#two quiet protags meet....

[invitetruth]

color theory

@kanabiveil

Yu's nearly convinced the entire world has gone grey, until he finally spots another person—someone who is decidedly not monochrome, instead entirely a shade of blue. It's probably time to try and find some answers.

"Hello," He approaches. "I'm sorry to bother you, but do you know anything about...this?" Yu vaguely gestures, since there's not really an adequate way to fully describe this situation, nor how empty he suddenly feels inside. It's unnerving. "I thought everything had lost its color, but it seems like that's just me."

[kanguin]

Ideal show:

Slow paced adult audience portal fantasy anime where a shutin dies in an accident, unfulfilled, unaware of who he really is, but is reincarnated into a fantasy world with a demon king situation. Standard fare. However, instead of getting going right away, the protagonist stays depressed and doesn't even attempt to start the quest he was given until he meets a high energy local adventurer lady, and through helping out with a sudden incident in town, protag and the adventurer form the first true friendship he's ever had. He finds her attractive, but doesn't say as much, as it he quickly finds out via a run in with her ex that she's a lesbian. Turns out, this magical world is enthusiastically and normalizing-ly accepting of queer people, and that actually comforts him greatly for some reason, even though he's pretty sure he's a straight guy; must just be happy for the people here.

His new friend encourages the him to go on and start the quest to defeat the demon king. It's a long journey, and will take years, but if he's prophesied to be the hero, then he's the only one who can do it. There's just one problem, the one prophesied to kill the demon king is a woman. Surely then he must have just misheard, clearly he must have been summoned to HELP the hero, which while disappointing and less glamorous, eases the burden somewhat. So the two gear up for their journey, and the protagonist purchases a magical item from a shop, a bracelet said to help the wearer reach their true potential. If that potential is heroism, it helps you build muscle and strengthens your bones. If that potential is music, your dexterity and fine motor skills slowly improve. Whatever change needs to be made, will be made. So surely, if a nobody like protag is taking to help defeat the demon king, that will be necessary.

The two set off, heading through more and more difficult areas as their quest takes them toward the heart of evil. Slowly but surely, protag gets stronger and faster, hell this bracelet is even smoothing out his skin. With his friend's help, protag slowly catches up to her, but not before she advances further. His adventurer friend has flings from time to time, but this doesn't really bother him, he's just happy she's happy. However the adventurer is getting confused, because she's certain she's not into men, but sometimes the light catches her friend's eyes, or glows off his hair, and she feels... Funny.

As time passes, protag's hair gets longer, from many uncut months, but it's also getting denser and more voluminous, and his hand, despite getting stronger wielding shields and swords, are also getting softer. Maybe the bracelet is trying to sighal to him to live a quiet life? But hey his stomach's getting flatter, even if it's all just shifting down to his thighs. Eh, must be there to build muscle, right?

(more under cut, this started out as a simple wishlist of ideas but ballooned into a full vague framework of a story)

But slowly, this new world challenges the protagonist on facts he took for granted. He meets people who were born one way, only to find they would rather be another, and starts to question what it even means to be a man, or if it even meant the same thing to him as other men. It means nothing to him though... Slowly, he stops trying to prove his manliness at times, and just, wants to be himself. But he's starting to question who he even is; new experiences keep making the protagonist think back to their old life, and reanalyze some things they never gave any time of day. Suddenly they're relating less and less to men, and really, truly feeling happy in the company of women. Perhaps it's just because men bullied them?

Meanwhile, the protagonist is looking... Prettier? And smiling when they see themself in the mirror? They're normally a sad snarker, but their adventurer friend is starting to be thrown off guard by their genuine joy along the journey. And... Kind of attractive, but holy shit what??? They're a guy, she doesn't swing that way, no way.

By the time they're halfway to the demon king's castle, they're greeted at a tavern as two "young ladies". Which throws the two of them for a loop, because clearly there's only one girl here, right there. Sure, the protag is pretty androgenous, always have been, so the mistake is easy to make, but... Wait have they always been androgynous? No they were clearly just some out of shape guy when they got here, why would getting in shape from a magic bracelet make that less defined. And that's when the two remembered.

The bracelet works off of the true self, the full potential of a person.

The two get a room at the in and realize they NEED to talk about what this means. The adventurer is excited, but protag is just confused. The adventurer shouts in joy that protag must be destined to ge a girl, that's why the prophecy seemed off. In a panic, protag checks their pants... Okay little buddy is still there. This, however, makes their friend crack up laughing. She's in hysterics at why they think becoming a girl means that would change. Sure, most girls have a vulva, she has one she says, but not all girls do. And if your truest, most ideal self still has a dick, there's no reason it would go anywhere.

Sure, they've been happier lately, and no longer hate seeing their face in mirrors, but do they really see themself as a girl? Wait, they've not really been referring to themself as a guy in a while, and somewhere along the line "he/him" just got dropped without them even noticing. Why does this suddenly put a lot of things from the past into context? Why does that feel like a weight off their increasingly heavier chest? Changes like this, so gradual you don't even notice, so right they just feel natural... maybe this is what they needed. Maybe this is what they've always wanted. Maybe when they arrived in this world, they weren't exactly the hero of legend, but maybe... maybe they want to become her?

This introspection greatly relieves their friend, who had grinned and bared that she must have stumbled into the responsibility, but never truly felt right taking the chosen hero's role just because of a little gender incongruence. Then again, everything about the backwards, if technologically advanced, world her friend came from makes sense why they just assumed it must be her instead.

When the pair got back on the road again, the two adventurers were working in better sync than ever. The friend native to this world started peppering in feminine terms when talking to and about the protagonist. She'd comment on "her" hair, ask a blacksmith to repair (and adjust) "this fine lady's armor". When the terms would hit a nerve, she'd back off, but slowly, the terminology started to make the protag smile sheepishly.

The protagonist wasn't the only one who was changing, of course. While both were becoming more skilled adventurers as they took on bigger and bigger missions, the more seasoned of the two found herself sitting closer on benches to her friend, stealing glances at night when they brush strands of hair out of their face, having to look away when the tent curtain isn't fully closed when the protagonist starts changing... Oh my god she's into her. Them. Whatever. At least protag isn't a guy after all?

The two of them pick up other party members along the way; some stay for a while, some leave, but by just after halfway there they're a pretty consistent team of four, and the other two are certain there's something between the co-leaders, but hell if they're going to poke that hornet's nest of drama, they have to hear the two of them fretting fruitlessly to themselves when the other isn't around as is.

2 years into the journey, and just looking at the protagonist, there's no clue she could have ever been mistaken for a man. Mere months from the demon king's castle, and she's gone from a joke the hordes can't take seriously to a fearsome warrior you don't approach, lest she strike you down with her blade or her crossbow-wielding situationship takes you out first.

Despite all the battlefield confidence, however, the protagonist and her oldest companion in this world still rest at a stalemate, where each have formed a wall of excuses for why they shouldn't approach the other about how they feel. Fighting is easy, navigating feelings is complicated, especially when the circumstances today are different from when they first met years ago. The demon king is mere months away, the party is ready to take him on, but that's bizarrely ever the topic of conversation. The mage and cleric find it not only amusing, but also reassuring, as if navigating complex social barriers is their biggest concern, then they're probably going to be just fine.

That is, it's funny until it's gone on for 3 years, the captain's a clueless virgin, the co-captain stopped having hookups over a year ago, and both are pent up to high heaven.

Then one day, just before they get to the demon castle, the impending threat cracks the surface of the tension, and the protagonist confesses to her companion, even though she knows her friend only dates women, she just has to confess. To this, her friend calls her an idiot for not realizing that isn't an issue, it hasn't been for a long time. She does reciprocate those feelings though, she was just worried the protagonist had long ago written her off as an option after she made it clear she wasn't into men, even though things had changed. In relief, the two laugh, sob, and hug, before pulling away into a long overdue kiss.

The party, newly resolved of tension, gathers their materials, and lays absolute shit into the demon king. The three years that it took to get here had honed all of them into fine warriors, but most of all the protagonist's bracelet had made her into the perfect weapon to slay the evil tyrant. With a decisive slash, the absolute evil that had plagued this land was now without his head, and the hordes of his armies that witnessed this cowered in fear of their defeat.

It would take many more years before the rest of his forces in the land outside the path the party cleared were stamped out, but the root had been thoroughly ripped out and the land could heal and rebuild without threat of absolute destruction for once in many millennia. The protagonist and her "best friend" would go on to get married, and after a few more years helping stamp out the dark army's remnants, the two would settle down in a small town, open a shop, and most of all be happy.

Maybe they stay monogamous, maybe they find a third person they both fall in love with. Maybe they eventually open the relationship but have each other as their anchors they always come home to. Maybe just the one from the magical world originally goes back to hookups on the side with her wife's blessing. I don't care how it's handled (though shirking monogamy in a story is always welcome), but I need a story like this put to animation in my lifetime. Maybe I might write my own story off this framework someday, fleshed out into a full narrative with actual names and locations, but if something like this gets put into production, which is a pipe dream I know, I would truly die happy. I love portal fantasies and their opportunity to explore a world unlike ours, and the opportunity for fish-out-of-water tales that help the protagonist grow into a better version of themself bring me so much joy. So to take this genre that is so often male wish fulfillment, and make it something that reflects my fantasies as a queer trans feminine person, it would just make me so happy.

I hope what I wrote is enjoyable by anyone who reads this, and I sincerely hope I don't have to mute this post from terf backlash or something. If you got to the end here, thank you so much, from the bottom of my heart.

[symphonic-scream]

More of Fool Makoto Swap

So, things start much earlier. The one running the scene in the bad guy sense is Kaneshiro, and he takes care of anyone investigating him. Which includes taking out two investigators about to blow things wide open.

He goes to their private office, threatens them to back off, and they don't. On the way out, he's seen, heard making his threats. Makoto is ten when she watches him walk away. She's ten when her parents drive off the road later that night. She's ten when she's separated from her older sister by adoptive parents who couldn't care less about her, only took her in cause of the money they'd get

Makoto doesn't hear from her sister for years. She believes the whole time that Sae didn't wanna have anything to do with her. She keeps her head down, does as she's told. Until, she gets caught breaking one of the house rules. She kisses a girl.

