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belovedmusings · 1 year ago

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Your Cult Leader

18+ Explicit Smut 🚫minors DNI🚫

Cult leader! music producer! Geto x AFAB! popstar! reader loosely inspired by The Idol (just the dynamic between the two, but in this AU Suguru’s not a psycho POS like the guy is in the show, so no gross themes) where they have sex in the studio.

Relevant tags: light dirty talk, oral sex (AFAB! reader receiving) penetrative sex, missionary/mating press, established relationship of sorts (not together but not not together either…you have a situationship with a hot, rich, talented producer/cult leader Suguru so), he uses the term of endearment “love” once, addresses you without the use of “y/n”

Recommended music while reading: One Of The Girls (The Weeknd, Jennie, Lily Rose Depp), A Lesser Man (The Weeknd), and Double Fantasy (The Weeknd, Future)

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“Ugh,” you groan in frustration, hitting the spacebar on the keyboard in front of you to pause the track. Beside you, Suguru shifts to lean on his knuckles, looking at you curiously.

“Hmm? What’s the matter?”

“It’s not sounding right,” you answer, “Something’s off but I can’t quite place it.”

“Mmm,” he hums, sucking in a breath. “Well, you have been at it like this since after lunch. It’s almost midnight now. You haven’t even eaten yet. Maybe you should take a break.”

“No,” you shake your head, “It’s right there, I just…”

Suguru’s hand slides over yours, thumb gently running over your knuckles. “We talked about you overworking yourself. It isn’t good for you or your creativity.”

You look at him and frown. “Suguru, I know you want me to take better care of myself, but—”

“Your body is your temple,” he interrupts you, pushing his chair closer to yours so that they touch. “Didn’t I teach you that? You need to treat it as if it was sacred. It is sacred. Starving yourself and working off of fumes is only going to drive you to burnout.”

His dark eyes hold yours, and that familiar flutter inside your stomach starts up again—Suguru is a beautiful man, and you thought so the minute you met him at that party for your friend’s album release a few months ago. Right now, under the dim, warm lighting of the studio’s LED lights, he looks just as mesmerizing.

His long, dark hair falls in layered tendrils down his shoulders, beside his gauges, framing his face perfectly, making for the perfect precursor for his gentle eyes, perfectly centered nose, and soft lips. His black shirt lays over his muscular chest unbuttoned at the top to show off his collarbones, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, tucked into his black slacks, held up by an expensive belt. As always, he just exudes power. It drives a thrill through you that only he is capable of producing.

“Did I lose you in there?” He asks with an amused smile, bringing you back to yourself. You avert your eyes, shaking your head.

“Sorry. Got distracted.”

He’s silent for a moment. “I think I have a way to solve all of your problems.”

You return your gaze to his face just as he moves his touch down to your thigh, bare due to the shorts you elected to wear this morning. His hand is hot, spreading tingles up your spine like he’s firing off every single one of your nerves on purpose.

“What is it?”

“I’ve talked about it before,” he begins, “But creativity comes from the Sacral chakra. You know where it is, right?”

You draw in a breath, starting to realize where he’s going with this. You two have talked about Suguru’s unique beliefs before. He draws from many different religions and philosophies to create what he calls ‘the one true religion’, one he insists would solve all world conflict if everyone just subscribed to it. So far, everything he’s said makes sense to you.

The human body is, as he said, a temple for the soul, a special sort of energy taken from a piece of the Universe so that it can experience itself. There’s a lot of things he’s said, but right now, the important thing is that he believes bodies have energy points where different types of energy can interact with a human and either take away or give to their soul if activated. These energy points are chakra points, taken from Hinduism and Buddhism, the latter being one of Suguru’s favorite philosophies due to how ‘true’ it is.

You remember he said there are seven chakra points. The one for creativity is…

He moves his hand up your thigh slowly, causing you to breathe deeply, palm slinking up your hip to your abdomen just below your navel.

“Right here,” he tells you. “The sacral chakra is the energy point for both creativity and sexual pleasure. Do you know why that is?”

You blink. He had just explained what they are, but not why or how they’re connected. “No. Not exactly.”

“This is where your womb is,” he explains. “You create there, don’t you? If you were to accept someone’s seed, you’d create life. That’s why it’s both.”

You breathe out, starting to feel a little warm. “That…that makes sense.”

“Doesn’t it?” He agrees with a smile. “Now. You’re having trouble figuring out how to create this song, right? What we need to do is stimulate it.”

Ah, you think. That’s his point. You look at him, taking in the relaxed glint of lust in his eyes, and decide to play along. “How do we stimulate the womb?”

“Well, sacral chakra is all things pertaining to sexual pleasure. So if I make you feel good, I’m activating it.”

You nod, biting on the nail of your thumb. “Well…I have no creativity right now. So do your worst.”

A grin spreads across his lips. “My worst? Are you sure?”

Sex with Suguru is always a wild card. You never know what you’re going to get with him. Sometimes he’s sweet and slow, praising you like you’re his personal divine deity, and sometimes he’s railing you within an inch of your life, bent over the nearest surface, filth spilling from his lips.

“Or your best. Whichever you prefer,” you reply, subtly challenging him to take his pick, to chose how to make you fall apart. The control is his to have.

“Mmm,” he smirks. “I like the sound of that.”

Faster than you can comprehend, he’s out of his seat and grabbing you by the hips, hoisting you up and onto the coffee table where your manager and other producers sit during the day, right behind the mixing table.

He has your shorts off in record time, tossed to the floor unimportantly, and his right hand goes right for the apex of your thighs, rubbing his thumb over your underwear-clad sensitive center in teasingly gentle strokes.

You feel every time his nail grazes that spot, the pearl he seems to know how to work as if only he was given the manual to it.

“Suguru,” you breathe, leaning up on your elbows to see him. He smiles softly at you, lazy gaze fixed on your face.

“Relax,” He tells you, “Just focus on my touches.”

You listen, letting yourself lay back all the way. You even close your eyes, hearing him shuffle, keeping his hand on you. It only moves when it hooks at the fabric and pushes it out of the way.

Exposed to the air abruptly, you gasp quietly, but that gets replaced by an even louder gasp as a hot, wet tongue slides right over the neediest part of you.

“Suguru,” you exhale, biting your lip as he does it again, hands bracing your hips to keep you still.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, hot breath fanning over your pelvis. “And you taste good, too.”

Your face gets hot. “Don’t stare. It’s embarrassing.”

“Like I said,” he replies, wetly kissing your mound. “Your body is a temple. And I intend to worship it.”

His face is buried in you in the next instance, licking a fat stripe over you before flicking his tongue rapidly, stimulating all of your nerves at once.

“Suguru,” you gasp. “Oh fuck…”

He slurps lewdly, groaning, swirling his tongue in the way he knows drives you insane.

“Suguru,” you mewl again, arching up. He sucks intently, right hand moving down the inside of your thigh to where wetness has been pooling since he started touching you.

When his finger prods at your folds, you flinch, sensitive to the touch, and he becomes more bold, slipping two inside at once.

“Ah,” you moan loudly, pushing your hips down on his hand. His fingers are long and thick inside of you, curling up and fucking at a focused, teasing pace.

“We should record your sounds,” he states, “I’d use them in a track. Hmm…but then I’d get jealous when other people hear them.”

He adds a third finger, wrapping his lips around your pearl and running his tongue up and down, pulling another ragged moan from your throat.

“You’re mine,” He continues in a pant, coming up for air. “All mine. Aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you reply without hesitation. This man is all you could ever need. No one else could satisfy you like he can.

“Beautiful,” he breathes, rewarding your loyalty by flicking his tongue again, causing you to tighten around him. He fucks his fingers harder, getting excess slick on the table. You grind down, feeling that coil wind tighter and tighter in your core.

When he flattens his tongue and flutters it over your mound at the same time he curls his fingers up, you’re done for, orgasm hitting you in a dizzying wave of pleasure.

“Suguru, Suguru,” you drawl out, hands threading in his hair as he kisses your puffy apex through the bliss. When he lifts his head, his mouth is covered in your essence, and he looks impossibly fucking hot.

“How do you feel?” He asks, “Feeling inspired yet?”

You blink. Inspired? Who the hell knows. You’re horny as hell and you want this gorgeous man to fuck you so hard you see stars, being one be damned.

“I still feel stuck.”

He feigns a pout of sympathy, raising himself up on his knees.

“We can't have that, now can we?” He asks you, and now that he’s kneeling on his knees, you can see his body clearly. Your eyes draw onto the obvious, big bulge under his belt buckle, and heat surges through you. You want that. Now.

“I need more inspiration.”

He grins, standing up and scooping you up into his arms, stepping around the coffee table to lay you out on the leather sofa behind it. He pulls the waistband of your underwear down your legs, letting them fall to the floor.

You then watch as he undoes his belt, hands working at the buckle expertly to unlatch it. He then pulls it open, not bothering to take it off before he undoes his buttons and zipper, pushing his boxers down far enough to let himself spring free.

The sight of his red, hard cock never ceases to fan the flames of your fire for him, no reservations in your heart as he kneels on the cushion, getting between your willingly spread legs.

He smiles down at you and grabs his member, guiding it to rub against your dripping folds.

“Mmh,” you breathe, grinding against him needily.

“This way, I can transfer some of my creativity to you,” He says, “How does that sound?”

Anything to make him enter you.

You nod, reaching up and grabbing his firm biceps through his shirt.

“Please, Suguru,” you say, “Need it.”

And you don’t mean the creativity.

The man above you grins, letting his tip catch on your entrance and pushing in without hesitation.

He sinks in slowly, letting you feel the stretch of his thick girth, the heat of his bare cock inside of you.

