#keep in mind this isn’t a swap au or anyth

[cuppajj]

I have a question, if the ancient heroes are the villains in A.U., what does the beast cookie look like as good guys?(Do they look the same but in a good guy's way?)

Unfortunately for everyone, the old beasts don’t become good. We just have 10 bad guys

[somniseeker]

HIHI i was thinking about your fic and was wondering, what would be the reaction frm the guys with a yn more mean? Like, they told yn to come to a party with them and yn answer "why would i want to be near You guys lmao"

swings legs i had fun with this one pls read until end for longer snippet !!

“How would the sans' react to a meaner MC?”

pairings; undertale sans aus/mean reader

cw; made with ding!sans' in mind, they're from my fic which you can find on my page. can somewhat be read alone.

You’re quick to deliver sharp, biting remarks, often pointing out flaws or poking fun at the others.

Fresh: At first, Fresh laughs it off and tells you how unrad it is, but you notice his responses slow down over time. You almost think you had hurt his feelings—not that you'd care, but then... Eventually, he starts countering with his own brand of overly chipper sarcasm. 90's insults and the whole shabang. “Jabroni!” ���Bozo!” He’d text quick wittedly and honestly, you felt as if he didn't take you seriously at all!

Ink: Ink acts unbothered, but his emojis start feeling a little more passive-aggressive after each comment. He eventually flat-out asks if you’re always this “charming.” (Hint: yes, you are.)

Anytime someone gets excited about something, you’re quick to brush it off as “boring” or “childish.”

Blue (Swap): At first, Blue is genuinely hurt. He tries to win you over with kindness, but when it doesn’t work, he grows more defensive. “Well, at least I’m not a grouch like you!” Except this doesn't get taken that seriously through text messages, he made many typos while mad. Embarrassment sunk in his skull.

You don’t sugarcoat anything. If someone asks for your opinion, you give it to them straight—even if it stings.

Fell: While the others struggle with your bluntness, Fell almost seems to respect it. “Finally, someone who knows how to talk without all the coddling. You’re still a pain in the ass, though.”

Your humor leans sarcastic and borderline cruel, often making fun of situations or people when they least expect it.

Mutt (Fellswap Papyrus): Mutt starts out confused but eventually laughs along, he was used to his brother somewhat acting this way anyways. “i can’t tell if yer joking or just heartless. either way, i respect it..”

The Skeletons Get Used to You

Over time, the group adjusts to your personality. While the initial sting of your remarks still lingers, they realize that your meanness isn’t necessarily personal—it’s just who you are.

Fell outright calls you out one day: “At least I have the guts to say it to someone’s face. You just hide behind a screen like a coward.” Surprisingly, his bluntness makes you pause. After that, the two of you develop an odd sense of camaraderie, bonding over your shared abrasiveness. But, in your defense, it's not even like you could say anything to any of their faces—it was a groupchat! An online one!

Blue learns to dish out sass in return, though he’s not nearly as sharp as you. “Hah! See? I can be tough too!” It’s almost endearing how hard he tries to keep up.

Overall; the skeletons gradually adjust to your mean-spirited personality, finding it strangely entertaining rather than off-putting. For you, being snarky behind a screen is easier than dealing with the judgmental stares of real life. At first, your bluntness catches them off guard, but having already dealt with Fell’s abrasive honesty and Error’s sarcastic tendencies, they learn to roll with it.

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Ink: we should do introductions!

You: pass.

BlueberryBoi: that’s no way to make friends!

You: i’m not here to make friends. isn’t that obvious?

GlitchBitch: ok, but why’re you still here if you hate us so much?

You: free entertainment. like watching a bad soap opera.

Ink: :\

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BlueberryBoi: hey, what’s your favorite color? i wanna know more about you!

You: it’s not blue, if that’s what you’re fishing for.

BlueberryBoi: why would that be what i’m fishing for?!

FunkN’Fresh: dang, blueberry got roasted!

You: relax, fresh. you’re next. how’s it feel living in 2010 with that personality?

FunkN’Fresh: YO YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO GO THAT HARD!!

ISTHATTHEGRIMREAPER: this is just sad at this point.

You: what’s sad is your edge level. did you write this chat on a black notebook with skull doodles in the margins?

DANCETILLURDEAD: ok but that’s actually kinda funny.

You: congrats, first compliment of the night. don’t get used to it.

nastydawg: i’m crying.

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Ink: it’s been a while since we had someone meaner than fell in here…

Fell2cool4school: correction: i say it to yer faces. this coward hides behind the screen.

You: pretty big words coming from an off-brand tsundere.

FunkN’Fresh: HAHAHA TSUNDERE FELL

Fell2cool4school: say that again, and yer dead.

You: aw, did i hurt your feelings?

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FunkN’Fresh: hey brah, we’re watching a movie later. wanna join?

You: nah.

Fell2cool4school: you always say no. do you do anything fun?

You: yeah, but it doesn’t involve hanging out with people like you.

Fell2cool4school: just admit it. you’re scared we’ll out-snark you.

You: yeah, i’m terrified. let me go cower under my desk real quick.

ISTHATTHEGRIMREAPER: ngl, that sounds like a yes.

BlueberryBoi: i think you secretly like us!

You: doubt.

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Ink: so you coming to the movie night or what?

You: didn’t i already say no? you forget things a lot for someone with so many brains.

Ink: nah, just figured you’d be too lonely to say no twice.

You: …ok, that one wasn’t bad.

FunkN’Fresh: WHOA, INK GOT A POINT!!

BlueberryBoi: hey, if you hate us so much, why’re you always online?

You: you’re that one annoying ad you can’t block.

BlueberryBoi: that doesn’t even make sense!!

Fell2cool4school: neither does their personality. move on.

You: says the guy who named himself “fell2cool4school.”

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You had just logged off your last class for the day, stretching as you leaned back in your chair. The soft hum of your computer faded into the background as your phone buzzed on the desk. That group chat again.

Despite how bizarre it all was, you hadn’t left yet. Something about their antics kept pulling you back—though you weren’t sure if it was curiosity or sheer disbelief at their personalities. You picked up your phone, thumb swiping to open the app.

ISTHATTHEGRIMREAPER: yo, who’s up for a party tonight?

FunkN’Fresh: YO YO YO!! PARTY?? sign me UP, my dudes!

Ink: Party? Who’s hosting??

Fell2cool4school: tf u need to know for? either you’re in or you’re not.

nastydawg: bet it’s just some lame excuse for you to brood.

You couldn’t help but scoff. A party? With them?

You already knew where this was going. The thought of actually hanging out with the loud, chaotic group made your head hurt.

Before you could mute the conversation and move on with your evening, another message came through.

Ink: protégé, you coming?

GlitchBitch: doubt it.

DanceTillUrDead: um, we haven't even seen their face yet..

fell2cool4school: shut up remix no one likes u

DanceTillUrDead: i didnt even say anything :(

FunkN’Fresh: c’mon, protégé! it’ll be fresh. gotta let loose sometimes, you feel?

ISTHATTHEGRIMREAPER: yeah, don’t be lame.

The barrage of messages made you pause. Did they actually think you’d go? You glanced at the messages again, your lips curling into a smirk. If they were expecting you to jump at the invitation, they had another thing coming.

You typed quickly, the sarcasm practically dripping from your fingertips.

You: why would i want to be near you guys lmao.

The chat went silent for a moment. Then:

Fell2cool4school: lmfao

Ink: 😐

nastydawg: damn, that’s cold.

You could almost picture their faces—well, if skeletons had proper faces. Maybe they weren’t used to being called out like this.

FunkN’Fresh: WHOA OKAY, rude.

ISTHATTHEGRIMREAPER: not rude lol, just pathetic. they’re too scared to hang with us.

You raised an eyebrow at the message. Scared? Hardly. But the baiting tone was hard to ignore.

You: scared? pls. i just don’t waste my time.

Fell2cool4school: says the one still sitting here reading our messages.

You grit your teeth. Fell’s words hit a little too close to home, and you weren’t about to let him get the last word.

You: nah, i’m just here for the free comedy show.

gotta say, you guys are top-tier entertainment.

The chat erupted into a mix of responses.

nastydawg: ok but this is funny

Ink: yeah, hilarious.. /s

GlitchBitch: stop fueling them, mutt.

FunkN’Fresh: YO PRO, i’ll have you know i’m like, the LIFE of any party!! you’re missing OUT, my dude.

You: i’m sure. let me know when the clown

show starts, maybe i’ll swing by.

You set your phone down, satisfied. The chat was still blowing up with messages, but you ignored them. They wanted to play games? Fine. You weren’t about to make it easy for them.

Still, as you leaned back in your chair, you couldn’t shake the faint curiosity lingering in your chest. For all their weirdness, you wondered what they’d actually be like in person.

But you weren’t about to admit that—not to them, and definitely not to yourself. Why are you even wasting your precious time with some dumb no life roleplayers anyways.

[st-pop]

SWAP AU!!

