#this is actually such a cool concept I’m so normal about this au

[beebeurk]

RAGHH I freaking love this

I different time, a different fate

[foolsocracy]

Hi, hello, I’m new to your blog. I’ve made myself at home. Lovely carpet.

Can I please know more about your spider Robbie pie? Can’t seem to find the silverware.

but of course, kind anon

Spider Robbie is an au in which Robbie Robertson takes up the spider mantle after the death of the one before him. He is the third, following Ben Urich and, most notably, Peter Parker.

This au is very much canon divergence from Eyes Without a Face, where Peter makes it in time to save Robbie from his original fate but dies in the process. Peter is shot while rushing Robbie and the others out. In his panic and elation at finding Robbie physically unharmed, Peter outs himself as the Spider Man to his best friend. Robbie stays with him as he bleeds out and resolves to continue to hide Peter's identity.

Peter is buried and remains that way for... an undetermined amount of time.

Robbie is left with a mask, a jacket, and the question of just who was this other half of his friend. As he learns more of who this... Spider Man was, he gets more and more involved in the spider's cases and conflicts. Robbie gets more sure of his own abilities and makes a bit of a name for the Spider Man within his own community, though the people of Harlem are largely unaware that the appearances of a masked vigilante match the interests of one Robbie Robertson.

It is to be noted that none of these aforementioned abilities are spider-god-induced powers like Peter's. Robbie, especially at the beginning of his spidering career, leans more into Urich's role than Parker's. To me, Robbie has been passionate about the press and journalism in a way that Peter never was. For Pete, his job as a photographer and reporter was a job he took until he could get into college and study science. Robbie has a way with words and communication that Peter frankly lacks. Of course, that isn't to say that Robbie won't be kicking ass, because he will. It will just take him a bit of time to get some of those skills as he's, well, a normal guy. Not everyone can get their biology scrambled like Pete.

And just because Robbie hasn't been scrambled doesn't mean he's completely separate from all things supernatural either!

I think the marvel noir universe is at its best when there's a magical, supernatural undercurrent. This concept isn't super prevalent in the actual comics, but HoplesslyLost on ao3 has done some really cool world building with it.

I think in Robbie's case, where he would be the narrator, "magical realism" would be an interesting avenue to take it. I use this term in particular because I most closely relate it to Toni Morrison in my head, when I first learned about it through her work in high school. For Morrison, the concept was inseparable to blackness and I think for Robbie, where his blackness is so central to his character and his motivations, drawing on that could be more of a service to his character. It feels better to do that than ignore how incredibly racialized his society and story is. It will make his relationship with the spider god, Peter (who I will get to very very shortly), his community, and his own mythos as The Spider Man really interesting and complex.

So it's been established that Robbie doesn't have spider powers. And we all know that Peter did-- or should I say does. One of the spider god's abilities is to bring Peter back to life. She does this in the comics, but not in any of the runs from 2008-2010 (the runs that make up this au). When Peter dies on Ellis Island, he does not think he is coming back from that. Waking up again is a surprise.

Here's where I think the au really takes a left turn. Do I think the Spider God is purely evil and spiteful and has it out for Pete? No, not really. Will I be ramping said traits up to 11 for the au? Yeah, I guess I might. This is because I love a little bit of horror and the came back wrong trope. I will hopefully be fleshing the spider god out in the near future, but I really haven't given her the many hours of thought I have the other characters. For that I'm sorry spider god </3

Peter digs himself out of his grave, more spider than he ever has been. For much of his new, waking life he is more animalistic than not. There is clearly something wrong with him; his joints are too flexible and loose, he's got some eye-shine going on, his skin is pale and his veins are starkly dark beneath it. He's possessed. Someone is puppeteering him, someone who knows a lot-- almost everything about him, but it's clear that the someone isn't him.

And Peter--- the body, it can't be Peter. At least, that's what Robbie thinks when the figure catches his eye the first time. Because Peter is dead and buried, and he has been dead and buried for weeks.

[kojitheopossum]

ur sirensong au is so cool dude i would love to know more about bdubs and etho if u have the chance. like is etho a mammal. is he so big because because of polar gigantism

Hehe tysm !!! You have no idea how excited I am to answer this one, i’m going to be majoring in biology lmao. Etho is not a mammal although that is an interesting idea. He belongs to a family of sea serpents, which evolved from a common eel like ancestors millions of years ago. These creatures all tend to be somewhat similar, varying in size, color, and hunting styles. His species is the newest evolved, but the other genus members/transitional forms died out from competition as the oceans climate warmer and pushed them further together in the north for food. This was also influenced by their solitary and very territorial behavior, which is also why they originally started attacking large boats, mistaking them for other leviathan. Quickly they learned that the creatures on these structures were a good food source. Although most sea serpents still stuck to eating either lots of small fish at a time like whale shark or hunting larger prey like whales, humans soon became a reliable food source and thus the species etho evolved quickly to become specialized at hunting them. The more human like the fish appeared, the more likely it would live to reproduce. Like I mentioned in a different ask, he mainly uses aggressive mimicry. Siren are typically depicted in this worlds media as more human sized purely because of how young they are when they are encountered by humans. Ethos size is absolutely influenced by polar/deep sea gigantism like you mentioned, but his species is also one that more or less doesn’t stop growing. That being said, his growth has become exponentially less over time, so he’s practically hit the limit.

The fact he’s stayed alive so long is competely due to him staying put in an area with few visitors. Although he is specialized to hunt humans, sirens still hunt other fish, typically sharks and tuna, and that’s what he mainly relied on. Etho is also very cautious when it comes to members of his own species. He was attacked when he was very young by a much older siren, and since then he stayed mostly hidden from fear. The only time siren are seen near each other is to mate, but etho couldn’t care less. He isn’t sure if other siren are also conscious like him, but he’s sure that there’s a large chance he’s not alone. Also, in one of my concept sketches I think I claimed etho was Wellll over 1000 years old but i’ve since retracted that, he’s actually around 800. He spent more than half of that time asleep though, spending months drifting along the bottom of the ocean half awake after hunting. If i get around to it, this is a plot point in the story, so spoilers ig, but etho while in captivity is much more awake because he is fed much much Much less, thus relying on being fed daily instead of being able to go for months without food.

Etho’s long sharp teeth resemble fangtooth moray eels, and similar to the moray uses these teeth to puncture and hold prey in place rather than actually kill. However, unlike the moray, he doesn’t have multiple sets of jaws. The one he does have splits open at the bottom, so he can open his mouth much wider when hunting then a regular human like mouth would normally allow. His jaw is also very strong, being able to crush prey once it’s captured. The spiky fins lining his dorsal and ventral region are not to aid in hunting, but as protection from other siren. He is also able to wrap around larger prey to either strangle or just hold them in place.

Sorry i just ranted about etho and didn’t mentions bdubs, he’s just a normal dude. If you are curious about him, he grew up in the country working in his family’s building business before getting bored and moving to the city to figure out what he really wants to do. The reason he’s working for the aquarium is entirely because he needs a job since getting booted from his last one at a cafe, and his friend scar knows a lot of people. That’s it lmao.

[lizzy-calaxio]

Ok, well, this didn't turn out like I originally planned, but have some late transition lizzy/krile

Chirin downs his third drink within the half hour at the Forgotten Knight. He drunkenly feels his horns, and slumps down onto the counter, “Another please.”

Gibrillont looks at the au ra, looks a little concerned, but relinquishes another full drink.

Chirin downs it immediately, his tail whipping back and forth.

A voice startles him, “Whoa, hey, watch the tail dude.”

He glances down towards the voice, “Oh, hey Krile.” for a flash he looks sad, but he swiftly hides it by asking for another drink.

Krile looks up at the counter, then at Chirin. He sighs, and lifts the lalafell onto the counter next to him.

“So what’s up, you seem more down than normal.”

Chirin looks away, a hurricane of emotions swell within him but he quashes them swiftly, “Ah, just, the everything.” he gestures vaguely around himself.

