there is no one I’d rather have beside me than you. If…that’s what you want of course.”

Ten gathered you close and kissed your forehead. “Every Queen should have a King willing to fight for her. And my Coven could use a woman’s touch…”

You laughed. “Hey I am not about to play mom to a bunch of vampires that could probably be my great, great, great grandfathers. I could be the cool Aunt though.” Rubbing his chest, you lifted your head to gaze at him. “I want to break it all down, Ten. I don’t want the chance that more Elders show up trying to pull me back into their orbit. Demios are people and if they hadn’t pitted us against each other none of this might have happened. Who knows what’s going on in other cities right now? If Jeremy contacted other Learners about wiping us all out.”

He licked his lips. “Sounds like you want to destroy the Pantheon…”

Was that what you wanted? You wanted security and control of your own life. You wanted to be with Ten without fear that someone wouldn’t understand. Most of all you wanted to reach your full potential and find out what it really meant to be a demi god; to fully unleash the lightning and the thunder inside of you.

Of course not everyone would be on board with your new outlook. Some people were set in their ways and others wouldn’t want to give up their control. But perhaps those types of people had been at the head of the table for too long.

“No I—I want to remake it,” you replied breathlessly. “I want to fix this mess between pure bloods and Learners, and have a more stable system if possible. And I want us—you and me—to be so powerful that we shake the world.”

Ten appeared to think over your words before breaking into a big grin. “Alright kitten…just tell me where to begin.”

~end~

[strange-lace]

Son Adopts Father, More at 11

What up, I made a new AU, it’s called Inverted AU where everyone’s personalities are flip flopped while still having relatively the same story roles and originally was just for shenanigans but eventually got emotions, as all my AUs do. I’ll make a full post explaining it later, but here’s a little bit of how MK and Sun Wukong first met and the aftermath of that in this AU.

Enjoy!

Sun Wukong, the Monkey King, was certainly different from what MK expected, for both better and worse.

He wore robes that would fit a monk more than anything else, once bright, rich colored fabrics faded from the wear of time. Golden armor was layered over the clothing yet it didn’t take having an eye for fashion to see that they didn’t match well together. A familiar golden circlet curled around his head as if it’s always belonged there.

Strange fashion aside, the fact that Monkey King’s warm smile didn’t quite reach his tired eyes was enough to make MK decide right away.

Like Pigsy, Tang, Sandy, and Mei before him, the Monkey King… Sun Wukong was also one of MK’s.

After all, he had a habit to taking in the troubled, the broken, and the abandoned. He actively sought them out. Cared for them. Showed them how to care for themselves. Whether or not they chose to stay afterwards was no concern. As long as he knew they were going to be alright on their own without him there.

MK already knew that Sun Wukong was going to be one of the ones who stayed.

“Hello, little one. It’s a pleasure to finally get to meet you face to face.” MK only let out a slight huff as the monkey’s tail wrapped around his waist, picking him up off the ground and back to his feet without any visible effort. He thought with how much snacks he carried around in his backpack, he’d at least weigh something.

“What, you been following me? ...Now wait a hot second-” As soon as he said those words, the puzzle pieces began to click in his mind: the butterfly which he saw on Sandy’s boat and the strange bird which caused him to fall on Red Son, all with suspiciously similar colors and markings. “You have been following me!”

Wukong couldn’t help a slight chuckle at the realization on his face, restraining himself from full on belly laughing.

He was always holding himself back, nothing he wasn’t used to.

“Observant, aren’t you? Why I’d say you’re perfect, my boy.”

“What the hell are you on about, perfect for what?” He let out a squawk in surprise as he was suddenly lifted in the air by Wukong.

“Why to be my successor, of course!”

Silence. MK took in a deep breath, rubbing his temples before he finally found the words to speak.

“You know what? Fine! This is fine, considering how absolutely insane the rest of my day has been! I’ll be your successor, need to beat DBK’s ass anyway before he lays waste to the city. But on one condition.”

“And what might that be, young one?”

“You’re gonna be my dad now.” MK could see the mental equivalent of a record scratching in Wukong’s head at his demand. It was his turn to find amusement in being able to leave an immortal being far older than him floundering and confused for a good few minutes.

“I’m sorry?”

“Nah, you’re fine. I have this thing where I like to take care of people who can’t care for themselves, though Pigsy calls it ‘people collecting’ but that’s besides the point. And I can tell you’re a mess, so you’re mine now. Welcome to the family motherfucker!”

And it wasn’t long after that that MK managed to drag Wukong off the mountain he’d isolated himself on for 500 years. With his newfound mentor as well as father’s advice, MK was able to retrieve his staff back from the Demon Bull family and in the aftermath of the battle, he introduced the Monkey King to his family while he stormed the kitchen to make them a meal.

