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cryptidghostgirl · 2 months

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so sorry for this (very) specific request hope it's not ocish

anyways alastor x wife reader who's a virologist / kinda a mad scientist??(girl just wants to start a apocalypse without anyone to bother her)

Like they got married for mutual benefits (whatever benefits he would gain and her having access to money for her wildest dreams) when they were humans (whether he actually loves her or not is up to you lmao)

They both die (I assume that she would die around when he died from her own negligence caused by her 'freedom' to do her work more often without actually worrying about him finding out) and she avoids him like the plague (not that hard to realize this so called radio demon is your 'husband' when you find his secret stash of 'local cuisine' in the fridge)

Then he goes missing and she finally kinda goes out of makeshift hiding, just chilling doing her evil deeds before finding about the Hazbin Hotel from some gossip

Deciding that, while redemption is most likely not gonna happen mostly for the fact she does not care, she joins Charlie's little program. For her own little project (just wants to have a angel test subject, gotta see if they can be a good carrier for her little virus)

The reader doesn't know that Alastor's back (you think she's gonna use vox tech? Or listen to the radio? Girl uses a non vox tech phone and maybe a computer and does her work) so she goes and knocks on the door to the hotel

Thinking that this shit is gonna be easy, after all her husband is gone so she won't be bothered by him. She can focus on her beautiful creations and maybe destory hell and heaven with a apocalypse for some laughs. While also getting access to heaven through Charlie somehow (maybe even Lucifer, girl doesn't know nor care)

Anyways you can just IMAGINE her surprise that right after Charlie greets her (Vaggie ofc suspicious af cause she knows damn well no sinner wants to be redeemed for the most part) then here comes the strawberry pimp coming to say hello

Would he recognize his lovely wife? Maybe

Ofc reader had a plan, and by plan I mean she just says they were married and now acts like their divorced (death do us part and we fuckin dead)

(Just for example, do what you want <3)

Anyways I'm sorry again (can you tell that I've been watching a lot of mlp infection aus :') )

A/N bestie,, i love an overly detailed request. no apologies. i hope i did it justice <3 <3 I have literally been obsessing over the whole 'we're dead. we've been parted.' reader idea. It's so fun. Also I am very sorry it took me so long to get to this. Also, I am not a woman nor am I in STEM (I'm an enby in history) so apologies if science stuff in this is bad. I'm basing the character off of Entrapta (my love) from Nate Stevenson's She-Ra remake.

Till Death Do Us Part (Alastor x Mad Scientist!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: Gore. Murder. Bodies. Animal cruelty (not detailed at all just like test subjects and burning ants as a kid). Viruses/plague talk. Just capital d Death all around in this one folks. Suicide and starvation briefly mentioned.

Word Count: 2,584

Master Lists:

Master Lists

Hazbin Hotel Master List

Y/n hadn't been sad when Alastor died. It didn't really even register on her radar that he was gone until the police showed up at her door. Their marriage was more of an agreement than anything else, a division of labor. Y/n was a talented virologist who came from a rather wealthy family. He got access to her money, using it to start his own radio studio, and Y/n? Well Y/n got a clean up crew.

She had always been fascinated by death. It was a morbid curiosity that had followed her since childhood. The typical 'burning ants with a magnifying glass to mass murderer' pipeline only, murder was not exactly her objective. Since learning of the Black Death in school, she had been fascinated by biological warfare and weaponry. The stories of soldiers throwing infected bodies over the walls of city's to break down their defenses? It was magnificent, masterful, absolutely awe inspiring. Living through the Spanish Flu epidemic in 1918, watching how it tore through her city of New Orleans, only furthered her determination.

As soon as she had had the knowledge base to do so, she began working on bio-weapons on her own. She wanted to create a disease, to devastate the world. She wanted to watch the things around her crumble into ruin and know it was by her hand.

She'd found out about Alastor's hobby by accident. They were friends, of a sort, in that Y/n would show up randomly where ever he was and quiz him about radio waves. He worked at a radio station and she knew that. She had followed him, tracked him down. There was no reasoning behind it save he was the first person she'd really found out about that was involved in the business in New Orleans. She would pick his mind about getting the word out about things, marketing, advertising. She was prepping for the main event, for the day she finally created her magnum opus.

One day, when she had shown up unannounced at his door and broken in when he didn't respond to her knocking, Y/n had discovered him dismembering one of his victims. Alastor had stared at her, wide eyed in shock, fear and adrenaline mixing into an intoxicating combination in his veins. Y/n had just smiled.

She had been wondering about human experimentation for a while now. Animals were easy to cover up, easy to bury in the back yard but people? It had always been too risky, up until now anyways.

So it went like this: Y/n funded Alastor's dreams and he hid the side effects of hers. When he died, Y/n didn't really feel anything too strongly about it at all. Yes, it made life harder in that if she wanted to keep using human guinea pigs she'd have to figure out a way to dispose of them on her own but it also made it easier. Alastor had always been so obsessed with image, dragging her to office parties and forcing her to sit down to meals with him. Now that he was gone, she could work on her projects in peace once again. The body thing was something she would figure out along the way. She was smart and she wasn't going to let something like that stop her, not when she was this close to cracking it.

As it turns out, Alastor had been more of a help than Y/n believed. So used to his nattering and persistence, she had stopped eating. It wasn't long before she joined her husband in death. The papers of course had a field day with it. Heiress and Virologist Y/n L/n Withers Away Due to Heartbreak. Y/n L/n Starved Herself to Death and Joins her Murderer of a Husband. Virologist Commits Suicide After Revelation of Dead Husband's Criminal Deeds.

When Y/n had woken up in Hell, her whole world had been turned upside down. If there was life after death, what was the point of killing everyone on earth? She was back at square one.

Rumors were already buzzing through the streets of Hell about some new overlord, some Radio Demon, who had a strikingly similar MO to her husband. Not wanting any distractions this time around, Y/n secluded herself in the outskirts of the pride ring to reformulate her plans.

For decades she worked, trying to create a poison to wipe out the dual planes of the underworld. Work was easier here. No one questioned why she bought the things she bought, no one got upset when people went missing. Hell, no one even blinked twice if they saw her burying a body. It was a veritable paradise for Y/n.

Eventually, news reached her of the Radio Demon's disappearance. Y/n had never been the biggest fan of technology that wasn't involved in her work. In the world of the living, she had barley read the papers. All the machines in her laboratory were ones she had built herself through trial and error. But still, somehow, the news reached her and she felt elated. The last thing weighing her down, the last road block had officially been lifted.

Within seven years, she had perfected the disease. Having run tests on lower rings of Hell, she prided herself on her ability to make it so infections, so deadly. The survival was on par with that of unvaccinated human's infected by rabies. But her plan wasn't complete, no. Taking out everyone in Hell wasn't good enough, she had to figure out how to get it into Heaven as well.

That was when the perfect opportunity fell in her lap. Y/n nearly cried when she caught sight of the interview through the window of a shop selling Vox branded TVs. Charlie Morningstar, Lucifer's little brat, was creating a hotel for sinners, where they could be rehabilitated and sent to Heaven. It was perfect, almost too perfect. Y/n didn't question it, her own excitement blinding her. She barley even took the time to come up with a plan that consisted of more than get into the hotel and get her hands on an angel. She figured that was something that could be dealt with later on.

After a few days of research and snooping, she finally made her move. Having packed her bags and woven her way through the streets of Pentagram City, she found herself before the brightly lit marquee of the Hazbin Hotel. Placing her bag on the ground beside her, the test tubes and various paraphernalia inside clinked gently against one another. Raising her hand, she knocked on the door.

It was Charlie herself who answered, with wide eyes and an earnest smile. A smaller moth demon beside her crossed her arms, eyeing Y/n with doubt. It barley registered with the excitable demon, she was used to the strange looks. The new form Hell had granted her with when she died was odd, after all. She was still the same height, still held a roughly human shape, but her hair had become its own beast. It moved like secondary limbs, falling nearly to the floor from the pigtails she had tied it up into. It shot up into the air around her in joy at the sight of yet another open door in her path, this one literal rather than figurative.

"Hello!" Charlie exclaimed, "Are you here to check in?"

"Yes, check in." Y/n nodded, using her hair to pick her bag back up.

