#(&&Auron's mirror)

[mushhroooms]

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

new theme and my kinktober masterlist??? I am cooking >:)

Day 1. Oviposition - Neuvillette (Genshin)

Day 2. Threesome - Alphonse and Seth (Yuurivoice)

Day 3. Breeding - Sunday (Honkai)

Day 4. Virginity - Welt (Honkai)(College professor AU)

Day 5. Masturbation - Dr. Ratio (Honkai)

Day 6. Kidnapping - Charles (Yuurivoice)

Day 7. Mind Control - Pro hero! Shinso (AKA after timeskip)(MHA)

Day 8. Belly Bulge - Muriel (The Arcana)

Day 9. Praise kink - Charlie (Yuurivoice)(Sub Charlie)

Day 10. Aphrodisiacs - Julian (The Arcana)

Day 11. Blow jobs - Gojo (JJK)

Day 12. Overstimulation - Auron (Yuurivoice)

Day 13. Dom/Sub - Kaeya (Genshin)

Day 14. Breath Play - Sampo (Honkai)

Day 15. Spanking - Gallagher (Honkai)

Day 16. Oral Fixation - Getou (JJK)(Reader receiving)

Day 17. Hidden Vibrator - Toji (JJK)

Day 18. Elevator - Ijichi (JJK)

Day 19. Spooning - Aventurine (Honkai)

Day 20. Honeymoon sex - Nanami (JJK)

Day 21. Aftercare - Welt (Honkai)(College professor AU)

Day 22. Biting - Vampire! Auron (Yuurivoice)

Day 23. Mutual Masturbation - Alhaitham (Overseas bf au)(Phone sex)

Day 24. Size Difference - Big Red (Yuurivoice)

Day 25. Mirror - Kenshi (Mortal Kombat)

Day 26. Summoning - Lucifer (Hazbin)

Day 27. Marking - Sebastian (Black Butler)

Day 28. Jealousy - Dabi (MHA)

Day 29. Electroplay - Pro hero! Denki (AKA after timeskip)

Day 30. Bondage - Itto (Genshin)(Sub Itto)

Day 31. Deepthroating - Finn (Yuurivoice)(Sub Finn)

[lightandfellowship]

One of the reasons why Olympus was chosen as the prologue world for KH3, I imagine—Hades and Xehanort's plans mirror each other quite well. In fact, I'd go so far as to say that the Olympus intro was intentionlly written in this specific way in order to parallel Xehanort's antics throughout the series as close as possible.

The image I chose doesn't convey it perfectly, but I also realized the mention of Terra, Cloud, and Auron could be replaced with Terra, Ven, and Aqua, and you get the same idea of a villain trying to manipulate three people into helping them achieve their plans.

[wndfsh]

Auron, Seppuku, and Holding Onto Hope

A mini-analysis of Final Fantasy X’s potential symbolic depiction of ritual suicide and its insights into Auron’s character. Spoilers.

For the purposes of this analysis, I first need to explain the ritual of seppuku, barring any details that are otherwise irrelevant:

In simple terms, a samurai, sitting in a kneeling position, took a blade to his lower abdomen and disemboweled himself with a horizontal slice. Then, a kaishakunin—an attendant of the rite—beheaded the samurai from behind, or performed kaishaku, in the interest of preventing prolonged suffering. (Note that there are a few important details I left out that will be important later.)

It’s no secret that Auron is, for all intents and purposes, a samurai (and a rōnin after death). His design was based heavily on late actor Toshiro Mifune, he wields a katana, one of his overdrives is called Bushido—even Auron’s status as an unsent is symbolic of his status as a samurai. An excerpt from Yamamoto Tsunetomo’s Hagakure: The Book of the Samurai states:

“And every day without fail one should consider himself as dead.”

No more needs to be said. Auron is a samurai, and many of his behaviors and moves are references to either samurai media or real world samurai history.

That said, I believe that the circumstances of Auron’s death and state of un-death as an unsent tie heavily into his status as a samurai, and that one scene in particular mirrors seppuku.

Honor is one of the primary tenets of Bushidō, or the samurai moral code; to dishonor oneself was, for a samurai, worse than death, so much so that samurai often chose ritual suicide as a means to regain it.

It is, again, no secret that Auron feels an incredible amount of self-loathing and shame about his inability to prevent Braska and Jecht from dying. His struggle as a younger man to find another way for them to defeat Sin without the Final Summoning was immense, and upon his failure after Braska’s defeat of Sin, he, with no regard for his own life, crossed the Calm Lands, climbed up and down Mt. Gagazet, and stormed Yunalesca in Zanarkand in an attempt to honor their deaths, and was killed in the process. This alone functions as an indirect form of suicide, living up to the ideals of Bushidō (namely, “death before dishonor”), but there is more to it, I think.

We have reason to believe that Auron saw Braska as his master. I don’t think he refers to Braska as Lord Braska in the English dub by any mistake or whim of the localizers; historically, samurai fought in service to a lord. With that said, consider the following excerpt from (again) Yamamoto Tsunetomo’s Hagakure: The Book of the Samurai.

