#also another thing about this AU is its PEAK 'Everyone Sucks Here' vibes

[scatterpatter]

What if I presented a whole complicated Megaman Classic AU except I didn't give a SHRED of context

Haha, just kidding!

... Unless?

No these aren't being presented in the order they were drawn in but they ARE presented in AU-timeline chronological order so like im at least a LITTLE kind with throwing these all at youse

[bangtanislife-0612]

Impulse~ Part 12

Group: BTS

Au: Superhero

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x OC

Summary: Main Character has lost their job and needed money to pay for college, so they become a villain because it pays really well. The boys are a superhero group named Bangtan under organization named The Elite. The evil organization is called The Organization because I'm super original. Jungkook and OC are freshman  in second semester of college. Jimin and Taehyung are sophomores in college. Namjoon and Hoseok are juniors in college. Yoongi is a senior and Jin is graduated and working at The Elite. Basically Jungkook has a crush on OC in college, but doesn't know she's a super villain working against him so it's that kind of story.

                                                Impulse Masterlist

3rd POV

It's been about three days since the kidnapping and Mina still hadn't come back to school. The boys knew they couldn't visit unless they were in their suits but even then it would be a little odd since they normally don't visit victims. Minas best friend sunny has also been out but the boys assume that she must be taking care of Mina.

Mina’s POV

"Ughhhhh I just want to be out of here already. I've missed so many classes."

Jae releases a soft chuckle.

"Well considering you pretended to be kidnapped and beat up you do need to keep up appearances by staying home to ‘recover’."

“Hey! I told you I had to do that to avoid suspicion.”

I end my sentence with a punch to his shoulder, resulting in an clearly playfully offended glare from Jay.

For a second we both sit in silence, both of us being used to Sunny pretending to play peacemaking to our ‘arguments’. 

"I know it’s only been a few days but I miss her."

I feel the sympathetic eyes of Jae boring into me, and shift my attention to the wall as I pace around continuing my rant.

“She shouldn’t have been there in the first place. I was the one that hit was meant for. I-I should have done something to stop him!”

CRASH

I heave out painful pants watching the equipment I just kicked land across the room. 

I feel a pull on my arm and turn to see Jay, having to turn my head away once again at the pity filling his gaze.

“You blaming yourself, Mina. Even Sunny has told you its not your fault. It was her idea and we both know there is nothing you could have done to stop them from where you were.”

A small rational part of me knows his words hold some kind of weight; however, the emotional part of me can’t forget the moment I heard that Golden boy had pulled on Sunny’s arm hard enough to dislocate it. Knowing she has to stay in the hospital for another four days on top of the three she’s already been there fills my heart with constant worry.

I feel a nudge on my arm and turn to Jay once again. He seems to always know when I’m stuck in my head. We sit for another moment with no words exchanged before he expels a sigh.

"I think it's been long enough....you can go back to school tomorrow"

I turn to him in disbelief searching his eyes fo any lies before squealing and covering him in a hug. 

"Yeah yeah I know you're excited but know that you have to come up with an excuse for Sunny’s absence!"

I nod quickly in agreement just happy to get out of the apartment again and run off to get ready for school tomorrow. I can’t help but feel relief to finally have a distraction from everything going on, and pretend to be normal once again.

The one thing about going back to school that I was not prepared for was the staring. It was easy to forget that the kidnapping was just a largely covered news story when the only people I talked to about it knew it was fake. Everyone here is probably expecting me to break down in tears any moment from such a traumatic event. For now all I can do is keep my head down and wait for sunny to come back. However it seemed that the universe had other plans.

"Mina! Is that you?"

Turning to the right revealed Kim Taehyung was the one asking the question everyone was too scared to. Surveying him properly I could see he was surrounded by the rest of his friends per usual. I straighten up my posture in preparation and give a quick awkward wave before beginning my trek over to the group of boys.

"Haha yeah, I just got out of the hospital yesterday"

"Oh, well we are all glad you are okay. Everybody was worried when they heard what happened to you."

I turn in response to Park Jimin’s words and surprisingly enough could see that he was being genuine even though we don’t know each other all that well. My mouth can’t help but form a shy smile as I thank them all for their well wishes.