She took a step forward, trying to enter the hotel, but found her path blocked by the smaller grey demon. Her arms were uncrossed now, one of them pointing a spear right at Y/n's neck. Y/n didn't flinch, she simply looked down at it in curiosity, reaching a finger up to touch the end.

"Ow." she said flatly as the spear's tip pressed into the pad of her finger.

Raising it to her eyes, she rubbed the droplet of blood that had pooled on her pointer finger with her thumb before turning back to the spear.

"Is this..." Y/n leaned forward, grabbing the spear's shaft.

"Hey!" Vaggie yelled threateningly as Y/n crouched down, examining the weapon carefully.

"Oh my stars, this is an angelic blade, isn't it?" she exclaimed, her eyes still fixed on the spear.

"Uh..."

Vaggie was more confused now than anything and she took the slightest step away from the excited demon. Y/n followed her and soon, they were in the entry way to the hotel. Charlie watched the scene play out with mild amusement, finding her girlfriends bewildered state rather charming. She let the door fall shut.

"It is, isn't it?" Y/n asked again, "But how did you get it? Did you make it? What do you do with it? Is it more effective than normal weapons? Why a spear? I-"

"What's this, we have a new guest?" a crackling voice cut Y/n off.

"Uh, yes!" Charlie stepped in, turning to face the newcomer.

Y/n, still preoccupied with the spear, was now engaged in trying to get Vaggie to let her hold it.

"I think..." Charlie doubtfully added, her brow furrowing at the site.

"Well well well, a little devil." Alastor hummed, turning to watch the show as well, "Honestly, reminds me of someone I knew back when I was alive and kicking. Ah well, what's her name?"

"I don't... actually know that yet." Charlie admitted, fiddling with her hands a bit as she spoke, "But she seems really enthusiastic about being here!"

"It seems she more interested in that spear of Vaggie's than the idea of redemption." Alastor noted in response.

"Are either of you going to help me or are you just gonna sit and watch?" Vaggie exclaimed, trying her best to pry the spear out of Y/n's grip.

Alastor sighed and with a twirl of his microphone, a shadow arose, pulling Y/n off Vaggie. There was a split second where the smile on the girl's face fell. It quickly returned as she caught sight of what exactly had interrupted her escapades. Placing her bag on the floor with her hair, she wormed around in the shadow's arms, turning to face it. Tentatively, she poked it.

"Would you stop that?" Alastor asked, his voice thick with irritation.

Y/n poked the shadow again.

"What is this? How are you doing this?"

When no response came from the demon in question, she at last turned to face him.

"Oh."

She stilled in her movements and Alastor allowed the shadow to disappear.

"No reason to be scared." Charlie quickly stepped in, "I know Alastor here has a bit of a... reputation, but he is actually helping us at the hotel. He's really a great once you get to know him."

Alastor's smile widened as he bowed his head slightly in recognition of the praise.

"If you're going to be staying her-"

"You can't seriously be thinking of letting her stay here, Charlie." Vaggie cut in, "She's been here what, five minutes? And all thats come of it is chaos."

"Vaggie, come on, don't be like that." Charlie turned to her girlfriend, "Everyone deserves a second chance, that's the whole reason we built this place."

"But does she even want to be redeemed? I mean, what if she's... I don't know, trying to take us down from the inside out? What if she's a journalist or some shit trying to write us bad reviews?"

"You flatter me." Y/n smiled and Vaggie scoffed.

"See?"

"Isn't that all the more reason to let her in? Vaggie, if she is undercover as a journalist or something, we just have to prove to her how amazing what we're doing here is."

"I don't know... I've never seen her before, what if she's another one Vox sent?"

Y/n shook her head, sticking her tongue out slightly in disgust at this notion and Alastor chuckled. There really was something so familiar about this demon and her antics. Even if she was a tad irritating, it was a comfortable familiarity.

"Then we will figure it out, same way we did with Sir. Pentious. Okay?"

"Fine." Vaggie relented at last with a sigh.

Smiling brightly, Charlie turned back to Y/n.

"So, hi. I'm Charlie, welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! What's your name?"

Y/n's eyes flicked back and forth between Alastor and Charlie for a moment before settling on Charlie.

"Y/n L/n."

Alastor let out a little laugh of disbelief, a sound he had meant to keep in. He couldn't help it. Of course this little mess of a demon was his favorite crazy wife. Alastor had looked for Y/n on occasion, always keeping an eye on news involving anything scientific but, he had never found a trace. Not that he'd admit it but, in their time together, he had grown rather fond of the girl. Not love, never love, but a sort of familial feel. Everyone turned to face him.

"Are you alright, Alastor?" Charlie asked, walking over to him and placing a hand on his arm which he quickly brushed off.

"Yeah, do you know her or something?" Vaggie added, "Is she dangerous?"

"No..." he paused, his brow slightly furrowed, "She's my wife."

The room fell silent.

"You... you didn't recognize your own wife?" Vaggie asked in disbeleif.

"Ex-wife." Y/n corrected with a little sigh.

This was all becoming so tedious. She hadn't come here to sit and talk with people. While the spear and the shadow had been fun, they had both run their courses and she just wanted to get to work.

"I..." Alastor turned back to Y/n, "Ex-wife?"

Y/n shrugged.

"So you didn't recognize your wife and you didn't know you were divorced?" Vaggie asked, rubbing her temples, "Jesus fuck, man."

"I..." Alastor cleared his throat, "We were married when we were alive. I didn't even know she was dead yet."

"Yeah." Y/n shrugged, "Turns out all your nattering was what was keeping me alive. I forgot to eat, starved to death."

Alastor's eyes softened slightly for a moment at the notion. She had needed his care so badly that she had died with out it. It felt good, in a strange way. Satisfying. They darkened again as he recalled her earlier statement.

"Ex-wife?" he asked again, taking a step towards Y/n.

She looked up at him, her expression blank.

"Yeah?"

"When did we get a divorce!" Alastor exclaimed once he realized she would say nothing else on the matter without his prompting.

"Oh! We didn't." Y/n nodded, smiling slightly, "Now, can I go to my room?"

"No, Y/n. Why are you calling yourself my ex-wife? We are still married."

Y/n looked around at Charlie and Vaggie, seeing if they were going to back up her claim. Sighing, she turned back to Alastor.

"Do I really have to lay it out for you?" she paused and Alastor just stared at her, eyebrows raised, "Jesus. Uh, Al, we died."

"Yes...?"

"Till death do us part? That was the agreement."

"I... Well..." he was at a complete and total loss for how to respond.

She wasn't wrong, he just didn't like her answer very much.

"So... the agreement is done... yeah?"

"I mean," Alastor shook his head slightly, "I guess?"

"Great! Can someone please show me to my room now."

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Next Part -> Till Death Do Us Part pt. 2

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maris-medley · 7 months

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Messing With Remnant: BTC AU Bit - Part 1/3

Page Count: 5

Word Count: 788

Author’s Note: Hi hello hi hello HIIIII

I’m finally writing something for this AU. Finally. Fucking finally. Oh I’m so ill.

Idk if the events described in these little oneshots will actually happen but for now their purpose is simply to showcase the dynamics among the characters. For actual canon BTC characters, I’m gonna try to stay as true to canon as possible with what little info I can get. As for River, the relationships between her and the canon characters are.. headcanon?? I think??? Idk.

Also yes I do mention River having games on her phone and I’m just gonna give an explanation for that now cause it’s not much of a spoiler lmao: she does NOT have any kind of internet or signal. The most she can do is use her notes app and listen to already-downloaded music. And play the tons. And tons. And tons. And tons did I mention TONS of no-wifi-required games she’s got on her phone. So yeah she may or may not use that to distract Tom every so often when she and Springtrap embark on their mischievous little evil terrible endeavors.

(I swear I have an explanation for Tom being able to interact with objects she gives him I will talk about that within either the second or third part).

But yeah BTC Springtrap has infected my brain and I will never forgive @skeletoninthemelonland for that. /lh /j

All BTC characters as well as the general story belong to them ofc so please follow them I love BTC and their art and they’re a very cool person :33

Also skeleton TELL SPRINGTRAP TO START PAYING REMNANT TAX FOR INFECTING MY BRAIN. IF IT’S GOING TO ROT AWAY HE SHOULD GIVE ME FINANCIAL COMPENSATION!! /lh /hj

Okay anyways uhhhh hope you guys enjoy this!! :3

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Pure energy.

