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k-dokja · 2 years

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summary: no one complicates his feelings as you do | i/?

settings: one-sided pining from azul + female reader + sets before night raven college + fake dating + multi-chapter but write on the fly + azul is defensive towards reader because of ✨reasons✨

author's note: why do i keep trying to write characters i have zero idea about like this won't make the most ooc characterization possible 😁

he sees it again. on the late hour after class, he sees another boy calling you aside and confessing his feeling to you. but azul knows how this ends, earnest affection will be met with a gentle rejection. rinse and repeat, he has seen this one too many times, even experienced it once a season ago.

he waits until the other boy left to approach you. there is no surprise in your eyes at his arrival, but he knows it is there underneath the surface. he has grown good at reading past your mask.

“another one has sunken to the depth of coral sea,” azul drifts lazily towards you, his arms kept behind his back. “i thought they would’ve known better than to approach the most sought-after pearl of our sea.”

“azul, that’s not nice,” your reprimand is halfhearted, tired of stating the obvious.

he waves away your criticism readily. “what’s not nice is you feeding these poor souls with false hope? don’t you know kindness can kill, too?”

once upon a time, you were taller than him. but now, with the arrival of puberty, his octopus genetics has led azul to tower over you easily. it is perverse and arrogant for him to gain a sense of triumph because of this, yet he cannot help his feeling, not when it comes to you.

“i heard you’re heading to the surface with leech twins,” you change the topic readily, no longer facing him once azul begins to shadow you, “it’s a good opportunity.”

“how curious, i’m hearing the same about you,” he says, barely restraining the malice in his smile, “i assume that since coral sea no longer has anyone left for you to fix, your altruistic spirit is calling you to the land to find other wounded souls.”

if his answer is too biting, azul has no care to soften it. not here, where the two of you stand with your soul bare and naked, not now, when the two of you have seen the worst in each other and neither averts their eyes.

“…you are mad at me,” you glance up to look at him. he faces you readily.

“of course, i am,” azul sneers, “you trampled on my heart, i hate you.” he omits saying that it is as much as he loves you, but you probably know. you always know.

“i’m sorry,” your apology sounds customary because he has heard you say it before, to him and to dozen of other unfortunate souls. yet, he cannot deny the sincerity of it.

“if you’re truly apologetic then make a deal with me,” he sighs. he did approach you with a reason, better seize the opportunity to lay it out before it slips away.

you gaze at him with that curious expression of yours that gnaws at his heart. he hates that you continue to have an effect on him even without trying. “…?” you probably don’t know that, though.

“let me be your boyfriend,” he says plainly, without the flourish he often displays for his potential customers.

you back away, eyes widen. “azul… it’s not that i—“ he already knows what you want to say, it won’t matter.

“allow me to finish,” he interrupts promptly, “i’m trying to save you the trouble of having to turn people down when they get the wrong idea again. if you already have a scapegoat, they won’t take your friendliness as anything more than platonic. i already know where i stand with you, which makes me the perfect candidate for this.”

hesitantly, you ask, “what do you get from this deal then…?”

he has no expectation for you to accept this without questioning. it sounds bizarre for once, too good to be true for another thing. but you know to question his intention, he cannot deny that it is wise.

“you know me well,” he says without hiding his pride for you, “my assistance comes with a simple price, in exchange for me to be your scapegoat boyfriend, you will provide me business support at my convenience.”

you frown, “don’t you already have floyd and jade for that?”

“indeed i do, however, the two of them lack a… feminine touch which makes it inconvenient when we deal with… the more delicate clients,” it goes without saying that there are times when floyd’s rough handling and jade’s unmistakable malevolence do not work. “this is where you will become useful.”

it’d be as mutually beneficial as he laid it out. this is the rare occasion where azul does not make his own benefit outweigh this client. you have to agree, even if his ability to swindle does not escape you.

although, if he has to look at it from another angle, then he’ll admit that maybe getting to spend time with you is another benefit he’s going to reap.

“i… see,” you conclude, “may i think this over and then get back to you?”

as expected, you do not rush in this thoughtlessly. it is one of the things he admires and detests about you.

“of course,” he agrees, “the best of deal can only be made with a sound judgment, do take your time but don’t take too long.”

you nod but that thoughtful expression remains on your face, “it’s late, we should be heading home soon.”

