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the-cookie-of-doom · 21 days

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Cookie's Fic Recs

I feel like no one really does rec lists anymore! But last night I was feeling and sappy and mushy and decide to put together my own little list of fics I love. These are in no particular order, and they don't follow any real theme/tropes other than I dearly love them all, and you should definitely give them a read!

*I tried to tag everyone I could find a blog for, but if I missed anyone, please let me know I can tag them!

The Instinctual Gravitation Towards Warmth by kimkhimhant (@kimkhimhant)

This is my comfort fic. No joke, this is what I read when I want to die. It’s angsty as all hell, it’s made me cry, but it is so indescribably good. Kim is an addict going through recovery, finding love and family along the way. He hits rock bottom—arguably multiple times—but always claws his way back, always with the support of the people that love him. It’s such a beautifully written and cathartic story, I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve read it. But it’s almost certainly the fic I’ve reread the most.

Error in the Code by BlackwaterVial (@blackwatervial)

Sneaking this VegasPete onto my otherwise KimChay list bc it altered me. I think most people already know what it is, but jic: it’s a sci-fi/cyberpunk/android AU, and it’s one of the best things I’ve ever read. I go feral for androids and this fic delivers in all the best ways. The world building alone makes me weep. But all of the characters interactions, the way we get such an in depth feel for everyone despite the limited PoV, and the most satisfying take I’ve seen on android artificial intelligence ever—I can’t recommend this story enough.

Idiots & Idioms by snickerdoodlles (@snickerdoodlles)

This one is actually a series, and it's genuinely so much fun to read. For the most part it's a SocMed fic with Chay taking over Wik's twitter and making it everyone's problem, and it's fkn hysterical. This one is actually a series, and it's genuinely so much fun to read. For the most part it's a SocMed fic with Chay taking over Wik's twitter and making it everyone's problem, and it's fkn hysterical.

Silver for Truth by snickerdoodlles (@snickerdoodlles)

This fic is the Kim & Khun vs. Tawan team-up we deserve. Kim is a ruthless, demented bitch, that's too cool to beat Tawan to death bc what if he messes up his wrists right before a show?? Big, get 'im. Kim is the feral-est cat ever, leaving behind evidence and bodies for Kinn bc saying "hey bro, I still love you/look out for you" is too much emotion for him. The fic is also from Tawan's PoV which also makes it the funniest thing ever, for reason that I won't spoil <3

The Wiked Lies We Live by shubaka (@shubaka)

Oh my god, this fic. Canon divergence (technically??) where most things happen as normal... except KimChay have been bodyswaped at the start of it. The little twists Shu puts on the events of canon, given it isn't the correct characters experiencing them (such as Big being very confused about why Kim is suddenly nice to him??) are so much fun.

A Portrait of Affection by froginthesun (@froginthesun)

Kim is an artist and Chay is the part time nude model he hires. ‘Nuff said right there, except no it isn’t, this fic is beautiful. Kim’s frustration with his craft is palpable, and so is the way he rediscovers his passion through Chay. The writing is wonderfully detailed, every chapter felt like walking through a museum. And tension slowly building between them—unf.

Sunshine in My Closet by moneskin

This is an A/B/O AU that is so satisfying to read. Typical hilarious boundary violations (Chay stealing Kim’s clothes, a bewildered Kim handing over a freshly worn outfit, having barely any idea who this strange kid is) characteristic of the AU, but then the story also delves deeper into more serious topics. Chay has a history of abuse from a past alpha that he has to learn how to navigate with Kim, who is incredibly patient and works hard to make Chay feel safe and loved. Overall a very sweet and comforting read. Seriously, this fic makes me melt.

Your Body Feels Like Disrespect by Blue_Jay (@bluejayfiction)

This fic is so funny because it begins with Kim blurting out, in the middle of an Important Mafia MeetingTM, that he and Chay aren’t having sex, and then wanting to die about it. Followed by Kim’s family trying very hard to both support and terrorize him. It’s hilarious, sexy, and one of my favorite reads when I need a pick me up. (Bless Kinn’s determination to be a Good and Supportive Brother, and Vegas for being the Worst Person Ever.)

In Silent Screams (In Wildest Dreams) by BelladonnaWyck and StratsWrites

This is definitely a darker fic. There’s DubCon, Kim is generally Sketchy, but it’s very hot. And I love explorations of his character where he isn’t just outwardly psychotic and cruel. This fic shows the kind of dark that I think Kim could have been, if you just tilted his character a little to the left. He still seems very much the way he is in canon, but he’s also… a lot more calculating and cold, sometimes. I love it.

Forget-me-always by bisexualbard (@bisexualbard-writes)

I cannot sing the praises of this fic enough. I think it’s probably tied for IGTW for my most-read fics. I’ve probably read this one more often in reality, but only bc it’s shorter. But oh my god, does it hurt. Kim gets struck with amnesia post-break up, does a little light stalking, and gets Chay to help him learn/remember who he is. In the process realizes that wow his life sucks, and there’s no way he wants to go back to it. Especially if he’s the kind of person that hurt Chay. He would rather start over. (Ofc, he doesn’t get to). This fic makes me cry, it’s so good

Coffeehouse Play by AirgodSLV

This is a canon divergence AU that I adore. The KimChay characterization is on point. I love that despite everything going on around them, they also get to be two boys that hang out and play videogames and try to shove each other off the couch while Porsche makes dinner. Given the age difference it’s so easy to make Kim Older and MatureTM, but he’s still a kid, and this story never once forgets that. It felt so honest and true to his character that Kim does have a lot of plans, and he’s very smart, but he’s also still so young, and sometimes shit just goes wrong.

Want and Need by bisexualbard (@bisexualbard-writes)

God, this fic. T h i s f i c. Post-canon Chay goes to therapy and becomes a camboy (in that order) and it’s delicious. Watching the steady breakdown of his and Porsche’s relationship is so satisfying. Everything one of them does to make things worse feels awful, but is so in character that it’s hard to be mad at them for their decisions. Kim readily giving up control if it means he can be with Chay, and Chay getting a crash course in how to dom. All of it is just. So good. This is such a good fic

Your Look, Through This Lens by WildelyDawn (@wildelydawn)

AU where Chay becomes Kim’s photographer. This fic emotionally hobbled me. Just a fair warning. You will cry. But that said, the ending isn’t nearly as sad as the tags would have you believe! At least in my opinion. I think it’s fairly open/hopeful, and beautiful either way. I love the way this fic shows how Kim balances being Wik while also being part of the mafia. And I love how temperamental he is; always hot and cold, while remaining pretty even as far as how he expresses himself. Always very aloof/detached, just out of reach, with Chay never really sure where he stands/what Kim wants. But at the same time the fic happens just before Kim gets a big break, and the subtle ways he shows his excitement and nerves as things start coming together—it’s wonderful.

Love’s a Two-Way Dream by giraffeter (@giraffeter)

This fic is dark. Kim atticwife’s Chay and it’s not a good time. But!! It’s not just dark for the sake of it; Kim is a genuine sociopath, yes, but it unfolds slowly. You get a sense of creeping dread as he does things that are just a little bit off, until finally the Big Bad Thing happens. At first he seems normal, playing the part of good and respectful boyfriend. But it just goes downhill from there, and I love every word of it. The ending especially is very satisfying.

In the Dark of the Night by bisexualbard (@bisexualbard-writes)

Not to recc everything Bard writes, but… This is a rape recovery fic that I feel handles the subject matter incredibly well. There’s no gratuitous rape scenes, and even with the flashbacks, I don’t remember any of them being incredibly detailed. I think Bard handled the fic with incredible respect and grace. This is another one that’ll make you cry. The way Chay handles his past trauma while trying to have a relationship with Kim is so painfully real. And so is the way Kim wants to help him, but doesn’t really know how. But they figure it out together, and it’s amazing. (Also Kim acquires a stabby child in the form of an OC that I adore.) I just love the path Chay's recovery takes in this fic, it's so visceral and relatable. It's all around just. So good. I love this fic for the same reason I love IGTW and it's because both fics show an excellent depiction of recovery.

Chains and Crowns, A Flower Can Both Make by Sweet_William (@sweet-william-writes)

Incredibly Regency AU. Historical AUs are some of my all time favorites, and this is everything I didn’t know I needed. Sweet_William captures the essence of an Austen-esque style while still making this feel like the KinnPorsche characters. Chay is wonderfully feisty, Kim is delightfully complex, and the various family interactions always had me cackling.

Simple Little Secrets by CorvusCloudburst (@cloudburst-ink)

Chay sees the future when he touches people. Kim thinks he’s either insane, a spy, or a conman. Oh, and Chay’s visions of Kim? Always sex-related. The shenanigans are endless. What more do you need?? They’re both crazy4crazy and it’s my favorite thing ever. Their banter is snappy and fun, the writing is sexy, and it never once gave me second-hand embarrassment despite Chay’s horrible situations.

#cookie speaks #kimchay #kinnporche the series #fic rec #anyway i love all of you #I hope this makes people's days a lil brighter #<3<3<3

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trashcanwithsprinkles · 10 months

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Now that CN is over I need more fics to read (I say as if I'm not in the middle of rereading CN and plan to reread ITYSG(AINLY) again because I'm literally obsessed with your fics). Do you have an recs? Also what's your favorite fics/comfort fics (you can include your own)? I always find it interesting to know what the authors of my favorite fics like to read when they aren't writing.

other than my other fics (babysitting in the apocalypse is my other zhongchi fic), i do have a some zhongchi recomendations! sadly i cannot actually go to my bookmarks atm nor provide direct links. i also don't really remember the authors' names of most of them? and you'd have to like.... save them for later, what with ao3 being down and all;; but here are some off the top of my head if you want to get planning:

(once ao3 gets back up i'll update this list with proper links and the authors' names and maybe more recomendations since i do have many more i just can't remember,,)

○ entirely out of spite by Bgtea - i generally assume everyone's already reading this one given how big it is (and how it was kind of my inspiration for cyanide even tho i never said it), but if you're not, holy shit are you in for a good one. literally anything bgtea makes is wonderful. this one is an au based on the premise of a different story, but you don't need any knowledge whatsoever of it to enjoy and understand eoos (tho consider it if you like the premise, bc it's also really good). the rundown is- a mondern ajax dies and wakes up in the body of tartaglia, the antagonist of genshin impact, a game he'd been playing before kicking the bucket. he is tasked by a weird isekai-anime looking menu to fill in the shoes of the antagonist or else, but he's not technically stopped from altering the story just a tiny bit or being ooc, so he goes about trying to play the tartaglia role without meeting the same end as tartaglia (who dies ingame). it's such a good fic i cannot recommend it enough - it's not complete yet, but the wait for each chapter is more than worth it, and bgtea always does an insane amount of research for everything they post.

○ literally any other zhongchi fic by Bgtea. there's this short one about pulcinella or capitano (i can't remember, it might've been pantalone) selling pictures of childe to increase morale in the fatui (something something pr strategies), that one is hilarious. there's another one about zhongli getting stuck as a dragon and childe taking care of him as the world slowly goes to shit from rex lapis being missing (a comment pointed out it might be called "ajax' adventure with dog-lizard" and it sounds about right for me). another one they have is the autumn winds are sighing i think. that one was posted WAY back, some of the info is a bit outdated, but it's still so, so good. i can't remember what it was all about, but i do remember it involves zhongli going to snezhnaya to meet childe's siblings. the pining and tension on that one is off the roof. i should read it again,,,

○ after everything by Amanveth (i think that's how their username is written,,) - literally palate cleansing fluff. there's really good angst as well but it's overall just very sweet and soft, very much a feel-good fic. it's about zhongli and childe going back to being friends after the events of the archon quest and slowly realizing they're in love. it's still ongoing but it updates shockingly fast, and it's a nice little thing to read before going to sleep.

○ the white cicada society by clementinesgulag. still ongoing i think, but i have paused reading it for reasons unrelated to the fic itself, so i can only really atest to the frist arc of it? but holy fuck is the first arc good. the angst is godly in this one, and i'm always a sucker for a good horror mystery. this one is about the gritty and slow reconciliation of post-archon quest zhongli and childe as they investigate a series of awful murders and terrifying paranormal shit (i'm pretty sure) going on in the city. (it might be revealed to not be paranromal later in the fic as that partiuclar plotpoint hadn't yet resolved when i paused it at the end of the first arc, but i wouldn't know. wouldn't make it any less good if it wasn't tho)

○ death became him by Merianon. also still ongoing i think, but part of the many fics i have paused reading for reasons unrelated to them (i have... way too many saved,,,). this one is about childe going back in time after dying and waking up as a god, and the fic starts there, so it's about how the events of the game go with childe as a god and not in the fatui. i can't remember all that much about it tbh, but i remember i really liked it, the concept was so interesting. i'm waiting for it to end.

○ a sight for sore eyes by ToumeiKyoudai. still ongoing afaik, but i paused reading it as of very recently (again for reasons outside of the fic). this one is the events of the game except childe is legally blind. you have no idea how interesting and hilarious this fic is, the premise is so simple but it's so nicely executed. i can't really say all that much more about it since it's basically just that- it's a retelling but childe's blind. and he's so fucking funny. it's all so fucking funny, and the worldbuilding is stellar, and i just really really like it i can't explain why exactly. it's not a comedy! but fuck it's so entertaining.

i have so many more that i wish i could put here but i'm not 100% confident in their titles nor which fic was which (happens when you have a ton bookmarked but have paused reading a lot of them), so i don't want to risk saying this fic is one thing when in reality it's something else completely different,,,

these last two i put below for reasons i'll explain in each of their blurbs, but they're still as recomended as those above!

○ lungs full of roses, by SecretlyACatLady. if this is the title (and i'm 99% certain it is, but i can't check), then this is hands down the BEST hanahaki angst i've ever read. i'm not kidding. this one is very specific in its angst tho, and i gather likely not what everyone is looking for in a hanahaki fic, but holy fuck. basically childe gets hanahaki here but knows he cannot afford to have anyone find out he has it (bc fatui) and also not that he died from it, i think? might be mistaking that particular plotpoint for another fic. anyway- he leaves liyue but zhongli goes to look for him bc he's confused and just wants to apologize for the whole tsaritsa's contract and all. it gets out of hand real quick when the ppl of mondstadt try to help by acting as pushy wingmen and it's so GOOD holy fuck. i've never liked when other characters try to push the main pair together and act all 'just kiss already we all know!' around them, and seeing it backfire as horribly as it could if it were a realistic scenario (tho enhanced bc childe) is so incredibly satisfying. the reason why i put it down here is 1) i'm not 100% sure that's the title and 2) if it hasn't been abandoned, it's been in hiatus for a while now. which is hearbreaking, but it's also such a good fic that i'd honestly recommend it regardless if only for the angst at the start. but i understand not everyone is in for something like that if it doesn't resolve/likely won't resolve (idk if it's abandoned tho but i understand that if a fic takes too long to update, people will fear the worst). so yeah,,

○ non-playable character, by Jouicifer. this one is here exclusively because i'm a sucker for horror mystery - it doesn't mean the zhongchi isn't good, but it's not as prevalent in the plot as in white cicada (another horror mystery), so i can't exactly put it with the other more zhongchi-centric fics? not that the zhongchi isn't here, but. hard to explain. this one is also hard to explain in general, i'm not sure if it's based on the premise of another story or if this is a highly-secific trope/sub-genre in china (i think?), but the author refers to it as 'unlimited flow', so look it up if you want to be sure. either way, much like with eoos, it doesn't matter if you know anything about whatever that might be to enjoy and understand the story. the rundown is childe and a bunch of other people are players in this sort of virtual-reality scenario hopper, where they get put in 'games' with other players where they can die (tho idk if die die irl as well). basically, in the newest scenario they get thrown into, it's a horror murder mystery about a haunted mansion, and their guiding npc is zhongli, whom childe has met in another scenario and whom he is an absolute simp for. god idk how to explain it, it's just so good; but you need to be there for the plot first and the ship second. the ship is there! it's just the plot takes presedence. but holy fuck is the plot good. the reason why it's down here, like lungs full of roses, isn't bc of the plot or the ship being secondary, but... well, it's also been in hiatus for a long while now. to this fic's credit in particular, it was in a long hiatus before, but updated! out of nowhere! and then it went into its current hiatus, so. again, i understand people don't like that, but i'm a patient person so i'm willing to keep it in my bookmarks for as long as it takes (and forever if it gets abandoned). it's just THAT good. and since there's not much horror murder mystery in this fandom (or in fics in general), i'll take whatever i can get. the mystery is good in this one, so it helps.

(edit: added some authors and a fic title, thank you archon-of-chaos and redwormonastring!)

#as soon as ao3 is up i'll look thru my bookmarks and correct anything i got wrong #and also add some more fics #i have a ton more that i really really like #i just can't remember their names with as much clarity as these ones #idk why it's not like i like these particularly more than some of those #i enjoy all equally #except non-playable character that one's probably my favorite #and eoos #anyway #thank you!#always happy to recomend fics

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procrastinatorproject · 1 year

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Apparently, we are now moving fully into the realm of angst... 🙈

This chapter (of technically still the same story, though we are moving further away from the original prompt with every paragraph 😅) is veering into explicit AU territory of the "Everyone lives, no-one is turned into a Borg Queen" variety. I'm not sure how much I'll go into the details of how we got here, some of it will definitely come up during this chapter, but I haven't picked the fix-it version I like best for season 2. So for now, let's just say: "S2 happened mostly the same, except Agnes and Rios have returned safely with the rest of the motley crew."