So, she's accused of stealing money from her adoptive parents, and they throw her out. Luckily, they don't actually file charges against her. But, she's 15, and with nowhere. Until she's told she's being sent to Tokyo, cause she's going to live with her older sister

Sae Takemi, as she's known now, is a Criminal Investigator like their parents were. She's married to a doctor, Tae, and they've recently adopted a son. Morgana. She's missed her sister all this time, tried to call and send letters, but of course it was all blocked or burned

Makoto lives in the main house in this au, and Morgana as the Hermit is introduced from the start. As many of them as possible are, but that's semantics. Makoto lives in the basement, so she has her own space away to get used to things, and she adjusts to being allowed to be a teenager

She's less ostracised than Joker was. But, rumours start coming around. That she reason she's in Tokyo was cause her adoptive parents didn't want her anymore. Lies about how her sister only took her in cause she had to. Add on the fact that she shows up quiet, with her head down? Yeah. She's not really popular

(everyone is a year younger here so I can have Makoto and crew be in second year cause I want to)

Anyways. On her walk to her first day, she spots a girl. A kind of sad look to her, standing with an umbrella. And Makoto just stands there getting soaked in the rain, and maybe feeling a little gay, and before the other girl can say something, a car pulls up

It's Shido, a boy in his passenger seat. He greets the girl, Haru Okumura, and kicks his son out of the car so he can give her a ride

And that's how Makoto meets Goro. He scowls at the car driving off, curses out his perverted father, and they walk together. But they get sidetracked when they pass the local gov building two streets from the school

PALACE ONE IS SHIDO

He's using internships with Shujin to get at young girls. Keeps Goro there as an assistant to do dirty work in exchange for supporting his mom. Haru is only there cause her dad wants her to help the business from the gov side

Magician is Futaba. She's in the Metaverse kinda like Sophie I'll figure it out

They take shit down and I'm working on stuff past this but I do wanna say Makoto's persona? Based on Julie D'Aubigny. Fire Protag

After the first palace the gang all change up their school uniforms a bit. They all were proper before, because two of them were in political internships and one of them didn't want to do anything to draw attention

Goro adds a vest of some sort. Not uniform, and dark red. Haru gets like themed socks? Maybe kitty socks, something else that's kinda cute maybe. Makoto has a hoodie on under her blazer, dark blue and black. Also, pants.

Next palace? KAMOSHIDA. Ryuji comes in here, but he lives in Yongen, so he's run into Makoto during a jog here and there. He's a first year at Kosei, and he's been working with the track team and they're improving so Kamoshida starts taking the credit for it. Says if Ryuji says anything, his scholarship will go away

Then, idk who the palace ruler for 3 will be but the Priestess is Ren. He and his brother, Akira, are twin former child actors at Shujin, and are now trying to live normally. Says Ren, at least. Ren is the quieter twin, whereas Akira is snarky and known to be trouble in a kind of flirty, fun way

Ren, Akira, and Makoto are all members of Student Council together, so that's how they're shown earlier.

Hermit Palace is Morgana, it's like a cursed mausoleum, cause he thinks he curses those around him. Thinks he's responsible for the death of his parents, and for the misfortune he sees happening to his new moms, Sae and Tae

He's 10, as old as Makoto was when her life fell apart. So, she really feels for him. He's been silent since they met, withdrawn, all sad and shit. He doesn't go to school regularly either, and Sae and Tae mention to Makoto that he's nervous about a lot of things. That he sees the same therapist they have her going to as well

(Maruki, the Sun Confidant)

Morgana and Makoto really bond in this, as mock Big Sister Little Brother, cause she's technically his aunt. A big thing is he starts going to school again in the fall semester, and starts acting like a normal kid more

Like. I'm really centering on making this little family very healing. Sae and Tae are home as much as possible despite their busy jobs, and they make a show of celebrating accomplishments with dinner out

After that, well, it's Madarame Palace. Empress Yusuke! Still working on the details here, but Makoto would've encountered him by now so he's not just introduced in the second to last act and not getting development

Oh and I'm working on Faith Ann, too

Justice in this? It's Akira. The Palace before Kaneshiro is Wakaba, whose daughter is in a coma cause of the research she was doing for Kaneshiro (psst that's the Futaba origin story) and then the holy grail and shit

I think that's most of what I have for this?? But yeah. The Thieves here would be very close, and I'd make sure they're shown as actual friends, like the IT. Almost like family, y'know?

I'm thinking for the Temperance, I might do Iwai. I havent done that variation of him yet, and I think it could work. And maybe Counselor Yoshida? That or Kawakami

Anyways WHAT DO YALL THINK

[petorahs]

what are your headcanons about Juliana and Florian?

oughhghghg where to begin

Both

-Juliana (Jules for short) and Florian (Flori, Flor, etc) are twins! Juliana is the older one. This is inspired by the fact that... they look so similar in their official art! All the recent protags all do but these two take the cake. It's so funny to me. -they look so similar in fact, that they could be body doubles! but that's totally wrong and unethical they'd never... right? -I like the HC that they're both from Galar (their mom having Skwovet and using a British term early-game, the Galarian pokemon stickers in their room, etc). They're both Paldeans, but were raised there before moving back to their hometown with mom.

-Fun thing about Scarlet/Violet is that they're such huge games that it's totally justifiable to have dual protags doing different things. Because of this, I decided to have Juliana handle the 'battle-heavy' routes like Victory Road while Florian, who is more research-focused (and has main character syndrome) features more in The Hidden Treasure arc. -I can't decide on who really does Starfall Street yet, but I'd like for Path of Legends to be the both of them helping Arven since it's the most plot-heavy and has to do with endgame. -Don't ask how but both Koraidon and Miraidon exist at the same time and the twins are their trainers. -In my recent art of them, you'll notice Juliana and Florian's eyes get all blue/crystal-like! this is an effect of their time in Area Zero/being exposed to that much Terastal energy. just them though, no one else...

Florian

-additionally, Flo's hair turns from a purply-brown to pink post-game because he's named "Haruto" in Jp, meaning spring. this carries over across all languages! I wanted to evoke a sense of a blossom coming to life over the course of his journey.

-hates battling because his sister will always be better at it than him, so he vastly prefers pokemon catching instead. (Galar's League-focus/prominence made him sickkkk. he was glad to move) -helped Jacq complete the Paldean, Kitakami and BB pokedex because of that. they're tight, the both of them. -his smile never reaches his eyes, early-game. -he is not naturally kind, nor does he see himself as the 'hero' of the story (that was always Juliana, not him), but he fakes being a main character to make people think he's just as good (this is also a byproduct of Galar's culture tbh) -that's why he seems like the more extroverted of the two, but really, he's just as quiet as her behind doors. -tbh even the fact that he has one beauty mark under his eye instead of two like his twin sis bothers him... blud thinks he'll never be enough! -Koraidon's trainer

-after meeting Kieran, Florian tried to be kind from a genuine want instead of to impress people. he wanted to be the 'hero of the story' that Kieran saw him as... and not because he needed to be out of his sister's shadow. Kieran made him want to try. -like the only way I see him winning during BB League wasn't because he was the main character who always wins, but because winning was the only way he could be friends with Kieran again. -his arc will conclude when he learns to be kind and do things out of selflessness :) which is why he takes a Tera Blast during the Indigo Disk's climax, the ultimate act of selflessness. help. sorry man it was for character development...

Juliana

-The actual main hero of the story. Really insanely strong in battles. like just straight up a beast -Juliana's names mean "youth", so she stays the same, forever a young battle prodigy Florian tries to match (but can't...). Also, youth to me can mean the future, which is why she's the Miraidon trainer! -Another reason why she's Miraidon trainer is because she can't express herself how she wants... she can't emote easily and speaks monotonously, like a robot. -Her arc would conclude when she learns that the people worth keeping in life are the ones that get her even when she doesn't feel "normal" :]]] true treasures. -big eater -read once that having beauty marks under your eyes means you'll have "trouble in love" and tried to scrub hers off... really envies Florian for having just one and thinks Flo's some kind of romance genius. goes to him for love advice one day and it freaks him out (he's having just a complicated time as any teen!!!)

-Heavily inspired by Pokemon Special's take on her. like look at her she's so cool.

[ghosts-in-season]

Cherry Wine - Cotag

Pairing; Cotag (ELEHITCH Coworker × Protag)

Words; 767 (More of a drabble than anything else!!)

Genre; Fluff :3 they have a little boogy and some insults get thrown

Summary; When you want to dance, make sure a partner is near by! (Inspired by Cherry Wine by Grent Perez)

uhhhh this is my first time posting something like this to tumblr so im sorry if it's,,, bad,,,,

Protag shifted nervously, thumbs picking at under his nails as he watched the dizzying waltzes in front of him. Beside him stood his co-worker. For the sake of convenience, he had always called him “Co-worker.” The taller blonde didn't seem to mind as he always responded to the prompt.

“Are you alright? You look like you've got ants in your pants.”

The male blinked as he looked down at his work partner. It had been around two years since they saw each other out of that elevator. It was… An awkward meeting but that wasn't the focus of now. Protag stared at him with an annoyed huff.

“Well, yeah I've never been to something this fancy before.”

“Yeah, I can tell. You're literally dripping sweat and anti-social-ness.”

After the couple of years they have been working together, Protag thought he would be used to Co-Worker's scathing remarks. It would seem not. The bluntness only made him rather annoyed, in all honesty. But at least it was by Co-Worker.

Suddenly, the song changed. Everyone changed pace to suit a quicker pace. Protag's eyes lit up. He's… heard this song before. A sweet melody that was similarly jazzy and fast, a song that carried passion and risk. He remembered listening to it on a record that his parents let him have.

His feet tapped as he found himself watching in quiet awe. God, he wished to be dancing carefree like the other employees at this gala. He sighed, letting his true feelings slip out in front of his fellow employee.

“You like this song?”

The taller blonde asked, a softness to his voice. It was quiet. Usually his voice was boisterous and grabbed everyone's attention but now… He was speaking directly to Protag. Like it was just for him to hear

“A-Ah, yeah actually.”

Protag grins sheepishly, his hand moving to scratch the back of his neck.

“It was a good song, I learned to dance to it but I often let the music control me and my dance partners found it… annoying.”

Protag looked away, waiting for the laughter and mocking to start. It was clear he was an easy target tonight. But it seemed that it never came. Instead a large hand reached out to him warmly.

“We don't have to dance here. Just out there.”

Co-worker tilted his head towards the open doors behind them. There was an empty hallway yet it was still spacious enough to dance and let the music spill through.

Protag blinked.

“What? Are you serio– ACK–”

And just when he thought Co worker was being uncharacteristically nice to him, he was sweeped away. Out the doors and into the hallway, his flashy grin brighter than any chandelier lighting the way. He spun Protag around as he struggled to keep up.

Then they assumed the usual waltzing stance.

“C'mon I was convinced you didn't have two left feet y'know.”

He teased quietly, that grin still painted onto his handsome features. Protag rolled his eyes as he sighed.

“I'll show you then.”

The music was reaching its high as the both of them spun and danced, filling the halls with their entertained laughter and mild dancing offences. But as soon as the piano and saxophone picked up, it was like…

Something clicked.

The two of them in sync, Protag twirling around as the two of them were close but never tripping. Not once in this sequence. Co-Worker looked on in admiration for his partner. He was truly lost in the music, eyes closed yet never missing a beat. He was star struck.

And as that ending got faster and drew quicker, Co-Worker placed a firm hand on Protag's waist as the other gasped. He looked up with wide eyes as the blonde dipped him low. The golden light of the room shone like a halo above his eyes.

The crowd clapped at the performers but that was just white noise as the two men looked at each other with admiration deep in their eyes. They were panting yet they still felt electricity in their fingertips and in their toes. After a while, they parted.

“That was nice.”

