#a hook in a modern au is a bit strange

[certainty2witch]

Crocodad, in a modern au where he raised Luffy.

I probably wanna expand this au, since I already had something in mind (nothing so original, is more like a common slice of life thing), and maybe giving more informations about.

Let me just say that as a firmly “Crocodile is trans” believer in canon, well i made him afab here too. And is divorced with Dragon, they just keep the child by turns (Croco doesn’t like to see Dragon at all, it ended not so well, but I believe they still have some feelings for eachother).

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[cardansriddle]

You're so dark - (tom riddle x fem!reader) (modern au)

Summary: A mysterious stranger in a bookshop takes a sudden interest in you when he notices your peculiar taste in literature.

Warnings: not proofread bc i'm a bitch like that.

A/N: inspired by arctic monkeys' song "you're so dark" because I'm obsessed with it and I had to incorporate it into my writing somehow.

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The bell chimed distinctly in the dimly lit library, announcing the arrival of a yet new customer. You kept your head hung low, eyes fleeting over the words inked on the pages of the book with brows furrowed in concentration.

It was only when you heard the thump of shoes against the wooden floor did you raise your gaze from the page, only to be met with the sight of a man who looked like he walked straight out of a dark fantasy book. You assumed he would be the anti-hero, with his chiselled features, and dark hair. His face was unfairly handsome, and the self-assured yet stoic expression on his face only proved your theory further. Definitely a villain.

“How may I help you?” You asked after a brief moment of silence, marking the spot where you had left off and carefully setting your book aside to help out the customer.

His dark eyes flickered down to the book, fleeted over the cover before it locked with your own leather jacket clad form. 

He was about to say what he had come after; you could tell he knew what he wanted, but then in a split second, he seemed to change his mind, and he cocked his head to the side, stare still on you.

“What would you recommend?” He asked, and the deep rumble of his voice sent a shiver straight down your spine. He gestured to the book you had just put down. “How about that one?”

You rose an inquisitive brow. “Not many people are fond of Lovecraft’s works. Too dark for their particular tastes.”

The stranger did not seem bothered by your answer, if anything, he was spurred on to continue. “What if I want to read dark literature?”

He watched as your eyes roved over him, lingering for a second too long on the perfect frown of his lips, before you tore your gaze away. “Perhaps you may want to try Edgar Allan Poe.” You suggested. “Dark and poetic.”

“And that is what you like? Dark and poetic?” The stranger asked again, and you felt his stare burn through your whole being as the implication of his question ran deeper than simple literature. He was watching you, in that intense manner of his, and it was enough to ignite fire in your entire being.

You bit your lower lip, before slowly looking up at him. “I think everything dark is naturally poetic.”

Something flashed in his eyes, and you could sense that he was strangely pleased with your reply. A raven cawed from somewhere outside, and a chill ran down your spine at the sudden tension that seemed to hang around the two of you.

“Then Allan Poe it is.” He decided with a subtle smirk tugging at his lips. 

You nodded and began making your way between the shelves to find the book you presumed the stranger would enjoy from the author’s works. You felt him following your trail but did not notice how his eyes had become glued to the tattoo on full display thanks to your shirt that exposed some of your back. The black ink engraved on your skin in the form of a murder of crows sent a sense of thrill through his veins, and with every new thing he discovered about you, he was becoming more and more hooked. 

Rising on your toes, you reached towards the upper shelf to grab the book you presumed the stranger would enjoy, and as the pads of your fingers barely grazed the spine of the object, you suddenly felt warm as a body pressed against your back to retrieve the book with ease.

Your lungs stuttered, struggling to find air to breathe while his chest brushed your back, and then you felt his hand grabbing a firm hold of your waist.

Tom usually withheld himself from such urges, but if there was one thing he knew, it was that he wanted you bad. It was as if all rational thoughts had been drowned by the need to have you. He wanted you down on all fours as he made you scream his name into the night, and he wanted his teeth to be marking your throat with bruises that would stay on you like a tattoo. 

You turned around in his hold to face him and the sight of his form half shrouded in shadows and the other half illuminated by the winter sun seeping through the windows was enough to send your mind reeling. You caught his gaze flickering between your eyes and your lips. As if on instinct, your own dropped to his mouth, and it did not go unnoticed by the stranger.

You did not know who moved first, you did not care, because one second you were staring at one another, and the next his lips were moulded against yours. His hand on your waist circled to your back to hold you tighter against his body, while the other grasped your hair. It was messy, desperate, and urgent— the way he kissed you as if he was a man starved. But you were just as eager, with your back pressed against the bookshelf and your hands running over any part of him you could find as you allowed yourself to get ensnared in his trap.

When you finally pulled away to catch much needed air, you were both panting. His dark eyes roved over you once more before he stepped closer, entirely blocking the sunlight from your view.

"I'm Tom Riddle." He said with his gravelly voice.

And when you gave him your name, it felt as if you willingly handed your soul to the devil instead.

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[midnightlazule]

{NSFW} Size Difference [Enel x G/N!reader] (Modern AU / 2023 KT)

Summary | You go on a date with a man you've only talked to through a dating app, once you meet him you find yourself desperately wanting to share a bed with him.

CW | GN reader / no reader pronouns used / size difference kink / p in non defined hole / Enel is a narcissistic prick as usual / usage of 'my lord' and 'god' as names

The restaurant you sat in was absolutely bustling with activity, plenty of fancy people came in and left, all of which were accompanied by their lovers or friends. You were sitting alone, dressed nicely in formal wear as you waited for your date to arrive. Neither of you had actually met in person before, you had found him on a dating app that was all the rave currently, and it seemed that the both of you clicked quite well.

Your own complaint was that the man seemed extremely stuck up, and a bit arrogant, but you were willing to give him a try.

Glancing down at your phone, you sighed, despite arriving early, it seemed your date would be arriving late. As much as you wanted to meet this man, and as much as you wanted this to work out -even though you barely knew him- you weren't willing to stay long, as a date arriving late usually spelt trouble.

Placing your phone on the table, you leaned on your hand, flipping through the menu that you were given. This place was insanely fancy, and it had you wondering if this guy would be the kind to plan a date, eat, and ditch before the bill had to be paid. Personally, you wouldn't complain if the bill was split, it was the right way to do it in your opinion.

A voice sounded from a ways away from you, heavy footsteps caught your attention, and upon looking up you felt your heart leap out of your chest. He was massive standing at a staggering height with broad shoulders and a body build of a god no doubt. You could see his muscles straining against his shirt, had he worn a size too small on purpose? Those buttons looked ready to give out. Is this why he had you refer to him as 'God' over text?

He approached your table, a dazzling smile on his pale face, platinum blonde hair slicked back save for a few stray curls that poked out along his forehead. "You must be, ___, correct?" he hummed, holding out a hand. You took it, mouth agape, "uh- Y-yes! That's me... Sorry haha, I just didn't expect you to be so-"

"Handsome? God-like?" he cut you off, chuckling,

"I.. yes, you're extremely handsome and.. tall" you smiled nervously, trying to calm the warm blush that was spreading over your cheeks. God this guy seemed like an asshole in person, but holy shit did his looks make up for it.

Pulling back his seat, he sat down, giving you another smirk. You felt your heart flutter in your chest, you really weren't expecting to have this kind of reaction, usually dates like these were simple, never really feeling much of a connection. But with this guy? Something about him had you hooked, and you knew you had to have him, even if it was just for one night.