We all stand there for a second clearly not knowing what to say next. Right as I’m about to come up with an excuse to leave the awkward situation Namjoon managed to find something to talk about. However, it was the one topic I was hoping to avoid.

"Where's your friend, Sunny?"

Sucking in a breath I attempt to explain to the group the hopefully believable story I’ve come up with about Sunny getting sick the other day and not being able to come to school for a couple days.

The boys all give slightly wary, and even suspicious(?) looks to each other before Kim Seokjin piped in. 

"Kind of a weird coincidence that she got sick right after your kidnapping, talk about bad timing."

He ended his sentence with a slightly awkward laugh as if to excuse the somewhat insensitive comment. I can’t help but furrow my eyebrows a bit, but try to keep my cool and come up with a good excuse on the fly.

"Yeah I guess you could say that although I personally think she got sick because of me. One of our friends told me she basically wouldn't sleep or eat until I was found and she was practically camping out by my bedside in the hospital."

Thankfully the story sold well without the real specifics of her hospital stay; although, the involuntary wince that came with mentioning Sunny’s condition probably helped my case. 

Some of the boys smacked Seokjin’s side for his comment, and to give him credit he did look guilty. Then out of nowhere Jung Hoseok, a well-known social butterfly, jumped in.

"If you want you can hang out with us until Sunny is back at school! We wouldn't want you spending time between classes all by yourself!"

I look up surprised by his invitation and surprisingly enough all of the boys looked like they were in agreement with his statement. Normally I would kindly reject the offer but honestly I was feeling a bit lonely without Sunny by my side, so I give a little nod and all the boys have a small cheer. I quickly took a seat next to Taehyung as he was the one who originally called me over and personally has always give off a friendly vibe to me.  

The second I sit down he begins talking my ear off; however, I appreciate the distraction and change of subject from the previous conversation. I try to pay attention to what he’s saying to me but a hushed conversation nearby peaks my interest instead. It seems to be between Hoseok and Jungkook, but all I can pick out are some mumbles.

“She.....well..I just thought.... gives......chance..talk..” 

I don’t even notice I’ve completely turned my head to look at the two in an attempt to understand their conversation until I notice Jungkook looking right back at me. He nudges Hoseok causing the older boy to stop mid-sentence. I send a small smile their way in hopes of lessening the tension rising, which seems to do the trick as they both send small smiles back to me.

Looking at Jungkook reminds me of my last encounter with him and I sit up a little straighter before asking him,

“Hey, Jungkook how’s your little puppy doing?”

He looks confused for a split second before what look like realization crosses his face and he turns a little red and begins rubbing the back of his neck while he answers.

“Oh, uh he’s doing good. Thank you for asking.”

I tilt my head a bit at his answer noticing that he seems to be avoiding eye contact with me.

“Well, I would love to see him again sometime. Let me know when you bring him back to campus”

He nods in my direction at my statement, still avoiding eye contact with me.

Suddenly, from next to me Taehyung pipes in,

“Oh, Jungkookie has no way to contact you though why don’t you exchange numbers so he can let you know!”

I manage to catch Jungkook give Taehyung a slightly murderous, yet embarrassed look and before either can say anything more I quickly jump in.

“Yeah, that makes sense to me! Do you want me to put it in your phone for you?”

I ask this while staring directly at him hoping for some eye contact from the shy, yet adorable, boy. He looks up just in time for me to see his shocked eyes before turning and grabbing his phone from his bag. Once the phone is in my hands I quickly type in my number as well as sending myself a quick text in order to save his number to my phone. As I’m about to hand it back I notice the time on the phone being close to my first class starting. 

I stand up grabbing my stuff mentioning my observation to the boys before turning to Jungkook once again.

“Make sure to inform me once that puppy of yours is back on campus, and feel free to send my number to the other boys if any of you need something, okay?”

He nods in response. I can’t help but notice the slight pink in his cheeks and chuckle a little at the cute reaction. Before I can over-analyze that last thought I send one last smile to all the boys and turn away to head to class. 

[hunnybadgerv]

No Dress Code: New Year’s Eve | Saints Row | Domestic AU

Summary: Parties aren’t supposed to be boring, especially when ringing in the new year. Furia and Eli are quick to find their own way to ring in the coming year.

a/n: Written as a gift for my dear friend and partner in all sorts of debacles Close, also @bosselimitchell. Happy holidays and new year! I truly hope you’ll enjoy it.

