#so the vessel might technically be from an au

[maydays-medbay]

My sketches from the magma @dimorphodon-x hosted! I had so much fun watching everyone make their art! I'd definitely be down to do something like this again, a thousand times over! (Also, Pike is the hollow knight vessel character! I made him recently, and I might talk about him when I get more info about him fleshed out :>)

[lonelylesbian2]

God Atsushi rant.

I'm in my god Atsushi era and have a lot to say abt it.

Ok so duh we all know Arahabaki (Chuuya) is a god. So we know that 'gods' exist in the bsd world. But like Byakko IS a god, right? Right?? SO SO TECHNICALLY Atsushi could also have a god for an 'ability'. And we know nothing of Atsushi's life before the orphanage or his parents. Sooooo I kind of have free reign with this theory. And maybe (like other AU's which I may or may not have stolen this base idea from) god's pick their 'vessel' or their human body and tend to co-exist in it once they find the one they want. Atsushi could have been picked by Byakko but with Chuuya, Arahabaki was more forced into his body with the experiment (if that makes sense) instead.

And I love the theories that Ara (Im putting this instead of Arahabaki now bcz its so bloody long) talks to Chuuya in his mind and is sentient as he is a whole 'other being'. So Byakko could also talk to Atsushi as an 'other being' but bcz of Atsushi's hatred towards both himself and his 'ability', she never did. But when Atsushi accepts his ability in DA Byakko is able to talk to Atsushi and explains all this to him (and more yada yada) but bcz Ara was FORCED into Chuuya's body, he just doesn't want to explain or talk to Chuuya out of hatred for the humans (N) who trapped him in Chuuya.

And I have so much more to say abt this HOWEVER I am making it into a fanfiction and would hate to spoil the plot (this isnt a spoiler bcz it's literally the BASE of the whole story). Also this is a Atsushi get's chosen for the ADA member who goes to the PM au!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have no idea if I want to make the ship chuuatsu bcz I am a sucker for rarepairs and when ur a god time doesnt matter so 4 years isn't shit. But I loveeee sskk and kinda want that ship. But I don't want both bcz I want one of them to be besties, so if I do chuuatsu I want sskk to be besties but if I do sskk I want chuuatsu to be besties. But yeah I might put it in a wheel and decide or just see how the story goes.

Btw if u want to read the story my ao3 is 2waesabii2 (It's not out yet but I'm thinking of calling it something with the word 'god's' in it so we'll see abt the name.)

[wazzappp]

I drew. a lot for this. Also heads up for non RE mutuals this is going to be. confusing for you. I'm going to do my best to annotate and provide context but you are in for a wild ride.

Anyway long ass lore post for how Lisa and Robbie go from fighting to working together in this AU.

In the RE8 cannon all of the Dimitrescu daughters are made at the same time but for the sake of ✨the situations✨ I am going to change that. Lisa lived the longest as a human before being assimilated into the mold with a Cadou (infecting extension of the Megamycite). Technically her 'sisters' are older than her, as they were assimilated a while ago. Lisa has been a member of house Dimitrescu for about 2 years now. This puts her in this. Weird middle child zone. She wants to make her 'family' proud but she's also aware that what makes them proud isn't really the most achievable thing in the world (expecially with Bela to contend with. Older sibling overachiever to the maximum). She's got a certain degree of distance from them and sometimes wonders if she wasn't better off before all of this. Her memories are fuzzy but still there for the most part. She cant remember faces or names but she remembers feelings and situations. She doesen't remember families being like this (she wants OUT).

Chasing prey brought in is fairly standard for her. It's some of the only entertainment she gets. So when she catches Robbie exploring around the castle she has no idea that he's special in any way. He's just some new guy she gets to mess with before eating and DAMN he's FUN. If she didn't know any better she could almost think that he has experience being chased around (he does. he very much so does. all of RE7's worth). What she ALSO doesn't know is that Mother Miranda (big bad. Different from Lady Dimitrescu, who she refers to as 'mother') is planning on using Gabe (who is replacing baby Rose in this) to try and resurrect her dead kid with a 'perfect vessel' and this requires. uh. disassembly (in the base RE8 gameplay the reason Ethan goes to each house is because uhhhhhhhh his infant daughter has been dismembered and stored in jars and he needs to collect them so he can put her back together.... yeah). Robbie intervenes before this can get going and is instead going house to house because if he wants to get out of this stupid fuckass villiage he needs to collect the key components to unlock the gate keeping him in here (i need him to have a reason. to kill everyone. its important to me ok).

When Lisa finds out this random, but fun guy, she's been chasing who she thought was JUST SOME NORMAL GUY killed one of her sisters she mentally goes 'Oh. OH. THERES A CHANCE FOR ME TO GET OUT OF HERE'. That in conjunction with discovering Mother Miranda is planning on FULLY DISMEMBERING A CHILD she uh. Makes some decisions.

What you have to understand about her plans of matricide is that neither Lady Dimitrescu or her sisters can actually really fully die. Sure, their bodies are gone, but their consciousness is stored in the hive mind and they can reform later after gathering their strength. If she has to put her kinda shitty found family in time out for the sake of getting herself out of here + keeping her newly revived conscience clean she's absolutely going to do it.

(fuckin. backgrounds. dialogue. fuck. why can things not just take place inside of the void. DUKE MY BELOVED WE LOVE AND RESPECT DUKE IN THIS HOUSE HES A REAL ONE fuck now I got it in my head that he keeps trying to play matchmaker for them and i need to. go draw that because its too funny not to.)

Lisas plan involves this lab I had her mention in the comic above. It's where Robbie needs to go to synthesize more poison for the dagger of deaths flowers, and SUPPOSEDLY where a medicine that might allow her to go outside again might be (enemies of Lisas type become SIGNIFICANTLY weaker in the cold. She could try to bundle up but its still really not a good idea). She would love to go there herself, but it's in an area of the castle thats exposed to the cold of the outdoors.

The Two of them make a fairly decent team and Lisa finds herself having a LOT more fun hunting with someone else than she does on her own. They balance each other out pretty well; Robbie works primarily with guns so he can watch Lisas back while she's up close wrecking any grunts they run into. It's also pretty helpful having someone who can turn into a swarm of flies for puzzle solving purposes.

After all this Robbies trust for her increases SIGNIFICANTLY. He's still not really sure about her, but she's moved out of the 'active threat' classification into the 'kinda helpful' zone.

Lisa's plan has three ways it could go:

They all fail miserably and get sent to mental and physical time out in the megamycite.

They win and get to go free but either the medicine isn't there or it doesen't work. In which case she's just planning on getting as many coats as possible and Try-or-Die-ing it.

The medicine is there and she actually gets to roam free

Luckily for her, the medicine IS there, it DOES work, and Robbies sense of honor / noticing her usefulness (its hard to wage a one man war on an entire community of mutants ok you cant blame him for appreciating having some ACTUAL HELP for once) all align for the best possible scenario.

The cold does still affect her; her healing isn't as quick as it usually is and her increased strength / speed is a bit reduced, but she can go!! outside!!

She decided to stick with Robbie in getting out of the village as a whole. She doesen't really know what the world outside is like but anything has to be better than here (plus if she stays here she's probably getting shoved into the Megamycite by Mother Miranda PERMENANTLY and that just. wont do).

Also yes Lisa being with Robbie for the rest of his adventures means that she is there for Heisenbergs 'proposal'. She uh. Does not like that much.

this all made. more sense in my head I hope it at least makes a little sense out loud.