Co worker mumbled out as Protag nodded in agreement. It was awkwardly silent as they were a little embarrassed that the both of them got a little lost in their own world.

“Shall we…?”

“Y-Yeah, of course.”

Protag spoke, tripping over his words as his face warmed up. They entered the room again, Protag feeling lighter than air. And just as he entered, Co worker's pinky grasped his own.

He smiled, and watched the next number begin.

[pareidolla]

a new au (stp voices as the protags of scarlet hollow, simultaneously) has hit the pareidolla

long long long rambling under cut:

plot bunnies

i'm thinking this au would happen after the strange beginnings ending instead of a standard modern au. the construct collapses after tlq departs with stranger, and the voices are forcibly expelled to the nearest world.

all eleven of them wake up weird clothes. the only other person with them, some weird guy, says they're on a "bus" headed for "scarlet hollow." weird stranger notes they've must have traveled far judging by their british accents (what the hell is a british???)

tabitha's eyes bulge as her cousin (hero) steps out of the bus followed by ten other people like it's a clown car. cue hero's panic as he plays along, apologizing profusely to this scary woman who's apparently his relative (???) and learns he's here for her mother's funeral (!?!!!?) fortunately, oppy cuts in and calms things down

i think the voices would be mainly separated, as opposed to all eleven of them being there for every scene and it playing out beat-for-beat like it does in the game.

for instance, only a few of the voices, particularly hero, would be driven to the estate by tabitha while the others would be forced to walk. some might hit the library, the general store, or the diner first and meet different characters then. broken definitely perks up at the mention of a church

i think hero should get to look at a bird. as a treat

trait justification

mm i've been puzzling over traits for awhile. some voices are a natural fit for a trait while others less so, and picking two for all eleven is going to require some serious stretching. i know some of the npcs in scarlet hollow have one trait but it feels... mean? lazy? to skimp out on giving everyone two traits

i think it makes sense for hero, broken, and cheated specifically to be playing hard mode. the latter because suffering defines them and the former because, try as he might, hero simply won't be able to save everyone

hero makes sense to be power build i think, i think? it's not only strength but protection, and who is he if not the the long quiet's guard? a bit stumped on a third trait however...

if i could then i would give everyone the hot trait (♡) but being hot is more about how readily people trust/like you than it is about appearances. hero's kindness would disarm most people, meanwhile smitten and opportunist make a great effort to charm others

opportunist was also made for street smarts. i just know this little weasel would lie his ass off to tabitha, sucking up to her and complimenting the scarlet estate every chance he got, before immediately gunning for the forbidden wings the moment she was out of sight. worst man alive /aff

i feel pretty comfortable in the talk to animals + keen eye for combo for hunted. perceptive voice... animal princess... p simple!

(god i want him to meet gretchen so badly. little beast, how do you expect to run with legs so small and a body this fat? ... cute?)

not quite sure what to do for smitten's second trait however. he's arguably one of the strongest voices so powerful build makes sense, but i'm also tempted to give the hot/pb combo to stubborn and i don't want any of the voices to double up. alternatively, talk to animals might be a cute nod the princess. except, instead of a bluebird as a companion, it's dustin, the desk possum.

skeptic gets the detective combo, obviously. not much to write home about here - i just think it'd be fun to see him sleuthing in another horror game. i hope he and smitten befriend kaneeka and discover what anime is

broken i'm a little... eh about in terms of traits. i'm learning towards keen eye since he's the most understanding of people's emotional states, but anything else feels like a stretch. powerful build since he can endure suffering? mystical for his connections to tower? bleh...

well, stubborn gets powerful build, obviously x2. i'm a little lost for a second trait because he's kind of straightforwardly The Strong One. not the sharpest, not the most insightful, don't see him as particularly magical enough to justify mystical or talk to animals but, as mentioned earlier, i think there's a case he could be hot. i'm only marginally against it since he's a touch aggressive and that might rub people the wrong way, but people adore jocks, and the developers once called adversary a himbo, and stubborn is basically just her.

paranoid with mystical and keen eye just makes me laugh tbh. suck it up, boy, you're gonna see EVERYTHING

cold might have also mystical, possibly? on one hand, it's the Scare The Hoes trait and cold excels at that, but i'm not sure about it. but the same, i don't think any other trait fits him either like... sure, maybe he's strong but is he ever going to use his strength? yeah, he has a brain but is he ever going to think? yeah he can see but is he ever going to-

banging my head over cheated and contrarian too. i love you both sm but your personalities are complaining about the narrative and avoiding the narrative respectively. how do i possibly convert you two into traits. this is a nightmare

[birdmitosis]

I had a thought that does not make sense

Slay the Princess oc

Like that seems fun but what would that be?

Another voice? A voice for the princess? Some other magical third thing?

So many possibilities yet none at all it feels like

HONESTLY I HAVE THOUGHT THIS BEFORE. It really does seem more difficult for this fandom than most others I've been in! That said, there are a few possibilities that I did come up with after a bit of thought:

Another form of the Princess, either a new Chapter II form (that either branches into an already-existing Chapter III form -- like how both The Spectre and The Nightmare go into The Wraith, both The Tower and The Adversary go into The Fury, both The Beast and The Witch go into The Wild, etc. -- or that comes with its own new Chapter III form, so like two OC Princesses for the price of one!) or a new Chapter III form that branches off from one of the existing Chapter II Princesses.

Another Voice for the Protagonist! Either linked to the above (so a second or third OC for the price of one...) or some Voice that's an odd circumstance like... if you manage to sort of "break the game" by somehow getting to The Wild from The Tower, how in the world would that even happen and what new Voice might come along with that?

In a complete AU situation where the Protagonist and the Princess switch places, if the Princess gets any voices in her own head -- one or several -- what would they be like if they aren't simply identical (or close to identical) to the canon ones that the Protagonist has? Or if the Protagonist takes on other forms, what would they be like? (In this case I'd be tempted to simply tweak the Princess's forms into Voices and vice-versa somehow, and I'm not sure if those would count as OCs or just heavily AU versions, but it'd be very possible to OC it I think!)

In a complete AU situation where the (pre-)Narrator split the universal forces into more than just two beings. Who might exist other than the Long Quiet and the Shifting Mound? What roles might they play in this scenario? This one might actually be the most complicated option and necessitate the most finagling and worldbuilding.

Just People Out In The World. Sure, you could go OC with "Who was the person who made the Narrator/the Echoes? What was his story?" but like. What are the regular people like before he did this/while this was all going on? Or what are the people like in the new world that the Long Quiet creates if you go with the ending where they do kill the Shifting Mound? Or what kind of people do the Protag and the Princess meet when they leave together -- how do people react to the Stranger version of the Princess in that ending? I think there's a lot of room for play in here, though it's a... less usual and maybe less "interesting" kind of OC in the sense that it's entirely removed from the adventures going on in the game itself.

[serenofroses]

prompt title: enemies with benefits. // prompt list

characters: cipher nine (f!oc) + Darth Jadus (oc).

setting: sets a couple of months after this Dark Meetings and Jaded Dreams ficlets and two years before IA's Heart of Terror arc.

rating: M.

A/N: deaf cipher nine protag, canon divergence, non-human transfem Darth Jadus, implied sexual themes as Scarlett sucks at attempting to write smut, hints of dubious elements with self preservation.

The Sith Lord sat by the large window of their quiet penthouse, admiring the city's nightfall to pass the time, sipping a glass of wine speciality made with imported Ziosti berries. Jadus enjoyed a moment alone to meditate on the armchair overlooking the view for the past hour without their sister harping on about her dreaded marriage. Jadus had preferred the company of a certain young, quiet agent to keep them entertained instead.

The sounds of the door opened alerted their attention as their lips curled into a smirk sensing the familiar presence.

That didn't take so long to come back, they thought.

Jadus stood up and turned face to face with the Sith Hybrid, watching her stroll through the hall before stopping in the middle of the spacious open plan. Jadus relished in the Force Bond growing between them, the young agent was blissfully unaware of this but Jadus can feel her. Her mind was, still, shielded from them. No doubt her parents had taught her to protect herself knowing it would take time for Jadus to read her mind once she opened up to them.

In due time. 

Ania stood still with arms huddled around to warm herself up after she spent the last hour walking around Kaas city on a cold night, she looked elsewhere to avoid the Sith's gaze, unsure what prompted her to return to the penthouse since their assignment concluded for the day.

Jadus offered her to 'stay the night', but she declined despite the fact that she hadn't got anywhere else to go. She was supposed to find the cheapest hotel to book for a night or two but something lured her back here and she could not explain why.

"Well, well, well..."--their sultry voice had pulled Ania out of her daze to face them--"Look who's running back into my arms."

Jadus moved towards the counter to set the glass down, "I told you that I'm irresistible, didn't I?"

Ania showed the Sith an annoyed look as she swallowed her pride, "... You're quite hard to resist, my lord."

Jadus made an amused chuckle, reaching for the beverage bottle to pour into an empty glass reserved for the agent, "So it would seem I had that effect on women, specifically you."

Ania rolled her eyes albeit blushed by the comment.

"Want a drink?" they offered, before they looked over to notice Ania shivering from the cold, "Or you would prefer a hot caf?"

"I'm not thirsty." Ania declined.

"Very well." they placed the bottle aside and averted their attention, "I thought you were looking for a place to stay?"

Ania shrugged, clicking her tongue, "You know how it is. City hotels were too expensive to afford one."

"Well, I did warn you, darling." the Sith reminded her, "Nothing's ever cheap. You're still more than welcome to make yourself at home here. I assure you won't be bored by the pleasure of my company."

Ania recalled the moments when Jadus used their charms on her. They were rather... forward with her. She suspected it was the side of their Zeltron traits that she had heard many things about.

"Surely your idea of a company was to seduce me into bed, isn't it?"

Jadus smirked at her bluntness. Ania could tell they were gloating--wishing she could wipe their smugness off their face.

"In that case, I take it you change your mind?"

Straight to the point.

“Yes, but this thing between us,” Ania emphasised in hope her message was received and clear, “…doesn’t mean anything.”

Truthfully, she wasn’t sure what to call this.... relationship with Jadus who happened to be her boss as each day, she tried her damndest best not to anger someone who is one of Emperor's Heirs--in charge of handling the Sith Intelligence affairs that she works for. It was difficult to be around them without thinking clearly.

Jadus raised a brow in amusement and crossed their arms over their chest, “Is that so?”

Ania took a sharp inhale through her nostrils before speaking plainly, “Yes. I mean it.”

Jadus smirked once more as they stepped forward, closing the gap between the two, moving their hand to brush the strands of Ania’s dyed red hair and cupped her cheek.

Ania dared not to move an inch from her spot, the touch was unnerving at first, her mind practically screaming to forget the entire exchange and make a run for the door, but the intrusion still gets the best of her after the way Jadus caressed her cheek.

If Ania took the risk to run out of here, Jadus would surely punish her. She doesn't want that.

She had to do this... for her own sanity.

But she betrayed her own senses as she found herself leaned into the Sith's touch and shivered upon the anticipation of their warm hand against her cheek.

