#futuristic four au

[pjunicornart]

The Lazy Four

I should preface this by saying that I actually don't really partake in the Futuristic Four shenanigans, but I thought this would be a fun exercise.

"Lazy Days" is a Meet the Robinsons AU I created. It's essentially an AU where the family are really cozy and chill. I thought, hey, what if the I put the Futuristic Four in the Lazy Days context? So, here they are. Note that I'm probably not gonna much else with these guys (besides Wilbur because he's part of the OG AU), because it just doesn't interest me. BUT you can, if ya want.

Brief Overviews of Each Wilbur - The bookworm. He's read every book in his family's library at least four times. He gave up gelling his hair back a while ago. Violet - The skater girl. Usually seen eating snacks on the curbside. She's a goth too, so... bonus points! Hiro - The baker. Helps out in his aunt's shop. In case you couldn't tell, his favorite flavor of ice cream is Neapolitan. Glitter addict. Penny - The pop star. Can be a bit of an airhead sometimes, but she's got a heart of gold.

Inspos Wilbur -> Nightowl by Igna Violet -> Caffeinated Horses by Tadpole Hiro -> Cosmos Love by Lexie Penny -> Sparkle by BlackIceMusic - Yes, I am aware these are all songs from the Brony community. What of it?

Ask box is open if you wanna know more about Lazy Days in general (as in, Meet the Robinsons only), or about these guys. Just note that this isn't exactly my fandom so bear with me.

[tiktokattic]

Hey guys I know it’s been a while since I posted. But I decide to make two versions of the au😁

The dynamics between all the characters especially Hiro,violet,penny, and Wilbur.(and Miguel and Riley) would be a lot of fun to see. Especially when it comes to the angel battles.

[cryptid-moone]

E-8 Au Stuff P1 (old 🤠)

Au ranting time for @g4v1nsgun ✨✨✨ (sorry i took a a while)

Also credits to @guardianofzing for one of the images i use here and credits to however else made the others cuz idk

So everyone knows both of these groups right, rotbtd and the futuristic four

Yeah we all know them

To my complete surprise there is little to no content with all eight of them, which is crazy cuz this being a crossover fandom i assumed people would go nuts for a team up

So i decided to do it myself, and i introduce them as: The Elite Eight (ft a mediocre edit)

The team dynamics would work the same way they would as in their regular settings, i.e.:

Hiccup and Penny are the voices of reason, Merida and Wilbur are the thrill seekers etc etc

Only difference is now that the group is basically 4 freshmen and 4 juniors we have the classic Mentor and Student dynamic

As for the world building, to sum it up rq. It’s a modern/futuristic with magic universe combining brave, tangled/tts, bh6, bolt, mtr, the incredibles(1-2) and elements of rotg and httyd (specifically race to the edge)

Things like dragons, wisps, and magic all exist, but in a percy jackson type fashion. Only specific people can see these things ykwim

The movies are all canon (not rotg, for reasons to be elaborated on later) but with a modern twist, to be explained below:

How To Train Your Dragon - 3 years pre-canon

Meet The Robinsons, Bolt - 2 years pre-canon

Big Hero Six - 1 year pre-canon

Brave, Tangled, Rise Of The Guardians - in the story

As for ROTG, the whole “guardians of childhood” thing isn’t in this au because i couldn’t make it work. So for a modern retelling of that, tldr Jack is basically a teen in the foster system with major amnesia. The guardians are as they were but they’re not “guardians”, more like Jacks new foster family that also happen to be a bunch of magical creatures and myths.

The guardians and their house are basically a fusion of professor xaviors mansion/school for mutants(X-Men), the house in The Grimm Sisters, the treehouse in The Last Kids On Earth and the camp in Percy Jackson.

As for the superhero aspect, Violet and Hiro are gonna get the Peter Parker treatment. They’re hiding things from everyone else, which is crazy because everyone in the group is hiding something and i think that’s super funny

That’s it for part one! Part two will be up later on at some point

Links:

[midnight-raven]

Futuristic Four ft Riley & Miguel as Sinner Demons

Idea inspired by Anon. Original ask here -> post

The Underworld; a dark and chaotic realm ruled by Xibalba, where the souls of those whom have sinned in their previous lives are sent to spend the rest of eternity.

Follow the lives of six demons as they try to live the rest of their eternal afterlife to the fullest.

(Closing off the rest of the post because of mentions of dark topics. Proceed with caution.)

⚠️ TW: Mentions of Death, Suicide, Slight Torture, and Mentioned Substance Abuse⚠️

If not a fan, please do not read ahead.

Thank you.

HIRO HAMADA

Age: 18

Alias: Kage

Species: Cybernetic Kabuki Demon

Cause of Death: Building Explosion

Hiro and his brother, Tadashi, were researchers in a lab that mysteriously caught fire. Hiro had made a deal with Xibalba, to spare his brother's life, even if the deal condemned his own soul.

Afterwards, Hiro was reincarnated as a demon in Hell. At first, he worked as a Bot Fighter for Yama in the Greed Ring, until Hiro decided to start an assassination business, to investigate those whose deaths were unnatural and unsolved.

VIOLET PARR

Age: 18

Alias: Dark Wings

Species: Harpy Demon

Cause of Death: Bullet to the Heart

Violet was a young super who was declared an enemy after she deflected a bullet with her shields and accidentally struck an innocent bystander. Shunned by her family, Violet lived a life on the run from the NSA, until she was finally cornered.

Reincarnated in the Wrath Ring as a Harpy Demon, Violets’ power grew with her rage, as she continued her path as a Vigilante of Justice. Vowing to never be hurt again, and to work alone.

WILBUR ROBINSON

Age: 17

Alias: Surge

Species: Electricity Demon

Cause of Death: Electrical Surge

Wilbur always knew he could never live up to his fathers golden legacy, which led him to reckless actions with dire consequences. This created a rift between him and his Dad, that could’ve been repaired in time… but it was too late.

In the Greed Ring, Wilbur was captured and used as a living battery for an underworld casino, and spent decades being drained of his powers towards the brink of death. Until he was saved by a vigilante known as ‘Dark Wings.’

PENNY FORRESTER

Age: 17

Alias: Renegade

Species: Camera Demon

Cause of Death: Carbon Monoxide Poisoning

In her previous life, Penny was a popular actress, featured in many movies and gossip magazines. But beyond the spotlight, Penny was cracking under the pressure of her stardom and demanding agent. Until the day she took her own life.

Reincarnated as a demon with a camera lens for her right eye, Penny became a freelance photographer, to expose people's true colors. As well as making her first friend; her protective and loyal hellhound; Bolt.

RILEY ANDERSEN

Age: 17

Alias: Little Miss Sunshine

Species: Clown Demon

Cause of Death: Struck By A Car

Her parents would describe Riley as a ‘happy girl’ but everything changed after they moved. Riley became cynical, a shadow of her former self. And then one day, everything hit the fan.

Reborn in the seven rings, Riley became a special clown performer, with the help of her impish friends; Anger, Fear, Disgust, Sadness, and Joy.