[klausinamarink]

Behind The Horizon

rating: T | cw: none | wc: 751 | tags: Annihilation AU, established relationship, vaguely post-canon | prompt: Love is being terrified but not letting that stop you from taking a leap

written for @steddielovemonth, the Annihilation au was inspired by @flowercrowngods's idea

The horizon was on fire.

That was Eddie's first knee-jerk reaction every time he looked outside and his eyes landed on the rippling screen of kaleidoscopic colours. Maybe it was because of the faint wisps curling up and disappearing to the sky like what a smoking fire would do. Maybe it was the way how both ends of the fortification expanded across the landscape with no end on either side.

Fortification. It wasn't technically the right word to call the Shimmer but Eddie kept referring to it as such. It felt more appropriate with how it had appeared out of the blue, completely surrounding the corpse of Hawkins as it had slowly expanded over the years. (Owens said it would be probably two years before the zone reached Indianapolis) Fires that burn and grow infinitely would have to be protecting something on the other side, inside the heart of its newfound castle.

Something that had made Steve into a comatose vessel several floors below Eddie's feet.

"I hope you have made your decision already, Mr. Munson." Owens said, suddenly appearing at his side.

Eddie stared a minute longer at the Shimmer until he could see the multicoloured gleams behind his eyelids. He sucked in a dry breath before he responded, "The deadline's still the same?"

"Fourteen hours from now."

He could still run away. He could still take whatever government-mandated brainwashing machine so he could forget about the new horrors of whatever the Upside Down was brewing next. If it was even the Upside Down. The Shimmer was too beautiful and entrancing to come from a hell dimension of monsters.

But he would end up returning to the same position he was in several days ago, wondering where Steve went and when he would come back home.

Eddie sighed, "Okay."

-

He was allowed to visit Steve one last time, three and half hours before the expedition. Eddie mechanically passed through the hissing plastic doors of the quarantine room, but he was ready to weep by the time he finally reached Steve's side. He wasn't allowed to touch Steve in case his unknown illness was skin-transferred, but Eddie never followed the rules. Besides, he was going to walk into an unknown area with several strangers and old faces that might last months.

Gently, he clasped his hand around Steve's. He almost expected his fiance to tighten the hold but Steve's fingers remained unmoved.

This finally broke Eddie.

He fell to his knees, keeping his hand on Steve as Eddie buried his face into the thin itchy blankets next to Steve's thigh. Quiet sobs racked his body. When a few escaped from his lips, it felt more like he was about to throw up.

"What am I doing?" Eddie pleaded, more to himself than to the silence in the room. He wished Steve could say something. That this would be the moment from the romance dramas where the love interest would open their eyes and whisper something corny like, "How about a kiss to make me feel better?"

Steve's eyes never opened.

But he was still breathing. Eddie watched his chest's rise and fall through teary eyes. He listened carefully to the faint hissing of oxygen and the heart monitor's monotonous beeping as if either machine would reveal their secrets to waking Steve up. His eyes wandered back to the other man's face, which had already paled and sunken more than the last time Eddie had seen him. Awful as he looked, it was better than coughing up bouts of blood after one sip of water.

Eddie doesn't care about his appearance. He always loved Steve, no matter how sick and greasy he looked. He doesn't want to forget his face if he were to face his overdue death on the other side of the fortification.

"When I come back, you better be awake." Eddie whispered as he started to kiss Steve's fingers, lingering on each one of the joints so he could taste and feel the faint pulse under the cold skin.

-

It was early in the morning when the expedition set out.

Eddie was already drenched with sweat before they started trekking to the Shimmer. Now that he was this close than ever, he could hear the growing thrumming of the fortification. Every inch of his body was screaming for him to turn around and run.

But he was too close.

As Eddie stepped through the iridescent barrier, it felt more like he had leapt off the edge into the abyss.

[panopticon-dweller]

𓆩 An Actual Intro Post!! 𓆪

Heyy! So i’m Jude! I’m an artist who sometimes writes but not alot sadly. My biggest aspiration is to have people care about my oc’s! I have NPD and ADHD so i struggle to have a constant art workflow. I post about alot of random stuff but mainly SCP, SCP: Find Us Alive and The Magnus Archives!

I’m a huge Dr Lancaster and Elias Bouchard fan. I used to be a Rusty Lake blog, you might know me from there!!

I work on a Magnus Archives AU project with my friends called ‘Magnus Archives: The Macrocosm’!

I also work on an SCP au that i made myself called ‘The Cadaverse’ a once lolfoundtion now very serious au focusing on my oc’s and a few other members of senior staff that definitely isn’t just a vessel for my oc x canon. I’ve been working on it for almost 3 years! It includes multiple stories!

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When it comes to SCP stuff Jack is my favourite. While i do still refer to him as such i’m okay with my work being reblogged and tagged as Elias Shaw! My Jack is technically a rewrite because i have changed some stuff about him, if you have issues with that then leave! As of more recently I’ve actually just taken to calling him Eli, but know that they’re both the same and will be used interchangeably.

Please don’t bring SCP or Jack Bright discourse onto my page :(. I AM NO LONGER USING JACK BRIGHT ON MY PAGE. Bright in the Cadaverse will be changed to my rewrite character Dr Silas Levvy. Similar concept, different in execution.

I’m a system and also a fiction kin of a couple characters. Most importantly for this blog, I am an Elias Bouchard, Dr Harley and James Talloran fictionkin! Please don’t be rude or fakeclaiming, not just to me but to anyone. This is a safe space.

I use oc x canon as a way to cope. If you have issues with self shipping or oc x canon this is not a good place for you to be.

Just be nice!

[e17omm]

I just realised that if I do a Sirin AU meetup, that I should also include Himeko adopts a stray Herrscher Sirin. Because that is Sirin, in Kiana's body. (I might have honestly forgotten that I included her if Im honest)

So there would just be a bunch of Sirin's and then a Kiana.

So what's the list now?

Canon Sirin.

Magical Girl Sirin.

Snippets Sirin.

HaasH Sirin.

I should probably thrown in canon K-423/Kiana and HoV/Kiana because, I mean, technically speaking? After HoFS Kiana I see her as too different from Sirin - she's grown into her own character at that point. I generally say that K-423 and HoV arent individually Sirin, because you cant split a person in 2 distinct halves and call them the same original person. But I think just for the fun of it. Especially with HaasH Sirin being there.

"Oh hey another Kiana!" "Actually I am not Kiana."

"Oh look, a version of me who takes over her vessel sooner." "Actually I am not you either."

A void in space Sirin/HoV could also probably make the cut as well. Like an adult HoV in this mix of Sirin and Kiana's.

[bratzkoo]

doré | minjoon | part two

Author: bratzkoo  | Credits to: @jintherapper​​ for the banner Pairing: crown prince! namjoon x pirate! jimin Genre: fluff, angst, more angst Rating: 18+ Word count: 2.1k Warnings/note: cursing, mentions of death and killing, revenge, no proper pov TT, homophobic piece of shit king, bisexual jimin x bisexual namjoon... just saying, idiots to lovers?, jin being the best brother out there, jungkook is an impulsive boy and stupidly brilliant, yoongi had enough haha, it’s my first time writing a pirate! au and i do not know what i’m doing. to @written-in-flowers for @thebtswritersclub​ . part one here.

summary: jimin’s quest on clearing his name after he was framed for murder consists of making the crown prince fall in love with him. 

taglist: TT i can’t find my taglist, pls hit me up if you wanna be added.

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The gentle rocking of the ship lulled Namjoon into a false sense of security. He found himself surprisingly at ease, considering his current predicament. The Crown Prince of the Empire, kidnapped by pirates and now willingly agreeing to help clear the name of their leader—it was absurd, really. Yet here he was, sitting across from Park Jimin in the captain's quarters, discussing their plan as if they were old friends conspiring over tea.