"So" you started, leaning forwards and resting your head on one of your hands. "I'd love to learn more about you, but first, I'd like to get your name... since I only know you as 'God'" you gave him a sweet smile. He sighed, "If I tell you, will you still refer to me as God?" he asked, seeming a little annoyed that you had asked him for his real name. "Well of course" you chuckled.

That's right, play his game, boost his ego, you knew you'd catch this man like a fish and reel him in for the night. It would be easy, or at least that's what you believed. "Enel is my name, but if you absolutely insist on calling me by my name, then call me God Enel" he winked. You blinked, tempted to give him a strange look, you had already told him you didn't mind calling him 'God' as that's what you had been calling him over text for a while. You could already tell this man had a thing for power dynamics, and he clearly preferred to be the dominant one. "Right, of course, God Enel" you played along regardless.

An award winning smile lit up his features, "you're the first person to have no problem with calling me such things, I take great pleasure in knowing you'll obey me and my requests" he interlocked his hands, setting them atop the table. "Tell me, ___, how-" Enel's sentence was cut off by the waiter, who completely missed the irritated glare Enel sent their way.

They looked down at the both of you with a smile, "sorry for interrupting you sir, are you both ready to order?" they asked. "Have you decided what you wanted yet, God?" you looked at the man, leaning on your head and flashing him a bratty smile. He clenched his jaw, giving you a dark look. Beautiful blue eyes stared down with such intensity you thought he'd smite you down.

The waiter gave Enel a nervous look "uh.. sir?" they questioned, tapping their pen on the small notepad they held. "Just give us a few more moments, please and thank you" you smiled apologetically, sending them away. "Are you alright?" you questioned Enel, "I am quite fine, darling" he chuckled, "just.. appreciating how obedient you are, it truly is a rarity" his voice was laced with sarcasm. Giving you a snarky smile, he opened his menu, "let us order our food, I wish to show you many great things once we are finished."

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"So about those 'great things'?" you asked Enel, who was standing next to you outside the restaurant, completely dwarfing you. The both of you had hit it off quite well, talking about common likes and dislikes, you figured out some of his favorite foods were apples and bananas, and that he enjoyed mythological tales of gods and how they came to be. It was cute in your opinion, he seemed like a great guy, just a little too involved in himself. But at least he wasn't too much of a prick, even then, his massive height and good looks really did outweigh all the cons.

"You'll learn soon enough, my dear, do you need a ride?" he pulled out his keys, dangling them from a finger. "If you wouldn't mind" you smiled, a little embarrassed that you had came in a taxi rather than your own vehicle. Then again, most dates you didn't take your car, just incase you happened to get lucky and accompany the person home. In this case, you had hit the jackpot.

"Very well then, to my house it is, if that isn't a problem" you shook your head, following after him. He led you to his car, which was absolutely gorgeous, he clearly took good care of it. "You have a beautiful car, God Enel" you smiled, "Aston Martin One-77, though I like to refer to her as 'Maxim', she's one of my favorites and my most expensive" Enel smirked, he sure loved to flaunt the fact that he had cash.

Surprisingly, he came around and opened the door for you, though you had to assume he just didn't want your handprints all over his expensive car, it was still a sweet gesture. "My house is a little bit aways, you wont mind a bit of a drive, will you?" he asked as he got comfortable on the drivers side. "No, I don't mind at all" you pulled on your seatbelt and placed your belongings in your lap.

The car ride was quiet, save for the music playing over his radio, you were surprised to hear the large amount of rap that played. Though you supposed everyone had their music tastes, so who were you to judge. Soon enough, the both of you made it to his home, and to say it was beautiful was an understatement. Enel chuckled, "Isn't it glorious? Fit for a God, fit for me" he sighed, looking up at his home. "It's stunning" you smiled, "come, let us go inside."

His house was even more grand and beautiful on the inside than it was the outside, crystal chandeliers, grand staircases, anything expensive you could think of, he seemed to have it. Leading you to his kitchen, he wasted no time pulling out a couple wine glasses, "I hope you like wine" he hummed, pouring you a glass. His hand completely dwarfed everything he touched, you began questioning how this man functions using such small things when he was a literal giant.

As you were watching him, you spaced out and began imagining just how large his body would be against yours, he could probably cover your whole body with ease. "Thinking naughty things are we?" his question brought you back to the real world, "don't worry, dear, I know I'm an absolute masterpiece to look at" he winked, "but please, if you're going to stare, do so at my face and not my chest."

You sputtered a quick apology, looking down while your face burned bright red, "no need to apologize, I know it's hard to look away" he passed you your glass. "Thanks.." you muttered, taking a small sip from it, "Uh.. God? you never answered my question earlier, what exactly were the things you wanted to show me?" you tried to divert the subject.

He looked at you, cocking an eyebrow, "this" he motioned to his home, "I wanted to show you this, my humble abode, fit for a God" you blinked, feeling a bit disappointed. "Oh.. well, I-It's great!" you chuckled, taking another sip of your wine. "You sound dispirited, did you think I was offering something else?" he crossed his arms, "I- well, I thought-"

"Thought what?" he said suddenly, "that I brought you here to take you to bed?" he inquired, taking a step closer. "Well, I mean, yeah?" you nervously chuckled. Suddenly, he laughed, a cruel smile stretched his lips. "You really believed that I would have sex with you?" he snickered, drawing closer enough to capture your face with his hand. Holding your chin with his thumb and pointer finger, he leaned down, breath fanning your face.

Humiliation crawled up your spine and tears pricked your eyes. "You are not worthy to even touch me, what makes you think you're worthy to be fucked by me? Hm?" he asked, his blue eyes boring into yours.

Swallowing, you felt the unmistakable tingle of arousal in your gut, another deep blush covered your face, trailing down to your neck. Enel raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised that you were getting turned on as he sat and humiliated you, "what a nasty little thing you are" he scoffed, letting your chin go roughly. "You want me to grace you with my cock? get down and beg for it like a good disciple" he grinned, taking a few steps back.

"Go on, I'm waiting" he said lowly, motioning with his hand for you to get on the ground. Despite how embarrassing it was, you slid down onto your hands and knees, even going as far as to crawl forwards and bow at his feet. Laying your head down against your hands, you let go of any kind of dignity you had left.

"Please my Lord- God Enel, bless me with a night in your bed, a night with you" your voice shook with shame. "I beg of you, please God!" raising your hands above your head, you put them both together in prayer, "I pledge to do nothing but pleasure you, my God" you begged.

Enel looked down at you, smirking, but clearly surprised. He hadn't expected you to go through with it, truthfully, he expected you to get up and leave like all his other past dates. He shivered with delight, the fact that you were so willing to give up your dignity just for a night of vast and immense pleasure with him was one of the highest compliments you could offer.

Pants growing tight, his erection throbbed. The thought of bending you over and fulfilling your prayers seemed all too enticing now, and what kind of God would he be if he didn't reward his disciples? Undoing the buttons of his overshirt with one hand, he made his way past you, motioning you to follow with his other hand. "Get up and follow, your prayers have been answered" he gazed back at you, "don't keep me waiting now."

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His room was extravagant to say the least, windows stretched from the floor to the ceiling, allowing moonlight to shine through and pour over Enel. You watched with silent awe as he removed his shirt, showing off the curves of his well toned muscle, and in that moment he truly looked like a God.

