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soulmate-game · 4 years ago

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Finally another oneshot, after forever and a day. I’m weak for soulmate AUs. I think most of you know that already.

SO WHY NOT ANOTHER?! WOO!

This one is based on a prompt given to me a hella long time ago, idk who sent it to me. Tell me who you are so I can credit you! I wrote down the prompt for me to remember, it’s something like; “You can write letters to your soulmate, and they travel through time either to a moment your soulmate needs the letter most or to a random point in time to them.”

—*—*—*—*—*

Dear Myself.

I’m doing this for school. We have to write letters to our future self. I am nine years old right now, the year is 2009. I hope you found a cool job! I don’t know what to do yet. I like drawing though! Science is icky, so I hope you’re not a scientist. But if you are, and if it makes us happy, then I guess it’s okay. Be the best scientist you can! If you are all moved out, did you ever get a pet hamster? Hamsters are so cute!

Oh, but most important. Yesterday, I was bullied by my Arch Enemy. You know who. Yeah. Anyway, she said some mean things and it just reminded me that sometimes life hurts, and people can hurt you real bad. But life is still pretty. A family of robins made a nest on my terrace outside my room, and I saw them after I was done crying. They are so cute, and made me happy again. So, always look for your family of robins to keep you happy, I guess. Life isn’t bad, even if some things and people are. I hope you remember that. Keep believing in yourself, and in others!

Marinette Dupain-Cheng (from the past).

Do not open this letter before 2020! Pretty please!

Shaking hands held the letter. It was written two years ago, but he only could have gotten it now. It just appeared on his desk out of nowhere. At first, he thought it was some sick joke. He had just moved to Gotham again, and none of his—

None of them knew he was back. But he recognized this handwriting. He had gotten exactly one letter from them before, written by an older version of this woman and received by him when he was ten. Not long after being taken in by Bruce Wayne. The letter back then had been short, precise. Comforting.

Hello there.

I am writing this in the year 2018. You see, I found out quite a while ago that my soulmate bond is unique. It sends letters to you that I write, from all across time. I can get your letters, too, so don’t hesitate to write to me if you need to vent. My letters might not always reach you in time to feel like a normal response, but I’ll keep writing if you do. I know your life isn’t easy, if the letters I’ve already gotten mean anything. But keep fighting. I know what it’s like to be the underdog. But I’m rooting for you.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng, New Adult.

Jason’s hands crumpled the two pieces of paper in them, the older of the two already close to crumbling away. They had buried him with it, resurrected him with it. It had seen hell and back just like him, but he still kept it. Even with blurring ink and ripped edges and blood stains. The writing and names matched, even if his newer letter was written in the clumsy scrawl of a child. The nuances in the handwriting were still the same.

She would still be writing to him. This new letter he got was clearly the first, before she knew about her soulmate or how her letters would disappear after she wrote them just like his did. But 2009? It just sank into him, that she was younger than he was. By seven years.

But her words still kept him afloat better than any lecture from that asshole Bruce.

He couldn’t see her yet. Not any time soon, really. He was already eighteen, dead and resurrected, and she was barely eleven. He could wait.

She didn’t need somebody as screwed and dark as him right now, anyway. A murderer, a budding crime boss. If she needed someone killed for her, or someone to save her, he’d be there. Otherwise?

Jason took out the receipt from his last visit to a gas station for cigarettes, grabbed a sharpie from his desk, and began to write.

Yo, Mari.

I’m writing this in 2011. I got your first letter. Thanks. It reminded me of some good times. I’m sorry I didn’t write anything for five years. Stuff happened. I won’t write often. Not until I’m in a better place. But if you need it, you can vent to me too. Also, don’t look at the back of this receipt. This was the only paper I could find.

Jason T., Your Soulmate.

—*—*—*—*—*

Marinette, nine years old, stared down at the receipt that had taken the place of her letter to herself. She recognized that it was written in English, but she couldn’t read it yet. But that was okay, her Papan and Maman could read English!

She ran down, holding it in her hands tightly. She didn’t want the mystery letter to disappear! She handed it to her parents, who were in the middle of making croissants and stared at her for a moment. And then they broke into a flurry of movement.

“Why do you have a receipt for cigarettes, Marinette?!” Sabine yelled, confused more than angry. How would her daughter get a receipt written in English? And after giving her parents a confused head tilt, Marinette explained.

“It just appeared, like, poof!” She moved her hands to illustrate her point. “I was writing my letter to my future self for school, which is gone now oh no! Mlle. is going to be so mad!”

“Mari, focus,” Tom prodded gently, laying a hand on her shoulder. “You were writing your letter, and then what?”

Marinette took a deep breath. “Well, I finished it and put it in a little envelope. But as soon as I put it down and was all done, it shimmered red and faded away! This showed up in the same place my letter had been, like they were traded!”

Tom and Sabine shared a glance, and her mom held out her hand. “Can I read it, Marinette? I promise I won’t take it away. Your father and I just want to see what it says. We’ll read it to you.”

Marinette nodded eagerly, and after making sure their dough was put away the family of bakers moved to their living room and the little girl sat on her father’s lap as her mother held the note for them to see and read it aloud.

The parents shared another glance.

“Wow!” Marinette exclaimed happily, bouncing in place. “He sounds so cool! He is my soulmate? Really? I wonder what he looks like!” Her eyes took on a dreamy quality as she began to daydream. “I bet he’s super handsome! And nice and strong and—“

“Mari,” Tom said gently, tugging one pigtail playfully to get his daughter’s attention. She turned her large blue eyes to him, rapt with attentiveness. “I know this is exciting, but you know that not all soulmates are romantic, right?”

Marinette instantly calmed down, eyebrows pinching together. “But— but Nino said that soulmates are people you will marry in the future. Your perfect person. Like you and Maman,” she argued, incredibly confused. Her Maman chuckled, handing Marinette her receipt-letter back.

“Yes, but sometimes a person doesn’t need romance the most. Sometimes, what a person needs most is a friend or another family member. So sometimes, a soulmate is a big sister or brother instead, or another Maman or Papan. And we think that your soulmate might be the big brother kind,” she explained patiently. Marinette’s confusion instantly changed to excitement again, eyes sparkling with starry amazement.

“Really? How can you tell?”

“Well,” Tom took over, tapping the receipt with one finger. This receipt is from America. Over there, you have to be eighteen to buy cigarettes. Which means that, two years from now, your soulmate is already eighteen.”

“Or he better be, anyway,” Sabine growled, eyes narrowed dangerously.

“But even if he isn’t,” Tom nervously glanced over at his wife and back to his daughter. “The way he writes is too grown up for someone close to your age. He is probably several years older than you—“

“At least seven, if he knows what’s good for him,” Sabine interrupted again. Tom just chuckled and shook his head.

“But still. Are you okay with him not being a romantic soulmate, Nettie?”

Marinette jumped off of her dad’s lap, hugging her note to her chest with one of the biggest smiles either of her parents had ever seen on her face.

“Are you kidding? I’ve always wanted a big brother! I bet he’s so cool, and rides a motorcycle and beats up bad guys! And when we meet, we’ll go out for ice cream and he’ll ruffle my hair, and let me ride on his shoulders, and it’ll be so awesome!”

Sabine finally lost her threatening aura, laughing along with her daughter. “Well, I don’t know about the whole beating up bad guys thing. But it sounds like he might need some cheering up, so you should write him letters pretty often. You never know when he might need one the most.”

Marinette nodded seriously, eyes shining with determination now. “That’s right! I have to be the best soulmate-sister ever! I’ll start writing him another letter right now!” She instantly turned to run back up to her room, but her dad’s voice followed her:

“Marinette! You haven’t eaten dinner yet!”

—*—*—*—*—*

The next day, Jason came back to his base to see another letter. It was on special scrapbook paper, a pretty white with a heart-and-stars border. He found himself snorting despite himself, shaking his head and picking up the girly letter.

Hello, Jason!

I just got your letter! It’s still 2009, and my parents were worried about the cigarats. I wanted to learn English first, but Maman and Papan reminded me that you have to be able to read French if you were able to read my past letters (I wonder what I wrote you! My future self must be real smart). Maman says you better be 18, or else she’ll kick your butt. She didn’t say that exactly, but I could tell.

Jason snickered at that. She must have a pretty fun family.

Maman and Papan also said that you’re probably a Big Brother soulmate. That’s super cool! I’ve always wanted an older brother, but it’s just me. I get lonely sometimes. And Maman thinks I have a big imagination, so help me prove her wrong! I bet her that you’re suuuuuuper cool, and have a motorcycle and beat up criminals! She doesn’t think my soulmate would be a hero, but I think you are. I don’t even know you yet, but I just feel it. And even if you don’t beat up bad guys, that’s fine. You’ll still protect me like a big brother should, right? And we’ll go and eat ice cream and talk about the stuff we like when we finally meet. And I’ll protect you too. I know little sisters aren’t supposed to, but I will totally protect you anyway. If you’re sad, I’ll make you macaroons and read you a bedtime story. That always makes me happy.

Please write back soon!

Marinette Dupain-Cheng (from the past still!)

Jason couldn’t help it, and maybe the Lazarus magic had a bit of sway on him still, but he laughed raucously. A deep, belly-shaking bellow. His soulmate sure was a character! And scarily intuitive. How did she guess such accurate things about him? It was hilarious.

But he wouldn’t write back today. Not yet. He held no illusions; he wasn’t brother material. Not now, and probably not for a while if ever. Which reminded him, he had a replacement to kill.

—*—*—*—*—*

The Replacement lived, but at least Batman had gotten the message. Meanwhile, letters from Little Mari, as he had started calling her in his head, had started piling up. He read every single one, but didn’t respond to any. It was all the usual stuff. Talking about her day, asking stuff about him, spouting advice that seemed way too insightful for a nine-year-old.

He kept every single one. Soon, 2009 letters turned into 2010 letters. She switched from writing almost every day to once a week.

By then, Jason had reconciled with Bruce for the most part. After a few attempts on his life, but that wasn’t important. It was then, as he sat down in the living room watching Tim, Dick, Bruce, and the newest hellion Damian, all talking with and teasing one another that he finally got the urge to write again. So he asked for paper, and Alfred brought him a notepad and a plain ballpoint pen. And, for the first time in over a year, he started writing.

Dick and Bruce noticed first, stopping their banter to stare. Dick smiled softly, his shoulders relaxing as he let himself slump over the sofa’s arm a bit. Tim furrowed his eyebrows, and Damian frowned.

“What are you doing, Todd?” The young hellion asked, but Jason barely heard him.

“Nonya business, squirt,” he replied absently. Bruce chuckled fondly, beckoning to his two youngest sons. They both came a bit closer, and Bruce smiled at them conspiratorially. He leaned forward and whispered:

“Jason’s soulbond allows any letters that he writes to travel through time to his Bonded, and vice versa. Back before… everything, he used to write a letter to her almost every day.”

“It’s really sweet. We lined up the dates, and we think that she’s around your age Damian,” Dick added in equally softly. “Probably a familial bond. It’s good that he’s writing to her again.”

—*—*—*—*—*

Marinette was twelve the next time she got a letter from Jason. But, unlike the last one, this one came from the past. And it was written in French.

Hi, Marinette!

I guess I’m your soulmate. I got your letter from 2018. It’s 2005 when I’m writing this. I’m twelve years old right now, but that shouldn’t matter. It was a little surprising when I got a letter written in French out of nowhere! Luckily, I speak a lot of languages. I love learning languages, and reading is probably my favorite thing to do. Don’t tell anyone though! I have my bad-boy image to keep up. I think our soulbond is really cool actually, and maybe we can teach each other stuff if we do this right. I know the whole time-traveling-letters thing makes it hard to reply to each other like normal. From now on, I’ll write you these letters in English and translate them in French on the back. That way, you can read it whenever you want and also learn English if you don’t already know it when you get this letter.

Oh, and I think I’m older than you? In real time, I mean. If you’re a “new adult” in 2018, then you’re probably a few years younger than me. I was born in 1993. You can do the math, since I don’t know when you were born. Anyway! I’ll keep writing you as often as I can and hope that you get these letters when you need them most.

Jason T., Excited Tween.

Marinette laughed, running down to show her mom. She was only writing Jason once a month now, but in the midst of this first letter she had received in three years, her determination was relit. It was just the letters being dumb when they flew through time! No way he was done writing to her. Right?

“Maman! Maman, he really was eighteen when he wrote that first letter! You don’t have to kill him!”