Pigsy couldn’t help the quiet chuckle at the Monkey King being left in a complete daze.

“You’ll get used to it Mr. Sun. MK certainly has that effect on people.”

He certainly wouldn’t ever forget the scrappy teenager that stomped into his shop one day, noticing he was struggling a bit in running the place by himself and essentially hired himself as an assistant cook and delivery boy. Before Pigsy knew it, MK had made himself a home above the shop and had started calling him ‘Pop’ without any hesitation.

Tang nodded in agreement, trying his best to enjoy the moment of peace from the constant onslaught of work while the city recovered from the battle.

One moment, he was struggling to juggle all his books while stopping for some dinner at this new noodle shop he was recommended by his co-workers. During one of the few moments he could slow down and speak with them, of course. The next moment, MK had wrestled the books from him, sat him down, and had a fresh bowl of noodles with a cup of warm tea ready for him somehow. Noticing his books mentioning Journey to the West, he had been roped into a conversation about the lore of Sun Wukong that lasted for hours before Tang finally noticed how much time had passed. Even though he left in a rush, Tang found himself coming back and being welcomed by MK and Pigsy with the exact same order every time.

“Yeah, he just decides he likes you and before you know it, you’re a part of his family and he’s willing to do almost anything for you,” Mei explained, still not quite used to being in the presence of someone like Sun Wukong but doing her best to be polite.

She remembered what had been a rare walk outside her home into the city became her getting lost without her phone. Her distress must have been evident because MK had literally stopped his cart right beside the road, offering her a ride to someplace with a phone.

“Note for the future, don’t accept rides from complete strangers in the city. This one time is an exception but just don’t be stupid, okay?” His words were harsh but it made Mei think of the older brothers she watched on TV, who wanted to protect their younger siblings without making it obvious they cared.

Eventually she ended up like they all do, at Pigsy’s shop with a fresh bowl of noodles in front of her. She could never get rid of MK after that.

None of them can truly. And in full honesty, they wouldn’t have it any other way.

Sun Wukong was truly starting to realize just who he had chose as his successor and was all the more convinced he made a good choice.

Hopefully his master is proud, wherever he is now.

[blanc-et-n0ir]

Team Work

(Decided to do "Writing rivals centric drabbles to feed #RIVALSTWT until the two of them lore stream again. This drabble was inspired by Naeruns' SkyWars! Techno and Manhunt!Dream AU. Day 6)

Techno raised his eyebrow at Dream, “You want me to what, again?”

“I want you to join me in a manhunt!” Dream grinned brightly. “It’ll be fun!”

“When I dropkick your ass and win?” Techno smirked, leaning back as he watched Dream splutter.

“No! I meant- I meant as a team! We could both speedrun, maybe increase the number of hunters and change some of the rules but overall it’ll be us two against the hunters! A duo speedrun!” Dream explained as he waved his hands around.

“Won’t that be unfair?” Techno tilted his head. “I’m not that good with speedrunning but I’m pretty good with fighting on the fly and adapting depending on the weapons and itinerary I have.”

“I mean-” Dream scratched the back of his neck as he shuffled on his feet, “I think we can think of something. Maybe add more hunters and stuff?”

“Did you talk about this with the rest?” Techno snorted.

“No but you’re coming with me to do it!” Dream grinned and Techno let himself get dragged but his blonde friend.

It wasn’t long before they reached the main server where Dream and his friends prepared for Manhunts. Techno snorted as he watched Dream explain his plan to his friends—watching with great amusement as the rest started to pale incredibly as they looked between Dream and him.

“No.”

“What? Why!?” Dream whined, hanging off of George’s arm as he continued to pester the brunette. Sapnap was behind Dream, shaking his head alarmingly while Bad was motioning for George to shut it down. Ant and Sam were even further from the two as they whispered between each other worriedly.

“I actually think it’s a good idea.” Techno piped up before George could say anything. Dream brightened up considerably and Techno smirked when the hunters paled. “What? You can add whoever you want on your hunter team, anyways.”

“We’d like a hundred more people then.” Sapnap crossed his arms.

“That’s stupid, Sapnap.” Dream rolled his eyes. “Come on, it’ll be fun! You can have Tommy and the others! Oh, do you think Wilbur and Phil would like to join?”

“Definitely.” Techno felt his smirk widen, his cheeks hurting at how much he was smiling. This was going to be fun. “Let’s call them over.”

“Great! I’m gonna take a week to help Techno out with some of the ropes and practice! Maybe we both can record a Manhunt together as well—the same one I did with Illumina!” Dream clapped his hands excitedly. “This should be fun!”

“It would—very fun.” Techno met the eyes of the hunters as life left it and they were dragging their feet away so they could practice. Maybe write their wills during the week they had.

