#perhaps a trapped deity au?

[quirkfics]

Could you do tokoyami and bargain please? Thanks!

Tokoyami seizes you by the shoulders, fingers trembling in their grip. He can't even look at you, which you half expected, but you'd hoped-

"What did you bargain away to come back to me?" He demands, eyes full of sorrow when he finally forces himself to look up. "What did you give up?"

"Does it matter?" You murmur, ignoring the quaver of his jaw as you raise your hand, stroking a fingertip over the arch of his beak.

"Of course it matters!"

You laugh, and that seems to leave him speechless. "Does it? We're together again Tokoyami, how could anything else matter?"

There it is. A tiny beacon of happiness, his grip turning to a hovering reverence, head dipping until he's just shy of resting against your shoulder. Your arms slip around him, and Tokoyami finally gives in, feathered face tucking into the crook of your neck. "...this conversation isn't over," he warns you, but his shoulders hitch when you drag your fingers down his spine.

[bvidzsoo]

Cosmically divine

☆ Synopsis: Olympus, the place where Gods play pretend and do as they wish. Dion, the place where mere mortals suffer and do as the Gods wish. One might wonder, is life ever fair? ★ 

☆ Author: bvidzsoo ★ 

☆ Pairing: Ateez members x female reader ★ 

☆ Rating: nsfw, 18+ ★ 

☆ Genre: Greek mythology, dark romance, violence, smut, gore

☆ Status: on-going ★ 

☆ 1. Choi San x female reader ★ 

༄ ҉ 　Underwater ◖Ares x Naiad Nymph!au◗ 

Summary: You knew that your love would never be fulfilled as the man you loved belonged to another woman. But can you help your poor Naiad heart when San, the God of war himself, seeks you out again and again when he is most vulnerable?

☆ 2. Kang Yeosang x female reader ★ 

༄ ҉ 　Marionette ◖Aphrodite!au◗ 

Summary: Doomed from the beginning, your mother, Hera, only saw a weapon in you. If you had once thought she loved you, she proved you wrong the second she cast you away once you failed to kill her enemy's son. Yeosang, Aphrodite's dearest and most prized offspring.

☆ 3. Kim Hongjoong x female reader ★ 

༄ ҉ 　Color of love ◖Hermes x Iris!au◗ 

Summary: If there was a God everyone feared, perhaps it was Zeus. After the continuous abuse he's put you through, you never thought you'd get to live your eternal life peacefully. That is, until the messenger God shows up and whisks you away before Zeus can see and stop him.

☆ 4. Jung Wooyoung x female reader ★ 

༄ ҉ 　Kingdom come ◖Oread Nymph x Dryad Nymph!au◗ 

Summary: Nymphs were nothing but deities that preserved nature and allowed the Gods to love them in return for their blessings. And when Zeus lurks around, you are labelled as his, never to be touched by anyone in the whole cosmos. But can you help yourself when the man he claims is Wooyoung himself? The gorgeous and warm-hearted Oread that coincidentally returns your forbidden feelings for him?

☆ 5. Song Mingi x female reader ★ 

༄ ҉ 　Dead man running ◖Hades!au◗ 

Summary: You were cursed, at least that's what your family thought about you. After a while, you started believing it too, the shadows that whispered to you convincing you that you were either crazy or just...different. And maybe you were, after all, the God of death himself, wouldn't have just called you his little shadow without a reason, right?

☆ 6. Choi Jongho x female reader ★ 

༄ ҉ 　Nightmare ◖Phobos!au◗ 

Summary: Coming from a family that thrived under pressure and mayhem, it was only a matter of time until your father allowed you to join him on the battlefield. But perhaps what set you apart from other warrior families was the fact that each one of you worshiped a God of war. You just happened to make the mistake of offering yourself up to one in exchange for your dear sibling's life.

☆ 7. Jeong Yunho x female reader ★ 

༄ ҉ 　One Kiss ◖Atë!au◗ 

Summary: Cast out of Olympus because Zeus has had enough of the mayhem and craze you created amongst men, living and meddling with mortals changed nothing. You thrived off of stupid men falling to their knees and begging you for attention, promising things no mortal could offer. But when a pure, untouched, and unassuming boy might just fall into your trap, you can't help yourself and entice him just to the point of madness.

☆ 8. Park Seonghwa x female reader ★ 

༄ ҉ 　Moonlight Melody ◖Poseidon!au◗ 

Summary: You always thought the man of your dreams never existed, would never come and whisk you away from this terrible terrible life that you lived. And perhaps when he starts showing up in your dreams, with promises that he'd soon come and see you, you find yourself hoping for a love that only the stars would bear witness to.

☆ A/N: Hello, my lovelies, I am here with a new story, can you believe it?! Because I can't lol, this wasn't supposed to exist but I thought...why not? Updates won't be too frequent, probably, as I have got quite a few others things to write, but I can't wait for you all to see what I have planned here! ^^ These stories won't be too dark, but I felt it necessary to mention dark romance as we're still dealing with some ambiguous topics. Taglist, as usual, is open and you are all very welcomed to comment on this post if you'd like to be added! Thank you for showing love, support, and interest in my works on here, they mean the world to me! <3 divider ★ 

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[incorrect-fnaf-quotes]

Because of all the AU’s, I finally decided to do more of an updated version. Little bits of descriptions for most of them, too:

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Swap AU: Hoping to both distract and cheer herself up from recent events, Cassie makes her way to the Mega Pizzaplex, located not too far away.

Except, when she’s suddenly trapped in the building, she’s quick to discover that there’s something up with Roxy and the rest of the animatronics.

However, it seems as if she may have a chance—thanks to a mysterious rabbit lady, and another, stranger rabbit, which she cannot understand.

—

Fantasy Springtrap AU: Suddenly cursed by his closest friend, and thought to be the one for the ‘deaths’ by everyone else, Springtrap finds himself going on a quest.

Find the five, turn them back to normal. Prove his innocence. Track down Henry. Retrieve his sons. Keep Elizabeth safe. Remove the curse.

It... sure is a lot, he knows.

—

Imaginary Springtrap AU: One day, her father was still around. The next, it was as if he disappeared out of thin air.

With her true father gone, but hoping for his return, Elizabeth finds herself creating a familiar rabbit, who brings her comfort.

She just hopes he won’t disappear, too.

—

Science Experiment Springtrap AU: Created by humans, and held in a facility for over thirty years, the rabbit creature finally made his escape.

Except... the problems? He was unable to break the other three (Michael, Elizabeth, Evan) out, and finds himself injured.

But that’s where Y/N—a human(?) comes into play.

—

FNaF AU/Own Take: Not much to say with this one. It is what it sounds like, and there’s a lot. Just my own version/spin of the FNaF series as a whole.

—

Infection Springtrap AU: Alone for over thirty years, Springtrap finally finds himself able to escape the saferoom. Yet, something seems... wrong.

Something is able to affect both humans and animatronics. It isn’t before long that he reunites with his daughter. But, there’s another problem.

He needs to save her.

—

Mythology AU: While not a full plot, many characters are gods/goddesses/etc, and there are a lot of shenanigans going on.

Glamrock Freddy, after hearing Gregory, is helping him as the god of protection, while searching for Glamrock Bonnie.

Springtrap, after finally becoming a deity, is doing a lot.

Etc.

—

Rabbit Restoration Project: Y/N doesn’t have much knowledge about Freddy’s, including the recent attraction. They’re more focused on restoring things.

And the old, broken, rabbit animatronic that they just found? Not that far from the destroyed attraction? It would certainly make for something interesting to repair.

Yet, perhaps there’s much more to the rabbit...

—

Puppet & Robo-Charlie AU: After so long of wandering, upon meeting a young girl, the spirit has a lot of questions for her father.

As Puppet, and the younger robotic version of herself, wander, and learn the truth together, it seems as if someone is giving chase.

Henry has to make one rest. He has to shut the other off.

—

Glamrock Freddy & Lefty Duo AU: Possessing the newest Freddy model, Henry is thrown into a mission of protecting a boy named Gregory from the threats within the Pizzaplex.

However, he isn’t the only one. Repossessing what’s left, Charlie—Lefty, makes her way through the building, after learning of the situation.

Although the two agree to work together to help him, there’s a lot to be discussed.

—

Susie AU: She was the first. It hadn’t been too long ago. She was the first, and the rabbit planned to get more.

Susie finds herself remaining in the pizzeria, and as the days go by, more and more people are coming and going.

Finding Cassidy and the others, the spirit will try to keep them safe.

—

Lost & Found AU: Bonnie can’t recall a thing. He’s always been an animatronic rabbit, hasn’t he?

Jeremy’s parents remember everything, and haven’t stopped grieving, yet they don’t bring him up.

Jasper knows nothing.

But, when Bonnie stumbles into the home... things’ll change.

—

MXES Swap AU: Cassie finds herself trapped in the Pizzaplex, and is quick to, also, discover a strange mask. Upon wearing it, she’s met with a hare.

With a mysterious rabbit lady roaming, while also trying to free something, the hare—MXES, is certainly going to try to keep Cassie safe.

—

Van Escape Ending—Glitchtrap and Vanny AU: When the boy and the lead animatronic suddenly leave, that leaves the rabbits to continue their plan.

Although... Vanny has her own little plans—including against the rabbit who started this all.

—

Reluctant Follower Jeremy & Animatronic Vanny AU: Under the control of Glitchtrap, Jeremy makes his way to the Pizzaplex, where an abandoned rabbit is quickly found.

Choosing to use her for the two’s plans, Glitchtrap sends Vanny to trick the bear and the boy...

...But as the night goes on, developments and changes may happen.

—

ITP Springtrap AU: When a ballpit is suddenly installed in the attraction, the rabbit didn’t think much of it.

At least, not until he fell into it, and found himself back at the diner. Back in 1982. All of those years ago...

He missed his children so much. And, when the rabbit begins speaking to his youngest son... maybe, just maybe, the rabbit could change a horrible event.

—

Glamrock Reunion AU: The damage done to the rabbit caused his memories to become malfunction.

After the rabbit disappeared, the bear’s memories were altered.

Leaving with Cassie, the bunny and the bear reunite, but there’s... nothing.

It seems like they get to restart.

—

Ghost David AU: After his sudden death, David found himself wandering for quite a while, wondering what exactly could have happened.

Finding himself in a ruined Pizzaplex, he stumbles across a girl and a hare, both who are speaking about his friend—about The Mimic.

Surely the animatronic isn’t that dangerous? Maybe he could talk to his friend.

—

Mad Scientist/Dr. Scraptrap AU: With his children Elizabeth and Plushtrap, and his reluctant assistant Spring Bonnie, Dr. Scraptrap worked on a lot.

Although, one night, everything takes a disastrous turn when Elizabeth’s consciousness is suddenly transported into his newest creation, Scrap Baby.

How can he fix this?

—

Ensnared Within The Pit: A visit to the pit takes a disastrous turn when Oswald finds himself trapped in the past, at Freddy’s, and unable to go back through.

Continuing to deal with the yellow rabbit acting fatherly, as well as Bonnie pretending to be him...

Oswald must continue to search for his real father, while learning more of Freddy’s. All while a foxy mask and hook keep appearing around him.

—

Memories From The Pit: After an incident involving the ballpit, Oswald finds himself believing that everything is alright—that the rabbit really is his father.

Except, a year later... his suspension returns, and Oswald must figure out what’s going on.

—

Afton Team AU: All of the rabbits, with a vague idea of where they each came from, suddenly find themselves having to work together.

Except, there’s also a lot they need to worry about. Such as an angry rabbit lady, a vengeful spirit, an old friend, etc.

—

Burntrap AU: After the Pizza Sim fire, the rabbit is split between two selves—one regretful, and one not, who wants to keep going.

Burntrap is quick to jump into action to protect the trapped boy, with a final plan on how to deal with his other version on the back of his mind.

But, how long can he keep the truth away from Gregory? How long before the boy figures out before he is?

—

Funtime Show AU: Shenanigans with the Funtimes, connected to the Dr. Scraptrap AU.

There’s a lot that the group finds themselves pulled into, all while actually trying to bond, having only known most of the others for a short time.

Except for siblings Funtime Foxy and Lolbit, and best friends Funtime Freddy and Bon Bon.

—

Unnamed Springtrap AU: Abrubtly springlocked by Henry, and then left wandering for two years... before being trapped for thirty years...

...Not to mention the few years of working at the attraction, which was actually enjoyable.

Traveling after the fire, with the spirits who are clueless about the truth, Springtrap is on a mission to find his wife, his son, and an old friend.

The one who springlocked him, and the two who trapped him.

—

Game AU: After winning a game from a Freddy’s location, Crimson suddenly finds herself transported into the rpg itself.

There, she has a lot of teammates—such as Freddy himself, Dee-Dee, etc. Including Jack-O-Bonnie, who she obtains as a father figure.

She hopes she doesn’t have to leave soon.

—

Spring Bonnie’s Timeloop AU: After the fifth, Spring Bonnie awakens on stage, before that. Before the fourth. Or the third. Or the second. Or...

Or the first. Before Susie.

Unsure of what happened, yet also relieved, the rabbit begins trying to think of a way to prevent Mr. Afton’s plan.

...It’s easier said than done, however.

—

Follow the Leader: The rabbit lady, within the Pizzaplex, has begun to make herself known. She has quite a lot of plans.

