#Welcome home role switch AU

[xx-sketchy-xx]

This was the most brain rotting drawing I’ve ever made.

this was an ask by @catgirl41. They asked “May I ask if you can swap Wally and Frank’s roles? If you’d like you can do a horror version.”

I just didn’t want the drawing to be tiny lol

[killertoons]

Working on some more imp wally but the real question....

Is should it be the cute?

Or the s p o o k y?

[sweetvoidstuff]

Just a Normal Night: Missing you

Jungkook x Reader I Modern AU I Chance Encounter I Fluff I Romance

Summary: You and Jungkook had built something steady amidst the chaos of long-distance and fame. Though you couldn’t share your love with the world, Jungkook made sure you always felt seen, valued, and included.You held onto each other in quiet ways, making the most of every message, every stolen day, but there were nights—like this one—when the ache of missing him, of pretending, became sharp and lonely.

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Just a Normal Night

Just a Normal Night: Seoul Edition

A/N: I hurt myself with this one... Just a quick note on formatting: Bold text is used for dialogue spoken in Korean. Italic text represents internal thoughts or feelings. Normal text is used for dialogue spoken in English.

I hope this helps make things easier to follow while reading. Thanks so much for giving my story a chance!

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It had been a few months now. You and Jungkook had found a rhythm—chaotic at times, but surprisingly solid. You’d grown used to airport runs, shared calendars, and time zone math. More than anything, you’d learned how to make every moment together count.

You’d even switched jobs to make it work. Your new role allowed more flexibility—more home office days—which meant more opportunities to catch flights out to him, or better yet, to welcome him into your space. And Jungkook had started planning his travel routes with intention. No matter where he was flying—be it Tokyo, Paris, or New York—he found a way to make a stopover at your place. Even if it was just for a day or two. Sometimes he’d arrive at midnight, exhausted but smiling, and slip into bed beside you like he belonged there. Like it was the most natural thing in the world.

It wasn’t perfect. Of course not.

But it was more than you thought you’d get when you first fell for a man with a passport full of stamps and a calendar packed to the edges. What surprised you most, though, was how normal some things started to feel.

Your best friends, Pascal and Floral—your loud, protective, ride-or-dies—had long since exchanged numbers with Jungkook. They'd grilled him mercilessly, but by the end of it, Jungkook was laughing so hard he was crying. Now, they sent memes back and forth like old friends and occasionally FaceTimed him just to "make sure he was still hot." Jungkook played along with good humor, sometimes even sending photos just to mess with them.

You had group chats with some of his people too—Yoongi occasionally sent you dry one-liners about keeping Jungkook in check, while Taehyung’s voice notes were always unhinged in the best way. You didn’t see them often, but when you did, it never felt like a performance. You were part of this now, even if quietly.

Still, it wasn’t always easy. The secrecy was the hardest part.

There were no selfies online. No hand-holding in public. No sharing your favorite photos of him—at least not outside your locked folder. Not even on your photo wall. You watched from a distance as the world speculated about his life, sometimes cruelly, sometimes ridiculously, and always loudly.

And when something trended—some blurry photo, some headline about him being seen with someone else—it could hit you like a punch in the gut if you weren’t expecting it. But you usually were.

Because Jungkook made sure of it. He told you everything.

Before the rumors even started, he’d already filled you in. A potential collab with a female idol? You’d known weeks ahead. A tabloid writing nonsense about him partying? You had the real story before the article even dropped. Some out-of-context video making rounds? You’d already heard the full, boring truth from him or one of the BTS guys that filmed the video.

Jungkook wasn’t about gifts—not really, because you made him promise not to. Though he still insisted on bringing you things that made you groan and swat at him for spending too much (like the ridiculously expensive designer scarf you refused to wear outside because what if you lost it?), that wasn’t how he kept you.

He kept you by being there.

With late-night texts, sleepy voice notes, and photos from hotel rooms that always looked a little too sterile until he brought you into them—even if only over FaceTime. He kept you in the loop, in his orbit, in the spaces between the noise. And you stayed. Not just because you loved him—though you did, deeply—but because he made loving him safe, even in the shadows.

And sometimes, just sometimes, when you caught a glimpse of him looking at you—like you were the only thing grounding him to this world—you didn't care that no one else knew.

You knew. And that was enough.

But you still missed him.

No matter how well you'd both adjusted to this rhythm of time zones, shared calendars, and countdowns until the next flight, there were still nights when it hit you hard. Nights like this one—cool air brushing against your skin, the city buzzing, the distant sound of laughter from people who didn’t have to keep their love life secret.

You knew he missed you just as much. Jungkook wasn’t shy about saying it anymore. Voice notes that started with "I miss you so much…" had become a regular comfort, sometimes accompanied by a half-asleep selfie or a blurry photo of whatever city skyline he was staring at.

But neither of you could put your lives on hold. He had concerts. You had deadlines. He had fans. You had rent.

So tonight, instead of being curled up on the couch, texting or facetiming him, you were out with your friends.

Your group had grown over the past few months. It wasn’t just Pascal and Floral anymore. Tonight, Eumi had joined, along with Carmen—and Dong, who had somehow transformed from the waiter at your favorite Korean BBQ place into a staple of your group chat. He’d been charming from day one, always slipping into your conversations with gossip and impressively savage opinions about Kimchi. Over the months, he’d stayed longer after meals, accepted your invitation to a group hang, and just fit.

The six of you had started the evening at a small Italian restaurant tucked between two bookstores—a cozy spot with handwritten menus and twinkling fairy lights in mason jars. You laughed over shared plates of pasta, swapped stories from the week, and clinked glasses over how mentally cooked you all were from work.

“So,” Carmen said at one point, spearing the last mushroom ravioli and leaning her chin on her hand, “When are you finally going to get a boyfriend?” You nearly choked on your wine. “Yeah,” Dong added with a wicked grin, tilting his head. “It’s getting suspicious. All this skincare and mystery phone calls. I’m starting to think you’ve got a secret man in your walls or something.”

“Oh, absolutely,” Eumi deadpanned. “She’s probably got one locked in the basement.” Pascal, who was sitting beside you, didn’t even blink. “If she did, trust me, she’d let him out just to clean. Maybe do taxes. She’s too busy for anything else.”

You laughed with the group but sidestepped the question as you always did. “I’m just enjoying being mysterious,” you said, taking a sip of your drink with a wink. “It adds to my overall brand.”

“Mysterious and single?” Dong teased.

“Mysteriously unavailable,” Pascal said smoothly, and clinked your glass in a quiet, knowing gesture. They let it go after that. The teasing didn’t stop—but the questions did. After dinner, you all made your way to your and Pascal’s favorite karaoke bar. It wasn’t trendy or flashy. In fact, it was a little run-down—but the mic worked, the drinks were strong, and the regulars didn’t care if you couldn’t carry a tune.

You pushed through the door and were immediately hit with the warm, bassy thump of 2000s pop echoing off the walls. The lights were low and multicolored, the disco ball spinning slowly overhead like it had better days behind it. Floral was already halfway to the songbook, flipping furiously. “Okay, nobody is allowed to leave until we’ve all done at least one cursed duet.”

“Dibs on ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ with Carmen,” Pascal said, making Eumi groan.

“Only if we get to do the headbanging part properly,” Carmen said, already rolling up her sleeves.

You slid into the worn red couch, surrounded by the people who had become your safe zone. It wasn’t Jungkook’s arms. It wasn’t the weight of him leaning into you while you worked from your laptop on his hotel bed. But it was something. It was home.

And for now, that was enough.

As Pascal grabbed the mic for his first round and the opening notes of a dramatically off-key rendition of “Toxic” by Britney Spears started to blare through the speaker, you relaxed into the cushions, drink in hand, your laughter rising above the music.

Tonight, you'd sing the stress away.

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Across the world, Jungkook missed you.

He was just stepping off set after finishing his shoot for the new album concept—slicked back hair, sharp eyeliner, and a coat that looked like it belonged in some post-apocalyptic runway show. Yoongi was next up, already halfway through wardrobe, and Namjoon, still in his second look for the single concept, was heading to the makeup noonas to prep for round two.

But Jungkook wasn’t thinking about any of that. Not really. He was thinking about you.

He wished you were here. Sitting in the corner of the set with your laptop, pretending to work but really just watching him with that soft, secret smile. But this was one of those weeks—busy, mismatched schedules, deadlines for both of you—and the reality was, it just wasn’t possible to meet up this time. In a week—maybe two, max—there would be a new window. A precious stretch of four whole days that matched both your calendars, and he was holding onto that like a lifeline.

He couldn't wait.

Just as he stepped into the dressing room and reached for his phone to text you a tired selfie, a new message popped up on screen.

Pascal: Hey thought you might like a treat 🍬 (video file attached)

Jungkook’s lips curled before he even opened it. Your friends Pascal and Flora had grown close to him over the last few months. They messaged him every now and then, mostly teasing him with you, sometimes just sharing random moments from their group outings. It helped him feel connected to your life even when he couldn’t be there physically. Plus, it gave him an excuse to practice his English—although for texting, Google Translate was still his loyal sidekick.

He tapped the video.

The next three minutes of shaky camera footage had Jungkook grinning like an idiot, and within ten seconds, he was done for. His grin stretched wide. Laughter burst from his chest before he could stop it. The stress of the shoot, the fatigue pressing on his shoulders, the whirlwind of deadlines—forgotten. He watched, eyes glued to the video Pascal had sent him.

You were on screen, standing beside a Korean girl Jungkook vaguely recognized from your stories—Eumi, maybe? The two of you were in a dimly lit karaoke bar, a disco ball spinning above your heads and casting colorful speckles of light across your faces.

The two of you were mid-performance, belting out MIC Drop like your lives depended on it.

Badly. Loudly. Hilariously. Adorably.

You and your friend were giving it everything. Your choreography was a chaotic blend of real BTS moves and your own completely unhinged freestyles—wild arm swings, aggressive dabs, mic flips. You pointed dramatically on beat, lost yourself in the lyrics, and nearly dropped the mic from laughing too hard mid-line. The improvisations made Jungkook burst into breathless laughter. He cringed and cooed all at once.

You were mouthing all the lyrics—his parts too—with such exaggerated confidence that it looked like you were headlining a world tour. Eumi tried to do Jungkook’s part but gave up halfway through, handing it over to you—just as the beat dropped into Yoongi’s rap.

And you went full fan mode.

You rapped Yoongi’s lines like you were auditioning to replace him—fierce, theatrical, and way too confident for someone who tripped over the beat twice. But it only made it funnier. Somehow better. Your swagger was ridiculous. Your hand gestures had no coordination. And you didn’t care at all. The sheer joy radiating off you made Jungkook’s chest ache—in the best way.

And despite the shaky cam, he could clearly make out the proud chaos in the background.