“Fuck,” you curse, and he leans down, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“So tight,” he murmurs, pulling back and thrusting back in languidly, doing it again a few times to get you used to him, a dull ache seating inside you at the sensation. The fact that it hurts a little bit makes your heart beat faster, and you angle your hips up, desperate to give him better access.

He huffs an amused laugh, putting more energy into his movements and speeding up.

“Ah,” you gasp, nails digging into his arms. “Yes, Suguru…”

“Does that feel good?” He asks, slightly winded, and you nod, swallowing thickly.

“So good,” is your response, one of your hands running up the expanse of his shoulder to his neck, up to cup his jaw. He leans into the touch, even turning his head to kiss your palm. It causes you to flutter around him, and he groans at the feeling, picking up his pace even more.

You pull your knees back more towards your chest as best as you can without your hands to help, making room for him to go deeper. It causes his tip to push against your cervix, and it pulls a high-pitched gasp from you.

“That’s it,” he pants, leaning down over you, sliding his hands underneath your arms to grip your shoulders, balancing on his elbows to drive harder into you, hitting that spot every single time he pushes in. “Oh, fuck yes…”

It’s breathy, and the knowledge that you are the one making him lose his composure heightens your euphoria. You look up into his eyes, which are only a few inches from yours now.

He gives you a loose smile. “Getting inspiration?”

You laugh despite yourself. “Yeah…fuck yeah I am…”

“Good,” he grins, “Never hurts to give more, does it?”

You wonder what he means for a mere moment before he stops thrusting for a moment to hike your legs up, hooking your knees on his shoulders and then leaning back down to grab your waist, effectively bending you in half.

“Shit,” you hiss, eyes widening when he starts a grueling pace up. “Suguru!”

“Fuck,” he curses, the slap of your wet skin meeting over and over again bouncing off the sound-treated walls along with your mixed pants to make a song only the two of you can create together.

His dark hair hangs down over your face, hot breaths hitting your skin rhythmically, and he lowers himself fully to kiss you, tongue sliding into your mouth to claim you in yet another way. Your eyes shut to enjoy the sensation of two parts of him inside you, kissing back greedily, fisting your hands in his hair.

He groans lowly when you pull, knowing he likes it, putting more vigor into the way he kisses you, almost like he’s trying to devour your soul.

His hips keep slamming against yours, walls sore with the exertion of having been pushed to the limits. He’s relentless and you think about how you’ll feel him there even tomorrow, and what a welcome thought that is.

You pull harder on his hair and he responds by biting your bottom lip, feeding you a winded groan. The primal scent of your kiss buzzes around in your senses, melding with his heady jasmine cologne, concocting your own personal brand of heroin. You feel him everywhere, and the weight of his firm body covering yours is something you could never recreate without him.

You’re so lost in your own pleasure that you don’t notice his thrusts starting to turn erratic until he breaks the kiss to gasp for air.

“You feel so good,” he pants, “Now I’m inspired.”

That does something to you. This man, who is always at the top of the charts, collaborating with A-list artist after A-list artist is inspired by you, by the sex that you’re giving him. It inflates your ego to a staggering point and you brush his bangs from his eyes, looking deeply into them. A warm feeling spreads through your chest, that familiar danger zone when you’re around Suguru for too long coming into sight once again.

You know he’s off-limits. Between balancing the group he’s leading and his full-time job as a producer, he’s busier than any other man you know, and you aren’t naive enough to delude yourself into thinking he reserves himself solely for you.

He’s a gorgeous man. He’s talented, charismatic, and as a result he has people worshiping the ground he walks on. He can have anyone and everyone he wants, and as a man as powerful as he is, who would he be not to indulge himself? He’s a god among men, and you’ve resigned yourself to being one of his earthly concubines with the self-assurance that you’re among his favorites.

He spends a majority of his free time with you, and when he’s busy he calls when he can. He texts you to ask how you are, makes sure that you stay out of trouble, and he protects you from slimy industry heads ready to take advantage of you. You go to his penthouse so much you’ve started leaving clothes and belongings there, but you know he could switch up at any moment, so you refuse to acknowledge what is trying to burrow its way into your heart when you look at him.

Except, when he smiles so charmingly at you like he is, pupils blown and lips kissed swollen, it’s so hard not to fall for him.

His eyes slide shut and his brows furrow, sucking his lip between his teeth as he concentrates his thrusts to hit that one spot inside of you that has you seeing the cosmos.

“Ah!” You cry, “Suguru, Suguru…”

The pleasure undulates up your body like electric currents, making you over-sensitive. You can feel his big hands holding your waist so tightly you know it’ll bruise, yet another future reminder he was on top of you.

“That’s it,” he praises, “Come on, I know you’re close, love.”

Love.

Your eyes snap open again and he’s back to watching your face with a gentle expression. You want to say something but find your words robbed, an intensifying heat building and building deep at your center.

“Suguru,” you gasp, hands grappling at his shoulders, nails digging into the flesh there for purchase. It won’t stop, your climax approaching faster and faster, and he doubles down on his thrusts, aiming his cock so precisely you think for a moment you might die of pleasure. “Suguru…”

“You’re right there,” he urges, warm baritones lighting you up from the inside, “Come on, come on, show me how good it is…”

It hits you more abruptly than you’re prepared for. Your entire body tenses up and you throw your head back, arching up as you shout his name desperately, “Suguru! Oh my god, Suguru, Suguru…”

You tighten on him and gush around his length, the sensations faltering his pace, and he moans loudly above you, hips stuttering. Then you feel it. A ticklish, warm sensation inside of you, his release spilling right against your cervix as he presses as far as he can go.

“Fuck,” he groans brokenly, rolling his hips languid against yours, burying his nose in your neck and leaving sloppy kisses there. You wrap your arms around his neck and hold him close, relishing in the sensation of him in and all around you. He’s never finished inside you before—you’ve always had protection. Blearily, you wonder what it means that he has, but you don’t want to bring it up right now. It would just break through the veil of bliss you’re in, and you don’t want to leave it yet.

The two of you stay locked like that until the stiffness of your muscles starts making itself known, and he pushes himself off of you, pulling out carefully. You wince in sensitivity, and he rubs your thigh soothingly. His eyes fix on your entrance, thoroughly used and dripping with your mixed releases.

“Shit,” he breathes, “You look good like this…”

You feel your face heat up, legs closing now that he’s not between them anymore. “We need to clean up.”

He laughs softly, leaning over and grabbing some tissues from the coffee table.

“You’re right. I’ll get to it.”

He painstakingly takes care of you first, wiping up all of the fluids you two exchanged from your body and then the leather couch before taking care of himself, tossing the tissues into the trash can by the door. He bends down and grabs the underwear you had on from the floor, fixing them in his hold to slide you back into them.

“How do you feel?” He asks, sitting beside you as you slowly get to a seated position.

“Thoroughly fucked,” you reply bluntly, and he laughs, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into his lap. You curl into the crook of his neck, closing your eyes. “But also…very inspired.”

“Yeah?” He asks, rubbing the outside of your leg gently. “Good.”

You want to stay in his arms for the rest of the night, but you are in the studio to work. So, you summon the willpower to get off of the couch, moving to go back to the desk when he pulls you back down.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asks, a playful lilt to his voice.

“To work,” you answer, heart racing as he smiles at you.

“So soon? Let me hold you for a little while.”

You want to ask what it means that he wants to do that with you, but a larger, more prominent part of you wins out, and you don’t say a thing. Like this, you can imagine it means what you want it to, even if it doesn’t.

You settle back in his arms, burying your face into his neck and closing your eyes, content to let him cradle you in his big arms. His scent wraps around you like a blanket, and your heart settles down as you relax.

He presses a kiss to your hair, and you decide that as long as you get to keep having this with him, whatever it is, you are content.

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a/n: what's funny is that Suguru isn't even my main jjk guy, I just had a demon come over me and wrote this out.

edit: after I re-read i think i’m gonna make this a series bc i can see drama going down and i want to write it 😈

please do not repost or copy my work, but feel free to reblog and share. hope you enjoyed!

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azullumi · 2 years ago

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wanderer — love in strings and songs ☆彡

summary — just you and him, together, as he rambles about the things that he loves.

pairing — wanderer/gender-neutral reader

tags — fluff, established relationship, modern au; oneshot

word count — 700+

note — sleepy anon's ask from earlier had me just doing this. literally no thoughts, brain empty, just wanderer

"And no, I am not exaggerating when I say that they are the modern reincarnation of Mozart himself so I don't understand how—Are you even listening to me?"

He pauses mid-sentence, looking at you with his eyebrow raised. Sitting on top of his lap, you straddle both sides of his thighs as you hold a pack of stickers on your hand, your other attempting to place yet another one on his forehead while you listen to his rambles. You hum, pressing it on his face, before responding, "Of course, I am."

Doubt crossed his face and it was evident that he didn't believe you, "What was I talking about then?"

"About how you think this artist that you like should have more recognition than the ones that are mainstream nowadays?" You respond, your hand searching yet for another sticker but the pack was already empty and there was nothing left to put on his face. Bummer, but looking at him, at the images that decorated his pale complexion, you think that was already enough.

"Well, at least you are paying attention somewhat. Do you agree with what I'm saying though?" He gazes deep into your eyes, emotions of tranquility swirling in his own like a calm wave on a shore, as he wraps his arms around your waist, linking both of his fingers, which leads you to being locked in his embrace.

"Hmm… I can't say anything on that especially when I haven't listened to any of them but if you say that they're better than this one, then sure, I agree," You just relax in his cradle, leaning your body against him as you rest your chin on top of his shoulder, and he, too, does the same. He lies his head on the dip where your neck meets your shoulder, his breath warm and ticklish against your skin.