Krile’s echo tells her his intentions – he’s hiding something. She tilts her head and examines him, trying to get a gauge on what the problem is.

“I’ve also been thinking about my family, I miss them. I could be fishing with my brother on a warm beach right now…” his sentence doesn’t quite end so much as trails off in thought.

“Why not visit them?”

He shakes his head, “Nah, I’m needed here. If I just keep my head down, and keep trudging forward, eventually I can go back with a clear conscience.”

Krile gets the feeling that this isn’t the actual issue, “Is there anything else going on...?”

Chirin looks at Krile, the lantern nearby flickering, causing the light to catch her eye in a very particular way – Chirin begins blushing, but shoves the feelings down.

“N-no.”

It’s unconvincing.

Krile scooches closer to him, “C’mon, you can tell me anything. I promise.”

Chirin glances at the empty glasses around him, he’s pretty sure there’s six glasses, though he doesn’t remember ordering that many. A deep twisting thought in the back of his mind nags and pulls at him, but he shakes it away.

He sighs, “I dunno. I’m unhappy. I just wish….” a thought almost spills over, but it vanishes before it can, “I wish things went differently in my life. That’s all. Maybe next life I can do things right.”

Krile looks confused, her echo isn’t helping much here and she can’t interpret the vague thoughts spilling out from her friend. She presses forward with her desire to help, “Well, what things do you wish were different?”

Chirin’s eyes glaze over, his limbal ring glowing brightly in the dark bar. A profound sorrow reflects in his face, as he thinks he grows more depressed, “I dunno. I…” his voice cracks, and his throat chokes at the words, “I...I…..I feel guilty.” the continuing wavering sound in his voice betrays any concept of him having a cool demeanor, “I have feelings for you. I shouldn’t, I know you don’t have an interest in...people like me….I…” he trails off, his head laying on the counter, tears welling up in his eyes, “I wish I wasn’t born…”

Krile’s face mirrors his sorrow, his intentions spilling forth and into her mind. A single thought grabs hold though, that last sentence isn’t finished.

Chirin lightly sobs, before continuing, “I wish I wasn’t born a boy.”

Krile gently runs her fingers through Chirin’s hair, unsure of what to say. She glances at the glasses around him, and is unsure if it’s the alcohol, or his true feelings.

The two sit in silence for an eon, before Krile speaks, “Hey, why don’t we go for a walk?”

Chirin nods, and stands upright, his entire body betraying how depressed he truly is.

As they step outside, they’re met with the gentle glow of moonlight reflecting off of fresh snow. Light snow falls, and Chirin tightens his jacket.

Krile puts her hood on, stifling her echo, “Ok. So, you don’t want to be a boy. Talk about those feelings.”

Chirin shifts uncomfortably, and starts walking. Krile keeps up, eyeing his tail to ensure she doesn’t get hit. He regrets saying what he said, but is thankful Krile doesn’t hate him for confessing his feelings.

“I feel wrong. Every day I wake up crying because I’m wrong. I wish I had been born correctly.” he doesn’t know what he’s saying, the words just spill out like an overflowing cup of coffee.

Krile hesitates, but reaches up to grab his hand, unsure of what to say.

Chirin continues, “I’m too tall, too muscular, too masculine, my horns are wrong, my face is wrong, everything is wrong and bad and and and….” his voice chokes, he’s unable to continue as he starts crying.

The two sit down on a bench, in utter silence as the snow muffles any traveling sounds. Chirin’s light sobs are the only sound that breaks the silence, as Krile rubs his back.

Chirin composes himself enough to whisper, “I just wish I was a girl.”

Krile thinks about how to help, “I...I mean, you still can be?”

Chirin looks at Krile as if she had four heads, she actually only has two. He mentally scolds himself for getting this drunk. He wants to take everything back. Undo this night.

Krile continues, “I’ve heard of a magic potion, that could change your body. Why not use that?”

Chirin blinks, trying to process the information, “What?”

“Fantasia, I think it’s called. A very rare, very expensive potion, that when drank will transform your body overnight.”

“…..WHAT.” his entire mood turns on a dime.

Krile lightly smiles, “I think I could probably procure one for you, if this is truly what you want?”

Chirin grabs Krile, “I do! I mean,” he lets go, nervously, “I...Yes, I would want.”

Krile giggles a little in response, “Oh! Do you have a new name you’d like to use?”

Chirin thinks for a couple minutes, “Elizabeth. I think that’s a pretty name.”

“Elizabeth, huh? Lizzy suits you, I think.”

[yunacoeur]

yellow tulips - sung hanbin

a/n: while i’m not hanbin biased, no one else felt right for this concept. also the day i stop doing college aus is the day i die so i’m sorry!! thank u for being here <33

word count: 4k

zb1 | sung hanbin, fluff, then angst, then fluffy ending, college au, bet au (‘i bet you can’t make him fall in love with you’ kinda concept), reader is a meanie, hanbin did nothing wrong, tw: calculus 

–

it’s weird to use the term ‘heartbreaker’ post-high school because it felt like such a childish term. a heartbreaker is normally some 16-year-old who doesn’t know how to treat others and cheats on their partners, acting like it’s cool to be a dickhead. in the best case scenarios, people grow out of being players and move on with their lives. 

this wasn’t the best case scenario. “something about him just makes me so mad, you know?” you whine to your friends. you say, “he’s so arrogant and full of himself. he thinks he’s all that. he’s such a narcissist.” you think about all the little things that set you off about sung hanbin. his attitude. his audacity. his stupidly attractive voice. everything about him just pisses you off, but he’s just so naturally likable that no one else seems to share your opinion. 

and that’s what sucks. sung hanbin is a heartbreaker. the amount of people who have their horror stories of falling for hanbin, him leading them on for a few weeks, and being cruelly rejected is astonishing. 

that leads you to tonight. a couple of buddies and a couple of drinks later and your friends think it’s the idea of the century to play truth or dare. you pick truth a couple of times, spill some inner secrets you don’t actually care about, but then your friends say you can only pick truth so many times before you have to pick dare. so you pick dare. and your friends give you something dumb and easy. text an ex that you miss them. 

but you’re a bit more daring than that, asking for something bigger and harder. maybe even a challenge. it’s probably the alcohol, but maybe it's also the competitive streak you can’t let go of. a friend suggests that you text hanbin, the sung hanbin, that you miss him, as if you guys knew each other (you’ve never talked to this man in your life).

another says that might not be enough to satisfy your requirements for ‘harder’, so they bump it up to ‘ask hanbin out on a date’. and the first one says, ‘well why stop there, might as well challenge them to make hanbin fall in love for real’. and they both look at you, you shrug (again the confidence probably being from the alcohol), and you tell them. 

“fine. lay out the conditions.”

“you have two months. no- one month. so until june 1st to get hanbin to confess his feelings for you,” one says, “and no trying to get him to go along with your challenge. he has to genuinely be confessing his feelings.”

“what’s my prize if i can do it?” you ask. might as well get something out of a task so difficult if you can pull it off.

“...bragging rights?” they say, and you suppose there’s no greater prize. 

your mission: make sung hanbin fall in love with you.

rules:

1. don’t fall in love with him.

2. once he admits to having feelings, immediately leave. don’t continue the mission any longer.

3. you have one month to do the impossible.

—

“i didn’t even know i had hanbin’s number in my phone if i’m real with you,” you tell your friend, “oh my god i have texted him before. and it was for calculus notes. what do i even say to him?”

your friend thinks for a second, “well, try to like subtly reintroduce yourself and ask him if he can help you study.”

“study what? calculus?” you raise an eyebrow. you had a nearly perfect grade in calc, and playing dumb did not seem like the move you wanted to make. 