That’s what it looked like to her, anyway—it was the only way she could think to describe it—even though she already knew from the start that this would go much deeper than that. She’d have been shocked if Springtrap of all people knew exactly what it was, though, let alone be able to articulate it in a way another person could understand.

She couldn’t pinpoint exactly why, but she was almost drawn to it, having recalled a vague, childhood memory of fire, how it pulsated and flicked around wildly despite being contained within the constricting wick it was lit upon.

Whatever this energy was: it reminded her of that.

Unlike fire, looking at it sort of hurt her eyes…

“What are you doing?”

She blinked, flinching back to reality. Without realizing it, she’d begun to reach out to it. “Uh…”

That was all she could muster. Springtrap rolled his eyes and lightly smacked her hand away.

“You didn’t hear a word I said,” he sighed irritably. “Did you?”

“You were talking?”

He smacked his right hand against his eyes, grumbling to himself. “Do you ever take anything seriously?”

“Absolutely not,” River replied without missing a beat, flashing a grin. “You should know this by now.”

“Well, what I was trying to say,” Springtrap said, taking a step toward… whatever it was and lowering his hood. “That this is what I mentioned yesterday: remnant.”

“I mean, I guess I see why you’re so obsessed with it now,” she shrugged, lowering the hood of her cape, as well. “It’s kinda pretty.”

“Oh, yes!!” Springtrap exclaimed, suddenly in a weirdly sing-song voice drawling with sarcasm every syllable. “Because I’m obviously dedicating my life’s work to this substance just because it ‘looks pretty’!!”

He paused, then said, “Stop taking me for some moronic, shiny-object-obsessed kleptomaniac!”

“...I mean I was tryna be nice by not mentioning your crazy hoard ‘o metal parts, but—”

“Moving. On.”

River snickered to herself before turning back to the remnant. “Yeah, yeah. So… what is it, again?”

“You wouldn’t understand,” he said, to which she rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “That isn’t the important part yet, anyway; what’s important is what I- we can do with it.”

“Skip to the part where ya actually elaborate on somethin’ for once, please,” River interrupted. “I don’t know how long my games are gonna distract Tom and co. for.”

Springtrap heaved a pointlessly dramatic sigh once more, shaking his head. “Fine, whatever. We use it to generate power; that’s the most basic the explanation can get, at least. But I take as much as I can to use for… research purposes.”

“Real convincing, Spring,” River said, wearing a sarcastic smirk.

“I thought I told you not to call me that.”

“I won’t hesitate to get Tom to start saying ‘Springle’ again.”

Springtrap went back to the subject at hand, but his eye twitched rapidly. River thought he’d pop a vein, if… well, if he had any that still worked.

“Based on what I currently know about remnant—albeit my knowledge is a bit limited—I have a theory that it may help you.” He paused again, absentmindedly scratching the side of his head. “Though I can physically interact with it just fine, I’m unsure what sort of effect it would have on actual, living matter.”

“Is this your lame attempt at convincing me not to touch it just ‘cause you want it?”

“Of course I want it,” Springtrap scoffed. “But I’m being serious, kid! I don’t know enough to just let you grab it out of the air right when it appears!”

“Then why did you bring me along?!”

“Because you need to know about it if you have any hope of returning to wherever you came from!”

Out of spite, River glowered up at him, holding eye-contact as she reached her hand out and grabbed the remnant, clutching it in her hand as tightly as she possibly could.

It burned. It was as if she’d shoved her hand into actively boiling water. She couldn’t take her hand away from it, because it’d already faded from her grasp. Not that she ever had been, but the feeling traveled through her veins as if she’d been bitten by a snake that wouldn’t retract its fangs, or struck by lightning with a metal rod in hand. This was about how she’d imagined it at least.

She couldn’t even scream. Her voice was caught in her throat. The tears that streamed down from her eyes stung her skin. All she could do was stand there, but even that became too much, and her knees buckled under her weight.

All noise dulled, the last of them she could only just barely make out being Springtrap yelling her name.

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#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf au #au #au lore #fnaf oc #fnaf springtrap #springtrap #springtrap.#btc #btc springtrap #behind the codes #behind the codes springtrap #behind the codes springtrap.#they are the sillies #THE sillies EVER in fact #River figured out pretty easily he gets an ego boost from intimidating people #so she bullies him for shits and giggles #they both bully each other tbh #they are also both incredibly evil #they are silly and dumb and selfish and evil #and yet when one of them is hurt or sad suddenly they know what empathy is #they do the same with Tom #nobody else though #their idea of bonding time is murder #they’re a little fucked up #they like to claim they hate each other #but they’d die a second time if it meant the other would be okay #not at the point in time Messing With Remnant is set though #this is fairly early on in their little father daughter shenanigans

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niki-phoria · 1 year

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⋆｡°✩ chishiya, arisu, and kuina's little acts of love

warnings: ooc chishiya, blood in arisu's, kuina mentions her mom being sick

a/n: *knife to your throat* pls leave feedback on fics /j i have not gotten anything in like weeks at this point please i want to know people like my writing

additional note: i write fics in advance and i'm like a full week out lmao if anyone sees this, i mean it when i say requests are open i love writing requests

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⋆｡°✩ chishiya

watching over you during games (word count 259)

“wait,” chishiya grabs your arm, pulling you back away from the beach’s exit. he pulls his wristband off, tossing it towards the air. instead of falling to the ground like you expected, it singes at contact of the forcefield before bouncing off.

kuina steps forwards, leaning in. you can faintly see the grid of the forcefield blocking you from leaving around her. “the beach is the location of a game?”

your question is answered when an announcement rings out. “game: witch hunt. difficulty: ten of hearts.” you nervously glance at chishiya. fear spreads through you, keeping you rooted exactly where you stand. chishiya reaches over to grab your hand, pulling you along with him and kuina as you make your way back into the hotel lobby. a woman lays on the floor - dead. a knife sticks out of her chest. behind her is a table with stacks of phones and a sign that reads “one per person.” “rules: momoka inoue has been murdered. a ‘witch’ stabbed her in the chest with a knife. the witch is hiding among the members of the beach. the murder is a witch in title - it may be a man or a woman. game clear: players find the witch and burn their wretched soul in the fire of judgment. game over: the witch survives for 120 minutes.”

panic spreads through the beach. it ripples through the crowd, infecting everyone. you watch as people rush to the table, grabbing phones and signing in. “chishiya,” you whisper.

“we’ll be okay,” he squeezes your hand. “i promise.”

subtle pda (word count 217)

chishiya’s hand brushes against yours as he reaches for a packet of cookies. he smiles, passing it to you. “i love these.”

you raise an eyebrow at him, watching as he grabs another packet before sitting down at one of the various tables in the cafeteria. you sit down next to him. chishiya moves a little closer so your shoulders touch. “we’re in a death game and you’re eating cookies?”

“they’re good cookies,” chishiya shrugs, returning to watching the other players. they huddle around in a large group, taking turns nervously glancing around the room and saying each other’s symbols. “besides, heart games are based on betrayal. i don’t need to worry about that with you here.”

you hum, accepting the cookie chishiya hands out for you. it’s not overly sweet in your mouth. the artificial vanilla tastes good. “i like them.”

“i thought you would.”

chishiya reaches over, linking your pinky with his. you lean your head onto his shoulder, watching as kotoko nervously looks around before she grabs a packet of cookies.

“i wonder who she’s looking for.” you whisper.

you move your hand to fully hold chishiya’s, intertwining your fingers together. he squeezes your hand - a gentle reminder that you will make it out of the games. “i’m sure we’ll find out soon enough.”

⋆｡°✩ arisu

letting you interrupt him while gaming pre-borderland au pretend he doesn't live with his dad lmao (word count 191)

“chota, cover me!”

you can hear the familiar sound of gunshots and clicking from arisu’s console as you approach his room. you quietly open the door, stepping in and closing it behind you. you walk over to the bed at the side of the room, setting your bag down.

arisu’s focus stays completely on the game. you watch him for a few seconds, waiting for the round to end. his shaggy hair nearly falls into his eyes. chunky gaming headphones cover his ears, blocking out any outside noise. his hands are fast as he switches between pressing the various buttons and toggling the switch.