(also: not sure how coherent this is, but it is late and I'm trying not to stay up until 2am for once. I'll do some proper editing before I post this to AO3 in the semi-near future 😋)

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“How are you today, Dr Jurati?”

Despite herself, Agnes had to smile. “Emil, how many times have I told you to call me Agnes?”

“Force of habit.” She could hear that the EMH, too, was smiling. Or… he would have been smiling, if he currently had a physical matrix.

“How are you doing?” she asked, leaning back in her chair and looking at the ceiling. As an academic with contacts in faraway sectors, it wasn’t unusual for her to have calls that were voice-only. Even with the latest advances in subspace communications technology, the latency of inter-quadrant calls was greatly reduced if you didn’t try to submit an image at the same time.

Still, this wasn’t your average voice call, and it was difficult to stop herself from picking at the corner of the loudspeaker, where a slim gap had formed between rim and grill that was vibrating ever so slightly every time the device emitted the EMH’s voice.

Emil seemed to be pondering her question. After a long moment, he said: “All my systems are operating within normal parameters. The ones I have access to, anyway.” He sighed. “It really is rather inconvenient, but I suppose this has to count as an improvement.”

Agnes ran a finger along the edge of the speaker. “Well, I’m glad to finally be talking to you again.”

“We spoke only last week,” the EMH said mildly.

Agnes rapped a knuckle against the grill. “That wasn’t the same.”

There was a brief pause before Emil said: “No, it wasn’t.” Another pause, then: “I’m glad, too. I’ve missed our chats.”

For a moment, silence hung between them as each dwelt on their own thoughts. Finally, Emil made a noise like he was clicking his tongue, even though in his current state, he had neither the tongue nor the palate to perform this action. When he spoke, he sounded a lot more composed. “Commandr Barclay is to be commended; I didn’t expect he’d make progress this quickly.”

“I was pretty amazed, too. I guess the new algorithms helped more than we’d thought.” Agnes felt a familiar tingle on her right cheek and she started fiddling with the zipper-pull on the edge of her sleeve.

Even though he didn’t have any meaningful access to the ship’s visual sensors, Emil must have noticed her sudden discomfort, because he asked: “Would you like to talk about that?”

Agnes pulled the zip up a few centimetres, then back down to her wrist. “I’m really sorry we haven’t been able to fully untangle your programmes.”

“That’s not what I —”

“It should only be a matter of time now,” Agnes continued quickly. “I had a message from professor L’Nel this morning. She’s finally managed to look at the data we sent her, and she thinks we can significantly reduce the risk of algorithmic fragmentation. We’ll probably have to work backwards to your root architecture and save all alterations and augmentations along the way, but with a large enough external processor, it should be doable.”

“Dr Jurati…”

The zipper had gotten snagged and no matter how hard Agnes pulled, she couldn’t free it again. “I was thinking we might ask Seven and Raffi if they have time for a detour to Vulcan. I still have contacts at the Science Academy and who knows. With my new-found powers of persuasion, I might just get them to lend us their supercomputer for a few hours.” She was babbling now, but she couldn’t make herself stop. “It would take some time to iron out all the kinks in interoperability-interfacing, but now that Ian can help us with insights into Sirena’s computer system, we’re a lot closer to a solution.”

“Agnes.”

The zipper finally came loose, but she had pulled on it with so much force that it slipped over the delicate stopper at the hem of her sleeve cuff and landed on the desk with a quiet clink. Agnes took a deep breath, staring at her now permanently zipped-up sleeve. So much for getting unstuck…

#star trek picard #star trek picard fanfiction #agnes jurati #emil (emh)#i'm not 100% sure where i'm going with this #or whether anything in this bit is going to turn into An Metaphor(tm)#(i'm usually not good at doing those on purpose 😅)#so there might be some substantial editing before all is said and done #but maybe that'll be good motivation for a re-read if and when this goes up on ao3 🙈#anyway #lili's writing adventures #writing accountability #AND IT IS PRE-2AM! PROGRESS!!!

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starsmuserainbow · 5 months

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Wishlist-entry -- another one taken from my previous version of this blog!

Technically I guess this is a thing that can only really work between Robin and Starfire, I guess, but I’ll still list it simply as wishlist-item.

Basically, inspired by this image (and this one though the first one was what gave me this wish) - an AU kind-of thing where Robin and Starfire meet while they’re still kids, while he’s still in the circus!

(Some more blabber about details below the cut)

My currently most prominent idea for Star being there would be that the happenings I wrote in her origin story simply took place much earlier (probably with a few alterations here and there, haven’t really thought through the details yet), and she still escaped from the ship that was taking her, still heading to Earth, and finding cover underground, hidden enough that the Gordanians weren’t able to locate her again. She of course doesn’t know if they’re gone yet or still searching, and she also doesn’t know anything about the planet she had come to, so she stays hiding, only sneaking out when there isn’t much ruckus/noise above to take some things that might be food, to survive. And one day, a lot of noise is happening above her - a circus sets up above, and she sees the very changed surroundings the first time when sneaking out during less noises (say during a show or something, as most happenings would then be focused on the actual show). She again only takes food and goes into hiding again, day after day, but one of these days while the circus is above, someone seemed to have heard her. An opening in the ground above, someone was lowered down, and the tamaranean girl stared at the stranger who just found out about her hiding here.

She’d need to learn the language, which (unless he can stop her) she definitely would do through lip-contact as it is the way of a tamaranean to do it. (Or, if you really don’t want this, we could have her slowly learn the language for whatever reason? Isn’t what she would do though so I’d need some reason for her not doing the lip-contact. Maybe we can say she left Tamaran before learning how to properly do that - I usually assume they learn it pretty early, but we can change that around for here) I picture that in this situation, she isn’t able to access much of her powers, both because of missing her family and her home, being in a whole new, strange place and alone, and also because she just hasn’t had much positive emotions for a bit. I’d see Robin introducing her to earthen things, maybe at first still letting her hide longer, but eventually (maybe because the circus is about to move on?) convincing her to stop hiding, maybe join him and his parents (or he ‘hides’ her from his parents, or everyone, but still offers her a place to stay? maybe with the animals if hiding is better possible there? idk really). As they bond more and more, she would eventually be able to slowly gain access to her powers again.

I won’t go into more details here, but yes, I think this AU would be absolutely adorable and really interesting to play through. Of course there would be more things if we play through the ages, like once that with his parents and Batman taking him in happens I’d have to figure out what I (or we) have be with Star - but all of that is stuff I don’t wanna go detailed into for now. I just wanted to write this down as a wishlist thing too.

#✫ Out of Characters ✫ | OOC #✫ General Tag (Starfire(Canon)) ✫#✫ Wishlist (Starfire(Canon)) ✫#ah yes my own personal 'cursed plotline'#whenever I have someone wanting to write it with me they are gone shortly after I post the starter #happened 'only' like twice so far but it still happened more than once so it does feel like it

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fluffyfantasticducky · 2 years

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The God’s Little Secret

☆ Pairing: Loki x Reader

☆ Synopsis: When Loki is in a bit of trouble, you offer to help, you didn’t expect to discover an interesting little fun fact about your favorite mischievous scamp. But does he hate as much as he claims? Or could it be that maybe he was having just a little bit of fun?

☆ Word Count: 4,600

☆ Notes: To this day I think Loki is touch-starved but somehow oblivious to this fact. So, I think he’d enjoy tickles because of that and... playful fun for the God of Mischief? It makes perfect sense and you can pry this headcanon from my cold dead hands. Also see that gif, Loki's gonna be trapped in that position for most of the fic.

☆ Warnings: Long-ass intro but it's fine because I'm intending on making about 4 parts of these so... I have to establish some AU because nobody dies on my watch.

Living with the Avengers was a dream come true, you had always wanted to help others, and saving lives was certainly one very outstanding way to do it. Besides, getting to stand by the Earth’s mightiest heroes filled you with pride and a sense of fulfillment you had never even deemed possible.

Certainly, it wasn’t a perfect life. The missions were draining both to your physical and mental state, as well as the public opinion that was always... divided, to say the least. But it was a rewarding way of living.

And it only kept growing. Ever since the All-vs.-all incident of 2016 everyone started taking apprentices of sorts. It all started with Nat who reunited with her sister Yelena and all the other Widows in some chain reaction effect which the team got to meet after the Battle for Earth. Then right before the Battle of Wakanda, Tony officially accepted Peter under his wing making him the second apprentice. You could say Steve had Bucky and more recently Sam and the Maximoff twins, but they refused to join the dynamic, except for Wanda who didn’t really mind and was just happy to have such a big family. Bruce being technically one of his father figures spent a lot of time with Vision, definitely being a more relaxing lab assistant than Tony. And lately, after an incident with his blip alter ego, Clint had met a young archer girl and once things were solved joined as well. And... Thor, well, Thor’s case was special.

Now you weren’t exactly an official Avenger. Since Steve had 4 heroes under his leadership, Nat had an army of Widows and Thor had an entire kingdom plus an alliance with the Guardians of the Galaxy (whoever they were) Tony found you and took you under his wing as well. Making you his third protegee along with Peter and Vision (sort of). Peter following the hero path, Vision his —shared, as everyone seemed to have to remind him— technological legacy, and you...

You were his little inventor.

Sure, Peter was a brilliant and a more than capable kid, but with his young age, college already knocking on his door, and his hero double life… Tony just didn’t want to overwhelm him. And besides, he reflected more on you in the sense that you were just a normal person with only your ingenuity against the world... It also helped that he started teaching you during the blip, when Peter was unavailable. But you wanted more, you wanted to be a hero as well.

Besides your job as an inventor, Tony insisted on you taking fighting lessons from none other than the Avengers. Which... okay that might have been your biggest challenge. Sure, you had taken self-defense classes in your life but facing THE Black Widow in hand-to-hand combat was intimidating enough... let’s not bring in the basically gods that now were your roommates.

Speaking of Gods, out of all the unexpected friendships you could have made the two Asgardians were the weirdest. Thor —as everyone rumored— was blessed with not only a body worth of his title as a divinity and a nice-looking face but with great charisma. You could understand why every woman out of the god’s inner circle was head over heels for him. But the relationship you both had was more of sibling kind. You had a few interests in common and could always share a nice laugh with the blond. But that was it.

Thor’s brother on the other hand... was annoying, sarcastic, stubborn, distant, and was even rude from time to time. And quite frankly, had you head over heels.

At first, you couldn’t quite get to figure out much about Loki, since he was thought dead during the blip. You had the official story, about how Loki had been a maniac on a bloodthirsty rampage to try and conquer Earth, how he had manipulated the Avengers trying to divide and conquer until they managed to become, in fact, a team and defeat him. But seeing Thor mourn him those 5 years while you were just a regular worker made you wonder what kind of person he must have been for Thor to miss him so much.

So you asked, calling Thor to ask him for stories about his past and his family, and mostly about his brother. Despite his grieving, Thor seemed most happy to tell you all about Asgard, from its culture to its citizen and his friends. His eyes got watery every time he talked about his parents, and it was rare the time that he didn’t cry when talking about his brother. Yet he always seemed thankful for the video calls and support you provided him, saying someone being so interested in Asgard was nice.

You had never seen Thor happier than the day after the battle for Earth. Loki arrived at the Compound looking for Thor looking badly bruised, and his clothes turn to shreds, pale and about to pass out but alive. That’s when you met Loki. You were reinstalling the equipment on a barely rebuilt Medbay when they arrived. You had to admit that it was amusing seeing the god carrying his little brother in his arms, both with teary eyes and the younger one red in the face screaming profanities demanding to be put on the floor. Since you were lacking a real doctor on the building (or with healthy hands) and his wounds were rather superficial it was up to you to patch him up.

Thor did not leave his side interrogating him about how was he alive and when was the gonna stop playing dead while Loki complained about it not being on purpose this time and that at least he was back. You just smiled and silently cleaned his wounds hearing the brothers argue.

“Um, I’m sorry” you finally spoke up directing the brothers’ attention to you and a plain black shirt you had picked. “Loki, is it? Your shirt is kind of... destroyed, I imagine you’d like a change.”

Loki looked baffled but shyly accepted the shirt with a mumbly “thank you”. He took off the damaged armor revealing his bare torso and you couldn’t help but let out a gasp at the sight.

“What? Like what you see?” he asked more sarcastically than flirtatiously.

“You’re still wounded” you pointed out bluntly.

“How perceptive” he hissed.

“Please... Let me help.”

“There’s no need, I can—”

Thor gave him a severe look that shut him up, allowing you to continue what you were doing. Alcohol and a ball of cotton in hand you began cleaning his wounds as Loki observed you with curiosity. You were the first mortal he interacted with that did not cower in fear at his presence or hadn’t tried to kill him in the past few centuries, which was new to him. He highly doubted that kind of humans still existed ever since his visit to Earth over a decade ago, and yet here you were, calmly cleaning his injuries with only concern for his well-being in your voice.

It was unnerving, but Loki thought he could take it... That is until your hand grazed that spot right below his ribs. Loki couldn’t remember how he got that bruise, but it might as well have killed him rather than having to live this moment. Having you looking at him confused and innocently asking if it hurt there. Oh, how he wished it did, rather than just feeling a burning heat creeping up his face and having to hear his brother’s mocking snickers from behind him.

“I’m quite alright, darling. Thank you.” he excused himself quickly putting the shirt on and leaving the room.

At the time you didn’t think much of it and simply let it slide, thinking Loki was just shy and that was his way of showing it.

Since that day you kept running into Loki more and more after that. Thor and Loki moved to the rebuilt compound, and you could see him more often, which you didn’t mind at all. You didn’t understand why Loki seemed to tolerate you the most, clearly, you didn’t have the history the other Avengers had with him... but why you in particular, was a mystery. So with the task at hand, you tried to help Loki feel more at home.

Not that it was hard being around Loki. While your original impression of him about being rude was right, you were also right about it merely a defense mechanism, and once past that his conversation was always a delight, his acidic sense of humor was charming in a very Loki way, constantly making sarcastic comments to make you giggle at the most inconvenient time and his mischievous nature always seemed to know exactly when you had to be distracted from work. You soon found out that Loki was the closest thing Asgardians had to nerds and geeks, so soon, just like his brother had, Loki began soaking up in Midgardian culture, quickly expanding to other sources of entertainment.

Loki being Loki, complained about how mediocre Midgardian literature and music were compared to Asgardian or even to its elder ancestor in the Shakespearean era whenever someone recommended him something. But your suggestions? Those were originally percieved with skpeticism, but when he turned to like your first suggestions, you became his confident on what to read or listen... and eventually things to watch.

In exchange, Loki often helped you out with your training, giving you advice and feedback. Pointing out how your pose was stiff, or your leg being bent over in a way that could make you lose your balance. And giving you a routine that helped you improve your physique. Despite all the time he spent teaching you, he never gave in to having a one on one with you, casting an illusion to help you practice your dodging. He claimed it was because it was too much of a hassle, but a part of you suspected— no. A part of you hoped there was something more, that he cared.

The only thing he didn’t help you with was the training course. It was this big ring area that surrounded the training room like a normal track circuit but with obstacles worth of a sci-fi movie (you could thank Peter for that idea) where it just tested out your skill to infiltrate or escape.

It took you many attempts, late nights of training and frustration, and a fair share of visits to the Medbay, but your time was slowly getting better, ranking those mutants with enhanced agility or trained assassins, but above those who relied more on strength or an outer source of power and… Loki. His time was still a mystery, always refusing to give it a go. Despite everything it was a huge pride that you were starting to stand out as an agile fighter, and with your slow development of your own iron suit, you hoped to be officially accepted one day into de battlefield.

It demanded a lot of work and time, which… since you weren’t allowed to go on missions yet wasn’t a problem… But it was often lonely. Staying behind to practice and in case they needed some intel from HQ or to arrive quickly to the city in case there needed to be an evacuation, but it all still felt like an excuse to keep you away.

At least you could chat with them during the flight.

“Look, all I’m saying is that Iron Maiden would be a great name” you joked through the communicator on your watch.

“And I’m saying it’d be copyrighted” Nat chuckled through the com.

“I could buy the permission” you heard Tony’s voice at the distance.

“You are NOT doing that!” Steve screamed.

You giggled at the argument you had accidentally caused while you saw Wanda and Peter scooting closer to the camera so you could see them smiling at your apologetic grin.

“What about Iron Heart?” he suggested.

“I don’t know, Pete. I could’ve made a red and white armor and add a skull to the side like graffitied like the albums and—”

You stopped on your tracks by the training room when you heard noise from the inside. You hung up and peaked inside and you couldn’t believe your eyes. It was Loki, he was in the obstacle course.

Surely you knew Loki was in the building, the mission they had left to involved civilians which Loki was not allowed to participate in, given the people still had mixed opinions about him and he could cause a panic. But you expected him to be in his room, the library or even the lounge room. He was not one to train when the others weren’t forcing him to.

His movements were quick and smooth as he jumped and dodged through the obstacles at full speed, his hair often got in his face, but it didn’t seem to slow him down, his eyes set in the next 3 obstacles to beat. It was mesmerizing.

“Wow…” you mumbled.

It was a split of a second, but he realized you were there. And that instance was enough of a distraction for one of the gates he was crossing to close, trapping his leg, making him fall face-first one the floor.

“LOKI!” you rushed to him in a panic. “I’m sorry, are you hurt?! I didn’t mean to–”

“I’m alright, love” he groaned rubbing his chin, “Just help me out.”

You walked to the control panel and pressed the button that normally shut down the entire thing and would lift the shuttle door, ergo, releasing Loki’s leg. But when you did…

Bbbttzzzzzzzz! Nothing happened. Oh boy.