“Meditation on inevitable death should be performed daily. Every day when one’s body and mind are at peace, one should meditate upon (…) committing seppuku at the death of one’s master.”

To be clear, I don’t think he literally commits seppuku. Earlier, I mentioned that I left out a few details regarding seppuku, and now I can finally discuss what all of this has been leading up to.

Before having a kaishakunin in attendance became the standard, samurai would silently endure the pain of bleeding to death, or he would remove the blade from his abdomen, and either slice his throat, or fall onto it from a standing position, piercing himself in the heart.

The scene above is the moment Auron lost. Braska and Jecht just agreed to die, and he had been utterly unable to stop them. This is the moment he became both dishonored and masterless at once.

I believe this shot is a metaphor for the agony and emotional intent of seppuku.

As the ritual evolved and became institutionalized as a form of punishment, in many cases, it became completely unnecessary for the samurai to stab himself; simply reaching for the blade would trigger kaishaku. That said, notice the framing of the last shot; you can see present Auron unsheathing his blade as his past self falls into a kneeling position.

In this shot, Auron lashes out at the vision of his past self, swinging his blade in a swift, lethal motion that would have beheaded him, much like kaishaku.

I believe this shot is a metaphor for the physical aspect of seppuku: the agony of dishonor, and the mercy and swiftness of the beheading that follows.

…But he didn’t.

He couldn’t behead himself. No matter how hard he swung his blade, he could not end his own agony. And, historically, failing to properly carry out kaishaku held consequences as well, according to Tsunetomo:

“From ages past it has been considered an ill-omen by samurai to be requested as kaishaku. (…) Further, if one should blunder, it becomes a lifetime disgrace.”

“And the cycle went on.”

This scene, as a whole, is, in my opinion, symbolic of Auron’s feelings of dishonor, guilt, and suicidality. Indeed, this scene is an abstract depiction of an attempt at seppuku; of Auron’s desire to regain his honor.

…But these urges do not define him. They are merely his darkest.

Despite their intensity, he manages to overcome the urge to die and be free of pain, choosing instead to live and fight his sorrow.

Yunalesca may have given Spira a false hope to cling to, but I believe Auron found real hope. Whether it’s hope in the new generation, hope in the resilience of Spira’s denizens, or hope in the possibility of finding another way to defeat Sin and honor the fallen in ways that don’t involve dying, I don’t know.

Regardless, I believe Auron continued living because he had hope. Real hope.

[yuurivoice]

What Charlie said about how Auron looks like he’s strung out on what he’s been sellin hit me like a ton of bricks. Because I remember that he too not only felt Finn’s eyes on him from behind the mirror and also Derek’s writings at the end of Bittersweet, but he was visited by the vines as well in his last audio for his birthday, so this makes me think that he hasn’t been sleeping much or Finn did something to him somehow, because out of everyone, it looks like Auron has had the most contact and is the most self aware of things, but I feel this also goes back to the nickname Blood Red Key from the Shattered trailer. ( sorry if this seems like a dumb conclusion, just something that hit me in the head)

These are all very good observations actually!

Initially I wanted to jump a little further ahead for Shattered, but when DD came into the picture I started trying to figure out how I'd connect the dots. The mystery of Casper's job was going to be drawn out a little longer.

Then I said........what if i just fucking did it and stopped dragging my feet and kicked this shit off?

So, here we are. I'm glad that the handful of things plus his appearance and distress was enough to make someone go hmmmmmm

More clarity on that soon.

[darling-renyuu]

and time can't stop me quite like you did; auron & rook

fic summary: just rook, and how red became their favorite color. a/n: this popped into my head and i had to write it down before i lose it forever. also, my rook's side of the whole thing (but hehe i hope you like it (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)) word count: 845 words

the first time was a well-hidden farce.

his hands were shaking minutely as he spoke words that meant everything and nothing all at once. ones he had rehearsed over and over and over in front of a mirror until he went insane - but he was not sitting face to face with his own soul. no, not at all.

he asked himself once: how can someone be so unknown and so familiar to him all at once? how can someone be so like and unlike him?

his red hair made his vision blur, yet why do his veins yearn to flow through them? when did red make him feel so alive? when did brown eyes feel so cold?

it's truly odd.

everything about him makes his blood thrum and sing songs of unwritten epilogues. like stars etched with scarlet thread in his skin, longing to return to the heights. he's ecstatic when sanguine fills his periphery until its all he could think about. words and jargon blur on his screen, forming a silhouette that makes his heart yearn.

the second time was an instinct.

he should have felt fear. that's what they've taught them in school, right? red means a warning. a blaring message telling you to stop and run away.

though, red feels warm amongst the candles. intimate, with the light dancing around his hair and making him glow. he knows from those brown eyes that his soul is cold and battered and broken down until poisoned shards remain.

with every drop of wine, he could feel himself pressing his ear to the shattered mirror to hear the faint thump of a heart. the edges bite into his skin, but he smiles.

