#oh and don't feel rushed about answers any of my questions about the aus

[suitsimp]

probably doesn't look that great but i attempted to draw Valarie Bronev and Clayton Bronev from the How Things Change au by @multiversal-madness

also i want to point out i attempted to make their poses be similar to some poses done by a certain top hat wearing professor that Luke is missing very dearly, cause i think it's neat and sometimes you just gotta make a child cry

[1tsstargaze59]

Anxifear College AU Fic Chapter 2!!

I have yet to decide on a name for the fic, you're seeing my WIP since I decided to post it on AO3 once it's finished ^^ I usually also give chapters titles but idk yet- we'll have to see if I get any ideas. If not, they'll just be numbered XD

Tw/ Anxious and lonely thoughts, but it's followed with fluff, so you should be fine dw ^^b Chapter 2 under the cut!

As the first month of the semester went by, the trees turned to different hues. Red and yellow brightening up the dull grays of the city. Orange... well orange was like her hair, and green? Green was like her eyes. He saw her in every leaf, every blossom, every sunray shining through his bedroom window early in the morning. The more he tried to get her out of his mind, the more the season reminded him of her. Unavoidable. He was going to see her next Tuesday, after all, they both had to go to work. Fred hoped if he formed a friendship with her, his attraction would diminish; or so he thought.

He arched his back and wiped his face with his hands, forcing the sleepy slouch out of his body. He made breakfast, packed his things, changed into something a little more presentable and left his condo. Living on the top floor of the building had it's perks : privacy, silence, a beautiful view of the city. It's downsides, however, we're non negotiable, notably the height and thus, the time on the elevator. He hated elevators, cramped with nowhere to run to. He shivered at the thought every day. He'd much rather take the stairs. It's not as if anyone else was using them. Plus! It made for a good morning exercise.

Making his way to work is pretty mundane, a repetitive task, driving in the endless sea of cars that formed the heavy traffic. It gave his mind the time to wander, worrying about what ridiculous thing he might say to her next. He's been trying not to flirt with her, but quite frankly it was beyond his control. She's lovely! And he liked her; he couldn't deny it. He was trying to keep things professional more for her sake than his own since she had just been assigned this position. He knew how stressful a time like this could be. In fact, she was obviously very disturbed by the new routine and responsibilities of a lecturer. What she needed was support, not romance. But perhaps? Was he undermining the support a romantic partner could bring to her? Not everyone wants to be in a relationship; he didn't want to assume. He'd have to ask her! But how?

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Many students stay behind to ask him questions after class. He will concede, mathematics aren't for everyone and it's normal to have questions. He's delighted by their curiosity every time, even after 3 years of answering!

"M. Fitzgerald, I don't mean to ask anything too personal," asked Daphne, a design major with a striking taste for the color green, "But why is it that you stay after class even after all the students have left?" Her younger sister, Vivienne, always following in her older sister's footprints, lurked just behind her. The two girls were the last students in the room; the interrogation almost seemed planned to him.

"Oh hm... Well," his hands began to shake, "I stay behind and keep company to Ms. Tyson. As a new teacher, I'd like her to feel welcomed here."

"I see," she paused for a moment to look him up and down, "Well that's very noble of you Frederick. Thank you for answering," Daphne had a knowing smile on her face as she waved goodbye, her sister giggling excitedly, following behind her.

Fred had a sigh of relief. He found himself waiting for Ms. Tyson once more, heart pounding. After about 15 minutes, she was nowhere to be found. Odd, he thought to himself, she's usually so punctual. Perhaps today was the day he... manages to avoid her. His heart doubled in weight and sunk to his stomach. Feeling nauseous, he took a deep breathe and slowly exhaled. He quickly gathered his things into his messenger bag and rushed out the door, trying to move faster then his feelings could catch up.

Rushing down the hall, the faster he walked, the longer the hall became, stretching out for what felt like an eternity. Suddenly, Anna-lee took a turn at the end of corridor, just as he as he arrived. It all happened so quickly : she ran up and took the turn. Right then, he saw her and turned the other way to try to avoid her, but it was too late. They crashed into each other, sending all of Anna's course notes flying into the air.

"My notes!" She yelled after she had triped over his foot and reached out to try to catch them as she fell. Oddly, she didn't feel herself hit the floor. Her eyebrows frowned, she looked down, then turned to look at Fred, "Thanks for catching me," she smiled.

His face lit up and he quickly let go of her waist, fidgeting with his hair and clothes, "You- you're welcome!" He cleared his throat while readjusting his glasses.

"I'm so sorry for crashing into you like that, I was running late-" her voice trailed off, guilty.

"You don't need to apologize, it was an accident. I'm surprised you're late though. What happened?" He asked, helping her collect her things.

"I slept through my alarm- I was exhausted! Last night, I bearily got any sleep and- I don't know why I'm telling you this, you aren't interested in hearing it."

"Well, I asked you didn't I?" He recalled, reaching out for another note, their hands met and their eyes crossed paths. For a moment, he held his breathe and swallowed.

Then, they both giggled nervously and she quickly took the sheet for herself, "I really don't want to bother you, thank you for all your kindness, but I can carry all this on my own," she gestured towards the things he had in his arms, a frown spreading across her face.

"You aren't a burden, but you do have one! Let me help you, I insist," he began to walk towards the classroom again, "It fascinates me how you can carry all this with two hands. By my estimate, this should be near impossible, and I'm a math teacher!"

She laughed, "I've perfected the technique over the years; I don't like writing notes on the computer, so I keep most of them on paper. I usually collect them into folders, but when I'm using them, I'd rather have them loose like this. If you spread them out on a table, they create a timeline!"

"Wow, really?"

"Yes! It's a lot of hard work, but it helps a lot- well- maybe not with organization, but definitely for memory!" She explained nervously, "Sorry to keep you waiting- were you waiting for me?"

"Of course! What kind of friend would I be if I didn't even wait a little bit?" He responded, placing her things onto the desk.

A smiled curled onto her face, "There's still a little time left before my class, are you planning on staying til then, as usual?"

"As usual," he bowed his head politely.

"Well then, I'd say you're a pretty great friend!"

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She pushed herself up brutally, sitting still on her bed for a second. Her heartbeat was racing, the sound ringing in her ears. Her arms loosing strength and shaking. Her room felt entirely too small; the air was suffocating. Another nightmare. A frown slowly, painfully appeared on her face. She could deal with the stress later; it was time to get reay for work. Her nightmare woke her before her alarm could. She took a deep breathe before getting up and shutting it off.

Anna zoomed around her apartment, multitasking a routine she had memorized. Every breakfast was the same : peanut butter jelly sandwich with a cup of coffee; although the spread was interchangeable if she felt bored of PB&J. Milk was also optional. For her clothes, she had made herself a uniform composed of 5 different tops and 5 different pants, all to mix and match. All early morning decision stresses avoided, she finally washes up, packs her things and heads out the door. Her small underground apartment wasn't much, but it was humble for sure, decorated with items from her past as a highschool teacher.

Today was Tuesday and she was expecting to see Fred again. Fred has always been kind to her and she's very thankful for him. She's so new, most of her relationships are very professionally cordial, especially outside of her department, but not with him. He's funny, silly and kind; she enjoys his company, hearing about his interests and sharing her own. In fact, they both teach an underrated class : History and Mathematics are the base of many other disciplines. He can understand her struggles. Hopefully, enough so that he doesn't get tired of her presence...

No one wants to spend too much time inside her mind, not even herself. A thousand worries bounced off the walls in her head, giving her a headache. She shouldn't have drunk so many energy drinks last night. Not a very healthy idea; perhaps that may have caused her nightmare? She frowned to herself. Sitting in public transportation is the loneliest thing you can do with others. She wonders when the strange feeling in her throat would choose to leave.

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Finally came time for her class! As per usual, Anna-Lee was ahead of time exactly 30 minutes to meet up with- oh. When she opened the classroom door, she was met with silence. The room was empty. Well, almost empty. On the edge of the desk rested a gentle bouquet of purple flowers. Anna slowly walked up to it; her back arched forward and her lips pressed tightly. A small note left beside the bouquet read as follows :

"Hey Anna! If you're reading this, you're probably confused. Well, the simple answer is that I'm sick. Nothing bad I promise; I'll be back next week! I just felt bad for leaving you in the dust, so I had a coworker leave you this present from me! Maybe next time I could contact you directly if you give me your number; you know, save us some time! -My warmest regards, Fred."