"So, let me get this straight," Namjoon said, leaning back in his chair. "You want me to vouch for your innocence when we return to the palace, but you're leaving the details entirely up to me?"

Jimin's lips curved into a mischievous smile. "I have faith in your creativity, Your Highness. Surely the Crown Prince can concoct a believable tale?"

Namjoon couldn't help but chuckle. "You're putting an awful lot of trust in someone you've kidnapped."

"Technically, Jungkook kidnapped you," Jimin corrected, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I'm merely... benefiting from the situation."

"Ah, yes. How could I forget?" Namjoon rolled his eyes, but there was no real annoyance behind the gesture. Despite himself, he was finding Jimin's company oddly enjoyable. "And speaking of Jungkook, where is your impulsive first mate?"

Jimin waved a hand dismissively. "Probably trying to figure out how to sail the ship he stole. Don't worry, I've made it clear that you're not to be harmed."

"How reassuring," Namjoon deadpanned. He stood up, stretching his long limbs. "Well, if I'm to be your guest for the next three days, I might as well get acquainted with my temporary home. Care to give me a tour, Captain?"

Jimin raised an eyebrow. "You're taking this remarkably well, Your Highness. I half expected you to be demanding your immediate return."

Namjoon shrugged. "What would be the point? We're already at sea, and I've given my word to help you. Besides," he added with a wry smile, "this is the most excitement I've had in years. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts."

Jimin laughed, a sound that was surprisingly melodic. "Very well, then. Allow me to show you around our humble vessel."

As they made their way out of the captain's quarters and onto the main deck, Namjoon was struck by the organized chaos of ship life. Crew members scurried about, adjusting sails and checking ropes. The salty sea air whipped around them, carrying with it the cries of seagulls and the distant rumble of waves against the hull.

"It's... not what I expected," Namjoon admitted, taking in the sight.

Jimin glanced at him curiously. "And what did you expect, Your Highness? Bloodthirsty pirates swinging from the rigging with knives between their teeth?"

Namjoon had the grace to look sheepish. "Well, when you put it like that..."

Their tour took them from bow to stern, with Jimin pointing out various parts of the ship and introducing Namjoon to key crew members. The prince was surprised by the camaraderie he witnessed, the easy banter and shared laughter among the pirates. It was a far cry from the stuffy formality of palace life.

As they reached the ship's galley, a boisterous voice called out, "Oi, Cap'n! Who's the fancy gentleman?"

Namjoon turned to see a burly man with a wild beard and an even wilder grin. Jimin chuckled, clapping the man on the shoulder.

"Namjoon, meet our cook, Seokjin. Seokjin, this is... well, I suppose you could call him our guest of honor."

Seokjin's eyes widened comically. "Blimey, it's true then? We've got the Crown Prince aboard?"

Namjoon nodded, offering a polite smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Seokjin."

The cook let out a bark of laughter. "Well, I'll be damned. Never thought I'd be cookin' for royalty. You got any fancy tastes, Your Highness? 'Fraid we're a bit short on caviar and champagne."

"Whatever you normally serve will be fine," Namjoon assured him. "I'm not one for extravagance, despite what you might think."

Seokjin nodded approvingly. "A man after me own heart. Well, don't you worry, Your Highness. I'll whip up a feast fit for a king—or a prince, in this case."

As they continued their tour, Namjoon found himself genuinely enjoying the experience. The crew, while initially wary, seemed to warm up to him quickly. He listened intently as Jimin explained the intricacies of sailing, asked questions about life at sea, and even tried his hand at tying a few knots under the guidance of a patient deckhand.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow across the waves, Jimin led Namjoon to the ship's bow. They stood in comfortable silence for a moment, watching the sky turn from gold to pink to deep purple.

"It's beautiful," Namjoon murmured, almost to himself.

Jimin nodded, his expression softening. "It is. No matter how many times I see it, the sunset at sea never fails to take my breath away."

Namjoon turned to study Jimin's profile, illuminated by the fading light. "How did you end up here, Jimin? Last I heard, you were the Archduke's son, set for a life of luxury and political influence. What happened?"

Jimin's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. "It's... a long story, Your Highness. One I'm not sure you're ready to hear."

"We have three days," Namjoon pointed out gently. "And if I'm to help clear your name, don't you think I should know the truth?"

Jimin sighed, running a hand through his hair. "You're right, of course. But perhaps we should save that conversation for tomorrow. It's not exactly a pleasant bedtime story."

Namjoon nodded, respecting Jimin's reluctance. "Very well. But I hope you'll trust me enough to share it soon."

As if on cue, Seokjin's voice boomed across the deck. "Dinner's ready, you landlubbers! Come and get it while it's hot!"

The galley was a cramped but cozy space, filled with the mouthwatering aroma of Seokjin's cooking. Namjoon found himself seated between Jimin and Jungkook, the latter eyeing him warily.

"So, Your Highness," Jungkook began, his tone cautious. "No hard feelings about the whole kidnapping thing, right?"

Namjoon couldn't help but laugh. "Well, considering I'm enjoying a delicious meal instead of languishing in some dank cell, I suppose I can find it in my heart to forgive you."

Jungkook visibly relaxed, a grin spreading across his face. "See, Cap? I told you he was a good sport."

Dinner was a lively affair, with conversation and laughter flowing as freely as the rum. Namjoon found himself regaling the crew with tales from the palace, carefully omitting any sensitive information. In return, he was treated to outrageous stories of their adventures at sea, each tale more unbelievable than the last.

As the night wore on and the crew began to disperse, Jimin led Namjoon back to the captain's quarters. "You'll be staying here," he explained. "I'll bunk with Jungkook for the duration of your stay."

Namjoon raised an eyebrow. "That's very generous of you, but I don't want to put you out. I'm perfectly capable of sharing a room."

Jimin shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "Nonsense. You're our guest, after all. Besides, I doubt you'd enjoy Jungkook's snoring."

"Fair enough," Namjoon conceded. He hesitated for a moment before adding, "Thank you, Jimin. For everything. This isn't at all how I imagined a kidnapping would go."

Jimin's smile widened. "Well, we aim to exceed expectations, Your Highness. Sleep well. We have a lot to discuss tomorrow."

As Namjoon settled into the surprisingly comfortable bed, his mind raced with the events of the day. He knew he should be more concerned about his situation, about the potential consequences of his absence from the palace. Yet he couldn't shake the feeling that this unexpected adventure might be exactly what he needed.

With the gentle rocking of the ship lulling him to sleep, Namjoon's last thought before drifting off was of Jimin's enigmatic smile and the mysteries that lay behind it.

The next morning dawned bright and clear, the sun's rays filtering through the porthole to rouse Namjoon from his slumber. For a moment, he was disoriented, the unfamiliar surroundings causing a brief panic. Then the events of the previous day came rushing back, and he let out a small chuckle at the absurdity of it all.

A knock at the door interrupted his musings. "Your Highness? Are you awake?" Jimin's voice called from the other side.

"Come in," Namjoon replied, sitting up and running a hand through his disheveled hair.

Jimin entered, carrying a tray laden with what appeared to be breakfast. "I thought you might appreciate a private meal this morning," he explained, setting the tray on the small table by the window. "We have much to discuss."

Namjoon nodded, climbing out of bed and joining Jimin at the table. The spread was simple but appetizing—fresh bread, cheese, some fruit, and a steaming mug of what smelled like coffee. "Thank you," he said sincerely. "I admit, I'm curious to hear your story."

Jimin took a deep breath, his fingers idly tracing patterns on the wooden tabletop. "It's not a tale I enjoy telling, Your Highness. But you're right—if you're to help me, you need to know the truth."

