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therhythmafterthesummer · 2 years ago

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The Taste of Love (M) ~Lee Know

Pairing: Vampire!Minho x Human!F.Reader Themes: Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Some Fluff | Mediaeval Setting Word Count: ~3k | AO3 Synopsis: Every handful of centuries, Minho found himself someone that was willing to let him feed off of them. It usually wasn’t planned, it sort of just happened. This time, that person was you, the baker that had just moved into town. He wanted nothing more than to have a taste of you, in more ways than one. Warnings: Minho’s POV · blood (duh) · vampire shenanigans (good ol’ blood sucking) · reader is implied to be chubby, but there’s not that much focus on it · possibly inaccurate mediaeval terminology · graphic depictions of intercourse (smut warnings under the cut).

Author’s Note: will i ever get tired of vampire!minho? no, i won’t. this is all just some monsterfuckery, as usual. don’t look at me 🫣 special thanks to @comet-falls for reading this before anyone else and letting me know it didn’t suck💜

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors please do not interact.

Smut Warnings: implied/referenced sexual acts · some sort of bloodplay, but this is a vampire fic, what did you expect? · explicit oral (F.Rec)

Disclaimer: the story represented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

Ever since Minho was turned, he’d had trouble dealing with his feedings.

For long periods of time, he’d settled on a vegetarian diet, hunting deer, or moose, or any possible animal he could find in the woods. Every couple of centuries, though, he’d be lucky enough to find someone fucked up in the head enough to let him feed off of them. It was something he tended to avoid, because he’d inevitably grow attached, and getting attached to someone that aged and eventually died was something that took an immense toll on the tiny bit of humanity that was left in him.

Sometimes, though, it was unavoidable. Or, at least, it felt like it to him.

The first time you crossed his path was during the very early morning, way before the sun rose in the horizon. Minho had just fed, he’d had so much the poor cow didn’t even make it. He was seemingly satisfied enough to go on for a few days without any more of his crimson sustenance, but the second you walked past him, his mouth went dry.

What an intoxicating scent, you had… Enough to cloud his reason completely, enough to make him turn around and walk after you–discreetly, of course. If years and years living in hiding had taught him anything, it was the art of discretion.

Minho knew it was wrong. That what he was doing was beyond creepy and immoral, but he needed to know who you were, he just did. So he followed you until you made it to a building, a new bakery that had settled in town just last week.

Soon after, the smell of baked goods started to emanate from the building’s chimney. It was pleasant, but nothing compared to the smell of you.

Minho left the place shortly after that, right before the sun started to show his head in the sky, and, as he walked the familiar paths to his manor in the outskirts of the town, he figured it was time for him to open himself up again. Now, it was just a matter of courting you, in hopes that you’d give him the time of day.

Trying to get someone’s attention while being a creature of the night wasn’t exactly easy. That was something Minho quickly came to find out after he turned. Which was why, the only times he was able to see you was either in the early morning when you went to your bakery and started preparing your goods, or in the late evening when you finally closed shop and made your way home.

The first time he tried to approach you, a friend of yours suddenly came out of nowhere, and Minho, admittedly, felt a bit shy, so he decided to try some other time. He’d lived for centuries, he was stronger, more dexterous than any human, and somehow he still felt uncomfortable around strangers sometimes. He often called this curse of introversion the remnants of his humanity.

He continued to try, though. He was persistent, but each attempt always failed. To this day, he found it both amusing and mortifying that the evening he finally got to meet you, to actually speak to you, was also the one he made a fool of himself. What was all vampiric dexterity worth for if he was still able to trip over his feet and fall face first to the ground?

Thankfully for him, you had quite the sense of humour, and his mishap simply made you laugh and offer your hand to help him to his feet. Your reaction made it so Minho didn’t feel half as embarrassed as he usually would, so it was easy for him to recover and start chatting you up.

After getting acquainted with you, Minho reached the same dilemma he always had in situations like these… He wanted you. Not only that delicious nectar that flowed through your veins, but also everything that laid under your clothes, and, most of all, your company.

He knew he had to reveal his true self to you, and if you wanted him back, vampirism and all, it’d all be smooth and dandy. However, if you didn’t, he’d have to make a choice… Respect your decision and leave you alone forever, or do as many of his peers did, to give into his instincts, drink you up, erase your memory, and carry on with his life as if nothing had happened.

When he had been recently turned, Minho didn’t even entertain the possibility of taking someone’s blood without their consent, but, after having lived as long as he had, morality was a concept that seemed to shift and drift into a muddier construct. He’d always thought that, if he ever did something like that, then that’d be the moment he’d known that tiny bit of humanity in him had left him completely.

Luckily, when he did gather the courage to tell you the truth, even if you had been a bit shaken at first, you clearly liked him enough not to care about it. If anything, you were immensely curious about it all. ‘How old are you then?’, ‘Were things as bad back then as they said?’, ‘Did it hurt?’, ‘Does it hurt now?’

Minho answered any and every question you had for him, as honestly as he could–although, ometimes, he believed that if he was too honest or too straightforward he’d scare you off. ‘I’m really old’, ‘They were even worse’, ‘It did hurt. A lot…’, ‘It does not hurt as much anymore. Only when I am hit by sunlight or when I have not fed in a long time…’

When you inquired about his feedings, he simply told you of his vegetarian diet. He didn’t want to go too deep into it. You didn’t need to know which animals he drank from, nor how his vegetarian diet made it so he had to feed at least once a week, as opposed to how human blood would keep him satisfied for a whole month.

He decided not to ask you to let him feed off of you just yet… Just like it happened when he wanted to tell you about his vampirism, he was also apprehensive of asking you to become his main source of sustenance.

After all, to Minho, not only did it feel like a major commitment, but, also, you could very well push him away due to the proposition, and he honestly wouldn’t blame you if you did. Although, losing you now was something he couldn’t afford. He was too used to walking you to your bakery in the very early morning, to spending evenings talking with you…

Regardless of his very obvious attraction, he genuinely enjoyed your company, and this was probably the most understood he’d felt after a long, long time. And also, to him, it felt like you were enjoying his company, too.

The first time Minho kissed you, it had been a spur of the moment thing. He was notorious for overthinking these things, for wanting the situation to be absolutely perfect, but you just smelt so good, and you looked so cute, and your heart was beating so fast in your chest there was no way he could’ve stopped the words from coming out of his mouth.

‘I really want to kiss you…’

Lame, basic, completely void of flourish or romanticism… But your heartbeat still quickened, he could hear your blood rushing through your veins, all the way to the utmost sensitive areas of your body. For a brief moment, he wished you could feel that reaction in him, too. He was certainly feeling it–or, at least, something akin to it, even when his body had long since been incapable of showing it.

‘Are you sure? I am no longer chaste…’

How ludicrous. As if something as trivial as that mattered to him. He’d lived for so long, he’d realised chastity was on its own a ridiculous concept. Almost no one was chaste after reaching a certain age, either because of the thoughts in their heads or the actual physical implications of the fact. Which was exactly what he told you.

If Minho’d had a working heart, he was sure it would’ve leaped out of his chest the second you pulled him to you for a kiss.

Your lips were soft, warm, they had a faint taste of strawberry–surely from one of your jam-filled pastries–and an undeniable taste of you. As he kissed you, as he held you close to him by the waist, Minho realised he was cursed now.

There was no way he wouldn’t be bound to you after this, after savouring the feeling of your warmth against his body, of your soft flesh under his hands… Things escalated further than he had ever expected that night, but he wasn’t going to complain, not when the sight of you, vulnerable, completely bare on his bed, was everything he could’ve ever dreamt of.

Minho knew then that he was ready to spend the next handful of decades with you, for as long as your mortal life lasted, or for as long as you wanted him to.

The first time you brought up the topic of feeding to him, Minho almost didn’t believe his ears.

‘Have you ever thought of feeding off of me, my love? Of drinking me up?’

It was not only the two questions themselves, but also the way you’d asked them, and your overall body language as you did, that made him think he was delirious. You didn’t sound scared, nor disgusted. If anything, there was a lingering curiosity in your tone, and, most importantly, a dangerous tint of sultriness, maybe even arousal, that hung to your every word.

‘Of course I have, my dear. More times than I could ever count…’

Minho had no reservations when he answered your queries. How could he, when you had shown him nothing but acceptance and love throughout these past handful of months? When you seemed to have absolutely no qualms when it came to his monstrous ways?

‘Would you like to do it?’

If he had the ability to, he was sure he would’ve fainted right then and there.

Of course he would like to do it. Scratch that, he would love to do it. There was barely anything he wanted more than to taste the scarlet liquid running through your veins, to have the undeniable taste of your humanity on his tongue.

What was seemingly an innocent walk along the stream in the forest had just turned into, quite possibly, one of the most satisfying feeds he’d had in centuries.

Minho sat on the ground, under one of the many trees that seemed to provide you two with an odd sense of privacy. Odd, because you were pretty much still in an open space.

Interestingly enough, even when Minho was a monster, he was still just as part of nature as you were, and, that night, all that booming life surrounding you in the forest simply protected you both; it let nature take its course.

With you straddling his lap, with one of his hands on the small of your back, and the other on the side of your neck, Minho pressed his lips to your pulse point, almost salivating at the minute thumps of your heart against his skin. You shivered in his hold, keeping your hands on his shoulders to maintain your posture.

“Do not make any sudden movements, darling. I do not want to hurt you…” He mumbled against the fragile skin, humming in satisfaction once you nodded. “If it becomes too much, say it. Or squeeze me if talking is too difficult, alright?”

You hummed, nodding again. Minho seriously hoped he’d be able to stop if you showed any signs of discomfort. He hadn’t had human blood in so long he wasn’t really sure how he’d react. Killing you was a very real possibility, he’d told you already, but you still wanted to go through with this. Being honest, he was just a weak man, incapable of passing up the opportunity when it was so boldly presented to him, even when it could possibly take your life.

So he delayed no further. He located the safest area he could on your neck, one where not too many important veins resided, and after a couple of tentative licks on your skin, his fangs enlarged. He lightly dragged them over your throat, letting you feel not only their presence, but also their sharpness.

“Take a deep breath. Do not move too much”, his voice was barely a whisper, but he knew you heard him clear as day.

As soon as you took that deep breath he’d asked you for, his teeth sank on your flesh, piercing the skin like it was a knife cutting room temperature butter. You didn’t move, but the moan that came out of your mouth was more than indication enough that you’d felt it all.

When your taste flooded his mouth, Minho couldn’t help but moan as well. It was all so much better than he had imagined. His whole body trembled, he felt as if he was burning up from the inside out in the best way possible, and he just closed his eyes to enjoy the taste of you.

What an absolutely delectable taste… So much so he had to remind himself to stop before it was too late. He was sure he had drank a bit too much for comfort, but you didn’t protest, you didn’t move one centimetre out of place, you just let him take as much as his heart desired, either because you trusted him that much, or because you had your own personal gains from this exchange–after all, no one just simply offered themselves to a vampire unless they had their own carnal reasons for it.

After soothing the pair of puncture wounds with his tongue, Minho finally pulled away from your neck to look you in the eyes. What he found was your blown pupils, your lips slightly parted as you took in ragged breaths, and even though his fangs were still very much at their full length, you immediately cupped his cheeks and pulled him in for a heated kiss.

It was messy, desperate, he was sure there was still some of your blood on his mouth that was now smearing all over yours, and he had to be careful not to hurt you with his teeth, but you didn’t seem to mind or care at all. You just kissed him like you needed him to breathe, and he let you indulge, mostly because he himself wanted nothing more than to have you as close as he possibly could.

Minho was constantly grateful that you’d crossed his path all those months ago, that you decided to move to this specific town in the first place. Not only did you let him drink your blood, but you also brought an irreplaceable spark to his lacklustre immortal life.

He tried not to think too much of the future, of the moment you’d inevitably pass away. There was no point in grieving this far ahead, he needed to remind himself that, yes, it would happen, but there were hopefully still many years before it did.