In the background, Flora and someone else were waving rolled-up napkins like cheering batons, adding their own hype to the performance. Like they were at a concert, cheering you on like their lives depended on it. At one point, Pascal could be heard laughed so hard he wheezed, his voice barely audible, “They’re gonna break the stage, oh my God.”

Jungkook doubled over, clutching his stomach, nearly dropping his phone. He had to pause the video just to breathe. His eyes were watering from how hard he was laughing, but also… from something softer. Something warm.

“God, she’s killing it,” he mumbled, wiping a tear away and shaking his head. He couldn’t stop smiling. Couldn’t stop watching. He hit rewind, needing to see the part again where you did a dramatic spin, lost your balance, then laughed it off and did a little body roll like nothing had happened.

“Jungkookie?”

Jimin passed by in a black tank top and joggers, holding a water bottle. He paused at the sight of Jungkook hunched over, laughing like a maniac. “What are you watching?” he asked, curiously stepping behind Jungkook and leaning in.

Jungkook held the phone out without a word. Jimin leaned in. After just five seconds, he snorted. And immediately, Jimin’s expression cracked. “No way. Is that your girl?”

Jungkook just nodded, lips pressed together to keep from cracking into full-on laughter again.

“She’s destroying Yoongi’s part,” Jimin said, grinning. “Hold on—HYUNG!”

Yoongi, already halfway to the set in his stage outfit, turned slowly. “What now?”

Jimin waved him over, already laughing. “You need to see this. Jungkook’s girlfriend is coming for your position. You better step it up.”

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, skeptical, but wandered over anyway. Jungkook rewound the clip to that part and, even Yoongi couldn’t help but smirk. “She’s got guts,” he muttered, crossing his arms as he watched your overly intense delivery and dramatic mic flip. “Terrible breath control, though.”

“But better hair,” Jimin added.

“Don’t make me regret showing you this,” Jungkook said, grinning helplessly. Then you did a full-body spin, stumbled, laughed it off, and tried to save it with a half-hearted body roll—before dabbing like it was your encore. “She’s perfect,” Jungkook said without thinking, eyes still locked on the screen. His voice was soft. Full of something raw and real.

Jimin caught the tone and softened too. “She’s adorable,” he said. “Does she know her friend filmed this?”

“Definitely not.”

The three of them watched the rest of the video together, crowded around Jungkook’s phone like teenagers. And when it ended? Jungkook hit play again. Because even through grainy pixels and shaky camera work, you’d lit up the room he was in. Even from a thousand miles away. Even from a crowded dressing room in another time zone.

And it reminded him why this—you—were worth every second of distance. Every lonely flight. Every night he had to fall asleep with a phone screen instead of your voice beside him.

You were wild. You were chaotic. You were you.

And God, did he miss you. He couldn’t wait to text you. He couldn’t wait to tell you how much he loved the video. How he was now going to tease you for exactly how hard you went during his verse, how you absolutely butchered his choreo, and how he loved you even more for it. And how, next time, he wanted to see it in person.

Not through a video. But sitting beside you. Maybe even grabbing the mic himself.

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It was late when you finally got home, still humming snippets of songs you’d absolutely butchered at karaoke. Pascal and Flora had dropped you off with promises to plan the next night out soon, and now the silence of your apartment felt both comforting and oddly loud after the chaos of the bar.

You were a little tipsy—just enough to feel warm and relaxed from the couple of drinks you’d had, but still steady on your feet. As you kicked off your shoes, you glanced at the clock and groaned.

Time zone math. Ugh. What was it where Jungkook was? Morning? Afternoon? Late evening?

You flopped down on your couch, pulling out your phone. You hadn’t heard from him much today, but you knew he should still be busy on set. Just in case, you thumbed out a short message:

You: Still awake?

You were already half-preparing to open one of the goodnight voice messages he’d sent you the night before—a soothing backup plan when he was too busy to answer. But before you could even close your messaging app, your phone lit up.

Not a text. Not a FaceTime. A regular call.

You blinked, surprised. Jungkook’s name lit up your screen, and your heart jumped. You answered quickly, pressing the phone to your ear with a sleepy smile. “Hey.”

“Hey, you,” came his voice, low and warm in your ear. “Didn’t think I’d get to hear from you tonight.”

Your smile deepened. “Didn’t think I’d get to talk to you tonight. I figured you’d be busy until tomorrow.”

“We just wrapped up shooting a bit ago. Got a little break before dinner and a live later with Jimin,” he explained. You could hear the faint background murmur of staff and maybe some crew members talking, but his attention was fully on you. “So, your message came at the perfect time.”

You let out a little laugh. “Lucky me.”

“You sound…” he paused, amused. “Tipsy?”

“Just a little,” you admitted, laughing again. “We went to that karaoke place near Eumi’s neighborhood. I may or may not have screamed my way through half the BTS discography.”

“Oh no.” Jungkook chuckled, the sound deep and fond. “Was it fun?”

“The most fun I’ve had in weeks,” you said, stretching your legs out on the couch. “I think Pascal filmed some of it, actually. I’m terrified to see what he got.”

Jungkook hummed noncommittally. “Yeah? I bet it was cute.”

“Cute? Please. It was chaotic—catastrophic. I almost fell off the little stage. Eumi forgot half the words and tried to give me her part—like I could pull that off. I think Flora even brock a mic. We all nearly cried from laughing.” There was a small beat of silence on the line before Jungkook said, a little too smoothly, “Did you fall off the stage before or after the body roll?”

You froze. Your eyes narrowed. “…Wait. How do you know about the body roll?”

His laughter burst through the speaker. “Pascal might’ve sent me a little something earlier.”

“Oh my God.” You groaned, burying your face in a cushion. “He didn’t!”

“He did.” Jungkook was grinning—you could hear it. “And honestly? Best thing I’ve seen all day. I think you nearly made Yoongi cry.”

“Jungkook!”

“You were amazing,” he teased gently. “Questionable dance choices—but amazing.”

“I'm never speaking to Pascal again.”

“You’re lying.”

“Okay… I might yell at him a little first and then forgive him. But still.” You laughed despite your embarrassment, cheeks warming. “That’s blackmail material.”

“Nope. That’s wallpaper material,” Jungkook said softly. “You have no idea how much I needed that laugh today.” The teasing faded into something softer between you—his voice warm in your ear, his laughter still echoing in your chest. You curled up tighter on the couch, letting the quiet stretch for a moment.

Then, lightly, you said, “Dong’s been on his matchmaking kick again.” Jungkook let out a soft sound of confusion. “Matchmaking?”

“Yeah. After the second round of drinks, he started again asking why I’m still single.” You laughed under your breath, eyes on the ceiling. “He’s been convinced I need a boyfriend for weeks.” There was a pause. Then a low, amused hum. “Dong… he’s the one with the green hair, right?”

“Mhm. Nice guy, kind of like a human golden retriever, but relentless.”

“Hmm,” Jungkook said again, slower this time. “You think he’s into you?”

You snorted. “I don’t think so. I mean—maybe? But it’s more like… he thinks I need someone to take care of me. Like I’m out here tragically pining or something.”

“Well,” Jungkook said, mock-affronted, “I am taking care of you.”

You grinned. “I know. You’re doing a great job, too.” There was a beat of silence, and then Jungkook asked, more seriously, “What did you tell him?”

You hesitated, fingers picking at the edge of a cushion. “That I’m fine. That I’m not looking.”

“Not looking?” he echoed.

“I mean… I can’t tell anyone I already have a boyfriend,” you said quietly. “Except Pascal and Flora?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook said, his voice softer now.

“Pascal’s a good buffer,” you added. “He steps in whenever Dong starts getting too nosy, changes the subject, or drags me off to get more snacks or something. Flora too, if he catches on. But it’s still weird not being able to say anything.” You could hear the way Jungkook’s breathing shifted, the heaviness of his silence weighing between you like a held breath.

“I hate that I can’t tell anyone you’re mine,” he murmured, his words laced with quiet frustration. “That I can’t tell the guys hitting on you to back off. Can’t post about you, or even hold your hand in public.” He sighed. “But I really appreciate you being honest with me about it all.”

You pressed your cheek against the couch cushion, trying to keep your voice steady. “Of course I am.”

“I miss you more in moments like this,” he said softly. “When I know someone else might be seeing you smile, hearing you laugh, and I can't be there. I want to kiss you even more when it feels like I shouldn’t.”

“I miss you,” you admitted, your voice low. Jungkook’s voice dropped an octave, losing all its teasing lilt—suddenly quieter, more intimate. “How much do you miss me?” The way he said it sent a flicker of heat down your spine. Your breath hitched, and you felt your fingers curl tighter around your phone.

“A lot, Jungkook,” you whispered. There was a pause on his end, followed by a subtle, gravelly hum that made your chest ache. Just then, you heard the faint click of a door in the background on his end—maybe someone entering, or him slipping into a quieter space. When he spoke again, his voice was different. Focused. Steady. All the playful teasing from earlier was gone.

“What do you miss the most?” he asked. You smiled into the quiet, feeling your chest tighten at the sincerity in his voice. You didn’t rush to answer, letting the moment stretch.

“Bam,” you said eventually, with a soft teasing note. There was a beat of silence—then Jungkook groaned dramatically, laughing under his breath. “I’m trying to be sexy here. Work with me.”

You laughed too, your mood lighter already. “I thought you had a live you needed to go to?”

“I do,” he said, sighing again—but this time it was reluctant. “Just later. I want… to take care of you. If you want to stay up with me a little longer?” You closed your eyes, heart soft and full. “Yeah. I do.” You hesitated, chewing on your lip. “I… I’m just not sure how the phone thing works. Like… I don’t want to mess anything up.” You laughed a little, sheepish. “God, that sounds dumb.”

“It doesn’t,” he said instantly, gentle and reassuring. “I went to my room. I’m alone now—door’s locked. I’ve got time. If you want to try, I’ll talk you through it.”

You nodded, a small, automatic movement before you remembered he couldn’t see you. “Okay,” you said quietly, breath catching just a little. “Yeah. I want to.”

There was a pause on his end—then the sound he made was low, husky, full of quiet anticipation. It wasn’t overt, but it was heavy with promise, a kind of intimacy you could feel down your spine. It told you he was ready to be patient. Ready to match your pace.

You heard the soft rustle of sheets as he shifted, the faint creak of his mattress, the muffled thump of something—maybe his hoodie hitting the floor. The normal sounds of him settling in, suddenly layered with something new.

“You’re okay,” he said after a beat, and there was something so grounding in his tone, like he was reminding you this wasn’t a performance. “It’s just me. Just us.” Your breath shook as you inhaled. “I know. I just… haven’t done this.” Jungkook exhaled slowly, the sound barely caught by the mic. “I got you.”