Details:

Reiju:

Everything from sanji’s 2nd backstory is the same until the part where reiju helps him escape to the orbit

Rather than Sanji escaping to the orbit for freedom, little sanji, realizing that reiju is also ‘emprisoned’ in a way chose to make reiju leave instead to ‘be free from judges rule’

in the end reiju escaped germa instead of sanji, with the promise that she would come back to save him

(Im pretty sure that reiju had her humanity but still was unable to not follow whatever judge said, dont come after me if this isnt right, im surviving off of spoilers since im on skypiea 🫶)

Reiju, on the orbit didn’t really do much other than decide to work on the ship until they reached land

But then, oh no! The cook pirates attack! Reiju’s fine though because of her Germa abilities, she did save the captain of the cook pirates however and bring him to land..wonder how that will play out later in the story

Anyways, once on land she starts to go in hiding because while on the orbit she finds a newspaper detailing how germa/judge is looking for her

Overtime she ends up working for an anonymous assassination network (since killing was what she had been practically raised to do) called ‘Baroque works’ as Poison Tulip, as Mr. 1’s partner. (Ms.Doublefinger is forced to be Bon Clay/Mr 2’s partner dispite him not wanting/needing a partner :’))

She meets the SwitchAU! crew (which was only Ace, Nojiko, and Kuina at the time) when she had been attempting to assassinate kuina as she was on Baroque Works’s ‘hit-list’ (For more context, a few years back when Baroque Works had attempted to recruit Kuina, like Zoro in the OG universe, she beat up one of the millions and (coincidentally) the Mushi-Mushi line the millions had on that directly connected to Crocodile’s office had turned on. Kuina (unknowing of the Mushi-Mushi line) said something like ‘After a while, crocodile!’ As a catchy goodbye (knowing nothing about Mr.0’s identity) completely unaware of the fact she gave the actual Crocodile a bloody heart attack and got herself on Baroque Works’s top hitlist and for the past few years she’s had to deal with baroque works assassins)

Before Kuina and Reiju can actually begun fighting, Nojiko throws a tangerine (picked up from onland) to reiju saying ‘You look like you havent gotten to eat in days’, Reiju expects this to be something to keep her off her guard, or perhaps a taunt but quickly sees the rest the crew, (Kuina waiting patiently for her to eat and Ace flashing her a grin before telling her they have more food in the back if she needs any) and realizes that they’re genuine.

This reminds her of Sanji and shes explains that originally she was to kill the swordswoman however now shes changed her mind and has decided that she’d like to join the crew.

Nojiko and Kuina are suspicious but after seeing their captain’s grin they realize that anything they say wont be much use so they just sorta accept it

And thats how in this au reiju joined the SwitchAu! Crew!,

Kuina:

Ok so for kuina i’ve always liked the idea that her story would exactly be like Zoro’s, so that what im going to do here

the only different is that Zoro died young instead when he was training, kuina took up the 3 sword style technique to commemorate him

Ik that this isn’t really for kuina but i just have to put this here, in this AU tashigi is a dude who looks identical to Zoro (tashigi was so important to Zoro’s story in the OG timeline so i feel its only right to do the same for kuina. Tashigi’s personality, glasses and morals are all still the same tho ^^

Ok this is it for now, i’ll edit this later and slowly add the rest of the AU’s Backstories when i’ve got the time 🫶

[inoreuct]

horse girl zoro/prince sanji au that @redgitanako and i talked about way back when because it suddenly crossed my mind OKAY HERE WE GO

zoro’s a travelling bounty hunter with three horses. yes, three. don’t tell kitetsu and enma but wado’s his favourite

wado was kuina’s horse; when kuina died she was so sad because she didn’t get why kuina was gone and for a while zoro had to emotionally support a horse AND himself, but horses are smart creatures. wado understood by herself after a while. they don’t really talk about it.

on that note, zoro talks to his horses. people look at him like he’s a few crayons short of the whole pack but they don’t say anything because he looks scary as hell; built like a brick wall, one eye gone, gnarly scar across his chest and all

(they’ll never know that he’s having an argument with enma about buying supplies where one party is contributing in possibly-misinterpreted horse looks. the crayons aren’t missing— but it’s admittedly a little hard to prove they’re there, zoro, we can’t keep defending you like this)

sanji's the third prince of the kingdom that hires him; sora’s the queen, and his siblings are all decent other than regular sibling assholery. judge is on the run and they’ve made the collective decision that they want his head on a stick.

zoro expects sanji to be a stuck-up priss because he LOOKS like a stuck-up priss— look at his perfect hair. his clothes. his heeled boots and his stupid curly eyebrows

but NO. well, yes, sanji IS a little bit of a stuck-up priss but also, he’s good with horses?? wado takes to him like a DREAM and zoro's flabbergasted because anybody who has ever tried to coddle her other than zoro or kuina has gotten kicked in the head, but sanji's petting at her neck and cooing at her in baby-talk and she's licking sugar cubes and apple slices out of his palm. zoro feels so betrayed.

like of COURSE his horse had to take a liking to the boy he hates OF ALL PEOPLE.

(zoro. at this moment the horse is smarter than you. listen to her.)

reiju’s the princess here, but sanji’s the one who got all the magic-esque affinities. animals LOVE him. he would be a literal disney princess if not for the fact that he doesn’t love them back

like SQUIRREL. WHY ARE YOU SHITTING ALL OVER MY YARD. GO AWAY. WHY IS A DOG TRYING TO LICK MY HAIR. WHYYY IS THIS BIRD BRINGING ME STICKS ALL THE TIME. he’s trying to fall asleep. he hears a TSKTSKTSKTSKTSKTSKTSK. he sits up and gets right out of bed and starts yelling at the lizard on the ceiling.

he does have a pretty mare called maple, though! (and zoro can’t help but love her too; it’s a sign that the mosshead doesn’t clock until much, much later)

and then zoro comes into his life with his three horses and sanji yanks him in by the collar like "listen up, swordsman. i do not CARE how sweet your horses are. i do not CARE how— how— WHATEVER you are. if you stink up my stable i will make you sleep in it, are we clear?" and zoro just nods because he’s having a bit of a gay crisis

sanji is 1. pretty 2. entirely able to hold his own and 3. Wado Approved™ and zoro does NOT know how to deal. at all. he’s holding onto wado’s reins for dear life. he wonders if the same ultimatum would apply if he swapped out the word stable for bed and immediately wants to dunk himself into the horse trough.

meanwhile sanji isn’t spared at all. sora sits on her throne, one eyebrow raised as her son goes on and on about how "mother i hate the swordsman you hired. he's green. and ugly. like a troll. like an OGRE. his hands are too big. his boots are too shiny. his earrings are cute but only because i want them. his EVERYTHING smells like horse. he might as well be a horse with how strong he is, did you know how many hay bales he carried at once??" and she’s just like,,, "honey are you sure this is hate"

she certainly wouldn’t mind them being together. zoro is rough around the edges and does smell a bit like horse, admittedly, but he was clearly raised right— he’s respectful in his own gruff way and he does things with immense care. sora’s noticed. she knows her son well enough to know that he’s noticed, too.

one day sanji bumps into zoro on his way out of the baths and wow. okay. so he doesn’t smell like horse ALL the time and oh his hair is damp and there's a towel around his waist and he is very, very shirtless and sanji turns around in a panic and walks face-first into a pillar.

he watches zoro care for his horses, carefully brushing through their manes and coats as he speaks to them softly, and alright. maybe this guy isn’t all bad. animals, sanji has noticed, are brilliant judges of character; horses especially can be testy and temperamental, and they don’t hesitate to kick anybody they don’t like.

zoro’s horses love him, and it’s obvious. maple looks forward to the snacks he slips her when he thinks that nobody’s looking. that says a lot more about his character than anything else.

after a few days zoro has a solid plan down and sets out to find judge, and suddenly the stables are empty. sanji finds himself going out with maple more and more, exploring the woods around their forest to pass the time because he needs something to keep his mind occupied and there’s only so much he can cook. judge might be a piece of shit, but he’s also an evil genius, and sanji refuses to admit he’s worried even though he is.

and then zoro comes back with judge’s war helmet wrapped in a cloth, gore dripping off the bottom edge as he sets it at sora’s feet.

he’s a little banged up, tired as hell with a couple of scratches here and there— nothing serious, but sanji still drags him to the infirmary and cleans him up perhaps a little more emotionally than either of them had expected

he passes out for a good few days afterwards but sora invites him to stay for a little longer, a time frame that nobody specifies. zoro just kind of… doesn’t leave. it’s strange for him; he’s wandered, always. he gets antsy staying in one place for too long, but this blond prince that is strangely kind and gives back as good as he gets is really something else.

the days pass. they race and bicker and soon enough, all three of zoro’s horses have brass name plaques tacked above what are now their stalls. he had a room in the palace and a place at the dinner table. sanji’s hair has grown long, now, and neither of them talk about the way that zoro’s stay has become something that feels more permanent—

until zoro finally finds the balls to give sanji one of his earrings as a courting gift. it’s the first one of many, but at that moment sanji just looks at it wide-eyed and zoro starts to shrink back all like "if you. don't want it that's alright. i'll get you something new, something else—" because look, he knows he’s not much. he has money, but not enough to give sanji something really nice. not enough to get something that’s more impressive than all the jewels and gold that the prince could have at a whim. he’s a bounty hunter that came from dirt and this earring is the most precious thing he has to offer, but he understands if—

sanji kisses him. yells something borderline incoherent along the lines of about fucking time as he shakes zoro by the shoulders, but he’s smiling very brightly and he’s very beautiful and zoro has a feeling they're going to be just fine.

(sora and the siblings breathe a collective sigh of relief, because the pining looks and dejected sighing were really getting a little ridiculous.)

(they speak too soon. after they get together it somehow gets WORSE.)

this was a ride… (get it. get it.) okay i’ll stop HOPE YOU ENJOYED HEH i know a lot of places are having a flu season/covid wave going around rn so make sure to hydrate and eat well!! muaks 😽

[thisapplepielife]

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Tuesday's Gone With the Wind, Complete

Steddie, E, 184K, 9/9 Chapters (Read on AO3) Corroded Coffin's leased plane went down on June 13th, 1995 in the woods of Louisiana. Ten people on board died. Eddie Munson survived. Before he survived, he really lived.

Take the Money and Run, Complete

Steddie, E, 144K, 22/22 Chapters (Read on AO3) “Rules. Like, there’ll be no eating in my car. You’re not driving my car. No heavy metal,” Steve keeps listing, “you’re not picking up women and fucking them in m-” “I'll try to control myself,” Eddie interrupts with a quip, a smirk. Fucking girls in Steve’s car, or anywhere else for that matter, isn’t going to be an issue, unless something pretty fundamental shifts in him. Steve continues, completely ignoring Eddie, “You’ll wipe your feet. You’re not dragging dirt all over my car. No hitchhikers. No cutesy road games. No smoking in the car. I’m not paying for all the gas.” “Ass, gas or grass, got it,” Eddie says, like he's taking this very seriously. He is not taking this seriously. Or: Road trip!

