#interactive player au

[my-white-canvas]

Would you want to move on with this timeline? That would make this story too short. For now, let's go onward with this timeline.

Yes | No

In a moment, the thunder clapped and struck them, the shogun had the pleasure of executing them but was displeased when their heart still beats "still fighting? Even with the world against you? How pathetic, fighting for something impossible"

...

Silence filled the air as the sky began to fall and an echoing voice vibrates along with a soon-to-be-discarded world

Ending Unlocked, would you like to discard this timeline?

The faltering hand of the victim reaches through the air while the remaining stars follow their finger

"Spectator, give me another chance... please"

Their weak and frail voice pleaded to the stars with a hopeful smile as the ground shakes and opens a canyon swallowing the victim

Now, reader, you can play with your new doll

[mctwinkdom]

I don't write au but... There's an au here

[sprtruechara]

it’ll be 7 years before we find out what the hell (presumably?) chara is doing in the deltarune intro, so ive decided to get silly with it. goner!chara time

[grechsblog]

Isat postcanon au where loop gets to neither rest Nor be with the group after the ending and instead is being punted directly to the next siffrin in need of help because per Universe Co. Trial Period Guidelines they now qualify as experienced professional

Get stuck-ed in another perpetual cycle of psychological torment gay-they.

[auriidae]

more of these guys :] (part 1) (part 2)

classpect thoughts under cut! yippee

these absolute fools gave me SO much trouble. i changed each of their classes and/or aspects like twice while drawing this lmao.

pearle was going to be a rage player initially! i had her down as one for the chaos — yknow, ‘red’s my favorite color’ and all that. but the catch ended up being that in this au, as rage represents in-game chaos and bloodlust, it only exists while the game is in effect, and so rage players don’t have much dominion over stuff that happens after that period ends (which has all sorts of delightful implications for grienn’s character, but anyways). meanwhile pearle definitely continues playing and also grows as a character even in times of peace. i was thinking in terms of comparing her arc in double life to secret life in particular — ‘she left the tower’ and all that, yknow? she went from being terribly isolated and functioning on a completely independent scale, winning only for herself, to being a key member of a team and finding a purpose in helping them. which is pretty incredibly space-coded, in my mind! my personal qualification for space players is that they’re destined to be lonely, often physically separated in some way from others, for a while but not forever — because space is about creation, after all. and if you look at being a witch from the perspective of reinvention — what pearle manipulated or reinvented here was herself. she found her place in the story and the person she wanted to be. witches are also some of the most powerful characters in terms of specifically manipulating their aspect, i think, which is great because i’ve heard she's pretty great at pvp lol

ignore that martyn’s color palette is not particularly great it’s hard to unify the design of a character who is super rustblood-coded but also inextricably linked to the colors green and yellow of all things. i’ll redesign him later. anyways! at first i had thought there might not be any light players in this session — since light is about sort of seeing through the laws of the game and often deliberately defying them, as well as having a certain degree of control over narrative agency due to this. and because, yknow, the life series is a minecraft youtube roleplay series, realistically the ccs aren’t going to be playing any characters that go out of their way to completely ruin the game or refuse to play it by the rules altogether. but then i started thinking — and i don’t know an awful lot about martyn’s character so forgive me if i’m going a little bit off the rails here — does martyn want to understand? because if he as a character tries to understand and affect his destiny even though he’s ultimately limited by the nature of the story itself, then he could totally be a light player. so that’s where i was coming from here. think about how he won limited life in the end, for instance — not by playing into what the game itself had been leading up to, but by acting on and finishing his own story. he’s a knight because i do think knights are a certified Narrative’s Little Guy class — they persevere through so much pressure and often also have that sort of dual persona thing, both of which are particularly endearing to an audience. it’s hard work, keeping up with the narrative and fulfilling his own quest for understanding while he’s at it!! but he does it!!