"You're... beautiful" you breathed, blushing a bit from how cheesy it was, even if it was the truth. Enel turned, off put but nonetheless pleased by the sudden compliment, he smiled. "Come, remove your clothing, get on the bed" he left no room for complaints or questions. Doing just as he asked, you awkwardly removed your clothing, nearly stumbling a few times.

By the time you managed to remove every article of clothing upon your body, Enel was already comfortable on his bed, one long outstretched while the other hung off and dangled lazily. "You take far too long" he sighed, watching you with a bored expression. Not wanting him to wait any longer, you quickly approached him, climbing up on the bed and in between his legs. Your body was warm, and your groin throbbed with need.

Arousal stirred in your gut, washing away all the nervousness, a shaky sigh left your lips as you took first initiative. You could see his cock straining against his boxers, and by no means did he look small. A rumble sounded in his chest as you leaned down and left soft kisses along his chest, traveling farther down until you met with his happy trail. "May I?" you questioned, hooking your fingers over the hem of his boxers, raising his hips, he gave you permission to remove them.

A growl rumbled in his chest as the cold air hit his groin, you watched with a clenched jaw as it throbbed, bobbing ever so slightly. Glacing up at Enel, you lowered yourself, placing your lips on the underside of his shaft, you slowly kissed upwards until you met with his tip. You were surprised to feel the Prince Albert piercing that adorned it, though this did not hinder you. Taking him into your mouth, you heard him hiss through his teeth, clearly pleased with your performance thus far.

"That's it" he groaned, head lolling back enough to expose his Adams apple. You watched as he swallowed, and wondered how it'd feel to adorn his neck along with the rest of his body with hickeys. What would people think? Seeing a massive man such as Enel covered in love bites? You figured he'd be angry about such 'ugly' things, especially if they were visible to the naked eye.

But temptation swirled heavy in your mind, replacing your mouth with your hand, you jerked him off and scooted in closer. He watched you with a raised eyebrow, clearly questioning what you were up to before you lowered yourself and sank your teeth into his pec. You bit down hard enough to leave a mark, and elicit a sharp inhale from the man. His hands flexed, but remained still as you sucked on his flesh. Removing your lips with a small 'pop' you admired your handy work, "think you're funny?" Enel questioned, watching you with a frown.

"No, but I think you look great" you winked, confidence at an all time high. You gave his tip a light squeeze, "I'd love to leave more if you'd allow me?" you giggled, adding a quick "please God?"

"Off" he growled, glaring at you. Your smirk immediately faded, removing your hand, you fumbled backwards, trying to not get your saliva coated hand on his blanket. "You think it's funny to disobey me? Your God?" he huffed with annoyance. "Get to the edge of the bed and bend over, naughty disciples such as yourself deserve punishment" his frown deepened.

You watched him for a moment longer before hastily making your way to the edge of the bed and bending over. "I hope this lesson is one you will never forget, peasant, now tell me... Who is your God?" he asked, making his way behind you. You could feel his cock resting against your backside, "You.. You are, my Lord" you answered, voice slightly muffled. "What was that?" he growled, splaying his hand over an ass cheek, rubbing it. "Answer me, lamb" he raised his hand, bringing it down harshly against you.

A yelp left your lips, "Y-You! You are-" his hand cracked down upon you once again, "again, say it correctly" a pitiful cry left your lips. "Come on, what happened to all that confidence?" he taunted, "surely you can answer one simple thing" raising his hand, he waited.

"You are my God, p-please, God Enel, have mercy on me" you whimpered, hands digging into the soft bedsheets. He lowered his hand, finally pleased with your answer, "good, was that so hard?" he cooed, spitting into his hand. You felt him slather his saliva against your hole, having to lift you by your hips, your feet hovered above the floor as he angled himself and pushed in. A choked cry left your lips at the sudden intrusion, feeling him stretch you to your limits, you were convinced he'd break you in half.

His thrusts were quick but deep, bottom out with each buck of his hips, he kept a strong hold on you as he practically used you. "Doing so good for your God" he groaned, "look at me, watch me as I grace you with my seed."

You turned, craning your neck to look back at him with your tear stained face, your lips parted with whimpers and moans. "Please God, please fill me" you sputtered, eyebrows furrowed as you watched with hazy sight. The moon shone brighter on him as it peaked through the window, lighting up his features with a stunning soft white. You continued to beg him, repeating his name like a mantra, your vision went white as you saw stars.

Enel moaned out, giving one last hardy thrust he came deep inside of you, painting your insides white. Pulling out, he sighed, slightly irritated about the mess you made on his bed, "bathroom is on the right, go get yourself cleaned up" he stretched, leaving you along in his room as he made his way into his closet.

You sat there, trying to catch your breath while his cum leaked down your leg. 

[jurijyuu]

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Master List of Works

Alastor x Reader

Scratch an Itch - Work in Progress (38/50?) (last updated 11/18/2024)

After months of living in the hotel, you’d come to know and be friends with everyone. You notice that Alastor was acting a bit strange today. Turns out, it’s time for his antlers to shed velvet. In an attempt to become friends with him, you offer to help. Tags: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Reader-insert, light cannibalism, bad puns, fluff, Slow Burn, Non-Con Cannibalism, Manipulation, Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Dad Jokes, Soft Alastor, Mildly Naive Reader, Biting, Blood, Dancing, Coffee Dates

AO3 Chapters ACT 1: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 ACT 2: 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29 ACT 3: 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38 In Progress

I wanna take a ride on your radio stick (NSFW) - Completed (2/2)

Being sick sucks ass. Unfortunately, your boyfriend is the Radio Demon who’s too busy to keep an eye on you as you recover. As you sleep through your cold, your boyfriend leaves you his mic to keep in touch in case you need help. Note: No, you do not use his mic as a dildo. That's Vox's kink. Tags: Gender-Neutral Reader, Masturbation, Dry Humping, Established relationship, Male Masturbation, Alastor discovers ASMR AO3 Chapters 1, 2

Breakfast (NSFW) - One shot

When his patience finally reached his limit, he decided to finally have a taste of the little human he'd pulled into their little hotel. Tags: Female Reader, Non-con/Dub-con, Bondage, Kidnapping, Cunnilingus, PIV sex AO3 Link

Whiskey Lips (SFW) - One Shot

Or the time you kissed your friend at a concert. Tags: Human!AlastorxReader, Modern AU, Second Person POV, Drunk Kisses, Unrequited Love (or is it?)

