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i “read” this one klance x descendants au and it literally altered my brain chemistry (i recently went back and reread it and honestly nostalgia gave me some rose tinted glasses but it was still fun LMAO) so like the idea of a descendants au for my ships has been in the back of my mind for years but see heres the fucking issue. my ship rn is merthur and i cant exactly do a descendants au as they’re literally in disney and it would be confusing as all hell. i mean. i guess if i ignored some things. maybe.
#personal#read is in quotes bc it was a twt au fic on instagram#so like.#yeah.#i will never write this btw#its just an idea that rotates in my mind#say i ignore a lot of things#who would their parents be?#obviously merlin would be from the isle and arthur from auradon#wait fuck merlin son of maleficent#magic? dragons? yeah.#his dad??? uhhhhh#i wanna say hades bc godly power but thats just remaking mal 💀💀#i also wanna give him like the worst of the worst#if you get it you get it#jafar? dr facilier?#holy fuck wikipedia just put me on#fucking chernabog??? literal satan?? yeah. YEAH.#merlin son of maleficent and chernabog. mistress of evil and satan. yeah they fucked and made a ray of sunshine. no i dont know how either.#ARTHUR whos ur daddy 🧐🧐#i wanna put him under sleeping beauty bc obviously blondie and also have u seen merlin trying to wake him in the morning?#also maleficent and sleeping beauty - getting over his preconcieved notions and all that#runner up is cinderella and rapunzel just bc i feel like theyd make him work#and i need him to be an arrogant ass for merlin to humble#so yeah sleeping beauty
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mmmmmm read a disciple shen yuan/shizun luo binghe fanfic about two days ago where the first chapter was the Immortal Conference arc, and SQQ was the one who had to be pushed into the abyss (he was still the villain) except Luo Binghe was refusing and was like, lowkey losing his mind about SQQ being so close to the edge. SQQ ended up having to be the one to fall in himself because of the system's punishment system. The rest of the fic is leading up to that moment. But like, MMM i've been obsessively thinking about that first chapter for DAYS ever since.
now i've been in svsss for a grand total of *checks watch* a week. but god obsessed with that. I want to write/read a fic where disciple SQQ goes a little nuts down there. Like keep all of the things that make SQQ, SQQ, but just. Throw in a little bit more trauma in there. A little bit of a mental break. Let him go a little nuts as a treat. Just a tad unhinged. I wanna see him go, just a little, "god fuck it, i've tried so hard to change this shitty story's outcome and it feels like everything i've done has been for nothing. I'm going to die in this world no matter what I do, I've been doomed from the start, so might as well die the way I want to." and he just, breaks a little! Under all the stress.
He still retains the traits that makes shen yuan, shen yuan, like his overwhelming kindness. But he's just! yk. A little less patient. Paranoid. Jumpy. Colder. A little more aloof and closed off. A little more Shen Jiu. He's no asshole child abuser, but he was a Number One Hater in his past life and he's leaning into that old habit a little more now.
(On a totally coincidental not-at-all related note, there's not enough SJ-and-SY-are-the-same-people fics out there that i've found. This is totally unrelated...)
The Endless Abyss turns the mind into an over-sharpened blade, and SQQ is both fascinated and perhaps a little excited to explore a place that doesn't have a lot of info on it in the mortal realm, but still terrified out of his mind. And he's no Luo Binghe, he doesn't have the sheer brute strength and power to just bulldoze his way through, so he has to be a lot more sneaky and cunning if he wants to survive.
The fic itself role-swapped LBH and SQQ so that SQQ was the half-demon (which lowkey fucks) and LBH the human, but I'm equally-if-not-more obsessed with the idea that LBH remains the half-heavenly demon and SQQ the human. If only because I keep thinking about SQQ befriending some demons (particularly and specifically a group of succubi) and they grow very attached to this Human Cultivator so through magic plot stuff they create some kind of seal/illusion/talisman that makes SQQ appear as a demon because a human cultivator in the endless abyss may as well be the equivalent of putting a giant neon target on your back.
And iirc Shen Jiu was taught demonic cultivation by that one guy(?? i've only been here a week so im not caught up in ALL of the lore yet) so that could totally happen here.
(On the other end of the realms, poor Shizun Luo Binghe is just. losing his fucking mind over losing his most precious and beloved disciple. About .5 seconds from burning down the peaks himself. somebody sedate him.)
