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starry-bi-sky · 5 months

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i've mentioned in a few past posts about an au where Danny is a variant of Jason Todd. I haven't made a post about it yet because I need a good rhythm flowing however i've been listening to Gladiator by Jann and I have been having thoughts.

but first, let me set the au:

Danny Fenton is Jason Todd, or at least, a variant of him. A him from a universe separate to the major Batman timeline - but still Jason Todd, down to the structure of his face and his name itself. The only thing that changes, is who picks him up - and, that he follows old Batman canon, and was an orphan. Jason Todd steals the tires off the batmobile and wallops Batman with his tirejack, and then runs off. Shortly after, he gets picked up by the Fentons.

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And his name changes from Jason Todd to Danny Fenton. He doesn't care much for the new name change, it stems from his mute refusal to share his name to the people that picked him up; an attempt to make him untraceable should he get away from them, and to keep something of his to himself. So they name him something new. He grows to like it enough as he acclimates to his new family.

(He hangs onto the name Jason Todd like a secret - he may be 'Danny Fenton' now, but he'll never forget his time on Gotham's streets. He'll always be Jason Todd.)

(Jazz is the only one who he tells his name to in the family - she affectionately calls him Jay whenever she wants.)

He becomes friends with Sam and Tucker and deals with Dash and his bullying. And when Danny steps in during a fight between Dash and another student, Dash gives him a bleeding nose and mockingly says, "Do you think you're Robin just because you're from Gotham, Fenton?"

Jason looks him in the eyes and he bares his teeth, "Why not?" he asks, spitting blood, "being Robin gives me magic."

The nickname sticks. It's supposed to be an insult; Daniel Fenton is not Robin, he'll never be Robin. Not now, not in a million years. Jason Todd has always wanted to be Robin, so he takes the insult and wears it proudly. He buys a school varsity jacket and painstakingly undos the stitching of all the school's motif on it. On the breast of it, he embroiders in a black circle with the Boy Wonder "R" on it instead. It's not good stitching, but the next day Danny wears it down to breakfast and into school.

In normal au canon, Daniel Jason Todd-Fenton (its a mouthful, just call him Danny) only meets the Waynes after he becomes Phantom - an event that leans more towards Daniel Fenton's accident than Jason Todd's death, but traumatizes him all the same. (Is it too much to want to be mourned? His best friends like to deny that he died - and Danny - Jason? - wishes they wouldn't, even if he did come back.)

(The accident embitters him, even more when his parents don't seem to pick up on it. He stops calling himself Danny Fenton - he's always been Jason Todd. It shows itself in his ghostly form. He doesn't want to wear the thing he died in, not in something that belongs to the Fentons, and his suit reflects that.)

In this timeline, Daniel Jason Todd-Fenton, aged 13, meets Dick Grayson and Bruce Wayne after a mishap with magic on the other end of the reality sends the three of them careening through time and space, and spat back out on the other end, in a world not their own. And together.

Danny is paired with a very confused Bruce Wayne and Richard Grayson. Luckily, there's a few heroes there to help them. Danny can hardly comprehend the idea that he's in another universe - he doesn't know why Dick Grayson and Bruce Wayne are seemingly handling it well.

On their way to a secondary base with the heroes, Danny turns to Bruce Wayne and asks, "So, is it part of rich-person training that you're just totally chill with being sent into another universe, or are you just weird?"

Bruce Wayne huffs at him, rather than get offended, and he smiles that dumb lopsided billionaire smile that Danny's seen on every vogue magazine he's been in. "I'm not so worried with these skilled heroes here to help us get home."

Danny silently concludes that he's just weird. At least Dick Grayson is biting back a smile behind him. "Riiiight..." He says, dragging the vowel out dryly.

When they get to that secondary location -- a safehouse that one of the heroes had set up -- the three of them are sat in a living room-like room while one hero, Zatanna, goes and calls someone from the Justice League. The other two heroes stay with the three of them.

Within a few hours, Danny is face to face with Batman - someone who he hasn't seen since he whacked him in the stomach with a tire iron - and Nightwing. For a moment, Danny swears that the both of them look almost spooked by him.

Batman stares at him for a moment when he enters, and then he goes to speak with Bruce Wayne. Danny doesn't care enough to hear what they're talking about, he pulls out his phone as Nightwing goes to speak with Dick Grayson.

"Are you a fan of Robin, little man?" Someone says, and when Danny looks up he locks eyes with Dick Grayson -- who is leaning around Nightwing to talk to him, the both of them are smiling. And considering who Nightwing was, Danny finds himself turning pink to the ears.

But he will not hide his jacket. He forces a grin through his embarrassment, "Hell yeah, man, Robin's cool." He says, and pushes his arms down to pull out the hem of his letterman, showing off the emblem. "I made it m'self out of a school varsity after the A-Listers started callin' me Robin."

"A-Listers?"

"Popular kids," Danny corrects, loosing his hold on the hem and brushing invisible wrinkles out of the embroidery. "They didn't like that I kept stepping in when they were bullying. Dash asked me if i thought I was Robin because I was from Gotham."

Dick Grayson looks intrigued -- and concerned, and he leans forward onto his knees and raises an eyebrow. "What did you say?"

And Danny grins a shark-like thing, straightening back his shoulders with a burning sort of smug pride and all the sharpness of broken glass left in Crime Alley. "I told him being Robin gave me magic, and then I punched him."

Dick Grayson's smile widens, splitting into showing teeth as he leans back into his seat. Danny isn't sure why he's so delighted - but Nightwing looks incredibly amused, and he suddenly remembers that the Robin himself was there in front of him.

Danny's face burns anew and his arms fold themselves in front of him once again.

"I don't think I ever caught your name, Robin." Dick Grayson goes, his voice thick with laughter, and Nightwing steps off to the side as Batman and Bruce Wayne walk over to join them both. They're just close enough that Danny can see Bruce Wayne raise an eyebrow at them both.

"It's Jason." Danny says before he can think about it, and barely stops himself from frowning at himself for the slip. He amends himself, glancing over at Batman and Bruce as they get closer. "But everyone calls me Danny."

Dick Grayson's head recoils slightly, and he looks a little surprised. "Why Danny?" He asks.

"Why Dick?" He shoots back, and Bruce and Dick both smile at him, with Dick Grayson shrugging with an expression that looks like 'you've got a point.'

In the end, the three of them - yes, three - get sent to this world's Wayne Manor, and Danny is bewildered by that decision to include himself -- he's not a Wayne. Why not just send him to the Fentons?

Batman tells him that the Fentons don't exist in this world, and Danny falls silent. "Oh." He says quietly, a pit growing in his stomach with an ill-kind of dread. He can't keep Batman's gaze, looking away with unease.

No Fentons in this world. No Fentons. Where was he then, in the grand scheme of things? Where was he in this world? What happened to Jason Todd? Was he even alive? He can't keep the worry off his face, and he jumps when a hand lands on his shoulder. When he looks up, Dick Grayson squeezes him gently.

Dick Grayson is steadily beginning to remind him of his sister.

They end up driving back in the Batmobile. It's such a shock to Danny that he momentarily forgets the lack of Fentons. He makes a laugh sound, actually, and immediately he covers his hand with his mouth and stares at the car -- tank? with his teeth sunk into his lower lip.

"Jason?" Dick says, and hearing his name being spoken feels like someone touched him with a livewire. It's weird, it's foreign - he hates, in some way, that it's foreign - and it's so nice. Yes, that's me.

He drops his hand immediately. "Sorry." He says, realizing he'd stopped in his tracks, "I -uh, was just surprised."

"It's not every day someone sees the Batmobile." Dick agrees. Nightwing has his back to them but Danny swears he sees his shoulders shaking a little.

"Yeah," Danny nods slowly, dragging his eyes over the batmobile as Batman opens the driver's side and gets in. He thinks for a moment, of what he should say next - whether to admit that he's seen it before, or to pretend that he's seeing it for the first time. Snd as Nightwing opens the door for him, Bruce, and Dick, he chooses the funnier option; "The last time I saw it, I was stealing its tires."

To his surprise and unsurprise, Danny only gets two pairs of eyes on him. Nightwing gets into the passenger seat as both Bruce and Dick turn their gaze onto him; Dick's eyes big like they were going to bulge out of his head.

"You what!?"

So Danny tells an amazed Dick Grayson that he hit Batman with a tire iron after he stole his tires - something he is very proud about and also incredibly embarrassed about when he retells what happened in the backseat of the batmobile, with Batman and Nightwing listening in from the front seat.

(Bruce Wayne doesn't ever tell Dick shit, he's going to lord this over Bruce's head the moment they are alone.)

"Please tell me this didn't happen in this world." Danny groans behind his palms as he sinks into his seat. Dick Grayson is killing himself laughing on his left, and he saw Bruce Wayne stifling a smile before he obscured his vision with his hands.

Much to his luck, its Batman himself who speaks next, (Danny was being mostly rhetorical). "It did." He says, and his voice sounds like the rumble of the earth before a stampede. It will never not throw Danny off every time he hears it. "It takes quite a lot of spunk to steal the tires off the batmobile."

He can't believe it. Batman is making fun of him. Fucking, Batman.

He wants to die with embarrassment. He groans even louder as Dick Grayson's laughter crescendoes. Danny risks a peak through his fingers, he doesn't know whether to regret it or not because he can just barely see Batman smirk very faintly from his position in the middle.

(His world axis tilts five degree leftways seeing it; like someone dunked a bucket of ice water on him.)

"He ended up being adopted by the Bruce Wayne of this world."

Danny's hands drop with his jaw into his lap. Dick Grayson on his left chokes on his laughter and careens into a coughing fit. Bruce Wayne on his right chokes on air, and quickly recovers himself with a cough behind a closed fist.

"What?" Danny croaks.

Apparently, Bruce Wayne's family is much larger in this world than it is in his. Danny can barely wrap his head around the idea that he ends up adopted by the man, but now he has to learn that Wayne had several children in this world?

He's still not wrapped his head around it when the three of them wind up at Wayne Manor, finally, or even when he's standing in front of him himself. For his effort, Bruce Wayne does a good job at looking unruffled by it.

God, he's weird. Danny's starting to quite like it, actually. How human of him.

He still can't wrap his head around it when he meets the rest of Bruce Wayne's children, all of whom are already aware of the three of them. Danny thinks that someone from the Justice League might've alerted them before they got here.

It makes sense, he supposes.

It helps that they are just as weirded out as he is. A boy named Tim Drake sees him for the first time and blurts out; "Oh wow, you're tiny." In a tone like he's just seen a two-headed snake burst out of the ground.

Danny is still offended. He's still growing. It's not his fault he spent twelve years of his life malnourished. "I'm gonna be taller than you," he tells him seriously, "and when I do I'm gonna kick your ass."

Tim snorts at him.

The other Bruce Wayne -- Mr. Wayne's -- youngest looks at him up and down with a face of carefully controlled judgement. His name is Damian, he's Bruce Wayne's only biological son. Danny can't believe that there's only one.

If anything, Bruce Wayne himself looks surprised too.

"Todd, yes?" Damian says, his green eyes narrowed at him.

Danny feels like the specimen under his parents' microscope, he feels like he's standing on a platform that's being slowly spun by scientists. He looks over at Bruce Wayne in confusion, and then back at Damian. "I- yes?"

Damian Wayne nods, and then leaves.

Danny does not once see himself. That is unsettling in and of itself - surely Jason Todd would have been told about another version of himself in this world, wouldn't he? How old is he here? An adult, probably. Danny doesn't know if he wants to see him. What does he look like when he's grown up? He pulls his Robin jacket around him a little tighter, like a cocoon, like a shield.

"It's weird to hear them call me Jason Todd." He says aloud to himself, and it leaves a weight behind in his chest that shouldn't hurt the way it does. It shouldn't be weird to be called your name. It shouldn't cobweb up your throat to hear your name being said. It was his name. It was his.

Danny acclimates to the manor slowly. The house is big, massive. He's never been in a house so large before, he feels like a stray cat being taken in for the first time, again. He and Bruce and Dick Grayson are all given their own separate rooms - one of many inside this mansion - and the sheer size of his bedroom is bigger than his living room and kitchen combined.

it's daunting. Danny sits outside on the balcony and stares at the stars he can see - Wayne Manor is far enough away from Gotham that its light pollution doesn't obscure the sky here like it did in the heart of it.

Danny finds the constellations he can find and wishes he had his books with him. He finds the library the next day and buries himself in the back, curling up into a comfy armchair next and inhaling each book he can get his hands on.

Tim Drake wanders past him at some point, Danny would have missed him if it weren't for the fact that Drake stared at him strangely when he saw him. He walks away when he realizes Danny was staring back.

It's a rinse and repeat for the next few days. Danny doesn't go to meals, he sneaks food from the kitchen afterwards, and then buries himself in hundreds of books in the library.

Dick Grayson, the one from his world, goes and finds him three days later. Danny's eyes hurt with strain by then, but he is furiously halfway through a Jane Austen novel when Dick sits down across from him.

"Have you been here all day?" Dick asks, he drapes himself across the side of his chair, contorting himself into a position that Danny doesn't think is comfortable when he looks up at him.

Not that he looks up at him long - he hums absently and goes back to reading. Frowning when he realizes he lost his place on the page.

Dick Grayson raises an eyebrow, "Have you at least eaten anything?"

Danny hums. No, he hasn't, and he hadn't thought about eating all day. Until now that is, his frown ever deepening as his stomach pangs with a deep hunger.

"That's not healthy."

"Mhm."

"Are you going to eat something?"

"Mhhh."

And this gets Dick to frown. He straightens himself up, propping onto his elbows to stare at Danny. "Jason." He says strongly. And it's that that gets Danny to finally look up from his page, jumping like he'd again been poked with a live wire as he stares at Dick with wide eyes.

"Yes?"

"Put the book down." Dick orders, gesturing towards the side table next to Danny with a nod. "And come eat something." There's very little room for argument in his voice, he sounds like Jazz when she's trying to parent him, but instead he actually sounds authoritative. Not bossy.

Danny still frowns at him. "You're not the boss of me." He says, sinking back into his chair with a thumb bookmarking his page.

Dick gives him a look and makes a decisive noise, swaggling his head side to side while he does. "I'm pretty sure that for as long as we're here, me and B actually are the boss of you."

He's never really liked authority figures, not ones that tried to boss him around, that is. Danny doubles down, his lips curling into a shadow of a scowl. "Just because you're my brother in another world doesn't mean you can act like it."

"That's not what I mean and you know it."

"I don't want to go eat."

"It's not good for you to skip meals."

"Quit talking like Jazz."

"Danny."

Danny sinks his teeth into his lip and scowls darkly at him, shrinking into the back of his armchair in hopes that it'll swallow him whole. The idea of going into that large fucking dining room fills him with a dread that makes him completely forget his appetite.

"Your fucking- dining room is- it's too big." He grits out, finally closing his book and hugging it tightly to his chest.

Dick blinks at him. "What?"

"You heard me! It's too big. This whole place is too big. It's- what do you even do with this much space? I don't know how this- other me ever lived here."

Dick Grayson surprises him, and his expression softens. "Oh," he says, "I get it."

"You do?" The tension bleeds slowly out of Danny's shoulders

"Yeah, I felt the same way when I first moved in with Bruce. I lived with the circus for most of my life, but I slept in a trailer." He says. And he talks more.

The end result of their conversation ends with Dick Grayson offering to let Danny sit across or next to him during mealtimes, and that he can talk to him if he starts getting uneasy. But he can't keep skipping meals - it was making them all worried.

Danny agrees, and Dick takes him down to the kitchens for food.

"They look at me weirdly too." He grumbles as they leave the library, Danny's book returned to the shelf where it belonged. When Dick looks at him curiously, he scrunches his nose up. "The - your other siblings. They look at me like I'm- I'm someone else. S'weird."

"Isn't that a good thing?" Dick asks, "You are someone else."

Dany shrugs, staring at the ground with a heavy frown. "I don't know."

Danny seeks out Dick more after that. And vice versa. Dick reminds Danny of Jazz, and he latches onto the familiarity like a leech. If Dick is bothered by it, he doesn't show it, whether he's talking to his other world's self, to the Bruce's, or to one of the other Wayne kids.

Damian Wayne seems particularly keen to seek him out, Danny finds. He thinks it means that they're close in this world, and that Damian wants to see more of what a young Dick is like. That's what he would do, at least.

He takes up on Dick's offer of seating near him during dinner, and finds an open spot across from him. Unless he has something to show him, then he sits next to him.

("You can call me Jason." He tells him one day when they're in the Wayne's massive, fuck-off gym and they're both climbing over the jungle gym. Dick's showing him how to be more flexible. It's the most Danny's worked out ever, he likes the burn it gives him.

Dick looks at him in surprise, "Really?" he's doing a handstand on the bars and Danny's more than a little jealous at his balance.

