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tsukimefuku · 3 months

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Right, wrong and the in-between (Part 1)

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You and Higuruma were assigned to investigate the disappearance of women around Shinjuku. This led to a dicey situation regarding what place Jujutsu sorcerers occupy in this world and what is their role to play when non-sorcerers get involved.

This is part of my "Jujutsu Partners Canon Divergence AU". There is currently a sequence of short stories and random drabbles for a fic I'll eventually write (eventually). To see the ever-growing list of one-shots, please visit my masterlist :) The "Right, wrong and the in-between" will be a 4 (maybe 3) part short-story set in this AU. This is the first part, I hope you enjoy! The tags below will be applicable to every chapter.

Tags: oc/f!reader, soft/implied Higuruma x reader, soft/implied Nanami x reader, slow burn, mentions of violence and non-con/abuse among side characters, canon typical violence, some angst, some fluff, just characters being themselves driving the plot (and me) insane. Some philosophical debate will be in place.

WC: 1.7k

"Well, this looks like a one-man job." Higuruma said, with his small gavel resting lazily on the side of his forehead. You were both seated at the backseat of a Jujutsu Tech's car, and Ijichi was driving.

"Oh, it sure is," you replied, "but you can't be going on solo missions until further notice. So you're stuck with me for the time being."

"Oh, no. I'm definitely not complaining of 'being stuck' with you." He replied, looking at you. "I just think that there's probably a better way of using such scarce resources, like jujutsu sorcerers. This parole should've been over already, that's my point. I already commited myself with atoning for my crimes and fight alongside Jujutsu High."

"Higuruma, it could be worse. You could've been executed." You said, as you put the side of your forehead on the car's window and closed your eyes. "The higher ups are awful like that, I know it firsthand. I just hope they'll all die or go to hell soon enough."

That caught his attention, and made a small bead of sweat appear in Ijichi's temple as he looked at you through the rearview mirror. "You have told me to have your issues with them, but never clarified what they were. I mean, you don't strike me as the type to do something that would render you at risk of getting a death sentence, or anything of the sort." Higuruma pondered, now curious. "So how would you know?"

"Oh, how would you know that about me, now? We've been working together for only three weeks, smart-ass" you said as you looked at him, scoffed and smiled. "If you behave today and I don't get bedridden for whatever reason, maybe I'll tell you over some drinks at HQ, since you're still on a leash. I will get us some beer, and we'll bash on the established power right under their roof. How's that sound?"

He smiled. "Fine. We have a deal. But I get pretty argumentative when I drink, just a heads-up."

You chuckled. "Wouldn't expect any less from you." Even if you were working alongside Higuruma for a short amount of time, you actually appreciated the guy's company — when he wasn't being a risky maniac on the battlefield —, and could totally get behind his disdain for Jujutsu High. You felt that way about them yourself, and with good reason.

After the bantering, you started to mentally go over the mission you were both assigned.

Many women were going missing in an area of Shinjuku, Tokyo's red-light district, for the past few weeks. It wouldn't be something to be dealt by Jujutsu High if it weren't for the cursed energy traces left around the places these women were going missing from. The disappearances were undoubtedly due to cursed activity, so Higuruma and you were sent out to investigate.

"Ijichi, is there any indication this could be due to a curse user?" You asked.

"No, Ms. Why do you ask?"

You went over some pictures they had sent to you on your phone. "There is no blood, guts, or anything like that in any of these places. I mean, curses are often related to disappearances, sure, but it's not a very curse-like behavior to kidnap people in so many different places through such a large area."

"So a curse user with criminal intent is the most likely scenario?" Higuruma completed.

"Yes. It would make more sense. And considering the area of Kabukicho, it's possible these women..." Your stomach turned on itself before you could finish your sentence. You were all silent at that moment, for you all knew what that meant.

Higuruma sighed. "Yes, it makes sense."

"Oh. Hey, Ijichi, what is Nanami up to? Haven't seen him in some days." You asked. Since getting promoted to a Grade 1 sorcerer, you stopped going on missions with Nanami and were mostly taking on tasks alone until you were assigned to shepherd Higuruma.

"He's actually working on another mission around Shinjuku too." Ijichi replied.

"Oh, he is?" The excitement in your voice was clear as day, as you said that with a smile. Higuruma looked at you seemingly a little dissatisfied, but said nothing.

"Yes. But he's on the opposite side of Shinjuku, currently."

"Oh." You deflated a little. "Well, drink night with the sorcerers is almost up the corner. See you both there, Ijichi."

He smiled as his face blushed slightly. "See you there."

You looked at Higuruma. "And I hope you're liberated from your leash soon enough, so you can join us too. I'd be happy to see you there."

He was a little surprised as he looked back at you. "Oh. Okay." Was all he managed to answer.

After 6 minutes, you arrived at your destination. The street was covered with signage and neon lights over the buildings, which were all crammed together, in a tight and claustrophobic pack. Since it was still afternoon, there was not much effervescence, given that this part of Shinjuku would become more lively during nighttime.

"Ijichi, we will go looking around to see if we find anything. When we do, I'll cast a veil myself, okay? Wait for us here." You told him, as you and Higuruma started to make your way down the street.

"So, we're looking for cursed energy traces that could lead us to our culprit?" Higuruma asked you.

"Precisely. Be it a curse or curse user, this was sloppy as hell. They left remains in every scene." You replied. "Shouldn't be so hard to track them down."

"Fine, then. Let's get this over with."

***

After some walking around, you both stood in the front of a building that seemed to have some cursed energy traces over the door. They were very faint, but were definitely there. The club was closed, and would only open after 6PM.

"Well, do you want to look around while we wait for it?" You asked Higuruma.

"Anything to be out of headquarters. I thought I knew what being arrested felt like, but it's so much worse than I thought. Not having the freedom to come and go to places... It's dreadful." He replied, his body trembling unconsciously.

"Oh, really?" You said. "I thought you’d be used to that. I mean… You were a criminal defense lawyer."

He sighed. "Yes. But then I wasn't. It's a matter of will, you see, fighting a broken system from within." He put his gavel away, deducing you both wouldn't be facing any harm anytime soon. "There is no way to win a game when you're bound by the constraints of the game's unfair rules."

"Was breaking free worth it?" You asked.

***

When you were assigned Higuruma's case, to hunt him down, you were briefed on his situation. A curse user that was a lawyer and had awoken his abilities right after a trial, killing the prosecutor and the judge in the process. After that, he basically remained hidden for a few weeks before Jujutsu High located him. He expanded his domain on you and confiscated your cursed technique, but as you both started brawling, a curse attacked, lured in by the cursed energy you were both emanating. In a split second, you told Higuruma to run, and that you would face the grade 1 curse alone. You just felt, right then, that this man wasn't deserving of death. He had killed two people, of course, but nobody actually knew why that happened or even bothered to investigate it adequately. You wanted to hear what he had to say about it.

"You have no cursed technique anymore!" Higuruma shouted.

"Just fucking go! Run! I'll handle this!" You answered, charging to punch the curse with cursed energy. It had multiple arms, like a spider, and it took only one swing to send you all the way across the place, having you hit concrete and spit blood.

Shit. Higuruma felt it would be unfair to let you tackle this by yourself, with no cursed technique, after he was the one who removed it from you. He'd be indirectly responsible for your death, and this was completely different from fighting you and defeating you himself. This miniscule spark of morals coming back to him felt... Strange.

He took his gavel and proceeded to exorcize the curse as you watched mesmerized at how well this guy could fight in a such short amount of time. You texted Gojo asking for help without Higuruma noticing, because in that state, you wouldn't be much use defeating this man. After Higuruma was done, before he could leave, Gojo appeared, and you shouted for him not to kill the guy. Gojo knocked him out rather quickly, and you proceeded to explain everything that had happened, while also requesting his assistance to suspend Higuruma's sentence.

"He's strong. He exorcized this grade 1 curse without my help, and he awakened his abilities a week ago or so." You said. "I think this guy has potential. I talked to him, and he seems... misguided."

Gojo pondered for a moment with Higuruma over his shoulder. "Are you sure? I mean, he's the one that put you in this situation in the first place."

"I'm sure." You said. "Gojo, you saved me from the claws of the higher ups. They're arbitrary bigots, you know that. Please, trust me. Take this as a request from a friend." You felt indebted for that man, guilty or not, had just saved your life.

Gojo sighed and smiled at you, giving you a thumbs up. "I'll do my best. But you'll owe me another bag of kikufuku."

You smiled back at him. "Of course."

***

"I don't know." He answered earnestly, looking at you. "I'm still deciding while I atone for my crimes. After all, I left one broken system and ended up entangled in another. People seem to be terrible wherever I go."

You laughed. "Well, that's for sure."

"Aren't you going to try to dissuade me from that stance?" Higuruma asked. "That people are terrible?"