Adam x Lucifer

In the Ashes of the Garden

Hooked on Hazbin (Dead by Daylight x Hazbin Hotel Crossover) AO3 Link

When death came for him a final time, a new god reached out her black-fogged hands with a promise. "Kill for me." She whispered. "Only if I can drag that punk Lucifer with me too!" Tags: Hazbin Hotel x Dead By Daylight Crossover, Stabbing, Slashing, Typical DBD stuff, angst, hurt

[wangxianficrecs]

once upon a time, 很久很久以前 by gentil-minou (Flyingsuits)

once upon a time, 很久很久以前

by gentil-minou (Flyingsuits) (@gentil-minou)

M, WIP, 52k, Wangxian

Summary: Once upon a time, there lived a magical boy who was lost far, far away from home… Wei Wuxian is perfectly ready to celebrate another mediocre birthday alone when a ten-year-old shows up on his doorstep claiming to be his son. This kid is convinced they and everyone in his town were dragged away from their xianxia world and cursed to live as ordinary citizens in a mundane small town, and he's certain that Wei Wuxian is the key to saving them all. He sounds insane, but, well, Wei Wuxian likes him. Besides, what else can he do but follow him? (A Wangxian AU based on the show Once Upon a Time, no prior knowledge of said show necessary) Kay's comments: This story is super fascinating and has me completely hooked! Set in a modern setting, Wei Wuxian lives quite the miserable and lonely life until A-Yuan suddenly appears and basically leads him into a little village where he encounters Lan Wangji amongst other familiar characters and things are actually more than a little strange in that village. Wangxian's relationship starts out incredibly well only to immediately crash and I'm so looking forward to how they will find their way back to each other. Excerpt: Until he hears a quiet cough and looks down to see a little boy. At first, he thinks maybe he’s a trick-or-treater who got a bit lost, but Wei Wuxian’s building is secured with a key and callbox entry. Plus, although he’s been wandering streets alone since forever, he’s pretty sure a kid this young would have a chaperone with him. He looks behind the kid and doesn’t see anyone else there. But instead of asking something sensible like where his chaperone may be or even if the kid’s lost, he blurts, “How did you get in?” The boy tilts his head and replies, “The front door. It wasn’t locked, I just walked in.” So much for secured entry. But that doesn’t really answer why there is a human child at his door at nearly midnight. There’s definitely a law somewhere that says that’s illegal, probably. The kid, who can’t be more than ten years old and really should have learned about stranger danger by now, beams up at him, as if technical breaking and entering is something to be proud of. Which, okay, maybe Wei Wuxian is kind of impressed by that.

pov alternating, modern setting, modern with magic, transmigration, amnesia, mystery, somebody lives/not everybody dies, wei wuxian has self-esteem issues, sad wei wuxian, lonely wei wuxian, single parent lan wangji, developing relationship, lan wangji/others, fluff and angst, slow burn, mutual pining, angst with a happy ending, once upon a time fusion, curses

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[fandom-girls-stuff]

If you got anymore abo acesan im not opposed to hearing it

YES, I DO! (I'm extremely excited to receive an ask)

One particular that is on my mind is a Modern Werewolf au inspired by the fic Heavy on my mind.

Here, werewolfs have secondary genders,  and some of these folsk are living in separate communities or some live in society. The Strawhats formed their own pack, which is mixed because some of them are human.

Luffy has a birthday party with his crew/pack, and of course, his brothers are there as well. Long story short, Ace and Sanji drunkenly hook up. Morning after they just decide this not going to affect their relationship. (Which a little bit sucks because Sanji has a crush on Ace) They go their separated way, but fate brings them back together when Sanji shows signs of pregnancy a few weeks later.

But that's impossible. Sanji thoughs. It should be impossible because Sanji is a werewolf, and Ace is a human. He tells the crew/pack, and they support him, but they still ask who the other parent is. Anxiously, but he confesses that it's Ace. What surprises him is that Luffy is not mad. Luffy is not mad because then, as the pack leader, he doesn't have to accept some rando into the pack (he would accept the rando too. They just have to be a nice person)

A few days later, Sanji builds up the courage to tell Ace. Which also has to come with him telling Ace he is a werewolf and that Luffy is the leader of a mixed pack. (And maybe he tells him he has a little crush on him) At first Ace is confused but not angry and pretty quickly accepts the responsibilities (mostly because he doesn't want to be like his own dad) After they discuss what exactly Sanji needs for a more bearable pregnancy, one which is the scent of the other parent, Ace decides to move in with Sanji.

One day they have a cuddle session which calms Sanji's omega so much he almost doesn't notice Ace shoveing his nose in the back of his neck, licking the scent glands, and almost biting it. Sanji quickly comes to his senses to yank Ace's head from his neck. The other just yelps in confusion being forcefully woken up from his nap.

"What's wrong?" asks Ace

"You were licking my neck and tried to bite it!"

"I did? Sorry, I probably had a very vivid dream about food or something. Huh, but I did smelled something good. Is that bad?"

Bad? That's strange! It's peak alpha behavior, my guy. Which you shouldn't be!

This goes to the point that one day, while the Strawhats hang out, he out of nowhere growls at Zoro while he bickered with Sanji. Zoro, of course, instinctively feels treathened, and a fight almost breaks out, but Luffy and Jinbe stop them. Now everbody confused and Ace is even more. He has these thoughts and urges he can't put his hands on. As the senior Alpha Jinbe suggests that Zoro goes home to cool off, they cut their hang out short, and he stays to talk to Ace. This leads Ace to tell his new experiences since he lives with Sanji.

So Jinbe finally asks the question, "Are you sure you are a human? Because a while ago you were acting like you were protecting your mate from another Alpha." And Sanji, being there the whole time, understands what older means. Ace might not be what he thinks he is. It turns out, after some investigation (as in Ace telling the name of his bio parents), he is actually a half werewolf and an Alpha none the less.

I actually planned to write a fanfiction out of this. I want it to focus on Sanji's pregnancy and Ace learning to be a werewolf as well.

[sl-vega]

✧Xingqiu's victims friends✧

✧Xingqiu✧-member of the literature club and in honors English, he's the second born son of the CEO of Feiyun Corp. He discovered his love and reading and writing at a young age. when he was 10 he wrote a fanfic as a joke but to his surprise it went viral. he forgot the account's password so he never got around to deleting it. comes off as an absolute gentleman, but he's actually a bit of a gremlin, he means well though.

✧Chongyun✧-Not affiliated with any clubs, but is usually dragged along with whatever Xingqiu is interested in. Xingqiu moved into his neighborhood and found chongyun at their local library reading about ghosts when they were six. Since then the two have been inseperable, and Xingqiu's helped Chongyun be more social. Though he never directly states it, he's really grateful for his friend.

✧Xiangling✧-President of the cooking club, her father owns a famous restaurant where she works part time. Her and Xingqiu met in elementary school when she gave him one of her strange original recipes. Her recipes may sound disgusting, but they're actually pretty good (except for the slime smoothies, those are an acquired taste)

✧Hu Tao✧-member of the science club (only attends meetings that involve dissecting things though). Her family owns a funeral parlor that she frequently advertises, she often stops people in the hallway telling them that she can hook them up with a free closet. Xingqiu met her when she offered to help out with his pet fish's funeral when they were kids. She might seem a little eccentric at first (she is) but at the end of the day, she's a true friend.

✧Yanfei✧-member of the debate club. Her father is an attorney, and he taught her about laws and court rules. She knows the law like the back of her hand, and she's also great at finding loopholes within the law. She's helped her friends (only mainly Hu Tao) out of the Principal's office on numerous occasions, but she's also really great at winning arguments. Long story short, don't mess with yanfei

additional notes:

-xingqiu is a wattpad author, fight me

-ao3 > wattpad tbh

-xiangling def has one of those aesthetic food pages

-they're aesthetic until you actually read the ingredients tho

-lowkey considering making hu tao x yanfei a sideship tbh

-yes it's canon that albedo draws the namecards in this au

-chongyun's twitter header is actually a hybrid between his namecard and xingqiu's

-chongyun's twitter header found here

-yanfei pfp found here

-everything else is either an in game-screenshot or from pinterest

✧Sticking to the Script✧

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Pairing: Xingqiu x FEM! Reader

Genre: fake dating, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst (?), high school smau, modern smau

⋆｡°✩-Synopsis: Xingqiu just got entered into a special writing contest, the type that's invite only, the theme this year is love, the only problem is that he has zero romantic experience. but he really wants to prove himself as a writer. meanwhile, you just found out that your boyfriend cheated on you, and you need to show him that you're 100% over him, the only problem is that there's no way you can get an actual boyfriend that quickly. clearly, the solution to both of your issues is to fake date each other. it shouldn't be hard for an actor such as yourself, all you need to do is stick to the script.

