#mirrorshipping challenge

[qin-qin16]

I want to write mirrorshipping sanses so im gonna do it:

Send me a number from 1 to 152 and a ship (or a duo) and i will write it based on a song of my playlist

Idea inspired by what @what-have-i-unleashed (my most adorable evil liege) did a few days ago

No i will not write 152 ships dont whip me...

[deceit-and-knowledge]

**follows sage and smilk on their walk, creating the fairytale image of a royal and their two guards** … — Rime Dragon Cookie - aka bird anon

f: haha.. if only I had my crow-

s: *slides a milk droplet crown on sage* I still keep mine around..

f: ...!!

s: there's your crown, my liege~

*continues floating*

[iridescentscarecrow]

do you think fujimoto is going in the direction where we'll see asa and denji in a relationship. it just doesn't sit right with me. i think they might become very good friends but them in a relationship is so off to me despite how much their dynamic works. it just doesnt feel like something fujimoto would do. what do you think

their dynamic feels off because we can't ever imagine fjmt giving denji a healthy endgame relationship /s.

no but for real this time, yep, anon i get you. i think this mostly stems from how their relationship itself is Set Up at least so far and i think it'll be a lot more interesting with time.

umm. to explain: fjmt's style of writing is not only relational but also one of active sides (characters) feeding into passive mains which is why part 2's deuteragonist based plot is so Interesting to me. i mean asa and denji parallel each other rather organically with how they view desires and normality, with their twin connect to intimacy and ambition. it's really quite blatant but i think where asaden hasn't established itself yet is the interaction of these values seen Directly in their interactions.

if you consider something like denreze, you'd find that both their parallels and the recognition of their mirrorship informs their interactions throughout the bomb devil arc. it's wonderfully raw and Very Real because it's the theme of identity (that carries over into part 2), there's that implicit Awareness of the other side from both reze and denji later on.

in part 2, identity is still pivotal but the quality of the asaden interactions so far lies in their relative ignorance of the other. they challenge each other inwardly but not Outwardly; you see them juxtaposed but you don't see them grapple with this juxtaposition. it's still ridiculously cute but i struggle to link this current cuteness to What Will Happen because i don't think fjmt writes conclusions to relationships like that. there's a lot more to come and i think we'd see their dynamic shift quite intensely when they do end up uncovering each other's identities but right now their interactions are rather a channel for their Own Desires rather than an entangling of that Desire in the other.

i can't hope to predict What exactly fjmt would end up doing but i do think all this set up is for a reason and i'm anticipating some sort of catharsis at Some Point which would make me invest in them a bit more :3.

[qin-qin16]

120 Color x Cross

120. I'M JUST KEN

Pairing. Color x Cross

Content. SFW! unrequited love (unless?), fluff, comedy, cross-centric

A/N. Like the song, this one is focus on the puppy dog eyes character

His feet had probably left shallow holes in the floor from pacing back and forth so much, moving from one corner to another in the small mental circle he'd created with his own thoughts, all while rehearsing aloud the best speech he had managed to write during his restless nights.

"Color, you're a great friend to me, but I think we could be something more— this is crap!" he rants for the tenth time — though he's not counting, far from it. He stopped tracking his attempts after the third time when he stammered to the empty wall, with nothing but the little nail holes mocking his love confessions.

At least he didn't have Killer's smug comments, Delta's giggles, or even Epic's pitying looks! Not even his best friend seemed to believe his confessions (were they really that bad? It’s not like the other three had better experience than he did, right?).

Cross rubs his face with his hands, as if he could hide the flush on his face from no one in particular — hide the shame of being in love with someone as kind as Color. It was so predictable! So cliché that it was almost laughable.

"This is the worst..." he mutters into his hands, his scar itching beneath his skin as his eyes roll — he was disgusted with himself again, what a surprise...

"Maybe if I hit my head hard enough, I’ll forget all of this." It didn't work the other times, but maybe this time, if he hits harder, it'll actually work. "Why him? Why not Epic or anyone else in the group?"

Finally, Cross gives his legs a break, crouching down on the tangled rug under his feet — he didn’t even question how his circling steps hadn’t tripped over the little colorful piles.

With a long sigh, he tilts his head back, "Meh, doesn't matter much, I’ll still ask him out."

Lost in his daydreams of Color accepting his proposal (which would be nothing less than perfect and completely romantic), Cross doesn't even hear the sound of keys unlocking the door.

"Who are you going to ask out?"

Cross's eyes widen, his eyelights bulging as he sees Color’s upside-down figure, smiling at him with pursed lips, equally surprised.

Shit.

[qin-qin16]

For your writing thing, how about 11 with Colorkiller?