“shit,” arisu sighs, throwing his head back in defeat. he sets the controller down on the table. you take the opportunity to crawl into his lap, resting your head against his shoulder. arisu blushes, wrapping his arms around your waist. “babe?”

”hm?”

“is everything okay?”

you nod, snuggling even closer into him. “just wanna be with you.”

you can nearly feel the heat radiating from his face and ears. “okay,” arisu reaches around your body to grab the controller again. “i love you.”

“i love you too.”

taking care of you (word count 255)

you press your hand against the cut on your shoulder, sitting on the cold metal table in the beach’s basement. arisu furrows his eyebrows, grabbing your hand away from your arm and towards him. hues of blue and purple decorate your wrist. “did you get hurt?”

“oh, i hit my hand during a game.” you wince when arisu gently rubs the bruised area. “i didn’t notice during the game. it was really dark out.”

“does it hurt?”

“not much. it stings when you touch it.”

“stay here,” he murmurs. you watch as he starts rummaging through a few cabinets. he pulls out gauze, a bandage, and an ice pack, setting them on the table beside you. he presses the ice against your wrist. “hold this.” you comply, silently watching as he pulls your jacket down your shoulder and presses the gauze against the cut. “sorry,” he whispers when you hiss at the pressure. “i’m sorry.”

“it’s fine,” you shift, trying to relax your muscles. “just wasn’t expecting it to burn.”

you fall into a comfortable silence as arisu continues working, cleaning the wound on your shoulder. “i don’t think it needs stitches,” he murmurs.

“that’s good.” his hands are gentle when he presses the bandage against, watching so the blood doesn’t seep through it.

“thanks for taking care of me.”

“you don’t need to thank me,” he says, pulling your jacket back up over your shoulder. “i love you. i just want you to be okay.”

“as long as you’re with me i always am.”

⋆｡°✩ kuina

constantly touching you (word count 158)

the water is cold as you sit next to kuina, dunking your feet into the pool. “hi baby,” she smiles, reaching over to grab your hand. the beach is nearly empty, most of it’s members busy playing games. only a few people remain, standing around and talking amongst themselves.

it’s a warm summer’s night. the stars are barely visible in the sky above you. kuina leans against your shoulder, almost curling into your side. you wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her even closer. “it’s nice out,” you whisper.

“it’s so peaceful,” kuina hums. “i wish it was like this more often.”

you rub your hand against her back. “when we get back, i’ll take you stargazing.”

she shifts to look up at you. “yeah?”

“yeah. we’ll be sappy and make smores and fall asleep together under the stars.”

kuina leans up to press a kiss against your cheek, fully leaning against your chest. “i can’t wait.”

confiding in you (word count 284)

the sun is hot as it beams down on you. you trudge through the empty tokyo streets next to kuina. “we’re not really looking for chishiya, are we?” you ask.

“we are…” she trails off, staring down at her feet. you sigh, stopping.

“come on, there’s a grocery store over there. let’s find some water. take a break.” kuina nods, following you into the store. to your surprise, the automatic doors slide open as soon as you approach. you make your way to the back of the store, opening the doors and pulling out two bottles of water. they feel warm in your hand as you hand one to kuina, sitting down on the floor. she pulls a crate over to sit across from you, setting her bag on the floor beside you.

you sit in silence for a few minutes. despite the lack of air conditioning, the reprieve from the unforgiving sun feels good. you set your now half-empty bottle of water aside, leaning back against the wall. you keep your voice low when you break the silence. “what are we really out here for?”

kuina sighs, setting her own bottle down. “there’s a hospital around shibuya i’m looking for.”

“do you need something?”

“no, it’s nothing like that.” she pauses before continuing. “my mom got sick about a year ago. she’s being treated around here. i wanted to see if i could find her old room.”

“is it close by?”

“it should only be a few more blocks.”

you finish off the rest of your water before standing up. kuina looks up at you confused when you hold a hand out for her. “let’s go find her room.”

“really?”

you nod. “really.”

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rimeiii · 2 months

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I'm watching the past GDQ Trauma Center speedruns (notably the all XS New Blood run by Thurler and the any% Under the Knife 2 run by TrjnRabbit) and my Trauma Center brain is going BRRR rn, especially as someone whose fave doctor in the entire franchise is CR-S01...

Trauma Center AU where MC is Zayne's patient and they're infected with GUILT/Neo-GUILT/Stigma/the Rosalia virus. They're desperately trying to stay alive but it's looking bleak, as some of these organisms actively harm the host - especially GUILT, which definitely counts as a bioweapon.

Or...or. Hear me out here. We're entering spoiler territory for the original Under the Knife and its remake Second Opinion so I'll put it under the cut, but imagine...

In the original Trauma Center, there are people known as Sinners, who are human hosts barely kept alive to serve as the breeding grounds for more GUILT cultivation. Canon says they're kids-teens, but what if we tweaked that around for More Pain...

What if our MC is one of those Sinners? Just barely lucid to register Zayne's presence as he desperately tries to keep them alive, using his Healing Touch to freeze their vitals as he treats whatever symptoms the GUILT inflicts onto them, until he finds a cure for the GUILT...

For added pain, I think MC should be a host for Pempti (in-universe, this strain took several separate operations to research and develop a nanomachine to aid in killing it, and it fills the lungs/liver with liquid - until it starts getting attacked, where it'll periodically release tiny organisms to inflict lacerations/create tiny tumors/drain your vitals) or Triti (one of the most annoying strains for players because it will multiply nonstop if not extracted properly, and calcification of organs doesn't sound fun either).

With MC being a host for any of those GUILT strains, the organization behind GUILT, Delphi, has MC's life as a bargaining chip. They use MC's life to basically force Zayne to work for them, otherwise the MC and the other Sinners would be killed. Pressed for time and desperate to save his love, along with realizing he's technically enabling Delphi, Zayne soldiers on through to find a cure...desperately hoping that it won't be too late, that MC will survive - even when all signs point that MC won't survive.

On a more lighthearted note, however...

Imagine MC asking if Zayne can speedrun surgery like these speedrunners, he's going to be so fucking horrified and/or offended LMAO. Mostly because the commentary is funny in the context of speedrunning, but aren't things you want your surgeon to say. Some choice quotes in the GDQ speedruns include:

"(vs the Cheir and Kyriaki dual boss in New Blood) Hey buddy can you make more lacerations? (Cheir makes more lacerations) Thanks!"

"(farming chain on Cheir lacerations, and Cheir is almost dead, still on New Blood) Doctor, please end the operation." "NO."

"So we're going to boost vitals..." "Yeah that's kinda necessary after you put the patient through 7 cardiac arrests..."

"(finishing the first operation in all any% speedruns) This is going to be the last time we're disinfecting the wound before applying the bandage. Gotta go fast!"

"Yeah so we're going to let some of these aneurysms burst..." this happens on almost every any% aneurysm operation, they're so bad i still hate the three patients brain aneurysm stage from Under the Knife 2 to this day. oh also, bringing scalpels to excise aneurysms willy nilly on the brain.

"(vs Brachion X stage, New Blood) There is no chain requirement here so you are allowed to let the toxins reach the end..."

"(vitals at 0, which is technically 0.x ingame, so the patient isn't dead yet) Nice vitals..." "The patient is alive, that's what matters!"

"Okay so ignore the glass shards in the heart for now..."

"Don't ask how an entire ribcage got stuck inside their lung."

"So, we're now operating in the back of a moving car!"

"Ironically, the best way to boost chain is to let your patients suffer."

"Welcome to the anime malpractice simulator!"

"The way to stop his crankiness is to poke him with a scalpel until he stops bleeding. (shrugs) It's medicine."

"Two malpractices make a positive, right?" "Yeahh, but we'll end up in the thousands...don't know where that bounces at."

Zayne left completely dumbfounded by the commentary. "Things you don't want to hear your surgeon say", indeed.

#love and deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #zayne #zayne x mc #zayne x reader #love and deepspace imagine #love and deepspace crossover au #play trauma center y'all #amazing game

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starberriesworld · 11 months

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Lovers in Wasteland

Chaeryeong x Fem reader | Outbreak Au

pairing-lee chaeryoung x fem reader story word count-1381 proof read?-idk bro lmao

my little Last of Us inspired chae x fem reader idea that I finally got au of my head onto paper...or screen. I feel like this is a little corny and wndewhelming/rushed towards the end but I think it turned out okay.

i want to do a couple more chaeryoung x reader in this universe I really like this idea lol. anyways, onto the story!