The Endless Abyss sucks and SQQ is having a really terrible time and can feel himself going lowkey mad, but also holy shit look at all this WORLD-BUILDING. look at all this flora and fauna, and oh if he had the equipment for it he'd be writing all of this down. ALL OF IT. He was kinda-sorta-already planning on never leaving the Abyss as some sort of fucked up self-exile and self-preservation thing, but now he might? actually just?? never leave if he can help it, like he lowkey likes it down here.
anyways the next time anyone ever sees SQQ again he's got hair so long its almost touching the ground and he's either in rags and half-feral or he's been completely dolled up by his adoptive succubi sisters and still about three seconds from biting anyone who tries to touch him. (he's also lowkey trying to book it back down to the abyss even if he has desperately missed all of his friends and shizun)
#mxtx svsss#svsss au#scum villian self saving system#shen qingqiu#shen yuan#luo binghe#disciple shen yuan#scum villain#svsss#*points at SQQ/SY* i want him to go nuts. as a treat. let him crumble just a little over the stress of his fate and the stress of survival#and the stress of having a lack of autonomy over a handful of his decisions. starry craves angst and she craves a very specific SQQ angst#he was a number 1 hater back in the day and lbr being a hater takes energyyyy. ive heard that this man was the BIGGEST hater i wanna#see him rip a man to shreds with nothing but his tongue and a voice that could cut marble clean in half. skin a man alive sqq you deserve i#*mortal kombat voice* FINISH HIM#i love without-a-cure but unfortunately i dont think SQQ would be able to have WAC and also survive in the abyss.#the succubi nest that adopted him tried seducing him at first. it didn't work. but he did somehow charm them with his cringefail ways#so now they have a brand new mortal big/little brother to dote on. SQQ is frankly delighted to learn all about succubi culture that doesnt#revolve around sex. he makes quite a few friends/allies in the abyss because of his pure fascination and unbiased desire to learn about#demonic culture and all the different niches and nuances of it across species. he's still going insane tho. like that's not stopping.#there's a single LBH pov chapter in the fic and its frankly so unhinged it was fantastic. he's so possessive. he straight up goes:#'oh SQQ isnt gonna be the next peak lord. he's ascending to heaven with me when i do :)' when Sha Hualing (also peak lord) told him that he#couldn't keep his disciple in the bamboo house all the time. what was SQQ gonna do when LBH ascends and he becomes the new peak lord?#gosh that first chapter is rotating around in my mind so bad. LBH was SO unwell. like losing his actual shit over SQQ near the edge.#i so want to write a oneshot abt this where SQQ is also in hysterics (albeit over slightly diff reasons) and tells LBH on his knees:#'this disciple deeply apologizes to his shizun. for he will not be ascending to the heavens with him.' right before he falls into the abyss#this au being disciple SY is for shits and giggles but i can also see it happening for regular SQQ bc 'fuck it im a dead man either way'#frothing at the mouth at this idea also being a SY-is-SJ au too. for the extra angst of SQQ trying to bear the weight of multiple lives on#his shoulders and trying to figure out what is real and what isn't and if he's meant to suffer in all of his lives no matter what he does.#not once in his life has he ever been free to do what he likes has he? self-hatred to the max. he's going mad. poor boy :]
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guideswap 2: unwanted advice
#tak does draws#in stars and time#isat#siffrin#isat siffrin#NULL#these two i think would be insufferableeeee lmaoOOOO#in this itd probably introduce itself as void over callign itself NULL#the same general idea still stands its not like. a person.#and i think siffrin could see it all the time over it just being in his mind space. the party cant see it though#its just like. listen moonlight. look at me. dont do stupid shit because i am literally stuck here with you. and siffrin does Not Listen#the threats of 'if you dont do this i swear to god i will' dont go anywhere because ultimately siffrins still the one doing the looping#i rotate this idea in my brain because its funny. anyways
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Hypothetically, how do you think Mark would turn out if he never got his powers? What would he be doing? How would it change the original story? If the original Mark met this version of himself, how would they react to each other?
This took me a min to respond to because I am extra and had to draw something about this, but thay just means I was so delighted to take this ask, holy shit. I love thinking about AU's, tysm fo the ask, anon! :)
I don't know of the comics add any details about Mark's interests other than being a hero like his Dad (ex. even comic hobby seems to go right back to that). Nothing about school life stands out either, (besides struggling with geography, a detail I love sm), so he's probably an average student who fumbled hard when he started to get busy with Invincible stuff! So, while I can see the possibility of him working hard and striving for career that also helps saves lives ergo paramedic, fireman, emergency dispatcher, etc I actually adore the idea of him interning at the GDA???
(Okay, note, while I do see him training or getting experience in random roles, Cecil would not EVER let Mark actually be a GDA solider because imagine telling Omni-Man his son got killed. Yikes! So, intern/trainer uniform and not the official solider one.)