“Uhh, Loki… It’s jammed” you mumbled nervously.

“What?”

It was a rare sight, seeing Loki this genuinely nervous. Perhaps because his godly lie detector realized you weren’t joking; he didn’t bother asking and skipped to tugging to see if he could free himself.

“I could call the guys, ask them if Thor can come quickly, and b—”

“ABSOLUTELY NOT!” Loki protested, but the way he made you flinch caused a horrible sinking feeling on his gut, so he made sure that he phrased his next sentence more gently, “If they find out, they won’t let me live this down. Especially my brother.”

It meant it was up to you to bust Loki out… You… who had no superhuman strength or even one of Tony’s armors yet… Great, no pressure.

“Can’t you free yourself?” you asked nervously as you kneeled beside him. “With your godly strength and such…?”

“Under normal circumstances, yes.” He lamented, “But in this position I have no way to make some leverage.”

“Leverage… That’s not a bad idea.”

You stood up and rushed out the room and when you came back you found Loki resting upper body weight on his forearms and hanging his head defeatedly, until you came back and looked up to see you holding a crowbar. You placed it between the door and the floor and tried lifting the door, but if Loki couldn’t move it, certainly you weren’t going to do much. You tried a couple of things, a hydraulic jack but the door was too low, you tried rebooting the system, but the problem was the door not the programming…

It was all useless. After the 3rd-hour mark, both of you were tired and moody just laying on the ground surrounded by mechanic equipment that didn’t help at all.

“Any other idea?” you asked.

“Just… try help me up.”

“Right, because relying on my physical strength went so well” you complained.

Loki simply looked at you annoyed and stretched his arm for you to grab. You groaned and obeyed, grabbing his hand and began pulling. Loki tried tugging his leg free while you pulled and served him as something to grab on. He didn’t count that you, feeling your strength failing, would sneak your hand right below his arm in an attempt to get a better grip. Just like you didn’t count on Loki yelping and immediately letting go of you, smashing against the floor once more.

“W-What was that all about?!” Loki complained, trying to deflect your attention from his red cheeks.

“What do you mean?! You’re the one who let go! I just…!”

The concern in your face washed up and was quickly replaced with the most devious smirk Loki had seen… after his own of course. But the fact that it was directed to him, and him being in such a precarious position couldn’t end well.

“You never told me you were ticklish” you chanted.

“Darling, don’t get any ideas” he warned. “I-I’m serious!”

“Please, Loki, this is like finding the Atlantis, I have to test this out!” you gushed out excitedly as you sat right next to him, in the worst position for Loki to fight back. “C’mon, it’ll be fun!”

“H-Hang on just a moment!”

You gave an experimental squeeze to his sides, and the way he jolted and clenched his fists to try keeping his cool only made you giggle nervously.

“So boring for the God of Mischief, maybe this is exactly what you need to lighten up.”

“I’m not joking! Don’t you d-dahare!” his protests were interrupted by a stream of giggles from a new tickly attack to his ribs. “Noho, stohohop it.”

In all, you had known Loki —which admittedly, wasn’t much— you had never heard him laugh like this, only a few breathy laughs through his nose whenever you mocked the other Avengers with a sarcastic comment or by purposely putting yourself in ridicule to make others smile. But this was just a whole new different thing, and it was amazing.

Loki’s laugh was charming, to say the least. It wasn’t high pitched like yours, it wasn’t low like his brothers or wheezy like Steve’s. Loki’s laugh was on his normal usual (aka when he wasn’t purposely making it lower to intimidate) and it was this smooth and airy sound. And when he laughed, he scrunched his nose and stuck his tongue out a little.

“I’m gonna ki— ahehehehe!” his threats were interrupted by a new stream of giggles whenever you changed spots, this time sneaking your hands below him to scratch at the sides of his tummy.

Certainly Loki wasn’t one to not fight back, but he was too busy laughing to be mean or threatening and given his position he couldn’t catch your hands because of his limited visibility and motion gave you plenty of time to change spot away from his hands and keep him giggling.

“Loki, you should laugh more often, it suits you” you complimented a bit more honestly than you meant. “You look really cute.”

“Shuhuhut it, you dimwihihit” he cackled and collapsed on the floor when your fingers found a particularly sensitive spot on the back of this ribs, right in middle.

“You know, Loki�� you teased grinning at his reaction. “Your Shakespearean insults only make you seem cuter.”

You saw the way he pressed his clenched fist against his mouth to try and suppress his giggles. But you couldn’t have that, so you sneaked your hands under his arms and scratch over his shirt, but it was enough to send him to hysterics.

As you scribbled your fingers against the spot his arms tried sticking to his side but doing that gave him no support leaving him glued to the floor, which was only making him feel more vulnerable, so he was torn between trying to protect his body or trying to support his upper body.

It was quite the sight.

“DAHAhaharling!” he squealed when you tried a new spot, his back. “Cuhuhut it out!”

“Ohh, jackpot!” you cheered.

Loki thought he’d lose his mind when you started kneading and pinching his back muscles. His body resigned to just laugh as he rested his in the inside of his elbow, occasionally hiding his face there to try and conceal his laughter… with very little success.

“My god, just when I thought you couldn’t get any cuter” you cooed. “you’re quite full of surprises, aren’t you?”

“SHUHAHAHAHT IT!”

You could have sworn his breath hitched and his laughter raised its volume just the slightest every time you teased him, but unsure if it was for a good or a bad reason you decided to keep your mouth shut as much as you could.

Not that you’d stop tickling him, finding that the spot between his shoulder blades made him laugh like a little boy and running your fingers along his spine made him shiver and curse between hiccoughs of laughter. With all the interesting spots only on his back and the cute diverse sounds coming out of the god you weren’t sure you could ever get tired from making him laugh like this.

“S-Somehwehre e-EEEHEHELSE!!” he cackled as you had just returned to tickle his upper back.

Probably Loki was too overwhelmed to realize the phrasing he had chose, but it made you feel butterflies, wondering if he wasn't really minding the situation. And if the only thinkg he wanted it to continue in a different spot, who were you to deny?

You took the strategy of poking random spots to mess with him for a good while to explore which spot made him laugh the most or he tried to protect the most. And when you did, you made sure to exploit it. His stomach seemed to be quite the spot but given he was laying on it you couldn’t really test it out, but there were other spots to make up for it, like his underarms were pretty mad, making him flail and squirm in the most incoherent way, his ribs caused Loki to squeak and sputter incoherent laughs.

“Pffha- ahahehehehe! Nohohoho! St-stop ihihit!”

Out of all the spots his back didn’t exactly make him laugh the loudest, but clearly being bad enough that he just collapsed on the floor in silent laughter as you traced little patterns up and down the center of his back. You found that the spot between his shoulder blades and the small of his back made him giggle like a little kid.

You couldn’t help but laugh along, his laugh was too contagious… And you couldn’t help but feel an empathetic tickly feeling.

“Whahat are yohohohou lahaughing aAAAT?!” his laughed peaked when you sneaked your fingers on the back of his neck.

With one hand tickling his back and the other fluttering fingers along his neck, Loki finally lost it.

“AHAHALRIGHT! N-NO MOHOHORE!” he pleaded. “IHI YIHIHIE—! P-PLEASE!”

You weren’t trying to kill him, so you gave in and crawled to end up sitting in front of him, smiling like a kid on Christmas morning while Loki huffed trying to catch his breath.

“Haha… hah… oh darling, th-that… was a grave mistake,” he panted. “My vengeance will b—”

“I would stop you there, Loki-doki” you interrupted him “it’s not very wise to threaten someone with the knowledge I now possess about you, buddy.”

Loki looked at your shit-eating grin with a face of incredulity, the fact that he hadn’t detected a lie from you was amazing to the young god. How soft had he gone that even a simple young mortal could try and push his buttons like this? And why was he enjoying it so much?

He also realized as the seconds passed and he recovered from the tingly feeling over his skin that said sensation was replaced by a grave feeling of loss, his nerves demanding the contact of your hands on him again, wanting to feel you closer once more, even if it meant he had to go through that again.

“You’re insufferable” he chuckled. “You’re an awful friend.”

“You love it, dummy,” you giggled, and while Loki was retorting your teases an idea popped in your head. “Dummy… Dum… e…! LOKI, YOU’RE A GENIUS!”

“Yea— what?! Wait!” he asked but you rushed out of the room, leaving Loki to call your name in frustrated and confused. “What do you mean?!”

You came back followed by a machine that Loki had seen in the robotics lab quite often and reminded him of that claw games his brother always got frustrated with. Loki wasn’t sure what was about to happen, but you had that glow in your face you had whenever you did a breakthrough… and that for some reason Loki found so charming.

“I don’t know what I didn’t think of this sooner!” you admitted sheepishly. “Dum-E can help us!”

“Should I be worried that you recruited a robot that you address as Dummy?” he asked cheekily.

“As I told you earlier, you’re in no position to tell me what to do” you mocked him as you handed the crowbar to the robotic arm. “Can you help him out honey? And Dum-e may not be very smart, but he is strong, more than I am at least”.

“That’s not particularly difficult, darling” Loki smirked as Dum-E made its way to the door.

“Don’t make me tickle you again, Odinson” you said as you kneeled to poke his nose.

The snarky comments between you two had you two so distracted that you didn’t notice that the clumsy robot had successfully completed the task he was given, lifting the door just enough to release Loki’s leg. The poor robot beeped urgently, and Loki curled his leg to freedom.

“It worked” Loki mumbled in disbelief as finally he sat down.

“I told you, Dum-E isn’t perfect, but he’s good, thank you sweetie.”

The little robot beeped in a happy tone and left the room, playing a an 8bit-tune, which in retrospective… was what singing would be for a robot who can’t actually speak.

“Ahh, I can feel my leg again” Loki sighed as his eyes rubbing his shin.

“Let me help” you offered gently as you sat next to him.

According to Thor, Loki wasn’t one to often accept help, but he didn’t refuse whenever you did something for him. From doing him breakfast to checking his wounds whenever he returned from a mission, he just followed you silently and accepted all the attention, just like now he allowed you to lift the cloth of his trouser leg and rub the sore spot… what he couldn’t do was prevent a few giggles from escape.

“Even here?” you smiled playfully. “I wouldn’t have guessed that a God could be this ticklish.”

“I would suggest you not to mock me” he growled.

“I wasn’t, I think it’s nice that you are… it makes us more alike…” you said gently, before your cheeks lit up to match Loki’s “Humans and Asgardians, I mean.”

“Right… I believe you” Loki chuckled amusedly.

“Ha-ha…” you laughed unamused, before a genuine smile formed on your lips, “thanks for letting me mess with you… it was nice seeing you smile like that.”

Loki was going to respond that he didn’t exactly allow you, but the way you smiled at him made him not want to correct you. Not many people smiled at him so purely and honestly happy… And even less people could do it in a way that would stir so many emotions within him.

“Well… that was fun, but it’s kinda late” you said as you stood up and stretched. “I’ll go take a shower before making dinner for both of us… I… I will see you at dinner, right?”

Loki couldn’t help but chuckle, you had tortured him and teased the whole evening, but now you acted shyly at the idea of inviting him to join him for dinner. The contrast was weird, but adorable, nevertheless.

“Of course” he smiled politely, “I’ll see you in the kitchen”.

“Cool! See you there” you smiled as you left the room, feeling fuzzy and giddy, completely unaware of the warm feeling surging on the young God’s chest that he couldn’t understand or wanted to get rid of.

And he wanted more… as much as he wanted revenge.

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thanks again to @dykerory and @willowcrowned for this genius au. this is an incomplete collection of very specific set of headcanons/daydreams i had about a tangential version of your au that made me emotional in the middle of the woods. whenever you feel the time is right, i’m very eager to hear your og version on the ‘but obi-wan, tho!’, because i admittedly pushed this one’s resolution really far chronologically because i wanted batman to be involved.

continuation from here

note: my understanding of dcu is as sporadically informed as my understanding of the gffa.

newly graduated clark kent gets his first journalism job and starts settling more and more into the superman thing. the rest of the justice league has been around but his entrance onto the scene is the one that really inspires the various heroes to actually start coordinating to deal with the weirdness magnet that is dcu Earth. Clark is in his early 20s. Anakin is in his late 30s.

He’s been living on Earth, without the force, for nearly 2/3rds of his life. He has a close knit circle of friends who were kind to him even when they thought he was just a weird and crazy emo cult victim (the gradual increase of public encounters with aliens and superpowers sparks some awkward apologies, Anakin at 38 just waves his friends off, smiling and changing the subject, neither confirming nor denying his high school ramblings of spaceships and magic. it doesn’t really change anything).

He lives an hour’s drive from smallville, and runs a successful auto shop. people travel from pretty far to check out some of his more wild and specialized motorcycle abominations. makes enough money selling them to rich idiots to fund his free auto-class and auto-repair programs for impoverished communities.

It took a while but he eventually came around to the idea of helping people without physical force (ironically, this is happening around the same time Clark is coming to the realization that he can help people with physical force). Generally respected as a pillar of the community. When people start to realize how profoundly weird he is as a person in a number of inexplicable ways, someone will generally pull them aside and quietly whisper that he was in a cult at a child, no one really knows much about it except that it’s what inspired his anti-modern-slavery work, which is a little telling. Not married. Was in a long-term relationship for like 9 years. It didn’t end well but no-one knows the details.

Has several cats.

He’s- wistful but settled. He’s been through a lot of therapy. He meditates every morning and night, clearing his mind and examining his emotions in the way Obi-Wan taught him. He thinks Obi-Wan would be proud of him. He know his Mom would be.

Once he gets used to the idea, he never really stops loving the concept of learning just because. Duel bachelors degree in in african american history and american literature, masters in engineering, masters in astrophysics a phd in theoretical physics, another phd in medieval folklore. He’s worked a lot of jobs.

He was already pretty well versed in astronavigation back at the temple. Over the course of his time on earth, he gets more educated in earth astronomy and physics. With is increased knowledge, his theory for ‘how did i get here’ shifts from slight hyperdrive miscalculation, to big hyperdrive miscalculation, to some sort of hyperlane incident. he realizes that none of the stars he knows are familiar in any NASA database. He must be beyond wildspace, which helps him let go of the last bit of hurt he felt that Obi-Wan never found him.

Then he really learns physics- and- light doesn’t exactly work like that right? He thought it was just primitive Earth understanding but... he gets a phd more or less accidentally, trying and failing to disprove that the speed of life is constant constant.

Get’s another even more accidentally, explaining how alternate universes might form if we assume slightly different universal constants. He publishes his thesis anonymously around the same time metas are becoming a household term, and at least one science journalist speculates on it and how alternate universes might explain the increasing prevalence of wildly different superpowers. He doesn’t claim credit for the honorary diploma awarded to the unknown theorist- he doesn’t want to risk drawing any attention to him and by extension Clark, who’s alien differences are far more of the ‘military experiment interesting’ variety then his.

He stops tinkering with Clark’s ship. He finally gets how it works. Now that he realizes how FTL travel has to work in this universe, tinkering with the mechanical generation and harnessing of the massive quantities of energy necessary to do is startlingly familiar. But it doesn’t matter. No matter how far and fast he travels, he’s never going to be able to get back to the life he used to know.

Perhaps this is what being the chosen one actually means- he’s meant to live a life without the force, so that when he returns to it in death he’ll be able to somehow...educate? the force? maybe?

Ok, he’s not great at the metaphysical spiritual side of things, but he does accept that going back is out of his control, and he’s doing good here, even if it’s not galaxy altering.

Despite all the therapy, he never doubts that his early life was real. He has his saber and deep, deep down he can feel a spark in the kyber. He can’t do anything with it, but it’s there. There’s also pieces of the utter wreck that was his ship in the cellar, next to the sleek unblemished pod that Clark arrived in. Shortly before Clark becomes Superman, he asks for his help in melting down his old ship to make unearthly alloys.

He’s not surprised when Clark tells him he met a ‘real’ ‘magic’ user- it stands to reason that considering how relatively easy it is to convert energy from one form to another in this universe (Clark can fly), at least one kind would bend to sentient willpower in a similar way as the force does.

It’s still a little nervewracking showing his lightsaber to someone new for the first time in a decade. Zantana scrutinizes, bewildered.

“There is some sort of power locked within, but it’s unfamiliar to me,” she admits finally. “I could probably brute force it and force the energy to release itself, but it would likely destroy the container.” Anakin politely refuses.

Later, after the justice league’s formation, Clark mentions to J’onn that he has a friend who might be able to work on his ship. J’onn is extremely doubtful when he’s brought to a bizarre autoshop in the midwest that looks half-like a roadside attraction. Anakin sighs and digs his hands into the guts of the craft, muttering incomprehensibly and yelling at clark to melt down some pieces from the special scrap pile. A few days later he explains the patches he’s done to an impressed J’onn. When he asks how a human came to learn such things, he’s absently informed that,

“I used to work in a junkshop in Tatooine. All sorts of ship parts came through.”

“I’m unfamiliar with this world.”

“Tell you what, if you ever meet anyone who’s heard it of it, send them my way, and I’ll make your next repair free.”

“Oh! I’m afraid I don’t have any earth money...”