And so, as they shared their breakfast, Jimin began to recount the events that had led him to this life of piracy. He spoke of his father, the Archduke, a man consumed by ambition and greed. Of the pressure to be the perfect heir, to follow in his father's corrupt footsteps. Of the moment he discovered just how deep that corruption ran.

"I found documents," Jimin said, his voice low and intense. "Proof that my father had been embezzling funds meant for the people, collaborating with foreign powers to undermine the Empire's stability. I... I couldn't stand by and let it happen."

Namjoon listened intently, his breakfast forgotten. "What did you do?"

"I tried to expose him," Jimin replied, a bitter smile twisting his lips. "I thought if I brought the evidence to the proper authorities, justice would be served. But I underestimated my father's influence. Somehow, he managed to turn it all around on me. Suddenly, I was the traitor, the corrupt son trying to frame his innocent father."

"That's why you were exiled," Namjoon realized, the pieces falling into place.

Jimin nodded. "Exile was a kindness, really. My father wanted me executed for treason. It was only through the intervention of... a friend at court that I was allowed to leave with my life."

"And you turned to piracy?"

"Not immediately," Jimin admitted. "At first, I just wandered, trying to figure out what to do with my life. But then I met Jungkook, and well... the rest, as they say, is history."

Namjoon sat back, processing everything he'd heard. It was a lot to take in, and it painted a very different picture of the man before him than the one he'd previously held. "Jimin, I... I'm so sorry. What was done to you was unjust."

Jimin shrugged, though Namjoon could see the tension in his shoulders. "It is what it is, Your Highness. I've made peace with my lot in life. But now, with your help, perhaps I can finally clear my name and return home."

"Of course," Namjoon said without hesitation. "I'll do everything in my power to help you. But Jimin... why didn't you come to me before? As Crown Prince, I could have—"

"With all due respect, Your Highness," Jimin interrupted gently, "you were barely more than a boy when this happened. And my father's influence runs deep. I couldn't risk involving you then."

Namjoon nodded, understanding but not liking it. "And now?"

Jimin's lips quirked into a small smile. "Now, you're the Crown Prince in more than just title. You have real power, real influence. And, if I may be so bold, I believe you to be a man of integrity. Someone who will listen to the truth and act on it, regardless of the consequences."

Namjoon felt a warmth spread through his chest at Jimin's words. It was a heavy responsibility, but one he was determined to live up to. "I won't let you down, Jimin. We'll find a way to clear your name and bring your father to justice."

"Thank you, Your Highness," Jimin said softly, his eyes shining with gratitude and something else Namjoon couldn't quite identify.

As they finished their breakfast and began to plan their next steps, Namjoon found himself studying Jimin more closely. The man before him was not the carefree pirate captain he'd first appeared to be, nor was he the traitorous son Namjoon had once believed him to be. He was complex, layered, a man shaped by hardship and injustice but not broken by it.

And as the sun climbed higher in the sky, casting its warm light over the two men deep in conversation, Namjoon realized that his adventure at sea was becoming something far more significant than he could have ever imagined.

[pantherxdrawz]

So I’ve got a Cult of the Lamb x Pokémon au, and it’s not gonna be what you might think (at least I don’t think-) Anyways art I have of it based on the Cult of the Lamb title screen

I call it the “Cult of the Volo au” and more info under the cut cause yeah it’s a lot-

So the Cult of Volo au takes place in the past, on an alternative universe where in Hisui people creating cults in Pokémon’s names instead of catching them and battling with them, and Most of the people in these cults have Pokémon like features, so there’s both normal full humans and these human Pokémon fusions

And you’d think that these “Pokéhumans”/“Humamons” would be outcasts right? Wrong they sacrifice the normal humans to their cults- So if you’re a normal human in one of these cults yeah expect yourself to be one of the first sacrifices

Anyways Volo (who’s a normal human) ends up as a sacrifice to a different cult because he’s in the Arceus cult and how much he worships them, and this other cult is like “yeah he doesn’t deserve them let’s sacrifice this simp for our own Pokémon god”

But haha he ends up meeting Arceus themselves after death/being sacrificed instead and is revived as their special vessel due to his extreme worshipping, with the power of this au’s version of The Red Crown (which, rn isn’t changed but might later down the line)

And this is in exchange for being tasked with making their named cult more powerful and taking over as the leader, to which Volo agrees

(Now in Cult of the Lamb canon The Lamb didn’t have a choice, only having “yes” and “absolutely” as choices, but here Volo would technically get a choice to say no (but would die again) but he just yeets that option out the window)

Now why did I make this au? Idk I just got the game and I named my cult “Volos weed stash” for shits and giggles then I went “wait a minute I could do something with this-“

And the train twins exist here due to being portal-d to the past

This is like an actual au but rn All I’m thinking of is out of context shenanigans from my actual play through-

anyways have this cursed abomination

[sinnabee]

Here's an interesting question for your Magician AU: How do the boys have their magic in the first place? Are some people just born with it, or were they made by a magician, or did they obtain it, or what?

ALRIGHT.

i know its been... ages. sorry about that.

i originally had some steapunk-ish magical worldbuilding ideas, but it also had weird mafia themes because i was in my Sleuth Jesters Era then. so we scrapped that.

HOWEVER. i can still answer this one!!! answer under the readmore :D

basically, everything living has the "potential" to do magic. it's a part of life - to live, you have a magical core. period. however, MOST people can't access this core. sometimes they can, but only subconsciously. this might manifest as someone with a green thumb, who is just weirdly good with plants. or maybe they have an affinity for animals. or perhaps their cooking is spectacular! little things. (this doesn't mean every talent or skill someone has is a latent magical ability, just that it has been known to manifest. you can be a great cook and have a completely dormant magical core.

now, some beings have either a stronger magical core, or maybe just get lucky and have something that kicks it into gear, making it "active" rather than "dormant." these people can perform magic! lots of different types! illusions, scrying, elemental affinities, manipulating the laws of space and time and all that jazz! they can also get really really good at party tricks lmao.

maybe some of them are even craftspeople - those with active cores that can imbue inanimate objects with magic. :)

so, that's how it is with humans. speaking of imbuing inanimate objects with magic - and therefore life - animatronics.

so here's the deal - magic runs through everything. one of the most common natural sources of magic comes from leylines, shifting currents of magic that travel across the planet. (someone feel free to correct me if im doing leylines a disservice by dropping them in here, im just going with a generic "fantasy novel" definition.)

as it turns out, highly advanced animatronics with incredibly powerful learning AI's and personality chips are what one might call "susceptible" to natural magic, and leylines. Fazbear Entertainment flew a little too close to the sun on this one - eventually their creations became so advanced that, to magic, they appeared as a perfect vessel to fill with life.

Magic saw Freddy Fazbear and said "is anybody gonna turn this thing into a fantastic dad and sentient being?" and then didn't wait for an answer.

Once the magical community REALIZED what had happened - that magic had taken the next "evolutionary step," of sorts, the magical community had no choice but to fight for the rights of what they KNEW were living, thinking, feeling beings.

Since I'm no longer taking the "steampunkish" vibes for the magician AU, I'm going this route instead - it's the regular old modern world, BUT. Animatronics have been found sentient and given rights. It just so happens that, in the context of the Magician!au, Sun and Moon (and Eclipse) found magic to be really, REALLY fun. They chose a career that would let them utilize it in plain sight, and still have tons of interaction with people - Magicians!