"Yeah, dipshit," he says, rolling his eyes, "I'll even let you call me Jay, it's my nickname."

Dick happily takes him up on that offer, and much to Danny's embarrassment, starts calling him Jaybird. All because of his stupid Robin jacket.)

Danny has yet to meet his other self still, it's scaring him a little. Where was he? And matter of fact, how long until he could go back to his home dimension? The three of them hadn't gotten any updates since they arrived.

Speaking of, he was starting to talk to Bruce more, it was just... strange. Even stranger than talking to Dick. Bruce Wayne in another life would have been his adoptive father, Danny can't wrap his head around it for the life of him.

Whatever did Bruce Wayne see in Jason Todd that made him worth adopting? He's too afraid of the answer to ask. They start talking more after they run into each other late at night. Danny had been hit with a bout of insomnia and was going to the library.

He ran into Bruce on the way. He was just.. staring, out the window, with a faraway look in his eye. He didn't even look startled to see Danny standing there.

Danny asks him if he wants to go to the library with him. It was out of panic. He isn't expecting Bruce Wayne to agree, and they walk there in suffocating silence. Danny keeps looking at him from the corner of his eye.

("You're staring?" Bruce doesn't sound upset, Danny jumps anyway.

"Yeah, sorry." his voice sounds stilted, "it's just..." his jaw wires itself shut for a spell, "...you looked like you were about to disappear."

"Ah.")

When they reach the library, Danny leads Bruce Wayne into the science section and takes out books upon books about stars. He leads him over to the armchair and fire and they both sit down on the ground.

"When I lived in Gotham I would stargaze." Danny says, it's the first thing he can think of. Bruce Wayne looks at him quizzically. "Well, I would try to. The sky's too polluted for that. Mostly I would just watch the skyline and try and spot Batman and Robin, was the same thing."

That cracks a smile out of Bruce. It's a small one, barely there. "I hardly think the two are comparable."

Danny is still serious. "Not to me."

He goes on, talking about how after he was adopted he got his hands on every star book he could find. He loves english and he loves to read, but something about the stars drew him in like a song. He rambles about every star fact he knows with Bruce Wayne.

Bruce Wayne surprises him by telling him facts he didn't know. Danny soaks it up like a sponge, listening intently to him speak. And when they run out of star books to talk about, Danny tells Bruce that it was his turn to find something for them to talk about.

Bruce Wayne smiles again at him, a sly little thing like Danny's challenged him, and gets up. He comes back with a stack of film books, and they spend the next few hours going through them. Bruce Wayne rattles off every single movie fun fact he knows, and there is so much that he knows.

Danny is in awe, and moves to press against Bruce's side to see the stuff he points at in his books.

"You're smarter than people give you credit for." He says at some point, when his eyes hurt from being open for too long and his head leans against Bruce's arm for support. It follows with a jaw-cracking yawn that he tries and fails to stifle.

"Thank you, Danny." Bruce says, his voice soft and soothing and not helping with Danny's weighing exhaustion. His eyes drift, and then jerk open. "Do you want to go back to your room? You look tired, chum."

He bites back a smile at the nickname, and fails to keep it bitten. "No, no, I'm awake." He mumbles, shaking his head slowly. "I wanna hear-" he yawns again, "-hear you talking."

Danny swears he can hear the smile in Bruce's voice as he speaks; "Alright. Now, where was I?"

In the end, Danny falls asleep on the floor of the library next to Bruce Wayne. He doesn't even realize it until he wakes up the next morning. But it's not to worry, Bruce Wayne fell asleep too, an arm thrown around Danny protectively like he was his own kid.

This becomes a thing for them soon enough. When neither of them can sleep, they go to the library and talk and talk about whatever comes to mind.

There comes the dreaded night after they've finished whatever book they were looking at when Bruce, the little shit, turns to Danny and goes; "You never mentioned what happened after you hit Batman with a tire iron."

Danny groans, big and dramatic, burying his head in his arms, and ignores the low chuckle. "I thought he was gonna chase me down for sure." He complains, his voice muffled by his arms.

"Why did you hit him with a tire iron?"

The look Bruce gets is one of pure disbelief. "If Mothman suddenly showed up behind you while you were taking the wheels off his ride, you'd hit him too!"

"Last time I checked, Mothman isn't real." Bruce told him amusedly, and Danny flops over onto his back to stare him down. His arms sprawl out like a starfish, intentionally hitting Bruce in the shoulder.

"You don't know that, Batman's a cryptid and he's real."

Bruce roars with laughter, and Danny preens like a bird.

That next morning when Bruce passes by him for breakfast, he reaches over and ruffles his hair. It's the same thing he does for Dick every morning. It's the first of many, and it gets many stares from the surrounding family.

Bruce has a newspaper tucked under his arm, and when he sits down Danny stands up and skedaddles over to him, leaning over the side of his chair to peer at the paper.

"Any cryptids spotted, Buzz?" He asks, getting a startled laugh out of Bruce, who looks up at him.

"Buzz?"

"Well, yeah," and Danny states it as matter-of-fact. He gestures his head at Dick Grayson. "Dick calls you 'B', and B is for bees, and I can't just call you Bees, that's dumb. So; Buzz."

He grins triumphantly when Bruce laughs quietly, his shoulders shaking imperceptibly. "I know," he tilts his head up proudly, "I'm a genius."

Now he's actually laughing, dropping his head into one of his hands and trying to quiet himself as much as possible. Danny is positively beaming, ignoring the stares of the other Waynes as he flounces back to his seat just as the other Mister Wayne enters the room.

When Jason Daniel Fenton Todd meets Jason Todd for the first time, they both just stare at each other.

Danny recognizes himself immediately in the library, and he freezes up. His tongue ties to the roof of his mouth, and he's unsure of what to say.

He doesn't need to say anything at all, because when Jason Todd looks up and they lock eyes, they both just stare. And stare. Jason Todd is a large, hulk of a man, built like a brick shithouse, with a tired, traumatized look in his eyes and a white streak in his black curls. The same black curls that Danny himself has.

He has no idea what to say. Or if he should turn back around and leave.

Jason Todd sighs at him, "I know they told me you and another world's Bruce and Dickie were here," he says, but it sounds like he's talking to himself. Even moreso when he mutters half-heartedly, "-but I was hoping I wouldn't run into you."

Danny feels small next to him. He doesn't know why. "Sorry." He says lamely, his one foot skips back, "I can leave if you want." It's unlike him to be meek, he thinks. Not after years of Gotham living and dealing with the likes of Dash and his Jerk Jocks.

But this also isn't the streets, and this isn't other kids being dicks. Jason Todd shakes his head, and gestures with one large arm for Danny to come over. "You don't need to do that, you were coming to read, right?"

He nods, and tentatively makes his way over. When Jason looks at him, he sees him cast his eyes over his Robin jacket - he wears it everyday. Danny sees him narrow his eyes, just slightly. But he says nothing.

It's... a strange conversation. Interaction. Jason Todd doesn't talk to him much, and if he does it's stilted and awkward, like he doesn't know how to treat him. Like he's holding him at arm's length.

Jason's getting tired of being treated like a ghost.

They talk about their books. They compare lives. Jason Todd was picked up a few days after he stole the wheels of the batmobile. He wasn't an orphan, he lived with his mom and his stepdad before he lived with Bruce. They both like to read, only Danny has an interest in the stars.

("What do your adoptive parents do?" Jason Todd asks him, one arm slung over the back of the armchair, he looks relaxed. He looks tense. Danny feels like he's back in Crime Alley again.

"They're 'ectologists'." He says, making air quotes over the word. He rolls his eyes, "Ghost hunters. They study the dead and all things afterlife."

Jason Todd makes a dry laugh huff, a sarcastic half-smile on his face. He doesn't explain why he does, Danny doesn't ask why. It doesn't seem like his business.)

Danny wants to ask him where he got that white streak in his hair. It doesn't feel right. It feels like his parents' lab, and that isn't right. Nothing ever feels like his parents' lab.

Jason Todd leaves first after giving him a few book recommendations. Danny isn't sure how to rate the experience. Being in Jason Todd's presence was like standing in a liminal space. An empty parking lot at night. When he leaves it feels like much the same thing.

He struggles to read his books afterwards, unable to shake the feeling of being haunted.

#THERE WILL BE A PART 2 #dpxdc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dpxdc crossover #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #danny is jason todd au #daniel jason fenton todd #daniel jason fenton todd?#man i love these variant aus huh #somehing about exploring identity man #I DIDNT EVEN GET TO THE PART THAT WAS THE WHOLE REASON I MADE THE WHOLE POST #that will be in part 2 onfg #but its so late i've been writing for literally hours #you know its late bc these tags aren't half as long as they normally are #its not a starry au unless it needs a read more #there's so much fluff here folks #so much fluff #it was supposed to be rlly only between dick and danny but bruce the sneaky bastard snuck in there #bc i needed him to also??? be on Good Terms with danny #parental ambiguity with the fenton parents. are they good? are they bad? who knows!#claps loudly IT IS VERY IMPORTANT THAT DANNY DOES NOT FIGURE OUT THEIR IDENTITY AT ALL DURING THIS #starry coming in hot with another unnecessarily long au #none of my friends are in DPDC so tumblr gets it instead

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popponn · 4 months

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bits and such, about him.

summary: he loves you in his own way. (aka expanded hcs on how he shows his love to you)

note: i want an isagi so bad at this point i will just cry. also i miss sae. nagi is kinda there ig (jk nagi u shojo protag). sometimes thinking about these guys are very comforting even when it comes out as pure brainrot. warning: none, just fluff. isagi is downbad, sae is a house cat variant, and nagi is something else. reader's gender unspecified, implied post canon au.

characters: isagi, sae, nagi

isagi falls in love with you again and again over the smallest things. it could be you rearranging your things, it could be you looking up to the sky, it could be you crouching alongside him, it could be you laughing at something he finds actually unfunny—repeatedly, without fail it keeps happening. in these sorts of moments, it is very obvious too. his breath would come to a halt slowly, his shoulder sagged, his mouth opening into a silent gape, all while his blue eyes would stare at you, filled with feelings that are impossible to word out. his signs are obvious enough that even strangers could know them. the worst thing is that on times like this, it means isagi yoichi's infamously smart brain will go on a holiday for a bit. adding to the fact that his eyes rarely leave you whenever you are in his vicinity, this means it happens a lot in a public setting. after the third time of seeing this happening right in front of them, most of his friends sort of agree that it would be best to leave the lovesick, down-bad isagi alone. more for their sakes because all they get is either a dumb "huh" that is very cute actually or a very angry, on-field tone of "shut the fuck up fucking donkey i'm admiring right now" which unfortunately did happen to a genius, a speedster, and a king. it nearly ended in a bloodbath multiple times but at least you know he is a man that could not be moved.

sae likes it when you play with his hair and vice versa. the annoying thing, though, is that he rather doesn't say shit for three days than admitting this to your face. some call it an acute case of terrible communication skill some call it kuudere rizz—nobody knows which one is the correct term but the good thing is this guy speaks louder through his action than his words. which mean acting like a spoiled house cat with shitty attention seeking tendencies—where you could be working or resting your exhausted leg and without any warning, you will have his head on your lap. don't bother protesting, you will lose the inevitable staring contest. just play with his hair, comb it, pat it, arrange it while praising him—just spoil him. and if he says "your hair is wet" even right after you dry it off, just sit down and let him " dry" your hair. no, it's not an alibi to have you chatter while he listens and touches your hair. no, he does not kiss you on the hair you are imagining shit. and no don't let anyone touch your hair. sae's possessive streak is a rare thing but if anyone touches your hair, that's just asking for it. honestly, it will be easier for both of you if he just says "hey can we forego the hairdryer and have your head on my lap instead this time" but this is an itoshi bloodline elder. the best he could manage is just suddenly burying his face in your hair or suddenly touching it when he is not in the mood to play a game. again, like a cat just taking something he wants. the cat is handsome and loving in his own way though.

nagi turns out to be a very very vocal person when it comes to you. aw, he must be away for a week because of a match? good luck to everyone on his team because he will whine about it every minute or so. some wanted to murder him, but thank god, an "if you look cool don't you think they will be happy?" is enough to shut him up—on camera at least. and wow he thinks you look good in your clothes? you will know it. nagi will say "wear it again", " it suits you", and many other short sentences indeed—he is still not a wordsmith—but simply by the sheer frequency of his praise? everyone and their grandma will know it. one time a brave, poor soul asked him "why the fuck are you so noisy about them?!"—and turns out it is simply because he likes your reaction to his words. you could respond back with cheer, with a calm suave, or sometimes flustered laugh, and nagi eats those up. remember to have special reactions for him though, since he is not above copying a koala or maybe some flirty toucan to have those. nagi has been a tad bit shameless though, despite everything, therefore maybe it's not unsurprising that he kinda of becomes after getting together with you. (in the background, niko nods sagely, "i see. so it's like your oshi character who you want every info of from a dating sim." while barou snaps with a "fucking what?" nagi takes a second to think, and goes, "...kinda." which is obviously an understatement.)

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mblue-art · 3 days

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i’m curious about your take on strawberry nightmare! to you, what’s he like? how does he act? what’s he all bout?

He is annoying (/aff hehe), and even more so to regular Nightmare. I tried to figure out (still am, I guess) how to put the flavor theming and '2P!' thing together, but here's what I have in my head for him ^^ (ramble warning!)

Finding out that the concept of '2P!' variants existed in UTMV too, made me happy! Usually 2P!s are inverted or flipped versions of the original character— think Fell'd or Swap'd versions in UTMV terms— so I thought:

Huh. If he's supposed to be a flipped version of Nightmare, would he have similarities with Swap!Dream? 🤔 But softer, nicer? 'cause he's also strawberry milk-themed! 🍓 flavors and aesthetics can be associated with soft, nice, sweet, cheery, and pretty...

(And sometimes, behind that pretty pink, lies red danger. While regular Nightmare clearly shows that he is a threat, S!NM hides it behind a layer of sweetness; (like a yandere— I explored yandere S!NM here), like a 'nice' character hiding their bad side—

But don't worry! Only those who are deserving of his wrath will face it. He's mean when he needs to. The simps are safe, as well as the people he cherishes! He can be a patient man. Just don't be on his bad side and you'll be a-ok! 👍(⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

He's like... If regular NM decided to go uwu for the bit, but forever.........(/hj)

He is friendly, a flirt, flips between being all cutesy and rizzing up the simps,

nicely offers you (suspicious— he loves making people doubt LOL) pink sweets in exchange for company or simply as thanks for spending time with him

(A king can feel so lonely sometimes 😩😔 esp w/o his dear brother around... so maybe he has a massive pink house instead of a castle :] Oooh, imagine how pink and aesthetic the interior would be...),

likes messing with the original Nightmare (Ah!! NM hosting parties! Him getting invited! Yes, he'd def talk to the king of the castle but tries to be civil! This is a nice fancy party with lots of people around; he's not gonna ruin this for anyone 😤 he just wants to socialize!!)

(Yes he owns a few creative 🍓-themed suits, why wouldn't he lean towards his aesthetic 😤)

Like any Guardian of Feelings, he can manipulate/control emotions. He can pull out one's negative emotions to calm them down, and he can also make one feel nervous or any other mix of feelings in his presence, just like how his original counterpart does.

As for his role in the multiverse, I'd say he honestly just tries to have fun. Yk, jus a lil chaos. Teehee. No multiverse domination or anything, he just likes being a menace to people hehehe

An idea I thought of a few times is him hinting that he has visited Nightmare's castle (whether he actually talked to NM or not) by leaving strawberry milk (carton/bottle) in the fridge for the others to see and be confused by.

'hey guys where's my choccy milk? did any of you drink it?? it was my last box!' - 'why is there strawberry milk again... none of you drink this...' - 'who keeps getting this pink stuff'

NM eventually informs them about this visitor, and to be cautious, just... Don't drink whatever pink thing he leaves in the fridge.

I've never really thought of what S!NM's backstory would be, what him and his Dream's 'Dreamtale AU' would be, so right now, he's just... There one day (lol) with a brother that keeps? running away from him?? (His Dream is 🟦 instead of 🟨! (I saw an artist drew him as such) And while 🍓 is happy and excited, 🔵 is kinda gloomy... Interesting to see a happy Negativity Guardian and a grumpy Positivity Guardian...)

You can scroll through the #snm asks tag to read past (mostly simp) shenanigans with him, and you can also click these links for my other rambleposts about him ^^

#ask #mblue talks #m rambles #snm asks #took me a while bc i had to yoink the thoughts that were floating in the clouds orz #i'm still! interested about hearing people's takes on him too!! :D

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vienoreal · 10 months

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Hello hello I am a random and nervous anon who will probably never interact with you again but. I would like. to hear your thoughts. on the minecraft diaries au u mentioned hjbskjdnfksfd i remember watching through that series like 1000000 times back in the day lol

YESSIRRRR I LOVE YOU ANON!