Links: AO3 | FFnet

New Year’s Eve

-1-

Midnight crept closer, the minutes of the year falling astride the anticipation of the change in the calendar. Furia grabbed a glass of champagne and fell into a chair. Johnny perched on the arm of a sofa, his keen eyes always moving behind the shades he wore day and night. Sometimes she wondered if he might actually just wear them to hide the fact he was napping.

“Tired?” he asked, shattering her illusion.

“No. Bored.”

“No one that can keep up with you?”

“Not on the dance floor, at least,” she said. The glass brushed her mouth, bubbles tickling as they popped against her blood red pout.

Johnny just chuckled. “Might be a while yet.”

Furia’s eyes remained on her lover. Her husband, she reminded herself as her thumbnail caught on the band of the ring on her left hand. It was still rather new, but somehow felt the same though not at the same time.

Surrounded by pretty faces, all of which gave him dreamy adoring looks, Eli seemed content, or at least amused for the time being.

“You really don’t mind that?” Johnny asked. The question seemed like it came out of left field. Sure, sometimes the two of them talked, but it tended to be a rarity and they almost never discussed anything resembling their personal lives, especially Furia and Eli’s.

“What?” she said, looking up at him and not entirely certain what he meant.

“That.” His chin nudged toward where she had been looking a moment earlier.

Furia chuckled. “No, I think I’d be more worried if he wasn’t flirting with everyone.”

“It doesn’t bother you?”

“Does it bother you?”

Johnny’s shoulders slid back a hair. “Why would it?”

“Not what I meant,” she said with a laugh. Furia leaned on the arm of her chair and peeked up at him. “If your wife was flirting with someone else, would you worry?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because I trust her.”

“Exactly,” Furia said.

“Except my wife hasn’t slept with anyone else since we got married.”

“You hope,” Furia replied, leaning back in her chair. Her brow cocked upward as the champagne flute met her lips again.

Johnny’s chin dipped, his pale, intense eyes pinning her to her seat.

“Hey!” She held her hands up in a mock show of surrender. “I hope for your sake she’s the most faithful woman on the planet. But not everyone is built that way.” For emphasis, she let her eyes pass over him in a suggestive manner—Johnny was one of the few people Eli and Furia could agree that they’d both love to get in bed. “And Eli’s one, but then so am I.”

Johnny’s brow crinkled over dark lenses and Furia laughed.

“Oh, please, tell me you’ve imagined me sitting at home every night, just pining,” she taunted.

He was silent for a long time, longer than Furia expected.

She laughed quietly into her quickly emptying glass. “No, he’s not the only one. You just get to witness his escapades.” It didn’t happen as often in her case, but she was not Eli’s little woman—ring or no ring—but she did love the giddy bastard more than might be healthy. “Plus, tonight, as cute, sexy, adorable and willing they all are, I know exactly who the shirtless wonder is leaving with.”

Johnny just chuckled softly, clearing his throat with another tip of is chin. “Speak of the devil.”

“Which devil?” Eli asked, falling into Furia’s lap.

“You, of course,” she said, wearing a wide grin when he bent over to kiss her. It was consuming, the pressure of his mouth on hers, the insistence of his tongue as it invaded her mouth. She could taste a hint of juniper still on his tongue, and though she wasn’t a big fan of gin she had developed a taste for it—at least when it was delivered like that.

His nose brushed her, aqua eyes blinking and filling her gaze. “I’m bored.”

Hers was not the only laughter that admission drew, though Johnny’s bore a shred of professional reserve. “That’s because you were surrounded by sycophants.”

Eli smirked. “True, and I do so prefer when it’s you sucking … up to me.”

Her head fell back, and her laughter peeled around them. Eli’s fingers twirled in the silky, black waves of her hair. He tightened his grip and gave a gentle tug, she inched forward letting him bring her lips to meet his once more.

“I’ll grab the champagne and meet you in the elevator,” he said, nipping her bottom lip.

“And if I’m not ready to leave.”