“Ugh, of course you don’t. it’s cool, capitalism sucks anyway and everyone’s entitled to free transportation, regardless of the area they happen to live. I do ask that if you can’t pay for the repairs that you spend an equivalent number of hours either attending one of my free auto classes, or volunteer at a community-led charities of your choice, here I’ll get you a pamphlet-”

So the Martian Manhunter becomes a weekly volunteer at a Midwestern Food Waste Reclamation Facility. J’onn J’onzz ends up becoming Anakin Skywalker’s friend well before he becomes comes truly comfortable around Kal-El. For a telepath, 39 year old Anakin’s Jedi orderly mind is a soothing relief.

(again, Anakin has spent far more time meditating on Earth then he ever did at the temple. Before all this, spent five years dutifully memorizing the Jedi way even as he struggled to live up it’s basic practices. For the first few years on earth, religiously practicing every meditation technique Obi-Wan ever taught him, thinking obsessively about the philosophies he never had time to really process, is just a desperate attempt to reconnect with the force, prove himself worthy of it. But even after he gives up on ever touching the force again, he keeps up the practice, he can’t release his emotions exactly, but he does find peace. The tendency to stop mid-rant to earnestly pronounce made up zen bullshit and then sit quietly for an hour before picking up on his tirade again as though there was no interruption is one of the things many things people find profoundly weird about him)

Kal-El doesn’t stop asking new aliens and dimensional travelers if they’ve ever heard of Coruscant, or Hutts, or the Jedi Order. Anakin might have given up, but Superman remembers his older brother scrubbing away his own tears to focus on helping Clark calm down enough to touch the floor again. The more the Kryptonian’s powers developed in alarming ways, the more Anakin set aside talk of missing his home galaxy. Anakin might have claimed it wasn’t like that, but Clark was determined to take every chance his increasingly weird life threw at him, no matter how vanishingly small.

In the middle of his first battle with Braniac, Clark starts insulting his incomplete database. The world collector pauses, demanding a more precise explanation. Clark complies, giving his best technical description of Coruscant’s cityscape, Tatooine’s binary star system, and so on. Braniac is so distracted that Superman recovers completely from his kryptonite poisoning and easily saves the day.

Neither the lantern corp or the denizens of the neutral zone have the answers. Superman doesn’t mention it it Anakin, but he never stops looking and listening.

“How did you even meet that guy?” Flash asks curiously after stopping to say hello on one of their after work laps of the country.

“Aliens among us support group,” Kal-El responds deadpan.

“Oh. Wait, what? He’s an alien? I thought he was from the future or something! You’re messing with me. No way that’s a thing. How many people are in the support group? This is a joke, right?”

“Sorry, most of them aren’t out and I don’t want to violate their privacy- a lot of them have high profile jobs. How do you think I met J’onn?”

“SUPES I’M FREAKING OUT RIGHT NOW YOU’VE GOTTA STOP”

Anakin is just sort of vaguely known by a solid chunk of the super community as ‘that one midwestern zen space mechanic’ and no one really questions it because everyone’s life has just gotten so goddamn weird. A few of them know he used to be a space wizard of some kind. Space wizards now being a regular hazard of life on earth, no one has reason to doubt this, and it’s as good an explanation as any for Anakin’s general vibe.

well. almost no one doubts this. Batman does not simply accept Anakin’s general bullshittery without carefully investigating and drawing his own conclusions. He does not share these with anyone.

But one day Clark- this is well after Superman became Kal-El to him, and not long after Kal-El tells him to call him Clark- comes up to him and asks for his help finding about an alternate universe. Knowing and dreading where this is going, Batman stalls,

“Shouldn’t you be asking one of the league members who regularly travels between universes?”

“I have, over the years,” Clark admits, awkwardly scuffing a boot on the floor of the cave. “But no one’s familiar with the exact one I’m looking for, and I thought since you’re a detective, and also one of the smartest people I know, you might be able to help me...”

“You’re an investigator yourself, and you can survive the vacuum of space,” Bruce shoots back flatly. “I’ve told you before Gotham is my priority, and this has ‘personal project’ all over it.”

“Come on, B, please,” Superman pleads, trailing Batman around the cave like an overgrown puppy. “In a few months it will have been 30 years! He’s my brother! Just let me see the research you’ve already done!”

“Who says I’ve already done research on your brother?”

Clark shoots him a look. And Bruce concedes the point with a grunt.

“I’ll need need to talk with him first,” Bruce finally concedes. “Bring him by the cave. Take the-”

“Take the tunnel entrance, I know, I know,” Clark agrees with a grin. “This doesn’t mean he’s authorized to know your secret identity. Thanks Bruce, this means a lot. I’ll ask him tomorrow about his schedule.”

Superman flies off and Batman scrubs his face with a gloved hand. After a moment he pulls up Anakin’s file on the main monitor. Bruce honestly respects and likes the man, as much as he respects and likes anyone who’s not family. He admires his sense his style, appreciates his upgrades to the batmobile, and is impressed by both this civil rights work and his additions to the scientific community.

That doesn’t mean he’s not convinced that Anakin’s brother is a bit insane. Again, he’s not judging! He dresses like a bat to scare random henchmen and beat up actual demigods! He wishes his rogues gallery was as capable of directing their ptsd-inspired delusions and staggering intellects towards such productive pursuits!

Bruce was already in quiet awe of the Kent’s ability to raise an outrageously superpowered being without blowing up a chunk of the country; their success in derailing a supervillian origin story just puts him over the edge. He stares at the three most likely profiles he’s pulled together. Christen Jones, from a negligent family, death certificate filled out suspicously sloppily at age 3. Earl Lucas, went missing at age 9, both parents dead in a violent assault. And Jake Hayden, who at age 5 disappeared along with the rest of his family in a seismic accident later linked to Luthercorp.

Anyone of them could have suffered on the streets for years and coped by establishing an elaborate fantasy world, aided by self medication, only to eventually be picked up by the Kent’s and start healing. Certainly Anakin had the intellect to create worlds in his mind. All his rogues were smart enough to create their own little realities in their heads- it doesn’t mean they were actually reachable.

Unfortunately Anakin had a Kryptonian younger brother who was determined to actually find the space wizard knight homeworld, even as the 'Jedi’ in question had slowly moved away his reliance on the delusion as an adult. Batman really didn’t see any way bringing up his conclusions to Anakin or Clark could possibly be helpful, and so many alien allies had a ‘If you find about the Jedi please contact Kal-El of Krypton on Earth’ pamphlet that it would be excruciatingly awkward to try and discretely correct anyone.

Bruce was not looking forward to this conversation.

#star wars #star wars au #dc #crossover #batman #anakin skywalker #corn boy anakin au

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sweetery-ko · 3 years

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Yo! I love the frog style and headcannons you already did! May I ask for Hajime who wants to confess to Nagito he likes him but because he has DID he isn't sure if he should? He starts having doubts and overthink things.

Ooooo! my first character x character request and the idea is unique? I'm so lucky!! Also, thanks for the compliment! I'm a little insecure about my headcanons so it's really nice to hear something assuring! ♡

Wonderful sprite edit by u/MidDinos on Reddit!

CW: K/mah/na, Hajime Hinata, Nagito Komaeda, mentions of Izuru Kamukura, Hajime had DID due to (ambiguous) trauma unlike canon, dissociative identity disorder, talent development plan au but it's a little altered, both Hajime and Izuru are the ultimate hope

Hajime having a crush on Nagito but he has DID and he's insecure about it

Despite having so many close friends, the one and only person that keeps running in Hajime’s mind is Nagito Komaeda, the ultimate lucky student in his class.Everyone avoids him for his bizarre behavior but not for the brunete however, his way of thinking is the reason why he’s so drawn to Nagito.

He felt so special when Nagito complimented him more than the others. Sure, it's all because of his talent but he soon began to compliment other things about him, making his heart skip a beat.

He was sure this is love, all the signals are there and his classmates didn't teased him for nothing! So he always ends up imagining fake scenarious with Nagito in mind, like them having a future or some sort. Everything seemed to be so fine with all his hangouts until he came in mind.

He is called Izuru Kamukura, his alter. He has every single talent, including hope as well and everyone seems to prefer Izuru over Hajime. This caused him to be insecure and it only gets worse when he remembers what Nagito likes.

Nagito enjoys hope more than anything and according to him, talented people are very hopeful, bonus points it you're hopeful and talented, extra worshipping when your talent is hope itself. So basically there's two problems, he's scared that Nagito will either get weirded out by his disorder or he'll prefer Izuru over him like the others.

Hajime started rather feeling uneasy when talking to Nagito because it seems like Izuru may or may not have caught interest in Nagito though it is only purely platonic. He has no control on when who controls the body so he's always on edge, the last thing he wants to happen is switching to Izuru mid conversation with his crush.

His insecurities are so bad that he started to avoided him. Thanks to a certain douchebag (ahem, J/nko) making fun of him for his disorder, he got more and more fear rushing through him whenever he thinks of Nagito. Who cares about your alter being better than you if people can't even except you for even having such disorder? It depresses him.

The tan man always looked forward to and planned out their little hangouts so when Hajime drops the routine of out nowhere and him barely ever speaking or even leaving his dorm room is very concerning. He, being the good friend he is, have to check on him as holing up to your room for almost 24/7 is bad for your mental as he learned that the hard way. Also, he can use it as an excuse to meet up again with his cute crush.

Hajime is a stubborn man so no matter how much Nagito asked or demanded to open the door, he won't budge. He couldn't muster to see the guy yet and he was just planning on cutting him off of his life completely so this mental pain will end. Nagito had trained asked Monokuma to open the door for him, making Hajime grunt in shame.

Nagito had to force the other to speak up, almost had to put Monomi into the situation but that's enough to catch Hajime off guard and confess, he doesn't want his teacher of all people to know even if she's the understanding type.

Hearing the truth broke Nagito's heart. People are discriminating him because of his disorder!? And the chance of Izuru being favored over because he has every single talent!? Every single talent??... Woah..No! Don't get himself distracted. Nagito hesitantly put his hand on Hajime's shoulder, saying that will not be the case as he sees him and his alter a different person and prefer him because.. He cut himself off due to the answer was technically a love confession.

Hajime could finally take a breather once Nagito manage to prove his words. Even if Izuru is a spectacular person and someone the white haired man would love to finally meet, he still looks forward to meet the brunette just the same.

Once Hajime caught the message that he was finally comfortable again and the usual routine is back in business, he wanted to confess and was planning yo until suprise, Nagito confessed at the same time he was about to send him a cheeky confession love letter. Nagito's luck is something.

#danganronpa #danganronpa 2 #danganronpa sdr2 #hajime hinata #nagito komaeda #izuru kamukura #komahina #hinakoma #nagito x hajime #hajime x nagito #dissosiative identity disorder #tw did #tw junko

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genaleah · 3 years

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ANSWERING WILDCARD QUESTIONS

For the first time in about a year maybe??? Some of these might be even older than that.

Yes, it is Korka! I definitely want her involved, she’s a wonderful character and there is a *lot* of fun paranormal stuff going on in this setting that she can help them research. Also, I’d just love for her and Nelson to become friends!

Thank you! I love him a lot, and it’s fun to picture him interacting with the other guys. They’d all make for some interesting uncle figures, but they might not be that great in terms of role models.

OHOHO. Devilish laugh. That’s a wonderful idea, and a good way to keep him occupied at some point. He’s a great character, but he’s incredibly powerful, and I want these dudes to solve their own problems whenever possible.

A good question! I don’t remember most of my dreams, but there’s usually a consistent look to the vivid ones. Lots of water, mountains, creeks, and high, winding roads. There are also a lot of buildings that are closely integrated with nature, even though I have almost never seen construction like that.

I had not, but now I have! Here’s a trailer, for anyone else that missed it:

https://youtu.be/33HXHaaagsw

I really like these new models! I’m looking forward to watching a playthrough when that’s available. Just like with Rhombus of Ruin, I don’t think I’ll be able to play this one myself.

DOUBLE FINE, I WISH TO SPEAK WITH YOU- no, I’m kidding! I think great minds think alike. But I’m really excited to learn more about that character and possibly involve them in this whole au eventually.

I’ve actually tried to avoid almost any info about Psychonauts 2 so I can go in mostly-blind, and a lot of the characters are vague to me. It’s fun to look forward to, but it’s also a little harrowing because I don’t know how to anticipate for it!

N...NO..... I NEED TO... Honestly those are old enough that it might be a good idea for me to re-make them, as well as the playing cards I made for the mega playlist cover. I think it’d be nice to remake them as vectors... that might make for a nice art stream sometime. I’ll mention publicly if I start doing that, and sharing any of these conceptual Wildcards arts when they’re done.

And if you’re just curious about what the tarot cards for the other characters are going to be, it’s this:

Eddie: Judgement, The Magician, The Emperor

Manny: Death, Justice, The World

Sam: The Chariot, The Tower, Strength

Max: The Devil, Wheel of Fortune, Joker

Although! I may actually give the Moon card to Max instead of the Devil, and replace the missing card from Nelson’s selection with the High Priestess? 🤔 I’ll decide when I get to it.

Could be! I’ve flip-flopped occasionally on if I want the split-a-cab gang to participate much in the story. I think they deserve a break, and splitting an apartment in New York seems like a good situation for the four of them.

Oh boy, that must be so disorienting for him. The Psychonauts deal with a lot of hippy-dippy weirdness in a seemingly organized way, but it seems like they’re not as paranoid about safety as a real federal organization would be. Not necessarily a good thing, considering one of their camp counselors went AWOL one day, and the head of the Psychonauts got kidnapped the next. They kinda need to get their act together.

Fun fact, in one of the earlier drafts of Chapter 3 I was actually going to make Nelson get scanned by the equivalent of a metal-detector for malevolent thoughts at the door and get really spooked by it, but I decided against it.

YEAH IT’S ON THE LIST

Honestly, a big bulk of the plot in this just regards characters having to face their mental health struggles... via facing it as literal internal demons, unstable powers, etc. It’s going to take a little while for any of Eddie’s teammates to realize how MUCH he has going on under the surface because he does a pretty good job of hiding it. “Needing to help others above ever helping themselves” is a hard issue to notice if you’re not looking for it. But it’s a guarantee that once they find out he needs help, they’ll give it; whether that’s making sure he’s not working himself too hard, or fighting off demonic cultists. Care comes in many forms.

SHE NEEDS TO REST.... POOR SYBIL (on the upside, they don’t TECHNICALLY work there, so she might be fine most of the time.)

Strong Bad isn’t a Psychonaut! He’s just a vlogger and a petty (psychic) criminal. It’s honestly not very different from canon.

Free Country, USA is a smalltown hotbed of psychic activity. Nearly everyone there has some mild capacity for supernatural powers, but nobody really notices or cares. Strong Bad just pops the tops off of cold ones and.... sometimes alters reality, a tiny bit. But mostly just in regards to media. The cartoons, comics, etc, that he invents and talks about have a tendency to suddenly voip into existence and nobody knows how. I swear, there’s actually a line of him saying something to this effect, but I can’t find it anywhere. Don’t worry about it! Nobody in town is ever going to do anything truly nefarious with their powers, so it’s not a high priority on the Psychonauts’ radar, just a weird footnote.

The only reason Homestar is an actual agent is because he seems like exactly the kind of guy to sign up for a job like that on accident and then stick with it. And he’s a talented telekinetic! None of his other friends know about his job or notice his absences.

And just for fun, here’s some weird instances of psychic overpowering that happened in the cartoon:

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(Poor Strong Sad)

I’ve actually answered this one before! BAM Pretty sure all of it is still accurate.

Nelson: He sees floating sheets of paper containing notes, questions, etc. Anything that he wants to know more about regarding that person. The notes are subject to edits, cross-outs, ripped pages, etc.

Guybrush: He sees the item that the person is carrying that he wants most. As he gets to know people better, he sees them for their useful skills first.

Manny: His view of most living people is not very kind...

The people he’s closest to will eventually look a lot less garish. More like a flattering, camera-ready versions of themselves.

Eddie: Sickass sketch drawings that look like they belong in the margins of a composition book. The illustrations improve as he gets a better picture of where they’d fit in the internal lore of his mental world.

Sam: A lot like Nelson; Sam pictures case files, though his are a bit more in-depth.

Max: Max’s visions of people are highly personal and uncomfortable for those who witness them. He sees Nelson as a puzzle with a piece missing. Guybrush is a ripped up voodoo doll. Manny is a forgotten ofrenda. Eddie is a powder keg with a long, lit fuse. Sam is Sam, but he’s the wrong one.

I also got two questions that were pretty big subjects, or that I didn’t want to repeat, so I’m gonna cover them pretty broadly:

REGARDING [X] CHARACTER OR SERIES INCLUDED IN THE AU

Sure, I support it! I’ve gotten this question a few times in regards to things that I haven’t had time to delve into yet, or I’m not interested in, so I’m not going to include it into the AU myself. But if you want to explore an idea like that, feel free! This AU is pretty dang collaborative.

My main focus is just on the main 6 properties: Psychonauts, Puzzle Agent, Monkey Island, Grim Fandango, Brutal Legend, and Sam & Max.

But my general rule of thumb for “characters that exist somewhere within the background of this story” are any other properties owned by Telltale, Lucasarts, or Double Fine. And considering all of the licensed games that Telltale was getting into before it kicked the bucket, that includes some really weird characters, even up to the Venture Bros. I loved that series, but I’m not really interested in doing anything with them for this story! Partly for my sanity, the canon I’ve picked are already a lot of content to play with.

ASSORTED QUESTIONS ABOUT THE WILDCARD AU DISCORD

There’s no particular criteria needed to join the discord, and it’s not strictly on a need-to-know basis! Because it’s been a long while since anyone has joined, I've been hesitant about adding new people in... But I‘ve decided to try sending invitations again! Everyone who had asked about it in the past will be getting a ping by me in about a day or so, since I want to double-check if you’re still interested. If you’ve been nervous to ask you can reply to this post or message me privately.