Enjoying the present was of the utmost importance. Especially when the present was you on his bed, with your legs over his shoulders and his mouth attached to your plump, warm centre.

All the sighs, and moans, and deep breaths, always reminded him you were here, you were his, and that you trusted him. You trusted him enough to bare yourself to him, to move in with him to his previously lonely manor in the outskirts of town, and to let him feed once a month from any area of your body he wanted to.

Feeding off of a human’s neck was usually the most traditional way, but when Minho found a suitable partner, he always liked to get creative. He’d admit there were spots he usually preferred, that he enjoyed much, much more than the neck. The softer the area was, the better. It was always much tastier, especially so once pleasure was coursing through his partner’s veins.

Thankfully for him, you had plenty of those softer, squishier areas, and you also had no reservations when he wanted to sink his teeth in them. He was trying his best not to get ahead of himself. Getting his fangs to their full length when he had his mouth between your legs was incredibly inconvenient, he genuinely didn’t want to hurt you, and he was certain that the sharp tip of his teeth would damage such a sensitive area of your body.

With a hand on your belly, and the other on your thigh, Minho let himself enjoy the taste of your arousal on his tongue. Your grip on his hair was tight, but you made no move to push him away; if anything, you were pulling him further into you, as much as he could be, keeping him there for as long as he’d let you.

Licking his way up to your clit, he sucked the sensitive nub into his mouth, parting his lips enough to flick it with his tongue. The moan of his name that spilled from your lips made his head spin. Your legs trembled with his motions, especially so when he finally brought his hand from your thigh close to your core to spread your juices with two of his digits.

Minho teased you for a bit, dipping just the tip of his fingers into you only to remove them a second after, increasing the pressure and pace of his tongue. At least, he tried to tease you… It was hard to do so when you begged so sweetly from him. Never in his long life had he enjoyed the sound of the word ‘Please’ coming out of someone else’s mouth as much as he did now, even more so when you called him your love, your darling, your heart.

My, my, my… Every time you addressed him as such he couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit human again. If he had a working heart, he was sure he’d feel it swell in his chest. Yours, yours, yours… He was yours. For as long as you lived, he’d be yours.

When Minho finally stuffed those two digits within your warmth, the sight of your head falling back against the pillows was enough to let him know it was time. He was thirsty, and he was ready to give in to his primal needs.

He removed his mouth from your skin, but he kept massaging that sweet spot within your walls that had your toes curling with need. “Going to do it now, my love. Hm?”

You nodded. “Please, darling…”

Minho hummed, giving your clit one more affectionate kiss before he replaced his mouth with his thumb. If he could die, you’d be the death of him for sure.

He kept rubbing precise circles on the apex of your thighs, dragging his fingers within your clamping walls. At least, as precisely as he could while he attached his mouth to your soft tummy. Already, his fangs made an appearance, it didn’t take much for them to whenever he knew he was about to puncture your skin. It was second nature at this point.

Sometimes, Minho liked to start with your belly. Yes, start. He’d developed a bit more self control since he started to feed off of you, so he used that to his advantage, to feed off of as many parts of your body as he could.

When his teeth sunk on your flesh, you exhaled a shaky breath. Oh, how sweet you tasted whenever his fingers were on you like this. He could not only smell your arousal, but also taste it on his tongue when he started to drink you up. It was intoxicating, fulfilling, it was absolutely everything to him.

Before he could get carried away, Minho pulled away from your tummy, swiftly reattaching his lips to one of your thighs instead. He repeated the motions, puncturing your skin, drinking your essence, soothing the wounds with his tongue only to move along to the next area.

By the time he was full, you were trembling, whining, begging for your release. So he cleaned the remnants of your blood with the back of his hand before his lips found their way between your legs once again. Minho tried his best to will his fangs to decrease in size, at least enough for his own comfort. At this point, he was absolutely sure you wouldn’t mind, if anything, it’d probably turn you own, but he still wanted to be careful.

As soon as he started to suck on your swollen nub, as soon as the pace of his fingers increased, unintelligible noises of pleasure fell from your mouth. It didn’t take long for you to finally find your release, swearing and saying his name time and time again. Minho loved to feel your warmth around his fingers, especially as it spasmed with the aftershocks of your orgasm. Somehow, it always made him feel even fuller than when he fed.

When he was sure you’d enjoyed as much of your pleasure as you could, he finally removed his fingers, and he simply kissed his way up your body, until his lips finally found yours. You sighed, a content sigh that had him feeling tingly all over, just as you hugged him close to you and pressed tired kisses on his lips.

“Feeling fine, my dear?” Minho mumbled between kisses, relishing the fast pace of your heart against his chest.

“Mm… Just a bit lightheaded”, you mumbled back, dragging your fingers through his hair, making him shiver.

After a few minutes of kissing, of reassuring words against the other’s skin, Minho pulled himself away from your tight hug so he could fetch you some food. It was important for you to replenish your body, the healthier you were, the more he’d be able to feed, but most importantly, the longer you’d live.

As he fed you your meal, as he engaged in conversation with you, Minho reminded himself once again how important it was to live in the present, to not worry about the impending future of your relationship. You were on his bed, laughing, smiling, joking about how he’d almost made you a colander tonight, telling him story after story of odd encounters you had with your customers, and, for now, that was more than enough for him.

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littlemisspascal · 2 years ago

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Rockford & Roan

Pairing: Tim Rockford x Female Reader/OFC 'Roan'

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: You meet Tim Rockford in the true crime section of the library of all places.

Rating: T

Warnings: Language, reference of self-harming + assault, meet cute, Reader has a dog, Reader has military background, Superpower AU, They Were Roommates AU, self-esteem issues, soulmates-ish, original characters, worldbuilding

- Reader has no first name and no physical traits described in detail except for being shorter than Rockford

Author Note: Elements of X-Men and Sherlock/Elementary mashed together because my brain said so. I've got more of these two (plus another Pedro Boy *cough* Thief *cough*) outlined if y'all are interested in seeing more of this world. It was a lot of fun attempting this new guy 😊

Special thanks to @beecastle for beta reading and encouraging me 💜💜💜

Part 2

The Session

You cross your legs, trying to get comfortable, immediately grimacing when the plush leather couch squeaks as a result. Your psychologist’s office smells overwhelmingly of lavender from the burning candle on her desk. Dr. Odair insists the smell has a calming effect to combat anxiety, but you remain unconvinced. You’re unconvinced about a lot of the advice these mandatory sessions offer, actually.

“How’s your search going?” Dr. Odair asks, pen poised above a fresh sheet of paper. “Have you connected with anyone?”

According to the internet, Dr. Charlotte Odair is one of the leading experts on empaths, telepaths, and other similar mind-gifts in the world. She’s also renowned for helping discharged military personnel integrate back into civilian society which meant you didn’t have much of a choice seeing anybody else.

Most people’s emotions are a finicky and erratic mess, shifting and fluctuating depending on the countless number of influences stemming from one’s surroundings. Some feelings are easy to identify at once, others are too obscure or complex to be named. The latter are the ones which overwhelm you. The ones which bury beneath your skin, an itch you can’t scratch no matter how harshly your nails dig into your arms, deeper and deeper until they’re stained red.

Dr. Odair’s emotions resemble crystalline waters, transparent and blatant. There’s no second-guessing with her, no hidden tricks. She’s been trained, masterfully so, to carefully bind her feelings to her will.

“Yeah, it’s been going great,” you answer, then nod down at your feet where a small, golden brown dog lies with his chin on his paws. “Connected with Banjo here over the weekend. We’re a total match for each other.”

She fixes you with a look over the thick rims of her glasses. “Is that so?”

Compared to humans, animals have a much smaller range of emotions. They broadcast exactly what they want like a neon sign, whether that be food, shelter, or a good petting. And if their desires are met, the hum of their contentment is a far more pleasant tune than most songs on the radio nowadays.

You’d actually been looking to get a cat when you went to the pet shelter, dismissing dogs as too needy and energetic for your liking, but fate had other plans. One look at the little mutt, with his tangled fur and deep, froggy bark, and you were signing the adoption paperwork within minutes. And still, even after that unexpected love at first sight moment, Banjo continues to surprise you with how easily he adapts to your routine, standing by your side like he always belonged there.

You tell Dr. Odair as much, but there’s no response even though you know she’s absorbing every word out of your mouth, turning them over in her head, analyzing each syllable. Her mood remains almost frustratingly steady, giving no indication as to what she’s thinking. That look remains though, blue eyes narrowing even further.

“You never said my match had to be another human.” Your hands tighten around Banjo’s leash, hoping she doesn’t catch the defensive edge your voice has taken.

Her pen starts to scribble a note across the paper, too similar to a doctor’s chicken scratch for you to read upside down.

You bite the inside of your cheek, glancing towards the flickering candle. Damn it.

“Miss Roan,” Dr. Odair begins, and you taste blood on your tongue, “I know it’s annoying, being forced to attend these sessions every week, but the fact of the matter is, empaths aren’t meant to live alone. Especially not after what you’ve endured. Finding someone to match with is what your empathy needs to finally settle down.”

She makes it sound so easy, like the rest of the world doesn’t have any issues with mind-gifts and the lack of privacy that comes with them. Like there isn’t a set of laws specifically written for people who can read thoughts with a single touch or predict the future through dreams because their gifts aren’t as flashy, as visible, and thus in the eyes of the government that makes them the scariest threat of all.

On the battlefield things were different. The laws of polite society didn’t apply, not out there amongst the pools of blood and ceaseless gunfire. Your mind-gift was a tool to take advantage of, capable of numbing pain away faster than drugs and boosting the troop’s morale to a near fever-pitch. There was no time to stop and assess the damage you were self-inflicting unintentionally by overworking your empathy. Nobody who cared enough about you as a person to recognize the warning signs—not even your own self.

It was a miracle, as your commanding captain would later put it, when enemy forces staged a midnight raid on the camp and a man pinned you to the floor, radiating nothing but vulgar lust, that your lapse of control only resulted in putting every hostile within a mile radius to sleep instead of killing them instantly.

A miracle for the unit maybe, but for you it marked the abrupt conclusion of your military career. Loss of control of one’s gifts stipulated their immediate release from serving, even if in your case it saved lives. Your discharge papers were officially signed and filed by the higher-ups before you regained consciousness three days later with a pounding headache from hell. Your mind-gift, once seen as a helpful aid to win battles, was now a time bomb dumped into the hands of Dr. Odair to deactivate.

And what is her brilliant solution? Matching. Or, as it used to be called back in the olden days when gifts were thought to be divinely bestowed instead of being entirely unpredictable mutations in one’s genetic code, soulbonding. A powerful connection forged between two individuals, locking their gifts together and intertwining their lives until death splits them apart.

Movies and fairytales will describe matching as the ultimate manifestation of true love, but love’s got nothing to do with it. Matching is a direct result of a human’s innate instinct to survive. It most commonly occurs when one or both members of the potential pairing possess dangerous gifts likely to cause harm to themselves. Supposedly, the bond is instantaneous once the two meet, causing their gifts to settle down, easier to control. Balancing each other out as if they were two halves of the same whole.

Sounds wonderful. In theory, at least. The biggest problem with matching is it can’t be done with just any random person. It can’t be forced either, not even between established couples. The bond happens solely on the choice of the gifts, not the will of the people involved. The hows and whys and other intricate details of the fateful decision-making process remain a mystery, one perhaps beyond mankind’s ability to ever solve, but regardless, it’s hard to argue against the overwhelmingly positive end results. To date, every recorded pair has admitted their match stabilized their gifts and saved their lives from an early death.

So until your mind-gift figures out who it wants, all you can do is walk the streets of Fox Leap, searching for just the right stranger in a sea of wrong strangers, empathy buzzing like a live wire pressed against your brain with each disappointing encounter.