OKAY OKAY SO!

i have a lot of ideas for it and so many thoughts

1st variant of Minecraft Diaries x QSMP crossover.

qMariana is Aphmau, Juanaflippa is Levin and qCharlie is Laurance

Mariana just kinda appeared outta nowhere and Juanita got left at his door and as the Lord of the Quesadilla Village he just fuckin' had to keep her until he found her mother

on said adventure he meets this very pretty guy who for reason has really long green hair and pieces of slime on him like HUH? AND HE'S FLIRTING WITH HIM?? AND HE COMES OVER TO VOUCH FOR HIS INNOCENCE ALONG WITH HIS OWN KNIGHT FOOLISH?

okay and now he has a fucking Wyvern and offered to give him a ride? fuck yesss, but honestly even if he wants to jump this man's bones like every other bitch but he has a kid to take care of! and a village! also Foolish is kinda hot and Charlie is a knight for another village

Mariana just looks like his normal self, some people question the outfit but he doesn't really know either

Charlie's outfit is exactly like Laurance's, but his hair is Green because his childhood friend, aka. Wilbur Soot, and who he considers his brother, dyed his hair and disappeared before he could change it back

Charlie ended up having to take care of Tallulah, Wilbur's daughter. Phil, the new Lord of Meteli also takes care of her and his other son, Chayanne. Missa is his guard.

Quackity takes Sasha's role, having died and turning into a Shadow Knight. Tilín disappeared after his death and Charlie is still working on trying to find them.

when Mariana goes to save the Chicken Shaman, aka. Maximus, Charlie sacrifices himself to save them, hoping for Maximus to turn Wilbur back to himself

he gets raptured and turned into a Shadow Knight, where he sees Quackity as Sasha, Luzu as Gene and someone else (i have yet to figure out who should be Vylad. )

Mariana is honestly fucking devastated that Charlie is in the Nether with no help and no way to come back, until he sees him while on a trip with Juanita. Charlie wanted to reach out to Mariana and hug him and kiss him, but he couldn't. the rage imbued in him by the Shadow Lord making it also impossible from pulling out his sword and gutting Mariana, the last Lord he served. but seeing little Juana there, staring at him with big bright eyes and a smile, reminded him of Tilín and Tallulah. it broke his heart and he fled, afraid of hurting the poor child.

when Mariana later finds Charlie, blind, hurt and nearly on death's door with the wyvern, Cucurucho (yes Cucurucho bc qCharlie's interactions with it are funny and adorable and sad) suddenly turned dark and disappearing

Wilbur, now turned normal thanks to the combined efforts of Vegetta (Zoey) and Cellbit (Kawaii-Chan), came to visit and Mariana left to give them space, but thennnnnnn

the High Priest, Rubius, is outside his tattered house which was blown up by Leo (Zenix) while he was on his adventure for the mother of Juanita. threatening Charlie

yaddi yaddi yada, story goes as normal y'know, except arguments and love between Charlie and Mariana and jealousy with Charlie over Foolish and Mariana

now misc facts about this version of this AU go! -> Charlie is a slime elemental and human hybrid. Mariana is still Lady Irene and i guess a reincarnation? Aaron doesn't exist in this version. Tilín takes Malachi's role, having died and become a ghost with the same fear powers, but Charlie takes them in instead of Mariana. Roier is Dante. Donna and Logan are Forever and Bad respectively. Jaiden is Kiki, and Fit is Brendan. Emmalyn's role is taken up by Baghera. Lucinda is Etoiles and Nicole is Melissa. yes. no, it doesn't make sense. yes, i know.

2nd variant of the AU!!

their roles are just reversed. that's it. Charlie is Aphmau, Mariana is Laurance.

3rd variant of the crossover

Charlie is Logan, Mariana is Donna and Juanaflippa is Yip. but make everything else and everyone else normal Minecraft Diaries or other QSMP members i honestly don't know

Charlie, instead of being greedy and mean, is very friendly and weird and quite diabolical, a slime hybrid. when he gets turned into a werewolf, it messes with his slime and instead transforms him into and eldritch mix of werewolf, slime and demon with too many limbs, too many eyes and teeth and claws, too much fur and goop and,,,, tentacles? goo goobie bitches

Mariana is a nurse who got moved into the "Babe House", and after seeing the hot buff merchant, he's very much into it and wants to become a sugar baby, but instead falls in love and gets married. mission failed successfully?

their relationship is very much playfighting and joke arguments that seem a bit too real for others. they are madly in love and have done el sexo de grande multiple times. even with Charlie in monster form. Charlie gets ruts btw– *gets shot*

when they get kidnapped, Charlie fights tooth and nail to keep Mariana safe, at the expense of his health. he's near death when rescued by the Lord, and frantic in going back to Mariana

Flippa, the lone survivor of the murder of her tribe, later found by Charlie, instead of the Lord of his village. he takes her in and treats her just like he would his own biological daughter

then when he sees Mariana again, reencuentro el sexo de grande

when they go back home, Charlie goes back to his job and dotes on his brand new daughter and his bitch wife like no other, it's sickening how much he adores his family

and during the war, Charlie stays behind to fight, wreaking havoc against his opponents. and during the 15 year time-skip, he waits for Mariana patiently, sitting at the docks like dog waiting for its owner. when he comes back with Flippa, Charlie almost tackles them into the ocean with how happy he was, crying with Flippa about missing each other and kissing Mariana breathless

the Backflippo family is one of the few who stayed at the village. Charlie is one of the few people who are capable of fighting off the bandits easily, along with the help of Juanaflippa, but he has to he away to keep getting more resources and food to keep everything ok and running

Mariana starts a garden at the wish of Juanita, giving them to Charlie to sell and Juana to make crowns of and press them. he farms as well and makes sure everyone stays healthy, rasing Juanita while Charlie is off doing business and exchanging letters with him almost every single day, sending them talking about their days and how they're doing while away

they're so in love your honor

Juana is very hyper and very energetic, practically hounding Charlie to play and teach her how to be a werewolf every time he's home. whenever that happens Mariana takes a big big nap and enjoys whatever gift Charlie brought back

i'm so normal guys, trust me

hope you liked these ms paint drawings HSBDJDHHDGSGVS

#qsmp slimecicle #qsmp el mariana #fliporiana #slimeriana #vienoreal arts #vienoreal aus #qsmp x minecraft diaries crossover #ms paint drawing #shitty ahh drawings lmaoooo #it was fun though ngl #goo goobie #qsmp #minecraft diaries #crossover ideas oooooooo #juanaflippa #i need to draw more Juanaflippa i love her so much #long post

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gamerbearmira · 1 year

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(I’m back because I’m now in love with this AU😭, sorry for it being so long again.)

New Bloods are a variant of normal Reds who have evolved alongside Silvers to have better and more efficient powers. For example: Silvers may have powers but they they have their limits, while New Bloods do no. Pepa can only control the weather somewhat, and is considered erratic including the storms she creates which can sometimes get out if control.

Now Mirabel, while she does not have complete control over the weather, she CAN create and control lightning without creating a storm to help her. She can create storms, create shields from lightning (not to be confused with her actual shield), small sparks that are pulses and even lighting that can shoot through a persons body. This is called Brain Lightning, what differs from that lighting is that it’s not visible and can be incredibly dangers as it takes a LOT of control, way too much for a ten year old.

Pedro was a New Blood, one of the most powerful, which is why the Madrigals are the bosses and ones in charge. There is no Miracle unfortunately, but Casita is still alive, Pedro had a trick or two up his sleeve. With Pedro, no one knew us ability, he kept it a strict secret, not even Alma knew what it was.

She does know what a New Blood is and that Pedro was one. What Alma meant by that last sentence was that when she was younger New Bloods were indeed rare, and were only born if one of the parents were a New Blood and Augustin just a normal Red, so she’s very confused about that, also she’s also consumed because New Bloods are only supposed to have ONE power, not FIVE!! That’s mainly why she’s confused, other than Pedro, there are no other New Bloods in the family. She’s looking into it because let she honest if s ten year old can create lighting and shields and god know what else while previously being known if the Normal Gift-less one, we’d want some answers too.

As for her powers, like I said, she’s got five. She can’t control all of them and needs extra practice especially with the Brain Lightning.

She has the powers of a:

Electricon: Control over Lightning

Gravitrons: power over GRAVITY, she can also use this to make herself fly.

Minder: Perfect Memory and recall, basically a photographic memory

Shield: Exactly as it sounds, using energy to create shields used for either attack or defense.

And finally a teleporter, or a jumper: Now these are considered a more enhanced versions of Swifts. They’re faster than Swifts, but it was later found out that instead of being fast they’re actually opening small holes and portals between two different points of a locations.

She is considered a miracle, being not only New Blood, but one with more than one power. Like I said, New Bloods have stronger and better powers than regular Silvers, this kind of forced her into the spotlight. Leading people to treat her either like a god or princess, and people who bullied her to try and get in good with her. The kingdom already loved her because of her sweet and bubbly nature, but this takes it to a whole new level.

As for pushing her aside, they didn’t mean too, it kind of just happened subconsciously. They still love her, and celebrate her birthdays and any of her achievements, they just don’t have much time. Her relationship with her sisters is a kind of the same with canon, Isa being forced to be perfect and being jealous of Mira and unfortunately taking her anger out of her sister in the form of outburst, which she does feel bad for. In turn, her relationship with Delores has FLOURISHED.

Homegirl giving everyone a run for they money huh 😭😭 Regardless. I can see how it was subconscious but still. Can’t take away the hurt. I’m throwing hands with Isa, idgaf. Stan Dolores <333 As for the abilities??? They’re so cool, totally radical man <3 Def would take her a hot minute to get control fo them, that’s one hindred percent understandable.

As for people treating her like a Princess. Why they switch up so quick 🤨 y’all wan’t doing all that before, what because she has powers, suddenly it doesn’t esn’t apply no mo 💀 Also Pedro. Hiding it is understandable. If he is as strong as you say he is, it could make him a lot of enemies, even if he was the nicest perso round the block :(

#my asks are open #my asks #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #red queen au

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faithblob-says-things · 2 years

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Opinion on... one of your own ocs?(if you have any) o_O

:O!!!

Oh my gods okay okay okay

I have a character that I just remake a lot of times called Lepus. They're like a sona but I throw them into different scenarios and like change the personality age powers ya da ya da ya da you get it

All of my Lepus bullshit is going under the cut but first!

My other bullshit!

Obey Me Mc:

Very cool. Very chill. Very tired. Give them a break please also get some sleep you can see the stress marks and eye bags from across the room

Twst Mc:

They are not payed enough for this please someone help him he is exhausted and over whelmed constantly and this close to beating someone with his camera [holds up hand to show the fingers touching]

I have a few more twst ocs but biting my tongue at the moment

All my Yugioh Ocs

God save this weird as fuck bloodline

Blue: Go granny, get it bestie

Lillian: Let this woman punch someone.

Star: Fatherless behaviour /j /j /j

Pandora: Stop letting this woman punch someone.

Lily: There is arson in your eyes

Eve: Thank you for being the token (kinda) normal one

Mecha: Pint sized (affectionate)

Kate: Stop burying your feelings challenged

Pokemon Ocs from when I was like, 11 but still love

God save this weird group of cousins/twins

Galar: Adohira: dON'T BITE PEOPLE-

Aloha: Rose: Very mentally ill and cool looking

Kalos: Yvella: Chill. Emo. Xina: Not chill. Peppy.

Unova: Brittney: Oh my sweet summer child how are you not getting stains in those white clothes? Whittney: Oh my sweet lanky child how are you not over heating in all black?

Hoenn: Ruby: Oh my sweet summer child who looks so innocent, stop trying to kill your brother. Sapphire: Hey asshole (/pos) stop trying to kill your sister.

Luke of like any variant

My sunshine boy <33333

Nessa and Vincent in any au

(In the most thick and over the top country accent ever) Ma'am, Sir, would you do this country boy the honor if having your hands in marriage please?

ALRIGHT TIME FOR MY MENTAL ILLNESSES TO SHOW :DDD

Manburg Radios Lepus

The og, the beloved. The cool vigilante with the powers Crystals. Stop accidentally destroying cars when fight Wool. Also wow that's some trauma-

Radio Waves Lepus

Wilbur Kinnie.

BLR smp Lepus

Ha ha old bird

God au Lepus

STOP ADOPTING PEOPLE CHALLENGE /j (keep doing it bestie, soon you'll have the whole server and pantheon /j)

Apocalypse au Lepus

Give this man a break

Candy/Sugar Rush au Lepus

Capitalist (derogatory)

Cyberpunk au Lepus

Very cool android resistance leader

Dimension hopper/Train au Lepus

Curious like a cat

Genshin au Lepus

Wine Aunt energy

Ghost au Lepus

All politicians go to hell so you really dodged a bullet huh? Also cool ghost rat

Ghost Hunter au Lepus

Cool vampire guy pretending to be human and helping run a ghost show

Halloween Town au Lepus

Very cool vampire who's is just trying to live with his kids Passerine and Groovy

Horror Town au Lepus

Hey nice demon arm! Don't go in the catacombs! :D

Horror Troupe au Lepus

The only person ever to shoot the murderer and make SURE they're dead. Oh yeah and he faced off with a demon and lived that's cool I guess

KNY au Lepus

Little Starry boy with some swag

Law and Crime au Lepus

WET LOOKING RAT WHY YOU LOOK LIKE THAAAAAAT

Siren au Lepus

Little Mermaid Kinnie

Moon Town au Lepus

Camera and sibling angst go brrrrrrrrrr

Plague Apocalypse au Lepus

Bastard and hot

Plant au Lepus

Very threatening. It's tempting but don't kill someone (again) please

Pokemon au Lepus

Get some sleep bestie

Racer au Lepus

LAWYER COMMITTING CRIME GO BRRRRRR

Royalty au Lepus

School au Lepus

My little delinquent <3

SCP au Lepus

Scientist challenged God, met repercussions

Space Planet au Lepus

Disappears for millions of years, refuses to elaborate

Alien au Lepus

My little alien <3

Spiderman au Lepus

Uh oh

Things in the Woods au Lepus

Eldtrich god/horror just chilling in the woods with their two kids that are also eldritch horrors/gods, Passerine and Groovy

Trickster au Lepus

Come one, take a dip with the funny Eel man, he doesn't bit too hard :)

Urban Fantasy au Lepus

MIL

MILF and Lady Dimitrescu kinnie-

Virtue and Sin au Lepus

Sin of Lust being a surprisingly good parent to four kids

Wizard au Lepus

Funky star person wizard who lives in a funky wizard tower with his little brother trauma here ha ha right?.... right?

Zodiac au Lepus

Crab

Plague au Lepus

Funky little plauge man who is clinically insane

Creator au Lepus

What is a puppet who broke from it's strings? What is a god without a heart but still learned love? What is a god who was never supposed to live but survived? What is perfection to a god who was never perfect? What kind of mother is destined to kill his own child?

There are a few more (one I really wanted to put on here but did not because of a promise i made) but sadly I did not put them because most of them don't have that much going on other than basic concepts (minus the promise one that one has a LOT)

#that last one is for you Y #i do it all for you bestie <3 #afhejvdjv #if anyone wants more in depth thing i can and WILL ramble #blobus answers #anonymous ask #anon ask #ask

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kingmaker-a · 2 years

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To Fall | Siyeon Star Wars AU

Sequel to Temptation Warnings: Brief depictions of death, war, fire, injury and vomiting. Mentions of refugees, blood, character death and scars. Brief mention of lightsaber forms But is mostly replaced with vehicle nerdiness. Angst warning, though it can be avoided if you stop reading after they sleep for the night.

Genre: Star Wars AU - Padawan! Siyeon X Skilled! Gender Neutral Reader.

Wordcount: 5551

Average read time: 22 minutes

"How good is your piloting Siyeon?" You asked as you approached her starfighter. The plan was to punch a hole in the Separatist offence to allow the transporter to reach hyperspace.

"Better than yours y/n," she said as she entered the cockpit. You noticed it was a customised variant of ARC-170. Typically a starfighter piloted by a trio of clone troopers, you noticed a lack of a third seat for a tail gunner. "Don't think I forgot about your dad trying to teach you."

Your father was a kind and patient man but you could tell even he was reaching his limit with you. "You were his favoured student in that regard," you said with a smile.

She notices your eyes scan over the seat behind her almost hesitantly. "Oh, right. I ripped out the tail gunner seat and replaced the co-pilot seat with a swivel seat," she explained excitedly, her face alight with radiance. Her hand rotated the seat behind her before she locked it in place with a lever on its right side. "The co-pilot controls also swivel so you can adjust shielding while using the gunner controls, which I moved closer to the co-pilot seat. I wanted to just put a camera in the back instead of putting everything on a swivel, but I couldn't find any decent displays or cameras when I was last on Tatooine. Regardless the swivel was cheaper."

