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batmanfruitloops · 1 day

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Alright long but silly post, going into the reason why the furry versions are the animals they are. A few choices are influenced by the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles v.s. Batman, some choices are already associated with the character (Catwoman, Penguin, etc.). Most choices are an uneven mix of visual, symbolic, and behavioral. So some have more thought put into them than others but it's all for fun.

Batman (Bruce Wayne) -Vampire bat

A pretty obvious choice. I think specifically a vampire bat is fitting, they are very stealthy and aware. They come built with the perfect tools for lapping blood and cause little harm (excluding diseases). Just as Batman always comes with what he needs and only causes as much damage as necessary. Bats are also social creatures and thrive in groups, so there is a bit of irony there. Bruce can put on a good face for the public and business but isolates himself and therefore goes against his nature. He craves family but keeps his loved ones at arm's length in fear of losing them.

Joker (John Doe) - Red-banded spitting cobra

This is a choice influenced by the TMNT v.s. Batman. Also haha Lego Batman clown snakes. I chose this because I'm tired of both snakes and clowns being seen as evil. John is already the way he is because both Sarsee and I agree clowns should be silly and whimsical instead of how more modern media portrays them as creepy and scary, which also includes the Joker. Snakes are my favorite animals. So keeping Joker as a cobra represents what we have set out to do with the au in the first place.

In terms of behavior, John acts mostly the opposite of what you would expect. Snakes are mostly solitary and overall not very social. John is a very outgoing person and extraverted, but he's social skills are stunned from both being autistic and his childhood. So not quite fitting in but he enjoys standing out. Though cobras are a more intelligent species of snake. John is very clever but most wouldn't guess that. As the Joker, John relies on the element of surprise and subverting your expectations. As a bonus spitting venom is similar to a clown's flower spraying water.

Two-Face (Harvey Dent) - Puma

A partial TMNT chose. Instead of just a cat, I went with a puma. Pumas are not classified as big cats but are the largest cat in North America. Despite not being a big cat their presence demands respect. Even when you do not see them if you are in their territory you would be wise to be careful. Pumas know how to pick their fights, taking on challenges with strategy and retreating when they know they are outmatched.

I think these things fit Harvey and Two-Face quite well. He may not be as high on the social ladder as say, Bruce, but he is no less of an important figure in his community. You know when he is in the room and you think about him when he isn't there. He is intelligent and strategic. He's never to be underestimated and most fear and or respect him. These things apply as a rogue or as a candidate. These strengths are what put a target on his back and thus becoming Two-Face. I also do not know enough about this but pumas are not as solitary as other cats. Which fit with Harvey's ambivert personality.

Harley Quinn (Harleen Quinzel) - Spotted Hyena

This one is also an obvious one I would think. Spotted hyenas are a matrical species, meaning the females are in charge. Harley as a character I think usually represents feminine strength at least in recent years. Hyenas are very strong, they take what they want and fiercely protect what is theirs. They have a nasty reputation but live in a pretty unforgiving environment. Hyenas actually do hunt and have to protect their prizes from animals like lions. They have good reason to be the way they are.

Harley is a pretty unpleasant person but she has her reasons. Having dealt with a lot throughout her life. Her actions come from a place of pain though ruthless. She is not satisfied with what she does at the end of the day. She knows she has a lot work to do and a lot to figure out. Scary as she is.

Poison Ivy (Pamela Isley)- Orchid mantis

Another animal associated with feminine power. Mantis are fierce and confident, they stand their ground even against other animals much bigger than they are. They are not very fast and can't fly very well, but are a top insect predator. They have no need to chase, just sit and wait until the opportunity to strike comes to them. Of course, they have the reputation of eating the head of their mates, but that's actually common for insects. Still fitting.

Ivy is a powerful person literally and personality-wise. She has incredible control of her environment as long as there are any plants around. She is beautiful and deadly. Anyone who can get close to her is very lucky. She's pretty content keeping to herself and her plants and is laid back when she is comfortable. She takes opportunities when they are presented to her with full force. Best stay on her good side and give her space. She makes a wonderful mantis.

Bane (Antonio Diego) - Grizzly bear

Bears are incredibly strong but it's not just brawn they have brain too. Bane is not just a brute, he knows how to use his strength well and is incredibly strategic. A bear can be a very scary animal but also fun to observe. Some find them cute, and some find them terrifying. Bane also comes off in a similar way, it just depends on what you know about him. He is someone you can have deep and philosophical conversations with but most would be too scared to approach him. Unfortunately, his addiction makes him unpredictable and behave in a way he would not want to. Bane does have a code he follows and will return the respect you give him. Just a bear will respect your space if you know how to behave in their territory.

Catwoman (Selina Kyle) - Domsitic long-hair cat

Yeah, Catwoman is meant to be a cat in person form so, I don't think there is much to explain. She comes and goes as she pleases and does what she wants. She likes to bother those with no interest in her. The whole shebang. Not bad but not good, just her own brand.

Mad Hatter (Jervis Tetch) - Arctic hare

Arctic hares are one of the largest species of hare. They mainly live alone but come together for warmth and mating. I'm still not too sure about this, I haven't found much on this yet but it seems like rabbits are much more territorially and aggressive than hares. Either way, most think Jervis is a rabbit and not a hare, because of his height and demeanor. Hares are often seen as crazy and generally have a wild reputation, and Jervis is pretty demure. This instead comes out as passion for the things he loves. However, if he is pushed too far all of his pent-up emotions and frustrations will come out in an explosive response. Despite his appearance, he's very fit and strong. He has metabolic issues that make it difficult to lose weight so in his efforts to lose it he instead makes himself stronger. A similar effect to powerlifters. I thought specifically an Arctic hare was fitting because of this reason, as an arctic animal it's incredibly important for them to gain weight to survive the harsh weather. Something that others believe including Jervis himself thinks is a weakness actually becomes a strength. He does become more comfortable with himself eventually, but he has a lot of trauma to overcome to fix his own self-image.

Riddler (Edward Nigma) - Domestic rat

Rats are very social and intelligent. Despite media depictions, they keep themselves clean and are very affectionate. Ed is very much an extrovert and hates being alone, though he can be overbearing at times he loves those close to him very much and gives as much as he takes. Rats are great at getting around being able to squeeze into most places and can tread water for a long time (ironically Ed cannot swim). Ed can also squirm his way into anything be it physically or finding information. Rats enjoy causing mischief and are often high-energy, they need a lot of enrichment. Ed is functioning at 100% and crashes to 0% once he's out of energy, he has to keep himself busy and do little evil genius tasks until he's completely exhausted himself.

(I drew these on stream and Marxtheimpish asked to give Ed a cheerio, and Jervis lettuce, Ed is mad he only got one single cheerio.)

Scarecrow (Jonathan Crane) - Milksnake

A pretty biased pick since I mentioned snakes are my favorite animal, and Scarecrow is my favorite rogue but I have a good reason for my choice. First of all, as someone raised in the South, I associate milk snakes (and therefore corn snakes and rat snakes) with the country. They can often be found on farms and are great pest control and that also makes me also associate them with scarecrows. Milksnakes mimic coral snakes to scare away predators. Jonathan does something similar and comes off as scary and intimating but for the sake of his own protection. Snakes really want to be left alone and so does Jonathan. Snakes are often misunderstood and seen as something evil (especially by some religious people), but they are anxious skittish creatures and will stay out of your way. The religious association is another reason I picked a snake. Most people assume the worst in Jonathan because of his appearance and aloof disposition. He's pretty tired of trying to prove them wrong and has convinced himself he can't be anything else. But know this, there is no such thing as an offensive snake there are only defensive snakes.

Music Meister (Darius Chapel) - Golden-breasted starling

This one is mostly a visual choice. Darius is a pretty boy so of course he should be a pretty bird. Starlings are also a songbird and incredible at mimicking sounds. Just as Darius is an incredible singer and has a wide range of expressing himself musically. I think starlings are sometimes seen as pests or nuisance, I've only heard that in passing. If that's true that fits with Darius. Some people find him annoying but he's a very pleasant person.

Polkadot man (Abner Krill) - Spotted newt

Spotted newts are poisonous and their spots and color advertise that. Just as Abner has dangerous spots. This is mainly the reason why I chose a newt for Abner. I think aposematism, when an animal is colorful because it is toxic, is a really cool thing that happens in nature. I couldn't pass up the chance. Newts are also very cute and humble animals so all the more reason.

Mr.Freeze (Viktor Fries) - Polar bear

Of course, Viktor is a polar bear. Polar bears are solitary animals, especially the males. They only need themselves, and can only afford to care for themselves in the environment they live in. Viktor is a very independent person. He's confident in his abilities and can do almost anything by himself. Nora is an arctic fox, I bring this up because arctic foxes often follow polar bears around. So they are a perfect match. Polar bears are very formidable, you do not want to get in Viktor's way. Though he may seem cold, he is a good person with a big heart.

The Penguin (Ozwald Cobblepot) - Emperor penguin

Yeah, penguin. Emperor penguins care very deeply for their families and don't much care for anyone else. They will brave harsh weather and dangerous waters all for the sake of their families. Oz does not like anyone besides his family. He'll go through any extreme he needs to, no questions asked. Just a cranky old man that wants to give his loved ones a good life.

I'm much better at expressing myself visually than verbally so I'm not sure if this was comprehensive enough. I don't feel like I got out what I had in my head properly. So please feel free to ask any questions. Also, most of these facts are from my memory and may be inaccurate, but I did my best to fact-check myself when I was unsure of something. So if I got something wrong please correct me, I love learning more about animals. Otherwise, enjoy this word vomit infodump.

-Fluffy

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llamagoddessofficial · 1 year

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biggest of brain energy re warm bread and beloved skeletons - so.... might i offer you .................. patisserie/baker au??

the boys are all rival(ish) bakers/pastry chefs on the same cute little side block of a quaint walkable downtown.

Sans has that extremely detailed, finicky pastry work down pat, on top of all the strange new versions that keep, somehow, making filo dough more difficult and yet structurally impressive. he's tried all those cool gastro-chef techniques, but just loves & excels at the fancy little pastries. absolutely the type to just close the shop when he's sold out of whatever he felt interested in making a lot of that day. surprisingly good-yet-bad social media presence. makes the jokiest videos and jankiest signs advertising when he's got a new batch of Something Tasty out, but the most beautiful shots of his pastries.

Red is one of those not-so-surprisingly charming excon-type (maybe never actually in prison, but y'know) bakers that looks intimidating but makes the best goddamn homey baked goods you ever had. pies, breads, big soft filled rolls, anything that feels ghibli as hell, frankly. has a not-so-secret love of making those really decorative lattice-style pie crusts; can absolutely make art you wouldn't want to eat if not for how damned good you know the pie is. always the most slammed during autumn, has spirited """debates""" with Sans (who is directly across the cobbled street) whenever they get deliveries at the same time, often about incredibly inane but opinionated baking nuances. accidentally best friends with all the local widows and grandmas. frequently propositioned by all genders.

Skull is a bit of the odd man out - he used to work at a little old cakeshop on the corner, but Something Happened one day and that corner store has frustratingly been turned into Insert Encroaching Soulless Chain Here. he now works at the back of the little pizzeria, making the best goddamn pizza dough anyone's ever had. seeing him flip and spin those pizzas is art in and of itself. rumor still had it that there was someone on staff at that cakeshop that could make the most dazzling wedding cakes you ever did see, but they also made the flavors involved so harmonious you could cry....

....... MC is a new arrival, perhaps opening up her own little shop - a little cafe maybe, specializing in warm drinks and a simple menu of baked goods like croissants and scones and cookies, some finger foods, and most importantly Cozy Vibes.

maybe she puts out an ad for a proper baker to help her out while she makes the teas and coffees and runs the front....

... and maybe some shenanigans ensue ✧∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

genius. absolutely genius. allow me to lose my fucking mind

Mc opens up her delightful little cafe. It's small, obviously, since she's technically the only employee- though she's great at coffee she struggles to make anything more complex than a cookie for cafe food. Her croissants melt and flatten, her pies collapse, her attempts at macarons just spread out into a sheet. So! She puts out an ad!

Sans: Ironically, his habit of only making what he's interested in and randomly closing shop without warning has made his desserts even more sought after. The incredible intricate and unique nature of his treats give them an element of scarcity, and people will come from all over to get to his next batch early. The sign out the front says 'open 10am to 5pm monday to wednesday. open some thursdays, depends how i feel. closed the second friday in the month, unless we were open thursday before. open saturday. closed sunday'.

He was a bit suspicious of her cafe, he'll admit it. He's suspicious of anything new on the street. Various chain brands have been infiltrating the previously majority monster-run area, and he hates the way his favourite place is slowly being subsumed by shitty corporate machine-made food. But it only took one visit (purely out of curiosity) for him to get love at first sight.

Since his store has such a reputation, he can afford to flunk whenever he likes to go sit in with her and chat for hours; he's a welcome presence. After noticing her difficulty with baking he starts giving her tips but quickly graduates to giving her some of his stock, instantly boosting her popularity. She thinks he's giving her leftover stock he doesn't need- she has no idea he's making stuff specifically for her.

Red: Red and Pap do have a tendency to treat their business like it's a mafia. The way they call it the 'family business' often makes people think it's a front for organised crime. And it was, once- the two of them only opened the store to cover up what was happening behind the scenes. But then they enjoyed running a bakery so much that they dropped the crime. He doesn't like the way Sans has turned baking into something snooty and highbrow; Red thinks food should be delicious and comforting, not a one-bite commodity people pay out of the nose for.