Up close, the bouquet was huge! She lifted the flowers up to her nose : they were lavender. She took a slow, deep breath and exhaled calmly. She giggled to herself; aren't you supposed to send flowers to the person who's ill? Not the other way around?? What a guy! Even without being here, he still manages to make today more bearable. Lavender is supposed to keep you calm and help you rest as well; he really thinks of everything. As much as she enjoyed the gift... where was she supposed to keep the flowers?

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

[yeoosaangg]

៹ SWIM || KINKTOBER ─ DAY 21

➛ PAIRING:: ZHONG CHENLE × FEM!READER

➛ NOW PLAYING:: SWIM — CHASE ATLANTIC

⤷ ❝YOU PICKED A DANCE WITH THE DEVIL AND YOU LUCKED OUT.❞

➛ GENRE:: IDOL!AU, SECRET RELATIONSHIP, SMUT

➛ WARNINGS:: IMPACT PLAY, CHOKING, DEGRADATION, FINGERING, GAGGING, PRAISE, SEMI-PUBLIC SEX, SPITTING, THROAT FUCKING

── ⋆ ⋆ ── 𔘓 ── ⋆ ⋆ ──

You should've known this would happen.

All you did was apologize to Enhypen's Lee Heeseung for bumping into him at an award show. All the fans went crazy at the public interaction, even if it was accidental.

His hand only held your waist for a second before you went your separate ways.

But your boyfriend doesn't care. Another man's hands were on you and that automatically set off his jealousy. But he knew better than to act impulsively.

So he waited.

After your solo performance, you notice your styling team didn't accompany you inside. You shrug, deciding to change yourself.

You're completely bare when you're being pressed against your mirror rather harshly. You panic, attempting to scream until a familiar man whispers into your ear.

Chenle: I love seeing you like this. All vulnerable for me.

Y/n: What's going on? Shouldn't you be sitting with your group members?

Chenle: What was that out there, hm?

Y/n: What are you talking about?

Chenle: Heeseung.

Y/n: Nothing happened. I just didn't see him standing there when rushing back from the restroom.

He hums, kissing the back of your shoulders. You moan lowly when he rubs his growing bulge against you.

His hand then wraps around your throat, pulling you back into his chest. A surprised gasp of pain escapes your lips as he squeezes tightly.

Chenle: You are mine, doll. You know that, right?

You nod profusely.

He chuckes darkly as he watches the mirror fog up with how hot he's making you feel.

Chenle: If you ever let another man fucking touch you again, I'll kill him and lock you up in our room. Do you understand, darling?

Y/n: I understand.

He loosens his grip on you, letting you turn around to face him. He picks you up and properly sits you down on the vanity.

His hands run up and down your thighs before he lightly smacks them. You moan as he massages the sting away.

Chenle: Remember that talk we had about impact play?

You nod.

Chenle: How about I ask you some questions before I engage in such punishment.

Y/n: Okay.

He smiles, kissing your entire face while his hands continue to massage your thighs. You wish he'd move them higher, but you'll be patient.

Chenle: Have you had any experience with impact play before?

Y/n: No. You're my first everything.

He doesn't realize how much that affects him until his dick twitches in his pants. He hastily gets naked to avoid a wet patch from forming.

The stylists would have his head.

Chenle: Where do you want me to hit you?

Y/n: Ass, legs, boobs, pussy and thighs.

Judging by how you reacted to his light smack earlier, he was expecting you to say your thighs.

Chenle: Answer this while thinking of future scenes. What do you want to be hit with?

Oh.

Well, that's hard. You don't truly know the terminology yet, but you'll try everything if it means he'll be with you through it all.

Y/n: We can figure that out as we progress.

Chenle: How do you feel about marks?

Y/n: I don't mind them as long as they're hidden.

Chenle: Where would you like them?

Y/n: I guess my ass and boobs? No one other than you can see me naked, anyway.

He kisses you in adoration. He knows you bruise easily, that's why he's asking. He doesn't want to get you in trouble with your company.

Chenle: Do you have any medical concerns I should be aware of?

You shake your head.

Chenle: Do you have any allergies?

Y/n: Latex.

He'll remember that for future purposes. He'll avoid buying products containing latex to not inconvenience you. He wants you healthy at all times.

Chenle: And most importantly: do you want to use a safe word or the stoplight system?

Y/n: The latter.

Chenle: Any non-verbal cues?

Y/n: Two taps on your left elbow.

Chenle: Good girl. Now bend over that couch over there.

He steps away from you, smirking when you do as he says. How cute! You forgot this was a punishment. He'll make sure you remember that.

Chenle: We'll start with spanking and work our way up. Think you can handle it?

Y/n: Yes, Master.

He bites back a moan. This is the first time you call him that, ever.

He fucking loves it.

Chenle: I never thought I'd hear you call me that so soon, doll. But, fuck, that's so hot. Do it again.

Y/n: Spank me, Master.

He presses his cock to your dripping cunt, running it up and down your folds. He pushes you forward and spreads your ass cheeks before slamming his hand on your flesh.

You don't even care where you're at right now. All you can focus on is your boyfriend and his hands turning your ass red.

Chenle: God, you look beautiful like this.

He leans down to kiss your asshole, making you jerk forward.

Y/n: Please don't tease me, Master.

Chenle: Quiet, slut. This is still your punishment.

You hear him grab his belt, rubbing against your burning skin.

Chenle: Ready?

You nod, screaming when the leather leaves a long red mark across the back of your thighs. He continues to hit you with his belt the louder your moans get.

Y/n: Master, it feels good.

Chenle: Yeah? What's your color?

Y/n: Green.

He smacks you again, the leather brushing against your cunt. You gasp at the feeling, crying from the pain. But it feels so good.

He rubs the crimson flesh with his hands, leaving kisses in his wake.

Chenle spits on your pussy, running his finger up and down, circling your clit.

Y/n: Want it inside.

Chenle: Do you now? Think you can take my cock in your mouth while I play with your pretty cunt?

Y/n: Yes, Master.

He smirks and kneels in front of you, ass arched even more as he shoves his cock into your mouth with no warning.

He starts thrusting his hips against your face while three of his fingers work you open. His free hand lands a few slaps against your ass while his knuckles disappear inside you.

Your eyes tear up, but you avoid gagging by inhaling through your nose as slowly as you can. You make sure your tongue glides against the underside of his dick.

You try your best to reach up and massage his balls, but with how brutal he's abusing your mouth and pussy... It was becoming difficult.

You begin to squirm and whine the closer he brings you to an orgasm.

Chenle: Are you close, pet?

You choke on your moan at the name. It sounds good coming from him. But you shake your head, too embarrassed to admit you're already gonna cum.

A scream is muffled when he increases his speed on both sides, smirking to himself as he stares into the mirror. This way, he sees his fingers being swallowed by your tight cunt.

Chenle: That's it, baby. Feels good, doesn't it? Just needed a little more help, hm?

That's all it takes for you to squirt on his fingers and taste his cum down your throat.

You thought that was it when he pulls away from you, but he pulls you with him and guides you onto his lap.

Chenle: Your thighs are shaking so much already.

He smacks them hard, eliciting a pornographic moan from you. He then lightly smacks your tits.

Y/n: Fuck!

Chenle: You're so fucking sexy, my little cocksleeve. Now sit on my cock.

You grab his shaft and instantly sit down all the way, screaming at how full you feel.

Y/n: Master, you're so big.

Chenle: You're still so tight. Guess I've got a lot of work to do, doll.

He grabs your hips and slams you up and down. Your tits bounce in his face, so he catches your nipple in his mouth. You scream his name repeatedly in pure bliss.

Chenle: You look the most beautiful like this, my slut. Let everyone walking down the hallway know what a cock hungry whore you are.

You try to answer, but your brain is mush and the only sounds you can make are moans ans whimpers.

Chenle: Your pussy feels so warm, love. The way your gummy walls squeeze my cock has me wanting to cum inside you.

You clench around him at the idea.

Come to think of it, this is his first time fucking you without wearing a condom. His jealousy must've clouded his mind a lot.

Chenle: Yeah, that's right. Take my fucking dick. I'm yours and you're mine. And it'll stay that way.

You nod, not being able to speak. Having sex with him gets better and better the more you explore your likes and dislike.

And, fuck, you like this so much.

You could get caught any second now, but that's the exciting part. Somebody walking in and seeing Chenle destroy your pussy sounds hot.

His thrusts ar getting rougher, so you try to pull away, but he pulls you back with a grunt.

Chenle: Don't fucking run from me, doll. I know damn well how much you want me to ruin you.

You bury your head in his neck, letting him rut into you as he pleases. He kisses the back of your ear and watches you moan from how good he's pounding your poor cunt.