Plans she’s coming up with herself. Plans that are nobody else’s. Plans that the rabbit lady has had on her mind for some time.

With nobody in control of her—with no yellow rabbit—with her working on her own...

Vanny wants to make sure she doesn’t fail.

—

Story in Code, Gold is Eroding: All is still not well in Animatronica—Animatronic Village—Village-Tronica?... the name is still being worked on.

Fredbear has gone missing. Thing’s are becoming far more dangerous. New threats. Strange mysteries.

A worried Spring Bonnie wants to get to the bottom of it all—but they don’t want to be alone. And they won’t be, certainly not.

Not when the rabbit is joined by their team—Springtrap, Shadow Freddy, and The Puppet, among others.

—

The Rabbit’s Mirage: Everything was going great at the Pizzaplex... well, at least for Vanny and the digital rabbit accompanying her.

However, when a boy by the name of Gregory finds himself within the building, thing’s take a turn.

Glitchtrap is acting strange, and he seems far more urgent in the capture of him. And, Vanny has one thing to wonder:

What makes Gregory so special?

—

FNaF MLP AU: Very much what it sounds like—there are just quite a few of ideas here.

Another spin at FNaF, with different and newer ideas, all while the characters are unicorns, earth ponies, etc.

There are many things to be discovered.

—

One Big Crumbling Family: Shortly after kicking Circus Baby out, Molten Freddy is struck with some unfortunate realizations.

One, his systems are becoming corrupted.

And two? Slowly, Funtime Foxy, Ballora, and Bon Bon seem to be disappearing. He can’t just let that happen. No.

Now, Molten Freddy must try to save them before it’s too late.

—

Sitcom AU: A more comedic spin, if the name wasn’t much of a reveal.

Follows Scraptrap after the attraction, as he begins meeting up with the others—such as Scrap Baby and Molten Freddy, wandering together...

Before their inevitable arrival to the newest pizzeria brings even more comedic chaos that the pizzeria can barely handle.

Set specifically in Pizza Sim, but the past doesn’t stay buried.

—

Robotic Remnant AU: A fun little AU that me & @universewolfpup have been working together on for a while.

Thanks to the help of a strange amulet, Styx finds himself in a new world, completely separated, and without a good chunk of memories.

At least a certain yellow rabbit stumbles across him.

—

Fazbear Racers: In their small town, the annual races are one of the few, major things that everyone looks forward to. This year, however?

There’s no denying it—strange and mysterious events begin to occur—both in and out of the most recent races.

Especially at night. Now, Freddy and the rest of the racers must figure out just what is going on.

—

Cassidy’s Lament: This couldn’t be it, could it? Something must have gone wrong during her visit with him. This can’t be the right place. That’s what her mind is telling her.

After an encounter with Old Man Consequences back in UCN, Cassidy finds herself thrown into a strange world, filled with the animatronics and strange creatures.

Stuck as Fredbear, and with old memories pulling themselves up, Cassidy makes it her mission to relocate OMC—while avoiding the dangers.

—

The Rabbit’s Chance: In the rubble of a horror attraction, Spring Bonnie awakens, vaguely aware of recent events, and finally in control of their body once more.

With William having left for a new suit, Spring Bonnie wanders, taking in all of the changes.

What had happened all of those years ago cannot be changed. The horrific events happened, and the rabbit had been used.

But... perhaps they have a chance at fully stopping William—especially when meeting a familiar man with an idea.

—

Rabbit Invasion: An alien resembling a rabbit, who calls himself Springtrap, has been traveling through space in stasis for over thirty years.

Upon crash landing, and awakening, the first person he meets is Henry Emily, who chooses to take him back.

Now, the alien begins to bond with the little family, while Henry tries to keep him hidden.

—

After the Finale: Her fathers plan had worked. It had worked for everyone else. She was tired, but not gone.

Charlie knows that she should rest—it’s been so long. And yet... she can’t. Something doesn’t feel right. Something needs to be done.

Still capable of controlling the damaged animatronic that she possesses, Charlie begins to travel.

—

A Shadow’s Quest: The five little spirits have been captured by a familiar rabbit, and in the process, were sent all over.

With Puppet too weakened to do much of anything for the time being, RXQ finds himself being given an important task from her.

The shadowy rabbit must travel through different realms, and find the five spirits.

—

In Plain Sight/Vamptrap AU: He’s been there for so long—watching over everything, and living a small distance away... yet, everyone is clueless.

He even walks through the village under a disguise.

When the rabbit captures a girl named Elizabeth, and makes her his daughter, trouble begins to arise.

—

Dr. Rabbit’s Tale: After using the van to escape with Glamrock Freddy, the boy thought that would be the end of it.

However, with a little bit of research, and the visit of from a strange rabbit...

Leaving everything else behind, Dr. Rabbit finds himself returning to the Mega Pizzaplex with his own plans.

—

The Anomaly’s Freedom: Y/N was just a simple worker at the Mega Pizzaplex—and they certainly hadn’t come across anything strange.

...At least not until they find a strange game by the name of Princess Quest.

Releasing a strange, goopy, and sentient rabbit from within it is one thing—but said rabbit actively choosing to come home with them?

Well... thing’s are certainly going to be far more interesting.

—

Hidden Fangs/Vamptrap AU: Escaping from the village where the truth was discovered, a wounded Vamptrap stumbles across Y/N.

Tended to by the human, Vamptrap knows he cannot let the truth be discovered once more, in fear of what may happen...

...While finding himself beginning to bond with Y/N.

Although, he knows he can’t resist blood.

[itsthislake]

Shen Yuan transmigrated as a Spirit Cat AU

Shen Yuan had only just finished processing the fact that he had reincarnated-slash-transmigrated at all after his death, never mind into a cat’s body, when he was forced to confront the equally insane reality that was this new world that he had ended up in.

A place that resembled ancient China, but where people didn’t bat an eye at seeing someone literally flying on a sword. A place where cultivation and immortality were very much real and attainable. A Xianxia world, basically. Like the setting for Proud Immortal Demon’s Way, the novel he had literally died cursing.

Shen Yuan had read enough novels in his life to, upon concluding this was in fact real and not just a very vivid hallucination, make the safe choice to send a very quick but genuinely heartfelt prayer to whatever deities were listening that he hadn’t somehow transmigrated into the world of Proud Immortal Demon’s Way.

God, he really hoped this wasn’t Proud Immortal Demon’s Way.

Anyway.

Getting used to being a cat after a lifetime of opposable thumbs and no tail wasn’t as hard as he imagined it’d be. His body seemed to know how to move even if he didn’t, and the new instincts and different senses were easy enough to get used to.

The hardest aspect of his new life was actually finding food, given how a vast majority of the people from the small village he’d woken up in seemed perfectly happy to ignore or even chase him out no matter how cute he acted. The rest were all small children, who at best could give him some sweets, and the two old ladies that lived a little up the hill and occasionally confused him for their own cat, Baobao.

So, naturally, he had taken to stealing from the bastards that annoyed him the most as a form of payback. They should’ve thought twice before throwing rocks at him if they didn’t want their food stolen. Shen Yuan had gotten pretty good at sneaking in and avoiding traps out of sheer pettiness in recent times.

…Perhaps he had gotten a little too good, actually.

Really, why else would the village chief decide to call for help catching him? Also! How could he have known they’d call a whole-ass cultivator to deal with him?! Wasn’t he just a normal (if smarter than average) cat?! Why were these people calling cultivators to deal with their day-to-day problems?! Wasn’t that just lazy?! Wasn’t it overkill?! What’s up with that?!

Shen Yuan hissed and attempted to scratch the hand that had grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and held him up in the air. The owner of the hand, a cultivator with a truly beautiful face, stared back at him utterly unimpressed.

“Stop that,” the cultivator said.

Shen Yuan hissed at him, but ultimately stopped struggling. He had given a good fight, even managing to scratch the man in the face before he was caught (something he was very proud of, despite the cultivator healing it with his qi almost immediately) but even he knew when to call it quits. He would just have to wait for the man to lower his guard before trying to escape again.

The cultivator huffed, then turned around to inform the village chief of his capture. Shen Yuan sullenly endured the whole song and dance, hissing at any bastard that looked too smug on the way. It was only as they were walking out of the village that the cultivator lifted Shen Yuan up to eye level and stared.

“How did a creature like you even end up in this place?” he suddenly asked, eyes narrowed with a level of suspicion that was, frankly, uncalled for. “Your kind isn’t from this area.”

What kind! What creature! He was just a normal cat! Shen Yuan had seen plenty of them around the village, had gotten into fights with old strays for some food more than once. He had convinced little Baobao to not attack him on sight even!

“I’m taking you back to my sect. Will you attack me if I try to hold you properly?”

Yes, Shen Yuan meowled viciously.

As if he understood anything, the cultivator nodded once and unsheathed his sword. Then he stood on it and took up flight holy fucking shit—

Shen Yuan made an alarmed sound, holding on for dear life the moment the cultivator moved him close to his chest. He sunk his claws deep on the silver robes, not wanting to find out if cats truly had nine lives in this world or if he’d survive a fall this high, and glared viciously at the man.

The cultivator had the gall to look amused.

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The moment they landed, Shen Yuan wasted no time jumping away. Unfortunately, the man’s reflexes were faster than him and he managed to catch Shen Yuan before his paws could even graze the ground.

Shen Yuan meowled pitifully, turning big sad eyes that had occasionally gotten him free food in his direction. He even heard a number of young kids in the background stop and coo at him.

The man, apparently heartless, only raised an eyebrow.

Shen Yuan sighed and resigned himself to his fate for the foreseeable future. Settling down on the man’s arms (they were unexpectedly comfortable and warm, okay?), he watched idly as people hurried about, barely stopping to bow in the cultivator’s direction and glance curiously at Shen Yuan before continuing on their ways.

Eventually they reached what was definitely some kind of doctor’s office and the cultivator barged in like he owned the place. Shen Yuan could’ve believed that, if it weren’t for the real owner of the office looking up sharply from behind the cluttered desk at their entrance.

“Liu-shixiong!” The poor doctor looked genuinely startled, understandably so, as he reflexively stood up. He hadn’t even seemed to notice Shen Yuan yet. “How may this shidi help you?”

In response, the cultivator —Liu?— shifted Shen Yuan in his arm so he was more visible while still keeping a tight hold on him. Not like there was anywhere for him to run, mind you, seeing as all entrances to the office were firmly shut.

The doctor blinked and adjusted his glasses, peering closely at Shen Yuan.

“Is… that a Colored Claw Spirit Cat?” the doctor asked slowly, and for some reason he looked just as baffled as Shen Yuan abruptly felt.

Excuse me? I’m a what now?

“En,” the cultivator confirmed. “I found him terrorizing a village near Huan Hua Palace. With Lan Qingyi in seclusion, I thought you could give him a check-up.”

‘Terrorizing’ was too strong a word for what he’d been doing, in Shen Yuan’s honest opinion. He was only trying to eat! It was everyone else that overreacted to his presence! Also, Huan Hua Palace? Why did that sound familiar? Did he hear of it somewhere in the village?

“Hmm. I agree that Lan-shijie would be best for this. I don’t think anyone else at her peak has even seen a Colored Claw Spirit Cat in person before, given how rare they are,” the doctor agreed, rummaging through drawers for this and that. “Alright. Set him on the table, please. This shidi will see what he can do.”

“He’ll attack you,” the cultivator warned as he gently set him down on the table, one arm posed to catch him were he to try and get away. Shen Yuan stared at him deadpan. Again, there was nowhere for him to run unless someone were to open the door for him.

The doctor settled a couple of items down on the table next to him and smiled wearily at the cultivator.

“Ah, how much does shixiong know about Spirit Cats?”

“I know they have the capacity to cultivate a human form, as well as achieve immortality. Though it’s extremely rare.”

Shen Yuan… had not known any of that. In fact, up until a couple minutes ago, he was convinced he was just a normal cat. It’s not like he had any other frame of reference to work with here. All the little kids at the village called him a cat and rural villages from Xianxia worlds were hardly overflowing with mirrors. He couldn’t have possibly known if there was anything special about his appearance that gave him away as not-a-normal-cat.

But this… wasn’t this kind of cool actually? He could become an immortal master! And get back his human form! And have opposable thumbs again! God, did he miss those.

Unaware of Shen Yuan’s growing excitement, the doctor nodded at the cultivator’s words.

“Shixiong is correct. Furthermore, Spirit Cats tend to have a level of sentience on par with humans long before acquiring a human form themselves. One can usually tell their age just by how much they’re able to understand, since even young ones are somewhat intelligent. This one certainly seems to understand us just fine. Isn’t that right, esteemed spirit?”

Not expecting to be addressed so suddenly, or at all, Shen Yuan gave the doctor a somewhat startled meow, tail twitching.

“See? This one must be a teenager on the cusp of adulthood. His growth phase must not be long now.”

Growth phase? Shen Yuan wondered, then filed it away for later thought, alongside all that information about Spirit Cats.

The cultivator grunted, eyeing Shen Yuan for a moment before finally stepping back, seemingly deciding that Shen Yuan wasn’t about to run for the hills if he let down his guard. Shen Yuan, no longer worried about acting out of character for a normal cat, pointedly rolled his eyes at him.