All Across the Universe, Complete

Steddie, E, 135K, 16/16 Chapters (Read on AO3)

Steve Harrington knows this world isn't permanent. They never are. He blinks into existence, brand new and disoriented. He might not know where he is, or when, but he knows he's searching for something, for someone, as he's called on and on, all across the universe. He always finds him. Eddie.

I've got four series so far, and they can be found below:

Wildflowers...and All the Rest, Complete

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Jagged Little Pill, Complete

2/2, M, 26K, (Read on AO3)

My first foray into writing for Stranger Things and Steddie! Set in the 90s. Eddie runs, and Steve and the kids decide to find him using El's powers.

First part from Steve's POV and the second is from Eddie's.

No Sign of (Goddamn, Motherfucking) Soulmates, Complete

2/2, E, 5K, (Read on AO3)

I actually got assigned the prompt "soulmates" on both of my Christmas and New Year's bingo cards. Instead of trying to double-up, I decided to just make them companion pieces.

First part from Steve's POV and the second is from Eddie's POV.

Naughty and Nice: The Adventures of Krampus & Santa, Complete

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Born to Run, T, 2k, tumblr

he had a marvelous time ruining everything, T, 2.5k, tumblr

written all over his knuckles, T, 1.3k, tumblr

Others:

Broken Halos Never Mend, M, 7.4k, tumblr (also on ao3) (platonic stobin)

Firing on All Cylinders, T, 3k, tumblr (Jeff & Goodie, Corroded Coffin, Set in Tuesday's verse)

Save It For a Rainy Day, T, 1.9k, tumblr (Wayne, childhood Steddie)

Set Sail on Your Ocean Of Flavor, T, 2.5k, tumblr (Chrissy, Eddie, Steve, Robin)

You Hear That?, T, 3.8k, tumblr (Robin, Corroded Coffin, Pre-Steddie, The Party)

And I run the event @corrodedcoffinfest that is currently hosting pop-up events. If you'd like to join, please come on over there!

The current event is the Good Fortune pop-up scheduled for January 1st, 2025.

After writing Tuesday's, Gareth wormed his way into my brain. Since then, he's been featured quite often in my fics. Here are some of those things:

Tuesday's Gone With the Wind, E, 184k

Wildflowers...and all the Rest, E, 151k

Certified Freak, E, 18k

Damage, Lots of Damage, E, 14k

No Loose Ends, E, 6.5k

One Nap at a Time, T, 2k

Bang Dem Sticks, T, <1k

Rotten Little Shit, T, <1k

Corroded Coffin Fest

I've ran out of links so this is what cut, lol.

Gareth fanvid for a Corroded Coffin Fest pop-up event.

Steddie mini edit video

[playereg16]

Back with my SC swapped AU, that I decided to call, The Switched Critters. Not the best name but it’s what I decided to call it. (Though it’s possible I might change it at some point in the future)

Anyways, I did some redesigns on these guys, their pendants, clothing, even changed a few names. And here they are, starting off with the leader of The Switched Critters

CheerfulChicken! (KickinChicken swapped with DogDay). This chicken is the leader of his crew! As his name implies, he’s super cheerful, jolly and bright. Always make sure everyone is having a good and sunny day. He keeps things in check, making sure everything is fine. Though while sometimes, he can be a bit pushy at times, Cheer means well and reminds himself to not be very pushy towards his friends.

(Not much has changed from him. I did decide to call him Cheerful instead of Cheery. Though Cheery is considered one of his nicknames)

DozyCorn! (CraftyCorn swapped with CatNap). This unicorn is described as lax, often finding herself sleeping almost every day. Despite her lack of presentation, she still cares for her friends. Dozy is super adamant about the well-being of her friends’ sleep schedule, making sure they’re on a healthy schedule.

(Changed some things for Dozy. Her name is now DozyCorn, only because she still remains a unicorn instead of a pony. I made a mistake when I designed her, keeping the horn and calling her a pony. Not to mention, she does have magic powers. Her magic is mostly used to put people to sleep, just like CatNap’s red smoke. Unlike CatNap’s though, it doesn’t give anyone terrible nightmares. She has a long tail, which she uses to sleep on, she can even use her powers to expand it into a cloud. Her mane hair covers her right eye, which I actually liked how it turned out)

Berry BearBrains! (Bobby Bearhug swapped with Bubba). Berry is known for being very educational and smart in the group. She is often described as a bookworm, loves to read different types of books and literature. Berry loves to teach others about her learning experiences and assists others in need.

(Not much has changed other than her name and wardrobe only because a lab coat didn’t suit her best)

Healthy Hare! (Hoppy Hopscotch swapped with Picky). Health is described as a foodie. Trying out different kinds of recipes and cooking different kinds of food, mostly healthy food. She wants to make sure her friends have a good and healthy diet. While there are times she makes dessert and sweets, her favorite dessert and the most she makes are carrot cakes. She owns a greenhouse for her farm.

(Nothing’s changed from her. Added a little straw hat for fun)

Creative Canine/CC! (DogDay swapped with CraftyCorn). A VERY creative dog with a wild imagination. CC isn’t just doing drawings or painting. There’s just something that always inspires him to do anything his mind comes up with. Writing notes, writing stories, making things outta paper, making stuff animals. CC loves to bring his imagination and ideas to life.

(I changed his old name because it just didn’t sit well with me. His pendant is a pencil)

ZapCat! (CatNap swapped with Hoppy). ZapCat or Zappy is a wild cat, never staying still. Because of his energetic personality, he’s always running around. However, this tends to lead him into trouble, mostly with Maxi. Sometimes, his energetic nature causes him to accidentally release his claws, causing some scratching accidents, after which he feels guilty about.

(The only change in ZapCat was his tail. Because Dozy now has the longer tail, Zappy’s tail is just a normal cat tail. His bandages will be explained later)

Maxi Mammal! (Bubba Bubbaphant swapped with Kickin). Maxi is considered the strongest of the group. When it comes to strength, this elephant is number one among the group. He’s also tends to be a bit of a cocky guy who thinks he’s all mighty, always tend to show off. Maxi will take on any challenge someone asks him to do.

(Okay, so I’ve been itching the idea to change his name but I could not come up with an interesting name for him. So his name might be changed if i come up with something else. Anyways, Maxi’s now wears a bandana instead of a cap and his pendant is changed to a brick, signifying how strong and capable he is)

Passion Piggy! (Picky Piggy swapped with Bobby). A lovable pig who loves to give not just affection but support. Passion wants to show how much she loves her friends, making sure everyone is getting enough sun, exercise, water, whatever they need. Giving them boost confidence or encouragement, she’s the pig that has her best friends’ back.

(Passion’s vest was updated since it looked too bland in the original drawing. Her pendant still keeps the heart, it’s now shaped like a box)

[the-violet-galaxy]

Moon in the Killswap AU, to go along with Sun! This Swap AU explores TSAMS if Sun had been the one with the killcode – and by extension, Moon is the one Eclipse manifests inside of.

The twins’ backstory is almost the same as canon. Moon was born with no control over the body, and was angry and lashed out at Sun for this (and was an asshole to pretty much everyone else when he did have control.)  Sun was afraid of him, but still tried to reach out. They came to an understanding, became brothers, and found a way to separate.

Where the backstory differed is with Sun. His killcode was like a switch that activated when he was pushed to a limit, reacting to abuse, mistreatment, the breaking of rules. Moon’s abuse was one of the things that could trigger Sun’s killcode, which emotionally destroyed Sun every time he came back to himself to find someone dead by his hands; during these early years, Moon was so bitter about his circumstances that he sometimes egged Sun on and mocked him for his efforts to not kill people.

But eventually, he knew Sun was not to blame, and wanted to change for the better. He wanted to help Sun suppress his Killcode. So, he separated them, so they could start a new chapter in their lives.

But Sun considered himself too weak to ever fully control his killcode – so while they were in the process of separating, he secretly snuck it through the datastream into Moon’s head, who he thought would never be affected by it.

And Eclipse manifested inside of Moon, who was “Sun” trapped alone within the mind of his abuser…

And a year later Eclipse shows up and begins his crusade to ruin the brothers’ lives and to find the Star to bring order to the world! While inside Moon, he starts amplifying Moon’s faults. He eggs on his abusive behavior towards Sun, his assholish behavior to others, and, one of Moon’s biggest struggles: his controlling nature.

Because these are all faults that Moon has, and Eclipse shines an especially strong light on them. This causes tension between the brothers as they try to figure out what to do, when Eclipse keeps hijacking Moon’s body in search of that Star.

(Especially when Sun’s killcode starts regenerating, and as with before, when Moon is abusive towards Sun, that is one of the big triggers to make the killcode’s influence stronger and stronger until Killcode as a sapient entity is strong enough to be born. For Sun’s arc, the killcode is like a metaphor for “taking revenge and hurting the people who hurt you back,” which Sun desperately wants to fight against.)

And so, one of the big parts of the AU is Moon having to learn to be a better person – to keep changing for the better -- to unlearn his abusive patterns. That will be the key.  

Because one thing’s for sure: Sun is the most important person in Moon’s world. Even during the times when he hurts him, he still loves him more than anything. He vows he WILL protect Sun (and the rest of his family that come later), he will keep Eclipse from the Star so he can’t use it to kill them, he will save Sun when Solar is implanted in his head (and later, protect Solar when he is their brother), he will find a way to remove Sun’s killcode when it regenerates and becomes sentient.

(But it won’t be that easy. And, well, when things keep NOT going his way, Moon might end up with a very unhappy arc that ends in disastrous consequences the way it did for Sun when Sun killed Bloodmoon…)   

And that’s an overview for Moon!

Some other notes:

Moon has very little knowledge of Magig. Sun is the master magic user.

Moon is the one who suffered July 16 because of the Blacksun Burn Twins, and boy is he mad at them.

Roxanne replaces Monty and is Sun’s close friend. Whether there is a crush or not, Moon still teases Sun about having a crush on Roxanne.