“i’ll accompany you,” he says with a finality which surprises him. no deal, no offer, just a simple statement.

it is his luck that you can be the compliant sort that accepts without questioning. “okay,” you nod, “let’s head out then?”

the silence weighs heavy between the two of you afterwards. it’s a product of his doing, leaving him with no one else to blame but his own machination. but it has no bearing on his current mood, for azul has managed to make the first move on his chessboard.

now is a matter of time until you realized what game he’s playing. there is no doubt you will. his only hope is that you’ll be checkmate before you saw the truth for what it is. and maybe then you’ll understand his motivation.

#azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #fics

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proseinborderland · 1 year

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Musical Magnetism

Kyuma x OFC

Rating: Mature / NSFW / 18+

Description: Kyuma has a transcendent experience with a fan following a show. & Smut ensues.

♦ . ♣ . ♥ . ♠ . ♦ . ♣ . ♥ . ♠

Prologue

It was a show like any other, full of energy, cheering, singing, dancing, catharsis, freedom, expressionism, filled with that tangible feeling of transcendence permeated through the air and I indulged in that energy, basking in the praise from my fans. It was one of the only times where I truly felt alive. When I sang, my soul poured out from my mouth into sounds that pleased the ears of others. I loved how they always seemed to want more.

I could feel her energy as she stood there, dancing in her spot to our music. Singing my own lyrics back to me in a way I'd never seen or felt. It 'felt' as though she understood every minute of emotion behind every song. I felt myself becoming increasingly intrigued by her and tried my best not to give myself away; however, I couldn't help making eye contact with her. Afterall, She was in the front row.

Once our eyes met, we couldn't stop looking away, quickly looking back, smiling, and looking away again. Rinse and repeat. I was never one to indulge myself in the carnal comforts often offered by my fans and yet there this beautiful creature was, radiating something more than the rest, shining brightly amongst the sea of bodies in the crowd behind her.

And now here she was in my hotel room.

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Part One

“Is this something you do often?” she questioned, as we sat on my hotel bed.

I shook my head without hesitation, “No, it is not. … although, I won’t lie to you, I am guilty of doing this twice before.”

Her body stilled and her skin flushed. The rise and fall of her chest changed slightly. She averted her eyes to the carpet. I could almost feel her become increasingly more timid as seconds passed and it was then that I knew my candor must have been too forthright for her liking.

I reached out, cradling her face in my hands, as I began to speak to her with slow sincerity.

“No, no, my dear, please do not mistake me. I want us to enjoy this moment together tonight. I want us to share ourselves with one another and experience all of the pleasures that our bodies can compose. You and I have created a spark that has ignited something strong inside of me, it is full of passion, and that passion is you…” I trailed off and leaned forward, a kiss ghosting over her cheek.

Though her head was still nestled between my hands, I felt her slowly ease back, just enough to see me, as her eyes re-emerged from the carpet to examine my expression, and then finally meeting my own, which were filled with openness and love.

“Remember when I said I wouldn’t lie? Please trust once more when I vow that I’ve never quite seen nor sensed anyone feel my music the way I witnessed it with you tonight …not even close.”

Involuntarily, her body replied with a sharp intake of air as she gasped and trembled under my touch, causing the blush in her cheeks to deepen. I slowly eased her closer to my face, sensing her yield to my touch, as I brought our lips together in a lingering closed mouth kiss.

“Is this still okay?” I asked

“Yes.” she swallowed, slowly and nodded her head against my own.

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→ Part 2

→ Link to my AO3

✨Huge thanks to my lovely mutuals! @chishiyashoodie @boohbear19 @sweetflanfiction @brdpch ✨

#aib x ofc #aib fanfic #aib smut #aib x reader #aib kyuma #kyuma x you #alice in borderland kyuma #kyuma x reader #kyuma imagine #kyuma smut

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a-dragons-journal · 10 months

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Hello dragon's-journal! Happy Otherkin Day!!! ✨😋✨ So I run a kobold blog, and kobolds have been my gender for about 10 months now. But a few days ago I had an undeniable kin feeling of a snout on my face! What are some methods, tricks, or resources I can use to better connect with wherever these kin feelings are coming from?

(Also, while I do have a kobold sona I use, the snout I felt was LONGER!!! How do I fully get to know this other kobold (if it even is a kobold!) that I'm connected to?)

So, for one thing, if this is the only thing that's happened to point you toward 'kinity, I'm gonna gently say - hold your horses a bit there, champ. Phantom shifts just happen sometimes, to everybody; they're not by any means a 100% indicator of a kintype. (We even have a word for when a non-'kin person runs across the 'kin community, spends a bunch of time reading about us, and then suddenly starts experiencing phantom shifts, "shifter's disease.")