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[kasasagi-eye]

Can I ask your top 10 fav fics ever (from any fandom, if you don't mind)?

Also, just curious, is there a story behind your name "kasasagi-eye "?

Okay this one is fun so here we go! Number one is pretty much set in stone, while 2 to 9 are just in the order they come to me AND are in the fandoms I've been enagged with in recent years, because I move fandoms a lot. Let's say that if I happened to be stranded somewhere with no Internet these are the fics I would like to have with me, at this moment.

desynchronization by Ontogenesis (hikaru no go, Ogata/Sei) It has: an amnesiac displaced out of time who was formerly a ghost and lots of relationship drama. I reread this pretty much every year. One of my favorite things about this is that while it is written in english, the characters' dialogues flow AS IF THEY WERE IN JAPANESE, and I can hear they actually say these senteces. Which to me is an amazing feat.

Game of Stacks by CommaSplice (GoT, multiple ships). Such a well-thought modern AU is hard to come by.

if living can be this by Lise (MDZS, songxuexiao). My fave Yi City redemption fic. Lise is one of my all time fave authors becuase of the excellent characterizaiton and dialogue; I orignally got hooked by their Steve/Loki works in Marvel fandom, which are also amazing.

This Side of Rain by Erinye (Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell, squarejohn). I love this one for making me see the benefits of unlinear narrative, and what has to be one of the most agonizingly equisite description of pining in fiction.

Unwilling Sleep by Telanu (this author also has other pseodonyms but I don't remember them off the bat (Petshop of Horrors, Leon/Count D) It has: an immortal character becoming mortal, and all it entails.

Listerworld by Kahvi, Roadstergal (Red Dwarf, LIster/Rimmer). One of the most unique plots I've read, befitting the uniqueness of the source material. Also, pining.

The Most Important Thing by NorthenSparrow (Supernatural, destiel). All of their destiel works are amazing but this one has amnesia, which is one of my favorite tropes so ^^

Wizardry By Consent by Sixthlight (Rivers of London, Peter/Nightingale). I love all of this author's works in the fandom, amazing writing.

Не в нашей власти by Ликующий Октаэдр. (SVSSS, bingjiu) This fic is a bit longer than my preferred fic length, which is up to 200k words and moreover still ongoing, but manages to keep the (extremely well crafted) story interesting. Amazing bingjiu interactions.

Дождь и Ветер by Eswet (Nirvana in Fire, Prince Yu/Mei Changsu). A great redemption fic for my favorite evil prince and some proper food to ease the hunger for my favorite rarepair (71 works on AO3 including two paltry attempts of my own T_T) Honorable mentions go to many fics by esama in Hikaru no Go and Harry Potter fandoms out of which I cannot pick a single one, bingjiu fics by xpityx, The Lotus Eaters by aldora 89 (Kirk/Spock). oh wait and also A bit of Fragnance by Silvercistern (now orphaned because the author got harassed by f***ing antis in a different fandom), which is a great arranged marriage AU for Quan Yizhen/Yin Yu (TGCF). And --- I MUST HIT SEND ALREADY BECAUSE I COULD GO ON FOR HOURS TRUST ME (Oh wait you also asked about my nickname, so just a short explanation - Kasasagi means magpie in Japanese and it is how my writing works - I steal the shiny bits of everything I see (and read) and put them together.)

[roselightfairy]

8, 10 and 19 for the fic writer asks!

Oh thank you for asking! From this list of questions:

8. if you had to write a sequel to a fic, you’d write one for…

Whenever I've "had" to write sequels for fics, it has been entirely because I've felt internally compelled to continue the story! Which is to say that a lot of my fics, even those that were supposed to be one-offs, already have sequels! But I do have a few fics that I've long wanted to write sequels for, but the must just hasn't moved me in that direction.

Love in a Time of Politics: I loved exploring this soft no-war AU so much, and these gentler, peaceful versions of the characters and their families. I've tried a couple of times to start an epistolary sequel to this one that is Legolas and Gimli getting to know each other better, working out a betrothal, etc., but it just hasn't had the real juice to get started (and epistolary is hard for me to write). But I would love to do it someday!

Full Moon (and by extension, Words Unspoken). Words Unspoken was actually supposed to be a one-off, and then Full Moon was already the sequel-prequel that begged to be written - but I left off the ending of the fic with a bit of a tantalizing sequel hook, and one day I'd love to write it!

Muse: Oh, the sequel to Muse is the white whale I'll never really accomplish. The premise of this story is so wild and out-there that I really wanted to try writing about Legolas from LOTR learning how to adjust to a modern life, but it got angsty really fast in my head and it also just didn't quite come together. HOWEVER! Artist @theycallme-ook did make an adorable comic series follow-up that I'm digging back into and kicking my feet wildly about, that you should absolutely check out!

10. what is the longest amount of time you’ve let a draft rest before you finished it?

This is hard to say! I've had stories I've picked up in stops and starts, and I don't know how complete a draft needs to be to fit this bill, but probably the two most notable stories for this are The Better Part of Valor and Haven. The very first scene of Better Part was actually one of the first pieces of LOTR fanfic I wrote, back before I was publishing - and it sat for four years. I assumed it was unfinished forever, but I kept wishing I'd get the right click to pull it back out and finish it, and finally that came along in the summer of 2021! Haven, similarly, was a story I wrote the first scene of back in the summer of 2022, and then finally got myself together to finish two years later after a lot of fandom journeying.

It's funny, because I'm running @goodintentionswipfest right now and encouraging people to post unfinished drafts, but at the same time . . . sometimes you really do come back to those stories!

19. the most interesting topic you’ve researched for a fic

You know, I'm actually not sure about this one! I don't tend to do as many research deep-dives as I know some people out there do (and definitely feel a little guilty about it). I've researched some strange things from time to time, but I'll just go with a mention that my ongoing splinter sect AU has been so inspired by my graduate work in cultural studies that it now has its own accompanying "inspired by" bibliography. It's not exactly a list of references, more just theorists and work that has inspired me spiritually, but I think it's probably the most research-intensive thing I've done. Also I read Pedagogy of the Oppressed recently for the sake of inspiration for something else I'm trying to work on within that universe (but also I should have read the book long ago), so I guess that does count as research!

Thank you so much for asking these! I had a ton of fun answering them. <3 I am happy to continue answering if others feel inspired to ask from the list!