—*—*—*—*—*

Marinette stared at the pile of letters on her desk, sighing. She ran a hand through her hair. She hadn’t been able to bring herself to read them yet, but she knew they were each dated from 2005. Apparently they had both decided to write daily when they had first discovered their Bond.

“Marinette,” the familiar voice of Tikki spoke you, the little Kwami floating over to land on her holder’s shoulder. “You should read them. Your bond wouldn’t give you letters you don’t need.”

Marinette took a deep breath, rubbing her already sore and red eyes. “I know. But what if—“

Tikki grabbed the letter at the bottom of the pile, flying over and handing it to the pigtailed girl. She smiled gently. “Read it. No what-ifs. Just read for now, Marinette.”

The newest Ladybug sighed, but acquiesced. She sat down at her desk, and began to read. Only two months as Ladybug, and already the pressure was becoming too much.

Two hours later, she had caught up and her mood was considerably better. Jason’s life was definitely no cake walk, but his humor bled through the more concerning details and helped bring light to Marinette’s day. Slowly, one by one, she folded the letters and put them in her special locked box inside her “diary”. She tried to keep a real diary once, but quickly stopped when she realized that even “dear diary” counted as a letter and sent itself to Jason.

She pulled out one of her special pieces of stationary paper and her favorite pink gel pen. For a while she stared at the paper, out of practice after a few months of not writing to him, but eventually she was able to begin again.

Hey Jason.

It’s 2013. I’m 13. I’m pretty sure you got the point by now, it’s not hard to figure out what year I was born. I haven’t responded to any of your letters in a while, but I guess that doesn’t matter. It’s not like I know if you’re gonna get this right away anyway.

So. Uh. Things have changed. I’m only thirteen, but I feel so old you know? On the bright side, your letters really did help me learn English. I mean, you probably guessed that since I’m writing this whole thing in English.

I guess I should explain. A little. A lot has happened. I suddenly have so many responsibilities, and it’s really hard to keep up with it all. So much has changed in just a few months, I feel like I’m going crazy. I’m keeping secrets from Maman and Papan now, which hurts the most. I can’t tell them, I can’t even tell you, but I’m not used to this. I don’t like lying. I don’t even know why any of this happened in the first place, I want answers and I’m getting radio silence. It sucks. But your letters from 2005 really helped, so thanks. I just got them this past year, which is really weird because I remember that our letters time travel and I feel crazy again. But this is real. Our Bond is real, and maybe writing you will help me remember that. Help me focus a bit.

Anyway, that’s all I can think of right now. I’ll try to write you again sometime this week if I have time. We’ll see.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Unsure Teenager.

—*—*—*—*—*

As soon as Jason finished his letter, pretending he couldn’t feel Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Damian all spying on him from their own spots around the living room, the papers he wrote on shimmered red and vanished. In their place, a piece of tea-colored scrapbook paper with a decorative robin-and-egg border (he would never know how she could be so obliviously on point with the designs she chose), popped into existence. He blinked, snatching it up and looking it over. His eyes widened.

“It’s only from next year,” he said aloud, for the benefit of the nosy assholes sharing the room with him. “That’s the closest any of our letters have been to one another,” and then Jason’s eyes promptly went serious as she actually read what the paper said.

“Jay?” Dick asked after the man had been silent too long. Jason grunted, his eyes briefly shimmering green before he shook it away. He took a few deep breaths, and finally responded by standing up and handing the paper over to them.

“Something happens next year that fucks with her. All of the letters I’ve gotten from her, besides that first one back when I was still Robin, were from before this. 2009 to 2010. I even got a few from last year, not that long ago. She’s always upbeat and happy and never said anything about any concerning things besides some schoolyard bullying. This isn’t at all like her. The tone is off.”

“Well, it’s not like you’ve actually met her yet Jason,” Tim tried to console him, rereading the paper to make sure he didn’t miss anything. “This could be something mundane. A new school, or an issue with friends or something.”

Jason grit his teeth. “It isn’t. I don’t know how I know, but my gut is telling me it’s more than that. B, I want us to keep an eye on Paris. Something big happens next year, I know it.”

Bruce sighed, rubbing his forehead. “Funnily enough, I agree with you. Alfred, can you get up a monitoring system? we’ll keep it automatic until next year actually hits, and then I want someone personally checking up on Paris news at least once a month. Just in case.”

—*—*—*—*—*

It was a year into HawkMoth. Marinette hadn’t written a single letter to Jason, but she kept getting the ones he wrote in 2005. When those ran out, she only had two from 2006 before they suddenly leapt to 2012. She guessed that that was because of the five year gap he had mentioned in his first letter, the infamous cigarette receipt.

She sat in her chair, reading the only two 2012 letters so far, the second of which had conveniently landed on her desk that morning. The first had arrived months ago, but she gave it a reread anyway.

yo, Mari.

I’m sorry I haven't written anything else after that horrible receipt, I was getting my life sorted out. things are better now. I have three annoying brothers, by the way. I told you about Dick, I think, in my early letters. Now I have two younger brothers too, Tim and Damian. Damian is a little shit, but oddly enough I think you’d like him. Oh yeah, I’m writing this in 2012 by the way. And yes, this small notepad paper was all I had. Don’t judge me. I guess I’ll answer some questions, to make up for my lack of letters lately. More up to date than what I told you back when I was a naive little kid anyway.

Yes, I have a motorcycle. It is my baby, and I have no idea how nine-year-old you was able to guess stuff about me so accurately. I am most definitely a bad boy, and I have five different leather jackets that I love to death. I’m trying to quit smoking. It’s bad for your lungs kid, don’t follow my example there. Also, I am so fucking proud of your taste in music. I know I had no sway in it, but the fact that Jagged Stone is your favorite musician instills so much older brother pride in me you don’t even know. My dad (You remember how I said I’m adopted, right? yeah that asshole. Don’t tell him I actually love him, but he’s still an asshole), he grew up with Jagged actually. He still refers to him as Jared, it’s surreal. I will definitely let you ride on my shoulders, even if you’re an adult when we meet. I give no shits. And ice cream is mandatory. Officially. I’m making it mandatory right now.

I hope you’re doing okay when this gets to you, Mari. And keep designing, the sketches you sent me were awesome! That’s some real talent. Don’t let it go to waste if it’s something you love.

Alright, the Doofuses are still staring at me so I better go before one of them snoops and sees the sappy stuff I wrote about them. You are sworn to secrecy about it too, Cupcake. No blabbing.

Jason Todd, Finally Kinda Okay.

Marinette chuckled at that, then put it aside to read the new one from that morning. It was shorter.

Marinette!

I just read your letter from 2013, holy shit let this reach you not long after that. You remember that 2012 letter where I was sappy about my family and shit? I hope you got that one first or else this is gonna be confusing. Anyway, this was written that same day. Are You Okay? If shit gets too bad, for whatever reason, you can always contact me. I know this damn letter thing won’t let me give you a specific way to contact me, not for lack of trying damn it, but I’ll say this: Bruce Wayne isn’t hard to get a hold of. Find a way to contact him if you need my help, and I will be close behind. He knows how to contact me. No matter what, Cupcake. I don’t care if you think you’re being stupid or dramatic or whatever lies run through your head. Contact him if you need it, and I will come to help you. I promise. Being thirteen sucks, trust me I know, so let me help you.

Jason Todd, Worried As Hell.

Marinette huffed, shaking her head. She wanted to take him up on that offer, but she couldn’t. She had just met the Guardian not too long ago, and he had made it clear that she couldn’t tell anybody about being Ladybug. Not even Jason. She needed to deal with this alone.

Scenes of bloated bodies filled her mind, all the people who had died just the previous day because of Siren. She had had to swim through so many corpses. So many dead, of all ages.

She rushed out onto her balcony, taking in deep breaths of fresh air and letting the sun’s rays warm her up and slowly bring her out of the haze of burning memory. She was fourteen already. She could handle this. Her childhood had died the moment she had been given the Earrings, ripped away from her too early. Her old self had died. Now she was Ladybug, she was Marinette Dupain-Cheng and she was responsible for the fate of even more than just Paris. She couldn’t let herself fall. Not now, not ever.

The loud roaring of a motorcycle made her jump, and she ran to her railing just in time to see a gorgeous black and red bike come to a tire-screeching halt on the street right under her. The biker, she could tell he was large and covered head to toe in corded muscle even from her spot high above his head, slowly took off his helmet. Black hair with stark white bangs came into view, and startlingly deep blue eyes met hers. Marinette’s breath hitched; it was him. She could tell, his mere eye contact made her feel safe and warm and like… like home had found her. He gave her a roguish grin.

“Come on, Cupcake! I believe I promised you a shoulder ride and ice cream. And you gotta keep me from beating a certain old man into a bloody pulp!”

He knew. Marinette smiled widely, a laugh tearing itself from her throat. Hysteric, overjoyed, free. He knew, and it was okay. She didn’t even have to tell him. She took a few steps back, and then vaulted straight over her railing.

“Catch!”

Jason threw his helmet to the side, running forward just in time for her to land safely in his arms. He glared down at her, but his eyes held no heat. “That was incredibly reckless. I shouldn't be proud, but I am. Don’t do that ever again.”

Marinette giggled. “No promises.”

Jason set her down, picking up his helmet before opening the storage on his bike and tossing her a smaller, pink one. “Sorry it took so long. I wanted to come last year, as soon as I figured out what had made you send that concerning letter, but I was told that I would be an instant Akuma. But after what happened yesterday…” Jason shook his head solemnly. “I knew you’d need a break. Come on, Gotham actually has some amazing ice cream.”

“How are we gonna get to Gotham right away? how did you..?”

Marinette paused, Jason keeping his motorcycle’s storage open just long enough for her to see his Red Hood helmet.

“We got portals for that,” he responded nonchalantly, nobody was nearby to overhear anyway. Marinette looked up when he closed the storage compartment, putting her helmet on.

“Well. Then I’m glad you actually took my rant on the Gotham vigilantes to heart and used my designs, because your old mask was disgustingly ugly.”

Jason rolled his eyes, and waited until she was behind him on the bike before revving it and replying;

“Trust me, I know your feelings on it. Demon Spawn and Replacement teamed up to steal that letter and made copies. Now one is pinned to the fridge and I spent another several hours cleaning up the ones they posted over every inch of my apartment walls.”

“... I approve.”

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twistedlymad · 5 years ago

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Are you taking requests. Because I have an idea after reading your chapters where the reader became a cat. Why not she turn into a puppy this time, I would love to see divus react since he is base off of Cruella de vil

Actually, I am taking requests!

And to be honest, before writing the Neko!Reader story, I was struggling to choose to write reader as a dog or a cat. Looks like I get to write both!

Thank you for the request!! I hope this story is up to your standards and I hope you have a lovely day!!

Btw, this story will feature third-years since I used second-years in the Neko!Reader story.

What if you became a dog? (Ft. Grim, Ace, Deuce, Leona, Vil, Malleus and Lilia)

It has been a few weeks since your ‘neko’ accident and Grim is still off of his supply of tuna. But due to this accident, you and Grim were faced with extreme supervision whenever you attended Professor Crewel’s class. All your potions were tested before Professor Crewel gave you the permission to use the potions. There was absolutely no space for any errors.

So... With that being said, how did you, ended up as a dog?

Well, it’s pretty simple. You went for a bathroom break during one of Professor Crewel’s classes, so you left Grim in charge of your potion for awhile. The creature read the instructions carefully, trying to not mess up the potion as it would extend his punishment of no tuna even longer. However, he messed up the ingredient amount. Once the creature realized his mistake, he tried to get rid of it before anyone found out. So, he did the one logical thing to do. He threw the entire potion out the window.

You were on your way back from the bathroom, hoping to yourself that Grim was able to handle the potion perfectly, then all of a sudden, you felt something on your head.

Rain? No, the sky was pretty clear.

Water? No, this doesn’t feel like water.

You then used your hand to touch the liquid on your head, bringing the liquid to your eyes to get a good look at what it was. As soon as you did, the cloud appeared again.

“Not agai-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence and you were completely covered by the cloud once again.

“Now, Grim! Yours and (Y/N)’s potion please.” Professor Crewel beckoned Grim to show his potion to him.

“Fgnaaa! Um, well, you see I-”

“Woof!” A (H/C) colored pup appeared at the doorway, chewing onto a stick.

“Woof! Woof!” The pup barked cheerfully.