You could tell he meant it. Then, quietly—like a secret slipping between the cracks of the night—he said, “You don’t have to worry about a thing, okay? I’ll take care of you.” The certainty in his voice made your breath catch. There was no hesitation, no doubt—just calm, grounded confidence that wrapped around you like a blanket. “We’ll go slow,” Jungkook continued, his tone gentle but sure. “I’ll lead. You just breathe and stay with me. That’s all you need to do.” A lump formed in your throat, full of quiet vulnerability and something deeper—trust, maybe. Or the need to give it to someone who wouldn’t drop it.

“Okay,” you whispered, your voice small and honest. “I trust you.” He breathed your name in return, soft and reverent, a kind of vow that settled over your chest like warm sunlight breaking through a winter windowpane.

“Good,” he said, his voice dipping slightly, more velvet than sound. Then you heard it again—faint shuffling, the sound of him shifting, settling, waiting for you. The night felt still and pulsing all at once, strung tight between your phone and his voice.

“Are you lying down somewhere comfortable?”, his voice soft but edged with quiet intent. You shifted slightly, the cushions beneath you creaking. “I’m still on the couch,” you admitted, glancing down at yourself. “I… I didn’t even change. I messaged you right after I kicked off my shoes at the door.” There was a short beat of silence on the line before he let out a low, affectionate sound—half laugh, half coo. “You needed to hear me that badly, huh?” Your cheeks warmed, but you smiled. “Yeah.”

“I love that,” he said quietly, and something about his voice made your chest tighten. “But that won’t do. I want you comfortable. That means going to your bedroom.” You bit your lip, nodding even though he couldn’t see it. “O-okay,” you murmured, pushing yourself up. “And out of those pants,” he added gently. “I want you to really relax. Can you do that for me?”

Your breath caught for a second. There was nothing crude in the way he said it—just warmth, intention, care. Still, you felt a shy blush bloom across your face. “Okay,” you whispered, voice nearly inaudible as you made your way toward the bedroom.

He didn’t rush you. You could hear him waiting, the faint sound of his breathing and maybe the quiet rustle of fabric on his end. It grounded you. “I’m in my room,” you said softly, kicking the door closed behind you with your heel. You reached for the button of your jeans, fingers fumbling slightly. “I… I took off my pants.”

There was a quiet hum on the other end of the line. Jungkook’s tone dipped lower, warm and full of approval. “Good girl,” he said. “Tell me what you are doing.” You swallowed, heart fluttering in your throat. “I’m in front of my bed. Just… just in my top, bra, and panties now.” A beat passed. His breath hitched softly. “You did good,” he murmured, voice like velvet. “Now lie down. I want you warm and relaxed.”

You climbed onto the bed, tucking yourself against the pillows and drawing the blanket loosely over your hips. The coolness of the sheets against your bare legs made you shiver. Once settled, you exhaled shakily. “This is… weird,” you confessed, cheeks burning.

Jungkook chuckled, low and fond. “That’s okay. You’re doing really well.” Then, softer, he asked, “Do you want to stop?” Your heart stuttered, because he sounded genuine—not disappointed, not frustrated. Just making sure. “No,” you said, the word quick and certain, even if your voice trembled a little. “I want to keep going.” There was a pause. And then his voice again—so full of affection, so gently commanding it made your toes curl.

“Alright,” Jungkook’s voice dipped lower, like warm silk poured over your skin. “Get your shirt of for me,” he said softly. “You need to feel your skin.” Your hand trembled as you obeyed, bunching the fabric of your top until the cool air kissed the warmth of your stomach. You pressed your palm there gently, and the intimacy of the act—doing it for him, guided by only his voice—made your breath catch.

“I’d love to kiss you there,” he murmured. “Right on your tummy… slow. Soft. You’d feel my lips before you’d even see my face. Can you touch where you’d want me to kiss you?” You swallowed thickly, your hand brushing over your stomach again, then up, tracing the curve of your ribs, grazing the side of your breast. You dared a pass over the top of your panties, the soft cotton warm from your skin. You inhaled shakily, your breath hitching loud enough for him to hear.

“Where did you imagine me kissing you?” he asked, his tone quieter now—lower, darker. You hesitated. “There,” you said, voice barely a whisper. “On my stomach… my chest… and…” you paused, heat rushing to your cheeks, fingers curling slightly. “And between my legs.”

The silence on the line was broken by a sharp exhale from him—half groan, half breathless curse. “God,” Jungkook muttered, and your name followed, rough on his tongue. “You’d want that?” Your heart pounded as you nodded, even though he couldn’t see. “Yeah,” you admitted softly. “I think about it.”

He let out another slow breath, almost as if he were trying to steady himself. “I’d love that too,” he said. “I’d kiss you, taste you… take my time. Then sink my fingers into you so slow.” His voice was tight now, careful. “Would you be wet enough for me?”

You shivered at the question, body already thrumming with the heaviness of want. But you made a soft, unsure sound—almost embarrassed at not knowing, at being this turned on just from his voice. “Then check,” Jungkook said gently, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Just… slip your panties to the side. Touch yourself. Feel what I do to you.” With shaking fingers, you did as he asked. And the moment your fingertips grazed over your center, slick and sensitive, you gasped—a quiet, surprised “oh” slipping from your lips before you could stop it.

Jungkook groaned like he’d been punched in the gut. “You’re already that wet?” he asked, his voice breaking around the edges. “Y/N…”

“Jungkook…” you whispered helplessly, his name trembling from your mouth like a prayer, like a need too big to hold in your chest. “Keep touching yourself,” Jungkook said softly—his voice so low it nearly unraveled you. There was a rasp to it now, almost like he was the one aching. “Please, Y/N... don’t stop.”

The word “please” caught you off guard. It was nearly a whisper, and something in the way he said it made your heart twist. It wasn’t just lust—it was longing, it was closeness across thousands of miles. He wasn’t just turned on. He was with you.

You swallowed hard, your hand still resting between your legs as your body pulsed with need. You closed your eyes, trying to steady your breathing, imagining him doing it, and let your fingers move just the tiniest bit—exploring what was already so sensitive.

“Jungkook…” you breathed, voice cracking. “I—I feel too empty.” It came out unfiltered, ungraceful, and filled with frustrated need. You winced at your own words, feeling like you were doing this all wrong, too awkward, too vulnerable. But Jungkook’s voice came right back, steady and tender. “Breathe. Just breathe for me.”

You took a shaky breath in, and the gentle hush of his voice wrapped around you like a blanket.

“I know, jagi. I know,” he said. “I would love nothing more than to be there right now… to fill you, to touch you how you deserve. But right now, I need your help. Can you do that for me?” His voice was like heaven—deep, rich, coaxing every wall you had to melt into warmth.

You nodded automatically, your lips parting with a soft sound of agreement before remembering again that he couldn’t see you. “Yeah,” you whispered. “I… I can.” There was a pause—just the sound of him breathing on the other end—and then he let out a low, ragged groan at your willingness.

“What… what should I do?” you asked quietly. “How should I touch myself How would you...?” He exhaled sharply. You could hear it in his throat, the way your words knocked the air from him. “Ugh,” he whispered. “You’re perfect. You have no idea what you do to me.” Then, after a beat, his voice came back with that same gentle authority that made you want to listen to every word. “Start slow, jagi. Just one finger, okay? Take your time.”

You let your fingers glide over yourself again—more intentionally this time, more aware of how wet you were, how much your body was already responding to his voice alone. “Tell me how it feels,” Jungkook said, quieter now. “I want to hear it all. I want to imagine it like I’m there.”

You bit your lip and whimpered softly, hips tilting into your hand. “Warm… and soft,” you managed, barely forming the words. “Sensitive. I… I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Jungkook let out another broken sound on the other end, like he was barely holding it together. You did exactly as Jungkook had asked—slow, careful, drawing little circles over where you were aching, your clint, letting your breath catch and spill into the phone over and over. For a few moments, the world narrowed down to the quiet between you, filled with the soft sounds of your breathing and his voice—low, patient, completely wrapped around you like velvet.

But the softness didn’t last long. “Jungkook,” you whimpered, his name escaping like a gasp, a plea already halfway formed on your lips. “I… I… I am—”

You broke off with a breathy groan, unable to hold back the wave of feeling rushing up from inside you. Jungkook let out a quiet laugh, warm and knowing. “Impatient already?” He knew you well now. Well enough to tease without hurting, to press without pushing.

“Not impatient,” you huffed, breath shallow. “Just… wet. I’m so wet, I need more. Please.”

You heard him inhale sharply. “Jagi,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. “You’re going to kill me.” There was the sound of shifting fabric, and then his tone dropped, deep and reverent. “You’ve been so good for me… go ahead. Use a second finger. I want you to feel full.”

You didn’t hesitate. And the moment your body adjusted, you let out a soft, satisfied groan—sweet and aching. It felt better. Not complete, not even close, but better. Jungkook groaned softly in response, the sound wrecked and raw. “That sound—God, I wish I could see you. I should’ve called you on FaceTime.”

You smiled into the phone, flushed and breathing heavy, your voice quiet but daring. “Jungkook… what am I doing to you right now?” There was silence for a moment, just the sound of him shifting, and then he chuckled under his breath—a low, broken sound.

“You’re driving me insane,” he murmured. “That sound you make—I swear I can taste you on my lips. It’s like my body thinks I’m there with you.” You whimpered again, and his voice dropped even lower. “I’m so hard,” he admitted, breath catching. “I had to… I couldn’t just sit here doing nothing. I needed to touch myself too. Just enough to keep the edge off. Just enough to not lose it.”

Even without seeing him, you could picture him—lips parted, brow furrowed, the way his hair might fall into his eyes as he held himself. Precum slowly dripping down his shaft. The distance between your bodies was sharp, but the connection? That was blinding.

“I wish you were here,” you whispered.

Jungkook hummed, pained and tender. “I’m with you, jagi. Right here.”

“I want to hear you too,” you whisper, voice breathless and edged with a quiet plea. “Jungkook… I need to hear you.”

For a beat, there’s nothing. Then a low groan hums through the line—deep, rough, drawn from somewhere at the very core of him. Your breath catches. It’s not just a sound—it’s him unraveling, just for you.

“Yeah?” he growls, “Nothing compares to the way you make me feel… even miles away.” The words are choked with awe and aching want, reverent and real. “I want to touch you. Push your tiny little hand away and fill you so good. You would feel so good around me too. All wet and tight. Wouldn’t you?” You shudder, clinging to the sound of his voice as if it could hold you. He was so far—but he felt like he was right there, breathing with you, guiding you.

“Touch yourself more,” he says, voice growing firm but still laced with heat. “Faster now. I want you to feel it—I want your body to remember this the next time I see you. Because the moment I get my hands on you again…” he pauses, breath catching. “I’ll make sure you feel so full again. Watch how I would sink myself inside you. Give you exactly what you need. Play with your pretty tits. Fuck you stupid. Till you not even remember your own name.”