renn is Such a blood player guys he is such a blood player ohhh my goodness. playing the game in terms of your relationships with others, right? basing how you go about it on allies and interactions, and being a leader above all else? i’d say that’s pretty ren the dog coded tbh. i don’t have too much to say here because i think seer of blood renn is pretty self-explanatory — he sees the entire game as a game of relationships and ties. he has a lot of knowledge about this field specifically, and shares it with his allies in the way he helps direct them and keep them alive. the reason he’s blood instead of light is because he puts his allies over knowledge, i think — he’s far too busy dealing with all that stuff to speculate for too long what the purpose of it all might be, and that would detract from his goal (of winning alongside others or dying nobly), anyway.

again questions abt them are open forever always :3

[crybabydraws]

They are so silly I adore them

Have some goofy Chara and Frisk sketches I colored! These are the Chara and Frisk from my dreamtale based au, but ut canon Frisk and Chara, if they can interact, also 100% have these interactions that make you say, "Aww! Look at these silly billies! These goofy goobers have so much wacky whimsy!" They really do mean so much to me

[the-white-void]

Greetings! (@^^)/~~~

Regarding the "Interacted Player AU", I was wondering if it's valid to have my player start in Narukami Island, Inazuma on the beach nearby Kamisato Estate, but he has amnesia?

Hey o⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠o. I'll just make a prologue for now, and you can tell me what you think and how you'd proceed

Dès le Début: Noraa

~Synopsis: The reader has started their journey by placing their avatar in Narukami Island beach near the Kamisato Estate with amnesia. Possible outcomes have been simulated.

~Note: imma just put the avatar with he/him pronouns just from the ask and your bio 'n stuff.

The world felt cold.

As the curtains of your stage have come to a close for the last time. Bone-chilling cold wrapped around your skin, at least, it felt like skin.

The sound of waves crashing nearby splashed into your eyes jolting you awake. You looked around the place and found sand and... A nearby mansion.

Your body was limp, you did not know why, but it was too weak to carry itself, so you lay on the sand quietly trying to get familiar with the surroundings.

While a house caretaker of the mansion looks over the nearby ocean and sees a figure on the sand limping. He runs down to see who was on the beach.

You turned to see a man with blond hair tied to a short ponytail with a red and black palette of clothes running towards you. You tilted your head in confusion while looking at him from head to toe.

The man looks at you to see if you have any injuries, and luckily, finds nothing fatal. "Hey, are you alright? Can you move?" He asks as he holds out his hand. You were still confused but you lifted your hand but was shaking, as if it wasn't used to moving, eventually taking his hand. He helped you to stand up but you still fell to the ground.

The blond man looks at your legs shaking and just picks you up instead "don't worry, I'll get my lord to help you" he said with a smile while walking with you in his arms back to the mansion.

You both reached the estate and the man places you on a porch as he goes inside "wait here, I'll go get the lord".

After a few moments of waiting and looking around the lawn of the estate, you hear footsteps coming toward you, you see the man who helped you along with another man and a girl before him "visitor, this the lord of the mansion, Kamisato Ayato. And this is the lady, miss Kamisato Ayaka" the man introduces them while gesturing his arm to them.

You tilted your head while looking at the blond man "but you never said who you are..." You thought. The blond man sees your expression looking directly at him "oh! Right, I'm Thoma, a maid of the Kamisato Estate" he smiled as he rested his hands in his hips. "Helping a person without introducing yourself sounds quite off Thoma" the blue haired man called Ayato teased the blond man.

The man with blue hair leans towards you and inspects your figure "hm... Thoma, you said that you found him on the beach and found nothing on him?" Ayato questioned Thoma and gestured to follow him as they both left to further distance.

Ayaka came closer to you with a friendly gesture "Greetings, I hear them that you are not one to talk too much. May I ask for your name?" she asked with a soft smile, you opened your mouth to answer but only a raspy wretch came out your mouth, you coughed out as Ayaka went to get you a drink.

After a glass of water, you were able to make some noise "ah~ ah~ ah-" your voice breaks off once more. Ayaka felt guilty asking you questions with your state like this and looks away "I- I'm sorry to ask you questions when you can't answer" she frowned. You smiled at her that said "it's alright" not wanting to hurt her, you don't know why but you just felt it.