[crestfallercanyon]

I got tagged in some questions from @callivich and while I didn't answer all of them, I've got some! (I also kept these answers Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich centric, though I did have a couple thoughts about just the show generally haha). Anyway --

What’s a fic you’ve read more than once? makes a cathedral, him pressing against me and then the companion piece and we will be like sailors, swimming in the sound of it by misandrywitch and intimatelyrearranged respectively -- they're just really good post-mickey's-coming-out-fics which I tend to love every rendition but those ones are really good (also I, like many tumblr people, love richard siken, so it had me hooked from the start)

What’s a headcanon you can’t stop thinking about? I love the idea that Ian gets really into photography. I think when he's settled in life he takes a lot of photos He's a sentimental guy, I think he's someone who would definitely have photos of his family in his wallet, and would just love taking pictures. (I also like the idea of when he is struggling, maybe going through a manic phase, this propensity to take photos is helpful for his family to find him and figure out what mental state he's in because the photos are kind of all over the place or of things that aren't there). And then ever since finding out Noel Fisher actually plays the piano, I love the idea that Mickey always wanted to play piano. (and that after expressing this desire that was when Terry tattooed his knuckles as an attempt to quash this dream). It's something I may explore in a fic later on.

What’s an idea you’d love to create if you had the time/inspiration? I have a bajillion but we'll stick with two that I'm not actually currently trying to write -- Kind of a strange idea, but I loved -- especially earliest seasons -- Sheila Jackson. Her struggle with agoraphobia was really heartwrenching (I love the scene where she finally leaves the house for the first time both for Liam and for Karen -- she's just someone who I rooted for then so uncomplicatedly). Anyway, I have an idea where Mickey, before Terry's dead but maybe safely with the Gallaghers, starts to develop agoraphobia like Sheila Jackson had. He finally feels safe at home and he starts to really fear the outside world, and it sneaks up on him, because he's supposed to be fine right? But he's not. He keeps repressing this fear and now it's coming out in this way of being unable to leave the house. And Ian -- from Fiona -- thinks to call Sheila Jackson. With Sheila's help, Ian and her and Mickey actually have interactions. I just think it'd be a really interesting dynamic, because Sheila was so motherly and kind and Mickey I think would hate that at first, but it's also kind of the care he should have had? Anyways, it's strange, but I'd love to explore it. The other one I have is a North American Western Au. Usually I don't write modern-world-setting canon in other contexts but for gallavich I have ideas. And I love western aus, I've written one for another fandoms, it's just fun. Maybe a small town where Ian was a sheriff but he struggles with his disorder and so he resigned; and then Mickey is part of the Milkovich gang that's raising hell all throughout the state but ends up finding Ian and... well if I ever actually write it you'll see.

What’s a plot hole you wish had been answered or resolved? I just wish the show would talk about characters that left more often. Or things that happened in their past more often. The only one they seemed to have done a decent job with in the beginning is Jimmy-Steve. But like, why the heck don't they mention Mandy? Or Karen? Or... ANYONE? That and there are events that should absolutely be referenced again. All of the shit with 3.6 at some point could probably use a rehash of trying to process that trauma. The characters talk a bit about what happened with Monica, or Fiona when Ian and Lip were kids, in later seasons they should be telling the stories of what happened in the early seasons to Liam or Carl or Franny or whoever. I understand many shows drop things for sake of the future plots, but as Shameless is a family drama, things that are dramatic in the family I think could have maintained their relevance for longer. Especially since Shameless has such a brilliant focus on generational trauma and how the kids are, in many ways, going to become their parents in some aspects (but how much so is up to them) it would have been neat for them to actually discuss some of the scars they earned during the show.

What scene or moment do you feel isn’t discussed enough? I don't know how much more it could be discussed, but I want to discuss it lmao -- but when Mickey says "missed ya", with the cigarette in his mouth and Ian responds with "really?" To me, it's the first time that Mickey says something real to Ian about their relationship, really the first acknowledgment that there's something to miss. He says this, and it's something he's said with no ulterior motive that he knows will make Ian happy, really for only the sake of making Ian happy. It will probably get him laid because this is Ian and they're both horny teenagers, but there's no guarantee, and that's clearly not why he's saying it. The best part of the interaction, though? The way Mickey smiles because he knows Ian's going to be thrilled. That like preemptive "watch this" and then he says it. I just, there's something really sweet about the interaction in a way that Mickey never let himself be previously.

What line/dialogue/description from something else (a poem, a book, a tv show, a movie, or something else) do you feel describes Ian and Mickey’s relationship? There's also a song aptly named "Goodnight Chicago" by Rainbow Kitten Surprise that immediately had me thinking about these two. Here's one verse: "...I killed a man there, in spite, and when he died, I took his place/eighteen made you callous to the kisses that you gave/a course exchange, a cause for blame, and I stood out in the rain/You killed a man there, and I cried, but the rain masked the hurt behind your face/by the way dear, we're alive, and it hurts 'cause we survived."

I'm going to leave this as an open tag and also reference the original questions from callivich because there's some great ones! I did a reblog because I figured this would be overwhelming if I answered on their asks. But please go ahead and answer and hope you enjoyed what you've read here lol. <3

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

Hooked

Summary: Written for AI-less Whumptober 2023 Day 29. Set in a Modern-ish AU. After a storm, Eret spends his time finding the merman who saved him from drowning.

Warning: /

Rating: General

Characters: Eret

Pairing: Minor Eretcup

Words: 823

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Prompt: “The easy way or the hard way?”

Whumpee: Eret

Author’s Notes: I originally had a different idea for this one, one that was way more intense and was actually Hiccstrid instead of Eretcup. But this is the fourth year in a row that my (AI-less) Whumptober time did not go as planned because of things entirely out of my control. This month is cursed. :)

So I had to keep that (relatively long) idea for a different day and come up with a shorter idea.

And thus this AU was born!

I honestly only got to write it because I FINALLY got the time to.

Enjoy!

@ailesswhumptober

XOXOX

Today, just like many days, Eret finds himself staring at the sea. Leaning on the edge of his fishing boat, he stares down into the water. He should be paying attention, he should be casting his nets for today's catch, but instead he's wasting his time staring into the abyss.

About a month ago to the day, Eret's boat got caught in a terrible storm. He knew it was coming, but he still went out anyway, figuring he would be back in time. So instead of the catch of the day, he landed himself in trouble. The waves were wild and merciless, throwing his boat around until it capsized and he found himself in the dark depths he’s now staring into.

It was impossible to tread water, he couldn’t even reach the surface. Legs kicking, arms swinging, lungs burning. He found himself in the exact kind of position no one swimming in a large body of water wants to be in. Desperately reaching for the surface and yet not gaining an inch towards air.

Needless to say, Eret thought he was going to die.

Until…

A shape.

It was almost impossible to see in water so dark, but he could vaguely see it moving. He could’ve sworn it was shaped like a man, yet swam as fluid as a fish.

The last thing Eret remembered were the hands that grabbed him and the eyes that they belonged to. They were distinctly human and yet the pupils said something different. They were too large and they were that way to soak up what little light there was.

The next thing Eret remembers is when two paramedics loaded him into an ambulance to be taken to the local hospital. Obviously he made it or he wouldn’t be here today. But it’s the story behind his survival that adds another layer of weirdness.

Eret was found on a beach. There was a lot of junk left on that beach after the storm, Eret didn’t stand out even a little bit, yet he was found with ease.

Because apparently, someone approached a passerby, led her straight to him and that’s how the paramedics were called.

And now, a month later, Eret still searches for him. The one who saved his life, the owner of the hands that pulled him from the depths and those strange eyes.

Minutes pass by as Eret stares down into the dark water, minutes of seeing nothing below. Whatever or whoever he saw that day, they haven’t been seen since.