Some things to keep in mind before asking or accepting the invite:

If you’re not a friend or a follower I recognize, I will likely double-check your tumblr along with some other current members before sending the invite.

Here’s the Rules page, so you know what to expect before you join:

Be Mindful - Respect other people's boundaries, don't do or say things that would cross the line. If your behavior makes other people feel uncomfortable or unsafe, I will remove you from the chat. In most cases I will try to resolve things with you and offer a chance to do better, but that will depend on the severity of the situation. And if you have any concerns regarding another member of the chat, you can contact me privately.

Health Boundaries - While discussions of mental health do occasionally pop up, do not rely on the chat for help. None of us are equipped to handle serious mental health concerns, and it will only cause distress for everyone. Please seek real help if it is needed! If you rely on people beyond the point that they have asked you to stop, I will remove you from the chat.

NSFW - Generally speaking, try to keep NSFW talk to a minimum. Swearing and humor is fine, but don't get too explicit please! Discussions should usually keep to a PG-13 / occasional R, but no NC-17.

Spoilers & Censorship - Please use the spoiler function to hide story spoilers, as well as discussions and graphic depictions of gore/excessive blood/body horror/severe psychological horror. Include a content warning so that people know what they could potentially be seeing when they click on the censored content. If the spoilered content is the subject of a back-and-forth discussion, please use another warning when you are switching to a different spoilered topic. (Note that these rules were added to the chat later, so be careful when using the search function or back reading.)

The canon series involved with the Wildcard AU are Psychonauts, Puzzle Agent, Monkey Island, Grim Fandango, Brutal Legend, and Sam & Max. Please be mindful of story spoilers!

Channel Organization - Also be mindful of which channel you're in and move a discussion over if need be! That way they don't get too clogged with unrelated info.

Creative Criticism - When it comes to writing, art, or character creation; try to be open to suggestions from others! Nearly all of the creative work in the chat is collaborative, so input from others is important! Creative criticism is not the same as judgement, and is not a personal attack.

Have fun! - Discussions move quickly in this chat! Don't feel bad if you ever need to step back, whether it's because of the speed or a disinterest in whatever current topic we're focusing on. If you ever want to come back, we're happy to have you and can give quick explanations if you feel out of the loop! :thumbsup:

We’re a group of approx. a half dozen to a dozen people, either posting very very quickly in a span of a few hours or barely anything for a few days. We’ve been in an activity uptick lately and there’s about a year and half of back content, too. If it’s hard to keep up on, not that interesting to read through, or you just have a hard time gelling with the group that's already there, there’s no shame in just lurking or dipping out if you need to.

We also talk a lot about Psychonauts OCs, so anticipate that.

#wildcard au #wildcard hcs

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moved-to-void-kissed · 3 years

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I apologise that this post is so long, but I decided to change something and I wanted to make things clear! It’s nothing bad or anything, just a little update

I’ve decided that, from now on, my selfships with Pyra and Perun will be in separate versions of events, although I will still use the same self-insert (in this case, Sapphire) for both selfships! So, in any given scenario, Sapphire will either be Pyra’s girlfriend or Perun’s girlfriend, but not with both at once. It just makes more sense to me to do things that way and makes me feel better about both selfships.

..More explanation and rambling is under the readmore, just because otherwise this post would have been stupidly long if I didn’t put it under there!

I don’t really want to call either case an AU of the other, because that implies one or the other is the “default” which isn’t really what I want - although, given that Pyra is one of my main three romantic F/Os whereas Perun is not, and Pyra is such a more prevalent character in the game compared to Perun, I understand if people end up thinking of my selfship with Pyra as taking precedence over my selfship with Perun in their minds. But they are technically different versions of events - think like the two counterpart Pokémon games, which both follow the same kind of basic story but with different events along the way?

(It’s different to how my selfships with the two versions of Aqua work, incidentally, since my selfship with Anti-Aqua is only within the context of the fallen light AU, and in that situation it does make sense to treat my selfship with Aqua as she is normally as the “default” state of things. Though I think part of that stems from the fact that Aria’s personality is a bit different between the normal and AU situations.)

This doesn’t really change too much in terms of story for either version of events - even in the case where Sapphire is with Perun rather than Pyra, she would still be good friends with Pyra and probably able to still perform a Blade Drive with her, just not as quickly (maybe after Nia instead of before?). The events in Sapphire’s big confrontation at the end of Chapter 7 don’t have to be altered too much (check under the readmore for rambled context if you’re curious), and so on and so forth.

The only thing I might do is move Perun’s resonance forwards, since I originally put it midway through Chapter 6 and that’s fairly late from a story perspective. So if I make it so she joins the party, say, somewhere in Leftheria, she gets to be around for all the travel in Chapter 5, since that encompasses Leftheria but also some of Indol and Temperantia. I still think Mòrag is the best fit as her Driver from both a story and gameplay perspective, so Perun wouldn’t feature until she joins the party, but.. I’m wondering if keeping Sapphire out of the party for most of Chapter 4 because she’s in Garfont looking after Vandham until he recovers enough for her to come back and meet up with everyone again might make things flow a bit better in that version of events? I’ll think about it.

I hope that all this makes sense! It’s something I’ve been thinking about for a fair amount of time, and I feel a bit happier going about things now that I’ve changed this. I’ll try to make this clear on my carrd and whatnot as well (though at the time of posting that might have to wait until tomorrow), but please don’t hesitate to let me know if you have any questions or comments!

Context for what I meant by Sapphire’s big confrontation is below this point (I can’t put in a further readmore, unfortunately) - warning that it’s technically kind of spoilery by virtue of being pretty late-game:

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At the end of Chapter 7 at the Cliffs of Morytha, I had always had it written that Sapphire lashes out at Malos and pushes him off the cliff, just before everyone else falls down as well from the cliff breaking (thanks, Artifices). At that point in time, Jin is freezing everyone by trying to bring the temperature down to absolute zero. I originally circumnavigated this by having Sapphire be bonded with Pyra at the moment that she and Mythra ascend to become Pneuma, so not only was she bonded to Pyra and therefore able to move because of her warmth, but Sapphire also gained the ability to perform a Blade Drive with any Blade, not just those she had already built trust and affinity with, because of her connection to the Master Blade, Pneuma. This even includes other Aegis Blades, though only for a moment. So, Sapphire confronts Malos and performs a Blade Drive on him - so he feels, for a moment, what it’s like to be powerless, but also maybe some idea how much she cares about her friends - and then pushes him off the cliff when he forces her out.

However, in the version of events where Sapphire is with Perun instead of Pyra, she would perform a Blade Drive with her instead, and is still able to move because - as an ice-element Blade, like Jin - the cold doesn’t affect Perun at all. The two help Rex hold off Jin while Pyra and Mythra are talking before they ascend, then Sapphire still pushes Malos off the cliff, but it’s because he’s distracted by Pneuma’s attacks and Sapphire surprised him. I imagine in both cases he summons Ophion to try and catch him, but it doesn’t get there in time or is intercepted by Siren, so you still get the two Artifices fighting and bringing the rest of the cliff down.

The basic premise of “Sapphire isn’t bothered by Jin’s cold so she’s able to fight back against him, then pushes Malos off the cliff” remains the same in both cases, but the reasoning behind why she’s able to withstand the cold (Pyra keeping her warm vs. Perun letting her not feel the cold), and the way in which she gets Malos off the cliff (momentary Blade Drive with him so he stops in his tracks and falls vs. pushing him from the side while he’s distracted by Rex) are different. So, it all still works out!

#a call from the void #selfship #selfshipping #love: fire of the aegis (pyra)#selfship: to our own elysium (pyra/sapphire)#love: ardent lancer (perun)#selfship: love trust and diamond dust (perun/sapphire)#self‑insert: gem of garfont (sapphire)#important #long post #ask to tag

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vyther16 · 3 years

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wip wednesday

okay this is long enough to qualify as a one-shot, but it’s not complete? so yeah, anyway, this is my take on a roleswap for the Wen sibs where Wen Qing is the fierce corpse and Wen Ning is the one who finds Wei Wuxian. I don’t see myself ever coming back to finish this. It’s a mishmash of cql & the novel, so enjoy!

(cw for the slave camps, dehumanization, vaguely described corpse of a child (and adult), and character death)

technically not a one-shot under the cut :)

“Jiejie!” Wen Ning is screaming, slogging through the piles of bodies. Wei Wuxian’s stomach rolls at the sight of a boy no older than twelve, the blood on his face evident even in the darkness of the stormy night. He’s seen worse, he knows, but the sight of dead children is never easy.

He searches, too, for the woman who saved his brother. For the woman who damned him.

When Wen Ning finds her face down in the water, robes torn and her own sword stabbed through her chest, he screams, and Wei Wuxian turns away to give him privacy in his grief.

He hears the distant clash of swords, and then realizes that Wen Ning is not the only one who has lost someone, and the Jin sect cultivators will likely be unappreciative of someone seeing their cruelty. Wei Wuxian sends one last glance at Wen Ning, sobbing over the body of his sister, and runs back up the hill.

He arrives at a slaughter.

Wei Wuxian barely thinks before he’s pulling out Chenqing, beckoning the corpses at the bottom of the hill and the new ones at the top to destroy the Jin cultivators. The Wens destroyed Lotus Pier, destroyed his family and his home, but these Wens did nothing to deserve what is being done to them.

He saw a child. A little boy no older than three and his grandmother, no younger than sixty, forced to march in the pouring rain for the crime of their name.

The corpses leave the Wens alone, listening to Chenqing. The Jins scream. The Wens run, hiding in the sheds that are masquerading as huts. When there are no more screams, Wei Wuxian lowers Chenqing, letting the resentful energy seep out of him.

“Wei-gongzi,” Wen Ning implores, and Wei Wuxian realizes that he’s been speaking for longer than Wuxian has heard him.

He shakes his head, once, twice, to clear away the last of the shadows, and turns to Wen Ning. “Sorry, Wen Ning,” he says, making no attempt to bring false cheer into his voice.

“We can’t stay here, Wei-gongzi,” he says, like he’s repeated it multiple times, and Wei Wuxian nods, slowly. The gears in his head always slow down after he uses Chenqing, and he has to force them to work faster.

He can’t take the Wens to Lotus Pier; Jiang Cheng would rather lose his core again than shelter the Wens. They can’t go to Cloud Recesses; the Lans abhor his cultivation. Koi Tower is out of the question, and Nie Mingjue would rather all the Wens be killed. “I know where I can take you,” he says, wishing there were a better option, but knowing there isn’t one.

“Bring jiejie,” Wen Ning says, and Wei Wuxian realizes that Wen Ning is holding Wen Qing’s body up. Her sword is stuck through Wen Ning’s belt.

“We won’t leave her,” he says, surveying the wrecked work camp. “Your family went into the buildings when I started playing Chenqing.”

“Keep jiejie with you,” Wen Ning says. Wei Wuxian takes her body as Wen Ning goes into the first building.

Wei Wuxian heaves Wen Qing into a bridal carry. She’s so much thinner than the last time he saw her, and her once-fine robes haven’t been altered to reflect that.

He has seen things much worse than the dead body of a woman he was close to, in a way. He feels sick anyway, seeing proud Wen Qing turned into nothing more than a starving slave. Turned into a too-thin corpse.

Wen Ning leaves the first building with several elders following him. “This is Wei-gongzi. He won’t hurt you.”

Then he goes into the next building. Wei Wuxian shifts his weight. “Do any of you know where the guards’ horses are kept?” he asks.

A man around fifty steps forward. “I do, young Wei-gongzi,” he says.

“We’ll need enough for everyone able to ride. We aren’t staying here.”

The man bows, and Wei Wuxian returns his gaze to Wen Ning, coming out of the next building. He’s holding the boy from earlier tightly, the grandmother clinging to his arm. The trio is followed by a collection of Wens that are slightly younger than the first group. The youngest among them looks around nineteen, but the rest are all forty or older.

“Wei-gonzi, this is everyone,” Wen Ning says. The elder has come back leading some horses.

“If you know how to ride, get a horse. Those with injuries go with those who are able to ride. I know a place where you will be safe,” Wei Wuxian says. His hair is heavy with water, and he does not look forward to riding in the rain.

He finds his own horse, and the teenager from the second group comes up to him. He vaguely recognizes her as one of the Wen disciples who had followed Wen Chao around at Cloud Recesses. He remembered thinking she was far too young for all the rules of the Gusu Lan sect.

“Thank you, Wei-gongzi,” she says, and bows.

Wei Wuxian catches her bow best he’s able, holding Wen Qing as he is. “Don’t thank me yet. I haven’t got you all to safety yet.”

She frowns. “You have still saved us some,” she refutes, but there’s a shout from the elders near the gate before Wei Wuxian can respond.

“Someone is coming!” he shouts, scrambling back from the wooden fence.

Wei Wuxian sucks in a sharp breath and then whirls to face his horse. He heaves Wen Qing up onto it, then turns to the girl. “Can you still cultivate?” he asks her.

She nods, eyes wide. “But not very well. I don’t have much energy for it. And I haven’t been allowed to cultivate at all since Qishan fell.”

“That’s good enough. Stay with Wen Ning and protect everyone here. Get everyone to Yiling however you can, understand? I’ll distract the cultivators here and meet you all there. Take Wen Qing,” he orders, and he knows that the elders nearby have also heard, because they all go to the back part of the compound.

Wei Wuxian pulls out Chenqing and plays a quick song that sends the fence on that end of the compound crumbling at the hands of a few corpses. There’s a shout from one of the Wens, and then the horses are galloping away.

Wei Wuxian keeps playing, and more corpses rise to flank him as he steps out of the gate.

“Wei Ying.”

He drops his flute down to his side, staring at Lan Zhan.

so yeah.

Anyway, free fic idea looking for good home! I don’t see myself getting into this one, bc if I ever get around to writing cql/mdzs stuff again, I’ll be going for my Wen!wwx au

#wip wednesday #chen qing ling #the untamed #modao zushi #mdzs #wei wuxian #wen ning #wen qing #i feel kinda rude tagging her bc she's kinda dead #but it wouldn't exist without her #and the reader knows she come back eventually #but just not in this snippet lol #fierce corpse!wen qing au #this is from june 2020 #so yeah #enjoy!

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thatnamelessbutler · 3 years

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(OoC: So, what's the AU thing about?)

((ooc: Okay so basically I got an idea form a song completely unrelated to the fandom and long story short, Bi n Bu are no longer able to escape from the Egg except through a very specific method, and then Karl comes back along and bippity boppity your body is now our property!

So, yeah. Body-swap AU except Karl kinda dies because to get the swap to work everyone's body had to die. Karl's gets healed afterwards through magical time shenanigans-

So Billiam and Rune(Bu's new name in this AU) wake up in the library, in our current DSMP present, in the weird body of this weird guy who's apparently a weird color-shapeshifter.(yeah, i'm going with the cryptid creature Karl for this one because. it's cool as heck and I never see this anywhere)

a little while after they wake up in the present, karl wakes up after being dormant because he literally died and it's like "HEY WAIT WHAT THE HECK YOU STOLE MY BODY" and everyone else goes "shit shit shit shit"

p.s if you're wondering where hubert is he's dead. the egg killed nearly everyone except billiam and butler because bi is its main caretaker and bu will never leave his side

(more under the cut please there's so much and i actually love this au so much)

Now I'm not a system but I imagine these four(yes, four; Billiam, Rune, Piam(Billiam's Piglin side), and Tune(Bu's Other) operate kind of like one. They have an innerworld and everything, they aren't just all constantly crammed into the front. That would get confusing, stressful and difficult to manage overall. Bu's usually the one fronting because no one else wants to; Billiam doesn't wanna do it because he doesn't wanna mingle with the "poor", Tune doesn't wanna do it because it always gets tripped up with literally everything about the body, it's not even dangerous enough to protect now, and Piam doesn't wanna do it because he's kind of scared of the Overworld someone that doesn't know how to be a Human Person

Oh yeah and I've also talked about all this and more with my bestie so here's a copy-paste of that conversation-

I think an encounter with Sapnap and/or Quackity would go terribly too, until they sit down and explain things as best they can wait no actually "So basically, we killed your fiancée so we could inhabit his body and escape from a really bad situation. sorry" Acid Sapanap would go feral and I can't even begin to conceive what extremely destructive thoughts Quackoty would start having Me MHM Sapnap probably pulls a sword on them and they automatically reach for their own before remembering "Oh shit, we don't have it. OH SHIT-" and then they just gotta r u n Butler's trying desperately to teleport but without a pearl, eeeeeh that's not gonna do anything buddy I'm not sure if Karl has armor in his inventory or not but either way they wouldn't have the time or coordination to equip it Acid they just immediately die it'd be so funny Me "NOT AGAIN, WE JUST GOT FREE- death" Now lets hope either Karl has some extra canon lives, or those lives Billiam bought carry over Acid PFFFFT, BILLIAM'S LIVES GET CARRIED WITH THEM AND IT'S JUST revives ok listen we don't gotta dies revives please let's just dies revives why do you do t dies revives this is just gonna last forever isn't it? dies rev- Me wheeze YEAH "GET OUT OF KARL'S BODY!" "We can't!! It's already been done!! dies" "WHY WON'T YOU DIE!!?" "We are!!??" ohhh, bonus angst points if every time they die, Butler goes a little more dormant- Butler was only meant to have one life, he never got any Totems and his soul cannot take this in the way Billiam's can After about 15 deaths, Billiam gets Sapnap to stop for about five seconds, and in those five seconds he realizes that he can no longer hear or feel Butler Acid oh god Me If he manages to get far enough away and find someplace to hide(perhaps the library again), he dips into the headspace and finds Butler just gone. He looks around for a while and finds them far away from where they were, collapsed on the ground, flickering slightly, and entirely unresponsive. And no matter how much he tries, they just won't wake up, and their Ender half has disappeared completely. He can't do anything except wait for them. Acid fjsjdj oh my god imagine Billiam just goes feral after that he's like "what did you do to m y B u t l e r" and just jumps on Sapnap with his bare hands Me Oh absolutely, he will Murder Sapnap without a second thought and he doesn't care how many deaths he has to go through to do it even though dying more will make it take longer for butler to wake up, and then afterwards he'll be pacing around random areas stress-stimming intensely and waiting for his child to wake up Acid yeap Me Somehow he finds his way to Kinoko Kingdom and is like "oh, this looks like a good place for a walk" and then spends the entire time not actually looking at anything and drowned in anxiety