Ayato and Thoma came back and looked at the situation, after a short pause Ayato said aloud "it seems we have a John Doe"

[aquaquadrant]

Wait if Hels is an infinite world, does that mean that in theory someone could've just hightailed it and is just chilling with a bunch of villagers and really op stuff that you can't get anywhere near people like 90000000+ blocks out?

Honestly kinda love the idea that there's someone out there that's basically living in a normal world if you ignore the fact that the nether and overworld are combined. When would this ever show up in the au? Literally never. Does that make it any less hilarious to think of in theory? Absolutely not

there are absolutely little hermit (hah) hels players living off on their lonesome, enjoying a tranquil life. but the vast majority of them stay within the few hundred-thousand blocks surrounding spawn to live a life of violence and chaos and shenanigans bc that’s what a lot of them crave.

[bistaxx]

I'm still losing my mind over a qsmp digimon inspired au- it just feels so perfect- also please just look at this thing:

[thelooniemoonie]

spiritual successors

[acircusfullofdemons]

7, 19, and 28 for the oc asks :)

[ ASK GAME ] || Thank you! I'm going to be answering these for Salem & Harlow, because they're all I can daydream about atm.

7. favorite animal? why?

Salem's favorite animal is a fox, because they're often seen as tricksters! And also because they grew up in an area that had a lot of foxes.

Harlow loves crows! Mainly because of her father, but her familiar/emrit is also a crow and it adds to her spooky theme.

19. are they quick to anger? what sets them off?

For Salem, yes! Unfortunately ... she has some anger issues. But she's trying to work through them! As for what sets them off ... honestly, it's hard to say because it feels like everything. Some common ones are: someone being mean to Norman, being overstimulated, Norman annoying them, feeling like they're being controlled.

Harlow is more "slow" to anger -- hers is definitely a built up rage/resentment. But when she explodes, it's like a bomb going off. The mistreatment of others usually sets her off quicker than anything else, especially if it's from authority figures like the police.

how do they show that they care about someone? how do they express that they don't like someone?

Salem shows he cares mainly through physical affection and acts of service. He's always leaning against his friends, giving them hugs, etc. And godforbid you mention you need something or wanna go somewhere -- he's already out the door! However she can be quite ... petty, as well. And if they don't like you? Prepare for rude remarks and passive aggressive statements. It truly depends on how important you are in their friends' lives: annoying coworker? won't give you the time of day. terrible parent? already introducing you to the pavement.

Harlow tries to spend time with those she cares about. Living in a city full of crime -- where you can get shot or arrested at a moments notice -- kinda makes you wanna be upfront about your feelings lol. So yeah. She also likes helping her friends -- doesn't matter what, Harlow to the rescue! If she doesn't like you? Prepare to live your worst nightmare until your brain short-circuits, as she just overdosed you on fear toxin. Lovely. But if she wants to keep her cover/cool, she'll just let the resentment build and be passive aggressive.

[raycatz]

Something I haven't seen all that often in LU fic which I'm honestly pretty surprised about is shenanigans about Link's yelling

Maybe the joke has been overdone in gen loz already? xD But I've played multiplayer OoT with friends and have been watching loz multiplayer mod videos and nothing is funnier than hearing Link scream off screen. Especially when he yells and is traveling like,, hearing the falling scream above you and then seeing Link blur past into oblivion and the yell distorts as he falls is the funniest thing. You can track where your buddies are by the yelling off in the distance.

examples: x x x

bonus: tool assisted FSA speedrun. Please click through it the whole thing is wild and very funny. The yelling omggg x FSA Colors being terrifyingly efficient.

Another good shenanigan is Link bringing out a bomb and it blowing up on multiple people

examples: x x

[lover-of-mine]

neither of them are goalies but i get a very trevor zegras/jamie drysdale vibe from ur buddie nhl au

I see you, I see you, I would never let Eddie get traded to the team where love goes to die, but yeah. I will now be thinking about goalie Buck interacting with Zegras tho, it would be so funny lol

[marshmallowprotection]

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[clicheyandereapologist]

Wow I’m alive huh?