I can see him diving into it wholeheartedly, eager to not only prove himself, but help people like his Dad does, kinda trying to get as close to his dream as he can be. And honestly, Nolan would probably be thrilled the last reminder for Colonization Time is permanently delayed (ergo Mark never getting his powers), so I can see him either encouraging this, or being slightly conflicted? I don't know how much he actually trusts the GDA or Cecil, so it could just be bittersweet?
But, I love the idea of GDA!Mark for the potential strain in their dynamic. See, while we can't have the kind of unfolding drama in s1 considering Nolan's slaughter spree might not necessarily happen, the idea of Mark having to process the weight of his own idolization, unable to stand side by side with him on the field, feeling like Nolan feed into the idea he'd get powers, only to end up disappointed year after year could foster some bitterness and/or desperate need to prove himself. He would see Nolan slightly more, but maybe that's just a reminder of what he can't do. Where he can't reach. Nolan having doubts in GDA, would only worsen the strain, how exciting!
Plus, GDA seems to be the classic kind of trust nobody type of government agency that may to try detach Mark's (almost) unshakable faith in his Dad, and could push him to look into what exactly his Dad's past/planet/history is exactly like for documentation, as Mark tries to grasp how much he trusts Nolan and the GDA. If Slaughter Time does happen, then that's incredible drama!!! As Mark, who feels aligned with both the GDA and his Dad, now has to work to find the truth, probably to prove his Dad's innocence, only to find the horrible news instead.
Does Nolan tell Mark and Debbie at the same time, who both already know, haven't told the others, and you got family drama of the fucking century again? Ideally? Yes. I love dramatic irony a normal amount.
I think GDA!Mark and Canon!Mark wouldn't get along tbh. While C!Mark is relieved by the lack of maliciousness, GDA!Mark is literally seeing where his entire life could have been if he'd only gotten powers. 'Cause, while I do think Mark is a fundamentally kind person, it's also clear he's incredible hard on himself which I think crosses over to alternate selves. So, he'd be bitter as fuck. Yeah, they both suffered, but I think the envy would go crazy. GDA!Mark would start questioning everything, like if that Nolan loved his son more for having powers, and if C!Mark just fucked it up somehow, so if GDA!Mark got powers maybe he could've done something different? Said the right thing? Like there's this desperation to know could it have turned out any other way? Was it truly his fault? Was it something he should've said better? I think there's a quiet spiraling despair in seeing the distorted mirror version of oneself and still seeing them suffering. Was there really no other ending? It had to be this way?
Thanks for the ask tho :D !!! Currently trying to remember I have this blog while I fight art block fjgkfg.
Oh! And Bonus idea of interning at GDA still means he hangs out with Teen Team!!! Maybe he helps log injuries, reviews battles, handles reports, memorizing villain weaknesses as base support, but there's this underlying part of him that still feels so useless next to them? I can see Rex and Mark getting off on the wrong foot immediately, but Kate and Mark bonding? Mostly because I want Kate and Mark bonding like please.
#invincible rotating in my mind#asks#mark grayson#I LOVE STRAINED FATHER SON DYNAMICSSSSS#I LOVE EVERY MARK BEING TRAPPED UNDER THEIR FATHER'S SHADOW#i can't tell if mark's peers/coworkers KNOW if he's omni-man's son but like mentor cecil hoursssssssssss#oh and cecil does absolutely try to use mark to know more about omni-man under the guise of finding the truth or something#if im being super indulgent mark still has like slight invulnerability#cant fly cant be super strong cant do jack shit but be hard to kill#which he finds out post-nolan flying away / end of s1#and it just adds to the mounting mental spiral of anguish#but i love the idea of it haha imagine knowing you did have a power all along but its so fucking subtle it didn't even matter#the bitterness would go CRAZYYYYYYYYY#anyways also if the eyes look slightly funky im trying to be better about keeping distinct features!!! mark looked white as hell before djf#i need to practice !!!#invincible au
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Something just came up to me!!
Remember when Taissa and the girls were discussing The Allie Plan, and Taissa waits until Shauna says, Jackie is not gonna like it. And the scene when Jackie wakes up late and everybody just hush between each other instead of saying anything directly to her because Shauna is right there. When Taissa pitched her Go To The River Idea and Jackie disproved, they go to a tie, UNTIL Shauna raised her hand. When Jackie invites everyone to the seance, they seam undecided until Shauna aproves the idea.
ANYWAY!! I'm so obsessed with the Ruler/Knight dynamic. When a Ruler owns the crown but the Knight is the one to really wear it. Jackie represents structure, she owns the crown and bear it's duties. But Shauna wears a sword.