An odd noise drew his gaze back to the doctor, who quickly schooled his expression back to a mask of pleasant neutrality.

“Esteemed spirit, this Mu Qingfang will examine you now and narrate what he is doing. Would that be acceptable?”

Shen Yuan meowed an affirmation, something about that sentence tickling at the back of his mind, and the doctor finally got started.

It was only a moment later that the realization hit him in full.

Mu Qingfang, a healer. ‘Liu-shixiong,’ who flew them all the way here and up a mountain. Even the off-handed mention of goddamn Huan Hua Palace.

Oh fuck.

He’s inside of Proud Immortal Demon’s Way.

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Next Chapter.

[lamperts-rokea]

Time for me to Yap about my Horror AU.

(ALL IDEAS WERE MADE BY ME - IF SOMETHING SEEMS SIMILAR TO SOMEONE ELSES IT'S COINCIDENCE. I DO NOT INTEND TO COPY ANYONE'S IDEAS.)

⚠️⚠️TW! VIOLENCE, DEATH, GORE, HEAVY TOPICS⚠️⚠️

The Robloxian (you, the player) needed to use the elevator to go somewhere. Unfortunately, the elevator, instead of taking you to a different place, took you to a different DIMENSION! If you don't make it back to the elevator before the doors close, you are stuck there until it arrives again at your location.

You would expect in a Horror AU for Bive to be completely driven crazy by the phenomenons that happen - except she isn't. In fact, she may be one of the most sane characters right now.. until she finds the rotting corpse of Split in Dr RETROS office. Her head was completely torn off from her body, her banana-like shell was split apart and, from the looks of it, dissected on. Parts of her skin were torn off her body, and it seemed as though she had been this way for a while, considering all the blood isn't fresh - it's brown and dried out, and it appears that the remainder of her skin is also turning brown.. just like a banana. Whatever happened to her was cruel and uncalled for.

Bive, after finding her crush's body dismantled, stopped all her current research to find a way to make immortality.. and find a way to bring Split back. However, there isn't a way.. leaving her to crumble over time, constantly trapped in neverending anxiety, until she loses it.. really loses it.

Wallters obsessions only worsened with time. Oftentimes he would find himself coughing up liquid cement.. and blood. His body has cracks everywhere, and due to his constant drinking of Grey Stuff, is now 13 feet tall. He began to notice the effects, but he couldn't stop. Grey Stuff was his lifeline. It had started to get so bad that he began passing out for long periods of time. No one has seen him for a long time when Mark decides to investigate.. finding Wallter on the ground surrounded by concrete and his own, dry blood. He was immediately rushed to a clinic, and he was forced to withdrawal. He has been in the hospital for months.

Absolutely nothing happened to Poob. They're still the same guy.. except sadder. Watching all their friends slowly lose themselves in different ways.. made them a bit more unstable. Many things have intended to harm them, but because of the deity that looks over their life, no harm has befallen them. They kind of wished something bad would happen so they could feel the same pain their friends were.. and try to help his friends through it all.

Oh, Pest.. he had put so much faith into the Doctor. He believed she would never harm him... But boy was he wrong. The last time he was seen, his face was all distorted.. like a Fleshcousins face.. and his mandibles were completely torn off, leaving large red scars where they resided. He looked nearly like a normal Guest.. except he was larger.. a lot larger. Nearly 7 feet. It was assumed DrRETRO had.. experimented on him, trying to turn him into a normal Guest, but in doing so, completely destroyed not only his body, but his mind. His ego. He hides in his home most of the time. The only person that has seen him since is Poob.

Folly has not changed, but for some reason, she has stopped possessing Pest. Perhaps because of what happened to him.. or something else..?

Infected tried to stop it from happening.. but soon he was forced into the Doctors, too. But not to be cured... Oh, no. Something far more sinister. According to the logs DrRETRO kept in a journal of hers, she chained him up, first examining his body and comparing him to another Robloxian she had kept contained. Then, she did a truly heinous thing.. she FORCE FED HIM THE UNPLEASANT, AND THE ROBLOXIAN.. then left him there to rot, bleeding out terribly.. over time he finally broke free and made his way back to his apartment, a 9'4, completely broken, virus-induced beast waiting in silence. After a while he was kicked out of the apartment, and he moved into the alleyway, waiting for someone to save him. For an odd reason, it seemed Kasper had gained some control over the virus after he broke out, but that doesn't stop it from making him feel terrible.

Lampert had to run away. He had to run away from everything, especially after finding out what happened to Wallter. To try and find someone to talk to, he went and searched for infected, only to find what he would describe as something terrible and tortured. He ran back to ROKEA before Infected - or whatever remained of him.. - could follow him. Overwhelmed by grief, of his friends, family, and everyone in between being hurt, he went insane, and killed dozens of Robloxians, all the ones that came into ROKEA.. and his own father figure. After seeing what he has done, he forced himself into a coma, not waking up until someone else does.

Mark was so, so worried for his family. Despite how much he gets on Marks nerves, he truly loves Wallter and wanted him to feel better soon.. but he also loved Lampert, in a way a mother hen loves her chicks. He hadn't heard from Lampert for a while, so he visited the ROKEA, and found his son shaking by himself in a corner.. he was much taller than before.. the poor lamp turned nearly into a mutant, standing at 11'7. And when he looked back at Mark.. the last thing that he ever saw of his own dad was him crushed into smithereens, his head crushed underneath Lamperts metal foot.

Prototype, abandoned from the world, was left in a storage closet, completely rusted by the time he was found again. He was still functional, but all that ever came out after the day he was found were cries of help.

Spud exploded because of a player

Gnarpy was enjoying all the chaos. Everyone scared for their lives, for their minds. Unfortunately, xe was needed back at their home planet for another galactic war.. little did everyone know xe would not be returning to earth, as they had died in battle.

Gregoriah was put out of business, leaving Reddy to rot, also abandoned.

She was pulled back into custody for her crimes upon Robloxians. After being questioned by local law enforcements, what was the only thing that she had to say for herself, after doing all those terrible things to the others..?

"meow, mew." (I was just curious.)

She was found guilty, and was scheduled to be put on death row, but somehow she had escaped the cell, and is currently a wanted fugitive for her crimes. Her whereabouts are unknown, and there are no leads..

And, just because I like being spiteful, STAT dies to a spike.

Pilby is not involved in this AU since they are with Mach.

I have two versions of this story, one being a happy ending where things turn out alright and the other being sad and unfulfilling. I might post some more about this AU, some hcs about it, but right now my fingers hurt and I'm too lazy. But if anyone wants me to go more in-depth about any of the characters such as their designs or more in-depth about their changes, lmk.

This is a WIP so nothing is completely set in stone, but thanks for reading my yapping

[leggerefiore]

Entropy

cw: giratina volo, pokehybrid au, volo centric, 3333 words,

pairing: Volo/Reader

summary: Volo escapes from his banishment and plans to forcibly usurp the powers of Arceus. Sadly, he finds himself played in a trap by the deity with a certain human sent to stop him and his own feelings.

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It was a lonely existence that he lived.

He lived in shadows, in a corrupted, distorted world that was unlike the one he could only observe from a distance.

Why was he banished here, unable to interact with others, you may ask? Well, the Renegade pokemon had perhaps made a certain creator deity a bit too mad with his violence. Still, Volo could not help but feel anger for his situation.

Cogita – Arceus – Whatever the damn deity wanted to call herself today, banished him to this world and prevented his reentry into the one he observed. Sure, he had foolishly attempted to stand against her and take her power as his own, but her own strength and that of Dialga and Palkia sent him here and left him. He felt his blood boil the longer he watched humanity through his empty glances.

Hisui, the land in which Arceus supposedly first made, had caught his attention for numerous reasons. It was where his first violent outburst had happened. The blond sighed.

Was this envy? Desperation? Did he want the deity that had created him and then refused to take responsibility for him to be forced to lay her eyes on him once more? He was lonely, he knew.

His long wings, shadowy and like tendrils, swished behind him as he moved. He wished to leave this place. It was both his home and his prison, but he was tired of being locked inside. Centuries of isolation could weigh heavily upon even an immortal being like himself.

His eyes landed upon the clans of Hisui, led by the two that had helped seal him. More rage bubbled up inside him. There had been enough of him waiting around.

An attack called forth from him, slashing the very fabric that tethered the space and time of where he was trapped and into the other world. Without hesitation, he stepped inside.

For a moment, there was nothing.

Then… there was everything. His body forcibly shifted in this world, wings fusing together into a singular entity and his ridges along his neck sealing into the pale flesh underneath. He gasped in a breath. Icy winds lashed around his as chilled water fell from the clouds. He tried to flap his wings, but he had not yet adjusted to his new form. The ground grew closer and closer…

And he crashed.

Volo laid on the muddy ground, eyes peering at the sky distantly. The portal slowly closed, leaving him where he was. He felt exhausted. Everything around him was too distant for him to gasp on to. His eyelids felt like lead as they slowly began to close.

Suddenly, however, a weight crawled onto him. He opened his eyes from the surprise to see a small pokemon had got onto his chest. The pokemon was egg-like and let out a small chirp, nuzzling into him. Confusion rushed through the dragon's mind. Carefully, he reached a hand out to touch the pokemon. It rubbed its cheek against his skin.

Volo felt completely awake.

A smile spread across his lips.

He had made it.

Arceus could no longer restrain him, and he would usurp her power for certain this time.

~

Time passed, Volo entirely managed to hide his features that gave away his true nature, both physically and psychologically. A merchant's guild had taken him in and employed him, much to his luck. He easily became a friendly face among the humans of the Galaxy Team and the clans. A travelling merchant who preferred to spend his time staring at ruins and artefacts rather than selling things.

He felt lucky.

His disguise had given him a perfect opportunity to go to the temple that lied at the peak of Mt. Coronet and begin his plan.

Once again, he unleashed his move and tore a rift in space and time above all of Hisui.

He watched as a poor sap was pulled through from some other place and time in the world. There was little reason for him to seek after the by-product of his destruction, however.

Over the coming days, he watched as the populace of Hisui became aware and frightened of the looming portal hovering above their lands. The person who had fallen through his portal had not a single a memory of what had happened to him before waking up in the frigid lands of the north most icelands. A certain pokemon of the lake had made sure of that.

He watched as speculations went wild, but not one dared to involve him. Volo escaped any suspicion of foul play by his friendly yet distant nature as a merchant.

Soon, the portal would force the clan leaders to act and try to stop the portal, lest it pull them in itself. Dialga and Palkia would fail, he knew. This trap of his design was impossible to stop otherwise.

That was what he thought, but then something he never could have expected came forth.

Arceus sought to spite him by bringing out a human to stand against him. Taken from out of space and time, falling through a portal similar to his own. He encountered them carefully, observing how they acted. They were nearly as confused and lost as the person he had accidentally brought through his own portal. He even challenged them to a battle to observe their capabilities there.

Needless to say, they easily beat his low level Togepi. He could feel their potential and pondered how to stop them before they became too much of an issue for him. There was something that he noted as they spoke to him, however. A twinkle of trust in their eyes toward them. He could not understand it himself, but any opportunity that bared itself to him would be exploited.

The legendary would set out to become your trusted ally. His friendly demeanour was obviously a welcome change to the harsh looks and suspicious glances of the Galaxy Team. He felt smug as he watched you head out to do your tasks, keeping an eye on you from a distance. Even scaring you once, much to your obvious distaste. You gave him a glare, but he offered you catching advice and an amicable grin.

It was only after you truly quelled a raging Noble, another side effect of his plan, that he realised that you would truly become a problem if he did not stop you. Volo felt frustrated Arceus would spite him with such an odd and cruel punishment. He felt even more mortified when you presented him a plate of Arceus.

… But Volo was no idiot. If his first plan failed, having a backup would never be a bad idea. You had a plate. A plate he knew very well could call out Arceus from her realm.

Poor you just had to be dragged into this by a cruel deity.

Volo's continued monitoring involved battles and attempts to dissuade you from your actions or helping you to the best of his abilities. It was most unfortunate that these involved your random bursts of bright smiles or blissfully ignorant words.

It was only after he found you utterly dejected after being banished from Jubilife when you had just helped everyone with their nobles that he realised something. A strange feeling had been beginning to bud within him for a quite a while. You were pitiful, truly. Brave and reliable, but pitiful. An outsider forced from your home by a deity to fulfil its job since it refused to play its game. When he called out to you, he watched as you turned to look at him, completely deflated. Even the clans had denied you assistance in your grave time of need, fearful of Team Galaxy.

He wanted to laugh at how pitiful the gods of time and space had proven themselves to be. Softly, he laid a hand on your shoulder and promised to take you somewhere for you to stay.

His campsite was certainly lacking, but it was not as though he could take you to his true home. Then you would be fully aware of how easily he was playing you. A pokemon from the team had appeared not long after you settled down. He shook his head at the action. If they truly cared for you, why would they have allowed your banishment? Volo understood your situation with ease. Which is why he decided to go with his second plan completely now. He was well aware of the plates you had collected through your journeys.

That is why he helped you mend the very disaster he had started. Gathering the power of the lake trio and using the red chain to stop Palkia and to stand beside her to stop the frenzied Dialga. He felt annoyed, watching from a distance, but amazed that you had the willpower to stand against the very people who wished ill-will upon you and stand alongside legendaries regarded as deities so easily.