The sound that slips from your lips is helpless, wanting. You obey—your fingers moving faster, your thumb finding that perfect spot—and it’s almost too much. Your body tenses, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter.

“I’m close,” you manage to gasp, trembling. “Jungkook—I’m so close—”

“Don’t stop,” he growls, the command wrapped in velvet and fire. “Don’t you dare stop, Jagi. You are mine. Come for me.” That tone—that authority—it sends you over the edge.

Your breath fractures. Your back arches. A cry escapes you, raw and quiet and broken as pleasure crashes through you like a wave. Your legs tremble, heart racing, the high cresting through you in pulsing waves. You can’t even think—you can only feel, and he’s right there on the other end of it.

Then—his voice again. A hoarse groan. A curse, hot and bitten off.

“God, fuck,” he pants, the words all tangled and soft. “You did so well for me. So perfect.”

You try to catch your breath—but something else creeps in with the aftershocks. A quiet ache. Your chest tightens. Your eyes sting. And before you can stop it, the words slip free, fragile and cracked. “I want you here with me, Jungkook,” you whisper. “Right now. I just… I want you here.”

The line is quiet for a heartbeat. Then you hear him exhale, shaky and low. “I know, jagi,” he murmurs, voice suddenly tender again, grounding. “I want that too. So bad. More than you know.” And even though your bodies are worlds apart, his voice is right there with you—soft and real, brushing against the rawest part of your heart. “Just a little longer,” he whispers. “We’ll be together soon. I promise.”

You nod again, even though he can’t see it—biting your lip, trying to will away the tears that threaten to spill. Your body is still trembling, not from the release, but from the ache of distance. Of loving someone who can’t hold you tonight.

A whisper leaves your lips, cracked and quiet. “Okay…”

And it breaks Jungkook’s heart a little. Not just because you sounded so small—but because he knows that ache. He feels it too, right now, in the hollow between his ribs where your warmth should be.  And he can’t help you with it, not how you deserve. He clenches his jaw, breathes slowly through his nose.

Tomorrow—he needed to talk to his agent first thing. He didn’t care what meetings or rehearsals got shuffled. He needed to see you sooner, even if only for a day. Just long enough to hold you in his arms and kiss the doubt and ache from your chest.

“I can stay on the phone a little longer,” Jungkook says gently. “If you want. We don’t have to hang up yet.” You hesitate, the ache still raw in your chest. “Don’t you… didn’t you say you might go live with Jimin tonight?”

There’s a pause—brief but telling—and then his voice comes through, warm and certain. “Yeah, I need to. But that can wait. You come first. I always have time for you.” Your throat tightens, eyes stinging again—not from sadness now, but from how easily he says that. Like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Like loving you isn’t an inconvenience, but a priority.

“Can you…” you pause to clear your throat softly, “Can you tell me about your day?”

“Of course,” he says, voice immediately softening even more, like he’s settling in just to be close to you. “You wanna hear about the boring stuff or the good stuff?”

“All of it,” you whisper, letting yourself sink further into your pillow, needing his voice to anchor you. “Even the boring stuff. I just want to hear you.”

And just like that, he starts talking—gentle, rambling little details about his day: training, rehearsal, the new concept, what he had for lunch, a funny thing one of the staff said. And every word he speaks eases the weight pressing down on your chest. He says your name so gently it feels like a kiss. “I miss you too.” His admits. Quiet. Honest. “More than I thought was possible.”

There’s a pause. Neither of you say anything for a moment. You just breathe together—connected by the line, by the silence, by the way your hearts beat in tandem even with oceans between you. “You were beautiful tonight,” he says after a while. “Not just the… y’know.” He chuckles gently. “But, trying this with me. Trusting me. I don’t take that for granted. Not for a second. And… I didn’t want to make you sad tonight.”

You sniff, and this time, it’s a little laugh through your tears. “I am not sad. I’m glad you called.”

“I’d call every night, if it made you feel close,” he says. “If it helped you sleep.”

You feel better now. So much better. After hearing his voice, after the way he touched you with nothing but words—pulling you apart so sweetly and then putting you back together even gentler. Your heart no longer feels like it’s splintering under the weight of missing him. And now that you're settled, soft and safe again, you exhale a little laugh.

“You should clean up,” you murmur into the phone, your voice teasing but still thick with affection. Jungkook chuckles lowly, and the sound feels like velvet slipping down your spine. “Are you kicking me off the phone now?” he asks playfully.

“Well,” you hum, “you said you need to go live with Jimin… You should go. I’m okay now.”

There's a hesitation—just a beat, but you hear it. Feel it.

“Are you sure?” he asks, serious now, no teasing left. “I don’t wanna leave you if you’re still feeling shaky.”

“I’m not,” you say, a little smile curling on your lips. “You already fixed me. Twice, actually. So go already. I’m want to watch you.”

“You’re gonna what?” he teases, his grin practically audible. “I’m gonna watch the live,” you reply, grinning now. “For as long as I can stay awake. That way… I still get to see you today.” Jungkook groans playfully. “That’s so unfair. You get to look at me, and I still don’t get to see your pretty face.”

You laugh, blushing quietly. “Next time.”

His voice softens again. “Last chance. Are you sure you’re good?”

“Yes, Jungkook. I’m good. Go. Or Jimin will roast you for being late.”

He sighs with a dramatic little pout you can imagine so clearly. “Okay, okay. I miss you.”

“I miss you, too.”

“I’ll see you soon.”

And with that, the call ends, the line going quiet—but your chest feels warm instead of empty this time.

After a quick bathroom run and a change of clothes—your pj’s to be precise. You tuck yourself deeper into the blankets, cheeks still flushed and heart beating slow and soft. You blink sleepily at the screen and smile as you connect to Jimin’s live, waiting for Jungkook to appear.

The live is cozy—Jimin is sitting cross-legged on the floor, talking directly to the camera, his tone light and animated as he tells the ARMYs a story about rehearsal mishaps and how he nearly tripped over his own feet during a practice run.

And then—a knock echoes offscreen.

Jimin pauses mid-sentence, blinking at the door. “Oh?” he says, glancing back. “Hold on, everyone. Someone’s at my door.”

You watch the screen tilt slightly as Jimin sets the phone down and walks off-camera. The audio picks up the sound of him unlocking and opening the door—and then a familiar voice laughs low and warm.

“Finally,” Jungkook says.

The camera jostles as Jimin comes back into frame, followed by Jungkook, who’s dressed down in a hoodie and loose joggers, his dark hair slightly messy. He gives a small, sheepish wave at the camera with that signature bunny grin.

“Yah,” Jimin says, sitting again, “took you long enough.”

“Sorry, sorry,” he says with an innocent laugh. “I had something important to do.”

Jimin side-eyes him but doesn’t press. Instead, he scoots over to give Jungkook room and nudges him in the ribs. “Well, welcome. Everyone’s been waiting.”

Your heart flutters as Jungkook settles in beside Jimin, his smile soft but tired. He looks down at the screen and waves again, his fingers brushing his bottom lip like they still remember you. “Please forgive me, ARMY.”

And just like that, the ache of missing him melts into something gentler. And as he settles into the live, talking and laughing beside Jimin, you curl into your blanket, watching him glow on your screen.

You watch them—Jimin chatting animatedly, gesturing with his hands as he recounts some hilarious backstage mishap, while Jungkook lounges beside him, relaxed and quiet at first, just listening. His legs are sprawled comfortably in front of him, one arm propped behind his head as he leans slightly toward Jimin, eyes soft with amusement as his friend rambles.

You're curled on your side, the phone warm in your hand, the screen casting a gentle glow against your cheeks. Your eyes blink slower now, sleep brushing over your lashes like a wave, but you keep watching.

Jungkook glances down at his phone for a second, his thumb moving casually as he types something. Then—suddenly—his whole face breaks into a wide, boyish grin. That unmistakable, gummy smile. He tries to bite it back, but fails miserably, and he looks up at the camera with his ears turning faintly pink. Jimin gives him a look, raising an eyebrow. “What?” he asks suspiciously.

Jungkook just shakes his head. “Nothing,” he says with a shrug, barely able to keep a straight face. Jimin squints at him, but then drops it, turning back to the stream. “He’s being weird again,” he tells the viewers. “Just ignore him.”

But your screen lights up with a new notification—and your heart does a slow somersault.

Kookie 🖤: Good night. Don’t stay up too long.

Your breath catches as warmth spreads through your chest, your lips parting in the kind of smile that only he could pull out of you—tired, shy, and so full of affection it aches. On the screen, Jungkook’s still grinning stupidly, his eyes twinkling under the soft room light, like he knows exactly what he's just done to you.

You reply with a quiet tap of your fingers:

You: I won’t. I just wanted to see you a little longer.

Then you let your phone slip down slightly, resting it on the pillow beside you as you watch him one last time tonight. His laugh rumbles low when Jimin teases him again, and you tuck yourself in tighter, safe in the knowledge that you’re still on his mind.

Even when the screen finally goes dark, and your eyes close, you carry that image with you—Jungkook, smiling just for you. The ache hasn’t disappeared completely—but it’s dulled by the quiet certainty that he’s yours. Even when the distance stretches far, his heart is still wrapped around you.

And for now, that’s more than enough.

Masterlist

Tags: @dachshunddame @hecatesdescendant

A/N: Hi! Just wanted to mention that I use ChatGPT and DeepL to clean up grammar and spelling in my writing. English is my second language, and this tools help me share stories the way I imagine them, without spending hours double-checking every word. Writing is just a hobby I enjoy after a full workweek—I’m not trying to make money from it. If you’re curious or have thoughts on it, I’d love to have a friendly discussion!

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Welcome🤍

Thank you for stopping by my blog! I hope you enjoy the clown show lol right now I'm keeping this chatty section real sparse to get this out but hoping to make it (and this whole list) more robust and comprehensive with time! One of the first things on the list is to have fic summaries instead of just titles and better formatting for multiple parts. At least this works atm haha For now, just know this is both a sfw and nsfw blog and nsfw will be tagged with #thirst hours

I hope the reading guides you on good daydreams and fantasies 💜

Daily click for Palestine

NSFW ☄️

Fluff 🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑 Angst (how much easy vs. harsh emotion)

AU 🪐

Non-canon elements in focus ✨

Tender Love and Care

Hair Care 🌖 Massage 🌖 Part 1 Part 2 and Part 3 - Coming Soon

Switching Up Roles 🌕☄️ Part 1 and Part 2

Loose Lips

Thirsty Thursdays ☄️

With Pissed Off Buggy With Lucky Brat Buggy With Insecure Buggy

Comforting His Partner on Their Looks 🌕

Age Gap Headcanons 🌕

Punk Buggy with a Tongue Piercing☄️ - Riff off of @hey-august's wonderful Punk Buggy

Let Go and Grip Me Tighter 🌖☄️

Mihawk struggles with guilt from the nature of his fantasies about you and begins pulling away. You won’t let that happen and both of you find the fantasy is more fun together.