“sure! say you haven’t gotten the last couple sets of notes and are really lost. he’ll take pity on you and help you! then you can be like ‘well i have to repay you for helping me so let me take you out for coffee’! it’s foolproof!” you friend comes up with excitedly. as dumb as the plan sounds, it might just work. it’s, at the very least, a way to get your foot in the door. 

you text him and ask him for help. he doesn’t respond right away, maybe 20 minutes later. he says sure, anything for a friend, with a smiley face. at least it won’t be insufferable to play dumb. besides, he already considers you a friend, so that’s a good start.

—

“can you tell me which sets of notes you missed?” he asks as you sit down in the library at one open table. 

“yeah, it must have been 4.4 and 4.5. i was in class today when we were doing 4.6 and i just feel so lost,” you say. you had to rip your previous notes out of your notebook and not take very good notes today, pretending to be lost even though it was very clear what was going on.

“that's okay! here, look at my notes, and i’ll walk you through some problems!” he says with a smile. despite his reputation, he’s really pleasant to talk to and interact with.

he helps you through the practice problems and basically reteaches you everything you already know. he’s very thorough in how he explains every little thing, and his manniserisms when teaching stick out cutely. he gets really excited when you (pretend to) finally get a concept and he makes cute and dramatic little faces at random points. even though all the content already made sense before, the way he explained it could have made sense to a toddler. that’s how knowledgable he presents himself. 

as you get through all the work, and it’s been about an hour and a half, it feels wrong to hold him here any longer, so you proceed with the line you had practiced in the bathroom mirror.

“hey, thank you so much again for helping me,” you tell him as he looks up at you. he makes the perfect amount of eye contact, too, not too much but enough to make you feel like you have all his attention. no wonder so many people fall for him.

he grins sweetly, “you don’t have to thank me!”

“but i really do want to pay you back for being so kind to me and helping me out. are you free to get coffee tomorrow? it’s on me,” you say, smiling back at him. he looks a little surprised, almost shocked for a second, before regaining his composure. 

“you don’t have to do that-”

“but i want to!”

“okay, okay! if you’re so insistent…” he chuckles, “i guess i can’t say no. but i will be ordering the most obnoxiously expensive drink on the menu.”

you laugh back at him, if not because he’s so clearly going to order the cheapest thing he can find. you bet he won’t have it in him to even ask for a medium, “my wallet can handle it,” you say.

he shakes his head fondly, “okay, moneybags. i’ll see you tomorrow then.”

—

“i think i just want a small iced americano,” he asks you as you’re the next ones up in line. you internally giggle because of course you were right. 

“really? thats the ‘obnoxiously expensive’ drink you were talking about?” you joke with him. all he does is laugh light-heartedly, like his soul is full of good intentions. there’s a little thought forming in the back of your head wondering if that’s really true, or if his reputation is only thus so because he was so good at fooling people. 

“i don’t really want anything else,” he says as he looks at the menu board. you decide not to fight him on it.

as you two go up to order, his iced americano and your drink as well, you get into a conversation with the barista about something small. something about the weather changing so fast and how hot it already is. before you even know it, the barista is telling you to have a good day and stay safe in the heat. you look down at the card reader to see it just says ‘welcome’ and you haven’t even paid yet. you look over at hanbin as he’s putting his wallet away, and it dawns on you.

“why did you do that? i was supposed to pay! for yesterday, remember?” you tell him, and he laughs in the most endearing way.

“i wanted to, is that so wrong?” he asks, and you scramble to tell him no, of course it’s not wrong, persay, but you wanted to as well, “well, if you want to pay next time, you have to beat me.”

next time, huh?

as you two wait for your coffees, and even after you get them, you just sit there, chatting with him about anything and everything. you tell him about your hobbies and passions, and he tells you about his love for dancing, showing you videos in his studio. he is an incredible dancer. he tells you his major and his carrer goals, and you tell him about your current job and where you’re trying to go in life. he tells you he wears glasses sometimes and you tell him your favorite flowers are yellow tulips.

and suddenly it felt like you knew sung hanbin. it was weird to see him in such a different light.

—

next time ended up turning into almost daily dates. coffee, tea, walks in the park, getting lunch, seeing movies, studying for calculus (you did better than him on the test, but you lied anyway), and going shopping. anything you wanted or needed to do, he was there to accompany you for. it was like having a buddy for anything life threw at you. weeks went by. you saw him, at the very least, every other day.

and somewhere along the line, at some unspecified point, or maybe just gradually, you forgot the mission was to make him fall in love with you. it was so much easier to just let him make you fall in love. 

which was the unintended, but foreseeable consequence of this kind of bet. looking back on it now, how you ever thought you could get him to have feelings for you without developing feelings for him was beyond dumb. he was nothing like his reputation, and you should have taken that as the red flag it was and escaped. 

he’s pretty and charming and polite and kind and nothing like the narcissist you thought he was. 

somewhere along the line, you fell for sung hanbin.

—

“hey, could we talk after class today?” he says, over the phone. he didn’t mean to call you so suddenly, but he knew there would be no way he didn’t chicken out if he didn’t call. 

“yeah, for sure. do you wanna meet up?” you ask him.

“yeah, in-person is better. thank you,” he says, “can you do 4? i’ll meet you outside the cafe if that’s good with you.”

“got it. i’ll see you then, bin,” you say, slipping in a nickname, knowing that makes his knees weak. it was so easy to make him flustered. you'd bet his ears were turning red at that moment.

—

when you meet up, he has flowers. the same flowers you told him you liked when you got coffee that first time. he remembered. maybe that day was the real first date, and he just didn’t really think about it like that until now. 

he looks at you like you’re the prettiest person in the world, beyond the beauty of anyone else. his eyes are sparkling and he’s smiling that same endearing smile and it’s like he’s a teenager in love again. he still feels so giddy. 

he starts, holding the flowers close to him, like he’s giving you a piece of his soul, “i just wanted to say that it’s been really nice getting to know you these past few weeks. i know that feels like such little time, but we’ve already spent so much time together that i feel like i already know you so well. i’m so endeared by all your little habits and your personality and everything about you.

“i… have feelings for you. and it’s okay if you’re not ready because it’s only been a short amount of time, or if you’re not into me at all, that’s also totally okay! i just wanted to tell you and, if you want, i’d like something serious with you.

“and these are for you,” he says as he holds the flowers, “they’re yellow tulips, just like what you told me you liked. they’re so pretty, just like you. and so delicate and beautiful and- sorry, i’m just rambling at this point,” he laughs at himself, “i know a lot of people think a certain way about me, and that’s okay. i’m not going around breaking hearts, i just… no one makes me feel like you do.”

it’s hard to respond in the moment, but it’s safe to say you forget the bet, the intentions, everything, and only think about your feelings.

so he responds for you, “oh my god, i just can’t stop talking about it, i just like you so much. it’s so nice to have off my chest,” he smiles, before looking at you with precious eyes, handing off the flowers to be in your care, “do you... feel something similar for me?” he asks, a little more confident before as you fondly gaze at him, it’s like reassurance.

and you just laugh, holding the yellow tulips, “yeah, i have something i want to say to you,” you smile as he smiles at what you say, and for just a second you’re two young lovers smiling happily with flowers and the sunset in the background. it’s so scenic.

“i like you too, hanbin.”

and, for one, brief moment, everything is perfect. 

—

and then it all comes crashing down. it’s the next day. you had hours of perfect happiness before someone had to open their mouth. 

“your friend told me,” he calls out to you in the hall, and you turn around to look at him, confused. your smile upon hearing his lovely voice fades. his face doesn’t have that usual brightness to it, like something was weighing on him. 

“hanbin? what’s wrong?”

“your friend, taerae, told me about me and you, that night that you played truth or dare,” he says. he doesn’t sound like rage, he sounds like suspicion. like he’s still debating in his head whether or not he wants to believe taerae. of course it had to be taerae to let it slip. the guilt would eat him alive. 

you didn’t even tell the rest of the friend group that he had confessed. you had only told taerae, and it was because you were excited about mutual feelings between you and hanbin, forgetting the bet for a second. taerae probably didn’t even do it intentionally, it must have just slipped. 