You couldn't help but smile as she got last in her excitement. You knew she always loved tinkering with things. You remember when your dad would tinker with his project ship and how he struggled to get it to work. Siyeon hesitantly approached him at the age of six and suggested recalibrating the foils so it wouldn't over-heat. Your father was at his wit's end so he accepted the idea eagerly. The pure excitement on her face as the ship surged to life was a happy memory.

"How come you did all that?" You asked curiously, though part of you knew that'd just be happy to talk more about her ship.

"So I could make it faster, duh." She said with a laugh. It also had the bonus of being surprisingly spacious for an ARC170. "I also removed the old astromech socket since it was fried to shit. Not to mention it'd make it super hard to see the tail gun. You'd be shooting blind. It made plenty of room for an auxiliary engine and some hyperdrive mods."

You jumped in the cockpit noting that it was surprisingly well finished on the inside. There weren't wires everywhere like her earlier projects. You did notice a small astromech peer up at you from its spot on the floor.

"That's R3K5, don't mind him. He's really friendly once you get to know him," she said with a smile.

The mech beeped in response, when you were younger you knew a decent amount of binary. But, that knowledge had faded with time in the Jedi temple. Though you could tell he was giving Siyeon shit about something. What exactly you didn't know.

You watched as she turned to glare at him slightly. Probably in an attempt to get him to shut up. "You better be quiet Wreck or I'll fuse you to the ship," she said with a half-defeated sigh.

"What was that about?" you asked cocking an eyebrow.

"We just have the sort of relationship, where we talk shit." She said noticing your lack of understanding. "You really forgot binary huh? I mean I'm not surprised, the only reason I didn't was early on in my training with Master Castor I was isolated from other people. I found Wreck in a destroyed starfighter and fixed him up."

Despite their dynamic, you could tell by the fixtures around Wreck that she cared about him immensely. No part of the astromech was exposed outside and the metal surrounding his domed head was probably the thickest part of the ship. No doubt if you asked her she'd say something about it being a weak point to have your astromech on the outside or the thick plating was to protect the mods she made. "How fast can this thing go?"

"120 MGLT, though in theory, I could probably push it to 130." Without even seeing her you could tell she was smiling as the starfighter began its lift-off sequence.

"Jesus christ Singni, that's faster than even the newest Jedi Starfighter," you say in shock as you feel pride emanate off of her.

"Your dad taught me well, though I don't know if I can actually drive it at that speed," she quickly adds as you leave the hangar bay. "Do you think you could switch on comms?"

She passes you a headset as you switch on comms.

"Wolf-1 reporting for duty," she called out through comms as you noticed the fighting happening around you. "Any surviving pilots I need you to form on my six."

However, before she even gets a response she's already bursting into action. You were lucky your seat had a lock otherwise you'd have no doubt thrown up. You heard Wreck beep at you from below, before Siyeon could even attempt to translate, you understood.

Behind.

You quickly unlocked your chair and swivelled to the gun controls. You saw a squadron of droid fighters staring you down. Well as much as droids could at least. As you began taking shots you felt your view flip upside down as Siyeon took evasive action.

This was gonna be harder than you thought.

You watched as your shots veered too wide to hit their marks. As you attempted to compensate you could hear Siyeon speaking under her breath.

"6....7....8..9...10." It took you a little to realise those were the number of droids she'd destroyed. Despite her hard work, clone ships were falling around you. Even as you tried to reach out to the force to assist you, you failed to hit your marks. However, as you tempted the idea of digging deeper as explosions rippled around you and corpses of clone troopers filled your view.

You felt something, the embrace of fresh air shrouded in moonlight, the embrace of home.

The embrace of Kashyyyk.

You tossed cans in the air as Siyeon tried her best to hit them with arrows. Every time she was about to hit her mark you nudged it slightly with the force. She couldn't notice at the time as her own force potential was in its infancy.

Honestly, you figured she didn't have the potential.

You could hear her frustration before she steeled her concentration, a look of determination crossing her face.

You did as you usually did and tossed the can in the air. However, as you nudged the can to the side it landed with a thud.

Arrow, dead centre.

Being the child of your parents you decided to experiment. After all, it could've been a lucky shot. However, no matter how much you altered the parameters she'd always hit her mark.

Even if you nudged it as hard as you could last minute.

As you felt the smell of wroshyr trees embrace your soul, you saw through her eyes.

You saw rivers of light in the night sky. The stars are the destination and the journey. You traced the art of the galaxy with your eyes before snapping back to reality.

You watched as your shots landed mid-barrel roll. Flowing like stones down a river. "You're welcome," you heard behind you.

"Thanks, Singni." You said as you fired a couple more shots picking off some stragglers.

"This is Wolf-1, we've punched a hole in the separatist blockade. So you're free to move Grave Squadron." She points out. "We'll cover your exit, though beers are on you back at Coruscant, Grave-1."

You hear a laugh through comms. "Sure thing Commander Lee."

You watch as the transporter holding the refugees left the hangar bay with a squadron at its rear.

it was oddly quiet, which unsettled you as you watched the transporter's hyperdrive power up.

Something was off.

You felt it before you could see it. You felt your thrusters kick into action as Siyeon surged her starfighter forward. You watched as Siyeon fired her entire complement of proton torpedos into open space.

If you didn't feel it yourself, you'd think she finally lost it. "Grave Squadron initiate your hyperdrives now," she commanded desperately.

"Yes, commander," you heard as a separatist frigate boomed into view. Though you noticed her torpedos had slipped behind their shields due to their sudden appearance.

You watch the transporter and Grave squadron blip away as an explosion rippled through the frigate.

"Be a dear and engage the hyperdrive," she said sweetly but you could feel the nervous energy emanating off of her.

You hastily engaged the hyperdrive letting Wreck choose the destination but, just as you were about to take off into hyperspace a stray laser connected with one of your thrusters.

You felt a sudden jolt as entered hyperspace.

You heard a collection of clicks and beeps from below your feet.

You hear Siyeon sigh, "what's the news?"

A pause and then another collection of clicks and beeps.

You hear Siyeon take a deep breath. "Alright, just pull us out of hyperspace near a hospitable planet and I'll release you from the socket."

Wreck beeps.

"What do you mean you can-" She says as her starfighter is violently ripped out of hyperspace.

Before you stood a sulfuric yellow nebula as you floated slowly towards it. "I'm gonna need your help with this one since Wreck doesn't know where we are," Siyeon pointed out grabbing the controls.

You quickly looked over the controls deciding to pump most of the power into the shields just in case. "What'd you need me to do?" you asked.

"I'm gonna need to connect to you through the force to help guide me through here. I'm a bit drained from earlier," she said as you felt the smell of the wroshyr trees of Kashyyyk fill your soul. You extend your connection forward to her.

"You can't play with y/n, little one," your master said. You open your eyes to see you're on Kachirho beach. Your master crouched beside a toddler Siyeon. "They're your greatest friend aren't they?"

She nods me meekly at the giant Wookiee.

"They are very sick and we don't know what will happen to them." He inspects Siyeon closely, "Does that scare you?"

She nods her head again once again. "Then believe young one, believe in the force to guide you through life. Then fight with the strength of your ancestors at your back," he smiles as he pats her. You felt no fear in his heart at his words. They were not whispered lies meant to assage a child's fears.

He meant them.

You felt flashes of memories through your brain. The ghost of a coughing fit leaves your lips as you stare back into young yellow eyes. You can see the weakness in the small child, most of all you can feel it in your chest.

You snap back to as Siyeon lands in what looked like a ruined city. If you had to guess by all the overgrown vegetation this city probably was abandoned thousands of years ago. As the cockpit opened up you felt a rush of something come over you as you scrambled to get out.

As your feet hit hard concrete your body purges itself of your recent food. Siyeon quickly rushes over and checks on you. "Is your vision okay?" worry audible in her voice.

The whole place just feels off as you wobble for a second before settling. "Yeah, I'm fine. Probably all the Gs catching up with me," you suggest.

"Alright, y/n. Just try to take it easy okay?" She asks rubbing your back slowly.

"Where are we anyway?" You asked as you wiped your mouth with the edge of your robe sleeve.

"I dunno, navcom and Wreck had no data on this place," she said pressing a button to disengage Wreck.

"Well, that's odd considering people lived here at some point." You pointed out. A piece of stone covered in vegetation caught your attention.

"How long will repairs take Wreck?" she asked the small purple astromech. The boom of thunder in the distance meant the planet wasn't going to do you any favours.

You heard a succession of clicks and beeps as you brushed away the vegetation. You were greeted by a symbol, a hexagon with six arrows extending outwards contained within a slightly bigger hexagon.

It meant nothing to you.

"12 hours?" she says astonished, he beeps in response. "No, I don't wanna help you in the pouring rain."

Almost right on queue, the sky begins to flood with rain as Wreck can only watch on as Siyeon grins as she skips over to you. "I think it's time we found some shelter don't you think?"

You couldn't agree more as water slowly seeped into your robes. "Lead the way commander Lee."

You're able to find a suitable source of shelter in the form of an old hotel. Though you originally planned to find your own room Siyeon was able to convince you to share a room for security reasons.

After all, if something did happen to either of you. It would stand to reason that'd be easier to react as a duo. Though it didn't calm either of your nerves.

Despite the lack of power, you manage to safely start a controlled fire while Siyeon made a makeshift chimney shaft.

Still wearing your soaked robes was doing you no favours. So you slowly removed your outer robes and accompanying armour pieces. Though you take some time to look over your gauntlets. They had the same finish as Grave's armour, a gift from him for your birthday. You would later learn from some of his troops that he'd spent days forging them himself to afford the best protection for you.

You vaguely remember the material being extremely important.

As you're left in an undershirt, which was nothing but a glorified singlet, pants and boots you could feel Siyeon's nerves spike. You turn around to see her avert her eyes with a gulp. "Everything okay?" You ask as she looked back towards you.

"..Uh, yeah I was just building up the courage to do the same," she said her eyes scanning over you. You'd definitely developed a lot more muscle since the last time she'd seen you on Kashyyyk. Her eyes traced your muscles until she noticed the small scars and burns on your arms.

You watched her slowly disrobe her upper half leaving her in an undershirt much like your own. "When did you get those?" She said looking at your arms.

"The older ones were from temple training from years ago. The newer ones? Geonosis." You said solemnly, Geonosis was your first real foray into combat. All the other times had been controlled situations. You still did better than most padawans that were drafted. You had Master Droll to thank for that one, he did his best to shield you from it as best as he could.

You peered over at her seeing if she had scars. She lacked any you could see. "I'm glad you did well on Geonosis," you say quietly.

"I wasn't on Geonosis," she whispers back. "I didn't become a padawan until a week after Geonosis."

"That's good, Geonosis was a mess. One minute, me and Master Droll were on a diplomacy mission on Naboo, the next minute we were on Geonosis fighting for our lives," you remember watching Padawan and Jedi Master alike falling around before spotting someone you hadn't seen since your initiate days. A Mandalorian girl who had been relegated to the service corps after her Master turned to the dark side. She shouldn't have been there.

You remember an explosion knocking her off-kilter sending her lightsaber flying. You dove in front of her calling her lightsaber to you as you attempted Jar'kai Shien for the first time. After all, you never really needed more than one lightsaber at the temple. Her lightsaber ignited into a golden-hued yellow. You held both in a reverse grip to defend a wider area behind you.

She sat there reeling from the explosion, her ears ringing the entire time as you defended her position. However, for every bolt deflected back there was five more. For every droid, you successfully destroyed with Shien another one would take its place.

Their march was endless and unceasing. Eventually, a shot nicked your knee causing your form to falter as you slipped onto one knee. Yet, you still did your best to deflect shots as you attempted to stand back up. Unsuccessfully at first, you could feel the whisper to embrace the pain to push through. But you remembered your Master's teachings and trusted the force to guide you.

"Grave, I'm gonna need a gunship or something to save a downed padawan," you asked, not exactly sure on what you were allowed to ask for.

"Right Commander, I'll send a detachment as soon as I can. Where is the location?" He asked over his transponder. You could hear the howl of combat roaring fiercely on his end.

"On me, I don't know how long I can last," you pointed out as shot skimmed your elbow. While you tried your best not to scream out in pain. Grave no doubt heard as you heard him politely requisition the biggest gun he could find.

"My commander needs me and unless you wanna be on the other side of this gun I suggest you get me on next gunship asap," he grunted before turning off his transponder. You realised he'd been quieter in the subsequent months after Geonosis. Though you were told he did get in trouble after Geonosis.

You fought through the pain as you deflected another three shots before you were hit in the thigh of the opposite leg. Then another in the shoulder, yet you still fought as your vision blurred slightly from the pain. Your movements get slowly by the moment.

Even when you were close to blacking out, you continued to fight. You attempted to dig into the force remembering your times with Minji. Hoping you could pull off something with half her power as you just tried to push forward.

A gust of wind is summoned from behind you. It was nowhere near as strong you wanted. However, as you watched a familiar Wookiee jump overhead lightsaber as blaster fire rained down from above.

Back up had arrived.

You were surprised to see only Grave bringing down absolute hell down on the droids. The rest of the detachment were medics looking over the Mandalorian girl. "Thank you, Commander, we may only be clones of a Mandalorian. But, we respect you looking out for one of our own."

You smile as you stumble over before getting caught by Grave. "There's no rush kid, she'll be alright. Ah, General Droll."

It would see your Master had fended off the assault. "What's the plan Master?"

"You're getting exfilled," he said as he gestured towards the gunship.

"I can still fight," you said attempting to stand without Grave's assistance. Only to faint.

"You've got a good kid on your hands."

Siyeon frowns at your words, which surprises you slightly. You were used to her having some sort of front, even when she nearly died she held it up. "I passed my initiate trials the day Geonosis happened. I remember hearing about Geonosis, I begged any Master to let me be their Padawan."

"Well that's certainly one way to become a Padawan," you teased with a smile. She quickly hit you in the knee and not softly.

"I'm being serious here," she said staring you in the eye. "I wasn't thirsty for battle like other initiates. I was... just. I was just."

She takes a deep breath as her eyes flutter rapidly. Her eyes clamp shut. "I was just so worried about you y/n." You see her try her best to fight it off but the tears flow anyway. She does her best to try and hide it.

You reach out with your hand which eagerly clasps with her own. She turns back to you. "I thought I'd lost you," her voice cracks as she speaks. Yet she continues, "I was finally catching up to you and then you get drafted into a war. I was so scared you were dead in a ditch somewhere. I'd already lost you once."

You pull her closer as she begins to sob into your chest.

Slowly her sobs lessen as you lie down on the floor. Her head resting on your chest as you rake your fingers through her hair. The rain brought you comfort as the fire embraced you with warmth. You closed your eyes and imagined you were still on Kashyyyk. You were with Siyeon embracing life without war or the force.

Peace.

You feel Siyeon's hand caress your cheek, you open your eyes finding yourself back in the hotel. She looks up at you, the warmth of the fire highlighting every beautiful feature on her face. She smiles sweetly at you, "sorry for waking you." She whispers.

"It's okay, everything alright?" You ask softly, her eyes entrancing your own.

You watch as her smile falters. Replaced with a rarely seen seriousness. "I'm not losing you again."

Your hand caresses her cheek, you watch as she smiles tenderly at your touch. "You won't," you promised her eyes scanning your lips.

She seals your promise with a deep kiss. Her luscious lips met yours in a moment you'd dreamed of. Elation spikes through your blood as she runs her hands through your hair.

Your lips part begrudgingly.

"I've been wanting to do that for so long," she said with a smile.

You're awoken by a feeling not so much as a noise. You quickly rush to the bathroom as your body tries to purge itself once again. Thankfully nothing comes up as you wash your face in the sink. However, as your gaze shifts to the mirror, you notice your eyes are yellow.

You blink and it's gone.

Before you can even rack your brain you feel a disturbance enter the vicinity. You quickly rush to the bedroom summoning your lightsaber to you. However, as you notice Siyeon's sleeping form and how peaceful she looked you couldn't bring yourself to stir her.

Hopefully, the problem wasn't too bad. You don your robes and armour as quietly as possible.

You find the disturbance drawing you to what you assumed was the city square. The rain pelted down harshly as you scanned around the rubble.

"Welcome to Dromund Kaas, capital to the old Sith Empire," Someone cackled from behind a plume of smoke. Footsteps indicating their approach. A red blade cackling to life through the smoke. "As well as the birthplace of the Conspiratorum."

You watched as the figure left the smoke revealing Master Castor. Though the Echani looked vastly different than when you last saw him. Gone was his refined appearance and his stoicism, replaced with a manic look in his silver eyes and what you hoped was red paint marring his face. His silver hair unruly and messy.