Chenle: Just relax for me. I'll make you feel good.

Your body feels so numb, yet so much at the same time. You've never experienced such a rush from getting fucked by your boyfriend before, but you like it.

Chenle: On your knees and open your mouth.

He stops thrusting so you can hop off and kneel in front of him. He pumps his cock a few times before cumming all over your tongue and chin.

Chenle: Fuck, baby. I love you so much.

You swallow his cum, licking the rest from your hands after you wipe it off.

Y/n: Tired.

He brings you up on the couch, throwing your legs over his lap and hugging you into his side.

Chenle: You and I are ditching the rest of the award show.

Y/n: What?! Lele, we're both nominated for the big awards tonight. It'll look suspicious if our respective groups have a missing member.

He smiles at you, kissing your temple. He knows the risks, but he's not going to let you go immediately after having sex without aftercare.

Chenle: Let's go public, princess.

Y/n: Wait, what? Where'd that come from?

You kiss along his jaw as he massages your body to calm the shaking down a bit.

Chenle: As much as I love our secret meetings, I just can't do it anymore. My jealousy gets worse the more you're shipped with someone else.

You sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck and look him in the eyes as he continues talking.

Chenle: Everytime you and I have overlapping schedules, I get so happy because then I get to see you. Even if it's for two minutes in a supply closet.

You laugh remembering your last comeback. It was hard to even sneak in there with all the staff running around the place.

Chenle: You don't even know how bad I want to kiss you in front of everyone whenever we have the privilege to stand on a stage together.

You feel that way, too.

Chenle: Like that one time at the end of the year festival? You stood next to me and I had to fight off every urge to hold your hand. It gets so painful the more I have to hold back.

Y/n: I know, baby. I feel the same way, too.

Chenle: And I honestly don't give a fuck about the fans' opinions. What matters is that I love you with my entire body and soul.

You kiss all over his face, a huge smile spread across both of your faces.

Y/n: Let's do it then.

Chenle: Really?

You nod, kissing him deeply.

Y/n: Really.

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a/n: i'm gonna kms... i have the biggest soft spot for chenle, yet here i am writing this. god, the delulu in me needs to calm down!!! thank you for reading ‹𝟹

[vasito-de-leche]

A short (or not) ramble of scenarios and questions for reverse: 1999 self aware. (sorry if this bothers you, I just don’t have enough confidence to post it on my own blog (plus I love your content))

- Okay so first of all, in the main page of the game, when you click on the upper left corner with your level and username, you go to a screen with Vertin looking fly as ever along with some user information.

So if Vertin can see the game’s ui, then she can see the year in which the player has joined the game (2023-2024). I haven’t dived deep into Vertin’s character so I can’t portray her reaction to much, but I feel like she would tell this info to someone close like Sonetto.

Also our motto: I put “When in a rush, say ‘runs in high heels cutely.’”. I’d be so embarrassed if anyone (even fictional sentient characters) saw that. Like im dead.

On that topic, when you mentioned in your Sonetto self aware post that she can sometimes see us, and honestly, I’d be even more embarrassed. Cause like, if any of the characters from games I played, were sentient and could see me, id pray they didn’t see my bad angle. Like imagine looking up to the sky to see, just for a second, the chin of a head as the hands go to scratch their nose. Like the first impressions I would make.

- P2p players. Imagine the player spending money on the game (at the risk of Vertin possibly seeing their credit card number) to help level up or get costumes for their fave characters.

(Some misc. questions)

-what would happen if player didn’t log in the game for a while (a week to a month as best) cause I would ditch some games to spend more time on others

- What does Vertin think of the mail messages that the player gets? Like the latest mail I got was the discord event invitation. Upon closer inspection and critical thinking, it would hint that there would be more players other than us because it says the winners get 60 clear drops (oh and money too)

- If I remember correctly, I think you mentioned about Vertin hearing the player sometimes. So imagine her hearing us trash talk certain character *cough* Constantine *cough*.

(Anyways, I love your content ❤️ especially your fmn headcanons, can’t wait to see more posts!!)

;R1999 - Self-Aware AU (2)

Answering some questions and discussing the Self-Aware AU. A follow up of this post.

not a bother at all, you bring up really good questions and details that are fun to explore! I'm glad you like my stuff, have a nice day o7!

On the subject of Vertin seeing the player's profile.

With the way I intended to portray Vertin within the AU, I don't think she would be affected by the date on the Player's profile!

This is the date you came into contact with her from your perspective, whatever time and space that flows within your world, not hers─the world behind the fourth barrier that she cannot see nor hear nor even fathom, let alone try to make sense of. In a way, it's like expecting ants to care about concepts we made up, such as time. They understand night and day, they do not understand 3PM nor 8AM.

Is it truly proof that time can go beyond 1999, when this is something that only she can see? When it doesn't affect a single thing within her universe by being part of a game menu meant for your eyes only? There's also the fact that she finds out the proper time of the world in the 1.4 update, in Chapter 05.

Her dynamic with the Player is something I like to keep vague, so that everyone can fill in the blanks, but ultimately it is something so complex and private for Vertin─who sees it as a one-sided relationship, since she cannot hear nor see you, unlike other arcanists who may reach the 100% bond─that I don't think she would talk about it with anyone, not even Sonetto! The name on your profile and whatever message you've written there are secrets she will take to her grave. The idea of Vertin being the eyes and hands of the Player, but having no way to truly see or hear them makes for a really fun concept to explore!

And on the subject of messages, let's be honest, if you've written something funny or some modern shitpost, chances are she won't understand it LMFAO so it's okay! I literally just have my socials and "men enjoyer" listed there.

Oh! But since you brought it up, the message section could be a fun, little way to communicate with Vertin, since she can read what's on there!

As for P2P players, Vertin wouldn't see any information from the Player's credit card since that's something that happens outside the app lolol. Like, to me, it directly opens to google play transaction stuff.

On the subject of the player dropping the game for long periods of time.

Hmm, in the first post I said that there might be characters ouside Vertin and her suitcase who may be self-aware, with their own goals and such. But nothing truly "matters" unless the Player is there to witness it. So to keep including these possibilities and details, I feel like there's two options, pick whichever you like the most!

One, time continues as usual within the game─but once it reaches an important date where the plot is meant to kick in with some important event, it simply resets back to where you left it. This is a world that exists outside of your perception, but cannot continue without you.

Two, time freezes entirely within the game─but only for those who are not self-aware. Keep in mind we're talking about long periods of time, this wouldn't happen if you log in every day, or every few days. This is what happens when your phone picks up the fact that Reverse: 1999 is one of the unused apps taking up space in your phone. This is a world that stops existing once you stop looking at it.

In both options, the Wilderness would remain unaffected as it seems to be entirely disconnected from the flow of time and space outside of it.

On the subject of the game's mail.

Since the messages auto-delete and all, I can't check but I'm pretty sure Vertin receives mail too? There were a few ones from a few characters a while back like Druvis III or An-an Lee, and I think the implication is that they were vaguely addressing Vertin?

If someone has screenshots and can confirm this, please let me know!

Either way, the easy answer is that yeah, she knows this is a game, so she could make the assumption that there's more players. She has access to your friend list, after all! And even if you don't have anyone added, the fact that it exists is enough for her to start connecting the dots.

I don't remember saying that Vertin can hear the Player, though! I think I was pretty consistent with her not being able to see nor hear you, to have the Player as some sort of eldritch, unknowable entity. But I also write so much stuff in this blog that it's hard to keep up sometimes lolol, if I've mentioned somewhere that Vertin can hear the player, it was a mistake!

[suttttton]

Oh gosh, so i just read your jonelias fic, the soulmate name one where Jon has Jonah magnus on his arm and he's all lonely. Boy did this entirely rewrite my brain actually. So i thought i'd ask, do you pretty please have some crumbs of how you think the story could wrap up? Like would elias try to woo jon? Would jon refuse him because, jonah magnus? Do you think the gang would find out about the whole body hopping thing at the same time as in canon or before, because jonah just drops the ball?

Also, maybe i just have piss poor reading comprehension (i kind of do tbh) but why did jon stop talking to the portraits after leitner's death? Did he just go like, oh that's creepy elias might be watching actually. Also i'm wondering what the tim&jon argument was about... Oh, them being trapped here because of jonah magnus himself? I guess that would explain it. Generally any tidbits of information you'll be willing to share, i want to hear it all i love this fic so much it's so good.

Would Elias in this au be more gentle and less willing to throw jon at every horror ever? Or is it sad toxic yaoi?

Sorry for rambling uwu ahah

(For anyone who doesn't know, this is the fic in question.)