Jadus observed her through the Force and searched for signs to exploit her weakness to their advantage through the shift of her body language, watching her nuzzled against the palm of their hand. An amused chuckle escaped their throat, which had left Ania on the fence.

“Lying doesn’t suit you, darling.” Jadus retorted, thumb rubbing along her cheekbone, “If I didn’t know any better--your tenacity to come crawling back to me says otherwise.”

Ania swatted Jadus' hand away from her face, "You're my boss, nothing else. Thought I made that clear, my lord."

"Did you?" Jadus questioned her, "Or perhaps you happen to see me as something more than just your boss?" 

Ania made a baffled scoff, not believing the Sith's claims--no matter how much she tried.

"Obvious to your heart's desire judging the way you leaned into my touch." they continued, "You may mask your feelings from others as you see fit but you can't fool me." 

"No, Jadus..." Ania denied, "You're just imagining things."

Jadus tilted their head, albeit amused by Ania's delusion.

"Am I, darling? I've seen the way you looked at me."

Ania felt her throat go dry. She wanted to protest loudly but no words came out of her mouth, the scent of their aroma was intoxicating enough to make her head swimming with certain desires, slowly wandering her eyes over their lips.

Thinking about how she would succumb to the temptation by brushing her lip against theirs, wondering how their lips feel against her neck, her body.... what was she thinking, why is she drawing herself closer to the Sith.

"I sensed you are conflicted... and yet, I feel your eyes on my lips," they watched as the Sith Hybrid startled after being caught out. "Don't deny it. I know you've been craving for me since then."

Ania shook her head--still finding no words to speak up.

"I'm more than happy enough to give you what you want." they continued, lowering their voice to a seductive whisper, "All you need to do... was ask."

Ania turned her face to glare angrily at the Sith, infuriated at them playing the mind games onto her again.

"Fuck you." she said bitterly, thus making matters worse for herself.

"Ah ah ah." Jadus chided her with a tut, "That's not what I am proposing, darling. You have to ask me nicely."

Ania hated the way this Sith looked at her with violet eyes filled with lust. She hated their deep, sultry voice and the smell of their aroma that captivated her. She hated to admit they were unbearably attractive looking women exceeding her preference than expected.

Jadus was supposed to be her boss--a Sith whom the Keeper had warned to watch her words carefully. The same Sith that her father advised her to stay clear from prior to her enrollment into Intelligence Academy.

It wasn't fair. Even for her.

Ania reached out to grip the fabrics of their sleeves and pulled them down to her level, pressing her lips against their own. Jadus indulged the kiss with a wicked smile, arms wrapped around the hybrid’s body and held her close to theirs, claw nails trailing up and down her spine causing goosebump to sweep upon her body.

It was difficult for Ania to think or focus about anything else but the kiss. Her mind went hazy, her tongue subconsciously was lining up along the Sith's lip, tasting the velvet lipstick before the lips parted as their tongues met.

After a lingering moment within a heated kiss, Jadus was the first to pull away and placed their index finger underneath her chin to prevent her from looking away. 

Ania whimpered quietly, feeling rather... ashamed for her initiation. Oddly, she enjoyed the kiss–her stomach churned by the thought knowing how wrong that felt.

"Good girl." Jadus praised her with a whispered tone.

The hair on the back of her neck stuck up hearing the unsettled tone of Jadus' voice were enough to make her shudder and aroused, she wasn't aware how her heart was pounding rapidly by her actions.

"Let's take this somewhere more... comfortable, shall we?" The Sith suggested while extending their hand out to her.

Ania breathed hard. Shit, it's finally happening.

The voices screaming from the back of her mind to 'run and forget about this exchange' that could poised the biggest regret of her life. But, she secretly wanted more, her body starved for touch and her lips watered at the thought of her body being used at the Sith's mercy.

This woman, their voice, their charm... does many things to drive her crazy. 

Promptly ignoring the voices in her head, she gave her hand to Jadus and allowed herself to be guided to the dimly-lit master bedroom with large windows overlooking the secluded mountains. The room was much fancier than her own back home or the apartment she was renting in the city of Ziost. 

Ania was distracted--barely had the time to react upon the moment her body was pushed up against the wall next to the bed, letting out a startled gasp from the contact. She averted her gaze up to Jadus towered over her with their sheer intimidating height as their half lidded eyes stared down at her.

Jadus had her right where they wanted and lifted a hand up to trace the tip of their fingernail alongside the agent's jawline down to her neck, smirking at how her body trembled from their touch alone as they moving their hand back and forth to stroke her jawline before leaning down to kiss her.

Ania's breath hitched--she wasn't sure how to proceed from there. She had kissed other women before, but none were ever as intimate as this. Instead, she returned the kiss and began to fumble around Jadus' cape jacket to search for the zipper to no avail. 

Jadus broke away from the kiss to unfastened their jacket--doing her a favour--and pulled them off to bare their nude chest, tossing the jacket aside on the floor.

Ania paused to stare, taking a sharp inhale of air as the heat of arousal heat rushed between her legs. She gazed her red eyes upon the toned stomach abs to the surgery scars underneath their breasts before going over to inspect the black lightning cracks on their torso, collarbone and bicep.

The latter had left her curious as to how Jadus ever got them.

Though, the sudden urge to lay her warm hands to feel them up.... to lean in to run her tongue over their abs, their breast… 

She shook her head in an attempt to block out such dirty thoughts out of her mind.

Jadus smiled upon the way they left her quite speechless. Studying her reactions carefully, they reached through the Force to read her mind--they managed to succeed and broke the barrier through multiple attempts in the last few months. Ania's will and connection to the Force were stronger than originally predicted but her resistance proved to be a challenge for them.

Jadus, then, took both of the hybrid's wrists and laid her hands onto their stomach, "Go on...." they encouraged, lowering their voice to a sultry tone, "Touch me."

Oh, fuck.

There was a pause in hesitation. Ania wasn't sure what to do here--she had never touched another person much less one being shirtless in front of her. She couldn't decide on whether to feel them up or pull her hands away, the former made her cheeks flared up at the thought.

Jadus watched her curiously to see how she would proceed from there, the room temperature was starting to drop as the cool air swept upon their body--their nipples were hardened from the sensation alone and shifted closer to the agent. The cold didn't really bother them in the slightest but they knew Ania was not used to the coldness. 

Ania felt her mouth quivered at the sight of their breasts up close, tempting herself to roam her hands along their toned stomach at a slow pace to get a feel of their muscles underneath her fingertips, then she continued upwards to rest her hands onto their breasts.

They were quite warm to touch and she began to massage them carefully without applying too much pressure, listening to the Sith's pleased sigh. Without thinking, Ania closed her eyes and leaned in to run her tongue around their areola before taking them into her mouth.

Jadus let out a groan. One hand wrapped around the back of the agent's neck and their other rested on her hip to support her balance in place. They glanced down to watch her playing, and sucked hard, on their nipple while her free hand resumed to massage their other breast and rolled her thumb over their areola.

Ania could've sworn she heard Jadus saying something--but it was unintelligible to her implants to register but her mind was too occupied to try and figure it out. She released their nipple with a quiet pop and pulled away to move over to their other nipple to repeat the process.

The Sith groaned again–they started to ponder the things Ania could do with her tongue onto their body, aroused with the anticipation of what to come. They wanted her.... needed her.... desperate to have her all to themselves...

Jadus tugged onto the agent's red hair with their long nails to yank her away from their breast, tilting her chin with their free hand and leaned down to briefly kiss her before releasing their grip.

Ania was breathing hard and backed up against the wall to cautiously watch the Sith. She wondered if she had done something that she wasn’t supposed to do or if she had irritated them by her actions. She stood there waiting to see what they planned to do to her.

Jadus was looking at her hungrily with lust, they pointed an index finger at her, "Take your clothes off."

Ania blinked at first until the nerve of her insecurity she had about her body image overcame her and doesn't feel confident in letting anyone else see her body.

"Don't be shy, darling," they coaxed her out of her hesitation, "We both know where your mouth was two seconds ago."

Ania's cheeks flushed hard from the comment that she nearly sucked their tits off, she looked elsewhere to mutter quietly, "You certainly aren't helping..." 

Jadus caught on with a chuckle.

"Perhaps you prefer I'll rip your clothes off? I can provide that if you desire,"--Ania shot a glare but that caused them to smirk in amusement--"Don't worry, I'll see about acquiring you some new clothes to suit your needs."

Ugh, Ania thought. 

Kicking her heel shoes across the floor, she reluctantly set to work on stripping her blazer and pants down to toss them amongst the pile close to the bed where her shoes laid, making sure her clothes were within her reach should she leave the first thing in the morning.

As she was about to make for the bed, the snap of fingers ceased her movement and she turned to glance at the Sith with a confused look.

"Did I say you should stop?" Jadus lifted a finger to trace along her collarbone--feeling her shudder under their touch--then moved over the bra strap to slide it off her shoulder, "These are a…. distraction. Remove them."

Ania gulped nervously, taking a moment to muster up her confidence without making them wait on her impatiently because neither of them had all night. She reached behind to unclasp her bra off her chest then pulled her panties off--letting both of her underwear drop to her ankle.

"Satisfied now?" she asked, exposing herself naked to Jadus. 

It was the first time she stood naked in front of another person. She took a small breathing exercise to try and calm her nerves then looked over to notice how Jadus was ogling her body, taking in every aspect of her as the sound of their approved hum made her tensed up.

"Don't..." Ania tried to cover her breasts with her arms, starting to feel ashamed, backed up against the wall, "Don't look at me like that."

Jadus raised a brow at her and stepped closer, their finger underneath the hybrid's chin and turned her to face them.

"Why?" Jadus questioned while taking her wrists and pried her arms from her chest, lowering them down to her side, "You don't like when I look at you?"--they started to move their hands up her arms to fondle her breasts--"You're just as perfect as I imagined."

Jadus then used their own knee to nudge her legs apart, one hand drifting from her breast down to her abdomen, curling their fingers into her sex to stroke along the folds teasingly.

Ania spluttered out a gasp. 

She felt her body flinched by the sensation that shook at her core, not expecting this coming at all with her legs squeezed together while Jadus’ hand was between them. Biting on her bottom lip the moment Jadus began to roll their thumb against her nub, fingers gliding along her fold back and forth until one finger entered her.

Ania gasped again. Her hands scrambled for something to hold onto only to find herself clinging onto Jadus’ biceps, bracing the uncomfortable feeling of being stretched out within.  

"I appreciate that you allowed yourself to be open,"--they began to thrust their finger in and out at a slow pace before adding another finger in–"And vulnerable with me."

Ania made a sharp hiss and gripped her hold on their biceps tightly, almost digging her nails into their skin. Jadus suspected rather quickly by her reaction that this was her first time–knowing this, they felt…. honoured in a sense. They wrapped an arm around Ania’s waist to pull her close and coaxed her with a hush.

Ania made a deadpan look, "I thought I said this thing between us doesn't mean shit."