It seemed his whole personality had been a facade as you noticed even noticed his double-sided lightsaber had been replaced for a single saber.

"Now then, who should I take on as my apprentice?" He said, his smile making you grimace. You ignite your lightsaber watching as steam flows off your blade.

"I'd never be your apprentice," you scowl as you entered a defensive Djem So stance. You hear him tut his mouth at your words.

"You have no choice in the matter y/n," he points out with a laugh. "It's either you or Siyeon. Her attachment to you will lead to her fall."

You hated hearing him speak. You could tell he was taunting, the worst part was that it was working.

"But, to think the attachment went both ways," he laughed yet again, it was grated your ears. "So now I get my pick of the juiciest fruit for the Darkside."

You were sick of hearing him talk, your legs dug into the ground as you pounced at the former master.

He deflected your blow with the greatest of ease. "You have no chance against me young l/n. I'm an Enchani, combat is the language of my people. Don't think I didn't study your movements. I know what move you're gonna make before you do."

You can't help but scowl as you feel frustration building within you. You took a deep breath as you adjust your form. Form II otherwise known as Makashi or the Contention Form. You disliked using it after finding out Count Dooku was leading the Separatists.

But as a result, this would no doubt through Master Castor off. "How about this Master Castor?" You said with a smirk.

However, he only smiles in turn. "Yes, yes! You have surprises that definitely puts you ahead of Siyeon. But, Master Castor I am no longer. I'm known now as Darth Atrocitus of the Conspiratorum," he said with a gleeful look in his eye. He was almost boasting to you. You could feel waves of pride coming off of him.

Taking that as a signal to attack you dashed deftly to his weak side and attempted a jab with your blade. However, as Atrocitus when to parry your strike, you danced backwards before engaging once again. You were relying on Makashi's footwork to see you through this fight.

Or at the very least to allow you to survive long enough for help to arrive. Though you disliked the idea of Siyeon being around for this. Though you hoped your Master was still hot on Atrocitus' trail.

"Thinking of your master in a moment like this?" Atrocitus teased blocking your strike before pushing you back slightly with the force. "Your Master won't be coming Padawan."

His hand gathered a drop of blood off his face. Before tasting it. "Wookiee blood does taste so good."

You feel your rage flare to life remembering the small moments with your Master. He looked after you like he was your older sibling. You remember when rations were tight on Geonosis and he sacrificed his rations to make sure you were well fed.

The day he proudly returned to Kashyyyk his eyes alight with pride as he showed off to his parents. He promised that he'd take you back to see your parents when you became a knight.

A promise you were eager to keep.

A promise, now unfulfilled.

You quickly reverted to Djem So as you assaulted Atrocitus with an unending barrage. Each blow was stronger than the last, each strike slowly casting aside his guard.

Yet his laugh howled in your ears. "Yes, get angry. Hate me! Kill me!" He taunted, "Give into the Darkside."

You hated every fibre of his being. You wouldn't let him anywhere near Siyeon even if it was the last thing you did.

You could the dark clouds of the Darkside slowly infest your mind. You only needed to embrace it for a moment longer as you tossed Atrocitus' guard aside.

"Strike me down," he commanded.

A decisive blow was all you needed. However, you could feel your mind corrupting under the influence. The moments in the hotel flashed back to your mind.

Her sweet doe-eyed smile as you shared in an embrace.

Destroy him.

The tender embrace of her lips.

Leave nothing behind.

How could you bring yourself to be with her if you crossed that line?

You hesitate as you feel the embrace of the light side.

"Weak," Atrocitus utters as he shocks you with Sith lightning. Sending you reeling backwards as he launches you away. Your head connects awkwardly with rubble and your vision goes blurry.

"You fall before Darth Atrocitus the Conspiratorum's Wrath," he utters with glee. "Siyeon will serve me well as an apprentice."

However, you hear the ignition of a lightsaber behind you. Your skin basking in its crimson glow as a black-clad figure steps over you. Their armour was ancient and worn. You feel like you're caught in a storm of pure malevolence. Yet you feel oddly safe like being in the eye of a hurricane.

"A pretender wishes to take up the title of Wrath and my name," You hear the figure state calmly. You still hear the makings of an imperial accent even through the rasp of the helmet. "A facsimile of a Jedi. A mere runt in the ways of the force. I'll show you the true power of the Darkside."

Siyeon peered over the pyramid in her hand. The Holocron of one Darth Nox. No doubt a wealth of knowledge and power. It was at most an insurance policy, something to dig into if your life was in danger.

She still tossed over the idea of just destroying it now to avoid temptation. Your scars came to mind and she knew she wouldn't have the heart to destroy it.

She's brought out of her thoughts by an explosion of Darkside energy. She quickly activates her transponder. "Hey is y/n with you Wreck?" she asked worryingly.

"They're not with me lover girl," the droid quickly responds. "Your ship is ready to go though."

She doesn't respond instantly knowing you're in the thick of it. She hastily puts her gear on and races towards the city square.

Her eyes catch you and a man that looked like Master Castor. However, his movements were slightly off, they didn't have years of experience like Master Castor. Those small differences told her that he wasn't Master Castor.

A clone, she reasoned.

She was thankful for teaching her to recognise people like an Enchani. A skill that had come in useful many times.

That's also how she knew you weren't the one in control. Your movements had too much experience and practice. Like someone who had gone through decades of war. Not to mention the change in favoured lightsaber form.

Juyo, the seventh form otherwise known as Ferocity Form. A form that had been banned in recent times due to it tempting many to the Darkside.

She watched as you effortlessly fended him back, you were toying with him. "You're not even a real Jedi and you pretend to be Sith?" You laugh slightly, the accent unrecognisable to Siyeon. But it was foreign.

"I will lead a New Sith Empire," Atrocitus barks back even as his strikes get bounced back against your pure ferocity.

You deflect another blow before sending him careening into a wall with tremendous pressure. The wall begins to crack as you express more power in the force. "Dromund Kaas does not welcome you, would-be Atrocitus. You have no Sith blood in you."

She notices your yellow eyes look at her and she feels the fear surge in her heart. Scared she'd have to fight you under the influence of some other thing. She didn't want to hurt her y/n.

However, its influence over you falters as your feelings surface.

Atrocitus makes his counterattack as the external influence fights you again for control. "You really had me going there for a second runt."

His boot connects with your chest, you stumble backwards fighting the influence begging for control. Atrocitus knocks your lightsaber out of your hand with a smack.

Siyeon can only watch on in horror. Her legs carried her as fast they can but she knows she won't be fast enough.

"Y/N!" She screams as Atrocitus only smiles as he swings at your head.

She watches as your body slumps over like a ragdoll. Sorrow surged through her veins as she stabs Atrocitus through the heart as he smiles.

Pain brings your mind back to the front. You feel pain sear into your soul across the bridge of your nose, just below your eyes.

Nothing breaks you more as you watch the yellow fade from her eyes.

You feel Kashyyyk burn around you as you feel her heartache as she looks at you.

She knew something was off about Master Castor, she knew that she should've said something when he first started acting strange. When he first started asking about you instead of worrying about her sense of attachment.

But instead, she viewed it as an easier way to find you again.

She was supposed to protect you, not send more harm your way.

You tried to say something, anything as shock began to grip her heart. But the pain gripping your body prevented you. You were barely still awake as it was.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered as cinder and ash filled your lungs. The flames roared to life as she pulled out a knife.

All you could do was watch as she severed her Padawan braid and placed it into your hand. Tears streamed down her face as she kissed your forehead. You felt the sorrow overwhelming her as she spoke. "I'm so sorry y/n."

You watch as she slowly gets up and grasps her former master's lightsaber. You push yourself to do anything, however, all you can do is reach out and croak out a single word. "Sin..gni."

Darkness accepts your consciousness.

Author notes: Sooooo there’s an antagonist group now. Things are now spiraling into me having to make more things up. Anyway I hope this interesting enough that you’ll keep reading. At the very least to see what I bring to the table in terms of flavour.

I hope the angst wasn’t too bad and the character arc set up was at least worth the potential pain. At the very least I like the direction I’m taking Siyeon’s character in this AU. I did originally plan to just make Siyeon a Dark Jedi out the gate. Not that I typically plan things out too much. That was just the vibe I was going for.

Anyway Dami is definitely up next for a chapter this time. Even if you see a teaser in response to this chapter for anything else.

I’m interested to see anyone’s thoughts on what I should do with some of the other members because I’m hesitant to make many more of them force sensitive. Not because I dislike the other members it’s just it feels like a waste to not explore some of the other ideas that are available in an AU like Star Wars

Anyway I hope you have a good start, rest of or end of your day.

Arohanui everyone.

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Dolls AU: Mama

Well, it’s been a year since “Mama’s Day” and it seems prudent to answer the as of yet unasked question of just how Chaton started calling Marinette “Mama”.

Enjoy!

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Chaton liked his Creator. He liked her more than he could really explain.

She was nice and kind and cared about him lots. She made things for him to have for his very own. She talked to him and hugged him every day. She made him a little bed of his own. And the Box—which was both a blessing and curse sometimes.

She let him take naps on her. She recognized his preferences and adjusted to them, making a floor pillow in a sunny spot when he wanted to nap in a sunbeam or a place for a little blanket nest in a dark corner of his Box when he didn’t feel up for anything. She seemed to read his moods. Not perfectly, of course. It’s taking time for them to be able to communicate properly.

She couldn’t always take him with her, which made him sad, but she found ways around it. She sometimes took him to the Guardian to look after him (who was nice even if he kept asking Chaton questions he didn’t understand and wanting him to try yucky drinks). And when the Guardian wasn’t available and she had to leave Chaton in her room, she went out of her way to make sure he had things to entertain himself with when he was alone.

But he always liked it best when she was there. Even if she admonished him or didn’t let him touch something.

She was the best Creator he could ever want. And he cared about her lots, too. He was always happier when she was around.

His feelings for her felt bigger than his whole body, and he wished he could put a name to them. He wanted to, though.

But what name would fit? Was there a single word that could indicate all of his feelings? The joy of hearing her call out a greeting to him when she was returning after a long day at school? The satisfaction at seeing the pride in her eyes when he learned something new? The relief of her holding him and reassuring him of her safety after an akuma attack? The way her hands seemed to mesmerize him as he watched her work. The simple feeling of contentedness of sitting with her as she rubbed a hand across his head. The desire above all to see her happy.

What word could say all of that?

He decided to search for the words so he could share them with her. Mostly through the “enter-net” in her “compute-her” since he was still too new to go out alone and he didn’t want her to know what he was doing.

He found a lot of words.

“Thank you” and “Gratitude” for appreciation for her kindness.

“Care” and “Concern” for her wellbeing and wanting to see her healthy and happy.

“Happiness” when she was there. “Lonely” when she wasn’t.

Then there was the big one. “Love”.

Did he love his Creator?

Looking up more on the subject, he felt he did. But it was too big. Too vast. Too vague to really hit upon his feelings for her.

He learned that he could love someone. He learned he could love many people. He learned he could love in different ways.

But how?

He didn’t understand it. His only examples were from the “enter-net” and from the Creator herself.

The Creator, who loved everyone, it seemed. She loved her friends. She loved the people downstairs. She loved the pink floaty thing he had to share her with. And she certainly seemed to love the boy whose pictures she kept on her walls.

That’s a lot of love. But she was big, so it makes sense she has a lot more love in her than he did. Because right now, he only loved her, and he didn’t even know how to explain that. He couldn’t find the answer, no matter how many days he spent thinking about it.

If the Creator noticed, she didn’t pry. She simply assured him that he could talk to her if he needed anything.

Everything came to a head one particular day when he’d had enough of thinking and decided he needed to go out and actually find the answer.

He made it about as far as downstairs where the Creator and the two other people were making something that smelled good and he got distracted.

It wasn’t his fault! The cookies were so big and tasty-looking! And they smelled delicious! It was too tempting! And it was only one. It wasn’t like they would miss it, right?

He had made his way onto the counter and over to the pan where the items of ooey gooey goodness were. But he was only limitedly aware of the change in temperature the closer he got to the pan. And even less aware of what that change meant.

Not until he touched the pan and a burning pain lanced through his hand.

Without thinking, he cried out in hurt and alarm. His “voice” wasn’t like his Creator’s or the floaty thing’s or even any of the other people he had observed. It was more of a feeling, a pulse of alarm spread empathetically. So fortunately, those who lacked magic or a strong empathic ability couldn’t feel him, so he remained undetected by the big man or the small lady.

Unfortunately, both the Creator and the floating thing were nearby and fully felt his cry.

Within seconds, there was a thunder of footsteps as the Creator rushed into the room.

“Chaton!” She gasped, reaching out and taking him into her arms. She checked him for any injuries, whispering to him and questioning what happened.

He raised up his hand to her, showing the spot where he touched the hot pan.

She looked over the spot he showed her, frowning in consideration. “It’s not burned at least, and no lasting damage from what I can see. But I bet that hurt, huh?”

He nodded, gazing up at her with little tears of magic pooling in his eyes.

“No no, none of that!” She said, wiping away the magic with a piece of cloth she grabbed from nearby. “You need that magic to keep yourself sustained.”

Finding out he cried magic was….not a pleasant experience. And certainly not something he wanted to repeat. He had certainly worried Creator as she stayed by him for hours trying to replenish what he had lost.

But it hurt though!

“I know it hurts. But I’ll take you upstairs and heal your hand.” She assured him as she stuck the cloth in her pocket for safe retraction and disposal later.

It wouldn’t hurt for long then, at least. And it was already helping just to be this close to her.

“Marinette? Did something happen?” The other woman asked, entering the room.

“It’s nothing! I just…uh…” She glanced around and then down at Chaton who was now trying very hard not to move like she’d instructed him to do when someone else was around. “I just accidentally left Chaton downstairs and he ended up a little too close to the pans.”

The woman frowned at that. “You know that isn’t safe! You need to make sure to leave your projects upstairs or at the very least away from the stove. They could catch on fire!”

“I know, Mom! And I’m really sorry. I just got caught up in helping and misplaced him. So I’m going to take him upstairs right now!”

With that, Creator held Chaton carefully in her arms as she made her way upstairs. Both leaving before they could hear the woman’s questions of when the doll had gotten there as she hadn’t recalled seeing him when she had taken the pans out of the oven…

Once in the safety of her room, Creator set Chaton down on the desk where they could see each other on an even level as she checked over his hand.

“You can’t touch the stove or pans when they’re hot or this happens, Chaton. You could have been hurt worse.”

He lowered his head. He hadn’t meant to get burned. He just hadn’t known it could do that. He would bear that in mind for next time. And be more careful.

“I was really worried about you. Mom was right that it could have been worse.”

…Mom?

“I’m just really glad it you’re safe. I’m still new at using magic to heal, but I can fix this up at least.” She said as she allowed her magic to spread over the cloth of his hand where he had touched the pan, numbing the pain as well as repairing and restrengthening the threads.

Her magic was still inexperienced, but she was getting better with the help of the pink floating thing talking her through it.

Soon enough, Creator was wrapping a cloth bandage around his hand.

“It’s probably unnecessary since you don’t bleed, but it’ll help it heal faster.” She explained, finishing the wrapping. “All done!”

And then she kissed the top of his head.

“I’m glad you’re okay, Chaton.”

He felt the warmth flooding through him once more.

“You’re getting better, Marinette! He should be well and healed by tomorrow!”

“Thanks, Tikki.” She said with a smile before dealing with the residual magic still in the cloth she had wiped Chaton’s tears with from earlier.

Really, tomorrow may be too much, because it already felt better. She really was strong.

Chaton barely gave notice though, too lost in thought.

It was the second time he heard that word. It stuck out to him.

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Dealing with leaked magic was never easy, but it was necessary. The last thing they needed was another incident like a magic-induced trash kraken or a spillage of chaotic-based luck.

But Chaton had been pretty quiet afterwards…

She turned back to her desk, seeing the doll still sitting on the desk where she’d left him. He appeared to be looking rather subdued. She hoped he wasn’t still upset or hurt by what happened earlier.

“You okay, Chaton? Is something bothering you?” She asked.

He looked up at her, frowning uncertainly.

“Mom? What Mom?”

She blinked in surprise. “What?”

“You call ‘Mom’. What Mom mean?”

Was that was he was so concerned about?

“Well, a Mom is…” She frowned, thinking. “A…a female parent. They can also be called ‘Mother’ or ‘Mama’ or some other variant depending on the language.”

“Mama?” He tilted his head in curiosity, listening carefully.

“Like—like my Mom! She made me. She’s raised me.” Marinette smiled as she thought of her. “She’s been looking after me as I grow up. She’s taught me things—supported me when I was right and corrected me when I was wrong. She’s looked out for me and helped to protect me. She’s someone I love dearly because she loves me.”

He stared at her, his eyes wide in awe as he seemed to be absorbing everything she said. After a few seconds, he suddenly nodded.