And isn't it just insane how our Queen Bee died when her Knight exchanged her loyalty? Suddenly, a crown, a structure, is futile. You don't own Order anymore. Because a kingdom without it's blade is just an idea.
It's so tragic, yet so understandable. Jackie with her cheer and positivity. Jackie with her kindness and smooth edges. Jackie who is trying so hard, so hard, to grasp into something civil, like love and morality. Jackie who was not meant to be there.
And finally, Shauna. Shauna with her reason and logic. Shauna with her desire and sharp edges. Shauna who never truly believed in being good. Shauna whos shadow creeps from the background into the Jackies life, taking what she believes it belongs to her. Everything. Her influence? It's not really hers. Her boyfriend? It's not really hers. Her friends? They're not really hers anymore. Shauna who was meant for bleed an animal out, shed their skin, cut into pieces.
It's so cruel how they wouldn't survived without each other. How love, by itself, it's just an idea.
if this ask is a plane i'm laura fucking lee.
#NO IDEA WHAT I DID TO DESERVE THIS INCREDIBLE ANALYSIS IN MY OWN INBOX BUT KNOW THAT I AM SO DEEPLY GRATEFUL#i was literally rotating that scene from pilot in my mind. the one where they're arguing abt freezing out a member#and shauna says 'jackie isn't gonna like it'#except i was thinking of it in another way#the shadow as both something you hate and something you hide in#instead of saying what she herself thinks shauna just sort of immediately goes to say what she thinks jackie will think#its so interesting to think of all the ways shauna chooses to be in the shadow and the ways she resents it#and then the way she thinks shes emerging from it just to be completely consumed by it#idk idk#yellowjackets blogging#shaunajackie#this is. huh SO MUCH to think about#yellowjackets
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Your comic is having a great quality! So go on and take your time, I can say that I'm going to wait all the time you need! 💙✨
We adore your work! 💕🥺
Thank you so so much!! 😭💕
Been a tough start to the year health-wise, but I’m determined to see it through and keep the quality as consistent as possible! Thanks for sticking with me. We’re in the home stretch, but rest assured I’ve still got plenty of love and plans for the sad merman and his grumpy janitor. They have my heart 🥰💙
#noodle talk#I’ve said ‘home stretch’ since mid last year LOL but its just that the updates take longer to draw than they used to#I’ve also got other ideas and projects rotating at the back of my mind that I’d love to make a reality#a few of them at least
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⬛⬛⬛ was seven years old when his mother died. He remembers being sad, mourning her sudden loss in the way children process death. He stayed by her bedside as she took her last breath, holding her hand and crying, begging her to stay. She loved him. She had spent her last moments making sure he knew that he wasn’t alone and never would be, as long as he could keep her in his memory.
He remembers crying out as her casket was closed for the final time, lowered into the ground. Something snapped in him and he was begging her to stay again, begging them to not take her away.
⬛⬛⬛ didn’t come out of his room for weeks afterwards. He sat in his room, cradling a photo of his mother in his hands. His father would leave food for him and he would eat it, never taking his eyes off the photo.
So when his father came home after only two months of his mother being dead, ⬛⬛⬛ was not what one would call happy. Even though he’d started going back to school a few weeks ago, he wasn’t ready for someone else to take her place. Nobody else could ever be his mother.
He got into an argument with his father that night. At seven years old, ⬛⬛⬛ decided that he couldn’t bear to live in a house with a man who could so easily replace the woman he claimed to love. He didn’t know where he was going but he took the clothes on his back, the photo of his mother, and some cash he’d been saving up and just walked out.
He made his way to the bus stop and got on, thinking about where he would even go. He wasn’t sure he could make his way to his mother’s family on his own, as they lived on the other side of the country, and he definitely didn’t want to see his father’s family. So he stayed on the bus as long as the driver would let him stay.
Eventually though, he did have to get off. It was sprinkling out, not enough to make him uncomfortable, but it was a sign of heavier rains to come. ⬛⬛⬛ made his way from the bus stop to a restaurant that looked like it was about to close, but still had the lights on and maybe they could give him some shelter from the rain, at least for a while. He stepped inside and stared at the workers cleaning up the dining room. They looked…concerned that a child his age was alone at night, especially in this part of town, one would say.
They asked him what he was doing out, if he lost his parents, if he was from the area. It’s not safe out here for kids like you, they told him. He doesn’t remember responding, but he must have because they shuffled him to the back of the restaurant to their boss and asked what to do with him. None of them could really afford to take a child in but he hadn’t told him where he was from or where his parents were. They suggested calling the police, but ⬛⬛⬛ started crying at the suggestion, not wanting to get them involved. I can’t go home, he told them, my father is a bad person.