Red becomes a cafe regular, he goes during breaks and straight after work. He spends most of his time standing up at the counter flirting relentlessly, but he's so on the dot that she usually has his order ready for him. He offers to teach her to make a good pie- "payment? what're you talkin' about, doll? seein' yer pretty face is payment enough fer me." There would definitely be some scenes of him teaching her to bake... standing behind her with his hands over hers, showing her the technique to fold dough, though neither of them are really concentrating because he's grinning like an idiot and she can only feel how hot her face is.

(He'd probably ruin it with a 'wish you'd pound my dough like that'. A swift smack, and the magic of the moment is over)

Skull: He's the one that responds to her ad.

Though he didn't mind his job, per say, he misses being able to make his own stuff. Pizza tossing can only do so much to fill the baking-shaped hole in his heart. He wanted to apply anyway, it was just a stroke of luck that the cafe owner turned out to be the love of his life. Though he's a bit spooky and looks at her like he can't see anything else, she's quick to accept him, telling him he can make whatever he wants- and that's when he works his magic. All the stunning cakes lining the display case are his handiwork.

He's a man of few words, and he doesn't like being in public, so he's always in the back baking and cleaning. He wishes he had the confidence to talk to her more. She brings him coffee whenever she has time, as thanks for all his hard work... she leaves foam art, since it's one of the few things she can do. Though when she leaves a heart, the coffee usually ends up going cold. He tends to just stare at the heart until the foam is gone.

#llamagines #coffee shop au #fuck it we ballin #got us a coffee shop au

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hatt0riart · 11 months

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I WANTED TO MAKE MORE THAN JUST THIS but it took like. a week to get done and im sick these days

anyways in light of mk1's nonsense i revisited some koncepts i had for a roleswap au. i took hanzo's inspiration from a mix of mkx and mk11 outfits and kuai i kind of just winged it based off my own preferences in past appearances!!

more rambling is under the cut about the actual AU :-]

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY ART ON ANY OTHER SOCIAL MEDIA OR CROP THEM FOR ICONS. THANK YOU!

SO I HAVE NOT ACTUALLY DEVELOPED THIS BEYOND SOME OLD SKETCHES I HAD OF KUAI'S DESIGN but i had some general ideas of how this was supposed to work???

the shirai ryu is still alive and well! he's still a family man and very clan oriented. satoshi is still born and grows into his clan's responsibilities, however harumi dies in child birth.

the lin kuei on the other hand is Not Doing Well. they end up getting wiped out during a raid from the shirai ryu and most of kuai's immediate family (whether by choice or blood) ends up going down with them.

prior to this kuai ends up passing after a failed mission to retrieve the map of elements from the shaolin temple in an attempt to prove himself to his clan. (instead of bi-han being the one set on that path, kuai ends up taking the initiative instead WAY before he's ready without anyone's knowledge and ends up dying when met with scorpion.)

most of it is similar how it is in actual canon for how scorpion's story goes. he gets resurrected he pledges loyalty to quan chi in order to get revenge, blah blah blah. mortal kombat happens. the two meet again at some point.

kuai's still on that "you killed my family" juice but its...more so about familial ties (like bi-han and smoke) rather than it being the love(s) of his life (like hanzo's wife and son) , seeing as he died young from his own overzealous nature.

very much has anger issues. he's impatient and has alot shorter of a temper by comparison to scorpion in the original canon. hardly ever humbled until that point lol

hanzo on the other hand is surprisingly more lax. meditates often, drinks alot of tea and while he *IS* stressed he handles it alot better than kuai does. maybe has a problem of ignoring his problems though for the sake of the task at hand.

kuai ends up harassing hanzo alot in this AU even outside of the tournament. he's kind of a bitchy ghost there to remind hanzo of what happened to him and lowkey hanzo guilts over it.

kuai has alot of grim reaper motifs in his design. he carries a scythe made of ice primarily and fights at a more long distance range.

hanzo on the other hand is alot more of an up close brawler. he keeps alot of design traits from mkx with a bit of mk11 sprinkled in for inspiration of his "classic" design.

STILL A PYROMANCER!! i just havent thought out how. he's just regarded with a bit more respect for having those unnatural abilities lol

but yeah this is just me spitballing in bullet points. i'm hoping to make more stuff later that is a bit more...thought out properly but it follows more of like

mk mythologies --> mk9 -> mkx

type of timeline i guess? except hanzo is in bi-han's position and kuai ends up being put in scorpion's. bi-han doesn't really have a place in the AU outside of being a background character and driving motive for kuai's vengeance later on. (though we're not gonna talk about how bi-han's mentality eventually fed into kuai's at a young age and made him come to the conclusions he did before he died.... maybe.)

smoke exists for the sake of painful flashbacks lol

satoshi's also a bg character but he does end up growing up with the shirai ryu and takes on his own share of clan responsibilities. idk whether or not he takes after hanzo's pyromancy or not in this AU but either way he grows up to be a well respected figure in the clan!

alot of stuff outside of this remains the same though, just the lin kuei and shirai ryu's dynamics get swapped.

ANYWAYS YEAH IF YOU READ THRU ALL THIS THANKS FOR READING BYEEEE (i'll be adding to this au more later on when i finish my other sketches lol)

#mortal kombat #au #mortal kombat au #mk #mk1 #mkx #mk11 #mk9 #sub zero #scorpion #kuai liang #hanzo hasashi #roleswap au #subscorp #subscorp roleswap au

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phoenixyfriend · 7 months

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I’m actually interested on your thoughts on stewjon-or any other sci-fi or fantasy land- being “space!scotland”.

I’m Scottish, and it actually kinda turns me off of a fic? Like, it gives me an uncanny valley feeling?

Part of it is due to it, most of the time at least, leaning heavily on the English stereotypes of Scotland? Like. We’re not people who think and feel and integrate people from other cultures, we’re not our better social support and services than england, we’re not people who can enjoy the land *and* be modern people, no.

We’re tartan wearing redheads speaking in a “terrible accent” that can’t be understood, whispering about fae stories and superstition, simultaneously getting in fights in Glasgow and carving Glasgow grins, and huddling in stone huts playing bagpipes and carding wool.

It’s uh, dehumanising a bit. And I didn’t realise I had that big of a rant, feel free to ignore this I was just curious from how you were talking about the Moses!obiwan thing.

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That tracks! It's a wider problem that incidentally managed to get picked up and spread in a really unfortunate way by fandom, presumably in large part by Americans who Don't Know What They're Doing when they just want to, idk, fantasize about Ewan McGregor speaking in his natural voice.

I think a weird but important note is that, regardless of the Space Scotland thing, I don't usually see Stewjon portrayed, like... positively? It's a shitty background element (infanticide backstory with the barest explanation), a fantasy misogyny place (a lot of the royalty AUs, especially the omegaverse ones, and especially smut), or a general underdeveloped, low-tech, backwater nightmare (also usually used for the smut). I've seen combinations of all three, and it's a toss of the coin if the author includes the Space Scotland element in addition to the above.

(I've seen one or two that seem to take way more inspo from a mix of Imperial China and 17th century France, for instance, or just keep it vaguely European.)

Even the ones that I think try to do the Space Scotland thing respectfully, I can't really comment on because, uh, I'm not Scottish by any stretch and don't know what degree of what element is reasonable.

(I think I can sort of relate in terms of Serbian representation in Western media? Such as it is. Generally we get to be gangsters, sad orphans, an evil priest selling babies to aliens, vampire-inspired cannibals, or Belgrade gets to be a setting where there is literally not a single Serbian character. Not the same thing but I wanted to give some examples to explain why I feel I can relate when people talk about this sort of thing.)

#lightsaberwieldingdalek #star wars #phoenix answers asks #obi wan kenobi #stewjon #stewjon is space scotland

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love--galore · 1 year

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Finding Paradise pt. 1 / a gojo x reader au smut (nsfw)

part 1 / part 2

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: gojo satoru x reader

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: Y͏o͏u͏ a͏r͏e͏ a͏ j͏o͏u͏r͏n͏a͏l͏i͏s͏t͏, a͏n͏d͏ h͏a͏v͏e͏ b͏e͏e͏n͏ s͏a͏c͏r͏i͏f͏i͏c͏e͏d͏ b͏y͏ y͏o͏u͏r͏ m͏a͏g͏a͏z͏i͏n͏e͏ c͏o͏m͏p͏a͏n͏y͏ t͏o͏ a͏u͏d͏i͏t͏i͏o͏n͏ f͏o͏r͏ F͏i͏n͏d͏i͏n͏g͏ P͏a͏r͏a͏d͏i͏s͏e͏, t͏h͏e͏ h͏o͏t͏t͏e͏s͏t͏ r͏o͏m͏a͏n͏c͏e͏ g͏a͏m͏e͏ s͏h͏o͏w͏ t͏h͏a͏t͏ t͏a͏k͏e͏s͏ p͏l͏a͏c͏e͏ o͏n͏ a͏ t͏r͏o͏p͏i͏c͏a͏l͏ i͏s͏l͏a͏n͏d͏. T͏h͏e͏ s͏h͏o͏w͏ h͏a͏s͏ b͏e͏e͏n͏ y͏o͏u͏r͏ c͏o͏m͏p͏a͏n͏y͏’s͏ t͏o͏p͏ a͏r͏t͏i͏c͏l͏e͏, a͏n͏d͏ y͏o͏u͏ h͏a͏v͏e͏ t͏h͏e͏ p͏o͏t͏e͏n͏t͏i͏a͏l͏ t͏o͏ b͏e͏ g͏i͏v͏e͏n͏ $1͏0͏,0͏0͏0͏ f͏o͏r͏ a͏ l͏o͏n͏g͏ r͏u͏n͏t͏i͏m͏e͏. O͏n͏ t͏h͏e͏ o͏t͏h͏e͏r͏ h͏a͏n͏d͏, G͏o͏j͏o͏ i͏s͏ a͏ professional athlete, w͏h͏o͏ g͏o͏t͏ f͏a͏m͏o͏u͏s͏ f͏o͏r͏ h͏i͏s͏ g͏o͏o͏d͏ l͏o͏o͏k͏s͏. H͏e͏ i͏s͏ n͏o͏t͏ l͏o͏o͏k͏i͏n͏g͏ t͏o͏ f͏i͏n͏d͏ l͏o͏v͏e͏, a͏s͏ h͏e͏ i͏s͏ m͏o͏r͏e͏ f͏o͏c͏u͏s͏e͏d͏ o͏n͏ w͏i͏n͏n͏i͏n͏g͏, b͏u͏t͏ a͏f͏t͏e͏r͏ m͏e͏e͏t͏i͏n͏g͏ y͏o͏u͏ o͏n͏ t͏h͏e͏ s͏h͏o͏w͏, w͏i͏l͏l͏ h͏i͏s͏ m͏o͏t͏i͏v͏e͏s͏ c͏h͏a͏n͏g͏e͏?

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 3.8k

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭

“I am most looking forward to testing myself against nature’s elements. I’ve always been competitive ever since I was a kid, so knocking everyone out will not be a problem… In terms of the romance aspect, they’ll come my way, but ultimately, my goal here is to win. After all, I’m the strongest.” — Satoru Gojo, Pre-Game Interview

✭・.・✫ ☼

You entered your hotel with your two suitcases and backpack in hand, finally allowing your body to relax for the first time since your 4am flight as you sprawled across the soft queen-sized bed. You unlocked your phone to check the time and as you did, you noticed the hundreds of notifications as new followers and comments flooded your social media. You never expected to have so many people follow you like you were some celebrity, but you figured that was the way these reality TV shows were.

Even as you auditioned for the new romance reality show, Finding Paradise, you never believed you would actually be dropped onto an island for two months and swarmed by a camera crew day and night. Damn your co-worker… She was the other lead journalist and was supposed to take on this project for your magazine’s special article on Finding Paradise, but she announced her pregnancy a month prior to auditions and you had no time to process your new role before it was inevitably passed onto you.

“Do I have to be on the show?” You recalled sighing as you faced your boss, who sat across from you behind her desk, nodding her head.

“Seeing that you are the only other young and single lady in the writing department, it only makes sense that you participate in the show so we can write the exclusive article.”

You scrunch your nose. “What’s in it for me?”

“A bonus.” Your boss said casually, and your ears perked up. “You’ll receive one thousand immediately if you land a role in the new season’s cast, and the rest after completing a decent runtime on the show. We’re hoping for at least 3 episodes.”

Ten-thousand dollars? Shit, you could definitely use the extra money and vacation. Well, technically you would still be working while on the show, but two months on the island for a romance show sounded easier than your normal nine to five work routine. Or was it? You didn’t know. You had never seen the show.

“And if you win, there’s also the hundred-thousand dollar pot that you split with your partner.” Your boss added, and you shifted nervously in your seat. When you began working at the magazine publishing house, you heard how important covering the show was as it was one of the biggest articles that flooded money to your company’s pop culture magazine, but never in a hundred years did you think they would choose you to audition for it. However, as you boarded the private plane, relaxed in the hotel room paid for entirely by the show, and scrolled through the newly released articles about the new season’s cast, which included your name, there was simply no denying your new reality.

You sighed, tossing your phone and moving to the bathroom. A shower would help calm your nerves. Filming started tomorrow, so you had a big day to look forward to. You glanced at the mirror in the short hallway as you made your way to the bathroom. You twisted your body and placed your hands on your hips, observing your figure with fresh eyes.