It’ll be fun to write how Moon interacts differently with Solar and Killcode when they control Sun’s body. (He first realizes Solar is in there when Solar isn’t good at acting happy and jittery like Sun.) (But he haaaaates Killcode’s guts sososo much you guys.)

(It will also shine a light on Killswap Moon’s difference between Old Moon and New Moon from TSAMS canon.)  

That’s him! I should probably draw Eclipse next!

[honestlyboringperson]

Team BEST in the Persona 5 AU! Skizz looks like utter dogshit because I can’t draw muscles! Sorry Skizz!

Also yes, Etho’s outfit is partially based on @/spell-struck’s Arcana Swap AU design for Yusuke. Go check it out! Their designs are amazing.

Again, More Information is under the cut.

Southlanders

The Scottage + Gem

Fairy Fort

Magical Mountain + Cub

Bdubs - “Scout” - The Lovers Arcana - Peter Pan/Orobas

A man of short stature and an even shorter fuse, Bdubs is a college student pursuing a degree in architecture and is known for his dubious ability to immediately know what field someone should go into. Be it art, film, or even just mathematics, his judgement is never wrong which led him to be recruited into a local theatre troupe to help with casting members to roles. This causes him to befriend a certain young prodigy actor who specializes in theatrically heroic protagonists and bombastically charismatic villains.

His persona is Peter Pan who is a famous pop culture character. Peter Pan is known for his devil may care attitude and his claims of greatness. His abilities allow himself and others to fly, and in this AU, Bdubs is known for uplifting others with both his scouting abilities and work as a phantom thief. Bdubs is also quite boastful, also fitting with Peter Pan’s character.

His Ultimate Persona is Orobas, a Great Prince of Hell and a Goetic Demon. He is the patron of horses, and gives power and control over others. He also can protect people from evil spirits and is clairvoyant. No wonder Bdubs “Horsegirl Supreme” got this guy as his ultimate persona.

Etho - “Shade” - The Hanged Man Arcana - Arahabaki/Inari-Okami

Etho is a mysterious college student known throughout the campus as being aloof, quiet, and even possibly dangerous. Those close to him know he’s just socially awkward. At a young age, he is known for his inventions in engineering and was presented with several scholarships to several prestigious institutions across the city. Unfortunately, he is horrendously bad at anything that isn’t engineering, with his apartment in shambles and his diet mostly consisting of energy drinks and a wide variety of instant ramen.

Arahabaki is a Japanese god of uncertain origin, with this particular portrayal & the one in the Shin Megami Tensei franchise being mainly inspired by the forgery by Tsugaru Soto-Sangunshi. They are a symbol of treachery, rebellion, and heresy after Emperor Jimmu found his enemy Nagasunehiko worshipped him.

Inari Okami is the kami of foxes, fertility, rice, tea, and general worldly success. They are the reason several shrines in Japan have fox statues and they are known for their ability to shapeshift. Their entourage was made up of pure white kitsune, categorized as “zenko” as opposed to the malicious “yako” kitsune.

Skizz - “Knight” - The Justice Arcana - Templar/Heracles

Skizz is Impulse’s best friend and former police officer. He currently works as a construction worker, but helps Impulse with his smithing business. He was fired after directly opposing the corruption that began to spread throughout the city’s police force, and his name was slandered. Despite these tragedies, he keeps a goofy and cheerful demeanour throughout his days. Despite no longer being in the police force, he will not overlook anything he sees as harmful.

Templar, full name Simon Templar is a Robin Hood figure coined “The Saint”. His calling card consists of a stick figure with a halo, and said calling cards were often given to corrupt politicians, warmongers, and other similar low-lives. He was described as “a buccaneer in the suits of Savile Row, amused, cool, debonair, with hell for leather blue eyes, and a saintly smile.”

Heracles is a famed Roman hero, and is considered the god of strength and heroes. He is most known for his tale of the twelve labours, wherein he completes twelve labours set by King Eurystheus to atone for killing his family after Hera makes him temporarily lose his mind. These tasks were aided by his allies and finished with a combination of strength, trickery, and camaraderie.

Tango - “Blaze” - The Magician Arcana - Guy Fawkes/Nimrod

Tango is a popular novelist and D&D master, known for his works in the fantasy horror novel franchise “Decked Out”. Although the original novels were made to satisfy his own desire to tell a compelling story, he becomes severely creatively blocked and is unable to keep up with the demands of his fans. After joining, he’s trying to start fresh with a new franchise, and is currently looking for inspiration for a new novel with the help of Jimmy.

Guy Fawkes is a key figure behind the infamous & controversial Gunpowder Plot. The Gunpowder Plot was a planned regicide, with several barrels of gunpowder being hidden within or near the House of Parliament, with Guy Fawkes being in charge of the explosives. The plan was to blow up the Parliament with the King James I inside and instate a Catholic monarch to the throne. Despite the motives being questionable, the plan failed and all the offenders, Guy Fawkes include were executed for treason. Today, in celebration of the king’s survival and the failure of the plan or simply enjoying the festivities, Bonfire Night was created, with several bonfires, fireworks, and other similar events taking place.

Nimrod is the architect of the Tower of Babel and is known as a king who rebelled against god themselves. The Tower of Babel was intended to reach towards the heavens, but God struck it down and changed the language of the people so they could no longer understand each other and scatters them across the earth.

[peri-berrypawductions]

Ok Swap Mim later I’ve got something new to discuss

TIMELOOPS

WE ALL LOVE EM, RIGHT?

TIMELOOPS ARE COOL, TIMELOOPS ARE SICK

Wandersong timeloop au.

It’s just. Wandersong. But timeloop.

It’s a loop au where one person remembers everything each time a new loop starts.. however the only thing different is that instead of how you’d expect it to be kiwi since they’re the character you play as NO ITS MIRIAM ITS HER TURN

And each loop always ends the same

Kiwi dies, usually in the battle against Audrey and the dream king, but sometimes they die just a little earlier

No bard to start the wandersong, end of the world happens. That’s just how it is.

However, first loop, Miriam finds this strange looking pocket watch, and for some reason, is drawn to it

So she takes it, assuming it’s just a normal watch and that it’s no big deal

But it’s the one thing that keeps making everything reset once the world ends

It would’ve just ended normally, started a new universe and boom, that’s Eya’s goal

But no, Every time the world ends the watch turns back time to the night before the keeper got it, making it all seem like a bad dream, or in Miriam’s case when everything first started

And so the loop starts

The first few ones Miriam isn’t aware she’s in a loop, she just assumes that she had a nightmare of which she can’t remember, despite how familiar everything feels..

But then suddenly realizes what’s going on in the sixth or seventh one

Then she makes a little goal for herself

Make sure Kiwi lives

…which isn’t as easy as it sounds

And so she's forced to watch OVER and OVER again as kiwi dies in that fight or in some other way, silently praying to herself that she can do SOMETHING, ANYTHING to stop it this loop, only to fail and wake up again, remembering each time she gets the watch that “oh crap I'm still stuck in this loop" and making up plans in her mind to fix this, to make sure it doesn't happen

That they don’t die again

But they still do

And kiwi's none the wiser

She’d tried a few loops to tell kiwi they were trapped in a loop, but to no avail, so she just.. stopped trying, as much as it hurt.

She was pretty calm at first, a little traumatized from watching kiwi continually die over and over, but slowly she’d start getting irritated and anxious before each fight, stressing out over if they’d die again and how to get them out that situation in the least damaging way possible throughout the loops, trying new things and feeling even worse each time the damage was more than if she’d chosen another option, as every decision has different outcomes.

Because of this her personality changes a little throughout the loops.

First ten she’s basically just our Miriam, one we all know and love, grumpy, irritable, but has a good heart. After that though that’s when she starts getting really stressed, which causes more anger than usual, which causes a little anxiety..

…ok no a LOT of anxiety

She picked up tendencies that she didn’t have to try and keep herself calm when she isn’t feeling all that great, the main one being grabbing her arm and holding it tighter and tighter depending on her mood! She gets anxious before big fights, like I mentioned before! She’s also really sleep deprived and doesn’t really take the best care of herself because she’s mainly focusing on how to get both kiwi and her out the loop safely, so she doesn’t have time to do any self care stuff. Not to mention she absolutely DESPISES Audrey for being the one to (accidentally) kill them in more loops than normal.

She really wishes kiwi knew, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard to see them so joyful, like always, blissfully unaware that soon enough they might have a star stabbed through their back.

And you can already imagine Kiwi’s pretty concerned

Well, mostly!

They just think Miriam's always been anxious and angry before battles...They have no clue what’s been happening. Since they don’t have that watch there’s no way of remembering everything after a loops. They think she just hated Audrey from the get go, despite her kind of acting like she knew her, and that's just her anger at Audrey for playing a part in continuously murdering her friend, anxiety as she fears Audrey or something else might kill them EARLIER this loop and tries her hardest to make sure it DOES NOT HAPPEN.

she hasn't been able to break the loop yet, so she gets more and more of an angry, anxious mess each loop, basically going through grief and guilt for not being able to protect kiwi, but in further loops she’ll get a little better with this, more or less just annoyed. After all, seeing something a certain amount of times starts to not phase you as much as it did before.

AAAAAND Thats basically it! That’s the lore for ya! Here’s some stuff I did of the au, Which is called “Leitmotif”!!!

Little warning, one of them has a bit of blood- not a lot, and it isn’t detailed or anything, but still- that’s why it’s under the cut!

Context for the third someone on the wandersong discord server wanted me to give her some hot tea so I doodled that out, SEE I CAN BE NICE!!!

[boyardee-znuts]

crow monster au kageyama nsfw hcs kageyama tobio x fem reader wc: 2.2k content warning(s): nsfw, monster au mdni banner by cafekitsune

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—crow monster! kageyama who finds himself falling in love with a small, measly human that could never show a candle to his strength. He’s so big and tall and beastly, enough to even dwarf some of the tall trees that make up the forest he calls home, enough to make even the tallest buildings made by mankind look like nothing more than toys. And yet, you seem to know that past the thick obsidian-black feathers that cover his whole body, the monstrous talons and claws that take the place of his hands, and the black wings that stretch from his back, all that he really is is a scared creature in search of a companion. Just like any old beast, you know that there isn’t an animal that can’t be tamed, and Tobio finds himself subdued by your affection and promises to never abandon him.