He just hums in approval upon hearing what you said as if your answer was sufficient enough to his ears.

"You should give them a listen. They create such amazing music, I'm sure you will love them," He murmurs, loud enough for you to hear as he pulls you, pressing you much closer to him, inhaling and being intoxicated in your scent. You only gave him a hum and a silent nod as an answer, closing your eyes and indulging yourself in the intimate feeling of being so close to him.

This moment was romantic itself, save for the fact that he has hello kitty stickers stuck on his face—and he wishes he could take it off, however, he's way too comfortable in this embrace; you fit yourself perfectly in his hold and he doesn't want to move nor break away from you.

"When is your next performance?"

"Next week, are you going to watch?"

"Can I?" You answer, parting yourself away from him to take a look on his face, adorned with pink cartoon characters to which you decided to take off before he gives you a look of disappointment once he sees what you did to him.

"Why are you even asking that when the answer is so obvious?"

"I just wanted to hear you say it."

"Say what?"

Taking off the last sticker on his face, you smile at him, mischievously, before responding.

"Say that you want me to come."

"Stop playing around," You ignored the way he grimaces.

"Say it or else, I really won't watch," You threaten, knowing for the fact that you'll still go and watch him perform anyways even if he'll never say it. You just wish to tease him, to see the light shade of pink tinges his face as he hides the way he shys himself closer to you, a curse escaping his lips.

"...Fine—" He stills, silent and you wait until he speaks, expectation and enthusiasm etched on the expression of your lips and cheek. "—Will you watch me next week?"

"Why?"

"Because—fuck—I want to see you there."

And your smile then curls into a wide grin and he could say that your expression was as bright as the sun with how it beams, "Where's the magic word? Please?"

"..."

"Okay, okay, chill. I was just messing around," You pressed a kiss on his forehead as a form of apology for teasing him too much and you couldn't miss out the way his wrinkled visage soothes.

Silence didn't even last for a second when you spoke once again:

"Do you think you could let me do your makeup sometimes?"

"If you don't mess up, go ahead."

At this point, he just lets you do as you please.

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orangelemonsstuff · 1 year ago

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Rose Android

Automation!Au Riddle x Scavenger!Reader

Summary: You found a disembodied head of an Android and put him back together again only to get a strict, rule follower, android to help you around

Tags: Angst & Fluff

this au is credits to @jackplushie

Is this how it's going to end?

he did well didn't he? so why did his mother threw him away?

he performed tasks perfectly, he did what she asked, he installed essential modules through his system to become knowledgeable, he became a perfect android for her so why..?

he only wished for her to have a freedom to go outside. that's all what he wished for.

"This one kept acting up on its own whether i order it or not, yes i did modify it to have it's own intelligence yet, it somehow remained lacking in... well perfection."

just to go outside to sightsee, is not perfection

What exactly should he do to reach her eyes? to show her he is perfect in everyway, he's the perfect android she created.

he didn't ask for anything big or extravagant, he just asked to see how the world is really outside.

"take it, sell it, do whatever you want with it. I have no more use for it anymore. although i do like how he look his face plate might be useful- ah nevermind leave his head alone in that big scrap dump site i just have another copy anyway and i feel that it's much better."

ah he remembers it, how painful it was when they ripped and torn his limbs apart, how of his torso was ripped apart from his head. his wired nerves still can feel it till this time and his creator, his mother. just watched how he get violated

but how could he even call her a mother when she wasn't even one?

maybe calling her 'mother' that one time is the reason why she threw him away, he had just learned what that word is he didn't mean to call her that at all

maybe that was his flaw.

since an assistant bot like him can be cheap and affordable his system stored in his head is technically useless to those scavengers but of course they didn't give his body any peace.

but his main system left in his head is still active, he couldn't even make out the muddy clouded sky with the warnings and notice prompt up to his eyes. still aware of the pain

the outside world is terrible. he shouldn't have asked to be here at all. so he could be with her still.

but-

was he really that useless and hated, his moth- creator had to call those scavengers to separate his parts that way?

maybe she found joy in his suffering after all

he doesn't know anymore. his mother completely abandoned him, thrown away in this dump, unloved.

his eyelids twitched, he felt something he had never felt ever. what was that called again? he couldn't remember without his code that installed his knowledge of everything. but it was something fiery and annoying, something he wishes to completely eliminate and get rid of.

"..ou see that?" someone is near

his left ear is the only thing that can hear his other is much more and completely damaged to the point of no use

but with the use of it he can hear the scattering, clanging of metal rubbish, as the steps get closer and closer. it seem like they weren't alone and talking to someone still he can't figure out what is since the steps are lone.

he can feel them, a human.

he couldn't see them at all, he could make out figure but they're not clear not as clear as the pop ups infront of his eyes

"...ain capacitor in his neck is still attached" system nerves that still works behind his skin felt rubber gloved hands carress him, and immediately flip it over rather gently

"can you speak?" he didn't answer, he can't. not that he would either he swore that he'll only follow the orders of his creator

the person continued to examine him flipping it over and over again while humming in a satisfied way

"hmm... i don't think i can sell this one" for some reason he felt satisfied that an imbecile of a scavenger can't get a use of his remaining parts at all

"--hy are.. you.."

"-have an idea" the voice recognition in his left is starting to give up as well yet he swore he could hear another voice together with the scavenger.

those were the words he lastly heard before he completely shut down, his whole system is giving up on him too, seconds remained on the last pop ups before he completely dies out. this is it

this is how it'll end after all

oh well, at least no one can said he didn't wish for his mother's praise and love at all

the only wish this android had.

to be loved and free.

Scanning... Complete!

Audio: Working.True

Vision: Working.True

Arms: Access.True/Left.accessible.incompatible/Right.accesible

Legs: Access.True/Left.accessible/Right.accesible.incompatible

Information Code: None, Consider Installing.

Android is: Stable to perform tasks

Overall Stability: Moderate. Please Change Parts to Compatibility.

he opened his eyes.

the mechanic buzz of his insides worked once again, his eyes weren't as sharp as before but he could see clear and properly, his ears were all working and he could feel his arms and legs once again.

what- how-

he's supposed to be alrwady gone weren't he? how did he get his body back? wasn't he a disembodied head earlier? he was supposed to fade into darkness or die as they should say!

he sight blurred few times before focusing, on the person sitting behind the screen of his charging station, sleeping peacefully

"Oi! he's alive, HEY! wake up" a grey android cat jumped into the persons stomach knocking them awake, coughing.

this person is...human.

when did his eyes had a scanner? or maybe it was intuition that had that conclusion. no, his eyes definitely upgraded to have a scanner. it showed him their vital points, their blood type, and other medical terms a doctor should see when checking up a person. did his new eyes came from a nurse bot? oh dear.

"Grim... that hurts... you should really remember you're not an actual cat" you held your stomach, recoiling in pain before looking up at him. your eyes brightened at the sight of his consciousness

"See! he's awake!" 'Grim' jumped down on your lap as you propered yourself up to stand and walk over to him

you removed the glass top capsule to remove him, discharging him off the port. with incompatibility of his right leg he fell right into their arms, yet you catch him perfectly fine. he didn't know if he was heavy or light that you weren't t falling when coming contact at him.

"Are you alright?" you asked sitting him down in a nearby office chair. he didn't answer

"hmm... I'm pretty sure your voice capacitor is still intact, how come you can't speak at all?" He still didn't answer. during his time on his creator's residence he wasn't allowed to make contact with the other doctors and scientists since he is only his creator's assistant even if he desire to talk to the others, she would shy him away from them. scolding him he should focus on his own studies.

"do you think his voice is still working?" Grim asked, paw up his chin

"it's still attached of course it is still working, HE just wouldn't speak" that's right, it'd be a rule breachment if he did talk to you. his creator would be mad at him if he does.

his creator?

his mother.

that doesn't feel right. he couldn't remember why he feels this strong edge on him, he's definitely not with her right now but he doesn't feel the desire to come back to her either.

"how bout turning it off n' on again? might work" The cat suggest as it climbed off the office chair near him

"i had reset him earlier already so no complications would impact his system but he still looks off doesn't he?" You said crouching down to meet his eyes but he yet to look down even more to avoid it

"yeah he's really different from the bodiless head before, good thing you managed to put him together with spare parts" Grim observed him sitting slouched down as you tilt your head in wonder, for some reason he looked like he doesn't have that much energy considering how he is positioned but his battery remained full

he also pondered and wondered something too

what exactly have you done to him? where did you find these body parts? you even managed to reset him without his actual body. HOW EXACTLY DID YOU MAKE HIM WORK AGAIN?

"yeah but still i think one his legs are incompatible, maybe i should shut down him again and remove both to che-"

".....the right one." he interjected, interrupting you before you get the idea of doing some procedures on his body without notice, it would be very unnerving to have both of his legs gone again

"It spoke./He spoke!!" Grim and You said in synchrony as you lift his head up with both of your hands

it's warm, you're warm like how a human should be.

you snickered as you prop him up properly again "try not put your head down too low from now on, your head or eyeballs might fall off" What.

the cap of the glass capsule he was in earlier was conveniently placed infront of him, it was so reflective he could see himself sitting so... poised

it was his turn to examine himself next

his face is stil the same as before, his eyes are the same color as what he has before the scavengers took it. he noticed a ribbon tightly attached to his collar, as if to stuck his head to the torso. he's wearing something similar to what a person would wear in a baroque tea party. the outfit is assorted in white, black, yellow and red accessories like the cape covering his back, the white rose corsage dripping in red, the sash draped on his waist and lastly, the golden crown on top of his head. he's dressed like a display doll rather than a assistant bot.

you notice how he tapped around his body trying to figure out what's up with the clothing you gave him

"do you like it? It was Grim that suggested i dress you that way, he said it fits your face" He don't know? he doesn't have a an opinion about it, what kind of android would be?