A lot of the audition process had to do with scrutinizing your looks and body, which the producers seemed satisfied with, and after hearing you describe your personality and how you would act in certain situations, you were pushed to new rounds until you reached the final audition round and before you knew it, you were officially cast in Finding Paradise.

You closed your eyes, rubbing your temples. The money. You were working for your ten grand check. Even if possibly thousands of people would be analyzing your actions as they watched the show, you didn’t care as you would be satisfied with the check waiting for you when you returned home. You told yourself this, at least, but your heart betrayed you, beating rapidly in your chest.

You slowed your breathing and turned on the shower, stepping inside and taking in the warmth of the water. It helped you relax your nerves, and after you finished, you felt better. You checked the time again, nine thirty-five p.m., and decided to call it a night. But before you did, you checked your texts where the producer sent you a message.

“Reminder! Make your way to the lobby tomorrow morning with your belongings by 8 a.m. sharp! We will depart for the island shortly thereafter and immediately begin filming. Get a good night's rest. You will need it!”

You bit your tongue and rolled over on your bed, clutching the pillow beside you. Were you in over your head? You sighed heavily. At this point, there was no turning back and you made a promise to yourself that you were going to make the best out of your situation. Who knows? Maybe you could make new friends…or find a potential boyfriend? That was the purpose of the show, after all. You felt your cheeks burn as you considered the idea, and forced yourself to shut your eyes and fall asleep.

✭・.・✫ ☼

The island was absolutely beautiful. You peered down through the helicopter window with wide eyes, utterly mesmerized by the clear blue waves that surrounded the lush green trees that inhabited the island.

You felt your heart race against your chest as the helicopter neared the ground, but reminded yourself that everything would be okay. You were confident in your ability to adapt to new environments and also your charm to make a name for yourself while on the show. You passed the auditions for a reason, right?

The helicopter landed smoothly on the island where the crew were already waiting. You stepped off of the landing towards the group of crew members who greeted you and guided you towards a path.

“You are the first cast member to arrive and appear in filming.” A man with a clipboard and earpiece pointed to the path. “You will enter through this path and down the steps towards the water where a seating area will be. Other cast members will follow suit upon their arrival, and instructions for your first mission will be reported after everyone has been introduced. Does that make sense?”

Your mind spun as you tried to keep up with his instructions, but you nodded your head. Follow the path down to the water, sit, and wait.

“Got it.” You replied, and he nodded his head, gesturing the crew towards you. Crew members touched up your makeup and fixed your hair and outfit. You had decided on wearing a sage green midi dress over your black bikini. It had a sweetheart neckline that hugged your chest and a-line skirt that flowed out slightly past your knees. The material was flowy and breathable which was helpful in the hot weather that surrounded you. You adjusted your wedge sandals which had a slight heel, adding two inches to your height, and breathed out slowly.

“Remember, head down to the water but take your time. The cameras will be rolling once they spot you from the bottom of the steps.” The producer said, and you nodded your head.

He pressed onto his earpiece and mumbled a few words before giving you a thumbs up and pointing to the pathway. You slowly made your way towards the direction he pointed and descended the wooden staircase that led to the calm blue water. It wasn’t a long way down, but it felt like forever. You noticed the cameramen scattered around the staircase and waiting at the bottom, but you made sure to keep your eyes looking natural and lips smiling as you focused on your destination.

You finally reached the seating area, which was essentially a large woven couch with blankets, and sat down, adjusting your hair. You silently thanked the universe for not tripping on the staircase or on the sandy beach, and waited patiently for the next person. Would it be a female or male participant next? You felt your palms sweat slightly as you waited in anticipation, and squinted slightly as a figure began descending the steps.

It was a male, and even from the bottom of the staircase, you could tell he was very tall and well built. His platinum white hair framed his face so chic and effortlessly, and his outfit consisted of white linen pants and a thin black collared shirt. He also wore dark circular sunglasses, which made him look like a celebrity. Maybe he was one, and you just didn’t know.

Your jaw almost dropped as you admired him from afar, but you quickly resisted the urge, remembering the various cameras that were likely filming your reaction. You kept your face neutral as you tried to remain calm and cool outwardly, but inside, you were practically screaming.

He crossed the sandy beach in long strides towards the seating area where you sat, and took a seat next to you.

“Hey, I’m y/n l/n.” You greeted him politely.

He lifted his sunglasses, resting them atop his head, and smiled down at you. “I’m Satoru Gojo, but call me Gojo. It’s nice to meet you.”

You were mesmerized by his vivid blue eyes that seemed to shine the ocean behind the two of you, but gathered yourself enough to reply normally. “Nice to meet you, too.”

The other contestants floated down the staircase like royalty, showing off camera-ready smiles and expensive looking outfits. You smiled politely at each of them and counted in your head the male to female ratio. Including you, it was six and six, an even split.

While this was a game show, the contestants seemed to range in occupation. There was Yuji Itadori, who was a soccer player, and Nobara Kugisaki, who was an Instagram model. The others looked just as high-profile. You wondered where Gojo fell on the spectrum. Based on his tall and lean build, he must be an athlete of some sort. You didn’t pay attention to sports well, so he could be a top athlete and you wouldn’t know it. You felt your confidence waver.

“Hello, everyone! Welcome to Finding Paradise, the show where you compete on an island for a cash prize and may find love on the way.” The game show host announced as he walked across the sand over to the group. You felt your body buzz with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. “Today we will jump into the challenges with our famous Snatching Game.”

You cursed internally. You made sure to study the first season, and the Snatching Game was a grueling opener, forcing each contestant to race across the sand and swim 30 meters to floating waterproof bags with high-value items. It could be a knife, hammock, or even food.

After the host explained the rules of the game, the twelve of you were led to an area of the island where anchored red bags floated in a line. You stood on a line in the middle of two women, and they removed their clothing. You followed suit, lifting your dress and revealing your swimsuit.

You opted for a sporty two-piece while some of the women had more revealing bikinis. They looked stunning like models but you silently prayed for them that they wouldn’t lose their tops during the race.

You peered to the left of the group of women where the men were preparing to race. The men were all topless, revealing more six packs and muscular veiny arms than you had ever seen before. Gojo stood at the end of the line and you couldn’t help but quickly admire the expanse of muscles coursing around his torso and arms. While he had much fairer skin, he was still tanned evenly as if he was outside often. Definitely an athlete. You wondered what sport he played.

“The first person to grab one of the floating bags wins a separate prize, as well.” The host reminded everyone, and you zeroed in on the red bags floating over the waves. There was one less bag than the amount of people competing, meaning there was one person who wouldn’t get an item. While there was a very slim chance you’d win the first place prize, you were dead set on not being last.

The host counted down on his loudspeaker and after shouting “Go!”, everyone simultaneously began sprinting across the sand. You controlled your breathing as you ran, eyeing the people around you as you kicked up sand. There were four men and two women ahead of you with the rest behind. For now, you were in seventh place, but that was before everyone hit the water.

Normally, you would hesitate before entering cold salty water, but the adrenaline rushing inside of you forced your body to dive into the blue waves. You didn’t know fancy swimming moves, but kicking your legs and propelling your arms was enough to win you a red bag which you grabbed ungracefully. It had a long black strap that you draped across your body, but before you could make your way back to shore, you felt a tug at the bag.

You shifted your attention to your left where another contestant, a woman with a blonde ponytail, was holding the end of the corner of your red bag. You tried to swim away, but she was persistent, yanking the bag towards herself. You tried floating in place, but with her dragging the bag, you were losing energy.

Her free hand pushed at your face, digging into your cheek. Fuck, it resorted to fighting, huh? Rage subsequently flared over your body, and you kicked at the other contestant, pushing your heel into her stomach and after more struggling, you were finally able to yank the bag out of her grip. Without hesitating, you swam back to shore.

The salty water stung your eyes, but you continued propelling yourself forward until the water was shallow enough to stand. You then ran onto the beach where everyone else was standing with their bags in hand. You hunched over, pressing your hands into your knees as you caught your breath. You heard movement behind you and observed as the woman angrily stormed out of the water and past you empty handed.

“Wow!” The host exclaimed. “First game, and we are already seeing some amazing action.”

You rolled your eyes, rising up and gripping the strap to your bag. It was light as a feather, almost as if there was nothing in it. You opened the bag and raised an eyebrow at the waterproof cloth rolled up inside. You grabbed the item and sighed in relief. It was a hammock. It would definitely be useful.

“Our first place winner is none other than Satoru Gojo.” The host announced, and everyone turned to Gojo who stood proudly next to him. “How does the first game feel?”

“I was excited before coming here, but the first game really solidified that feeling. It was fun.” He replied coolly, flashing a smile at the cameraman who zoomed the recording device in on his face.

Fun? You almost scoffed. You almost drowned fighting off the woman, meanwhile Mr. First Place was likely kicking his feet back watching the tussle from the shore. You eyed the woman whose arms were crossed.

The host walked over to her side and brought his microphone up to her face which was pinched into a scowl. “Can you tell me what happened back there, Mimiko?”

She sighed. “Well, you can’t do much in the water when people steal your item from you. I got unlucky.”

Your eyes widened incredulously, and you resisted laughing. Please, you were on your way back to shore when she tried to snag the bag, likely because she was last and didn’t have a choice but to steal from the person closest to her.

Suddenly, the microphone was shoved into your face. “Y/N, what do you have to say in response?”

You shifted your gaze to the camera lens, and shrugged. “It’s a competition, and I don’t plan on losing anytime soon.”

With that, the host announced the next part of the Snatching Game where partners are decided. The coin was flipped between which gender would be choosing, and it ended up being tails, which meant the men were deciding their partners. It was in order of who got to shore first, so Gojo was the first to pick.

You scanned down the line of women, all of whom were bright eyed and smiling as he touched his chin, pondering silently. Two of the women looked to be athletes or from the military with their thick thighs and muscular arms, so they would likely be the smartest choice for athletic challenges. On the other hand, the woman who fought for your bag looked to be a model with her small bikini and slim figure, so someone like her could play into the romance aspect of the show. However, the pale-haired man was taking his sweet time.

You watched his eyes scan the line of women until landing on you. You felt your heart skip slightly, and it started to beat out of your chest upon seeing his slim finger pointing at you. “I’m choosing Y/N. She’s got a little fighter in her.”

You saw jaws visibly drop in your peripheral, and you refrained from doing so yourself. Gojo sauntered to your side and placed his hands behind his back. He eyed you from his distance above and you held his gaze. You would have never predicted this event to occur, but finally, things were interesting.

✭・.・✫ ☼

After pairing up, you all were instructed to explore the island and find your designated campsites. Gojo led the way through the dense and humid forest, swinging an ax at the branches blocking the way.

“Was that your prize for first place?” You asked, and he nodded, flashing a smile back at you.

“Aren’t you a lucky girl?”

“Hmm.” You replied, turning and watching as the beach grew smaller and smaller behind you. “Are we almost there?”

“I think I see a small clearing.” He pointed his ax forward where a small clearing of sand and grass sat. The two of you reached the campsite and he placed his hands on his hips. “Home, sweet home.”

You dropped the bag from your shoulder and revealed the hammock which was tightly rolled into another bag. “I’ll start setting up our bed.”

“You got a hammock?” He asked, closing the distance between the two of you and touching the waterproof fabric.

You instinctively stepped back, your cheeks heating from the proximity, but forced your head to nod. “What item did you get?”

He lifted his bag and it looked a lot heavier than yours. He reached his hand in and revealed a large can.

Your eyes widened. “Peanut butter?”

His eyes crinkled at the sides as he smiled. “Yeah, not bad, huh?”

You crossed your arms. “I guess it’s not the worst.”

Your stomach growled in response, and you blushed. It had been four hours on the island and you were already feeling the ache for a meal, but those no longer existed on the island.

“How about we have dinner before setting up?” He suggested, unscrewing the lid with ease.

“Shouldn’t we portion it out so it lasts longer?”

“We will, don’t worry.” He replied. You looked around you for a makeshift spoon, but all there was around you were dirty branches.

“Stick your finger in.” He stated simply, like it was the most obvious answer. You reeled back slightly, but ultimately walked up to the man and after sucking your finger slightly to clean it, you dipped your finger inside the jar.

“Whoa, that’s way too much.” Gojo pointed out, and you winced.

“Sorry, here you can take some off-” You extended your finger, waiting for him to take it from his own, but instead, the man brought your finger up to his lips and before you could comprehend what was happening, he licked half of the brown paste from your pointer finger. Your world shattered into a million pieces as his warm tongue lapped the spread from your finger. He sucked the end slightly, and you stared slack jawed as the man licked his lips lazily.

“Mmm.” He hummed, the side of his lips tipping up as if he was satisfied with himself. “Oh, sorry. I should’ve asked.”

Your finger shook slightly from the shock, but forced yourself to speak. “It’s…fine.”

You looked away, taking the peanut butter into your own lips. You couldn’t even revel in the savory taste since he decided to pull that stunt, so you silently grabbed your hammock and began hanging it up between two trees. He started chopping wood, likely for a fire. You tried to focus on hanging the hammock, but the image and feeling of him sucking your finger would not stop replaying in your memory.

You couldn’t help but feel a warm feeling bubbling in your stomach, reaching down to your core. You wanted to think you were just hungry, but you couldn’t deny the way your body reacted to such a sultry act from the most attractive man you’ve ever met. You sighed, and almost jumped upon Gojo materializing at your side.