Life wasn't easy after outbreak day. People died. A lot of people. They were either killed by the infected or became infected themselves. It was chaos, but people came to terms with the way the world was now. People banded together to form thriving communities; they came together to survive.

A few communities worked much like small towns from the old days-there were generators for power, houses were fixed up so occupants could live within them, greenhouses homed crops, there were playgrounds and even stables for horses. You found yourself in one of these communities at the age of 14, being saved from an infected while a team from said community was out on patrol.

You had lost your older sister and mom. You barricaded yourself in a house after your sister told you to run-so you did. You were exhausted by the time the patrol team came, face soaked in tears and clothes caked in blood from the infected and dirt; your body was drenched in sweat as you struggled to hold the bedroom door closed against the monster. Just as you were giving up, ready to accept your fate, the sound of a rifle being fired rang through the air.

They took you back to their group, a flourishing community they called Serenity. There were kids running around, and people walking about, chatting about their day. There were a bunch of houses of all shapes and sizes-there was even a bar and a bookstore (though, it operated more like a library since there was no real use for money anymore) And at this very bookstore is where you met Chaeryeong.

By the time two weeks had passed, you had adjusted very well to life in Serenity. You missed your mom and sister dearly, but you knew that the chances of seeing them alive ever again was slim-you just had to hope they would pop up in Serenity one day. Everyone knew that Y/n was the girl who holed herself up in the bookstore on the f/c beanbag in a corner.

Well, at least you thought everyone knew.

One particular day, you went to go pick up the book you left on hold called "The Friskative Dog." Looking forward to finishing it today, you strolled over to your sacred beanbag, but you froze when you saw a red-haired girl around your age nestled comfortably within it. She was reading a book of her own.

You were conflicted. You didn't know what to say. You didnt want to be mean and make her get up, but you didn't want to share it either. You clutched your book at your side, a pit growing in your stomach as nervousness washed over you. You were about to just leave and come back another day when she spoke to you.

"Oh, did you want to sit here?" she asked sweetly, her dark eyes looking up at you. You shook your head frantically, feeling your book slip from your sweaty hands.

"N-no, I'll just go sit somewhere else!" And scurried away without another word.

It was the same thing for the next couple of days, she would be sitting in your beanbag, and you would just leave. It went on like that until she stopped you from leaving.

She invited you to sit with her in that spot, pulling up another bean bag and giving you yours back.

And that's how you became acquainted and eventually, friends.

It was on a patrol where she confessed her feelings for you. Once people in the community turned 18, they had the option to become scouts. You and Chae joined the more experienced scouts on supervised patrols, and eventually they began to trust you guys to head out by yourselves. On one particular summer patrol, you and her were tasked with clearing out a couple of buildings that were about a half an hour horse ride away from Serenity. Some infected snuck up on her, knocking her over. You shot it in its head just in the nick of time, and with a round face splattered in inhuman blood, she looks up at you and blurts out: “Oh my god I love you.”

And here we are in the present day, the two of you sharing a horse (whom you named Sucrose) as she silently trekked on a path through a lush woodland. You held the reins as Chae leaned against you back, arms wrapped loosely around your waist.

“Y/n~ It’s hot out here,” She whined as she wiped her sweaty face on your t-shirt.

“I know. Whining about it isn’t gonna cool you down, though.” She groaned, unfastening the canteen on her waist, throwing her head back to take a hearty sip. She then screwed the cap back on and pulled a map of the local from her pocket. “Let’s see…”

“Do you think we’re getting closer to that flower farm?” You asked her as she squinted at the paper in her hands.

“Maybe? According to Daniel’s map we should be on the right path…We did walk past that tipped over statue half an hour ago.”

The two of you were on a well deserved vacation from Serenity, Daniel (an older guy who’s a self proclaimed adventurer who's apparently been all over) having given you a couple maps and suggested you visit a large field of wildflowers for your guy’s trip, giving you guys a couple marked up maps to help guide you a little. Sucrose snorted, and you patted her silky brown coat.

“Uh oh.” You pulled back, causing the horse to stop as you came upon a crossroad. “Here, turn this way.” Chaeryoung, slightly taller than you, placed her wrists atop of yours and guided the reins to the right.

“I can drive the horse myself,” you say, feeling your body warm up at her touch.

“Drive?” She chuckled as Sucrose trotted down the dirt path that veered right. Moments later, your mount emerged from the woods, stepping out into a rainbow colored field of flowers.

“Woah…” You both said in unison as you led Sucrose through the field. Butterflies fluttered around each other here and there, and a few birds rose from the ground your horse walked on.

“This is so pretty,” She said as gripped your shoulder to bend down and run her hand through the tall grass and flowers.

“Look, we can set up at that little house over there,” you said, pointing at a beat up abandoned cottage a short distance away.

After securing the perimeter, your and your girlfriend settle down comfortably in the cottage.

“This place seems like its out of a fairy tale,” she says as she sits criss-cross (applesauce) on the patio outside across from you, opening up a sandwich you guys packed for the trip while you drank some water. Sucrose grazed on some flowers a short distance away.

“I know, glad we listened to Daniel…for once.” You both chuckled as you ate and drank. She took some time to admire you. You were leaned back on your arm as you drank. Your shirt hugged your body thanks to the sweat from being outside in the heat for a few hours. Her eyes lingered on your lips, wrapped around the canteen of water as you drank. When you threw your head back up, catching her gaze, you smirked.

“See something you like?” Her eyes roamed your body bashfully before she tucked a few strands of red hair behind her ear.

“Maybe I do.” She crawled up to you, as you were still leaning back on your arm until both her arms straddled you. She pushed forward, turning her head towards the side as she pressed her warm lips onto yours. Slowly, she eased you onto your back, prompting you to run your fingers through her red hair.

“Mm,” you breathed as she eased your head onto the patio, using her hand as a cushion. Her other hand cupping your cheek and brushing her thumb over the side of your face.

“Chae~”

“Hm?” She pulled back, catching her breath and resting her forehead onto yours.

“I love you, a lot.” She smiles, kissing you once more. Looking you in the eyes, she says:

“I love you to the ends of the earth.”

#itzy #itzy x reader #itzy x you #reader insert #kpop x reader #x black reader #chaeryeong #chaeryoung x reader #chaeryoung x black reader #x female reader #female y/n #itzy x fem reader #au #apocalyse au #fanfiction #lovers in wasteland #itzy x black reader

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i love the difference between the two aus but ur true about regimen infecting the stay au with angst LMAO

but really i really love the stay au it's so sweet to see a nonfucked version of tord be so warm and gentle and that tord is ACTUALY in love with tom, and that does work to better himself(we love healthy relationships yaaay!!! :DDD)

YAAAAAAA TOMTORD HAS ALWAYS BEEN MY BRAINROT SHIP IVE BEEN DECAYING FOR YEARS ON THESE STUPID RED-BLUE BITCHES I HATE THEM SO MUCH KJHDGKDSJHG YEEE Stay AU Tord my belovedddd, his love is very all encompassing. Love me a man who would burn the world down just to make sure his love his safe mmmmm.

Mini rant (?) below about my stupid red-blue bitches ship.

I know people joke that the tomtord shippers have died out but genuinely, I don't see a lot of people make content (like non fucked decent content) for them anymore. Sometimes I feel like I'm standing alone in a broken city that used to be teeming with life, but it's all gone now and people talk about it like it's taboo. Sometimes I meet other travelers, but they only pass by and I'm all alone again.

It's slightly why I'm cannibalizing myself on Stay AU, I really want to see the dynamic of theirs thats more on 'Bickers like an old couple' Or 'Bitch attracted to Bitch'. We have enough content thats dark and fucked up (And yes I am counting myself with Regimen but that fic was always meant to be angsty and dark), and not a lot of people, that I can see at least, leans towards a cuter dynamic these days :/ Like its so possible for them to still be bitching at each other but still care!! That's exactly the kind of relationship I have with a very close friend of mine, they give me shit, and I bitch at them, but I fucking love that asshole to death (even if its not romantic love).