You scoffed. "Me? Hell no. We're a duo of cynical people. Can't promise to give you back any sense of ideal or anything of the sort. You'll have to find it for yourself."

He smiled at you. "You think of yourself in a curious way. I wouldn't say you're cynical." He replied.

"Oh, really? What am I, then?" You retorted.

At that moment, you heard two voices in the street around the corner. They were indistinguishable, but sounded female. You both approached quietly, and saw a woman in her late fifties, wearing a velvety crimson robe, guiding a lady — who must've been no more than over twenty-years-old — inside the building through a back door.

"Well, that was suspicious. That woman looked like a pimp" you said.

"You're someone that sees things for what they are" he concluded.

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sisterdivinium · 1 year

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(One thing I find peculiar and unfortunate in current fandom business is the seeming lack of pointed discussion, so here is a humble attempt to spark a conversation and I more than welcome commentary.)

I came across someone in the notes to a post somewhere talking of how Jillian had been better styled in season two than in season one and I agreed, already seeking the justification for it in my mind. My observations are as follows:

S1 Jillian is Arq-Tech's mastermind and public face. Even though we first meet her in Morocco, in her explorer, Indiana Jones-like garb, it's the image of her running her company that sticks with us, her statements to the press, her corporate persona opening metaphorical fire upon the Church. A "powerful woman" as mainstream media constructs for us everyday, in subtle but visible makeup so as to diminish the effects of age on her face, in heels so as to peek at the rest of humanity from above, with controlled gestures meant for the inherent theatricality that comes with introducing life-changing technology to society. It is a role she plays—well, but a role nonetheless.

The scene she shares with father Vincent is worthy of mention, for while he sits without taking up much space, his body restrained to the side of a couch, his legs crossed in what is deemed a more "feminine" posture, Jillian takes up the traditional "masculine" attitude: she commands the room, her body expanding upon her seat, in the broad pose where an ankle rests upon a knee, complete with a generous glass of alcohol in hand and talon on foot. Yet this is also for show—it's a little too calculated, a dance that was so perfected in exhaustive practice that it lost its dynamic.

Our glimpses into the more authentic Jillian come in the scenes with Michael—not only because (coded in white and blue as the Virgin Mary of immaculate conception) she plays the part of mother, but because, in her intimacy, far from journalists and employees and the public's prying eyes, she can be more herself within the areas where she conducts her studies. Starting from when Ava asks Jillian to "science her", we never see the doctor in uncomfortable shoes again, as she retreats from entrepreneurial life and into the lab.

This is clearer in season two, for, as Kristian says, she is on sabbatical, thus isolated from general view; S2 Jillian has nobody around her, nobody to impress. Locked away in her Spanish villa, consumed by her son's disappearance, she need not wear a mask. There are no more tellingly feminine accessories, no staged stunts; her clothes and footwear are even more practical, her movements less grand but more human, more expressive (here, of course, we owe it to Thekla Reuten's underrated range). Even as the OCS invites itself into her house, making it a makeshift HQ, she doesn't fall back on the act we saw in the first season.

Jillian's stepping back from the head of her company is not just in name and contract, but in body, too; she leaves the CEO role in her office and comes home to her science and her cause, to her limited inner circle of which only Michael was privy to and into which the OCS nuns end up finding their way.

Colours also indicate a shift—we begin the series seeing her associated with light hues such as white, beige and baby blues, but when season two comes in, Jillian's striking all-white attire is nowhere to be found. The Holy Mother parallel is in shambles after Michael has gone through the ark's portal, the intangibility of this "saintly", aseptic rich genius broken down, her person brought back to Earth after flights of fancy trying to open a gate to Heaven.

We see her in a darker palette, in greys with dashes of white, yes, but never again in full white. It is not just the authorisation to be herself rather than her company's face while in her private world, but also the reflection of her inner darkness and her loss upon her very appearance.

What a more definite loss could mean, now that her son is gone for good, remains a mystery.

For instance, unlike the nun who served as her superior, our Suzanne rejects the characteristic blues of the Order of the Cruciform Sword to don a heavy all-black outfit, more reminiscent of Orthodox priests than it is Roman Catholic nuns; her resurrection through Ava does not lighten her habit, if it does lighten her burden, so we can only assume, going forward, should there be any relation between how each character expresses their inner workings through clothing, that Jillian Salvius would keep the mixture of white and grey that season two brought along... Or go darker still.

#jillian salvius #warrior nun #i had already talked about this with a friend but i thought i'd better organise and illustrate my thoughts #i did have to go through both seasons in a single afternoon hunting all of jillian's scenes so i was tired by the time photoshop was opened #sorry for the terrible collage is what i mean to say #i do want to investigate the mother superion angle a little more sometime but i'm still unsure #anyway. i said it before and i'll say it again that i find film analysis difficult #it has its own grammar and i'm used to actual language written down in books but i try #hope this is fun to you as it was for me #and NO i couldn't help myself so i had to include the whole screencap when suzanne was in it lol #i love them and there is nothing you can do about it. they stand near one another and i cry. that is it.#analysis and similar #exercises in observation

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snowyknight-17 · 3 months

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Some facts about my new FO4 OC Annie🖤

Go to drink order.

Annie doesn’t drink. Never liked the taste of alcohol even before the bombs, but now it all tasted sour. Even ‘bucket brew’ as the wastelanders called it, turned her stomach. Nukas are fine to stay up when on the road, coffee is her preferred caffeine route when home. Give her purified water anytime

Grooming

She likes to stay as clean as she can. Showers regularly, does laundry, shaves when she can. Her time with the BOS was enlightening on wasteland cleanliness. Brushes her hair and likes it up or tied back. Keeps her gear in tip top shape. I really like to role play that she is a traveling medic, since I work in healthcare irl.

Most expensive purchase

Getting HQ up and running was no easy, cheap task. Annie put up a lot of funding to get the departments up and running. Not to mention settlements. Making sure meds, chems, food is in good supply. Basically her caps go towards the greater good. She turned Starlight theater into a large “Family Center”. Arcade games, Nuka World carnival style games, rides for little kids, cotton candy machines and a weekly movie night. This fricken settlement took me so much time to build, but I think Annie found it therapeutic even though it was expensive to build.

Any tattoos or scars?

She has a cat tattoo on her right hand. It’s just a black line tattoo that she got when she was younger. As far s as scars go, no. A couple scrapes from commonwealth life, but nothing note worthy. I’am planning on her having burns at some point after her fight with the Forged.

Factions.

Annie is my FO4, Sim settlements 2 character. If you have not played this mod, consider it. Game changing. Annie starts off MM and stays with them for the most part. Gets the good, 3 faction ending. Spends a lot of time with the CPD, Commonwealth Police Department, along side Nick; solving crimes and going after Good Neighbor goons and Merowski dealers.

Annie loves the Nightingales. Helps them whenever she can. And it has nothing to do with Raphael… no matter what Jake thinks 😉

RR will always be special. Danse, Curie, little Shaun, Nick…synths are love 🫶🏻. Also Deacon is her boi.

Going back to the CPD, did I mention she got Gage to be a good boy…after the events of Nuka World, she spares the Pack and Operators and Gage; and as long as they don’t have to work with the MM, they’re fine working with Annie. Gage ends up working for the CPD and he ends up looking something like this 🫠

So yeah…he’s distracting

Romance 💘

She is Mrs. Jake Evans. But it wasn’t like that in the beginning. Jake was friendly but distant, he had his own troubles he was going through. So while Annie was crazy for him, it took a while for Jake to reciprocate those feelings. But everyone knows the quick fix for the lonely blues can be found in Good Neighbor. Hancock and Annie had a few boozy nights together, but John is no dummy. He sees her broken heart and knows it longs for someone else and encourages her to go to Jake in her own time.