“what did he tell you?”

“no, don’t try to- just tell me… what happened that night. why did you text me? why did you ask me to get coffee? what was the reason for all of it?”

so you told him. he had the right to know. even if it ruined everything so fast. it had been merely hours, not even a full 24, before it came crashing down. it only hits you when you say it out loud how cruel of a bet it really was. 

“so you just-” he trails off, this incredulous look on his face. there’s so much tension in the air as it all hits him what’s been happening this whole time, “you manipulated me and tried to get close to me just so i’d get feelings for you? you’re telling me this was intentional?” his voice is getting shaky, and his hands are starting to tremble.

“yes, hanbin…i wanted to make you fall in love with me,” you say back, trying hard to remain calm. he’s searching your eyes for something you don’t know for sure is in there, “at the time, i didn’t have feelings for you. and, yes, i did it intentionally.”

“i don’t understand, even if i wronged you in some way, what would be the point?” he asks. it’s sad because hanbin had never wronged you. and he assumed he had.

“i-” you start, but he cuts you off. if this was a normal conversation, you’d be surprised that hanbin was doing something ‘rude’ like cutting someone off when speaking.

“was it a prank or something?” he asks, now you can really hear it in his voice. you can see it in his eyes now. he’s containing his feelings well giving the situation, but little flames of anger are poking through, “was that all i was?”

and then it hits you just how wrong it all was. hanbin was never out to get you, he was never rude, never condescending or narcissistic like you thought. his reputation as a player and a heartbreaker was a lie, a facade he never chose to maintain. all those people he rejected came onto him and he never once led them on. 

“that’s not how it is anymore, but if that's what you want me to admit to, then yes. it was a bet. i told my friends i could make you fall in love with me.”

he scoffs because it’s so unbelievable, but is silent a moment before speaking, “what does ‘anymore’ mean?” he asks.

and there it is. you might as well come clean, “i didn’t like you… back then,” you admit. it takes him a second to realize, “yeah. and so i stopped actively trying to make you fall in love. i just wanted to spend time with you.” there’s so many thoughts left out. i wanted to fall in love with you because you felt so safe. i wanted to fall in love with you because you never wanted anything from me, never asked me for anything but my time. i wanted to fall in love with you because i knew you were falling for the real, genuine me. not some act. something like that.

“ah, i see,” he says awkwardly. even in all the confusion and intense emotions, he’s still himself, “i think… i’ll need some time to think this all over. i hope you can understand.”

you nod, “yeah, of course. just… let me know when you’re ready. and i’m sorry, if it means anything. i didn’t mean for this to happen.”

and you have to let him walk away.

–

hanbin steps into the cafe with his friends right in front of him, them conversing about a new drama on netflix or the new music they’re liking lately. he’s answering when spoken to, but not adding much input of his own, kind of lost in his own world. 

he orders a small iced americano. part of him gears up to say the name of another drink, but he doesn’t even like that drink. he doesn’t know why it’s still on the tip of his tongue, like it’s muscle memory to say it.

he sits at the table with his friends, letting them drive the conversation while he stares out the window of the passenger seat. he has this revelation for the first time that, even as an extrovert, sometimes you can be the lonliest you’ve ever been while surrounded by people you love and care about. he normally feels good in the company of his friends, but there’s still that one person on his mind. he doesn’t give mind to the conversation his friends are having, excitedly chatting.

instead, he finds comfort in replaying the conversations he had with that person in his head. he thinks about all the pretty moments, like when he confessed. at least he can be grateful that moment wasn't ruined until later. he’d never been that happy in his entire life like when he heard them say they liked him too. 

and even though his brain still wants to harbor all this anger and sadness, his heart keeps going back to the yellow tulips, to the beautiful person that made his heart jump out of his chest.

and when there’s no one else to call, of course he came running back to you.

—

 it’s 2am, and he knew if anyone would come running, it would be you.

“i’m still really upset at you,” he murmurs, shivering as he takes a bite out of the gas station snack he picked out. maybe he was just lonely and it was 2am and he wouldn’t feel bad about using you to make himself feel better when you used him as a trophy. still, it doesn’t feel like he’s doing it just to solve his existential loneliness. you were his first thought, and the only person he asked. he thinks it always had to be you.

he’s apologetic for having woken you up, especially when he sees how tired you look. if it would have consoled you at all, he would tell you how cute you looked right now, tiredly holding the drink (that he paid for. you haven’t even gotten one chance to pay this whole time you had gotten close to him, just too slow, he says). he doesn’t feel like it’s a good time, but you’ve never been this cute to him, and he’s starting to think he can get over what happened if you stay this cute a little while longer.

“i know. it’s okay, you should be,” you say back to him, sipping your slushee with a frown, “i missed you, bin.”

and that’s when he cracks. he missed you too.

“can you come here?” he asks, and you perk your head up, coming closer to him, assuming maybe he wants to tell you something in private (but away from the poor 7/11 worker? who else is around?).

he has nothing to say, though. instead, he pulls you closer and holds you against him, hugging you tightly. your head rests on his shoulder as he adjusts his grip, “i’m still mad.” he says again. you tug on his jacket as your arms wrap around his waist.

because it’s not like you were still faking it. you know it, and he can tell. your smiles are honest and your laughs are genuine. he’s sure that you have genuine feelings for him. so maybe he can look past being played if you’re always this cute. 

“i’m sorry,” you say. he thinks you’re doing it on purpose, acting cute so he’ll forgive you quickly. it might be working.

he chuckles, and you feel the vibrations from his chest, “i know. just give me some time to get over it. i still like you, whether or not you’re a meanie.”

—

and somewhere out there, taerae is blowing up your phone, frantically apologizing for letting the truth slip to hanbin. scratch whatever happened before, that guilt would have eaten taerae alive. you’ll tell him it’s okay in the morning.

it was supposed to happen anyway, it’s not like you were gonna hold in the truth forever. maybe you should have just offered to text your ex that you miss them that one night with your friends, but then you never would have met hanbin. 

not literally, you met him months ago. you would see him in class and pass by him on campus, you’d give him a polite smile and he’d do the same, and you’d remember his existence even after you graduated as the ‘heartbreaker’, but you never would have gotten the chance to really see him. to watch the way his cheek dimples came out when he laughed, or to understand just how giving and selfless he was.

you never would have had the chance to see his soul laid out amongst the yellow tulips just for you.

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

🍗 BG3 Modern AU: Harvest Feast [Thanksgiving] Dinner Edition 🥔

A/N: Obviously, Thanksgiving doesn't exist in this universe. I mean a version could exist. There have been so many wars and fights within realms, a big ironic, disarming feast technically could have happened before some bloodshed and genocide. I’m not a DND expert. But I think with a little creative licensing, you could twist this concept more into a Harvest Festival feast sort of thing. Just go with it, I wrote it on my phone while hiding from my family members. 

Astarion: 

You remember that one vine that’s like, “Everyone has a gay cousin. Bitch, I don’t have a gay cousin… Oh, oh I am the gay cousin.” That’s him- he's the gay cousin. Always crushes it at charades. Like, he’s the unbeaten champion, for four years running. 

Gale: 

The host with the most. Always cooking new variations of the same meals. Some are good. Others, like his minimalist, organic tofu vegan recipe for turkey, are better left off as concepts, not executions. 

Wyll: 

Always brings the best dessert. And is the one to kick off the conversation at dinnertime. Either about his time as the Blade of Frontiers or about what’s currently happening in the capitol. The one cousin you’re most likely to learn is actually a secret gossip. 

Karlach: 

That one grown-up who prefers the kids to table to the grown-ups' tables. Always down to start a game outside before dinner is ready. Gets teasingly scolded by Astarion for making a bigger mess rolling around outside in the dirt than the actual children. 

La’zel:

Looks super badass when she arrives on her motorcycle. Shows up, eats, and then dips out back to hang out with Minthara for a smoke. That one intimidating, quiet cousin who everybody lowkey fears, and tries really hard not to provoke. 