MIGUEL RIVERA

Age: 18

Alias: De La Cruzcito

Species: Skeleton Demon

Cause of Death: Smoke Inhalation

Kicked out by his family at 15, Miguel tried to make his dream of becoming a musician true, but living on his own, Miguel had to take on certain jobs to survive. After a long day, Miguel fell into a deep sleep, not realizing a room nearby had caught fire. He woke up dead.

In his afterlife, Miguel got the opportunity of working with famous musician; Ernesto De La Cruz, who took the young boy on as his protégé. And as long as Miguel does everything Ernesto ask, he can live out his dream. And never have to return to his former life again. It’s worth it, right?

(Thinking about making a separate post for each characters to further explain their lives, afterlives and the sins they committed. Even maybe some Fanart for how I picture them.)

[supernovasilence]

The Song Stuck In My Head

Late, but I'm determined to keep going with Futuristic Four Week. Prompt 2 was Role Swap, so please take this offering of time traveler!Hiro, actor!Wilbur, superhero!Penny, and scientist!Violet. I just want to get this posted so this is rushed and wildly unedited; I might clean it up before posting to ao3.

Summary: Something is wrong with the timeline. Gen/friendship, drama, mention of injuries but nothing super graphic.

Hiro’s hands shook, but he gulped in a deep breath and forced them steady. He couldn’t afford to spill any fuel.

He only had enough for one jump left as it was. If he ran out mid-travel…

Well, one way or another, he wasn’t redoing this.

He finished loading in the fuel, triple-checked that he had everything packed, quadruple-checked he had the right coordinates punched in, and drew in another deep breath.

A photo beamed at him from the dashboard: an old-fashioned polaroid, faded and crumpled now, the faces of the four kids in it starting to blur. The energy from repeated jumps was corroding the film. Sometimes it felt like it was doing the same to Hiro’s memory.

He pushed activate.

~

Flash!

Wilbur grinned into the light bursting across his face. He waved, paused for another storm of flashes, and kept weaving through the crowd. Flash—flash—flash; it seemed to take forever for him to reach the sanctuary of a bathroom.

Thankfully, it was empty. Wilbur exhaled hard and leaned on the sink. Looking up, he saw his reflection staring back at him. He was still grinning widely.

He shook his head like a dog shaking off water, grin dissolving somewhere along the way.

“Come on, Wilbur, keep it together,” he told himself.

He didn’t know why he felt so off tonight; premieres were easy. No acting to do except act like a cool, handsome TV star, and that Wilbur Robinson didn’t have to fake. Smile and wave and make sure to be seen by all the cameras, and don’t say anything rude to anyone. Easy peasy.

He was just…tired of events right now. He’d just come off a flurry of interviews to promote the new season, and now had bunch of premiers to attend (movies from the same studio they wanted to drum up publicity for), and after that they were jumping right back into filming for next season—Wilbur couldn’t remember the last time he’d been home.

One of his family members was always with him during shoots, of course, and he called the rest regularly, but it wasn’t the same. And just hanging out at the mall or park or chargeball court with friends seemed like a dream anymore.

For a moment, it really did seem like a dream. The mirror in front of him shimmered, and instead of pretentious tile, he saw funkily patterned carpet and neon lighting. A retro-style arcade, a Japanese boy with a robot hoodie leaning against a pinball machine, the redheaded girl playing scolding him not to make it tilt, mouth moving silently across the glass while the boy laughed just as silently, and the black-haired girl walking up to them with bags of gummy frogs and popcorn turned and looked back at—

Wilbur was standing in a glitzy bathroom staring at his own reflection. He felt dizzy for a moment, and then he had a headache, but by the time he rubbed at his temples, it had already gone.

“What the—”

He tapped the mirror. A second later he looked frantically around, but luckily the bathroom was still empty.

“Okay, I think that’s enough soda for one night. There’s no way I actually…”

Actually saw…he’d seen something right? He couldn’t remember what he’d thought was so strange about the mirror now.

Shrugging, Wilbur splashed some water on his face, checked his hair was perfect (it was, of course), and went back to rejoin the paparazzi party.

~

Penny climbed in her window and closed it as quietly as she could. It was harder than usual; her shoulder throbbed angrily. Peeling off her supersuit, she saw a nasty purple-black splotch across her upper arm.

She groaned—quietly; her mom did not need to know Penny was sneaking out to fight supervillains—and dug around for the first aid kit she kept under her bed. Crouching down and stretching out her arm didn’t play nicely with her tired body, and she teetered. A wave of vertigo swept her.

She fell, and while she fell her hands rubbed antiseptic into a cut on a girl’s arm, serious scarlet-and-black supersuit tied about her waist to reveal a cheery bubblegum pink tank top and a circus of bruises across her skin.

“Ow,” yelped one of the boys beside her, the one in the purple armor, as the one with hair like a black cockatoo’s crest tried to pull the armor off without jostling the other’s sprained wrist.

“This is exactly why you need our help,” complained the crested boy. “If you let us fight with you, you wouldn’t come home all banged up.”

“You don’t have any powers.” The armored boy shook his head. “It isn’t safe.”

“Neither do you!”

“I have genius intelligence and high-tech armor.”

“So why can’t you make us armor?” Penny asked.

“Do you really want to go through this every day?” the girl said, gesturing at her scraped up arm, as sarcastic as she was kind. “You two should—”

And then Penny slammed onto her bedroom floor, breathless and stinging with rugburn.

She just lay there, her shoulder aching and her eyes watering, but a moment later she realized her mom might have heard the thump and come to check on her. She grabbed the first aid kit and jumped under the covers with it.

When fifteen minutes had passed with no sign of her mom, Penny decided she was safe, and climbed out of bed again.

It took a bit of willpower; her bed was soft and she just wanted to go to sleep. She wasted no time changing fully out of her costume and into pajamas. Something flicked inside her head as she opened the first aid kit, pressed against the inside of her skull as she scrubbed dirt from her skinned palms and raw knuckles.

Crime-fighting would be so much easier in a team, she thought—and then was struck by how familiar the question was, like she’d asked it a dozen times before. Whatever it was pressed harder against Penny’s thoughts.

She almost had enough energy let to be curious about it. But the feeling came with a sense of vertigo, and she’d already fallen enough tonight. She shook her head, and was surprised to find her eyes wet; they shouldn’t still be stinging from her fall. She wiped them and pulled out ointment for her aching shoulder. A thought tried very hard to get into her head as she rubbed the ointment into her arm, but it wouldn’t come clear, and she was too tired to chase it. Maybe it wasn’t a thought at all, only exhaustion.

Shoving the first aid kit back under the bed, Penny climbed back under the covers. This time, she didn’t fight her weariness.

~

Violet rubbed her eyes, then looked at her worksheet again. The numbers refused to come clear. She glared at them.

“Oh, sure,” she mocked her past self. “I’ll just do a quick little investigation into the weird readings, even though Mr. Harrington told me it was just the sensors glitching. How long could it take? It’s not like being a teenager in college is hard enough.”