Important context is that the magical community is very much hidden from the mundane one. Technically, all animatronics are actually witches, just like humans who have active magical cores. Sun, Moon, and Eclipse can get away with using their magic in front of mundanes because of the job they chose! :D

Part of the reason it was so easy to convince the magical community to fight for animatronic rights was because magic doesn't just bring anything vaguely human shaped to life. If it did, there wouldn't be a need for necromancers - the planet's natural magic would be raising the dead left and right. No, it was that animatronics met all the criteria magic needed to consider something "alive," and so it just. Took the final step. :)

AN IMPORTANT SIDE EFFECT OF THIS, HOWEVER - due to the nature of animatronics technically being more akin to "constructs" than a naturally "born" creature, they have inherent access to their magic. ALL animatronics can perform magic. Which was the OTHER reason the council and magical community fought so hard for their rights - they had to get these guys some kind of TRAINING before they exposed the entire magical community to the planet.

I hope that covers everything!!! Thanks for the ask!!!! <3

[alonelystargazer]

hi winnie :3 can you talk a bit abt your fic w yuuji and choso? hope youre well <3

Hi rin! I've been doing pretty well today, and hopefully you are too! Thanks for the ask! :)

So for the Choso and Yuuji fic, that's tentatively titled There's a Place for You, it takes place post-canon. I came up with this idea way before what happened in canon with Choso, so I might have to change some things around. Well, I guess I can just make it canon divergent or an AU where Choso lives. (yap session incoming lol)

Anyway, the general idea for this fic is that some time has passed after the battle against Sukuna, and Tokyo is being repaired, Choso and Yuuji have the opportunity to bond as a family. Every chapter would be a stand-alone scene, but they're all connected in the way of family bonding as the central idea.

I originally had something more lighthearted and silly in mind, like maybe Yuuji would teach Choso about modern-day technology, but I thought, wait, NO, Choso does have some basic knowledge about the modern world because of his vessel (according to the official guide book).

I think that's something that gets overlooked by much of the fandom, that not only does Choso have a vessel of a 20-something year old man because of Mahito and Kenjaku, but he has also retained some of the knowledge from his vessel. So, he probably would know what a cell phone is and how to use it, etc. Personally, I find the characterization of a Choso who has no knowledge of the modern world and acts all dumb to be infantilizing and just plain wrong.

And with that in mind, I shifted the whole premise of the fic to something where Choso would need to contend with the reality of Mahito having taken his soul and putting it inside the body of an innocent man and made him his vessel. So, him and Yuuji would have a conversation about what it's like for one of them to be a vessel and the other to have a vessel, like being on opposite sides of the same coin or something. I also wanted to include a scene where someone refers to Choso as "Kamo" and it's my headcanon that Choso would despise using that name for himself because of the negative association it has with his father and everything he did to his mother and his brothers. Like, he hates that man and wants nothing to do with him. (Yeah I know it was technically Kenjaku in old Kamo's body, but still.)

But, I still wanted to include a few fluff moments, too, like there's a scene where they're watching a Human Earthworm movie, and Choso says that Yuuji acts kinda like the protagonist of the movie because he also has a crush on his friend. (just my way of inserting a little ItaFushi hehe)

There's a Choso Week event on twt next month that I wanted to participate in, so I could write one chapter of this fic as my entry, but I don't know if I'll be able to write it in time for the event, so I'm sharing my idea for the fic here!

Choso is one of my most beloved characters in all of fiction, and I just wanted to maybe have a chance to show my appreciation for him.

[jlhynde-insanitybrilliance]

I have yet another Fic idea that’s been bouncing around in my funny lil noggin for months! Yay! I call it my Stuck in the Middle AU (working title).

 Premise: Master of Death Harry unsatisfied with the role forced on him in the afterlife, endeavors to recruit an disembodied soul from a Universe where the entirety of HARRY POTTER is nothing more than a fictional story for children to help him destroy the 3 Hallows before they could ever come into his hands. He finds such a soul through happenstance & makes a deal, to allow that soul to return to their life they just left if they help him destroy the Hallows to which they agree.

The catch: Because Harry’s only enjoyment in the afterlife is messing with one Tom Marvolo Riddle, the vessel he chooses to house this soul is none other than the recently deceased Myrtle Warren, killed by none other TMR himself.

This entire fic is told from the soul’s pov as they struggle with being stuck in the middle of the most bizarre form of purgatory.

Snippet #1:

Abraxas Malfoy (outta breath & rushing into the Slytherin common room): SHE’S ALIVE!!!

TMR: Who’s alive?

Abraxas: WARREN!

TMR: What?!

Snippet #2:

Albus Dumbledore: Do you remember what happened to you, Myrtle?

Not Myrtle: Who the fuck is Myrtle?

Prof. Dumbledore: You are.

Not Myrtle: No I’m—(pauses suddenly seeing MOD Harry shaking his head)—Where am I?

Prof. Dumbledore: Hogwarts.

Not Myrtle (laughing): Oh sure…What’s next you’re gonna tell me you’re Albus Dumbledore?

Prof. Dumbledore: …I am.

*MOD Harry face palming*

Snippet # 3:

Not Myrtle (to themself): This a post 2020 world, yeah this might as well just happen…

Snippet # 4:

Cygnus Black (talking about Myrtle): Word is she has amnesia. Doesn’t remember who or what attacked her.

Tom: Good. Let’s ensure we keep it that way.

Cygnus: Though I’ve heard she’s been a bit off.

Tom: How so?

Cygnus: She’s been talking to herself incoherently.

Tom: Incoherently?

Cygnus: Just what Hornby tells me. They think she’s made up her own language or something. Sounds like she’s gone mad. Even if she did remember, I doubt anyone would believe her.

Tom: Prof. Dumbledore would.

Snippet #5:

MOD Harry: You do realize, you’re the only one who can see me? Everyone else thinks you’ve gone mad babbling to yourself.

Not Myrtle: What?! And you only tell me this now?! I’ve been here for days!

MOD Harry: I thought it was obvious. Do you see anyone else addressing me? And I’ll also inform you that when you speak to me, you don’t speak in English…

Not Myrtle: Then what the hell am I speaking?!

MOD Harry: The language of the dead.

Not Myrtle: Is that why people keep looking at me like I’m crazy?!

MOD Harry: Oh definitely. Most of them think you’re possessed.

Not Myrtle: …isn’t that technically true?

MOD Harry: Sort of. You’re the possessor, not the possessee.

Snippet #6:

Not Myrtle (to MOD Harry): Look I didn’t ask to be put in the middle of whatever dick measuring contest you have going on with a teenage boy!

And I think that’s all the dialogue snippets I have for now. But if I think of more I’ll post ‘em.

[foxgloveinspace]

Hi, it’s come to my attention I should probably share my Sleep Token Fan Fics on this website, so here is an official post I’ll update and stuff.

I want to say, publicly here, I am Not shipping the band members. I am, shipping their stage personas, and do not want to even think of them off stage in that way (because shipping real people makes me uncomfortable). I have separated the characters and the people who play them so much that I forget I’m even writing about Sleep Token. Ok? Even if they are just playing up their own personalities, they are still putting on a show, and putting on characters.

That being said:

All my Sleep Token fics are in a series (so far). All you need to know is that it’s set in an au where they are not a band, just a cult and a polycule, and Sleep is a loving but mean dom. And it’s all an excuse to write smut about sub!Vessel. Cause I love content where he gets to be a #mess, and I remembered I can make it myself lol.

You need to be logged into your ao3 account to be able to read my fic, I locked them all a few years ago when people where copying fics to other websites with pay walls, and I left them locked. I’m glad I did cause there’s a lot of scams happening right now anyway. Make sure to also read all the tags on the fics! And I usually put trigger warnings in the beginning notes!