“What is that? No, who is that?!” Ace exclaimed. Grim looked at the pup with widen eyes.

“Oh no....” The creature said as he rushed to the window where he threw out the potion to see the potion along with your clothes on the floor. Deuce and Ace followed to see the same scene and they looked at Grim and they immediately knew who the (H/C) colored puppy is.

“Grim... What did you do?” Deuce asked while Ace slowly approached you, trying to not scare you for they remembered the ‘neko’ incident all too well. If you were already a runner when you were a cat, they could only imagine your speed if you were a dog.

“I...Uh... Might have miscalculated some ingredients.” Grim said. Deuce could only shake his head at Grim.

“My, what a lovely young little pup this is... “ Professor Crewel appeared beside Ace, peering down at you. Ace could practically feel the menacing aura bouncing off from the professor as he stood beside him.

“Ahh, your fur is so soft.. And what marvelous color coats your body..” The professor had reached out to pet you. You slowly backed away from the professor's touch.

Now, I would be lying if I told you that you were okay with this. You were very uncomfortable. You felt as if you were a prey and the professor was the predator. Ace realized this and quickly scooped you up.

"There there, (Y/N), calm down..." Ace cooed to you and you just snuggled into his arms more, trying to get away from the professor's looks on you.

"Ano, professor, can you make another antidote for (Y/N) again?" Deuce asked the teacher, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Yes, of course I will, in the meantime, please don't lose sight of (Y/N) again." The professor looked at the three first-years.

"Yes, Professor Crewel." They replied in sync.

"Good boys, now I shall get to work on the antidote." The professor said and he mumbled a sentence after. "Even though I don't want to."

"Okay! So what do we do with you?" Ace asked looking at you, and you just barked a response to him.

"I say we don't do anything with her, we just close her in a room and stare at her." Grim suggested. Ace and Deuce looked at him in confusion.

"Looks like you don't have any experience with dogs at all." Deuce said shaking his head.

"I know, we'll just take her back to Ramshackle Dorm and let her run around the yard of the dorm." Ace suggested and Deuce nodded.

"Yeah, she'll get her run and we get to keep an eye on her."

"Sounds like a plan." Grim added.

"Usually it's (Y/N) who makes these plans, looks like she's rubbing off on us." Ace said as they leave the laboratory to get you back to Ramshackle Dorm.

However, on the way back to the dorm, a certain something had caught your eye. It was a tail. Not just any tail though, you had noticed the tail of a certain dorm leader.

So, you jumped out of Ace's arms to go inspect the tail.

"Huh? (Y/N)!! Wait!!" Screams for you to wait were heard, but you didn't care. You were focused on the task you gave yourself, 'to inspect the mysterious tail'.

So there you were, navigating along the hallway with your vision focused on the elusive tail, there was no way you were going to let it out of your sight. Then, the tail took a sharp left turn, and you followed it so. You were immediately met with blazing sunshine for you were in the field of Night Raven College.

"Ah, Leona-san, glad to see you actually arrived for the class today." Vil commented to the lion.

"Ugh... Let's just get over with this so I can go back to sleep." Leona replied with a yawn.

"Alright!! Let's begin today's lesson!!" Vargas (Idk if I should call him a professor or not) said to the third-years. "Let's start with 100 laps around the field!" As soon as this sentence left the teacher's mouth, multiple groans were heard, especially from a certain beauty queen. However this didn't bothered Leona, due to plenty of magical shift practices, he was already used to running long laps around the field and he just wanted his nap so he decided to get it done with as soon as possible.

And there he was, in position, ready to run. His tail was resting on the ground and you took this oppurtunity to inspect said tail. As soon as Vargas had blown his whistle, you pounced on the tail, holding a firm grip to it. So with that, a 'smack' sound was heard and Leona had fallen face first onto the ground. Some laughter was heard from the other third-years.

"Oh.. My? What's this?" Vil said as he saw you playing with Leona's tail.

"What do we have here?" Malleus appeared beside Vil with Lilia not far behind.

"Why... It's a cute little puppy.." Lilia said with a slight smirk on his face. "How adorable."

"Oww..." Leona groaned.

"But, there aren't any dogs on campus, at least, there aren't any dogs who aren't half-human." Vil said.

"You're right, no student nor staff owns a pet dog." Lilia agreed.

You didn't care though, the only thing on your mind was the tail. But shortly after, you felt as if someone was holding your neck as you're being lifted into the air. You let out a slight whimper as you were faced with a slightly annoyed lion.

"Alright, whose (H/C) colored pup is this? You better come out now before I eat'em up." Leona looked at you with menancing eyes.

You however, were not taking any of this so you glared at Leona and barked furiously, trying to bite the lion, also shocking everyone around you.

"Ah, you've upset it." Lilia said as he tried to take you away from the lion. But you were thrashing around, making it super hard for the third-years to seperate you and Leona.

And thanks to the loud barking, Ace, Deuce and Grim heard you and they immediately ran out to the field to see Lilia getting a hold of you while Vil and Malleus were helping Leona.

"A-Ah! Lilia-senpai! Dorm leaders Vil, Malleus and Leona!" Deuce shouted and Lilia turned to look at them.

"Ace? Deuce? Grim? What's wrong?" Lilia said as you were struggling to get out of his grip but you stopped once you saw Ace, Deuce and Grim.

"Can we have that puppy back?" Ace asked.

"Oh, so this puppy was yours?" Leona glared at them. Vil and Malleus had already helped Leona back onto his feet.

"Now, Leona, let's not jump into fights." Vil said to the lion.

"Um... No... Technically, this is (Y/N)." Deuce said, sweatdropping.

"E-Eh? This is (Y/N)?!?" Lilia asked shocked. Leona, Vil and Malleus were looking at you, trying to confirm what they heard was true. No wonder they thought this pup was so...so....adorable!

"Oh, fufufu, this is the first time I've ever seen her this cute." Lilia said, hugging you tighter.

"Ah, let me guess, a spell went wrong?" Malleus asked.

"Or perhaps a potion?" Vil added.

"It was a potion that went wrong, Grim here, miscalculated the ingredient amount needed for the potion. And to not get caught with it, he threw the entire potion out the window." Ace explained.

"And it landed on (Y/N)." Deuce continued. Malleus and Vil had to restrain themselves from laughing while Lilia was already laughing madly.

"The coincidence is uncanny! Hahahaha! But anyway, here you go, take her to Crewel immediately." Lilia handed you over to Deuce.

"Yes, senpai." The first-years nodded and head back to the lab.

"Well, it was fun while it lasted, never knew she could be so cute." Vil said to himself.

"Let's just hope Crewel doesn't decide to try anything with her." Leona said, for he knew what the professor would do to animals like him, especially if it's a dog.

You arrive safely back in the lab and the professor was already there waiting for you. He reluctantly gave you the antidote and you were turned back to normal. The professor then walked away muttering something about soft fur and nice color.

"What happened?" You asked.

"Well, instead of becoming a cat again, you became a dog." Ace started.

"Ahh, did I now?" You slowly turned your head to look at Grim with a smile on your face.

"F-Fgnnaaa!" Grim exclaimed as he saw your eyes staring into his soul. You then gave him a closed-eye smile.

"Grim."

"Y-Yes?"

"No tuna for another month."

"FGNAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

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rimalovegood · 4 years ago

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Pokemon AU: The Seven Brothers as Pokemon trainers

A few years ago I made a similar set of headcanon’s for the MysMe characters and what kind of team they’d had if they were pokemon trainer and to this day it’s one of my favorite things I’ve written so I decided to do something similar for the Obey Me! characters.

(Since Tumblr hates links I’ll later reblog this with the source I used for the trainer ID’s but the Deviantart user is on each picture anyways)

Elite four member Lucifer wants to fight…

-The last and most powerful member of the Elite four, if you want to challenge Diavolo you have to very literally go through him and he has a team to be feared.

-Hydreigon and Houndoom are loosely based on Cerberus so I think they fit him very well, also they are known to be very aggressive when defied, just like Lucifer.

-Oricorio was a gift from Diavolo, he was really exicited about the idea of having matching pokemon with Lucifer and Barbatos and he chose the sensu form because it’s elegancy reminded him of Lucifer.

-Speaking of elegancy Persian and Tsareena are elegant royalty-like pokemon that give a prideful aura which fits Lucifer pretty well.

-Salamence it’s a little more difficult to explain. For this headcanon I asked friends that are pokemon fans but know nothing about otomes which pokemon reminded them of the deathly sins and the answer for pride was Salamence… at first I didn’t see it but the earlier stages of Salamence’s only wish it’s flying so on their final stage when it finally can fly there are proud of their wings. Also I can see Lucifer Salamence as reminder of his grief, a pokemon who left the ground and went into the sky for the angel that fell from there.

Elite four member Mammon wants to fight…

-he thinks being an Elite Four member is too much work but is also very proud of being one of the top trainers of the Devildom... just a little salty about being the first member thought; he knows he cannot beat Lucifer or Barbatos but surely he can beat Simeon, can’t he? (no, he can’t)

-His ace, Crobat is based a lot on how he is defined as a character. Zubat is a pokemon that’s usually looked down on and is often associated with evil teams but how does it evolves to Crobat and becomes it’s most powerful self? Throught friendship…and idk that reminds me a lot of Mammon.

-Sableye and Meowth are based on his sin. Sableye is known for tealing jewel (a very good companion for the avatar of greed) and Meowth is supposed to attract money.

-We all know this guy is a gambler and nobody can beat him at gambling, well, what’s the biggest prize you can get on pokemon casino on the older games? Yes, Porygon.

-Slowbro ended up on his team somewhat by accident, Mammon heard slowpoke tails were considered a delicatessen and not only that they grew back afterwards so he saw having one as a good investment….the problem was that just after he caught his slowpoke a Shellder attacked them and bit Slowpoke’s tail making it evolve into Slowbro.

-Scrafty has a similar aesthetic and it’s quick to get into fights, I figured out it would go well with Mammon.

Gym Leader Leviathan wants to fight…

-The water type gym leader, he is famous for the complex riddles every challenger must answer before even getting the chance to fight him.

-Has an old rivalry with Mammon and low key believes he should be on the elite four on his place

- As you might have guessed Seviper and Goldeen are inspired on Henry 1.0 and 2.0; he loves all his team but these two are the ones he had had for the longest and his favorites.

-Toxapex is basically Levi in pokemon form, a water/poison pokemon that when threatened hides on their shell and sends poison around, much like how Levi hides from the world on his room and acts all tsundere.

-For Levi raising one of the weakest pokemon into Gyarados was like farming on one of his MMORPGs and as he would do on one of those he completely outdid himself to the point it became his most powerful pokemon and the one every trainer fears whenever they enter his gym.

- Both Skrelp and Tentacruel are poison and water types and fit his character aesthetic pretty well (If you guessed the other reason why I chose Tentacruel you are reading too much Levi fancfiction….And I’m too)

Gym Leader Satan wants to fight…

-The leader of the Psychic type gym. His gym is themed around an escape room and only the ones who can solve the mystery can challenge the leader.

-Before becoming a gym leader he traveled through a lot of regions learning all he could about pokemon so his team includes species he caught on a bunch of different places.

-the psychic type is often associated with intelligence and knowledge so I think it fits him well.

-There is no much to say about Galarian rapidash, it’s a psychic unicorn. He had to have one.

-Alakazam is known to be more intelligent than humans, a fitting partner for someone who believes knowledge is power

-Grumpig and Darmanitan are inspired on his sin. Grumpig has very powerful psychic power that he unleash upon angered and Darmanitan is a very calm pokemon when he is on zen mode but unleash all his wrath when it goes into blaze mode.

-Satan it’s not only book smart, he is also an adventurer so of course he’d feel attracted to the mysterious Sigilyph usually found on ancient ruins and inspired on the Nazca lines.

-the last member of the team was a little more difficult to pick. Gallade is basically a white knight which is a weird thing to call a demon but if there is one that can act as one that’s Satan

Gym Leader Asmodeus wants to fight…

-Fairy type gym leader, he is also part time a contest trainer and he is really good at it.

-of course he only surrounds himself by pokemon as beautiful as himself.

-Asmo’s personality is based on the duality between his sweet and beautiful exterior and his darker side he keeps well hidden. Most of his pokemon show this but particularly Mimikyu, a pokemon that in its desire to be loved takes the appearance of the famous Pikachu.