#fo4 #fo4 oc #sim settlements 2 #jake evans #porter gage #fo4 companions #my screenshots

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maccreadysbaby · 2 years

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Introducing my Fo4 OC…

THALIA, aka “TOMMY”

this is set up sorta like the permanent companions pages on the fandom wiki. tommy has all the same information, such as a companion quest, likes and dislikes, etc. This is written as if she’s in YOUR game.

~~~~~~ Her Status:

Tommy is a NON-SOLE SURVIVOR oc I created as a companion to Nate/Nora. She is essential and can not be killed.

Race:

Human (formerly, 0-10yrs)

Prototype Cyborg Synth (10+ yrs)

Gender:

Straight Female

Affiliation:

Kingston Caravan (formerly)

The Institute (formerly)

The Railroad

Role:

Railroad Heavy

Permanent Companion

Locations:

Tommy can be found in the Railroad HQ, Ticonderoga Safehouse, or the Atom Cats Garage. Most commonly found at the Railroad HQ.

Family:

Blaine Kingston (uncle, alive)

Milo Kingston (father, alive)

Rachel Kingston (mother, alive)

Laura Kingston (aunt, deceased)

Alyssa Kingston (cousin, deceased)

Zeke (guardian, alive)

Her Backstory:

Thalia was born to Milo and Rachel Kingston into the Kingston Caravan, a fairly successful group of traveling traders made up of a single family: the Kingston family. There were only six members at the time. Milo, Rachel, and their newborn Thalia, as well as Milo’s brother and his family. Blaine, Laura, and Alyssa. They traveled back and forth between the Commonwealth and Capital Wasteland almost weekly to do business in both Diamond City and Rivet City.

It was shortly after Thalia was born that the Caravan got assaulted by a group of Raiders on their way to Diamond City. This left Thalia, a newborn, alone in a wagon on the streets of Quincy.

That is, until she was picked up by a Brotherhood Initiate and their squadron and taken to Diamond City. An old lady named Miss Holl took her in and raised her.

Of course, no one in Diamond City knew this poor child’s name, so she grew up nameless. The kids in town called her the Little Toy Maker because she always seemed to be finding things to make toys out of. But not to play with — to sell in return for enough money for noodles and firearm lessons from Aurturo. Her best business was the Brotherhood Of Steel kids that would come in town to stay while their parents were on missions.

She stayed with Miss Holl until the elderly woman died in 2279, when she was eleven. After that the little nameless girl sat at the gate of Diamond City, begging people to take her with them as they left.

Most everybody ignored her or declined until one special teenager found her. His name was Zeke, and he was leaving Diamond City out of dissatisfaction as well. He was nineteen at the time, and lonely, so he agreed to take her with him on his travels. The only belongings she had were a few caps and a Hot Rodder magazine. During their travels down south, she never stopped talking about the car stories in the magazine, about a man named Thomas Fletcher who painted his car pink. And that’s where the name Tommy came from.

And Tommy moved into an old Red Rocket with Zeke, and together, they formed the Atom Cats.

Inventory:

Tommy Carries two legendary weapons, a shotgun called Amelia and a Sniper Rifle called Jackson. She always wears her Atom Cats Jacket and Jeans, as well.

Companion Swap Dialogue:

Ada: (kindly) “take good care of them, oh, and bring me back some nice scrap, will ya?”

Cait: (judgmentally) “try not to get them in too much trouble, yeah?”

Curie: (sincerely) “good luck on your research!”

Codsworth: (playfully) “keep them out of trouble, eh, codsworth?”

Danse (post-BB): (warmly) “they’re all yours, danse. i know they’re safe with you,”

Deacon: (seriously) “i’m telling desdemona I wasn’t invited to the party,”

Dogmeat: (kindly) “take good care of them, boy!”

Gage: (nervously) “maybe keep the raiding down to a minimum, yeah? …no?”

Hancock: (judgementally) “maybe try not to get them as high as the prydwen this time,”

MacCready: (kindly, seriously) “please come back in one piece. both of you,”

Nick: (kindly) “this pre-war relic is all yours, valentine,”

Preston: (confusedly) “you know you can have a little fun when you’re traveling, right?”

Piper: (kindly) “how’s the paper going?”

Strong: (nervously) “ha..have fun? I think?”

X6-88: (nervously) “take care of them… sir…”

Dismissal Dialogue:

“Alright. I see how it is,”

“I’ll be right here when you get back,”

“Don’t party too hard if I’m not invited,”

Loves:

Saving Paladin Danse, joining the railroad, joining the Atom Cats, getting Billy home in Kid in a Fridge.

Likes:

Modding weapons and power armor, helping settlements with the minutemen, completing railroad quests.

Dislikes:

Using drugs or alcohol, refusing to help people, asking for more money, pickpocketing, stealing.

Hates:

Joining the Brotherhood of Steel, killing innocents, letting Paladin Danse die.

Other Companions:

Tommy likes Deacon, MacCready, Gage, Danse, and Nick. She is neutral toward Dogmeat, Preston, Piper, Curie, Codsworth, Ada, and Longfellow, and dislikes Hancock, Cait, X6-88, and Strong.

Companion Perk:

Her perk is called Coolest Cat in the Commonwealth. It adds more sniper rifle and shotgun mods to the player’s weapons workbench and a few more power armor mods, in addition to giving the player a discount at the Atom Cats Garage, Railroad HQ, and Diamond City.

Companion Quest:

Tommy, much like Nick, has multiple companion quests.

The first is called Taken and it begins when the Sole Survivor returns from the Institute with the holotape. On that holotape is some very sensitive information — that Tommy was kidnapped from Diamond City when she was 10 (by McDonough) and taken to the Institute, where they made her their first organic prototype cyborg. She has implants in her brain that don’t allow her to injure other Institute employees, as well as many other advanced parts that have contributed to keeping her alive in many deadly circumstances.

The Sole survivor also learns that the prototype failed, and Tommy’s human nature took over: allowing her to kill Institute employees again. The failure of her systems made it impossible for the Institute to contact the chips in her head, which meant they couldn’t transplant thoughts or retrieve them from her anymore. This meant, while the Institute had no power over her, she still possessed the biological systems that kept her body alive, and all of the technological expertise that comes with being part robot. That’s why she knows so much about technology, and has survived so many close calls.

After the Sole Survivor learns this, they must track Tommy down to the roof of the old north church, where she’s sitting, drinking a beer.

They must pass two easy speech checks and one hard one to convince Tommy that she really is herself and not an institute spy. If the Sole survivor doesn’t have the appropriate charisma, they can substitute Deacon in their place, who will have a similar but slightly different talk with her.

Once the talk is over, it will initiate Tommy’s next companion dialogue. If they player has the appropriate affinity with her, it will also allow them to romance her. She gives them her shotgun, Amelia, with or without romancing her.

The second companion quest of hers is called The Fall of Kingston Caravan, where you go on an adventure to find her parents. It starts at the Cambridge Police station and takes you to Oberland Station, Augusta Safehouse, Nuka World, then finally the Libertalia, where her parents are leading the huge gang of Raiders.

Tommy gets mad and yells at them, then leaves with you. Completing this quest will prompt a conversation about it and then her next companion dialogue.

Hostility

Tommy turns hostile when you attack the Railroad, Atom Cats, or her parents.

thanks for reading! I hope you like it!!!

#fallout 4 #fallout four #fallout #fo4 #the railroad #railroad #fo4 companions #fallout 4 companions #the brotherhood of steel #the minutemen #the institute #diamond city radio #diamond city #oc stuff #fo4 oc #fallout oc #fallout four oc #oc; tommy

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hoozukis · 2 years

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hello, everyone! 👋 i have an open collaboration invite for anyone interested in seeing/collaborating on a small, casual, light-hearted, just-for-fun project about haikyuu characters put in the naruto world. (ie. fandom: haikyuu. additional tags: alternate universe - naruto fusion.)

below is an example of what is contained within. these 2 screenshots are from my instagram story promoting a few days ago.

still very much a work in progress, as you can see! feel free to dm me for a commenter’s link to the gdoc, or just send me asks about any headcanons, ideas, and suggestions you may have for the story or any of the characters! if any artist or writer would like to collaborate or brainstorm together, i’m totally down for it! just send me a dm. fair warning: i’m not a plotter at all 😅 i’m really only good at supplementary roles, like editing, sensitivity reading, revisions, fact/background checks, providing ideas, onomastics, character-developing, genealogy-making, pinterest boards, and such.

but hey, let’s see where this takes us!!

other things to note:

NO BORUTO. don’t talk boruto to me.

this doc is written in japanglish. (but the story, if there will ever be one, is fully in english.) if you have difficulty understanding anything, feel free to spam-comment questions as much as you’d like. i won’t mind. this gdoc is meant to be filled. leave your comments anywhere, and i’ll reply.

i need you to be able to separate reality from fiction, and leave your morals at home while in their universe. this au will contain many immoral and unethical and questionable stuff, and our morals and ethics in this world don’t apply in their world, and there will be no addressing these moral issues in-universe. this is not a story about morals and justice and bettering the world. this is a chaotic, aimless, plotless, completely character-driven wasteland full of bloodshed and epic battles and epic fucking and clan politics and fantasy ninjas doing weird shit, and just about the only coherent moral you can take from the story is a solemn “don’t do lava release indoors, kids.” while someone in the background yells “do it! do it! do it right here!”