I'm so sorry it's taken me 60+ business days to respond to you! This ask inspired me to write a little bit past the ending, which took some time, and then I got my job at puppy kindergarten and completely forgot about until.

UNTIL just now when I found it in my drafts, SO part of that is at the end of this answer under the cut.

To answer your other questions: Jon stops talking to the portraits because he finds out that Jonah Magnus was a Bad Person. Jon has been imagining Jonah as a character something like Gerry, burning the Leitner books and protecting people. After he talks to Leitner, he knows that Jonah was,,,,,,,,,,,, not that.

As for Tim and Jon's argument, I think during that s3 era of canon, they get into a lot of fights that basically boil down to "Tim is very angry that they're trapped here and Sasha is dead and Danny is dead, and Jon is his only available target." And in this world they have the added twist that Jon has been metaphysically assigned to The Evil Guy Who Started It All, which,,,,, does not help.

Thanks for your ask! I really like this story and it's been really fun thinking about it further.

EPILOGUISH:

The moment hangs suspended, Jon's eyes on the floor, Elias' locked on his own name scribed on Jon's skinny wrist like an accusation. His head spins with a rush of emotion, nothing he is prepared for, nothing he ever expected to feel again.

Then Jon's gaze flickers to his wrist, registers the alien colour, and his eyes widen and he jerks his hand away, shattering the silence. Jon cradles his wrist like it hurts, staring at it with his mouth slightly open.

Elias braces himself for Jon's gaze to come back to him, to look into his grey eyes and realize that they are far too old for his face, for him to make the connection. A moment passes, then another, and Jon just stares at his wrist, one of the immutable columns of his life suddenly upended.

Elias skims his mind, curious, and he has to stifle the urge to laugh.

Jon is thinking, with a racing mania that borders on panic, about ghosts.

Elias feels an enormous rush of tenderness towards him.

"I don't understand," Jon says finally, quietly. More to himself than to Elias. "This--this can't--"

Elias decides to twist the knife. "Perhaps our founder is pleased that you've aligned yourself with his god."

That gets Jon's attention, and he looks at Elias with fear in his eyes. Yes, yes, this is what has so thoroughly captured Elias' attentions these pasts few months. The way Jon's mind stutters and slips, trying to find purchase on his panic-smoothed thoughts. The way his eyes widen, showing off the lovely darkness of his eyes. The way he trembles and hates himself for it, his tight grip holding his control close.

Jon goes, and Elias' eyes follow him. He sits down behind his desk and smiles.

***

Jon doesn't register what Elias says to dismiss him. He simply rolls his sleeves down and returns to the Archives, avoiding his assistants like a man hunted. He sits down at his desk and his sleeve rides up his arm, revealing the accusingly black edges of his soul mark.

So he gets up and puts on his coat, the thicker sleeves making him feel more thoroughly covered, more protected from prying eyes. He sits down again and tries to relax, tries to turn his mind back to the research that so desperately needs to be done, the end of the world at stake--

His mind keeps wandering, imagining one of the others coming in and demanding to inspect his soul mark.

Never mind that no one has ever done that, that no one would ever do that. He can too clearly imagine what the reaction would be, if any of the others found out what has happened. Bad enough to have the name scrawled on his wrist; to have the bond suddenly, impossibly accepted? What ideas would the others draw from that? What conclusions could they possibly come to?

What if Tim saw it?

What if Daisy saw it?

What does it mean?

He gets up again and leaves the Archives, not sure where he's going, just sure that he needs to move. His mind is racing, and he clutches at his wrist like it hurts. Nothing makes sense, anymore, not that it was making much sense to begin with.

Nevertheless, the shock is familiar. All of it is a plunging from stability into cold loneliness, all of it terrifying. He doesn't want Jonah Magnus to accept the bond. He doesn't want Jonah Magnus to be a willing servant of evil. He doesn't want his soulmark to be grey and unnerving. He doesn't want any of this.

His wandering takes him past a portrait of Jonah because it's his Institute, and they are unavoidable. Jon has been trying to avoid their gaze since he returned from his Elias-caused exile, but now he stops. He studies the face that he knows so well, that is as familiar to him as any of his flesh-and-blood acquaintances.

He shivers.

[the-amazing-wonderss]

Save me ROMEO!!

Inspo from the song 'Romeo and Cinderella' but not actually going with the meaning behind it, or maybe it does?? (Nothing smut related to it obviously) But it's however you want to see it honestly, so enjoy! ⎯ ☠️

Content: Hurt/comfort, Royal AU, Female reader, rushed and not properly proofread Summary: In which the reader is running away from an arrange marriage and needs saving!

Characters: Kou, Nene, Tsukasa

When there's something you don't know, It's only natural to want to find out. ⎯ I'm scared. Afraid that this marriage will take me away from you, my loyal knight. If only we could run away from this place and start anew, no titles or riches. Just you and me in this lone world, my dear Romeo.

[A knight in love with the Princess]

KOU is very dedicated and loyal to what he believes is right. Fighting and bringing justice to those who've committed any wrongdoings, while also leaning towards being a mediator when it comes to disputes breaking out. Thus, why he's your special knight, your only knight that you've kept by your side that you truly trust and can call a friend when you're both alone.

So to hear about the engagement? An arrange marriage decided on a whim by your parents? Kou wanted nothing more than to hold you right then and there as a way to protect you from their decision, but couldn't. That is, until you both went back to your room where you cried your woes to him.

It was hard to see the person he cared so, so much for, crying in his arms and having to accept you'd be taken away from him... After all, he was just a knight to you and nothing more.

But what if the story had changed? What if there was some sort of miracle where you didn't need to be married off? What if... You could be called his instead?

It was but a faint thought that only crossed his mind for a moment, but the way you shot up and agreed voluntarily? Immediately? He didn't know what else to say to you after hearing you'd jump on board with the idea.

Needless to say that there was already a plan formed out. A plan for you both to run away and start anew... A story, where the fairytale ended with an ending you decided for yourselves instead.

I'm a Juliet who wants to run away but don't call me by that name, we have to live happily ever after otherwise where's the fun? ⎯ My friend, my soulmate, whatever shall I do? I can't stand to be apart from you nor can I see myself being with someone who isn't you. Isn't that so odd? Are friends suppose to feel this way for each other? What shall I do, oh my sweet Romeo...

[A childhood friend in love with the Princess]

You've known your dear childhood friend, NENE, to be quite the romantic when it comes to love and marriage in general. Whenever you'd meet up with her, there was always something she had brewing ⎯ perhaps it was some sort of gossip she heard amongst the noble ladies, or another story she found and loved? But for once... The one time where you had invited her over for a cup of tea, she didn't have anything to say other than⎯

"Is it true... You're getting married?" Her face was downcast as she muttered out the question. When you answered her, you swore it drooped down even more.

But that's just how it is, is it not? An arrange marriage is nothing more than common knowledge to unite families together, a clear act with no meaning behind it whatsoever, but even so... Yourself and Nene couldn't help but still feel at a loss for words, even when coming to the conclusion that that's just how it is.

Days had turned into weeks and soon, you found yourself already in your wedding gown ⎯ ready for the ceremony to commence and for your life to change completely. And right by your side stood your dear maid of honour. Nene... Who complimented how gorgeous you looked in your dress, can only hope that your husband will treat you right.

But only just after saying that, you immediately broke down into tears, shocking the poor girl who tried her best to comfort you while also tearing up as well. Being a complete and utter mess in each other's arms, not wanting this to be your fate ⎯ you both had planned last minute to ditch the wedding entirely to run away. Far away, where no one can tell you two what to do anymore.

And even though it does end up a bit rocky, with how you both ran in dresses that soon became ruined with tears and mud splattered on them, the happy ending you've both been imagining since you were kids... Is finally coming true now, now that you both had each other.

Enough for you to bite me, enough to make me hurt. I'm the one you fell in love with, right? ⎯ I made a deal with the devil. He promised he'd get me out and take me far away from this place... That i'll finally be free from all my worries and tears, but can I really trust him? Sadly enough, I do. For he is my Romeo in wolf's clothing after all.

[A devil in love with the Princess]

This sly little devil was someone you met after getting married. Coming to your aid only later when he saw how miserable you were with your S/O. Arriving in your room late at night when you stood out in your balcony, by yourself, with no one around to even protect you (from him).

And even though he did come off as creepy at first and a bit insensitive when you told him about your situation, he surprisingly didn't leave. Instead, he actually stayed and listened to you rant your heart out at how terrible it was to even live in this foreign place with no one you knew by your side. He stayed, while others didn't.