“I am looking.” You’re being honest, despite what the dropping of your eyes to the floor might suggest. It’s too difficult to meet her gaze, afraid of the pity you might find shining through her carefully maintained facade. “I’m just not sure they want to be found.”

The Meeting

You meet Tim Rockford in the true crime section of the library of all places.

Fox Leap Central Library has essentially become your second home ever since you sought shelter from the rain one miserably gray afternoon two weeks after moving there. It’s one of the few places in the city that doesn’t make you feel like ants are crawling along your spinal cord, designed with dozens of cozy spaces to curl up with a good book and cup of coffee and zone out for a couple of blissful hours.

Your eyes are drifting over the colorful covers of fantasy books offering to transport you to alternate universes full of mythical beasts when you feel it. A flash of anger, stronger and more intense than anything you’ve ever felt, illuminating your mind-gift identical to a streak of lightning tearing through the darkness of night.

The emotion fades just as fast as it made itself known, but your empathy bays like a bloodhound picking up a scent trail, urging you to follow it to the source. Your fingers twitch at your side. Not with the desire to scratch, you realize with surprise, but to soothe. You haven’t felt this kind of compulsion since you’d been on the frontlines, taking away the pain from bullet-stricken soldiers, but that had been your purpose back then, a duty expected to fulfill.

This…This is a purely selfish want.

You bite your lip, glance down at Banjo, tail wagging as if to say what are we waiting for?, and then surrender to the temptation.

Three aisles down stands the library’s only other occupant in sight: a tall, broad-shouldered man in a white shirt and tan trench coat with dark, unkempt hair like he’s been running his fingers through it lately. He’s rubbing at his stubbled jawline, brown eyes glaring beneath furrowed brows at a book on serial killers.

He’s the perfect example of tall, dark and handsome but it’s not his looks that has your pulse quickening, a flutter of something dangerously akin to hope beginning to stir. If Dr. Odair’s emotions are a crystalline pool, then this man’s are an ocean in the midst of a storm. Turbulent on the surface, rough and irritable, concealing unexpectedly mesmerizing depths luring your mind-gift to dive deeper and deeper–

“Psychic or empath?” the man asks without looking away from the shelf, a slight raspiness to his voice that has your stomach flip-flopping before full awareness of his question even registers.

Startled back into your own head, you can only manage an eloquent, “Huh?”

He finally turns, piercing you with his gaze, intense yet not unkind. The storm afflicting his temperament lessens some, followed by a series of feather-light curious touches along the edges of your mind-gift.

You suck in a breath, expecting the stinging bolt of displeasure that usually follows when someone interacts with your empathy. Whether they’re being delicate or not, it’s never fun to have the most sensitive part of yourself poked and prodded and toyed with. But there are no symptoms of a headache in the seconds that follow. Only a strange sort of thrill at the connection. A sense of rightness.

And there’s that damn fluttering again…

Once again, you find yourself caught off-guard, unsure how the roles have swapped so quickly from you seeking to comfort a stranger to now you being comforted by him.

“Empath,” he says after another beat, answering his own question with a confidence that’s neither tentative nor arrogant. It sounds like a regular fact of life. The sky is blue, the sun is hot, and you’re an empath.

“Y-yeah, that’s right.” You nod your head, hands trembling where they are clutching Banjo’s leash. God, you don’t understand what’s wrong with you, why his stare has such a strong effect on your galloping heartbeat. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–”

The man looks down at Banjo then, taking in his snaggletoothed grin and perked ears with a soft smile of his own. “Cocker, poodle, schnauzer—interesting ancestry. I bet you have quite the story to tell.”

How did he–? You shake your head, getting your thoughts in some semblance of an order now that you’re no longer the sole focus of his attention. “This is Banjo. I adopted him from the shelter last weekend. We’re still getting to know each other.”

“Oh, good,” his soft grin widens, revealing a dimple in the side of his cheek. “It won’t take long to catch up then. How do you feel about takeout?”

You blink, frowning because huh? Is he just asking your opinion or is he asking something…more? It’s been so long since you’ve been asked on a date, you’re not even sure what the common etiquette is anymore. Isn’t everything arranged online nowadays? Swiping left or right and all that app rubbish?

“My schedule is unpredictable which leaves little time for cooking or grocery shopping, so at least three days a week I order takeout,” he continues, seemingly oblivious to your increasing confusion. “I also have frequent bouts of chronic insomnia, sometimes I’m up for days without any sleep.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

The question comes out sounding ruder than it had in your head, but if he’s offended by it the man shows no outward sign. “I figured if I were in your shoes, I’d want to know upfront the annoying traits of who I’ve matched with.”

“Who I’ve–?” you choke on the words, eyes widening.

Oh, you think faintly, a strange clarity sweeping over you, at last connecting the dots that seem so incredibly obvious now. What better reprieve for an overwhelmed mind-gift than an underwater safe haven muffling the chaos of the city. It’s you.

The Offer

“Rockford,” the man—your match—says, extending a hand to shake, warm and calloused. “Tim Rockford.”

You introduce yourself, probably looking a bit unhinged with how wide you’re grinning but you can’t help it. You finally found your match. The urge to run to Dr. Odair’s office and jump on her sofa, screaming he’s actually fucking real! at the top of your lungs is near irresistible.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” Rockford says. “I had a feeling our paths would cross soon once I settled into my new place. An apartment a couple blocks from here. Three bedrooms. One for me, one for my office, and the other is yours if you’re interested.”

Your eyebrows lift incredulously. “Seriously?”

“A good roommate is hard to find these days,” Rockford responds easily, shrugging. “Who better to live with than my match?”

You think about sharing a space with someone else. Someone who's human that you can have a two-way conversation with over meals, who doesn’t react to your mind-gift with repulsion or contempt. He makes a good point; good roommates are hard to find. A yes sits on the tip of your tongue, held back by a little voice in the back of your head insisting it’s too good to be true. He’ll grow tired of you eventually. Get sick of you dipping in and out of his head like a parasite. You should say no. There’s too much of a high potential you’ll wind up hurt and alone again. It’s too risky.

But, another voice chimes in, deep down beside the fragile hope, if it worked out for all the other matched pairs, then aren’t the odds in your favor?

“You barely know me,” is what ends up coming out of your mouth, a weak extending of a shovel for him to dig himself out of his offer.

He hums a thoughtful note, head tilting to one side, and your shoulders start to instinctively tense up in preparation of rapid backpedaling. A sudden wave washes over your mind-gift, though, steady reassurance drowning your budding fears.

“I know you’ve recently been discharged from the military,” he begins calmly, that same matter-of-fact tone from before. “I know you’re new to the city, not by personal choice but because you must attend mandatory sessions with a psychologist who resides here and has an excellent reputation with patients sharing your similar background. You’ve begun dreading the appointments—possibly because of trust issues, more likely because until you meet your match there’s very little she can do for your empathy and that frustrates you. And I know you adopted Banjo hoping he would pass as a substitute for me, but while he’s been helpful providing companionship, your mind-gift has continued causing you pain up until our meeting.” A pause for a quiet breath. “I think we have quite a solid foundation already, wouldn’t you agree, Miss Roan?”

“I–you–what?” You blink dumbly at him, brain function short-circuiting. Seriously, what? “How on earth…?”

“We all have our gifts."

And maybe it’s because he doesn’t elaborate further, meeting your quizzical stare evenly, still emanating steady reassurance, that makes it surprisingly easy for you to make a decision. You want to know this man. Not just his likes and dislikes, no, you want to know his happiness, his hurt, all the miserable shades of his sadness and every sharp pang of his rage. You want to look at him the way he looks at you: confident and steadfast. Unique to him in all the world.

If the stories are true and he’s going to be a part of your life for a long, long time, then you have the distinct feeling you’re going to need every one of those precious seconds to understand the infinite depths of Tim Rockford.

So, you nod your head. “Okay,” you tell him, lips curling at the corners into another wide grin when you detect how pleased he is with your agreement. “Let’s give it a try.”

“Meet me there tomorrow afternoon,” he says, grabbing the book he’d been burning holes into earlier with his glare. “445D Albatross Lane. Bright yellow door, can’t miss it.”

Then, turning on his heel in one fluid movement, he heads for the front desk, leaving you to process how a single meeting has just shifted your entire world on its axis.

#tim rockford #tim rockford fanfic #tim rockford x reader #tim rockford x you #tim rockford x ofc #pedro pascal character fanfiction

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gl00mur41 · 2 months ago

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hello twst tumblr... particularly those who enjoy idiavil... i don't know who to share these ideas with so i have decided to post them here.

the idiavil brainrot is constant. persistent. so is the twst brainrot in general but not a day will go by where i don't think about idiavil at least once. this has caused a whopping 21 different fics ideas to form in my brain. some i like a lot more than others and so i wanted to ramble about my favorites. these may eventually show up on my ao3 (EdgarAllanFruitbowl), possibly posted on here as well, but i'm kind of drowning in school work and just life in general so idk.

ANYWAYS!!! i have a few general fics i wld like to write (arcade date, mutual pining, ghost au) but i honestly have more oddly specific ideas.

first of all, a pokémon fic. i like the idea of them being in the pokémon canon universe, but the idea of a fic where idia just infodumps about pokémon and vil builds a team and they battle eachother... it tickles my brain right. i personally feel like vil would enjoy pokemon but idia would be more into it... i think vil enjoy stuff more like animal crossing and stardew valley. idk i just can't exactly picture him playing pokémon or the legend of zelda and enjoying it like idia would.

NEXT FIC IDEA. this is one of two mutual pining fics i have written down. it's less mutual pining, more idia being idia and vil just isn't sure how to feel about liking idia romantically. very specifically, i got the idea from won't say i'm in love from hercules. i ADORE that song, and it just feels super vil-coded to me. i mostly imagine the "muses" in this situation (basically just the people trying to get vil to stop denying his feelings) would be ortho and epel. epel because he's also in pomefiore (and i also LOVE HIM), and ortho because of the film studies club (but also because he'll have relevance since it's idiavil). ortho wld know about how both parties are interested but he wld keep it a secret. i also think that ortho and epel wld be like their matchmakers... i love ortho and epel as a duo, i think they'd wreak a lot of havoc together. other than that it's kind of basic compared to my other fic ideas but i still love it a lot.

THIRD FIC IDEA. i only recently came up w this one and jotted it down frantically on the bus so i don't rlly have much of a concept yet but an actor au, either stage or like tv actors. i know acting is out of character for idia but he could always be in the tech crew... also its an au i can write him a little ooc if i want.

FINAL FIC IDEA I WILL SHARE FOR THIS POST. I SAVED MY FAVORITE FOR LAST. BAND AU. ok so it's more like a singer/stand alone artist au. i think abt this au so much it's not even funny. i have a ton written down but this post is already long enough so i'll sum it up, if for some reason this idea gains traction i'll post more abt it again. this takes place like one or two years in the future? idkfs yet. idia and vil are both individual artists but enjoy each other's music a lot despite the contrast in style. after a few interviews and messages they end up making a song together, which then turns into a few songs, and oh no now they're in love. i eat breathe sleep this au i don't even know why i haven't started writing for it yet (because i have adhd and school is kicking my ass) . ANYWAYS THATS IT. i thoroughly enjoy rambling abt these fics but also idiavil in general so comments/responses are encouraged if u feel like it. i will probably respond at lightspeed unless i am sleeping. farewell idiavil nation 🫡

#disney twst #twst #idiavil #twisted wonderland

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msbarrybeeson · 5 months ago

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Princess and Her Matra | Cyno X (F) Reader (Part II) (Royal AU)

Summary: Your Prince of Avidya had arrived with the intent of taking your hand in marriage, but something seemed off about him and his advisor. A bitter taste infected the General Mahamatra's tongue, watching you from afar. Matra Dehya and Candace could not help but tease a little.