Eli pouted at her, pairing it with that damnable kittenish expression of his. Furia knew she had the willpower to stand up against it, but she almost never did. She tended to give into it rather than wasting time being too awful stubborn, especially when combined with and pitted against one another she and Eli could find themselves at an impasse too quickly.

“I’d like to take you upstairs.”

“You would?” she asked.

“Yes, I’d like to hear you screaming my name for the New Year.” Calloused fingertips grazed her jaw, tilting her head upwards.

Furia smiled. It sounded like a hell of an improvement to singing Auld Lang Syne to her. She grabbed him by the collar of his leather jacket, pulling him in for another hard kiss. “I’ll meet you there.”

Johnny gave her a nod as he passed her chair, following his charge. Furia polished off the last of her champagne and laid the flute on the tray of a passing waiter. There wasn’t much about this party that suited her or Eli—no dancing, stale music, and it was far too black tie and refined. The roughest edge in the room was Eli and the other members of Pirate Hole. Earlier in the night, she had been positive that Pierce and one of the record executives was going to burst a blood vessel when Eli tried to change the vibe of the event. Furia couldn’t recall ever seeing a vein in someone’s temple balloon like that.

By the time she crossed the room, Eli and Johnny were both standing in the lift waiting for her. Eli leaned against the back wall, looking up at her with a heat in his gaze that burned across her bare skin. Her hazels eyes met his vibrant stare; each step she took toward him accentuated the lithe shift through her hips of the rhythm that rested in her very bones.

She loved that man, would do anything for him. And with the way he looked at her, all she really wanted to do was feel his skin against hers. When she reached him, her fingers skimmed up the center of his bare chest and inspired a wolfish grin to curl across his lips. Dios, she breathed. And in that moment, she was entirely his and wanted it no other way.

Somewhere at the edge of her mind, she was conscious of the fact that Johnny shared the elevator with them, but only minimally. Her attention and thoughts were tied up with Eli’s tongue and the way his hands blazed a trail over her skin. When he pulled her thigh up over his hip, Furia purred against his mouth, breaking their kiss and watching his face as his hand slid up her leg. The upward tug of his lips was telegraphed in the crinkle at the corners of his eyes.

“And what do we have here, love?” he growled. His fingers teased across the apex of her thighs, at least a little surprised not to be greeted by the silky softness of silk.

“You know damn well what that is.”

“I do.”

“And you think you’re the only one who can plan ahead?” she teased.

Eli’s grin widened. “Just rare that you’re gallivanting about in public without any knickers.”

“Thought you could do with a little surprise.”

-2-

His lips met hers again, his fingers going about their tickling and teasing in a more pointed manner. He took full advantage of the long elevator ride from the ballroom to their penthouse hotel suite, pinning her between his body and the wall.

“E,” she mumbled against his mouth in a breathless way.

He was a bit more conscious of Johnny’s presence than she seemed to be at the moment, though for that Eli only had himself to blame. “Hmm?” he replied, still making long, strokes through her folds and plucking at her pert clit.

In his relentless pursuit of her pleasure, he nipped at the thin skin of her neck, knowing just what might push her over the edge. Of course, reaching that peak would be easier if he could peel Furia out of that dress. He also knew that might just put a cold end to things too. Her exhibitionism had its limits, though this was quite farther than he’d managed to lead her in previous occasions.

Her nails scratched against his scalp, her hand tightening delightfully in his hair—the sensation sent a jolt of lightning straight to his groin. Shifting his hips against hers, Eli’s attentions inched her closer until her heavy breathing echoed in his ears. Then the elevator chimed their arrival.

“We’re here,” a low calm voice stated, somehow breaking through the frenzy of biology and chemistry that enveloped the couple, while the ring had not.

Eli left her on edge, placing distance between the two of them. Furia huffed at him, a hint of a whine on the edge of it. He flashed her a cheeky grin, taking her hand in his and pulling her into their suite.

Somewhere in the depths of his mind, he knew his bodyguard would make the rounds of the place, check the rooms, the closets, the balcony with the pool, everything to ensure no one who shouldn’t be there had somehow hidden away. But all that really registered for him in that moment was the shift of Furia’s hips and the few inches higher her hemline fell. When she let go of his hand and walked past him, toward the window, he stared at her ass, at least until her hands curled behind her back.