the hq characters will not be directly integrated into canon naruto clans, but may have relations with them one way or another. hq peeps will retain their original canon family names as their respective clans in this au.

oc’s are allowed, but within reason. i have my oc’s inserted here mainly to fill out the “relatives” section.

if it seems like i pay way more attention to the side & minor characters than to the main characters, yes i do. but you do you. let’s see that creativity in action! 💥

i’ve forgotten most of canon naruto’s plot. i don’t remember anything about the 4(?) shinobi wars. i don’t remember what all the arcs were and how they fall in chronological order. i’ve also forgotten what exactly madara was trying to do, and if he could logically still be implemented into this au or not. although this retelling au will obviously be very different from canon naruto, the timeline will still have the same warring themes and the same hidden villages, so i’ll need someone who does remember about this shit to help me out.

the hidden leaf village is not the center of the world, and also not much in the spotlight in this au. there are also many other human and ninja settlements besides the 5 major villages in canon.

whirlpool country is now part of the 7 major countries of the world, and will not be as totalled as we were told they were in canon. honestly, canon is so ambiguous...

many ships will be sailing (and sinking). but fair warning #2: i hate childhood friends to lovers. feel free to write/art about them in your own spin-offs, but don’t tack them onto the main universe.

none of the canon hq characters will be the villain. they’re all playing for their own sides. i’m still debating on whether or not to keep the original canon villains (akatsuki, paths of pain, 7 swordsmen, sound 4, gold-silver brothers, kaguya, danzou and root, etc.) intact as they were. political conflicts definitely still exist though.

i don’t know what to do with the tailed beasts. what do you think? keep ‘em or scrap ‘em? if keep, give them to hq peeps or they stay with their original canon hosts? what about the kage leaders? i don’t want this to stray too far into crossover territory. this is not a crossover.

i’m not sure whether to set this story right at the vague point in time where naruto’s generation happened, or a decade after, or even a century after?

if you take inspiration from a published artwork/fanfic/any other fanwork, please send the link to it so it can be linked in the gdoc as refs.

there will be further notes and guides at the end of the gdoc for general info, locations, nature styles, statistics summary, and ships/pairings. you can request anything more you want to see.

i’m a lenient person, but i get the final say in everything. don’t get offended.

alright, have fun now!!! 💜💜

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sarahjkl82-blog · 3 years

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Artistic Instinct- Chapter 4

Header thanks to the lovely @yespolkadotkitty

Summary: Marcus Pike and OC Anushka Pierce have been selected to work on a 5 eyes (Australia, Canada, NZ, the UK and US) intelligence team to track down art forgeries as a part of taking down an international white terrorism cell. Marcus is trying to escape his broken heart, Anushka is just trying to escape what the world expects of her.

Word count: 3,200

Warnings: Language.

Pairing: Marcus Pike x reader (OC)

This comes with a MASSIVE THANK YOU to the lovely @yespolkadotkitty , who read, re-read, pointed out the constant flipping between tenses and gave me the confidence to try to write something!This is the first thing I have written since angsty poetry as a teenager. Apologies if it is shit!

In art, there is neither past nor future. The art that is not in the present will never be.

Pablo Picasso

Chapter 4

What the fuck do people do when they wake up this early?

You have been ready for hours. Being in a hotel room is seriously cramping your options for what you could possibly manage to do without irritating other people in the rooms surrounding yours- with the obvious options of singing at the top of your lungs or dancing like a fool not available, you settle on messing around with your hair.

Now on your third hairstyle of the morning, having even taken the time to dry your hair from your shower (which in itself takes ages as you have roughly triple the thickness of a normal person’s hair), you attempt to plait your hair in a crown around your head. Whilst desperately trying to squeeze your eyes tight, trying to rid them of the sleep that had evaded you the previous night, you wonder how achy Marcus will be waking up this morning on the sofa and hope that he managed a more restful sleep than you, snug under the quilt. A small knock at the door comes and interrupts your daydream about that new boss of yours with the ridiculously soft brown eyes.

You arise from the bed, smoothing your shirt dress down over the generous curve of your hips. Giving your reflection a quick once over- no toothpaste, no major spots, no flappy bogies- you head towards the door. Opening it, there’s a sight for sore eyes- one besuited Marcus Pike bearing coffee-to-go cups and pastries from a boulangerie,a warm smile creasing his handsome features.

“Oh, I could get used to this! You realise that you’ve set a precedent now, and I shall expect it every morning at work?” The genuine delight in your exclamation, as you swing the hotel door wide open, earns a chuckle and an even wider grin from Marcus. “Want to come in?”

“Oh, I don’t wanna intrude. Enjoy your breakfast and I’ll see you in the lobby in half an hour?”

“I have a balcony that overlooks the square,” you gesture with a nod behind you. “Are you sure you don’t want to watch people go by?”

“Are you kidding me?! I was just making a mental note to ask Andy why he’d booked me a bigger bedroom but forget itt!” Marcus strides straight past you to the open French doors, letting out an impressed slow whistle as he takes in the view, “Wow!”

“How’s your neck?” You query with a raised eyebrow and a cheeky smirk as you blow the top of your coffee.

Marcus grins sheepishly at you, rubbing the moustache that graces his upper lip, “Sorry about last night. I think the jet lag is kicking my ass. Thank you for putting the comforter on me- that was a kind gesture. I appreciate it.”

“I might be socially awkward and clumsy as fuck,” you flash the rapidly disappearing burn mark on the back of your hand with a roll of your eyes, “but I am human, Marcus.”

Is it your imagination, or does his gaze linger on you as he replies, “That you most certainly are.”

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Despite Marcus wanting to get a cab to Interpol HQ, you convince him to take the twenty minute walk along the river. Lyon has the typical bustle of a city in the centre but along the river, a peace descends beside the tree-lined water’s edge. Your eyes follow the water flowing in the Rhône- swollen and swirling in swift torrents after recent heavy rain. As you and Marcus fall in an easy step with each other, you try to ignore the somersaults your tummy is doing and spot that something seems to be bothering him, playing on his mind.

You notice how he doesn’t quite know what to do with his hands- swapping between rubbing the skin of his left hand between his thumb and index finger, and shoving his hands in his trouser pockets. His brow keeps furrowing, not really noticing the archetypically French buildings or beautiful ironwork bridges surrounding him. What could he be nervous about?

“Do you want to go over the agenda for this morning?” you gently inquire, wondering if it was the meeting that was bothering him. Feeling slightly bemused that a short catch up between bureaus should really put any fear into a former FBI agent.

“Also, I have another question- why did you bring me?” you add after Marcus fails to answer instantly, “Everything is translated four ways at Interpol, so you didn’t really need me for the language side of things.”

“They asked for you,” Marcus shifts his focus from his hands to your face. With a soft breathy laugh and a tender smile, he adds, “You obviously made an impression when you were here before. I can see how you would.”

“Pah!” You snort, spraying coffee everywhere as Marcus jumps to try to avoid the droplets hitting his white shirt, “That doesn’t necessarily mean it’s a good one! Shit, I’m sorry- did I hit you?” You spin towards him to check his suit and shirt.

“No, you’re good,” Marcus mutters softly as he blinks hard trying to ignore his enjoyment of your fingertips gently touching his tummy, being reminded of that small kiss on his forehead the night before, “Obviously you’re just giving my reflexes a workout this morning. I’m starting to wonder if you should be trusted with coffee,” he teases.

“I question how anyone deems me enough of an adult to trust me with anything on a daily basis,” you respond drily. “By the way, what’s been bugging you this morning? You’ve been fidgeting with your hands since we started walking.”

You hear Marcus inhale deeply and turn to see him furrowing his brow, pausing as if he was questioning whether to say it or not. “Why didn’t you go for my role in our 5 Eyes team, Anushka? You’re a highly qualified, intelligent and perceptive woman, who has so many years of experience and yet, you joined our team as an operative.”

Shrugging your shoulders and pouting your lips as you try to focus on the tumultuous water, you offer, “Maybe it’s at the risk of me staining or burning my team with coffee?” you say, lifting your eyes to his face with a sly, crooked smile. “It might be counted as abuse and apparently, it’s not acceptable as a managerial technique to torture your staff?”

“Yeah,” Marcus rubs his nose as he smiles, “I see that we’re gonna have to run a health and safety audit around you and caffeine when we get back to London- it’s two for two now.”

“Not true! I managed the one you brought to my room this morning!” You widen your eyes in mock hurt, waggling your index finger at your accuser.

“Ah, so you need something to eat at the same time,” Marcus deduces teasingly. “Balance the hands out?”

“Yup - food is definitely the way to my heart - and perhaps saving your suits too.”

Even though the fear of going back to your old workplace was sitting in your stomach like week-old petrol station sushi, being around Marcus permits you to settle into a strange type of comfort. His kind, non-judgemental and easy nature allows you to feel the easiest and calmest you’ve felt in forever- making you feel both confident and slightly unsettled by his loveliness at the same time.