“You should hang it higher because our weight will make it sink.” He reached up and wrapped the straps much higher than you were able to reach. You felt your face warm again. Our weight. Like the peanut butter, the two of you would be sharing the hammock, which would provide little comfort and little space between the two of you.

“Should we call it a night?” He asked, and you nodded. “Okay, we can try to start a fire tomorrow, since it’s already late.”

With that, you climbed into the hammock and held your breath as he climbed in as well.

“I’m going to face the other way.” You said quietly, and he nodded his head, doing the same. The two of you had your backs to each other in the cramped hammock, but it was more comfortable than sleeping on the sand with bugs and other crawling creatures.

For the next hour, you couldn’t sleep, but even above the chirping crickets and sway of the leaves, you heard the faint and steady breathing of the man with his back to you. At least someone was able to rest. You sighed heavily, still in awe that this island survival show was your current reality.

If you could survive this, you could survive anything.

✭・.・✫ ☼

part 2

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syrikif · 7 months

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Gamer Etiquette

Kodzuken x Streamer!Y/N

Pairing: Kenma Kozume x Fem!Reader

Genre: SMAU, Written Elements, Strangers to Lovers, Romance, Fluff, Humor, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Streamer/Youtuber AU

Upcoming content creator/streamer, Y/N, has gone viral for lots of things. Her infamous dumb moments, her blended cookie recipe (which tastes better than it sounds), the way she rages at her friends during games, and about a hundred more.

But her most recent viral moment? Accidentally knocking famous streamer, Kodzuken, off the Bedwars map and making him lose his two year winning streak.

Now with more attention (and hate) than she ever asked for, her only option left is to go to the source: the man himself, Kenma Kozume.

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Chapter 2 (a): Bedwars

Word Count: 2171

“Hey guys,” you smile at your webcam, “How’s everyone’s night been so far?” You adjust to get just a bit more comfortable, wrapping your favorite blanket around your legs as you observe their responses in chat.

“Oh my god you had sushi for dinner? That sounds so good.” You lean forward to get a closer look, “Awe thank you. I tried so hard to do my makeup today,” you inform everyone when you see a compliment fly past. “It took me like four business days to finish my eyeliner,” you roll your eyes at the memory.

You start humming softly as you read through chat, prompting everyone to start spamming for music and making you smile. “Okay okay, I get it guys I’ll put some music on.”

You pull open Spotify, selecting one of your favorite non-copyrighted playlists, “Is that loud enough? Oh- too loud?” You turn it down by about twenty percent, “Is that better?”

You grin, letting yourself relax against the back of your chair. “I don’t really have a plan for the stream; I just wanted to kind of chat for a little bit, explain why I was in the hospital and stuff.”

YOU WERE IN THE HOSPITAL????

You laugh when you see the message, realizing too late that you’d probably just dropped a bomb on everyone who doesn’t follow you on any of your other social media. “Oh yeah, sorry guys.” You suddenly snort, “Did someone just say I was in hospice for being dumb?”

You shake your head subconsciously, “Even funnier though is that they’re kind of right.”

You reach forward to grab the bottle of water resting on your desk, “Don’t worry it’s not anything serious. Like at all.” You pause to take a brief sip of the iced liquid, cringing at how cold it is when it enters your mouth. “Holy shit,” you shudder, “That was so fucking cold.”

You take a deep breath to regain your composure.

“Anyways, so basically I fell and hit my head yesterday and my friends just wanted to take me to the hospital to make sure I didn’t get a concussion or anything. And then it turned out that I was actually - like - super dehydrated so they wanted to give me an IV drip to get some fluids in me.” You lift your water bottle pointedly, “Hence the new addition to the stream.”

Normally you’d rarely ever have water during a stream, and if you did it was kept in a much smaller bottle. It’s different now though (your roommate made sure of that) since your current water bottle is big enough to cover your entire face if you were to hold it up.

“But now I am a-okay and in perfect condition. Well, mostly anyways.”

You spend some time just singing along to the music and responding to some of the messages you see in chat. You feel yourself relaxing as you talk with everyone, your tense shoulders loosening and your voice growing just a bit louder as you get more comfortable.

You’re always nervous to stream at first, despite having done it hundreds of times by now. You don’t think you’ll ever not be nervous to be completely honest. It was such a surreal experience, to be able to be so closely connected with so many different people from so many different places, that you were terrified of ever losing it.

“Oh my god you guys. So I made some pumpkin muffins with chocolate chips in them the other day and they are literally like the best thing I’ve probably ever baked in my life.”

Better than your blended cookies?

You roll your eyes, “Oh ha ha; you guys act like you’ve tried it. I promise you all that it’s literally ten times better than it sounds. I’ll have to post the recipe at some point because I genuinely think a lot of you would love them.”

I can attest to that ✋

“Sho,” you excitedly exclaim as you see your friend’s username. “You guys know Shoyo right?” You feel your head tilt, watching the varying responses flood your chat box. “Well if you don’t know who he is, he’s literally - like - famous for playing volleyball.”

I love Hinata! I met him once and he was so nice.

You nod rapidly in agreement, “Yes! He’s seriously gotta be the nicest person I’ve ever met.”

“Do you want to get on call with me?” You direct the question towards your close friend, subconsciously biting your lip as you await his answer.

Still at practice unfortunately 🙁

You pout, “Oh no.” With a small sigh, “I just don’t know what to do now. You got any suggestions, chat?”

You read as many messages as you can, eyebrows furrowing further the longer you sit there.

“I’m seeing a lot of minecraft; do we wanna play a bit of minecraft?” You hum in thought, swaying in your chair as you consider the idea. “How about Bedwars?”

Chat practically erupts at your words, capitalized letters and emotes flying by so fast that you don’t get any chance to read a single one. “Okay okay,” you laugh, “I get it.”

You set your water bottle back down, adjusting your keyboard to sit properly before grabbing your mouse. “Let’s play some Bedwars I guess.”

~~~

“Fuck you!”

You groan as you release your mouse, throwing your head back in annoyance as you die yet once again.

“How the fuck do I keep on dying? Literally what the fuck!” You chance a glance at your chat, hiding a smile at their reaction to your raging. You’ll admit it, while you are actually frustrated with the game, you’re definitely playing it up just a little bit for your audience.

You don’t wait for the round to end after you die, leaving the game and immediately running to join another one. You’ve been playing in teams of three, hoping that having the extra assistance would help you stay alive longer.

So far it’s proved to be completely futile.

“We’re definitely gonna win this one you guys,” you say just as the round begins. “Me-,” you pause to look at your teammate’s usernames, “PinkyFluff_22 and Kodzuken are going to absolutely demolish everyone else.”

What did she just sayyyyyyy 😳

I’m sorry you and WHO????

No way she’s playing with who I think she’s playing with

One in a million chance lol

Wtf

“What is everyone freaking out about?” You question as you patiently wait to collect some iron and gold, watching one of your teammates begin to cover the bed with a measly defense of red wool. “Kodzuken?”

You buy some wood and Endstone from the villager before purchasing a slightly better sword than the wooden one you were given. “Oh they stream?”

Girl 💀

How do you not know who he is?????

“Bro I don’t know,” you shrug, “I just work here okay.”

You sprint over to the bed, breaking the wool to replace it with the Endstone, layering the wood on top, and then finally placing the wool around it again. “I guess I’ll be bed defense then,” you say as you notice that you’re the only person left on the island.

“Oh shit someone’s coming!” You duck behind the giant cube of wool, watching the name tag get progressively closer to your island. You jump out as soon as you feel like they’re close enough, attacking the unaware oncomer and knocking them off the island within a few easy hits.

“Fuck yeah!” You jump around excitedly, proud of the way your plan was actually successful this time. “See that? I told you I’m not bad!”

You abruptly flinch as your character turns and comes face to face with another player. “Holy shit!” You release a sigh of relief as you realize it’s only your teammate, Kodzuken. “That scared me so bad. Oh my god,” you release your mouse briefly to place your hand on your chest.

While you’re distracted trying to calm your heartbeat, Kodzuken suddenly stops before you. “What is he doing?” But before you even have time to be suspicious he suddenly drops a pile of diamonds and emeralds on the ground.

You blink.

“Huh?” He looks pointedly at the gems then back up at you and back down, lightly tapping the block they’re floating on. “Is he giving them to me?”

You glance over at your chat, your character finally going into motion when you realize they’re all screaming at you to go pick them up. “Jesus, sorry. I got them, see? Look, I’m picking them up right now.”

You collect everything on the ground, crouching and un-crouching multiple times as a way to thank him. “Oh- shit,” you pause as a popup suddenly appears, “Stupid sticky keys!”

By the time you manage to exit out of the window, Kodzuken is nowhere to be found. “Well,” you look at your webcam, “That was unexpected.”

You quickly open game chat to send him a private message as fast as you possibly can.

“Thanks :)”

It’s the best you can do with the little time you have but you hope he appreciates it nonetheless.

“Okay, I’m gonna up our bed defense.” You repeat the earlier process all over again, only this time you add obsidian and make the outer layer made of wood. “Now that’s like literally impenetrable.”

You upgrade your sword to a bow and arrows before purchasing some TNT and fireballs and buying the Miner’s Fatigue trap. “Now the real question is whether I try to attack the bases next to us or not.”

Attackkkkkk

You’re gonna die

Kill them

We believe in you

“I guess it’s decided then,” you quickly shake out your hands. “Okay,” your voice fades as you run across the bridge you could only assume one of your teammate’s made.

You’re extremely quiet as you make your way across, keeping your eyes on the island next to you and turning back every now and then to check on your own. You’re biting your lip as you slowly make your way across the rival team’s bridge, crouching the entire time to hide your name.

You’re roughly twenty blocks away when you take the next step. Still crouching, you aim a fireball at their seemingly wool covered bed. “Yes!” You cheer as it makes its mark, blowing up the wool and revealing wood below it.

You know that you’ve alerted the players at this point (there’s no way you haven’t) so all you can do is run into the fire.

You’re panicking as you place some TNT around the bed, running away and into a player from the enemy team as it explodes. You use your mediocre sword to hit them away from you, mentally sighing as they get hit back enough for you to run away. “Oh my god oh my god oh my god,” you sprint towards the now revealed blue bed.

“Blue Bed was destroyed by Soft_Paws!”

You squeal out of both fear and excitement, adrenaline racing through you as you’re attacked by two of the blue players at once. You throw a fireball at them, shouting for joy when one of them is successfully knocked off the island.

“Holy shit!”

The next player is harder to kill, your health rapidly deteriorating as you battle with nothing but a stone sword and your adrenaline.

You have one heart left when it finally happens.

“Ecstasy.png was killed by Soft_Paws”

“Yes!” You kick your feet out, jumping up from your chair with your excitement before remembering that you’re still in a game. “Holy fuck I did it. I actually did it, you guys!”

She’s CRACKED

LETS GOOOO

WOOOOO

YEEEEESSSSSS

~~~

Roughly five minutes later, you’re still in the round. Everyone’s bed has been broken at this point but there are still three teams that are yet to be eliminated, yours included.

You’re sort of just hiding at the base, watching the chaos from afar as your one and only teammate left (Kodzuken) goes on a murder spree.

He’s running back to the team’s island when the incident occurs.

All you see is yellow leather armor and a yellow name tag, sprinting on the bridge connecting your base to the emerald island. You don’t even consider the fact that they’re currently being chased down by your teammate, you just aim.

Your aim is exceptionally good, so good in fact that the explosion knocks off both the yellow player and Kodzuken.

You freeze at the realization, your mouth falling open in complete horror as you piece together what you’d just done.

“I did not just do that,” you whisper, mostly to yourself as the events replay in your mind. “Oh my god,” you facepalm - forgetting (once again) that you’re still actually alive and participating in the game - and completely missing the person running towards you on the other bridge.

You hear the sound of something being attacked, echoing through your headphones and making your eyebrows furrow with confusion.

You abruptly gasp, but by then it’s too late.

You’re dead. And your team has lost.

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tennessoui · 6 months

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You know when I read the background characters AU, I totally thought you were going to go in a different direction.

Like Anakin and Obi-Wan are reoccurring background characters who are paired often together and decide to practice their acting skills(and flirting). So they act out their scenes. Slowly over the course of the season their characters meet, flirt, start dating, have arguments, break up, stare at each other in regret, then get back together.

Eventually when the show comes out and is noticed by fans and becomes a rare pair that eventually takes the Number #1 ship in this fandom. (Honestly the main show isn't as entertaining as these two)

(in reference to this au)

oooo this is so sweet in its own way i love them being recurring characters that totally steal the show cause tbh that was me watching aotc and rots anyway lol

what i really liked about them just being one-time extras is like...the almost of it all. they have such a great connection and they're having so much fun the entire time during filming, but they really only have a few days together maximum. probably only one 12 hour shift, and then their paths diverge....but it's not like they really forgot each other ever, they were just idiots and had some fun without getting contact details. they didn't realize they would sort of remember the other one for a really really long time

like it's such a good mix of stupid and silly and smitten

but i think there DEFINITELY is an element of them becoming a social media favorite, once they're both actors in like separate franchises, separate genres etc and fans are baying for like. anakin to guest star in an episode of obi-wan's show or obi-wan to have a small part in one of anakin's movies after like. a video clip of all of their moments being extra(s) gets released on twitter

#asks #obikin #extras au #did i make this au just because i thought of the 'being extra'/'being extras' thing #maybe maybe no comment no comment #but i just really love the idea of them meeting when anakin is like 19 and obi-wan is 35 and then not again for like 4 more years #the almost of it all!!!!!#the almost!!!#but i can absolutely appreciate what you're saying here too tho #they would dominate any scene theyre in together #totally by accident #director hardly notices that they're going through like a serious relationship in the background of every scene #until suddenly all of the online feedback is basically 'more of old guy with red hair and young twunk'

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indndwnshead · 6 months

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Amalgamation: Interlude.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x (f) Reader

Chapter tags: developing relationship, meeting the bro, a little social media AU, fluff, Yoongi being a little flirt in the end

Series summary:

Now that you are a permanent fixture in Min Yoongi's life, it's inevitable that you meet the rest of BTS.