She sank back in her seat and sighed in frustration.

The thing was, the sensors were getting weird readings. And these weren’t the local weather station’s thermometer and windsock. These were state of the art pieces of equipment from a college science department—and a pretty good college, too; Violet’s scholarship afforded her that. Atmospheric pressure, gravitational shifts, a dozen other things that shouldn’t all be interconnected but were, somehow, in some pattern Violet could not figure out: they all said something was strange about the world.

Violet was pretty sure they said something was wrong.

But she couldn’t prove it, and if she didn’t do her actual homework, she was going to flunk right out of her scholarship. Shoving her hair angrily back from her face, she turned to grab her calculus notebook.

The cover shifted as she reached for it. It shook again, and again, harder each time, and then it flew open. The pages flipped past at high speed and the papers she had shoved inside it went flying. Violet shrieked and grabbed for them, but the whole room was suddenly filled with papers and empty chip bags and clothes and everything else light enough to be swept up by the wind buffeting the walls. Violet leapt for the window only to slam into cold glass; it was already closed. She whirled and stared at the room, clinging to the windowsill.

There was a flash of light—a deafening silence that left her ears ringing. And then everything was still. Lying on the floor in the middle of the room, where the chaos had been worst, was a small, metal object.

Violet walked over cautiously, waiting any moment for the laws of physics to go haywire again. They didn’t. She crouched down and peered at the object. It looked a little like a cellphone, and a lot like a prop from an old sci-fi TV show, assuming that prop had spent the last few decades being dropped and tossed in basements and dug out by kids who repaired it with duct tape and aluminum foil so they could use it to play space invaders. The cracked screen was blank and dark.

“You better not be giving off radiation,” Violet muttered, and picked it up.

The screen flickered to life.

“…ome in…nny? Wilbur? Anyo…Guys, if you’re there, please come in.”

Violet yelped and almost dropped the whatever-it-was (a communicator, apparently).

“Hello?” The crackly, compressed voice came again. “Is someone there? Hold on—”

The static covering the screen jerked, wavered into a different pattern of static, jerked again, and cleared enough for Violet to see a boy her own age looking out. He had either ash or a bruise smudged over his cheek, and around him Violet saw glimpses of tangled wires and control panels askew in their settings in…what? A machine? A lab? Wavering, distorted images moved nauseatingly on a glass panel behind the boy’s head.

He looked up from whatever buttons he was worrying over and at the screen with a rather desperate expression. His entire face lit up.

“Violet?” He laughed in disbelief, then whooped, pumping his fist in the air and directly into the glass overhead; it must be a dome, because the entire thing bonged ominously. He flinched away, looking fearfully at it, but nothing happened. He shook his hand. “Ow… Violet, are you okay?”

“Who are you, and how do you know my name?”

He stared, and then his frantic look came back.

“No, no, you have to know me. It wasn’t supposed to be this long—you should still remember—”

“Remember what? Who are you?”

The boy looked at her, and for a moment she thought he might cry. She was left breathless at how much it hurt. Something inside her sat up and whispered inaudibly along as the boy said:

“Hiro. I’m Hiro Hamada. I’m your friend.”

“I’ve never met you before.”

“But you should have; don’t you get it?” Violet just stared at him. He shoved his hands into his hair. “We’re best friends—us and Wilbur and Penny. But something happened, and now everything’s wrong.”

He stopped to draw in a breath. This was Violet’s chance to tell him whatever he was mixed up sounded dangerous, and if he kept stalking her, she was going to call the police. And then turn off the communicator. But he looked so upset, and the communicator had appeared in her room in the middle of indoor storm. And something was wrong. She knew it was.

Hiro was the first person who’d believed her.

She sat on her bed and tightened her grip on the communicator.

“What do you mean, ‘wrong’?” she asked.

“I don’t know exactly.” Hiro gestured in frustration. “I think the timeline got changed. I just keep getting weird readings on everything, but I don’t know what they mean! I think maybe time travel’s not actually my field, so I don’t really know what I’m doing. Except I don’t know how I know that, and—”

“What’s the tensile strength of steel?” Violet blurted.

“Uh—” Hiro blinked at her. “It’s, it’s not a constant. It depends on the grade of the steel and thickness of your material.You want to consider yield strength and elongation percentage, too, so depending on what you’re building…”

He trailed off, then drew in an uneven breath. He looked at Violet with wide eyes. She looked back with a hammering heart.

“Let’s not go off in a spiral,” she said, snarky tone rather shaky.

“How did you know to do that?” Hiro asked.

Violet shook her head.

“I don’t know.”

They stared at each other for a moment, and then she watched determination spark in Hiro’s eyes.

“Something’s wrong with the timeline, and now I have to put it right. We have to put it right.”

“Who’s we?” Violet asked, even though part of her felt she already knew, lost names on the tip of her tongue…

“You and me, Wilbur, and Penny. I—” Hiro suddenly looked sheepish. “I don’t really know who they are, or you. But the anomalies all center around the four of us, so either we did something in the original timeline, or someone else was messing with time travel and we’re involved. Does that makes sense?”

“None of this makes sense.” Violet’s head was spinning. “How do you even fix a broken timeline?”

“I think we can if we put things back the way they were. There are rules about time travel—key events? I’m kinda guessing here. I was hoping you’d know.”

“I don’t know.” Violet hesitated. “Maybe one of the others does.”

“You see what I’m dealing with?” Hiro cried. “I know things, but I don’t know how I know. I definitely think one of you knows more about time travel than I do. I was trying to fix things, but I messed up. The last jump stranded me…whenever this is, and now I don’t have enough fuel to get out. I barely managed to get the comm out.” He looked around at the swirling colors. “I think I’m between whenevers, actually.”

Violet realized the wavering scenes weren’t on the glass, but behind it. A shiver of horror went down her back.

“Is there anything you can do?”

Hiro looked back at her, and the fear in his face softened away again. He grinned at her.

“I have a plan. But I need your help—Wilbur and Penny, too, if we can find them.”

Violet hesitated again. This was insane. And if it wasn’t insane it was wildly dangerous, not just to her but potentially to the entire world—the entire time-space continuum. But she liked Hiro’s grin. She felt like she could take on the world with that grin at her side. Maybe the four of them had, in the old timeline.

“I’m going to be grounded for a decade if we destroy the universe, you know,” she said. “What do you need me to do?”

[magical-xirl-4]

Here's Penny showing off a move she learnt as a kid from "self-dense" (code for 'I was a child spy and had to learn how to fight').

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

𝐅𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫

Chapter two: The let down

masterlist // disney nav // tag list form

notes: Modern AU-ish! They're all around 15-16 in this fic, This is not an X Reader fic!! Likes & Reblogs are appreciated !

chapter 1

chapter 3

"What flowers does Violet like?" Hiro asked as he began to look at flowers. Penny was smelling the carnations while Wilbur was taking pictures of the calla lilies.