Give In Again and Let Me Lay (My Arms Belong Around You)

Tags:

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply, Vessel/Sleep, background I/II/III/IV (polyvessels), Vessel (Sleep Token), Sleep (Sleep Token), IV (Sleep Token), II (Sleep Token), III (Sleep Token), Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, but theres a tiny tiny bit of plot. Dom/sub,Orgasm Delay/Denial, Multiple Orgasms, Mildly Dubious Consent, Mentioned Tentacles (past), Bondage, Cis Vessel (Sleep Token), (sorry about that one), Witch-y Vessel, Non-Human Character, Non-Human Genitalia, (for Sleep), Do NOT copy to another website

Sleep only came to his room for two reasons, the first and most common, was when Sleep wanted Vessel to try some new magic or ritual, ones that would leave him tired enough that he might pass out immediately after. Those were usually his least favorite, the magic and energy draining from him left him feeling empty and hollow for weeks after, and the accomplishment of getting it right eventually was bittersweet, and not fulfilling. He felt useless as Sleep’s weapon in those moments, but he would do what was asked of him.

But the excitement in the way that Sleep had tugged at their link made Vessel shudder, and not in complete apprehension.

-

Vessel shuts himself in his room, working on a project. He doesn't realize how long it's been since he's left his room to do more than eat, and accidentally worries the others to the point that they get their god involved.

~

I am the Shadow, You’re the Passenger

Tags:

No Archive Warnings Apply, Vessel/II/III/IV, Vessel/iii, Vessel (Sleep Token), III (Sleep Token), II (Sleep Token), IV (Sleep Token), Fluff and Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Porn with Feelings, Light BDSM, Light Dom/sub, (but so little it's blink and you'll miss it), Not a Band AU, Technically This Is A, Cult AU, Domestic Fluff, Trans II (Sleep Token), Trans III (Sleep Token), light body horror, Do NOT copy to another website

Vessel had felt III’s eyes on him since the beginning of The Punishment, as he had started referring to it in his mind. He had felt all of his other’s eyes on him since the beginning of the Punishment. It had only been a week or so, but it had been obvious with III, as if he hadn’t even been trying to hide it. And knowing III he wasn’t, Vessel would turn and catch his eye, as if III was waiting to catch him out. Vessel still flinched back every time, tried to stop it from happening and only made it worse.

It wasn’t like he was shy about it, as if he was completely insecure about what he had done for his god, it was just that he was unused to being so open, even to the other vessels. And a week without the mask wasn’t going to change that, he doubted even the month would.

-

Vessel can't sleep, III helps. In the process, III finds out Vessel thinks none of his others like his eyes.

~

Something You Say or Something You Do (A Taste of the Divine)

Tags:

Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Free Use Vessel, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Penis In Vagina Sex, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Foursome - M/M/M/M, Magic, Cult AU, No band AU, Vessel has a magic vagina in this one (just... read it I guess), Trans II, Trans III, Cis IV, Cis Vessel, yes I know., Dom/sub, Dom II, Dom IV, Switch III, Sub Vessel, Dom Sleep, (but Sleep is not here for this one), Cunnilingus, Long Shot, Vibrators, light body horror

He blinked at the ceiling as Sleep chuckled in his mind, and then Sleep spoke,

“Good morning, my vessels.”

Vessel felt the stirrings from the other bonds, the others greeting their god, and he pushed back on Sleep, a good morning of his own, without words.

“I will not be able to be there today for worship as discussed, I will be around within the next 86 hours,” He felt amusement from the others and himself at the use of specific hours from their god, used to it by now but still so endearing, “but because of this I decided that One shall be yours for the day.”

-

Or, Vessel wakes up on a morning of worship, only to find out their god has made some changes to him in the night. Oh, and Sleep cannot come that day, so he's giving the Others a treat. Vessel.

~

Take a Bite (of Me)

Tags:

No Archive Warnings Apply, Sleep/Vessel (Sleep Token), Background Polyvessels, Background II/III/IV/Sleep/Vessel, Sleep (Sleep Token), Vessel (Sleep Token), Biting, Oral, Light Dom/sub, PWP, Blow Jobs, Non-Human Genitalia, so much cum (idk how else to tag this and nothing is coming up oof), Soft Sleep (Sleep Token), Soft Vessel (Sleep Token), Still a little fucky wucky tho? At least to me, Do NOT Copy To Another Webiste

He was home alone, the lights were low, so there was only the lamp behind him where he was sitting on the couch, casting a warm glow over him and his book.

He was home alone, until he felt the crackle in the air, the shift in the pressure, the feeling of his god materializing in the portal that was, for all purposes an empty room they called his, the door of which when opened by Sleep would be the gateway to his world, the world of gods. Vessel only felt the change when he was in the living room or kitchen in a clear open space with the door, but he was glad for it this time, marking his page by dog earring it, and tossing it on the coffee table, as he felt Sleep come up to the back of the couch and loom over him, casting shadow in the golden glow.

-

Or; Sleep is in a softer mood, and decides to indulge in Vessel's love of his mouth, covering him in hickies.

~

All Your Darkest Impulses

Tags:

No Archive Warnings Apply, IV/Sleep (Sleep Token), IV/Sleep/Vessel (Sleep Token), Background Polyvessels, Vessel (Sleep Token), IV (Sleep Token), Sleep (Sleep Token), PWP, Dom/sub, Bottom IV, Sub IV, Top Sleep, Dom Sleep, Mildly Dubious Consent, Voyeurism, Overstimulation, Non-Human Genitalia, (for Sleep), Vessel POV, Coming In Pants, (For Vessel UwU), Punishment, worship kink, (thats not a tag??), Do NOT copy to another website

Sleep sighed, and stretched his arms wide, in his humanoid form again, and Vessel was starting to associate the form with worship with his god. He turned and leaned back on the counter, watching as Sleep walked into the room, and Sleep’s eyes caught his, but they didn’t hold his attention long, his eyes wondering almost lazily to IV, who was still sitting at the table though his back was ramrod straight, and his hands were in his lap. Vessel could see the way they were clenching and unclenching.

Sleep’s eyes didn’t leave IV, and then there was a soft glow that seemed to be coming from behind them, and IV’s head tilted down. Sleep nodded once to himself, and stepped forward to him, holding out his hand to IV, and hesitantly IV placed his hand in Sleeps. He was tugged up to his feet, and then they were starting to walk away.

-

Sleep decides it's time to punish IV for the stunt he pulled when Sleep couldn't be there to watch Vessel between II and III. Vessel gets to watch.

~

Let Me Wrap the Chain

Tags:

No Archive Warnings Apply, Sleep/Vessel (Sleep Token), II/III/IV/Sleep/Vessel (Sleep Token), II/III/IV/Vessel (Sleep Token), Vessel (Sleep Token), Sleep (Sleep Token), II (Sleep Token), III (Sleep Token), IV (Sleep Token), PWP, Tentacles, Tentacle Sex, Mildly Dubious Consent, Non-Human Genitalia, technically, Non-Human Character, Tentacle Monster Sleep, Overstimulation, Do NOT copy to another website

Sleep was floating in the middle of their living room when they walked in the door, his from his second favorite, a mass of wriggling tentacles that had no business being inside such a small apartment, but it was, and it had been before, had been in his room before as impossible as it felt, with his little glances to Sleep now; blocking the lights and casting long shadows over the walls.

-

It's tentacle smut guys, idk what else to say lol.

Important Authors Note in the notes of this fic.

[falleri-salvatore]

RWBY AU Workshop: The One as Three and the Three are One.