A week later, Techno and Dream completely decimated the hunters and Dream had to promise not to do something like this ever again. Quackity, as the lone spectator and commentator, had laughed himself to oblivion that they had to wipe out his entire bit and just edit music and their banter into the final video.

[huebris808]

Dr. Hofnarr’s Horrible, No-Good, Very Weird 15 Years Of Being Dead.

a tribute to fanon interpretations/character study(?) that was going to be a bonus chapter in a post-canon/au comedy fic im working on! might come back to expand on this when i do start posting it (or if mpn gives him more background story lore that i’ll have to work with aoAHGHOAUGH)

happy madness day! :o)

“Where should I begin… Perhaps at the very beginning? OH! Christoff and I first met years before our Nexus days! Back in our freshman years of college, to be precise! You know, I was actually a theater major before switching to- ... A-Aah, too far back. Much too far... Let’s start from the point where the notes I supplied to you ended then, shall we? After our dissension...”

.. “Good luck, old friend...” ..

The first years on the run from Nexus was stressful to say the least. Hofnarr and Christoff had split up to better their chances of survival. He knew the process would be grueling, having talked to Christoff almost every night about it to calm his nerves. While he played calm for the cameras, Hofnarr truly wished he could have held him close one last time. No communications. No physical contact. Day after day, month after month, nothing. He would be separated from his husband for a very long time…

It wasn’t all bad after a while. He had a comfortable new apartment, went under a new alias, and his questionable new job paid him enough to buy food. His apartment even had cable! He could watch marathons of Slaughter Time whenever he got home! In hindsight, he wondered if that had an effect on his mental state at the time...

Hofnarr had taken the last of his S3LF regulator with him, having shipped them out to an undisclosed location prior to dissension. Dissonance exposure did a number on him and his research team, leaving them to track their “normality” through daily blood tests and injections. While they met their fates early on, Hofnarr had gotten lucky. That is, until the doses began to run out.

Stressful as it was, he knew what he had to do. Hofnarr rushed back to what remained of the labs, knowing it had been abandoned by now. It was ironic, he and Christoff’s work, the work that was turned against them, was the one thing keeping him alive. For days, he worked to make more doses from the materials he brought with him. But there was only so much he could do with limited supplies… Hofnarr made many attempts to prolong the inevitable, lowering his dosage amount, injecting it weekly rather than daily, but he eventually ran dry. 

Refusing to turn to darker alternatives, he felt the only thing he could do at this point is record his final findings through video logs.

“It was… interesting revisiting the footage, to put it nicely. Christoff had actually kept the video files on a drive after he originally found all my things in the lab! I barely remembered what happened back then, so I rewatched them out of curiosity.”

On the first night, Hofnarr recorded a message for Christoff. One filled with sorrow, but also with gratitude. For the time that they spent together. How special he made him feel. All the memories they made together...

On the next, he recorded a log detailing his findings during Project Nexus. The effects of dissonance, the Other Place, what it did to him and his colleagues, everything and anything he could.

The next, he reported on the progression of his symptoms. Fever, brain fog, insomnia, joint pain. He felt like his organs were melting, his skin bursting at the seams.

The next night he saw something and remembered. Scars. The scars on his head. That week he was in the staff hospital. He thought it was a dream but the scars were there. Phobos. Director Phobos brought him somewhere that week. He knew he felt off when he woke up in the office that night. He knew something was off when Christoff asked him where he was. He thought he passed out from over-working. That bastard Phobos. Nausea was replaced with rage as he began to scream, his throat becoming raw. What did he put in him? What the hell did he put inside him!?

On the last recorded log, he was face-down on the ground. Groaning as his body occasionally convulsed. Until the video feed eventually cut off.

His body would lay there dormant, dead, for fifteen years. 

But to Hofnarr, he felt like he was dreaming.

.. “LET’S GIVE IT UP FOR OUR NEXT CONTESTANT!” ..

“Huh?” The doctor sat up and looked around, the area around him pitch black. Wasn’t he sleeping just a moment ago? He got up and took a step forward in the seemingly endless void. “H-Hello? Who’s out there?”

“AWW, DON’T BE SHY NOW! ESTEEMED AUDIENCE, A BIG ROUND OF APPLAUSE FOR OUR GUEST; THE UNFORTUNATE DOCTOR HOFNARR!”

A light shined down on him from above. A crowd seemingly began to cheer all around him. He was in the center of what looked like a talk show set. Hofnarr awkwardly scratched the corner of his face. “‘Unfortunate’? W-What do you mean? W-Who are you?”

“FIGHT FIRST, ASK QUESTIONS LATER!” The voice above him called out again. “AFTER ALL, IT’S…!” Hofnarr drowned out the noise while trying to think. It sounded familiar. Like it came from…

Hofnarr’s thoughts were cut short. He looked down at his torso. Terror set in as he recognized an entire stop sign had been lodged through his chest.