Relationship: (Bodyguard) Cyno X (Desert Princess) Female Reader

Characters: General Mahamatra Cyno • Matra Dehya (Lionness) • Matra Candace (Priestess) • Prince of Avidya Scaramouche • Avidyan Advisor Il Dottore.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1570

Parts: One / Two / Three / Four / Five

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"So, you're going to explain how you managed to catch Her Highness's heart?"

A whisper.

Cyno whipped his head to find two Matra beside him, one smirking and the other with a knowing smile. He grumbled, "Dehya. Do not."

"Just curious, General."

"We have figured you two have feelings for a while," Candace chuckled. "There is no need to pretend anymore."

The Mahamatra, however, froze. Hushed, he demanded, "Don't tell me word got out to every–."

"Calm yourself, General." The Lionness flapped her hands. "We're not clueless or ignorant as you think. Really offensive if you even think of us like that." He deadpanned in response. She continued, "It's obvious what'll go down if this reaches our King."

"We can assure you your secret is safe."

Cyno could not have asked for better friends. He sighed, crossing his arms. "So?" Dehya pushed in a quiet voice.

The General thought back to the other late afternoon, half a week ago. He could still feel the touch on his lips. His fingers nearly ghosted over as the memory flashed, but he was also aware of prying eyes from his friends, especially the Lionness's.

"It simply happened."

Candace snorted as a soundless laugh shook her body, while Dehya looked offended. "'Simply happened'? What kind of answer is that?" She flickered between her friend and Cyno. "Pretty certain your lovey-dovey moment is a lot more than 'happened.'"

"At ease, Dehya," said Candace, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Careful or the whole throne room will catch us."

Dehya scoffed. "Whatever. Guess our General has other– more shameful– secrets hidden." She glanced in your direction. Then, eyed Cyno. "Today's the day, huh. How're you feeling, General?"

He was well aware of what his friend meant. He sighed, a pained look in his eyes. How could it ever be easy to watch your own lover look into another person's eyes, hold another person's hands, and eventually live their life with them instead of you? The Mahamatra trailed his sights from the floor to you, meeting your eyes and your upset expression.

You were there, yet you were also so far.

Suddenly, a loud rumble of the palace entrance opening cued everyone to positions. Cyno cleared his throat as he, with force, put down his partisan.

Adorn in cream-colored fabrics with gold and auburn linings, you stood from your throne alongside your Father.

As the giant doors widened, light crept into the throne room and a set of men in uniform of forest green and onyx black, presumed to be bodyguards of the Prince, or the Matra's counterparts known as "Rangers."

They were followed by a rather interesting man.

Your posture stiffened as he, who had light blue hair and eyes covered with a mask, entered the throne room. His stature, tall. You were quick to note his unusual clothing compared to the Rangers.

"What in Deshret's name is that man wearing?" Dehya murmured. Candace creased her brows. "Strange. I have traveled to Avidya when I accompanied our merchants before, and this does not suit their culture."

"So you're saying he's from a whole 'nother kingdom? I never even thought there is a place outside of Setekh and Avidya."

"I am sure no one from either kingdom would adorn themselves in such thick animal fur."

"Honored to meet you, King of Avidya. Your Highness all the same." The strange man bowed to you. "My name is Il Dottore, closest advisor of His Highness, whom I may formally introduce to you: Prince Scaramouche of Avidya."

Your hands turned clammy.

Your breathing hastened.

A young man of a shorter, slender figure strolled in.

His locks were indigo, matching his eyes distinguishably outlined in red. You found his clothing bizarre as well. While he was dressed in what would be closer to Avidya fashion, there was also a large amount of purples and reds in his palette, especially in his wide ornamented hat. A long, leafy green, silk veil accompanied him from behind.

"The pleasure is all mine." He put on a smile, bowing.

Cyno felt his jaw tighten.

The King nodded his head. "Prince Scaramouche. I welcome you to the Setekh. I have my faith all is well in your travels?"

"Your concern is appreciated, Your Majesty. Not a single trouble there was."

"I see. Allow me to introduce you my daughter, Princess (Name). Or shall I say, your betrothed." The King signaled in your direction to bow. You nearly scowled.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Prince Scaramouche." You had hesitated in great distaste. It seemed Scaramouche paid no attention to it. He held out his hand, bringing yours as he placed a gentle kiss. "I must say, you look rather stunning, Princess (Name), seeing you dressed in glowing silk."

The Mahamatra found his own eye twitching.

You hummed. "Then, color me impressed to find your subjects in such thick fashion. The Setekh rarely has anyone in thick fabrics. Perhaps, it would do you well to alter yourself in better convenience, my betrothed." A slight swing in your tone, as if to mock.

A Setekhan council member broke into snickers, gathering eyes which forced him to compose himself.

Your Father narrowed his in your direction.

"My, I suppose you do have a point, beloved." Scaramouche's hand twitched. "But I'm afraid us Avidyans take much pride in our culture."

"Then, perhaps the Setekh is not a suitable place–."

The King hastily cleared his throat. "Excuse my daughter's fatigue. It has also been a while since we have had honored guests welcomed into our palace. You must be exhausted yourself. Allow my Matra to guide your way to your chambers."

As the guests began leaving the throne room, Cyno glared, sending daggers toward the Prince. However, you, catching onto his glowering expression, signaled your hand. 'Calm down,' you mouthed.

I could say the same for you. He did not say it though. It was much preferable to him for you to impolite to another man. Cyno huffed, before marching to your side, as always when you were due for slumber.

"Matra Dehya, Candace." The King named, stopping the two from accompanying the guests. Confusion seeped into their faces. "As of tonight, I shall assign you to guard my daughter. Nothing shall get in the way of this wedding."

They bowed. "Understood."

"And you, (Name)." You knew where this was going. "I expect better behavior of you in front of the Prince tomorrow. The future of Setekh is dependent on your relations." Your Father's voice was laced with disappointment, nearly making you feel guilty. "Do you understand?"

You mumbled, "Yes."

"Rest up. You have many plans to fulfill with the Prince"

Silence filled your walk to your chamber. You did not wish to say anything, especially when concerns bounced in your mind. The General Mahamatra stared towards you, equally worried. But it seemed the Lionness had some ideas of her own. "That guy was bizarre."

At least you had someone who loved to speak her mind.

"Hm." Candace hummed. "Il Dottore or Prince Scaramouche?"

"To be honest, both."

"I have to agree. They wear unusual clothing."

"You two noticed as well?" You paused in your tracks. "All of Avidyan merchants who entered Setekh are dressed purely in greens and browns. Occasionally, they would wear black."

"Il Dottore is dressed in a thick coat. Even in Avidya, the weather is much too warm for him to wear such a thing, as I said to these two," Candace pointed out. "I cannot say much about the Prince. He suits Avidyan fashion better than his advisor."

"I have a hypothesis," you slowly voiced.

"You should be cautious, Your Highness. All of us should be." The General Mahamatra crossed his arms. "It could be that the arrangement is tampered by external parties, coroborrating with Avidya."

"Why though?" Dehya questioned. "What are they even getting by uniting Setekh and Avidya? Haven't they always hated us?"

"That is exactly what one of my Father's councilmen said. For many centuries too." You nodded. "Tomorrow, during lunch, both parties are discussing plans for the arrangement. Perhaps things will finally make better sense then."

"If something ever happens–." The Mahamatra jumped quickly to urge you.

"Any harm done to anyone of my palace and Setekh, and those men will not leave unscathed, I promise you that."

"Don't let your guard down, Your Highness," Cyno reminded.

Everyone paused.

"Seriously?" Dehya groaned, hands on her hips.

"Have I said something.. wrong?"

You blinked. Oh, he was serious this time. Suddenly, a laugh jumped out. Even Candace smiled. Dehya's smile was more painful and awkward.

"Would anyone care to enlighten me?"

"The one time..." Your General looked at you confused, as if pleading for an answer. You remained silent this time. For the best, you thought.

"We bid you a good night, Your Highness." Candace smiled.

As the door to your chamber finally shut tightly, Dehya could not stop herself, breaking into snickers. "Our mighty, stoic, fierce General," Dehya wrapped an arm around him, swinging from side to side, "is actually a lover boy. Always ready to jump in for our sweet Princess." She clasped her hands together and imitated the scenario playfully.

She spoke in exaggerated voices, switching between Cyno's deep pitch and yours. "'I will always be there for you, Your Highness.' 'You make me so happy, my General!' 'It makes me jealous that another man is taking you–.'"

"Say another word and you'll be sorry."

#reader insert #cyno x reader #cyno x y/n #genshin cyno #cyno #genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin dehya #genshin candace #fanfiction #writing

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shsl-box-worshipper · 6 months ago

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So, I was rewatching the first How To Train Your Dragon movie and my mind immediately drifted to Code Lyoko (cuz of course it does), which led me to think of an interesting AU.

Code Lyoko, but set in a modern day How To Train Your Dragon setting. (Click the read more for more information about the AU cuz ohhhh boi, I infodumped hard)

Dragons are a world-wide species of animals that have learned to mostly (keyword: mostly) co-exist with humans thanks to the efforts of various cultures around the world thousands of years ago and modern preservation efforts.

Nowadays, they are viewed the same way as hawks, horses, and other useful pets: Popular and useful, but can be hard to train and can even be deadly.

Various characters in Code Lyoko actually have dragons as pets, most notably Odd since Kiwi is a Terrible Terror in this AU (And yes, it is even more of a pain for Ulrich to deal with).

Dragons, similarly to dogs and cats, aren't allowed at Kadic, but Kadic does have some dragon-related classes, a specific area on campus for them (since its kind of hard to separate tamed dragons from their owners), and some dragon lessons are integrated into otherwise normal classes.

Plot-wise, Franz, Anthea, and Aelita all had dragons. Anthea's was taken when she was kidnapped, and Aelita's got virtualized onto Lyoko along with her and Franz (there's a specific chamber in the scanner room specifically for dragons because Franz knew Aelita wouldn't leave her dragon behind no matter how hard he tried to convince her otherwise).

Franz's dragon, a battered-looking Night Fury whom he rescued from Project Carthage and who he named Odin, was instructed to stand guard of the Supercomputer and by extension, the factory as a whole.

One of the main difficulties Jeremie had to face while getting into the Factory to look for scrap initially was trying to avoid and hide from this lumbering, giant Night Fury that is the sole reason behind the Factory's ghost stories and that he had NO IDEA ABOUT.

When Jeremie finally turns on the supercomputer, he is greeted not only by an amnesiac pink-haired elf lady but is also met with a much younger and more spotted Night Fury, that wears armor that looks like if a cross between a viking and a knight, and is ALSO an amnesiac (I imagine that Lyoko will create virtual forms of any kind of creature that has some sort of consciousness, not just humans. Since dragons in the How To Train Your Dragon franchise are shown to be somewhat intelligent, I imagine that they could have more thorough and cohesive Lyoko forms than those of like, a fly).

Jeremie initially calls the Night Fury 'Spot' (Because it's covered in white patches compared to Franz's Night Fury, which just has a white patch on it's belly), but Aelita gets both her name and the name of the Night Fury back during the end of XANA Awakens, where it's revealed to be Tannlos (The Norwegian translation of Toothless, since the story of Hiccup and Toothless is considered a Nordic legend in the modern day and, like in canon, Franz liked reading Norse myths and legends to Aelita when she was a kid).

Tannlos, similarly to Aelita, lacks some of the necessary components needed to devirtualize or have any attacks (Yes, his breath weapon is gone on Lyoko and he can't even use it in the real world).

He's also really small, just large enough to have Aelita on his back and run with her, but too small to properly fly with her (he can still fly just fine tho without the extra weight).

As such, he mainly just acts as a method of ground transportation for Aelita and as a scout on Lyoko.

On that note, I guess I should talk about the other characters.

I've already talked about Odd having a Terrible Terror as a pet. He similarly tries to keep hidden from Jim, though it fails much more since a Terrible Terror is higher maintenance than a dog.

Ulrich's dad works as an executive at a company that researches dragons to develop various kinds of tech and his mom used to be a trainer in her youth. Since his family has to work with them frequently, Ulrich knows some basic techniques on dealing with dragons, despite his (initial) dislike of them.