he feels like a fool; a happy fool. one who bares out a piece of his being to let this blood-soaked dagger lodge itself into the softness underneath.

grabbing his chin was an instinct. he needed to brand himself into his memory just like he had for him. he wanted hazel eyes to tint his vision just like brown eyes had for him.

it was a gamble, a risk, but it was a calling. it was a glint of something more that went beyond silly fantasies and fiction. it was as if his offer could put words to paper and make them come alive.

and it did.

the third was an epiphany.

the festivities were nothing compared to the joy he felt when that red appeared once again. he realized that red meant something new; an intriguing vulnerability, like blood underneath hardened skin, coiled around barbed bones.

he wanted to catch a glimpse of the man in an ivory tower. the man whose walls were crawling with crimson-tainted ivy, his gardens filled with fire and fury.

and somehow, in between, where the heavens and the earth meet, he did.

speaking so candidly with him felt odd. like seeing snow on the beach. so, so strange, but beautiful.

it was if they were circling each other, entangling themselves in a song and dance where their eyes and skin communicate for them.

his lips, bitten until they looked like cherries; his cheeks, blooming in rose... and that addicting scarlet bleeding like ink into the sheets.

before he knows it, red has become his favorite color.

Rook's eyes blink open, groaning softly. His hips hurt like hell, but hey, at least last night's shenanigans weren't some dream that would fade in the morning...

The ceiling of Auron's penthouse greets him, and he snuggles right back into the covers like a darling thing.

Like some kind of rare event, Auron was still asleep. The sun greets his peaceful form, the invisible string tying his brows together was not pulled taut for once. Rook simply stops, focusing on how his arm fits snugly against his waist, how his breaths slowly synched with his.

That article he read pops up in his mind again. The one about a pair of heartbeats synching when being in close proximity. Would theirs do that too? Would the silence be adorned with two heartbeats, seemingly fitting into the quiet as one?

He swallows, resting his cheek back into the pillow. He laughs softly to himself, thinking of all the ways Auron would chide him when he wakes up. Maybe something about "watching him in his sleep" or something.

And yet, even if they were entwined a few hours prior, he longs to touch. To feel, once again, the hum of his pulse against his fingertips. One that his soul is willing to echo.

He slowly brushes a finger against his cheek, his breath catching in anticipation. He knows he doesn't need to be so soft. His heart says otherwise.

And so, with a swipe of his thumb against his cheekbone, he lets out a breath with a quiver. His hazel eyes catch the sunlight. If ever Auron were to awaken at this moment, he would see red in the color of love; a subtle thing, something cautious and curious, blooming in the cracks.

for the fourth, time stops like it never had before.

writing belongs to @/darling-renyuu. please do not repost. art belongs to @/jackieeleanor.

[velven1th]

“I won’t lie to you. I’ll just rearrange the truth until you ask the wrong question.”

Velven1th. Selective Indie OC. Penned by Auron.

Welcome to the world of Lucian D’Anvers — perception-twisting, mirror-eyed, silk-wrapped undoing in a human suit. He doesn’t want your soul. He wants your certainty. Your memory. Your trust, handed over like a gift you didn’t realize you were giving.

Carrd.

[bloody-bread]

Always grateful to have my friend listen to my Evalas rambling.

I can talk about the same stuff over and over bc I think it's very interesting and I love Evalas story in general:3!!

Subject was: How Faust and Auron mirror eachother

[no-see-um-incorrect]

Concept #2 breathtaking (Auron/Rook. Rook caught simping  watching Auron get ready for their date)

“You almost ready?!” Rook yelled from the kitchen while putting on their shoes 

“Patience rook. I’ll be out in a few minutes!”

Rook makes their way into the bedroom to see what he’s up to. Stopping dead in the doorway 

“you should bring the umbrella. There’s a high chance of rain tonight!”

He yelled not seeing rook in the mirror.

Rook could barely breathe.

He wore a black mesh dress shirt, covered in red flowers with black dress pants and black boots. His hair was let down in delicate waves. 

(Rook is one of the luckiest people alive)

He was finishing up his hair in the mirror when he hears his partner behind him 

“Damn.”

He sets his hair brushed down and turns around 

“excuse me?”

Rook slowly starts walking towards him 

“you look gorgeous”

Auron’s face started turning red from being flustered, and also confused 

“I-um…thank you”

“I mean Jesus Christ you damn near took my breath away”

They hold his face in their hands. With a dopey  smile on their face. 

“you look absolutely divine baby~”

“Well, I um…..damn rookie for once you have rendered me speechless…”

He slowly pulls them up into a slow kiss by their waist. Once the kiss is done Rook pauses for a moment before taking a deep breath

“Mmm you smell nice too~”

“Ok are we going to dinner or are you just going to spend the rest of our night simping over me?”

“how do YOU even know what the word simping means?”

They say poking at his chest 

“for fucks sake‘s Rook I’m not a fossil…I’ve also done A fair share of it myself~”

He says pulling them closer 

“Thank you. For the reaction…I don’t usually wear stuff like this and I value your opinion”

“Well, it’s the full and honest truth and I’m here anytime you need a reminder…..you are fucking beautiful.”