Or, alternatively: How Aura Amp, if it turns out to actually be Soul Amp, would potentially be the single most disgustingly broken Semblance to ever be conceived of in RWBY and also the most dangerous. Especially, if it is also an inheritable Semblance. Mind, Body, and Soul. These three are as interconnected as any link in a chain. The Soul projects its properties into the Body, which in turn influences the Mind, which in turn influences the Soul, which in turn projects its properties into the Body and so on so forth. However, it also works in reverse as well in a process that is in tandem with the one above. The Body projects its properties into the Soul, which in turn influences the Mind, which in turn influences the Body, which in turn projects its properties onto the Soul, and so on so forth. ....I bring this into attention, because this was alluded to by Dr. Merlot in Grimm Eclipse, as a discovery on his studies of Grimm. There is also the implication of this via the way some Semblances are stated to be inherited, as well as to how the Silver Eyes were inherited from those descended by Ozma's incarnations even when his vessels originally had no Silver-Eyed Warriors on their bloodline. Because if Aura Amp is actually Soul Amp, that means that every use of it Amps the properties of the Soul, some of those properties were ones that were inherited from the Body (of which include recessive bloodlines; like the Silver Eyes from the God of Light and/or the Black Blood from the God of Darkness), properties which are amplified and will be transferred to the Body; permanently boosting the presence of those recessive genes. Continuous use of the Soul Amp will continually boost the presence of those recessive genes until suddenly, with proper stimulus, the eyes (blue, green, brown; does not matter) explode in massive wave of silver-white light, and they have permanently been changed into silver and their skin has darkened to a dark brown to better resemble the bloodline's originator. Similarly, if there was Black Blood genes as well, then best get used to living with black sclera as well as pale white hair to better resemble this bloodline's originator. The problem is, that if the Bloodline comes from the God of Light and/or God of Darkness; then your Mind will also be affected as a result in a manner not all that distinct from Mettle's effects. Silver Eyes makes you akin to a templar who seeks Order and Preservation at all costs, and Black Blood seeks Chaos and Change at all costs. Having both would mean having a coldly detached yet fervently zealous mindset of "The End Justifies the Means". So, yeah; I posit that any Soul Boosting Semblance, on account of this relation, would also technically have a Bloodline Improvement effect, but might also have a dangerous Mind Modification effects as well.

"A Mystery of Blood and Bone. Bound by Spirit, Aura and Lore"

[nonuggetshere]

I don't have a specific question but could you talk about some random facts about faaf au? (or any of the other au:s, I like reading about all of them)

Some miscellaneous facts that probably wouldn't come up in any conversations about the plot (mostly about Flower because they're the main character);

Vessel aging can be a bit...tricky. They're technically undead so they don't grow like a normal child does, instead they need to be cared for by a living bug or their development get stunted and they stop growing, both mentally and physically. This is why Flower's like 21/22 and Ghost's 12 when they reunite, despite originally being much closer in age. Flower is the oldest of the siblings that survived, most of the others were stillborn or never hatched to begin with (it took Pale King a few tries and a few clutches to get the right results, Flower's clutch is the first one that was successful. Of course he didn't monitor the eggs so instead he just put the clutches down there at different stages of development and hoped for the best). Ghost is one of the youngest numeric age wise, but because of the aforementioned weird aging they're not physically/mentally the youngest.

Flower had a twin in this AU. Emphasis on had. And you bet your ass they have an insane survivor guilt because of it.

They were closest to Ghost in the Abyss. Ghost was actually a runt/premie and Flower helped them hatch, and they were inseparable ever since - that is until Ghost fell when they were trying to make their way up.

The vessels stuck together down in the Abyss, and even made themselves a little hide out where they could safely sleep and play and draw on the walls! They also have their own language, which I just call void speech because I am not original. It's composed of sounds any vessel can make (chirps, purrs, whines, squeaks, tapping, clicking, stomping, whistling etc etc) and conveying emotions/vague concepts via the weird mindlink the vessels have. They even had names; Flower's old name could be roughly translated to Melody and Ghost's to Trouble. Now that they've learned spoken language their own original language kind of phased out because its easier to just co convey words, but they absolutely do the bilingual thing where they might forget a word and subsidise it with the original void speech. Or go the lazy route and just put the image of what they were talking about in your head. Oh, and void speech can only be heard by void beings and occasionally bugs with chronic void poisoning.

Vessels are just void in a shape of a person so they don't exactly have organs. Most have no organs or only vestigial organs, but some will have fully formed organs or two. Some have voiceboxes and can talk, but most don't. It varies on how early they were put in the Abyss; these from older clutches were put there later in their development and so are more likely to have fully intact or mostly intact organs. Flower has fully formed voicebox and reproductive system as well as vestigial lungs, meanwhile Ghost is just void soup with no organs.

Flower is selectively mute and not physically mute. It's the result of them pretending to be hollow for so damn long, their language and social skills didn't develop properly. They only speak to a few people, and when they do speak their voice is soft, barely above a whisper, and they have a stutter and a soft lysp that gets worse if they're nervous. They get a therapist and eventually learn to talk to a wider variety of people, but it's still limited only to these closest to them.

Communicating in any way in the palace/with the court is a whole different beast though. Because of the whole pretending to be hollow for their entire life deal they actually find themselves unable/unwilling to gesture or emote much, which makes signing a chore and a half. At first they actually prefer communicating by pulling Hornet aside and whispering to her, because they can still do it without moving or expressing too much. They eventually overcome it with time but for a long while they simply communicated with nods, shakes of their head and through Hornet.

The Royal family's surname is Palelight. Pale King and White Lady originally were tempted to name Flower "Hallow", and while they didn't do it it was still edged into a crib that Pale King made. Yeah, they...did not cope well. Years later, this comes up though, and Flower decides to take Hallow as their second name. So their full name is Flower Hallow Palelight.

Both Pale King and White Lady would spend time alone with Flower pre-reveal. White Lady would dress them up in pretty outfits, mostly dresses, and do their hair; she likes braiding it, it helped her calm down and relax. Pale King would sit on the balcony with them, drink tea/coffee and talk to them about all kinds of things, which they particularly liked because they sometimes felt like he was speaking to them, not at them. This of course stopped after the knighting incident and Flower was deeply upset by it, they felt used and like they only loved the concept of a child they could have been instead of them.

Hallownest has a three day celebration at the end of the year, celebrating the end of winter and the start of spring. The first day they party and the royal family always throws a winter ball at the palace. The second day involves feasting and spending time with family and friends. And on the third day there's gift-giving and fireworks.

Flower has a few hobbies, including music. Lummis is teaching them how to play guitar and they got their very own guitar as a gift for the new year celebration (their partners and in-laws pitched in to buy it for them). They like to write songs to vent out their frustrations and trauma, it's a good coping mechanism.

Flower's a maladaptive daydreamer. They often got lost in their own thoughts to deal with the long, monotone days where they could do nothing but stand guard by their father's side. Aside from that, they took up people watching, counting little things and paying attention to details, and even learned to sleep upright.

They have horses! Or the quivalent. Horseflies. They're a lot like horses except they don't break their legs by stepping wrong or keel over dead because you looked at them funny, and they can climb and fly.

Flower, Ghost and PK are autistic. Petunia too.

Might add more later on when I remember some things!

[fenmere]

Who we are

We've written about this before, and we'll write about it again. We have slightly different words for it tonight, so we want to put them out there.

This is related to this post about the difference between the words Kepekapean and Ktletaccete.

OK.

We are Ktletaccete and Beshakete, and Jenifer and Eh. Ktletaccete means "descendants of Jenifer and Eh", but sometimes we'll get lazy and use the word to describe our two eldest members, too.

This is probably going to get lengthy.