AND THEN THESE WERE LAST NIGHT'S THOUGHTS, SOMEHOW LATER ON THEY END UP AT SAPNAP'S PLACE CAUSE THEY TECHNICALLY DON'T HAVE A PLACE TO STAY Unless you count the library but I don't think that would be very comfortable-

Anyway, Rune was fronting when they fell asleep and then their chronic nightmares came back. Sapnap wakes up(or was he ever really sleeping?) to some almost animalistic gasping in the other room and runs in to find Karl Karl's body curled on the bed, barely humanoid and random flashes of color spiking over him in waves and clawlike hands digging into his head

So he tries to wake him up, and when he does Bu's first reaction is to scramble away in pure terror because he's not fully out of the nightmare yet, there are even tears running down his face that just get absorbed back into the mass of color. Sapnap tries to calm him down, and eventually succeeds enough to ask him what the hell happened, and who's fronting once he remembers that that is a thing-

Thing is, Bu's gone nonverbal, but hey at least Karl was some sort of shapeshifter so they can just shift blobs of color into the air to answer Sapnap's questions

He very quickly learns only to ask yes/no ones because he can't read Galactic which is the only thing Bu can respond in, but that whole night ends on a pretty good note :3

Acid IS KARL IN THE SYSTEM CANON? HE'D BE THE MAIN FRONTER IF IT IS I THINK Me After that nightmare Rune finds himself trusting Sapnap a little more but also not as able to front, he's just so tired of it. No one else wants to front, he always has to stay there and he never gets a break. At least before, Tune had control during the night and he got to rest some. Now his sleep schedule is just as abhorred as before and no one else even comes near the front. He tries as long as he can, for everyone else's sake, but after weeks of fronting alone he just can't anymore. So he finally leaves the front and just collapses face-first into idk a patch of grass in the innerworld or something, and he's so exhausted of being a person that he can't even think straight, He doesn't want consolation, he doesn't want promises, he doesn't even want cuddles he just wants someone else to take over for a bit. Me OOH MAYBE He wakes up and wanders around the innerworld figuring out what the heck is going on and wondering why he can't see the outside anymore and oh god is he dead, are they all dead maybe they're all dead and none of them know it, and then Rune comes out of front and practically begs to not have to be a person anymore, he tells Karl "please i just want a break, just go out there or get someone else to go out there for a while please" and, well, Karl takes a chance and goes out to front and holy shit is this the real world, holy shit are those his fiancées, holy s h i t Acid THAT'S THE BESR OUTCOME ACTUALLY Me YESSSSSSSSS MASQUERADE SYSTEM + KARL THE MAN HIMSELF JACOBS Acid YESSS Me Karl and Rune are now host and co-host, because. no one else wants to front Acid Karl tricking Billiam into fronting.mp4 Me GSHDFGBSGDHFBSF Rune and Karl lock him into front and Rune proceeds to lean against the nearest flat surface, slide down and then dissociate for the next couple/several hours Karl makes sure no one disturbs him, even if Tune and Piam are Very Worried about their exhausted Human hybrid Acid them taking care of Rune (affectionate)

Acid OK WAIT I WAS THINKING AND IN SYSTEMS PEOPLE USUALLY MANIFEST SO I WAS THINKING HOW THAT'D WORK IN THE MASQUERADE SYS AND I REALIZED THAT EVERYONE IN THERE IS TECHNICALLY DEAD IN A WAY WHAT IF THAT'S THIS AU'S LIMBO? ONE DAY WILBUR POPS UP AND COMMITS MULTIPLE CRIMES AGAINST HUMANITY Me HOLY SHIT OH SHIT EVERYONE THAT PERMA-DIES JUST ENDS UP AS AN ALTER IN KARL'S WEIRD COLOR-SHAPESHIFTING BODY XDDD You can always tell who's fronting by the colors, as long as you actually know them enough to know their colors- Acid Wilbur: hello Quackity, I am BAC- Karl: oh my GOD Wilbur shut the FUCK UP we understand it you're gay now please get out of front I have a date in 10 minutes Acid OOOOO YES Me Like Rune is purple/pink(mainly pink) gray-red/dark purple/orange/green eyes(right/right/left/left, respectively), and then he has some other colors sifting through, like a dark indigo-blue and a yellow the color of Endstone Tune is all of that but some of it is darker(the pinks/purples and Endstone color), some of it's the same(the eyes, except they have a light pink shine over them) and some of it is inverted. Clouds will waft around the body when it's fronting and whenever you look through the clouds you'll see the colors inverted Billiam is solidly pale pink except for his eyes(maroon) and his hands and feet(gold, with veins streaking out and tapering off at about the elbow) Piam is a slightly redder pink, with spots of a Netherrack color here and there, and his gold is more orangey, like there's fire reflecting off of it karl is just. karl. Of course he's got the signature swirls in bright violent and teal but other than that he's just a smorgasbord of color, usually bright and neon. When he's near/thinking about Sapnap and/or Quackity, little hearts start popping off him

#Relyn Records #infodump #ask to tag #i don't know if there are any systems following me but if i got anything wrong please tell me i do not want to slander your name-#anyway i may have accidentally made them a system found-family

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elyvorg · 4 years

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Imagine if the students successfully “defeated” Monokuma in trial 5, and also that Kaito incidentally had about one more day to live as of that point in time. (This is the end result of my trial 5 AU, not that any of the story in that post is particularly relevant to the AU story I’m about to present here.) An anon suggested to me that, from here, the students could demand that Monokuma owes them a life – in other words, he has to nurse Kaito back to health for them.

I had my doubts over whether it’d be the right call to actually trust Monokuma with Kaito’s health in that situation… but then again, that’s the fun part. What if they did make the mistake of entrusting Kaito’s life to Monokuma? What cruel things could he do while still technically complying with their demands?

Here’s what I thought of: Monokuma “saves Kaito’s life” by making a huge Flashback Light full of Kaito’s backstory plus all his experiences throughout the killing game itself, and all those memories get shoved into a fresh body. This would create a new person who is essentially still Kaito and is also perfectly healthy. Ta-da, Kaito gets to live!

Meanwhile, Kaito – our Kaito, the one who actually went through the killing game with his friends – well, he’s not needed any more. So, completely unbeknownst to anyone else, Monokuma just leaves him somewhere to die.

Aaaaand my thoughts on this idea escalated rather a lot, to the point that there’s kind of a whole story here.

Kaito’s death

Kaito is taken to some empty room somewhere – I dunno, maybe there’s a bed in it to at least give a vague impression that it could be some kind of hospital room, but maybe not even that – and told to just wait for the nurses to come and see to him. So he waits, his suspicion growing, and it doesn’t take long for him to get the sinking realisation that nobody’s coming, are they. He goes to open the door to try and look for Monokuma and yell at him to stop screwing around and keep his goddamn end of the bargain, only to find it locked.

With a chilling dread, it hits him that this was all a trap – a really obvious one at that, one he literally walked right into like an absolute moron. Monokuma never had any plans to cure him at all.

He’s going to die here, in this room, completely and utterly alone.

Kaito wouldn’t just give up, of course. He’d furiously try to bust down the locked door keeping him trapped there, but… his body would be so weak by now that he wouldn’t stand a chance. He’d only end up hurting himself even more, and after a while he just wouldn’t have the strength to keep trying.

And he might have more or less resigned himself and been mentally prepared for the fact that he’s not surviving this illness – though losing that glimmer of a way out he’d almost thought he had really, really kind of sucks – but, this is worse than he thought it’d be. Up until now, he'd finally begun to feel some relief in that, even if he does still end up dying, at least he'll die something of a hero, surrounded by his friends. Not like this. He never wanted to die like this – pointlessly, uselessly, alone and forgotten like he never even mattered. He doesn’t even have anything to distract himself with or to do to feel like he’s making a difference in his final hours. There’s just nothing but waiting to die, the pain getting harder and harder to bear as he feels his body slowly tear itself apart.

This is probably the absolute cruellest possible way Kaito could die from his illness, so much worse than how it happens in canon. (And, damn it, he hasn't even been to space…!)

Kaito would have no idea what's happening outside of the room he dies in, so he might be able to console himself to some extent by thinking that, once he’s gone, when Shuichi and Maki never see him again and realise they were tricked, they’ll be furious and will fight to avenge him. (Or, perhaps there’s still a chance, if they realise that something’s up soon enough, that they might be able to come for him in time and somehow save him after all…? It’s such a long shot – his death feels so close, dammit – but they’re his heroes, they’re amazing, so maybe—!)

But in reality... they wouldn't even know. They’d just obliviously leave him there to die, because Kaito would be right there with them, cured like Monokuma promised.

Kaito’s survival

That’d be the second horrible part of this – but not because this new Kaito who meets up with Shuichi and Maki all “cured” would be like some hollow imitation who isn’t truly Kaito at all. No; that’s not how it works. Flashback Lights create real people.

While I said at the beginning of this post that the one who died alone was “our” Kaito, that wasn't really quite fair of me. The other Kaito who's here now deserves to be thought of in exactly the same way. He would be our Kaito too, one hundred percent. Much like how Alter Ego Gonta was another Gonta, this is another instance of Kaito, separate from the one who died, but still him.

On the one hand, the new Kaito could have been made from a clone of the original Kaito’s body, so that he looks completely identical and nothing seems amiss at first. But on the other hand, he could be in an entirely different body – which is the version I’d rather lean towards, because that’d make things get awkward and painful a lot more quickly.

(If you want something to picture him as looking like: because it makes sense that Team Danganronpa would have picked a body that looked kind of similar and still fit his character, I’m imagining one of Kaito’s beta designs. I went for the one with poofy hair and eyebrows to rival Taka’s, specifically because he doesn’t look too similar to our Kaito, yet he nonetheless still has a very dorky Kaito energy to him. Meanwhile, his clothes would presumably be exactly the same. That and, despite the poofy hair, Kaito would totally grab some hairspray at the earliest opportunity and attempt to style his new hair into his trademark spiky upwardsness, just to try and look and feel a bit more like his usual self. The result would be, uh… something. It’d be something, all right.)

Some time after taking Kaito away to be cured, then, Monokuma presents Kaito’s miraculous recovery, brazenly handwaving the new body by claiming that extensive plastic surgery was totally necessary to save him. Maki and Shuichi would initially be all “?????? don’t mess with us, how the FUCK do you expect us to believe that this is Kaito”. Except... it is. His face and voice are completely different, but everything about how his eyes light up when he sees them, and the way he talks, and how quietly hurt he seems when they question if it's really him - it's still absolutely Kaito. And he appears to be just as genuinely confused as they are by the different body once they point it out to him and show him to a mirror.

Maybe they'd also confirm it by asking him things that only the real Kaito would know – and he knows all of it. Not just knows it, he obviously feels it, too. After asking him his favourite spaceship and seeing him visibly restrain himself from launching into a huge excited ramble about why that spaceship is so cool (exactly like he didn’t restrain himself from doing last time)… they can't deny it's really him.

The last thing Kaito remembers is being led away by Monokuma, and then he woke up like this; he must have been unconscious for whatever the hell was done to him in between. He and his friends end up concluding that Monokuma must have saved his life by… transferring his consciousness into a new body? Which seems more possible than they might have imagined considering how the Virtual World worked, now that they think about it, so maybe they'd be able to accept that.

(Is transferring a consciousness like that actually possible in this universe, though? Or does the Virtual World computer just create a virtual copy of them from their memories while the original one sleeps, and then Flashback Light their virtual self’s new memories back into their real body when they log out? That’d mean the virtual person would have to be deleted afterwards. It’d be painless and they’d never remember it, but in a sense, it’d be killing them.)

Kaito himself is pretty chill with it once he’s got over the initial shock. Sure, it’ll take some getting used to looking like this – he’s gonna have to grow himself a new goatee, to say nothing of the hair – but still, he’ll take this over dying any day. (He’d almost forgotten what it felt like to not be in pain.)

It'd still be super awkward for Shuichi and Maki, though, trying to adjust to Kaito looking and sounding completely different on the surface, constantly reminding themselves that this face and this voice is still Kaito. The two of them – especially Maki, who has a harder time trusting people instinctively – wouldn't quite be able to shake off the nagging possibility this could be some kind of impostor aligned with Monokuma who's just really really good at acting like Kaito. Of course they'd want to believe in him, because a different body is still infinitely better than losing him, but it wouldn’t quite come naturally.

Kaito, being Kaito, would very much pick up on the signs that his sidekicks are still a little subconsciously suspicious of him. It’d sting, but he wouldn't bring it up. Kaito's always fine! Now that he's healthy again, he’s got absolutely nothing to worry about! …which is to say, he doesn't want to go admitting to his new worries, not when doing so would be giving them even more reasons to feel like he's not quite Kaito and secretly not really want him around.

Kaito’s existence

But just when Shuichi and Maki have started to really get used to Kaito’s new body and things are beginning to feel somewhat normal between them again, everything would come out during the equivalent of trial 6.

As Shuichi figures out what Flashback Lights really do and Tsumugi starts trying to make everyone despair over how “fictional” they all are, Kaito, because he’s Kaito, would be having none of her bullshit. (However, I’ll keep this part brief here since I’m hopefully going to do a regular trial-6-with-Kaito AU at some point that should really be the place I expand on this properly.)

Sure, learning that they’re “characters” created from fake memories when the killing game began is kind of a lot to take in, but it doesn’t change the reality of who they are right now. The only thing that matters is what they want to believe, and they obviously want to believe that they’re real, just like they always have! Hell, their pasts being fiction is great news in Maki Roll’s case – she never really killed anyone, and she’ll never have to!

And Tsumugi’s claims that nothing matters because it was all “fiction” for entertainment are even more bullshit. Their pasts may be made up, but the entire killing game really happened. All those people really died. Every bit of the pain and suffering they and their friends went through in it was absolutely real.

But as he’s saying this part, Tsumugi turns to Kaito with a scathing grin. “How would you know? You weren’t even there.”

Before anyone can question what she means by this, she turns on another video – and this one’s not an audition tape. There were Nanokumas in the room where the original Kaito died. His final hours were recorded, as proof that Kaito is dead.

They wouldn’t watch the entire thing – he was in there for something like twenty-four hours – but she could have put together a “highlights reel”, some of the moments where Kaito couldn’t help but express exactly how lost and scared and desperate he felt. And of course it’d culminate in the moment of his death, just to hammer it home and make sure they know that it’s far too late to save him.

As Shuichi and Maki are reeling in horror from the suffering Kaito went through and the fact that they let that happen to him, Tsumugi goes for the decisive blow. She explains how the new Kaito came to be here, calling him a “fake”, an “imitation” who “tricked” them while they left the real Kaito to die.

And… Kaito kind of starts to believe it.

…See, one of the reasons this scenario really grabbed my interest (other than the prospect of Kaito dying scared and helpless and alone while also not being gone from the story afterwards) was that until now I didn’t think it was possible to give Kaito existential issues. He just has too much conviction in who he is. Under regular trial 6 circumstances, the reveals about Flashback Lights and his backstory being fake memories would barely faze him at all.

His memories are fake and all those things in his past never really happened? Okay, so he’s kind of shaken to realise his grandparents and fellow astronaut trainees don’t exist – but in that case, if none of the people in his memories are real, then the only person those memories matter to is himself. And if he feels like they were real, they might as well have been, at least in terms of the person he is now because of them. Oh, but the person he is now isn’t real, because the “real” Kaito is that murder-happy asshole in the audition video? Well, no, that dumbass was just somebody else, duh. Maybe he had the same body and possibly even the same name, but that doesn’t matter. The real Kaito, the one and only Luminary of the Stars, is right here! That's who he wants to believe he is, so it's who he is, dammit. End of discussion.

But in this situation… the real Kaito was undeniably the one who died alone in that room. Not him. His memories might feel real, but he doesn’t have the right to feel like those events happened to him, not when the memories belong to somebody else – someone who actually experienced all those things, whose friends that he experienced it all with are right here. It’s like he’s just stealing those memories, stealing that identity, stealing Kaito’s entire life. That’s not fair.

He still wants to be Kaito; he’s never gonna want to be anyone else, but… there’s no way he deserves to decide that, does he? Not when the real Kaito died, and Kaito’s sidekicks are still here and grieving for him. Knowing that, and with Maki Roll and Shuichi giving him these hurt, horrified looks that say You're not Kaito… maybe he really isn't.

(But Kaito is the only person he wants to or even knows how to be. So if he's not Kaito, then… who the hell even is he?)