Maybe you were a fool for actually trusting him that night and the next few nights after that, but he had always came without you even needing to call for him, and when he did come ⎯ he had always tried cheering you up, even if its in the most bizarre ways.

Though on one particular night, everything had quickly changed for you. Your S/O had found out you were talking with someone in secret and confronted you about it. Yelling and screaming were all heard from your chambers ⎯ but then suddenly stopped... Outsiders would've thought you both had finally settled down, but that was not the case whatsoever.

TSUKASA had made an appearance during the midst of the fight and wasn't at all bother by your S/O's confused shouting at who or what he is, Tsukasa's sole focus was all on you, just you. Eyes looking directly at you, to silently tell you to take the leap of fate and come with him. To make a deal with the devil himself to escape what was already hell for you.

That's what you wanted, right? To leave and be free, right? So why not take the chance with him? After all, he is your Romeo.

[paingoes]

Questions for any/all/however many of your OCs because I'm bored and curious.

How have they changed throughout their development? (I don't mean in-character --- like how do they differ now from the previous versions? How are they different now from the very first time you thought of them?)

How would the story differ if a character/s were in the position (societal, emotional, etc, any or all) of other character/s?

What's something (or multiple things) that they'd never, ever tell anyone?

What's something they'd never tell anyone, but really want to?

What do they think of when they hear the word "home"?

Are they religious? What are their thoughts on religion?

ooooo this is so much fun thank you for sending!!! okay!!!

1.) How have they changed throughout their development?

i wanna say that delta has been pretty watertight since inception. the story was created with him in mind. honestly i didnt always know where the plot was going and a lot of that was improvised, but his character and the way he reacts to things are fundamentally what holds the whole thing together. living weapon-whistle blower dichotomy was always there. thats my boy :)

paris and lorelai were both like. they invited themselves in and havent left basically id say that was their effect on the plot. ive said this a lot but the early paris characterization is kinda weak, he was just meant to be a kind of controlling and cruel whumper. and he was always supposed to be close to delta in age. that was basically it. i feel like the first time i really "got" him was when i wrote him in Moonshine blacked out and sobbing on the floor. and even now when i reread it im like. Oh there he is.

lorelai i guess ive also had her characterization down for a while. she has a good heart and despite her sheltered upbringing she has a very strong revolutionary spirit! shes kind of an idealist and she has a really rigid moral sense which is a good contrast to paris's ability to justify literally anything.

i planned to write rubies before crash out or to have crash out be like. a side story to rubies. but i remember the exact moment i realized when i wanted to do with paris and lorelai and it hit me in the head really hard. i was like. they neeeeeed to do fear and loathing in las vegas.

2.) How would the story differ if a character/s were in the position (societal, emotional, etc, any or all) of other character/s?

gonna hold my tongue on this one because the roleswap/princess delta AU is coming!!!!! no spoilers hehehehe

3.) What's something (or multiple things) that they'd never, ever tell anyone?

hmmmm. i feel like delta would really try to avoid talking about times where he was like. gleefully and proudly complicit in hurting and destroying other people. "glee" is definitely a strong word but he takes pride in his work and he knows hes the fucking best at it. he really enjoys the dopamine rush of hitting targets on a purely mechanical level and he enjoyed being The Favorite at the institute. hes knows its wrong now but at the time? he lived off the validation.

one thing lorelai would never tell anyone is that she thinks the living weapon thing was hot.

lorelai: omg poor delta :(((( thats so sad lorelai: it shouldve been me

while lorelai is pretty morally upright she defintiely has a thing about violence and control CTRL. lorelai is a foil to paris but she is a parallel to delta and i think she also really really wants to feel useful in the same way he can be. this doesnt mean shes okay with what paris did to him AT ALL but she is very. captivated by the concept to say the least.

4.) What's something they'd never tell anyone, but really want to?

i cant think of anything tbh! lorelai is mostly an open book and she says what she's thinking. if delta felt strongly enough about anything to confide in someone, and he felt safe to do so, i think he'd cave to that too. i feel like i should have an answer here for paris because he's definitely in the business of "i can't admit this even to myself" but i think if he really wanted to say something he would just say it. i dont think any of them are really good at keeping secrets.

5.) What do they think of when they hear the word "home"?

paris thinks of thales, which is silly. it's not like he ever spent that much time there.

loreali thinks of absalom! she loves her home and its kind of incredible she ever left. she made a big sacrifice doing it and she doesnt regret it but she does get homesick a lot.

delta has no immediate associations and that is something that definitely eats at him. minor spoilers for rubies i guess but he will eventually come to associate Galatea -- and especially Levon -- with home.

6.) Are they religious? What are their thoughts on religion?

i think it would be funny here to say lorelai's family is southern baptist. delta was raised atheist and in fact i think Martino was probably a total snob about it and made him read Space Richard Dawkins. none of them are particularly spiritual but paris and lorelai are both weirdly superstitious. paris believes in the afterlife.

destroyer does not have good religious lore but i did once canonize Space Catholicism so i could make a dick-sucking joke

[enchantedchocolatebars]

I remember that it's uncomfortable for you to write Belos/Camilla, and you prefer to write Beardo Phillip/Camilla, but there are no any real ship in this idea, so it should be fine. The whole idea is the misunderstanding.

So, Belos Redemption AU, Belos lives in Noseda's house with the HexSquad, he found out that his views are outdated, the children are more or less cool with such a company

Fic - Philip doesn't quite understand why Luz is acting so strangely. He just tried to help Camila in any way he could, because the poor woman was definitely not ready that so many guests would live in her house. He tried to be polite, asking different questions and being interested in different topics. But he doesn't quite understand what flirting is and why Luz thinks he did it with her mom.

Meanwhile, Luz believes that Belos wants to date her mom and she can't let that happen

The M/il/f-understanding

Philip was unable to comprehend why Luz was acting so aggressively towards him lately.

I mean, he had some idea as to why.

She was the only one in her friend group who was still suspicious about him.

Plus, there was the Day of Unity, the fight between him and her friends on Halloween, and so on.

But Philip took note of something.

He noticed Luz's aggression start to really rise whenever he was around her mother, which greatly confused him.

Since Camila had so many unexpected guests living with her now, he was trying to help her as best he could.

The two shared some intriguing conversations while cooking meals for the children and cleaning together.

Philip would always ask Camila questions about the modern world, and she was always happy to answer and explain them.

This caused Luz to accuse him of flirting with her mother one day, but he had no idea what that meant.

...

"YOU CAN'T DATE MY MOM!" Luz shouts, angrily rushing into the room that Philip was currently in by himself.

She grit her teeth. "YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO!"

"Date?" Philip questioned, a slight frown on his face at her tone.

"Why would I want to do that?"

"Because," Luz began with a growl, lowering her brows at him. "You've been flirting with her all week!" She argued.

"Just the other day, I heard you telling her how good she looked in her apron in the kitchen. You were flirting with her!"

"I was simply expressing a polite compliment," Philip would respond calmly.

He was a gentleman, after all.

"Oh, yeah?" Luz said, not believing him in the slightest.

He was a big fat liar in her eyes.

"Then explain why you were sitting on the couch watching TV with her on Tuesday. You were trying to find the right moment to kiss her, weren't you?"

He was probably attempting to put the moves on Camila while a romantic movie was playing, Luz thought.

Philip sighed at the assumption. "Your mother was showing me a documentary on horses. She believed that it would be of great interest to me."

And it was.

Luz continued to glare him down.

She had one more question to ask that would expose his true intentions.

"What about the flowers you got her?" She asked in a demanding tone, directing her finger towards the glass vase that was displayed on the hutch.

Resting inside it was a bouquet of beautiful marigolds.

"Well?" Luz tapped her foot, awaiting an answer.

"She requested them," Philip told her, a roll of his eyes.

"She mentioned that those were the flowers she adored the most and would look stunning in the house, so she asked me to purchase them using her card."

"...Oh," Luz went, feeling slightly embarrassed that she was wrong.

Philip chuckled. "You really are quite noisy, aren't you, Luzura."

"That's not my name," Luz grumbled. "And whatever, just don't try anything romantic or flirty with my mom. Got it?"

"Understood. Though..." He had a playful look in his eyes, a slight smirk spreading on his chapped lips.

"I could see myself attempting to pursue her during the Deadwardian Era," he hummed.

His young, bearded self would have done everything in his power to make Camila his wife.

If Luz had a drink in her hand, she'd spit it out. "Wait, WHAT?!"

[carpettmuncher]

20 questions for fic writers

thanks for the tag @kvothes :D answers under the cut

1. how many works do you have on ao3? 22!