-Hatterene just like Asmo has power over people’s feelings and on it’s design it reminds me so much of Asmo I had to make it his ace.

-Aromatisse is a pokemon based on perfume, cancan dancers and plague doctors. It likes being the center of attention as much as Asmo, so they’d get along well

-Shiinotic, Mawile and Gliscor represent his most dangerous side, not for nothing his animal is an scorpion. Both Shiinotic and Mawile are pokemon that are beautiful to look at but if you get too close you’d get either poisoned or biten…and well, Gligar is a literal scorpion (Sorry, the plot doesn’t give us much to work wih on this side, Asmo’s content tent to focus on his more “look I’m beautiful” side)

Gym Leader Beelzebub wants to fight…

-Normal type gym leader

-His team just like him looks bulky but they are a bunch of sweethearts.

-Tauros was inspired on his horns and the way he barrels like a bull when angered

-I know Greedent literally had greed on the name but it represents his gluttony as Greedent is known for hoarding and eating all food available.

-Munchlax had a similar reason behind, they eat a lot but are also very active. Much like Beel.

-Beel caught a little Teddyursa when younger because he thought it was cute and he loved seeing the little bear napping along Belphie. As they trained and grew stronger Teddyursa evolved on his most powerful pokemon, Ursaring.

-Miltank was a gift from Belphie, the younger twin figured Beel would enjoy having a limitless fountain of food with him.

-Cutiefly, I know this one doesn’t like it belongs on the team but it’s a cutie and a fly so I have to give one to Beel.

Gym Leader Belphegor wants to fight…

-Dark type gym leader (you all know why)

-Komala lives all its life asleep hugging a log like it’s a pillow, if that doesn’t scream Belphie I don’t know what.

-Musharna is a pokemon that’s said to bring good dreams, the same way Belphie got Miltank for Beel, Beel caught Musharna to take care of Belphie.

-Zoroark and Liepard are known for being tricksters and liars, much like Belphie enjoys pranking Lucifer and on the beginning hides his true nature from the MC. Inkay was chosen for a very similar reason he is a cute squid but has the potential to turn into the very dangerous Malamar.

-I’m going to get angsty and spoiler-ry on this one so consider yourself warned. Absol is believed to attract disaster and misery just like Belphie blames himself for what happened to Lilith and avoids peolple because of his guilt to the point he ends up causing real misery when he killed MC.

The undatebles coming soon...

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bonesaldente · 4 years ago

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Caliginous I Darth Maul x Reader

Chapter 13: The Invasion of Naboo

ao3

previous chapter

chapter overview

warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, little bit of biting otherwise no real kinks and I tried to refrain from using overly vulgar language

Disclaimer: please remember that this is fiction, and that you should always use protection when having sex and that you also probably shouldn’t bite unless you asked your partner beforehand idk man you get the idea

ALSO: long chapter ahead, I’m not sorry

words: ~4000

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Nervously, you pace back and forth in front of the spaceship. Maul has been gone for well over fifteen minutes now, which in and by itself would be no cause for worry - the starship you’ve seen take off from his direction, however, is to be taken as a bad sign.

Something went wrong.

You can’t even get yourself to be annoyed by the heat, all that’s on your mind is Maul’s absence. What if he got injured? What if he is hurt and unable to get back to you, bleeding out somewhere in the desert? Or if the Jedi took him with them? What if, and you shudder at the thought, just now was the last time you saw him?

You flop down onto the ramp, hugging your knees while your fingers start to fiddle with a knife, spinning it - it’s an anxious habit that you’ve had for years, but ever since you were in Maul’s company you dropped it.

But now that he is gone, the urge to do it is right back, proving to you what you always suspected; Your biggest fear is of being alone.

You slowly sway back and forth, still holding on to your own legs tightly, anchoring yourself in the present.

‘He’ll come back’

You repeat it in your head as if saying it would make it true, as if your sheer willpower would be enough to bring him to you right now.

A quickly approaching sound makes your head snap up from where it was buried behind your knees. There, on his speeder, is Maul. Unscathed.

The breath you release feels heavier than any boulder could ever be.

“You’re alive.” You rasp as he steps off the vehicle.

“They got away.” He is fuming, you can tell that in his mind, he is replaying everything that happened, where he went wrong.

“I thought they hurt you. I saw the ship take off and -”

“I wasn’t good enough,” He is shaking his head, face twisted in pain. “They escaped because I failed!”

“You’re alive,” You repeat, insistently, though you know it offers little comfort to him. “You’ll get another chance.”

“This was supposed to be my chance. I was meant to take them out today, but I was too weak, I-”

“Cut it out!” You snap. It would be borderline comical how offended he looks, if it weren’t for the seriousness of the situation. “You’re single handedly the best, most dangerous fighter I’ve ever encountered. They got away because they got lucky and there is no point in trying to blame yourself, because it won’t change a thing. Next time, things will go differently.” While you were talking you walked up to him, so that now, you’re close enough to rest a hand against his cheek.

His eyes are wide with astonishment, then they flutter shut as he takes a deep breath, leaning into the touch.

“They won’t escape next time,” he mumbles into your hand.

“No, they won’t,” you whisper back.

The familiar hum of the engine does little to relax you. You’ve given up on sleeping by now, and are just waiting for Maul to finish his call with his master, while your legs lean against the wall and your head hangs upside down from the edge of the bed.

You wouldn’t want to be in Maul’s shoes now - having to tell his master that he failed to kill the Jedi. Actually, you wouldn't want to be in his shoes in the first place; being an apprentice to Sidious seems dreadful enough.

The two of you took off only a few hours after the Jedi left, and as soon as you left the atmosphere, Maul contacted his master. He’s been talking to him in the cockpit ever since, for at least ten minutes now.

The lift doors opening makes you peer to the right, still upside down.

“We are heading- What are you doing?” He looks slightly perplexed.

“I don’t really know,” you admit, stretching out your arms to meet the floor and swiftly rolling off the bed to look at him from a standing position.

“Where are we headed?”

“Naboo. The Trade Federation is taking complete control of the planet and my master foresees that their queen will return there soon. For the time being, we will stay in the palace in Theed.”

“The palace?” You raise your eyebrows. “Not bad. Haven’t slept in a proper bed in forever.”

The corner of his mouth twitches. “It will certainly be a pleasant change.”

You wonder if you will share a room. You would like to. Are you two at that stage yet? What’s considered a ‘bed-sharing’ stage? You wouldn’t know, and you doubt it’s something that Sidious taught Maul.

Guess you will just have to let it surprise you when you’re there.

You have to admit; Naboo does have its charm. From what you can see flying over the planet, there’s big lakes, torrential rivers and green forests as far as the eye can see. The settlements you have seen so far all looked small, but far from poor.

You almost feel sorry you’re partaking in the plot to take over their system. Almost.

The capital, Theed, tops it all off. Even you, uncultured as you are, are able to admire the stunning architecture as you close in on the landing platform, but your attention is quickly stolen by the two figures you can make out walking towards the ship, escorted by a group of battle droids.

“The viceroy, and his lieutenant,” Maul utters, still maneuvering the ship for the landing.

“So, on a scale from one to ten, how nice do we need to be to them?”

Maul snorts.

“Let’s put it this way: They need us more than we need them.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

You can feel their eyes on you as the ramp descends, and you don’t need the force to know that they are scared; their postures give it away.

Both you and Maul have got your hoods on, and you hope it will be effective in keeping an air of mystery around you: You have no interest in anyone getting the idea that you are at least a little bit approachable - all of these dirty politicians can stay away from you. Most likely, Maul’s mere presence should accomplish that, but you still like to make your own impression on them.

“Lord Maul, it is our honor to have you here.” Nute Gunray speaks a heavily Neimoidian accented Basic, that is the first thing you notice. The second thing is the way he holds himself; basically cowering before Maul, his whole body language speaking of submission. It is not the appearance of a leader, in your opinion. But, then again, what do you know about politics?

Their gazes are lingering on you, before Gunray resumes speaking.

“We were unaware that you would bring company. Should we prepare another room- ”

“That won’t be necessary,” Maul brushes him off in a dark tone that allows no questions.

“Very well, my Lord.”

So you are at the ‘bed-sharing’ stage. That’s good to know.

Maul sets a fast pace to the end of the landing platform, and it’s entertaining to watch the two Neimoidians struggle to keep up with him despite their much longer legs (their fancy robes are holding them up).

They lead you inside to a lavish conference room, where they start briefing Maul on the situation of the planet. Time and time again you feel Gunray stare at you, his unspoken question up in the air: Is this woman to be trusted?

You just stare right back, almost daring him to voice his concern out loud and see what happens.

He doesn’t.

You have yet to say a single word, but the Neimoidian’s constant looks your way start to annoy you.

“Is there something you’d like to say, Viceroy?” You snap.

The man flinches visibly.

“Respectfully, madam, who are you?” He finally asks.

Good question.

‘Well I used to be a contract killer, but now I work for Lord Sidious and occasionally make out with his apprentice,’ may not be an appropriate answer.

Maul shoots you an amused glance that goes unnoticed by the others and speaks up for you.

“We work together.”

‘Oh, is that what it is?’, you think.

You didn’t expect to hear his voice in your head again, so his reply surprises you.

‘You’re feisty today.’ The corner of his mouth twitches subtly.

Gunray seems to take the hint to not push the matter any further, and continues to explain their moves against local resistance to the invasion. None of it is of much interest to you, so for the next hour or so, you mostly tune out, only listening up whenever the queen and her Jedi protectors are mentioned.

Finally, they seem to wrap it up.

“A droid will show you to your quarters.” The Neimoidian tilts his head as a sign of respect before retreating.

A silver service droid awaits you at the door and starts leading you and Maul through the palace with a low speed that you otherwise would have been irritated by, but it gives you a chance to appreciate your surroundings, so you’re okay with it.

The sun is setting outside, and its rays illuminate the high corridors gently, painting every wall in gold. The setting gives the place an almost magical aura, and it's easy to be entranced by the ceiling-high paintings and statues of queens long gone.

The droid slows to a halt before a large wooden door, its metal torso awkwardly bowing to you before it turns around and leaves you.

The room that’s been designated to you is vast and extravagant, equipped with an ornamented desk in front of a high window, right next to a balcony with a view over the waterfalls that fall from the palace into a lake. A large table that could very well fit over ten people is decorated with an intricately embroidered tablecloth (though you’re not quite sure why anyone would want that many people in what is basically their bedroom).

A door to your left leads to a bigger refresher than you’ve ever been in your entire life, and to your right- Well, to your right, there’s the bed.

It looks more luxurious and comfortable than anything you’ve ever owned. Never have you slept in a bed that allowed you to spread out your arms all the way, and you’ve most certainly never slept on a mattress that even from afar looks this soft.

It makes you wonder how weirdly your life has changed.

“To your liking?”

Maul’s smooth voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you hum in approval, though your mind is not quite at ease yet.

“So the plan remains unchanged? You take the Jedi on by yourself the next time we encounter them?” You burst out, unable to contain the conflict inside you anymore.

“Nothing has changed. If it weren’t for their luck, I would have killed them already.” He sounds grim.

You grimace. “Waiting for you to come back on Tatooine was a nightmare, Maul. I thought you got hurt or worse and… I’m not sure I can do it again.”

“I won’t get hurt,” he says insistently.

You throw up your hands in exasperation.

“That’s easy for you to say! But when you’re out there, things happen so fast. And…” your voice becomes a little more timid. “isn’t my purpose kind of to … support you?”

“Your purpose,” he draws out the word as if it were an insult, “is to live. And when you’re there with the Jedi, I can’t ensure that.”

“Fine. Whatever,” you huff, still not content.

“You understand this is to your protection, right?” Maul takes a few steps toward you. “If you got hurt, I… I don’t know what I’d do.”

“Technically,” you give him a sheepish smile, “I’ve gotten hurt on multiple occasions already.”

Shaking his head at you, he retorts: “You know what I mean.”

He is close enough now to extend his hand and brush his knuckles against your cheek. Despite your desperate attempts to stay angry, you can’t help but lean into the touch.

“I knowwhat you’re capable of,” he whispers, crossing what little space there is left between the two of you. “But I worry.”

“You think I don’t?” Your retaliation sounds as weak as your resolution is.

“You shouldn’t.” He leans in to kiss you, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer.