They went out for their dinner and had a nice night. Auron caught rook staring a few times.  and rook  couldn’t help but notice that Auron’s grin was just that little bit wider. 

This whole idea stems from #2 me being a fucking Simp (as you can clearly see) #2 this thing that I keep seeing where guys don’t get complemented as much as girls do. so they don’t really know what to do with it when they do.

Also Auron deserves love. I think we can all agree on that and I’m gonna give it to him because God damn this man does something to my heart.  and he’s getting a little taste of his own medicine. 

(got me stumbling over myself, and he ain’t even real)

[blacken-basks]

Black Mirror

[This is in the moments after the spicy office audios, the aftercare and morning after so to speak with my Rook, Melissa Jean. TW for depression, anxiety, general harmful thoughts/poor self esteem.]

Rook has voices in her head, and they're finally getting on the microphone.

Melissa Jean had no idea how tired she was until Auron was nudging her and calling her name. At some point during their tryst-- and to her absolute embarrassment-- she must have fallen asleep.

Talk about a wonderful first time. Though no offense was taken, once the thoughts got into her head, they were there to stay. But here they were, cuddling on his couch in the office, looking out towards the city. She can feel Auron caressing her thigh as they sit in silence.

That was-We just had sex. Straight up sex. Ok. Be cool, act normal. You've been here before. What do you mean? You never let anyone get this close, let alone flirt with you in years. The cobwebs in your pipes have cobwebs. And you fell asleep on the pipe cleaner. You couldn’t be any more embarrassing, could you?

"I should get going, it's getting pretty late."

"Tired of me already, Rookie?" Auron looks smug, but if Melissa Jean focused on his eyes, there is a flicker of something there, wanting to pull her in further. Like he doesn't want to say goodnight. She doesn't either, but her house is calling. And he doesn't need to see what she's like off the clock.

"Sure am!" Melissa says, doing a full eye-roll. "I already gotta look at you when we're on the clock!" As she moves to get up, he doesn't.

"You certainly were not tired of me ten minutes ago." Nothing to say of the yawning she was doing back at her desk while sitting on his very prominent and clothed erection.

"Of course not! But I am tired. I can call you on the drive home so you know I made it safely. How about that?" Auron hummed, getting up to stretch, the motion making his shoulder crack. If Melissa were her coquettish, fun-loving self, she would tease him. When they reached the door to his office, she leaned up to kiss his cheek, then promptly wondered why the fuck she did that? They fucked, it wasn't him dropping her off after a nice dinner like a few weeks prior. Once she got on the elevator and it made its descent, Auron touched his cheek.

Something in that cold, dead heart of his was fluttering. Is this what romance feels like? Why was she being so sweet on him? Why did he want her to do it again? Making sure he looked presentable before heading downstairs, Auron called.

The ride and the call were uneventful, mostly silent as Auron packed his own things, giving a nod to security on the way out. Melissa Jean, for her part, kept the conversation active and talked about things she planned to cook for the holidays, and trying her hand at a new cocktail recipe she wanted to try. As she got in her house, Auron had since made it to his place, nursing a nightcap while he made his way to his office.

"Alright, Auron. I finally made it in."

"That's a relief. Are they ever going to fix that gate?"

"Mmm, probably not. It'll just get broken again." Auron chuckled, swirling the whiskey in his glass and thinking of Melissa Jean's eye color- a rich, golden brown, highlighted with flicks of muted green. "I'll see you at the end of the year!"

"...Really, Rook?"

"Whaaaaat? What did I say?"

"I'm not dignifying that with a response. ...Merry Christmas, Melissa Jean."

"Ah- M-Merry Christmas, Auron. See you next week." She wants to stay on the phone, but she was starting to feel a chill under her skin. After she hung up, she let the quiet of the apartment settle in.

Bad idea. The Urge was starting to creep in.

Go get comfortable. Take a shower, stinky.

As she started to take off the ruins of her makeup, Melissa Jean noticed her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Glossy smudges littered the lower part of her face. She can still smell the lingering notes of his cologne on her hands. The memory of his whispered words of praise make her bite her lip. It felt too good to have his mouth on her skin. It felt too good to hear him praise her. So that’s what having a praise kink is like.

How long will it take before he wises up and finds better? You’re an impostor-- a fake. Melissa Jean does her best to fight down the urge to say that she isn’t all those nice things he says about her- because as much as she feels they aren’t true, people believe it.

That’s a problem in and of itself, isn’t it? She’s not as sweet as people think she is- she’s snarky, neurotic, monotone, and sometimes it takes her a moment to register when people don’t actually say what they mean. And if she gets genuinely angry? Oh, they will never forget it, and it ends up defining her despite everything. The second she feels she failed a social interaction, it haunts her, or causes a full-blown panic attack. And she can’t hide that she’s intelligent even if she wanted to. But these are all things he likes. It’s fine. It has to be. It’s not like most of it is an act, at least she tries not to let it be.

The mask will slip.