Each encounter with the rest of the group becomes a unique thread in the tapestry of life, gradually integrating disparate elements into a harmonious whole and seamlessly weaving into the fabric of your joined world.

A/N:

A short interlude because I just want to insert this little SM AU 😆 + some background for the next chapters teehee.

Let's be friends and stan Yoongi together on twitter @itsdndwn 💜💜

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Masterlist. Previous Chapter. Next Chapter.

Also read on: AO3

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One afternoon, in another attempt to sway Yoongi's preference from the boring iced Americano, you took him to a cute cafe owned by a friend of yours. It wasn't open to the public yet, giving you and Yoongi a sense of privacy. It was only the two of you and your friend, who served as both the main baker and only barista at the cafe that afternoon.

You had brought a book with you for some light reading, knowing that Yoongi occasionally needed moments to jot down his thoughts when struck by sudden inspirations. Lost in your book, you failed to notice he had finished writing minutes ago and was now watching you. When you caught his stare, you blushed at the attention, swiftly using the book to shield your face from his intense gaze.

"Yoongiiii," you whined, "Stop staring at me."

He laughed, and unbeknownst to you, he had taken a quick snap with his phone. After exchanging some light banter, you settled back into the peaceful atmosphere and got engrossed in your book once again.

However, your phone buzzed with notifications, and you frowned at the follow requests flooding in for your private Instagram account. Curiosity got the best of you, so you decided to open it. The main page loaded, and the first thing you saw was a new post by Yoongi on his private account – a picture of you just moments ago when you were hiding your face from him. You noticed the flood of comments and realized that the new follow requests were coming from these users.

"Ummm," you hesitated, "Are these who I think they are?" you asked Yoongi.

Yoongi laughed, "What? What are they doing?"

Handing your phone to Yoongi, you showed him the follow requests. He laughed, eyes twinkling with amusement. "You don't have to accept them all now," he said to you.

Your cheeks tinged pink at his words. "No. Of course, I want to get to know them too."

You accepted all the follow requests, and in a matter of seconds, messages flooded in from both Seokjin and Namjoon. Seokjin greeted you enthusiastically and said you should come to their next group hangout. Namjoon, on the other hand, sent you recommendations for books. With a smile, you replied to their messages, feeling warmly welcomed into their circle. Yoongi just watched on with a warm smile, glad that you were making an effort to get to know his brothers more.

“Here you go, Cherie.” Your friend suddenly said when she placed a new cup of coffee on your table. “It’s a new menu I’m trying out.”

“Oh! Thanks!” You said enthusiastically taking a sip. The taste danced on your tastebuds, a hint of butter, caramel, and creamy sweetness. “This is delicious! What’s in it?”

Your friend smiled proudly over the praise, “I knew you’d like it. You like horribly sweet coffee.”

“Yah!” You playfully swatted her.

Yoongi chuckled, “She’s right, if there’s one thing I have to complain it’s your coffee taste, _____-ah,”

“Ahhh you’re both so boring! I can appreciate a good glass of black coffee too but why stick to just one drink?” You whined to the two coffee addicts.

When your friend left, Yoongi raised an intrigued eyebrow your way. "Is that a new nickname?"

You looked at him in confusion, your brows slightly furrowing.

Yoongi attempted to repeat the nickname your friend had used, a hint of a smile on his lips.

You chuckled and explained, "Oh, it's not new. It has stuck with me since my modeling days."

‘Cherie’ is a nickname you got when you were a model. Some French people you work with started calling you that as a term of endearment because you were a 'dear' and a 'darling' to work with, especially since you started your modeling career at a young age.

However, Yoongi, in his playful nature, misunderstood and teased, "Sherry, like the drink? Sounds fancy."

You laughed at his mix-up and decided to play along, saying, "It's actually 'Cherie' as in 'darling' in French. But 'Sherry' is not a bad idea, maybe I can be a fancy wine from time to time."

Yoongi hummed a note of agreement before he suddenly dropped into that very attractive smirk of his—one that, in your opinion, should be illegal. "In that case, I'd love nothing more than to savor the taste of Sherry right now."

You did not miss the duality of his words; the heat in his eyes and the smirk on his lips were quick to make you blush red.

And from that day onward, he affectionately started calling you ‘Sherry’ with a touch of endearment and playful charm. It became a sweet nickname that only the two of you shared, and it held a special place in your hearts.

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knchins · 2 years

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Secret Ingredient - Fushiguro M.

Summary: After dragging him to a Halloween party, you and Megumi fall into the trap set by Inumaki Toge.

Pairing: Fushiguro x Reader

Reader Type: AFAB - gender neutral

Rating: E+

Word Count: 3k

Kinktober Prompt: Costume Play + Aphrodisiacs

Collab: Thrills 'N Kills by @alterbubs

Warnings: College AU, supernatural elements, costume play (sorta), mild dubcon, Gumi has social anxiety, alcohol consumption, aphrodisiacs, a lil blood, biting, reader and Gumi are turned into hybrids, bruises, feral Gumi, some degradation, cunnilingus (brief), rough vaginal sex, begging, unsafe sex, cream pie

Kinktober Masterlist

The thing Fushiguro hated most about college was the parties. He didn’t mind studying or doing homework or applying himself to his work. In fact, he loved the way you’d sit in his lap while he worked on things for his classes. You were like a weighted blanket, taking away his anxieties about not being smart enough or maybe not succeeding. You were his little good luck charm, but it came with a price.

And that price was the parties you’d inevitably drag him to.

He had a small group of friends that he didn’t mind hanging out with. Inumaki, Itadori, his cousin Maki and her girlfriend Nobara were all people he could be at ease around. He didn’t feel pressured to participate in the conversation and didn’t have to put up walls to protect himself as he did with everyone else. It could actually be fun with them, but with strangers? Strangers made him incredibly uncomfortable to be around.

To make matters worse tonight wasn’t just any party, it was a Halloween party and costumes were a requirement to get in. You had been so excited about it all week, bouncing around your shared apartment happily, planning both of your outfits to the very last detail, making sure everything was in order for a wonderful night of drinking, playing games, and hanging out with people from your university.

Thankfully, you knew your boyfriend better than anyone. You told him he could wear whatever shirt and jeans he wanted to so he would be comfortable, he just had to wear a pair of black wolf ears on his head and a matching tail clipped onto his belt loop. Though he was still hesitant at first, you gave him the saddest and poutiest look you could muster in order to convince him.

It had worked. He had given in and agreed. Now he was sitting on the couch feeling like an idiot as you finished getting ready in the other room. He didn’t rush you, mostly because it put off the social event that much longer. He scrolled through social media on his phone, seeing pictures of his friends already dressed up and having fun.

Fun would have been staying home and marathoning scary movies with you cuddled into his side and a big bowl of popcorn. While you had promised that you could do that tomorrow, he was still not looking forward to being around a bunch of drunk strangers tonight.

"How do I look?" Your voice called out, tentative and full of uncertainty. Megumi looked up from his phone, breath catching in his throat as his eyes greedily took in your body.

You had gone with a classic bunny suit: skin-tight black, strapless leotard with nude pantyhose. On top of your head were a pair of upright black bunny ears, one of them bent slightly to make them look a little more realistic. Your feet held a pair of black pumps, perfecting the sultry outfit you had planned for the night's festivities.

Your boyfriend's silence and bewildered expression had a sigh leaving your lips, "I guess I'll try my backup costume..." You muttered, about to leave to find your Kigurumi.

"Wait, no," Fushiguro said quickly, standing up. "You just look so..." He paused, "good." His long legs made it so it only took him a few strides to get to you, pulling you up against his body as his mouth found yours. The familiar sensation of his soft lips against your own flooded you with newfound confidence and perhaps a small bit of embarrassment.

"You look good enough to eat," He said, playfully before starting to kiss down your jaw and neck. You giggled as you pushed him away, not wanting to be any later than you already were. A part of you wished he had rushed you or reminded you of the time.

"Come on, Wolfy," You teased him back, reaching up to pretend to scratch behind one of his faux fur ears. "We're already running behind."

He rolled his eyes at you, "You know there's a thing such as being fashionably late." He said and watched as a cute pout formed on your lips.

"You've been listening to Gojo-sensei too much." You replied accusingly and he scoffed in response. He took your hand and grabbed his keys before leading you outside and locking the door behind you. The party was in the same apartment building thankfully so neither of you had to worry about being a designated driver.

Once you two made it to the appropriate floor, you headed toward the familiar apartment. Inumaki was the host for the night and the party had already spilled into the hallway with multiple people with costumes hanging out there for a bit more space.

Manning the door was Hakari Kinji, an upperclassman that was two years Fushiguro's senior. He was in charge of ensuring the costume rule was upheld, and that no one was attending without one.

His magenta eyes roved over your form, a smirk on his face as he checked you out thoroughly. Fushiguro didn't look too pleased as Hakari's gaze turned towards him. Hakari, wearing a suit styled to look like an old-school American gangster, was clearly unimpressed with Megumi's simple accessories.

"I guess that counts," He said as he moved aside to let you both in. "Next time put some effort into it, damn."

Megumi resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he went inside with you, giggling happily in tow. "Gumi, let's get a drink!" You said, tugging him towards the kitchen, "Inumaki said there was going to be a special punch just for tonight! His own recipe!"

He didn't have the heart to tell you that you probably shouldn't trust something Inumaki made. He knew it wouldn't be worth crushing your excitement. As much as he didn't want to be here, he didn't want to risk ruining your good time.

You found an orange cooler marked drink if you dare ♡ with a stack of red solo cups next to it. You quickly drained the mysterious pink liquid into two cups and handed one to your suspicious-looking boyfriend.

Megumi looked into the cup, observing the swirl of green edible glitter suspended in the slightly frothy beverage. The secret ingredient is rainbow sherbert. He thought to himself, his guard relaxing as he clinked his cup with yours in a mock toast before taking a sip.

The taste was fruity and sweet, the flavorings concealing the absurd amount of alcohol that had been added to it as well as another secret ingredient that Megumi could not figure out. Little did he know that Toge had let the sherbert detail slip on purpose. The real secret was something that only he himself knew.

Fushigruo found his hand linking with yours once more as the two of you walked into the living room. You had already almost finished your drink, noting how delicious it was and that you hoped there was more than just the one cooler.

He agreed with you, sitting down on the couch and pulling you into his lap as he noticed other couples hanging around were all making out, groping each other without care of who could see. Fushiguro made a face of slight disgust, not really being into watching other people suck face.

You sat sideways in his lap, protesting that if you sat normally it would crush your fluffy bunny tail that was really just a large ball of faux fur velcroed to your backside. Megumi placed a large hand on your thigh, not liking some of the looks you had been getting from a few of the men passing by.

You giggled as you finished your drink and set it aside. Megumi finished his drink as well, not wanting to get left behind and knowing the alcohol would at least help him relax. You shifted your weight in his lap and he felt his cock twitch at the rouge thought about how close your pussy was to it.

He nearly let out a groan. He quickly reminded himself that he wasn't some horny seventeen-year-old anymore. He was twenty-one and knew how to control his impulses and wandering hands.

His left hand was at the small of your back just above your tail, thumb rubbing small circles into the fabric of your costume. The air started to feel thick, anxiety creeping up the back of his throat at the thought of being around so many people. He pushed it back down, again not wanting to ruin your night.

A lazy hum vibrated against your lips at the tingles his touch was giving you. Normally you weren't this easy to turn on, it took more than a hand squeezing your thigh or rubbing your back. Still, there was a wetness between your legs that you could not deny.

You wondered what he'd do if he knew you weren't wearing underwear. He probably assumed you had worn a thong, any other cut of underwear would have been visible due to the way the leotard tended to sink between the cheeks of your ass. But when you had tried it with a thong a few days prior, you could still see the faint lines at your hips due to how tight the one-piece was.

Inumaki was making his rounds, delivering drinks to guests. He was trustworthy enough that no one suspected anything of the mysterious cocktail he had made. After all the not-so-secret ingredient was relatively well known by now.

"Looks like you two could use a refill." He said with his tattooed grin. He handed over two cups, one to you and one to Fushiguro. "Drink up!"

Again Megumi looked into the red plastic cup at the foamy liquid. There was a swirl of a rainbow from the slowly melting sherbert and he wondered if it had been this bubbly before. He shrugged to himself before chugging it and setting the empty cup inside of his old one.

"Thirsty, Wolfy?" You teased as you drank yours a little more slowly. It seemed to be affecting you more than him already, which made sense. Your boyfriend always had a higher tolerance than you, even though he didn't drink often.

His eyes connected with yours and something ignited deep within him. He didn't know if it was the way your head was cocked slightly to the side or the adorably innocent expression on your face, but he suddenly felt the need to devour you whole.