“I’ve been out of the field for a while.” The anxiety starts to rise in your chest as you try to make it sound like it’s nothing, swallowing those vicious emotions. “I have been teaching rookies for the past year and before that, I was put on administrative leave for eight months. Last…” you try to clear the lump forming in your throat, “Last Friday was in fact my last lecture so... It has been almost two years since I was properly in the loop.”

“I hope at some point, you feel that you can…” Marcus suddenly notices how your hands are balled into tight fists and your chest is taking shallower and shallower breaths. “Hey! Whoa, whoa,” He initially takes both of your hands in his but then folds your trembling, sobbing form into his chest, wrapping his arms around you.

“Put your hands on my chest and feel how it’s rising and falling. You are safe. This won’t last long,” he guides you through the fear and panic, “I won’t leave you. You are safe.”

You pull away from him suddenly, a desperate look emanating from your eyes as you gasp through the tears, “You really should. I don’t deserve your kindness.”

Marcus says nothing as he pulls you back into his solid, broad form, wrapping his comforting arms around you.

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After what felt like an hour, but was probably ten minutes, of Marcus talking you through breathing exercises gently and nonjudgmentally, never digging for further information, the rest of your journey towards Tête d’Or passes in relative silence.

Just the incessant hum of traffic, birds singing and the rush of water provide the soundtrack in the air, on which you try to focus your exhausted body and mind after that anxiety attack as you gain on Interpol’s Headquarters. It’s a sight that never ceases to amaze you- the centre that polices the world’s police forces with its monolithic concrete columns and mirrored glass exterior- both impressive and terrifying, with the ability to make any human introspective on being faced with their reflection in the reinforced glass exterior. The ridiculous juxtaposition of pretty flower displays decorating the entrance that would be better placed in the neighbouring park.

With three security checks including all the usual body scanners and metal detectors, you finally reach the other side and start in the direction of the allocated meeting room with Marcus at your heels. As you were heading towards the lifts to reach the correct floor, an unexpected warmth and pressure courses through your left shoulder. Looking towards it, you realise that he has put his hand there. He motions for you to come closer so you tilt your head towards him, allowing him an easy access to your ear. Speaking lowly so others cannot hear, Marcus leans towards you, so close that you can feel his warm breath upon your face, “There’s a bathroom over there. Do you want to go and freshen up before the meeting? We still have a while before go time.”.

Is there no end to his constant thoughtfulness? You nod numbly, still drained from the cortisol hit and head in the direction of the loo. Inside the utilitarian style of the bathroom, you sit down and rest your forehead in your hands- urgh, had they been this clammy when Marcus had held your hands? Feeling quite disgusted with your body’s natural reactions to the day’s anxieties, you get up from the toilet seat and head to the sinks where you flip the tap on full blast and dig in your bag for a tablet.

Your fingers all feel thumbs as they tremble from the adrenaline, looking for the beta blockers that would allow your heart to slow its pace so that you can stop feeling like you need to hide from that sabre-toothed tiger that preys upon your inner weaknesses. Finding one, you push it out of the blister pack and pop it on your tongue, afterwards, using your right hand to scoop a handful of cool water to swallow it with. If only you were here with me.Oh, how I wish you were here, Jas.

You enjoy the coolness on your face and take several deep breaths before deciding to rejoin the living. Walking out of the bathroom, Marcus spots you re-emerging and starts to cross the hallway to meet you halfway, extending a bottle of water out to you.

“Protecting your shirt?” You smile weakly, not quite catching his eye.

“Thought it would be safer all round,” Marcus generously articulates, and you chuckle at his thinly veiled, but amusing hint at your clumsiness.

You walk alongside Marcus as you head off in the direction of where you’ll be having the meeting through rabbit warren of corridors and floors. Every now and then, you feel a small sideways glance from him. It feels odd to have someone checking in on you with no ulterior motive. It almost feels quite nice.

“I know you won’t take me up on this, but, if you need an out, I can make up an excuse to cover for you,” he offers just as you reach the floor of the meeting.

“I won’t take you up on it but thank you, Marcus. Thank you for everything this morning,” you touch his arm by way of thanks, noticing the tint of rosiness being brought to his cheeks, “You’ve made what could’ve been an impossible morning much easier, thank you.”

« Nush! Ça va chérie? Il y a si longtemps que je n’ai pas vu ton beau visage. » Nush! How are you darling? It has been so long since I last saw your beautiful face!

A melodious voice rattles off as a rush of expensive perfume and a perfectly coiffed head suddenly wraps you in an embrace to “faire la bise”.

« Coucou Nush! » a deeper voice adds, «On a entendu que t’as presque quitté la force mais quand on a vu ton nom dans cette nouvelle équipe, je pense qu'on a tous crié de joie. » Hey Nush, we heard you almost left the force but when we saw your name in this new team, I think we all screamed with joy.

Pulling yourself back from the flurry of kisses, you look into the faces of Élodie and Jacques. It is as if no time has passed at all but there is very much a notable absence looming in the room.

« T’as crié de joie, j'ai organisé cette rencontre! » Élodie rolls her eyes, « On était tristes que tu ne puisses pas venir à notre journée de mariage mais on comprend complètement. » She uses the soft pads of her thumbs to wipe the hot tears that are falling silently down your face. « Est-ce que ce sont des larmes de joie ou de tristesse, ma petite? » You shouted with joy, I organised this meeting. We were sad that you couldn’t come to our wedding day but we completely understand. Are those tears of joy or sadness, my small.

« Tous les deux, » Both you sniffle, embarrassed at your emotions making such a clear display on your face again. What is he going to think of me?

“Sorry, excuse our rudeness, we should be speaking in English.” Jacques offers in Marcus’ direction.

Reaching blindly behind yourself, you go to pull Marcus’ arm forwards. In a clumsy twist of fate, your (now thankfully less clammy) left hand instead finds his. You notice that Marcus’ cheeks are as flushed as yours at the contact but neither of you remove your hands from the other’s. “This is Agent Marcus Pike, Agents Élodie and Jacques Panisse.”

Marcus offers his right hand to the French pair but Élodie brushes it away, instead diving in to kiss his left, then right cheek, “No, no, no! When in France, we kiss - especially an acquaintance or perhaps, friend, of Nush’s!”

“Are you sure it’s not just because he’s so handsome?” Jacques teases his wife.

“Smells as good as he looks, too - I’m impressed. London is hiring well,” she winks at her husband as Marcus squirms a little uncomfortably under Élodie’s brilliant spotlight, releasing a light chuckle, “So even though I can only dream of working on the team, can we try to keep each other in the loop as we keep turning up dead ends in regards to this case too? We may not be deemed as party to 5 Eyes level of information but we can offer our own francophone twist, non?”

“While you are here, do you have time for a short road trip?” Jacques asks you, ignoring his wife’s incessant flirting and trying to sweeten the deal, “Something that might pique your interest turned up in an auction house just outside of Grenoble this morning. A Soutine, possibly one of his series from the Carcass of Beef, arrived yesterday afternoon. They rang and asked if we could take a sneak peek to check that it is not a forgery.”

You tilt your head to catch Marcus’ eyes, “What do you think, boss? Flight isn’t until tomorrow morning and it’s only an hour and a half there.”

“No harm in having a look,” Marcus agrees, “But we haven’t organised any car rentals.”

“Ah Marcus, we have had a people carrier since a little one joined us just over a year ago. Go back to your hotel after the meeting and get changed into something that you don’t mind getting sticky or muddy from the backseat, and you and Nush can jump in with us.” Élodie runs a finger over the lapel of Marcus’ suit jacket as she speaks.

« Laisse t’il tranquille, hein? T’as les mains baladeuses! » Leave him alone, eh? You have wandering hands! Jacques rolls his eyes as he removes her from reaching distance of poor Marcus as you try uselessly to smother a giggle, “Marcus, I apologise for my wife and her inappropriacy around attractive men. Shall we pick you both up from your hotel around noon? Gives you time to change into something more comfortable and we can gather some materials to check the piece?”

“Great! We’ll see you then.” Marcus straightens up, grinning as he responds to Jacques.

As Élodie and Jacques seat themselves at the conference table, chattering between themselves in swift, teasing French, you gaze towards their shared tenderness. Marcus turns in your direction and tentatively reaches out for your arm, “How are you doing? You’re still a little grey- are you sure you don’t want to go back and just rest?”

“No,” you shake your head gently with a small smile gracing your lips, “Just a visit from a ghost of what might have been.”

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The conference room quickly fills with a mixture of faces- some well known, others new. Flurries of kisses, squeezes on your shoulder and small rubs on your back from the old colleagues, whilst the newer people stood back to read the situation. When you notice Marcus slipping back with the unknowns, you pull him back towards you- highly unsure whether you were doing it to show that he was, in fact, your superior or if it was just a case of needing the safety and comfort he offers you by standing in close proximity.