Then they'll see how ugly you really are. She looks at her stomach. Despite all her best efforts, she still had a muffin top. The blooming lovebites were starting to make her feel shame instead of pride. Was he tricking her into thinking he really thought she was sexy?

There’s no way she’s sexy. Not genuinely. Cute? Sure. Pretty? With the right hair and makeup. But sexy? No. Impossible.

Her thighs were ridiculously sore. Whoever told her taking dick was the easiest thing you could do fucking lied. Her legs were far from relaxed, and her mind was racing a mile a minute.

As she showered, she had half a mind to call him again, just to talk and quiet the vicious witch in her head. If it came down to it, she’d even settle for texting him.

God, can you be any more clingy? Leave him alone! It’s late.

Feeling worse, Meli Jean climbed into bed, hoping the amber scent of his cologne would be enough for tonight. As she laid there under the vicious cacophony of her worst selves, the warmth of knowing she was genuinely wanted at all lulled her to sleep.

Meanwhile…

Auron’s head was swimming from a high better than the most quality drug he had out in the streets. Tonight was amazing. There were a few hiccups, but otherwise, one of the best nights he had in a while. So many discoveries, and Auron had half a mind to rub himself through his pants again. Maybe he should call to see if Meli Jean was willing to talk him into an orgasm. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he knew he had to have a taste. And his past self would have been satisfied to know how delightful she tastes.

Crazy how one person simply coming to work for him was enough to make him act different.

Fuck, that ass was amazing. The moment she sat in his lap, he felt himself twitch at the softness. He could have came right then and there at the realization she was hiding a lot under the long skirts she wore to work every day. So much softness in his hands, so much to squeeze and imagine in his mind’s eye. Her eye for fashion was admirable. How could she hide so much with such a limited dress code?

His second phone buzzed. That vibration style was reserved for Derek, and yet Auron couldn’t find it in himself to even be annoyed remembering he existed. It was just a text, thankfully, which means he won’t have to imagine smelling his rank cologne through the phone the moment he heard the greaser talk. Speaking of cologne, he caught a whiff of vanilla as he tied his hair back. A cursory glance at his palm and he noticed a distinct shininess. And it smelled vaguely of vanilla. Oh.

Oh. That minx. She remembered him complimenting her taste in perfumes at the Christmas party. MJ wore a vanilla and cinnamon combination that had him taking every moment he could to stay near her ears and neck as they waltzed around his office. And she smelled just as good tonight as she did then.

He would have to get rid of Derek soon, but for now, Auron could pretend that he wasn’t a drug kingpin. He could pretend that he was just a normal CEO doing normal CEO things. Normal CEO things include having illicit trysts with employees, right? That’s a thing they do? Even if it wasn’t, he was not letting this one go without a fight, not without good reason. As he pulled up to his desk, he began to write whatever came to mind as a warmup. The muse returns, her perfume setting the stage for him to finalize this last major plot point.

The vampire had finally seduced his target, he was going to savor every drop of blood they were willing to give him. With the memory of their lustful escapades at the forefront of his mind, the penthouse heard nothing but the sound of his fingers on the keyboard for the next two hours.

[andyxd151]

Fun facts about my YV OC’s

Dante is the oldest (not confirming their ages though)

Marina’s nickname is Rina

Oliver can dislocate his rists at will and it freaks everyone out every single time he does that

Ryu has a sunflower tattoo on their back bc of their petname

Amari is ambidextrous

Kaliska’s name means ‘coyote chasing deer’

Cyrus actually hates meatloaf, but their aunt gave it to to them to have something to eat and they were to nice to say no, so that’s why it was just sitting there when Lucien came in

Amari’s dad and Rina’s and Oliver’s moms are siblings making these three cousins

The day she gave Charlie the mixtape, Amari was sent home early so she wouldn’t have to find out Charlie’s answer to the note he (never) got with the tape because she was almost certain that she’d be rejected

Ryu practiced the whole scene where they confessed to Finn with the tickets all night the night before in front of the mirror because she was sweating and shaking at the thought of it

Rina likes to crochet in her free time

Cyrus was a theatre kid in both middle school and high school

Kaliska has a pet hog nose snake named Pringle

Dante had a weird anime kid phase in the 5th grade, he cringes every time he remembers it

Dante actually met Ryu in college and even dated for a bit

The three cousins lived in their own apartment that the three of them rented thanks to the help of Amari’s connections during college

Oliver chose to move out straight after college in order to open up his small bakery

As soon as she moved out, Rina wanted to move back in saying she felt to lonely

Amari was the last one to leave the apartment

Amari is the oldest, Rina is the middle, and Oliver is the youngest but they were all born in the same year

Dante was born and raised in Japan by his mom and her family, he moved to the US for college

Amari and Ryu were fun buddies that also didn’t get along for a bit but now kinda get along and bond over the fact that they both like oblivious blondes with freckles

Amari has a pool in her backyard and Charlie has yet to look back there, she doesn’t mention it because they want to see how surprised and bewildered he’ll be when they get to tell him how it’s been there the whole time and the only reason he never know was because he never asked