—crow monster! kageyama who has the prettiest eyes once you push back the feathers covering his face. It’s almost terrifying to see how human he is past the beastly husk, just a step removed from being a beautiful boy you might have had a crush on in another lifetime. You realize that he can be a tad bit shy at times, and he likes watching you do “human” things. He’s especially fond of when you read to him, and he’ll lay his head in your lap as you recant to him all sorts of fantastical tales. He likes that you’re so smart and can explain all kinds of complex plotlines, themes, and theories to him, and even though it makes him feel a bit childish, he can’t help but be a little jealous of the picture-perfect protagonists that can sweep away their love interests so easily. 

—crow monster! kageyama who mimics human courtship in hopes of winning your favor. Humans like pretty things, right? They swap things like presents and flowers in the books you read, so you must like them too, right? He’s not meant for delicate or tasks that require finesse, so instead of clean blossoms, he ends up uprooting the blooms whole and indiscriminately. He steals a pretty ribbon and does his best to tie the flowers into a coherent bouquet, but it’s hard to do when his claws get in the way, the flowers are stained with mud, and all the leaves and stems and roots keep getting in the way. But Kageyama refuses to quit and does his best to offer up a suitable gift. He’ll be very pleased when you accept it, ruffling his black feathers proudly and staring at you for the rest of the day from afar to see how you cherish and care for his flowers.  His heart skips a beat each time you brush your fingers brush up against the petals or whenever you duck your head to smell their sweet scent.

—crow monster! kageyama who lets his curiosity get the better of him sometimes. Your skin feels so tender and good whenever he touches you, and your body doesn’t resemble or feel anything like his. He can grip your waist with his claws and lift you in the air, and your surprised gasp whenever he squeezes at your body a little too tightly makes something in his own body buzz. Your scent, left lingering all over your belongings and wherever you go, leaves him unable to think straight and his mind quite foggy. He tries to smooth his feathers over to imitate the soft expanses of your own skin and flesh, but no matter how much he preens himself, it doesn’t feel quite the same.

—crow monster! kageyama who can’t let his instincts lay low much longer. He’s in love, and everything you do around him makes his body go crazy. He doesn’t understand why he always wants your body on his, why he wants to swallow you up like the monster he is, why his body feels so sticky and hot at night when you’re not there. He feels like he’s always teetering on the edge of going into heat and letting the lust pooling inside of his mind and stomach go crazy. He grows so much greedier for your touch, gripping your wrists with his talons and pressing your small palms against his chest, his stomach, a sound akin to moans escaping his mouth. His touches are awkward and desperate and clumsy, but the knot that mounts in his gut is impossible for him to ignore. He falls asleep burying his face into clothes and pillows he stole from you, his sharp claws fumbling with his swollen cock and stroking animalistically at his length. It hurts, but it doesn’t feel good. He’s frustrated, and he wants to shove you down and pin you down using the sheer difference in size. He knows the arousal that overwhelms him would go away if you would help him. But you’re a human, and he’s a monster—would asking you to touch him make you disgusted with him? The thought of your face wrinkled in fear and disdain makes his heart sink inside of his chest, but at the same time, it turns him on so badly. He ends up humping his bed-nest amalgamation until his sheets are drenched with his cum, but the pounding in his abdomen refuses to go away no matter how long or how hard he goes at it to the thought of you.

—crow monster! kageyama who does end up going into heat. His inhuman cries and moans fill the forest, and he wants you so badly that he might as well be in pain. He keeps fucking his fist or grinding against any of your belongings that he can get his claws on, but sniffing your scent and imagining lewd scenarios with you doesn’t make the tightness in his chest go away. He imagines you all day, legs spread and bent over in all sorts of obscene positions, all spread out for him to take you on his cock. He imagines burying his cock over and over into you, stretching your insides out, forcing you to take him until he’s emptying load after load into your poor hole. He imagines your cries, the way you’d cling to him and claw at him with your tiny nails, eyes rolling back and whimpering, “‘t won’t fit, Tobio…! Too big- You’re too big…! You’ll break me, you’ll break me with your cock!” It’s embarrassing how much and how often he cums masturbating to the thought of completely overwhelming you and fucking into you as if you’re just a toy made for his pleasure, the territorial streak in his brain purring and reveling in the thought of ruining you so far past recovery with his length that no one but him will be enough to satisfy you. You’re his: made to rest in his wings, made to be the small human he can dote on, made to be his perfect mate.

—crow monster! kageyama who can’t meet your eyes when you find him, led to his den by his unending cries all throughout the night. He shakes uncontrollably when you reach forward and brush the sticky feathers slick with sweat away from his face. His eyes are glassy and unfocused, and all he needs is to feel your lips kissing away his hot tears and whisper his name to know that you’re willing to let him take you. He knows he should be gentle. He should be a better lover. He should be able to keep his instincts at bay and be good, but none of that sticks in his mind when he’s ripping your clothes apart and shoving you down onto the ground. He slams your thighs apart and pins you down, manhandling your body as if you’re made out of soft cotton and feathers rather than real flesh and bone, and his mouth is all over your slick entrance. His tongue laps at your slit and hole, some monstrous part of him happily swallowing up your taste. He keeps your thighs pried apart with his claws, and he refuses to even give you a chance of escaping him. Your moans and cries are sweeter than he could have ever imagined; the scent of sex making the primal parts of mind go crazy. He humps whatever he can grind up against as he continues licking and sucking at you, not exactly sure if what he’s doing is right but not really caring because he finally, finally has you right where he wants you. 

—crow monster! kageyama who almost cums right then and there when his cock dips into you. He’s too much for you to take whole, but he tries to shove as much of it as he can physically. His already incoherent cries become a flurry of whimpers and sobs, his hips grinding up against yours needily. He’s only put his cock inside you, but he can’t even bring himself to thrust into you properly. It’s already too much for him, his synapses at full throttle as his body struggles just to adjust to having you wrapped so tightly around him. Your cunt milks him, pulses around him, and it’s taking everything in him to not break you in half and fuck himself into you until he’s sure every part of your insides are stuffed with his cum. He drinks up your moans, your sweet voice egging him on, any sense of rationale and logic inside of him gone the very instant he got his paws on you. He’s rutting wildly into you once he gains some modicum of control over himself, and hot flashes of pleasure rip through your body. You can’t breathe; it feels like he’s filling you all the way up to your throat, but you can feel his thinly veiled restraint. He would never want to hurt you, never risk scaring you away, and you do your best to lay there so that the unending pounding in his navel goes away. If he weren’t in so much pain, it would be almost cute to see such a feared creature turn into a desperate mess, unable to live without your attention. All he can think about, feel, live for is the way your insides suck him in, your body made to be a part of him forever, human or monster or not. 

—crow monster! kageyama who still demands a warped sense of romance from you even in the thick of his frenzied heat. He kisses you over and over, and when his hands aren’t spreading you open so he can fuck into you deeper, he’s trying to weave his claws into your fingers. He really does want to be a good man for you, so he does his best to continue his imitation of human courtship even when he’s reduced to such a pathetic state. He wants you to want this too, wants it to feel just as good for you too. The two of you are defying the laws of nature by choosing each other, and he’s going to meet you in the middle so you aren’t left stranded. His teeth graze over your neck and your thin skin, threatening to break you and mark you up, but he swaps out the violent, animal part of his mind out for who he would be had he been born as a suitable partner for you, as a human. But you wanted this, you accepted him, you picked him—you picked a monster to be your one and only. Kageyama makes sure you feel the brunt of it as he fucks you, stretching out your walls again and again, your hole overflowing with his sticky cum, determined to let the whole world know your choice. You’re fucked dumb, eyes just as glassy and hazed over as he is, his name dying out on your lips, your inner thighs drenched with your cum mixing with his, and he’s nothing short of enamoured to death. 

—crow monster! kageyama who nestles you deep into his wings and his downy feathers as you rest. Your belly feels like it’s been stuffed to the brim with his semen, and even then, he hasn’t completely had his fill yet. But Kageyama loves you and he knows you need a reprise more than anything else. The air is cool and kisses your overwhelmed body as he cradles you the best he can, honey dripping from his wide eyes as you cuddle up to him and let your eyes flutter shut. He can feel you clinging to him as sleep invades your consciousness, and his heart tugs with a sense of gratitude. In a world where he should have been condemned to a lifetime of agonizing solitude and unending unhappiness, you fought against all odds to lay here with him as you are now. He doesn’t care how odd, how fleeting, or even how wrong any of it might be. He has you, and that’s all that will ever matter to the crow. His yesterdays no longer define his todays, and the same goes for you. His heartbeat is loud and echoes through your body, down to your bones, in a rhythm that defies the universe but unites the two of you wholly.

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[coldbrewghoul]

From Top to Bottom - Richtofen University AU

Chapter 5: Class Insecta

This time Reader and Professor Richtofen use more than just their bodies to communicate, but they still do not realize the inescapable fate that they've set into motion.

Notes: POV swap: Reader (X) and Edward Richtofen (Primis) | both characters are switches | hurt/comfort, angst w/ a happy ending, mutual pining, smut heavy plot | This started as a one shot, but I couldn't walk away from it so it's been expanded into a full work.

TW: age gap, situationally inappropriate relationship

-X-

Your lips curled down, frowning at him as he gathered your clothes for you. “You did all of that for your pen? ” you said incredulously.

“Of course not, fräulein,” he bent in front of you and tapped your foot so you would step into your panties. “I did all that because I wanted to fuck that gorgeous body of yours. Getting mein pen back is just the ‘cherry on top’ as you Americans say, ja?”