Of course, he remained out of sight and away from them for good reason. One glance at him from either of those two would blow his entire cover completely away. Even disguised as a human, they would recognise him. He did not miss the glance back they would give back to his general area when he stood out too much.

Volo felt something when he watched Dialga embrace you after snapping him out of his frenzied state. Rage poured into his heart. Something about you made him want you all to himself, just as pitiful as you were during your stay in his camp. His plans were to keep you at his side after he stole Arceus's power for his own.

He would just have to convince you now, to help him with his next plan. After all, gathering the plates now on his own would be useless, as he only had a single one in his possession. Besides, he found himself oddly entranced with the idea of spending time with you.

Of course, you eagerly agreed, clearly happy to spend more time with him and wanting to know more about the mysteries of Hisui, too. Volo easily led you around the region, searching for the item required for his next plans. An unintended side effect of his plan unfortunately arose as he spent more and more time with you.

Hi chest tightened when you smiled at him, leaned against him during colder nights, hugged him after a difficult battle, or said such sweet words to him. There was no time to second guess himself at this point. He was too far into his plan to lure out Arceus once more to snatch you away and hide you in his dimension for all eternity, but, he supposed, if this plan failed, he would do just that.

Somewhere in the middle of his hunt with you, a familiar woman appeared before him and you while searching for information on the final plate he needed. Her grey eyes identical to his own, and an ancient, primordial energy swirled around her. He bit his tongue, knowing better to play her in her own domain. She just sighed and shook her head at you both. You tilted your head at her sudden appearance in the village.

“… Volo,” her voice was filled with heavy disappointment, “Have you learnt nothing?” Your gaze went between them curiously.

“Mistress Cogita, how rare to see you,” he forced a smile on his face to continue playing his part, “You know very well how deeply I love to learn about Hisuian legends and myths more than anyone.” As if he had not watched them develop over time from his prison as her unwanted child. She shook her head.

“You haven't then, I suppose,” her attention shifted to you, “He hasn't been too awful, has he?” You shook your head and turned to him with a sweet grin.

“I… I really like him, actually,” your voice was soft, “Doing all this with him has really made me see how much he loves his hobbies…” Cogita's eyebrow raised curiously.

“… I see,” she turned away from them both and gave one last look over her shoulder, “The Pixie Plate is in the Ancient Retreat. You know the place well, Volo.” With that, she walked out of the village and disappeared.

You looked at Volo curiously. He sighed and made up a story about her being his grandmother. They were distant, and that is why he never mentioned her before. You believed it easily. Assembly much easier than you would have believed her to be, the very being you were working towards summoning.

When he told you the story of Giratina, himself, as you walked to the remote location of the location given to you both by Cogita. Your brows pressed together as you listened to him carefully. In the end, he wondered what your opinion of the situation would be. You stopped dead in your tracks and hummed.

“If Giratina was unwanted, why would Arceus make it then?” you asked him curiously, “… You make it sound almost personal, actually. Do you sympathise with Giratina, Volo?” He froze, too. How astute were you? He supposed his bias was not hidden.

“I do,” he said plainly, “I believe Arceus should have taken more responsibility for its creation rather than banishing it. You should know all too well how cruel banishment is.” You were the stunned one this time. Your eyes went to the ground, but your hand grabbed his own.

“I do, Volo, I do know,” you told him, “But… I suppose I can understand why Kamado did, too… I don't know. Is Giratina still banished even after all this time?”

“… Yes,” he said simply, “I'm hoping it will make its appearance at the Temple of Sinnoh after we obtain all the plates.” You nodded but kept your hand locked with his. Stepping to his side, you leaned against him.

“Well, maybe after freeing Giratina from its banishment, it will understand why it happened,” you wondered aloud. Volo resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Still, the feeling of being so close to his goals, and you, made him elated.

~

The time came as Volo stood in his true form at the destroyed Temple of Sinnoh. Cold winds lashed at his skin as he stared intently at the sky where his portal once reigned. You were going to arrive soon. How would you react to this truth? Anger? Rage? Dare he even consider… Acceptance? Either way, you two were about to stand opposed. He could already tell that you would not support his urge to create his own, better world than this one.

As much as he had come to care and even… love you. He knew you could not support this, not as Arceus's chosen one. His brain had been a mess since that horrid portal spit you out and laid you before him.

“… Volo,” your voice was soft as he turned to face you. Your eyes were not wide but rather red and glossy. No words had to be said, you understood it all at a glance. “… You were behind it all, weren't you?” you decided to ask the question which held the weight of the world.

“Of course,” his eyes grew cold, but he would still try to have you see his side, “This world is cruel. Ruled by an apathetic deity who would rather banish a being she created rather than take responsibility for him. She is only intervening now as a means to preserve her power. I will create a new, better world.” His hand reached for the pokeball of the first being that had greeted him in this world. You shook your head and imitated his action.

The battle was intense. Volo had not shown you his true hand until now. Battling was something that came naturally to him, especially in a moment where everything lied upon his victory. You were no pushover, either, obviously experienced in your own way. Even after you defeated his last pokemon on his team, he refused to accept it.

If he…

If he lost, he would be banished again. Left in complete and utter isolation and only able to observe distantly.

He would lose you.

In his madness, Volo himself took to battle against you as Giratina, both of his forms employed. Still, even despite the harsh adversity of going against someone as physically strong as he was, you managed to rip victory from his hands.

He fell to his knees. Rage and terror brewing heavily with him. Sadness creeping in from the edges. You breathed heavily, watching him for any more unpredictable actions.

Nothing came.

A hand rested on his shoulder as light poured too brightly behind him.

“… Volo, that is enough,” Cogita's voice was harsh yet pitiful, “I do not hate nor do I consider you unwanted. I simply do not trust you to interact with humans and pokemon of this world without harming them.” You gasped at the sight of her, thoroughly different from the dark clothing she had worn in her human disguise.

You stood up tall.

“Please… Don't banish him alone,” you begged her, “Don't banish him at all… I'll watch him. So, please.”

She gave a curious glance at you and shook her head with a sigh. “Volo… You claim you love them, do you not? Why not protect the world they so love, then?” she questioned him. His head remained low.

You had been through so much pain, just as he had at the hand of Arceus. You were kindred spirits, but you had her favour while he did not.

“… Would you even allow me to come and go into this realm as I pleased,” he wondered? Cogita gazed down at him intensely.

“Of course, if you swear to quit causing problems,” she knelt down and softly brought a hand to comb through his hair, “I do care for you and want you to be happy despite what you believe me to be. Why do you think I even bothered to let you do all of this?” He froze from both her words and the unexpected affection.

You smiled down at him. He felt stuck. If he denied everything Cogita had said, he would be banished back into the Distortion World with no hope of ever escaping, and you would be let here alone. If he agreed, he did not know what to do.

“Fine,” he relented, “… Just don't expect me to be like those two.” Cogita laughed, unexpectedly.

“I never expected you to be like Palkia and Dialga in the first place,” she stood herself and him up. Her eyes, now glowing green, turned to you, “I will hold you to your words to watch him.” You nodded.

You walked over to carry him on your shoulder as you took him from her, his injuries from the battle still needing to be tended to. She watched you both with curious eyes.

Before she left, Cogita leaned into your ear and whispered that Volo was truly her favourite of the three before disappearing into the clouds above. You understood her feelings entirely as you watched the blond man barely keep himself on his feet.

“I love you, Volo,” you told him plainly as you headed back towards the nearest base camp, “I didn't want you to be alone again… I didn't want you to be banished from this world.”

He was silent for a moment after your confession. Closing his eyes, he soaked in the feelings that the words brought him.

“I love you, too,” he managed to get out.

Sadly, despite your love, he was still a wanted criminal in Hisui for the whole nearly destroying the world thing, so he had to return to his dimension for the most part. On the bright side, you could visit him and get away from the stresses of your Survey Corps duties.

[mint-yooxgi]

{2} - To Tempt Fate - Yandere!Trickster Deities!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Trickster AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Suspense

Pairing: Ateez X Reader

Words: 2,942

Warnings: This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Sorry the chapter is a little later than promised, I was hoping to post before dinner by my parents beat me to it lol. Anyways, this chapter mainly sets up more of the OC’s personality and focusses on the exploration aspect of survival horror. The guys aren’t too active to start, but next chapter should be a very pleasant reading experience for Wooyoung Stans hehehe *wink wink* Anyways, I really hope you all like this part, and as always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

Also, gentle reminder that I do not do tag lists.

Mini Masterlist - Part One

You make it to the edge of the maze entrance before freezing in your spot. Perhaps walking in blindly to whatever death traps await you isn’t such a smart idea after all. You could lose your way back, or worse, the maze could begin to shift on its own. Perhaps you should finish exploring the little room you woke up in first before venturing out into the unknown. Besides, there may be some more useful items hidden within.

Turning around, you head back towards the small shack. You make sure to leave the door open, lest someone decides to sneak up on you, or the door re-locks once it’s been closed. Luckily, you don’t seem to hear anything creeping around in the bushes, but then again, it is unnaturally silent around here, too.

Shifting your head from side to side, your eyes scan every inch of the room you woke up in. There seems to be a small bathroom attached at the back that you didn’t notice before, having been too concerned with escaping the confines of these four walls at the time. Checking under the small sink reveals a stack of towels of varying sizes for bathing, as well as a tiny med-kit with some antiseptic and bandages.

Odd, considering in all of your years of researching these insanity games, you’ve never once read about someone receiving healing items before. Though, you’re not complaining. That is, if this medicinal kit is real. Who knows, it could just be poison disguised as something that could help you, doing more harm than good. At least the bandages should help in case of injury.

Standing back to your full height, you briefly meet your gaze in the mirror. Your eyes are still tired, but that’s probably a result of whatever drug they used to get you here. At least, the more you move around, the better your mobility improves. Even your head seems clearer the more you explore, vision becoming sharper with every second that passes.

Giving one final look around the bathroom, you peer into the tiny shower in the corner. Everything you could possibly need, down to your favourite body wash is provided for you. A fact of which makes a chill run down your spine.

It may not be luxury, but it certainly feels as if you’re being pampered.

With a furrow to your brow, you step back into the main area of the room.

Softly, you close the door behind you, eyes scanning the four corners around you all the while. Again, you spot the bed shoved against the one wall, the space just large enough to fit a lamp at the foot of it. A little to the left of the bed is the front door which sits directly across from the bathroom door, perfectly mirroring the entranceway on either side of the shack. 

To your immediate left, and beside the bathroom door, rests the dresser. It sits about as tall as your chest, a light ochre in colour to match the wooden bed frame. There are four drawers, which you take the time to properly search through now.

The topmost drawer reveals socks, underwear and the like, and you shudder in disgust. There appears to be eight delicate sets of lingerie found within, each a very specific colour. Almost as if to match a personal preference of sorts. Eight personal preferences.

Slamming the drawer shut, you move onto the next, a scowl on your features. At least the next drawer contains more normal pieces of clothing, mainly consisting of various shirts. Considering this had been the drawer you found those pins in, it doesn’t surprise you all that much. Still, the fact that so far, everything is in your size makes your skin crawl.

The third drawer down reveals different pairs of pants, again, conveniently in your size. Leggings, jeans, sweatpants, even a pair of leather pants greets you, and you find yourself quickly flipping through the selection.

Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head when you spot a key buried beneath the stacks of clothing. It’s silver, though not very large in size. More of an old fashioned key, if anything, with an intricate design at the top, while the bottom juts out like a leaf.

You frown, not quite sure what this key could be for. However, you’ll hang onto it for now. It could be useful later on.

Taking a knee, you attempt to open the fourth and final drawer at the bottom of the dresser. Only, as soon as you go to pull it open, it’s as if it’s stuck in place. That’s when you notice the little keyhole in the centre of the drawer, keeping it locked shut.

Sparing a glance over your shoulder and out of the open door behind you, you make sure no one has snuck up on you. Seeing no one, you turn back to the drawer before you.

Holding the key you’ve just found in your hand, you slowly go to place it into the lock. Except, it doesn’t even fit in the keyhole.

You click your tongue in annoyance, standing back to your feet. You could take the time to pick the lock again, like you did the front door, but that would require you to get down onto your stomach to do so. The last thing you want is someone to run in behind you while you’re on the ground. That’s the easiest way to take you out.

That’s when you realize something.

Turning back to the front door, you walk over to it slowly. Keeping the door open, you take that key in your hand once more. Carefully, you push it into the keyhole, noticing how it fits perfectly within the slot. Turning it causes a satisfying click to sound, the knob refusing to turn as you test the lock.

Looks like you’ve found the proper key to your room.

You nearly snort to yourself. If you had simply looked one drawer down, you wouldn’t have had to pick the lock.

Oh, well, at least you know you now have options.

Pulling the key out of the lock, you close the door. Now, you should have no trouble picking the lock on the bottom drawer. You won’t have to worry about someone barging in with your back turned, leaving yourself open and vulnerable while on the ground.

You catch your gaze in the full length mirror, letting out a sigh as you crawl onto your stomach. Once you’re eye level with the keyhole, you’re pulling those pins out of your pocket to begin picking the lock.