Jeremie, conversely, has no skills regarding them, and his family doesn't own any, in fact. His survival against the Factory Night Fury is based on his own ingenuity, intelligence, and the basic tips he haggled out of Ulrich. He eventually manages to bond with the Factory Night Fury during XANA Awakens and it helps defend the factory against XANA attacks.

Yumi's family doesn't have any dragons and the Ishiyamas have a strict no pets rule along with that. However, Yumi is friends with a Monstrous Nightmare that lives in the woods, who she named Ryoji so that Yumi can talk about her openly in front of her parents. Yumi even lets Hiroki play with her since she effectively has tamed the dragon, despite not owning it legally.

A lot more of this AU has to deal with worldbuilding and how a modern society with actual dragons would work, as well as how dragons could both work with and against XANA's attacks. But I don't know if anyone is interested in this kind of stuff.

#code lyoko #lets see how the audience gauging goes #httyd #writing #alternate universe #i imagine that later in the au as part of Ulrich's character development #he gets a dragon of his own #and both he and yumi bring their dragons along to fight on Lyoko #as well as Odd and Kiwi (though I'm imagining how hilarious it would be if a version of Dog Day Afternoon happened in this AU)#oh and i haven't decided which would be funnier/make more sense for sissi #sissi hating dragons to the point of trying to get them banned from kadic #or her liking them and having a dragon that's equally as much of a bitch as she is #reposting cuz tumblr did an oopsie

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lani-heart · 3 months ago

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Hello! I wanted to start off with I really love your work and I can’t wait for new updates for circus!

I am so sorry to bother you and please ignore this if it’s too unhinged or bothersome. But I’ve been reading a lot of hybrid au fics (specifically ones where hybrids kinda take over the role of pets/animals) recently and was curious about your opinion on some world view questions for hybrid universes. Again do not feel pressured to answer any or all of them, I was just curious about your take on these.

Do you think there would be animals/pets in addition to hybrids in these universes? Or have hybrids replaced that role in these universes?

If hybrids have replaced the role that animals do in our universe, would zoos still exist? Do you think hybrids would enjoy being in zoos? Or do you think it would be more demeaning being gawked at every day by strangers?

If hybrids have replaced the role of animals would people still consume “traditional” meat, or other animal byproducts? Or would it transition to more veggie style alternatives? Would “traditional” milk still exist? Or would that transition to more alternate forms as well?

Do you think there would be hybrids that are incapable to human speech for one way or another and would thus communicate as their respective animal? Or would they just become mute instead?

Would hybrids have the same sort of life expectancy as humans or their respective animal? If they had the same life expectancy as humans would it be considered irresponsible to adopt a hybrid significantly younger than oneself?

Do you think cross breeding can happen between hybrids? If they can reproduce, do you think it would be similar to a mule situtation where the offspring is typically infertile?

Again sorry to bother you when I know you’re probably really busy, but I do appreciate any input you might have.

This is such an interesting idea that I'm tempted to make an extra section of circus about the world. I have definitely thought about what kind of dynamic hybrids would be, in my opinion.

However, I never thought about it really replacing animals, but if I see it in a different light, I think Hybrids can almost be like raising a person. So like a kid but not really? I think pets would be still a thing land maybe some would own both but I see hybrids being more like a higher-class option.

Like all the characters we've seen so far and even comparing it to my other hybrid series 7tales which is an enhypen fic. Most of the dynamics are rich kids since I see this world as hybrids are often seen as trophies or simply servants in the eyes of humans. So they wouldn't replace animals entirely its just a different market for the niche. So instead of hiring a babysitter, get a hybrid. Instead of hiring a butler, get a hybrid kind of thing. They'd replace certain jobs and of course, would be different for each species as well which I won't get too deep into.

I do think zoos would probably go down in this world and maybe become sanctuaries since they wouldn't be able to get rid of that whole aspect. So like how Seonghwa and Hongjoong were in the circus with hundreds of other hybrids, I think they'd replace a lot of the animals but not all since it is a problem even now. Just that hybrids would be more popular since it's a "newer" phenomenon. Like mentioned briefly hybrids do get gawked and looked at in public since they're seen as this attraction for humans and almost like a luxury. So I don't think hybrids would like it very much and think of it as deeming as Seonghwa, San, Hongjoong, and Yeosang do.

Even then in this world, I consider a lot of hybrid activist claiming hybrids should have rights which will be shown later on in the story with how some get by it.

I think cross-breeding wouldn't be common. Since a lot of the hybrid universe stance is an experiment one day being monopolized for humans. Humans are above animals so they're also higher up than hybrids. Some hybrids I would consider more domesticated too like they wouldn't survive alone.

Disabilities would honestly make sense in hybrids. Especially if they were experiments... so mute hybrids I think would be the most common probably due to mental health or other circumstances. At the end of the day, they are part human so they understand and go through what humans do.

Don't apologize for these questions I love asks about the background scene of my stories it gives it more depth and things to think about. it was an interesting thing to think about really and gave me a few ideas for the future <33

#anon #ateez circus #lani's corner

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stepswowdsen · 2 months ago

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【KagePro】 KuroEne AU: Kuroha takes Ene to see Haruka’s sketchbook 🖤💙

Intro Rambles

Main Points:

KuroEne AU: Kuroha takes Ene to see Haruka’s home and sketchbook

Kuroha weaponizes his knowledge of his S/O to use as advantages for him

Kuroha encourages his S/O to keep playing the game with him

KuroEne AU: Ene insists that she’s just playing the game with Kuroha to defeat him, which amuses him

KuroEne AU: Ene’s denial of her own feelings

HaruTaka and KonoEne rambles

The concept of digital tears

Fave Sen-core chara/ship tropes

I included my discussion rambles with Feila ^^

HaruTaka and KonoEne are mentioned in this, but this is mainly about my KuroEne AU

KuroEne Depictions

(Gonna copy paste my old rambles)

Not to be smug or anything, but I actually do think the best interpretations of canon-verse KuroEne (that I've seen, at least), are mine.

I’ve seen a lot of takes from KuroEne artists back then back when I was a kid, and there’s lots of interesting ones, but the reason why I’m mainly obsessed with KuroEne in the first place, is because the ship hinges on my writing (ship AU depictions). It feels more personal to me that way.

Aside from that… In general, I'm insanely picky with depictions of my fave charas/ships.

I think it's also cuz I make sure to alleviate/ease the power imbalance that Kuroha inevitably has over every character (all Mekakushi Dan members) due to his power over knowledge and brute strength in Konoha's body, as much as possible, by having Ene be more assertive and dominant, and because he (Kuroha) knows when to be "softer" in their interactions (including their intimacy)

Like he allows Ene to do what she wants and thus sates his curiosity for new experiences with her (or comparing them with old ones).

Cuz Ene still keeps her headstrong personality and assertiveness in my portrayals

Takane/Ene is easily agitated, spiteful, and difficult to deal with, and gets extremely flustered and shy and embarrassed easily

Ene is strong-willed, bold, stubborn, easy to rile up, emotional, and really confrontational... I think her softer personality, and also her capability to also be aggressive with him, really helps.

I'm a little wary when some KagePro fan-artists go too far with having Kuroha/Saeru taunt and weaponize his memories and knowledge of his S/O’s past relationships and memories with others

For example, Haruka with Takane/Ene

I feel like there's a fine line, and some people cross that line, and it just gets... too much.

I think y'all know what I'm getting at. Like if it's just one guy making the other party emotionally distressed by taunting them about their past relationships/memories, that's just unappealing as hell (in general, and especially for ship content).

I’m usually not a fan of this personally, cuz some fan depictions take this in unsavoury directions imo

This is why I said before that Kuroha ships need to be carefully handled like some ship depictions I’ve seen, just go way too far with this, and have it bleed into unsavoury depictions by worsening the power imbalance between him and his S/O. Which is just eugh. Even aside from that, it’s just incredibly boring/bland and uninteresting to me

Even though Kuroha/Saeru could definitely transform into Haruka's exact appearance with Konoha's Eye Ability, Awakening Eyes, the ability to remake his body into one that the owner finds to be "ideal," I don't really want to depict scenes like that, unless it's... mild. Like if it's something like this, it's fine. Ene biting back at him and countering him like this would be great.

Ene: Kokonose Haruka...... died 2 years ago. You are NOT him.

Ene: I know the difference between him (Haruka and Konoha), and YOU, impostor of an impostor.

There's a scene in MCA (Mekakucity Actors), the terribad KagePro anime, where Kano uses his Eye Ability, Deceiving Eyes, to transform into Haruka to mess with Ene to scold her for what she's doing to Shintaro, and she understandably gets really distraught and does NOT take it well (though MCA's animation is so laughable I can't take it seriously)

Kano's Eye Ability, Deceiving Eyes, allows him to "change what people perceive him as, he can change how he appears, sounds, and even feels to others and can thus impersonate other people and animals." In simpler terms, it’s basically like a mild form of Illusion power

And Kano, as Ayano's younger foster brother, had been working together with Ayano before her suicide so he's the only MekaDan member who knows about Saeru (Snake of Clearing Eyes)'s existence prior to the present day plot (August 15th, the Kagerou/Heat Haze Day.)

Discussions with Feila

F: I JUST GOT UP FROM MY GRAVE HWUHSUSH,!??!?@?@?

Oh boy, more content that will last me for another 6 months

F: God damn Ene is pretty in every media

Me: Now I'm really curious about the context of that one Ayano and Ene art in the Anthologies.

MY AYATAKA/AYAENE YURI WILL RISE!!! ❤️💙

I haven’t read it yet, so it better not be Kano using Deceiving Eyes or something (but it’s probably likely 😩)

Me: I translated a couple KuroEne comics in my files (since I have at least 90% of their old fanarts saved in my files)

Debating whether to post them on Tumblr or not cuz I have most of their fanarts, which have been deleted from the internet. Perhaps I could link to my Notion page instead?

F: If I had a nickel for every ship fan comic I’ve seen that involves Kuroha taunting Ene about Haruka, I'd have 2 nickels, or probably more since I'm a very late witness of KagePro

F: Ene is opening up, then again, similar to MCA where he would take form of Haruka to remind Ene of her past, he could he doing the same thing here since, Ene's reactions are similar...

Me: MCA is animated laughably bad but just remembering the devastated reaction Ene has when Kano uses his Ability to turn into Haruka...

I don't want to portray something like that with Kuroha/Saeru tbh. She (understandably) wouldn’t take it very well

F: Ene looks like that one Shinji meme but standing up

Me: I've seen the “Kuroha weaponizes his knowledge of his S/O’s past relationships by taunting them” trope so many times in KuroEne ship fanarts (and Kuroha ship fanarts in general) that I personally choose not to depict stuff like that

F: I'm just biased towards yours 😭 😭

Also, within the context of your AU, if he wants to lure Ene into his trap, he must not remind her of the past then, so she'd move onto him

F: Uh, not sure if Ene is the type of person so easily move on, but I feel like she'd still have the feeling of a small crush on Haruka

Me: Yeah like I'm not saying that he wouldn't pull something like transforming into Haruka in those cases (in the fanart depictions that I’ve seen) but it can get too... much. Which is why I choose not to depict stuff like that.

Me: Imo Ene would still have lingering feelings for Haruka too. Which he doesn't mind. She still feels attracted to him (Saeru) and wants to play the game with him

F: Yep, that's how I portray it at least

Me: I'm biased towards my ship AU depictions too. The power imbalance in all Kuroha ships obviously still exists, but I made sure to alleviate the power imbalance as much as possible

Also that too. Kuroha/Saeru wouldn't want to remind her of the past/others because he wants to lure Ene into his trap and seduce her so that they can play the game together without any restraints/inhibitions holding them back.

In my KuroEne AU, he wants her to be drawn toawrds him and to get into her heart.