You tried not to get distracted while he ignored his own nakedness to attend to dressing you. Quick, memorize everything you see! Every bone jut, muscle flex, freckle, scar… “But you could use your wish for anything! We said no limits! Why your pen? ”

He didn’t even fumble while snapping your stockings to your garter while he kissed a particular spot he’d seemed to find interesting on your inner left leg. “Because…” he stood to get your blouse on you, working the buttons up (to higher than you’d had it buttoned it yourself), “I want to be tortured daily with the reminder of those dangerous little teeth of yours every time I write.”

Well, yeah, okay, that was a really good answer . He finished zipping up your skirt and when you turned to go retrieve his pen, he lightly smacked your ass. “This is bullshit , Professor,” you grumbled, thrusting the pen out to him while he busied himself with his own clothes. “Why are you the only one that gets to keep souvenirs?”

He chucked, snatching the pen from your fingers before you could change your mind. “I guess it isn’t very fair… is there something of mein you desire to keep?”

You. Your heart, mind, and soul. Forever. “Duh, MY new pen!”

“Nein, I earned mein pen back fairly. Pick something else.”

“Fine…” You chewed your lip. “I… I want your tie.”

He retrieved the black tie from where it’d been discarded on the floor. “A fine choice,” he whispered, wrapping the length of cloth around your neck and tying it for you. You watched his fingers move gracefully, already missing the feel of them in your mouth. You didn’t deserve him. No one did, really. Uncertainty gnawed its way up your throat, choking you.

You didn’t meet his eyes when you asked hoarsely, “Are you going to regret this?” Regret me?

“Nein,” he responded firmly, grabbing your chin and forcing you to see the sincerity in his eyes. “Never in a million lightyears.”

“That’s a distance and a time,” you murmured.

“Und I am willing to both go the distance und spend all that time with you,” he said matter of factly.

“I don’t want you to get in trouble because of me,” you mumbled morosely.

He tched. “Und I would like to stay out of trouble…” he gripped you in an embrace, resting his chin on your head, “…und avoid risking jeopardizing your education.”

You buried your face into his chest. “S’not fair…”

His laugh vibrated through his body. “Nein, it is not ‘fair.’ The predicament complicates this beautiful thing.”

“You were my top pick for PhD programs. I was going to ask you to be on my thesis board,” you whined.

“Und I would have accepted…” He sighed regretfully. “…but one step at a time. You Americans like to move so fast. You don’t even have your Masters yet.”

“I am not switching Masters programs,” you warned dangerously into his neck. “No one else covers aether research the way you do.”

“You are brilliant. I would not kick you from my class because of mein indiscretion with you. If we are ever to be discovered, you will let me take responsibility.”

“ No!” You whispered, pushing him away to glare at him. “There is no way I am ruining the career of one of the greatest scientists of this age because I couldn’t keep my hands off of him!”

Gott, she stroked his ego just a gutt as she stroked his cock! “Can we not argue about this now?” He whined, reaching back out to you. You relented, sliding into place against his body.

“You have to let me go eventually, Professor.”

He fervently wished she was wrong about that, but she wasn’t. She wasn’t often wrong. “Edward.”

“Huh.”

“We are alone. Mein name is Edward.”

-Richtofen-

He was trying to come to terms with the fact that they couldn’t stay in this classroom forever. He carefully ran his fingers through her hair, cursing that he’d lost so much control, tangling it up in his fingers. She deserved tenderness, although she clearly enjoyed roughness. He silently thanked her for letting him hold on to her as the clock ticked the minutes away, only letting go when it was getting dangerously close to the start of his next class.

“Edward.” The way she said it was like she was feeling it out with her tongue.

“Hm?” He checked and made some final adjustments to her outfit, making a futile effort to tug her skirt to an appropriate length.

“When will I get to see you again?”

“Tomorrow. Class is at nine as always, silly gosling,” he teased her, stalling for time while he thought about how to answer her real question.

She stink-eyed him and reached up to pinch his nose hard, which… ow . “That hurt,” he complained, rubbing the soreness out.

“Take me seriously, you insufferable cockroach,” she hissed, glaring.

“Oh, I will always take you seriously, on mein desk, in any of your luscious holes you ask me to take you,” he said playfully, grabbing the wrist of the hand that once again reached for his nose. Her glare softened when he pressed a kiss into her palm. He finally prepared a serious answer: “I’m not sure… We can’t keep losing control and risk getting caught in the classroom.”

“I have a dorm mate…” she murmured as she thought about it.

“My suite on campus is one of the nicer ones, but it could be dangerous sneaking you in and… and you’d have to practice being quiet. You’re quite the mewling minx,” he winked.

“You’re not exactly quiet yourself.”

He shrugged, smiling. Sure, they were trying to discuss how to get away with a career ending scandal, but he was in such a good mood . Had it just been too long since he’d enjoyed the body of another person? He dared not acknowledge why it was her specifically that made him so happy.

“I could scope out getting to your room,” she mused, biting her thumb. Her little oral fixation was so damn cute. “And on weekends or breaks there’s places off campus. Hotels, camping - do you have a car? And we could visit the rugby team’s shed at the edge of the field when they are at away games. There are foam mats in there so it wouldn’t be uncomfortable.”

He would let him ride her on the sharpest gravel if it meant being inside her, but that thought was overridden as he pondered exactly how she knew about such a convenient little shed to hide affairs in. He decided he didn’t want to know about the lucky boys her age that had run their grubby, inexperienced hands all over her. It really was not like him to be this jealous over his sexual partners’ previous lovers. Unless he wanted her for more than just sex, a little tiny voice whispered. “Perhaps we could meet under different circumstances? I could… bring you dinner…?”

His stomach fluttered in a way he’d never felt before as she brightened up at the thought. “I’d love that! Actually, do you have a key to the the library?”

He nodded. He didn’t, but he would get one.

“We could meet in study room 935. It’s in the back corner and I have a key. Nine-o-clock tomorrow after the library is closed?”

“Yes,” he breathed in anticipation. He reached for her face to pull her into a kiss, bending her back slightly as he leaned into her. She held onto him, pressing into him, so small and delicate and fierce. “Tomorrow night.”

They parted to finish fixing their clothes and his desk to hide their activities. When both were satisfied that they’d hidden their deeds appropriately they said their reluctant goodbyes.

“Edward, what does ‘mein lieb’ mean?” She turned back to ask him, her hand on the door.

Had he said that? “Oh, um… it means ‘ you’re mine’ .” Or something like that , he thought ruefully.

“Huh… you speak so much German when you fuck…” she mused crassly, making heat rise to his cheeks and ears.

“Wiedersehen, fräulein.”

-X-

You raced to your dorm room, throwing your bag on the bed and ripping off your shirt and bra to check the mark he left on you in a mirror. It was already a beautiful red and purple. You traced the indents of his teeth left in your skin and sighed.

“Um… (y/n)?”

Your soul bounded from your body, and you covered yourself with your hands as you turned to see Lea sitting at her desk staring at you like you’d gone crazy. Maybe you had? “Oh, hi. I didn’t see you there.”

She laughed. “Clearly. What are you doing?”

“I got a bug bite,” you lied, grabbing a shirt and pulling it over your head. “Hey, thanks for lending me your glasses.”

She took back her spare glasses, slipping them into their case. “That reminds me, do you know Roger Blackstone?”

“Nope,” you said, stripping out of your slutty outfit into something more comfortable for studying. You two had gotten used to the lack of privacy and she didn’t even question how whorish you’d been dressing lately. You loved how open-minded and non-judgemental she was. Truly the best dorm mate you could have hoped for.

“Huh… Weird. He asked me about you at rugby practice this morning. I wonder why…” She was the manager for the rugby team, which mostly meant she ran around trying to coral the rowdy boys and patiently played secretary to the incompetent Coach Dempsey.

“That is weird. What did he want to know?”

“Basic stuff: what classes you were in, if you worked on campus, how old you were. He asked if you really liked insects?”

You racked your brain and remembered the guy in the lab next to Richtofen’s classroom. Right, he’d said his name was Roger. “Hm, I don’t know what that’s about.”

“He’s just one of the rugby boys. Pretty stereotypical. You know the type. He probably has a crush.”

For someone who claimed to hate meatheads, Lea had fought to get the manager job. It had been a little after Coach Dempsey had arrived for the position, so the slot was open. She claimed it would look good on her resume for her economics degree to have management experience. You examined your friend, taking in her soft curves, delicate features, flowery pastel dress - she was the definition of cute , a contrast to your dark sensuality. “Hey Lea, why don’t you ever date?”

“Okay, we’re talking about me now, huh? Well… I guess it’s because the guys my age are kind of annoying, don’t you think?”

“Oh, I definitely know what you mean,” you agree wholeheartedly. You’d dated a few in America and tried the European guys when you travelled here for university, but they’d all been flings. You’d never gotten very attached to any of them. Not that you hadn’t gotten your fun out of some of them, but it paled in comparison to what Edward had teased out of your body and your heart. If Lea had told you before last week that a decent looking rugby boy was interested in you, you might have been curious enough to take him for a spin, see if he knew how to use any of the muscles that type of guy was usually so proud of, but now? You remembered how uncomfortable you’d felt when his hand grabbed your wrist and shuddered.

-Richtofen-

Edward slipped into Dean Maxis’ office during dinner. The older man was like a father figure to him and had entrusted him with a key so he could tend to the bug enclosures that lined the back wall of the office while the dean was off on business. They were in-progress experiments, as Maxis’ area of expertise was biology - particularly parasitic bugs and bacteria that could influence control on their hosts. Both men dabbled in multiple sciences and enjoyed long theoretical talks while sipping a good Kräuterlikör.

He felt a little guilty for breaking this wonderful man’s trust by stealing a master key from his safe. Maxis had taken him under his wing when he’d first gotten to university after finding out he was an orphan, even vouching for him to join various programs, research jobs, and eventually his professor position. Gott, if Maxis ever found out about his indiscretion… He tried to not think about how betrayed his mentor would feel, how incredibly disappointed he would look.