The restaurant manager agreed to allow him to stay for a bit, giving him a meal on the grounds that he’d leave by the end of the week. ⬛⬛⬛ agreed, scarfing down the food like it was the best thing he’d ever eaten.
Over the next few days, ⬛⬛⬛ bid his time by doing dishes, greeting customers, learning to read from the menu. The staff treated him kindly, but they felt distant, unsure of what to do with him, though by the time the weekend came, he hadn’t figured out where he wanted to go. A few of the staff pointed him towards an orphanage in town, but one of the cooks slipped him a one way train ticket to a few cities over, somewhere he could get out of that area, a note attached with directions on where to go to meet someone who would take him in.
He held the ticket in his hand, scanning it as he walked through the station to the loading area, the note clutched in his hand. ⬛⬛⬛ was practically shaking as he entered the train by himself. A few adults asked if he was okay, if he knew where he was going. Yes, he said, I’m just not used to traveling by myself, but my uncle is going to meet me at my stop. That was a lie he’d rehearsed on the way there but they let him be. He had to fight himself to keep from falling asleep and missing his stop, but he must have succumbed to it at some point, as one of the adults next to him gently shook him awake as they approached his destination. He thanked them and hopped off his seat, getting ready to depart the train car and start his new life.
He stepped onto the platform and was greeted by a bustling crowd. It was overwhelming to say the least, so many strange people just going about their day. ⬛⬛⬛ made his way to the staircase where someone came up from behind him, introduced himself as the person who would be taking care of the young boy. He could call him “Priest”, as his true name was of little importance. He asked if the young boy had a name, which the boy muttered under his breath. When asked to repeat it, he said he wished to give up his name, as he no longer wanted to be associated with the person who gave it to him. The Priest agreed with him and said they’d find a suitable name for him soon enough. There were many names in the world, but for now he’d be referred to as the Prodigal Son, or simply the Son for short. The Son found this amicable and agreed to the change. He remembers wondering what that meant, as he had never heard of the word “Prodigal” before, but he would come to understand it in due time.
The Priest taught the Son many things, reading, writing, the history of Japan, things that he remembered being taught in school before his mother passed, but he also taught the Son many other things one would never find in a normal school. The Son learned the art of disguise, impersonation, how to manipulate his voice. Some day, the Priest had told him, he’d be called upon to use his gifts for the greater good. The Son, not knowing any better, accepted this and that his skills would be useful in the future.
The Son went through many identities in his time studying under the Priest. His hair had been cut, extended, dyed and bleached, his eyes were a dozen different colors and none of them. He could mimic any voice after observing the speaker for ten minutes. He went by many different names, though he always came back to the Son. In due time, he forgot his father entirely, but he carried the last photo of his mother with him in his pocket wherever he went. It made him feel at ease, as if she were watching over him from the afterlife still, protecting him from the harsh realities of the world. The photo had faded with time, the wear and tear on it having almost removed her face entirely, but the Son could still picture it perfectly. It had been burned into his mind on the day he watched her take her last breath.
The Son started University at age 17, younger than many of his peers in Japan, and he graduated at age 20. It hadn’t been easy, but he had honed his skills and developed them on the stage, playing off his talents as being simply that, talent and skill, not something he had used to bring about political upheaval in the past and likely in the future.
The Son had kept his distance at University though, going by another fake name and only attending the bare minimum of classes and extracurriculars that were required of him by the Priest. He had begun proper vocal training to learn how to sing, something that he had been told would be useful soon, though he had not been given the details, and further developed his voice by participating in several musical performances, though he still remained rather distant from the rest of the cast and crew, exchanging only the bare necessities of pleasantries and making excuses to get out of bonding time outside of scheduled practice hours.
The Son was a lonely man, and he knew this. He knows this. He is a lonely man. He was about to turn 23 when the Priest finally told him about his newest mission. Do you remember your father, the Priest had asked over the phone. No, replied the Son, not more than I need to, anyway. So you remember you had a father, and he had another wife after you left, the Priest continued. The Son hummed in agreement, Yes I ran away because of her, you know this. Of course I do, but I just wanted to make sure, Anyway did you know he had another son with her? What do you mean by another son? I mean that you are an older brother, and your younger brother needs help. I do not want to speak to anyone else related to that man. Oh but you’ve been training to help your brother, haven’t you, he dreams of being an idol, someone who sings and dances on stage like you. Theater performances and being an idol are two different things. Yes, well it wouldn’t exactly be easy to get you to train to be an idol with no intentions on debuting, so we had to make do. Why should I help him? Out of the love in your heart for your own flesh and blood. I do not consider that old man my father, nor that boy my brother. He has a secret he needs to keep, something I’m sure you’re familiar with of course. What secret? All in due time, Son, will you help him or not?