This one is a little more challenging than the front door, but after a few minutes, you manage to hear the satisfying click of the lock sliding out of place. As soon as you do, you’re sitting back onto your knees, sliding the drawer open in the next moment.

An empty drawer greets your gaze.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You exhale a long sigh through your nose, frown tugging at your features.

All that work for nothing?

That’s when you realize something. These are tricksters you’re dealing with. Nothing is meant to be easy. Nothing is always something.

Leaning forward slightly, you begin to trace your hand along the bottom of the draw, feeling for imperfections in the design. The fact that the wood seems to shift slightly the closer to the edges you get, you realize that there’s a false bottom to this drawer.

Sliding your hand beneath the bottom drawer, you knock on the wood.

Something knocks back.

You startle in your spot, falling back onto your ass as you stare in bewilderment at the drawer. You can hear your heartbeat racing in your ears, the familiar pounding thumping erratically against your chest.

With shaking hands, you attempt to calm yourself down.

Slowly, carefully, you push yourself back onto your knees, peering into the drawer once more. Only this time, when you look, you notice a small metal handle near the one end of the drawer.

Your eyes narrow at the new discovery, glancing around the room to see if anything else has changed. Luckily, nothing else seems to be out of the ordinary so far, but now, one thing is for certain. You truly cannot trust anything in this place.

Peering back into the drawer, you hesitate. The latch that appeared is indeed metal, which could mean a number of things. However, the most prominent in your mind is that it could be electrified. The moment you go to touch it could spell your death. That, or it could be rigged to destroy whatever is hidden beneath it like in that one anime you watched recently.

Getting as close to the drawer as you can while on your stomach, you push the wood up as far as it will go. Conveniently, you do see another small opening placed close to the front, meaning you could stick something small beneath the draw to push the false bottom upwards.

“What is this, some intense escape room?” You huff dryly, dropping your hold on the drawer and pushing yourself back to your feet.

With nothing but irritation shining on your features, you glance around the room once more. Carefully, you place the key to the front door and the pins you had been using on top of the dresser. There’s no point in keeping them in your pockets for the moment, seeing as you have no use for them right now.

Finally, you turn to inspect the final object held within the shack.

The bookcase is large, various titles looking back at you as your eyes scan the shelves. Though, the more you inspect it, the worse your feeling of dread becomes.

Not only does this bookshelf contain most of your favourite book series, but every single book you’ve read and used for your research about them. Even worse, there seem to be personalized journals tucked away on some of the shelves. Eight to be exact. Journals of which you do not recognize, but with how specific the colours are, again, you do not have to wonder too hard about who they belong to.

Just what is going on here?

You’ll deal with those, later. Right now, you’re more concerned about finding a small stick or something you can use to prop open that drawer with.

Annoyance crosses your features as you realize exactly what you can use.

Swiping the key from on top of your dresser, you’re quick to unlock your front door. Sticking your head out, you do a quick survey of the area before walking over to the nearest maze wall. Carefully, you reach out your hand, brushing your fingers against the leaves before you. Tugging a somewhat sturdy branch towards you, you snap a small part of it off the plant, walking back inside your shack without another thought.

Little do you notice a pair of pure white eyes that follow you gleefully from within the darkness.

Closing the door behind you and locking it once more, you’re quick to crawl back onto your stomach. Sliding the stick beneath the drawer, it takes you about a minute before you can properly line it up with the opening. Once you do, you’re pushing up, hoping beyond anything that the small twig doesn’t snap beneath the pressure.

Luckily, the branch seems to be pretty sturdy. Sturdy enough for you to prop it against the ground as you slide the false bottom of the drawer up using your nails. There’s no way you’re touching that metal handle until you know it’s safe to do so.

As soon as the wood is removed, you place it to the side, leaning it against the wall. Peering back into the drawer reveals a sight that has you scowling in annoyed disappointment.

All of that just for another small key, a string, some pencils, and a paperclip? At least the string that you see could actually be useful.

Reaching in, you grab the items in your hands, placing them on the floor beside you. The small key continues to rest in your hand, and you eye it skeptically.

“I swear to fucking god…” you slip the key into the lock on the front of the drawer, noticing how it fits perfectly.

Your eyes widen, a closed mouth scream of frustration nearly escaping you as it perfectly turns the lock back into place before your very eyes.

Pursing your lips, you turn the key once more, unlatching the lock.

You were aware of it before, but this just solidifies the fact: these games are rigged for you to fail.

Shaking your head, you slide the stick back out from beneath the drawer, looking over the other few items again. The string is not very long, but it’s enough to slide both keys onto and tie around your neck. The length allows you to hide the items beneath your shirt for now, easily being able to slip it off if you have to.

At least you’ll have use for that.

The pencils could actually be useful if you can find some paper, or even an empty notebook to create a map of the maze in. This way, you can ensure you don’t get lost. Plus, if the maze does shift every day, you’ll be able to track patterns or recognize any changes when they occur.

Sliding the paperclip onto the string around your neck, you sigh. It could come in useful if any of the pins break while you’re picking more locks.

Carefully, you reassemble the drawer, putting everything back in place. The wood slowly slides down, securing the false bottom once more as you tap it in at the edges. Perhaps you could use this as a hiding place for important things if necessary.

Silver linings in a room full of darkness.

Closing the drawer, you stand back to your feet with the pencils in hand. There are three, so you place two on top of the dresser with the small pins. You need to make sure you don’t burn through your resources before you have a chance to escape. Not that you have much of value, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.

Tucking those pins back into your pocket, you clutch the pencil in your hand. At least it could potentially be used as a close combat weapon if needed. Though, you don’t know how accurate you’ll be when going for someone’s throat with a pencil.

Turning back to the bookshelf, your eyes scan the contents once more. Even if you have to use any of the books on the shelves, you should be able to create those maps of the maze on their inside covers. Though, from the way a small notebook catches your gaze, you don’t think you’ll need to.

Now, if only you could find a small bag to carry things with.

Reaching over to the shelf, you slide that notebook into your hands. Flipping through the pages, all of them appear to be blank. Well, all except one.

Opening the notebook to the final page, you see what appears to be a poem of sorts written in red ink. Well, what you hope is red ink.

Eight powerful demons, one thorough plan.

Eight longing tricksters, one desperate that fled and ran.

Yellow to bloom predictions, never wanting to show his hand.

Blue as cold as ice, yet as fluid as sand.

Purple so dark, it appears to be black,

Yet, beware of his sudden attack.

Red calls for blood, of which he will never lack.

Orange that will burn you, so watch your back.

White so pure, it can hide the shadow within,

Lies so sweet, they sound as sin.

Beware of black and his deadly smile,

It can lure you in: false sense, denial.

Even green, as bright as day,

Can be ever cunning, so heed what they say.

The games have begun, notice the sound,

Look, Dear Fated, they are all around.

They will never stop, nor will they sleep,

Because it’s always been YOU that they ever seek.

A game so intense, winning is none,

Flee while you can, for the fun has only just begun.

A shiver caresses your spine as you finish reading what is on the page. You can feel your skin prickling beneath the chill, almost as if someone is watching you. Though, despite the way your head whips around the small room, you can find nothing out of the ordinary once more.

Heaving a sigh, you close the notebook. At least this little poem is offering you some information. The colours are clearly a reference to each of their eyes, and the little snippets must be related to their personalities, or specific powers. That you still need to figure out, but once you put a name to their face, you’ll be able to identify each one of these eight tricksters better.

Still, the potential meaning behind this poem scares you to your core. The man on the phone did say that these games would be different this time around, and you have a sneaking suspicion as to how. Especially if this little note is anything to go by.

This time, the prize for them won’t be getting to watch these insanity games unfold, nor is it the usual massacre that occurs within. These tricksters thrive off the madness these games create within people, but that doesn’t seem to be their main goal, their main desire, this time around.

No. This time, their prize will be you.

[hihopelessromantics]

making an nnt "god" a concrete thing with lore / biology. substance if you will. because committing to the bit is fun and nakaba missed out

inspired that the idea that not only should Meliodas and Elizabeth have a less human form but Tristan too! I love the different takes on their designs.

chapters cause this is long! and control f is our friend

canon adjacent lore

children of the gods

awakened god designs

the gods' chosen helpers

extra pet theory because I love y'all and I love elizabeth angst

@kalopsiakey @7-ratsinatrenchcoat thank you for helping out with the brainstorming for the tristan and melizabeth 'eldritch forms'! Hope you like the finished product!!

- - - - canon adjacent lore anyone ? - - - - -

In my aus, I usually go with the interpretation that the SD and DK are the latest two in a line of governing deities, with the others dying to various means. And the SD and DK blotted them out from public memory to establish the maximum amount of control for themselves.

In order to govern their realms, I propose it was a long-standing practice that gods would retain only a percentage of their power, and lend out the rest to trusted ones who help them ensure the safety and health of their realm. There might be other groups that the Archangels and Ten Commandments are in charge of!

Theoretically, this would also allow them to retain a form suitable to walk among their people. None of this taller than a castle shtick. Perhaps the DK and SD are physically magnified with their power. Part of their appearance is morphed by their will - the DK's armor, and the veil across the Supreme Diety's face seem to be symbols of their power. They can also be representative of how the DK was seen as an invincible opponent, and how now one knew the SD's true intentions but thought she's "too holy to look upon and find fault in."

To a god, sacrificing and dividing up your power (especially) in a time of peace is symbolic of trust and humility. In war, it could be neccessary to maintain one's prestige and honor as a monarch., Could mean that you value the ability to live as one of your people as one of them rather than as someone they worship.

- - - - children of the gods - - - -

What's the difference between something like the Supreme Diety and her daughter? Biologically, nothing, I'd assume. In nnt, "god" seems to be a state of being, asserted not simply by having power but by coming into your own and claiming it as you.

I propose that the gods are a conduit for that portion of their realm's magic that would otherwise roam freely, and that the other life in that realm has already absorbed, at birth, the limit each individual can handle. Biologically, that is.

For a goddess or demon to maintain that state in Britannia without cracking holes in the fabric of reality, there'd need to be some way to both reign in that power and dilute it down to a level that's manageable for that individual. And there probably are ways. Let's see what happened to Mel. His 'original powers,' when he accepted them, were raw and undivided; additionally, he had no clue how to manage a power influx of that extent and his mind was NOT in a good place to try and manage an extra extreme stressor. And uh. He has priors with letting his demon powers run amock in a destructive manner. If there's also a psychological component to how your godly powers act, that's the first uh-oh. Second uh - oh: he'd maintained complete certainty that unlocking them would have that kind of disastrous consequences for 3,000 years. self-fulfilling prophecies are a thing. especially if you believe that a demon's powers, specifically, their darkness, is deeply involved with their subconscious. Being 'a god' doesn't seem to logically coincide with being helpless. I think the real reason the DK and SD were trapped in their "bubbles" in their respective realms is their refusal to set aside that power, and walk as a simple demon or goddess even temporarily. A lack of will (in the gods' place) or a lack of control (Mel), rather than a lack of possibility. It makes it more interesting, I think!

In that case, the natural disasters we saw after Mel stepped into that power would be a result of the vast amount of demon realm magic accompanying him running completely amock in the wrong realm, interfering with the other magics present and the balance.

- - - - For "awakened god" designs! - - - -

I think Meliodas would want to keep his appearance mostly the same . . . just with more pizazz. Same with Zeldris, he seems to have it down pretty well already judging by his dramatic entrance in 4kota. If they're able to channel their powers well enough for this, I think they'd leave most 'monstrous' features toggled off while using this form except for their aura, and other associated demonic features such as wings, horns, and claws. They'd use the extra power boost to help their darkness roam with more versatility. Perhaps it'd form a tail behind them and coil about their horns and nearby loved ones like decorative, protective wreaths. It might lend a dragonlike flair to Meliodas, with several sets of horns about his face and dragonlike spines; and likewise, for Zeldris, some regal feathers and a simple, elegant floating crown - irremovable but loved - floating like a halo above his head.

I think Elizabeth would gain another pair of wings (if not more), and a dress of light in the same theme as Meliodas's assault mode outfit. She would have a magnificent crown of light, and she would hate it, she would complain that she didn't even wear a crown at her wedding, why does her magic think she'd want one? and she'd tear it off. every time. Maybe one day she'll accept it. Her brother-in-law tells her it's a symbol of how she'd given her heart, blood and breath to her realm, and to protecting the peace in Britannia, and that it's something she earned. But all she can see is this form is more grandiose than her mother's ever was, regardless of how much more like herself it looks than like some plain, no-faced worship-demanding statue. (That's how Meli describes her mother). Maybe one day! In the meantime, she released most of her original magic back to the Celestial Realm to assist in its revival. And covers up the crown with ribbons her husband sewed for her whenever she's prepping for a serious battle.

The special feature I came up with for what I'm calling Tristan's "awakened god form" is based on a biblical angel's wheels of eyes. That, except Twinkle stars, bright as a goddess's magic but as maneuverable as darkness, and they point in whichever direction he's focused on.

Wings would be feather-based, with darkness that weaves around them like the tounges of flames.

I think even the most high-level demons and goddesses would have less humanlike teeth in the back of their mouths accompanying their molars. Maybe just a little sharper, and much more durable. Maybe a second or third row of teeth that gets less prominent or even more retractable as it nears the lips. sharks come to mind. I'm jealous of their teeth. Why are ours so flimsy. Anyway. 7 rats proposed a demon / goddess child's noticably inhuman teeth might be like that of an anglerfish. Interesting idea.