Fixing What Ifs 🌗

Meeting with Mihawk for a drink wasn’t the most uncommon, but the bittersweet air certainly was. You’re swimming through memories of him, wondering at his feelings and intentions until you finally let your tongue loosen. Is this not enough for him either?

Well Earned Praise 🌕

On the heels of a hard won accomplishment, Mihawk shows you that he notices and cares. Just in his own ways.

How He Deals with Falling in Love 🌕

Jealousy Ficlet 🌕

Hickey Headcanons 🌕

Thirsty Thursday

The Hat Stays ON

Fireside 🌖 - coming soon

Bonding Exercises ☄️ - coming soon

Jealousy Ficlet 🌕

How to Break Rules 🌖

Jealousy Ficlet 🌕

Hickey Headcanons 🌕

Give (In) and Take (Me) ☄️

The Wrong Rest 🌑

Across the Great Divide 🌘 - Coming Soon

These Hoes Depressed 🌖 - Coming Soon

Brushing Souls 🌕✨

You've warned him just as much as the others how intimate and overwhelming it feels to touch another soul. Still, he's intrigued. Over time you've come to trust him enough to give him a taste of the soul magic of your home and he immediately accepts, equal parts eager and nervous. Nothing you said prepared him for all he feels at simply being surrounded by You. ~3.8k

Coronary Tale 🌗✨

Face Sitting ☄️

Hickey Headcanons 🌖

Eventually this will mean poly BUT for now it is where headcanons with LOTS of characters are until I have more fics under more characters (so Its not just a fuckload of headers all with the same fic under them lol)

Cuddling Headcanons 🌕 Straw Hats and the Three Unwise Men (Buggy, Shanks, Mihawk)

Cuddling Ficlets 🌕 Straw Hats and the Three Unwise Men

X Marine Reader Headcanons - Coming Soon

Straw Hats and the Three Unwise Men

Bonus Characters (Ace, Sabo, Law, Kid, Killer, Sir Croc, Doffy)

Sweetly Scented Secrets 🌕✨

These are ones I add to and build off of instead of it being just something for a one-shot. Currently a placeholder but wanna get posting for these soon! Gotta organize the massive thought dumps I have down first lol

Modern AU (Coney Island inspired)

Hybrid AU

ABO AU

On Their Feet - current priorities (Most have coming soon and up on Masterlist to kick my ass into gear atm lol)

Lifeline - in brain and touching on

Purgatory - letting them happen when they happen

Hell - uncertain if they will ever happen 💀

Random ass shit that doesn't have a spot yet wHOOPS

Now and For Always - One Piece Rendition

Andddd a reminder to myself to possibly link sketches eventually andjkjaskda

Enjoy the hot mess in progress LOL

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Here’s the first three design sketches I've made for my hoyoverse Amphoreus AU!

Part 2

(long explanation below the cut under the images)

I'm basically plucking a group of hoyoverse characters from Honkai 3rd, Genshin, and ZZZ and attempting to re-imagine them as the Chrysos Heirs of Amphoreus. Its a very odd mixture of characters to say the least, lol

In this AU I'm designing this whole cast as Amphoreus expies, so i.e. the Paimon here isn't the same as the Paimon in Genshin, its just an Amphoreus version of her. They're all from city-states throughout Amphoreus, and eventually heard of the prophecy and joined the Flame-Chase one way or another.

Lady Ataegina (Bianka Ataegina from Honkai Impact 3rd, aka Durandal)—

The first of the Chrysos Heirs of this era, and the person who commenced the Flame-Chase journey. Known for her heroic deeds throughout the centuries.

When she was younger she had a personality more like Kevin, being loud and proud and acting all heroic, but as the coreflame erodes at her soul throughout the centuries, she ends up in a state of being more similar to Aglaea.

I chose Bianka for this role and coreflame because of her similarities to Phainon in terms of her big protagonist energy and her "prophesied hero" role throughout HI3rd. I think she'd be quite fitting as a deliverer. However, to switch things up a bit, I also imagine her filling a similar narrative role as Aglaea, just with a different demigod power. She's the veteran, a wisened and experienced hero, but also a shell of her former self who is holding herself together just to get through the last stretch of this long and arduous journey.

Asphodel (Trigger from Zenless Zone Zero)—

Another early Chrysos Heir, and a dear friend of the Janus demigod. After losing everything and everyone she knew in war, she foolishly swore to get vengeance upon Thanatos, and saw the Flame-Chase as a means to this end. However, with time and effort her views on Death have changed as she experienced the world in new ways thanks to her companions.

In terms of personality she's more or less the same as the Trigger we know and love in ZZZ, so not much to add there.

I decided to choose Trigger for this role for a handful of reasons: one is to narratively pair her with the Janus demigod (who i won't name yet, but should be easy to guess for any ZZZ players given the sketch above lmao), but also because she already had a fair bit of Greek afterlife symbolism in her design.

For instance, in this AU she's an archer so she doesn't have a "trigger" on her weapon to serve as her nickname, but she goes by "Asphodel", which we see in her ZZZ character banner (Sights of Asphodel). Per the ZZZ wiki, the Asphodel is a flower associated with the Greek nether realm. So between that, and Trigger's lore in ZZZ being rife with loss and grief and death, I think it's fitting to swap her into the role that our beloved Castorice fills in HSR canon!

Paimon (from Genshin Impact) —

One of the youngest of the Chrysos Heirs, and thus a recent member. Seemingly blessed with the power of Oronyx from a young age, Paimon found herself at the center of a great deal of schemes and envy. Fortunately, she found a home in Okhema alongside the rest of the Chrysos Heirs, and has sought to uncover the secrets behind her power and the origins of Oronyx itself.

It's Paimon! for y'all who've played Genshin, you know what she's going to be like here lol. Just no Traveler (poor Paimon x-x), and she's a relatively normal person so she's grown out of her child form. But she still has the same sort of innocent and bright personality, a welcome contrast to some of the more imposing figures in the Chrysos Heirs, such as Lady Ataegina.

All the Genshin lore nerds out there, y'all can guess why Paimon would've been chosen to be demigod of Time here :)

so yeah that's it. /sendtweet

Idk how frequently i'll be updating this but I at least hope to get all 12 designs and to be able to work on some other set of sketches/art as well. no promises tho skskskks

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Hi! I while back you were wondering about the 'Crocodile as Whitebeard's Child' AU and what may have caused a rift, one of those reasons being Crocodiles gender. I was scrolling through the One Piece Wiki and found one of the questions Oda has answered! So maybe the rift could have been that Crocodile was at first part of the medical team (willingly/unwillingly either way he wanted to sail the sea) and Whitebeard not wanting his (then) daughter to be hurt didn't allow her to be a fighter? He would 100% allow Crocodile to fight if he transitioned during his time at the Whitebeard pirates!

Ah, right!! Thank you!

I think I knew that but forgot about it and just felt I was doing WB an injustice by thinking he would not allow women as his crew (apart from medical staff). Apparently not! Old-fashioned old fart!

Though if he's that strict about his set of morals I don't know if his morals wouldn't make him want to leave his (then) daughter on shore. What kind of ideas and expectations might he have for his own child - a daughter and not a son? Stay home, be safe, make a family?

(But leaving her alone at home, possibly without a mother, without a support network, with potentially the danger of his name attached to her, was never going to be safe... Keeping her weak was not going to make her safe.)

I can imagine that if Crocodile did accept a role as medical staff he would still try to fight, pick up swords, a gun, just get out there and that would lead to a lot of arguments that might eventually lead WB to kick him off his ship. If he cannot follow captain's orders then he's not welcome to stay.

And I'm also not sure he would allow Crocodile to fight if he transitioned? Would he be able to just flick a switch in his brain and go "well, my child wants to be a boy, so I guess he gets to be a fighter now"? I'm not sure. And the Iva style transition only happens later in Crocodile's life (if we're doing Crocodad!) probably long after a falling out might have happened.

Hm hm hm!

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Pantheon AU

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Aka, Welcome to me making up deity designs because why the hell not

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It started with this drawing I made of a Julie that I call Moon Deity

And people on twitter have been eating that up so I've felt some motivation to continue working on it

Today I'm sharing the 4 first deities I've finished

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Julie Joyful

Deity of the moon and oceans. Do not be fooled by her elegant and beautiful appearance, for she's an energic goddess that will bend bodies of water to her emotional will.

The moon is often associated to calmness, feminity, such things, but I decided to go with an other approach. The moon is small and fast. She turns around the earth every day of the year, and is responsible for the tides. The closer she is, the bigger the tide ! That doesn't sound that much calm to me. In this AU Julie appears calm only because Sally insist that she has to dress "regal" for their very important deity jobs. Isn't that silly ?

Julie will have alternate outfits depending on the activity she wants to do at any given moment, switching from pants to dress !

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Sally Starlet

Deity of the Sun, stars and fire, she is the calm one, most of the time. Warm, but also a little stuck up sometimes, Sally likes when things are in order and go her way. She sees their deity roles as important ! The fiery goddess also gives her blessings in the arts, especially theater art which she favors

The sun doesn't move as much as the moon, but it is big and powerful and at the center of our solar system. I like the idea of reversing roles a little, having the sun being the calm one for once

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Home

The deity of death is a kind and compassionate fellow. He doesn't talk much, but listens very well, and will help souls pass to their afterlife with all the compassion in the world. He is also the patron of living spaces, as he wants to make sure beings live well, safe, sound and happy, before he comes to take them away.

I like it when death deities aren't cruel but instead very kind and comforting. Home will have a lot of little helpers ! Although, note that Home is the deity of death as in he's the reaper. There is other deities ruling over the concept of death ! Home is more of a psychopomp in this AU ( psychopomps are the "reaper" deities. It includes Valkyries, Ankous, Shinigamis, Grim Reaper, etc)

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Wally Darling

The deity of life ! He creates and gives in abondance, whenever he can. He may not be particularly smart, or doesn't pay that much attention to his creations past their conception and first breath, but he means well and is still learning. He's a fairly new deity, replacing the previous one. Home is there to kindly help guide him to his new duties, along with Barnaby.

He's just a silly trying his best with great powers. Life is pretty mysterious, and not easy. The path is long and full of hardships, after all... but I don't think what gives the first breath of life is cruel for it. Life is still beautiful and should be cherished

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Bonus Appleblossom sketch because this is my self indulgent au so I will put in my ocs, headcanons and fav ships !