So, give yourself a bit more than a few days, first off, mayhaps. See if it happens again; spend some time thinking about what's making you think you might be koboldkin.

That being said, I'm gonna toss you a handful of links with advice on questioning:

This guide to questioning (and definitions of basic terms) by @/shadowfae

A list of places to interact with other nonhumans

While I don’t have a list onhand, websites are going to be a good place to find writings people have published about their experiences, especially if the tag for your kintype on Tumblr is underwhelming - I’ll recommend this page: https://houseofchimeras.weebly.com/bookmarks.html (please note that that website's no longer being updated and has moved to houseofchimeras.neocities.org/) for a place to get started finding those. (Generally speaking, whenever you find a good alterhuman website, they’ll likely have a Bookmarks, References, Further Reading, etc. page full of links to other websites. Find that page and go through it to find other good websites, and then rinse and repeat.)

My “questioning” tag, which has both posts talking about general advice and posts answering specific questions (and posts with people talking about their own questioning processes)

A list of typical experiences for various alterhuman identities (note typical, not required or universal)

My general “kin resources” tag has A Lot in it, a lot of which is not going to be relevant to you specifically, but it’s there if you want to peruse it

Hopefully that's helpful! Please don't hesitate to stop by again if you have any more specific questions.

#otherkin #koboldkin #asked and answered #anonymous #rani talks #questioning #the directory

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voidthewanderer · 2 months

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INQUIRING MINDS WISH TO KNOW——>

For the OC Ask Game! ✨Creating your OCs✨

1, 3, 8, 12, 16 and 19 for Ripper, Shae and Arsenic!!!

Please :))

Pretty please :)))

(Don’t make me whip out my quadruple chin!!!)

@anonwyvern || Questions About Creating Your OCs

Under cut for length; I needed to talk about my babiesss.

What was the first element of your OC that you remember considering (name, appearance, backstory, etc.)?

Shae: Shae was appearance, though and through. She'd gone through so many changes; species changes as she traveled through fandoms and back and forth between getting pulled from them to be from original concepts. Being online during the massive point online where "Mary Sue bad and you're a terrible person for making them!", she kind of just went onto this backburner with everything; looks, appearance, story, everything.

Ripper: Mostly appearance, but a super loose as hell backstory as well. Rips was originally a Left 4 Dead OC and of a concept that never actually made it to the game at that. Most of what did exist of his backstory was just that he was an asylum escapee who was turned. Rather than the straight jacket being closed up, his arms were free. He's had the most changes over his entire timespan.

Arsenic: Appearance 100%. He actually was originally a concept made by my nephew! He wanted a zombie chef, so I made a zombie chef!

3. How did you choose their name?

Shae: I honestly don't even remember where her name came from. It wasn't exactly a popular name when I made her, damn probably about seventeen years ago now? Maybe longer, I think.

Ripper: Was originally a sort of punny name. "A scream ripping at one's throat". Where Joseph Trumoil came from, is one of those things that just... happened. Sometimes names just get stuck in my head. I'll quote him directly from the WIP of Chapter 26 of Mnemonic Impressions for why it's still Ripper: "Thanks to my old line of work, if it were humanly possible at that time, I could rip someone apart and know exactly how to do it to cause the most damage; didn’t help I used t’ do some body building. My friends were… fucked up t’ say the least."

Arsenic: I kinda thought it would be funny for an undead, zombie chef to have his name be the same as a poison.

8. What (if anything) do you relate to within their character/story?

Shae: Let's just say that I am actually very mouthy like Shae it. And, just like with her current situation with Sinjin, I need to learn how to keep my mouth shut so I don't get hurt.

Ripper: There's actually not much story wise I relate to with Rips. If anything, I'm envious of my own character. He's charismatic, charming, his style is impeccable. I guess he did get a lot of my "do no harm, but take no shit" personality.

Arsenic: The cooking! Arsenic is literally probably the person I would become (sans the murders) if I actually stayed in the food service industry.

12. What have you found to be most difficult about creating art for your OC (any form of art: writing, drawing, edits, etc.)?

Shae: It's actually been difficult to keep her silver tongued, combative, defiant, but also keeping her... alive. In all honesty, she would probably be dead by now if I didn't mellow her out a bit. She's legit supposed to be as vile as Sinjin is, cutting some completely reprehensible stuff, but I also know that she would have been long since dead before her story even started.