Like. Uh- puts on a poetic narrator voice Like a wide smile, almost uncannily wide but almost like the way you walk with your feet pointed outward and not an emotion. And when he moves his mouth to speak or frown you can see little gleaming edges along his jaw like a set of jewels in a necklace. You're not sure what they are. Like spikes or horns but… from within. That ought to be decorative, you think, but you've thought the same about the demons’ sets of horns and their fangs and now that you think about it, the shapes surrounding the powered-up goddesses'… is they really magic or something supernatural beyond your mind’s comprehension. . . ?

As for the eyes - dark, demon-colored with swirling golden triskeles in the center. Since in normal form he already has the duality - and it makes sense considering how goddess and demon powers present themselves in their eyes - I think hiding the heterochromia in his eldritch form would make it more horrifying. Like, now we are stepping away from physics into what a “god” is in this universe. The darkness spills out of his eyes like the whisps of dry ice ofc!

- - - the gods' chosen helpers: examinating the the SD's blessings and the DK's curses - - - -

3/4 Archangels' Graces channel a certain element of nature: wind (Tornado), water (Ocean), light (Sunshine), with Ludociel's Flash being the odd one out. I propose this is because Ludociel has such a tainted mindset the only Grace that would take him is the one representing swift, determined action (because hehe). The Ten Commandments, unlike the Graces, have a further element of control - their double-edged nature - suggesting the DK isn't as thorough of a manipulatior (deadbeat hehe) as the SD and cannot rely on his command alone to gain 100% of the TC's focus. There's been clear tampering with the power it gives them, and less trust; they're artificial compared to the Graces, one of which was said to have chosen Escanor of its own free will. As for what they can do - they represent values that are considered virtues. Except for purity. what the hell does Derieri's purity do again? Not that she NEEDS that extra power, for the love of god the brute force trauma of this woman's second blow would probably cause permanent damage. Anyway, love forces those with hatred in their hearts to stand down from a fight (objectively not a bad thing), truth does the truth thing, etc.

These are not neccessarily combat-focused powers, though they are used and intended as such. It's not a stretch to say they could be utlized in a different manner in times of peace. The Demon Realm has probably countless small villages and intellegent species for the King to oversee and keep the peace between. It makes sense for him to have more vassals from that standpoint. Meanwile, the Celestial Realm from what we can tell has fallen into disrepair without the routine care of its people. I'm gonna go ahead and headcanon that the natural phenomenon here is at least as 'extreme' in human terms as the demon realm's, and that effectively managing a system of islands in the sky with probably dozens of intellegent migratory creatures like sky fish, etc. does take some supernatural effort. And that most of the goddess population here is centralized in one main area. Pretty much all nakaba has given us is an implied lack of diversity in the celestial realm (why everyone look like that except for Tarmiel) (it's fine we can make the creatures ourselves). Anyway. A not-double-edged-sword version of the Commandments and the current Graces could be repurposed to aid in civil relations (people), and enviornmental mangement (nature) respectively.

-- - - - - extra! pet theory as to why Elizabeth is an only child - - - -

I have a pet theory for my holy war au that Elizabeth wasn't made like a human child and is, rather, a genetic clone the SD shaped of herself (think shaping a living being out of clay) as well as just one in a succession of rebellious (and very dead) attempts at the perfect daughter. This is why there's only one of her, while Meliodas has a sibling, and why she's older than Meliodas. Until Elizabeth, there was no proof that what the SD and DK wanted could be managed without serious consequences. The SD learned that just having the one is important for the amount of control she wants over her daughter. She only has so much patience, and the sisters tended to back each other over her. Thank - well, herself - that they were so young. . . all those times. This is why the DK insisted on totally eliminating his children's emotions; he thinks so long as they don't care for one another, and don't even think to, he can manage as many as he wishes. Otherwise, he thinks the SD is a loon who failed like four times in succession, and refuses to acknowledge that he specifically waited for her to succeed, "learning" from her mistakes, before having his own children.

[fruit-salad-ship]

Monster Rome AU

I woke up to an overwhelming amount of ideas from y'all, and i love it.

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I think i really like the minotaur grey idea, i keep mulling over other options for him and it just doesnt suit as well, gives me Ferdinand vibes, a mean looking huge monster of a creature, who just wants to sit under a tree and feel the breeze and get pets and love. Also then we can branch into the whole 'someone goes to slay him' story, Grey tries not to fight, cant help it to survive and ends up becoming feared when hes actually very docile, rince and repeat story line.

This is where plum comes in, I 1000% cant see her as anything other than a full blown godess, her energy, her demeanour, everything about her point to a deity. She is kind and calm and finds humans fun little things to intervene with, perhaps a little mischevious, somewhat of a trickster but never with harmful things, more just little pranks. She sees Grey is lonely and sad, and feels for the creature, perhaps she made him, perhaps she knows who did, and they didnt accoutn for his gentle heart. But she does. She sees he's stuck in a loop of vioence and needs to be freed, but she cant do it, she's got to send a champion to meddle.

Enter demigod peach, a very tired, very well trained fighter, who simply wishes for the same thing, peace and quiet. I'd like to think years of fighting and a slow aging process make her wise but worn out, totally burnt to the very end of her wick from fighting endless battles, perhaps even other gods messed with her to make her a champion to battle things she never wanted to fight. Almost a puppet in some game, she doesnt have any control of her choices, and its made her very jittery and uncertain in social settings, kind of a massive nervous introvert, despite her skill level.

She's been crushing on plum for ages, but thats a literal god, and Peach is just some little fragment of one, not even someone who'd catch her attentions. She gives up that attempt to win a shred of plum's attention without even starting, its destined to fail, shes a tired, worn out scarred and nervous person with nothing to offer, she knows that Plum's out of hr league, so much so she's not even playing the same sport. But when the goddess she looks so fondly towards asks her for a favour, to go and free the minotaur trapped away, she does it for once with a bit more enthusiasm, Plum asked kindly, she wasnt pushy or bossy like the others, and that gentle touch was enough to make Peach (dare she say it) eager to help. At first theres a mix up, peach thinks "freed" meant kill, thats what shes known for, its why they ask her to perform such dangerous tasks so often, but she see's Grey sat somewhere quiet making something, he's intelligent, and kind, and curious, so she doesnt take out her sword. Grey's instinct after many years of being targeted is to lash out, but Peach doesnt retaliate, and he slowly realises this one is different. They become fast friends, he shows her all the things hes made in his isolation, he's actualy rather inventive, with a fine eye for craft.

The pair start to fight together, he swears his sword to her, and she's...a little taken back by this but fine, if he's sworn to help her he can leave his current location and prison, he's technically freed if her orders are to live and enjoy more. Besides, she too has travelled and worked alone for many years, maybe some company would be nice, especially company that likes the same stuff as she does. She finds he likes a good scratch on the neck, and doesn tmind her putting little briads in his hair. They have a petience for anything nature based, sitting and watching birds, or making cool carvings from wood, finding interesting rocks or spotting a deer out in the forests. It's like they were cut from the same cloth. Peach never got on with humans, and the gods were out of reach or if they did pay attention to her it was never for good reasons, always taking from her, and she only ever recieved trauma in return or a new scar, or a new level of fear and exhaustion. Other demigods like her often came off arrogant or entitled, they had more favour with the gods more often than not so they felt better than her. She never found her people, but maybe her person was a monster? A very kind one.

We also get to have some low key fun with a little monster fucking going on there. because why not, for the spicy side of this all. both of them are total outcasts, covered in battle damage, who find common ground in the soft touches and gentle moments. Things neither have much experince with.

plum becomes very fond of this little demigod whos done as shes asked and then some, how Peach had gone unseen for so long is a question she'll ask the other gods sometime, she cant even find out which god is her relative, its been redacted, no one will speak of her, as if Peach is taboo, and everything she came from is too. Perhaps she's some secret disgrace, or maybe an heir to something far bigger than she ever could have imagined. For a demigod she shows incredible strength and resilience, things that have killed others like her almost slide off her back. Whatever she is, wherever she came from, shes less human than others would like to say, and her lowley status despite this means theres certainly a secret to be found there, someones not telling the truth here. Plum would 100% dig for more on this strange little demigod, and start asking questions about her that get her called up by far more important gods who tell her to stop sniffing around, that Peach is a child of a disgraced match, nothing more, they do not speak of her. Plum doesnt believe it, shes too strong, holds no power amongst her own despite that, she should be high ranking, well renown, in a better position, and yet. Bottom of the pile, essentially thrown away. Plums got to know the truth.

Perhaps its a child of prophecy situation, but Peach is clueless, she just gets orders, and her and Grey go off to do the jobs. Plum gives them as much protection as she can, and at every point possible, spends time with them, theyre sweet and compelling, and she can sense Peach is totally nervous around her, its very sweet for someone so big and tough. Grey loves this god, he finds out she was the one that got him out, and becomes a big soft puppy of a monster with her, brings her little trinkets, makes her stuff, shares his stories which plum loves, all the while peach is quiet, more so than normal, polite and kind but very stoic, her personlaity reverts to how she behaves with all the other gods, theyre above her, she retreats in on herself, doesnt make eye contact, doesnt argue, doesnt express opinions, just shuts up and behaves. Plums nice but shes still a god, and peach has been subject to their wrath a few times too many to push her luck here. Shes simply happy that nothings gone wrong, and that Plums not quick to anger, her old crush on this woman gets shoved down and she just plays the part handed to her. Just some lowley half human who has no place to even look her way, that she gets to sit with someone so special is in itself a gift.

Grey doesnt seem to have the same fear peach does, nor the reserved behaviour, in fact he picks up when plum is around, gets excited and jolly, this is a kind lady and he likes her attention, wishes his dear friend would feel the same. Notices Peach just shuts down a lot, never brings it up, just tries to include her when this happens, not that it usually works.

Plum would get frustrtaed at her champions quiet behaviour, she's seen her without that mask on, when shes less tightly wound, and its so much nicer. she'd out right ask why she does that, peach dancing around the truth that she gets nervious around someone so pretty. Greys defo worked it out, hes not the best at social, but hes got a good eye for Peach now, teases her for it a lot.

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this setup defo feels like it can retain that tired sad beaten down peach energy original Rome AU had, which i LOVED, shes always so emotionally durable, so like, i like to make her weaker, and more unnrved and unsettled, she'd not understand recieving affections, or kind gestures, or anythign other than orders.

i may toy with this a bit more if i get five!

Thank you everyone for the great ideas and notes and messages, its helped me feel like i can dip my toe back into this kind of an AU without being pooped on for it.

[trulytiredhermit]

With this yandere harem aka Gannon hylia links zeldas Malone dink we should probably give one or two things for reader to have a idea of a fighting spirit here so what about a reader who is the God of mischief like they cause chaos around them their not actually evil they kinda just bored some times it helps the good guys some times not like Zant I think his name is spelled like that from twilight princess as link stabbed Gannon the final blow to make sure he was dead Zant somehow connected to him moved his neck to break it but in this au maybe reader told Zant to do that . As for a reason for hylia zelda and the other yandere to simp how about reader also has a calm side to them singing a lullaby to wind and tetra at their bad times and maybe reader being the one who made the ocarina that bends time to help a friend aka hylia who I guess gave it to the royal family up to zelda of ocarina of time they are a help to people they just vibe with and more funnier idea how about the headcannon of of the idea of reader being able to change forms cause now we're just making a loki reader at this point

Ooooh. I’m down for Deity of Mischief Reader.

That would definitely help in explaining why Hylia, Ganon, and Fierce Deity have gone yandere for them. It’s because they’ve known them for as long as they’ve been around.

And yes, Reader wouldn’t be evil, or at least they don’t try to be. But they’re a god of Mischief, they’ve gotta do some pranks and whatnot around the world.

They are the ones who help/give the idea to the koroks about making puzzles for Link to solve.

They’re the ones who create riddles and whatnot in temples.

Hell they created the rupoor as a goof. I mean you can’t blame them! Links gave just looks so funny whenever he picked one up and lost money.

They also are the ones to give the skull kids their childlike mischievous personalities. Reader visits them monthly, always agreeing to play their games and helping them with coming up with newer ones.

And I picture that unlike Hylia and the Three, Reader actually travels the land. They integrate with the people, shifting into a form of a mischievous child to start a snowball fight with the others. They shift into an elegant deer, the most beautiful that anyone has seen, and they taunt the many hunters of the forest. Appearing to them from a distance and then jumping behind a tree and transforming once again into something smaller.

As you stated, Reader helped each of the Links out on their journey and perhaps they even helped each of the Zelda’s out too.

I’d like to imagine that while Reader may have helped the Links/Zeldas out practically they also gave them moments where they could just be themselves.

Helped to remind them that they were children at one point, that there was still good within the world, and that they did not need to always be hardened warriors helping everyone else but not themselves.

Of course the Links/Zeldas would wise up to who was doing such kind deeds for them. After all of the world knows the tales of Hylia, then they should certainly know the mischievous tales of Reader.

Reader is also like the polar opposite of Fierce Deity and was known to bother him constantly with their pranks. Of course he was annoyed with them at first but over the years he grew to love it.

And he especially missed them when he was trapped within the mask, perhaps by a jealous Hylia?