He sighs and straightens. Eyes closing, he conjures up the mental image he has of his savior. He can’t help it, they’ve been on his mind for the past month now.

According to the descriptions given to him when he asked around , he was a guy. A tall guy, a lean guy. With a head of auburn hair and striking green eyes. All of that and that he wasn’t wearing too much. A jacket, Eret’s, and that’s it. It was as if he'd “stepped right out of the ocean” as he was told. But there is one part that always seemed to stand out to people; how striking those eyes are.

It’s strange. While Eret’s muddled memory doesn’t allow him to remember every second of his rescue, he doesn’t remember seeing any green.

He just remember his pupils, his hands, and that odd fish-like movement.

He’s been left with questions and a lot of them. He tried to find him on land, he wanted to thank him. While he has no idea what he would be doing swimming in the ocean in the middle of a storm, Eret is grateful.

But it didn’t matter who he asked, he couldn’t find a sign of him. Not on the mainland and not online, a place he doesn’t traverse much anyway.

Or maybe he hadn’t tried hard enough, because there was a part of him that kept telling him that he was just not looking in the right place.

So every day following his last search, Eret took to the sea with his boat- it’s a rental until he can afford a new secondhand one- to catch fish to sell and instead he spends his time staring down into the water. Not for fish, but for something more mystical.

A mermaid. Or merman, he supposes.

The thought almost sounds too crazy, but dragons are real, so why not merfolk? Those who come from a sailor lineage like him know they were real once.

Eret walks over to the wheel and grabs it, planning on moving on. For days on end, he’s been posted in the general area he almost drowned in, hoping to get a glimpse of the one who saved him.

He’s not ready to give up. Whether the easy way or the hard way, Eret will find him somehow.

In a weird way, though he’s the fisherman, he’s also the one who’s been hooked.

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hi! Could I get a matchup for Attack on titan and Bungo stray dogs, please? -Pronouns: Any -Sexuality: Bisexual -Zodiac/MBTI: Scorpio, INFP -Appearance: I have short and curly dark brown hair, the eyes of the same colour, pale skin, hooked nose and I'm tall 5'8". I'm overweight. -Personality: I am very shy, I always try to be nice to everyone, and I am very reserved at first. Once you get to know me I become a great joker, with a great sense of dark humor. I always try to take care of my loved ones, although I have a hard time telling them how much I care about them. -Likes and Dislikes: I really like romance books and likewise horror books. I like flowers, cats and pretty things. I also have a passion for gothic. I don't like arrogant people, cheaters and people who tease others. I hate wasps and any insect that causes pain when it stings. -Hobbies: Writing, reading, cooking, reading tarot, watching anime and playing videogames. Thank you in advance!💜

Hi Ukyo! Thank you for your request! I hope you like your matchups!

In Attack on Titan, I match you with...

Your humour balances out Mikasa's naturally serious nature. She probably won't laugh at your jokes. but she'll usually have a small smile on her face when you crack a joke.

Appreciates that you're reserved. Even though she cares deeply about her friends, they can be so over the top sometimes. You're a nice break.

Mikasa will do everything in her power to make sure you stay safe. Whether that's in the original setting of the show, or a modern au, it doesn't matter. Mikasa will make sure you're safe in any situation.

I think she would be interested in tarot. She may not seem like a really spiritual person at first, but I think she likes the notion of the cards being able to give you hints at whet you should do.

Enjoys sitting with you while you read. Whether she's reading as well, or just enjoying the peace and quiet, she likes the comfort your presence brings.

I see Mikasa as someone who also likes cats. She'd love to go on walks with you, stopping to say hello to every cat you pass.

Also enjoys cooking with you. She's very methodical and follows recipes well, so whatever you make will end up turning out amazing!

In Bungo Stray Dogs, I match you with...

Gothic buddies! You and Aktugawa would get along so well, based on vibes alone.

But beyond that, I think your personalities would also mix well. Aktugawa's a bit more on the sarcastic side, and will make jokes about people. But if he knows you don't like it when he teases other people, he'll try to stop (at least when you're around).

Another one who enjoys tarot. I can see Aktugawa as someone who would like to do tarot reading swaps with you. You read his tarot and he'll read yours in return.

Loves reading horror novels with you. Once you've finished your latest read, pass it his way and he'll have a read of it as well. He'd love to compare notes once you've both read something.

Will give you book recommendations, especially once he's got the feel for what sort of horror books you like.

Aktugawa definitely thinks you're cute for liking pretty things. When he's out and about and sees something he thinks you would like, he'll get it for you.

It's always a strange sight for the shop keeper seeing a very gothic person walking out of the shop with an empty glass jar decorated with flowers in all your favourite colours...

[buffintruder]

so what's your pepperharrow wip 🫣

Oh this is the one I sent to you lol. I have have it under a different name so I don't mix up the document I do my work on and the one I send to people. I did write a bit more of it since sending it to you though!

(This is the Watchmaker of Filigree Street modern au where Takiko Pepperharrow is watching the events of the first book go down through social media)

Almost two weeks had passed since Takiko had last heard from Steepleton. That was fair. The last time they had spoken, she had told him some strange things, and she would hardly blame him if he no longer knew what to think of her either. She also hadn’t heard from Keita in that time, which could mean anything so she tried not to let it worry her. She was starting to wonder if she should reach out to Steepleton, just to make sure he was still alive, but as she opened up his Instagram page, she realized that he had posted something the day before. It was a captionless, just a series of photos of him and some nice looking white woman, clearly on a date through a park, holding hands and smiling at each other. That didn’t necessarily mean anything. You did not have to be romantically involved with Keita for him to have his hooks in you—Takiko could attest to that better than anyone. But it was something. Maybe Steepleton had taken her advice. Maybe he would have found this random woman more appealing than Keita for other reasons even without her intervention. Either way, she had done what she could do, and any amount of separation or doubt that Steepleton put between himself and Keita was safer than nothing. Still. It bothered her how easy it had been. “You just let him go?” she messaged Keita. “I don’t actually have control over every single thing every single person does around me.” He might as well have, she thought. At least in all the things that mattered. But he did sound grumpier than she normally heard him, so maybe it had really been something completely out of his control. Random chance was a true weakness of his, after all.

Thank you for the ask! (From this ask game)

[h-worksrambles]

In your opinion, Which furry vn protagonists would be friends and which ones would actually despise each other

Ooo, this is an interesting question. Quick disclaimer of which furry VNs I’ve currently read:

-All of Echo Project’s stuff (WIPs included).

-Remember the Flowers

-Dawntide

-Some of Burrows

So if I don’t mention a particular protagonist then please bear with me.

-Alex from Glory Hounds is prone to being somewhat neurotic and extremely self deprecating. I feel like he and Chase from Echo would be mutually enablers whose conversions would turn into pessimistic, self pity parties. They wouldn’t especially like or dislike each other. But there would be shared commiserations over every minor grievance all round.

-Marco from Adastra and Cyrus from Remember The Flowers are both talented, friendly academics who’ve seen some shit after being stranded in a strange new land. They’d likely jokingly share stories in a competition about who had it worse. But under the irony, they’d appreciate being able to confide about their similar experiences. Plus, given some of the similarities between Amicus and Aaron, I feel like they’d have a good laugh about their similar taste in men.