“Like you to me?”

That got her attention.

“WHAT?!”

For Chaton, it couldn’t have made more sense.

Creator was talking to him like her Mama had talked to her.

Creator protected him. She made sure he was safe and healed his injuries.

Creator gave him kisses and hugs.

Creator made him happy.

“Are you…my Mama?”

And Marinette….

Marinette was at a loss.

Because she wasn’t! After all, she was still a teenager! And Chaton was magic! And she had no idea what she was doing!

“But…I’m not…that isn’t…I can’t be…”

“If you think about it, you kind of are.” Tikki interjected, cutting off her spiraling thoughts. “You made Chaton. You’ve been taking care of him—at least as well as you can given the circumstances. And he is in a lot of ways like an actual child. One you’ve been helping to grow.”

The kwami giggled.

“In a way, you are his mother.”

Marinette looked back and forth between Tikki’s knowing look and Chaton’s hopeful gaze.

“But…is it okay?”

What rules were there about this sort of thing? What made someone a mother anyway? Marinette hadn’t done anything to actually become a mother, so having it suddenly brought up to her felt like it was coming from out of left field.

She knew she was a caretaker for Chaton. But a Mother…?

Except…

When it came down to it, whose call was it, really?

“Do you…want me to be your mother?”

Chaton smiled, bouncing slightly.

“Give hugs and kisses! Pet me and make me things! Keep me safe and happy! Love you lots! Good Mama! Happy with Mama!”

Tikki giggled again. “I think it’s been decided, Marinette.”

Marinette rolled her eyes at Tikki but didn’t argue. She looked down at Chaton fondly.

Chaton merely smiled back up at her.

This…certainly changed things.

But then again, Marinette reasoned as she hugged Chaton close, maybe it was only putting a name to what was already there.

#ml fic #dolls au #mominette #marinette dupain cheng #chaton noir #little chat noir #chat noir doll #tikki #sabine dupain cheng #ml fluff #mama's day #mama marinette

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auxiliarydetective · 2 years

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So this is actually happening, huh?

Hogan's Heroes Fusion AU

Of course, this involves Vicky... I love her, okay?

Don't ask me how this would specifically function, but I've got some basic concept criteria.

Fusion may make you think of Steven Universe and that's definitely where my brain got the idea from. But I want to make it very clear that the Heroes are still human

The whole fusion issue probably started on a mission. They wanted to destroy a research facility of the Germans and all got caught in the shock wave of the explosion for one reason or another. Little did they know that was enough to permanently change their DNA

They probably figured it out out of pure happenstance. With how close they're always standing to each other, it could definitely happen

Now, they're still far from gems. They look completely human and have no special abilities - until they actually fuse. The fusions themselves are also very humanoid, not monster-like like Sugillite or Malachite.

Fusing can happen willingly (without the dancing, it’s something nice from SU but wouldn’t be necessary for this AU. Some people may still do it to be able to synchronize better) or unwillingly (as an accident or even forced by one of the components)

As for the fusions I already have... I don't really have fusion names yet. It's not like I can simply use gem names, so if you have any idea, let me know. For now, I decided to give them code names similar to the ones used while communicating with the submarine or London.

Newkirk/Vicky

Of course, this was the first one I thought of. This is what got the whole idea running. Just the image of the two of them fusing and the result being this androgynous, sarcastic trickster. Their fusion is only a bit shorter than Newkirk normally is and also has more of his body type than Vicky's. Thanks to how their facial features mix together, they can pass off has both a man or a woman easily, depending on what clothes they wear. Clothes are also a very good point because their main special ability is conjuring. That includes perfectly sewn clothes for their body type, cards for a trick, coins... The only downside is that whatever they conjure can't last for long away from them and immediately dissolves when they unfuse. They can also duplicate their two arms into four, making them an even better thief and cheater - and able to sew faster. Their hand-eye coordination is incredible. A possible codename for them would be Hermes, god of thieves and sometimes depicted as a trickster. Another thing to note is that they're a very stable fusion, remarkably stable for Newkirk's standards. Vicky puts up better with his moody, cynical nature than anyone else, only being rivaled by Kinch. They also have the least issues with speech patterns because they both have a British accent and Vicky has started picking up Newkirk's speech habits anyways. They sometimes fuse casually, for example to get a sewing job done more quickly or because they actually feel comfortable together. Also, fun fact, they definitely have an alternate variant of Newkirk's habit to constantly lounge on his or someone else's bed.

Hogan/Vicky

In terms of stability, this is the opposite of Vicky/Newkirk. The two of them don't get along at all as a fusion because they can't keep silent about their thoughts on each other when fused and their ideals and plans tend to conflict. But because their ability is so powerful, they have to fuse occasionally. When fused, they can use a form of Jedi mind trick, putting words into other people's mouths and manipulating them. They can also turn invisible for a short time. Their codename is Juno, queen of gods.

Carter/Vicky

This is the sweetest fusion by far. Their codename is Allison, don't ask why. I actually don't know. It was probably one of their random ideas. They also might actually be the most stable fusion and the most comfortable being fused. Unlike Vicky/Newkirk, they don't fuse for their day-to-day tasks, because Vicky doesn't know anything about Carter's job and doesn't want to make a negative impact. But they do fuse randomly, for some reason, just because they can. Allison is a lot less clumsy than Carter is and has actual control over what they say. They do still have the habit of saying things without thinking first, but only when they're comfortable. Whatever they say is either lovably stupid or wholesome. They're just sugar sweet. Also, they're surprisingly agile and strong. Their ability is shape-shifting complete with clothes and voice modulation. So as long as they know what the person looks and sounds like, they can exactly copy them with a bit of acting skill involved. They use these abilities pretty liberally, sometimes to make jokes too. Makes it very easy to sneak Vicky into the barracks or Carter out. They just use their fusion abilities to turn into one or the other. Let's say Carter needs to be walking around the camp at night because he needs to get a car to place a bomb somewhere. Vicky and Carter fuse and Allison turns into Vicky. Now, their behaviour just shifts completely to Vicky's, sort of blocking out Carter's side of the coin. They walk right through the search lights completely fine, get a car and can just drive through the front gate. Problem solved, now Carter (or Allison) can place that bomb.

I actually haven't worked the other fusions out yet, but one of LeBeau's fusions would definitely have the ability to talk to animals and Kinch's fusion with either Vicky or Hogan would have telepathy. Maybe his fusion with Carter would have electrokinesis or simply be able to sabotage any appliance or make it short-circuit.

#hogan's heroes #fusion au #peter newkirk #oc: vicky brandt #zoe allen #robert hogan #andrew carter #louis lebeau #james kinchloe

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nattikay · 4 years

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Just some quick before-bed troll thoughts:

In the Hero with a Thousand Faces episode, Blinky makes an offhand comment when Jim calls him about the first clone: “Are you sure he’s an exact duplicate? Humans do all look alike!”

This concept is actually a documented phenomenon. We’re best at differentiating details between what we’re familiar with. There’s a study out there where babies were shown a series of faces, including humans and various monkeys, while the researchers examined how their brains responded. They found that younger babies were able to differentiate between individual variation in each face. However, when those same babies were brought back in a few months later, they could still differentiate human faces but were no longer able to differentiate monkeys of the same species. This is because their brains were adapting--there’s no practical need to recognize individual monkeys; a chimp is a chimp and doesn’t really have much bearing on that baby’s life, so their brain just stops focusing on it. On the other hand, they interact with humans daily and it’s pretty important to be able to recognize one’s mom over some creepy stranger.

There was a similar study where babies were shown various “scary” images, trying to determine how fears develop or something (I don’t remember exactly oof). A lot of distorted faces that adults or older children would find deeply unsettling...didn’t really affect the babies. This is because the disturbing part of those kind of images didn’t have much to do with the images themselves, but rather the wrongness of them. The “that’s not quite right...” factor. The babies had not yet developed a sense of “normal”, and therefore the scary faces weren’t a distortion, but rather simply another thing to look at and learn about.

tl;dr a lot of how we perceive appearances comes down to what we’re accustomed to. What we’ve grown up with. And clearly, if Blinky’s line is anything to go by, trolls are not immune to this!

...which brings us to Jim. aka half-troll Jim. But we usually just refer to him as troll Jim.

Why? Well, partly because it’s shorter, I’m sure. But also, I think...because from our frame of reference, as humans, the trollishness is what defines him, appearance-wise.

I’ve seen many fans say that Jim doesn’t really look “half” troll, he looks fully troll. I don’t quite agree but I can understand where they’re coming from. We, as humans accustomed to humans, look at halftroll!Jim and say, man, he’s got horns and tusks and stony blue skin. That is decidedly Not Human™. And of course we do! That’s how our brains work.

But...let’s take a minute to consider it in reverse because man what a cool thought that is.

Imagine your average troll looking at halftroll!Jim and thinking, man, he may have horns and such but what’s up with his nose? why are his nostrils so low, how does he breath like that? Why does he have fur on his eyebrows? Why is he so...human-shaped?

It would just be SUCH an interesting take worldbuilding-wise, like Jim being half-troll half-human looks just as humanish to the troll’s minds as he looks trollish to our human minds. And that’s so hard to comprehend because it’s beyond our experience! Which is just a really cool concept!! To try to imagine the perspective of this fantasy culture that lives with little human contact, and how differently or similarly they would perceive the world, and in what ways! Like MAN that is fascinating.

...which is why I was a little disappointed that Callista barely even believes Jim when he tells her he’s half-human, and none of the ancient trolls seem to take notice that no, he doesn’t really look like a normal troll.

Now, I don’t blame the writers for this, because such an exploration wasn’t necessarily to the plot and, of course, they had very limited time to squeeze everything in there. Plus honestly I simply don’t think they really thought about it quite so hard because--surprise surprise--they are human! Writing a story for humans.

I suppose in-universe part of it could be explained by the fact that troll races are much more physically diverse than human races, so they’d see Jim and be like, huh that guy looks kinda weird, but maybe he’s just a rare variant we’ve never met before from some far-off tribe, don’t wanna be rude ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Regardless, it sure is interesting to think about. Man I just love hybrid characters y’all. They’re so fascinating.

bonus ramblings for the like 3 people who are into my future AU (aka ship (mostly jlaire) babies)

Jim and Claire’s kids are accustomed to both trolls and humans, and are attuned to recognize the individuality of both species since they grew up with both, are themselves a hybrid of both, and heck their own parents are a human and a half-troll; they interact with both trolls and humans daily. In fact, it might not have been until they were slightly older (perhaps around school age) that they really realized that trolls and humans were actually two separate species. Sounds ludicrous to us, but to them, growing up among both, raised by both? That’s just part of their world yo. They’ve never known anything different.

Similarly, troll faces wouldn’t be scary to them like said faces might be to a human child, because again--that’s utterly normal to them.

just really cool to think about man

#tales of arcadia #trollhunters #wizards #toa wizards #jim lake jr #troll jim #just some thoughts #and another reason I'm disappointed they reversed Jim's transformation as it removes the potential to explore stuff like this with him #oh well...I guess that's what AUs and fan content are for :P #will this still be legible in the morning? wHO KNOWS #wizards spoilers

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popatochisssp · 5 years

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Skele-Nicknames

Now that I’ve officially premiered the names I use to differentiate all my AU skeletons, I feel like I should have some sort of masterpost for it so! Here it is!

Sans (Undertale): Too lazy to change his name and he’s from the prime universe anyway, why should he have to change? He was wearing it first, y’know, before it was cool...

Papyrus (Undertale): Well, he’s from the prime universe, too, and if Sans isn’t changing, then he isn’t changing either! ‘Papyrus’ is a magnificent name and he’s going to keep it!

Sky (Underswap Sans): He’s got a pretty good eye for color and notices that the color of his magic is slightly off from Sans’, less cyan-blue and more...well, sky-blue. Huh, that actually makes a pretty good nickname, he can work with that!

Paps (Underswap Papyrus): Mmm, he doesn’t really want to change his name, he’d take forever to start responding to a nickname... Can’t he just shorten it? Apparently yes: cool, he’ll go with that, then. 👌

Damn Swap boys, though, starting a trend, because...

Jasper (Underfell Sans): Magic color, is that how we’re doin’ this? Fine, call him ‘Hot Rod.’ No, nobody is calling you that, dude, pick something else. Damn, alright, whatever. He googles ‘red things’ on his phone until he finds the least offensive thing that nobody could possibly object to, so there-- his nickname is a rock. Happy? Yes, Jasper, it’s better than calling you Candy Apple.

Pyre (Underfell Papyrus): He doesn’t want to change his name, either! Papyrus is right, their name is magnificent, he’s not going to part with it just because there’s four more of them than there usually are! ...But he can see how this could get confusing... Paps has set the precedent for the name-shortening so he’ll do that, too, and he picks the best, most intimidating section of their name! Did you know that a ‘pyre’ is what humans burn their dead bodies on? That’s pretty badass and cool, isn’t it? Yes, Pyre, you’re 2kool4skool, we love you.

Mal (Swapfell Sans): Well, now, Pyre isn’t the only one here who knows how to be pretentious and extra! Mal’s nickname is actually short for ‘Malbec,’ a type of red wine that pours purple-- and the abbreviated form is the Latin prefix for ‘bad’ and ‘evil,’ much like The Malevolent Sans himself! Check out the symbolic layers on that nickname choice, isn’t he the cleverest? We are in awe, Mal, truly incredible.

Rus (Swapfell Papyrus): Aw man, he doesn’t want to fight anybody over what name people call him... What segment of their name is left? Just the end bit? Yeah, that’s fine, he’ll take it, he can respond to ‘Rus,’ no problem. Easy-peasy.

Slate (Horrortale Sans): Huh. Well, it seems like all the Sanses are sticking to magic color and he’s not exactly keen on being a trailblazer... His magic is a little more grayed out than Sans Classic, unfortunate consequence of, uh...consuming monster dust Well, anyway! Slate blue is a color, he’ll go by ‘Slate,’ boom, done. There may also be a little symbolism in there that he likes (‘starting with a clean slate’), but he’s not about to point it out to anybody.

Papy (Horrortale Papyrus): Well, damn it, all his counterparts picked over all the abbreviated segments of their name! Those bastards! Is he going to have to be the only Papyrus not to get to keep part of his own name? Uncool! It takes him awhile to realize that there’s still an open variant of the first part that Paps didn’t take all of, and ‘Papy’ sounds...alright. Not bad! Kinda...kinda cute, actually, non-threatening even, and he really likes that. Papy it is, then!

So, more or less...

#for reference #headcanons #sans #papyrus #underswap #us!sans #us!papyrus #underfell #uf!sans #uf!papyrus #swapfell/fellswap #sf!sans #sf!papyrus #horrortale #ht!sans #ht!papyrus

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silenthillmutual · 5 years

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pride week - day 5 - AU free-for-all so this AU is a crossover because when i first looked at the prompt i was like half-asleep and thought it said crossover. whoops.

He’s coming to the conclusion that Kiyotaka’s family is just fucking weird. He’s still not exactly sure what their relationship status is, since they’ve only been on like two and a half dates that might have not even been dates and nothing between them seems to have actually changed - but even speaking as a best friend, it was just really fucking bizarre

The other sections of the bake sale that did not have an entire bottle’s worth of food coloring dumped into the mix did exceedingly well, letting them schedule trips to meet up and hang out with the GSAs from other colelges in the area. It was a neat little idea Makoto and Kiyotaka had come up with on their own time that also kinda made Mondo want to punch himself in the face.

It mostly just starts with this: he thinks he has competition.

The reason he thinks this is because Leon tells him he does. They’re meeting with MU in a bowling alley that’s somewhere in between both schools and while it’s not the only GSA in the area, it is the only one available or interested in reaching out to them. And the gaggle of students who pick to play against them in a four-on-four match just happens to consist of three rough looking boys and one chick.

Striek one. It’s not exactly a secret that Taka has a type, and that type is punks. (Well, and Makoto; but he’s everybody’s type, so he doesn’t count.) He’s never said out loud that he finds that kinda thing appealing, but Hifumi’s Halloween Theme suggestion, “Book of Eibon” (which earned him the group name moniker Anime Trash) really took. People dressed as whatever they found most attractive - or in Hifumi’s and Chihiro’s cases, the kind of aesthetic they really dug.

Hifumi’s magical girl outfit was absolutely outstanding. They really did have to give him that.

...where was he? Right. Taka had shown up to the party in all secondhand clothes, studded belt and motorcycle boots and fake piercings, pleather jacket over an embroidered white vest covered in safety pins. It sure as shit left an impression.

And it was such a goddamn come-on. he’d thought before then that Taka’s staring was judgmental and had a hard time stringing two words together at the implication that he was staring because he was attracted to Mondo.

Not that Mondo was the only punk in the group. Tanaka flushed and tried to hide beneath his scarf, realizing too late he didn’t have it included in the regal get-up he came dressed in. And Leon said to Mondo, “If I wasn’t straight, I’d so hit that.”