[sleepymuch]

So I had a Mandela au with welcome home

I'm going to remake it and I switched roles around However I don't have a character for Sarah

So if anyone wants to add an oc for her role then go for it

Anyways here

(Her eyelashes are the same as og)

Here's the list:

Vol.1

Mark heathcliff- Frank

Cesar Torres(the alt too)- Julie

Vol.2

Adam Murry- Wally

Jonah Marshall- Barnaby

Vol. 3

Thatcher Davis- Eddie

Ruth Weaver- Poppy

Vol.4

Sarah Heathcliff- [None]

Evelin Miller- Sally

Dave Lee- Howdy

[blurglesmurfklaine]

NEWSIES UNO REVERSE

I LOVE IT

tell me EVERYTHING

starting questions I have

-what happens to esther, Sarah and mayer in this au

-how does this change les and jack's dynamic of like "cool older kid who's street smart" and "little kid who idolises him"

- what happens, is Jack now the more educated one, is it Jack who has the words to start a strike,

-who leads the manhattan lodging house

-has davey had run ins with Brooklyn before (and what does Jack think of Brooklyn when he becomes a newsie)

-does davey like getting into fights (bc I think especially 92sies David would, but bc of how he's been brought up he dismisses the mere notion and avoids fisticuffs)

ok warning u now I will have more questions later haha

I WELCOME ALL THE QUESTIONS!!! Sorry this is sooooo long but here:

what happens to esther, Sarah and mayer in this au

Oooh I haven’t thought about Sarah yet! But I will tie it in to what happens to the Jacobs parents. Be warned, it is Sad and Tragic.

Mayer tangles with a delivery truck, just like in livesies, but instead of staying at home he leaves the state to find work with family somewhere west. He never comes back. This happens when Davey is about eight. Sarah is a little older, maybe twelve, and Esther is pregnant with Les, who never gets to meet his father. Three years later, Esther falls ill and passes. I imagine Sarah being the oldest and ‘Most promising’ would be sent/taken away to live with an elderly relative, or possibly some sort of home for girls

how does this change les and jack's dynamic of like "cool older kid who's street smart" and "little kid who idolises him"

Well Jack is still Jack, you know? Oh and if you thought he was confident before, just IMAGINE how insufferable he in a world where he had a clean bed and full stomach every day?

I think Les would see him as the cool new “rich” kid who is confident enough to try anything and has all these wonderful stories about growing up in the theatre—which Davey obviously cannot stand bc he believes Les should keep his head on earth

what happens, is Jack now the more educated one, is it Jack who has the words to start a strike

Omg omg ong okay SO I’ve actually been thinking bout this a TON, and although their on roles are switched, they still are the characters they are if that makes sense??? So in my mind, it’s still Davey who has the words and information to start the strike—orphaned or not, this motherfucker READS. Similar to the show though he sort of sparks the idea, and Jack is kind of egging him on which Davey doesn’t understand because Jack HAS a mother, a family, he has so much more to lose

And there is this one scene that has been chewing on my brain and shaking it nonstop like a Rottweiler with a toy. Jack is still very much an artist in this AU, and Davey is the one who escaped from The Refuge.

Post rally apology scene, Jack says he’s talked to Kath and they have an idea—Davey says he just talked to her, too… and Davey isn’t kissing and telling but he doesn’t have to. Jack can tell there’s something (and there’s a lot of internal angst from Jack about this, who is trying to stay cool)

Anyway. The plan involves needing words and art for The Neesies Banner. Kath and Davey’s words, and Jack’s art. So Jack and Davey sit down together, Davey recounting everything he went through at the refuge while Jack draws it.

And then Jack can’t take it anymore and puts his pencil down and Davey’s like “???? Why’d you stop?”

Jack looks at him and just says, “I am so sorry this happened to you” and Davey is taken SO aback because he doesn’t think anyone has ever told him that and they have A Moment and uh oh??? Feelings??? And the moment breaks and they scramble away to the printing press at Pulitzers basement lol

-who leads the manhattan lodging house

Davey, but in a more unassuming way! He’s not so outright about it, and definitely not a big personality. He mostly talks kids out of making stupid decisions, but if they’re stubborn enough (Race) he’s not going to waste his time, because they’ll find out the hard way (Also Race). He’s not even necessarily the “leader” he’s just sort of the oldest and has been there the longest so

-has davey had run ins with Brooklyn before (and what does Jack think of Brooklyn when he becomes a newsie)

Davey has had a run in with Brooklyn through Race. I can see Race getting into a scuffle with Spot and Davey having to intervene. Not sure WHY yet? Maybe Race was selling on Brooklyn turf, maybe he was conning Brooklyn newsies, but I DO know that Davey was Very Annoyed about having to save Race’s ass

-does davey like getting into fights (bc I think especially 92sies David would, but bc of how he's been brought up he dismisses the mere notion and avoids fisticuffs)

Honestly? I don’t think he *likes* it, but he realizes the necessity of it quite early on!

THANK YOU FOR THESE!! They were so fun! 🤩 Anyone anywhere anytime is ALWAYS welcome to ask me about my brainrot newsies AUs lol

[golden-explosions-main]

"Howdy, you already know who I am, so let's stop wasting time and get going," 🌻🎸🌟

(About/Rules below👇)

About: Welcome to Flowey's ask blog! It's a funny thing though, he usually has Frisk (his best friend) by his side when he answers questions, perhaps he feels more comfortable with them by his side? Or perhaps he just needs help with dealing with some the crazier stuff that happens time to time.

They live on the surface together, and both Asgore and Toriel are still divorced but both have shared custody, the teens switch houses every month or so.

Flowey used to go to public school alongside Frisk, but that only lasted nearly three years until a 'bully revenge incident' at 12 years old that got him permanently expelled, ever since then, his mother has been home-schooling him.

At 14 years old, after a very late visit to Alphy's office, he found out that he somehow got his soul back, however it's tinier than it used to be and malformed and lopsided, it also causes him a great deal of physical pain when he experiences strong emotions, he rarely complains though, at least not on the blog.

Proof of said soul. 👇🏻

At 15, he received what they ended up calling a potbot! (created by Alphys) It's a flower pot, but it gives him height, moves around, and has hands! It's not as great as a real body, but it's almost as great. Annnd...not long after that, he lost it in a river and nearly drowned, BUT, after a few months, Alphys gifted him a better one, and it's the one he still uses now. The potbot! (I'm really proud of this thing) 👇🏻

At 16, an Anon temporarily gave Chara their body back and it was revealed that not only has Chara been following their brother for years, but they were also the one responsible for returning his soul to him. They've been keeping in contact as best as they could ever since then.

Also at 16, Flowey and Frisk met a haunted creature who they call ??? or the Doctor (created by Complex) an Amalgamate from another timeline. The Doctor is a powerful mad scientist, who had long ago done something unspeakable which resulted in them being an Amalgamation (there have been several big hints as to who they may be), they have been keeping in contact with both of Flowey and Frisk ever since their introduction, donating their burned black book to Frisk, watching the two teen's lives from afar, the Doctor also seems to have VERY big plans for Suzy (from Undertale and not quite Deltarune(?)

Due to his anxiety, depression, self-hatred and trauma from his childhood and from being a literal soulless murderer, Flowey struggles to make plans for his future, but the love from the people in his life and his hobbies keep him afloat day by day.

Fun fact: Flowey has a surprisingly good relationship with his parents and even more so with his father.

Fun fact 2: He considers Frisk, Chara, Papyrus, and Monster Kid his best friends, with Frisk being his Number One Best Friend Who Is Alive. And being Chara is his Number One Best Friend Who Is Undead.

Most important fact: They live the Sunshine Route timeline or the Sunshine Route AU, it was born from my fanfic series, Growing Pains, which is where the Frisk, Flowey, and River Person blogs are very loosely based on.

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Rules:

🌻Aside from the occasional swearing and harsh language, I consider this blog to be...fairly SFW, and I'd very much prefer to keep it that way, I'll let you know if I don't like something.

🌻Flowey is very protective of his timeline, he considers himself lucky, so if it or his loved ones are threatened in anyway, he will make threats and be very mean, his bark can be just as bad as his bite, so be careful if you're sensitive to that sort of thing.

🌻I usually prefer to keep things simple for my sanity; and prefer to have the role plays be one on one, so unless you have a very good idea or want to do something helpful, please don't ask to join.

🌻PLEASE DO NOT reply by reblogging, I often go back into my blog's archives to look for past posts, and responding by reblogging makes navigating things difficult and it can also clog other people's dashes.

🌻I also prefer to keep things light and funny, something to cheer myself and others up, but I'll allow depressing and dark things to happen if it's well written.

That's it, have a good one!

[onefreetoon]

How did it come to this?

To lose many of my co-workers and friends to this 'Resonance Cascade'.

To fight for my life in the place I could almost consider as my second home, carving my way through hordes upon hordes of different foes, from alien to even fellow toons from the military.

And as it turned out, they weren't here to rescue us. They were here to silence, to shut our mouth about what had happened in this place.

I wished everything I saw would turn out to just be a part of a horrific nightmare but alas, this is the reality I am forced to face and endure painfully.

I'm tired of this.

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SUBJECT:

Benjamin "Boxten" Hooke

Male, Age 29

CURRENT STATUS: ALIVE

CURRENT LOCATION: BLACK MESA RESEARCH FACILITY

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Greetings, welcome to a Dandy's world au and askblog where I fused Half life and Dandy's World together into this.. one universe I guess.

This WILL(or at least, attempt) to follow the canon of Half Life.

EXTRA INFO:

EVERY SINGLE PERSON IS A TOON, EXCEPT FOR THE XEN CREATURES AND RACE X ALIENS, SO THERE IS NO HUMANS.(If the askblog somehow progresses over to Half Life 2, Combine stays the same as well.)

THIS CURRENTLY TAKES PLACE IN SURFACE TENSION.

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Characters that take the role of the half life(and half life 2) characters are:

Boxten > Gordon Freeman

Poppy > Barney Calhoun

Shelly > Adrian Shephard

Brightney > Isaac Kleiner

Rodger > Eli Vance

Toodles > Alyx Vance

Dandy > Wallace Breen

Astro > Judith Mossman

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The others WILL be available to asks during certain points, such as perspective switches or so.

And one final thing, I AM a minor(14). Don't act weird, please.

Anyways, my salutations to you all. Let's see how this goes for Boxten(and the others.)

[chronicbeans]

Random Welcome Home Ideas the Involve Changes to the Show

basically, ideas where the show still exists, but there are changes to it in some way. As in, say, the show's genre or something. Btw IDK if any of these ideas have been done before, my brain is just spewing stuff. The puppets are sentient throughout each of these weird AUs.

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•Welcome Home but it's on a Christian Broadcasting Channel: The show is a children's show about, you guessed it, Christian values and the Bible! Wally is the main character, taking the role of the neighborhood priest who solves the neighbor's problems through holy Christian values and faith. There's a very odd vibe, however, as if something is going horribly wrong or the show is hiding something. Halfway through, Wally realizes that he isn't actually sure if he believes in Christianity, but as a puppet on the show, he's forced to act like he does.