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

The JJK men want YOU to wear their jersey

Tags: JJK men x fem!Reader, college au, sports au, mostly fluff and/or crack, suggestive only on Toji’s (nasty bitch), itafushi makes an appearance

An: This has been heavy on my brain recently 🙂‍↕️ Also, I don’t know if this concept is only in like my area, but basically, the concept is that on game days, a common thing for highschool/college players to do is to wear their jersey to class, and their sweetheart wears their home/away jersey. it’s just a cute thing to show support. Another thing, I know Kamo is not Choso’s last name, and I know Sukuna is not Sukuna’s last name. Sukuna might not even be Sukuna’s name at all. idk and idc. this is a no curse au anyways so who cares! let me know if i should do more sports au :)

Incl - Satoru, Suguru, Nanami, Choso, Toji, Sukuna

SATORU

Girls will literally hunt Satoru down to get his jersey from him, and if you were the lucky girl who got to wear the jersey of the star quarterback… you either became instantly popular, or every girl in the university wanted to kill you.

“I’m sorry, ladies. I already have someone in mind.” Satoru flashed a grin towards the crowd of girls surrounding his seat. Disappointed sighs and whines emitted from the group as they slowly dissipated from his desk.

Satoru couldn’t care less. They could be mad at him if they wanted to. They were no where near as special as the girl he had his eyes set on.

Class had yet to start, and Satoru was growing tired of just staring at the back of your head. He finally got up, and he slumped down in the chair next to you.

“Is this seat taken?” He asked with a bright smile. He hadn’t interacted with you much, but he always had his eye on you. You were the one of the few girls who didn’t dumb down their intelligence for him to make themselves more appealing.

“It’s not.” You replied shortly. You weren’t rude, just incredibly matter-of-fact.

“Wanna make a bet with me?” Satoru asked as he tried to catch your eyes from your book. He was really pining for your attention, and you wouldn’t pass him a second glance.

“Not really.” You replied, not looking up from your book.

“I bet the professor will be twenty minutes late.” Satoru went on anyways, not taking your rejection to heart.

“Hmm. Doubtful. He’s normally prompt.” You say finally looking up at Satoru, which causes him to flash an easy smile. He’s happy to have your attention — now he wants to keep it.

“If he isn’t here within the next twenty minutes, you have to wear my jersey today and every game day for the rest of the season. If he makes it here before twenty minutes is up, I’ll buy you as many books as you can carry.” Satoru proposes as he taps on your book with a cheeky grin.

You think for a moment… all the books you can carry?? “Deal.” You say with a smile, offering your hand to him to shake on it — thinking you just easily won yourself a free shopping spree. Satoru takes your hand, and he gently shakes it before bringing it to his lips and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

He’s already won.

Satoru knows that you’ll be wearing his jersey today, and you’ll wear his colors for the rest of the season. He’ll make more bets… win you over slowly with false bets. Oh, he’ll buy you all those books you want too just because he can.

He’s already set Geto in motion to go run into your professor with large cups of coffees in his hand. Your professor ended up cancelling class after being 25 minutes late.

When the group of girls sees you with “GOJO” written on the back of your jersey, their faces contort in utter disdain, but Satoru looks at it with a shit-eating grin on his face. He won.

SUGURU

Suguru really didn’t get the thing about giving a girl his jersey on game days. Basketball season is pretty ruthless. While football teams only have 12 games in a season, basketball teams play over 30. That’s 30 days in one season that he’d have to find a girl that he gave enough of a shit about to give his jersey to? No thanks.

Of course, if he had a girlfriend it wouldn’t be too big of a deal, but the whole attitude around giving a girl your jersey was just something Suguru didn’t subscribe to.

Well, he didn’t think he subscribed to it until he saw one of his teammates offering you their jersey.

Maybe on a more psychological level, this was territory marking, and Suguru would be damned if he sat back and let another man mark you as their territory.

Even though he’s not proud of it, Suguru immediately marched straight up to you and his teammate with his away jersey thrown over his shoulder. He placed his hand firmly on the small of your back, and he gave his teammate a piercing look with his violet eyes. His lips curled into an easy smirk.