11. HAPPIER THAN EVER

Pairing. Color x Killer Content. SFW! ANGST, color missing the killer he lost and trying to get attached to this new killer and failing, color centric fic A/N. This one was inspired by this amazing piece from netverse by @what-have-i-unleashed (the only killer hater that i love <3)

It was like he didn’t exist, an easy obstacle to pass, unworthy of any attention to even be understood or complete. Those empty holes, lacking any trace of empathy, didn’t even turn in his direction, always looking away, oblivious to his trembling figure not far off – perhaps a few steps? Two arm spans? Color couldn’t say. All he saw was Killer’s back, moving further and further away, slipping out of his reach.

How many times had he found himself in this exact scenario? Seen as a shadow, a ghost of a past that never existed, condemned to relive the same nightmare over and over in each cycle that was the life and death of his beloved Killer. Had the truth he had tried so hard to deny, to twist until it became a lie, finally become real?

Had Killer finally found a way to live that didn’t involve Color being at his side?

"Take care..." escaped his bonelips, brushing against his teeth in a shiver as he was ignored once again; not even a glance over the shoulder, a final hesitation, nothing. Killer was gone in a blink of an eye, vanishing into the air.

Heading toward a place Color couldn’t follow — toward people Color didn’t know, meetings in an abandoned parking lot his Killer would never visit, journeys he would never learn of.

He lets out a dry laugh, the tears long spent from past nights — there was nothing left to fall from his one burning eyelight. "Maybe Delta was right after all..." His hands tremble in his pockets, the words slipping out as if a final tie were breaking. "Killer is happier without me this time.”

[qin-qin16]

Platonic Killer x Ink, 69 😏

It will be interesting 💜

69. HYPNOTIC DATA

Pairing. Killer & Ink Content. SFW! Platonic relationship, alcohol mentioned, frenemies, nightmare is a warning himself, but he is just mentioned (with all the punishments he do to Killer) A/N. that its an interesting match lol

It felt like some general anesthesia spreading throughout his body. Killer had no control over his limbs — not that he wanted to, at least not when Ink was the one dancing with him among the crowd of monsters and humans in that cramped place called a bar. His empty eye sockets only trembled at the colorful lights that flickered and spun around, as if they were scanning every corner they could reach.

“You know? You should do this more often, it’s good for your social life!” Ink yelled near his face, though his voice was barely audible over the loud, piercing rhythm of the music blasting from the giant speakers, all vibrating against the poorly cleaned floor from the day before. Still, it was enough for Killer to catch the not-so-subtle hint from the grinning skeleton.

“Yeah? If I remember, I’ll come here more often!” But of course, that wasn’t going to happen, and they both knew it. The chances of Killer leaving the dungeon his boss called sweet home after discovering where he’d been were almost nonexistent — if he didn’t first go through a few more intense sessions of broken bones, courtesy of the nightmarish tar-like tentacles.

The soul between them pulses, bends, and settles into the shape of a red target, just like before they entered, remaining in the same form it always takes when they meet.

Ink laughed, though Killer couldn’t tell if it was because of his response or the excess paint he’d drunk along with the cocktails. "You know what? We should do this kind of thing more often after we beat each other up." Oh right, they had just come from a conflict between the chip and dale brothers. Killer still had some tattered cloth wrapped around his left hand, and his chest, behind the target, was covered in colorful stains — those ones were the artist’s fault.

Ink wasn’t much different, a crack here, another there. The most concerning one was a cut near one of his eye sockets, but nothing the sunbeam couldn’t fix once they were out of there. 

Ah, when they were out of there, Killer wished that would never happen — not when he didn’t have to think. His bones were forcing him to dance, carefree of the exhaustion and minor wounds, his arms swinging by his sides, mimicking the curves Ink made so easily.

"Yeah, just you and me, shortie." Whether Killer noticed Ink’s furrowed brow or not, he played clueless, letting his usually forced smile relax for the first time that night.

[qin-qin16]

56 classicmare

56. MONSTER

Pairing. Sans x Nightmare Content. SFW! Toxic relationship, the worst situation ship ever, someone help the poor sans A/N. IS THE QUEEN HERSELF LADY GAGAAAAA

Drops trickled down his skull, running in trembling, crooked lines along his bones, just like the crooked smile that persisted in faltering on Sans' face. The sticky appendage continued to slither around his body; the black goo it emitted stained his already dirty clothes, clinging to his bones as though it wanted to be absorbed into them. Sans couldn’t even stand on solid ground anymore, hovering above the thick layer of snow no one had bothered to clear.

"Heh, it's been a while, huh?" Sans tried to make small talk, even though his eyelights were glued to the tip of the tentacle, too close to his eye sockets for his liking. "I didn’t know you missed me this much—!" His words were caught in his vertebrae, interrupted by an abrupt gasp as the grip around his neck tightened, the appendage slowly winding itself further around his body, like a serpent coiling around a mouse.