Cyrus has a pet European rat named Remy (I snuck in my baby)

Marina has a succubus womb tattoo

Amari’s skateboard nickname for Charlie is “Ollie” like the backward Ollie

Oliver has a fear of the dark and even has a night light for the nights Al doesn’t sleep over

Cyrus hates being too hot or too cold but loves the heat from their living space heater

Ryu works as a tattoo artist in shop just down the street from Finn’s flower shop

Kaliska is the best at playing rock paper scissors

Rina sometimes needs to FORCE the food down Auron’s throat not because he doesn’t like the food, but because he claims to be to busy to eat, and by force I mean having this man in some sort of a head lock while trying to get the fork in his mouth, the whole experience is like trying to give your pet their pills

Dante HATES apricots he likes peaches and every other variation of peaches EXCEPT APRICOTS, he’s not allergic he just has a really weird hatred for specificity apricots

Before meeting Faust, Dante would go to Comicon and Anime Expo with Cyrus every year, now he goes with them both

Cyrus likes to watch the Hangover movies when they’re stressed

Before they met Finn, Ryu was actually kind of a grumpy person, but now they have their sunshine:)

Oliver was a tube baby and a C section baby, he sometimes questions if he’s even really human

Rina was allergic to cats when she was little

Cyrus is double jointed in their thumbs and can dislocate them at will, it weirds the hell out of Lucien every single time

Dante has a scar on his back from being whacked with a branch by another student from when he was a kid

Ryu actually loves animals

Cyrus can’t cook for shit but can make a MEAN cherry pie

Kaliska and Jack have matching bracelets

Finn always packs Ryu lunch

Same goes for Lucien and Cyrus

Kaliska is lactose intolerant but continues to eat anything and everything with dairy whenever she gets the chance

Dante is an Xbox guy

Cyrus likes to watch Lucien sleep in order to make themself sleepy

Ryu has a snaggle tooth

That’s all for now! I have more but I don’t want to put too much in one post :)

[guardiansgalore]

It's you!

Despite everything, it's still you.

Me and the homie @sterilebear did a collab !! AURON!!! MIRRORS!!!

For this half, I did the lineart, stevie did the colours - he's so depressed we love it 😋 it's okay babygirl you're beautiful

Check out the first part, linked here! (and above - check the "it's you"!)

[tsunael]

Been thinking a lot about those posts that go 'put your trauma in your oc for catharsis' and because I loathe putting any personal anecdotes in my creations naturally I've been chewing on it. I honestly don't want to think about if her family life reflects mine because it makes me sick lol.

I don't think I've given Tsuna anything from my own life.

Tsuna's mother was kind, unlike mine, though she died young and an unfair death. I suppose there's catharsis in that. Some kind of twisted wish fulfillment. Though she has mommy issues for other reasons.

I had her hate her absent father to mirror Tidus but he's relatable too. I always liked Jecht for his redemption. You don't often see characters who are abusers or who have hurt others realize that and make efforts to change themselves. Tidus has no obligation to forgive how his father treated him, but you have to admit Jecht is really unique in that way. The way he found meaning in his life because Auron and Braska gave him something bigger than himself to care about... so much that he stopped drinking because of it. I really like that about him. It's so human of him.

I didn't write Kartal as beautiful or nuanced of course. His only crime was cowardice, but I don't know if Tsuna is justified in hating him for abandoning her because it was the only thing he could do. I tried to go with nuance and for her pov to be skewed about him. I want her to live her life believing one thing and learning the truth after Thavnair-- that maybe her father was a good person, and that he was only human. I'm still debating on whether to kill him lol.

[batgirldid]

hi, one of ur reblogs mentioned transfem tidus and i was super curious ab ur analysis of her!! ive never seen her headcanoned as transfem before, thats so cool :D id love to hear more

The basis of a transfem Tidus isn't like super strong IMO, but it's based on the idea of how it would strengthen the themes of the story and better explain her relationship with Jecht.

Basically, Tidus is a character who is always in the shadow of her dad. She is never good enough for him, she is never manly enough. You really get the feeling of this in several conversations she has with Auron and Yuna. As a trans woman I feel a strong kinship with these kinds of characters, as growing up I was never really very good at performing masculinity, and it led to resentment of people around me as I could never quite tell what I was doing wrong.

I also feel that it strengthens his relationships with Yuna and Rikku. While she is clearly attracted to them, I honestly feel Yuna is kind of the person she wishes she could be? It's like they're mirrors of each other. They both feel like they have to be "on" all the time: Yuna has to be the Summoner sent to save Spira from Sin; Tidus is this big celebrity forced into the spectre of being Jecht's son. Tidus teaches her how to relax and Yuna teaches him responsibility. I also feel his relationship with Rikku is borderline sisterly. It's cute and sweet. He's really protective but in a soft way. It doesn't feel like most guys I know.

You can also get stuff out of Tidus' style not being super masculine, though that's just a standard Nomura-ism.

[wubwubnparmaham]

Did hadrian and alexanders relationship change at all when hadrian (technically) became his maker? why/why not?