So I personally avoid depicting stuff like "Kuroha/Saeru weaponizes his knowledge of Ene's memories with Haruka." Again, I'd only depict this kind of thing in my own ship AU works if she calls him out on it/his bluff.

Me: Imo he DOES weaponize his knowledge of Haruka and Konoha’s relationships with her, but I don’t want to depict it in THIS specific way. In my ship AUs, it’s more like he uses his knowledge to his advantage to get into her heart, better understand her desires and how to fulfill them, etc.

Me: Also in general, Kuroha ships just don't work if the other party is too passive imo. Like his S/O needs to keep their agency and be able to confront him at times (when it matters), in order for the ship to work

F: Ene is pretty reactive and energetic she fits to be the opposing S/O

Me: I agree. Ene fits perfectly with Kuroha/Saeru. She’s one of the charas who’s a really good pick for him

Me: But like you said, in my ship AU he would avoid reminding her of the past so that she can “fall with him” (fall into the abyss with him). Metaphorically speaking.

Me: I took creative liberties in my ship AU so that he would consider being intimate with humans

I think KuroEne has fascinating potential so I wanted to explore their relationship dynamic more

Me: Like in this case, he understands that NOT pulling something like this would get Ene to open up to him easier.

F: Yess, he wants to lure her in, he will charm her with his actions

Kuroha takes Ene to see Haruka’s home and sketchbook

(Copy pasting my old rambles)

Could you just imagine Kuroha taking Ene (who transferred into in an android body to move in the real world) to Haruka's house. Kuroha decides to take Ene back to Haruka's house (the idea just came to him in this route and he wants to experience new things)

Cuz I imagine Haruka's things were just taken back to his house by his family after his death. When Ene finds all of Haruka's old things, she just gets emotional and clutches his sketchbook in her arms, hugging it.

Reminded of Hama's old fanart of Ene hugging Haruka's sketchbook... God.

At first she's conflicted whether to go through his things, and is constantly mulling it over in her head whether it's ok to go through someone's private things, but decides to eventually, giving into her curiosity. When she decides to open the sketchbook, she just sees that the pages of Haruka's sketchbook are filled with his 2 years old sketches of her...

Kuroha is strangely not very chatty/talkative, and quiet for the duration of this trip. He lets her bask in it and take it all in. Saeru should understand that staying silent and letting this encounter stay melancholic and somber benefits him here. He gets to see more of Ene’s vulnerable sides by letting her mourn on her own. He doesn’t say anything while she looks around and takes everything in.

This time, Kuroha/Saeru decides to act more tender in response, cuz this is a softer, more tender, more vulnerable side of Ene that he hasn't ever seen before in all of the past routes.

So, Saeru, with a neutral expression (similar to the Joker art), without saying anything, just... crouches down and rests a hand in her hair, and pats her head softly... While she's kneeled on the ground, hugging Haruka's sketchbook...

Even he should understand that it's MUCH better to "behave" here because he would get to see a more tender side of Ene that he hasn't seen before. Like come on he should understand that staying silent here benefits him cuz she would show a more tender side to him and appreciate that he chose to bring her here.

Ene’s willingness to show tenderness to him, despite everything… 🥹

I decided to go with this cuz it's 1000000x better for him to be more tender here. It fits better. Because this is new for him. He gets to see a new side of her. When Ene looks up at him, with an expression on the verge of tears, and mutters a small, “Thank you,” to him, he blinks a bit in mild surprise at first, and then etches the sight into his memories. This one stands out to him.

Like bruh, I REALLY don't want him to ruin the moment by saying some shit like, "The Haruka you know and love is dead!" Like (.) 🧍

He can do this to the MekaDan all he wants, but the moment he does this in my ship AU scenarios is when I’ll beat his ass ✌️

Even if he totally has it in him to do that, this is like the ONE time I don’t want him to ruin the moment. It’s just so unappealing in general too

Rambles with Feila

Me: I had an idea before of Kuroha bringing Ene to Haruka's old house to see Haruka's sketchbook and his sketches of her. I didn't fit this scenario into any particular Route yet, I just thought the scenario would be interesting to think about.

Me: Kuroha/Saeru letting their encounter be more melancholic and somber and choosing to stay quiet and NOT using the situation as a way to taunt her would actually allow him to see more of Ene's softer sides/vulnerabilities (and he never would've seen this particular side of Ene in a Route before). Cuz Ene would have a sense of gratefulness to him after this. It would be advantageous to him.

Me: Yeah like in my AU he wants to lure her in and charm her into playing the game with him, so he would want to earn her trust and avoid doing stuff like this that would setback his goals/their relationship, especially if it’s early on

F: Oh well, he's getting her to open up, but that is still in character without him having to taunt Ene

Me: Yeah like imo he should be able to understand that giving Ene the space to mourn (in this scenario) benefits him more.

Me: This is like the ONE time I don’t want him to ruin the moment 😭

It fits better. He should understand that giving her the space to mourn is in his best interests so that he can see more of Ene's vulnerable sides. So it fits this encounter to be more melancholic and somber. It's just more interesting thematically, and writing-wise too.

He gets more benefits out of it. It’s advantageous to him.

F: Yeah like, Ene mourning over Haruka and Kuroha being all like "Too bad, look at me, I'm your previous lover, aren't I?" is just so... eugh. He could be a lil possessive over Ene, but it's not like he'd get jealous of this too. He will let her mourn in peace

Me: Right like fuck no I won't depict shit like that ever 😭 Yeah it's just so... eugh :/ I'm not a fan of when people lean into or depict stuff like this. If it’s mild, it’s ok, but sometimes it goes way too far.

Me: He doesn't get jealous, because he has nothing to be jealous of. No one can best him when it comes to knowledge. He does have it in him to be (mildly) possessive though, but not in this situation. He would let her mourn in peace (about Haruka), because it's advantageous to him.

Kuroha letting Ene mourn is just way more interesting from a writing standpoint.

Them showing this kind of tenderness to each other in an AU where she’s actually aware of his true identity (and he’s not putting on an act) is just so interesting.

Saeru not using the situation to stroke his ego for once, and granting someone this sense of peace/tranquility and reassurance, is just so unlike the usual him, but he DOES recognize the benefits presented to him by choosing to act this way, and reaps the rewards for doing so.

He supposes that, since he DID want to learn more about human emotions/love, that it’s better to do this.

KuroEne AU: Dialogue Scripts

I have depicted Kuroha bringing up Ene’s relationships with Konoha and Haruka to her in a KuroEne AU Route where KuroEne play the game alone and have Love/Hate sex, so Ene is aware of his true name (Saeru) and his identity as the Clearing Snake.

So she sees him as an evil snake who is possessing the body of her previous friend/lover, and knows his true nature here.

Ene dares him and holds him to his word that he can provide the pleasure he promises, and Kuroha accepts her challenge.

Here are some of my dialogue script WIPs. I talked about this set of scripts here

Link:

I 10000000% prefer the way that the whole “Kuroha/Saeru weaponizes his knowledge of his S/O’s past relationships and memories” trope is executed here, tbh. It just feels better and more natural to me because Ene confronts him and bites back at him and meets his “challenge” head on.

F: Poetry 💥💥💥

F: Well at least he doesn't bring it up to taunt her and make her relapse about it, it seems like he just wanted to remind her, not to taunt her, just like, "Hey y'know, I hold your past lover's body" and that's it.

F: Which is very different from other artists’ depictions where Kuroha takes Haruka’s form and taunts her, etc.

Me: Yeahhh my depictions of KuroEne are typically much softer than other fan artists' depictions that I've seen, even when portraying angst.

I’m insanely picky with depictions of KuroEne since they're my fave ship. I usually don’t like portrayals of depicting Kuroha taking Haruka/Konoha’s form, personally, unless it's mild.

KuroEne AU: Ene insists that she’s just playing the game with Kuroha to defeat him, which amuses him

Me: Here, I rambled about this before

Most of my meow meow mf faves are possessive, which makes sense... It requires entitlement to be possessive, and thinking that you're worthy of affection/attention, something that my faves definitely have due to their arrogance and ego.

I could see a sense of possessiveness in him (Kuroha/Saeru) wanting to prove that they DO have a special, karmic, fated relationship, (especially with how tsun Ene is, who especially doesn't want to admit more honest feelings to someone like Kuroha/Saeru)

Most of my faves want an exclusivity of affection from their S/O that is reserved for them only, but Kuroha/Saeru doesn't mind his partner having previous or multiple loves at all. It's even interesting, entertaining to him.

(Quoting lines from my KuroEne AU)

Kuroha: All paths will lead back to me eventually.

Kuroha: Is there anyone who knows your passions and your heart better than I do?

He knows that no matter what, because he carries such intimate knowledge of the other party, (Ene in this case), due to his knowledge, he knows that can't be matched... They will still end up in the same place (doing this with him again). It creates an inexplicable pull between him and her.

He can continue to be so smug about it because he knows he cannot be bested in terms of "knowledge." The "special" relationship and connection they have, will remain a constant in all routes, as long as they play the game together. Also added with the fact that Kuroha/Saeru is possessing Konoha's body and has his face, body, and voice. Ene hates him, but a part of her feels inexplicably drawn to him. He is her and the Mekakushi Dan's worst enemy. And yet...

Me: Like, I could see him being mildly possessive if Ene keeps denying his claims that they have a special, karmic relationship (even while they have an intimate relationship)

For example, in the KuroEne AU Route where Saeru reveals his identity right away so they have Love/Hate sex. Like if Ene tells him that she’s only doing this with him because she wants to defeat him, he would be amused by that and tell her that she can keep making herself believe that. But if she keeps up this insistence, then he would want to prove a point to her to stroke his ego

Copy pasting my old rambles

Just came to mind but ngl for the KuroEne AU where Ene is intimate with Kuroha. It'd honestly be pretty funny if tsun tsun Ene tries to justify her trysts or intimate encounters with Kuroha like this:

Ene: They're not trysts!!! I'm just doing this with you so that I can finally defeat you!!!

Kuroha: And yet, you seem to enjoy our little... encounters.

Trying to convince yourself you're fucking a guy (your most hated enemy) only to defeat him, sounds hilarious ngl 😭😂

Cuz technically they are playing a "game" of some kind, so the competitive side of her comes out here

He just... knows her too well. He knows that his offer to Ene (of providing a body and offering her to come live with him) is too tempting/irresistable to pass up. He can make a body for her, provide a place for her to stay, and satisfy her needs for warmth and touch and companionship, etc., after being trapped in the cyber world for so long…

He's older than human civilization so he’d know/learn more about human behaviours. I like the “genius inventor” and “evil mad scientist” vibes that’s infused in my ship AU :) I think it fits him cuz realistically he should be able to pull this off

KuroEne AU: Ene's denial of her own feelings

In the context of a KuroEne AU, Kuroha is aware of Ene's tendency to avoid confronting her emotional issues and "bad feelings" (she keeps them to herself to avoid worrying others, like Shintaro), so ofc she would deny having a connection with him, or even the fact that her choosing to do this with him DOES mean that they have a bond, at least of some kind. It DOES mean something.

Ene doesn't want to admit what Kuroha/Saeru is completely aware of and already knows - that they have a fated karmic bond/relationship with each other due to Kuroha's intimate knowledge of her (and all of his different memories of her throughout all the time loops)

Ene feels strangely drawn to him, despite her hatred for him. She feels some sort of pull, despite everything. And because he knows that, he obviously wouldn't believe her declarations of "We don't have anything between us...!" and "This doesn't mean anything...!"

And he would probably say something like, "Time and time again, no matter how much time passes, no matter how many times we repeat this dance of ours, no matter how much you hate me, there is a reason for why you keep doing this with me? Go on. I already know, but I want to hear you say it."

Cuz as I said before, the situation is so surreal to her, with him being in the body of the person she loves with his face and voice (Konoha is the Snake of Awakening Eyes in Haruka's remade body), and Saeru's knowledge of Haruka and Takane, and Konoha and Ene's context.