"She likes-"

"Petunia Black Velvets." Wilbur said, pulling a blue rose out of a bunch. Penny and Hiro stared at him for a moment, before looking back to the flowers.

"What do those look like?" Hiro asked, before Penny shrugged.

"I don't know. I've never heard her mention those before." Penny said, before turning to Wilbur. " How did you know she liked those?" Penny asked, and Hiro couldn't deny the curiosity growing in him too.

"Well, she mentioned it while we were at the park that one time. She saw the fake Petunias in front of the water fountain. She said she liked them but the black ones were her favorite." Wilbur said, writing something on his phone.

"That was like, months ago. How do you remember that?" Penny asked with a laugh, before Wilbur shrugged.

"I don't know. Violet doesn't talk much, so when she does I sort of just remember it all." Wilbur said, and Hiro stood quiet. Unfortunately, the store didn't have any Black Petunias, so they went with the next best thing, according to Wilbur. Black Roses.

"Are you sure she's going to like this?" Hiro asked as they stepped out of the flower shop. It was around six o'clock now, and Violet was already at the movies.

"Are we giving her these when she gets out?" Penny asked, and Hiro nodded.

"Yup! Then I tell her how I feel and Brick goes away forever." Hiro said with a smile. Penny laughed and Wilbur chuckled, the three walking down the street to head towards the movies.

"Violet got there at five thirty, so the movie should be done by seven." Penny said, and Hiro nodded.

"Alright, we have an hour to kill. What are we gonna do?" Wilbur asked, before Penny pointed to the arcade up ahead.

"We can go to the arcade." Penny said, and Hiro nodded. The three walked down the block, making small talk and trying to figure out which games they wanted to play first. Penny left her bike outside, and tucked the flowers Hiro had gotten Vi into the basket at the front, wrapping it around basket.

"How many coins are we getting?" Wilbur asked before Hiro pointed to the five hundred pack.

"That's like, fifteen dollars." Penny said, before Hiro shook his head, moving them so he could stand in front of the machine. He slipped a dollar in before tapping the buttons a few times. Then, a second later, five hundred coins were put out from the machine.

"Easy." Hiro said with a grin, Penny moving her shirt out so they could put the coins in the dip of her shirt, as a makeshift holder.

" We seriously need to start bringing a bag here. My shirts are gonna stretch from all these coins." Penny said, and Wilbur laughed, grabbing a handful of coins. Penny felt her face heat up, before looking away before he could notice.

"Where are we going first?" Hiro asked, before Wilbur pointed to the large pack man game.

"We need to do that." Wilbur said, before they all began to walk over. A whole hour of games, who could ask for more?

"Dash have you seen my charger?" Violet asked, walking into the living room. There sat Helen, Bob and Dash. Jack- Jack was busy watching TV.

"No, ask dad." Dash said with an eye roll.

"Dash be nice please." Helen said with an aggravated sigh.

"I'll be nice when you guys tell her." Dash said, and Violet stopped.

"Tell me what?" She asked, picking up Jack-Jack to give him a hug. She lightly rocked him as she played with whatever toy it was he had.

" Violet, you're brother... feels he's ready to go solo." Helen said. Violet stood quiet, still rocking Jack-Jack back and forth.

"So, does that mean I'm going solo too?" Violet asked, before Bob shook his head.

"That's the thing, your mother and I, don't think you're ready yet." Bob said. Violet put Jack-Jack down,

"Why wouldn't I be ready? Why is he supposed to be ready before me?" Violet asked, now getting upset.

"Honey just hear us out. You're just not, confident enough. We don't want you to get hurt that's all." Helen explained.

"That's not fair." Violet said, not getting more agitated. "Is that why that woman was here? To talk about Dash?" Violet asked. Helen looked confused.

"What woman? No woman came for Dash." Helen said. Quietly, the two turned to Bob, who looked down at the floor.

"Uh oh." Dash said, before running to get Jack-Jack, and then running out of the living room.

"You cheated on mom?" Violet asked, and Helen's fists tightened.

"Cheat is a strong word."  Bob said, standing.

"So that's it? You're just not going to say anything?" Helen asked, and Violet stood quiet. She picked up her sweater off of the couch, before walking out, leaving her parents to argue. She was ready to just go out, her phone battery be damned.

The walk to the movies was short, and thankfully she didn't wear to high of boots. The chilly weather of the fall was welcoming and she mentally thanked herself for layering two sweaters. She pushed the doors open to the lobby of the theatre, and quickly found that long red hair. Except, he wasn't the only one. Next to Brick, was Blossom, who was his ex girlfriend. Why she was here, Violet wasn't sure. But, to be safe she hid around a corner and texted Brick.

Vi: Hey, I'm here.

In a few seconds, Brick texted back.

Brick: Oh alright, i'll meet you.

Violet felt nervous, and uneasy. Like something was wrong. But she chalked it up to the mishap with her parents a few moments ago. Stepping out from her small hiding spot, she saw Brick looking around. When his eyes landed on her, she smiled and waved and she would have felt better if his smile didn't hold so much pity.

"Listen Violet I-" Brick started, and Violet waved her hands.

"Brick it's fine. I get it. Trust me." Violet said, already knowing. She wasn't the one he wanted to see, and it was fine, because she felt the same. But that didnt mean it still didn't hurt.

"Are you sure? Boom got stood up by his girl again, so if you want you can go with him, as friends y'know." Brick said sympathetically. Violet shook her head with a smile still, even though she felt like she wanted to cry.

"I'm just gonna meet up with my friends, they're nearby so it'll be fine. But I hope you guys have a good movie." Violet said, before Brick smiled. Out of her peripheral, Violet could see Blossom walking over.

"Hi, I'm Blossom." She said, extending her hand to shake Violets. Violet smiled and shook her hand. They were soft.

"Hi, Violet. You're very pretty, I love your hair." Violet said, and Blossom smiled lightly running her fingers through it. The two look good together, Violet thought.

"Oh thank you so much, but yours is, wow." She said, her eyes widening. " It's so long and shiny, I wish mine was like that." She said laughing, and Violet nodded laughing as well.

"Your hair suits you, trust me yours is fine." Violet said, before Brick turned around to see Butch tapping his phone, reminding him of the time. "I should let you guys go. Enjoy your movie." Violet said, and Blossom smiled sadly at her, before hugging her.

"Take care of yourself please. You seem like a sweet girl, and any guy would be so lucky to have you." Blossom said in her ear, squeezing her. Violet hugged her bag, unintentionally squeezing her too.

"Thank you, I hope you two are happy, you guys deserve it y'know." Violet said, and the two pulled away with soft smiles. Brick felt his nerves ease watching Violet walk out of the movies.

Violet felt like she had been walking for hours. She didn't want to go home, she knew all she would hear would be fighting, and arguing and Jack-Jack crying. She didn't want that right now. So, she walked and walked, until she reached the boardwalk. She sat on the cement, which was a few feet above the sand, enough for her to dangle her feet.