-Scipio from Khemia and Samuel from The Smoke Room would likely hate each other if they met. Sam would think Skip is a stuffy rich smartass (kind of like how he initially reacted to Cliff). While Skip would find Sam obstinate and uncouth (and I feel like there’d be a bit of class snobbery). However, get them into therapy together and I feel like making a few mutual breakthroughs might actually make for a solid friendship and knowing both of them, they’d probably end up hooking up at some point in that case, let’s be frank.

-I think Chase and Grey from Burrows would both struggle forming lasting friendships with any of these guys for a lot of the same reasons. They’re both relatively chill people to talk to one on one, but they’re both too selfish and in their own heads, and tend to screw up their friendships by…overstepping boundaries if you catch my drift. By the same token, they would absolutely despise each other because of a classic case of ‘I’m in this picture and I don’t like it.’ Bonus points if Chase can see all of Mark’s red flags and points them out at length to Grey, who does to Chase for Leo, unaware of their hypocrisy for failing to see the warning signs of their own respective former partners.

-I’ll finish with the three Echoverse protags because the existence of the modern AU means that this triple meet up could actually happen. Aside from a similar ‘they’d all be best buds in therapy’ element, I do think Sam and Chase would appreciate Cam’s talent for music. Though it’s anyone’s guess how they’d convince him to sing/play for them. Cam might consider inviting either of them on a double date with him and Devon (which also doubles as way to have Dev with him to make ice breaking less awkward) . Sam, choosing which, if any of his boyfriends to invite, decides that inviting Murdoch (who may or may noy be high at that given time) along to meet Cam might not be the most sensitive move, and that Will might be a bit too prickly towards strangers. So he settles on inviting either Nik, who is just touched to see a happy, loving couple like Cam and Dev, or Cliff, in which case they and Dev spend the whole evening talking past each other infodumping and loving every minute of it. Who does Chase bring? Well depends on the route I guess. But, for one, I think Kudzu could relate to a lot of Devon and Cameron’s experiences and would get along very well with them. It’d take some time, but I could see a cute little friendship forming here.

Thanks for this. I admit I’m not the best at coming up with headcanons but this was a fun little mental exercise. I hope I came up with decent stuff. And I’ve honestly been hoping to get some asks about Echo or other furry VNs. So this was doubly appreciated. Please don’t hesitate to send and others my way! Thanks again!

[pctaldrunk]

@gelidlight​ asked   :    👫 jiu, pick a verse or many verses   -    Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship (accepting!)

I don’t know how else to phrase it, but between them there exists a physicality of trust. We’ve already spoken about how she will come flying at him when she’s too excited to see him -  that’s true in every verse, btw - because in general she trusts that he’ll catch her. But it’s true for everything else too. She likes hanging off him (sometimes she’s got her arms thrown around his shoulders and other times she’s hooked her arm through his) in daily life because she knows he’s got her and he’s not annoyed. Sometimes if and when they’re ever slow dancing and if it’s tolerable, she might be shuffling on top of his feet. When they hold hands in a crowded street there’s no letting go even if it might be easier to move as individual units because they still trust that this way they won’t get lost or pushed apart. She tucks herself up directly under his arm for naps, especially during travel or when they’re out for extended periods of time. He’s sort of her security blanket and piece of home at once and consciously or subconsciously she’s angled toward him. Even if everything in a scenario is strange, as long as he’s there and touchable and tangible then she trusts that things will be fine.

In the verses where she doesn’t have / doesn’t have enough spiritual power, if he’s going to fly them around on a sword she’ll cling to him like she’s going to die if she doesn’t. Fear of heights (when without cultivation to keep herself airborne) is up there with fear of snakes. In modern this may translate to needing to hold his hand when they’re on a plane together. Yes, in verses where they’ve known each other before and they’re in contact, she will call him before taking off just because his voice soothes her.

She tries her best to protect him no matter the trouble it might put her in. Evident in - well, generally every au, but coming to mind immediately right now is the variety one where she strives to keep him off of tabloids and out of negative searches as much as possible. She has the position to do so but inevitably burns through contacts and forces questions regarding her involvement to arise. And then also in the reverse-and-then-played-straight transmigration au as well, when she...gets up on a table to do standup comedy thirty minutes into being in Ancient China just so he doesn’t have to hear horrible things said about him/what he cares about. In general I feel like - they’re both very accommodating to each other re: the other person’s needs and going that extra mile to make sure the other person’s okay - but this also then necessarily creates a situation in which they might both keep a bit quiet about when they themselves need help. Which is how Jiu is anyway so, it’s something to work through.

She plays the flute already, pre-meeting him, in non-modern verses. Mostly as a spiritual artifact (tm) in her canon, as seen in playing it to summon rain - and I imagine she has the bad habit of a martial-leaning immortal in that her uses for it are likely more violent than its intended usage most of the time. But! After meeting him she probably does a little bit of extra homework re: music as...well, music, and not a spell or as something to fall back on in a fight. She’s happy to share what he enjoys and wants to learn more about it. In modern verses where they met young, he’s definitely the inspiration for her to pick up piano (even if she’s still not very good at it after all these years : ‘ D It’s fine he can continue where her teacher left off -)

[samayla]

for the fic asks! 1, 3, 17, 18 (for oh christmas tree) AND 23! please and thank you!

Thanks! I love talking about writing!!!

1 What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics? That’s a tough one… Most of my favorites, the fics I’m most proud of, are incomplete. Some are super whumpy, and some are requests for very specific things I probably would not have written otherwise. In general though, I’d probably rec Lemon Meringue, the first fic in my fluffy Hobbit Reshirement AU. It’s short and sweet, and there’s more there if you want it, but it has a very nice ending to it if you don’t.

3 What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics? Um… Hurt/Comfort for sure. As I said, I write a lot of whumpy fics for the express purpose of getting to the comfort bit. I also work really hard to create scenes and snippets that could fit right in with canon. Even in my AU fics, like Gemini or Utterly Impractical, I like weaving the new story into the existing one, putting new twists on key scenes and adding new scenes entirely. Sometimes it’s harder that way, but I love being able to go back and read it.

17 What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it? So, the Hobbit/LOTR was the first major fandom I really got into online. And it shows. My favorite specific AU in the whole, wide world is…. Drumroll please… 10th Walker/Modern Girl in Middle Earth! I am a SUCKER for it! I have probably read every MGME fic on AO3 at this point — and there are some REALLY GOOD ONES! I have like 20k of notes and snippets and a few full scenes of my own MGME Hobbit AU that I wrote during a bout of serious depression right after college. I was going through some stuff, and I’d amuse myself walking to and from work at my 3rd job by imagining what would happen if I tripped and fell into Middle Earth right then. My favorite version of that is one where Modern Girl (it feels weird to say “I,” which is the reason it has never seen the light of day) falls into Middle Earth in the middle of the Trollshaws. She gets captured by the trolls, convinces Bert he’s haunted but she can protect him, and the company finds her several days later dressed in old elvish armor and being called Buttercup. “When a troll informs you that your name is now Buttercup, Master Dwarf, you tend not to argue.” It’s so bizarre, but I love it so much!

18 If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it involve? I might be inclined to write a New Year’s Eve fic… Not sure exactly what the hook would be though. Ideas??

23 What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to? I don’t know… Maybe a fake dating fic? Or some other strange crossover fic like Utterly Impractical? I pretty much go wherever the wind takes me in terms of my fic. If a trope catches my eye, I write it, even if the fic never goes anywhere.