The feeling of his lips on yours makes you forget about the argument, forget about the approaching threat and all other problems. Slinging one arm around his neck, you try to elongate this moment, wishing you could stay like this forever and just ignore all your responsibilities. Your other hand flies up to the back of his head, moving around a bit before settling around a perfectly curved horn, your thumb circling around the base absentmindedly. You aren’t even aware of what you’re doing until the feeling of Maul’s lips changes, the tiniest of moans falling from them. Your eyes open in surprise, just barely catching the way his eyelids flutter in pleasure. Unintentionally, you freeze your movements, causing him to snap out of the haze, his eyes giving away his own surprise at the reaction to the touch.

Before he can say anything, you start rubbing the base again, all the while keeping eye contact, curiously watching for his response to your little experiment.

Canines flash as he bites his lip, seemingly trying to suppress any more unintentional noises. His breaths, short and ragged, fan over your face as he stares down at you with half-lidded eyes.

Your own breath catches in your throat at the sudden turn from romantic to sexual, making you painfully aware of the aching need you have felt for so many rotations now.

Maul leans in again, lips brushing over your ear, whispering:

“If you keep doing this, I may not be able to control myself much longer.”

You are trembling with anticipation, your own breaths getting shallow. “I’ll take that risk.”

His lips are back on yours in a heartbeat, the kiss filled with desire and need this time. His hands move from your back to the front of your body, applying just enough pressure to make you take a few steps back, until you are met with the wooden frame of the bed. Another gentle push sends you falling onto the mattress that you were fantasizing about just minutes ago.

You barely have time to lament the absence of his touch when he is already on top of you, lips attaching to your exposed neck while he uses one hand to hold himself up, the other digging into your hip. Hot fingers slip under your black undershirt, pushing it up and over your head, forcing him to briefly disconnect from your bare skin, only to return with even more determination as he starts sucking and leaving his mark on you.

This has been a long time coming and neither of you is willing to wait a second longer.

You bring your hand up to tug at the black robe that is still hiding his muscular body from your view, him taking the hint and taking it off at a supernatural speed, finally allowing you to admire the tattooed skin.

Your hand comes in contact with the hot skin on his chest, travelling down to feel each muscle rippling under it, while invisible hands pull on your already loosely fitting pants, getting them off without a problem. Very real and beautifully masculine hands work on ridding you of the thin strip of fabric covering up your breasts.

He takes a moment to let his eyes take in your now very sparsely clothed form, eyes lingering longer in some places than others. You are feeling a deep need you’ve never experienced before, writhing underneath him, desperate for him to just touch you again.

“How curious,” he remarks.

“What?” You ask, your voice breathy.

“A woman of so many skills,” he muses, “yet a novice here.” Your cheeks redden at his notice of your sexual inexperience.

“It’s never been -oh” You are interrupted by an involuntary gasp as his hand cups your breast, fingers circling around the nipple while he tilts his head, waiting for you to finish the sentence. “It’s never been a priority,” you struggle to form the words, but it’s the truth: Relationships were forbidden and you have never had much interest in going home with some Kessel dirtbag.

This is different, and already much better than you could have imagined.

“Do not worry, pretty girl,” his voice is close to your ear as he bows down. “I’ll take good care of you”

Goosebumps rise on your skin despite the heat you’re feeling as his hand trails down your side, his mouth right above your collarbone, nibbling and sucking and definitely leaving another well visible mark on you. The action, combined with the touch on your breast, elicits a delicate moan from you, a sound so intimate and sexual you never thought you could make.

His mouth dips lower, tongue replacing his fingers on your breast, while one hand disappears inside your panties. One finger drags between your folds, spreading the slickness over his digit and making you gasp at the foreign touch, then proceeding by circling his thumb right over your most sensitive spot.

Finally he inserts one finger into you, moving it in and out slowly, testingly. The sensation has you electrified with pleasure, inhaling sharply.

He looks up to you to watch for your reaction when he adds a second finger, curling them inside of you, letting out a satisfied hum when another gasp escapes your lips, while he makes quick work of ripping your panties off of you entirely, before suddenly depriving you of his wondrous fingers inside you, causing you to whimper.

“Why did you sto-“ Your jaw falls slack as unexpectedly, his face is between your thighs, his incredibly hot tongue going straight to licking a generous stripe up from your opening to the sensitive bundle of nerves, where it starts doing a circular motion, waves of pleasure making you fist the sheets beside you, and you can no longer fight the sounds coming from your mouth. You moan loudly, immediately clasping a hand over your lips to silence the sinful sound.

A guttural growl comes from the zabrak who snatches your wrist and presses it back against the mattress while his other hand grips tightly on your thigh. “Let me hear you.”

You become a moaning mess, gasping and twitching while his tongue is working you, applying pressure to your clit and occasionally going lower to plunge into you.

“Oh, Maul, I -ah- I’m gonna” A high whimper interrupts you as the feeling of an oncoming release makes your back arch involuntarily. You feel like you need to move, do something or hold on to something as your orgasm finally takes over your body, starting with a tingle in your toes and ending with hoarse moans in your throat, specks of white appearing in your field of vision.

His tongue doesn’t relent while your body shutters, letting the feeling of ecstasy wash over you while he is still sucking and lapping at your sex.

Your muscles relax and your body collapses back onto the mattress, still in a sort of trance after your climax.

Maul pushes himself up to sit back between your legs, scanning your nude body with hungry eyes, your heaving chest, flushed cheeks, ruffled hair -

His lips collide with yours once more when he moves back up, the taste of you on his tongue and one hand tugging down his black pants.

Despite your quickly recovering arousal, combined with the post orgasm haze, your brain still manages to conjure up one thought:

‘Are our anatomies compatible?’ After all, you’re human and he is a zabrak- Who knows what reproduction looks like with them?

His chuckle shows you that he has been listening to your thoughts again, and you don’t mind. Voice close to a purr, he responds.

“Oh, I’ll show you how compatible they are, my sweet.”

He has completely ridded himself of all clothing now, and he is a sight to behold; black tattoos spanning over toned muscles, not a single body hair and maker-

He is going to split you in half.

Arms braced on either side of your head, he lowers himself onto you until you feel his tip grazing your still sensitive core.

Automatically, you wrap your arms around his neck that is still hovering above you, partly to hold on to him, partly to pull him closer.

Slowly, and with such care one could think you are made of glass, he enters you. At first just the head, then a little bit further, a groan falling from his lips. Your head lolls to the side.

“This okay?” His voice sounds uncharacteristically throaty.

“Yeah” you whisper, wanting more despite the sting of being stretched out like this - lust has replaced any and every thought you could have.

You whimper when he pushes himself in deeper, filling you up until the skin of his hip touches yours. Head thrown back, you feel like you’re drowning in the sensation of being filled up to the brim, pleasure overwhelming your senses. He stills, allowing you to adjust, before he slowly starts moving again, one hand sliding down to hold your hips in place, as he fills you up again and again. Your moans become higher pitched when his tip hits such a wondrous spot inside of you that leaves your toes tingling and all bad thoughts and worries disappear from your mind. You catch yourself losing all awareness of the present, your entire focus on the coil inside you that’s getting closer and closer to unwinding.

All of a sudden he pulls out all the way and grabs your hips, flipping you onto your stomach, but keeping his hands in place and holding your hips in the air, knocking the air out of your lungs by thrusting from behind now, going faster, deeper, and now letting himself let out quiet moans of his own. One hand moves up and down your arched back in an almost soothing manner, and you are getting closer and closer to giving in to the crash wave of euphoria lurking in a corner of your mind.

You hardly even register that he is hooking an arm around your torso until your back is pulled flush against his chest and his body heat is enveloping you while your moans become more ragged and desperate as you close in on your second orgasm.

You can’t form the words to tell him, but you know he can sense it too, because his thrusts pick up speed and his own breathing is growing more erratic.

Your high is reached with a broken cry, a shockwave of pleasure shaking your body and making you tighten around Maul, in turn causing him to pull you even closer, if possible, and bite down on your shoulder, sharp incisors drawing a little blood but somehow only adding to your pleasure, while you - worn out and almost overstimulated - go limp, only held up by his steel grip on your torso and thigh, being shaken by every fast-paced thrust.

“Shit, where do- can I-“

“Yeah,” you’re completely out of breath, but your permission is quickly acknowledged.

He twitches inside of you, then hot liquid fills you up, testimony of his own orgasm. He still ruts his hips into yours two, three more times to ride out his high, before pulling out and allowing your tired body to fall back onto the mattress, collapsing right next to you himself.

For a few minutes, only the sound of your mixed breaths fill the room.

Then, tentatively, one strong arm is draped over your still nude form, pulling you against his warm chest. From behind you, you can feel his breath catch in his throat as he freezes, then proceeds to wipe his thumb over the place where he bit down, catching the small droplet of blood.

“I hurt you,” he states, shock and worry resonating in his voice.

“You didn’t. Really, I didn’t mind,” your words are laced with sleepiness, the heat his body is radiating making you feel safe and comfortable.

“I didn’t mean to hurt-“

You shift, turning to face him, or rather his chest from your position. Angling your head upwards, you do your best to look into his eyes.

“You didn’t hurt me. Stop worrying.”

He breathes out slowly, cradling your head with one hand and pulling it closer to his chest. Your legs entangle, and the position feels so natural, so right, that your mind just relaxes completely for the first time in months, in years.

The last thing you know is the sensation of Maul’s hand softly stroking your hair, then sleep takes over your body.

It’s warm.

Maul’s naturally higher body heat feels like a furnace when you wake up in the middle of the night, not used to sleeping for longer periods of time - Kessel used to have shorter days due to the speed of its rotations, so sleeping for one night only really meant sleeping five to six hours.

You are almost still in the same position that you fell asleep in, except for now, a very low rumble right where your head lies on his chest accompanies the silence. It’s a sound akin to … purring?

You hold your breath to take in the sound, and come to the conclusion that your zabrak lover indeed is purring in his sleep. Warmth blossoms in your chest at his response to just being… content. And to think you could have contributed to that state?

Needless to say, the purr feels like the most beautiful, sweet melody that has ever met your ears.

As carefully as you can, you untangle yourself from his embrace and pad over to the refresher, collecting your underwear on the way.

The woman you find staring back at you through the mirror looks… strange.

Your cheeks are an unusual rosy color, your usually tied up hair is ruffled and maker, you are covered in so many more hickeys than you remember him leaving during the act. There’s also a very visible bite mark on your shoulder that brings back the memory of the very moment that Maul reached his release and created the mark you are looking at right now. The tiny hairs on your arm stand up as you recall the feeling of him coming inside you, that moment of the deepest intimacy imaginable.

Both of you had been so wiped out afterwards that you didn’t really bother cleaning up, but now you decide it’s time for you to wash off the sticky substance that’s been leaking out between your legs.

The shower, too, is more spacious than the entire refresher in your old apartment on Kessel was, and you don’t even have to wait for the water to run hot. Besides that, you’re pretty sure it won’t suddenly switch from almost boiling hot to ice cold, which is definitely a plus.

You start washing yourself with one of the many soaps aligned on the shelf, enjoying the way it has an actually nice smell as opposed to your go-to soap that really only smelled… clean?

Perhaps you’ll swipe this one before you leave.

You haven’t even gotten to soap yourself up completely, when you hear the door open and close, followed by footsteps heading towards you, but it’s only when a gentle hand touches your back that you turn your head to greet your sleepy lover.

“Did I wake you up?”

He shakes his head in response, then mumbles: “I don’t usually sleep long.”

Still standing behind you, crimson hands slide down your arms to find your fingers, scooping up the soap and very carefully starting to spread it over your body, starting on the tattoos on your stomach and moving on to your sides, slowly drawing circles upward. His chin rests on your shoulder while his hands find your backside, moving lower again and snarking back around to your front, this time dipping further down and spreading the soap on the inside of your thighs, washing his own release off your skin.

The entire act is more domestic than sexual in its nature, but you can’t cover up the way your breath hitches a little when his hand travels just a bit further up, barely grazing your core.

“Oh?” He sounds much more awake suddenly, as well as more mischievous. “Should I keep going?”

“Please,” you breathe out. Your voice is barely audible over the noise of the water running, but he must have heard you because his arm pulls you closer to his chest and his other hand returns right where you want it, using his palm to apply slight pressure, then beginning to rub small and sensual circles.

Your head rolls back onto his shoulder as you allow yourself to be immersed in the pleasure, eyes falling closed when you sigh in bliss. The hot water makes the sensation spread through your entire being, one gratified moan escaping your lips when he finds the motion that has your knees give in and your toes curl.