Kaito’s friends

With Kaito stunned into speechlessness, and Shuichi and Maki shaken from the undeniable demonstration of how easy it is to just fake an entire person, leaving them also questioning how real they really are despite Kaito’s earlier efforts, it seems like Tsumugi’s succeeded in making everyone despair.

(at this point Keebo is supposed to barge in with his hope nonsense, but hey, how about we don’t have that clogging this up when I’m trying to tell an interesting story here)

But after a little while of none of the others having it in themselves to protest Tsumugi’s claims, Kaito (or, well, someone who once mistakenly went by that name; it doesn’t matter now) speaks up – hesitantly, because he still isn’t sure he really deserves to. “Hey, c’mon, Shuichi… This isn’t like you. You can’t just give up like this.”

(He resists the instinct to add, “You’re my sidekick,” because no, he’s not.)

It doesn’t matter about him, but Shuichi’s still absolutely real. He’s Shuichi Saihara, the Ultimate Detective who’s gonna save everyone, right? Never mind what Tsumugi says – that’s who he wants to be, who he’s always been trying so hard to be, so that’s who he is. And if that’s the case, then he can’t let something like this get him down!

“I guess this doesn’t mean much coming from me, but… I believe in you. For real.”

Shuichi stares at him in dawning realisation. This is… exactly the kind of thing Kaito would say to encourage him at a time like this. Especially the way he’s selflessly helping someone else even though he’s the one who’s got to be suffering the most right now. He… really is Kaito, isn’t he?

Kaito doesn’t meet his eye, muttering that that’s not really for him to decide. But… if Shuichi and Maki Roll want him to be Kaito, then – he glances at Shuichi hopefully – then maybe…?

Shuichi firmly tells him that no, that’s wrong. Kaito was just asserting that Shuichi and Maki and everyone else here get to decide who they want to be, so why should it be any different for him? If he wants to be Kaito, then Shuichi’s with him all the way. And Maki feels the same, right?

Maki puts in, slowly, like she’s still figuring this out as she speaks, that she’s been thinking hard about things since he pointed out that this means she never really killed anyone. It’s true that it’s a relief to know that nobody ever died because of her, but… she still feels like she killed all those people. It still hurts, because all of those memories feel real to her. So in that sense, it’s like she might as well have actually gone through all that hell.

Then… it must be the same for him, right? Even if it wasn’t really him who trained with them and supported them, he feels like it was, doesn’t he? So… he might as well be the same Kaito. If her feelings matter even if they came from fake memories, then so do his.

Hearing both their words to him, Kaito’s face gradually lights up into a huge, somewhat desperate grin. Of course he wants to be Kaito; there’s nobody else he’d rather be! And, Shuichi and Maki Roll, they… they still wanna be his sidekicks, right?

Of course they do. Shuichi and Maki were pretty shaken by the initial shock of seeing Kaito’s death and realising where the Kaito standing in front of them came from, to the point that their kneejerk reactions in that moment might have made him feel like they didn’t see him as Kaito or want him around. But having a little bit of time to process it and reflect on it, and seeing how badly Kaito was hurting from thinking this is how they feel about him… there’s no way that’d be what they settle on. They’re his friends – and they can’t bear to lose him twice.

Maybe they messed up in the sense that they let Kaito die on his end, but they also simultaneously didn't lose Kaito on their end. This person who's here for them right now is still him, and none of what happened to the other Kaito is his fault. How could they just throw away this second chance? They’re still going to need Kaito’s support – and this Kaito needs them, too, more than ever. It’s awful that they failed Kaito once, but they can at least make sure to never fail him again.

(Kaito tells them firmly that no, they didn’t fail him. There’s no way Kaito would have ever thought that, no matter how afraid he was at the end.)

Epilogue

After escaping and settling into the outside world, as the survivors put together a gravesite for the friends from their game who didn't make it, they make sure there's a grave there for Kaito as well. Kaito, Shuichi and Maki visit it from time to time. It only seems right to do so.

The other Kaito, the one who died scared and alone, would have been happy to know that this’d be how it ended, Kaito reflects: to know that he still gets to live on, in a way, and keep being there for his sidekicks. That he didn't just die useless and forgotten. He's certain of it - because he's Kaito, too.

[part 2 to this post - because I had another fun idea that branches off partway through this one - here!]

#danganronpa v3 #danganronpa v3 spoilers #kaito momota #shuichi saihara #maki harukawa #friends #training trio #v3 aus #writing #my buttons #hello my name is elyvorg and my hobbies include wrenching my own heart out #definitely not what anon signed up for when they innocently suggested their idea #but i hope they're proud for being the reason this story exists now #duplicate kaito au

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sherrybaby14 · 5 years

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I Do

Prompt: Can I request a millionaire!Steve Rogers x reader. Where he had his eyes on the reader for quite some time and uses her drunk state one night in a bar/ nightclub to marry her. And the next morning he refuses to let her go, she's his wife now after all and he's gonna take extra good care of her, starting that morning with fucking every thought of ever leaving him out of her? 🙈

Warnings: Non-con (please do not read if this offends you) (also turns into dubcon) alcohol, smut

Words: 2300

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

A/N: This is an AU.

The bar at this restaurant was your favorite place to eat dinner when you were in town. You hated traveling alone, looking at all the happy couples enjoying their fine dining experiences. But your job had you coming to Vegas once a month the past year.

At least you had your phone to play with.

“How was the food?” A voice made you look up from your device.

You readied to tell the man to fuck off, but fuck…he was gorgeous.

“It was good.” Smooth…real smooth.

“That’s what I like to hear.” He pulled out the empty seat next to you. “What brings you to Vegas?”

“Work.” You turned toward him. “What about you?”

“Oh, I live here.” He sat down.

“I thought none of the locals came to the strip.” You’d been here enough and never ran into someone who lived here.

“There’s a few of us.” The bartender came over and dropped off a drink, you noticed he hadn’t ordered one. “Keep the lady’s full.”

The bartender nodded and went to make another martini.

“Are you someone important?” You were more intrigued than you wanted to let on.

“Who me?” He laughed. “I’m nobody. Tell me about you? Most people in this place don’t look so sad.”

“I hate traveling alone.” You looked down. “Tonight is my last night and work is exhausting. I want to get home and fall into my bed for the next two days until it’s back to the office.”

“Is there someone who couldn’t join you?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Oh no.” You laughed. “Cliché single New Yorker. I don’t own a cat though, yet.”

“Married to the job?”

“Something like that.” A fresh martini was set in front of you.

“Well if it’s your last night, how about we have some fun?” He raised his glass. “What do you have to lose?”

“I don’t even know your name.” You gave a nervous laugh. “And I’m sort of a light weight.”

“Alright.” He set his glass down. “I can take a hint.”

Guilt. He was trying to be nice.

“I mean, my name is Y/N.” You held out your hand.

“Steve.” He shook yours. “Are you sure you want a night of fun with a complete stranger?”

“Maybe by the end of the night you won’t be a stranger any more.” Were you flirting? This was not like you. Did that sound as corny out loud as it had in your head?

“Well Miss Y/L/N, I think that is a promise I can make.” He winked.

“I didn’t say my last name.” The way it had rolled off his tongue made you raise an eyebrow.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t snoop.” He slid your credit card over to you.

“Oh.” You felt silly, ruining the night already.

“It’s quite alright.” He raised his glass again. “Did you think I was some sort of stalker?”

“For a minute.” You put your hand to your forehead. “I’m sorry. I tend to think the worst sometimes.”

“Are you going to leave me hanging again?” He held his drink out.

“Sorry.” You raised your glass.

Hoping the booze would make you a little less awkward.

Your head ached as you blinked your eyes open. The fluffy white comforter wasn’t familiar. The bed softer than the one at your hotel. The sheets heaven against your skin. Skin. It was bare. Your eyes popped open all the way and the headache vanished as you sat up.

The room was gigantic, the bed a king sized modern look. It was a house, not a hotel room. Based off the way the bedroom looked you thought it may have been closer to a mansion than a home.

You looked down at the bed, seeing an empty spot where another body had been. This was embarrassing. A one night stand. You shut your eyes and tried to think of that last thing you could remember. Steve. You were at a roulette table. Your lucky number hit. You made out in front of everyone.

You cringed at the PDA. You tried to remember an Uber or a cab and came up with nothing. You reached between your legs, feeling nothing sticky or any soreness from sex. Maybe you just got naked and passed out. Your clothes.

You scanned the floor for anything, but didn’t see a single item. But something did catch you eye. Something BIG and shiny. Something on the ring finger of your left hand. You held it out in front of you. The rock was gigantic.

“What the fuck?” You whispered the question to nobody.

Then the door to the room opened, you stuck your hand under the comforter as Steve walked in with a grin on his face.

“Good morning Princess.” He had a robe on. “I was wondering when you were going to wake up.”

“What time is it?” You kept the comforter close. “I drank too much, I don’t really remember last night. This is so embarrassing. I need to get back to my hotel. I have a flight at noon. Do you know where my clothes are?”

Steve frowned as he sat on the bed.

“You canceled your flight.” He set his hand on your knee and you went to scoot away.

“What?” You struggled to piece together any bit of your memory.

“And I sent your dress to the cleaners, to have it preserved.” He squeezed down on your leg and started to slide his hand up. “Later today I’ll take you shopping. We have to get you some clothing for the honeymoon.”

“For the what?” Your eyes about budged out of your head.

“You’re so adorable.” Steve leaned over you to the night stand and picked up his phone. “I had the jet gassed up. Wheels up in six hours. That should be plenty of time.”

“I know I’m a little hungover, but you’re not making any sense.” You pressed your hand to your head.

“I’ve never seen you have more than one martini with dinner. It was fun to be there when you finally let go. We won’t be making that a regular occurrence though.” He laughed and then handed you his phone.

You saw the first picture and your stomach dropped. It was a chapel, you grinning ear to ear as you held Steve’s hands. You flipped through them and about threw up when you got to the kissing photo.

“This is real?” You held out your shaky hand with the diamond.

“Custom made. For you.” He grabbed your fingers. “A princess cut for my princess.”

“What? I just met you last night.” You shook your head.

“I explained everything last night.” Steve brought your hand to his lips and kissed. “You started showing up at my place once a month, caught my eye. I knew right away you were the one. I figured out your ring size last April. I’d been working up the courage to talk to you.”

“You are a stalker.” You tried to tug your hand away.

“No.” He gripped down harder. “Last night you thought it was cute. You were the one who demanded we get married right away, and how could I ever say no to you?”

“You’re lying.” You tried to move away, but memories were being triggered.

Him telling you how he’d been watching you. How he owned the restaurant, no the hotel! Him getting down on one knee and you peppering his face with kisses. Horror spread over you.

“We have to get an annulment.” You tugged harder, but his other hand came to the back of your head and he held you still.

“Never.” He placed a kiss on your forehead. “Don’t you remember? I carried you through the threshold. You stripped and begged me to consummate?”

You cringed and tears stung your eyes.

“You were so tempting, but I didn’t want out first time when you were drunk.” He started to kiss down your cheek. “Technically we were married after midnight, so today is our wedding date, and now we’re both sober and ready.”

He moved back and his hand went to his robe to undo the tie.

“Wait. What?” How was this happening?

You tried to look away, but he stripped down to show an amazing chiseled form. Then you saw his cock, hard and angry. You shut your eyes and the blanket was ripped away.

“No.” You moved your arms to cover yourself.

“None of that.” He grabbed your wrists and moved them to your side as he laid you down. “You’re my wife. I want to enjoy all of you.”

You opened your mouth to object, but found his lips on yours. A squeak left your lips and he used the chance to slide his tongue in. Your head was swimming as he kissed you hard, your wrists pinned to the bed as he settled between your legs.

You tried to wiggle away into the mattress, get away from him, from this bizarre situation. His cock pressed against your pussy and he started to grind his body. Kissing you as his cut ran up and down your clit.

This was wrong. He was crazy. You whipped your head to the side, forcing him to break the kiss. His lips went right for your neck and he started kissing and sucking while still sliding up and down your form.

“Stop.” You tried to close your legs wiggle away, anything to give you a chance to think. “We can’t.”

“Of course we can.” He pushed harder, making your body come alive, you nipples hardening as his chest barely grazed them with his pace. “You’re mine. My wife.”

“I…I…” You wanted to say you didn’t remember, it couldn’t be true, but memories of the night came pouring back.

You at the alter, giddy as you said the vows.

“I do.” You didn’t mean to say it out loud.

“Mmmm.” Steve bit down on your neck making you moan. “Happiest day of my life Baby.”

He pulled back and before you could think his cock was at your entrance. Your clit was teased enough your body was ready for him.

“I’m going to take such good care of you.” He pressed inside.

You wanted to scream and fight him, but you were limp. Too confused to focus a single thought that your body had taken over and there was no denying it craved him.

“Give you the life you’ve always wanted.” He slid with ease, how were your so wet? “So tight for me. The only girl I’ll have for the rest of forever.”

A moan left your throat. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fight, beg him to stop. Do anything to make sense of this. He lessened the grip on your wrists, but you didn’t even try to lift your hands as he filled you.

“You’re mine. All mine. Forever.” He bottomed out and your body shook to accommodate him.

Steve was the largest you’d ever taken and he felt amazing. The physicalness started to drown out your mental hang ups.

“A lifetime of fucking you.” He pulled out slow before pushing back in with a quick thrust, grinding you into the mattress. “I’ve waited so long for you Princess. Perfect for me.”

His little love notes made you gasp.

“That’s it.” He kissed up your chin. “What a good wife you are already. Taking me this way.”

Hearing his praise messed with you even more.

When he drove against you he started to rock his pelvis against your clit, not pulling out and all, teasing your ecstasy even further.

“I’m going to spoil the fuck out of you.” He continued to move in a way that sent electricity through you. “Whatever you want it’s yours.”

You were turning into a breathy mess under him. Wanting what he was saying.

“And I know what you want right now Princess.” His cock was hitting your spots in the right way as his body drove your clit crazy. “Say it and it’s yours.”

“I want to cum.” You didn’t think when you spit the words out.

“Oh what a good girl I have.” He started to move faster.

His body was inhuman. Making short little thrusts while still grinding against your clit. He let go of your wrists and you brought your hands to his back, needing something to hold on to as your orgasm approached.

Your head lulled and he brought a hand to your chin, turning it to face him. He kissed you, demanding and consuming while his body owned yours. You couldn’t handle it any longer and passion flooded you.

You became a willing participant kissing him, moving with him, taking what your body craved. Not just your body, your mind, your soul. It hit hard and fast an earthquake couldn’t compare to the way you convulsed around him.

When your vision and reality came back he was above you, watching your face.

“The first of many.” His blue eyes flashed.

Your body didn’t have time to recover before he was railing into you. A second orgasm already forming underneath him. You needed it. You needed him. Forever.

It never occurred to you that a person could have such stamina. By the time Steve came you were a mess. Sweaty and over pleasured. You found yourself curled against his chest, your finger with the diamond tracing up and down his muscles as he held you.

“We should get ready for the flight.” He kissed your head.

“Uh-huh.”

Married life looked good.

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #captain america #marvel #marvel fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #Steve rogers au #steve rogers fanfiction

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monkeymindscream · 4 years

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You've had Warden Wrath hcs, what about our dear Emperor Belos?

Of COURSE I have headcanons for Emperor Belos I love him!!

- He is ridiculously charismatic. This is the guy who managed to gain the support of an entire populace and radically alter their way life shortly after appearing seemingly from nowhere. Even if we assume that the majority of that influence came from people believing he could talk to the Titan, he still would’ve had to make them believe he could in the first place. A big part of the borderline-worship admiration his subjects have for him stems from his people skills back before he shut himself up in his castle.

- Pumpdrake spice season is his favorite time of year. What is a pumpdrake, you ask? It’s the botanical Frankenstein of a pumpkin and a mandrake. Instead of “carving jack’o’lanterns,” the tradition on the Boiling Isles is to hunt and slay the pumpdrake with the face/expression you want. Afterwards you gut your kill then display its rigor-mortis-ridden carcass on your porch or in your window or something. The guts themselves are super flavorful, with the smaller, more yellow-y ones being more savory (often used in soups and things) and the darker orange ones being sweet (the aforementioned pumpdrake spice). EB will eagerly consume literally anything containing pumpdrake spice in it. — Also: Like on Earth, there’s kind of a stigma against openly liking pumpdrake spice, because God forbid anyone be allowed to like harmless things on this wretched plain of existence. It’s a good way to get yourself labeled as “basic,” actually. Enter our Emperor, gracefully not giving a damn. Should he ever come across anyone complaining about people liking pumpdrake spice, he’d likely take great pleasure in materializing behind them and politely interjecting, “Well I happen to quite like pumpdrake spice, actually; would you care to explain to me why you’re so offended by it?” then quietly enjoy the rest of his drink as they shat themselves and tried to backpedal. — I have no idea how he enjoys the aforementioned drink while wearing his mask. Maybe he pours it into his eyes like he did with the palisman innards; maybe he has some sort of proboscis that pokes out from under his mask that he uses to slurp it up. Maybe he just uses a straw. Who’s to say.

- He has a genuine soft spot for Kikimora. This derives solely from the fact that he called her “Kiki” at the end of Young Blood, Old Souls. Like yes I know Lilith called her “Kiki” too and they obviously didn’t care for each other, but look: as far as we’d seen up until that moment EB referred to people almost exclusively by their formal full name/an unshortened form of their first name (“Edalyn/Lilith Clawthorne”), or by a derisive title (“Human”). But he gave Kikimora a (seemingly honestly affectionate??) nickname of sorts. Plus she’s essentially his face and mouth when he either doesn’t feel like making public appearances or just plain can’t - that has to imply at least some level of trust there. — Kiki’s fully aware of this, and is insufferably smug about it. She’s lucky the Isles’ Top Dog likes her, because literally no one else does. (She’s not particularly bothered.)