“DON’T GET COLD FEET NOW! THE SHOW’S ONLY JUST BEGUN!” 

The words echoed in Hofnarr’s mind as he frantically tried to pull it out, his vision growing muddled, his hands slipping with blood until…

He blinked.

No stage. No sound. No pain.

Nothing around except for a single white door in front of him.

He stood up again, cautiously reaching for the doorknob.

When he entered he seemed to be in a vintage styled home. It was a kitchen with checkerboard flooring, a table with two chairs, and cheerful music playing through a small radio. It smelled of pastry and medical equipment. Suddenly, there was a knock coming from the door. A familiar voice called from behind it.

“I’m home, dear.” “J-Jeb?!”

Hofnarr rushed towards the front door. Christoff wasn’t trapped here too, was he? “Jeb! W-where are we!? What is this place? What happened to-”

As he opened the door, the clapping returned.

His husband was there, briefcase in hand, his face replaced with a black hole dripping with an unknown inky substance.

He slowly began to back away as “Jeb” moved closer.

The applause, the laughter, was deafening.

Before he could question or run away, Hofnarr was hit by something. His vision blurred, but refocused to be face-to-face with something. It seemed to be a shadow of himself. He tried to run again, but was pinned down by his doppelganger. The clone raised a clawed hand above him and then...

Like waking from a nightmare, Hofnarr quickly sat up once again. He gasped for air, dripping with cold sweat.

Was this really happening? Was it finally over? Was he free?

And then the spotlight focused on him again.

“It… got very surreal. Despite fight after fight, death after painful death... I would suddenly be somewhere else! There was a gameshow, our old apartment, a cat cafe, a... strip club of sorts, a tea room filled with these small armless doodles I used to draw on my research notes trying to offer me snacks… One time there was a sort of singing contest, but I won’t bore you with the details of that one. But when I wasn’t in those places, I felt like I was fighting for my life. It felt like an eternity! And the strangest part of it all? It… it became addicting.”

At first, he felt as if Hofnarr used all of his energy, physical and emotional, to fight back. It reminded him too much of his escape from Nexus. But as time went on, he focused less on escaping and more on surviving. The more he fought, the more he began to lose himself. He was anticipating what sudden whiplash of combat would be thrown at him next. He chuckled at the thought of what excitement would be heading his way. He wanted more. The fights became too slow. Too predictable. Too boring. He began toying with whatever was thrown at him. Turning his shadowy hunters into the hunted. Why let his audience watch the same old fights all the time?

Suddenly, the fighting stopped.

Why? 

He was having fun, wasn’t he? He grew impatient.

“WHAT’S THE HOLD UP!” He yelled into the void, seething with anger. “AREN’T WE SUPPOSED TO BE FIGHTING? ISN’T THAT WHAT I’M HERE FOR?!”

He stomped his foot down, lodging something out of the ground.

The stop sign.

He looked over it curiously. How familiar…

Grabbing hold of it, quick flashes of memories appeared to him.

Nexus, the Science Tower, Phobos, the Other Place… 

A man with long hair standing next to...

Hofnarr… 

Who was that? Was that him?

No…

Only Tricky remained.

Footsteps echoed throughout the halls of the abandoned lab. Heels quickly clicking, cautiously stopping every so often. A lone Nexus Core agent entered through one of the doors.

Perfect timing.

“HAY! YOU THERE!!” A voice stuttered and glitched out, reverberating through the emptiness of the lab. The quickly soldier whipped their head around. “YEAH! YOU, STUPID. PLAY WITH ME!!”

“Who’s there?” The agent pointed their magnum towards the noise. “Show yourself!”

Gladly. The cackling figure emerged from the shadows, posing with a peace-sign, causing the agent to recoil. He grinned, slowly moving towards the cowering goon on the ground. They wouldn’t stand a chance.

“Who are you!?”

They couldn’t kill him.

“FIGHT FIRST. ASK QUESTIONS LATER! AFTER ALL…” 

CAN’T KILL CLOWN.

“IT’S MURDER TIME!”

..

“My body had been there, regenerating and repeating the enmeshment process for years. And by the time I woke up, I was a completely different person. I became a creature of unfiltered impulse… A personification of chaos itself.”

The room grew silent before Hofnarr spoke up again.

“I-Is it horrible to say it was… kind of cool?” He said with a nervous chuckle, twiddling his fingers.

2BDamned was quiet for a moment. They recalled the many times they had to stitch their comrades back together due to Clown Moments. They placed their head in their palms and let out a sigh.

“... You have the right to your own opinion.”

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BONUS: songs i was listening to on loop while working on this instead of doing my damned writing assignment. Enjoy

lady gaga ft. dorian electra - replay

vestik - tricky's vengeance ft. monocronic