She pulled her phone out, scrolling to Penny's contact before calling her. Ringing, ringing and more ringing. No answer. She called Hiro, no answer. She sighed and scrolled to the last person she had hope for. Wilbur. She called, and it rang. Ringing and ringing and ringing. Until he answered.

"Hello?" He asked, and Violet sighed.

"H-hey. Are you busy?" She asked, and she heard shuffling on the other end.

"Not really. Just watching Pennys bike real quick. Why?" Wilbur asked, before Violet looked out to the ocean ahead of her.

" Do you think we could meet up? A lot happened." Violet said sadly, before Wilbur let out a 'hm'

"You're lucky I'm a man with enough time on his hands. I'll be there in two minutes. Where are you?" Wilbur asked, and Violet heard more shuffling on his end.

"By the boardwalk, near the sand."Violet said, before Wilbur chuckled.

"You're not far. I'll be there quick, promise." He said, and Violet smiled and said 'mhm' before hanging up. She sat for a bit, waiting, and just letting her thoughts run.

She wasn't sure how to feel. She knew she didn't like Brick. But she did feel some hurt knowing she had been, basically a rebound. But, she had been hearing Penny drop hints about Hiro liking her, which she also wasn't sure how to feel about. Then, then there was Wilbur.

She definitely didn't like him. Not one bit. They made fun of each other most of the time. She'd comment about his hair, how weird it sat in his head and how odd it was it stood so perfect during the day. She'd talk about how much he wouldn't stop talking about space and the stars and how he loved science so much. She'd get annoyed when he would tease her for liking english class so much because quote " who willingly likes english class?"

Violet didn't like a lot of things about him. So she could never understand why she always let herself down around him. She would talk, he would listen. She would ramble and go on a rant about whatever it was she did, and he'd agree, if he felt he needed too. Just to get it all out of her, sometimes he'd challenge her.

Violet could think of a million reasons why she couldn't like Wilbur Robinson. But the more she thought about why she couldn't, the more she realized, she did.

"Hey Vi." Man of the hour.

"Hey." She said quietly, hiding behind her hair. Her nerves were all over the place. Wilbur rested the bike on the wall, before jumping up and swinging his legs over, scooting over just enough to sit next to her.

"So, how'd the movies go? It's like, six forty five, why are you here?" Wilbur asked, before Violet just looked down.

"I got there and Brick was with his ex girlfriend Blossom. She's really pretty, like, really really pretty. I kinda knew he wasn't really liking me." Violet said, before Wilbur nodded in understanding.

"I feel like there's more." He said quietly, trying to see her face better.

"Kind of. But you cant tell anyone." She said, shifting to face him. Wilbur stared at her for a second, before fixing her hair behind her ear.

"I promise I won't tell anyone." He said smiling, before she laughed.

"Okay, well." She started, before taking a deep breath. " You know how, I'm a super and all." She said, and he nodded. " Dash wants to go solo." Violet said, and Wilbur's eyes went wide.

"Is he allowed to do that?" He asked, before frowning. " I don't know how this super stuff works." He said, and Violet laughed.

"He can, but I didn't think he'd want to go solo so, young. But, I had asked my parents months ago if I could go solo, and they said no because they didn't think I was ready." Violet explained, and Wilbur nodded following along.

"Did they say yes to Dash?" Wilbur asked, and Violet nodded.

"Yeah, they did. So I asked my mom if the woman that had came to our house the other day was there for him, and she said no. So when we looked at my dad, he just said didn't say anything and Dash took Jack-Jack and left." Violet explained quickly, now feeling everything all over again.

"My mom got upset and they basically got into an argument over him cheating on my mom again, and they started to argue and I was just so over it." Violet explained quickly, getting up to pace around. Still, Wilbur listened.

"So, I left because I didn't want to be around that and I just thought getting the night over with would be better. But then I get to the movies and see Brick with Blossom, and I didn't really like him that much but still, it hurt y'know seeing him with another girl when he was technically my date. Then he told me he was sorry and she came over and introduced herself. I hate that I cant even be mad because she was so nice and said I was so pretty but compared to her like am I really?" Violet rambled, and Wilbur sat quietly listening intently.

"Then I walked and left them and just kind of ended up here but I needed someone to talk too because everything is too much. I called Penny but she didn't answer and then I called Hiro and he didn't answer, and thank whatever force sent you because you are helping so much right now." Violet said, finally taking in a breath of air. Wilbur sighed and hopped off the wall, walking over to Violet.

"Vi, a lot is going on right now. You need a minute." He said, placing his hands on her shoulders. She nodded and focused on her breathing, her head pounding with how much she had spoken with such little air.

" Y-yeah, I guess you're right. I just, i don't even know." She said with a sigh.

"Is there anything else?" He asked, before Violet nodded.

" Sorry, I talk a lot, but sort of. Pennys been weird lately, she keeps talking about Hero a lot, I thought at first she liked him, but now she keeps comparing him to me and I'm not sure if she's trying to I guess replace me or tell me something but it's really confusing me." Violet said, before Wilbur laughed.

"Violet seriously you can't tell?" Wilbur asked and Violet shook her head.

"No, tell what?" She asked, and Wilbur sighed.

"Vi, Hiro likes you." Wilbur said. Violets eyes went wide, and she stood back.

"... Are you serious?" She asked, and Wilbur nodded, moving back to lean against the wall.

"Yep! He got you those flowers." Wilbur said, pointing to the flowers on Pennys bike. " He didn't know which ones you liked though, and I told him you liked the Black Velvet Petunias, but they didn't have those so I said the Black Roses were the next best option. I told the florist to throw in Salvia, since I know you like purple." Wilbur said, moving over to Pennys bike to untie to bouquet from the basket. Violet stood quietly as he handed them to her.

If only it was the right guy handing her these. Maybe then she would've been happier.

[nt-1115]

@winterxisxcomingx @midnight-raven

Violet: Do we really have to go to the school with those normal, boring kids?

Hiro: And do you think we have a choice? The sooner we finish this, the sooner we are free from that place

Penny: Do you really think that all of them are good as our parents said?

Wilbur: I mean, they're all wearing cardigans, that's how you know all good, right?

Violet: No, that's dumb

Wilbur: That's-

Penny: Not right. Now shush! Teacher is coming. Pretend to be good guys.

[shdo-xplosion]

ALIEN!BAKUGOU X HUMAN!READER

It was nothing but wishful thinking, a naive hope, for how could such an advanced species want anything to do with your inferior race?

You had one purpose in their eyes: to be studied. If they could learn to dominate one human, they can dominate the rest.