And as you stated with Deity Reader comforting the Chain during their bad times, I definitely agree. In fact, I believe that Reader has an especially soft side for children (after all who is more mischievous than the spirits of children?).

I also head cannon that they’re the ones who got the Yiga Clan to be so obsessive with bananas. Most likely from a prank they pulled on them where Reader told them the bananas would give them strength beyond their years or something and then just left them. Never pulled the wool off their eyes.

Also like the fact that Loki’s colors are literally green and gold? Beautiful, Reader will match up with the Chain so well.

And you’d think Reader would have a fighting chance given that they’re a literal deity. But you have to remember FD is a god too, and he got trapped within the mask.

So, it is possible for Reader’s yanderes to steal them away.

And don’t doubt that they won’t.

[merryfortune]

Love Takes Effect

Written for AiYusa Month

Week 1. May 14th - May 20th

Prompts: Protective, Regret, Despair

“I’ll keep you safe.” Or “I’m just so tired of pretending everything is fine.”

Superhero AU

Title: Love Takes Effect 

Ship: Aiballshipping | Ai/Yusaku

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Vrains

Rating: M

Word Count: 1,718

Tags: Alternate Universe - It Gets Worse, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Transformation Fetish, Angst, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Sexual References, Consent Issues

Divider Credit

   Playmaker lost.

   And when Playmaker lost, he reverted back to being that six year old child who barely knew the difference between a special summon, a fusion summon, a synchro summon, or an XYZ summon. He became small. And he became vulnerable. And he became Yusaku again.

   No facade of a digital avatar could change that. His hair was red but his heart was tiny and blue.

   Playmaker lost to Ai and though consequences, Yusaku’s body knew them well. The way it instinctively braced for the recoil of thunder and lightning, yearned for a meal whilst his brain was split open with fear and terror but this time.

   He wasn’t all alone. He wasn’t trapped in that tiny, white box but by whatever deity there was out there, Yusaku wished he was.

   Instead, he was with Ai. Instead, he was on the plateau of their final duel. His final duel. Where lilac and dark purple Datastorms blew and brewed, in the rocky, maroon hinterlands of where no one would ever find them on purpose. (Not anyone not employed by SOL Tech, in one capacity or another, maybe.)

   “It's fine, you're good, I’m here.” Ai crooned at him as he held Yusaku so tight.

   He held Playmaker’s body so tight. Or, well, what was Playmaker’s body. It didn’t - it wasn’t going to - stay that way for long. Nor would it be Yusaku’s body. The power that Ai had, it was all consuming and ever changing.

   As he nuzzled into the side of Playmaker’s face, dirty and dusty, mucky with the tears that he was crying, for a brief moment, Yusaku wondered. Did Ai ever… want to console him like this when he was a child? They were connected, after all. Body and soul, spirit and mind, on a psychic level. Yusaku’s suffering, his hopes and his dreams, the memories that were crushed and grinded… They were all to create Ai and as Ai destroyed him, Yusaku wondered if this was what they meant by sweet oblivion.

   He was loved. Ai meant to love people. To love him. 

   “I’m sorry but it has to be this way. I need you - I want you - forever, Yu-Yu-Saku…” Ai’s sing-song voice was so close to the side of Yusaku’s face and yet.

   A million miles away.

   Yusaku struggled. He wanted to so badly get away and escape Ai. He didn’t… He didn’t want to die. He didn’t want for it to end like this but just what exactly was it?

   His bond to Ai? Or his own death?

   He wasn’t sure but he was scared either way as Ai continued his sick and twisted lullaby comfort of Yusaku. Cradling him, embracing him, rocking him, and finally: changing him into something that wasn’t human. Nor Ignis. A completely different and distinct category. Just purely Monster.

   @Ignister monster, specifically. Cyberse type. Level Three. Not an effect monster, however. 

   Or at least not yet, Ai hadn’t programmed that into his card yet but he had ideas. Perhaps too many. After all, he wanted Yusaku to be nothing but the best and greatest, an instant win condition. Who knows, he just end up a Link Monster with a Link Rating of three once some upgrades and tinkering were done.

   “This is for your own good, you understand, right?” Ai pleaded with him but maybe it was more to assuage his own ego.

   Because how dare he?

   He was just as bad as Windy, he was just as bad as Lightning, what he was doing to his Origin… It was unthinkable.

   “This way,” Ai drawled, desperate and oh so loving, way too loving, overcompensating, “we’ll never be separated. You’ll always be a part of me, your joining me, as part of my deck.”

   His hand snaked down Yusaku’s body as this virus ravaged him. Digitally and physically. It parted what was real and unreal, what was coming undone and being replaced in its wake. Ai groped the lower part of Yusaku’s body, where the catsuit of Playmaker’s avatar was getting eaten away by a cavalcade of yellow and purple data. 

   Yusaku strained. There was a jolt of… something. Arousal. His body just running on pure instinct and involuntary reactions as it didn’t know what to do with these sensations and these changes. Ai fingered him, groped him, enjoyed the last carnality there was left of Yusaku in some vain hope that it felt good for him. That it felt good for them both.

   Yusaku tried to turn his head but when he did, his body was stiff. Heavy. Turning to something other than flesh or data. When he finally faced Ai,    Yusaku screamed. He screamed as loud as he could, he yelled and he begged and Ai winced but he pretended that he hadn’t flinched. 

   That he was all accepting as he continued to smother the noise of Yusaku’s protest and the movements of them. That everything was going as smoothly as he could have wished. That this was truly from the bottom of his heart, meant in all sincerity and earnestness. He tightened his grip on Yusaku, allowing his wrists to fall limp to ropes so they could truly bind themselves to one another.

   Ai forced a kiss onto his face so as to silence Yusaku.

   Ai kissed him so sweetly, so gently. This was going to be their last kiss. Or maybe the first of many given Ai’s proclivities. It was going to be their last kiss lip-to-lip, at the very least. Yusaku’s skin crawled as it turned to… rubber? Silicon? He really wasn’t sure and his stomach - or what was left of it - churned when he thought about it too hard.

   “This will protect me. And isn’t that what you always wanted?” Ai said. “You will become integral to my deck, I promise.”

   That’s… That’s not what he wanted. That was a perversion on what he wanted and Yusaku gasped. Ai’s hand had found something. Not his genitals, that was for sure. They were being erased as his body was turned to rubber, to limbs like the abomination form of an Ignis - or like Danmari, more accurately but different again because he was human. Had been human.

   He still wanted to be human. He still wanted to be Ai’s partner. He just didn’t want it to end in doom and gloom, in murder and suicide. 

   “Sorry, I just couldn’t help myself.” Ai giggled. “You're just so cute. Everyone has to know your mine.”

   Yusaku turned his head and he was revolted by what had become of him. Killed slowly in a cruel and unusual way as his avatar - his declaration against the trauma of the Incident - was turned into a brand new @Ignister monster. Yu-Yu-Saku, he had been crowned by Ai.

   Ai kept kissing him, kept groping him. His fingers splayed over the mark that all Ai’s monsters bore. This one was a lilac that sprawled over Yusaku’s crotch, more like a womb tattoo than a corporate brand straight off the assembly line as Yusaku was transformed into something round and sexless, made base, from the no longer existent legs up as his arms suffered the same fate, curling in on themselves, somewhere between tails and tentacles.

   “Your motif will of course be… I don’t even know why I’m thinking about it, it's obvious, isn’t it?” Ai toyed with Yusaku. “It shall be love. You shall be my love. Isn’t that nice? Happy?”

   Yusaku’s heart began to race and race and race until it really did burst. Until it just stopped and he was frozen into place in panic and despair. The tattoo at the base of his unnatural and monstrous body began to flicker and glow. That pleased Ai immensely. If he could have slobbered, he would have. The motors in his electronic body began to whirr as the last vestiges of between what Yusaku was now and would now be in the future, it maddened him.

   “Ai… This isn’t…” Yusaku protested but Ai wouldn’t hear it. But he couldn’t really speak it either as his vocal chords were robbed of him, same with his mouth, really. It, too, had finally been claimed by the curse of the virus over him.

   Even so, Ai kept kissing Yusaku but Ai didn’t want to see it, either. He didn’t want to see himself kill Yusaku in the name of having him forever, close by and so utterly dear to him. Rendered him to a state where he couldn’t protest the protection that Ai wanted to offer him from the rest of humanity. The real monsters, he wanted to convince himself.

   This was for Yusaku’s own good. That is also what Ai wanted to convince himself of because if Yusaku wasn’t neutralised, then he would fight and he would be rattled full of bullets and starvation and electrocution but this way, he could still fight! That was important, that was what made this such a good and ideal outcome. It was just that this way Ai could just be in more control of things, so Yusaku couldn’t get himself killed doing something stupid like by being a hero. 

   And so, he closed his eyes, his lashes fluttering as he sighed oh so romantically, even though Yusaku’s were wide open. Strained. Tearing up. The despair as the green of his eyes glazed over as he was turned into something akin to a rubber mould toy. He wanted to scream but Ai shoved the rubber, CPR dummy-like tongue of his SOLtiS body into his mouth. He held onto Yusaku, caressed him up and down. His hand roamed the brand newness of the shiny @Ignister and transformed him into a brand new Duel Monster card. 

   Just like a good little Ignis would make in more peaceful times in the Cyberse World and Ai could only hope that in the end of it all, that was where he would be again. This time, with his most favourite and beloved partner. That would make it worth it in the end, there would be no regrets, just dreams and Ai held onto that hope of being with his dearest darling amid rolling green hills and blue skies and white clouds and it would just be them. No war, no fighting, it would just be them and their happy ending.

    Wouldn’t that be nice?

[findroleplay]

Hey all, and welcome to my bestie bonanza(Young Justice, DC Comics, Dragon Ball Z, Hunter x Hunter, and Detective Conan)! I have a serious hankering for some best friend ships and I'd love to find a partner that loves dynamic duos just as much as I do! It'd be super appreciated if you were 21+, patient with reply times, and had an inclination towards being a more descriptive writer! 🍪Doesn't have to be included, however, it is heavily implied for quite a few of these! And before it comes up, please no bottom or sub only roleplayers! My top fatigue is unreal right now, and I'm tired of always having to carry stories despite promises of equal effort. I'll gladly write with switches and tops, just be aware that most of my muses tend to be assertive and enjoy a challenge. On to the bestie duos...

Wally West x Dick Grayson - I'm primarily looking for Young Justice verse, and I'd absolutely kill for an opportunity to write a crossdressing for justice plot wherein Wally unknowingly stumbles upon Dick in the midst of an undercover mission. Whether he realizes this is Dick or not is entirely up to you, and to be clear, I'm interested in writing as Dick.

Jonathan Kent x Damian Wayne - Anything with omegaverse is a yes, but please note I'm looking to write Damian as an omega or a broken alpha(I'll be glad to elaborate in DMs) with a very slight preference for writing him as a broken alpha. I don't care what Jon's caste is. I'm also interested in mythological AUs(ex. Damian is intended to be a human sacrifice for Jon who is a local deity). Another note, but Damian is likely to be the most aggressive, assertive, dominant, or whatever you want to call it, muse on this list. He's more than happy to take advantage of what he presumes to be a naive Jon for his personal benefit.

Trunks Briefs x Goten Son - Anything with omegaverse is a yes, but please note I'm exclusively looking to write Goten as an omega. I'd also love to write them stuck together on a space expedition. Maybe in a smaller, one bedroom model ship with limited resources and understanding on how to navigate despite Trunks' initial confidence.

Gon Freecs x Killua Zoldyck - I'd love to write Killua opposite of a feral boy Gon, perhaps even nonverbal if you believe you can pull it off. I'm honestly open to any kind of AU with these two. Wolfboy!Gon x Hunter!Killua. A roommates AU where Killua naively believes that Gon is far too stupid or innocent to realize that he cams for his half of the rent, only to realize he's been a viewer this entire time. Rich boy and country bumpkin dynamics!

Heiji Hattori x Shinichi Kudo - So, because this is such a rare ship, I'm open to playing either character. I'm not looking to write against Conan, so ideally, he'll have either regained access to his real body or never lost it in the first place. I'm thinking something geared towards a complex mystery that results in them either having to share close quarters over an extended period of time, or them being trapped together for an extended period of time. Fuck or Die situations are strongly encouraged.

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[monsterritory]

I just found the AU with the Elderich horror. Yes, I am *very inspired.* And I am a dedicated fan. In fact, I loved your work even in Hades is a Place and a Person. I felt ashamed of myself for actively looking for content like that but I wanted to find more of DiscDuo, no matter what.

As for the AU…….;3.

I am thinking that Dream was a god of survival and nature (hence his deer form) that was banished and trapped for his……unspeakable deeds. I am also thinking that Tommy went alone to explore the cave. Cause he wanted to prove he was brave. Bad idea…..

Anyways, the ex-deity latched onto the human that freed him, and will stay with him until he finds a suitable body to possess and use to complete his own plans.

But don’t worry, he’s not wholly evil. He’s rather anger at being imprisoned and will get revenge for that first.

But for now, he will have fun tormenting this sweet human who set him free. Perhaps…..he could be a good little pet….or a partner in crime.

"I loved your work even in Hades is a Place and a Person."

Ah. I see. I see. Good to know.