A healthy romantic relationship won't always be just pure fluff, sometimes we can get irritated at our partner and nibble at them a little bit, but we never hurt them in any way that matters. Thats the kind of dynamic I really really like when it comes to tomtord, but unfortunately all the decent creators that liked it have moved on, or just dont try to make content for it anymore because people accuse them of liking an "abusive" ship which just :////// naurrrrrrrr

I'm really sad that getting branded as a tomtord shipper has like this stigma to it now, like you could just say "Oh that person ships tomtord" and suddenly they're a pariah like mannnn I just wanna see two whiny loser bitches fall in love and be whiny loser bitches together.

S i g h but whatever, I'll just continue chugging along on this abandoned train track =7=

#asks #bladezmad #eddsworld #eddsworld thoughts #tomtord #tordtom #ship discourse #??? I guess??#idk lmao

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woodswolf · 4 months

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14 and 23 fic asks!

end of year fic asks

14. a fic you didn't expect to write

UM. definitely my current wip that i've been working on since like the last week of august or something. 37k and counting and it's still only about half done. like okay! literally the longest fic i've written since high school and everything of comparable length i've written is shit!

23. fics you wanted to write but didn't

uhhhhhh do the multiple planned sequels to my current wip that i cannot physically justify writing before i finish it count

otherwise there's like 4 other things, in order of likelihood that i'd actually work on them:

another pikmin fic entirely unrelated to my current wip. i actually have some of this written but i haven't touched it in like 2 months for no particular reason. basic premise started out as "Hm what if there were long-term consequences to The Events of p4" and then turned into midsommar lmao.

Manhattan, a tribute one- or two-shot to one of my favorite fic series of all time, The Station Sequence (Wells Street Station / The Ellipse / Promenade / Narodnaya) by Marquis Carabas. Fucking INCREDIBLE takes on Coraline and the kind of trauma that would naturally arise from her circumstances, but also an excellent example of She Who Fights Monsters and the impact that that has on herself and other people. I have a lot of very specific headcanons regarding parts of this series that I would have wanted to turn into a ten-year-anniversary tribute or whatever but unfortunately I didn't think of that until both the "series start" and "series end" anniversaries had long passed. But I'm absolutely going to write this anyway at some point - there are just too many specific ideas and some of them are already partially written.

the ninjago AU longfic that i've been planning... definitely since i finished crystallized, possibly since the s15 finale (but i don't think so, i remember the early concept was much more "this is an AU of crystallized" than "this is an AU of ninjago in general" so it was probably when i finished crystallized). the concept has Evolved a lot since then, but the basic premise is that sea!nya and a weird version of zane that i invented whole-cloth out of implications... they don't really "team up" as much as "orbit around each other for a billion years" in a way. julien is heavily involved, because you KNOW i can't resist that shit, and so are echo and harumi. i've already done a lot of Figuring Out with this universe or whatever but it'd take a Lot More and frankly DLD has much higher priority.

a few miscellaneous sciadv fics that i wrote a little bit of but which unfortunately did not go anywhere, and then amadeus wasn't nearly as important in A;C as i was hoping she'd be RIP. these are probably dead unfortunately the motivation is basically gone. ironically i might circle back to writing something for O;9 at some point instead - going in i thought it'd be horrible from what little i knew about it (unfinished VN/light novels and Breasting Boobily: The Anime), but actually i watched the anime back in september. aside from the pacing in the first few episodes feeling like i got infected with radical-6 and then started watching a normal show, it was LITERALLY fantastic and i am still fucking thinking about it. but! no plot bunny, fic needs a plot bunny. maybe something would come to me on a rewatch though.

thanks for the ask! :D

#my posts #asks #end of year fic asks #dogs leading dogs

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sussyxverse · 2 months

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Would SymbioteTale be considered as those infected AU trends goin around the internet?

I do have scenarios just like the infected stories where they infect other AU's at the top of my head, but I can never figure out how I'd continue and/or end it. So I just, discarded the idea.

However, I do have a story for one of SymbioteTale's characters hunting some infected who escaped the AU, so it kinda counts. The ones inside the AU are unaware of this accident, so this is a solo mission to that specific character. It kinda helps me avoid focusing too much on it cuz this would've prolly slowed my progress lmao.

#sushi talks #symbiotetale #undertale #undertale au #infected au #??? i think

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passer-ine · 2 years

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I'm thinking about Godhome ending where everyone survives because I say so (RIP godseeker tho 😔) just Some Thoughts I've had on it

(probably counts as an au at this point)

THK surviving and able to be free cuz no more infection

The Dreamers are also able to wake up cuz they don't have to be killed for the seals to break because the seals didn't even need to be broken

MEANS QUIRREL IS STILL THERE TOO :)

Little Ghost is now also Lord of Shades (pretty sure that's what happens iirc), but in the awake world, just goes back to its vessel body (cuz of shade soul charm or something idk I'm making this up as I go), but its tiny little body can barely hold the void god which presents some problems

Ghost is still them but Something is Definitely Different. The air around them seems colder and more dense in a way you wouldn't expect from someone so tiny. Just makes them all the more unsettling.

Most bugs don't know why, just "hm they're creepier than usual"

Bugs who know enough about the void can figure out what's up (like Bardoon, and WL).

Bugs who can pick up on things like that, but don't know enough about the void to tell exactly whats up are like "hm, something is fundamentally different but I don't know what" (like Hornet)

Really toying with the idea of if PK is actually dead or just reincarnated again.

Little Ghost is still very young (specifically mentioned in the game somewhere, I do remember this) so yeah Mato adopts them.

THK gets to visit their mom. Don't know if this helps them, but it's one of those things they just really need to do for themself.

Knights reunion (sad). The remaining knights (and WL) find out what happened to the others, but at least they get to see each other. (Ze'mer is still there because I say so)

All infected creatures just die. Technically they're already dead, but the infection isn't keeping their corpses going anymore. It's more of poison now, and can't really spread anymore.

Except Broken Vessel I want them to be ok ;-; technically when u fight them they're still alive cuz at the end of the fight when the infection leaves they try to get up but just collapse ssshhh they're just slleeppingg they're ok I PROMISE :)

Going back to PK, reincarnated he would be a little more wrymy and a bit less buggy than than the 1st time he reincarnates.

He probably tries to fix up THK some, knows there's only so much he can do with all that they've been through, but 1- he's a bit attached 2- gives him something to do for a while

He's still an asshole tho and doesn't really care much about about ghost or bv, siblings gotta look out for each other (THK does care abt them, as does Hornet)

I saw thing somewhere about Oro adopting BV and I love that so I'm using that here too if this post ever reaches the person who started that: I love you.

It's also an excuse for Mato and Oro to talk to each other

Maybe if that goes well Sheo can introduce his husband to his brothers :)

I've thought about this a lot lmao. There's still more, but I may draw some of it out.

#hollow knight #hk

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koishua · 2 years

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𝐖𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘

sim jake x reader. 0.707k words. light angst/mild fluff. happiness!au. implications of apocalypse-esque themes. a/n: this is a small testing product of a fic i am planning to write on a full scale, also inspired by happiness the kdrama! apocalypse aus my beloved ugh actually no wait this is legit in the drama lmao nvm it's an au not an inspo dnhd

synopsis: a little glimpse into life trapped in the same apartment as sim jake when the government puts the surrounding complexes in a lockdown to control a viral outbreak of an unknown disease.

it had been ten days since you had been locked up inside the apartment complex with only sim jake for company. ten days had passed since the afternoon you’d come over to his apartment to complete a damn project for school and had gotten an emergency government order to not step out of the area, a viral infection spreading everywhere faster than you could count from one to two.

no internet to connect with the outside world and no idea when help would finally arrive, forced to witness the horrors of violent outbreaks, the savage infected and merciless neighbors— locking yourselves into his small unit was the only way to survive.