An older gentleman with a lifetime of experience etched into the lines on his face, wearing a plaid jacket with leather patches sewn into the elbows and a silk cravat tucked into his shirt, walks silently into the room allowing those present to part like the Red Sea. He walks directly to you, kissing you on your forehead.

«Ma fille. Tu nous as manqué,» My girl. We missed you. he lowly rumbled as he placed both hands on your cheeks, tilting your chin up towards him, «Ne t'inquiète pas, je ne le mentionnerai pas.» Don’t worry, I won’t mention him.

“Let us get started everyone,” he begins, switching into English as he commands everyone’s attention and gesturing towards the table, Pierre St-Vincent introduces himself and takes the head of the table. “Today, we will be looking at several recent world-wide cases of fraudulent art pieces and the links that they have to organised crime syndicates across the world.”

“When you report your findings, please introduce which agency you are representing.”

Marcus is the first to speak in his gloriously treacly baritone, sitting back in his chair causing it to creak slightly, “Good morning all - Agent Marcus Pike, formerly of the FBI art fraud department, now heading up a 5 Eyes working party, investigating forgeries and the links we have found to exist with white terrorism.”

You notice his eyes shift in your direction and a slight curling up of the corner of his lips, “Judging by the greetings you gave her, I think the majority of you know Agent Pierce, who is seated to my right, and you will understand the reason I will get her to fill you all in on our findings so far.”

A small, kind chuckle fills the air. “Entirely understood, Agent Pike,” Pierre has a gentle half-smile on his face, “Agent Pierce, on behalf of everyone in this room, it is a pleasure to welcome you back. You have been missed in these corridors.”

“Thank you, Sir,” inhaling deeply, you look down the table. So many pairs of eyes are upon you, awaiting your next comment.

Clearing your throat slightly, your mouth turns up in a slight smile as your eyebrow arches and your back straightens,

“If you could all turn your attention to the statistics in front of you…”

As you continue to speak eloquently, entrancing and captivating the room, you don’t notice the mixture of pride and adoration on Marcus’s face and how Pierre catches him with a slight nod of the head and a smile - the two gentlemen in total agreement.

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bots-basket · 3 years

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1, 2 and 5?

1: Why did you start role playing?

{ I Started Roleplaying A While Back When Animal Jam had just became really popular and club penguin still existed. I was always someone who enjoyed Pretending to be Something/someone else for fun and make up little stories. It was around the time I was lonely a lot because my siblings didn’t want anything to do with me (It happens).

So when I found out that there were people who liked to pretend too and come up with stories, I was Super excited to get started. I Observed How they did it so I wouldn’t scare them away (Warrior cats fans took over that platform and since I couldn’t read the books I was like mmmm yess here in the outback we have wild roleplayers in their natural habitat... letttuce observe O^O )

Amazingly enough I passed off as a professional and then I even joined a few clans n junk. That was the start of it all-! haha.. even in my beginning rp days I was a bit of an oddball ( Young me: forget being a normal cat, IMMMA BE AN ESCAPES BLACK PANTHER CUB AND BECOME RIDICULOUSLY MASSIVE >:D / My Clan Mates: Aight seems legit. ) }

2: What made you choose your muse?

{ *Glances at my 75% Oc Blog*

SO IGNORING EVERYONE ELSE AND FOCUSING ON THE CANNON MUSES I PLAY-

I Tend to find myself drawn to a mixture of characters who are;

A. From a completely obscure show/Game/Fandom. I know you have no clue who half of these Guys are.

B. Hardly had ANY screen time and/or deserved more and I feel like they were Robbed of it. So yeah- Pure unadulterated SPITE.

C. I Can actually WRITE them. There are plenty of characters that I want to write but physically cannot. *Longingly looks at Optimus prime*

Anddd that’s my cannon character picking process. }

5: What has been your favourite thread?

As far as THIS blog goes, I’d Have to say the “Braves Showdown” thread I did with @braveggg-hq was like my PEAK Performance.

The stakes were high,

Tobais was at his prime,

The tension,

The interactions and All star cast,

The Emotions,

IT WAS JUST SO 👌🏾

Quality Rp Right there.

#{ pinky screeches; ooc }#{ mysterious guests; anon }#{ statement; answer }#munday

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kurokoros · 2 years

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so the golden house series? :)))

(you don't have to answer! i just love when people gush about their series and fics and ocs<3)

!!!

Okay, so Tales from the Golden House is going to be a collection of hq!! fics set in an AU where most of the characters are yokai/spirits. Originally, it was just going to be a single Iwaizumi/reader fic based on the Ghibli film Spirited Away, but then I ended up liking one of the side ships a lot (Kuroo/OC) and instead of needlessly padding the Iwa fic, I decided to just... expand the universe lmao. The series will be made up of both one-shots and longer format works, and I'm hoping to play around with a lot of characters I haven't before (I'm already thinking of a Kindaichi one-shot!).

The series is going to be centered around a teashop in the entertainment district of a city in the spirit realm, and the Shiratorizawa and Seijoh characters are going to be the ones primarily involved.

Right now, the only OC I have fleshed out significantly is Akane, the (former human) lover of Kuroo who was cursed and spirited away a century before the series begins. She's the head supervisor of the Golden House and is contractually obligated to remain in Washijou's (the cranky Shiratorizawa coach) employment for one thousand years, or until he releases her from said contract.

She plays a large role in the Iwa fic, alongside Oikawa and Ushijima.

I'm very excited to start working on this, which will be soon, hopefully! Life has been kind of chaotic lately, but this AU is very near and dear to my heart. I got my start in fandoms writing fantasy AUs, and I really adore worldbuilding. This AU in particular has been a long time coming. I originally started it was back in the tail end of 2020, got about 6K/15 pages into a draft of the first chapter, and decided to scrap almost all of it. I've tried two or three other rewrites of the first part since then, and I'm hoping the next attempt will be the one that sticks!

I could keep blathering on about this, but I'm still neck-deep in notes for this this series, so there's only so much I can reveal.

#alisha babbles #asks.tftgoldenhouse #wip: golden house

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roguescarlett · 4 years

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Setting: Sets during Chapter 3 epilogue with Arisxara handed the Black Codex to the only one person she trusts. OC: Arisxara Vathraki + Character: Darth Marr || (OC x Darth Marr) Warnings: my writings are just bad I know. small mention of self-harm.

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“Imperial Intelligence will not be rebuilt.”

She had predicted this coming the moment she was recalled back to the HQ in the aftermath of her mission to the unique world of Voss as everyone she knew within the Intelligence transferred to their designated postings. To hear the development made her heart sank.

“And, what’s become of the Minister?” She asked quietly with a desperate hope for closure after enduring the tough trials to cease Star Cabal’s operations.

There was a hesitated pause, save for the comforting silence combined with the roaring wood fire within the office, her focus drifted away from the Black Codex that silently lay on the desk surface as her red-gold eyes descended onto the unmoving armoured Sith next to her. She doesn't mind the silence with Marr being near to her, though she hated to be left in the dark.

"Marr?" Her soft voice reaches out to him.

She heard him heave a heavy sigh--he knew she wasn’t going to let this slide--then turned his attention onto her fully.

“The Minister acted unforgivably without our authorisation, but his fate is the least of your worries.”

Oh, that’s rather vague, she thought. Though, his tone alone insisted to spare her the grisly details planned in store for the Minister. It’s probably for the best. In response silently, she nodded understandably. There’s no point in pressing further for closure, as this was the only confirmation she would get from him. She wasn’t sure why the desperation for updates regarding the Minister’s fate--truthfully, she doesn’t want to let hers and Shara’s hard work and efforts laid in vain.

It’s been long ago in her chaotic line of work that she couldn’t recall whether or not the Minister had apologised for his involvement centered around the brainwash program onto her, but never did she learn to discover Jadus played a major role that forced Minister’s hands to authorise it in his name against her will.

“You weren’t supposed to be on Corellia.”

Aris was taken aback with a baffled expression by this recent discovery. I wasn't?, she ponders confusedly, How am I supposed to know this change of course? No, wait.

The realisation eventually dawns on her.

"Did you requested for my transfer placement personally rather than Lord Razer's unit?"

"Yes."

Oh. That was unexpected.

Admittedly, she couldn't help herself to feel bad about this--he must've anticipated her arrival in the wake of Intelligence's dismantlement, to have that thrill to reunite with each other robbed by Intelligence’s interference that dragged her away from him to operate a mission illegally.

It sets off butterflies within her stomach enamoured with warm sensations that made her feel emotional. He does care for her and her well-being.

Afterall, she was curious whether the Minister sent an agent from her diversion in her stead, or altered the transfer records prior to Corellia events. She couldn't possibly imagine any agent sent in her name would tolerate Marr's strictness for long, or to survive a couple of days in his command to call it quits.

"I'm not angry." He reassures her, "I know you're unwillingly to let unresolved missions aside. You achieved what no one could've accomplished alone."