"That's when you are wrong, my dear Hand. You see…”--they continued to increase the pace of their thrusts–”You clearly forgot one major detail…"

The pain subsided as pleasure started to overwhelm Ania to the point she couldn’t hold it any longer and moaned as the growing stimulation within her nub made her squirm in an attempt to receive the friction she needed to reach her ecstasy. By stars, she had not realised how pathetically wet and aroused she was,

"You're valuable to me. Remember that." they added as their thrusts hastened, massaged her spot and rolled their thumb over her nub to match to their pace, "And here you are…" they cooed, "At the mercy of my fingers."

"Just..."--Ania moaned--"Just get on with it and fuck me already."

"My, you're so eager." Jadus commented, “I could have you on your knees begging for my cock.”

The wall tightened around their finger that gave away the sign that she was close as her thighs quivered against them.Jadus could give her what she wanted, even if she had to beg for it, which would be quite a sight to memorise. They could take Ania right there, listen to the sound of her soft moans that were music to their ears, to watch her face twist in pleasure. They started to wonder what other ways they could make her scream for their name beside their fingers… 

Perhaps going down with their face between her legs to suck–taste even–and plunge their tongue into her… Or the way they settled between her legs with their hardened girlcock hitting the sweet spot to watch her sent over the edge beneath them, hearing her scream for their name in bed. 

The longer they thought about it was more than enough to make their pants feel uncomfortably tight and they did not want the night to end too soon.

Aroused with anticipation and desire, they slowed their pace and pulled their fingers out of her--Ania made a whimper from the loss, depriving her of the ecstasy peak--they leant down to wrap their hands around her thighs to lift her off the floor and threw her onto the mattress.

Ania blinked in confusion, brushing the strands of her hair from her eyes to glance at Jadus until she froze upon the sight of them licking the fluids clean from their fingers.

“You taste so good, darling.” Jadus made a satisfied hum, staring at the hybrid through half-lidded eyes, "But imagine what I can do with my tongue.”

Fuuuuuck, Ania thought, breathing hard from the sight overall, it was just… illegal and a torture for her.

Jadus smirked at her reaction, "I'm not even done with you. We’re getting started. But first." 

Their hands set to unbuckle their belt–while Ania gazed her eyes following Jadus’ hands, not realising the drool watered at the corner of her lips–and stripped off the remaining of their clothes and stood still to give Ania a view of their naked body before they crawled on top of her. 

"Let me help you relax, hm?”--fingers lingered along to stroke Ania's inner thigh–”You're getting… tense."

[tired-needs-sleep]

oc masterlist

the pinned post was getting a little too long for my liking with the bulk of it being ocs, so i decided that i would cut down on it and move the ocs to a separate post with it linking back to the pinned.

like i said on the pinned, whenever i reblog an ask game without specifying what oc in the tags, you can refer to this post for options. i would not recommend asking for a oc without a short paragraph since they don't have as much development.

fandoms i have ocs in include:

certain fangames (reborn, rejuvenation, desolation)

arcane odyssey/adventures

...and way too many animal ocs. if i ever post about them they'd be on my side account

i list the ocs in order of how often i think about them, and list pronouns in order of the oc's preference.

raju elytra (she/her, 18) tag: #oc: raju 🐦‍🔥

my arcane odyssey main character. she awoke on dawn island with three other ocs, all of them without their memories. she had the sense that she was supposed to know them, but that's it. she's a fire conjuror with an arcanium katana, and knows a bunch of my friends' arcane ocs too.

nia [i sounds like ‘eye’] (she/her, 18) tag: #oc: nia 🎇

protagonist oc of pokemon rejuvenation. a paragon interceptor from a different universe. enthusiastic dog lover. she's very nice but watch out. might be a little too much for you!

ignes "ines" elytra (she/her, 18) tag: #oc: ignes 🌀

someone the main arcane group will meet in the future. she mostly is known under a fake name, staying right in the aegean sea and very rarely being sent out.

rhea [ray-a] akana (she/they, 20) tag: #oc: rhea🪐

protagonist oc of pokemon reborn. certified eevee girl, has an evolution of each type. owner of the obsidian starshard.

kisaragi "sara" [ki-sa-da-gi; sa-da] (they/she, 19) tag: #oc: kisaragi 🌙

protagonist oc of pokemon desolation. memories fragmented, they awoke one day with mild injuries aside their beloved sister and absol. has strange abilities not too different from that very absol. goes by sara among friends.

this one has alternate versions of themself- pay attention to the tags if you're not sure which one.

(there's a big jump in how often i think about the next few, but they're still developed)

asteria vance (she/they) tag: #oc: asteria 🫧

a close friend of raju's, often found babysitting the phoenix while raju does her business on land. she is knowledgeable in all things with ships and the ocean, and her water magic only serves to help her in that regard. she may not fight often but she's competent enough to use spirit weapons and defend herself.

lyria (she/her, 12) tag: #oc: lyria 🌨️

rejuvenation oc. a girl that climbed out of the voidal chasm... with no memory of who she was. she picked her own name and is utterly clueless but also curious about everything. odd temperature occurrences happen when she is upset.

aldith (she/they, 18) tag: oc: aldith ⚔️

rejuvenation oc; a timid, quiet person introduced to hauyne after accompanying melia to blackstepple castle. she eventually joins the former on her journey, and eventually finds that the two have more in common than she thought...

rue hycanith (they/she/any) tag: #oc: rue hycanith 🌺

a kind soul that is obsessed with plants. she tries to help even those that have hurt them in the past. friends with sweety and ivy, and separated when their parents moved them away after a certain event, only to reunite in college.

(here are ocs that are more concept than fleshed out characters.)

zyria (she/her, 20) tag: #oc: zyria 🐉

neri jones (she/her) tag: #oc: neri 🌊

cyra [sear-a] (she/her, 22) tag: #oc: cyra 🏵️

celina (she/her, 16) tag: #oc: celina ☄️

esmerelda (she/her, 12) tag: #oc: esmerelda 🪄

relevant tags

rejuvswap- when i refer to sara being a rejuv protag instead of desolation. defaults to their paragon self unless stated otherwise

renesara- specifically talking about their renegade self in rejuv.

rebornswap- when i refer to sara being a protag in reborn instead of desolation

*if the oc tag is alone then i am talking about their desolation/canon self

#mythos au- arcane au where everything is the same but characters are mythical creatures.

[tag for criminal raju au]

[tag for the polycule au]

but wait! what about (character relevant to [oc])?!

they either are not intended to be a full on oc or are someone else's.

check back here every few months. chances are i've updated something.

masterpost

[youphoriaot7]

Wait shit I sent that ask too soon

Uhhh who's the protag of the ordem become human au

(ALL GOOD >:D)

Roier! I've already talked a bit about him before, so I'm gonna give you him and Cellbit meeting—because, really, the two are kind of co-protagonists, it's just that it's written from Roier's pov.

One day, one typical boring paperwork-filled day, the police force hires this newcomer: this...quiet, sort-of-asshole. Cellbit is an investigator—or, so he says, but Roier is convinced there's something more to it than that. There's something...fishy about him. And Roier likes fishy.

So he noses about, tailing the guy as best he can. Somehow, he manages to keep what he's doing a secret—god only knows how; he really thought the other man would've noticed by this point. He follows him around on a bunch of boring research projects, but nothing actually that interesting.

Then, one night, he tails him to a building. This house on the edge of the inner city, one that seems pretty run-down, as if it's been abandoned for years. They get inside, and there's blood everywhere and a dead body in the middle of the room, and Roier steps out to confront Cellbit on what the hell is he doing—?

When the body suddenly comes back to life.

It's everything Roier can do to scramble back and away from the thing; Cellbit has to deal with the creature, a few quick slashes with his knife—he carries a knife, how has Roier not noticed that by now?—seem to do the trick. After the body has been taken care of, Cellbit practically begs Roier not to tell anyone what's going on, which, of course, goes against pretty much every single one of Roier's codes.

...but, then again, something tells him that no one would believe him, anyway. He had tried to tell people what was happening with Bobby, and no one had listened to him then—why would they listen now? So he agrees. The LED implanted on the side of his forehead flashes a quick red as he warns Cellbit: on one condition only. Cellbit has to let him help with whatever it is he's working on.

...Cellbit reluctantly agrees.

[bogosbintedthealien]

Why Did I Have To Reincarnate As The Yandere Capture Target!?

Okay, I have this story made up 2 years ago and it never really went anywhere. I guess I’ve been having a bit of a crisis when it comes to creativity for the last 2 years.

Anyway I kept going back and forth so fucking much on this wip if I was gonna scarp it or not. I don't like the gen story idea anymore but I REALLY love how I outlined the childhood arc so I though I might as well dump that shit here and be done w/ this damn thing. Not gonna bother saving the basic outline plot or save the first two chapters that were actually posted nor the wip of ch3 & 4.

:CHARACTER INFO: 

He’s the ‘yandere’ one. Anyway MC is the typical ‘normal guy’, college age maybe. Has a younger sister in HS. They’re both otakus or something. She got him into otome games. (He was already into romance novels so it was easy for him to get into them.) Develops malusdomesticaphobia after death. Forever internally screaming. Unsure how to act most of the time so he just stands behind powerful/influential ppl. 

OG yandere was abused or had bad stuff happen to him. Gave him a twisted view of things. Outwardly appears very docile and soft but when the Protag shows him kindness and blah blah he quickly becomes obsessed bc it’s been a long time since someone has/no one really treats him like that/like they’re equals. Uses his rep as a wall flower weakling to get his way and take out ppl (like will pit capture targets against each other so he can have Protag all to himself.)

There is a prince character. He’s the 2nd prince. I like the idea of him being the younger one or the less important one. Maybe that can even cause more plot. Yes MC has the favor of the prince, but this is the 2nd prince and is not favored by his father, the king. 

The protag girl who’s just a little doll. A bby who needs to be protected. A smile worth fighting for. For wars to break out and ppl to—you get the point. Stereotypical yes, but you need to keep in mind she’s a blank slate, so this is what it defaults on based off of marketing. Daughter of a Baron. Looks plain but still very cute w/ doe eyes.

The villainess is the second child to a powerful noble family (Marquess) and younger sister to one of the possible capture targets. Family sees her as a tool, not a person outside of the brother. Puts on a strong front that can only be seen through by the brother. 

The villainess’s older brother is the only person in her family who treats them with genuine affection as they are a siscon. The older brother type character. Charismatic but laid back. 

Plot twist due to MC’s meddling: was not aware of the abuse sister suffered due to being away at academy with the crown prince, simply thought it was tough love. 

A cute short boy character. Probably has the plot twist of being a little shit. Like, maybe he hates women but pretends to be a ladies man. Or he has a group of boys following him that do his bidding and he bullies ppl w/ them. MC meets him early on and leaves a powerful impression on him. So later in the timeskip this character is still the same, more or less; but has that added layer of following the MC around to try and get his attention. Not really a crush, but that weird anime admiration thing. 