“Ah, like that,” You are hardly even holding yourself up anymore, blindly reaching behind you to hold on to his neck for leverage.

Faster than ever, you feel your orgasm boil up in your belly while he just keeps on relentlessly rubbing your clit in the most pleasurable way, as if he was so in tune with your body that he knows what your specific, individual preferences are.

Maybe it’s a force thing.

Whatever it is, it’s working.

You open your eyes just as the high hits you, filling them with raw feelings, hips grinding against his hand while at the same time trying to push yourself closer against him.

His yellow eyes are still half lidded while he watches your entire body quiver in his embrace before your muscles relax again and you slouch against his chest, breathing heavily.

“I’ll leave you to finish in here now,” Carefully, he peels his arms from your form, setting them on your hips to steady you before eventually exiting the shower.

You lean against the wall, closing your eyes with the water running over your face and exhale slowly.

After tonight, there is one thing you are sure of: You trust Maul. You trust him to protect you, you trust him to see you in such a vulnerable state, and you would walk into a battle blindfolded if he told you that was necessary.

The realization is not as much a surprise as it is an understanding. You aren’t in love with him.

You love him.

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notes: I have sinned,,,, but I don’t care cause I’m a heathen 😗✌🏻 literally though, writing this was so hard because i kept on zoning out lmao I don’t know if you can tell, but that last part was originally meant to be part of the next chapter, but I decided to add it to this one because I had the feeling it wouldn’t fit the general mood of the next one. hope you enjoyed this <3

@princessayveke @spaghetti-666 @noiralei @secretnerd00 @bagpipes606 @zabrak-show

#darth maul #maul #darth maul x reader #maul x reader #star wars x you #star wars fanfiction #darth maul x you #sith

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cmllnc · 5 years ago

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Since you tagged Ushijima, maybe some headcanons for him with an s/o that is the total opposite of him? Like very bubbly and easily excited for all kinds of stuff!

Wakatoshi Ushijima with a bubbly s/o

At first he doesn't understand you at all. Why do you get excited for so little?

He's like a giant child, he's confused, especially since seeing you always cheerful somehow warms his heart.

He is even more confused when he realizes the feeling that you provoke him with your constant cheerfulness and sweetness.

Of course he asks Tendou for help

And Tendou starts making fun of him

"Wakatoshi-kun is in love! He's in love with (y/n)"

Obviously having told pretty much whoever passed by him, you found out too.

A guy like Ushijima doesn't go unnoticed, and you felt something for him. Attracted by his aura of seriousness and mystery.

Thanks to the stupidity and obviousness of the guessing monster, you begin to date.

Gradually the captain begins to understand what puts so much joy on your lips and eyes and the desire to taste himself that cheerfulness makes him tempt the gamble during one of your dates.

You're holding hands while you're walking. You denote everything that has a trace of color, whether it's a flower or a butterfly, whether it's a cute puppy with the master, that you obviously lean down to caress, inviting Ushijima to do the same.

As you point your finger at the umpteenth thing, he also takes your other hand and bends over to leave you a kiss on the lips.

"I wanted to taste your joy"

Turns out Ushijima isn't serious and mysterious. He's just naive and genuine, oblivious to what's outside the gym, beyond volleyball. And you love it. You love him.

You love the way he gets surprised when you explain to him how you feel when you're in his company, when you go out together or when you even decide to just stay in the dorm and watch some program while you hug each other.

As you notice the tips of his ears turn red, you smile, but you blush yourself when he tries to explain you, albeit in difficulty, how he feels towards you.

"You're a simple person, you like everything, you love everything. And... And I love the way you laugh and act for everything. You understand? I don't know why my heart beats so hard when I see you or why I feel a squeeze on my stomach when you leave. I just know I like being with you and please keep being what you are."

You start tearing, not many like people as extroverted or as sweet and cheerful as you. Hearing those words from someone like him fills your heart with joy and makes you feel appreciated.

You kiss him.

"I wanted to taste your joy."

Idk if this is what you wanted, hope you like it🥺🥺❤️❤️

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#ushijima #haikyuu ushijima #hq #hq ushijima #shiratorizawa #ushijima wakatoshi

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robot-unicorn-attack · 5 years ago

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alicia’s plotting ideas/notes??

SNOW (MARIVANA)

ideas & stuff!! feel free to message me either here or on urstyle or wherever else u have me, or comment directly on this post, to plot! ill put finalized notes w/ rest of snow’s info once we have it down :)

Sky - so since seraphina’s a newer racer, she and marivana don’t know each other super well? but they’re almost complete opposites, in terms of like racing specialties, and marivana doesn’t feel threatened by seraphina in any way. she probably keeps her distance whenever they aren’t doing things their agency has sent them on?

It would be kind of fun to say that maybe, as a publicity stunt, twilight’s official statement is that snow has been mentoring sky behind the scenes?

and they have to pretend that’s true, even though it’s not lol

LOL but it would be funny if one day marivana showed up at the track while seraphina was doing stuff and was just like, “so twilight wants me to teach you something that makes it look like i’ve actually been helping u. u free atm?”

but overall I don’t think marivana has too many strong opinions about seraphina, unless we want to create some kind of drama?

Ice - premade; tbd

Supernova - Marivana is…pretty indifferent? when it comes to Supernova. She knows who she is and what she’s done, of course-who doesn’t?-but if you think that she’d be starstruck and/or falling over herself when Supernova’s around her…well, you’d be wrong. Marivana’s had multiple trusted parties tell her that she’s just as good as Supernova was, at her peak, so she knows that she’s not a threat-for now, at least. Marivana’s a bit wary of the other racer, but also a bit curious to see as to where this comeback will lead.

So, depending on how much of the wedding and divorce was public....Marivana def would remember 1) the wedding, and 2) not giving a shit about it

The 2 of them have raced together, right at the very beginning of Marivana’s career? like 10+ years ago? and if As even remembers all that girly snow princess stuff, she could be like “lmao so twilight really pulled a 180 on her”

AHHHH so I know I never made this explicitly clear because I suck as a human being but - the deal with unicorns is that agencies/manufacturers/etc say that they’re just robots? agencies probably actually believe it, but in terms of the manufacturers they might be vaguely aware of otherwise but also don’t want to jeopardize any profits so they keep that shit on the DL

but obviously for ppl like Mari/As who have been riding for p much their entire life, they can tell when horses are distressed, happy/content, etc?

and robot unicorns are basically horses in terms of how sentient they are?

so i have no fucking idea when this would happen, but the 2 of them mutually acknowledging that RUR is pretty fucked up for the unicorns?

also like....IT WOULD BE SO CUTE if the two of them sort of rolled their eyes at the same time about some kind of story regarding another rando racer who quit maybe a lil after As did (so the newer racers aren’t familiar with her)? and then they realize that they both rolled their eyes at the same time LOL

honestly just being Tired Grandmas together

anyway. @interluxetumbra LMK what u think!!!

Sunbeam - tbd

Flower - Marivana knows exactly what 𝑅 𝐼 𝒮 𝐸 is pulling with Flower (her own agency did the same thing to her, after all), and she is not fooled at all. She’s not stupid; in the robot unicorn racing industry, nobody is completely, utterly unknown when they debut unless they had no prior experience with robot horses/unicorns in the past. Marivana knows that Flower probably had to work her butt off to stay with 𝑅 𝐼 𝒮 𝐸, and she would bet her right hand that the image that Flower puts out to the public is just that - an image.

*chanting* AURIVANA AURIVANA AURIVANA

is the lil club plot we have how they meet/1st time they actually talk 2 ea other????

speaking of which - how do we want to write that? collab in a gdoc???

& then they just keep coincidentally running into ea other randomly????

aura saying something super Flower-esque and marivana just rolling her eyes and being like, “ok great now tell me what you really think about __” ??? lol

aura somehow discovering that marivana is into BOTANY, of all things????

maybe this is when she makes some sort of dry remark about the bio for Flower on the RISE website? “[Flower] grew up in a lush green meadow, hidden away from prying eyes by miles and miles of ice. How Flower managed to get the ice to melt for long enough to plant flowers and trees will always be a mystery.” and marivana’s like “lol magic my ass there’s literally no fucking way”

she explains it with a good amount of scientific jargon thrown in and aura’s just like watttttttttttttt :0000

literally hit me up ANYTIME i already adore them

also - their aesthetics as racers? put together? a+++++++++

OMG THIS IS LIKE WAY IN THE FUTURE BUT LIKE, we should say that their secret relationship somehow ends up going public for the ~drama~??? and instead of being super freaking pissed off, both of their agencies are just like “lmao okay ice queen x fairy princess? best ship” and use it for publicity?????

Flame - Marivana knows about 1) the image that she projects, and 2) that this image is pretty true to who Flame really is, for the most part. Her verdict? Flame could prove to be annoying, if she gets relevant while Marivana is still in the industry as a racer. Marivana doesn’t know what life not racing would be like, but she’s well-aware that she’s the oldest racer out there (well, besides Supernova, who doesn’t count. She’s making a comeback, after all), and that retirement is probably not too far out in her future. So, if Flame is still around within the next 5-10 years, then Marivana might start worrying about her. For now, she’s just the irritating racer with ʟᴀᴢᴇʀ who won’t ever stop causing a scene.

So they haven’t really interacted much yet, do we wanna say?

they’re wary of each other because both their unicorns specialize in high power/strength so they’re like, more directly in competition?

are they going to engage in the RUA equivalent of a twitter fight??? in a publicity stunt that both of their agencies are putting on?

maybe snow has once insulted kehlani in an interview??? though it was fake/staged/scripted by her agency so she doesn’t actaully feel that way but ya know. doin it for the vine

and kehlani responds in kind, maybe at the behest of lazer, maybe not?. and it just keeps going???

but ya, marivana prob finds her personality kinda annoying so would generally avoid her unless kehlani approached first

Nyx - so like, snow probably thinks sol is way too flashy and all over the place, & does not engage her ever? she knows of the rumors of foul play, ofc, b/c who doesn’t, but she assumes that the rumors are super blown out of proportion (as rumors tend to be)?? and snow knows that if sol ever tries to target her/other ice world racers specifically, twilight will literally strong-arm lazer into dropping her. so she’s not that worried about that stuff????

definitely thinks her razor-sharp precision with U-800 is something to be admired, though, even if it’s not the flashiest skill like dressage or speed

OMG LOL spoiler alert but the 2nd event is a race on lava world, so they’re all on the main LW training/practice facilities in the days leading up to the race???? and we TOTALLY need to have them do that weirdly super aggressive staredown/pre-game smack talk sesh that they do in super extra sports anime LOL

Widowmaker - snow’s heard of her, knows of her, has competed against her, but since they both tend to keep to themselves they haven’t really talked? it could be potentially cool if eleni guessed about/found out about what actually happened with marivana’s 1st unicorn?? OMG DRAMA but what if she actually knew of the armed thief? who was on ice world for whatever reason lmfao we can hand-wave it. bonus points if she’s pissed that 1st unicorn killed the person?????????? lol

and it could be POTENTIALLY FUN to write a scene with them where eleni basically calls her out on the fact that, yeah marivana fucking hates twilight for deactivating the first unicorn so why tf does she still race for them/earn them so much money???

also marivana has literally no retirement plans atm so.....i have NO FREAKING IDEA if this would ever be possible or not, but if she somehow?? gets involved? with the people who wanna fuck up TEF govt for not giving a single shit about black hole ??? ? ??? ?? thru eleni????????//

idk dude feel free to just be like “lmao alicia that would never happen” if it feels too OOC!!! it’s also like 4 am & i’m only half coherent so ;D

but i literally have no idea in what context the calling out would be in!!! maybe if marivana saw some top sekrit info that eleni might have access to and was like “i won’t tell anyone at TWILIGHT if you tell me why you have this”? and eleni is like *eyeroll* “not like u have any reason to like ur agency”

Taglist: @ayzrules @bebemoon @jay-swagsby @filthysoulls @shiftyprincess @kzombi3 @now-on-elissastillstands

#plotting #snow #marivana #this is....so incoherent #and i am sorry #racers #writing #i guess??? lol

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uiruu · 6 years ago

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People talk a lot about how HxH is a deconstruction of shonen anime, and like, for a long time, that’s the word I’ve been using too. I watched a youtube video that made me reconsider, and it got me thinking about this. (tho you dont need to watch it before reading this, i disagreed or had slightly differing opinions about slight things anyway)

On the whole, Hunter x Hunter does have the standard themes and tropes of shonen. The optimism, the growth, love, friendship, hardship, adversity, often loss and tragedy and overcoming it, that stuff... but what sets it apart is how it explores and examines the way those themes are handled in shonen. When HxH deals with the standard tropes of shonen, it often deconstructs.... but the series is not overall a “deconstruction”.