2. what's your total ao3 word count? 95,931

3. what fandoms do you write for? supernatural. i have one rdr2 fic published and i privately write greys anatomy fic sometimes

4. top five fics by kudos: DSM-V, dawn breaks overhead, a confession; a misunderstanding, i hate you for what you did and i miss you like a little kid, he stares at the stars; they stare back. i find this so interesting because half of these are some of my least favorites lol

5. do you respond to comments? usually! sometimes i forget or don't have the time/energy, but every comment means a lot to me and i try to make it known

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? i usually write fics with happy endings because it makes me happy lol. a lot of my endings are melancholy at best though. my claire study, i'm sorry i'm the one you love is definitely my saddest. needless to say i was going through it at the time of writing. also my entire divorce series which i totally forgot about even writing

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? my first thought was divine intervention and it definitely is happy as a stand-alone fic, but with the context of timshel it's pretty bittersweet. so maybe timshel is the happiest ending? DSM-V is a pretty happy ending too. augh! hard to say

8. do you get hate on fics? i haven't gotten any so far!

9. do you write smut? sometimes, but i feel like it always comes out very awkward and wrong. writing lesbians has helped me fix that lol

10. craziest crossover? my abandoned grey's anatomy/supernatural au is sitting in my dusty google docs

11. have you ever had your fic stolen? not that i know of!

12. have you ever had a fic translated? nope!

13. have you ever co-written a fic before? no, but i think i'd be open to it depending on the idea and the author

14. all-time favorite ship? oh you know.

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? my robot cas/engineer dean fic... abandoned in my docs

16. what are your writing strengths? i'd say dialogue! i think i'm pretty good at getting in a character's head, and i've been told i write good dean dialogue :)

17. what are your writing weaknesses? actions i'd say. not just fighting scenes but just... what a character is doing. i think i also write too fast-paced which i'd like to get better at

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language? i'm conversational in french but 1) don't write french characters and 2) find translating to be very clumsy. i sometimes translate small phrases into enochian when i write cas, but that too is always frustrating given it's not a real language. in general i often find other languages to be jarring in dialogue. i don't know how to describe it other than it just feeling very forced.

19. favorite fic you've written? can i do top three? i'm doing top three. in no particular order

dead woman, enter stage left: this is one of my favorites plot-wise and just as a character study. though i enjoyed writing it and the ideas i had for it, i feel like i didn't portray everything the way i wanted to and could've done a better job. but i love this one! jo! and my own made-up amara lore!

DSM-V: another big struggle. fun fact i'm currently rewriting it completely. this is another fic where i had a lot of ideas but didn't give myself enough time to completely realize them, and it comes off very rushed and unnuanced. i also hate the way i handled dean's thoughts in the narrative. NO MORE RELYING ON ITALICS! it introduced me to some amazing mutuals and is my major hit, and i love it! it started as a crack fic and no, i still haven't told my therapist about it. amy if you're reading this i promise i don't have secret feelings for you i just thought this was a really funny idea and had just binge-watched fleabag

devotion: nothing much to say it's just hot and emotional and i love the way it came out

20. tagging: @dogearedheart @mythopoetry + anyone else who wants to do this!!! mutuals rise up i love you!

[sweeteastart]

💫KHOCWEEK 2023💫

Day 4 - Alternative Universe

@khoc-week

Mikana

Blue Island AU

Welp, it got dark all of a sudden.

So, to explain this piece a bit : I've been working on an AU for quite while now named Blue Island. To put it simply it's a kinda a remix of magical girls and kh together with a tad or realism as you can see. Designing the magical girls clothes all the while keeping the spirit of each character original ones was tough but gratifying !

For this piece I really wanted to illustrate the vibe of "oh we are in trouble. Huge trouble". In this AU, Sora, Riku and Kairi are pushed into this new world of being protectors of light without much training sooo... Let's just say the first few fights aren't pretty. I hope it's not too graphic I tried to keep it down

Myrti

Vampire AU

They looked at each other without really seeing. Eyes locked yet blind. Deep inside, numerous feelings were eating at both of the woman. Old, crumbled up memories crashed against each other in a silent cacophony.

Myrti was out of words. Out of ways to express everything. Larxene was too full of questions. All of them rushing to her head all at once, making it impossible to ask any. So they continued to look at the other. Like a stranger. Like a lover. Like a foe.

Everything rang true yet one was oblivious to the truth and the other refused to give it. And the blond vampire, truly, deeply wanted answers. To put reasons being the angry and vengeful actions of Myrti. To have a sentence -even a single word- to respond to the numerous "why" that had kept repeating in her head over the last years.

She opened her mouth. To say it. Say her piece. Or maybe just something. Anything. Anything that could break the silence and hatred. But the young woman before her didn't let her. With neither words nor action. Only her eyes.

The blond didn't remember the before. Before being Larxene, she was nothing -or at least that's what her inexistent memories told her-. Before being a vampire, for her, she didn't exist as a human. All this time, she reasoned herself.

"why care about it ? I don't remember it anyways."

Surely if she had been loved, if she had been cared about, someone would have looked for her... And no one came.

Looking back, it sure was a stupid way to think. A way of coping. Of not regretting. Of not staying stuck in the eternal loop of searching for the ghosts of those she didn't know about. Really, all she ever did was blinding herself. Turning away and running the furthest away from any possible problems.

Sure, she lived to the fullest. A life of excess and joy, the life of a creature of the night. She did as she wanted without a care and never did she regretted it. Not for a second. Not until she met her.

All along, she knew. She knew they were entangled one way or another. There was this pull, this mysterious invisible thread that always lead her back to Myrti. Yet she didn't question it. She didn't question the hate. The bitterness. The plain and obvious hurt. The blond covered her eyes. She played dumb. Just as she ignored the clear consequences of her past actions -even if she didn't remember them-, she also decided to not acknowledge her eyes.

The eyes she now gazed into. Full of pain, agonising loathing and regrets. She saw it. She saw for the first time the full extent of it. From the flamming hate... to the burning love. The care. Even the affection she tried to deny seeing in the other vampire.

Myrthi both loved her and hated her. One as destructive as the other. Both consuming her in every actions she took until now. And Larxene knew. Understood. She had to accept : she was the catalyst of all of it.

And that's it for today ! I hope it was nice to look and read ! Today's is pretty grim/angsty but zhwt can I say ? That's my jam !

[brendathedoodler]

*raises hand timidly* about that Hero Mr L AU, in your last answer you mentionned s post game part of that AU, so does Mr L ever regain his memories ?

(Haven't actually played SPM yet, so I don't know much about actual plot events outside of "Luigi gets brainwashed and adopted by the bad guys, Mr L happens and is a riot, and he almost causes the end of the world when he actually regains his memories')

Wonderful question!

I have two versions of the au’s postgame, and in one of them he absolutely does.

The end of the world is avoided, Count Bleck and Tippi have vanished but are living happily ever after, Dimentio is dead (supposedly), and the rest of the villains aren’t trying to destroy all worlds anymore.

However, Mr L is still Mr L. Just as the villains go to leave, Mario reaches out and grabs Nastasia by the arm.

“You were the one who brainwashed my brother. Can you fix him?”

Nastasia confirms that she can. It would be quite easy for her, in fact. She turns towards the heroes and her glasses meet Mr L’s white eyes.

He freezes in place. He’s always been afraid of her, though he’s never had a specific reason why. Staring her down, though, it doesn’t matter why. He can’t let her get rid of him.

Mr L has heard Mario talk about how different Luigi was. Bringing Luigi back would mean getting rid of Mr L.

He tries to flee with his rocket boosters, but Bowser saw it coming. He snatches Mr L right out of the air and holds him down.

Nastasia approaches and Mr L panics. He shouts, he cries out, and he calls for Mario specifically. Mario had said that even if he couldn’t be Luigi again, he’d still love him like his brother, right? Surely he’s not getting to just let her destroy him? Right?

Mario does one of the most difficult things he’s had to do this entire adventure.

He turns away.

In that momentary distraction, Nastasia hits Mr L with her abilities. Bowser lets go, and Mr L falls to his knees. He’s struggling against it at first, but then slumps over. The magic disperses, and he slowly opens his eyes.

They’re blue again, no longer Mr L’s unnatural white.

Mario rushes over, elated to see that little difference. He stops in his tracks when Luigi flinches back.

Luigi doesn’t remember a goddamn thing that happened while Mr L was active. Some leftover feelings still remain, though, and tensions were high in the moments before Luigi was returned.

Peach kneels down next to him, gently rubbing his back and assuring him that he doesn’t need to worry, he’s safe now. “What’s the last thing you remember?”