Leon figured out pretty quickly that he wasn’t straight, and also that Taka was way off limits.

Mondo’s been trying to figure out how to take a more direct approach, since Taka’s misconstrued all his flirting as friendliness. Which - okay, yeah. He’s kind of learned along the way that he might also be in love with the guy platonically, too. he is the best friend, in terms of quality, that Mondo’s ever had, and he doesn’t plan on that shit changing just ‘cause he wants to add hand-holding into the mix.

So strike two is this: Ishimaru seems to actually know the guy in too much purple who practically launches himself at him. They embrace in a tight hug, and that smug asshole has his hairstyle too. Rude. Utterly, unbelievably rude.

The guy introduces himself as Josuke. He looks like he might be a couple years older than them, with pretty blue eyes. He’s the president of the MU GSA, which he does not hesitate to tell Kiyotaka, “I love what you did with the name, dude. Very kewl.”

Kewl. Like he’s fucking twelve and it’s the nineties.

Taka blushes like he does when he’s embarrassed or flattered and it takes a lot for Mondo not to slug the guy. He’s really only distracted from Kiyotaka’s refusal of the credit by the guy with the little ponytail and two-toned grey hair saying to him “Hey, man, nice mods,” referring to his jacket.

He’s kind of forgotten about it. He doesn’t wear the longer coat he had in high school anymore because yeah, he’s not in high school anymore, thank you very much Daiya. “Uh, thanks,” he says, but the shorter one with the kinda silvery blonde hair is smirking at it, mouthing the words Crazy Diamonds under his breath. Like it’s some kind of joke.

“I’m Okuyasu,” he says, and nudges the blonde so hard the guy almost falls over. “Shit, sorry - this is Koichi.”

“Right,” he says, not liking the look of private joking between the two of them. “I’m Mondo.”

“I’m Leon,” Leon all but shouts, almost crawling on Mondo’s back to extend his hand to the two boys and - of course, of fucking course - the girl with the knee-length black hair. “And you are?”

“Yukako,” she says, and Mondo’s never before heard someone say their own name with such deep and intense hatred.

There’s not a single thing about these people he trusts. The guys might seem nice, but he’s always hated the feeling that people are laughing at him. And that girl? She looks like she’s ready to commit murder.

At least the jackass in the purple-and-yellow shirt is done taking up Kiyotaka’s time, only that Kiyotaka looks kind of embarrassed now. He’s not sure if that’s better or worse than his flustered face. But he punches in their names on the board to distract himself, and Josuke comes up to Mondo and sits so close their knees are touching. “So,” he says, “You’re his kyoudai, huh?”

“Kyoudai?” Okuyasu says. “Man, how come we can’t get cool nicknames like that?”

“Yes, please start calling each other bro. That won’t get irritating at all,” Yukako snipes from where she’s sitting.

“Yukako, come on,” Koichi says, turning to look back at her. “You promised you’d be nice today.”

She looks torn, but sighs, and Mondo thinks he hears her mutter “Only for you.”

“Dude,” Leon says, “You gotta teach me.”

One thing Mondo can say about the kids from MU is that, except for Yukako, they suck at bowling. And that does make him feel a little better, if only in a shallow way.

It’s kind of irritating, and that irritation must be obvious to everyone involved, because Kiyotaka has tried his best to keep Mondo and Josuke separated. Leon’s pretty chill, and Makoto can make friends with everyone, but it just seems strange to Mondo that he spent so long trying to get on friendly terms with Taka only for some other guy - a complete stranger from a different school to just undermine that -

Makoto pats his shoulder, like the way you’d pet a dog to soothe it. “Calm down, Mondo,” he says. “He’s just being friendly.”

Maybe he is. Mondo can accept that there exists, somewhere, a possibility that Josuke is just a nice guy, like a punk version of Makoto, but he’s gotten so deep in his own sense of insecurity and paranoia that every time Josuke so much as talks at him or is friendly with Kiyotaka...

Well, it feels like he’s being mocked.

He might be a little jealous.

And when Taka leaves to head out to the bathroom, he might call Josuke’s hair stupid.

Koichi, for whatever that’s worth, and Okuyasu and he goddamn swear Yukako’s hair all jump in to restrain Josuke from throwing punches. Leon slaps his arm at the same time Makoto smacks his head, both of them shouting some variant of “You have the same hair!” and the end result is the five of them tell the two of them to go resolve their differences by the snack bar, and work something out fast before Taka comes back and panics.

“I don’t get what your issue with me is,” Josuke says, hands in the air. “We picked this group to go up against because Taka said you were cool. Now you’re just acting like Rohan used to, and I didn’t even burn your house down!”

Confusion mixes with anger as he says, with feeling, “What?!”

“Never mind!” Josuke snaps. “Just - whatever your problem with me is, just say it, man. Quit giving me dirty looks. It’s making Kiyo upset.”

KIYO?! Mondo hits the counter with a little too much force and says “That’s my goddamn problem!” And before Josuke can give him some other ridiculous pet name he says “We’re like - we’re - we’re kind of - !” Jesus. Jesus Christ, why can’t he just get the fuckin’ words out? “I’m inta him!”

“Yeah, and?” Josuke asks.

“And you’re fuckin’ flirting with him! Of course I got a damn issue with you!” Josuke looks blindsided for a couple seconds, and then he bursts into laughter. “And then you go an’ do this shit, shovin’ it in my face!”

“Dude!” Josuke has the audacity to put his hand on Mondo’s shoulder, ignoring every time Mondo tries to throw it off. For someone as thin as Josuke looks, he’s unfairly strong. “Dude. I am not flirting with him. That’s so gross.”

Two-faced bastard! “You got a fuckin’ problem with my friend?!”

“Dude. He’s my cousin.”

“Yer - what?” Mondo blinks, all his pent up energy dissipating in the shock. “Then - then what the fuck were you sayin’ ta him to make ‘im blush?”

“I’m teasing him about you, ya dweeb.” He snorts. “God. No. I’m not flirting with my fuckin’ cousin. And even if we weren’t related, I’m not gonna hit on some guy in front of my boyfriends.”

“Oh.” He’s...totally deflated now. And feels like an asshole. “Uh...” Great. “I’m sorry fer bein’ such an asshole,” he grumbles.

Josuke lets it slide rather easily, shrugging it off. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve had worse interactions.”

Mondo still rubs the back of his head, anxiously, and he’s still not all that comfortable with Josuke’s smirk. “Gotta say,” he admits, “I never woulda thought the two of you were related. Ya don’t exactly look alike.”

Josuke shoves his hands in his pockets and leans back against the counter. “Well, it’s not by blood or anything. His dad married my ne- uh, I mean, my uncle -” Was he just going to say nephew? “But we take family very seriously, and we’re...kind of a large family.”

For a second, he looks almost depressed by his own statement, eyes kind of foggy, lips pulled down and staring at his boyfriends with some kind of intense anxiety. He sighs, and slaps Mondo on the back. “Let’s just get back to the game, ‘kay? I think Taka’ll be happier when we get along.”

He feels like he missed something, but says “Sure, okay,” following Josuke back to their seats.

Whatever it is that’s on his mind, it’s either passed or he’s hidden it by the time they’ve reached their friends. Josuke reacts to Kiyotaka’s suspicious glare by ruffling his hair. “So, Kiyo -”

“Don’t call me that,” he groans.

And Josuke ignores him. “A former delinquent with a bad temper, huh? I bet your stepdad’s gonna love that.”

Kiyotaka lets out a scream, and drops the bowling ball to the floor. Mondo tries to pretend he doesn’t see something faintly pink and blue grabbing it just before it hits the ground.

#nori talks #danganronpa #ishimondo #nori writes #fanfic #jjba #josuke/okuyasu/koichi implied #they're both vague aus in addition to a crossover...#icarus.docx #mine

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wonder-wonpil · 5 years

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flower crowns ; kwp

genre : fluff

note : mafia au which is vv cute !

The sharp scent and bright colors from the flower shop on the corner of the cafe was unmissable. On the counter of the shop sat a girl, with the same coffee cup that Wonpil had in his hand as she sipped her latte, fingers delicately weaving the flowers.

The redhead (dyed) stared at the way her fingers carefully twisted the flowers, the way her eyebrows scrunched in a frown and her tongue slightly sticking out of her lips as she worked on the nth flower crown that day with full concentration.

Wonpil was on coffee duty that day, which meant buying coffee for himself and four other men. This was a cafe that he personally preferred and frequented for their delicious aroma and aesthetic latte art, and for the pretty florist that he hasn't gotten the courage to talk to since the first time she caught his attention, but never returned it as she was always too busy crafting flower crowns.

Why, you may ask, a person as good looking as he was very nervous to approach said florist? Because 1) he was just shy in general, and he was afraid of the teasing that will come by, and 2) he was a part of the local, not-to-be-taken-lightly mafia gang DAY6. DAY6 itself was a group pledged under the JYP Alliance. So even if DAY6 weren't already chaotic themselves, they had other well-known groups such as GOT7, TWICE, and so on to watch their backs.

So, even though he stopped by the cafe at least twice a week, he only stared at her from afar as the waiter asked for his name repeatedly, finally snapping out of his trance when the waiter raised his voice as Wonpil stammered out his name while fumbling for his wallet. It was always the same routine.

That was, until Wonpil took Dowoon, his trusted and closest companion in the group after a long day of work along with him. This time, the glances at her way lessened, as Wonpil tried to focus on the conversation with Dowoon - it was less noticeable, yes, but as a sniper, Dowoon had a sharp eye. Following Wonpil’s line of sight after he had spaced out on yet another conversation, he had to admit that Wonpil had a good eye, too - a good eye for women, that is.

The corners of Dowoon’s lips formed a cheeky smile as he turned back to Wonpil, who was staring oh-so-fondly at the florist. Calling him out for staring, a small tint of red covered Wonpil’s face as he tried to deny Dowoon’s - quote unquote - ‘false accusations’, but to no avail as Dowoon already caught up on Wonpil’s crush on her.

“Have you tried talking, maybe?” Dowoon suggested when Wonpil finally admitted that he’s been watching her for a while now. Wonpil let out a nervous laugh, fingers tapping on his cup as he let out a strangled, “Uh, no?”

Dowoon stared at him in utter disbelief, but decided to tone the judgement down a tad bit since he would know what it would feel like had he been the one in Wonpil’s shoes. Dowoon then leaned back on his seat with a groan, “Come on, be a little braver. How bad can it be, anyway? Just act as if you want to buy flowers or something.”

Despite his series of protests, Wonpil would be lying if he said he wasn’t intrigued by the idea of talking to her. So a few days later he found himself pushing the cafe doors open, instantly met with the sharp scent of Americano and roses - which oddly mixed well.

He contemplated of buying her coffee - would that be weird? Maybe, if it was the first time that he met her. So instead, he changed his route straight towards the florist, who was once again weaving flower crowns.

She was wearing her usual expressions, but Wonpil felt taken aback of how truly beautiful she was up close - almost lost his composure. The sound of his uneven heartbeat rang through his ears as he tried his best to ignore the urge to just walk back home and sleep as if all of this never happened. But the way she slipped a strand of hair behind her ear just captivates him, and he stood still.

Spacing out for the nth time that day, when he noticed her curious stare at him, he then blurted out, “Nice flower crowns. They’re very pretty.” and immediately regretted it when she stared at him with an unreadable expression - somewhat a mix of shock and pride?

That was, before the corners of her lips twitched up in a smile as she clapped her hands, “Thank you! I worked really hard on each one of them.”

I know, Wonpil thought, but it’d be creepy if he had said that. So he settled with a small mutter of, “It looks very detailed, indeed.” to which the florist smiled even wider, if that was any more possible. All these times Wonpil has only seen her smile from afar, and to see her this up close really took away his ability to speak properly.

“Yeah, they’re a good source of income for corner shops like this,” she told him with a small hum. “Usually couples adore them.”

“I can see why,” he nodded, carefully lifting one up to inspect it further. “Um, anyways, do you have gardenias? And a vase to go with it, maybe?”

Her eyes lit up again - Wonpil took that as a good thing as she disappeared behind one of the many racks of flowers before walking back out with a blue vase that vesseled the white flowers he requested for, “How’s this?”

“Perfect,” he mirrored her smile. She punched the cashier machine and Wonpil handed her the amount of money needed. Then she leaned on the counter as Wonpil held the purchased items in his hands.

“So, secret love, huh?” She teased, this time a mischievous grin playing on her soft features. Wonpil blushed, stuttering for an excuse before she laughed, “I’m joking, it’s okay. I think the language of flowers are really special. Besides, it’s not like I’ll remember your name or your face. I have a short memory span.”

The thought pained him a little, so he offered her his name, “Wonpil. My name’s Wonpil, and they’re not really for anyone,” he let out a nervous, choked laughter. “Just for decorations.”

A sense of indecipherable expression once again flashed across her face - it frustrated him how unreadable she was, even when he was supposed to be an expert at it - at the mention of his name. Reality struck through him and he feared that his identity was exposed. DAY6 wasn’t unheard of. Now what if she thinks he’s a creep?

“Sure, that’s what everyone says these days,” she smirked. “Have fun with your decorations. And thanks for stopping by.”

The red in his cheeks never lessened as he denied once again, and she laughed. After saying his thanks, Wonpil went back to their hideout and carefully set the vase on his desk as he softly admired the flowers he chose randomly - well, he did some research of what flowers would be pretty to lighten up his room, and stumbled across the gardenias - but it wasn’t like he knew the language of flowers.

Being a member of the mafia wasn’t all fun and games. It actually takes up a lot of his time, and every plan has to go through smoothly. Basically, it builds up stress for the young man.

A week later, Wonpil found himself feeling frustrated after one particularly frustrating mission where his target almost slipped through his hands. As he walked out of the washroom with a towel over his neck as he dried his hair, his eyes landed on the white gardenias that was peacefully sitting on the vase, despite the visible splotches of brown - a sign that they’ve dried, despite the watering that he’s properly given to them.

A rush of calmness ran through him - a sense of peace, of reassurance that he was still human, when he set eyes on those flowers. They reminded him of her. But the flowers were still beautiful even when they have dried - he guessed that everything dies in the end, anyway. It was inevitable, and he knew that. So Wonpil found himself visiting the same shop again.

“Oh, it’s you again,” she greeted him, an expression of familiarity crossing her features as she set the flower crown she was working on aside, dusting off the bits and pieces of the flowers. “Wonpil, right?”

His heart thumped like concert drums in his chest as he did an internal victory dance - she had remembered him! Unable to stop the smile creeping up his face, he nodded furiously. “Yeah, but you haven’t given me yours.”

She gasped before introducing herself. Wonpil etched all of this information in his mind, as it sure would come in handy one day. She was babbling something about how much she adored flowers, hence the profession, but Wonpil didn’t mind - he was too infatuated with her voice, the way it sounded like music in his ears.

She stopped abruptly, “Sorry, I tend to talk too much. Anyways, you’re here for…?”

“Right,” Wonpil shifted his weight to the other leg, hand rubbing the back of his neck in nervousness. “If you want to start, say, a small garden in your room, what plants do you reccomend?”

Her eyes lit up, “If you just started, I recommend cactuses. They don’t require quite as many attention as other house plants, perfect for beginners.”

Wonpil’s mouth made an ‘O’ shape as he oohed before nodding enthusiastically as she giggled, disappearing behind the many racks of plant as she came back with variants of cacti in small pots, which really couldn’t be bigger than her own hand.

Wonpil just noticed that her hand had small scratches, some covered with bandages, the fresh ones left to be, and he frowned. Was it from the many flower crown weavings?

Scanning the cactuses, he chose the one that looked like the desert cacti - but tinier. He found it adorable, and she stated the price.

“Say, if you’re really really interested in starting a small garden,” she began as she took a piece of paper and started writing, “You can text me.”

And she handed him the piece of paper with her number on it.

“Or, if you don’t, you can text me anyway.” she shrugged.

Wonpil definitely hit the jackpot.

“C-can I take you out for coffee sometime?” he asked her sheepishly, and she let out the melodic laugh that Wonpil oh-so-adored.

“Sure,” she leaned on the counter. “I look forward to seeing your texts.”

Butterflies were the only explanation for the ticklish feeling in his stomach.

#kim wonpil #wonpil #day6 #day6 wonpil #wonpil day6 #mafia au #kpop #kpop fan fiction #day6 scenario #day6 imagines #day6 imagine #kpop scenario #kpop imagines #krock #khh #flower crowns

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luckyukhei · 6 years

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Close To Heaven, Closer To Hell

a/n: are you ready?

word count: 1.3k

au!: mafia!

summary: The reader is a badass stripper with secrets, a pistol named ‘Protection’, and, a taste for something, better looking than the seven soon to be mafia leaders who wandered into her strip club, revenge.