“Sorry man, she’s already agreed to wear my jersey today, isn’t that right angel?” He asked in such a condescending tone, and his fingertips dig into your skin with just enough pressure to make your face flush.

Luckily for Suguru, you were into it — and not his teammate. “Yeah, sorry. I almost forgot.” You agree, giving his teammate an empathetic smile.

So no, Suguru doesn’t get the idea of giving his jersey to a girl on game days, but he does get the idea of giving you his jersey. He loves how he towers behind you in the halls, seeing the name “GETO” written on your back with his number. He loves remembering the way you easily went along with his plan. You just fit him.

NANAMI

Nanami doesn’t need antics to get you to wear his baseball jersey.

Plenty of girls pine for Kento. Who wouldn’t? He was the leading star of the baseball team… who’s ass just so happened to look so good in those white tight-fitting pants.

Your college certainly played into it, giving Nanami the big screen when he takes off his helmet and shakes out his messy blonde hair that a bit damp from sweat. His cheeks are smeared with his eye black smeared on his cheeks (the charcoal black lines that athletes sometimes have).

They knew what they were doing when the yearbook crew took professional level pictures of Nanami looking absolutely jaw-dropping while delivering the nastiest pitch.

He was like eye candy that enticed a bunch of girls to buy tickets to the baseball games, and dammit, it worked.

Despite his celebrity status at the school, Kento didn’t act above anyone else. He didn’t flaunt money or act posh and sophisticated like a lot of the wannabes did at your university.

He was down to earth, smart, caring, and humorous to the right group of people (the dry humor enjoyers). Kento was the type of man to be able to reject someone without them even feeling rejected, which he did a lot when girls would ask for his jersey.

You often came to baseball games to watch (to watch nanami lets bffr), but you weren’t bold enough to ask Kento for his jersey on game days. You had witness girls before you, pilgriming the way to Nanami before they turn back empty handed. You couldn’t risk the heartache.

It wasn���t until one day after class you and Kento were the only two still packing up after a lecture, he casually strolled to your desk. “Will you be at the game tonight?” He asked with a genuine air of curiosity to him. This wasn’t awkward forced conversation because you two were the only two people in a room together.

You hadn’t even known that Nanami noticed you, much less noticed your attendance at games. You could feel your heart start to thud obscenely loud in your chest as you came to terms that you’re not invisible in Kento’s life.

“Yeah, I think I’ll show up…” You try your hardest to sound casual, but you just sound terribly nervous.

“I’ll look forward to seeing you.” He said politely before he reached into his bag and pulled out his spare jersey. “Hopefully wearing this..?”

Your eyes widen as you realize he was offering his jersey to you. “That- are you sure? Me?”

“Yes, I’m sure.” He gives an honest laugh. His multimillion dollar smile makes you swoon, and he hands his jersey out again. “You should put it on now. That’s the tradition, right?”

You slowly slip the jersey on over your long-sleeved white top, and it definitely hangs loosely on you, but with a few tucks and adjustments, it finally sits on your body appropriately.

“It looks good on you. I’ll see you tonight.” Kento smiles before leaving the classroom.

You had never gotten more shocked stares than when girls saw you with “NANAMI” printed across your back.

CHOSO

“Hey Yuji, why does Megumi wear your jersey on game days?” Choso asked his teammate as he sat down on the bench in the locker room.

He had seen quite a few people - guys and girls who weren’t on the basketball team wearing the jerseys of his teammates, but he didn’t understand it. He figured he’d ask the one teammate who he considered to be more of a brother to explain.

“Because I make him.” Yuji laughed as he dried his pink hair off from the shower. It was a pretty brutal practice, even Choso’s raven hair was down, messy from sweat.

Choso furrowed his eyebrows. “Why would you do that-? I thought you liked him.”

Yuji laughed even harder as Choso clearly didn’t understand the dynamic he had with Megumi. He also clearly didn’t understand the concept behind giving someone his jersey.