A smile of appreciation curled across his mouth and he set the unopened bottle of champagne on the counter in order to peel off his jacket. His eyes never left her. The zipper lowered, dark fabric parting to reveal coppery flesh artfully painted with tattoos which rivaled his own—though his ink cover more sheer acreage than hers did. While Eli might spend his much of his life on stage, Furia was equally skilled at putting on a show, he thought as she turned. With each careful step she put a little more distance between them, holding her dress up all the while.

“Pardon me,” Johnny mumbled, crossing between them.

“You should stay awhile. She’s just getting to the good part,” Eli said with a rumbling growl. It was more of a game now, suggesting Johnny join them. Of course, if he ever took either of them up on it they both might just fall out in shock, or trip over each other with eagerness.

His thumb ticked the platinum band on his finger. He’d never thought of it as an anchor, something tacking him down to one person, one single role—though he imagined that must be what it was like for his bodyguard. Locked into monotony by monogamy. Sure, Eli had tasted the delicacies of the world, drunk deep from the cup of life. And in all the love he made, Furia was one of the rare ones.

The two of them were like those stars, the ones that paired off and rotated around one another. Threatening to fall into one another and destroy their corner of the universe in a massive explosion, but they never did. They just danced around each other, taking everything and everyone around them along for a fiery ride.

“Mmhmm,” Gat mumbled before disappearing into the other bedroom in the suite. The door clicked behind him.

Eli grabbed the bottle once more and crossed the room in Furia’s wake, toeing out of his boots as he went. With one hand, he undid his belt and started unbuttoning his fly. His gaze intent upon her now. “Well, love?”

Furia smirked at him, her head lowering as those smoldering hazel eyes stared him down. He loved the challenge in her gaze, that hint of make me that lingered behind the adoration, which was far different than the look he got from groupies and fans at the edge of the stage who screamed his name until they couldn’t speak. She knew him; crept into the dark spaces of his soul and witnessed what sent other people running for cover. She didn’t just want the famous bass player with the aversion to clothing, who sported the Sailor Jerry tattoos; no, she wanted him, all of him, even the sharp bits that left her with scars, the rough bits that could rub her nerves raw, and the shadowy bits that somehow, she could bring a warm light to.

When the fabric of her dress slithered over the curve of her hips and down his legs, Eli’s pulse pounded in his neck, the beat reverberating through his groin. Popping the last button loose, he walked right out of his trousers, taking long steps to make up the distance between them with even more haste. The bottle clunked against a small table and a single step later Eli slipped an arm around her waist as his mouth met hers in a feverish kiss. His other hand pressed against the window in an attempt to keep them from crashing against it too hard, but he felt the puff of her breath in his mouth.

The collision—his body with hers, hers with the window—didn’t break their kiss. Quite the contrary, she held on tighter; arms draped over his shoulders and one of her legs curling up the outside of his leg until it rested over his hip again. It was an irresistible invitation, even for a man with far more willpower than Eli felt willing to exude in that moment.

His hand left the glass, sneaking beneath her shapely rear. With a shift of his hips, his cock slid against her; warm and welcoming, her body canted in reply. The barest pressure of two fingers, a snap of his hips, and their kiss broke in a chorus of low moans of satisfaction as he entered her. Their eyes locked, lips brushing against one another and trading heavy breaths, as they moved together in a dance they knew so well but never tired of.

“Eli,” she said. Her gaze darted to the side a moment.

He reluctantly glanced away from her, a smirk twisting his lips with a glance at the wavy chair. He knew what she wanted—for him to be her stage, for him to let her thrill her attentive and appreciative audience of one. Before complying, Eli stole another kiss, except it wasn’t really stealing when she parted her lips so readily.

-3-

Furia chirped around his tongue, when he lifted her off the ground. He always managed it easily, but sometimes it still caught her off guard. He broke the kiss before he dared more than a few steps, clearly not wishing to drop her. She took his averted attention as a chance to get in her licks, quite literally. She ran her tongue up the length of his neck, placing a firm bite just beneath his jaw.