"Did you just played dress up with my body-- err head?" he asked frowning at you two with his eyebrows striking together.

"we didn't just dress you for fun though, well there might be a little fun in the process BUT THE POINT IS-"

"The point is, these garments serves purpose on holding you together so your body won't disassemble" You said as you look directly at his black grey eyes, those eyes really fit him.

you stood up from your position and went to your work table. picking up a staff that fabulously carved and designed.

"from now on you would be frail and delicate as a rose, that's why... here!" you hand him the staff hesitantly, hoping it'd be lightweight enough for him to carry

"you'll need it to get up and down the stairs or support your body if you have the feel to explore." you say, watching him examine the staff carefully

"but you still need to be careful until i found proper parts for your body, limit your movements okay?" you noticed how he looked a tad bit sad, he looks like a sad hedgehog

"Don't worry, I'm not forbidding you to go free on your own now, do whatever you want just as long you'd be careful so you won't fall-" you stopped talking when his gloves hand gripped the fabric of your shirt

"why exactly did you fix me? assuming this is your workplace and you are actually a mechanic, i didn't even have a body left anymore yet you still... " his mechanical voice startled you

"well, you're still working aren't you? it'd be such a waste now if a good android like you get discarded to no return" you held his gloved hand lifting it up to your face

"Do you have a name i can call you? hopefully i didn't reset your memory that much that you forgot it" you chuckled as your rub your fingers on his knuckles

it took him a few minutes to search his memory on what his creator used to call him before mumbling "....Riddle." and looking away from you

"Riddle right? then let me properly introduce myself.... and that gremlin over there is Grim" you snicker at the offended look of your android cat with your comment

"I, scavenger of the Ramshackle Lab, welcome you back to the world Riddle." your smile alone had made promises to him. taking your hand would mean he'll trust you like how he is to his creator

how could he not trust the one who fixed him?

you learned the hard way that Riddle had his own artificial intelligence even if he didn't got a code, when you found out he actually came from the Rosehearts Pharmaceuticals Enterprise AND the personal assistant bot to Mrs. Rosehearts herself you were to shocked you started to shriek, he scolded at you for being too loud at the information, although the restart you did at him did affect his memories and he can't seem to remember how exactly did he end up in a dumpsite where you don't usually explore it didn't affect his intelligence at all.

it was proven whenever he helps you at your workshop when you fix up Ace and Deuce or him alone, recommending tips on how to properly mend thr androids you keep

For some reason he is happy when you gave that house rulebook to him which he forcefully made the other androids to follow most of the times when you're around or not. you recommended him that he should tone down his strictness since it interferes with your work sometimes.

he did follow it and to your relief, cut the androids skme slack but of course the strictness was now directed at you. he's little bit of a worrywart, making sure you follow your schedule properly you definitely once assumed he'd cut your head off if you don't. you didn't mind, it's just his instinct to be a an assistant after all

other than that you were also happy he finally got along with the other especially at the HRTSLBYL Androids you assigned him to watch over. he's been really helpful

so why did Mrs.Rosehearts throw him out again? even worser he literally didn't have a body when you found him, yes of course the Rosehearts Enterprise is a huge deal, they have a lot of money to buy new androids to help them, but Riddle is likely stuck with her most of the times and some of his memories are from when he was helping her with work.

why exactly did Mrs. Rosehearts threw him away? let him be scavenged even.

is it because of his awareness?

a lot of androids you took in had their own mind of some sort, they have their own personalities and such but it never really bothered you since you finally had human like company surrounds you and not just soulless robots that follows around but is it really because of that awareness they get discarded for?

you look at him arguing with the two HRTSLBYL androids on the garden from the distance, his heels and staff sink to the ground in his fury targeted at Ace and Deuce.

maybe it's because they act more human than actual humans does.

"Why you little- The rules said-"

"I'm so happy you three are getting along" you walk over to them, chuckling at their antics

Riddle sighed, Ace and Deuce on the other hand brightens up and ran over to you complaining about Riddle being strict again

"They wouldn't even try cutting the hedge of the bushes, im trying to lecture them to do their jobs as androids." he scold, you laughed

"Cut us some slack Riddle, it's not like those bushes are going to be a tree and plus our battery drains out faster isn't that right?" Ace slinged his over your shoulder and ultimately clung to you wih a smug face that mafe Riddle fume even more

"Get your hands off them and do your job already OR ELSE IT'LL BE OFF WITH YOUR HEAD WITH THESE SHEARS" he turned red as the other two squeaked and ran off inside the house.

"What did i say about being to tight on those two? i know they are your favorite to drill on but still..."

"Hmph, it is only you that tolerates those twos behavior. my suggestion would be disciplining them to be proper androids to protect you or even help around" and now he's lecturing you, its this way how he acts is the reason why Ace and Deuce do more effort on avoiding him rather than following him

"It's alright Riddle, trust me. there's more things they can do other than gardening and helping around here." you try to convince him

"i don't get why you are in their defense, they don't follow rules at all." he contradict

"Rules are meant to be broken after all"

"no, they aren't. they are made to be followed"

"Come on now, Rules are ridiculous. i bet there's even a rule on that rulebook about one should not lay down on this very grassfield because it's forbidden"

"actually-" Riddle stops when he you suddenly plopped down on the ground laying face up the sky like a deadman

"HEY!! ARE YOU ALRIGHT!?" he panicked as he crouched down immediately at your levek trying to check you vitals inside his scanning eyes, his panic reside when you brightly laughed

"so there is one huh? i wonder who wrote that Rulebook" you grinned

"huh?"

"Actually, Sam from the store sold me it. it doesn't belong to this house in the first place"

"HUH!?" His shocked face is funny. he's really ridiculous

"Come on Riddle, lay down. it feels nice" you say breathing in the fresh air of your garden you could hardly smell in the streets of a nearby android dumpsite

"O-okay..." he laid down besides you, carefully. he lets his staff roll on his side not far from his reach, you must've been working hard that you dozed off almost immediately after laying down and inviting him. he in the other hand rolled over to your side to watch you sleep the world away, completely ignorant of his presence.

but it's you

the one who didn't give up on him and worked on hours trying to find compatible parts for him, the one to let him be free to leave whenever he want, free to make his own choices, free to decided what path he'll take.

your personality, your appearance, your condition that he ever worries about on. that's what makes you his favorite human

a human that he likes the most

you made him feel emotions a normal Android wouldn't feel, you were the one he'll promise to protect forever.

the human he loves the most.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst scenarios #twst fanfic #twst x reader #twst grim #twst riddle rosehearts #twst riddle x reader #twst riddle #twst riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts #automation au

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steddieunderdogfics · 3 months ago

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This week’s writer spotlight feature is: Afewproblems! @afewproblems has 17 fics in the Stranger Things fandom and 16 of them are in the Steddie tag!

Our anonymous nominator recommends the following works by @afewproblems:

The World is Upside Down (The King has Lost his Crown)

You Can Only Remember What You Want To Forget

A Quiet Confession

Essential Songs to Woo a Metal Head

A Clear and Present Threat of Tongue

"I love Linz and her writing. Even though she's not as active as she once was, I think she should still be celebrated. As a fandom, we tend stop interacting with authors when they aren't actively making fic, and that's disheartening." -- Anonymous

Below the cut, @afewproblems answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

I love the ship! I think it’s mostly to do with the characters and the romantic archetypes they represent. You have two people from different worlds, different social stratas, and completely different personalities that still find common ground in one another. It’s Grease, Wuthering Heights, Titanic -these characters not only balance one another out, but they challenge one another to rethink their preconceived notions about the other. Plus, for that one forrest scene in the Upsidedown to have inspired an entire ship and fanon about these two - chefs kiss, 10/10.

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

Oh there are so many! For Steddie specifically though, I really like reading stories that explore the fanon around Steve’s not so great childhood. I process a lot of my own stuff through fan works so reading about Steve going through the same thing and managing to create his own found family and finding love hits hard in the best way.

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

Hmm I don't know if it's so much a trope as it would be considered a genre for fan fiction but I love to write hurt/comfort and angst -angst is my bread and butter! Nothing better than putting your blorbo in an emotionally fraught state and then having someone hold them for a little while.

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

I could be honest, I could be human by GerryStAmour. The angst, top notch, the descriptions are so well done! The writing is so great, please check Gerry out as a writer, his works are incredible! I also really love the Cousin!AU by @strangersteddierthings her work is absolutely incredible, please check her stuff out!!

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

Hmm Possibly soulmates I think or soulmarks would be very cool!

What is your writing process like?

So i’ll normally get an idea and kind of turn it around in my head over and over until I can't stop thinking about it and have to get it on the page. Then the snippet or scene will begin to grow and take on more of a life of its own, it's like ‘okay this scene is great, but how did we get here’ kind of thing, that makes me want to flesh out the idea which in turn makes the story and characters expand and grow. I never plot out the whole story before starting, I let it grow from a starting point and let the story kind of take the direction that it needs to go in.

Do you have any writing quirks?

I typically write with Steve as the main character going through as much pain as possible!

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?

I try to get a few chapters written out before I post my fic, I find it a bit easier to keep myself motivated that way. I don't think I'd be able to keep up with a schedule.

Which fic are you most proud of?

I'm definitely proud of all of them but I think the first Steddie fic that I spent several months on, Warm My Cold and Tired Heart, is still one that I am incredibly proud of and really happy with how it turned out. It was my big jumping off point for the rest of my fics and love for the pairing - which is another point in it's favour!