I love this question a lot actually. I do not believe it has ever been asked or commented on before so 👏👏

*ahem

I'll answer the question, but I'll give you a fuckload more.

Some of this is gonna be nonsensical, plssss bear with me. I'm about to give you a massive headache.

My immediate answer is yes, followed by a no, followed by a bigger yes LOL. Basically, in the sense of normal maker/creation relationships, theirs did not embody the archetype I set up. That is to say, Louis was in no way more likely to feel subservient in any capacity toward Harry. And that's simply because in turning, he merely...returned to his original state before he was killed. He became an elder again, clearly marked by scent and overall strength, so he didn't JUST turn by way of Hadrian's blood, like Martin did for example. The same rules did not apply to him.

But that being said, Halex still felt like they had an even closer bond than they did before. They had a new extra foundation of sorts of being blood partners and having that human experience, and the intimacy of closeness of turning him by the waterfall was immense and emotional and stuff, but the overall impact did in no way shape or form mirror most relationships of that kind. There was no pseudoreverence that Louis held for Harry as being his "creator" because he was more like a vessel through which Alexander became himself again.

That isn't to say, though, that Hadrian's / Azazel's blood didn't have any particular impacts in other respects, because it did. Mainly, his indifference when it came to taking human life, and giving up his long-held stance of pacifism with such conclusive flippancy. With the different turning-blood mixture he had now (two originals at once, which is unheard of)******, he felt and acted a little more lax in his morals and was a little more accepting of his darker impulses. He said once in the kitchen that it was merely because he believed that all that pacifism had been useless cuz it had, in his mind, played a big hand in his own death (because he likely would have gone with Hadrian to Italy that week instead of staying behind), and that it overall caused way more problems than it was worth, driving a wrench into his relationship constantly, causing fights and strife, being the catalyst for casting Auron out and fostering that resentment against him, etc etc, so he was over it. Now...even though he said that, my main point is that he may have had those thoughts regardless, in this new life of his, but I don't think he ever would have fully committed to the belief or truly gone through with letting it all go if it weren't for Azazel's blood sort of pushing him in the direction of shameless hedonism. It influenced him heavily. And that's the main affect that his turning a la Hadrian's veins had on him.

******I mentioned up there that two original bloods is unheard of, but a potential question I could see popping up is "well wouldn't anyone turned by Harry experience that? After all, he drank Alex's blood all the time which had some of Cináed's, so he would have Azazel's and Cináed's blood in his system, and wouldnt Martin thus also get both?"

N O.

And that might not make sense at first, but turning-blood is like the equivalent of a distinct, singular genetic trait being passed down. You can only pass down one original bloodline, one of 10, at a time, and it has to be the bloodline you acquired during your own turning. Because only Azazel's blood was involved in Hadrian's TURNING, only that blood would be directly, sort of genetically involved in turning anyone else. Martin strictly got Azazel's bloodline through Hadrian, because that was the bloodline of Hadrian's own turning. Bing bang boom.

Harry and Martin both have diluted Cináed blood in their systems, this is true, but it is NOT theirs to genetically share in transformative turnings, and they are literally physically incapable of turning anyone with that bloodline. It is like a recessive genetic trait that is totally inactive. The bloodline rule is absolute. There can only be one active one passed down from vampire to human-turned-vampire.

OR SO IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE.

The reason Louis happened all wonky was because he was an anomaly all around. It wasn't really even supposed to happen, but it did.

He was getting his OWN immortal blood back in his system that he'd had before in his first life, and returning him to himself in full, as an elder, and THAT elder was one that Cináed had created with HIS bloodline. On top of that, he also got heavy doses of Azazel's because that's how Hadrian turns people. As I said, that's the only bloodline that Harry CAN give to someone else, and yet! AND YET! As this was happening, Louis was "stealing" Alexander's (Cináed's) bloodline back that was similarly the only one that he, as the elder he was once again becoming, could pass on to anyone else, ALL IN TANDEM. It was an absolute unprecedented mess. So it's like Alexander, Cináed, Azazel and Hadrian ALL had a hand in the direct turning of Louis the human, and it's only because he got his elderhood back that all this nonsense had to apply in the way that it did. Without unexpectedly being able to siphon Cináed's bloodline straight out of Harry's body to become Alexander as he was again, he simply never would have returned to being an elder at all. He would have just been a product of Azazel/Harry with the memories of Alexander, but not the age of Alexander. He somehow got away with both. In short, Cináed turned Alexander (again), and Azazel turned Louis. If that helps you put it into perspective. All inside one physical body (Louis'). And all siphoned out of another singular body (Harry's).

And it makes Louis a MASSIVE glitch in the system, among other things that differentiate him, and it's a huge reason why Conall holds so much interest in him. He's broken a looooooot of rules, rules he had no business breaking or even had the knowledge that he was breaking. It just happened to him. And there's actually a ginormous reason for that (that Louixander as he became was remotely possible at all) and it has everything to do with Conall's "enemy". I'll say no more.