"I felt ashamed of myself for actively looking for content like that but I wanted to find more of DiscDuo, no matter what."

[see previous post]

The AU segment

Ah yes, the unspeakable deer deeds, hehe. I love that explanation for Dream being a deer here. He may be a protector of the forest, but when it comes to humans, it can take... certain actions to get across that they shouldn't mess with the forest life.

I think demonic possession is a great take on it. Maybe Tommy doesn't even know it yet. He managed to escape the cave only after coming in contact with the black goo once, surely it wasn't enough to get possessed? (it was)

But all of a sudden he feels unreasonably angry (even for him) when Tubbo throws a piece of paper into the grass.

He finds himself being followed by every stray cat and bird on his way to school.

He starts to hear a voice that beckons him to go back to the forest and seal the deal on his soul. That's when he knows something is wrong.

Running away from that voice leads him to a bright flash of light. He doesn't remember the last 5 minutes of his life. But there's a claw shaped dent in the car that stopped inches away from him, and his little human hand is sprawled over it.

People are staring at him. Whispering something about being terrified.

This was a mistake. He may hate that damn deer, but the idea of being taken by some "supernatural investigation" people is worse.

Back to the forest he goes...

He thinks he's there to give up his soul and body and get fully possessed by that Dream demon.

And just when he's ready to give it all up... he finds that the him and the demon are not so different after all. All they both want is peace and safety.

(Insert a subplot about stopping some ongoing "cut the trees down" operation)

Maybe something can be done to meet their goals... together.

[jinbugs]

Hey, person unfamiliar with TMA but horrifically intrigued by the submas au you've made for it. And I'm not sure how to phrase this question, but like.. help?

I do NOT know what is happening, but you've got me hook line and sinker, scrounging for what little understanding I can get from the comics. So, if you're comfortable with just rambling or smth, please go off

i've been waiting for an ask like this. bro you're gonna regret those words- i LOVE forcing people to listen to my barely coherent ramblings

// the magnus archives spoilers (all 5 seasons to be safe) ahead, as well as like. whatever i decide to indulge you all with for this au, i'm typing before thinking. this is going to be very long:

Context: In The Magnus Archives universe, there exists, perhaps at the dawn of humanity, perhaps before, Fear. And at first it might have been that, a primal emotion, but when humanity evolved, it Became. And aspects of Its splintered being torments the living beings that tread upon the Earth.

This is what we like to call "The Entities"! People categorize them to make it easier, and it was believed there was 14 facets of them in modern society. They manifest as monsters and things and places that trap and kill any living thing. People can be victims of the Fears, or they can feed it themselves. These people are avatars, and they tend to fall into it unknowingly. Some sorta tilt on the grey scale, others toss themselves into that evil shit. If you're either too obsessive or too fearful of something, you're toast.

The main facet that takes place so far is The Stranger, the fear of the almost human, the uncanny, the "I Do Not Know You." The NotThem is a part of that. They lure their victims in by replacing their loved ones, erasing all mental and recorded memory of the original (excluding analog evidence like tape recorders/vintage photos). Then they murder them, taking their skin and flesh to reuse for their next victims. They do this to feed themselves and their "god".

Actual AU Stuff: So you're like wuhoh, does that mean Ingo's dead? Ingo isn't (because I don't want him to)!!! Ironically Volo's clown time-space tearing shenanigans saved Ingo's ass from being skinned alive so like. Yippee!! NotIngo is the reason why all of Ingo's memories are gone, though. He'll be fine. The NotThem dropped Ingo like pizza, cheese face down on the filthy carpet floor. No one's gonna eat him after that.

Skyla remembers him, because the NotThem always has a few choice people (or one person) that don't have their memories replaced. This is another way to feed off of a bystander's fear. NotIngo enjoys fanning the flames of her paranoia. It's delicious.

There are a few ways, canonically to the TMA universe, you could stop or kill the NotThem. You could bury them under rubble or wet concrete. You could explode them. You could dissolve them into nothing by using relentless gaze of the Beholding, the antithesis of its core existence.

Or like, y'know. Sic a couple powerful pokemon at it.

I genuinely don't think the Entities would do too well in the pokemon universe, since there are actually deities of good (or relatively neutral). A pig can be on fire and like, live with it? The Fears have nothing on general pokemon lore, honestly. Doubt many people would bat an eye.

The Entities hasn't sunken its roots in yet, it's a relatively new force in this universe. Give or take a couple centuries and things could change. This NotThem was bold choosing its particular high-profile target. Ingo and Emmet are verrrry unlucky. (I just really like drama. I live for it. I love doppelgangers too, so this is a two-for-one bonus.)

It's not gonna be too bleak though. They'll all be okay. But like. Losing a bit of humanity never hurt anybody. Just a smidge. Pinky promise.

[alluringjae]

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for the first time, one of your star students hasn’t been fetched right after class. but when she finally does, you weren’t expecting such a fine man to be her father.

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after a fun-filled day with your kids, alone time with your husband yuta has been bestowed upon you. whether it be wrapping more gifts as “santa”, recapping days of your lives or exchanging couple gifts, it can also get a little… frisky. but hush, the kids are sleeping upstairs.

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one day, kim doyoung was alive. the next, he wasn’t. he left you and the world too soon, but he made a promise: to look out and wait for you until the very end.

SO CLOSE  ∅ ❀

sequel to all i do is wait

those who were unlucky to live fully in their previous lives are given another chance in the next if the deities believe that they are deserving. unbeknownst to them before fully crossing the bridge, they get to live under the same names with similar interests.

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just how long will you remain stubborn to your feelings over your bodyguard?

IT’S A ROYAL ORDER ♱

one of your royal campaigns became a success, and your bodyguard jaehyun was there to see it all happen. it’s only fair to celebrate, right?

AU COURS DE L’ÉTÉ  ❀ ♱

this is a story of an exhausted painter who needed a breather from the hectic city life. so aside from moving to the countryside, the needed air in your lungs also came in the form of a person. this summer meant for pure relaxation, perhaps your heart may dive into him too.

UNFASHIONABLY LATE ♱

when sexy time calls, you gotta answer it. no matter where you are and what you’re doing.

WHERE DOES YOUR LOYALTY LIE? ♱

you can’t have both sides of the coin, yet a cunning gryffindor has his ways to get under your skin. may it be on campus or in the bedroom.

SAVE YOUR TEARS  ∅ ♱

from going together against the world in your rebellious teenage years, it was you and your best friend against each other as adults. but nostalgia makes a detour before you go head-to-head. and perhaps, it get you to confess your deepest affections for each other before it’s too late.

HELLO AGAIN, MY SUNSHINE ❀ ∅

there’s no more running away when you’re thriving in the fashion industry, yet it’s exactly what you want to do when you encounter your first love after a decade in your high school reunion.

(IM)PATIENCE IS A VIRTUE ❀ ♱

a shift in your new normal occurs when you reported to your work office after 2 years, and your boyfriend fails to hide his impatience the second you arrive home.

OPEN YOUR LEGS, NOT YOUR BIBLE  ∅ ♱

what happens when the demon’s favorite son is also an angelic piece of heaven the Lord speaks of? he’s so good no wonder your innocent bible is discarded, like your drenched panties.

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how far will you go for love? perhaps to the point you’re bound for marriage, but the groom you seek isn’t the one your heart beats for. and desperately, you must gamble everything without regrets.

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[jadienjaystoriesandart]

Green As The Leaves

Warning: Nothing, this is purely fluff.

POV: Second (You/Your)

Notes: This story will have a second part with Ingo, but this one is Emmet. Takes place in Pokemon Hybrid AU. - Back then, hybrids were seen as ‘gods’ to people. So Ingo being the Noble of Sneasler has the Pearl Clan feeling mighty smug about being ‘blessed’ just as the Diamond Clan was with one of theirs being a hybrid. - This is a short oneshot.

Summary: You always noticed Emmet pushed himself alot, keeping a smile on for the sake of a smile. It’s been 3 years since his brothers vanished. And though he’s given up looking, you know his wish is to find his brother. 

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You’ve been friends with the hybrid for a while. And though he continues the subway battles, the sadness in his eyes never left. Most now assumed Ingo was dead, it’s been 3 years after all. But when you met Emmet a few months, almost a year now, back, he never seemed to believe that. Stating twins always knew, even if it was through a weak laugh and weaker smile. You held him on the days he did finally let himself cry, letting him just beg for his brother back to whatever deity would listen. Your heart aches for him, trapped in all four arms as he sobs. He would apologize for shocking you during this times, you were human after all, no resistance.

But a soft shush from you and a firm hug would make them stop. “I’m not as fragile as you think Em.” you’d promise him, petting the Galvantula hybrid’s hair to sooth him. He just sniffled at that pressing closer to you. Slowly falling asleep as he ran out of energy. You hated this feeling... helpless, you wanted to help, but... that was easier said than done. You gazed up at the ceiling and scowl a bit. When?

You did find small ways to help out, you agreed to be Emmet’s partner in things. Given you were a former champion, you were a strong trainer and could keep up with the Multi Train. The Agents shockingly took a instant liking to you, but you figured they were just happy their boss was finally moving on, and things could open up again.  Also you forced Emmet to take breaks and vacation time so he didn’t over extend himself. Much to his protests or annoyance, but you weren’t as easily scared of his ‘threats’ to you. Pushing him to bed on nights he needed to rest more than anything.

Suppose that’s how you two fell in love, him showing you the underground system, and you noticing how cute he was when he got talkative and excited with his movements. Maybe it was in the way he insisted in holding you with all four of his arms some nights. Or perhaps it’s because you pretty much moved in with him and fell asleep holding him too.   A first date through an abandoned station, urban exploration as Emmet would chat away about the history of the place. Pulling him to dance in the lights of the stained glass, he was uncoordinated, but you worked with it. 

The way the flowers upturned when you both passed by them, blooming happily as you’d laugh at his antics. Enjoying the turn of the colder months as he made you a scarf from his own silk, purring when you wore it almost everyday.  Watching the leaves turn brown as you hummed happily to yourself. Emmet would walk beside you through the seasons coming and going. And slowly, things got better between you both. He started to smile for real more, and opened up more about things.

And you would open your heart more to him each day that passed. As the snow began to cover the ground, and things went dormant for a time. In a house that was always warm, with you both watching movies with the snows steady fall outside. 

 In that time, you came to know his desires as true as they were, his want for winning, his love for his pokemon, and still the hope his brother would return. “You really want him home, don’t you?” you one day asked as the snow was thawing outside, and the new flowers were springing up. 

“More than anything.” Emmet told you softly back, holding your hand as both of you sat outside on this fine spring day. Where the last of the thaw was coming, and the green would return in a few months time. A year had passed between you both, and in that time feelings only grew... and you were tired of lying to him. Tired of waiting for the right moment to give him the gift he so craved.

You tightened your fingers around his, “I want to give you a gift, my spider.” You tell him, your other hand detangling from his. Watching as the sun warmed the earth to bring in new life. Turning to him slowly, you gave a small smile, “But you must not tell anyone of how you got it.” you whispered to him.

Several eyes met yours, as he still held your hand, letting you lead him down the forest path and out of the town you two were visiting. Soon though, you lead him off the path, through some brush that had begun to turn green. “Come on.” You tell him with a giggle as he gave you a soft, and genuine smile following you with trust and love. The brush broke away soon, as Emmet could only gasp in awe at the sight of a clearing. The sun hit the area just right, it looked like spring had come early to here. “Woah...” Emmet breathed out softly, looking up at the tree that near shaded the area, allowing dappled rays of light to filter through. And down their trunks to a circle like area.

“This is... beautiful.” Emmet said as he watched some pokemon scurried around the area, and watching them. You sighed through your nose and nodded, “Very... this is a spot I found a year ago today.” you told him as he looked at you. “Then a few days after, I was lead to you.” 

Turning back to him, you lifted your hand to meet his, lacing your fingers with his. “Do you really want him home?” you asked him softly, “Is that your wish? For your brother to be returned?” you looked up at Emmet, soft, gentle, and longing.

Emmet stared at you, confusion in his eyes but he nodded all the same. “Yes... more than anything.” he told you back, his other hand holding your left one, and two arms around your waist. “Why do you ask?”

You gazed at him, his eyes searching yours, you look guilty for a moment, before speaking up. “Before today, I could not grant you your wish... it takes alot of power to do this... but today is peaceful, today is a good day...” you promise him as your eyes glow a soft blue, “Today, your brother will come home.” you near whispered to him.

The shock was there, and the small threads of hope he still held to. Your skin was different, everything was... you weren’t human. As you had curled antenna like grass, soft fairy like wings, and green grass for hair. Emmet could only gap as you were glowing were so softly.

And as the light faded, you turned behind you... there, between the trees that formed a opening stood someone Emmet never thought he’d see again. The tears started to fill his eyes, as you smiled softly to Ingo.

“See... just as I promised, a year to the day.” You told the ragged man with a guy who traveled with him. And you stood aside to let Emmet near tackle Ingo to the ground, loud cries shattering the silence of the forest. Both from anguish and happiness. 

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Basically you are a Celebi Hybrid if you didn’t know. Which your kind, mythical and legendary hybrids, are super rare. You had to wait for your power to grow before you could help the brothers, but you were drawn to Emmet for his desire and wish to see Ingo again.