How did you get the idea for You Can Only Remember What You Want To Forget?

It was inspired by a blend of two prompts in an ask from the awesome @zerokrox-blog “Things you forgot to say and things you were forced to say”. The prompt was a challenge to mix but I wanted to have one prompt reflect Eddie and the other reflect Steve. Eddie forgot to tell Steve the truth and Steve was forced to simply react. The story completely took on a life of its own after that though and quickly snowballed!

When writing You Can Only Remember What You Want To Forget, what was something you didn’t expect?

The table! It was a bit of a throwaway line about the Hellfire club noticing the crack and worrying that they damaged the table, only for it to culminate in Eddie’s apology and confession to Steve when he fixed it. Probably one of the best little ‘Setup’ and ‘Payoff’ moments I’ve ever attempted.

What inspired A Quiet Confession?

This was also inspired by a ask prompt that came in from an anonymous user, ‘You weren't supposed to hear that’. i loved the angst potential of someone saying just how much you love someone, while worrying they don't feel the same for you. Juxtaposing that with the intimacy that normally comes with napping with you partner and you have A Quiet Confession.

What was your favorite part to write from A Clear and Present Threat of Tongue?

Definitely the confession scene. The whole fic was based on the episode from New Girl where Jess and Nick kiss for the very first time and I loved writing down the garbled speech that Nick says when he stumbles over his words. I just had to give that to Eddie - it fit way too well!

How do/did you feel writing Essential Songs to Woo a Metal Head?

I was excited to explore the idea of Eddie completely distrusting Steve and his intentions, which would be fair for the 80s ya know? Why would Eddie believe that a jock and former prom king was being sincere with him, but having Eddie make this mistake and having to turn to the classic 80s rom-com trope of the grand gesture -I loved it! Having Eddie use music the same way that Steve did to confess his feelings originally? I was super happy that it came back around, full circle. (I also worked pretty hard on the music choices for Steve's mixtape so I am so happy people liked this one!)

What was the most difficult part of writing The World is Upside Down (The King has Lost his Crown)?

There were several difficult parts with writing this story, one was figuring out which scenes from the show should be included or left out for the story to make sense and still flow nicely. I didn’t want to spend too much time rewriting scenes to fit the canon divergence but at the same time there were several important scenes that needed to remain in the story for Eddie to specifically react to. Handling Nancy’s character was also difficult but very rewarding. I don’t hate Nancy as a character but I do find her challenging to write. I didn’t want to paint her as a villain either, she cares for Steve greatly but they couldn’t be what the other needed. It was hard to do her character justice but it was really rewarding to get her right - in my opinion.

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

I think the scene where Steve smashes the plate in You Can Only Remember What You Want To Forget is up there for me in terms of one of my favourite scenes. Having Steve just completely breakdown, feeling like he's not in control of himself and how frightening that is. It was cool to explore these incredibly intense emotions and having both Robin and Eddie be there to help him process these feelings without looking at him any differently was so so important. It showcased how Robin and Eddie are the two people that Steve could trust with his darkest moments and still love him. Ugh! Still love it so much!

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

Oh! I do have a new project that I am working on, I shared a small snippet a few weeks ago but I will be very excited to share the first part soon. It is a Season Three AU exploring what might have happened if Steve and Eddie met in Starcourt mall that fateful summer of 1985. I’ve also been doing some writing for the Psych fandom to get back into writing after a long dry spell, it’s been pretty fun to explore those characters as well!

Thank you to our author, @afewproblems, and our anonymous nominator! See more of Afewproblems's works featured on our page throughout the day!

Writer’s Spotlight is every Wednesday! Want to nominate an author? You can nominate them here!

#writer's spotlight #writer's wednesday #steddie #steddie fic recs #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #stranger things #ao3 writer #steddie writers

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thelargefrye · 2 years ago

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LOVE & SMOKE … drabble

pairing : seonghwa x f!reader (background poly ateez)

genre : rocker au, fluff

warnings : seonghwa smokes, hwa and y/n are in fucking love, heated make-out

tag list : @kangskims @watamotee33 @seungcheolswife @cvpitvno @miriamxsworld

you wake up and find seonghwa not in bed, so you venture around the apartment until you find him.

you felt colder than usually when you woke up. it made you let out a small groan as you pulled the covers to your chin. your hands then reach out to feel for your boyfriend only to hit empty space next to you.

you frown before you finally open your eyes to see he’s not in bed. you sit up and look around to see he’s not even in the room. however, you see that san is on your other side, back to you.

carefully you slip out of bed as to not wake san before walking out of the bedroom. in retrospect you probably should have just stayed in bed to wait for seonghwa; however, knowing he wasn’t in bed was what was going to stop you from falling back asleep.

venturing down the small hallway, you can quickly tell he’s not in the bathroom or any other room, so you make your way to the living room.

you find seonghwa sitting by the windowsill, cigarette between his lips, and byeol curled up next to him. seonghwa turns his head and gives you a lopsided smile, his cigarette now hanging between his fingers as he blows smoke out the window.

“hey pretty girl, what are you doing up?” he asks when you come and sit next to him.

“couldn’t sleep, you weren’t there and it was cold,” you tell him as you let your head rest against his arm.

seonghwa let’s out a small laugh as he puts the cigarette back between his lips to take another puff.

“you know san hates it when you smoke,” you tell him, but the male only hums in response. “i don’t like it either,” you confess, “you’re killing yourself with it and it makes me sad.”

“i know, baby, it’s just something i can’t stop,” he confesses himself as he finally puts the cigarette out and blows the last bit of smoke out the window. “that’s why i only do it when you both are asleep now,” he adds before he pulls you to straddle his lap.

you look at him, before letting your hands roam up and down his arms before you let one of your hands start to trace some of his tattoos on his right arm.

as you are tracing his arm, you notice and empty space on skin that isn’t tattooed and furrow your eyebrows. “what’s this, hwa?”

“hmm? oh, i left that space open for you and san,” he tells you making your heart flutter.

“it’s in… it’s in the shape of a heart,” you say tracing the heart that was created by his other tattoos.

“because you both, and the others, own my heart and i’ve always been told i wear my heart of my sleeve,” he tells you.

you look up from his arm to see he’s already looking at you. you can’t help but to kiss him, almost immediately crashing your lips to his and you taste the cigarette he was just smoking.

you press yourself as close as possible to your boyfriend, your hands fisting the back of his tank top while his own hands fist your shirt as well. seonghwa then begins to slowly have you move your hips against his. the friction causing you to let out little moans as you continue.

“i love you so much, my beautiful y/n,” he says as he pulls away from you breathless. you can see the adoration in his eyes and the look alone makes your heart flutter.

“i love you too, hwa, so, so much. my whole being yearns for you,” you confess as his hands sneak under your shirt which causes goosebumps to form in his wake.

“what are you two doing, come back to bed,” san’s voice snaps you both out of your trance of each other. you look behind seonghwa to see your other boyfriend standing sleepily at the living room entrance, his body leaning against the wall.

“i’m coming, sannie,” you say pulling away from your eldest boyfriend in order to walk over to san.

“are you coming, hwa?” san calls out as he immediately wraps his arms around you.

“you two go ahead, i’ll join you in a second,” he says and san nods before you both head back to the bedroom.

seonghwa is quick to close the window and clean out his ashtray before putting it up. he then joins you both in the bedroom where he sees you and san already cuddled under the covers. san looks like he’s already asleep and you are just tipping on verge of it.

you smile as seonghwa lays down next to you. the covers being pulled up to your chins as allow your two boyfriends to cuddle close to you as they sandwich you between their warmth.

“love you,” you say, eyes getting heavy before you finally let them close.

the last thing you hear is seonghwa whispering, “love you, too,” before sleep welcomes you.

#loserline.#poly ateez x reader #ateez x reader #ateez blurbs #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez fluff #ateez seonghwa x reader #seonghwa x reader #poly ateez #ateez ninth member #idol!reader #polyteez.

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gardenerian · 3 months ago

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yay! yayyyy! tagged by @energievie @guinguin1984 @gallawitchxx @wehangout and @mmmichyyy for a tag game! yall know i love a tag game 🥰 ty for thinking of me 🍅

name and ao3 handle: mel, melwritesthings

current location: my office 💀

favorite picrew (don't have one? you can skip this or do this one)? i quite liked this one and this one!

that bird never fails to make me laugh. what a fool. what an absolute fool.

what's one thing you want in a picrew? well. since no picrews let me do my thomas jefferson low bun, i guess it's the ability for a round face!

favourite thing you’ve created (or seen created) for the fandom? i've been having a fun time with gifs again! otherwise, i reread my HOS rewrite recently and let me say... they should have called me. also my 5+1 collection! treasured. (also i am very much digging what i am working on right now......)

why is it your favourite? hmmm. i just remember the creativity of those days so fondly. it felt like i was writing something new every day and it was the most fun. i am starting to feel bits of that again and it's wonderful 😌

did it come easily or was it hard to create? at the time, it all came so easily! i move a little more slowly these days 😂

last ao3 fic you commented on? i am having so much fun catching up on fic! recently it was touch/starved and the things we throw away.

biggest WIP heartache you’ve ever experienced? omg lol. there is a fic in a fandom that will not be named that i started reading as a teenager askldfh as in it's on FF.NET BABY and it left off at a critical moment 16 chapters in. i think about it constantly. i went and did my yearly check a few weeks ago, actually, and the author is REWRITING IT. so my biggest heartache is also my biggest victory 😇

favorite trope or head canon you like included in a fanfic? it's like choosing between my children..... lately i am reading a lil friends to lovers... a lil mutual pining...... it's delish 😋

least favourite? uuuuhhMmMMmmm hmm. i am very selective about my kid fics. also mpreg. not for me, thank you.

secret or surprising kink or trope? trope... i think i have said before that i surprised myself with being really into dystopian AUs? give me some post-apocalyptic world building and i am so there. as for kink..... that's for me to know 😇

describe how you feel after you’ve created something new? WE STILL GOT IT 🥳✨🔥😜🎉🥂🌈😤💪🏻💯

top hype man you have that always helps you get across the finish line: shout out to the hottest people i know, who are always psyched about everything and who have some of my favorite thoughts ❤️

it's been a bad day, you turn to the fandom and you _____? scroll the dash, reread a favorite fic or two, maybe click around in photoshop, chat with the pals about sweet and silly and spicy things!

this one was sweet! i love it here 🥰 tagging @deedala @catgrassplantdad @heymrspatel @celestialmickey @howlinchickhowl @whatwouldmickeydo @darlingian @palepinkgoat @crossmydna @too-schoolforcool (apologies if you have already done this! also hello i love you!)