Beshakete

Getting the Beshakete out of the way, because they're description is short. They are called Outsiders in English, and are basically spiritual walk-ins. There are thirteen of them that we know about. They are all elemental in nature, as far as we know. And not elemental as in like wind, earth, fire, and water. Nor as in the periodic table. But elemental as in Entropy, Interconnectedness, the Concept of Forward, Dirt (specifically), Container, Sphereness, etc.

Some of them have developed pretty complex personalities and life histories while in our system, while others have opted to remain as pure to their original selves as possible.

They are fractal in nature. The instance of any one of them, as they occur in our system, is not the whole, but it describes the whole, and contains infinite multitudes all the way down.

The Ktletaccete and Jenifer and Eh

We have three genders, which are our ways of relating to our body and the outer world through the sections of the brain that we each live in: dragons, girls, and id monsters. We're not going to talk much about those, but Jenifer is the eldest girl, Eh is the eldest dragon, and Phage (who is Beshakete) is the eldest id monster. Not all id monsters are Beshakete, and not all Beshakete are id monsters, but there's a large overlap.

But, anyway, we Ktletaccete and our parents seem to be this:

Dragons.

Real, live, shapeshifting dragons.

You might opt to call us spiritual dragons. We prefer the term "memetic entity" or even "storybook" or "mythical", though our myth is our own and comes from nowhere else but what we've experienced since our vessel was born.

We are not like other dragons, but no dragons are.

Dragons are an extremely diverse category of archetypal monster, and the original dragons were really just a collection of individual creatures, beasts, monsters, spirits, and gods created specifically for their unique roles in their unique stories of origin.

But, thanks to the evolution of language and memetics, all dragons are related now, too.

And things that existed long before the word dragon was invented are now dragons, including extant living species of animal and plant.

We dragons are, more or less, the children of humans. At least from a certain philosophical perspective (many spiritualities and cultures would say otherwise, and that's OK - we're talking about our own, here).

So, we Ktletaccete are a breed of dragon who are descended from humans, unique to ourselves. And when we say that we are not human, what we mean is that we've evolved to be incompatible with humans reproductively and socially and are basically a new species. But we are technically human in the same way that humans are lobe finned fish.

The ancestry is important and undeniable, and a thing that makes us terrestrial (despite how our fiction paints a picture of it being otherwise - we can daydream). But the distinction and difference is more important, practically speaking. So, we will insist, regularly, that we are not human.

How we Ktletaccete develop and function - our life cycle

Jenifer and Eh are both essentially walk-ins who entered our system before anybody else formed and took ownership of our vessel and brain, much like how many religions describe the way all souls work. This is according to their memories, and they basically have developed like any other sentient children (though Jenifer has spent most of her life dissociated and hidden in our subconscious, watching everything quietly like the nonverbal autistic she is).

So, we're not describing their conception or development.

When a Ktletaccete is conceived in our system, they start with the formation of a self schema.

All schemas of identity become self schemas in our brain. ALL of them.

If we learn about a person, enough that we understand them as a person, even if they're fictional or an anthropomorphized thing, that schema of identity is enough to become a self schema and gain consciousness. Almost immediately.

This can be as simple as a face, an expression, an emotion, and a motive. Names are not required. But, names can imply all of those things sometimes, so a name can spark a whole person if we focus on it the right way.

This means that we create so many introjects.

But, we can also create a new headmate by imagining an alternate version of one of us, like, "what would I be like if I had a different special interest or a different name?" And, every time we make a TTRPG character, we make a headmate if someone who already exists doesn't come forward to make the character a faceclaim.

Now, every new headmate gets associated with a member who becomes their parent. Their parent will help them form and grow, lending them memories and memetics, portions of identity either from themselves or from things they admire.

Most new headmates are either children of Akailea (the mother of all introjects) or Gnargrim (our brood guardian), but our older members will still occasionally have children, too. Sometimes, like in the case of Little Eh and Elle, it will be a classic split, usually caused by their parent (Eh in these two cases) trying to be someone they're not. Rarely having anything to do with trauma, but more likely ambition or curiosity.

However it happens that relationships form, our parents always give our children the identity of being Ktletaccete.

This happened even in the case of Phage giving birth to Ni'a, even though Phage is not Ktletaccete. Ni'a identifies as half Ktletaccete, really.

From our conceptions, we develop immediately into beings that would be autistic by human standards (our vessel is autistic after all), and with a special interest or Art. For the vast majority of us that Art is studying and imitating a subject, such as Venom or our toilet as an anthropomorphized semi-animate object. For the rest of us, it's often a skill or an area of study, or a neurological talent.

Morde's Art, for instance, is networking between all of our system members via our brain's neurology.

And then, after that, as we experience life, whether that's repeating the same dream over and over with minor variations in our inworld or fronting and doing stuff in the outworld, we grow into full fledged people.

Now, our inworld shapes are something interesting.

Most of us have humanoid forms, because we are factive introjects of humans. But we are not human, and being shapeshifters we can easily take other shapes.

Those of us who are directly related from Jenifer and Eh, however, do not have default human forms. We tend toward either the draconic or some other Terrestrial animal (though usually still with draconic traits).

Our wolves, for instance, have fully draconic forms that they can take, as well as fully lupine and humanoid forms.

Our biggest clue that we we have non-human forms is the dysphoria, dissociation, and phantom climbs we experience when we front. Which are strongest if we haven't fronted in a long time.

It's pretty clear from that that when we are inworld and disconnected from the front, we take our most comfortable non-human form and get used to it.

But, when our vessel is sleeping and we front in a dream, we unfortunately get such strong signals from our vessel that we usually take human form in the dream. Also, our nightly dreams are usually processing memories from our outworld experiences, so there's the association of being humanoid from those memories as well.

In this way we teach each other how to pretend to be human and try to pass as human when we're fronting.

Most of us, including most of our introjects, seem to dream of the day when we don't have to do that anymore.

Anyway, none of us die. Our vessel will, someday, and that will do something to us, but until then we're immortal and impervious to harm in the same way as a cartoon character. You can squish one of us flat, tear us apart, swallow and fully digest us, and we'll pop right back up an instant later.

Since we've learned that, we've moved all of our weirdest kink scenes entirely inworld. And we've become much, much less fearful of our horror movie style nightmares.

Nightmares about social situations involving our outworld parents still trigger us for days afterward, unfortunately.

[elliebell77]

I noticed you mentioned amalgamates in the ask about goopy!Frisk

Does it mean that you consider Vess to being technically an amaglmate

Also while on the subject of amalgamates

What would Vess do if a piece of gaster was in an amalgamate

you know, i hadn't really thought of the concept of the vessel being an amalgamate before.

I don't really think so. Vess is kind of its own thing, not human or monster. Technically it's not even alive. It kind of just holds whatever's put in it.

But who knows maybe as it grows it might start to develop a personality separate from chara and gaster wink wonk

as for the second question, I think this is a problem Vess actually runs into a lot; right now, there are a LOT of G fragments that it doesn't have access too simply because its literally just not powerful enough. Like, you would be surprised how many fragments have ended up in, say, the Doodlesphere, though there's no way the guardian of the AUs is going to let in someone who goes around destroying universes, let alone for the sake of picking up fragments that give it power. Another place a lot of fragments have kind of just ended up in is Nightmare's castle, and that is absolutely a no go. Vess is not stupid enough to go into a den full of sanses jacked up on LV and a literal god of negativity.

To actually answer your question, I think Vess would probably first try to see if it could trick or bargain the amalgamate into giving up the fragment. If that proves to be impossible, it would probably leave some kind of mark or tracker on the creature holding the piece and make a mental note to come back later when it's more powerful. Vess is actually very patient when it wants to be