Ripper: No lie, actually nailing down his official design. Every time I think I have something solid, I go "oh, this would work with him!" and then things would change. Rinse and repeat. Now it's more just trying to nail down exactly who I wanna build his facial structure off of, because William Treat is EXACTLY how he smiles, but I also adore him having sharp features like Dum Dum from Cyberpunk 2077 has. Trying to blend the two together is... fun.

Arsenic: HIS FACE. HIS FUCKING FACE. I DID IT TO MYSELF BUT GOD WHY

16. What is something about your OC can make you cry?

Shae: Her story. Like, god her story is fucked up and just the fact that so much about her kids was kept from her and knowing everything she's gone through, that she's the way she is through so much tragedy and just out of a necessity to survive.

Ripper: Also his backstory, but also like... this man is such a sweetheart and sensitive. Be it because he's just being so goddamn cute or because he's going through an existential crisis, he's probably gonna say something that would either turn me into a mushy mess or bawling my eyes out because why did I hurt you this much.

Arsenic: There's two things with him. When he lets his walls down and lets people in, showing that he's not just a hardened ghoul who hates everything around him. Also, if anything were to happen to Crow, this man's heart would absolutely shatter and he'd probably lose his goddamn mind. That sort of mental torment of feeling like he's lost his soul mate, knowing how he'd react to it, especially now with them in his life again.

19. What is your favorite fact about your OC?

Shae: Not so much of a fact of the character itself (because imho anything I really say with her will give away parts of Addicted), but the fact that she's the second OC I've ever created! She's my second oldest OC, being seventeen (plus) years old.

Ripper: He's only second generation American born in his family! His parents are the first born, his grandmother is from Palermo, his grandfather from Verona.

Arsenic: No matter what, Arsenic was meant to cook and I don't mean that just by his concept alone. He's someone who would be considered to have a natural born talent for what he does and I genuinely cannot think of anything else I would have ever even considered putting him in. If it wasn't a chef, it would've been a cafe owner.

#shut it void #friend talk #thank you Anon!!#anonwyvern #oc: arsenic #oc: ripper #oc: shae wulfe

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lunapwrites · 2 years

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I'm dumb and missed the answer for the question I asked before, so second time lucky, yes??? 😂

11, 23, 26! 👀

Okay first of all I'm bonking you on the head: there is no self-shaming allowed in this house. ❤️

Second: thank you for the ask!!

How do I come up with fic titles?

Oh boy. So this is a whole PROCESS. And I do this with chapter titles too, for the record. But basically I start with a working title: this is either a song lyric/title or it's a brief synopsis of the plot. Usually the former, because I operate ✨ by vibes. ✨ Then I write the damn thing until I either get a better idea or it's finished, and then I reevaluate. Usually if I get a better idea it's because I either a) had a song stuck in my head and a lyric or theme in it SPOKE to me, or b) I will suddenly and randomly have a word appear in my head that I can't shake. Chapter 16 for LTL is like this: the title is ICONOCLAST (which is exactly how that word appeared in my brain), and the bitch of it all is that I didn't remember what the word meant when it crashed into my head like a fucking gong. I had to look it up, and then I was like. "Oh yeah that works... Oh. OH." So that was neat. Ouroboros was similar; I was using the working title of "the breath between things no one says" for almost the entire writing process and then once the themes took shape I was like "oh hey it's about continuing cycles and birth-death-rebirth, kind of like an -- OH." It was late enough in the game that I didn't even bother changing the title of the soundtrack playlist haha.

In terms of the lyrics though, it goes "what am I listening to that fits the vibe" and then "what's a lyric that fits" and then rinse repeat until I find something lol. Hope that answered the question though!

What is my absolute favorite trope to write?

Hmmmmmmm this is tough, but I think I most enjoy writing missing moments. I don't know if that even counts as a trope lol. But my favorite thing is filling in the spaces with whatever the fuck and making sure it still fits. XD

What is my biggest distraction while writing?

My brother in Christ I have ADHD.

No but seriously it depends based on the day and how my head is. Some days it's my dogs refusing to let me do anything and clinging to me like very loud barnacles. Some days it's falling down a Wikipedia or Spotify hole. Some days it's my partner (who, by the way, is usually Minding His Own business) talking and laughing with his friends, or (God forbid) moving around the house and thereby drawing the ire of my little guard barnacles. Some days my brain is the one being too loud, or I can't bear sitting down and/or looking at a screen for another second because otherwise I WILL just spontaneously combust.

But honestly usually it's just The Internet. I fall into research holes too easily or go running off after something shiny. It's a little annoying and I'm trying to get better about monitoring my habits. :(

Thanks again!!

#writing ask game #responses #lp writes #hp

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