#i want to stay here and hang out #*blink 182 voice* work sux 😠#tagged

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wylde-lore · 11 months ago

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Cosmic Indifference - a Murder Drones AU

Let's start things off by taking a step back. We are stuck in a hole beneath the ice and stone. It's boring here. Let's see the sights this planet has to offer.

...Hmm, strange. Did Uzi and her crew get smaller? Well, it's probably nothing to worry about.

Let's take another step back. Copper 9 implies that it's the 9th planet in this system. What are the others like? Do they have Drones? Are they plagued by Disassembly Drones and Solver infections?

Ok, the main cast is definitely smaller now. As if they're... becoming insignificant the farther back we go. But we can't stop now.

Another step back. The Copper system is but a singular solar system among untold trillions, and each and every one has its own stories. The traumas our favorite Drones face are so small from up here.

But what if we went even further? Now we are among not just the universe, but the multiverse. What manner of cosmic beings - gods, even - are out here? How do they perceive the Solver? Is it a great threat to them? Or is it a mere blip in the grand scheme of things? Uzi, N, V, J, Tessa, Khan, Nori, Yeva, Cyn, they are all mere specks of dust from up here, floating adrift in an unfeeling and uncaring universe. And, when you think about it, that's what they are; clumps of cosmic stardust created and given sentience by other dust clumps.

This world is indifferent to the plights of mortals. The gods do not care for the Drones, if they even know they're there. They are wrapped up in grander things. But what are these grander things? By studying the multiverse and the cosmic beings that govern its rules, what can we learn?

What happens when we embrace the Eldritch Truth?

Hihihi! <3 I hope you liked my little intro.

I'm Mod Andy (no that is not my real name) and I've created this blog to share an AU of mine - one that focuses less on the local setting of the show and more on the greater universe that it lives in.

I got a LOT of special interests and my silly little Autism brain won't let me make this AU without cross-contaminating the AU with other stuff that fascinate me, so watch out for stuff like crossovers with other things I like, magic, modern fantasy in general, body horror, lovecraftian horror, eldritch horror, cosmic horror, and good old fashioned existentialism.

In case you can't tell I REALLY like horror. If that's not your cup of tea, I can respect that. I also recommend you start running as far away from me as you can, and as fast as you can.

Now, because I'm not a monster, probably, I will tag my post with the necessary trigger warnings if needed. If I missed a warning on a post, please don't be afraid to let me know.

Oh, and one more thing before I let you go! You can actually find this AU alive and active over on my RP blog, @ask-wylde-and-co. There's also @storytime-with-dr-wylde if you want lore in a story format, and for ooc stuff you can check out my main, @how-and-why-do-i-know-this!

That should be everything for now. I'll see you all later in your nightmares! <3

#murder drones #murder drones au #cosmic indifference #murder drones rp #wylde lore #Youtube

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911-on-abc · 1 year ago

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for the wip tag 7 and 8 👀

hi anon!! thank you for the ask

#7. abandoned Secret Service AU

ah the Secret Service AU, my white whale. I originally developed it for another fandom but it just never worked, so when I got into 9-1-1 I was like oh!! Eddie slots really well into this -- his canon backstory matched the backstory I created -- My plan was to have Eddie be the Governor of Texas, already widowed, and the rest of the 118 would make up his secret service detail during the last leg of the campaign. Buck would've saved Chris during a flash-flood in Austin, Texas à la tsunami. Eddie getting shot in the show folded in really well.

The only problem was that it was really out of character. I could never see Eddie as a politician, plus dude had a mental breakdown over Ana, he could not run a country!! I would also have to age him up and change all this other stuff. Basically, it would've be too difficult for me to suspend my disbelief to make this all work. C'est la vie.

#8. 9-1-1 What If (S7 spec script)

I'm sooo glad you asked about this one!!!! Ahh! I love reading scripts and I find writing them to be very natural bc I always focus on dialogue and blocking first and then build the scene & prose around it.

After S6 ended, I started thinking about what I wanted to see for S7 and wrote a couple scenes. Every season starts with a big event/disaster and I decided that season 7 would start with a cruise liner crash at the LA Port (Athena and Bobby were not on it!! although... hmm...)

There are some Buddie moments in the first episode to set up their relationship arc (couch shopping! couch shopping! couch shopping!), but my favorite scene so far is this madney scene:

INT. MADDIE AND CHIMNEY’S HOUSE - DAY MADDIE and CHIMNEY are sitting at their kitchen table, covered in wedding planning materials. CHIMNEY holds up swatches of fabric to show MADDIE.

CHIMNEY Okay, tell me which tablecloth you like better. MADDIE I don’t know, Howie, they all look the same to me. CHIMNEY No, they are clearly different. This one has a cooler tone and this one has a warmer tone.

MADDIE does not look impressed.

CHIMNEY. Come on Maddie this stuff is important. MADDIE You should just let my brother help you with this. He cares much more about this wedding stuff than me. CHIMNEY No way. I am not letting ‘Clipboard Buck’ anywhere near my wedding. MADDIE He can’t be that bad. CHIMNEY That man is a menace to society when he has a checklist. MADDIE Chimney, the color of the tablecloth or type of centerpieces don’t matter to me. All that matters is having you and Jee-Yun with me.

CHIMNEY looks at his fiancee with a besotted expression on his face. After a beat, he turns in the direction of the living room holding up the pair of swatches.

CHIMNEY Hen, which color do you like better? Snowy Fields or Vanilla Cream?

HEN is laying on the ground with her new foster child, [NAME], approx. [age]. JEE-YUN is with them, playing with toys.

HEN Nah, do not get me involved in this. My wife planned our wedding, both times. This is her area of expertise, not mine.

The door bursts open with KAREN holding bags filled to the brim with wedding supplies. She has a wild expression on her face.

(I'm going to cut it off here!! I hope you like!)

this is part of the wip tag game! if you like any of them, send me an ask!!

#Sarah writes #Buddie wip #911 fox #911 abc #911 wip #Buddie #tag games #madney #Madney wip #maddie buckley #chimney han #howard chimney han #howard han #hen wilson #henrietta hen wilson #if any 911 writers are on Tumblr contact me AFTER the strike lmao #let me join the writers room!!!#I will make Buddie canon #asdfghjkl

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gfcasserole · 8 months ago

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For the fic ask game: 🔪, ❄️, 🐝

�� ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

Hmm probably how quickly Earth would be incinerated if the sun died and how much time humans would potentially have if we had a warning system based on (insert science i learned and then forgot). It wasn't a lot y'all. Like minutes.

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

That is so hard. Like, I'm writing most of my dream theme/plots already bc I'm of the firm belief that you should create what you want to see, ya know? But, if I had to choose, I'd say I have this idea for kacchako cyberpunk au with heart-of-gold thief Ochako running from augmented cop Katsuki until she ultimately converts him to her cause and they work together to make things right. I've had it for years but it feels completely out of my comfort zone, and I think if I had to choose someone to write it, I'd choose @cslong09 because the theme of my idea is humanity and what it means + capitalism destroys it, paired with the oversaturation of tech in society. I know she would hit those nails right on the head with all the feels I'm picturing and I can imagine the story in her style of writing perfectly.

🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

Honestly I feel like I'm so lucky bc our community is generally pretty uplifting, and I'm still blown away by the support I've received over the years but I gotta call out @ostenreal & @cvenomtai bc man do they let me scream in their dms about ideas and they've both been such good friends. They help and hype me up a lot 💖

Gin is such an amazing beta and has really helped me grow as a writer.

Tai has the best reactions/comments and showers me with love and praise that just make me giddy (and also blush bc ~compliments~)

#kacchako #fanfiction #writers #ask game #ask

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artekai · 1 year ago

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tag game (Horizon)

Thanks @nerd-artist for tagging me!! I am flattered :3

1. ride or die ship (your otp): GAIA/Lis ❤️ I felt so validated when Sylens said the "two moms" thing, you have no idea.

2. most annoying ship: I plead the fifth

3. second favourite ship: Erevad! I never considered them until I read a really good fic about them and I was sold lol.

4. favourite platonic relationship: Hmm 🤔 I really enjoy Aloy & Sylens :D I missed him a lot in HFW (given he wasn't in our Focus any longer). mlm-wlw hostility real. Also, Aloy & Gildun and Aloy & Morlund are both very sweet but I suppose they have similar vibes lol.

5. underrated ship: Any of the ones I mentioned lol, I feel like they don't get as much love as others, haha. Which is understandable because it makes sense to gravitate more towards the GAIA gang! But other than that 🤔 I think Aloy/Zo and Aloy/Alva are pretty cute and underrated, even if I don't exactly ship them myself c:

6. overrated ship: I plead the fifth

7. one thing i would change in canon: *side eyes HFW hard*

Just one thing, though? I'd have to concur with most of the people I've seen do this tag game so far and say it's Varl's death. I'm pissed about that.