She came all this way within her career to receive such high praise from a Sith that she never had before. It’s a start, but it meant a lot to her heart's desires knowing that her skills were not wasted, and mouthed her thanks in response.

Their attention shifted to primarily focus onto the Black Codex.

“So.” Aris asks, abrupting the quietness, “What’s going to happen next? What will you do with the Codex?”

“The Dark Council already discussed your place in the new world of Sith Intelligence with the Black Codex and the conspirators' secrets at our disposal.” Marr states, “I’ll oversee the operations temporarily until a new appointment ascends as the Head of Sith Intelligence. However, the decision is yours alone, should you wish to pursue it again.”

He is prioritising her options first to choose her promising paths, but the reality of doubt sunk in as each image of her dangerous encounters--Ardun Kothe, Hunter, Watcher X's voices through hallucinations and Jadus--all flashed before her mind that soured her mood.

Should she return to that life, what if anyone possessed this knowledge of her history to blackmail or control her? This isn't what she wanted.

“Can I be honest with you?”

Marr gave her a nod granting her request to confide her mind. She took in a sharp breath thinking over her words carefully without saying anything wrong.

Here goes nothing.

“As tempting this sounds, I’m not sure I really want to go through it again.”

She looks over to him as she continues on while he listens attentively to her.

“In all of my time for Intelligence… I suffered far worse than the others to endure the pain, manipulations, brainwash programming." She took a brief pause, taking her moment to keep her emotions at bay, "I can’t relive this without being constantly reminded of what Jadus did to me, how he deliberately planned his twisted ways to break me, how far did he go to taint everything the Intelligence stood for.”

Her hand grasps onto her left wrist, gently running her timid fingers upon the thin lines of the scars that reminded her of the dark moments she suffered that pushed her limits to cut harmfully into her own skin.

“I don’t want to be Cipher Nine, or be remembered as her. All I wanted was to be me again.”

And I can’t bear the thought of being apart from you either, she added in her mind with a dread for days to cope with separation anxiety.

"I understand."

Aris stares with a surprised look, unsure whether he read her last thoughts or not. Has she spoken it out without noticing?

"Which is why I opted to discuss terms with Savitri regarding an alternative option." He held a hand up to prevent her asking further, "That is a matter for another time."

Oh, mother. Truthfully, she hasn't seen her in months as their missions set them apart for long, she suspects her mother wanting to see her as soon as possible.

Then, Aris followed Marr's gaze directed at the Black Codex. "Your profile will remain the same in the Empire's database, but with the Black Codex can help purge any records of Cipher Nine's associations. You will be a ghost of your own past, but you'll forge new memories in your own name, and as my wife."

Aris felt her heart skip a beat to hear him refer to her as his wife. Is that endearment she sensed through his voice? The feeling of the Force surrounded her with warmth and closeness that draws her to him--is this normal for her to feel giddy like this?

"Do you want to do the honours, or should I?" He asks her.

Aris shook her head, "No, I'll do it."

This is it, she thought, there is no going back. It had to be done by her action alone. Leaning forward to the terminal that connected with the Codex, her fingers tapping away on the keys with no hesitation to purge her existence from Cipher Nine's identity.

No more blackmail, no more control.

"...Marr?" Her voice trails off, observing the screen slowly erasing the records one by one, "Am I doing the right thing?"

“Given the circumstances and your traumatic experiences--then yes, you’re doing the right thing.”

A terminal beep alerted their attention, as the two glance over the screen with 'Data Purge Completed' flashing in red glowing letters. She was no longer Cipher Nine, but a ghost of her own past.

"How do you feel?"

Aris turns from the screen to the masked face beside her, "Like a whole weight finally lifted off my shoulders."

She said this with a heartfelt smile spread across her lip, feeling overwhelmed with emotions as her eyes waters. She couldn't even begin to describe how relieved she is to be free from the nightmare. Without thinking, she tiptoed to stand tall with her face an inch close to his mask, her timid hands grasped onto the chestplate as a hold to steady her balance. She leans in to rest her forehead against his mask with closed eyes, impersonating how her father often expresses his affections, and love, to his spouses through forehead touches without the need to remove his own mask.

Marr didn't flinch, or move, from his position to allow her this physical contact, though, he is intrigued with curiosity by this forehead touch. Slowly, he indulged her with an embrace in his strong arms.

"Welcome home, Aris."

#swtor #roguescarlett edits #OC: arisxara vathraki #ch: darth marr #darth marr #roguescarlett writings #otp: arisxara x darth marr #BREATHES OKAAAAAY this is finally done #thank you to darkrider/generation1point5 for helping me correct mistakes

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mackenziebrooks · 4 months

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Anyone want to rp Haikyuu?

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redstreakrps · 3 years

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hey ash! could we please have a shoutout? FORTUNATUS HQ is a new, appless, crime roleplay based on playing cards. each playing card is assigned a role, and each role belongs to a suit. we have skeletons available, as well as the option to apply with an oc. we intend to be extremely welcoming, inclusive, and plot driven. can't wait to get the dash moving! thank you so much.

check ‘em out!

#appless rp #crime rp #rph #rpc #rpt #shoutout #fortunatushq

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moonhurts · 4 years

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you know what i realised today. there’s a complete absence of information about isaac’s pack on this blog, despite me having fully fleshed out ocs that i have been writing on discord for literal years as pack members. so today i think i’m going to talk all about the accidental alpha and his new weird family in france.

the thing is, i’m not really sure where to start. so i’m just gonna make a cute list and see who people are most interested in me providing a hq headcanon post for first. to be frank, i’m tempted to make a sideblog for these disasters for the sake of it, but i’ll think about it over time. anyway, on to the list!

note: all of them are bilingual with french as a first language, some trilingual.

juliette argent / 24 years old : pack’s emissary/druid. cousin to allison - very close friend of isaac’s. they connected in france before chris left, and ended up moving in together. studying to become a psychiatrist.

adrien corbeil / 19 years old : beta isaac turned who was in a coma with no hope of waking up. mother (veronica) owns local quiet cafe with great food - a place where the pack (and other supernaturals) frequent.

leonard ‘leo’ dupre / 21 years old : beta who found solace in isaac’s pack only a year ago. was an omega on the run from italy, after pack politics went down and the hunters in italy became active. in love with chloe.

chloe bellefeuille / 20 years old : first beta to join isaac’s pack three years ago. turned by a former boyfriend without consent. juliette and isaac found her and took her out of this situation. helped her finish high school.

jasper veilleux / 27 years old : currently employed as a junior museum curator, though is often roped into playing the role of a tour guide. has a long-term human girlfriend that is unaware of his inhuman status yet.

brenton fortier / 18 years old : beta (born werewolf) that arrived only six months ago with his fraternal twin, carter. removed from a volatile family situation. brenton was harmed more than carter, and is uncomfortable around most alphas (isaac being the exception).

carter fortier / 18 years old : born werewolf beta that was rescued with fraternal twin, brenton, only six months ago. extremely protective of his (younger by two minutes) brother.

#╰ ♡ 08. the secret to creativity is knowing how to hide your sources. ╱ META !#; everyone who has been exposed to these dumbasses knows adrien holds a special place in my heart #; and that i would 100% marry juliette argent #tag drop.

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the-colony-roleplay · 4 years

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hi :) ive been reading thru some of the rps of members and plots and was wondering would you accept a nwrf character who was sent to "evaluate" or like observe the current ones at the colony from the main nwrf base?

I actually REALLY love this idea!! This has a lot of potential and is cool because the thing about the NWRF roles, especially the ‘reps’ or current ones we have being played, is that even though they are the ‘bad guys’ they all have their own individual motivations, limits and opinions, and so having someone from HQ come around specifically instructed to keep an eye on things on behalf of HQ could add some really interesting tension—tension that I think is already there and being referred to by our muns already, but mostly in terms of NPCs, so this would be a little more direct, which could be really interesting.

The only thing about that concept, is by nature it sort of has the implication of a ‘temporary’ type role, which would likely need to be addressed in the bio, and the reason for their elongated stay may then need to be addressed in plotting over time. E.g. in the bio, it would be established that the character is sent from HQ to monitor things because of distrust or concern that has developed with the current reps at Col22, and then if that character winds up sticking around, perhaps it’s because the NWRF asked them to stay on a more long term basis based on reports back to HQ not looking so good—or a myriad of other reasons that could be explored or developed through plotting!