“open the door! we all decided to share whatever we have left with each other fairly, so just come out and cooperate, please!” the apartment representative bangs harshly on the door, a series of pounds at jake’s front door makes you jump out of your skin. you try to drown out the voices, though not even the blanket jake had thrown over your heads and the palm over your ears helped dampen the noise much.

he sighs, mentally exhausted by the constant violence his neighbors seemed to enjoy displaying. sometimes you wonder if it’s really the virus you should be wary of, the unsettling behavior of most of the renters making your skin crawl. jake frowns, noticing your uncomfortable shift on the couch, “it’s okay, they’ll go away soon. saebom said we could stay in, right? yihyun told us to not come out to anyone but them too.”

he puts a hand over yours after seeing you unconsciously picking the side of your thumb again, a nervous habit that you’d failed many times to put a stop to ever since being a child. “seriously, don’t worry. our parents are safe, i’m sure of that. weren’t they quick to develop a vaccine for covid? we’ll be out of here in no time, just ignore the others. we don’t have to share anything with people like them.”

he laces his fingers through yours, resting the back of his head on the wall behind the couch. “they must be very thirsty.” you absentmindedly draw small circles on his hand with your thumb, feeling guilty about closing yourself off.

he turns his head to look at you, half of his vision covered by the blanket, “they got their share of necessities last time too. it’s their problem if they don’t have any left, wasting it left and right like that when we’re already short of food and water. they’re heartless, just let them be.”

“that’s true,” you add thoughtfully, “how much more do we have left?”

pulling the fabric down to peek at the counter across the room, he mumbles a few numbers under his breath, assessing your current situation. “well,” he slides his head under the blanket again, “we have ten bottles of water, a good deal of food that we could ration into a whole nother week, i guess. hopefully they’ll turn the generator on to bring the running water and electricity back.”

“until then, we’ll wait.” you purse your lips, wishing that everything would return to normal soon. normal?

when things had been normal, you and jake were sworn enemies. back when things weren’t as messed up as these days, you and jake were constantly at each other's throats— when everything had been normal, you hated sim jake.

when things had been normal, you didn’t hold his hands and you didn’t cry on his shoulders and when things were normal, he’d never held you tightly in relief for not having to spend his time alone and scared. he’d never told you how things would be okay and that you were safe in here with him.

he’d never laughed with you and broken down in tears with you. back when things had been normal, sim jake despised you. you weren’t his enemy anymore, you were his lifeline now. with you, he felt alive and with you, he felt sane and safe— who knows what his days would look like if he had never started the project with you.

“we’ll be okay.”

maybe this could be your new normal; just you and him against the world, safe and sound in each other’s embrace.

#enhypen jake imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #enhypen jake x reader #enhypen jake fluff #jake scenarios #jake imagines #enhypen angst #sim jake fluff #sim jake

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vermillioncrown · 2 years

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Building the SS MianLin

Ok, bc of the existence of the Lan Wenhui au, I'm content to disembark from the jc/zyx ship. And, of course, forever happy to go where the story takes us. But Mianmian and Yunxun! This could be fun! And unlike lxc/zyx, doesn't require as much 'hasn't happened yet' to make the shop float. (My personal feelings on ot3 are already documented.)

- Comparable levels of snark. I mean, the two are basically trying to raise jzx into a normal human being, and they understand that this is an Undertaking and must be done w a certain level of humor/exasperated self-awareness wrt to difficulty of the task that no one asked them to do

- And they're part of Gucci Gang together! Established friends! Trauma bonding!

- Lqy would fit in beautifully w Shuangfeng, is my bet. Just enough gremlin, just enough political savvy, would be over the moon at ppl not taking her less seriously bc of her gender

- Least likely to take zyx's gender fuckery as deathly injury to their worldview/paradigms. Would honestly probs be amused and Understand thoroughly

- No need for any sort of widespread gender reveal!

- If they got married, she could be in on the gender fuckery. "Ah, yes, my....husband... 😏" "Oh no, this is my sister-in-law"

- (Congrats her on bagging one of the jianghu's top 5 lmao)

- Would not infect zyx w the Drama. Lqy isn't immune to Drama (see her canon quitting of the Jin Sect), but she's too sensible to suffer fools and knows when to peace out. Unlike the rest of the contenders on dbd's The Bachelor, she isn't a Drama Magnet

- Also, zyx wouldn't be tied to a sect leader/heir. Big sigh of relief

- Previously referenced sensibility means she'd also be able to bring the side eye of judgment down on zyx when they get too wrapped up in convoluted research and neglect bodily needs, but also knows when to let things be

- Lqy is the closest thing this franchise has to a normal, emotionally even-keeled character. A selling pt all on its own. Also the character probably least likely to make zyx feel like they have to tend to their partner's emotional needs and growth

- Would be A-OK w trolling the hell out of wwx for his longstanding crush on zyx/be unimpressed w his tryhard insinuating teasing

- And, most importantly, basically guaranteed that there would be no untoward biomechanics troubleshooting 😂😂

haaa.hahahahaa

idk if it's a good time to start considering mianlin with gucci gang turbulence - hmm perhaps it's the perfect time!

(we're only so far into the fic + allowable character interactions, so again, can't count anyone out yet)

i think you're the first to really bring this possibility up, too. addressing each point

- yes, there's already personality chemistry between the two of them, esp when lqy comes out of her shell

- friendship is a very important foundation, and they've started on their way to building it (even the current issues, of which lqy's part hasn't been fully addressed yet, is all part of sweet sweet development)

- true, but a lot of the misfits of the cultivation realm (ie. most of the canon characters) would do okay-to-well there, too

- true to an extent - i feel it still depends on when and where and other developments between them. while we all like joking that lqy is the best and most boss-ass, rational bitch in the house, she's still a teen that's growing and maturing, she's still a person that has human flaws and biases. when everything settles, amusement and understand will probably the general feeling, yes.

- also true - but depending how things play out for others and wherever gender reveals are dropped, can be the same for others (not saying i'm dropping these genders whenever i feel like being saucy - a lot of these moments and instigations have already been plotted)

- YES. 100% post-canon shenanigans, bonus points in really annoying the shit out of nosy canon-folk that want to know about zyx's family (eg. wwx only gets nosier and nosier w his favorite people)

- (damn bro, yes, you clocked the self-indulgence, zyx will absolutely go up in rank)

- Also yes to the lack of Drama(tm), just regular drama.

- Also very true, and it also makes [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] easier

- Another aspect of lqy and zyx getting along, having inherent balance in their respective personalities

- Equality is important in a relationship (even if not perfectly 'equal'). Helps that zyx would have to get to know lqy as a person more than what the media showed her as (sassy, rational, etc etc). it's more organic

- see the point on gender fuckery, this is an extension of it

- no one's gonna die via a giant skewer, but there's definitely a learning curve nonetheless

all of these are nice points made... but none of them take into account to how it takes two to tango

so while we're seeing dbd and the other characters through zyx...

how do you think lqy sees zyx???

#inquiry #electricalsheep #dbd love shack #i'll tell you: mianlin interactions weren't given too much thought #that once i gave it more thought after they were written and posted #i was 😮 'what did i do?' 😶 ...😏#anyone with free time wanna go back and take some looks #and there'll likely be a lqy pov (after the jzx ch)#both after the indoctrination camp arc

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cecily-xyz · 3 years

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So I just did one of those PowerPoint nights with my friends- so I present~

What PowerPoint presentations the main 6 would do at a PowerPoint party.

(Modern AU for obvious reasons)

Julian-

He would most definitely do “What each of us would get arrested for and why”

I mean he has experience in being wanted so it makes the most sense

I feel like he’d make Asra’s one of those weird ass “Florida Man” arrests that were really popular, for example: “Florida man arrested for calling 911 after kitten denied entry into strip club” or “Florida man fights off alligator that attacked his dog” except insert Faust instead of dog (I would fight an alligator if they attacked Faust too let’s be honest).

Would definitely find a way to insult Lucio in a way that he could play it off as a joke.

Would give Portia something stupid and ridiculous like “sneaking Pepi into a showing of Cats the movie” (is that illegal? We’ll let it slide)

He’d give Faust an honorable mention slide that just had:

Asra-

I would like to think they would do “which frogs represent us”

Then would include the following:

Muriel-

Julian-

Nadia-

Portia- (does this count? LMAO)

Lucio-

Them-

BONUS: Them and MC 😌

Nadia-

I think it’d be hilarious if Nadia did some vague shit like “Why Abby Lee Miller is a danger to society”

I was honestly so lost on what to do for Nadia so yes I am pulling this out of my ass and we’re going with it.

Would give a thorough break down on all the abusive shit she did

Would include screenshots of all the girls from dance moms crying in order to prove her point

Would also include the video of her trying to bite that moms finger for dramatic effect.

Thought I would include said video:

Portia-

I think Portia would do something like “How and when each of us would die in the apocalypse”

“Lucio would die first because he would convince himself he could somehow gain control of the zombies and create his own zombie army, but would get bit in the process.”