- Romance is his favorite book genre, believe it or not. Or at least it would be if the writers on the Boiling Isles could step away from clichés for five freaking seconds. — DO NOT GET HIM STARTED ON PINIET PUBLISHING HOUSE THEIR BOOKS ARE THE WORST OFFENDERS OF THEM ALL. Hell, their books are the reason half those clichés are even clichés to begin with - they mass produce utter shit. He’s wanted to petrify righteously arrest Piniet for years, but Kiki always stops him by pointing out that the publishing company’s books are wildly popular amongst his coven (the whole Isle, really, but speaking specifically here) and destroying the source would likely cause a massive dip in morale. And anyway, he hasn’t technically done anything legally wrong that they could bring him in for - it’s ultimately more trouble than it’s worth.

- He’s fucking clueless when it comes to some of the actual responsibilities that come with keeping an empire running. Don’t get me wrong, he understands there are certain things that need to get done, and he understands why they need to be done. He just doesn’t have the instincts for how. Like if some official-whoever were to come up to him and ask him “Emperor, how do you plan to stimulate the economy in some of the Isles’ poorer areas?” he’d be lost. Fuck if he knows, man, how is one person supposed to be able to answer that?? He knows magic - he has dissected magic down to its core and could list the names of all its squishy bits by heart. He knows greater-scope things. He does not know how to break-up infighting between two townships. — When he’s asked questions like this, he will usually respond by looking to his right. Kiki (who was standing there, waiting) will then promptly step forward, say something to the effect of “The Emperor has discussed this issue with me previously, he is of the mind that-” and will then offer a suggestion. No one questions it because well the Emperor is sitting literally right there, so obviously if he had any issues with it he’d have punted the little gremlin into orbit by now, right? Everyone just assumes EB doesn’t feel like repeating himself when he’s already discussed it with his assistant. Truth is Kiki pulled that out of her ass on the spot. Lucky for the Isles she’s good at her job. — This plays a big part in why EB’s likes Kiki so much. She takes a good chunk of responsibility and stress off his shoulders so he can focus on whatever mysterious tasks the Titan may (or may not we’ll have to see) be instructing him to complete.

- His omnipresent/all-seeing shtick comes from his connection to the Titan. By virtue of the Isle literally being made from their body, the Titan is, essentially, everywhere. Therefore, EB’s awareness spreads everywhere. This has limits, obviously, since at the end of the day EB’s just one person and can only split his focus so many ways (not to mention it takes more energy to “see” the farther he looks away from his physical self), but it’s still more than what most people can do. Even more than what most Oracle witches can do.

- He takes abysmal care of himself. Yes, I know, it’s shocking to think that the guy who’s dumping magic goop into his face wouldn’t be a paragon of self-care, but trust me on this one. He will go days without sleep then get frustrated that his body is behaving so sluggishly; he’ll neglect to eat until his stomach is so empty it’s cramping, and he’ll still put it off for “just a bit more, it can wait for just a little longer.” The man is a disaster. — This also actually stems from his connection with the Titan. Over time, EB has become so entwined with it (see: its heart beating faster when he’s agitated/excited) that his own body has slowly stopped registering its own needs. Its attuned to what the Titan needs, and the Titan doesn’t need anything. Which is a flawed fucking system, really, because he still needs everything, he just has no way to gauge when or how much anymore.

- The reason the main nine covens are “the main nine” is specifically because they’re each a track of magic that EB is proficient in. And as the creator of the coven system, he got first say in which ones were quote “important.”

I have more (because if left sit long enough I could talk about my favorite characters for days) but a good chunk of what’s left kind of move out of “headcanon” territory and into “theories,” so I’ll stop here. If anyone’s interested in hearing the theories (or AUs, or ships, or whatever) feel free to send an ask and I’ll ramble some more.

#owl house #muttering about owls #Emperor Belos #testingforcake23

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colourful-void · 4 years

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SHSL Hope’s Peak AU Labs

I spent hours on this please look at it

Because this is my AU and I do what I want, Hope’s Peak Academy has labs! However, due to number of students at Hope’s Peak, they have to share. Each student is assigned to a lab once they’re enrolled, and they spend most of their time there. Some labs (SHSL Zoology Lab) are open for everyone to see, and others (SHSL Fighters Lab) are not.

Some students (Himiko, Ryota) spend more time in other people’s labs than their own, or choose other labs as ‘theirs’ even though they’re technically assigned to a certain lab. The staff doesn’t really care as long as they’re developing their talents and stuff.

(I put the graduated class and teachers separately, at the bottom)

There are 12 main labs, as well as some assorted groups of people, and those who don’t have labs. These labs are:

- SHSL Technology Lab - SHSL Leadership Lab - SHSL Entertainers Lab - SHSL Fighters Lab - SHSL Zoology Lab - SHSL Athletic Lab - SHSL Costume Lab - SHSL Detective Lab - SHSL Magicks Lab - SHSL Luck Lab - SHSL Creativity Lab - SHSL Science Lab

Ive got lots of details on each lab, but its long, so ill put it under the cut. (names that are in brackets mean that the character is either not officially part of the lab, or doesn’t really spend time there despite being part of the lab)

Ultimate Technology Lab: Chihiro, Miu, Kiibo, Souda, Chiaki. (Ryota)

The room is very industrial, pipes in the ceiling, cement floor, grey brick walls, florescent lighting.

It's a huge mess.

Theres wires everywhere, all across the floor with basically no organization.

A big shelf of scrap parts, metal, oil, mainly stuff for Miu and Souda to work with.

One corner is semi closed off and has a dozen screens. Thats where Chiaki and Chihiro go. Chiaki has every game system in that corner.

The screen corner has a carpet, pillows and beanbags. Also a gaming chair that only Chiaki is allowed to sit in.

Kiibo likes to chat with Alter Ego.

They stuck a few cots in there because someone always ends up asleep while working on a program or invention or something, so they get tossed onto the bed.

Ryota isn’t part of this lab, but spends a surprising amount of time there with Chiaki and Chihiro, so they set up a table for him in the screen corner with a drawing tablet.

He cries when he finds out, and hangs around there much more often afterwords.

All together, everyone in the tech lab is really close to each other, they get along great, and sometimes work on big group projects.

Ultimate Leadership Lab: Kokichi, Sonia, Fuyuhiko, Byakuya. (Mondo, Taka, and Nekomaru)

The leaders lab is the most complicated

There are a total 7 students who were catagorized as leaders by hopes peak staff. They aren’t all comdapiable with each other, and they find that out pretty quick.

So they split up.

Mondo and Taka went together because they’re dating, and Nekomaru went to the Athletic Lab.

The lab isn’t really a lab, more of a meeting room. There’s a big table in the centre that everyone sits at.

One wall is a touch screen

One wall is a white board

One is a blackboard

And one is a corkboard

Sonia sits in front of the cork board, Kokichi sits in front of the white board, Fuyuhiko sits in front of the blackboard, and Byakuya gets the touch screen

They share the walls, but each of them mainly uses the one they sit in front of.

The room is used by the student council to plan meetings, but the main 4 who use the leaders lab pretty much *are* the student council.

Meetings with the entire student body are held in the entertainers lab since it has a stage and enough seating for everyone.

Cork board has pictures of everyone taken by Koizumi, schedule for the school, a few other things Sonia likes to hang there, like letters from her family. it’s lined with LED lights.

White board is 90% doodles by Kokichi, and whoever came in there. There’s also a few stray magnets.

Blackboard has notes on students, mainly to make sure ppl are turning in homework, or not getting bullied/being bullies.

The touchscreen is synced to Byakuya’s laptop. School files are kept on there.

Lighting is on a Slider so can be dim/low for the touch screen. Also Kokichi just likes the lighting darker.

Kokichi makes Sonia an honorary member of dice and Sonia is thrilled by this fact

Sonia is the most sociable so she handles most of the students problems, Byakuya schedules and talks to the staff, Fuyuhiko deals with the underground stuff and the general student body, Kokichi is comic relief and makes sure the actual council doesn’t keel over dead from overworking.

Sonia is always first to arrive, being 13 minutes early to every occasion.

They have meetings regularly.

Altogether, they get along well, not as well as the tech lab but pretty good! No one really expected them to get along as well at they do. Since they’re all focused on the common goal of leading the student body, they work together, and they balance each other out pretty nicely.

(Mondo and Taka)

They couldn’t convince the school to give them another lab

They hang out in Mondo’s dorm room.

They don’t do anything.

Taka however help Fuyuhiko with a lot of his policing, and spends a bunch of time in the halls helping people get to class and directing visitors and stuff.

Taka joins the student council for meetings sometimes, they have an extra chair for him.

He spends more time in the halls than planning so he doesn’t really need a lab.

Mondo and Taka are dating, so they get along great.

Ultimate Entertainers Lab: Sayaka, Ibuki, Kaede, Hiyoko, (Himiko)

Himiko was invited, but because she does real magic, she preferred to set up camp in the magick’s lab

The room is basically the music room from THH

There’s a decent amount of instruments and a grand piano on the stage.

How they move the piano back and forth no one knows.

They have a whiteboard with the number of days since Hiyoko has said something mean and gotten kicked out.

That number has never gone over 2

Microphones, a nice light system, very velvety curtains

Nice chairs to watch as well

Backstage is a mess of props and set.

School plays are put on in this lab, and meetings with the whole student body

they also have a projector and do movie nights during spring and winter break, or on weekends!

The entertainers get along pretty well, except Hiyoko. They like to show off their music to each other and play songs together. Sometime they watch Hiyoko dance if she’s being nice.

Ultimate Fighters Lab: Tenko, Peko, Maki, Sakura, Mukuro

Its a BIG room

Theres a whole rack of swords

A bunch of weights

A bunch of guns, locked in a glass case that only Maki and Mukuro have a key too

Knives cupboard, also behind lock and key

The entire room is under lock and key

Theres replica/training versions of each weapon

Luckily no one in the room would share their key, and stealing their key is a BAD idea

Theres a large mat area in the centre

Its got a circle in the middle

They have a first aid kit

Theres a lot of mats

You’d think things would go wrong, but everyone is really nice and loves each other and such

Sometimes they invite other people to work out and such

But its mainly just them

Maki and Mukuro spar together and bond over murder. Peko and Sakura spar together and bond over honour. Tenko vows to protect them all as her blood sisters, and all of them thank her for it despite not needing her help.

They all get along amazingly and are amazing and badass, I love them.

Ultimate Zoology Lab: Gonta, Gundham

Anyone can enter the room during visiting hours

When you enter, its a sitting room with lots of books and chairs and such.

All the animals and bugs are kept in a backroom with the food. Only Gundham and Gonta and whoever they allow are allowed back there.

Gundham doesn’t like to keep animals locked up because ‘wild beast spirits are weakened by the dangerous walls of this academy’

Lots of animal food, research on how to take care of animals, books and things

There are a few animals in there and some bugs, but theres more research then actual animals.

Bunnies, the deva’s stay there sometimes, but rarely cause Gundham gets sad without them, only when they get sick or something.

Theres a patch of grass in there for the animals that eat grass

Its a nice calming place

Lots of animals

Gundham has a therapy dog in there that students can go pet.

Lighting is on a cycle that follows the sun, since thats best for the animals

Gundam brings animals into the sitting room for people to pet (like the therapy dog)

Gonta and Gundham get along really good, they bond over people not understanding them sometimes, and their love of animals. It’s very sweet.

Ultimate Athletic Lab: Aoi, Leon, Hoshi, Akane, (Nekomaru)

Hopes Peak cycles out the equipment depending on the students there that year.

Aoi uses the swimming pool, so its just weights for her and other various training things.

Also a batting cage, mini tennis court, balance beam and rings.

Its a large room.

They also have mats like the fighters.

Altogether, they just do their own things, not really talking to each other.

Ultimate Costume Lab: Junko, Tsumugi, Imposter

Its a really big closet.

A third is replica clothing of other people, a third is costumes, and a third is high fashion

They have to mark things really carefully so Tsumugi doesn’t get mixed up with Imposters stuff

Hifumi hangs around to look at Tsumugi’s costumes. Junko kicks him out a lot.

Theres also a bunch of fabrics and matierials, and a big desk for sewing and such.

Floor length mirrors, one of those thats like 3 mirrors so you can see yourself from every angle.

They don’t really get along... Tsumugi admires Junko a bunch, and Junko doesn’t like anyone. Imposter uses it for storage, and doesn’t spend much time there.

Ultimate Detective Lab: Kyouko, Shuuichi

Literally just the lab from V3

But with the yearbooks for hopes peak

And a computer linked to the hope’s peak database.

Theres not a lot to add here.

But Kyouko and Shuuichi are very close, and help each other out and I must mention that.

Ultimate Magicks Lab: Hagakure, Himiko

Himiko left the entertainers lab and came here to do real magic.

No one is sure what happens in there

Theres props everywhere

And crystals, and various fourtune telling devices

They both have mini booths where they can perform magic and read the future, respectively.

dim lighting, likely string lights or something

They have a fog machine

They have broken it several times

Hagakure takes Himiko in as his little sister and its really sweet. They get along good.

Ultimate Luck Lab: Makoto, Komaeda, and Hajime

A glorified, bulletproof, fireproof, and bomb proof break room. Also a panic room.

Hajime isn’t a strictly a lucky student, but they had no where else to put em so they stuck him with the lucky students. He wanted to be there anyway.

They have a pool table.

None of them know how to play pool.

Well Hajime does, but he doesn’t want to.

They just kinda sit there a lot of the time.

Makoto walks in to see Komaeda and Hajime kissing on the couch and gets really flustered, but it just keeps happening and eventually he gets used to it.

Theres some school books and bean bags in there.

At one point they get a console from Chiaki and play some games.

Nagito’s luck breaks it.

Basically a classroom without any desks.

The three of them get along well! Nagito and Hajime are dating, so Makoto is a bit left out, but the they do some stuff together.

Ultimate Creativity Lab: Koizumi, Angie, Hifumi, Ryota, Touko

The most chaotic lab.

Koizumi uses it for storage and nothing else. There is a little side room she uses as a dark room, but beyond that she hates being in there.

Hifumi had some of his things in there but Koizumi made him take them out for ‘pubic decency’

Its just his drawing tablet now, with a strong password on it.

Ryota has his drawing tablet too

Sometimes they talk, but not for long because Hifumi makes Ryota nervous.

Angie uses the space the most, as she doesn’t fear death and doesn’t care what anyone else does so long as she can paint and things.

It loos basically like v3 but with what I described and mixed with the art room from 1.

Touko has a desk in the corner and she does not use it.

They really don't get along well. No one likes Hifumi, everyone dislikes Touko, Koizumi doesn’t wanna deal with anyone’s bull, Ryota is nervous all the times and these people make it worse so he goes to the tech labs since he’s friends with Chihiro.

Everyone really likes Angie though. Well not Touko, but Angie either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care.

Most of them work in their own rooms and are happy to use the room for storage and let Angie take the space.

Ultimate Sciences Lab: Kaito, Rantaro, Korekiyo

Its actually pretty organized.

Theres a globe, a large map, a travel book, a cork board for Rantaro.

A library full of books on anthropology

Star maps, space stuff

The ceiling is dark, but always has a projection of the night sky that reflects the current position of the stars from where they stand.

They have a bunch of nice comfy chairs

Kaito would spend more time in the gym or pool if he wanted to train, since this lab is more focused on research.

Low lighting, mainly candles.

There’s books for sciences that aren’t Kaito, Rantaro, or Korekiyo’s speciality, sometimes people use them for research.

The detectives come in for research sometimes.

The three of them get along pretty well actually, it’s very nice. They’re close to each other in a unique way, and talk to each other about their problems and things. Very nice.

People who don’t really have a lab:

Celeste: Hangs around the Rec Room. She smuggled in better things to gamble with.

Kirumi: Takes students requests and goes around the school to fulfill them.

Mikan: Works in the Nurse’s Office, taking care of students who get hurt.

Teruteru: Works in the Kitchen, making whatever food he wants and sometimes meals for students who come in asking for food.

Syo: Isn’t allowed a lab.

Graduated Classes:

Daisaku: was in the zoology lab with Gundham. they got along alright, though not as well as Gundham and Gonta.

Ruruka: was in the kitchen, with Teruteru. they did not get along.

Sonosuke: wasn’t really a lab kind of guy. assigned to the tech lab, but didn’t really mesh well with everyone else in there so just didn’t go in. he had a little place to do his smithing off campus.

Seiko: worked in the nurses office with Mikan. they were close, but quiet. Seiko kind of saw Mikan as a little sister.

Teachers and Staff:

None of the teachers have a lab, but they do supervise some.

Chisa teaches her class as normal

Munakata watches the student council

Sakakura watches the fighters and athletes

all of them are extremely proud of their students and would kill for them.

Elementary School Division:

The elementary school doesn’t have labs. However, I feel like this is a good time to mention that Hope’s Peak elementary does take volunteers, and Komaru spends most of her time volunteering at the elementary there.

And I think that covers everything!

I think I've missed a few people, and im not sure where to sort *anyone* from zero, seriously it is very confusing. If there’s anyone I missed you want me to put in lemme know. (also this took hours so please reblog)

and like, thank you to anyone who read through this monster of a post.

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