8. something canon did right: Other people have also mentioned it before me, but I think Horizon's writing excels at the datapoints. Just slowly having to figure out the past, putting the pieces together, getting glimpses of the tragedies (and the little joys) that once happened in those places, filling in the blanks... The environmental storytelling is amazing 👌. The intrigue, the curiosity, the mystery. It really scratches the urge to explore abandoned places and imagine what it was life was like for the people who once lived in them, so close yet so far away. HZD really did it well with the Zero Dawn facilities and I think HFW captured that magic again with Thebes. I crave more of that.

9. a thing i'm proud of creating for the fandom PLEASE BRAG ABOUT YOURSELF I WANT TO SEE/READ YOUR ART: I'm not sure I can say anything I make is "for the fandom" since I only make OC stuff 😭 Believe me, I want to be more integrated in the fandom, but not as much as I want to focus on the blorbos from my brain 😔

I guess I can mention To Err is Human, my vampire AU fic, since, if all goes according to plan, that should be relatively fairly split between my OCs and canon characters. Sorry that it's taken me so long to update tho :( As for art, please look at my man :) And here he is again with my favorite Aloy I've drawn lol. I also still really like this one! Also this. And this. And this. And

I've realized I could go on all day actually so I'll stop myself now lol.

10. a character who is perfect to me (wouldn't change a thing): Sylens. I love him, crimes and all.

11. the character I relate to the most and why: Beta. Something something about characters who have the same neuroses as you but in their world their neuroses are justified (sigh). And Gildun! His quest in Burning Shores really grabbed me by the throat, oof. In some ways I also relate to Aloy but not as much, I think.

12. character(-s) i hate the most and why: Well, I could just name the usuals, Ted Faro, the Ceo, Lansra, etc. But they're the characters we're meant to hate, so, ironically, it doesn't feel right to say I hate them, you know? I appreciate a well-crafted villain, and I definitely appreciate their role in the narrative. So, do I really hate them? Yes but actually no.

It's like that one post that goes "I don't care if a villain is redeemable or not but by god please make them interesting." I would be lying if I said I wasn't at least a little bit insane about the likes of Faro and the Ceo lol, so I'd say they did their job. I actually enjoy them being in the narrative.

As for the Zeniths... I used to just hate them straight up, not just for what we're meant to hate them, but for what they did to the narrative. I then started my quick descent into madness until I came to love to hate them lol. But I still think they deserve this spot more than anyone else given that they still make me see red half of the time.

13. something i've learned from the fandom: uhhhhh I'm not sure? Interesting to see the differences between the Persona fandom and the Horizon fandom I guess. In a lot of ways they have the same issues all fandoms have but idk, it's different. I'll leave it at that.

14. three tags i seek out on ao3: I don't really read as much fic as I would like to because of readers' block... But when I do, I feel like I tend to look for Beta-centric stuff. And Nemesis stuff hehe but there's very little of that. I feel like, at least in this fandom, I tend to gravitate more towards genfic instead of ship-heavy stuff. Those aren't three tags but still three things so fair enough.

15. a song i strongly associate with my otp/favourite character: I have a few playlists but I'm not sure any songs in particular jump out to me as much as Sad Machine by Porter Robinson, which has been my quintessential Horizon song from the moment I finished HZD. It still gives me the same chills that going through ELEUTHIA-9 gave me... God, I really wish I could go back to when I was first playing it and experience that feeling again. I might actually cry listening to it now.

Tagging: @banukaihelpme, @cicadaknight, @thatpunnyperson, @snorkeldays and @hartlesshart, but absolutely no pressure to do it! I guess this is more of a [insert your fandom here] thing, so, for any other mutuals who see this, if you wanna do it for your fandom, please tag me as your tagger, I would love to see it 🙏

#tagged for me #ramble #hzd #hfw #long post

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raffaelamusiker · 10 months ago

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Formal request to also ask all of them for the fic ask

(You can't prove it's been a whole month)

Origonal post

What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

‘Not yet’ whispers through the trees and B’Elanna shudders. And I couldn't even tell you why but it's my most favourite <3 From Existing In Your Orbit

What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

Oooh boy. Honestly Rios staying in 2024.

Out of the comments you’ve received on your fics, what are two or three of your favorites?

I recently recieved amazing long comments on my Jemily series and I think they might be my most favourite. Also Jaz's comment on Mercy and the ones where people ask me for more smut because they're so funny.

What is your wildest headcanon?

I wrote a crack fic the other day where Seven drank a Big Gulp without taking a breath so I guess that one.

What’s your ideal writing setup?

Somewhere cosy and no noise.

Do you like to outline your fic first or create as you go?

Depends. For multi-chapter I usually try and have an outline or basis. usually just go with the flow and what kind of fic it is.

Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

“What, and I’m not important enough for you to want to stay?” Raffi shoots back, picking at her nails.

The hand that’s gripping the page of the book in her lap moves quick enough that it rips it before she snaps the book shut loudly. A pang of regret fills her chest at the fact that this is one of Raffi’s books but her frustration takes over everything else.

“Stop putting words in my mouth, Raffi.” Seven stands to walk away. “When have I ever said you aren’t important? If I didn’t want to be here I wouldn’t come.”

“You’ve never said I am important!”

Gasp angst who'd have thought.

Is there a tag you like to search for when looking for fanfics to read?

Only if I'm trying to read a specific fic i've read before. I usually just scroll through all the fics til I find one I want to read again.

Do you like to post fics on a schedule or at random?

Random. Gotta keep you all on your toes you know.

What helps you focus when you write?

Really wish I knew haha.

What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?

This is a hard toss up but it's got to be either Before the Sunrise, Raffaela or Nostalgia

Do you write for yourself, for others, or both?

Both. Writing is cathartic and helps me get out my messy thoughts but also I love sharing things with others.

Why did you start writing fanfic?

To get all these ideas out of my head and to help me mentally.

Which character is your favorite to write?

Hmm...I wonder...

Raffi, of course though Emily will always be my baby too.

Which character is the toughest to write?

Sometimes I find Seven tough from a 3rd person pov, but honestly men are just hard to write lmao

Do you write for multiple fandoms? If yes, what is your favorite fic of yours for each fandom?

Well I've listed my CM and Picard faves already but my Voyager fave is probably A Collective of Four

How often do you read your own fics?

So often lmao.

Do you want to write something outside of fanfiction? If so, what about?

Well me and bestie want to write our AU's into books. Princess and Knight AU and Pirate AU. All wlw of course.

If a movie or show were based on your fic, which fic would you choose and who would you fancast?

All the Saffi fics should be real. Just saying. (Well not all of them...)

What inspires you and your writing?

Stupid dumb characters in my head /affectionate, and talking to others.

Do you research for your fics?

Usually if its needed. And it's usually for small little things.

What fics do you prefer on a scale of canon compliant to wildly original?

Probably in the middle. But I'll read near enough anything tbh.

Do you often write about a relationship or focus on an individual?

I usually focus on one character within a relationship with the relationship surrounding it.

Have you included any sexy scenes in your fics? If yes, do you find them easy or difficult to write?

It depends on the vibe tbh. Sometimes it flows a lot easier than others. I do have to write from a giving position usually though otherwise its hard af lmao.

Is it easier to write angst or fluff?

Angst. I never feel like I get fluff right honestly.

What sort of endings do you prefer to write: ambiguous, bad, happily ever after, etc.?

Happy endings even if everythings gone to shit before. Except Before the Sunrise but that's an outlier. Sometimes I'll do ambiguous or bad but I tend to need the happy endings to make me feel better haha.

How many WIPs do you currently have?

Oh no...I don't even want to count. Ones that are written that don't include multichapters? Maybe 5? MC's and just ideas included thats probably in the teens honestly.

Does anyone beta read or edit your fics?

Bestie Blaine is always the best beta and makes my stuff make sense <3

Is there a fanfic or fanfic writer you recommend?

If I had to choose one fic, it would have to be Foundations. Authors, alreadyaccepted, smol_yellowbumblebee, ericine, daxs10thhost, bimichaelburnham, sleeplessrivers, dolcewrites, fenrisranger, thequeerengineer, sgtmac, falltonadir...okay just everyone in the Saffi/Picard tag okay <3

What led to your interest in the fandom?

My partner got me watching the first season of Picard and there were gays so, the rest is history I guess.

Are non-fandom friends aware that you write fanfic?

I am quite open about it haha.

What is the most impactful lesson you’ve learned about writing?

Reading other people's fics and interacting with them is the best way to enchance your own writing.

Do you like writing short fics or long fics?

I love writing long fics but lately that's been an impossible struggle and I've felt kinda like a failure. Last year I wrote something like 70 fics because I did a lot of drabbles. This year I want to focus on longer fics and I have quite a few ideas stored up.

Do you have a writing milestone you’re working towards?

It depends. Sometimes i can look at a chapter and I'll guess how long it is (and then it'll be longer) but I usually go with the flow.

Any advice for writers working through burnout or writer’s block?

As someone who just got out of burnout, its to try something new. I started With Love, A which is a totally different format from what I've done before and it's really brought me out of the slump. Also talking through things with other people is always great.

Would you ever want to write something canon if you got the opportunity?

I would like to make my own canon someday haha.

Is there a favorite trope you like to write?

Hurt/comfort is my beloved.

If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

Polycule cuddle pile. Which one? I have too many to choose from.

#raines tag game #raines asks #ryn 🦇

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thecat-isblogging-blog · 2 years ago

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I posted 827 times in 2022

That's 91 more posts than 2021!