With a jolt of fear, he heard a noise at the door. Hastily, the key he needed was shoved into his pocket and the safe was re-locked. He grabbed the nearest measuring tool and began pretending to inspect the enclosure he could reach in time before Ludvig Maxis opened the door.

“Edward, my boy!” The man was initially startled to find someone in his office when he arrived, but quickly relaxed when he saw who it was. The fact that the Dean has such trust in him sent a spear into his gut.

“Ludvig,” Edward smiled. “I see the ants are faring well.”

“Ja, my little carpenters. They do so well. I am quite pleased with their progress,” he beamed, walking around to his desk. “Is that all you came in here for? Or perhaps you were sneaking into my office to find something in particular…”

Despite Ludvig’s jovial tone his heart sank. How the fick did the man already know what he was up to?

“Perhaps this is what you were looking for, ja?” Maxis opened a desk draw and retrieved a bottle, waggling it for Edward to see.

“You caught me,” he forced a laugh, quickly crafting his lie. “These students keep me so busy I haven’t gone to the shop in a bit.”

The older man popped the bottle open, producing two glasses to hold a hearty serving of the liquor. They clinked them together before taking a drink. “To easy students und successful experiments, mein sohn!”

Edward chuckled. “Ja, and to you,” he agreed.

“The professor's life is treating you well, ja? Students behaving?”

“Oh, you know…” he replied weakly, trying not to think about a certain misbehaving succubus.

“Und did you take my advice to check out that lovely new lady we hired onto the library staff?”

Maxis had recently taken an interest in Edward’s love life, (“You won’t stay young forever, mein junge!”) suggesting he meet with different women the older man deemed suitable. He doubted (y/n) would make the list considering her age and student status. He made a noncommittal sound.

“ Ach , we will find you a woman yet. Marrying your work will not keep your bed warm!” He thumped Edward’s back. “Finish your drink and walk back to the dinner hall with me. You’re so thin.”

But Edward knew he had already found the woman he wanted to keep his bed warm, his mind stimulated, his heart soaring…

[homoeroticjunoincident]

I know the main focus of the fansoul AU is toxic yaoi but I have a question.

From what I'm getting at it's a body swap AU between MePhone and Soul? If I'm correct about that, how's MePhone handling it? Being in a human body and having to deal with these two strangers who kinda trust him and depend on him but they're also trying to kill each other? And that's assuming we're in Cacophony, if we're in Concord then it's a bit better but it's a loop!! It's gonna get bad eventually and MePhone has NO IDEA!!!!!

I feel like there's potential for MORE toxic yaoi here.

> I feel like there's potential for MORE toxic yaoi here.

giggles we have the same priorities. anyway first of all i think cccc’s timeloop is a metaphor for cycles of mental illness so jot that down /silly /reference

mephone is dealing with it Badly. heart and mind catch on IMMEDIATELY there is NO CHANCE for him to even try pretending to be soul. they’ve known each other for their entire existences and each other is The Only People They Know, so there is no way they are fooled even the slightest. plus mephone is too busy Dealing With It Badly to not be transparent with it……

i don’t really know what mephone would do…. heart and mind have no idea what to do either. like the most change they’ve had is painting their walls a different color. they hated soul but they loved him he hurt them but they needed him and now he’s. Gone. and there’s this stranger here instead. and in a perverse way, they are so glad he’s dead and someone who seems like he isn’t a weapon is here in his stead.

it’s a new variable and he’s almost revolting to think about, because thinking about him means soul is gone, for real. and they don’t know what to do.

i’d guess heart tries to reach out to him. maybe he’s Better than them, just like soul thought heart was Better than him, more pure, more holy. maybe he’s better, maybe he’s hope, maybe he is something of an angel, here to save heart from the worst thing that ever happened to him. and what are they going to do, ignore him?

mind doesn’t see any hope in this figure. however he does presume he and heart need him alive, so he takes care of him the same way he would soul - make sure he eats and showers and goes to sleep at the appropriate times. also he DOES need to know who he is and find out how to work with him or around him.

before this, though, there’s some sort of grieving process . i imagine heart staying in his room, trying to reconcile all of this, while mind does what he does ‘best’, and takes care of all of them, cracking upon the seams himself, refusing any chance to process anything. he probably breaks down, though, sama storm and a spring, and heart, stressed himself and . well yknow. instead of trying to help him, fights with him (which is what both of them know best. and it comforts them.) maybe even almost killing him. maybe mephone intervenes, after he hears all the fighting- no matter how bad his attempt is, heart stops, just because it’s different than what soul would do. because it’s not soul. because soul will never touch him, will never hurt him, ever again. and he runs, to cry or closest he can. mind lays there, having the same realization heart is, tuning out whatever mephone is saying. then deals with him in whatever way and showers because heart pinned him down to the Dirty floor, and scrubs not until he is clean, but until he is Clean, or the closest he can be. and when he is ready to face everything, he goes outside, to find heart. the fog in his face just reminds him of soul and his Whole, and the vein of relief in his skin he wants to drain and cut out and embrace. whenever he finds heart, they stand, outside in the cold, mind keeping his gaze on heart and not the starless sky, and neither say anything, too exhausted to fight, their words stolen. and then heart takes mind’s hand and lets him lead him ‘home’. and they resolve nothing, and maybe it’s worse than it was before, because soul is dead for all they know. but they open the door, and mind lets heart stay in his room, and it almost feels like peace, that one night.

(will rb with more, probably)

[lilythecattt]

(Please Read) New Magic Anon/Ask Rules!

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[writer-or-whatever]

The body swap WIP! I love that trope🤭

It's a good fucking trope! Although currently that fic sort of exists just as a bulleted list type outline, not any concrete scenes yet (despite the fact that it has been nebulously floating around in my brain for like a year). Anyway, please enjoy the concept:

AU where soulmates swap bodies for 24 hours. This happens when one of them needs the other most instead of some arbitrary age. Peter, of course, is alone in NYC post-nwh and after Ned and MJ go away to college. 

The bodyswap happens on a completely mundane Tuesday. Peter hasn’t even had any kind of big spiderman fight, and MJ isn’t in any kind of trouble beyond the six courses she’s taking this semester (it’s slightly too many, or so Ned keeps saying, but she needs to keep herself busy to keep her mind off the gaping hole she feels in her life but can’t really get her head around) 

When they swap, Peter does his best not to panic. He goes through his day, doing his best to channel his inner MJ (which, shouldn’t be too hard. He is in her body) and not clue anyone in. He finds her class schedule, goes, takes notes, and lays low so she doesn’t fall behind. He makes it almost all the way through the day before Ned finally catches up to him and almost immediately clocks that he is, in fact, not MJ. Cue the great grilling for information.

Ned is so excited for MJ, for both of them honestly—even though he doesn’t know Peter—and Peter feels so so bad for clamming up and skirting around so many of his questions, giving just the most perfunctory answers and trying not to break down at having his best friend’s enthusiasm aimed at him again. Ned assumes that MJ is the one who needs her soulmate, he knows about her unease and the feeling that she’s missing something big—knows about her lists and drawings of a boy they don’t know (but that looks so familiar somehow) and the feeling of loss that she tries to play off every time he asks. 

Peter feels like he’s been punched in the solar plexus for the entire conversation. He had no idea that MJ was feeling like this. He hadn’t realized that everyone that forgot him had a Peter Parker sized hole in their lives. He didn’t realize it was possible for anyone to miss him so much, especially when they never even knew he was missing. Peter gets so worked up about this that he actually vomits. Ned is so so worried, but before Peter can really say anything one way or another, he’s back in his own body. 

Meanwhile MJ is having quite the Tuesday. She wakes up in this sad tiny cramped apartment back in New York. It takes her approximately five minutes to come across the spidey suit, which is draped over the shower curtain rod drying. It takes her even less time to find the picture of her, Ned, and the boy whose face she is currently wearing. 

She gets that same sick feeling in her gut and buzzing in her head that she’s had for months, every time she tries to figure out what the hell is missing. She still doesn’t know all the details, or any of them really, but the weird holes in her life and in her and Ned’s friendship seem to be adding up to the shape of this boy—of fucking spiderman apparently (and why does that information give her a bit of smug satisfaction? Not that her soulmate is a superhero but rather the fact that she’s figured out that this boy is spiderman). 

She digs around his entire tiny one-room apartment and lays out everything she finds and deems another important piece of the puzzle. She finds a few more photos of them, a lego star wars figure (notably one of the ones that Ned has complained he’s missing from one of his sets), and then the fucking note. The one he wrote to practice telling them who is he is. The one where he tells them all about who he is (Peter Parker), and who he was to her and Ned. Upon reading this, she has a vague memory of this guy walking into the diner she used to work at and giving her his whole name with his order of a single small black coffee before he left. 

Suddenly she is so so angry. It comes from somewhere deep inside her, deeper than the well of the strange sadness she’s been dealing with for months. She doesn’t remember knowing Peter, but somewhere deep inside her she remembers being devasted by something he’s done. 

It’s almost midnight, so she doesn’t have time to do much other than leave him a short note that she leaves on top of all of the other things she’s dug out over the course of the day. It just says ‘You owe me an explanation, Peter’ and her phone number. 

This is, of course, a bad things happen bingo prompt fill so I'm leaving the ending a bit open. So yeah. That's the bodyswap au WIP. Thanks for asking 🥰

[thebrokenmechanicalpencil]

Saturn Strider

(@quibble-auk I know your busy, but I got a worm. Maybe this makes sense, its some deep thoughts for the Swap au)

Tw. angst, child death, overall pain. No comfort.

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Saturnstrider’s spark was screaming. It was crying out and sobbing in his chest. Anyone who could hear, heard it.

Even chained and back in shreds, a perfect specimen. His helm was a bright red, soft golden accents and horns that had gored many. He had a strong jaw, scarred and broken now. He was a handsome mech, as most gladiators were. Vicious, cruel and animalistic. 

Brought to his knees by a round faced servant. A soft pastel yellow, orange lovely plating. She had been a wonderful ornament to her house, sweet and as loyal as anything could be. Maybe her sweetness is what captivated the gladiator. Those small hands, pressed softly to his scarred cheeks

She made him feel.