WARNINGS: dark content! horror sci-fi AU, futuristic setting, monsterfucking, non-con oviposition, human incubators, slow burn enemies to lovers, eventual consensual sexual encounters, mild body horror (no in-depth description), reader has female parts with they/them pronouns (not often used)

NOTES: first longer fic! this has been on my mind since starting this account. i’m a big fan of aliens and eggs (heehee). i know this won’t fit everyone’s interests, but hopefully it will find an audience. banner manga cap edited and colored by moi (ෆ ͒•∘̬• ͒)◞

INTRO ☼ begin transmission

PART ONE ☼ stock

PART TWO ☼ clinical

PART THREE ☼ deeper still

PART FOUR ☼ torn apart

PART FIVE ☼ starlit betrayal

PART SIX ☼ personal methods

PART SEVEN ☼ unbinding

PART EIGHT ☼ mindbreak

PART NINE ☼ off the walls

PART TEN ☼ saving grace

OUTRO ☼ end transmission

✧ parts may be added or discarded depending on the flow of the story as i’m writing it

2023 ©️shdo-xplosion. please do not plagiarize or repost my work to any other platforms.

[reve-de-sang]

Hmm…maker-fledgling dynamics but weird/kind of animalistic and sexy? X-men mutants, e.g. escaped from a testing facility? Public sex that’s mandatory? Loustat is peak but threesomes are fun!

thank you for these great prompts! i can’t believe my brain didn’t leap upon delightful mandatory public sex or sexy animalistic maker-fledgling dynamics; i was grabbed by testing facility and mutations, another favorite. here’s a futuristic dystopian au:

“I’m not wearing that,” Lestat said, staring at the worn beige coveralls in Louis’s hand like they were a garbage bag. A used one.

“We need to blend in,” Louis said gently. “Affordably.” The civilian clothing Armand had provided them at their escape had been getting kind of rank over the past few days, and money was tight.

“Where have they been. And they’re beige.”

“Kinda picky for a guy who was basically wearing a paper napkin with his butt hanging out for the past year.”

“Exactly,” Lestat said, narrowing his eyes at Louis. “Now is the time for color. Silks.”

“Lestat,” Claudia said, crouching down by him where he sat propped up against the wall, “if my tiny ass can wear one of these that’s way too big and basically makes me look like a clown, you can nut up and wear yours—it fits.” She glared at Louis. “I think he just misses flashing his ass.”

“I admit I’m going to miss you flashing your ass, Claudia,” Madeleine offered from over by the window, smirking. 

“It’s appointment-only viewing now.”

“I’ll have my people call your people.”

“Everyone else’s is black,” Lestat sniffed, taking the garment reluctantly from Louis. “I will not forget this crime.” Lestat pushed himself to standing, and a fresh trickle of blood escaped from an ear. Louis tsk’d and helped him as Lestat made his unsteady way to their meager shared apartment’s bathroom.

—

The first thing they’d done when they’d escaped the facility was go to the movies.

Armand had provided them fake Citizen Identification Numbers, their civilian clothes, and enough credits to last them a few months if they lived on the cheap. The CIN had been the real godsend. Well, that, and freedom from Dr. de Romanus and his superiors.

Lestat had directed them to the nearest old-school movie theater. And for the cost of four evening tickets to a sparsely-populated showing? A buffet.

Lestat had effortlessly held the audience of a dozen people in thrall as he, Louis, Claudia, and Madeleine made their way through the hypnotized people, tearing into their throats and draining them of their blood, and moving on.

“I’m so hungry,” Claudia whined as she finished her third. Louis let her have his designated third victim instead, and Lestat glared.

“She is smaller than all of us, Louis. Her hunger is imagined.”

“We don’t know anything about her metabolism. We don’t know anything about anything,” Louis sighed.

Lestat was at his side before Louis had finished his breath, arm around Louis’s shoulders, Lestat’s proximity electric. «It will be okay.» It was almost sweet. Lestat had been the most unstable of all of them as they had escaped their incarceration in the facility, but he’d taken a special interest in his fellow escapee, for all that they’d never exchanged words before. Somehow the feeling was mutual. Lestat was…magnetic.

Louis looked around the room of dead people. Claudia and Madeleine had collapsed in some empty seats up ahead and dazedly watched the movie onscreen. “You think I’ll ever be able to do…that?” Louis said, gesturing at a row of the dead. “The mind-thing?”

Lestat reached up and swiped at blood running from his own ear, showing his red palm to Louis. Louis hadn’t even noticed it in the dark of the theater. “I hope not, Louis. It is very taxing. They were very excited about that back at the lab, and the levitation, and telekinesis—”

“I’m sorry, the what and the what?” Louis guided them to a pair of seats; Lestat was slowly leaning on him more for support in standing than for offering comfort. 

“I may have been there…a year? They had a lot of time with me. But I only noticed you perhaps a month ago—is that when you arrived, Louis?” Lestat really liked saying his name. Louis wondered if he’d been very lonely.

“Uh, yeah. It’s probably been…weeks. Went into the hospital for routine gene therapy. Woke up in hell.”

Lestat nodded. “No one to miss you?”

“Naw, my family kicked me out when…well,” Louis cleared his throat uncomfortably and glanced at the screen. “That how they got you?”

Lestat regarded Louis. “I have nightmares about a home invasion. I think that must have been it.”

“Jesus.”

“We should probably split up,” Lestat said, searching Louis’s face with a terrible sadness in his eyes. Louis was having a hard time keeping eye contact: it was so intense between them. “Akasha will want me back. You three will be safer without me. Unless she was the same with you…?”

Louis felt a tug of panic in his heart at the idea of losing this stranger. “I don’t even know who that is. There was Dr. de Romanus. Armand. Various techs. Maybe I just hadn’t been there long enough.”

“I like to think it was because you were stronger, Louis,” Lestat said fondly, touching Louis’s blood-sticky jaw lightly. “Less malleable.” 

Louis frowned with amusement. “You don’t even know me?”

«And yet you, too, feel something between us, no?»

Louis let himself meet Lestat’s eyes squarely. Lestat’s eyes—they weren’t human. Not really. They had a depth and shimmer to their blue. But beyond that, there was just the endless, unconditional acceptance and affinity in them.

Louis felt the same. This man was…everything. Louis loved him with an intensity that was terrifying and joyous. He would forgive him anything. Lestat was of him. They wouldn’t withstand separation. They didn’t want to. 

Which was insane, because they’d only properly met today.

“…This cuz we’re just…how we are?”

“Oh, you’ll have to pick a descriptor, Louis,” Lestat murmured. “Queer? Horny? Beautiful? Monstrous?”

“Uh, the last one, thanks.”

“I felt you, when you arrived. I can hear lots of people, if I try. Something Akasha cultivated. But you, it was not thoughts—it was emotion. A presence? Louis, I felt at ease. It was a lifeline. I’d been breaking.”

Louis frowned. “Did you do something to me?”

Lestat held up his hands. “It was like a radio in the next room, Louis. I didn’t get inside your head. Believe it or not, I was rather preoccupied with having my brain and body turned inside out. I just,” Lestat sighed. “I promise you, Louis. You were a presence in my periphery that felt like something I’d been missing, and it helped me survive.”

Louis felt like he was losing himself in Lestat’s eyes. He felt that draw; he knew what Lestat was describing. «No. You’re right. I know. I’m not sure if I realized it then. It would’ve been there since I woke up. But I know it now.»