“Julian would die second because he would be trying to find a cure but would be infected by doing so (thank you for your sacrifice Julian)”

“I would die third not because she was reckless or stupid but because she was protecting/saving someone else (awww)”

(It was hard to figure out what would become of Asra and Nadia lol)

“Maybe Nadia would either die a similar heroic death as me- I think Nadia would definitely put herself in harms way to protect her friends- or honestly, survive.” I mean cmon her sword skills.

“And Asra and (especially) Muriel would survive, maybe Asra would also be in danger trying to find a cure? But I don’t think he’d be reckless. And Muriel has managed to live by himself in the woods for a very long time, so he’d do just fine.”

Lucio-

I think Lucio would DEFINITELY do “which tv show and movie characters I could beat in a fight”

ABSOLUTE CHAOS WOULD ENSUE

So much debate

Most of said debate would be over him saying he could be certain characters, and the rest of the group refuting it.

Would claim the most ridiculous shit like that he could beat Voldemort or something even though he is incompetent when it comes to magic.

His feelings would definitely get a bit hurt

Muriel

I’m so sorry to disappoint, but I sat here for a good hour trying to think of something for Muriel and came up with nothing. I think a big part of it is I can’t imagine Muriel wanting to do a presentation? Idk maybe I’m being a total idiot and am totally missing a good obvious opportunity but I’ve got nothing :(

Anyways, I’m sorry if some of these are total misses, my brain is not being very creative rn and idk why, but I hope you guys enjoy it :)

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velvett-tearss · 3 years

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Saturn — Levi Ackerman

summary: A sun came over his grey sky when he met you. The only problem is that after a lifetime in the cold, you begin to miss it.

warning: cursing, crying, breakup-ish ):

genre: angst, modern au, drabble (?)

word count: +700, she tiny today lmao

a/n: this is veryyy different from what i usually write in general, I listened to sour (for the first time) and a bunch of mitski and this popped out! I’ve never written angst before aaahh I’m scared lmfao, ending is wonky af, hope you enjoy <3

You're crying.

It's raining cats and dogs outside, and you're crying through your eyelashes, and Levi hasn't said a word. Not one. He’s parked outside your house. It’s cold, so fucking cold it makes his pale fingertips rosy and numb.

He's far away from you. He has been for a while. He's in a place you can't seem to reach, a place he doesn't even want you to find. Levi’s far from Earth and the people who live among it, even farther from the sun and the moon who borrows its light.

Saturn. That's where he's at.

Cold and crisp and too damn far that even the sun's beaming rays of warmth don't reach him. He sits on his knees, hands reaching out to the rings of ice and rock that surround it, that protect it.

The man you had loved for so long couldn't meet your gaze anymore. His beautiful grey eyes that once saw galaxies when he looked at you were replaced with guilt.

And, it eats through his gut, climbing up his ribcage to strangle him. His guilt infects his entire system so intensely that he can’t function properly anymore. His hands are twitching. He doesn’t know what to do with them. He never knows what to do with them.

You’re crying, and it infects his heart. It's yours, really. His heart has only ever been yours. You're crying. And, he hasn't said anything.

Why hasn't he said anything?

"It has nothing to do with you."

The words taste bitter on his tongue.

"Nothing to do with me?" He's breaking your heart. He can hear it cracking through your voice, through the look you give him with tears in your eyes. Such sad eyes you have. "If not me, then what is it?"

Levi knows the answer. That’s where his guilt comes from. People grow out of each other, of themselves, even. Time changes people, and he’s wise enough to know that neither of you have ever been an exception to that.

If he lives on Saturn in the bitter cold and shards of ice surrounding it, then you reside on the sun where everything is bright, where warmth shines upon as much as it can reach.

"It's me, okay? It's always been me." He hates seeing the softening of your expression, watching your eyebrows relax just a smidge. “Haven’t you realized that by now?”

You're everything good in the world. You're ice cream after a day at the beach, fireworks during the summer, chocolate covered strawberries, the smell of new books, a smooth pen, the perfect tea cup.

To him, you're fuzzy socks on a cold day. You're cheesy pizza fresh out of the oven, Fridays, a package with bubble wrap he can pop later, a fortune cookie, the extra nugget in his order, the morning sun.

But, he fears it. The thought of something good happening to him sends him down an unknown road of disarray. He knows that when something good happens, something awful will quickly follow. That’s just how life has been for him. That’s just how life has treated him.

Maybe that makes him a pessimist, but he doesn’t care if it does.

Gosh, maybe he likes it on Saturn. Maybe he doesn't mind the cold air and the shitty ice and rocks. It’s far safer there than never knowing when the light would die out, not knowing if it would ever flicker back on.

And, if it’s you who gives him light, if you’re the sun, then maybe he doesn't want to feel you’re warmth on his face anymore. Maybe he doesn’t want to feel it at all.

#levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman angst #Levi Ackerman x you #Levi Ackerman x gn!reader #snk x reader #snk x y/n #aot x you #aot x reader #aot x y/n #Levi Ackerman x y/n #ending was ass oh well

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fonulyn · 2 years

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Fic Writer Wrapped-2021 Edition

got tagged by @phoenixkaizen 💖

How many stories did you complete?

75 on ao3, but there’s also a bunch of tumblr ficlets from the first half of the year that haven’t made it to ao3 yet so. idk? 90-ish?

What is your total word count for the year?

~350k. of posted fic.

What fandoms did you write in this year?

Resident Evil and The Old Guard, but ToG was only in the first half of the year, the recent months have been only RE tbh.

Did you write more, less, or roughly about what you expected?

ehhh well I am always positively surprised I get stuff done so more, I’d say. I did write 300k+ last year too so this isn’t a huge shock but I still remember 2014-2018 when I wrote like literally nothing so writing anything at all always feels like an accomplishment.

What’s your favorite story of the year?

ughhhh i don’t knooooowwww. i am one of those (apparently rare??) people who actually like their own fics :’D bc like, i write what i'd want to read. so even if it sounds super selfish, i have a lot of favorites. but hm. so I confide in you (for nothing compares to you) or the guess who’s back, Krauser’s back -series, probably.

What is your most underappreciated story of the year?

the super self-indulgent snowy nivannedy vacay? :’D lmao it’s the one that got by far the least ...anything so let’s go with that.

Biggest fanfic-related disappointment of 2021?

that nivannedy still isn’t the fandom’s biggest ship, smh. such wasted potential. :’D lmao but nah i ...don’t know. the fact that my to-write-list just keeps on growing and i can’t write fast enough to cross things off it at the same rate i keep adding new stuff? but that’s just how it is i’ve made my peace with it lol.

Biggest fanfic-related surprise of 2021?

that i got my whole grand fic challenge finished. i am great at starting stuff like that, less great at finishing. so it felt like a huge accomplishment! still does. and i wanna do something similar again but idk exactly what. suggestions welcome :’D although I should just stick to my to-fic-list gdi and not stray away from it again.

Something you look forward to working on in 2022?

the nivannedy re4 au! it is my immediate priority. i’m also super pumped to finally finish the nivannedy childhood friends re2 au lol i wrote it already once but realized it didn’t make sense and had to start over. i’m also very excited for the one tumblr request i got asking for them to have a baby so although i haven’t figured out the specifics of that yet i am looking forward to it. Tir also put an idea in my brain about the ot3 having to take in a kid that’s somehow infected (like Sherry) and can’t be placed in any ‘normal’ family, so it’s either that or the kid being put in a lab and ofc the ot3 can’t have that so they’ll take the kid lol.

i’ve also wanted to do a soulmate au for the longest time so maybe in 2022 i’ll finally have the chance to do that. and I have this lifeguard au i’ve wanted to do since june (with nivannedy and chris/oc) and i really would want to get started on that at some point too.

but like. i have 26 things on my to-fic-list at the moment :’D 27 if you count that one vague addition in the end. so. i have so so so many plans. let’s see if i’ll get even a fraction of those done ansdfgjkjkn

i also would love to actually finish posting all the tumblr ficlets on ao3 sometime this year. would be amazing to have all the fic in one place.

i am rambly, i apologize.

i am also not gonna tag anyone :’D or i will tag everyone! if you wanna do this, do it!! and say i tagged you. i mean it!

#me and my fics #meme thingy

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