"We need to go." He said, his pants growing tighter as lust blossomed forth and grew within him.

You pouted at him, "We just got here..." You said, looking forlorn. "Do you need to go somewhere quiet?" You knew that sometimes in social situations, Megumi would become overwhelmed with anxiety. He had been working on it in therapy but progress was never linear.

"Yes," He rasped as he felt like something was clutching at his throat. He thought it was a panic attack, rather than what it truly was: the incredibly intense desire to be balls deep inside of you.

You stood up, holding your hand out to him so he would grab it and hoist himself to his feet using you as an anchor. "Toge? Can we use your bedroom for a moment?"

Inumaki glanced at you, a knowing and mischievous look on his face, "Sure. You know where it is." He replied. You thanked him before leading Megumi through the closed door and into the dimly lit room.

Once inside, Megumi quickly slammed the door, causing you to jump in surprise. "Gumi? Are you-" Before you could finish you found yourself trapped between his solid frame and the wooden door, his lips on yours as his hips began to grind against you.

You could feel he was already hard through his jeans. A gasp left your lower lip vulnerable to his teeth and you could have almost sworn that his incisors had somehow grown.

With the taste of blood now on your lips, Fushiguro moved to nip at your ear lobe, your neck, your collarbone, anything his mouth could easily reach. You had no idea what had gotten into him, how his actions almost felt predatory as he pawed at you through your costume.

"I'm going to devour you whole, Bunny," He hissed between bruising kisses. A threat that shot electricity down to your core and made your thighs press together helplessly. Your own instincts felt different, felt more timid and mild while a heat began to overwhelm you.

A half-hearted attempt to push him away left his hands attaching to your hips and fingers digging into the flesh there. His nails felt sharper and you soon realized they were cutting open the fabric of your leotard.

You felt something twitch on the top of your head, a curious sensation that had you reaching up to feel that the two bunny years you had worn were now a part of you. Fear, confusion, and terror all washed over you as you realized your boyfriend's ears had done the same. They had melded into his hair and were now pinned back with aggression.

"Gumi, something's wrong," You tried to tell him, your voice sounding higher than normal. "Our ears they're-"

"You can't escape, Bunny." He said, suddenly moving back. His black furry tail swished back and forth in quick, low sweeps. "I can smell it all over you. How wet you are right now. How much you need to be fucked. You can't hide it from me."

It was true. Your body was on fire and the fabric between your legs was soaked with arousal. Megumi's dark eyes were unfamiliar, maddened even. A small piece of you worried that he really would eat you.

You found yourself being forced onto Toge's bed, guilt wracking up as you knew you were about to ruin his pristine sheets. Fushiguro didn't seem to care, his reason was now lost deep inside his mind as he used his newly acquired claws to cut out the crotch of the leotard.

"Not even fucking wearing panties." He panted, sounding more like a canine as time passed. "What a dirty little slut I have."

"I'm not," You protested as you felt him rip open your tights to fully expose your vulva to him. He lifted your hips ups before his tongue dove into you, lapping and sucking at the juices that had collected along your sex.

You put a hand over your mouth to muffle your cry of surprise. His nose was pressed into your slit, inhaling deeply as if you commit the scent to memory. "Fuck you smell so goddamn good." He growled as he pulled away, his face now soaked with spit and slick.

You could hear him unbuckling his leather belt and pulling out his long cock which was now flushed pink at the tip. You moved your hand away from your mouth briefly, "Hurry, Wolfy." Your voice came out as a needy whine that only earned a rumble of approval from Megumi's chest.

"Hurry and do what, Bunny?" He asked as he spread his precum along his shaft. He was throbbing in his grip, ready to dive into you but needing to hear you beg for it first. "What does my little whore want?"

"Fuck me," You whimpered. The air in the room was stifling from the smell of pheromones, the heaviness of it increasing with the impending act of sex. "Please fuck me. I need it, I'm going crazy," You continued, wiggling your hips in an attempt to entice him.

Another growl left him and you finally felt his tip push past your folds before he roughly thrust into your core. You cried out, forgetting to muffle your voice as Megumi hunched over you much like a dog would, humping furiously as he held onto you tightly.

Deep and fast, you couldn't keep up with if he was in or out. His head kissed your cervix in a way that had you mewling beneath him. Megumi drank in your sounds, huffing wildly as he continued to snap his hips into you. The sounds of balls slapping and slick squelching filled the small bedroom. Had you been more coherent you'd be praying the music outside was loud enough to cover it.

Clawed fingers ran over your chest before finding their way between your legs, rubbing at your clit in rhythm with his thrusts. You practically bucked into his hand at the new sensation, his other hand now placed firmly over your mouth to keep you quiet.

While you had totally forgotten about the party outside, Megumi's now sharp hearing was picking up voices from outside the door asking what was going on. He could hear Toge laugh and mutter, "A little too much party punch."

The wall of pressure that had begun to build within your lower abdomen finally burst with orgasm. Sweet relief and ecstasy flooded coursed through your entire being, your ears now laying flat on your head as you twitched and jerked beneath the still-rutting wolf.

"Squeezing me so damn tight," You heard him mutter as he picked up the pace, abandoning your clit and ignoring the drool he felt against his hand from your mouth. "Fucked you stupid, Bunny?" He asked between pants, his balls tightening with the upcoming release.

You nodded your head pitifully, unable to form coherent thoughts as you still floated down from the intense orgasm. Without warning you felt his cock unload into you, filling you to the brim with white cum.

Fushiguro's movements slowed before stopping. He remained inside of you as he removed his hand from your mouth now that you had stopped moaning.

Clarity was starting to set in for the both of you. Megumi was scratching at his new ears, trying to figure out if they were real or not. He felt your plush tail against his bully button twitch and he snorted back a laugh at the ticklish sensation it gave him.

He finally pulled out and laid down next to you as you curled into his side affectionately. "What the hell was in that cocktail?" He muttered to himself. You hummed back a response before lifting up and straddling his waist. Arousal was already weeding it's way back into you, pussy clenching at the need for his cock to be inside of you once more. "I don't know. But I like it."

A/N: ahahha once again the prompt kind of got away from me. Kinktober is now complete! I hope you enjoyed it <3 I may write a part two to this for Halloween next year :>

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silentmoths · 1 year

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As Fragile as a brick wall

Masterlist||First||Previous||Next

hey hey it's me kinda sorta back from my social media pause. kinda because I'm still likely to be very quiet for a while.

Ch 5: Zhongli attempts to locate his renegade princess to ask a question.

Ganyu wins a bet.

Zhongli x Afab (fem pronoun) Reader

little death/gore in this one? just a wee bit.

NSFW elements in later chapters

Multi-chapter, Royal AU, angst, mentions of death, eventual fluff, eventual smut, idk more tags when they happen ig? (Wonderful header image made by the wonderful @ainescribe)

Zhongli was a king, he had won the throne by strategy and wit. His new people adored him, his allied kingdoms were warm and welcoming to the changes he had brought about.

So why?

Why was an unassuming wooden door simply too much for him?

All he had to do was knock, and yet every time he turned down the hallway towards her room he just… froze.

Princes he could capture.

Kings? He could kill those, take their place, and overhaul their battered kingdoms.

The princess however, was a hurdle he could not jump, no matter how many attempts he made.

Obviously he needed to speak with her.

He needed to clear the air, talk plainly.

(perhaps apologise for attempting such an underhanded tactic as forcing her to marry him? Yeah, definitely.)

It takes him three more days, of deliberating and debating with just his own mind, of Xiao’s confused stare, and Ganyu’s tired, but knowing smile before he finally relents and marches to her room.

The lack of guards at the door should have been the first hint, but Zhongli is so focused on doing this one thing that he does not notice.

“Princess?” He calls as he knocks “I need to speak with you.”

There is no answer, as expected, she was still ignoring him.

He knocks again.

“Do you intend to hole up in here forever?” He asks, still no response.

Now, surely she was making a fool of him.

“I’ve given you plenty of warning.” He sighs, gripping the door handle “I’m coming in-”

Oh, well no wonder she wasn’t answering.

She wasn't even here.

Zhongli blinks, staring around the room, in a way it was good to see some things never changed. While the decoration of her chambers had grown and matured with her, he could still see small touches of…her, about the room. Worn down and damaged from time under tyranny, but still distinctly what he remembered.

The glaze lilies, in a vase he remembers her mother once owning, sit beside the open window, swaying softly in the breeze, and his heart squeezes just a little…they had always been his favorite.

“M’lord.” Ganyu’s quiet call very nearly makes him jump, turning to find her standing in the doorway. “Her highness has a tendency to leave quite early in the mornings, and not return until nearly dusk.” she informs him.

“And why, pray tell, has it taken you this long to inform me of this?” He asks, shooting her a less-than-impressed look, only to have her smile knowingly.

“To be honest with you, it was a bet between us attendants, to see how long it would take until you finally worked up the nerve to enter her room….so thank you for making me slightly richer.” She giggles, turning and vanishing down the hall to let her king stew in his flustered state.

But now a new question floats to the forefront of his mind.

Where exactly was she going?

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“Oh princess, you really don’t have to-”

“It’s quite alright, Siqin. Your horse has taken Ill, Azhdaha is more than capable of towing the plough, even at his age.” You’re quick to wave off the farmer's concern “Isn't that right, old boy?”

Beside you, your dutiful horse snorts, ears pricking forward as if offended that the farmer was insinuating he was unable to perform a task. Siqin gnaws his lip for a moment before sighing.

“Very well, your highness.”

“Oh, please there’s no need to call me that. Technically I’m no longer a princess-” you attempt to reason with him, but are quickly shot down by Granny Chu, shooting you a venomous look.

“Nonsense!” She shouts “Just because your father no longer rules does not mean this kingdom no longer recognizes you as royalty, dear.” she huffs as she turns her gaze to Siqin, the man scrambling to attach the plough to your horse. “Besides, you have more than earned the title in the village’s eyes.” She continues “you come out here every day to help with the smallest of things.”

“Your horse falling Ill isn’t small, Granny.” You retort, taking a seat beside her to help husk the most recent harvest of corn, your hands far slower, softer and less skilled than the elder, but something to do, anything to help is what put your mind at ease. “Azhdaha, be good for him, or no sugar cube tonight.” You warn the stallion; watching his ears pin back in frustration before he finally hauls off, a very frightened Siqin saddled on his back. “If you can’t plough the fields, you can’t sow the crop, without the crop there will be no harvest.”

“Oh I’m sure we would have figured something out.” Granny Chu mutters, a fond shine in her eyes as she leans over, gently grasping your hands and physically helping you through the motions “Like that..”

“Thank you.” you mumble, getting the right technique down after a few more tries, keeping a watchful eye on your temperamental steed as he effortlessly trots along the field, tilling the soil. “Do you know of anyone else who may need assistance?”

“Hmm, I do believe Miss Bai would appreciate you paying a visit to the schoolhouse.” She muses “A visit from the princess would definitely spark the children’s interest.” “Not a princess anymore-”

“Hush.”

You both fall silent for a moment before an unmistakable giggle slips from your lips, only to be followed by granny chu’s own snicker. Soon enough you’re both laughing, and you find yourself at peace.

In all your years, it had been doing things like this that had brought you the most joy, helping your people and seeing them grow, watching their happiness bloom. This is what you wanted.

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After a rather interesting story time with the local school children (in which they all demanded stories from other kingdom’s you’d visited), a commotion outside pulls everyone’s attention.

Unfortunately what you find outside only makes your smile drop.

Zhongli, slowly walking down the path, soft, warm smile on his face.

What’s worse? The moment he sees you, it only seems to widen, and now you had nowhere to hide, delightful.

At least until a devious idea floats to the surface.

Zhongli had always had a soft spot for children…and you just happened to have a small army of them gathered around you.

“Well, would you look at that.” You lilt in a sing-song tone, one you knew would get the children excited. “The king himself has some to see you all as well! What a lucky day it is~”

A dozen pairs of eyes look up at you and then to the approaching king, hope and excitement abound. Jackpot.

“I know you all must have so many questions for the new king, don’t you?”

All at once, the children scramble, bolting away from you and crowding around his feet instead. At first, Zhongli blinks in shock, his gaze quickly flitting to you, but then back down to the children and- goddamn it.

You had somewhat hoped that this new diversion would at least annoy the man a little, but the warm smile and soft look is back. How dare he have the gall to look so…content. Oh well, at least it gave you a few moments to scamper away; surely Siqin would be done with Azhdaha by now.

Siqin is more than happy to hand the reins of your ornery stallion back to you, fields freshly tilled and ready to be planted, and you waste no time making yourself scarce. The less you had to see of him and his stupid smile and handsome face and pretty eyes, the better. Azhdaha, usually a steed of routine, doesn’t even question when you don’t head back towards the castle immediately, instead making for somewhere quiet to be with your thoughts.

A small grove of sunsettia trees upon a hill seemed like a nice enough place. You can’t help but giggle as you note the carvings upon the wood; seems this is where the youths of the village used to come here with their sweethearts to carve their names into the tree trunks, how novel.

A nicker and a nudge by an impatient horse snout pulls you from your thoughts, Azhdaha looking up into the branches and stomping a hoof, ah, of course. A hard day’s work deserved a few treats. A swift climb up and soon you find yourself situated comfortably upon a branch, reaching up to pluck fresh, ripened fruit from above to feed them to your demanding horse below, occasionally biting into one yourself as you look out over the small hamlet.