•Welcome Home, but we got a change in production: The show goes on as normal for the first half of the run, but there is a sudden change in production, be it a change in the ownership of Playfellow Studios or something along those lines. For the second half, the show is being written and produced by a cult, which is now leading to the subtle addition of their values and beliefs into the show. The puppets are aware of this sudden change, with all but Wally being concerned. Wally's fine with the change, since his puppeteer was the only one who was fired and switched with a member of the cult.

•Welcome Home, it's Candle Cove: Remember Candle Cove? That Creepypasta where the pirate show appeared as static to adults and had some gruesome moments? Take that, but it is just Welcome Home instead of a pirate show. Welcome Home only appears to children, looks like static to adults, and has some gruesome moments.

•Welcome Home, but it's a children's horror show: A bit like "Are You Afraid of the Dark?" type stuff, where it's made for kids but can get pretty dark. The difference is, kids and parents expect that it is going to be scary. The puppets, however, basically have to live through the horrific events of each episode, remembering everything and knowing full well that more is to come.

[yolowritter]

Miraculous Adventurer Au 3: Time to spill the tea!

So...anyone remember back here when I said "this AU is still alive and kicking"? Yeah it's kicking alright. Kicking and screaming as I drag it out of my WIP pile! Welcome back to the show everyone, it's been a while! If you guys want a recap of what this Au is about (+ the Origins episode) I highly encourage you to go read part 2 of this Au here. Yes, I did just link it twice. No, I don't care. Anyway, this is just an info/idea dump for this AU, because it was in my head yesterday and refuses to let me write anything until I rant about it!

First off, I wanna explain the magic system a little better. People don't have actual "classes" like DnD, they just happen to be good at certain things and not great at others, just like real-life proficiencies! There's plenty of types of elemental magic like Water, Fire, Wind, Earth, Thunder, Light, Dark, etc. but not all of them can be casted by humans. Some magic subtypes are excusive to certain races (for example plant-related Earth magic is a druid-only thing), and others are very very rare, to the point where only a few people in the whole world can use a certain type of spells. It doesn't really need to go beyond "medieval fantasy magic", so I'm trying not to overcomplicate it. You're here for the characters and the lore, anyway.

Secondly, let's talk characters! I have almost everyone from the Miraculous Cast making an appearance in this AU, some as adventurers who encounter the Core 4 party (Ladybug, Chat Noir, Carapace and Rena Rouge), some as other roles! Here's a short list to give you an idea of what everyone does! Oh, and I should mention that everyone is in their early to mid twenties here, concerning taverns and the like. The legal drinking age in Medieval Fantasy Land is 18, so we're all good.

Marinette: Adventurer and aspiring fashion designer, travels with "Team Miraculous", including Chat Noir, Nino and Alya. Her adventurer name is Ladybug, and she really didn't mean to get wrapped up in all this hero business. Turns out wanting some extra cash can really go arwy if you tango with the local cat enthusiast. Marinette is the daughter of two bakers from a backwater village, and has always dreamed of being a famous seamstress in the Capital. Now an adult and having saved up for the trip, she ends up in a small town not far from her own home. Wanting additional funds for when she eventually arrives at the city of her dreams, Marinette decides to offer her services to any adventurer whose clothing might need adjustment or repair. Surely this won't lead to her signing up with the Guild, right? Cue the Origins episode from part 2.

Adrien: Son to Gabriel and Emilie Agreste, Prince of the Kingdom. Isolated in his childhood to be protected from political scheming, Adrien has only a few friends that he can rely on. His cousin Felix, and a rich noble girl named Chloe Bourgeois who took an interest in him when they were children. A few months ago, he recieved a marriage proposal from an eastern kingdom, and his parents introduced him to Princess Kagami, a stoic but passionate girl who he becomes fast friends with. But one day, tired and suffocated by his palace life, Adrien seeks to live out his own life away from rules and regulations. With the help of his betrothed and cousin, he and Felix switch places, allowing Adrien to don the mask of Chat Noir and freely travel as an adventurer.

Alya: A girl from a small village in the outskirts of the Kingdom, Alya has a high potential for magic powers. Unfortunately, no matter what type she tries to cast, she has great difficulty with even the simplest of spells, leading her to develop a desire to discover mysteries and the arcane as a way to try out new methods of manifesting this supposed potential. During an encounter with Ladybug and Chat Noir, Alya finds out she's proficient in Illusion Magic, for which a caster hasn't been seen in at least a century.

Nino: Childhood friend and later boyfriend to Alya, who happily supports her mystery solving and looks after his fiery and lovable girlfriend. Has a talent for music and defensive magic, and is a local bard. He knows their small village won't keep Alya occupied forever, and once she manifests her illusion magic, decides to follow in the footsteps of the adventurers who saved her and travel the land at Alya's side.

Chloe: Daughter to a backwater Baron, she's been spoiled her whole life in lieu of any parental attention. Her mother is famous in the world of high society, and so Chloe often gets invited to balls and functions where she presents herself as cold and untouchable despite her techincally low station. Once meeting the young prince Adrien, Chloe felt he was unprepared to deal with the "snakes" of the royal court, and took to being an overprotective friend through their childhoods. She still has unresolved anger issues regarding parental figues, and is extremely jealous of a village girl named Marinette, whose town her father's manor happens to be near, for having the loving parents she's always wanted.

Felix: Cousin to Prince Adrien and son of the late Duke Fathom of Lunden. Coming from a prestigious family and looking almost identical to his cousin due to the Graham De Vanily family having historically superior genetics, Felix is not much different than other nobles in terms of attitude. Cold, calculative and extremely cunning, he thrives in situations where backhanded compliments and polite threats are the norm. Having been isolated from the world by his father to be moulded into the "perfect heir", Felix lacks proper social skills, making up for this fault with sarcasm and quick wit.

Kagami: Princess to one of the Eastern Kingdoms, Kagami Tsurugi is the daughter of a queen despised by her people. Perhaps using her last bit of sense, Tomoe Tsurugi has sent her away to be married off to a western prince, who surprisingly turns out to be quite sweet and kind-hearted. However, while she could see herself and Prince Adrien becoming great friends, there exists no true spark of love between them despite his parents' enthusiastic support of their engagement. Kagami is stoic and prefers those who refuse to hesitate or mince their words...and happens to fall in love with exactly such a man. Adrien's cousin Felix, who quickly falls for her in turns during the few short weeks of wedding preparations. Explanaing the situation to Felix's mother and Kagami's fiance, the four devise a plan to ensure everyone gets their happy ending. With Adrien hurrying away to a life of adventure, Kagami is left to adjust to court life with Felix at her side, needing only to ensure Gabriel and Emilie don't realize their son is not who he seems...

Luka: Travelling bard and former boyfriend to one Marinette Dupain Cheng, what Luka lacks in magical profiency is made up for with great empathy and a golden heart. Coming from the family of a famous pirate, Luka sought to venture the world by land, and make a legitimate living unlike his mother, Anarka. Trusting the retired pirate queen with the safety of his younger sister Juleka, Luka left home to travel, and happened upon a village girl he quickly fell in love with. Despite their mutual feelings for one another, Luka still had big dreams of performing in the royal capital someday, and asked Marinette to come with him so they could be together. Unwilling to abandon all she's ever known, she refused his offer, leading to a mutual breakup. Two years later, Luka happens to visit Marinette's home town again, only to realize she's left it behind. Determined to find his one true love, Luka sets out to find out where she's gone, making new friends along the way.

Okay, that's it for the main cast! I have some details about the secondary characters such as Alix, Kim, Mylene, Ivan, miss Bustier, etc. but I'll add them at a later post. If you're interested in someone specific, feel free to shoot me an ask!

Thirdly and lastly, the storyline! I'll be honest, it doesn't necessarily have to be concrete! Since Gabriel is a standup guy and his wife is very much alive, there is no Hawkmoth! I won't spoil if Lila is or isn't here, that's for a later post, but aside from her...there isn't really a villain here. The Adventurer Au is only meant to be a light-hearted slice-of-life type of story, with the occasional beats thrown in regarding the Lore. For example, Alya and Nino becoming adventurers and quickly joining up with Ladynoir to form Team Miraculous. Chloe calling them back to her manor for a job, and joining up with the gang as Queen Bee for a short time. Ladybug bumping into Luka at some point. The Team finally arriving at the Capital, where Marinette has to wrestle between staying with her friends or going after her dreams. Obviously much more, and I do have an entire plotline about what happens when they finally arrive at the Capital regarding Adrien/Chat Noir, Felix and Kagami! That's actually going to be the subject matter next time, since I really want to share it with everyone! Until then, Stay Miraculous!

[reinekes-fox]

The pokémon team anon has returned. I read the Hound Nights demo and got creative.

Starling:

- Starly. The names match! Also, that is Starling's starter, they left the cult together.

- Rufflet. Another cult buddy that escaped with Starling. Rufflet's evolution, Braviary, has this dex entry "For the sake of its friends, this brave warrior of the sky will not stop battling, even if injured." Starling shows similar tendencies towards her family, but much like Rufflet, she still has some growing to do before fully fitting the role.

- Togekiss. A pokémon that enjoys the company of kindhearted people. Starling insists Togekiss stays around for their parents, but it is clear Togekiss really cares for her.

- Drampa. A friendly pokémon that loves children and protects them from danger? Yeah, of course a traumatized cult survivor would end up with one looking after them. MC's family probably gave it to her to help her feel safe.

- Bagon. Just a little baby that wants to fly free and is willing to jump off cliffs to reach its dream.

- Shiftry. Its body is wood, so the nose can serve as an improvised stake. It knows the move Sunny Day, which turns the wheater sunny. It can even read minds. Shiftry is Starling's anti-vampire buddy.

Marian:

- Meowscarada. Green magician cat, that's all.

- Perrserker. Bushy tail, black and grey face, cat. Knows Pay Day (a move that generates free money).

- Male Meowstic. Green-eyed cat with psychic powers. It has the Prankster ability.

- Electabuzz. A pokémon that loves storms just seems fitting. Marian has been raising this one since it was an Elekid.

- Castform. It changes type based on the weather and helps Marian with practical effects, since it can make rain, hail, and even sunshine.

- Female Basculegion. Its dex entry states that females "can afflict a target with terrifying illusions that are under its control. The deeper the sadness in its friends' souls, the paler Basculegion becomes." Marian deserves a fish filled with ghosts.

Theo:

- Mightyena. A pack hunter that values teamwork and is obedient to skilled trainers.

- Mabosstiff. A gentle dog that loves children, but that will take on an intimidating look to protect its family. Theo's Mabosstiff has the Guard Dog ability, which "Boosts the Pokémon’s Attack stat if intimidated. Moves and items that would force the Pokémon to switch out also fail to work."