Shadowheart: 

Did someone say WINE AUNT? No, seriously, she always brings the booze for the grown-ups. (Also in charge of bringing the pot, which is why La’zel and Minthara let her join them behind the garage.) She also always manages to look so put together. Not having children looks really good on her lol. 

Halsin: 

The kind of guy who goes out and hunts his own damn turkey, plucks in, and cooks it- all outdoors, without any sort of fancy oven or cookware technology. He’s got like a dirt hole firepit and a cover but always ends up making the most delicious turkey you’ve ever had in your life?? Says all he uses is salt and pepper but you know damn well, he’s lying. 

Minthara: 

The cool goth cousin you were always too intimidated to talk to as a child but who you grew up to really admire as an adult. She only comes to avoid the annoying guilt-tripping she’d have to endure should she skip. Is surprisingly personable once you get her high- almost like a Jekyll and Hyde thing going on. 

Bonus! Jaheira:

Your one Aunt who’s always exhausted, probably from having to rope her grown-ass children into doing normal things together as a family. Constantly can be heard whispering threats under her breath to them at the dinner table. Is always super nice and supportive to you though. 

Bonus! Minsc: 

Your outlier, kind of nuts Uncle who occasionally talks in the third person. Possibly from a head injury or maybe he was born like this. You can never get a straight answer. But he’s abstractly wise once you stop judging him by his initial appearance, and listen to what he has to say. Just don’t ask him about anything tangible like the moon landing, or if birds are real. Otherwise, you’re in for a long night. 

[zinnynia]

give ur opinions on every half life cast member go into details i want to see how ur brain functions

My opinion on the Half Life cast? I don’t have any/many opinions about most of them, so I’ll just not talk about those characters.

I’ll be going from least - most thoughts and opinions, starting with Lamarr.

Though, not really about Lamarr, but headcrabs in general. Out of every alien and enemy in Half Life, Headcrabs and Headcrab Zombies are the scariest to me. Idk man, they’re terrifying, and the concept itself is depressing.

D0g + Eli and Russell are all three very cute characters. I always love seeing them interact with Alyx, and their relationship with her is very sweet. D0g was made by Eli, and Alyx kinda just continued to add more to him, making him the D0g we all know and love. I haven’t completed my Half Life: Alyx run yet, but so far, Russell and Eli seem like really nice parental figures for her. Russell is funny, and has genuinely made me smile and enjoy his company in stressful situations, and Eli just seems like an overall great father. I think I have daddy issues.

I don’t really like Adrian. It’s not that I hate him, or like him at all. I mean, the art of him is kinda cute tbh, and maybe the angst and shit, but he doesn’t really hit the spot like Alyx, Gordon and Barney. I mean, his concept is kind of cool, I guess, but I really wish we could see more of him. Maybe in Half Life 3 (if it comes out), the G-Man could possibly use Adrian against Gordon, as sort of a way to “distract” the gang and make Adrian join the Combine ranks. ..I could be cooking some fanfic ideas for y’all, so PLEASEEE cook up some Combine Adrian AU fr fr. Make him hot too (I might have a thing for the Combine Ngl).

Alyx is girliepop. She ate, slayed, and left no crumbs. What I really like about her is that she doesn’t really idolize Gordon, like what most of the Resistance does. She treats Gordon like a normal human being, and has shown from time to time that she genuinely cares about him. I think she’s well written, but what I don’t really like is that she’s the “love interest” of Half Life. I don’t really think there needs to be romance, because the story is already pretty good. I also find Freemance kind of… iffy. Gordon kind of knew her when she was a baby, and I can’t imagine popping out 20 years later and some kid I knew started crushing heavily on me, or their dad starts shipping us together. But that’s controversial, and if you ship it, you do you. Not my business, and it’s all fictional. Plus, they’re both consenting adults, just the idea is kinda weird.

The G-Man’s concept really intrigues me, and I feel like a lot could be built off of him in Half Life 3 (if it ever comes out). I’ve written a Half Life OC kind of based around it, actually! Basically, the G-Man manipulates and uses resistance members to distract the gang, taking and stealing them, along with Alyx. This causes the gang to feel stressed and discouraged, hopeless even. Barney is nowhere to be found (he’s safe and untouched), so it’s just Gordon and Eli. I feel like a lot could be done with this, and builds more on the G-Man’s manipulative and antagonistic character. It would also be cool if the Combine joins forces with the gang, and defeat the G-Man, then agree on a truce, leaving Earth or co-exist together. I also just feel like I’m intrigued by the G-Man so much, mostly because I’ve written my story’s main antagonist similarity to the G-Man coincidentally.. and that’ll be a story for another post.

Last, but not least… Gordon and Barney omggg!!! Barney and Gordon are both my most favorite characters of Half Life, Barney especially. About a year ago, when I laid eyes on Barney, something inside of me literally just…. Clicked. I was like “I like this man. He’s my favorite character now.”

^^^ Pieces of artwork I made when I first got into Half Life))

I didn’t really understand it, until I really started to look into the fandom, realizing him and Gordon were best friends, and how he practically missed Gordon for 20 years, holding onto crowbars and thinking about the beer he owed Gordon. This REALLY hit me, as I’m in an oddly similar situation.

^^^ The him))

My childhood best friend and I were pretty close, despite knowing each other for only 2 years. We got split up, but met again, but never got the chance to reconnect and actually chat. But throughout the years, I always bought lockets, and sometimes items with sunflowers. Lockets, because he and I were BIG Undertale fans back then (also FNaF and Pokemon), and our parting gifts were paper heart lockets. Sunflowers, because of flower symbolism (wishful thinking, happiness, etc etc) and the idea of “Summer.” We always did everything together, like paper crafts. Another funny thing is that, after finding him again recently, our dynamic is somewhat similar to Freehoun in a way. Me being the more chatty one, while he’s a little more silent. My problem is that I'd rather hear him talk, because he’s really everything I’d want to talk about (no homo 4 him pls I swear). It’s also funnier that he’s a science guy and works out, and is taller than me. It’s giving……. Gordon to Barney.

It’s also funny that a lot of the fanfics I’ve read and liked remind me a lot of us. One fanfic had Gordon and Barney have a conversation, talking about how they can’t “resume” where things left off. That reminds me about a thing he told me one night, about how we weren’t the same people we were in 2nd and 3rd grade, but truthfully I didn’t love him (platonically) for who we were, but for who he is. On the topic of fanfics, I’ve written my fair share (2), and they’re all vents about him in the form of Freehoun! Though, they aren’t technically romantic, they could be interpreted as romantic.

^^^ Old artwork I made based off of my fanfic "Never Again."))

And speaking about Freehoun, I’m actually not much of a “Freehouner.” Sure, it’s cute, but I think they’re just really cute friends. The things they’d do in Black Mesa, and the beer. The way Barney looks at Gordon, and how upset his face was when he had to part ways in Episode 1. Anyways, it took me 7 years to finally have him back (technically 2 + 5, but we didn’t get time to really chat, so I add the 2 years), and I told him “I’d wait another 7 years if it means I’d get to talk to you again” and I also did kinda write him a 2 page (platonic) Valentines Letter that he DID kinda print out cus it was a google doc. Letters are kind of our thing, because I always gave him letters back then when I had a way to send them (via people/connections).

Plus, Gordon is kinda fine...... And Barney's really cute. Like??? PLEASEEEE who decided to make two good looking best friends like tf? And can we PLEASE TALK about how sad Barney looked at the end of Episode 1???? Shit still has be crying.

[puddleorganism]

Hey so for your hs au, we're the kids always big dragon things or did they become dragon things at some point via wacky sburb shit? Love the designs they are so cool

Thank you so much!!

The au was inspired by some posts I saw (can’t find them now 😔) that were essentially just talking about how cruel SBURB is, and it got me thinkin a bit.