“I do like him, so I like seeing him wearing my jersey on game days. I think he looks good in it too, even if he pretends to hate it. I know he likes showing his support.” Yuji explained, but he went on, “People give their jerseys to someone they like. It’s like a courting gift, and it lets everyone know your intentions with that person.”

Choso nodded as he began to understand. He should give his jersey to someone he liked - to someone he wanted to court, and his intentions would be made known.

That’s how shy, timid Choso ended up at your dorm door late one evening. After much encouragement and convincing from Yuji, he finally gave your door a soft knock, and Yuji ran around the corner to hide.

When you opened the door, looking at Choso with those big pretty eyes, he completely clammed up and forgot the mental script he had prepared about how he really liked you, and it’d mean a lot to him if you wore his jersey.

Instead, “I want my intentions known.” He nearly shouted as he gestured his jersey to you.

Yuji facepalmed around the corner.

You blinked a few times, looking down at the jersey then back up to him. He was lucky that you’re very good at filling in the blanks. “You want me to wear your jersey, Cho?” You asked with a small laugh before taking the jersey from his hands.

His cheeks were flushed, and he gave you an awkward smile before nodding his head vigorously. “And uh.. I want to court you.” He finally added all in one breath.

To Choso’s delight, you agreed, and now, he finally understands the real reasoning behind giving his jersey to someone he likes because seeing “KAMO” on your back makes him feel all dizzy with love and adoration.

TOJI

It started off as a small prank amongst girls. A prank that really pissed Toji off. A group of girls decided it would be cute to steal Toji’s spare hockey jersey and wear it without his knowledge.

When Toji saw one of the girls wearing his stolen jersey with his appalling last name printed on the back, he was livid.

Needless to say, he got his jersey back, and the girl couldn’t even look him in the eye after that whole experience.

He hated his jersey. He hated how his last name was on the back, and he hated how anyone else would want to wear it.

He couldn’t just get rid of his spare jersey. Then, he’d owe the school even more than what he already owes them. He couldn’t trust to keep it in his dorm because he didn’t put it past those bitches to try to sneak into his dorm to get their filthy hands on it. That was when he had a genius idea.

“Wear my jersey.” His gruff voice demanded as he dropped the fabric on the table in front of you, his too responsible friend.

“No, it probably stinks.” You pushed the jersey aside, trying to focus on the homework in front of you.

“Nah. It smells like the last bitch who stole it.” He remarked as he plopped down in a chair in front of your desk.

“Even worse.” You respond back unamused, still not giving Toji the time of day.

“Do you remember who hunted down the fuck who stole your headphones?”

You sighed, finally looking up at Toji to show that you were paying attention. “Why do you think me wearing your jersey will deter them?”

“Maybe they’ll think you’re my girl and piss off for a while. I don’t know, but if I see another preppy bitch wearing it without my knowledge, I’m going to burn it.” Toji’s voice sounded stressed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“And you don’t mind them thinking that?” You inquire, raising your eyebrow.

“Doll, you know I’ve spent the last three years trying to get you to hop on my-“

“Eughhh, give it.” You interrupt Toji before he can go into any further detail, snatching his jersey up and putting it on over your clothes. “There. Happy?”

Toji didn’t expect to have such a reaction to seeing you in his jersey. He knew he was serious about liking you, no matter how much you liked to believe that he didn’t actually like you, but seeing you in his jersey — the way it swallowed you whole. He figured he’d still hate seeing his last name on you, but there was something satiating those deep primal urges when he caught a glimpse of “ZENIN” across your back.

SUKUNA

Sukuna is much comparable to a dragon. He sees something pretty and shiny (you): he wants it all for himself. He wants to hoard treasure (you) to keep, and he definitely does not like the idea of anyone else looking or touching his treasure.

So, how does he keep wandering eyes off his treasure? He cloaks her in his favor, making her brandish his last name on her back along with his number. Yes, Sukuna demanded for you to wear his football jersey.

There was just enough satisfaction of seeing you walk around campus with “SUKUNA” written on your back that kept him from trying to hoard you in his room.

Oh, he’s also like a dragon in the sense that he’s absolutely devastating out on the field.