A hum hung in his throat and she threaded her fingers through his hair, which only intensified the sound. Her hand tightened and twisted. Once he sat down, she gave his hair a hearty tug, wrenching his head back and his mouth open. She took full advantage of it and her tongue flicked against the inside of his upper lip. She pulled away enough to see the hunger in his eyes, then she did it once more, this time sealing their lips as her tongue plunged deeper.

Eli’s fingers dug into her thighs as Furia used her body to ease him back into the curve of the chair. He growled, almost disagreeably when her fingers loosened and slipped out of his hair. Her touch grazed down both sides of his neck until her hands rested against his pecs, which he flexed—just for her benefit, she knew.

They were both visual creatures; Furia had a bit more of a kinetic streak than Eli—she loved to touch and be touched. Eli liked a rough touch, attributing it to dampened and damaged nerves. Light touches didn’t really do it for him, but bite him, scratch him, mark him with a throbbing hickey and he could croon. Furia liked it all—gentle and ethereal or bruising. Even as her hips rocked against his, she could feel the dull ache of a thick purple blotch he had sucked onto the inside of her thigh nights earlier. He’d placed it perfectly so that every time she shifted down onto his cock, the bony part of his pelvis bumped it.

The combination of sensations unfurled across her face in a greedy grin. Her fingernails gouged down his chest, lighter up near his shoulders, but as her hands neared his belly button she left angry red marks—his hiss, her reward. Then she drew her hands up the length of her own body, teasing at her breasts as she found a sensual rhythm that rolled through her entire body.

Under Eli’s gaze, her skin tingled as if he’d touched it. When his eyes flicked down to the juncture of their bodies, to watch himself enter her, goosebumps raced along her thighs.

At the edge of hearing, voices raised here and there beyond that room, beyond the two of them. Perhaps it was the television from the other room, perhaps the crowd in the streets below or in the ballrooms downstairs. But still the countdown to the New Year reverberated through their room, through their bodies. His hand cupped her breast as the thumb of his other hand easily found its mark.

He didn’t just pinch her nipple, he gave it a severe tug, using it to pull her toward him until their lips met. She clasped his face, hips grinding against his as oblivion inched closer and closer.

A loud, pop startled her and Furia jerked upright once more. “Dios.” A cold spray of bubbles streaked down her shoulder and over her body.

“Fuck, Sol. Don’t stop,” Eli said, lurching forward to suck champagne from her breast. Sharp teeth tugging at her hard nipple restarted her hips.

She leaned back a little, allowing Eli to drizzle more champagne over her. The slick of cold against overheated skin sent a rush through her body. It even sloshed between them, the chill teasing at her clit. “Eli!” she crooned as his hot mouth engulfed her nipple once more with greedy sucks.

To the tune of fireworks rattling the windows, she came. Her hips bucked wildly against his, splashing in the stream of champagne. His free hand tightened around her waist, his grip bruisingly tight. He lapped liquor from her skin until he emptied the bottle. Tossing it aside, he pulled her mouth back to his—into their first kiss of that New Year. He came, groaning something that was likely her name into her mouth.

As he stilled, so did she. Furia fitted her body against his, the frenzy of their kisses fading back toward a tender and familiar playfulness.

“So, what are the chances you’d join me in a bath?” she asked, resting her elbow on his shoulder and setting her chin in her palm.

Eli wrinkled his nose at her. “Shower.”

Furia teased her fingers through his hair to the tune of a pleased purr. “Why?”

“It’s quicker. And easier to eat you out, since I don’t have gills.”

“Eli!”

He grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her hips hard against his. “Don’t act surprised,” he said, sealing their lips in another kiss.

“Not surprised. Just didn’t realize that was the reason.”

Eli quirked a brow at him. “Plus, the idea of marinating in my own filth. I’ll pass.”

“Ew,” Furia snapped, wrinkling her nose at him. Seriously considering the idea that she might never take a bath again.

“Exactly.”

She wasn’t sure how, but with a little bit of shifting, Eli had them both out of the chair. He let her legs go one at a time, so she could stand on her own two feet, but he didn’t put anymore distance between them than necessary.

He brushed her hair over her shoulder, his eyes on hers. “Happy New Year, Sol,” he said against her lips.

“And to you, mi pavo real.”