At this point I’d already had the idea “hey what if godtier let them turn into big monsters” because, and you may notice a theme here, I really like big monsters. There was no lore at all at that point. They literally just. Were big monsters. For fun!

But I got thinking about it more, and kind of came to this conclusion:

Godtiering steals your life, your very humanity from you. It makes you a god, by definition. What if that was very literal?

So the au is everyone starts out like normal, but once you godtier things start to get weird. It starts small, a single pair of wings (which, ironically they don’t actually use to fly. They could, but they still have their floaty godtier powers (and honestly there’s a whole lot of lore around THAT too)). The more you use your godtiering powers and the more time you spend as a god, the less you really… fit inside a human/troll/etc. shape, anymore, and the more your body starts to morph into something larger and grander. Something more befitting of those who have mastered the game.

And that’s basically it, that’s the only way this au diverges from canon. It’s essentially a re-skin of an au lmao

I will say the gods can return to a human shape, but only visually and it’s difficult. They sort of come to embody their aspects - literally - so if they can figure out a way to condense or conceal their aspect, they can in turn condense themselves to be something smaller. Like I said, it’s tricky though. It’s probably something they would’ve only figured out post-canon. That, and it’s something they have to consciously maintain. If they don’t, the rest of them starts to “bleed through” back into visible reality in weird ways. Since it’s all tailored to their aspect it looks different for each of them. I want to draw Dave bleeding through sometime because I have a really cool idea for what it would look like for him.

One last thing, more of a design note than anything. I actually… don’t really like their designs yet. Well, I guess it’s more that they’re not really what I want yet? I do like some of them (especially Dave’s, Dave might not need any revisions actually). While designing them I really want to model them after two concepts:

1. Illuminated manuscripts and heraldic beasts, because the classes are based off of medieval fantasy and I think it’d be sick to reference that.

2. Eldritch/cosmic horror, because that more than anything emphasizes that they don’t really belong in any one universe anymore, and also emphasizes their loss of mortality and thus, in a way, life.

I feel like most of them lean too far towards either one, and aren’t balanced between them like I want. Hence why I’m unsatisfied with them atm! I am very glad you like them though :)

[ambroise-framboise]

Today I present you : The ACCIDENTAL WATCHERIFICATION OF GRIAN au

Aka I’m going back to a beloved trope of mine, accidental deitification but I slap it on my current interest, Hermitcraft.

SO !

We all know the “Grian is a Watcher” AU (well, lots of us do know it, it’s a pretty famous fanon grian thing, be it in fanfics or fanart and such).

Most of the time I see it, it’s a “Grian was a normal player, but got yoinked in Evo by the (evil/neutral/benevolant, choose your favorite flavor) Watchers tm. They (tried to/did) turn him into one. Sometimes he has to escape because they’re Bad, sometimes they’re just annoying. He gets cool powers and eyes, wings sometimes and Purple.”

This is a classic. BUT ! What I am suggesting now is something I haven’t really seen before, which is a shame bc it’s ; interesting, funny imo, and also meta. (If it exists, I missed it oopsies sorry lmao)

What if Grian, after Evo, did NOT become a Watcher bc he got turned into one by them. In fact, the existance of Watchers is debatable here. He might never have actually met one, and their exact role/meaning doesn’t really matter. They might even not exist ! That’s up to you.

Grian, is an avian/shapeshifter whatever, living now on Hermitcraft. He does his little videos, streams, whatever you want to make him a somewhat public figure (like Hermits often are in the mcyt multiverse). What matters is that for SOME reason, people BELIEVE he is a Watcher HIDDING HIS TRUE SELF. And BECAUSE OF THEIR BELIEF he gradually actually BECOMES ONE.

The more he tries to protest, convince them it's not the case, the more they think they're right, and the worse it get (like, he starts to physically manifest Watcher traits (preconceived ones, THE EXISTENCE OF WATCHERS AND WHAT THEY ARE EXACTLY/MEAN BARELY IMPACTS IT, bc his transformation, DEIFICATION is all hinged on players’ belief. Not actual facts.) Anyways, man starts to get the “typical” (aka stereotypical) Watchers traits as times goes on, which only make things worse because SEE SEE, he has the eyes and the purple, clearly they were right !

It would be both a comedy of errors, misunderstandings, coincidences AND some good old horror (body and other kinds), bc Grian DID NOT sign up for this.

Also this is funnily meta because he gets turned into a Watcher by the true watchers, who most of the time don’t realise who/what they are, and the power they hold. It’s a bit of a self-fulfiling prophecy, you see. And Grian is the unwilling puppet dancing to the whims of forces he cannot control.

I gotta write a fic about this, this is a really neat concept. Comedy and horror my beloveds, especially when they go hand in hand.

(If YOU want to write something yourself, or draw idk, feel free to !!! just @ me so I can see it and, like, cry or something about it in the comments.)

This was not supposed to be a meta concept. This was supposed to be a funny “ahah, he got turned into a watcher because of a misunderstanding and the power of belief”. I actually have a fic more or less based on that kind of idea in another fandom, bc I was part of a whole ass event where we used that kind of concept.

I looove the "beliefs of others influence what/who your are" tropes, be it in the positive, negative, literal or not way Shoutout to my fav fanfic of a long long time for having introduced me to that concept (not a HC one, it’s Make a Wish, a HP fic on ffnet from the early 2000s lmao, truly a classic) Pls interact about this, brain is going brrrr and I needed to share it.

(Also this came to be after reading a few fics where someone on HC worships Xelqua/Grian, who is like pls stop I don’t wanna hear your prayers wtf. I thought it’d be funny if they did pray to Xelqua but Grian wasn’t actually a Watcher. And then the potential of The Power of Belief tm hit me like a brick and here we are.)

[cookinary]

Werewolf Chai AU

Some people were curious so here’s what I got so far for this AU!

SPOILERS FOR HI-FI RUSH AND THE POST-GAME, PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK

So a few months after the post-game, the second SPECTRA computer gets plugged back in (probably by a clumsy bot or something)

AI Kale gets back online and starts plotting for revenge

He manages to get his hands on Chai (he either get some bots to kidnap Chai or he mind-controls him just enough to lead him where he wants)

Instead of simply using Chai to do his bidding, AI Kale decides to "upgrade" Chai

He turns him into a cybernetic werewolf like Roquefort

And cranks the mind-control up to 11

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In his wolf form, Chai still has his music player visible in his chest (it looks tiny tho)

His robot arm/paw is aesthetically different from his normal arm/paw

He can still summon his guitar but it's HUGE now

Instead of using the little grabby thingy as a base, he straight up uses a steel beam

Talk about heavy bass

AAAAYYYYYYYY

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In his human form, Chai does not look that different

But since he's full cyber/robot now, he has junction (? is that the correct word?) lines visible all over his body like Roquefort does

They glow orange/yellow tho!

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Anyway, AI Kale sends Chai to get rid of the gang

It takes a moment for everyone to realize that "Oh shit, that huge cyber wolf is actually our beloved moron"

They can't fight Chai head on (Chai is already crazy powerful, now imagine him with Roquefort's strength) so they decide to go and destroy the SPECTRA computer instead

They do that by leading wolf Chai down to the secret room

And tricking him into crashing into the computer, effectively destroying it for good and freeing Chai from the mind control

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Chai actually finds his new body and powers pretty fucking cool

This ends up with him becoming even more fearless and excited when it comes to dealing with enemies

Much to everyone's dismay

"Chai, this Kem-Ono is highly unstable, you should—"

"I'M GONNA HUG IT"

"CHAI—"

Some things are subject to change but I think this is a solid base so here you go

I don’t have art for it yet but I’ll try to doodle some concepts between school work and stuff!

[aroace-elgyem]

My ideas for a NPMD Pokémon AU:

Okay so I know I’m not the only one to do this (shoutout @brokecorviknight ) but I’ve had this idea kinda rattling around in my brain and had to write it down.