CHAPTER 5: talk to me

unplanned parenthood

It’s been days since you woke up in Jin’s bed and you’ve been avoiding him. It wasn’t him per say. It was you. You just couldn’t let yourself get attached to him. Getting attached to things only makes a mess. If you wanted to get attached to something that’ll only make a mess you’d get a dog. You had to emotionally disconnect to save yourself.

You were in the kitchen sipping your coffee with the most of the guys when Jin and Namjoon walk in you look up. Namjoon was putting his phone in his pocket before even opening his mouth to speak.

“What did the boss man want?” Hoseok asked, handing Namjoon some coffee.

“He wants to have an in-depth meeting with all of us including Y/N.” Namjoon took the coffee in his hands and looked at you.

“Well, I’m gonna need more professional clothes then. That one outfit is all I have.” You sipped your coffee and scrolled through your phone looking like a bored teenager.

“Who want’s to take her shopping?” Namjoon barely got the words out when two voices almost simultaneously rang out with variants of ‘I will’.

Taehyung and Jin were the sources of the nearly identical words. Your eyes flicked up to look at the two. Jin gave Taehyung a glare that the younger member was completely and utterly oblivious to it.

“I’ll meet you back here in ten minutes, Tae. Be ready.” You placed your hand on his shoulder before walking past him and to your room.

You opened then closed the door after entering and found a suitable casual outfit. A striped crop top and overalls were the choice for today’s venture. You opened the door and met Taehyung in the kitchen from there you guys when to the garage, where you’ve never actually been before. You grew up hating cars and still do so, you never really felt interested in exploring that part of the house. That was until you saw her. Oh, she was a beaut. She was a slick black 2000 Suzuki Katana 600. You loved motorcycles.

“Who’s bike?” You nodded towards it trying to keep your cool but, the male noticed your obvious excitement.

“Yoongi’s. Maybe he’ll take you for a ride soon. My car’s over here though.”

You and Taehyung decided after hours of trying on and buying clothes decided to sit down for lunch. You ordered a salad and started talking with Taehyung. He was such a sweet guy. Music played lightly in the background as he asked you questions.

“Why did you pick the name Angel?” He haphazardly hummed out, taking a bite of his food.

“It’s very common. Make’s it easy to hide, especially in the stripper world. So if someone happens to be looking for me by the name they have a small chance of finding me.”

“Ah.” He nodded letting the conversation kinda died and he wiggled in his seat to the background music.

“You dancing?” You looked at him with your brows raised.

“Yes, I am.” The grey-haired man retorted.

“Alright, old man.”

“Do you dance, Y/N? I mean other than stripping.”

That question brought painful memories with it but, you didn’t flinch. You left them on the inside and let your face show no emotion. Although it wasn’t a hard feat as you’ve trained yourself for years not to show emotion, you still felt guilty as if you were lying to him. You were quick to remind yourself that this whole situation was a business transaction. Why is he acting like you both are friends? If this is a business transaction why did you sleep with Jin? Why did Namjoon worry so much about you? Same with Jimin and Hoseok? Why did you want a connection with the seemingly cold Yoongi? Wh-

“Yes. I did ballet for fifteen years.” You decided to keep it short to save the emotional dilemmas.

“Fifteen years?!” Taehyung’s eyes were as big as his plate.

“Yes. Now finish your food we have shopping to finish.”

You and Taehyung walked around, after getting everything you desired for future meetings, just window shopping when the young man stopped dead in his tracks causing you to turn around. What you saw melted your cold heart. Taehyung was bent over with his hand on the window of a pet adoption. The particular window showcased cute little puppies. One of the puppies had both paws on Taehyung’s hand.

“Y/N... Can we go in?” He asked turning his head to look at you.

You couldn’t just say no to those adorable puppy eyes or the actual puppy, “Sure. But, only to look.”

Taehyung rushed in and you followed. You both walked up to the cage that held the puppies.

An employee soon came over to accompany the both of you, “Would you like to hold one ma’am?”

You nodded, “The one with eyebrows.”

She chuckled and reached into the cage picking up the little dog then giving him to you.

His little tail wagged as he licked your cheek, He was so tiny! You had to have this cute being.

You looked at Taehyung,” Well...Namjoon did suggest that I get a guard dog... Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Ma’am, can we have the adoption paperwork?” Taehyung and you were now parents to Yeotan. A puppy with the cutest eyebrows and best parents who aren’t together.

Taehyung had Yeotan in a puppy carrier strapped to his chest as he was on the phone with Namjoon, “We got a guard dog by the way...” Taehyung was quiet and only let out a few ‘uh-huh’s. “We’ll pick up dinner before you get to meet the-” He looked down at the sleeping puppy, “Ferocious beast.”

The look on the other member’s faces as you walked into the house as they were faced with this majestic scene before them; Taehyung, who had a small dog strapped to his chest, new Gucci shades, a coffee in one hand and shopping bags in the other, and you wearing matchings shades, holding more bags in one hand, and pizzas in the other.

“So- uh- A few questions...” Hoseok started but, he couldn’t quite find the words.

“What’s with matching shades and tiny dog?” Jungkook finished for him.

“Yeah- When Namjoon said you got a guard dog I didn’t exactly expect a rat.” Yoongi nonchalantly added,

“Excuse me? How dare you talk about our son like that?!” Taehyung exclaimed.

“Don’t worry, Taehyung. They’re just jealous.” You told him

“Wow. Okay, you two are no longer allowed to go shopping without a third member.” Namjoon sighed rubbing his forehead.

You and Taehyung came up with a shared custody agreement so, for the first night, Yeotan stayed with him. Which you were okay with because you were pretty tuckered out. Your bed was so comfortable but, still couldn’t lull you to sleep just yet. Energy still lingered.

You sighed and walked down to the kitchen. The light was on so that means someone is already in the kitchen.

Please don’t be, Jin. Please don’t be, Jin.

“Oh...Angel. What are you doing up?” It was the voice of the member that liked you least.

“Can’t sleep.” You told him looking for a cup, “What about you?”

Yoongi rubbed his face,”Work.”

“Work?” You asked. You really hadn’t learned any of their places inside the group yet.

“I specialize in weapons but, mostly explosives.” He told you shutting his laptop.

You gave him an odd look.

“I like fire.” He shrugged and put on his jacket.

“Where are you going?” You asked and started to follow Yoongi as he walked towards the garage.

”I’ve got a solo job.” He threw over his shoulder dryly as if trying to stop you from prying further.

“I’m coming with.”

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sphor-art · 6 years

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NINJAGO CURSED AU

oof here it is finally: a little background on my cursed au

its pretty long so im going to put it under a cut

Once upon a fucking time, a few months ago, my brain shat out this idea that basically went “what would happen if ninjago actually had real world physics”. A few minutes of thinking resulted in the answer “not good, probably death”. So knowing that, here’s an entire au based off of pain and suffering :)

Presenting: the NINJAGO CURSED AU

(disclaimer: some things in this au might change cause of shenanigans, shitposting and you guys sending in ideas. So this is just a kind of general outline)

>> the “story” starts with the sad loner with an undefined name (the cursed variant of the FSM). he lived in Ninjago (the country), with a oligarchy about as fair as the american voting system. The gov consisted of the ancestors of the elemental masters we all don't really know and kind of love. The voting system was kinda messed up cause not many people really wanted to go against someone that could obliterate you and your family in a split second. So yeah, the gov stayed with the original ems ruling over Ninjago, doing a.. mediocre job. Like most oligarchies, the people weren't very happy about the way things were going-- the “FSM” included. (lets just call him something easy like uh.. Jim.) Jim was special though-- he was super salty. Y’see Jim used to be part of the gov but was being an ass to the other ems, so they just booted him out of power and hoped he didn’t come back. Jim however, comes back anyways. Because Jim doesn't care about what the ems think is or is not possible.

Before that tho, old man Jimmy here needs to figure out a Scheme™ to get back at the other ems. And what idea he formulates was probably one of the worst ideas in Ninjago history (he doesn't know that yet but i don’t think he cares either). So what he plans: 1. Find a djinn; 2. Curse the other elemental masters because curses sound cool and stuff; 3. Profit? He didn’t really think it through.

So you have this old man with a terrible plan, possessing the aid of a being of really powerful being, barging into the congress and rubbing his little lamp, screaming his little curses. A wonderful sight to behold, honestly. As we all can tell, the first step of this little plan is already.. slightly problematic. Take a wild guess what the heck happened after jimmy here wished for all the other EMs to be cursed. well. a lot of things happened. mostly bad.

First things first: jim didn’t specify exactly what kind of curse that these ems would get. So this djinn mclittle fuck just made being an elemental master a curse (so the ems that had the power now, and those in the future would all be cursed). Which btw kind of included himself. whoops? Secondly: you just destroyed the entire governing system you little shit. Either you have to step up, find someone to step up into a dictatorship rule, or just have Ninjago fall into anarchy. Of course you would deem yourself a dictator what kind of question is that?

>> timeskip, the original EMs are fucking DEAD. The curse is transferred to either the closest blood relative or a random unfortunate person. Mr jim here is still a little bitch, but somehow got laid and now has two kids who he passed his curse onto. You probably guessed it: its wu and garmadon. This old shit’s two less shitty sons.

Sometime after fuckhands mcjim decided came to power, and present day jim; he realized his mistake of full out cursing the ems cause now you have a handful of people causing natural disasters and shit. It's bad for reputation and economy. So jim goes out and hires a bunch of people (and snakes) to go find cursed people and bring them to him. Meanwhile, he shits out some propaganda targeting against the cursed folk to make them easier to find. Now here comes the question “what the fuck do you do with these captured ems?” good question because jim didn’t really know at the time. So he went for the best option he could think of: murder. Ok well.. Not murder murder, more of-- destroying the physical form of a person and containing their powers in this cool Crystal he found. This went well until he came to the realization that he could always save a few special ems and exploit their powers individually. He set up a testing facility, working on not-so-ethical experiments on certain ems. I could get into the specifics on this stuff in another post or else this post gonna get even longer than it already gonna be.

So, now onto the garmabros. In this au, wu is way less of a bitch than in canon. Thankfully. While garmadon still kept the same world views as jim, allowing him to co-rule ninjago, wu didn’t agree with most of the things that his bro and dad thought were fine. Jim was a shitty dad so he kicked wu out (wow sounds familiar from stuff above huh? Jim don’t you ever learn from stuff that happened in the past?). Wu is pretty salty from that so he goes into seclusion and builds a temple for himself so he could learn how to control his curse of creation. He stays in there, doing meditations and writing fanfiction or something for a few years until one day, while going shopping for stuff, a huge storm hits. Seems dramatic right? Big plot is gonna happen thats why. u would think it was some sort of Big Evil but in reality its a random fucking fart gremlin getting beat up in an alleyway and forming a tornado. Oh wait thats morro. So wu was like “holy shit kid what the fuck” and took him in as a pupil, lowkey adopted him, and taught him how to control his curse. After some time with morro, wu remembered that there are still other ems out there that need help, and became an official Cryptid Hunter. (cryptids since the ems were so excluded from society with huge governmental manipulation that they basically existed as faceless creatures that most people hated.)

after that, wu just went around tracking down other ems and tried to convince them to join him so they dont fucking die

thats basically it tbh, if you have questions about any of the ems just send in an ask

#ninjago #lego ninjago movie #cursed au #cursed fsm #cursed wu #cursed garmadon #cursed morro #oof this is long

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ffxivpathoflight · 6 years

Photo

What is your full name?

“I’m Ryuzan of the Kyouko clan, or Kyouko no Ryuzan in Hingan traditional naming conventions. For Western people, I suppose it’s easier to call me Ryuzan Kyouko, which is basically the same, I’m told.”

What do your friends call you?

“Sometimes they call me by surname, sometimes they shorten my name to ‘Ryu’... ” He frowns, a bit embarrassed. “That’s when they’re not calling me ‘walking disaster’ or variants of the concept.”

What is your favorite animal?

“Scalekin in general, perhaps because we Au Ra resemble them. I feel some sort of kinship. Drakes in particular caught my interest when I first came to Eorzea.”

Where were you born?

“I was born in a northern village in Hingashi. Well, not in the village proper, but very close. My clan... or family, whatever, is one of the most influential in the region. So our manor is in the outskirts. It has been the home of the Kyouko clan for generations.”

Do you have children?

“Some would say I’m of age to start considering it, but not for now. And definitely not while I’m fighting in a war.” He shakes his head. “If I am to have children in the future, I want to know them, and them to know me.”

Is there a person/people you love?

“Ours is a bit complicated relationship, but yes, I do.” He smiles, blushing slightly. “Her name is Samra Shir’valah and even though she’s an ijin— that is, a non-Hingan native, she’s the best samurai I have ever met, probably even better than Father. She’s got a temper too, but she’s amazing. Given our first interactions, it’s a wonder how she even reciprocated...”

What is your favorite color?

“I like deep-green, it reminds me of the forests near home.”

What is your full occupation?

“I’m a Guardian of Light and a Scion of the Seventh Dawn, so I’m dedicated to defend Eorzea and support the Warrior of Light. Of course, that’s no easy task, and I play my part with honor and pride, but it takes all of my time. Not that I mind: if it’s my duty, I’ll see it done no matter the cost.”

Are you good at physical fighting?

"I would like to say that I’m good at it, and to an extent I am.” He sighs in resignation. “But according to almost everyone, I’m better on the receiving side of physical fighting.”

Which form are you best at?

"The only form in which I can manage to not make a major fool of myself is in sword and shield techniques. At least if I trip over I can still use my shield.” He looks embarrassed. “... Just don’t ask me to wield a katana.”

What about magic?

"Kami forfend, I’m even worse at that. Mother tried to teach me geomancy, with shameful results. And given my track record, it’s for the best that I never delved too much in magic.”

Which type are you best at?

“I guess paladins use magicks to a degree... for healing and shielding and the like. So I would say that I’m better in healing magiks.”

Craftsmanship?

“I swear I’ve tried, but turning to me for delicate work is asking for the item in question to end up broken or worse.”

Any other skills?

"... If you can consider a skill being a magnet for misfortunes, getting hit and tripping over in thousand different ways, being the most common occurrences, then I’m your man.”

Are you an only child?

"No, I’ve got three siblings. I’m the third child: Sengiri and Setsuna are my older brother and sister respectively, and Makegi is my younger brother.” He scratches his horns. “Fortunately for Father’s honor, I’m far from being heir to our samurai clan...”

Where do you see yourself in five years?

“I would love to go back home, with Samra if she wants to, but I cannot until I’m sure that I have mastered my swordsmanship. It’s the deal I had with Father when I left Hingashi. So I’ll keep fighting and practising until I’m sure I will not bring dishonor on my family when I return.”

Have you ever almost died?

"I’m usually the one who goes on vanguard, so yes, more than once. Knowing my luck, it’s a wonder how I have survived until now. Not just because of fighting in the front lines, but because at this point I should have tripped and fell off a cliff or something like that.”

Do you have a secret, not just a secret, but like a really big secret hardly anyone knows?

"Uhm... ” He blushes and averts his gaze. “Let’s not talk about my coming of age.”

Salty or sweet?

"I like both. Hingan meals are quite balanced in that aspect.”

Do you like yourself?

“Huh... ” He tilts his head. “Well, in one hand, I am proud of my bloodline, of my convictions and my duty. But I’m too well aware that I could achieve much more than I do if I weren’t... you know, like I am.”

Do you believe in the Twelve?

"I believe in the kami, and I think the Twelve could be considered kami too. There are millions of kami, so why not? It’s a possibility.”

Are you religious?

"As a highborn Hingan, we are taught to revere the kami and pay respects to them in our daily life, but it’s not a very strict rite. Simply, you worship the kami by living your way and thanking them for their guidance and protection. I do that every day, but it’s more spiritual than religious in the sense Westerners understand.”

Do you carry prejudice with you?

"We Hingans are rather... cold with ijin.” He admits reluctantly. “After spending some years in Eorzea, I’ve loosened up in that point. I have to work in my feelings about the dark arts too. I know they can be used for good purpose, but still.”

What do you consider entertainment?

"Our family mentor considered that debating and conversing was the best way to both learn and spend time. I’m better at listening, but I agree with him the same.”

Favorite drink?

“Ishgardian teas are excellent. Especially if you mix them with honey.”

Do you have any family traditions?

"The usual traditions highborn Hingan clans have: honoring ancestors and the like. Even if I don’t live in Hingashi anymore, I still keep those traditions and in those marked days of the year I honor them as much as I’m able from afar.”

Are you a good person?

"As a paladin, it’s my solemn oath to protect the weak and defend the land from those who wish them harm.” He smiles. “I would say it comes with the job, but even if I didn’t walk this path, I was taught the values of honor and duty.”

Thank you for answering my questions.

“My pleasure! I’m glad you enjoyed them, I did too.”

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