Eli chuckled as he kissed her again. His hand on her cheek, fingertips dipping into her hair, and one arm tight around her waist to keep her close—it was slow and deep; one of those soul consuming affairs that somehow left her fuller once their lips parted. As their bodies separated, a loud sound similar to fabric ripping tore through the room, spurred by their laughter. The sugars in the champagne having stuck them together awkwardly. Yes, the shower would definitely be their next stop.

[rakuraiwielder]

I'm working on your ask, but here's some for you: I, A, M, S, P, O, T

Ask prompt here: x

thanks puffin!! this is gonna be long and nostalgic eyy

I - HasTumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why? 

I wouldn’t say “actively dislike” butthe toxicity of fandom on this website has sucked away most of my passion for Voltron lol. I used to really dig itthe first month or so after getting really into it when S2 aired. I still havean unfinished draft for a 7-parter rarepair fic //ey guess my fav duo ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)// sitting in my folders. don’t think I’llbe touching it any time soon though. im rather burnt out from this fandom, evenif I do still enjoy watching all the new seasons thereafter.

another is StevenUniverse ah a. (but in its and my defence, I wasn’t really into it anywaysas compared to other fandoms. the songs are still good, but I haven’t beenkeeping up with the newer Steven bombs, one part because of motivation, andanother because the thought of going into the tags to reblog contentintimidates the heck out of me pffft)

A - Ships that youcurrently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone hasOTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

(puffin this question is gonnatake up half the ask oh god)oh bOY where do I start hahahaha. there’s so many aph and fe callbacks hahaha few otps aside I really have too manycrackpairs and platonic friendship ride-or-die squads I would die for. theseare only a few really relevant ones from the top of my head-

OTPS:

Norway/Vietnam (Hetalia) – alWAYS. i dont talk about and reblog much aph anymore but i still think about these two frequently. they were my first and closestthing ever to an actual otp in all my years of knowing what an otp was gosh Ihope to write about them again soon. their dynamics are the peak of mypreferences.

MU(avatar unit)/Silas (FE Fates) – thechildhood friends + loyal knight and liege trope + a pinch of memory loss wasnever really my thing, but guess there’s a first for everything ha h a ah a….silas is too pure for the angst I put him through im so sorry ಸ ل͜ ಸ

Berkut/Rinea (FE: SOV) – the second that one cutscene of these two played I got1000% more invested in the story pffft. anyways rinea may be top tier fav andberkut shit tier fav, and their story tragic as heck (and I would also arguethat he doesn’t deserve her), but their genuine and honest love for each otheramidst the incoming death flags gets me every time

707/MC (Mystic messenger) – honestly they can either be a really good platonicdynamic duo or a solid otp. purely from the perspective of my own MC, theycomplement each other well; perfect balance of light-hearted teasing and asolid wall of comfort for each other.

Ray-Saeran/MC (Mystic messenger) – ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

(Other) Ships:

Seychelles/Iceland/HK (Hetalia) – they are good togetherromantically or platonically hahahaha. a good golden trio of kids

Russia/Vietnam (Hetalia) – their potential relationship and clashof character due to conflicting personalities fascinate me. a totally differentnoir vibe from norviet and one I hope to explore if I ever come back to aph

Nyx/Leo (FE Fates) – nyx ships are reallyrare but half of them are surprisingly sweet and poignant. Odin and Laslow tooare really sweet candidates to woo this jaded grandma’s heart.

MU/Laslow (FE Fates) – got to thank a wacky7-11 employee au dream I had for this one. but in the games their supportconversations are surprisingly thoughtful and low-key flirting which was notwhat I expected at all. wholesome.

Ham/Kai (MUxMU, FE) – remember when I said protag/protagships are the good stuff? yea h thatprincess tutu au is coming along swell

Alm/Celica (FE: SOV) – the rare main canon couple I love whodon’t die and get their happy ending (LOL this sounds really pathetic now thatI’ve said it)

Leon/Valbar (FE: SOV) – no one is surprised LOL. romantic orno, as long as leon is happy with where he stands with valbar and valbar ishappy with where he is im happy for them both

Conrad/Rinea (FE: SOV) – I know there are a couple of youreading this whos gonna give me that look but liste n; they could have met, and there is potential for them.(honestly this is just like another norviet situation where I put my 2 topfaves together for crackpair experimentation bUT IT WORKS I ASSURE YOU)

Zen/MC (Mystic messenger) – zen is so earnest that I can’t refute himhahaha. he also has a special seat in my mysme heart, since he was the firstroute I played and made me create content for the fandom proper

707/Jaehee (Mystic messenger) – they are rapidly gaining OTP status ꉂ (´∀｀)ʱªʱªʱª aaaa nightmare flashbacks because justlike norviet they really are the rarest of crackpairs and have almost to no content(gonna get down to business and churn fic out one day). these two are moresimilar than they’d think too.