Ene acts cheerful and optimistic on purpose, the complete opposite of what she was like back when she was alive. KuroEne has less personality clash than KuroTaka tbh. They mesh better together.

Kuroha encourages his S/O to keep playing the game with him

Me: Also I was just thinking what's interesting about KuroEne is that KuroEne is a ship oriented in the ever looping present.

Kuroha/Saeru as a character encourages regression (as opposed to growth) and the eternal looping of their game.

As a secondary goal to his immortality, he wants the game to continue endlessly through the eternal cycle of destruction and rebirth (revival and renewal through destruction)

In the context of a ship AU, Saeru wants to “corrupt” his S/O and taint their soul by leaving his marks on them across timelines.

It reminds me a bit of KamaGuda (FGO), an evil antagonist wanting to corrupt Ritsuka, the FGO protag. Kama wanted to corrupt Ritsuka so that they’d fall for their seductions/temptations

Kama → Ritsuka: ”Fall into depravity (me)”

Though KamaGuda is fundamentally different. The "love" of the Beasts (Evils of Humanity) in FGO are still filled with a genuine pure love that Saeru lacks. Basically, the Beasts love humanity in a nurturing way that threatens its existence

It comes from Kama’s inner yearning to be loved (by them - Ritsuka), something that only OC2 Kama (Alter Ego Kama in Ordeal Call II: Paper Moon) eventually realized and acknowledged, but that (the usual) Kama themselves, won’t acknowledge or admit.

Me: My ships tend to be future oriented and hopeful: JuAli, LimGuda, XanLena, IdaTatsu

I think the only exception I have to this is canon-verse KuroEne, cuz one of the charas in the ship is someone who actively steals the hope and dreams/fantasies of having a happy life/future, from the cast. It's a ship that's rooted in the ever looping past/present rather than the future. At least in canon-verse, anyways.

It’s so interesting to think about cuz even the fall out of a KuroEne AU, with the kind of Final Route setting that I imagined, would require them to try and mend their relationship over all the broken cracks that Saeru created in the first place.

I think the ship does have a happy future if you write a Final Route rewrite AU where Kuroha/Saeru lives and has to make up for his piled up sins/karma by serving as a protector or guardian figure to Mary's family. Canon-verse KuroEne is messy and complicated as hell, but that makes their relationship interesting imo

I love ships with emotional baggage, so all of my main fave ships 100% appeal to my tastes and are right up my alley.

Canon-verse KuroEne will only get a happy end if you go with something similar to the alternate ending ideas I had for KagePro's Final Route. Otherwise, the ship is doomed to tragedy

Kuroha/Saeru fits perfectly with my character tastes, but due to his role and character set-up, he's much more selfish and dark and twisted. My other faves, even if they're evil and dark and twisted, are still MUCH softer to their S/Os, and still have some form of pure, genuine love.

Douman's Red Flag list would be longer than Saeru's but LimGuda, despite meeting as Enemies trying to kill each other, is MUCH softer as a ship, in comparison to KuroEne.

Canon-verse Kuroha/Saeru lacks humanity, and the softness and tenderness (at least, the genuine kind) that even characters like Douman and Kiara (FGO) have.

Especially cuz with canon-verse KuroEne, I'm personally more interested in exploring their endless possibilities in the [XX] amount of routes (time loop resets), rather than their "Future."

Though fanon-verse KuroEne is fun to think of too. I also think they deserve to just be cute together

Writing scenarios that exist outside of canon-verse like a domestic married life AU would be cute. I want them to go on a vacation to Vietnam. My wife and her unhinged snake should visit my home country for my comfort 🥺

Cuz from observation, fanon-verse Kuroha/Saeru tends to be much tamer. Reminds me of Judar (Magi) who just becomes a neutralized threat that runs around like a gremlin

Digital Tears

Source: Murder Drones

F: Which brings me to another question, Ene can produce tears??

Me: “Can Ene cry?”

Oh that's a good question actually…

F: Because in order to produce tears, you need water. But Ene could also be just sobbing without producing tears, but that's kind of impossible for human logic

Me: For aesthetics, I'll just imagine digital tears then

F: Make me think about how Uzi produce tears (pardon my nerdy MD-loving ass)

Since she has a screen for her eyes. And this is how they produce/show sweat

And blush apparently, I forgot about that part

Me: OOOH interesting. I like the glowy effects

F: That's MD for you ;D

Fave Sen-core chara/ship tropes 🐈‍⬛☀️

Sen-core ship tropes:

Black/white colour schemed meow meow mf with a bloodthirsty personality or violent tendencies, paired with a soft warm empathetic S/O with a brighter disposition

Meow meow mf x Ball of sunshine

Morally questionable (or Morally Bankrupt) x Morally agreeable,

Freak x Freak who freaks them out (or Human that tames them)

Red Flag x Green Flag

Antagonist x Protagonist (or Protagonist cast character)

"Freak x Freak who freaks them out" is the funniest ship trope description ever. ALL of my top fave ships are this LMAO

Freak x Normie where the Normie (more normal S/O) has the freak ™️ on a leash.

The freak is caught off guard by their S/O’s genuine candid sincerity and heartfelt emotions/feelings

Though in some of my ships, the cat is not on a leash, and the cat does whatever it wants. Then it’d moreso be “The freak having the capability to show more softened tendencies towards their S/O, of some kind”

KuroEne basically sets up my foundation Sen-core ship tropes. Kid me has good taste as expected. It runs in my ship tastes.

A lot of my current KuroEne AU writings are inspired by LimGuda (Limbo/Douman x Ritsuka/Guda) from FGO. My inspiration is a godly ship :)

They’re fundamentally different ships, but I have a lot of experience working with their main ship trope: “Evil meow meow mf who have an obsessive nature and their own brand of ‘ill’ love, wants their more energetic, soft empathetic S/O with a brighter disposition to fall with them” 🐈‍⬛

LimGuda is such an insane ship 😭 LimGuda gets everything I wished my other ships would get. And the fact that they get fed by both official and fanon content is CRAZY.

Gay evil NB clown demon hates humanity but is deadly obsessed with the human they're in love with, and wants to watch their downfall so they can follow them to hell... Aughhh LimGuda...

"I possess a secret love for you. But it's nothing like wanting to make Master my own possession, or anything like that..."

LimGuda getting a gorgeous Valentine's Day fanart drawn by Douman's official artist that has a skull illusion composition to allude to Douman's character, the nature of Douman's love, and their karmic bond...

Literally how is this ship real /lh

I don't need my ships to be canon to be king 👑

It's just fine if I do my own things with them outside of the source material. When it comes to the source material itself, I just need my faves to interact and I want to see good contents from them that fits their characterization. But if not, then I’ll just feed them myself 👍

Meow Meow mfs

I love black/white aesthetic in character design (cuz it's so closely linked to the concept of Black/White, Yin/Yang, Sun/Moon), goth and punk fashion, etc.

Similar to my faves, I often wear black/white/gray (+ accent colours like blue, red, purple, green). I mainly wear black and blue. Coincidentally KuroEne colours 🖤💙

I love how my faves remind me of tux cats and black kitties, my personal fave kinds of cats... I have golden kitty faves and others, too, but my faves are mainly known for their BW aesthetics 🐈‍⬛🖤🤍

It's not necessary to be a BW meow meow though. It's just the main one that my faves are mainly known for. I have many different kinds of Sen-core meow meow mfs who're very varied.

But they all fall into a very specific Sen-core character archetype. My “meow meow mf” faves are distanced from humanity, and/or, normal social interactions, due to royal/divine/non-human status or emotional repression/emotional issues, which gives their ego this very specific "Sen-core" quality. Putting it like this, every single one of my "Meow meow mf" faves falls into this, without exception.

“Being distanced from humanity due to being non-human, which gives their ego this ‘Sen-core’ quality”

I always go for this character type, so I personally named it “Meow meow mf” to easily definite my tastes. A cat-like character with the above traits. If this chara trope doesn’t exist in the series, then I go for secondary chara tropes I enjoy.

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1. 8. 10. 17. 20. 24. (wow you can add colours to asks now??)

wow indeed. rainbow in my inbox....

Thanks for the asks! (They relate to this ask meme)

1. What is the first fandom you were ever a part of?

Artemis Fowl. This was back when I was idk 11 or 12 or so iirc? Back in the days where even ff.net seemed too big compared to my little corner

8. Fandom you're a part of that's the most obscure?

Probably Beryl and Sapphire? It's a donghua based on a webcomic series and it basically involves these characters in various different AUs. There's no real connection between each AU so it's not some multiverse deal but it's a really cool vehicle for crossing between different genres and telling different stories where the only connection is the shared characters. The 'default' genre tends to be comedy which makes sense because most of the episodes are fairly short, but some of the longer episodes/arcs can be genuinely heartbreaking. Alas, the English fandom for it is non-existent as is the show's animation budget.

10. Fandom that you've spent the most money on?

Genuinely not sure of this. I'm not generally big on merch (I do have some fanart prints and zines but they're the exception rather than the rule) so it'd literally be whichever series I've bought the most of its official physical release for. Which off the head I'm not really sure of. Maaaaybe between Discworld and Ace Attorney, though I'm nowhere near sure of this (I think I got some offer or other on the latter and I know a load of the former are second-hand but at the same time there are so many books that-- okay idk)

17. Favorite blog(s) in your favorite fandom?

I don't think I have a fave fandom but I'll list a few blogs:

spiribia. was an utena blog back when I followed with great takes on the show (and specifically anthy). is currently into baru which I have not read but am enjoying getting osmosis'd by.

mira-likes. lots of juicy joy of life meta. or, well, that's what I've been reading.

shimamitsu. as you may guess by the name, has some incredibly solid skip and loafer takes. shima understander.

wondrousmay. manages to pull out a lot of good spy x family meta from the maintag as well as writing some too. the takes in the maintag itself can be very... hit and miss so sometimes I can't bring myself to go diving in there myself ngl

winepresswrath. okay, so not really as much mdzs nowadays but importantly filters out only the best jiang cheng takes (and a lot of fun general meta not even just limited to mdzs but good jiang cheng takes count for a lot, okay)

as you can tell, I have a tiny bias towards meta writers

also, link click fandom has a lot of solid fandom blogs in general but would take too long to narrow that down so

20. All-time favorite fanfic author?

um. I can't pick. I started writing out names then checking bookmarks then checking backlog when I was spamming friends and it's all too much, sorry 🫠

24. Funniest fandom-related story?

I think the line between funniest and most tragic is too thin for me to answer this.

#ask memes #asks #Anonymous

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celaestis1 · 1 year ago

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20 Questions for fic writers

Thank you for the tag @three-drink-amy @inexplicablymine @myheartalivewrites and @cha-melodius

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

27, which seems somewhat meagre compared to many others!

2. What’s your AO3 total word count?

679,928

3. What fandoms do you write for?

RWRB and Star Wars

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

RWRB Screw Your Courage to the Sticking Place (and forget macbeth is a fucking tragedy)

Star Wars Smoking Hot

Star Wars Stars and Oceans

RWRB Blooming Lovely

Star Wars The Set-Up

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to! I never delete comments from my inbox as it always perks up my self-esteem if I'm flagging. So often though I literally don't have words to reply so it's just 'thank you for reading and commenting!' or ❤❤❤

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Stars and Oceans. Classic post-Order 66 Star Wars featuring a Codywan (fem!Obi) storyline so it's ... pretty bleak. BUT it is also part 1, so part 2 is much less angsty.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Blooming Lovely. Link below.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No? I've had one where someone commented ''I wish you hadn't done xyz" which threw me a bit bc ... dude. The back button's right there.

Oh, tell a lie, I once had someone tell me my female OC was too much of a feminist and they didn't like that. It didn't feel particularly insulting though.

9. Do you write smut, if so what kind?

I love writing smut, and I feel like I have improved so much in recent years. I like most kinds, but not hate-sex or cheating. Don't like reading it and don't think I could write it.