Since your little…intervention, the village had really come together…listening to your suggestions and helping one another. You would never admit to anyone but…god you’d been so afraid that the idea would fail…you’d never had the chance to do anything when it came to guiding the kingdom and even then, it was only because Zhongli was flailing that you even had the nerve to intercept…but looking at all the once broken down, dilapidated houses and buildings slowly, but surely being restored, people helping instead of fighting, things could not have possibly gone any better.

Minutes slowly meld together as you simply enjoy being… doing nothing in particular. Azhdaha, now having had his fill takes a rare opportunity to roll in the grass. Old and noble he may be, but even your old, grizzled warhorse still had his moments.

The view from atop the hill truly was lovely. If you’d had a knack for painting, you’d almost consider coming up here to paint the village as it is now, and then perhaps returning the next winter to paint it again, just to see how things had changed.

And you also wonder what the view was like from the top of the tree...Glancing up, the branches looked sturdy enough…

By the time Azhdaha notices your ascent, you’re already halfway up, a soft laugh bubbling in your chest. This reminded you of childhood, when your mother used to take you out to the orchards proper and you got to run and play amongst the trees, chase, hide and seek, simply picking and snacking on whatever fruit you could reach… fond memories indeed.

Finally, your head emerges from the foliage and oh- you were right about the view being even more gorgeous from up here. At this vantage, you could just see over the tops of the cobbled rooves of the bakery and the smithy and out into the rolling farmland behind, the slowly waning sun bathing the fields rich golds and oranges, a kind of warmth you’d not seen in your own kingdom in years.

You’re so mesmerised by the sight that you don't hear the call of your name, or even the crow cawing nearby, until the winged creature swoops just that little bit too close, startling and causing you to jolt, fingers unable to grasp the trunk in time as the sudden movement snaps the thin branch you’d been standing upon; and then you’re falling and you silently curse yourself.

Dead via sunsettia tree, what a headline that would make.

But a shout, a strong pair of arms and a warm, firm chest meet you before the ground does, and another body goes tumbling down the hill a ways with you, cushioning your fall and likely saving you from much worse damage as you both come to a stop at the bottom of the hill, Azhdaha trotting after you.

“Are you alright?” A familiar voice asks, you look up to meet the gaze of your rescuer and find none other than those damningly beautiful eyes.

Zhongli.

His hand gently comes up to caress your cheek with his thumb, fingers softly brushing hair from your face as the panic in his gaze slowly fades, not seeing any immediate injuries.

“Are you alright?” he asks again, calmer this time, and you nod, still trying to find your voice.

“I- um…y-yes, I’m fine.” you finally manage to choke out, internally chiding yourself for such a weak response, even more so when you realise your leaning into his hand, which has simply come to rest cupping your cheek in a way that was much too tender for your liking.

Only then do you truly realise your…compromising position, both laid out on the ground with you sprawled across the kings chest like some…harlot.

He has the gall to chuckle when you gasp and quickly sit up, shifting off and away from him and back to your horse, who’s massive nose is quick to sniff at your hair and clothes to ensure you were actually alright. Some of your muscles protest, your leg and torso especially, having hit a branch on the way down, you can feel the bruise already blooming across the back of your thigh and the dull ache just above your hip, but that was nothing you couldn’t handle.

“What…what are you doing here?” you finally manage to ask as Zhongli sits up, smiling…always smiling at you, you hated it. “Well…” he hums “I had initially come to speak to you in your chambers…only to discover you absent…so I thought I might take a walk in the village to see how the plan you’d made to prepare for the winter had been faring-”

“I mean-” you interject with a frustrated sigh “why are you here?” you reiterate. If there was one thing you remember about Zhongli being somewhat prolific for back in his days as a knight, it was constantly over-explaining.

“Oh! Well, I was hoping you would join me for dinner tonight…” he states as plainly as a commoner would state their name, the casual nature of it all leaving you blinking and caught entirely off guard, something the king at least seems to take into account.

“I…went to the garden.” he slowly admits, rising to stand “I…saw the statue…I feel like there is much I need to explain to you…about why I left and why I have done the things I have… allow me that…and then if you still wish to have nothing to do with me…well…we’ll sort something out.”

“What do you mean by that, exactly?” you retort, narrowing your eyes at him “‘sort something out?’”

“Simple really…it’s unfair on you to have to continue skulking and slinking about the castle…so if my explanation is not to your tastes…whatever you need to live happily…I will provide…but we can speak more on it later…perhaps at dinner, no?” and that smile is back as he turns, looking over his shoulder at you for a moment longer before he departs “I’ve already asked the kitchens to prepare a few old favourites… but know I won’t hold it against you if you do not attend.”

And then like that, he simply continues on his way, like he hadn’t likely just saved your life. You stare after his retreating frame for a long while, long enough that eventually, Azhdaha begins lipping at your ear and pulling your attention back from whatever dimension it had faded off to.

You shouldn’t.

But you had to know.

Why he’d left, what he’d been doing, why he’d come back, why he had attempted to leverage your hand…questions that burned too brightly to simply be extinguished, no matter how hard you tried.

With a sigh,you finally mount your horse once more, wincing in pain as you settle into the saddle. Usually, before returning to the palace, you would take Azhdaha on a good, hearty gallop, get him good and lathered up before returning to the stables for the eve, but even your crotchety old steed can sense your body is simply not up for it today. He had always been gentle with you, but today even more than usual as he walks you back to the castle.

Seems you had a dinner to attend.

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#Silentmothwrites #Moth is not silent #Moths fragile as a brick wall #Zhongli x reader #Zhongli x reader smut #(eventual)

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Hey, I love your art style and your work on class 1B. I was just wondering if you have any recommendations for fics that are 1B centric, maybe even stories with someone like Setsuna as a main character. I love the MHA fandom, but it's sometimes hard to find those good stories with all the fan generated content, an I was hoping another 1B lover would know what's what.

thank you, and sure! i don't actually read that much fanfiction (my taste is rather narrow), but here are a few ones that i read and enjoyed! i'll put it all under the cut because my summaries ended up making this list kinda long lol

'Class 1-B' is Trending #1 in Japan - 9k words and absolutely hilarious crack oneshot with a lot of chatfic/social media elements. Tsuburaba accidentally turns one of Monoma's rants into an international meme, which results in 1-B becoming incredibly popular and the League of Villains being defeated in the dumbest way imaginable. the fic is restricted to AO3 users, since i don't have an account there i can't check if the link works but i really hope it does :'D

Adrift - long (13k words) and extremely angsty space horror oneshot with Setsuna as the main character. AU where class 1-B are a space crew and a mission goes terribly wrong, leaving Setsuna, the sole survivor, floating hopelessly in space and thinking about everything that happened. 10/10 made me feel extremely uncomfortable for the rest of the day

Mindfucker Has Closed the Chat - 9 chapter 17k words long very chaotic Monoshin chatfic (with one non-chatfic style chapter) where Monoma texts the wrong person and ends up befriending Shinso without knowing who he's talking to. the fic is tagged "attempt at humor" and i gotta say that the attempt was 100% successful, this thing is hysterical and i audibly laughed several times while reading it

Picture Perfect - i know i hardly ever talk about Kosen on this blog despite the fact that it's one of my favorite ships, but one day i'll post something about them i promise- anyway this tiny 2k word fic is pretty much what made me ship them. it's just... very good and very sweet yknow

Unlikely and Unusual - a oneshot collection made for one of those rarepair month events. it's not specifically a 1-B fic, but some of the oneshots feature 1-B characters and the ones i read are very cute :)

the one and only The Heart of a Hero - 345k words and recently updated after a long hiatus, basically a 1-B fandom legend. It has everything: drama, epic fights, romance, slice of life, character backstories, it's pretty much what BNHA would have been if it was about 1-B. A lot of things in it are inaccurate to canon because it was first written before the joint training arc even came out, but that just makes things more interesting in my opinion (dude i actually wish Reiko's quirk was like this in canon)! it's actually one of the main reasons why i got so invested in 1-B in the first place, i couldn't recommend it more!!

The author of THoaH has also written many other, shorter stories about 1-B, so their entire profile is worth checking out! my personal favorite out of these fics is I Want to Break Free, a 6k word oneshot focusing on Setsuna and her family.

and now for what is probably my personal favorite:

When Die Rolls Differ - 294k words and counting, canon divergence/butterfly effect fic where class 1-B is the class who gets attacked at the USJ instead of 1-A and becomes more involved in the main conflict of the series as a result. honestly i don't even have the words to describe it, it's so good, the character interactions and backstories, and the fights, and the humor, and the way 1-B students fit into the events that originally only featured 1-A characters, and the everything!! just!! dude!! it's amazing!! and there's so much love and thought and creativity put into it!! please check it out because this fic has my whole heart <3 it's also on a break right now, so you have time to catch up

aaand that's it for today! there are probably more fics that i like, i just can't remember them rn, so i'm planning on updating this post every time i remember a nice fic or find something new!

sorry this took so long i may have procrastination issues

#bnha #class 1b #fanfic recs #tikto's textposts

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Meg's (unnamed) Post Canon AU: What Happened To The Bosses?

As fits my personal Post Canon AU, everybody lived. Yes, even the ones who exploded on camera. They did all end up hospitalized: Some in rougher physical condition than others.

Figuring out legal repercussions is making my brain melt, partly because we don't know ANYTHING about Vandelay Island's legal system. (And the fact we have carte blanche when it comes to world building based on the Game Maker's Notebook interview.) My first thought was that there'd be a trial, but after some brief research I'm shelving that.

What I am confident about is taking a rehabilitation approach with the bosses. (I don't have any interest in writing a prison fic, and this is personally more enjoyable for me.)

Once the old bosses recovered from their injuries, they agreed to an arrangement consisting of electronic monitoring, community service, and fines. Another element to this is that the bosses are prohibited from communicating with each other.

Roxanne keeps the old bosses employed at Vandelay Technologies. (Albeit in lower ranked positions.) This stems less from altruism and more from pragmatism because the company needs all the help it can get to rebuild.

With that established, character specific details are listed below. 👇

Rekka ⚡: Production Supervisor. Does physical tasks and event organizing. Required to take anger management classes. She let Chai keep her belt because he earned it. Overall, Rekka is handling things like a BOSS.

Zanzo 🍍: Associate Engineer under Macaron's watchful eye. For the first few months, Zanzo attempted to be a good worker in hopes of regaining some of his Creative Freedom. His community service is web and graphic design for local small businesses, but it doesn't scratch the same itch as building a robot. Bribed a TEC-78 to install a temporal displacement device on the arcade machine so Chai could receive his gift basket. Had to pay his parking tickets and enroll in a financial management course. Zanzo... struggles for a while.

Mimosa 🍹: Social Media Account Manager. She was assigned to the Vandelay Island Community Theater for her service, and became an assistant acting coach at a community theater. (I referenced this in my post about Violet, my self insert OC. But not with this much detail). Mimosa flies no more- the explosion totaled her wings. Despite some bumps along the way, she is doing okay.

Roquefort 🐺: Senior Accountant. Provides financial counseling for Vandelay staff (besides Zanzo) + organizing fundraising events as community service. Also required to take anger management classes. Inhibitor installed to prevent him wolfing out. (Which can't POSSIBLY be overridden 😉) You think Roquefort has a contingency plan?

Kale ☕: For humor, Kale's new job is making coffee in the Café because the machine is STILL broken. (Who knows, he might even enjoy it sometimes.) He got more say with community service, as he volunteers at a pet clinic. (OC & Canon specific - As they serve on different days, Kale and Violet haven't crossed paths. YET.) Frustrated that his SPECTRA AI backup plan fell through. He doesn't have a plan C… as far as anyone knows.

Not everyone on Vandelay Island is content with this outcome. Certain characters believe the punishment dealt isn't harsh enough for the crime. Some may be plotting vengeance from the shadows… 😱

#hi-fi rush #hfr #hfr rekka #hfr zanzo #hfr mimosa #hfr roquefort #hfr kale #hfr spoilers #small ones #post canon au #everybody lives/nobody dies #so much intrigue!#will I do anything with it?#maybe

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My Books and other Media: April 2024 Wrap up!!!

Here is what I thought of these! As well as some video essays I LOVED because I eat those up!

The Time I Got Drunk and Saved A Demon by Lemming:

A hilarious romantasy adventure romp! Our Heroine, Cin, has to team up with a demon to go on an adventure when they find out that their goddess possesses demons to attack people and the only way to stop her is to destroy her sacred items. It's laugh-out-loud funny one minute and sweet, romantic, and very spicy the next. I would highly recommend it! 5/5

The Death of Jane Lawrence by Starling

In a Victorian AU world, Jane doesn't want to be stuck as a spinster figure of pity with her adopted family, so she agrees to be in a marriage of convenience with a surgeon named Augustine Lawrence. Things seem to be going great until on her wedding night, she is dropped off at the manor house he lives in...at the haunted manor house he lives in. Since Crimson Peak is one of my favorite movies and this book was inspired by it, I had to pick it up and I was not disappointed! Very much had the same vibes but is distinctly its own thing! I liked Jane and her practicality and I loved Augustine and how much of a pathetic meow meow and simping malewife he was for her. There is plenty of scary, gruesome imagery and I kept being so nervous, thinking "how is Jane gonna deal with this?" Plus there was a pretty darn good twist in the last third and I was genuinely surprised by the ending, without giving anything away The only thing is that sometimes the prose is so poetic that it becomes vague, especially one section right before the very end. But I loved it! 4/5

Bride

Okay, so in a nutshell, this is an arranged marriage story between the vampire Misery and the werewolf Lowe, since the vampires, werewolves, and humans have been in constant conflict. For what I liked, the book was really funny. I enjoyed Misery's sarcasm, snark, and badassery and the romance felt developed and real. This is infamous for the omegaverse elements in the smut, but it wasn't overwhelming for someone who hasn't read a lot and I heard it's TAME compared to fanfiction. I especially liked Misery's friend Serena and I ADORED her relationship with Lowe's kid sister, Ana, who is so adorable and funny. My only qualms are that the romance felt slow to start, there were a lot of bland, forgettable side characters to keep track of, and the climax felt rushed and unclear. 4/5.