Luigi mentions crashing Bowser and Peach’s forced wedding (which Bowser mutters something about). He admits that he remembers ending up in some weird monochrome castle, but he doesn’t remember what happened there or how he ended up here.

It’s then that he realizes just how he looks. Weird clothes, weird bandana, weird mask- wait, when was the last time he shaved!?

Mario laughs at Luigi’s bewilderment. Yup, classic Luigi. He goes over to help him up, and he he’s almost lightheaded with relief when Luigi doesn’t hesitate to accept his help. He’s also relieved that Luigi doesn’t mind him taking the mask off (Mr L would’ve slaughtered him for it).

“So… What just happened? Something obviously happened,” Luigi asked, and he notices Mario and Peach both freeze in place. Oh boy, it’s something serious then.

Luigi decides that now is not the time. “Actually, I changed my mind. I don’t want to deal with this right now. I’m going to shovel a huge bowl of pasta in my face and take a nap, then I’ll deal with it,” he decides.

Mario takes his hand and leads him to the tower’s elevator, a relieved smile on his face and tears welling up in his eyes. He tells Luigi about this place that makes incredible pasta, and an inn with beds so soft you’d think they were meant for royalty.

Luigi is fine, and everything goes back to normal. The world is saved, and all is well.

(They explain what happened to him after. Luigi doesn’t remember any of it, but it is a little scary to think about the fact that he did all that. Mario does his best to assure him that it wasn’t him doing that, it was Mr L. Luigi appreciates it, but he doesn’t mention the strange remnants. He doesn’t talk about knowing things he shouldn’t (the names of Count Bleck’s minions, their habits, their likes and dislikes), he doesn’t talk about the strange dreams he’s been having (of being trapped in a monochrome fortress, of being flooded with indescribable power, of Mario turning his back on him). Perhaps it’s best if everything Mr L was is simply… Buried.)

[ryqoshay]

A Perfect World: Déjà vu?

Primary Pairing: KanaKarin? Words: 390 Rating: G AU: A world where everything is... perfect... Prompt: Déjà vu

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Author's Note: Primary entry for the 25th

Summary: Karin visits Kanata's shop again

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“Karin-chan! Welcome.” Kanata said with a sleepy smile.

Once again the owner of Somnial had made sure to be awake for Karin's arrival.

“How is Kanata-chan’s favorite customer today?”

“Feeling a sense of déjà vu.” Karin admitted.

“Mmm? Did Kanata-chan say the same thing yesterday?”

“You did.”

“That’s a shame…”

“Oh, why?”

“It means I'm forming habit around you.”

“Is that bad?”

Kanata blinked as though just then registering what she had said. “No…” She smiled again, but Karin thought it looked a little forced. “I know Karin-chan and Emma-chan have been working hard so Karin-chan can sleep properly at home. And then you won't need Ka… Somnial's services any more.”

“I’m not sure you're in any danger of that just yet.” Karin admitted. “My ability to sleep at home has definitely improved with your help, but I still have a ways to go.”

Kanata hummed, seemingly satisfied with that answer.

Karin couldn't help wondering if there was more going on than she realized.

“Thank you, as always, for your service, Konoe-san.” A polite voice interrupted Karin's thoughts.

A short, bespectacled woman approached and bowed to the dream shop owner.

“Same time tomorrow?” Kanata asked.

“Of course.” The woman nodded before hurrying out of the store, having not so much as even acknowledged Kanrin's presence.

“Your usual room is open, Karin-chan.” Kanata returned her attention to Karin.

“Thank you.” Karin replied, turning in that direction.

And almost ran into a short, bespectacled woman, except the other woman dodged deftly around her.

“Thank you, as always, for your service, Konoe-san.” She said politely with a bow.

“Same time tomorrow?” Kanata asked.

“Of course.” The short woman nodded before hurrying out of the store.

“They’re twins.” Kanata answered Karin's unasked question. “Not a case of déjà vu.”

“Ah…” Kanrin replied.

Now that she thought about them, were they not the aids of Mifune Shioriko, the chairwoman of the city council? Karin felt herself sneer as memories of the council’s interference with her career crossed her mind. The council was far too possessive over the power they wielded and it often felt like it was their way or the highway.

“Hrm… that's not a good look, Karin-san.” Kanata said, moving out from behind her desk. “Why don't I set you up with some extra incense to help you dream today? On the house.”

“Thank you.” Karin replied, finally reaching her usual room. It was time for some good rest to make up for weeks of insomnia.

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Author's Note: I literally ran this one down the last minute to post on the server. As such, it feels very rushed and I had more ideas for it than I had time to include. As such, I definitely need to come back to it. Honestly, I need to do more worldbuilding with the Paragon dimension in general.

Also, Possessive was the prompt from '21 and Somnial was from '22.

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Hi! 10, 16 & 50! 💖

Hello lovely @smblmn - thank you for the asks!

10. How do you decide what to write?

It's just a feeling; if I can picture a scene, and it doesn't swoop right out of my head again, then I need to write down the bones of it. Whether it turns into a fic, or I end up using it as part of something else, depends on how tenacious it is. And sometimes it's just something I want to read, and I have to be the change I want to see in the world 😆

16. What’s an AU you would love to read (or have read and loved)?

There are so many that I've read and loved. I get so blown away with the talent of the writers in this fandom. This sounds like a backhanded compliment, and I really don't mean it as one, but sometimes I'll think something isn't my jam, and then a fic comes along and just changes my mind - that's a special thing. A very rushed and uncomprehensive list of some of these favourites include: firefighterPatrick in Strike Anywhere, or SeparatedDavid&Patrick in happy golden days of yore, or witchDavid in Witch's Brew.

50. Answer any question of your choice, or talk about anything you want to talk about!

Ooh.

Every single time I post a fic, I want to fill the author's notes with caveats and hedging and apologies: this isn't as polished as I wanted it to be; I know there are time inaccuracies, but I couldn't keep them straight in my head; I'm sorry for all the times I repeat myself; I'm sorry I'm not a better writer.

None of this, btw, is fishing. I genuinely feel like someone is going to point things out and I want to get ahead of them and say "I know! I know! I'm bummed about it too!"

So the restraint that keeps me from putting all my inner doubts and insecurities in the author's notes, letting them actively attempt to discourage people from reading, is immense.

I'm not sure if this is just a confession or if it'll actually hit a nerve with someone else (oh look, I'm about to apologise for the QUESTION I ASKED MYSELF). BUT. This fandom has absolutely made me a more conscientious, more thoughtful writer, and I love it. So instead of apologising more, I shall thank all the comment-leavers, all the wonderful cheerleaders and the devoted readers. You are lovely. Thank you.

Ask me things!

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For the ask game:

7, 19, 21, 29, and 40 :D

Hi again!!! It always makes me smile when you toss one of these in my inbox, ty!

7. Favourite show(s)

Oh man, this one is actually hard bc I haven't seen a lot of shows in their entirety since I was little. I know when I was a kid, my faves were Beast Wars and Armada, and I've still enjoyed rewatching Armada (Beast Wars is harder because of how corny it is, unfortunately). As for favourite shows that I've seen more recently than 15 years ago, I'm actually really fond of Cyberverse bc I enjoy how it includes lesser known characters (also the idea of Soundwave as a memelord is hysterical to me.) I haven't seen a ton of Prime, but I also love what I've seen there since I think the animation style is cool and they actually redesigned Soundwave in a cool way for once.

19. A character you love that no one else seems to

Any of the Scavengers! Not that anyone really seems to dislike them, just feels like everyone except Misfire gets overlooked a lot. Spinister in particular is constantly rotating in my head like a rotisserie chicken and I have wayyyy too many random headcanons about him because I think he's super interesting.

21. A pairing you love that no one else seems to

Two answers - ShockOp (specifically IDW) and Nautiskids. For ShockOp, I think about their dynamic in a vastly different way to how I see a lot of fandom interpreting it and wish there was more fic examining it in AUs or with the nuance canon had and not just smacking them together like barbie dolls. Nautiskids just owns my entire heart but I don't see a ton of fic for it. Not necessarily that people don't like the pairing, guess it just isn't as popular as a lot of the main ships like Cygate and CDRW, alas.

29. A bot you could consider a mortal enemy

There's a few that could go on this list, but IDW Prowl probably wins. I fully recognise that a lot of his nonsense is probably because he needs therapy, but I have a real hard time with the whole 'I'm gonna feel guilty abt being terrible and then continue to manipulate ppl and be terrible and also nothing is my fault ever and history will prove me right' mindset.