Louis leaned in with his blood-sticky mouth to kiss this stranger; it felt inevitable and necessary to Louis. Lestat met him with his own stained lips. Their tongues were in each other’s mouths already, and Louis strained against the hateful old-school theater armrest that wouldn’t lift up and let them fully embrace—

“I suspect you’re down with this suggestion,” Claudia called back from a couple rows up. “But I feel like we should all stick together for now. And so does Madeleine.” She laughed. “If you even care—damn, y’all.” 

Louis slipped away from Lestat’s lips, or thought he did. The world was after-images and tunnel vision. He was so dizzy, and so hard, and though their minds were still unified, the only analogy he could think of in physically separating from Lestat was that it felt as raw the cruelty of eviction from his mother’s womb must’ve been, the agonizing coldness, learning what it meant to be only one, learning to breathe, and eat, and suffer. He felt his fangs descend in fury as he surged forward to take Lestat’s mouth again, and Lestat shot a hand up to press him back. 

«Soon, mon cher. We’re in danger; you feel them?» Louis dimly registered the movie credits were rolling in the corner of his eye, and felt the soft mental presence of the human staff who were about to descend to clean up between shows.

“Let’s go,” Lestat announced to all of them. “Back exit. Time to find a home.”

—

They paired off into romantic relationships as if it had been inevitable.

But all together, they practiced their new abilities and explored their monstrous appetites. 

Eating flesh wasn’t wanted; it seemed to be the blood only. The grungy metropolis was teeming with the destitute and vulnerable, and the four of them picked away at the edges of the population like starving wolves. 

They honed their ability to listen in on their livestock’s thoughts, their skill at moving at shocking speed. They tested their unnatural physical strength. The others strained to cultivate Lestat’s ability to manipulate others mentally, but had very limited success. Levitation, telekinesis, pyrokinesis—these seemed out of reach for the others for now.

As Armand had admonished, they stayed out of the daylight. It hurt their eyes, and when Lestat chanced his fingers in a sunbeam, they burned hot and turned ashen (he was grateful they actually healed). 

They’d been taught murder in the lab. Killing “in the wild,” so to speak, was more horrifying (and more thrilling). Louis felt like he was the only one who wasn’t adapting well to his new murderous life. Lestat watched him with concern.

—

Within a month Lestat had found them a lonely, independently wealthy man with a luxurious penthouse apartment. Brainwashed into complacency, the man found himself an absentee benefactor relegated to the unused servant’s quarters as they took over the main suites.

None of them wanted to go home. None of them wanted to revisit what remained. There were reasons they’d each been easily disappeared from their lives by the facility. 

—

At dusk Louis and Lestat liked to sit on the penthouse balcony with its glass railing and watch the dusk immediately after the sun had sunk below the horizon. They came as early as they could, the faint pain on their skin not unlike a memory of spicy pepper on the tongue, and watched the edge of pink and lavender that remained in the sky. They affected sunglasses and smoked cigarettes Lestat lit with a thought. On very lucky days, there were high, shapely clouds whose outlines reflected one last ray of a sun beyond their view.

“Do not starve yourself, Louis.”

“I been thinking. Sometimes I see rats if I go far out enough into the city.”

“Holy fuck, Louis.”

Louis shrugged. “Better than nothing.”

“No.” Lestat stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray, and leaned back on his hands on the marble floor. “Every evening you will feed from me until we find a solution. You will be one step removed from the killing. Not unlike the distance from killing afforded by a chicken nugget, no?” He offered a small smile with his challenge.

Louis sighed. “I can’t depend on you for that.”

«And yet I depend on you for my sanity. Tell me the difference.»

«We anchor each other.» Louis toyed with the butt of his cigarette before crushing it in the ashtray by Lestat’s. “I dunno. Feeding off you… That just seems like…cannibalism, somehow.”

Lestat scoffed. “Your mind. It is no different from when we are in bed and you bite and lick at me, or when you swallow my—”

”We are talking a whole meal,” Louis overrode him. “How do you expect to walk away from that!”

“Well, obviously don’t rip my throat out. We’ll practice. I can have a snack on standby if you’re concerned.”

There was a building erotic pull in their minds as Louis studied Lestat’s throat. “It’s just…kind of incestuous,” Louis whispered.

“Louis,” Lestat stared at him. “We are each other. It’s no more incestuous than masturbation, or—or the literal sex we have!”

Louis licked his lips and tore his eyes away. “I can’t believe you compared yourself to a Happy Meal.”

Lestat beamed at him. “Well, there is a toy included.”

“A toy. Congratulations: you just made your dick unsexy.”

“Not possible.”

[wsdanon]

okay let’s just do it like this—here are all the recent fics I’ve posted:

With You By My Side — osnf au featuring the helper and the nurse

Benefits — fuga era cell and felps

Missing Carpazinha Citizens Kidnapped By Cult—Few Survivors — based in osnf au, but specifically this is an in-universe newspaper article about the events of osnf

Episode 19: The Case Of The Carpazinha Cult Kidnappings — in-universe conspiracy theory podcast transcript version of the above

Speeding Across The Country — why not add this one in again. fitpac modern/slightly futuristic au—fit is helping pac escape from the federation. 7k words

Fuga Four Week prompt for Cuddling

Fuga Four Week prompt for Rescue Mission + Favela and Richas

Fuga Four Week prompt for Reunion

Fuga Four Week prompt for Fuga

Taglist (ask to be added or removed): @routeriver @echotunes @saiiboat @lil-lost-mind @humanaaa @iridescentpull @mochitoaster @factorialsotherfandoms @calbeloved @marz-likes-palaces

reblogs appreciated, but also I would prefer if you reblog the actual individual posts linked here rather than this one as they have more information

[pjunicornart]

Lazy Days Wilro

They're reading Wilbur's favorite book, "Funhouse." It's about a group of circus kids who escape and have to navigate mental health and insanity.

To the one asking for Wilro... I see you. :}

[tiktokattic]

I know. Barbie and ken don’t end up together in the end of the movie. (I’ve watched it a few times and cried a few times too) But I still think their scenes together were still cute and funny especially that scene where they got their mugshots taken. Besides of course the beach scene.

[cryptid-moone]

[OUTDATED]

Haha designs (and I redid their super suits I'm sorry I took away penny's green suit it wasn't the vibe 😭)

Also finally character info stuff!!

Wilbur: so basically he hasn't changed too much from the movie and video game, he thinks things though a bit more (not by much tho lmaooo)

since he's a bit older the teenager crisis kicks in and I say he has imposter syndrome low key cuz he's teaming up with literal superhero's and his dad is basically Tony stark and in his mind he can't match up or make a name for himself without being tied to his dad and he feels like he doesn't like- measure up to the other three so we get a character arc 😈

Penny: she's still doing spy work but as a civilian she's still a celebrity as it's been like a year since she quit the show. She's still a bit shaken up by the events of the movie and has trouble opening up to the others, it gets better tho.