Emily Wilde's Encyclopedia of Faeries by Fawcett

My favorite book of the month! This tells of socially awkward, incredibly intelligent professor Emily Wilde in the early 1900's. She is a professor of Fairy studies and is off in a tiny Scandinavian village to study the fairies there. Who else should show up but her charming, rakish rival in academia, Wendell Bambleby. They realize how much the fairies have messed up the local villagers and plan to take action. Okay, I LOVE that the fairies and the fae feel so much like the fairy tales and folklore of yore. The author did her homework! These aren't the hot people with wings and six-packs of Sarah J Maas. They are inhuman, immensely powerful, and can bless you or curse you in a minute's notice if you take the wrong step. I adored Emily and she seemed very much coded as neurodivergent with her passion for fairies her fear of offending others by saying the wrong thing and her lack of reading into social cues. And WENDELL BAMBLEBY! My BambleBook Boyfriend. He is a mix of Prince Hal from The Henriad and Howl from Howl's Moving Castle. He is slutty, constantly inviting his Bambleby Booty Calls, and lazy, having his students do all the work, but he begins to genuinely fall for Emily and is as charming and sweet beneath it all as he can be with a subtle element of "touch her, and you die!" It's dryly hilarious and the third act was incredible. The characters were well-developed and flawed, but still compelling, relatable, and likable. I adored this to death and would HIGHLY recommend it! 5/5

Twisted Love by Huang

In a nutshell, this is a brother's friend and grumpy/sunshine romance. What I love about Ana Huang is that she always knows how to pace and develop a romance between two characters AND her spice is top tier. There are a few funny moments, as well as genuinely sweet ones. However, there are all sorts of elements that veneer into the silly to where I don't take it 100 percent seriously. Like, how our main girl just HAPPENS to be friends with a princess of another country at some public university. And that our main guy is 27 yet a billionaire CEO of a whole company...and he just hangs out with college kids! Like?!?!?!!? I say a good 4/5 just because I always like her.

My Throat an Open Grave by Bovalino

What I expected:

What I got:

Ok, so this teenage girl, Leah, is miserable living in her tiny, religious, conservative town. One night, she is sick of babysitting her baby brother and offers him accidentally to the Lord of the Wood and wouldn't you know it! The Lord of the Wood takes him! So the town tells her she has got to go and get him back, though no girl who runs to the forest for that ever returns. So she gets there and...it's this nice, open minded, cottagecore normal ass village. Other than the premise at the beginning, this isn't Labyrinth but a wholesome Midsomar for kids. Though I do like the middle finger to conservative, small town purity culture, it kind of dragged and wasn't that scary and the stakes weren't high. I expected a scary, folk horror journey, but just got kind of "eh, here's a nice cult that doesn't judge you. You know kid, are you sick of your tiny, repressive town? Here's the answer: join a cult!" There is a really good twist, a scene that got kind of spicy and pushed it for a YA book, and I appreciate that the Jareth in this is around her age instead of some grown ass man offering himself to a minor (sorry, but I am in the minority of Labyrinth who thinks Sarah was right. She made the right choice at the end), it felt like it wasn't the heroes journey I expected and got kind of bland. 3/5

Bonus, My Favorite Video Essays:

The Dark Romance Community is Mad at Me: Okay, this girl, A Model Who Reads, posted a TikTok showing her surprise that the publishing company she works for was releasing a book marked as a Serial Killer Sexual Assault Romance, the dark romance community ATTACKED her in the comments. Here, she explains the problems with it why she isnt' sorry, and her issues with dark romance in full. Insightful, and incredible, and she finally addresses the issue concerning this angry, self-righteous, and unempathetic culture that has emerged recently concerning trigger warnings in media.

Mr. Burns: A Post Electric Video Essay My man, Kyle Kallgren, has done it again! Here, he breaks down Anne Washburn's play Mr Burns, a Post Electric Play, a play that portrays a post-apocalyptic story of a group of survivors recalling a Simpsons episode which then said episode transforms to a staged play to an epic sung through morality opera by the group at the end. He discusses post-apocalyptic media, the evolution of humor, and how humanity always triumphs over adversity. It's funny, deeply human, and chilling and incredibly well researched, in the Kyle KAllgren fashion. Highly recommend it, his channel and all his videos!

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So can anyone become a magic girl? Is it an inate talent that's activated? Is it a mage subclass? Are there magical artifacts?

Also I think Scar's magical girl name should either be Swaggun or Hot Guy and he has a long green, red, and gold skirt that doesn't affect mobility at all because he fights in a wheelchair.

Grian didn't come up with a name but people kept calling him peaky bird because of the wings and it stuck.

(also since they are magical girls does the public collectively refer to them with she/her pronouns?)

so, anyone can technically become a magical girl, it’s just… not easy in this era. due to the way that, even while released, the spirits are haywire and the wishing star was made hard to reach, most people probably can’t become a mage easily. if they have someone else to help them along, it becomes easier; that’s why jellie has to help scar transform in the beginning, he can’t do it by himself, the magic is too hard to reach. indeed, i’d say that most people in the age the story takes place in would require some sort of outside assistance to become a magical girl.

different people have different affinities for different kinds of magic as mages (you know, signature attack/element style). this relates, in turn, to how easily they’re possessed; spirits with a concept a person’s magic is already aligned towards can possess that person far more easily. the stronger a person’s generalized affinity towards magic, the more easily they’d be possessed. however, those with the strongest affinity and instruction from someone who knows how to do it could theoretically resonate with a spirit instead, using their possession as the boost they’d need to ascend to being a magical girl themselves. this is risky without outside help, though, due to how horribly destructive a spirit can be if it manages to wrest control from a magical girl once again, and gets access not only to its own concept, but that mage’s power. and, after that point, it can be difficult for a mage to get control of themselves back and still be themselves. no, definitely best to have someone who knows what they’re doing around.

luckily, mages are nearly immune to being possessed (or more possessed if they’re doing what they’re doing by directly harnessing a specific spirit), since they arguably already are. …nearly.

as the story continues, the ability of people to unlock minor magical abilities without being triggered into being a mage starts to get higher, due to the length of time magic has been unleashed in the city. however, this does have the unfortunate side effect of making spirits much stronger when they possess people, and without help from someone who knows what they’re doing, minor magic can also have consequences. there’s a reason this stuff was sealed away in the ancient civilization, after all!

…even if magic can be very helpful, in the right hands…

as for their names I’m really undecided but I know scar doesn’t actually get to pick his. there’s a decent element of the press/what does the public think of this/what does social media think of this in my head with this au, and scar has absolutely no idea about any of that until WAYYYY after some other name ends up stuck to him. he probably would try to call himself something like hawkeye though, lol.

as for pronouns it does hit me that the public probably does have some confusion in that regard but I think they figure out a way to clarify for everyone who wants it clarified early on. I think cub would find it fun and funny to just constantly switch it up to confuse people and I think grian would still use she/her while transformed both because it feels right for the persona and to try to distance the persona from himself, arianna griande style, but that’s just an off-the-cuff answer there

#answered #not-a-font #magical girl scar

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halfagone · 9 months

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Howdy Halfa!!

I'm getting a bit of déjà vu...

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

Youuu...

We meet again lol

Okay! Let's try this again!! XD

Born to Make History

I have been wanting to write a Figure Skating AU, and I got the opportunity to not just with the Patrol Partners event, but with the lovely @nightshiftshenanigans I don't think I could have done it this way without her lovely advice and energy. <333

Lament for the Soul

I have cackled far too much with all the comments on this work, but honestly I'm just really glad I could write a piece that could make people feel so many emotions. Even if some of those emotions are the desire to throttle me for writing such a sad fic lol

Onward and Upward

I would love to write a longer fic with a similar premise, with or without the relationship included, because honestly it niggles in the back of my mind so often that I cannot help but think about it sometimes.

Probability

I am back on my Tim/Danny era, so every once in a while I will come back to this fic and read it like it's brand new. I love playing around with Identity Shenanigans, just Secret Identities in general tbh, and as you probably know I love playing with the social media aspect of the Wayne's lives in particular. This fic had a lot of elements I enjoy in a one-shot; it was very self-indulgent. XD

lex luthor's ascent from supervillainy to fatherhood

I could go on and on about this fic, but uh... I think you know how I feel about it. XD It is my baby. <3

#halfagone replies #halfagone's fics

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casp1an-sea · 8 days

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@ravenwing0110 told me to answer every question of my Star Wars asks. But I blocked two ask games. So here are all the answers to the one made by @sunshinechildskywalker

(The answers to the other one are here)

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Who do you think is the most controversial character? Why, and what is your opinion of them?

I can’t think of someone currently probably will at sound point

What is your most unpopular opinion about Star Wars?

Atack of the Clones is my favorite prequels movie

What is your favorite fandom pocket on social media? (e.g. Tumblr, Reddit, Instagram, etc?)

Tumblr (the only other thing I have is Reddit)

Where would you live were you in-universe?

CORSOCAUNT I LOVE THAT FUCKING PLANET (but I headcanon myself as being born on Corellia)

What kind of fics do you prefer to read?

i Uhm exclusively read Kylux fics I know it’s embarrassing

What is your favorite Star Wars arc/story element?

Umbara, and the inhibitor chip stuff, plus a lot more I don’t feel like listing at the moment

Do you have a Star Wars playlist? If so, feel free to link it!

I have several these are the ones I made myself

Han/Han Highschool AU

Some of my favorite Star Wars themes

these are ones I didn’t make myself it listen to frequently

Royish good looks songs

AMVs by Thomas Editz

Bully Maguire in Star Wars

What is your favorite Star Wars meme?

Again too many but I think my current favorite is cerveau Crystal LMAO

youtube

What is your all-time favorite piece of content? Could be movie, book, comic, etc.

Courtship of Princess Leia

Where do you get your Star Wars merch? What do you have?

Online, Disney, Book stores, game stop. I have a lot of stuff probably should not list it all lol but I have pins, a Lula plushie, many Funko pops, several other bobble heads, lots and lots of books, plenty of T-shirts, jewelry, socks, credits, Legos, an Ewok cereal box, and I collect these really dumb looking blind bag keychains I think I have like 10 of them all on the same purse. Oh, and a lijgtsaber and a mini lijgtsaber keychain.

What character do you relate to the most? In what ways?

Luke. I kin him idk

Who is your comfort character? Why?

Han and Tech mostly but there are a bunch more. Han is my father. And I just lached onto tech I don’t know he’s my brother now.

What is your hot take on the sequel trilogy?

Rey should have died Kylo should have lived, and Hux should have lived. Then Hux goes to the resistance thinking he finally escaped Kylo but Then Kylo is also there and he’s like “well fuck” and then they kiss.

I have a whole bunch of rats about the sequel trilogy, but I will spare you from them. You’re welcome to send me asks or DM’s about it though I will talk your ear off

What parts of the fandom do you enjoy?

I mean pretty much all of it. I’m aware I can never get along with Rey fans or Han haters though.

What parts don't you enjoy?

People that sexualize clone wars Asoka, and yk like ship clones with other clones. And a certain YouTube channel that uses ai to make Anakin joke about being racist.

Who is one Star Wars blog you are hoping will follow you?

Kinda feel embarrassed to call them out but I think they are cool and I want to be friend but Uhm @stealingpotatoes and @lifblogs I hope you guys don’t mind me tagging you

What made you fall in love with Star Wars?

Han in ESB. That’s when my hyperfixation First started.

Have you ever been to opening night for a Star Wars film? Which one, and what was it like?

Idk if saw rise of skywalker opening night but I did see it when it was first in theaters

Do you write fanfic for Star Wars? If so, what do you write about?Feel free to link your AO3/FFN!

I have but I currently don’t have a lot of it posted. The one I have posted in Star Wars but better. Which is a new Hope but Luke is replaced with an ankle biting gremlin. I plan to post my imperial academy AU fic soon and write a Barris fix it fix. But I’m having complications with getting the AU onto Tumblr.

Here’s the link to my writing master post where Star Wars but better is linked (you can find the link to my writing master post in my master list on my intro post)

What is your favorite spin-off series/movie? Why?

My favorite movie is Empire strikes back. My favorite prequel’s movie is attack of the clones. My favorite sequels movie is the force awakens because Han. My favorite stand alone Movie is rogue one because Solo never had a chance. My favorite animated TV series is both clone wars, and bad batch because let’s be honest they’re the same thing. Rebels is amazing though. And my favorite live action TV series is hands-down ANDOR. Oh and my favorite Lego movie is the Christmas special one. (not to be confused with the holiday special, which is kind of a banger. So bad that it’s good.)

Did Han shoot first?

everyone always ask this, but we all know the answer it was Han

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thank you @sunshinechildskywalker and congrats again this was really fun

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