[the-dose-makes-the-poison]

La Mort des Amants

Nous aurons des lits pleins d'odeurs légères,

Des divans profonds comme des tombeaux,

Et d'étranges fleurs sur des étagères,

Ecloses pour nous sous des cieux plus beaux.

Usant à l'envi leurs chaleurs dernières,

Nos deux coeurs seront deux vastes flambeaux,

Qui réfléchiront leurs doubles lumières

Dans nos deux esprits, ces miroirs jumeaux.

Un soir fait de rose et de bleu mystique,

Nous échangerons un éclair unique,

Comme un long sanglot, tout chargé d'adieux;

Et plus tard un Ange, entr'ouvrant les portes,

Viendra ranimer, fidèle et joyeux,

Les miroirs ternis et les flammes mortes.

— Charles Baudelaire

The Death of the Lovers

We will have beds which exhale odours soft,

We will have divans profound as the tomb,

And delicate plants on the ledges aloft,

Which under the bluest of skies for us bloom.

Exhausting our hearts to their last desires,

They both shall be like unto two glowing coals,

Reflecting the twofold light of their fires

Across the twin mirrors of our two souls.

One evening of mystical azure skies,

We'll exchange but one single lightning flash,

Just like a long sob — replete with good byes.

And later an angel shall joyously pass

Through the half-open doors, to replenish and wash

The torches expired, and the tarnished glass.

— Cyril Scott, Baudelaire: The Flowers of Evil (London: Elkin Mathews, 1909)

[oceanlue]

I don’t know if you’re still writing but if you areeee..

I’ve been hyperfixating on Auron for the past two hours and if you’re open to it, would you write him/really any Yuurivoice guy with a transmasc listener?

[Ftm] .....⚠️angst

(I'm sorry this is late things have been going on)

They don't know that I love u❤💗

Today started out great everything was going well as planned until after lunch. At lunch time you were in aurons office having a peaceful conversation and enjoying lunch too maybe feeding him a couple of things of your lunch all in all you're enjoying the peaceful lunch and you thought today couldn't get any better......it didn't.

After lunch you went back to work doing the papers and whatever you do in legal but as you were going to the copy machine to print out some papers Brittany (Sorry to all the Brittany's out there) had to come along and ruin your day she was known as the Barbie of the office always wearing some kind of pink item, blonde hair, blue eyes and she was a snob. She thought that everone should agree with her. After the counter with her you felt so bad about yourself for the entire day.

Auron told you to go home early cuz you finished all your work you did without complained and he saw you down usually you were happy but I guess something went wrong he thought to himself.

You went to his penthouse cuz his scent calms you down you were standing in the mirror and unable to look at yourself so much happened in your life and you loved the way you are. you went through the transitions the heartaches even coming out to your family it was hard because you were scared but now that someone mentioned it everything shattered one common was all it took for you to break down and cry.

After he was done he packed up things texted you that he will be on his way and when he opened the door it was quiet too quiet. So auron looked around the house and found you in the bathroom crying so he knocked on the door

Auron: *knocks* rook you ok in there....

Y/n: *sniff* no .....

Auron: rook I'm coming in *opens the door*

He came in and saw you on the floor thankfully you didn't harm yourself but he did sit down with you.

He didn't push you to tell him what was wrong he just held you and tried to calm you down the best you can and when you finally did he finally asked you

Auron: rook what happened

Y/n: ....it was after lunch

*flash back*

Brittany: honestly I can't believe to see all of this company that people like you be here

Y/n: what's wrong with me?

Brittany: everything is I mean just look at you I can tell that you were born a girl but you just changed up your whole get up just to look like a man honestly that's sickening why can't you just be a girl and wear girl things instead of just proving to people that you're different

Y/n: just because you think you see me as a girl doesn't make me one I choose who I want to be and who I feel is myself

Brittany: well I don't care if you're trying to be yourself but this whole transition thing that you're going through has to stop I mean really no one would want to make deals with the the company when we have people like you I mean just look at you.

Y/n: ......

Brittany: I mean especially you should watch what you eat too especially with your size well anyway I have to go I have more important things to do then talk to people like you

*flash back over*

Y/n: and thats what happen

Auron just stared at work not knowing what to say so instead he brought them in for a hug holding them close and not letting them go.

Auron: "rook I want you to listen to me, I don't care what gender you are I don't care how you dress or what your weight is I don't care if someone thinks they're better than you they're not worth their time I love you and I know I barely say it but I do I don't care if you're a boy or a girl or even if you're a worm I would love you whether or not you're even human if you are worm I would love you the same I love you Just the Way You Are and I always will."

And you did cry in his arms...protecting you from the world knowing that he loves you whether or not you are a girl or a boy or even a worm he will love you and he would not stop because he made his choice and that choice was you and it will always be you he will support you no matter what and you the same to him

He loves you Who You Are

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Sorry this took so long things have been busy in life but I managed to do this

Please do not take this story literally I was trying to think of a best possible way to write this I support any kind of Pride and transmasc.

Hope you like this

Peace out

💙💙💙