Small thing about the powers she gets in the au, she has empathy powers (can basically feel others emotions and vice versa) and on some level can communicate with animals. She gets a hold on her powers way easier than Wilbur.

Hiro: does hero work after the movie (never seen the show) he's still very sore about Tadashi's death (reasonably so) and is very snippy. He is super closed off the with others and that's kinda how he and Violet grow close 👀

Violet: a lot more open after both movies, still a hit stand offish though, she and Wilbur clash A LOT, like enemies type shit. At some point they're gonna have a really bad argument and someone's issues are gonna get aired tf out and they'll reach a understanding or find common ground and become friendly to each-other. Not now tho lol

[midnight-raven]

AU IDEA: The Futuristic Four, including Riley and Miguel, as Sinner Demons from Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss.

Hiro Hamada

Species: Cybernetic Kabuki Demon.

Age: 18.

Died: 2014.

Violet Parr

Species: Harpy Demon.

Age: 18.

Died: 2004.

Wilbur Robinson

Species: Electricity Demon.

Age: 17.

Died: 1997.

Penny Forrester

Species: Camera Demon.

Age: 17.

Died: 1988.

Riley Andersen

Species: Clown Demon.

Age: 17.

Died: 1975.

Miguel Rivera

Soecies: Skeleton Demon.

Age: 17.

Died: 1967.

Anon, I could hug you 😁 Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel are my latest obsessions and I am so excited to make an AU out of it, I already have so many ideas!

Also, everyone’s demon look sounds so amazing and I hope to make some art for them.

While I try to figure out their deaths and crimes against humanity, here are some ideas I have for this AU.

Let’s call it The Sinners Six… I’ll workshop that.

Hazbin AU: The Sinners Six are guests at Rapunzel's Happy Hotel; A rehabilitation center that offers sinner demons a chance for redemption.

Helluva AU: Newly dead Hiro starts an assassination business with his fellow demons to take out targets in the living world.

[detta-pica]

Fanfic Writer Interview

This should be a nice way to wrap up the year.

How many works do you have on AO3?

11. I was actually surprised when I checked. It feels like I’ve written 6 at most.

I started writing fanfic in 2013, then took a really long break from posting. I still wrote (mostly unfinished novel-length stories) and read a lot, but no fandom pulled me in enough to publish my own stories. Until JJK in early 2024.

It’s the tragedy, I think. It’s not that I want to fix canon, I love it for the pain it’s caused me, but I am strongly motivated to write happier outcomes for my ship.

Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes:

The Darkest Deluge - Kingdom Hearts series, Strifehart & Soriku, 123k words (unfinished, on hiatus)

This is a plot-heavy soft sci-fi story with a big cast and four major POVs. At first, I managed regular weekly updates, but then life happened and I took longer and longer breaks. I still intend to finish it. In fact, everything except for the final battle and dénouement is already drafted. The second my JJK obsession fades a little, I’ll sit down and finally get it done.

Born to Die - JJK, stsg, 40k words

My first JJK fic, a plotty, vaguely futuristic vampire AU. I got to play with very interesting themes in this one. I’ve promised a sequel and I will deliver, though I’m not sure when.

So far from you here next to me - JJK, stsg, 25k words

The first part in a magic realism/witch AU. I expected the series to get barely any traction, since it starts with the unresolved romantic tension tag. Each installment is a self-contained case fic, which is my favourite genre, centred around a theme. For this one, it’s grief.

Wisteria, sufficiently looked at - JJK, stsg, 23k words

Part 5 in the same series, themed around forgiveness. This is where the romantic tension finally gets resolved.

Unknown-C - JJK, stsg, 2k words

A silly, fluffy getting together fic. Technically canon compliant, but I’m always hesitant to use that tag when writing about a non-canon ship.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Every single one, and usually in a timely manner. I also try to match the commenter’s energy, so I’ll leave a long reply to a long comment, and respond to an emoji with an emoji. I want to make sure that each commenter feels appreciated and knows how grateful I am, but also, the reason I write and post fanfic is that I want to be an active participant in my fandom, to be a part of the community. The best way to achieve that, I think, is to interact with people.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

There he is, happy - it’s a canon compliant stsg fic with the MCD archive warning 🤷‍♀️ Alternatively, it’s The Deep Well, but I’m not saying why.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

I’m not sure. I guess Unknown-C is the most lighthearted. Aside from the two stories mentioned above, I haven’t written any properly bad endings, but I mean… I’ve been focusing on themes like death and grief. I can’t claim those are happy fics.

Do you write crossovers?

No. I just don’t find the idea compelling. I might do a fusion someday, though. Specifically, JJK characters in the world of Stardew Valley.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not once. I have a small audience, so the likelihood of getting hate is really low for me.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Since September this year, yes. What kinds of smut are there? I guess I’m not super interested in writing penetrative sex? I’m a switch/vers shipper focused on mlm ships (unfortunately; I hope to get hooked on a wlw ship some day).

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I sincerely doubt it.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Also nope. I’d love to try it, but as a discovery writer that plans primarily in themes, I imagine I would be horrible to work with.

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Listen. I don’t have an all-time favourite anything (except maybe Assam tea, but I haven’t tried every variety out there, so this could very easily change). I go through phases, come back to old ships after years and years, and just generally follow my whim.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I have a bunch of WIPs for the early Assassin’s Creed games that I will definitely never finish. They are a decade old.

What are your writing strengths?

Plot? Despite planning in themes, I think my stories are usually plot-driven. I’ve been told my characterisation tends to be true to canon, though that doesn’t necessarily mean it’s strong… Oh! I think I’m good at echoing the original material in different ways, usually through AUs, to explore canon themes from new angles.

Also, worldbuilding. I mostly write AUs, so it’s kind of a given, but I think of myself as a worldbuilder first, writer second.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Action scenes are definitely one. I find the choreography of a fight horribly boring (to read and to write), so I tend to fast-forward through them.

Character voice. I’ve seen people do absolutely incredible things with POV characters. I want to be that good. I will probably never be that good.

Originality of structure, if that makes sense. I think fanfic is an incredible medium for trying out new formats, pretty much without any constraints. But even though I really want to do fun things with story format and structure, I end up falling into safe habits.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

It can be great if it serves a purpose. Sometimes, hiding information from the reader/achieving vibes over understanding is the goal. It can also be useful for settling the reader more firmly in the POV. But it’s the sort of tool that should be used very sparingly, or else it will become frustrating.

What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

The Old Guard’s Joe/Nicky. Maybe when the sequel finally comes out? Also Arcane’s Silco/Vander. Unfortunately I can only do one fandom at a time, and I haven’t yet been released from my current obsession.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Oh wow. Hm. I’m gonna say Born to Die, because it was the beginning of my writing journey in a new fandom and it got me out of a fanfic writing slump that had lasted years. Also, it was my first, raw attempt at working through my JJK-related feelings, so it’ll always be special to me in that way.

Thank you @hollow-lime-green for tagging me! This was fun :)

Tagging @poolnoodling and anyone else who’d enjoy doing this!