Smart nerd character. He can be the commoner who gets into the school via smarts and/or powerful magic ability. He’s the one standoffish character who stays quiet. Turns out he harbors a haten of aristocats and is planning to summon some sealed monster under the school or the city near the school. He has the surprising routes where he kinda corners the Protag to help with this stuff. This is the MC's biggest concern bc he knows this guy is planning to harm a lot of people and doesn’t really know how to find him ‘cuz he’s a commoner from a big city.

:OUTLINE:

Bio dad and uncle are twins. Dad is the younger twin. Is kidnapped when 4-5 and kidnappers demand ransom. During that time commoners mob the place and kill everyone. (Turns out some of the butlers and/or maids are apart of the slave trade and the ppl assumed everyone in the house was associated with it as well.) Uncle rescues him and adopts him but doesn’t tell his wife or anyone that this is his nephew, not his bastard son. Claims he is that bc during the period between his brother’s easter being ransacked to finding him. It’s revealed a chef of his brother’s house escaped but was later found and lynched by the ppl.

The wife is angered by the child and completely ignores him and in turn so does her servants (which are half of the workers) The staff loyal to the Uncle just do the bare minimum for him. This is about a 5-6 month period. He is barely taken care of unless his uncle was around (Uncle’s servants and very fond of their master so they’re so shocked by this ‘bastard child’ that appeared out of nowhere, they think his mother must’ve been a provocative whore or smth bc the Uncle is so nice and caring about his family.)

This is where he learns how to appeal and get sympathy from staff/commoners. Bc he can’t take it anymore after a few months and starts begging for things or to be taken care of. A few of the Aunt’s staff pity him a little and throw him a bone while looking the other way, while the Uncle’s staff will act a little nicer and give him some extra stuff. (During this time he doesn’t really interact with his cousins [two boys, one girl] bc the staff aways rush them away from him since the mother forbids him from interacting with her kids.)

Around this time the Aunt blows up on the Uncle about this and the Uncle breaks under pressure and tells her the truth. She had mixed feelings about this. After this she starts acknowledging him but only takes care of him on the sake of her duty.

She ‘warms’ up to him when she overhears him having an intelligent conversation with the staff or they talk about a concept too advanced for his age. OR he reads some complex book she or her husband left out.

She’s shocked bc she just assumed him to be a country bumpkin, but realizes he knows how to read and write and is a genius for his age. So she takes advantage of this. Bc of the fact word gets out her husband cheated on her and has taken in his bastard child, her reputation has taken a hit in the social circles and there has been some nasty gossip about her being spread as a result. So she has lost face bc of him and takes her anger out on him by ignoring him and treating him coldly. So she turns this around by giving him a chance. Dumps a bunch of classes on him and gives him high expectations to live up to.

And for the most part he does, and he gets treated nicer as a result. She gets impressed, but he still walks on eggshells bc he’ll get punished for things his cousins won’t. And in general held to a higher standard.

She takes advantage of this by treating him like a son when out in public and receiving all these compliments about how well mannered and obedient he is, how smart, blah blah. So ppl are like, oh she must be a good teacher, he’s so well taught. And ppl say things like how generous and nice she is to take in her husband's bastard son of unknown origins like he was her own and blah blah. Which makes up for the lost rep she got before when he initially came to the house. This turns into a thing of her flaunting him and he’s just a prop for her. He realizes this but doesn’t do anything about it bc this is a good exchange for him. She gets to use him to boost her image and raise her rep in social circles and he gets a better disposition in the house and gets treated much better. He’s allowed to interact with his cousins now.

Eventually she gets invited by a lady who lives in the royal castle/is allowed access there who’s a very high ranking lady who she’s friends with. She’s like ‘hey, come to the castle, bring ALL of your children, even that one.’ For like playdates with her kids (also wants to see her friend’s kids). So Aunt brings all of them there and this is how the MC meets the 2nd prince.

The 2nd prince gets along well with his older brother, but when he hits 15, he gets sent away for more proper education since he’s the heir to the throne. So he’s sad his brother isn’t around anymore and that they’re no one to play with him. His sister’s an infant so the staff are like ‘prince plz, you can’t play w her she’s too little’. He wants to play like swords or chess but a baby can’t do that. He moops around in the castle and meets the MC.

Now the MC isn’t playing with the other children bc when his cousins tried to have him included in games with the other kids in the castle, those kids didn’t want to play with him bc of what their parents told them. (after a couple of times) This keeps happening that his cousins hesitate to add him in and eventually just tell him they can’t bc the kids of higher families didn’t want him there and even at this age they know they can’t do anything about that. (His cousins get along with him at this point and like but and are sad they can���t include him but the situation calls for it and they can’t do anything about it.) So he’s just moping and talking to some of the staff and bonding with them.

The prince isn’t playing with the other kids bc even as a kid he can tell most noble children are being fake nice to him and are just wanting to shake hands. He doesn’t know why they’re doing this, but he can’t tell they are trying real hard to be chummy with him and it’s forced. (you know, how like little kids can even tell when an adult is being fake nice?)

When he meets the MC, the MC doesn’t know that this is the prince bc so many noble children have blond hair. (It’s common in this place, for nobles at least.) So to him, he’s just another blond, lilac eyed boy. The princes ends up liking him bc he’s A-quiet and reserved B-smart and likes playing chess or smth C-doesn't have that fake nicety that the other children give off & isn’t super eager to please him. So he’s like ‘oh, you’re like a normal person, let's play.’ That how they initially become friends and bond and like on his 6th visit with the prince, he either A-has a patch over his check and when MC asks about it the prince tells him what happened and it makes the way the in-game prince got his cheek scar and it hits the MC then who he’s talking too. (It was never said in the game how old he got the scar, only how.)

OR B-MC is called into a waiting room by some workers and leads him into a room with guards on standby. He’s wondering just who the heck his buddy is the kid of to get this treatment. As he sits across from him he realizes the prince has a bandage over his ear. When he asks what happened, the prince whines about almost being assassinated and the tip of his ears was cut off in the struggle. It’s then the MC realizes this is the prince bc he has the tip of his left/right ear cut off and hides his ears with his hair bc of it. The guards in and out of the room is bc his parents are on high alarm rn and they have to play in a closed room. It’s only him and MC bc the prince whined and wanted his ‘rabbit friend’ to play with. (MC is like, ‘oh lucky me, I managed to befriend the prince w/o knowing/trying’.)

Anyway, around this point the Aunt just straight up says, ‘I do not love you, but I do respect you.’ And the MC just comes to terms with this bc he just realizes that she’s just never going to be that person for him. And he’s like ‘That’s okay.’ He gets along very well w/ his Uncle and cousins and it feels like a family again to him. He just has a ‘you scratch my back, I scratch yours’ relationship. He doesn’t love her, but understands her. (He is surprised when he gets older like, he knows before his 11 birthday, he’s supposed to be nearly killed by something his Aunt pulled, it’s revealed she did it and was taken away, putting the Yandere strains on the rest of the manor. Alas that never comes to pass and this happens instead, surprising him. Making him realize she’s being very honest, and in her own way, this is the kindest she’ll ever be to him.)

As for the cousins, they’re just innocent little kids, they just think he’s their half brother and accept him. The girl is the youngest, she’s the spoiled little princess bc she’s the only girl and the youngest so she’s mommy’s favorite. The middle child is a boy and the closest to the MC. He’s the quieter, shyer one who's nerdier. Him and the MC are gonna have the same book series as their fav, some type of mystery novels for kids. They eagerly await every release and bond over that. The oldest is going to be the more playful, energetic, and wants to fight sword type of boy. They all like MC and he loves them like cousins and thinks of them as such.

His Uncle is a sweet family man or at the very least loves his family. He really loved his brother and when he inherited the title, he made sure to pull strings to get his younger brother a title and some land. The Father got the title of baron bc of him. Instead of becoming a knight or butler to another noble house. He’s crestfallen when his brother and sister-in-law dies so when he finds out his nephew is still alive, he’s overjoyed and loves him. (As a strange way of grieving.)

Around 12-13ish his Uncle and Aunt are like ‘hey we got new information about your real parents. We’re trying to keep this under wraps but, there are a trusted few who know the truth as well.’ The MC already knows what they mean bc of the game. So before they tell him it or the whole truth, smth happens and his new family dies.

At this point, he’s already good friends with the prince. Their relationship is him being a spineless pale and the prince treating him like a bunny. Like, not really acknowledging his agency. Kinda brushing him aside like a pet and dragging him to things w/o considering his feelings a lot. As far as the prince is concerned, they're close. The MC is just there bc being friends with the prince gives him a shield and ways to get more connections. So he can’t really do anything about this sort of treatment he gets. The prince isn’t being malicious just that he’s been given everything he wants so he doesn’t stop to think about the other party.

So when MC’s 3rd family is wiped out, the prince goes up to his parents and is like, ‘hey can you do smth about my friend? He’s an orphan again, I don’t want him to get sent to the Church, I’ll never see him again!’ The king and queen are like ‘ok’ and that’s how the MC gets into the house of the Villainess and Siscon capture target. Their parents are like MC’s Aunt but way worse. So in the OG game they got their daughter engaged to the 2nd prince by orchestrating an accident to happen while she was somewhere with the prince. She ends up w/ a few inch long cut on her forearm, the family uses that as leverage for them to get engaged since their daughter is ‘unmarriageable’ now. So they see him as an opportunity to get more favors from the crown. Not only are they initially reimbursed for taking him in but… So, basically they bring him to a business party, and him not knowing who these ppl are talk to some ppl are when it is revealed that he’s who he is, the couple are repulsed by the family sponsoring a bastard of unknown origins. So they cut off business ties with them. They use this as a way to complain to the crown that taking him in causes them to lose on a partnership that went back generations. (This business partner is in on this bc they get like, idk exclusive rights to some mines for whatever. But they still do business through a shell company.) And that's how they worm their way in to wed off their daughter. MC is completely caught off guard with this when he thought he was already on guard. This just further convinces him not to try and make connections here. Being outside is his solace.

The last thing to note is that the prince only starts respecting him and treating the MC more like a proper friend when they're a little older (like, about to go into the academy age). The MC sticks up for himself and grows a spine which surprised the prince bc up until this point he had always been obedient, timid, and mild. The pushback he gets from it kinda bitchslaps him in the face and he is like ‘Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t- I apologize for that. Blah blah blah.’ He doesn’t do a complete 180* right then and there. But it kinda wakes him up a little bit. Like ‘Oh, I’ve been treating you like you’re my dog and you’re not. You’re more important to me than that. I don’t want to lose you. I’m sorry about that, I’ll change my behavior towards you.’ This is when their friendship turns into a bromance. He treats the MC more like an equal, with respect.

The main reason why I stopped myself from scaping this many times before is bc I really ended up liking how I characterized the aunt.

Anyway, a few details I though I should throw in here. I had planned for the ppl crushing on MC as the heroine, villainess, commoner guy, and npc/mob #1 (male) & 2 (female).

The npc/mob friends where gonna be his respite from the colorful cast of main characters. I would've written it where you couldn't tell who end game was for awhile bc he had soft moments w/ all of them.