10. Do you write crossovers? If so, what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Hmm, yes and no. I like taking characters out of one universe and transplanting them into another. I have two of these on the go at the moment; a Firstprince Discovery of Witches AU and a Codywan His Dark Materials. But I don't cross the characters over, so Henry and Alex won't be running into Matthew and Diana.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Once, had a fic cross-posted without my permission and I wasn't happy. Thankfully it was taken down immediately once I contacted the person who'd done it. I think they thought they were being nice?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

@inexplicablymine baby, current WIP, Firstprince, and y'all are NOT ready.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

I have regular obsessions with ships! I love, and always will, Firstprince and Codywan. But I'm currently eyeball deep in a Buddie rabbit-hole and absolutely head-over-heels for some Wheel of Time ships too so I don't know if I could ever choose one favourite.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Probably one of my Star Wars ones - there's a Sithywan fic that I have the bare bones of a plot for but so far it feels flimsy to me.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue and inner monologues of characters. I like to think I'm good at landing characterisations.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Ad-libbing or ad-hoc writing I struggle with but also conversely plotting? I can have these amazing ideas that usually start with dialogue between two characters and then can't always follow through in creating a narrative around that scene.

Also sometimes I think I rely on a Deus Ex Machina too often.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I'll normally try to just add in the odd word if canon, 'mijo', etc. I try to avoid long sentences unless it's a fictional language anyway (Mando'a) or it can't be avoided. Then I very guiltily use Google translate. For slang I do try and research multiple sources rather than Google though.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Justice League, the DC Animated version which was a very good cartoon actually.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

It probably has to be Blooming Lovely. It's not often I write something totally joyful and angst-free so it felt like an achievement!

tagging @tintagel-or-cockleshells @dumbpeachjuice @cricketnationrise @happiness-of-the-pursuit

#red white and royal blue #ao3 #firstprince #star wars #codywan

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sing-me-under · 1 year ago

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YOUR ART IS SO PRETTY! :) also as a fellow dsmp/batfam lover I was wondering who would be who if you made an au of the other? (From batfam to dsmp or dsmp to batfam, you can choose!) me personally Tommy gives a bit of Damian,,

Hello hello! Thank you very much ✨✨✨ I’m glad you like my art!

About the DSMP x Batfam AU…. I really had to think this one through. I love both of them, but they have such different character dynamics and ideologies. Even the very worlds they are set in are like complete opposites. However, I have also read like so many (so many) superhero AU fics for the DSMP (before the fandom tag got overwhelmingly oversaturated), so I have some thoughts on…

DSMP Characters as The Batfam

You’re right. c!Tommy does feel like he’d be a good match for Damian. Loves animals? Feral? Stabby? Genuinely good? Artistically-inclined? The youngest? If we’re going by characters traits, Tommy would absolutely be Damian… But if I did that, I’d spend way too much time comparing characters who can’t be compared… So my list is going to be based on vibes. Same vibes are also why I’m choosing to make L’Manberg the main members. I’m completely disregarding age, motivations, personality, etc. This is all (mostly) vibes. There is some justification for them.

I wasn’t able to think of a match for everyone, but I got a decent chunk.

Wilbur as Batman

Fundy as Nightwing

Quackity as Oracle

Tommy as Red Hood

Tubbo as Red Robin

Jack as Spoiler

Niki as Batwoman

Ranboo as Black Bat

Slime as Batgirl 2 (also Cass but specifically Batgirl-era)

Eret as Talia

Philza as Ghostmaker

Kristen as Martha and Thomas

Technoblade as Azrael

Karl and Sapnap as Harley and Ivy (who’s who? Idk)

Dream as the entire Rogue Gallery — every single rogue just compressed into one blob of a man

I felt compelled to draw Tommy as a Robin and Red Hood.

Notes under the cut. They’re explanations for what little of my thought process can be converted into comprehensible words. It’s long. I ramble A LOT. Read at your own peril.

I’m pretty sure the obvious explanations are Wilbur, Tubbo, Techno, Karl&Sapnap, and Dream.

c!Wilbur is so much like Bruce Wayne — it’s kind of not funny. There’s the obvious “led children to fight a war” thing, the “compulsively acquiring children because they won’t leave him alone” thing, the “becomes evil immediately after crossing the no kill thing” thing, and the “sad little meow meow wet rag of a man but still extremely charismatic” thing…

c!Tubbo and Tim Drake are the closest 1:1 of this entire list.

Okay, okay. c!Techno as Jean-Paul. The vibes are wrong if we’re talking about canon Azrael, but I’m specifically thinking of fanfiction/“goes to family dinners WFA-style” Azrael.

c!Karl and c!Sapnap have such “married anti-villains befriending the heroes” vibes. I love them so much in superpower AUs even when they’re not with c!Quackity. As I’m writing this, I’m remembering that Schlatt and Quackity are also very often written in a Joker x Harley Quinn situation, but we’re talking about Batfam!

Dream is like the caricature of a Gotham Rogue(TM). He’s got the sympathetic motivation sticky noted onto a decades’ worth of terrorism with only the vaguest hope of redemption that he’ll probably never actually get because he’s too popular as a villain. I could make a point for any character interpretation (both fanpn and canon) of c!Dream as Ivy, Penguin, Riddler, Scarecrow, Black Mask, Joker, etc. (also, not a Rogue, but Ra’s too)

The thing about the DSMP is that it almost feels like a reversal of DC. It’s like a mirror, the same solution from a reversed conclusion. That also means DSMP characters appear un-traumatized and naive then get completely fucked over by the sheer horror that is the SMP, meanwhile DC characters appear fresh from traumatized and find themselves in a position to believe in goodness. The late-stage DSMP was filled with isolation while DC heroes always end up in found families.

It’s why I couldn’t think of a proper match for Damian.

What I loved about late-stage c!Tommy is that he keeps (disguises) that hope and love for people despite everything. Meanwhile, Damian’s character development is learning all that from the ground up. The vibes are similar but not the same. Honestly, for a hot second, I considered Purpled as Damian but alas, not enough Purpled content. If I were to project my own timeline of events upon the DSMP, Purpled would make a great Damian-esque match.

But that does not change the fact that Tommy as Red Hood has the best vibes.

No one else is quite as “doomed by the narrative and irreversibly changed yet somehow still painfully compassionate” in the same way Tommy and Jason are (also the “rejecting their father/brother but still loving them unconditionally). Their vibes are truly something.

I’m also very stern in my belief that c!Tommy should never kill because it would negatively impact his character development, but he very very easily could have gone the Red Hood route. By technicality, it’s more like Tommy as Robin 2, but I so dearly love the potential of villain! and anti-villain!Tommy. It’s such an underutilized concept. (Also I wrote a protege AU like way back and it makes me think of Red Hood now lol)

But originally, I flip-flopped between Fundy as Red Hood and Tommy as Nightwing, but I dunno. The logic was there but the vibes weren’t.

If we were considering a timeline of events, Tommy would make a great Robin 1 with Fundy as Robin 2 . Dick Grayson was the OG child hero, much like Tommy. He was angry and craved justice but he was also full of Light. Meanwhile, c!Fundy grew up in Tommy’s shadow.

However, Fundy also has that “if I can’t make them smile, I’ll make them cry” thing that Villain Dick Graysons also tend to have. Dick is always like four steps away from flipping a switch and becoming a supervillain. He tries so fucking hard to do good, but if he ever determines that “being good” isn’t enough to “do good,” he takes over the world. But Dick would also like step away from toxic energy by holing himself up in his apartment filled with depression, which is exactly what Fundy did.

Fundy and Dick are more “blood-soaked wet cats with strained smiles and bowling alley carpet polos” and Tommy and Jason are more “dramatic Greek tragedies.”

The Batgirls and adjacent female Bat vigilantes came to me immediately, but it’s not as long as the above.

Quackity as Barbara Gordon. He followed Wilbur filled with Hope and Justice. Quackity makes an excellent Batgirl 1. His Las Nevadas arc would then be Oracle but Lawful Evil and also completely isolated from any friends, family, or rational support. Quackity isn’t inherently bad. He still has good intentions, and he’s still good at heart, irregardless of how he portrays himself. He’s the classic femme fatale, including the whole sexist Hollywood “he needs a strong male love interest to take care of him” thing because he is absolutely spiraling on his own. Anyway, I am a fiancés shipper, so this would lead to a Birds of Prey-esque team up of LN and Kinoko.

Jack Manifold has Stephanie Brown’s “glitter bomb in the face” and “functions entirely on spite but also is just really tired of being hurt” energy. Jack isn’t quite Stephanie, but his dynamic with Tubbo made me consider him as Spoiler. Also consider: Jack and The Nuke being Steph’s Robin 4 arc.

Slime is so much like Batgirl-era Cassandra. There’s a lot of “innocent vs naive, manipulated by those with intentions, both evil and morally just” going on. Batgirl!Slime and RH!Tommy would have such a dynamic. I think about Fort Big a lot.

It is literally a crime that c!Jack Manifold and c!Slime never interacted in the DSMP.

Ranboo as Black Bat. I don’t know how to explain it, but Tim Drake and Cassandra have such a great dynamic (albeit one that I’m only familiar with in fanfics). I was originally going to say Ranboo as Orphan, but I don’t think he’s quite there. Maybe GhostBoo as Orphan.

Speaking of ghosts, GhostBur as Carrie Kelley’s Robin. He’s in the wrong places at the wrong times and (unknowingly) shoves himself in situations, and he’s got that unfair “why” going on during Doomsday. Unfortunately, GhostBur suffers from memory loss and is often willfully ignorant. I think in an AU space where’s he’s an actual character and not the echo of an idea, he’d make a great elseworld-type Robin.

c!Niki is a WLW revolutionary war veteran with a very close relationship with Wilbur. There’s more, but again, Vibes.

Now here’s where my hot takes truly lie: Philza as Ghostmaker and Eret as Talia.

We all like Dadza but c!Phil? Absolutely not a Dad. If you actually look at c!Phil without the rose-tinted lens of his content creator’s dad energy, c!Phil and Ghostmaker aere weirdly similar? I really don’t know how to explain it exactly, but I think that Phil would have brought Wilbur up as like this weird amalgamation of BTK-era Bruce, Phantom One, and Clownhunter, leading to Wilbur eventually being… not abandoned because Phil wanted Wilbur to have more independence… but struggling to make it on his own. Eventually, Wilbur would follow his parents’ (Mumza would be Martha AND Thomas) footsteps and become something that’s essentially the same but different. Like how Ghostmaker is basically Tynion’s Batman OC but somehow more edgy except Wilbur is in the opposite direction. Like how Martha and Thomas saved people through philanthropy and surgery and Bruce wanted to save people in his own way too. Phil and Kristen influenced Wilbur towards fighting crime… Also I could totally see c!Phil becoming a crime fighter as a fun and challenging art form rather than any genuine interest in being a good person. c!Phil’s got that immortal dilemma where he’s basically a sociopath running purely on an ingrained and steadily eroding moral code.

Now… Eret as Talia. Where do I begin? I love Talia. She’s such a badass but also she’s a kind person who believes in Bruce’s cause but she’s also extremely loyal to her father’s cause but she loves her family so much but she’s also a assassin princess but the world is against her and everything she is will only continue going downhill until she either becomes straight up evil or stands her ground. I love the characterization of Talia who chose to side with “the greater good” against the person she loves and more has to live with the burden of this decision for the rest of her life and continue to do what needs to be done even, for better or worse… Did I say Talia? I meant Eret. Wait, no, it’s both. That applies to both. Talia’s choice is betraying Bruce to aid her in running a global assassin cult and killing people. Eret’s choice is betraying his revolution to run a monarchy and enforcing taxes. Yes, the vibes are the same.

This has been my TED talk. Thank you for reading this far.

#personal #dsmp #batfam #too many characters to tag #dsmp au #dreamlessart

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