It digs into and subverts and often breaks things down... it deconstructs a trope and peers into its guts, only to build it back up a little. Is it a “reconstruction”? I don’t know lmao, that’s nothing haha. Even though a lot of the time, you’ll be watching it and things will happen that make you go “wow, I kind of can’t believe this is happening in a shonen battle anime...”, so yeah, it does feel different than you’d expect it to feel, but at the same time... it’s pretty distinctively still a shonen feeling. I think Puella Magi Madoka Magica is a proper deconstruction cause none of the shit in that series would fly in a regular magical girl anime, I think (uhhhh maybe. im not well versed, maybe it would, idk), and so when things spin off in that darker direction and are direct counters to tropes found in the magical girl genre, thats a deconstruction. It saw the original tropes, picked out what made them work, did the opposite, and made that work. But that’s not really what HxH does. If that was the case, Gon might face a villain and outright lose, and never recover. Or, circumstances will develop that portray the protagonist as very clearly the villain of this story. In that way, I guess you could say Death Note is kind of deconstructionist. It’s essentially a shonen battle manga/anime with psychological battles instead of physical ones, and the main character is undeniably the villain, and he only gets worse with time. HxH doesn’t usually completely deconstruct or subvert a trope, so much as it more fully explores those tropes, and has to play with deconstructing them a little bit to do so.

Here’s an example of what I mean. Take for instance, “Knov has to go in and plant teleport portal things in the king’s palace. He manages to do it, but is discouraged when he sees Pouf’s aura”. That could happen in Naruto. What HxH does differently is peer into the workings of that scenario, and thinks about what would actually happen there. It shows Knov’s panic attack, his mental state. This is maybe more of a deconstruction, because even though Knov succeeds, he is overwhelmed, and his confidence is shattered. He withdraws from the rest of the mission, at least for the time being. He is noticeably scarred by this event forever afterwards. Other shonen wouldn’t delve that deep into the implications of the actions characters take.

But then take for instance Gon’s Anime Power Up versus Pitou…. “young kid ages up because of magic to a point at which he can beat the opponent, but risks losing his nen and possibly his life”. That could happen in Dragon Ball Z (in fact dbz wrote the book on this trope). But it differs in the tone set, the way it was handled, the sheer emotional weight of every word spoken in that episode, the terror Killua has once he finds Gon, etc. This is a bit of deconstruction, in that it has this power up be an unequivocally bad thing that could end Gon’s life and shakes Killua to his core, but in the end, some of the “construction” is build back up, because Killua’s calling out to Gon saves him, and the bond of friendship (AND LOVE) that these two share brings Gon back from the brink. It was, of course, a little too late, and Gon is essentially, for all intents and purposes, dead from this point on, and the only thing that could save him was something that breaks all the rules of the universe up to this point, and is possibly a power originating in the Dark Continent, which is mysterious and ancient and seemingly full of unexplained phenomena. So, Gon is saved, lessons are learned... Things were still awkward for Gon and Killua even after Gon apologized but... in the end they still care a lot about each other. That’s not very deconstructionist... that’s awfully shonen, actually. But the level of detail HxH goes to to break from formula and show in depth what the characters think and feel is really nonstandard.

Conceivably, characters could be feeling these emotions in other shonen when these things happen, but it’s not explored in them. I bet when an anime character has a big “I’m risking my life to attain ultimate power!” moment, it could really traumatize the friends of that character... but that’s rarely something explored in any other canon of a show in this genre. And that’s the thing about HxH. It’s not so much a full, dark, terrifying deconstruction of shonen tropes, it’s an examination of them. If it was a deconstruction through and through, Powered Up Gon might have died there, or hurt Killua so bad that Killua leaves Gon forever, or he could have lost after it wasn’t enough to stop Pitou, or he could have used this power for evil and killed someone truly innocent, etc. HxH would never do any of those things. The moment of Gon’s transformation wasn’t done to emphasize how twisted the main character of a shonen could be, it was done to emphasize how much the people around Gon could love him, and how Gon was forgetting that. Gon withdrew, succumbed to grief, pushed the people he loves away. But no matter what, even after committing to this being the end of his life, Killua was there for him. Not pushed away. He saved Gon and in that moment reminded him that there are still things to live for and love to be experienced.

Hunter x Hunter arguably emphasizes the themes of love and friendship and optimism way better than standard shonen, rather than subverting those themes.

Long story short, I think Hunter x Hunter is basically Togashi flexing and saying “okay, I see what you all are going for, lemme show you how I’d do it” and fucking knocking it out of the park.

#hunter x hunter #hxh #hxh meta #chimera ant arc #long post #AAAAAAAAAAAAAA I DID IT #i reworded that other post and im MUCH prouder of this one #please reblog this if its good and please argue with me if im wrong #i wanna discuss this lmao i wanna be like intellectuals discussing the meaning of epic novels but with hunter x hunter #o

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tbzmari · 7 years ago

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3, 18, 21, 49? 💖

3 - Has Bangtan influenced your life in any other way? 》 im still new to all of this but sure i can say so.. they make me smile when most of the times no one else can.. ive met people through them and got closer to people because of them

18 - Which member matches with your personality the most? 》 its a mix between jimin and kookie.. weird but let me explain.. i see myself a lot in jimin but when i hear jk talking about how he finds it hard to meet new people i relate a lot so i guess them two.. idk my friends are the ones who should be telling you this lmao

im doing 49 first bc 21 is long af check it below the keep reading thing i fyou want to

49 - What kind of concept would you like to see in the future? » man idk ill be pleased with whatever they give me im not a picky eater when it comes to bts concepts

21 - Name the feature you like the most about each member! 》 oo so ill speak about both physical and personality for each of them.. im sorry if i ramble and dont make any sense i just love them too much

Kay so..

•Jin~

- physical wise i think everything about him just stunns me.. although i think his gaze is like a killer for me, he is the God of Visuals..

- personality wise i love how he is the most caring and considerate person.. he puts the members before him and never complains until he cant anymore which even if i dont find that a healthy thing to do i admire him for doing so bc like thats hard af to do it takes a lot of selflessness which Jin clearly has torwards everyone.. that ep where the fight between him and tae happened was amazing bc we got to see how he really feels sometimes about being the oldest and keeping the aura and the mood always up ..man i love him

• yoongi ~

- physical wise: thAT GUMMY SMILE I MELT .. no no his gaze, ugh man idk.. no wonder hes so high up my bias list

- personality wise: hes so hardworking and just pushes through and honestly the amount of time he spends working is just amazing to me.. hes so talented and caring and gentle man these are hard for me bc honestly i love everything about each of them.. i digress.. yoongi is just that member who in the beggining always got me curious.. before i watched all the shows theyd done or the bts run eps i always though of him as the mysterious member, the cold and shut off one and hes nothing of the sort.. hes a soft and caring person who cares in a way people normally dont get and he deserves everything and more..

• hobi ~

- physical wise: his smile.. hes the sun.. the whole sun who lights my days up im soft.. hes in a competition with yoongi and kookie for my bias wrecker position

- personality wise: his upbeat and uplifting aura just takes over me.. hes so precious i just want to spend my blue days with him so i can just feel better idk like if i feel bad i usally listen to Hope World bc its such a good mixtape and like who would’ve known that he wasnt really into rapping in the beggining like hes so talented im amazed just by his existance what is he doing to me..

• namjoon ~

- phsical wise: those dimples man can he get any softer.. yes he can and when he does he gets me soft too

- personality wise: our leader is such an amazing human being.. like where else can you find a genius lyricist, amazing rapper, cheerful babyboy who just brings us joy and whos gorgeous and damn namjoon is all that do we even deserve him? probably not yet hes still blessing us with his existance and talent and we should just love him for that

• jimin ~

- physical wise : his eyes damn my baby boy can just look at me with them and ill be gone for good like does he know what he does to me i dont think so

- personality wise. okay here we go, let me tell you about how i love the fact that hes always there when they need someone like he cares so much and worries so much about all of the other members and i just want to hug him and tell him to care of himself aswell bc sometimes he needs to be told hes an amazing human being and that he deserves the universe .. let me just tell you how happy he makes me like, he can smile and ill be gone with joy hes so precous and angel like can i get one of him please i just i really really love him.. lol can you tell im jimin biased

• tae ~

- pysical wise: can i really choose? everything about that man is perfect like ??

- personality wise: now this boys is so pure like not in a sexual way but like an overall way he has such pure intentions towards others like the way he makes friends with other people so easily amazes me.. hes so kind too ik i say this about everyone of them but its true theyre all so caring in their own way and im so glad i stan this kind of people bc really bangtan is out there changing peoples lives everyday and they manage to stay humble to their core and i just love them im rambling again okay so just know my taehyungs favourite feature is his pure intentions torwards the world

• kookie ~

- physical wise: his cheeks.. hes such a bun i love him with all of me i just wanna squeeze his face all the time

- personality wise: when he talks about how much he respects hus hyungs and how their pain is his too just makes me love him more and more.. hes such a good younger brother like how can someone be so pure and full of good intentions.. hes such a good boy i love him

damn i really talked a lot.. just know i love them all a lot equally they just make my days better which sometimes is saying a lot 💗💗💗

#asks #mutuals #thank you for the ask!!

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lareinedelapoubelle · 7 years ago

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ALL of the luxury asks. do every single one

ANYTHING FOR YOU, MY LOVE!

bubble bath: do you have any routines before bedtime? like skin care, etc. what are they?

It’s so meticulous, I hate it.

1). I do shower at night, so first I get clean and I use soap and a body conditioner (it’s like an in-shower lotion)

2). I use face cleansers, a gel/cream thing my dermatologist gave me, moisturizers, and an anti-aging cream for under my eyes.

3). When I feel fancy, I spray perfume on afterwards. Perhaps that should become a regular thing.

Bonus: Today, I purchased a neat toner thing, we’ll see how that goes.

champagne: what topic could you talk about for hours?

In all honesty, I’m not too picky about conversation topics...just pls, no politics. It’s so tiring. If I had to choose one topic, maaaaybe history/literature?

crushed velvet: have you ever used your charm to get something you want?

“Charm” isn’t the word I’d use, it’s more phrasing. I remember being little and being like, “Oh, this is really nice...” to get a toy that I wanted. I really didn’t like asking people for things, I still don’t.

diamonds: how do you feel about excessively spending money?

If you have money to throw away, that’s nice (throw some my way.) I like the concept, but I myself cannot do it. I’m very frugal and it can be frustrating because I’ll pick something up at a store, intent on buying it, and then not buy it. HOWEVER, I will gladly spend money on friends/family, they deserve good gifts.

faux fur: describe your wardrobe.

Consists of: edgy, bohemian, classy, ethereal, and a shit-load of leggings.

glitter: describe someone special to you.

Very intelligent, altruistic, resilient. She’s my rock and role model (lmao I just noticed what I did there.)

gold: describe what you would call the most perfect meal.

See now, my taste in food is either really fancy or really trashy. I’d honestly be so happy with just a pizza.

jazz: name a song that resonates with you and your emotions. explain the reason why.

I remember being little and my mom having this “Greatest Hits” CD of the Counting Crows. Her favorite song was “Mrs. Potter’s Lullaby” and when I listen to it now, it makes me so nostalgic. I’m older now, so I can really appreciate and understand the lyrics, as well. That dude can write.

lace: what is something in your life completely different from last year?

Um, I’m still stressed now because of college applications, but I’m nowhere near as stressed as I was last year. That’s pretty good, I guess. I was always independent, but idk, this year I just feel so...worldly, cultured, and I feel like I know myself enough to really be on my own. It’s weird, but relieving.

lingerie: do you consider yourself a promiscuous person?

NO. I think I can be flirtatious, but most of the time it’s unintentional and a subconscious thing. It’s my sharp wit doing the talking in those instances. Ultimately, though, no, I am not promiscuous and I would consider myself to be a very committed person. I mean, I’m still not over that really hot waiter from Canada so...

lipstick: do you enjoy talking to strangers?