Expect villainess who he see as a sister even tho she don't. Her and Heroine would later lost interest in MC and kiss each other instead. (fluffy sapphics!!!).

He'd get commoner guy to back down eventually or whatever and it was a really question of which mob friend he'd end up w/. Male friend was the answer!

[volostogekiss]

the strings of gold and gray : part 1

Warnings: Brief description of blood.

well here we go again! more Volo nonsense. i was wondering what would happen if there was someone else who was a descendant of the Celestica, with a duty like Cogita’s. but unlike her duty to aid the Hero of Hisui, theirs is to aid Volo after all the things he’s done, perhaps so that they both can find themselves (and in turn, chase legends and preserve the history of their people). though they just actively... don’t bother doing anything about it. that’s part of the reason why they haven’t lived in any village or settlement for years, and they’ve turned to being a bandit, usually stealing from the Diamond or Pearl clans. 100% ignores Jubilife, stays away from any base camps. they don’t care about anyone else or anything that’s happening, that’s happened, that’ll happen. they know of their duty, but they just choose not to really believe in it. (avoidance is the name of the game!) it’s hard enough to stay alive, so they just say nope and move on to the next day.

that backfires when they meet Volo, though, who’s very much still Volo.

▸ GN!reader, not the protag, Akari, or Rei. (Post?) Post-game.

(Timeline in which the hero literally doesn’t care about Volo after his betrayal at all. Redemption who? Let you, the reader, deal with that lol.)

           Your ears are always pricked whenever you prowl the wilds, on the alert for danger, a brewing storm, or an easy target.

           It’s why, that after years and years of training your ears to detect anything out of the ordinary, you’re aware that something is following you.

           Something desperate, and unwilling to give up.

           You’ve led it along uneven terrain, winding paths, and narrow footholds. Still, resolutely, it follows. You aren’t sure how long it’s been trailing after you—obviously longer than you’d like. At this point, so far along in its chase, its steps are hardly quiet; you attribute such a lack of subtlety to its urgency and the isolated nature of your locale. What does it want? You doubt it wants to hunt you, not with the raucous approach it’s taken.

           Regardless of its intentions, when your Gliscor swoops down from the skies to your side, a flicker of uncertainty in its eyes, you redouble your swift pace.

           There’s not just one Pokémon, but two.

           And at some point, you won’t be able to outrun them.

           Perhaps it’s that thought that has you finally skidding to a halt, in the low groves far south of the golden bogs, and facing your pursuers.

           Understanding that you’re going to stand and fight, Gliscor flies in front of you, his pincers raised in a defensive stance.

           It doesn’t take long to see who’s been following you.

           And you can’t help but step back, hesitantly, when you realize what they are.

           A Garchomp, impatient and clearly upset, thunders straight toward you, the earth churning beneath its claws, while a Togekiss—something you’ve only heard of—flutters overhead, not far behind.

           Involuntarily, you tense, ready to dart away. But just before the Garchomp strikes, it stops, a low cry resonating from its chest.

           Gliscor hisses a warning, but Garchomp is undeterred.

           It cries again, bending forward, and then you understand that it’s not angry at you, but it’s worried.

           Because upon his back, you can see the feeble form of someone injured, unconscious.

           Togekiss chirps rapidly at your partner, whose gaze flicks from you to the man stretched along Garchomp’s back. You grasp the situation now: Garchomp and Togekiss had spotted you long ago, and knowing that you would be their companion’s only hope, so far from any settlement, they had tirelessly trekked after you.

           Really, though, this isn’t your job.

           You haven’t had to deal with another person for longer than you can remember, let alone someone who’s hurt.

           You can’t do this. Surely, you’ve done well in keeping yourself and Gliscor alive; you have everything you need to survive, no matter how minimal—

           “Grrr…”

           Garchomp growls at you, as if challenging you to ignore them again.

           Togekiss, meanwhile, weeps pleadingly. Her warbles shudder in a fearful, pitiful melody, and it’s not the dragon’s threat that has you finally giving in, but her sadness instead.

           There’s something about her gentle anguish that tugs at your hardened heart.

           You raise your hands in surrender. Gliscor wouldn’t be able to take on the both of them, anyway, and your dagger would be useless.

           “Fine. I’ll help.”

           Togekiss trills and unexpectedly swarms over to you, her feathers buffeting against your cheeks.

           “O—okay! Calm down for a second…”

           She does, thankfully, and you’re guiding the two toward the secluded edge of the grove, where the grass and trees fall away to towering boulders and stone.

           And that’s how you find yourself perched underneath a makeshift tent, pressed up against the muddy cliffs, and with a complete stranger to nurse back to health.

           At least he has plenty of supplies.

           His large pack had been in Garchomp’s care, looped over one of his strong shoulders, and thankfully, it’s full of an assortment of goods.

           You’ve gleaned most of what had happened to the man, thanks to Togekiss’ explanation and Gliscor’s translation. As Garchomp sets him down onto his bedroll you’d unfurled, you can’t help wondering why it is that you’ve been subjected to this, of all days, and out of all people possible.

           “What kind of fool wanders into the direct path of an Alpha Pokémon,” you grumble, pawing through his bag for the Pecha Berries you’d been informed about, courtesy of Togekiss, “and a Vespiquen, no less, in the spring season?”

           Of course, nobody answers you, but you do sense that Garchomp is glaring at you rather pointedly from just outside the tent.

           As much as you’d like to criticize… you decide that you’ll keep your snide remarks to yourself.

           You put the thought out of your mind while you gather together his medical kit, Pecha Berries, and a canteen of water. It’s time you tend to your patient, even if you’re reluctant. You have no other options at this point, not with the dragon breathing down your neck.

           The man is still upon his bedroll. You take a moment to examine his features; he’s dressed in a plain black haori tossed over a white undershirt, sullied with dirt and tangles of prickly underbrush. A noticeable gash, still bleeding and filling the air with a pungent, metallic smell, runs across his left leg, the brown fabric of his pants torn open at the injury. Fortunately, it’s not a large wound, but if truly inflicted by a Vespiquen, you need to work quickly.

           After all, his skin is growing unusually pallid, and you notice ominous lines of sweat trickling down his face. As if confirming your grim observation, he groans in fitful rest. Hurrying to check for any signs of a fever, you push back the black headkerchief tied over his forehead.

           And then you freeze.

           This can’t be.

           “No, no, no, nonono—” A vicious panic scalds your throat shut, and your words dwindle to nothing.

           Togekiss croons at your side, concerned about your surprising terror, but you fail to hear her at all.

           His face. These familiar, sweeping blond locks. This man…!

           You’ve only seen him in your memories, your visions, your imagination? And you’ve been content, then, to never witness him before your eyes. You’ve done everything you could to avoid your duty, so that he would never be real to you, never something to be concerned with your menial little life.

           And yet, he’s real.

           You… you can’t deny it.

           It’s as though he senses that you’ve realized something, because slowly, his eyes slide open, quivering before they immediately flick to you. Because he senses, somehow, that you are what he needs to see.

           He doesn’t care for his surroundings, or how he’s ended up like this.

           His gray eyes—and you fight and struggle against the thought that they are just like yours—hold your gaze, refusing to settle anywhere else, and then you curse the recognition you see in them.

           Those dreadful eyes widen, and no longer can you ignore that yours are the same when you hear that damning whisper fall from his cracked lips,

           “You… you are Celestica.”

           It’s as though time has stilled, when he speaks the broken words, and something pulses in the back of your mind.

           Again, you see them. The pillars of stone, shattered but beautiful, and then the flash of platinum… A figure, wrought of white and gold, standing so tall before you…

           He’s there once again.  

           Subconsciously, your hand twitches toward the blade tucked against your side.

           A terrible noise, hoarse and breathy, suddenly crackles through the quiet air, startling you from your reverie.

           It’s an unpleasant sound, one that even you can tell harbors immeasurable, bitter grief. It causes the hairs upon your neck stand upright, yet you force yourself to watch the man carefully as he chokes out another defeated laugh.

           “I see in your eyes that you haven’t thought as long about it as I have. Nothing of it consumes your waking thoughts, your purpose to live…”

           What would he know of your life?

           He knows nothing of your purpose,

           and yet, he is your purpose, all the same.

           He coughs once. You’re tempted to kick him so that he coughs again.

           “So untainted by the responsibility that we bear,” he murmurs dully, lifting a hand to try and brush against your cheek, “and so ignorant in your bliss.”

           He’s smiling at you.

           He is the one who is ignorant—foolish—stupid—

           Something is wrong with this man.

           His fingers drift upward, toward your chin. Immediately, you reel back, teeth bared.

           He’s clearly not in his right mind.

           And whether that’s from the venom from his injury, his weakened state, or perhaps something else, you don’t want to know.

           “…You speak nonsense.” You rein in your urge to cast him out of your shelter. “It’s… it’s better if you rest, so you can leave me be.”

           “I cannot.”

           That awful smile is still upon his lips as he stares at you, almost reverently.

           “I’ve wondered if there were more of our people…”

           And with those words, abruptly, he closes his eyes.

           …He’s only asleep.

           You hardly dare to breathe, trembling, as you watch his chest gradually rise and fall.

           If only that Garchomp, so aware of your fear and your eagerness to flee, wasn’t in the way, you’d have disappeared before his next awakening.

           But you’re trapped, and you have no choice but to face the words of your ancestors, and doubtless, the hardship they will bring.  

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

apocalypse in space au! your choice of fandom

apocalypse... space... my two FAVORITE things to au. im doing pla naturally (5 things that would happen in an au)

so the obvious thing to me is "apocalypse on an alien planet" since apocalypse generally implies the end of A World but wait we're just describing subnautica. so what about... apocalypse on a spaceship? or space station. whatever. big space construction that people live on u get it. so you've already got the difficulties of living on a space station—needing to keep life support systems on line, managing the mental struggle of being trapped in this manmade structure—and then there is some sort of an Apocalypse. perhaps zombies. those are always fun.

actually better yet new idea we divvy the cast up btwn different spaceships/stations, and this is a whole society of people in space-traveling crews... and then this zombie virus starts slowly, slowly spreading through any ships that make contact. docking with another ship/station is always risky bc you never know if they're safe or not. imagine boarding a ship and wandering around and coming to the slowly dawning realization that everything's cold, and quiet, and empty. nothing's running that should be running, even the engines have gone silent. you're standing in a grave drifting through the abyss... and then you hear footsteps...

i think the central point of the au is the galaxy team, who are a spaceship crew maybe doing long haul transport? like the people in alien. and the clans are stations in a similar point in space. and everyone's simultaneously trying to manage this threat, working together as the only safe survivors, but simultaneously never sure if they can trust the other two

AND THEN the galaxy team finds an escape pod drifting through space... with protag aboard.

kamado's afraid they're infected. actually very fair. however they were kept in quarantine for a long while without anything happening, so...? they get let out and conscripted into keeping the ship in working order, but he's still very suspect of them

...especially bc they may or may not be the source, but they were the most recent person to arrive before other people started showing symptoms. all 3 groups have been incredibly cautious thus far and were able to immediately catch it, so the spread is very slow so far... but it is spreading.

suddenly laventon's group is under even higher pressure to find a treatment or cure. and protag is expected to help. naturally. they're probably the only ones consistently visiting both stations for research purposes actually. so you get that "meeting & bonding with the wardens" vibe in there

[timetojointheclub]

Waitttt listening to the Tenet soundtrack on the Meeting Neil track and oh???my???god????