It was the dark figure's turn to smirk widely, letting the large bluish orb on their face roll over Sans' anxious form, clearly enjoying the suffering of their favorite toy. "Oh, please, don't think your taunts will get you out of here that quickly," they purred, pulling the other closer to their body, feeling the poor monster’s soul pulse against their chest as they whispered by his skull, "At least, not this time~" Ah, how Nightmare loved feeling Sans tremble against them, wavering in their attachment like a little animal about to be hunted.

But it wasn’t like he truly wanted to end Sans' miserable life — no, not yet. There was still a spark, a flames flickering in those eyelights like a glimpse of the fierce fight against the venomous promises Nightmare had whispered to him, murmured against his temple during sleepless nights. When he allowed the nightmares to creep in through his window.

"Really?" Oh? So there was still some breath left in those fragile bones, "That's what you said last time, remember?" Even with his vertebrae burning, feeling that damn tar slipping through the tiny gaps in his bones, Sans still mocked his pursuer, a sense of satisfaction rippling through his soul as the pressure around his neck loosened, though it still didn’t release him.

"You’re hilarious!" Nightmare laughed loudly, disbelieving at the remnants of Sans' strength — especially with the words he used with the little breath he had left. "It’ll be a pleasure to finally break that resistance of yours once and for all..."

[qin-qin16]

What about 126 and Drink? [:

126. DUVET

Pairing. Ink x Dream Content. SFW! Slightly angst? Is like a paper cut: doest hurt until you notice it. Feelings and miscommunication I guess A/N. This match was actually insane

Even the sweet adventures of Ink, shared with contagious enthusiasm, couldn't catch the guardian's attention. Their mind was too preoccupied with distant memories — fresh enough to be impossible to forget, yet not old enough to be recalled with any affection. And as enjoyable as the positivity pouring out from the painter was, it came with the bitter aftertaste of paint, too artificial for their sensitive taste.

"Helloooo? Earth to Dream, Dream to Earth~" Two stars stared back at them, too close to their own eyes. "You seem more out of it than I do today. Everything okay?" Ink tilted his head, like a confused kitten, waiting for an explanation from the guardian.

But all Dream did was sigh; their mind was too cluttered to even think about how they could explain what their golden soul was feeling, and they were too exhausted to sort through the endless stream of thoughts racing through their mind.

"Forget it, it's nothing serious," they murmured, even though they wanted to ramble, just like Ink did, on everything they thought about the poorly defined nature of their relationship. What were they? Friends? Lovers? Coworkers? Was there even a word for what they had?

Dream didn’t even notice they had pulled away; their face had turned, and their knees were now pressed against their chest — as if trying to keep Ink from getting any closer, as though they had built an invisible barrier between them. The colorful skeleton stayed silent for a moment, his pupils shifting with every slow blink he took — square, circle, question mark… until they finally returned to the beautiful stars Dream admired so much.

“If you say so; you know that I’m here for whatever you need, right?” Ink beamed, flashing a wide, innocent smile that contradicted all the cruel doubts relentlessly pounding in Dream’s skull.

A soft rustle escaped from their teeth, and Dream couldn’t stop their lips from confessing the only truth of that afternoon, “Thank you, my dear friend.”

[karineverse]

Thank you Qin 💖

What about 126 and Drink? [:

126. DUVET

Pairing. Ink x Dream Content. SFW! Slightly angst? Is like a paper cut: doest hurt until you notice it. Feelings and miscommunication I guess A/N. This match was actually insane

Even the sweet adventures of Ink, shared with contagious enthusiasm, couldn't catch the guardian's attention. Their mind was too preoccupied with distant memories — fresh enough to be impossible to forget, yet not old enough to be recalled with any affection. And as enjoyable as the positivity pouring out from the painter was, it came with the bitter aftertaste of paint, too artificial for their sensitive taste.

"Helloooo? Earth to Dream, Dream to Earth~" Two stars stared back at them, too close to their own eyes. "You seem more out of it than I do today. Everything okay?" Ink tilted his head, like a confused kitten, waiting for an explanation from the guardian.

But all Dream did was sigh; their mind was too cluttered to even think about how they could explain what their golden soul was feeling, and they were too exhausted to sort through the endless stream of thoughts racing through their mind.

"Forget it, it's nothing serious," they murmured, even though they wanted to ramble, just like Ink did, on everything they thought about the poorly defined nature of their relationship. What were they? Friends? Lovers? Coworkers? Was there even a word for what they had?

Dream didn’t even notice they had pulled away; their face had turned, and their knees were now pressed against their chest — as if trying to keep Ink from getting any closer, as though they had built an invisible barrier between them. The colorful skeleton stayed silent for a moment, his pupils shifting with every slow blink he took — square, circle, question mark… until they finally returned to the beautiful stars Dream admired so much.

“If you say so; you know that I’m here for whatever you need, right?” Ink beamed, flashing a wide, innocent smile that contradicted all the cruel doubts relentlessly pounding in Dream’s skull.

A soft rustle escaped from their teeth, and Dream couldn’t stop their lips from confessing the only truth of that afternoon, “Thank you, my dear friend.”