I’m very shy, so it’s hard for me to engage in conversation. However, once that veil has been lifted, I can be very chatty if I wanted to be. As long as the person doesn’t give off weird vibes, I’ll talk to them.

pearls: what's something about your personality that surprises others?

I have this weird aura about me where I seem brooding and mysterious, but I’m actually very affectionate and lovable. I’m sensitive to a fault, actually.

penthouse: what would you consider your dream home? describe it.

Well, I mean...

perfume: if you could make your own signature fragrance, what would it smell like?

I really love the perfumes I already own, specifically this one. Were I to create my own fragrance, however, I’d really want to capture the smell of old books into a perfume. That, or petrichor.

robe: how do you prepare for an evening alone with a loved one/date?

Well, I don’t go on a lot of dates, so I don’t really have a set routine. I do like getting dressed up for exciting occasions, so I’m sure I’d revel in the “getting ready” aspect. If I’m just hangin’ with a friend, though, I’ll usually just get comfy and chill.

roses: If it had to be winter, autumn, spring or summer for the rest of your life, which would you choose?

Autumn, for sure.

satin: what is your most favorite article of clothing?

My black faux-suede fringe jacket. I didn’t expect for it to go with literally everything I own, but alas...also my Bowie boots.

sheet mask: what's your favorite lazy activity?

Tbh, scrolling through this site, laying on my bed. I also really like eating cereal out of the box like some heathen, it’s really fulfilling and idk why. I guess taking baths too, but I’d consider that luxurious, not lazy.

silk: do you have more inner or outer beauty?

Inner, oh my God. I look like a sewer witch.

silver: do you have any obscure hobbies? what are they?

I do, it’s called maintaining my own existence.

sparkling water: what are your top three songs for the summer?

I don’t think I have a “top three,” so here are selections that remind me of the season:

1). Doin’ Time - Sublime (hard for me not to think of summer as he croons “Summertime~”)

2). Literally any Beach Boys song, they all feel like sunshine.

3). Breakfast in America - Supertramp

wine: what kind of drunk are you (happy/affectionate, angry, sad, fun/wild)? if you don't drink, what kind do you think you WOULD be?

I’m 100% the fun/silly drunk. I’ve learned through various experiences:

1). “Is Grey Goose supposed to make ya feel...funnnayyy?” - me, about 7 years old wasted on a sip of the aforementioned beverage.

2). That bout of giddiness at a child’s birthday party after having had some white wine, making stupid smiles and laughing at my painting.

3). That time I volunteered to hide 100 Easter Eggs all by myself in my very expansive backyard; giving up at one point and literally just throwing them; getting a twig stuck in my dress.

4). “Maia, close the door. We have to be very quiet about this...”

Me: “OHHHH, SECERETS *slams door*!!!”

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immigrantdoors · 5 years ago

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The Lecture Crush

September 7th, 2018

Dear Diary

The second day of classes – fucking perfect. All I have is Calc 3 at 11 and then I have the rest of the day to do whatever I want. Hopefully, it has something to do with this semester’s lecture crush. God, he’s cute lol. He came in today wearing this pink shirt that had some Chinese characters and I think it was a ps4 logo? Idk he just sat down next to me and he had some aura about him. He asked if I wanted to keep each other posted on lecture stuff and added me on Facebook. Can’t find a lot of information on him but idk maybe he’s just secretive lol. Mysterious lecture crush Jay Singh.

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September 14th, 2018

Dear Diary

Wow, my heart’s still kind of racing. I’ll start from the beginning.

Ok, we’re really hitting it off. He’s actually really funny and sooo cute. So the prof has us discuss our answers to a question and he asks me how my weekend went. The flow was reallyyy good and idk what came over me but I really asked him out. Eeeeeep. So we’re meeting tomorrow at Starbucks and it’s kind of a date.

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September 15th, 2018

That sure was... something. I really got to know him a lot better outside of class. We were only there for about an hour or so but we chatted about a whole lot. I found out he really wanted a connection in the class to help him out because this is his second time taking the class, and he said I looked smart lol. That doesn’t make me feel shit about myself at all. He softened it by saying he likes talking to me though... I guess. He’s a CS major and he complained about his workload a lot, and he mentioned being stressed out cuz of job applications too. He said the stress has him trying out a bunch of drugs lately. I think he said something about morphine, which doesn’t sound too good. This would have all been pretty unattractive, and it was. But he’s just so damn cute lol.

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October 8th, 2018

Jay went really off the radar after the third date but he finally decided to come to class for the midterm. And he looked rough. Like straight up raccoon. He sat down and apologized if he seemed kind of out it and said he was on Adderall. And the Trenta Starbucks cup in his hand explained the jitteriness.

After the midterm was over he told me he got an interview with Google, and it was coming up in a few days. He hadn’t been showing up to class because he was spending all his time preparing for it. The way he talked was really fucking weird today though. His stare was actually creepy. Something just seemed... off.

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October 19th, 2018

Guess I got ghosted lol. What else is new. Fuck Jay.

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lying-little-legend-blog · 7 years ago

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I'm not in favor of the twin theory and I don't believe it in that scene lmao but idk what the writers were thinking, that Spencer and Toby were gonna talk pretty much at all about their feelings before or after sex? But not really surprised anymore

I can't say that I'm surprised either, to be honest! 😪This time-jump has handled the romantic arcs so poorly that I don't know why I had set my expectations so high for a Spoby reunion. I guess I just liked how their story was written in comparison to the other ships and admired the respect between the two characters. They really should have had a conversation before OR after having sex.As for the Twincer theory, anyone who follows this blog knows I'm a fan. I've toyed with the idea from as far back as season four and hoped that if it ever came to fruition, it would explain the Black Widow figure and the mysterious aura surrounding Spencer's childhood. HOWEVER, after the Mary reveal, I'm less enthusiastic. The clues are all there and it seems inevitable but. IT'S. SO. PROBLEMATIC. (Especially where Toby is concerned, that poor soul has been through enough!) I'm like.. 50/50 on the theory as of late. I like it but I dislike it at the same time.

#PLL #Answered

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fonttale-auception · 7 years ago

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Doki Doki! Literature Club AU

Summary :

All the corrupt! versions (C!Dings, C!Chara, C!Frisk, C!Aster) somehow ends up in the same void and Corrupt!Chara take it upon them to make up a world for them to settle without stressing them out and lessen the corruption.

Until they realized they are in a dating sim game and the protag is here to ruin everything

Details :

Okay not intentionally ruin everything but still

All the corrupted characters always goes up and fight each other whenever the corruption rises and things are awful

C!Chara noticed that the corruption tied strongly to their emotion so C!Chara sets em up to another game/world setting where they can..technically lived normally without dealing the stress and isolation in the Void. The game they picked up is apparently a dating sims game.

C!Chara puts em up in where the girls would be : Aster as Yuri, Dings as Sayori, Frisk as Natsuki, and Chara themself as Monika, where they can took control as the admin of the world

Dings is Sayori so the protagonist’s childhood friend, and practically the one that keeps everyone in check.. in a way. Dings keeps Frisk in check by.. probably fighting / arguing with them a lot? It keeps Frisk from getting their violent tendencies to the other or sth like that? And he make sure Aster takes good care of himself and stuff. Dings and Chara is generally good pal so yeah?

Aster is Yuri so he acts like.. well regular nice and calm Aster~

Frisk is Natsuki except they are 2x more likely to fight you because they can.. probably not bring cookie but idk?.. tbh Frisk would just waves those ilegal manga like hey bro bro ya wanna read some manga i got them good ones and its totally allowed in clubroom join us

Chara is Monika but still a pretty chill dude? Monika has somekind of strict aura coz she’s the president but Chara more like ehh ok you can join the club, or not, please don’t.

The Protagonist of course would enter the world at some point and it throw a wrench on the whole “safe and normal” settings chara has been trying to keep. Because, being a dating sim, the protag would definitely go for romance and love... and none of the characters are ready for that kind of emotion yet lol

So first part of the game goes normally like how DDLC goes, they all join the same club, get together, read poem, yada yada yada romance. Except here Chara is trying so hard to keep you from romancing the other characters.. like.. at all. But being a player on a dating sims, they gonna try anyway.. which will go the same way as DDLC goes, and ends the first part w/ Dings’ death

Second part starts and it goes normally except Chara is now even MORE determined to not have you there. (So I guess either the others invite you or you were checking clubs and stumble the one here and got caught in Frisk offer for free manga read) And during the glitched part, Chara would ALSO starts to glitch because of the stress and will start blaming you like “What have you done!?” “What part of DON’T GET TOO CLOSE TO EVERYONE DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND???!!”

the thing about Aster is that when he’s corrupted he is incredibly manipulative on keeping people to stay with him and very possesive too

Like Yuri lol

Aster would redirect you into going through his route no matter what

but unlike Yuri he would still look as calm and polite as he always is

Until that last bit

And also probably do that suicide thing Yuri does

I forgot what Frisk would do here but Frisk and Aster fight would not be pretty it would be incredibly awful and Aster would be the first to throw the awful degrading words first which is.. ya know.. incredibly out of character but dang he would

By the end of this part, depending on whether or not you heed Chara’s warning or not, they going to react to it and it will affect their involvement in the next part

If you heed their warning and not actively going through the romantic route, they would settle down and explains things as they are. And how you can possibly help them fix things up in the next run (because the stone has rolled on this one you have to restart regardless)

If you still stubbornly try to romance everyone or exhaust their glitchness to the fullest, Chara would just throw the towel and say FUCK IT YOU WANT TO MESS UP EVERYBODY SO BAD?! BE MY FUCKING GUEST YOU ASSHAT! And just... leave you alone through the new part

Third part the game would glitched so bad you end up in another game intirely. A murder mystery game. Your childhood friend has been missing for a long while and no one have any clue to their where about. Until you suddenly saw them on your way to school. You try to stop them but before you can get to them they were gone.. again. You go back on your track and go to school.

There, Chara invites you to the Literature Club, only to stop you halfway to the clubroom, and depend on the result you get on the last one, Chara would either inform you about how to makes things better for the other (as in genuinely just going through friend route and not try to romance anyone please) or just “Have fun you asshole” and leave you alone in the clubroom filled with... Frisk, Aster and... Dings!

You tried to talk to Dings like where have you been what happened to you and Dings just look at you like you’re the dramatic one. “I know we’re not on the same class and club but jeez chill! I’ve always been on the club after school, guess that’s why we never catched up to each other.” And just.. goes on normally. The club goes as it is with everyone introduce themself and you get home with the poem homework

The next day you come to school and there’s rumors that some students are suddenly missing too. You’re not sure how to process the whole thing and you determined to figure out the truth from Dings, being one of the student who disappeared and just.. back again suddenly. Dings keep dodging the questions and thinks you are the paranoid one. Poem exchange time and you realized everyone’s poem are cryptic as hell. Like a puzzle of time and places but you can’t pinpoint what... yet. You go home for the day

Another day goes and out of curiosity, you try to ask around to Aster and Frisk’s classmates (you know they are on the same grade and upperclass) and you find out... they both also have disappeared for a while. You ask to Dings’ classmate and they answered no, Dings has not, in fact, been to class since... months ago. Despite him always constantly in the clubroom. Another student also missing too today, one of your classmate. You decide to approached all of them about this

Everyone thinks you are crazy and also reads too much of that mystery novel Aster gave you. Poem exchange time. Another time and place puzzle, this time you realized there’s also people appreance description there, that... strangely fits so well with your missing classmate! If you choose Chara last (and also Chara helping you in this route), they would invite you to walk home together. If you choose Chara first, they would ask you to “keep a close eye on the poems, you might find some hidden symbolism in it”. you go home together regardless, and Chara pulls you aside and ask if you figure out the clues yet. You both them put the puzzle pieces together and follows the directions. You find out where your classmate are. Dead. You called the police and ambulance and they go to the scene and question you for information. Chara answers most of the questions to make sure they won’t go to suspect you nor everyone in the club... yet.

this goes so long holy shit

fuck uh

Revelation moment, turns out Dings, Aster, AND Frisk are the ones behind the students disapperance and Frisk is the head of the operation. Later on finds out that Dings and Aster are actually ghosts who’s gone crazy and winds up killing people. even later on you finds out that Frisk was actually the one who killed them in the first place but they couldn’t remember Frisk’s face so they just go around in rampage

sth sth epilogue they all settle down and finally found peace?? Dings and Aster calmed down and Frisk... uh.... i guess the same idk

#ddlc!au #masterpost au

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