It sounds so sad but familiar at the same time.

Like from Protags pov it could be an overwhelming feeling of nostalgia, or Deja vu, like he knows this man, somewhere deep down he knows him but can’t quite place it.

From Neil’s pov it could be the relief of seeing his friend(or lover 😏) knowing that even Protag doesn’t know, just happy to see him again.

The start of the song feels like a sense of, “I know you.” With its slow, almost like on back where the waves pull back and forth.

Then in the middle is like their feelings/friendship blossoming and becoming something, trust but also a tinge of mistrust, especially since atp Protag doesn’t know Neil, it has a quiet sinister tone that builds until the very end.

Where I think their relationship becomes clear to Protagonist, he realizes, “oh, oh I did I do know you.”

The repeating notes, can sort of tell us, the panic or anxiety that Protagonist has in realizing this, and maybe excitement because him knowing Neil is an absolute.

Anyways I just watched Tenet like two days ago and I can’t get it out of my brain

[asbestieos]

the context is my non enstarrie friend bestie made a writing game out of combining TWO (2) enstars characters, making a fankid from them, and writing out a hypothetical meeting between parents and fankid ^_^ dont think about how this meeting is happening in the first place. dont think about the temporal or spacial dilations nedcessary for any of this to happen .dont think about it too hard . there is no real logical explanation other than shenanigans. anyway have fun!!! @bluestbluejay @head-full-of-empty

“Thanks for coming in, Chiaki-san.”

Chiaki nodded to Madara as he slid his coat off, eyeing the child sat atop Madara’s bed. He couldn’t have been older than ten.

The boy’s hair was dark brown near the ends but a brighter orange at the top. Though cut relatively short, it covered his ears and seemed to brush upwards at the back. He wore a puffy little white jacket, a red t-shirt sporting the image of some kind of humanoid monster, and cargo shorts. Freckles adorned his cheeks, pupils the same hue as Chiaki’s own.

“Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! RYUSEI Red!” the kid gushed, his eyes abright with excitement.

“… Haha! Mikejima-san, it’s not like you to host a private meet-and-greet!” Chiaki exclaimed, offering him a grin. “Who’s this little guy?”

Madara, who had closed the door to his dorm, now leaned against it, arms crossed. His face maintained its detached smile, but his eyes were creased with concern. More than usual.

“According to himself… that’s ‘our’ child.”

Chiaki blinked, all of his RYUSEI energy quickly draining from his body and face.

“Whuh?”

“Madara, shhh!” their apparent ‘child’ hushed, a finger to his lips. “Someone outside could hear you! In public, Chiaki is RYUSEI Red, not my dad!”

Though flubbing his words, Chiaki tried to recover, “Our— Our child?”

“Oh, sorry… I’ll introduce myself!” The boy straightened his back, setting a fist on his chest. A wide grin decorated his face. “My name is Yuki Judai[1], but m’ birth name is Morisawa! Nice to finally meetcha, Papa! Or- I can’t say that… Chiaki!”

Chiaki felt as if he might pass out.

“Chiaki, is Madara watching me?” Judai asks one night, just as a tired Chiaki, eyes bogged down by sleepless months between idol work and childcare, tucks him into bed.

It takes Chiaki a moment to absorb the question, and even then, he’s perplexed and disoriented from exhaustion. “Hm? Aahh… What do you mean…?”

Judai falls quiet, his gaze directing towards the wall. Chiaki takes the silence as hesitance.

“I’ll listen to you, Jyu.” He rests a hand on the child’s head, gently petting it.

“Sometimes Koko[2] and me watch mahoshojo movies when I’m over at Kuro’s,” Judai mumbles. “And sometimes, when the protag girl’s mom is missing, it turns out her mom was watching over her the whole time, but couldn’t live with her, to protect her.”

Oh. Chiaki’s eyes widens.

“Is Madara watching over me like that?” Judai’s gaze slides back towards Chiaki, who now looks away at the floor.

Of course it’d be a heavy question. Another one he couldn’t answer honestly. Another white lie he had to give to spare him some of the heartbreak Chiaki carried himself.

Chiaki drew his memories back to the last time he spoke to Madara . A few years ago, just a few months after Judai had suddenly came into their lives. They’d agreed to cut off contact completely for the sake of their careers, and it was on Chiaki to raise ‘their’ kid on his own as subtly and secretly as he could to avoid scandal. Even in all their time together, Madara never said a word of why — beyond he ‘didn’t want them to be hurt’.

It was maddening. How was Chiaki supposed to tell their kid that? How was he supposed to take that as anything but treason, anything but Madara Mikejima once again abandoning those he loved, doing what he thought would spare their feelings (and maybe his own)? And though Chiaki objected afterwards, since that day, he could never get in contact with Madara, even as he continued to tour as MaM.

There were signs that Madara still cared. Occasionally, sometimes with weeks between, unmarked envelopes with checks of thousands of yen upward arrived in his mail, so the two of them must still be a thought in Madara’s mind. But not enough to warrant visits or calls or even letters beyond money.

Maybe it was time to break that truth to Judai. That Madara wasn’t watching and never was, that he would never acknowledge either of them again. A small part of Chiaki believes Judai had already figured it out on his own anyhow. An even smaller part of him, the one keeping their reality in the dark from Judai in all that time, tries to claw his throat shut as he opens his mouth.

Before he can speak, Judai turns over on his side and tucks his head under the covers.

“Nevermind. Sorry I asked.” He whispers, “I already know he’s not paying attention. You don't, either.”

His heart drops to the floor and shatters like glass.

His mind now scrambled, Chiaki tries to force what comforting words he had out. Something to the tune of no, no, he loves you or he still thinks of you. The usual words given whenever Judai’s mourning Madara’s absence. Anything to tide him over until the morning when Chiaki would hopefully be more awake, have more energy to sort out the mess of a mental state both of them must be in, have more time to squeeze between jobs and RYUSEITAI practice.

Instead, he relents quietly, “I’m sorry, Judai.” He rubs the kid’s back through the blanket, offering what little comfort he could give without lying through his teeth for once. Surely it wasn’t enough. Far from enough. Years of starving for their affection could hardly be satisfied by a backrub.

“… Tell you what— I’ll make you breakfast in the morning, okay? Omurice with ketchup and maybe some miso.”

He doesn’t expect a reply, and he doesn’t receive one. After a good amount of silence, once he can hear Judai’s incredibly fake snores, Chiaki leans down and kisses his head through the blanket.

“Goodnight,” he sighs, finally rising to leave.

[1] sorry only the Yugioh GX luvin girlmutuals will understand this one, judai yuki just reads sooo ChiaMada baby to me

[2] bs'd name for kuro's little sister ^_^

um tee hee tenk yu for reading the silliness. i was super bored and nutricula besties helpedme kill my boredom with this writing game :thumbsup: tenk you nutricula girlmutuals

twirls hair cutely would anyone want to read silly chiamada drabble

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Hi um- can I request a

Ananas dragon cookie hc (it cam be smuty or not)

-a simp

it’s ass beating time i know who you are silly moot

here we go

nsfw headcanons - general (gn/not desc reader!)

tw // nsfw themes, primal play, hard dom behavior, impact and wax play, double penetration, cnc, voyeurism, oral, this guys a raunchy mf— you have been advised.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Egregious. Oh good god.

Ananas is fr the type of mf to be like “affection?? that’s disgusting get that shit away from me-“

same with the deed, they can’t make love worth shit. They’re a fucking type guy, they fuck.

^ aggressively.

they wear confidence oh so well and it makes them twice as hot….. btw he’s also a hard dom-

Are you a brat? Cuss them out and watch them chase you around the archipelago like “THE FUCK YOU SAY?”

if you’re into masochism, you’re gonna be in for a ride. They like impact play.

With consent given verbally, they won’t take written or gestured consent, they’ll pull your hair, bite you, even smack you-

It’s truly perplexing how animalistic this dragon can be. They truly let it all go. The growl, hiss, they claw at you and at the bed like holy shit you’re gonna rip the god damn sheets apart man-

They also have a tendency to treat you like prey. Like a little sheep to their wolf, and likes to heard you, so to speak. What this means is at times, Ananas has a weird habit of guiding you, walking around you, blocking you if you don’t walk in a certain direction, etc, similar to how sheepdogs heard sheep.

You’re gonna believe you’re getting wax poured on you. They’ll purposefully buy candles just to have Pitaya melt them, and keep them melted for when they want them. And when they want them, that means they wanna pour wax on you 😫

More so does it for the reactions rather than the aesthetic of wax play. They like seeing your face contort when your cold skin meets the hotness of the melted wax.

When coitus happens, it’s either double or nothing.

In case you weren’t aware, Ananas had two penises. They’re a dragon, dragons are lizards, you get the deal. And oh god they’re huge— both of them. Thick as hell too.

Listen though they understand it’s hard as hell to do, and they don’t actually want to harm you, so what they’ll do is allow you to break into it one step at a time. This is just about as merciful as they get.

but later on, yeah it’s double penetration or nothing.

Begging? Y E S.

Get on your knees, worship them, beg them to fuck you, be raunchy and tell them what you want, how you want it…

Hell they might comply.

They’re tongue is ungodly long as hell, plus it’s forked, and they know how to use that thing.

They believe that if you’re not about to transform, somethings not being done right.

Of course, Ananas though prefers to receive rather than give oral. For obvious reasons. The golden glow in their eyes is so gorgeous when they look down at you.

They’re not quiet, but they aren’t loud either. They have a clean bell like voice that’s not too low but it doesn’t reach anime boy protag potential, think Darius Deamonne from the Owl House. They purr, they growl, they grunt, they groan, all that shit. One thing you won’t ever hear them do though is moan.

Is a voyeurism freak and will watch you masturbate and listen to you moan and squeal. Will also watch you while masturbating. F r e a k.

That’s when the CNC starts. If you’re masturbating and they catch you you’re gonna believe you’re getting fucked one way or another. They don’t care where you are, what time of day it is, they don’t care they wanna fuck.

He tries his best with aftercare, especially if you two had a rather… violent night.

I imagine they can cook… somewhat decently? I mean nothing too extravagant, they do better with fresh ingredients, and they can surely work a knife.

They’ve also got a taste in movies. They like the older ones from the 1970’s: think the exorcist.

Isn’t really a fan of cuddling, but will do so if it makes you happy. Again, Ananas isn’t into soft shit, he’s a hard ass dom. They’re mean— brute like. But, if you want to, I guess…

Is understanding when it comes to safe words and will try their best to adhere to them. They’re mean, but they aren’t a dick, if too much is too much, they’ll comply with you and listen. No boundaries are to be broken. None. Ever. 🧡🍍