Additionally, a bio/mun like this would need to be very communicative with the admins when it comes to plotting, similar to how Quinn and Quinn’s writer is with us currently, because much of the NWRF HQ plots are controlled by Lottie and I in order to run events and execute long term plots and development. So this just means that such a writer would need to be interested in working closely with the mods when it comes to bigger plots involving the NWRF and details concerning the HQs wishes and actions, etc.

I do think this is a great idea however—and were it an OC, keep in mind that currently OCs are only set to be open until the end of December, (though this might get extended) but talk to us off anon if this is something you’re serious about pursuing, and we could work timing out.

(I’d also like to mention briefly that a bio idea such as this would be an excellent candidate for one of the Skeleton bios Lottie and I talked about rolling out but had to postpone due to unexpected personal emergencies—more info on such skeletons here—But this is something we could look at trying to tackle in the new year, and since Skeles would be designed to be able to be temporary, if need be, this could be a cool fit. However, Skeletons the way we have established them, would only be available to current members, which may not be helpful to you, if you are a new applicant.)

Anyway, I sincerely hope this answer didn’t confuse you, as I got a bit rambly, but please do come to us if you have anymore questions concerning this, and thanks for suggestion, cool idea and interest in the RP!

Cheers!

xxMod!Ro

#literate rp #original rp #oc rp #apocalypse rp #para rp #answered: oc #answered

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vonlipvig · 4 years

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YES FINALLY SOMEONE WHO LIKES TURNABOUT ABLAZE! TELL US MORE ABOUT PALAENO/COACHEN AND COHDOPIA AND BORGINIA AND HICKS/LETOUSE AND MORE!!

YOU’VE JUST PUSHED THE “LET JULES RAMBLE” BUTTON

AAI GANG! look, turnabout ablaze is a fun case, and you cannot change my mind. it’s ridiculous and long and it’s fun (also, aai was the only game i used to own legally back then, so when my r4 cartride died that was the only aa game i could play so WE STAN). also, palaeno is hands down the most cooperative person in the whole franchise, he’s honestly the Best.

but yeah, the thing is, i have a thing called “more-than-minor character loving disease”, and when i see a victim character, which is basically a near blank slate. i go WILD. there are so many things to explore and think about with them, they’re like pre-made ocs! i remember i used to have an au called the afterlife café that was a café run by mia and gregory where all the victims would hang out and interact, and it was GREAT.

and i’ve been thinking about coachen a lot, cause dude he’s...a really cool character! he’s a straight up evil bitch! dude is as selfish as can be, has absolutely no qualms about killing people, keeps playing the good guy to secure more power for himself and snatch the smuggling ring leader role from alba. he literally gives no fucks!

and that got me thinking about his relationship with palaeno. lately i’ve discovered that the trope of “honest boss/traitor secretary” makes me go wild, and THAT’S THEM! it’s not difficult to imagine palaeno kinda developing feelings for coachen (during the game you can see he thinks very highly of him), and to me coachen would never reciprocate truly, but because he’s sharp enough he sees that that’s the perfect opportunity to secure even more power, so he plays along. he’d steal the statue from allebahst and make palaeno ambassador of cohdopia, and once alba is out of the picture he’s Done It, AND he has the new ambassador on the palm of his hand. it’s totally cruel, but that’s what makes it so interesting!

(also, i’d like to think palaeno wouldn’t be 100% clueless. like yes, he mostly lets manny do most of the work and kind of relies on him a lot, but he has proven to be very intelligent and capable as well. i don’t think he’d realize the smuggling ring connection (i mean, he didn’t, in the game) but i think that, after a while, maybe he’d start to see that manny isn’t 100% honest on his feelings. but maybe he’d blame himself? like, god i love you and you say you love me but do you love me? please don’t leave me? something like that. IT’S TRAGIC and i’d love to write something about it someday!).

as for letouse and hicks aAAAA MY BOYS. i don’t remember how i came up with that, but probably one day my third eye snapped open and i realize oh this is actually really cute and completely plausible! they’re both interpol agents, they’re the same age (i think they’re the same age, there’s just a 7 year gap between aa1 and aa4), they both speak borginian probably, that’s MORE than enough for me, baybe! i just think they’re also super tragic, and that’s SO much fun to explore. like, what if they were super in love, maybe even engaged? but then hicks dies and wow that’s sad as hell and letouse keeps on going for 7 years even though he’s probably Very Sad, but then he DIES AS WELL AAAAAA (going back to the afterlife café au, i’d always imagine that hicks would just be there chilling, and one day letouse would walk in, and hicks would just start crying because oh my god you’re here i get to see you again but also you’re not supposed to be here oh god no? JUST PUNCH ME JUST PUNCH ME IN THE HEART!

on the more lighthearted side, because the aaverse just doesn’t give a fuck about accuracy then i don’t have to either, so i love to imagine that hicks, letouse and lang are all buddies and get to hang out a lot at interpol hq. it’s cute, i’ve doodled lots of dumb thing with those three if you wanna check my doodles tag /juli-doodles [eye emoji]

ALSO, i’ve written a fic set right before aa1-2! it’s cute and bittersweet and if you guys wanna check it out, i’d really love that! it’s called departure!

OK SORRY I DID RAMBLE I HOPE I DIDN’T ANNOY ANYONE

#also i love aa1 cause fake countries really tickle me #i just LOVE that shit for some reason #ANYWAY SORRY I JUST AAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE THEM ALL #juli answers

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halchron · 5 years

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* multimuse munday // accepting // @yumeiis

ah, sawah strikes again ! under a read more like always ^^

Which muse(s) is/are your favourite(s)?

top 4 have to be prompto, kuroo, ven, and hope !

Which muse(s) do you wish had more interactions?

hmmm, green or bartz ! or link

Name a muse you have written in the past. What was your favourite thing about this muse?

yosuke from p4, he was one of my first muses here ! I love how kind and caring he is, and how he becomes more confident as the game goes on !

Name a muse you wish to write in the future. What’s your favourite thing about this muse?

well, vaan’s been a muse I’ve wanted to pick up, and he’s very cheery and we all know that’s step 1 for laylacore muses lmao

How is your multimuse blog organised?

uhhh it’s not organized compared to some other’s I’ve seen yhtrgdfsdgtf. but all the muses have individual tags, so that makes things easier to find, as opposed to everything being in one big hc tag or smth

Do you have crossover verses for the muses on your blog?

um between my own muses, no ? but in general yeah I have a lot of them lmao.

Which of your muses deserves better?

in what sense jythtgfdrf. but generally hope, ventus, and ryuji, life really spit in their faces

Which of your muses do you most identify with? Why?

prompto ! I relate to a lot of his self image problems, and his role in the group / as a friend too. just without the whole sad backstory haha

If you could change the faceclaim for any of you muses, would you do it?

no because all of their faces are perfect !!

Do you have any original characters on your multimuse? If so, tell us something more about them.

I don’t atm but I’ve always wanted to add some, but I’m too shy for that lol

How many muses are you currently writing?

16 and counting baby !

In how many fandoms are you currently active?

mmm I have a few muses in a few different fandoms, but the ones I’m most active in are the hq, kh, and ff fandoms I’d say

What is your favourite fandom to write in? Why?

probably the hq fandom bc while it is a little small, literally everyone I’ve met in it has been super wonderful and nice

What is a fandom you wish to write in one day?

I’d like to be more active in the fe or pokemon fandoms, but there’s too many crusties so I keep my distance lmao

What is a fandom you used to write in in the past?

I used to be in the ygo fandom for like. 2 seconds

What is your favourite thing when you decide to add a new muse to your blog/when you decide to make a new blog?

I like looking at all the art of them ! also starting threads with them !

Share an opinion you have about multimuse blogs.

they’re cool, but they’re not for everyone ! it’s also a little tough at times, juggling a lot of muses, but it’s also nice to have them all in one place so you’re not flooded with a bunch of single muse blogs

Does your multimuse blog have a theme? Do the muses on your blog have something in common?

I’ve come to notice that hearts seem to be a running theme ! and all but one of my muses are male, so ig that’s something they have in common !

What is the story or explanation behind your blog name?

it’s isolation + love smashed together ! it was left over from when this was an oc blog, and I didn’t change it bc it grew on me haha

Which muse(s) do you currently have most muse for?

kuroo and yams bc I saw some s4 art of hinata and kags and it made me loose my mind lmao, but also ven since I’m play bbs atm

Share a positive experience about multimuses you’ve had in the past.

in general, I love talking to muns about similar tastes we have, as well as rping with the same mun but with a bunch of different muses and see how different dynamics work !

List some of your favourite multimuse blogs.

I won’t @ them for their own sanity but you, vijekni, yikeen, theirwarmth, musetides, litteriae, theirpassion, faelot, and cynett to name a few !

Tag a multimuse blog and write some positivity about them (their blog, their muses, etc.)

well since you’re here, might as well talk about you ! you’re so chill and down to earth I always love talking to you !! you seem like just the type of person who I’d love to visit a cat cafe with and talk about anything and everything with or nothing at all ! you’re goals tbh !

#// long post #sarah... ilysm....#I said slayla rights with that last question he he #✧ ━ ooc.

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