- Dusknoir. A ghost that guides lost spirits home. Of course the cemetery keeper would end up with one on his team.

- Cubone. Theo saw a little orphan baby and adopted it, no wonder he was ready to take MC in.

- Gyarados. Do not forget what Theo is.

Chrétien/Florence:

- Swoobat. As always, a bat for the vampire. A friendship evolution that gives others positive mood shifts? Very fitting for a vampire who is happy to be someone's best friend... as long as they are of use.

- Skeledirge. Matching its trainer's interests, Skeledirge is both an excellent singer and capable of producing flames at a temperature of 3000 ℃, perfect for burning up a body.

- Drifloon. A pokémon that likes kidnapping children.

- Gorebyss. To quote the dex, "Although Gorebyss is the very picture of elegance and beauty while swimming, it is also cruel. When it spots prey, this Pokémon inserts its thin mouth into the prey's body and drains the prey of its body fluids."

- Vespiqueen. Uses pheromones to control those around it (and make them fight for its sake), much like a vampire does with a hound.

- Hypno. Is it a weird yellow humanoid? Yes. Is it good for getting food in a pinch since it can put people to sleep and drag them away? Also yes.

Welcome back! Glad to see my work can inspire you even more x3

Tbh I would kill for that Pokemon AU...

Also "Shiftry is Starling's anti-vampire buddy." sounds so damn cute!!

Marian.

I love how its just "cat!" and I see they are something... however he and Chase wouldnt get along very well. And the fish looks so tired :(

Theo.

Also whenever I think "awww so cute!" there is always something super dark

Hound MCs totally friendly and absolutely loyal Master /pos as in piece of shit

[intothetlkverse]

Decided to challenge myself by drawing every single TLK character out there, up until this point in time, and post it here. You can see the finished project on my main account, though I figured to post it on my tumblr just show I could proudly show off my work and a few of my head canons.

Here's all the wildebeests/buffalo across TLK, we've got more hoofed animals coming soon:

Starting off with our wildebeest category we have our most recent additions, Thema(queen-African) and her son/Tor(king-African) from the Disney Villains Scar comic. Honesty for the most part I find the comic very disappointing, ruins many pre-established notions of pre-TLK and completely ignored TLG, so I'm mostly discounting it. Things I will not overlook is some of its characters. Queen Zuhour, Kass and Kabeer, the lioness trio, all are welcome to say, but I'll fit them in my own way. However I do also like how they showed how the animals in the Pridelands view Scar, and it did kind of validate my personal running joke of him being a dick and getting instant karma. In the first comic, we see Scar attacking a Thema's calf, saying he had a bad day, only for her to call the herd who all rush for him and knock him back towards the edge of a gorge, then for Thema to come in and plow him in. We then get to see a dream sequence and he wakes up in Rafiki's home and gets healed by him. Now while I do think Thema is justified in protecting her son, as is any mother, plus Scar was violating hunting rules by going after a calf... I do think that at least Mufasa would be concerned that his brother was thrown off a cliff after nearly being run over by a stampede. The falling into a gorge thing seems pretty extra, considering there were vultures circling around to see if he was dead or not. However since this is from Scar's POV, who's the say it wasn't exaggerated/misinterpreted/a lie. In reality, the gorge was a shallow sand pit that scar fell into, right after the herd stampeded him back and then gathered around him to defend Thema's son, in which Thema knocked him him and did her speech thing standing above looking down. Unfortunately this would inspire him to use the stampede to his eventual fratricidal scheme, perhaps with a little schadenfreude towards Thema's herd, after the fearful running, survival instinct wears off for them to realize they were part of the evet which killed Mufasa.

We also have the wildebeest calf and his mother from TLK2, Mbio(race) and his mother Mkia(tail), who I'm interpreting both as white-bearded wildebeest and as a presence in my TLG AU. Mkia is leader of a small herd of wildebeests in the Pridelands and Mbio is known among the herds as the fastest herbivore, in both speed and speaking. In my AU, Mbio replaces Fuli as the fastest on now Lion Guard leader Kiara's team, providing some insight into the prey perspective about how they behave and what best way to mediate with them.

Next up is Nyumbu(wildebeest) is a wildebeest from the story "Zebra Crossing". With the warm-colored wildebeests, I figured to switch it up and make him a blue wildebeest with some emphasis on the adjective. I will admit that I did reference Kazar from The Wild for his design, despite Nyumbu being a good guy with no megalomaniacal plans of eating lions. After losing his wife after many years, he settle don being a bachelor for awhile, before getting together with a local zebra from a nearby migration herd, Milia, and took on a fatherly role for her colt Punda. A kind soul, he unfortunately is considered not the most handsome of his kind, even considered 'creepy' by some. Part of it is just from living so long, fighting other males and predators, lack of dentists though unfortunately a few things like his extra curled horns and his jaw misalignment is something that got passed down to his son with his first wife.

Speaking of which, it's Herman(Live in Heart) from T&P Show's episode "Beauty and the Wildebeest" with his wife Lara/Lairah(stars-Arabic) the gerenuk/giraffe gazelle. These two are a bit of an unique case, being both technically antelopes, yet different species. Inter-species couples have always been a mixed bag, as typically the couple is unable to have offspring, usually resulting in adoption, less they are capable of having hybrid children like mandrill/baboons or leopons, which typically have more health issues then normal. Typically the closer in family they are, like antelopes with different antelopes or meerkats and mongooses the more accepting people are, though there are exceptions, such as Timon and Pumbaa. Mixed couples such as lions with other big cats or between predators and prey are the least accepted, typically due to personal species pride or scrutiny. Lions are notorious for being proud of their bloodlines, so say combining that with a leopard is considered blasphemous and often results in exile or death, as such a casual or romantic relationship too. Relationships between carnivores and herbivores are also concerning, as there's always a chance there might be something sinister behind them, plus the differing behaviors and diets of both. As for homosexual and other such relationships, they're mostly accepted across the world, most exceptions being smaller communities where population or status is more a factor, though as long as it doesn't hurt anyone and the members involved are of consenting age, it's completely fine. Though Herman and Lairah might gets some odd looks, being a Nyassa gnu/blue wildebeest hybrid with a gerenuk with not the best appearances, they're generally accepted among the other animals. One such who isn't accepting of the relationship is Mel/Meli(ship-Igbo) the common tsessebe/topi, aka the antelope Kiara was hunting, though it's more out of jealousy and bitterness that he lost the girl of his dreams, that turned out not to be his dream girl, to a butt-ugly wildebeest, but whatever. At least he gets to be voiced by Jeff Bennett.

Next up we have the sable antelopes, lead by Bupu(empty husk). So apparently sables have matriarchal social structure with a dominant female is the leader and one adult male bull in each herd. Technically someone like Boboka should be leader, however her mate Bupu is the head of the herd. Stubborn and unwavering, sometimes to the herds' detriment though, he's very protective of his herd, though over time his attitude and stubbornness have gotten worse, so Boboka has been making plans to step back in. Honestly, I really had hoped Bupu would've suffered more in "Beshte and the Hippo Lanes". Sure it makes sense that sable antelopes are stubborn, but if you're so stubborn that you don't listen to your rescuer trying to save you just because they weren't polite about it, in a desperate... yeah, I hoped that his herd would have the common sense to see how stupid he was being and follow Fuli out while he gets croc-d to death. I also HC that Mzaha(joke) is his son and that he is a constant source of embarrassment for Bupu, Mzaha frankly doesn't care or even acknowledge Bupu as his sire, something that hurts personally when Mzaha and his chums are publicly honored by Rafiki, yet refuse to go back to their original groups, and eventually Mzaha joins and leads another sable antelope group. His mother is Boboka's sister, who unfortuanutely went through the final step of the Circle of Life to soon, though Boboka was at least kind enough to nurse him and help raise him until she had her own son.

Following up with the remainder of Bupu's herd we have head female Boboka(blabber) and her/Bupu's son Bahi(splendid-Arabic). Much less stubborn than her fellow sable antelope, a brave and loyal mother and fighter, while Bupu may make the herd decisions with is fellow Savannah Summit members, Boboka is the one who keeps the herd in-check, safe, and healthy, open acting as the pragmatic voice to Bupu's hard-headedness and ego.... can you tell I really don't like that guy?

Next up with the bovines and some of the most dangerous animals in all of Africa; the cape buffalos. Starting off we have the most well known, and leader of the herd is Vuruga Vuruga(mix, stir, agitate). Much more friendly and polite then her father, she still can be vindictive and hold grudges, though is more responsible and reflective of her actions. Everyone who knows her can agree that she is a much better leader then her father. And speaking of, though it's hard to believe it at first glance, but her father, for better or for worse, was Boma(fortress) from "A Tale of Two Brothers" and "How True, Zazu?". Mostly aggressive and short-tempered, he can be useful and cooperative when necessary. For the longest time, Boma was thought to have been the one to have given Scar his eye, though this since has been disproven by the discovery of the cobra attack, plus a fight between him and Mufasa which resulted in the bite-scratch becoming more open and a permanent scar. That isn't to say that Boma and Scar had a bad relationship though, as Boma was one of the loudest denouncers of Scar's reign and a large critic to the changes he made. As a result, Boma was one of the first to be targeted by Scar's hyena army, though his children, and the rumor, still live on. To his credit however, Boma was still a reliable fellow at times, such as during the army ant infestation during Mufasa's reign, resulting in the Pridelanders banding together in order to save themselves, although rumor aside he was known for being quite stubborn when it came to sharing things such as the watering hole during a drought. Having the reputation as one of the most deadliest herbivores on the Serengeti comes with some perks, but not for other thirsty animals. Although facing off an army of thirsty elephants, hippos, crocodiles, antelope, giraffes and others, not to mention the pissed off lion pride they just assaulted their prince earlier, perhaps it's best they do try and get along with their brothers and sisters in the Circle of Life. That stint alone almost got him and his herd exiled, and afterwards he was forcibly replaced by another member of his herd as leader. I also imagine he's voiced by Winston Duke, aka Black Panther's M'Baku.

In contrast to Boma's personality, Kula(eat) the cape buffalo(and not the lion) from "Simba and Nala Help Bomo". Unlike Boma, Kula will at least take some prodding before getting upset. He is more willing to help in smaller situations though, indicated when Boma the elephant was stuck in the mud and Simba and Nala got Kula to help get him out. And the last of the cape buffalo we have the Timon & Pumbaa Show's El Toro/Fahali(bull) from "The Pain in Spain". He's a buffalo bull with a temper, though at least he is protective of his herd, which reside out of the Pridelands territory thankfully.

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They rarely get sleep :'D. Running a shop is hard work, especially if ur.. tiny.

Another fun fact: this AU of Wally is taller than the canon Wally :D he is roughly 2'9, when canon is inferred to be 2'4-2'6

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