(Second answer is probably Starscream. I love him so much and I think he's a fascinating character, but lying is a pet peeve of mine so I think I'd constantly want to kick his teeth in if I actually had to deal with him in person and not as a fictional character.)

40. What would you do if the Autobots landed on Earth right now and asked for your help?

Probably freak out in utter glee and become useless for twenty minutes, first and foremost, followed shortly by confusing everyone by asking a million questions in an attempt to figure out which continuity we're in and how scared I should be of someone shooting me or turning me into toejam.

Once I calmed down from the initial rush, I think I'd largely be annoying the hell out of the local archivist/information source trying to learn all I could about Cybertronians and the current situation re: Decepticons and such but ultimately, I would want to help in whatever way I could. I like to think I'm pretty okay at research and conflict resolution, so maybe I could sit on someone's shoulder and play Jiminy Cricket or help them get some information or something. (Also, first order of business is introducing Wheeljack to mythbusters. I just think it would be funny.)

Thank you so much for the ask!!!

[writingforatwistedworld]

Requests are open? :O Then can I request Azul, Kalim, and Riddle self aware au with a reader who came to their world and feels much more comfortable there? and with them?

Consider it done.

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, nightmares, possessive behavior, bad parenting

Riddle/Azul/Kalim-Being comfortable in their world with them

Riddle was always afraid of you leaving again

He could understand why you would want to

Even though he didn't like to return to his own home he understood that there was a certain sense of comfort in that place for him

Some was always looking for signs that you were looking for a way back

But nothing happened?

You even acted like the run-down dorm you lived in was your home

So he asks you if you didn't wish to return

He was relieved but also confused when he heard your answer

You felt more comfortable here?

Why?

His face turns into a deep shade of red which even makes tomatoes look like they are pink

You feel comfortable here... because of him??!

Oh how should he respond to that?!

There is no rule telling him what to do in this kind of scenario!!!

Please let him have a minute to process everything

He might be a very smart cookie but this piece of information makes him speechless

This must be a dream...

If it is one he doesn't want to wake up from it

Another bluescreener

But let's not rush into things and recount one thing after another

Azul is fond of his home

He has an amazing mother and stepfather

Yes yes, he had been bullied but the warmth he experienced with his family is the thing he remembers the most

So he is not only frightened of you leaving but scared to the point where he wakes up in the middle of the night screaming, dreaming that you returned where you came from

He tries everything to make you stay

Azul doesn't know that you wouldn't leave even if he didn't try that hard

But hey, Ramshackles toof is fixed now so you can't really complain

What our favorite octopus also does is making us feel guilt so that you stay

There is some truth behind his word but keep in mind that when he says “There are few people in my life that are so close to me like you are. Don't leave me or I'll be alone again!” he also has other intentions than opening up to you in mind

So on one day you asked him why he is spoiling you so much

Azul just wants to tell you

All those nights where he layd awake in bed, starting with tears filled eyes up to the healing finally make him break

So when you reassure him that you wouldn't leave no matter what happens he just stares at you

And then the waterworks begin

Oh please don't think you have hurt him in some way, those are happy tears

Azul finally has you to himself so how could he hide the joy he felt in a situation like this?

Wants you to stay as well

Kalim never had any problems at home

He was doted on and loved by all (ok most but we don't talk about Jamil today)

This leads to him not really understanding how fortunate he is to have such a home

He never experienced any kind of pain

But he does understands that home is something precious

But he doesn't get how irreplaceable it is

Home is place where you and your family stays, right?

Then the scalding sands just needs to be e the place you stay

And you need to become part of his family as well...

You know that he isn't in some sort of marriage contract, right?

He could arrange something really fast, you just need to say yes

He is smiling so brightly that you need to cover your eyes when he hears that you don't even need that

This won't stop him from making you move into his kingdom though

You need to get used to it as fast as possible

Being a magicless human in the heat has to be exhausting when you can't summon a cool gust of wind

Now what kind of diamond I you want on your ring?

Let him take care of everything

No one would ever dare to question him after all

[tamayosclinic]

It’s ok hon. I completely understand.💚

I wasn’t sure if it wasn’t allowed or something.

Can I request muzan x gf reader. Her personality is a lot like Maddy Perez from euphoria. Prompts: "Forget it. Just like you forget everything else."; "When was the last time you said you loved me, and meant it?"; with a smut prompt of: 64. “I don’t want anyone else. No one else can make me feel like you do.”

Thanks hon. I appreciate you💚

"Forget it. Just like you forget everything else." "When was the last time you said you loved me, and meant it?" "I don't want anyone else. No one else can make me feel like you do." | Muzan x F!Reader

Office AU

Warning(s): Angst to Fluff, Suggestive ending

Author's Note(s): I'm not too familiar with Euphoria so my portrayal of (Y/n)'s personality may not be entirely like Maddy Perez. Enjoy.

Word Count: 741

100+ Followers Event [Closed]

There was an air of suspense that swallowed the entirety of the office. Everyone—be it, office worker or client—could feel it, and most knew better than to bring it up. Keyword: most.

"Seems Muzan-sama's relationship is as strained as it was a few weeks ago," Douma revealed to Akaza, peering at him over the cubical wall.

"Idiot! You know you shouldn't mention it, or do you want to get on Muzan-sama's nerves?" Akaza chastised not once breaking his gaze from his work. He mostly did so to save his own hide.

Offices may be cesspools for gossip, but gossip about Muzan is taboo. He was not above abusing his employee for talking behind his back. Hell, the fact that Douma was gossiping within earshot of Muzan's second in command, Kokushibo, only concerned Akaza. Kokushibo would not have to report anything to Muzan, though…

"What is going on here? Gossip?" Muzan made his presence known to both workers, who visibly braced for a punishing blow.

"Oh, poor Muzan-sama. Perhaps I can provide some advice. I'm a good listener, and I have a way with women." He winked, causing both Akaza and Muzan to roll their eyes.

Despite doing so, Muzan accepted Douma's listening ear, desperate to find a solution to his relationship with (Y/n). Desperate times call for desperate solutions. If help from a womanizer is the key, then so be it.

…

Muzan returned home with hours of nighttime to spare, ready to heed Douma's advice. On the one hand, he held a bouquet of (Y/n) 's favorite flowers, and on the other, he had some… pleasurable items. Upon announcing his return, he could hear the rushed pitter-patter of (Y/n) 's heeled footsteps.

She strode up to him dressed in an (f/c) tied crop top. Her shorts hugged her ass tightly, making it almost pop out. "Where have you been?!" She questioned in a confrontational tone, much to Muzan's

"Working," Muzan answered matter-of-factly.

"With a date on the side?" (Y/n) pointed to the bouquet and bag he held accusingly, to which Muzan handed her the bouquet but withheld the bag.

"These are for you- hey!" Muzan scoffed as (Y/n) batted the bouquet away.

"You're late!"

"Late for what?"

(Y/n) waved him off, "Forget it. Just like you forget everything else."

"I will not," Muzan grabbed (Y/n) 's hand in case she tried to run. "I want to fix this as much as you want to (Y/n). So don't leave and act like it was nothing; otherwise, things won't get any better for us. Tell me what I forgot."

"Our own date. Don't you-" (Y/n) was interrupted by Muzan smacking his face in shame.

"Shit. I'm sorry. Somethings went on in the office-"

"Stop! Don't even mention work right now! Work this. Work that. Work. Work. Work! That's all you talk about," (Y/n) ridiculed on the verge of tears. "When was the last time you said you loved me and meant it?"

So Douma was right, Muzan mused.

"Oh, silly Muzan-sama. It takes more than a ring and a few vows to make a woman feel like she means the world to her lover. She must know that her lover lives and breathes just for her. Without this, she will feel neglected, and I'm sure that's the root of the problem for you. So from now on, focus on her when you are together. Don't let your personal life constantly overlap with your work."

"Nothing to say? You must be happy to break up. Maybe you found someone else, and your business trips were a cover-up," (Y/n) said accusingly. "I guess I was not good-"

"Don't finish that sentence. It's not true," Muzan interjected, pressing a finger to (Y/n) 's lips to ensure her silence, "I don't want anyone else. No one can make me feel like you do."

Muzan held the bag up and pulled the wrapping aside so (Y/n) saw a vibrator, lacy lingerie for her, cuffs, and a blindfold. He lifted her chin up, so she was looking into his eyes. "It's going to be a long night. You don't deny it when I say I love you; only you. If you're up for it, of course."

(Y/n) grinned and took the bag, "I can't say no to anything you have to offer."

Muzan's response was to smash his lips into her, lifting her up with inhuman ease and walking to the bedroom for the night to the beginning.