The Son refused to meet his brother in person for the first few months, preferring to instead communicate only by phone. He had been studying at Reimei academy, he told him, as part of the idol course. His mother loved idols, loved them so very much and it was the only memory he had of her. The Son understood his brother on that level. During their phone calls, the Son learned about his brother’s rival at the school, a boy by the name of Tatsumi Kazehaya who happened to be in the year above him. Tatsumi Kazehaya was perfect in many ways, something that his brother found infuriating. Why couldn’t he be like that? He lamented in one phone call. The Son told him that some people are simply born with talent, and Kazehaya was one of them. His brother relented and continued to update the Son on his progress.
Despite the Son knowing his brother’s name, Kaname Tojou, his brother did not know his, instead choosing to refer to him only as “Onii-chan,” a word that grated on his ears. He was not a cute older brother to be looked up to and in fact he’d rather be doing anything else than be there, and yet. He stayed calm. Once Kaname debuted and got on his feet, the Son would fade back into the background as if he never existed. That was the plan, anyway. The Priest had told him that he would be free to do as he pleased away from his watchful eye if everything went according to plan.
After a year of guiding his brother in the ways of being an idol, the Son wanted to see how he was progressing. Kaname hadn’t said anything about a performance, but since the Son was very good at keeping an ear to the ground, he had found out about a performance between Kaname and Tatsumi to be put on for the entire school. He wasn’t entirely sure what the purpose of that was exactly, but it would be a good time to gauge Kaname’s progress and how well he had followed the Son’s instructions. The Son made his way through the crowd, finding a spot near the front but not where Kaname could see him and he watched the empty stage, waiting for any sign of life.
The projectors came on and a video began playing, a video about the exact secret that the Son had been safeguarding even from his brother. It was a video about Kaname’s mother and how she had ruined the career of one of the best idols that had ever existed in Japan. The energy in the crowd was agitated, vibrating with anger as they waited for the two aspiring idols to take the stage. The Son wanted to run backstage, warn his brother of the impending danger, but could only watch in horror as the curtains raised and the crowd rushed forward. The Son looked on as the two young idols were yanked from the stage, a scream lost to the noise of the crowd, unable to do anything.
When it was over, he had found himself in the hospital waiting room, pacing the length of it as he went over the potential outcome of the surgery. His brother had suffered greatly, that much was obvious to the Son as they loaded the two boys into the ambulance, but how much damage was done had yet to be seen.
Someone approached the Prodigal Son while he was pacing and placed a hand on his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. Thank you for coming home.
#shay writes#enstars#ensemble stars#himeru#OKAY OKAY. IM JUST POSTING IT IDC I NEED TO GET THIS OUT OF MY SYSTEM#HIMERU BACKSTORY BUT I HAD TO WRITE IT LIKE SARAMAGO IDK IT JUST KINDA HAPPENED#BUT I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING IN THIS STYLE YOU HAVE NOOOOOOOOO IDEA#i edited about 3 pages of this and then was like. fuck it i cant do this anymore#hate reading my own writing hate hate hate it but yeah. oremeru backstory#theres more that i want to maybe expand upon eventually but i need more time to rotate those ideas in my mind#so like. runaway meru and then with the priest. but only a little with the priest#also idk when priest died. i know it happened slightly before the current era but idk by how much so.#to me? he was the one who got oremeru in contact with kaname and then died some time between that phone call and the current era#ik they mentioned priest being dead in one of the 1.5 tours i think the mayoshino one but blegh#or maybe it was a scout story idr its not super relevant i'll read it eventually but yeah.#okay enjoy 2.3k words of me just throwing things at the wall
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girl help I'm having ideas above my ability-to-kill-my-darlings level
#trying to get back on this time zone so i've been lying in bed but not falling asleep for long enough#that my brain just started being like. hey what if...ok but WHAT IF#picking up the pace with every rotation#specifically about starlightverse and let's just say#if I did this it would involve changing a lot of elements that I really like#(book 1 would stay the same. it's like for the rest of the series arc. specifically about shuffling some focal characters)#let's just say for a premise involving mind powers I have not been using that to its full advantage in terms of the...narration ig#but anyway if this might be the coolest idea I've ever ever had#so maybe...I'm going to have to get a little cold-blooded#my brain is so completely fried I just gave up on sleeping and filled my notes app with incoherent ramblings#(yeah there was the big epiphany but also several smaller ones)#i'm sure this s also unreadable but anyway hello everyone my brain is on fire
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Ok so who's down to hear about a half-baked high fantasy dragon!Tron AU?? 👀👀👀
#tron au#i have been rotating this in my mind for a bit now just tossing ideas around#its not fully developed but its still a fun au so far uwu♡#in other words... hALP#i need distractions pleeeeeze♡
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I may be failing my plan to not make any isat aus. So there's this guy her name is Euphrasie right. What if I took her and combined what could be 3 separate au concepts into one. And in the process forced myself to go back and reread a bunch of shit to make sure I know how to maximally fuck over this sad wet puppy of a woman