Cecil/Haruka (Utapri) – ahahaha a good ship from a guiltypleasure fandom

(Purely) Platonic:

Izuku/Iida/Ochako (BNHA) – the first golden trio of thisseries. I love them so much.

Vanderwood/MC (Mystic messenger) – they parallel each other. truly thebiggest ride-or-die duo I will support to the end of time

Zen/Yoosung (Mystic messenger) – zen is such a mother hen to yoosungwwwww truly wholesome

Chise/Ruth (Ancient Magus Bride) – platonic master/familiar-partner relationships where both of them care for each other so much to the point where they would die for the other are my one weakness. its the reason i love writing more fleshed-out pokemon aus and loyal dogs/animals in longer fics. anyways these two are good

M - Name acharacter that you’d like to have for a friend.

707. It would be a trip justknowing him. (apart from the memes. but my life is already 80% meme, honestlywhats the difference ahahaha aaa-) Just, I feel like it would be really fun tohang out with him and revel in his wackiness (even if that personality is afront, maybe one day when i finally get into his inner-circle of friends, I hopeto be privy and be a good listening ear to his truer, more sombre personality.)

On the other hand, myself-confidence and 2nd hand embarrassment will be directlyproportional to each other (And im 100% sure Seven is the kind of person whowill exploit that hAH)

S - Show us anexample of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

Every relevant character inMysmes is either a type of asexual (greysexual etc.), or on various points ofthe bi-spectrum. Yeah; even self-proclaimed, “straight-laced” Zen lol.

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (wealways need more ideas)

Vampire/Selkie AU ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

a selkie whose skin gets stolen and hidden from a human man is forced to become his bride and taken back to his village. there, to escape the stares of bigoted villagers and the clutches of her overbearing and possessive husband, she takes refuge in the only place he would not go; the old holy church.

only, she finds she isn’t the first to occupy this place of solitude. the master of the church notices her soon enough, and when vampire recognises the ancient weave of magic that flows within her, he appears; intrigued for something other than a fresh meal.

(basically a deviation from the standard vampire (romance-ish) novels lolol plot bunny hit me pre-Christmas eve dinner/yesterday and sofar im digging it. still planning the ship and fandom though; it might very easily be OC-based)

O - Choose a songat random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

since 1 is never enough, hereare 4 songs I was listening to recently:

Little Knights, Nem feat.Noire : Zen/MC(a zen-ish song through and through)

over and over, Yanagi Nagi : Saeran Choi + 707&MC(more saeran-centric with interpretative lyrics and referencing to both ray andunknown personas)

Finding something to do, HelloGoodbye : 707/Jaehee(fits their “don’t go where I can’t follow” dynamic haha ow.)

Life will Change, Shoji Meguro + Benjamin Franklin feat. Lyn Inaizumi : Kai(mui) or Ham(let)(honestly the entire persona 5 ost is massive fe fates protag feels)

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons thatyou will die defending?

Not really. I’m a very flexible person when it comes tointerpretable lore and content, especially if it’s the type of HCs that thefandom collectively comes up with. Unless it’s a canon fact, I like to dabble orjust stay away from HCs in general. If I have to come up with some in my fics,then so be it. But most of the time these HCs are either super vague or onlyapply to the context in this particular piece or series of writing. Basically Idon’t mind switching HCs for charas frequently as long as it does notfundamentally change their own character. (HCs for hobbies and loves and habitsand relationships apart from their inner circle, etc. are all fine)

Honestly it just boils down to expectations lol I know myown limits, and I know not to be disappointed when canon updates end updebunking (popular) fandom HCs or my own.