Made him more than an attention seeking gladiator with a smirk.

He made her feel safe, protected, like she was more than a centerpiece. 

Now he wished she had slapped him when he offered his berth. Told him he would never be enough for someone like her. 

Instead she had kissed him, showed him a softer part of himself he had never grasped.

Now his dearest Cloudspinner was dead. Torn apart. Gone. He felt it in the whole of his chest.

Another wave of rage tore through him, then it mixed with the utter greif rolling in him. A roar of a dead man scorched his throat, because he knew he had not just failed his stubborn loving wife.

Saturnstrider had failed his newspark.

He had never wanted a child, and killed many of them. Ripped the screaming children apart. They were weak. Mistakes. Sent to die in the way of the pits. Its just how it was, he felt nothing for them. The disfigured needed to prove their worth, just like everyone else. If you failed you died. Simple

Then Cloudspinner whispered she felt a stir. She had been shaking with fear and happiness, an odd combination. Like many of his mate’s emotions, things that came in odd pairs.

Saturn had been shell shocked, happiness is not what came to him. Fear. Fear because he knew he had just allowed them to cross a line.

Cloe had been hopeful, passionately so. Saturn however, did his best to maybe persuade her to kill it, he knew there were ways. She had given him a look so full of betrayal he had fallen to his knees.

“We can’t keep it, they won't let you keep it.”

“They. My sparkling isn’t an animal, there like you and me.”

Her bright round optics were sharp with clarity, but her voice shook with hurt. “You don’t want a family with me.”

His chest had tightened, cinching with tension. He wanted her, so desperately. She was his. Would be till he died.

“You're mine, that-”

“So the little spark within me, they arn’t me, arn’t yours?”

No. It was a threat to what they were, if the masters found out about their union. It would be a hell for them both.

But in the end, she wanted it. 

She shared the soft flares she felt with him, caused by the little spark that was gaining, and his systems locked with a protective instinct that shook him to his core.

He didn’t want it. Didn’t want the kid. 

But Cloud desperately wanted it, and soon Saturn was overturned.

He had dreams so soft it made him weak, of small sparklings fitting in his claws. Of being out of this hell he called home.

Hope grew with the tiny spark, and before he knew it he was almost excited to see the little thing. 

Then he woke up. Woke up when his love never came back.

When his master came in holding a bundle that was too small, too soon.

They had taken her sparkling from her too soon, they had hurt her. Rage rattled him, burned him from the inside. Utter and complete.

He needed to find her, he needed to protect her from that snake that owned them both. 

That reptile that held his sparkling.

The thing had the gall to hold the baby close to his chest, like they were his. 

Like he had not ripped them away from their mother too soon, another mind numbing wave of rage tore through him. Torrent had maybe crippled Saturnstrider’s child, had defiled his mate. 

He had hurt what was his.

Was hurting what was his.

The chains had buckled, ripping from the wall as an animalistic snarl tore from his throat. He had almost gotten there in time. Two more seconds and he would have ripped Torrent apart, slowly painted the room with that piece of slag’s insides. Got his sparkling. Got to see their face.

But Torrent activated  Saturn’s primus forsaken programs, and he writhed. Agony wracking him with every movement. Numbing his externals.  Past the pain a sob cut through the fog.

His sparkling was calling for comfort, expressing fear in pained churrups. Torrent wasn’t holding him right. Cloe had taught him how to hold them, you never crushed them to your plating. 

It could hurt them.

Torrent was hurting them.

Saturn had fought as the programs doubled down. His vision shaking with pain, the need to get to Torrent pinned beneath his BCP codes.

Torrent had been smiling.

The snake never let him see his sparkling.

[nami-moittli]

Have you ever wondered how Digimon Frontier might have gone if the Spirits of Steel, Wood, and Earth had been bequeathed to Ophanimon, the Spirits of Water and Darkness had been bequeathed to Seraphimon, the Spirits of Flame, Light, Ice, Wind, and Thunder had been bequeathed to Cherubimon, and the protagonists had been Katsuharu, Teppei, Chiaki, Teruo, and Koichi (with Koji joining later)? Mind if I send each episode to your inbox so you can say how you think they'd go in that scenario?

Hmm, so basically a swap AU? I can’t say that I’ve ever found myself thinking about that idea before but it could be fun!

First off, who will be who? Kouichi and Kouji obviously stay the same, and it’s pretty obvious that Chiaki would have the water spirits, but after that it gets a bit tricky, so I’ll just say Katsuharu=Steel spirits, Teppei=ground spirits and Teruo=wood spirits. For simplicity’s sake I’ll say that they have the same spirits as shown in the show, even though they’d probably have purified versions of them in an actual AU, just like Kouichi in canon. This does mean that Kouji has evil versions of his Spirits, though I don’t really feel like creating new digimon for this AU.

Now, another question, would their backstories be the same as in canon (with some modifications to make them more protagonist-y, ofc)? As in, Katsuharu and Teppei being bullies to Tommy (I don’t believe the other two have much going for them, really, tho I’d probably have to rewatch the episode these four appear in to get their characters better) Ofc, since this is a swap AU, the twins would obviously swap understandings of one another.

Because the Kou twins have the most going for them, here’s what I’m thinking: very similar to canon, only Kouichi’s grandmother isn’t able to tell Kouichi about Kouji. She probably starts, but before she can finish she gets into a coughing fit, and Kouichi is whisked out of her hospital room, unable to know what his grandmother wanted to tell him. He shuts into himself even more. He’s not going to be as sharp as Kouji is, though I can imagine he has his moments, but he’s more passive about the whole thing.

Kouji on the other hand, would still be caught up in his “dead” mother that he didn’t get to meet and still dislikes his stepmother as a result. Though, just because of those grievances it’s not like he hates his family or anything, just kinda keeps them at arms distance emotion wise. That is, until one particularly bad fight with his dad that leaves his stepmom crying. Kouji decides he finally wants to do something and snoops through everything he can to find some more evidence of his biological mom. That’s when he finds… something. Divorce papers, pictures of him and Kouichi as newborns, anything really, it just has to be proof that his mom is alive. And do he goes out to find her. I imagine that Kouji is a bit more upfront about the whole thing, so when he finds his mom’s address he plans to actually knock on the door, but before he can, he sees Kouichi and his mom through a window. This can also be a moment where he finds out about Kouichi if he didn’t know before. But he sees them huddled together, crying (as this probably takes place right after their grandma dies) and decides that he can’t open the door right now.

Both brothers are still very closed off, it’s just that Kouichi quietly retreated inside his room, and Kouji slammed the door shut.

Kouichi gets Ophanimon’s message, and something deep within him tells him that he’ll find the answer to what his grandma wanted to tell him if he followed it. Kouji didn’t get the message and followed his brother close behind. Then he broke his neck on a flight of stairs. Whoopsies?

Compared to divorce victims Kou1 and Kou2, we know much, much, much less about the other four. So this probably won’t be as long as those two’s sections.

Katsuharu and Teppei, like I mentioned before used to bully Tommy. That could be a good starting off point for these two to get some character development!

Since they already know each other, they’d be really close and probably look down on Chiaki and Teruo a bit, trying to ditch them or something. But with safety in numbers and the fact that they aren’t evil and don’t want the others to die, they’d stay grouped up, with some friction of course. By the time everyone got their spirits they’d just gotten used to having each other around, and again, safety in numbers.

For Chiaki, I like to think of her as a trans girl, because yay representation, and also it makes for a fun dynamic (and parallel to Zoe, who’s ostracized for being a foreigner and not really understanding Japanese social cues, from what I remember, and Chiaki would be ostracized for being trans, but that’s for a different thing lol)

She’d probably LOVE being Ranamon/possibly a purified water spirit because of that, though she also likes that the others don’t know that she was born a boy. Again, it’s been AWHILE since I’ve watched the episode these guys appear in, so they’re basically just OCs atp, so I probably have whatever canon personality traits they have wrong. But I think it could be fun if she feels as though she’s “hiding” something from the others for not telling them, but she also doesn’t want them to know in fear of them treating her differently, so it ends up with her being really quiet most of the time.

When she’s Ranamon though, she comes out of her shell more and is way more confident. She likes that people treat her better based on her looks, like canon Ranamon, and will sometimes use that to her advantage. Her character arc would be about opening up and being herself as “Chiaki” and not letting her newfound vanity, for lack of a better term, get the better of her and learning to be more humble as “Ranamon”

Now for Teruo… I’ve got nothing. The main episode I remember for Arbormon/Petaldramon was the burger one, and I think that Arbormon had like… a weird sense of humor or something? It’s been awhile since I watched the show, so I don’t remember it all.

So basing Teruo off what little I can remember, maybe he’s like JP? Or maybe he’ll be a little like Percy from Epithet Erased, where he does insane shit in his actions but will do them completely straight.

Idk where his character arc goes or even what it should be, but I do think it would be funny if Kouichi HATED him. Because in canon, it’s Duskmon who ends up taking out Arbormon, so it’d be funny to me if Kouichi would outwardly laugh at Teruo’s antics only to be cringing on the inside like, what the fuck ic wrong with this bitch?

Okay, okay, in canon, Kouichi is traumatized by being corrupted and almost killing his brother. Add that with Kouichi just being kinda soft spoken in general, if you will, he’s not going to be that mean. But in this AU, everyone’s characters are somewhat based off antagonists, therefore Kouichi’s arc is not only about finding his brother and what his grandma wanted to tell him, but also gaining enough confidence to call Teruo a bitch on screen 👆

(They would eventually become friends, but as I like to think of it, the OG cast would help you hide a body, these kids would help you MAKE one, okay?)

That’s, about it I think? Sorry that this took so long to get to, I started working on it, then I forgot about it and only finally remembered to finish it today 😭 so, sorry again on that. This was fun though, thanks!

Also, about the episode thing, probably not, sorry. Since I have no clue on how to do Teruo and I fear I’d just leave it to rot in my inbox and/or drafts, I’m good.