#rat rambles#did I ever actually make a proper isat talking tag? I don't remember but erm#stars posting#anyways dont count on me committing to this au too hard since Im mostly eternal gales brained rn but I am rotating ideas in my head#shes always interested me deeply as what am I if not a sucker for women who are mostly silhouettes of a character#I was mostly just thinking abt other ppls aus where she is also looping and was thinking abt how fucked it be for her in general but also#how much more fucked it would be for her if it was Only her looping#because as far as she would know theres straight up nothing that can be done to fix this and shed be stuck in a hell of what shed be sure#is her own creation#and then I thought to myself. what if she then accidentally did a loop while trying to fix it#and then my brain also said but what if loop was also there#so I did some mental gymnastics to ignore the possible problems and decided to take an extra spin on it and just sorta add her to the main#party by having her have basically wished to be able to help them defeat the king to make things right and her getting dropped earlier#on in the adventure so I can fuck around with potential character dymamics more (cough cough siffrin)#and for the actual loops I think it'd be funny if she could remember just like loop but was fully convinced that she was looping alone#so itd be siffrin and her acting at eachother trying to hide their seperate breakdowns while meamwhile loop is just staring at her with a#whole heap of mixed emotions but mostly the confusion of who the fuck is this guy???????#and sif is just like yeah thats secret. shes a powerful craft user who's craft experiments backfired and fucked up her body. duh.#and loop just Knows that thats not true but they have no real way to bring it up properly without drawing too much suspicious#oh yeah and Im calling her secret for now. in my minds eye shes like constantly putting on different fronts in hopes that one of them will#stick but shes been able to get away with it by playing up her belief in change to a cartoonish degree#shes really trying to be strong and not raise suspicion since she does want mirabelle to be able to learn and grow from this just the same#as her own mirabelle before and just wants to be able to fix the broken wish by being there to defeat the king herself#which she had already convinced herself was the reason the wish broke since she was the one stuck remembering#I should reword it to that probably because saying shes the one looping isnt Wrong but asside from sif not remembering it still entirely#revolved around him she was just the one forced to deal with it without any real way of learning how to fix it#and while she never figured out the entirety of the sif stuff it was always him taking to her that reset the loop#so she has. complicated feelings on him. she doesn't want to be avoidant or distant or to dislike him! and as time goes on she does grow to#like him a lot! but its just. hard to look him in the eye sometimes.#and then theres the horrors of the actual main game starting and the slow but horrifying realization of how badly she fucked up
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thinkbing about. him
#random thoughts#fnaf#rotating him in my mind like an orb or perhapps a microwavable tv dinner#love the idea of a character who for some reason has him in their house and does regular maintenance on him#someone who worked for fazbear fright and fucking. stole him#au where the place wasn't burned down and actually opened and some kid started working there and fucking took his ass#springtrap in my head is like. mostly an animal. running on instinct and ancient programming. only rarely lucid#the kid who took him oh my god. what if someone who was the sibling of one of the five missing kids stole him#and like. they know he's the man behind the slaughter and can remember him from when he was alive#and they take him and keep him running as like a form of torture. because fazbear fright was gonna be shut down and the animatronic#was gonna be destroyed or smth and they were like 'no you son of a bitch not yet'#and they can sometimes see the ghosts of the children and employees who died and henry. but like they're not done#they cant let go. not yet.#cant let him go to the beyond because that would be too merciful for a son of a bitch like him#but springtrap cant really understand whats happening and mostly just sees Some Guy keeping him running so most of his feelings#are positive#when he's semi lucid he tries to kill them#when he recognizes them from before he kind of shuts down#the range is 'friend!!!' to 'i am going to fucking murder you' to 'how did you do in pe today'#like this guy mostly isn't william afton. idk who he is but he isn't him most of the time#i imagine the springtrap suit is a unique model so its hard to get replacement parts for him so most of him is custom at this point#idk what they do with the bones. probably leave them alone for the most part out of fear of him passing on if they got rid of them#he smells like dirt and mildew and restroom deoderizer probably#i imagine their thoughts on him are 'i recognize this mostly isnt the man who killed my sibling so i dont want him to suffer'#'but also i cant handle the idea of even a little of the man who killed my sibling being able to stop suffering'#like this is william's idea of hell. complete depersonalization#they make his stay tolerable. decent maintenance. idk what kind of enrichment he needs#being kept in a basement away from regular social interaction is probably hell for any children's animatronic#so he loves when they come down for maintenance. probably rarely at first and then more frequently as they adjust themself to his presence#idk how he feels about maintenance. probably very used to the feeling of having a dude inside of him lmaooo
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Sobbing I wanna talk abt my ship with Cortex but I'm sOOO no thoughts head empty right now he just has me like ⚫️w⚫️ 💖💖💖💖
#ROTATING HIM IN MY MIND AT BREAKNECK SPEEDS UNTIL HE GETS SICK 💖💖💖💖💖#its not that i DONT have ideas or thoughts. i think its the opposite actually where i have so many theyre just all imploding on themselves#the inner machinations of my mind are an enigma....#im tryna drop hints that im always down to answer questions about my ship :]#ruby rambles#💜: the man of my schemes
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what's really interesting to me is that in some ways, the demon constantine is the more emotionally intelligent of the two? motherfucker had time to think about life and humanity and himself in hell, freed from all inhibitions; it's a maverick entity, being a golem, so he had no duties, no hang-ups, no problems to solve. it had all the space and time that john never did to contemplate and explore his own identity, and i think it found a lot about itself and the ways it differs fundamentally from his creator. the ways he wants to further separate himself from its creator.