Pete would have a blipbug (it’s perfect, blipbug is like a Pokémon version of him). I rly like the idea that he doesn’t have any Pokémon (he’s just not rly that kinda guy, y’know?) until steph takes him out to catch his first Pokémon and they see a blipbug and she’s like ‘okay, you HAVE to catch that”.

Steph would have some kinda cool Pokémon. I’m settling on Scizor because I love drawing it and also I love the idea of them both having bug types <3

Ruth would have a Toedscool. It matches her mushroom sweater and also just kinda feels like a nerd Pokémon, y’know? Like it’s kind of a weird goober creature. I love toedscool (had one on my Violet team) so this is also just an excuse to draw more of it lol).

Ritchie I’m not actually totally set on, cause I wanted him to have a Pokémon that has kind of an ‘anime’ vibe but the only one I could really think of was lucario. Think about it, lucario has these aura attacks, it’s fighting type, and in smash bros it has that whole ‘gets stronger the more damage it takes’ which just oozes a shounen energy to me. Problem is, it feels too cool for Ritchie. Like, Ritchie’s Pokémon needs to be kinda toedscool tier in terms of coolness. Maybe it totally works in a ‘trying to hard’ kinda way, idk.

Okay so for Grace I’m gonna be totally transparent, this whole idea came up cause I saw fanart of what the characters teams would be and grace had 5 cute Mon and then a Yveltal. I love that concept, but I think Giratina works better cause it’s basically Pokémon Satan. She’d get Giratina post black book, before that her Pokémon would be Maushold, cause it’s cute, normal type, and it has this very family-values kinda energy (remember that bug that made it so it didn’t have an evolution animation and people memed the shit out of it cause like….what else does that imply if not sex??). Also the Pokédex says that the kids just sorta appear…which is hilarious and total feels like some shit grace would say.

Max has Gengar, it’s a kinda funny foreshadow/reference to him dying and I bet he uses his gengar to bully ppl/pull pranks.

I 100% wanna draw these at some point

[good-beans]

What do think of a Milgram next generation au? Like an AU where the prisoners (excluding amane) have kids?

Ooh, what an interesting concept! I've never thought of that before (besides crying over Mahiru’s dream family she mentioned lol) so this was real fun to think about >:) I’m assuming the Milgram events all occur, but somehow everyone makes it out and tries to move on with their lives as best as they can. It'd be really cool story of all these kids meeting up and slowly uncovering their parents trauma/secrets...

For a lighter tone, it could be a very cute “kid detectives meeting up and making a little club to talk about mysteries of the past with their weird pet rabbit :)” But of course you could keep the darker canon tone, and have these ordinary children from wildly different walks of life discovering the bloody secrets that have haunted their family.

Either way, it'd be cool to set it up the same way we’re discovering the crimes: the children get pieces of information here and there as their parents let things slip, they check a story from an old news site, they catch details here and there from the locals. The group tries to put all the pieces together with limited snapshots and comments. There are no judgements -- it definitely leans into the mystery/story elements.

I'm sure their time in Milgram would drastically change the original prisoners, so some of their children would be shocked to find out what their parents were doing back in the day... I think a few of them would move far away, or want nothing to do with the others, so it takes their children a bit of digging to track down the other kids like them. Even if their parents are enemies, the children can all get close over their unique situation. I'm also a sucker for siblings who aren't close to find a better relationship through discovering the family secrets.

For an even darker tone, though, the original prisoners could have been wrongfully released or escaped back into the real world -- so years later, Milgram collects the children into the prison to judge them instead (sins of the father and all that). Instead of extracting mvs from them, the child and warden are forced to watch their parents’ videos and are interrogated about that. In this case, there'd be a weird dynamic in which they're learning to hate their parents (for the cruel things they did or for being the reason they're currently imprisoned) while also working really hard to defend them to the warden so that their family is forgiven. Similarly, there's an interesting relationship between them and the warden: these new prisoners criticize their decisions while also working together to solve the details of the parents' crimes.

I don't have a ton of specific headcanons on the cast, but a few roles in the group I can picture:

Kazui becomes much more honest after everything -- his children end up with leader roles because they have the most information on milgram/his crime.

Alongside them, Kotoko's kid would take after her mannerisms and become a leader as well. Out of Fuuta, Mahiru, and Mikoto's kids, half of them don't mind their parents' conflicts, while the other half act like they should carry on that legacy. I don't think Kotoko's kid themself feels the need to carry on her work, but will definitely defend her actions no matter what.

Shidou’s child would be put in a really weird spot, hearing how much he mourned those that came before. Feeling like a replacement, or not living up to the idea of his previous family, they act just as melancholy as him. Yuno's child also has a strange survivors guilt sort of thing going on.

In a normal-world setting, Fuuta's kid is the one to track the others down and get in touch with them. (But they're just as hotheaded as he was at that age, so another member has to do the actual recruiting lol)

Mahiru tries to move on from the events of Milgram, so her child is the most shocked that their mother was involved in a death and trial like this.

I think there'd be a solid mix of kids who are exactly like their parents, and the complete opposite. I like the idea of Haruka’s kid becoming the friendly, talkative one who really brings the group together <3

[maythearo]

Hi, hello feel free to ignore this because this is literally just me ranting about what cryptids/creatures the Twst x MH cast could be (also I’m not sure if you said who does the gossip page in the Au, but I like to imagine it’s cater) Okay, so I’m not completely sure how the shark part of it would fit, but azul being the Lusca or a kraken (also very unlikely and I’m not sure how it would even be incorporated into his design but Nessie azul is so funny to me, because nessie is popular among humans who believe in cryptids and azul realizing that humans find him interesting and sometimes cute is so funny to me) also, Kalim as a king otter, based solely off of Floyd’s nickname for him (can you tell I like the fish mafia?) is so cute for me, because you could give him clawed hands and larger then normal canines (since the king otter is also called the water hound) I think the only not fitting part of it is that it’s a carnivore (although I guess if you ignore some parts of the legend it kinda resemble jamil and kalim’s characters during jamil’s overblot…if you squint) also kinda wild idea, but silver as a wendigo or a not deer because of his whole forest animals liking him thing? (Or maybe a harpy?) I’m going to end this here before it gets too long, because I will start ranting about ideas for everyone

I had many conflicting thoughts on what the Octavinelle trio would be in this AU.. because aside from the obvious part that I'd make them sea monsters, I didn't know WHICH kind of sea monsters they could be :(

I'm not too familiar on the specifics or lesser known cryptids/creatures in general- but I find your listing of names very creative and fitting!! I even had to search for some of those mentioned since I've never even heard about half them wldnwpdjwl and they're actually so cool! I rlly got to find a wiki of creatures or something to browse for more ideas..

If you or anyone got more ideas for monsters in this AU, I would love to hear it! I'm not sure which of the concepts I'd stick with, but it's always nice and fun to hear other people's opinions and takes on the cast!

[koszmarnybudyn]

Hey! I know it’s been like… a year, but do you still have any thoughts about your DNDads magical girl au?? It looks really cool and I’m a bit late to the party!

Soooo this made me revisit my old designs and since i improved a lot i just might re-do some of them, still keeping mostly to the ogs. Also hi im sorry for not replying earlier (this has been sitting in my ask box for a whileee) but i'm happy people are still intrested in it.

Honestly i've been thinking about the og dads as magical girls more lately but unfortunetly i suffer from can't draw middle aged man and give them justice yet syndrome so I havent yet.

I'm honestly always half thinking about making a whole ass comic out of this au because i absolutly adore it as a concept (if any actual writters wanna hit me up feel free to i have vague ideas but im not much of a writter).

But well i think the teens got their powers from a generational thing maybe, like the kiddads had some magical gems that belonged to the odyssey dads and just before they were kidnapped they passed them onto the kids. (Lark and Sparrow had one half of a stone/gem), oh and so Normals gem is cracked perhaps and that's why he struggles with his powers maybe?!) (can you tell im basiclly making all of this on the fly?)