69 posts created (8%)

758 posts reblogged (92%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@ashesandhackles

@messrsmemoirs

@nanamistuff

@desidarling123

@chocolatepot

I tagged 739 of my posts in 2022

Only 11% of my posts had no tags

#remus lupin - 279 posts

#sirius black - 97 posts

#nymphadora tonks - 69 posts

#harry potter - 65 posts

#marauders - 46 posts

#james potter - 30 posts

#remadora - 30 posts

#peter pettigrew - 20 posts

#hermione granger - 19 posts

#teddy lupin - 18 posts

Longest Tag: 87 characters

#kakashi was my favourite character and it got me writing fan fiction for the first time

My Top Posts in 2022:

Can I ask for your favorite Remus scenes please?

Yes of course! <3 Get ready for a lengthy one. 1. Lupin summoning fire into his palm on the train in PoA. It feels very much like an instinctive spell for him. 2. Any scene with Lupin and Snape is just so much fun, great underhanded comments. But I do love the scene where Snape calls Lupin to investigate the map in PoA. It's filled with under pressure thinking and Snape being made a fool of. 3. Speaking of which, Lupin getting upset at Harry for not turning the map in. I love moments where Harry feels guilt over disappointing Lupin, it really shows how much he looked up to him. 4. Black and Lupin stood shoulder to shoulder, wands raised.

“You should have realized,” said Lupin quietly, “if Voldemort didn’t kill you, we would. Good-bye, Peter.” (Enough said, this whole chapter is beautiful) 5. The moment Sirius dies and Lupin is trying to hold it together for Harry. <3 6. When Lupin gets bothered at Harry for not killing/stunning Stan Shunpike. “Harry, the time for Disarming is past! These people are trying to capture and kill you! At least Stun if you aren’t prepared to kill!”

7. HBP when Harry is at the Burrow for Christmas, there are two moments that I love very much because it's supposed to give us clues to the relationship between Lupin and Tonks: Meanwhile, Remus Lupin, who was thinner and more ragged- looking than ever, was sitting beside the fire, staring into its depths as though he could not hear Celestina’s voice. Oh, come and stir my cauldron, And if you do it right, I’ll boil you up some hot strong love To keep you warm tonight. and then the next day Harry (bless him) asks Lupin about Tonks' Patronus changing.

“Tonks’s Patronus has changed its form,” he told him. “Snape said so anyway. I didn’t know that could happen. Why would your Patronus change?”

Lupin took his time chewing his turkey and swallowing before saying slowly, “Sometimes ... a great shock ... an emotional upheaval ...” (The man almost choked on a dry piece of turkey)

8. In HBP I both love and hate the hospital scene, but Lupin sobbing at the news that Dumbledore had died will always gets to me. 9. Lupin in DH really has some great scenes that show him breaking, his nerves are definitely on edge.

The moment Harry arrives at the Burrow, he is filled with panic over a rat being in the Order. This is both a terrible reminder of what happened in the past, but also Tonks isn't back yet. When Harry arrives, Lupin interrogates him:

“What creature sat in the corner the first time that Harry Potter visited my office at Hogwarts?” he said, giving Harry a small shake. “Answer me!”

“A — a grindylow in a tank, wasn’t it?”

Lupin released Harry and fell back against a kitchen cupboard.

And then when he leaves Tonks and Harry is not having any of it: Lupin actually seized handfuls of his own hair; he looked quite deranged. Lupin at the very dark end of his character arc, we love to see it.

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... I'm assuming the "Remus doesn't like Tonks at all when they first met" is AU right? Because I read that and was like ?!?!?

Hmm I really wouldn't say AU, my own interpretation sure. But what does canon really tell us?

It tells us that Remus fell in love with her, but not when or how. All canon gives us is that by the time they fetch Harry, Remus is doing some snarky flirting with her (which I doubt he even knows it). But between then and when the Order first gets together, nothing is mentioned.

Remus has too much of a guard on to fall in love with someone at first sight. In fact, any attraction he has for her will at first be faced with a wave of misinterpreted feelings. Irritation and embarrassment comes to mind.

The fic I'm writing will have Remus fall in love eventually and slowly. It's more of a look at him as a character and the way he treats the people that he loves differently. But definitely not AU

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As part of our fic Toys in the Attic, I made some accompanying art.

Because I don't know how to end projects that still have a hold on me. 🥺

@ashesandhackles and myself are still emotional over our sad men. To read our fic, follow the link Toys in the Attic

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"The more you analyse Lupin, the more you wonder why Tonks fell for him" ??? Is this implying that's there's no good qualities of Lupin for Tonks to fall for? Because we seen through lupin interaction with Harry that he has lots of good qualities

Thecat_isexcitedyouaskedanon Yes of course Lupin has good qualities. His loyalty, kindness and patience is probably what drew Tonks in. But that doesn't mean he was easy to fall for. It took some digging, and Tonks is a busy Auror - she didn't sit around and wait for him to open up and show who he was outside of the Order.

Why is Lupin difficult to fall for?

The man is a wall.

Lupin had many many years to despise himself. By the time we see him again in Ootp he's probably accepted his solitude and feels so unwanted by the world that it's almost impossible for him to imagine a life outside of being hated. He was finally known as a werewolf to the wizarding world, after years of hiding. This added with Umbridge's legislation, being jobless and fighting the guilt of having mourned the wrong friend for 12 years. He is a pretty broken person by now and it's difficult to see how he would allow anyone to get close to him, other than Sirius and Harry (to some degree). But slip ups happen, and with a roof over his head, meals on the table and a new purpose in life (and a second chance to avenge his friends) I think the self-hatred slipped a little. There was a glimpse of a Lupin before his life was turned upside down. So when a pretty and bad-ass Auror walks in, Lupin can't help but feed into that crush: ‘And this is Nymphadora –’ ‘Don’t call me Nymphadora, Remus,’ said the young witch with a shudder, ‘it’s Tonks.’ ‘Nymphadora Tonks, who prefers to be known by her surname only,’ finished Lupin.

(I'm with the fandom on this, that was Lupin's way of flirting)

Alright, so how did Tonks fall for him?

Lupin is a text-book overthinker. It might not be clear at first, but once you see how he chooses to phrase certain things to Harry, the way he hid the truth from Dumbledore - the man doesn't let loose.

He can't afford to, his safety is threatened everyday.

So when I say, I wonder how Tonks fell for him? Canon doesn't show us how it happened, it tells us it did happen while we were following our main protagonist. But if Lupin is so guarded, feels unworthy and overthinks everything he says making it difficult to truly know him - it's difficult to know how Tonks decided to let this man have her heart. And I say this because this young Auror is a damn intelligent person. She probably knew full well, this guy is going to break her heart.

Well, we need Lupin to open up, to show his good and bad sides to her. To show that the heartbreak will be worth it.

This is where my HC comes in, enemies to friends to lovers.

I'd like to think that these two didn't exactly get along at first, that they clashed quite a bit. Personally, I see Tonks as seeing straight through the tip-toeing and not buying it.

So she pushed his buttons to the point where he forgot himself a little. Now anger with Lupin is very interesting. I'll quote Ashes and my meta for this: While his dialogue surrounding marginalisation is either passive or dry around the Order (“an occupational hazard of being a werewolf”), he does allow himself to get angry about what he faces around Sirius:

“I know she is a nasty piece of work though - you should hear Remus talk about her,” said Sirius. (In reference to Umbridge drafting an anti werewolf legislation)

- Gentleman MonsterAnger for Lupin is a privilege, only people who have nothing to prove get to lash out. He doesn't want to feed in any werewolf stereotypes. So what bigger indication to her that he can be trusted, than when he starts trusting her with his more 'grey' areas. The ones he hides under his polite dialogue I think above all else, Tonks saw a man worthy of love despite how he felt. That he was kind even when he didn't need to be, and fiercely loyal even when it was problematic.

I hope that answers your ask anon!

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My #1 post of 2022

Why is Remus your favourite?

Lupin is very well written and has a really interesting journey. He is also very complicated and in reality, a bit of a red flag. He deserves to be loved, but fights against it so much due to his condition and the grief he experienced in his short life. I'm weak for characters like this. I enjoy seeing the way he hides certain pieces of information to protect himself, how his anger sneaks past him when that information does make its way to Harry. Here is a little scene I love:

Lupin loses this control in PoA when Harry is fighting the Boggart/Dementor. Lupin is feeling a lot of emotions by the end of it, Harry has just become an earpiece to James' last moments. "You heard James?" said Lupin, in a strange voice. This is where it starts, the weight of hearing his best friend's last words, the proof that James is in fact no longer here. It must be incredibly difficult for Lupin, grief wants to overcome the cool exterior.

And now to top that off, Harry brings up Sirius, which isn't the first time he does but it is the first time he asks Lupin if he knew him. And not just asking, Harry dear is putting two and two together and says 'you must have'. "If you knew my dad, you must've known Sirius Black as well."

Lupin turned very quickly.

"What gives you that idea?" he said sharply.

This little change in his character, a slip up that will follow even more slip ups as Lupin's security gets under pressure, indicates how much Lupin plays a roll of the calm professor. I'm sure he would love nothing more than to only be this for Harry, but he can't quite help having a Jekyll and Hyde moment. Lupin is far from the softness we associate him with, he is of course kind and one of the most emphatic characters in the books. But, he is also very clever, mischievous and manipulative as a way to survive. I do believe in the deep centre of him there's anger, we see it in glimpses but when it happens it is explosive which is due to burying it so much. Only Sirius and Harry see it. Wrap that all up in a hard layer of grief and sadness, and we have one great chocolate truffle. Just a brilliant character.

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