like yes, he wants to steal john's place on earth and usurp his life, but because it thinks it could do his life better than he ever could, not because it envies him. he's like the hell version of the golden boy: believing itself to be a well of untapped potential that's actually been cultivated, studied, and culled into something better-defined than john's ever done for himself.
#OOC.#idk i love the idea that even the worst parts of constantine are capable of becoming fully realized / fully rounded out given time#demon constantine has a better concept of its genderweirdness than john and a much healthier relationship to sex#in fact i think it is comfortably sex-repulsed asexual#don't get me wrong! he's still a raging piece of shit! that part hasn't gone away!#he's just a raging piece of shit that understands itself and what he wants in its life better than john ever could#Does this make sense. i am very tired and i am rotating him in my mind#CONSTANTWO HC. ( i'll add some scars to the ones you already made. )
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i have to keep writing shadomega one way or another and this time its in comic format
#talking#u cant make out SHIT in this screenshot everything is gray thumbnails except those black bg panels. which arent finalized either#been thinking about comic making recently. i dont think id ever do a long-running thing but i do have comic ideas in my head :)#a lot of it comes from like... when i write sonic in general it feels like some of it would fit rly well as a comic. LOL#that sonado fic i wrote last year for example. i wrote that in a way where i can imagine it as a comic so fucking easily in my head LOL#especially with the action scenes its like fuuuck i take so much inspo from idw for those#this shadomega one is just a short internal monologues thing so i wrote it up in a trance n was like. this would be really good illustrated#ive been rotating this shadow & princess rosalina comic idea in my mind for months too LOLLL fuck that the school semester just started man
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Thinking about Mandela Prophet au.
But brain isn’t coming up with new ideas-
#Ramblings :)#LIKE. Au's rotate in my mind but most of the time#new ideas just. don't. show up- /lh#Though I did think about some things for Adam's overall anatomy like.#The parasite's origin point or heart is where his stomach used to be.#And. He no longer has the bottom half of his sternum allowing his lower ribs to move out of the way easier when the parasite wants out#especially helpful for the parasite when its coming through the chest specifically-#So I guess I have some new ideas though. I did share those on discord already-#Wow I really am rambling anyway i'm insane /lhj#mandela prophet#guess I should tag this as au for the ramble in the tags
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Can someone explain to me why when im looking at the kaveh/reader tag on ao3, after i make it past the smut collections as im really not in the mood, all other fics are just NOT TAGGED RIGHT.
So many things tagged with Kaveh but none of them are about him, rather alhaitham (even tho i absolutely love him i am on a conquest for kaveh material rn) or even fucking DOTTORE
I found something tagged with kaveh, and like oneshots type stuff with just straight fluff and was ready to go to bed after reading it, but it ended up being about haitham and kaveh wasnt even mentioned let alone appeared.
fic writers please tag fics correctly
(and if anyone knows any kaveh fics send them my way please im at my limit)
#im so close to giving up on genshin fics#and just finding them through the two authors i actually really enjoy#which sucks ass cause first of all#im not confident enough to even write fic so im stuck rotating ideas in my mind#and i get tired of always rotating ideas in my mind#so i resote to fics to help me with that alongside just me wanting to read them#its just disheartening i guess#should i even tag this as kaveh#fuck it i will#kaveh fanfiction
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