Also the gems would change color slightly depending on the user (thought i dont think they would do a lot because in my head each family has their color and it doesnt change much)

Each magical girl has their own theme (it can be a mix of stuff, and sometimes its pretty vague) but i had a few designs/ideas floating aroung for the kiddads with Sparrow with a wolf theme (and maybe he and Lark having a sun and moon motif), TJ with a wizard+wampire+some mcr/goth influences etc.

The plot is a lot like canon only more anime magical girl trope and i think i would enjoy a bit more slice of life since with an au we can afford that. The mayor would be a major villain, there would be a few one episode villains like in the early season stuff, and over the course of the series the plot would unveil.

Of course most of this is completly hipothetical since its mostly just the thoughts in my head but it is fun to think about, and i do genuinely wanna revisit this au :)

[ctommyisnt]

I cannot find the original ask game post fam and determine who’s already asked what so let’s just go with 5 or 24

Hi!!! Trust me I could barely find it either (and who knows if this is the one you were talking about) but I’ll answer both because I can’t help it

5. How do you translate the world of Minecraft to fit into your fanfics when you keep the original setting?

THIS is actually one of my favorite things to do; worldbuilding in general is probably one of my favorite hobbies. I once created an au that was about tommyinnit waking up in an alpha world and has to survive. As he explored he slowly helps the world ‘update’ in a sense, either by encouraging or freeing spirits (his friends, this wasn’t fleshed out as much) or just by surviving. It culminated in him going to the end in a later update and talking to Phil (the end) and Kristin (the world) in a very ‘end poem esque’ conversation. The mechanics of Minecraft being thrown into a real life adjacent world is SO INTERESTING!! I have ideas for probably everything. The dragon, enchanting, animal mechanics, everything. The visuals I have of a Minecraft world in my head are magical and I’m really trying to learn how to paint bc I want to put it on paper SO BAD. Trust me I could rant about this forever especially if I had specific questions. I want to write that fic idea (maybe with Tommy, maybe with someone else since that interest has mostly died down) someday if I can, but I think just the idea of being a player, being love, because the world loves you, is such a magical concept that I wish would be explored world. I also have really fun apocalypse theories for Minecraft because wouldn’t that be so cool (THE BONES. THE FUCKING BONES)

Also I highly reccomend reading Minecraft: the island. It was written by the same guy who wrote World War Z and it fantastically explores the idea of a normal person ending up in Minecraft in ways that feel just so realistic. Hilarious read.

24. What work would you like to talk more about

Oooh that’s hard. I only have one ‘real’ wip rn (shoutout @thesentientmango your a real king) bc with real life everything else has taken a back burner, but I have like six main wips from when I was in the dsmp fandom that I hold close to my heart. But also another one based on the song For the Departed by Shayfer James.

It’s about grian who used to be a watcher but ran away to escape that life once he formed connections with people (evo) and has been in hiding in hermitcraft. One day the watchers fine him, but sensing his desperation they offer him a choice. Either he comes with them, back to his family, or he can stay here with these humans, but he must take part in the watchers and their stories that they will do with his friends (which Grian is well aware what the watchers can and will do). He goes with the second, condemning his friends to torture, because he can’t stand to leave them behind and join the watchers. This begins the life series and every winner gets to keep a much clearer memory of the games (the games are like a fever dream during and after). And then scar wins, and finds out what Grian did, and the watchers find out scar knows, and offer him the same choice Grian did. Wonder what scar took huh

Anyways I probably shouldn’t have ranted about that au bc this post is LONG but I can’t help it. The song is revolutionary I highly recommend and let me know what you think of my aus (wow I ranted about two in one post crazy)

[lilbitofmac]

Any (sfw) ironstrange fic refs?

Sorry for the late response on this— my memory is always pretty spotty, so I have trouble recalling good fics to recommend!

I’ll give you a top ten request, how about that? These are all AO3 fics!

End of Infinity by FriendlyNeighborhoodFangirls — I feel like if you’re a big shipper of ironstrange, you’ve gotta check out this absolute masterpiece of a fic!! It’s a suuuper slowburn, clocking in at 291+ chapters and still ongoing. Normally, I don’t read fics that aren’t finished, but trust me this one had me sobbing for days. Check out their other works, as well!!

The Blood in Your Veins by Aelaer — Wowowow, this fic absolutely shook me to my core. If you’re okay with some heavy angst, I would 10000% recommend this. Aelaer’s writing is so engaging and the care and understanding they have of Stephen and Tony’s perspectives and motivations are *chef’s kiss* Also, any fic that can actually make me care about the original characters within it? Automatically raises my respect for them.

The Sorcerer of Ephemeral Colors by Imagined — I LOVE FANTASY AUs FOR THIS SHIP!!!! Mage Stephen and Prince Tony go together so fucking well, I could go absolutely insane UGGHH!! This is another big boy fic, but the progression and story-telling, as well as the world-building are done so well!! If you like Fantasy AUs, you’ll love this fic!

(Sober) Companion by funkylittleidiot — It’s been a minute since I read this one, but I was thinking about picking it up again! Another AU fic, this time No Powers with the twist of Stephen helping people recover from their addictions! I wasn’t so sure about the premise at first, but honestly I loved how the author handled the subject matter from what I can remember. Heavy on the Tony angst. I really just love fics where Stephen takes care of Tony =w=;; I think this one is sfw? I really need to reread it 😅

The One to Bet On by airas_story — UGHHHH I LOVE THEIR WORK SO MUCH!!!! This is another fic that’s still ongoing! I am absolutely a SUCKER for time traveler Tony. It is so interesting to see what he does in the past to fix the future, and so far I’m really enjoying where they’re taking the story! Check out their other fics, as well, if you enjoy this one!!

Embers by surveycorpsjean — Idk man this is just a soft fic with these two 🥺💕 Steve and the other Avengers do make an appearance; there’s no character bashing or anything like that, but they don’t take up too much time in the fic! Stephen is just so smitten in this, and I absolutely adore it. Also another author you should check out their other works!

A witch’s cat by harpywrites — TONY GETS STEPHEN A CAT, AND ITS THE CUTEST THING EVER UGGHHH!!! Such a soft, feel-good fic, I absolutely love how Harpy writes Tony here. Seriously, if you just want a quick fic to make you smile, this is the one for you. If you want some heavy Stephen angst, though, check out the rest of Harpy’s works!! She loves to torture the poor sorcerer 💀

dream a little dream of me by DarkKitty1208 — You asked for sfw fics, so I’m not sure how deep angst can get before you call it quits? But if you’re cool with it, I highly recommend this one. Heavy Stephen angst with Tony helping him through his struggles; the imagery in this fic is stunning!!! Kitty has a very good understanding of Stephen and his struggles, so it’s super engaging to see this man trying and failing to cope with his demons! If you want more Stephen angst, check out Kitty’s LIBRARY of fics. Stephen never catches a break istg.

The Affection Thief by airas_story — I’m cheating by including them again on this list, but mostly it’s because I’ve run out of sfw fics 😅 THIS ONE IS SO DAMN CUTE!!!! Stephen gets turned into a cat and shenanigans ensue!! It’s such a simple concept, but the way my heart melted at how they wrote Stephen in this *sobs*

Annnd I’ll cheat for the final one, too.

Prophets in the Graveyard by FriendlyNeighborhoodFangirls — Another Fantasy AU fic because god I can’t get enough of them!!! This time with a murder mystery twist ohohoho! Another long boy with a slowburn because I love to torture myself in the best of ways. Again, this author just handles world-building, pacing, and characterization so so so fucking beautifully in their works. If you haven’t read from them, I beg of you to check out their fics!!

(Honorable Mention: you should absolutely also check out atypicalsnowman’s collection of works. I particularly love their “whatever souls are made of” fic, but it does have eventual smut!! Just seeing how Stephen and Tony would navigate a situation where they use a soul bond to defeat Thanos is ugghh so good.)