#what an interesting verse...//au thread

[murdocksmiracle]

hello peeps! im just a girl whos trying to write. if we've written together before or have a server, you're included! feel free to reach out if you're interested in keeping the writing going! my name's lupin, she/her, and i'm 21+, so i'm really looking for partners who are also 21+ because i prefer people closer to my age! i only write on discord, since my brain cant handle anything else i fear. i've been a bit scaly in the past with my writing, but i'm ready for a real return and looking for active partners to write with! if you only write female characters, and only use white fcs then we probably wouldn't mesh well. i promise, if you're down, i'll be the most obsessed and probably annoying person, constantly coming up with headcanons, making playlists, pinterest boards, edits etc. i also love doing text threads so we can write even on the busier days when work gets high! i really value building friendships with my rp partners and developing a strong ooc bond! i’m open to almost any kind of ship, and the darker and messier, the better. give me enemies to lovers, unrequited love, best friends realizing their feelings too late, or toxic dynamics that are impossible to walk away from. i love it all. i don’t have many triggers and i’m perfectly fine with writing nsfw, but i won’t do anything involving weird themes. if you’re interested in plotting, like this and i’ll reach out. i also have a few specific plots in mind that i’d love to try.

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐒

assassins / spies / criminals. but a ki.ngsman inspired, spies in training type of plot? the outsider and the natural team leader forming a bond. or the two who hit it off instantly and they seem unbreakable… until one of them finds out the other is secretly working for the enemy. or the older scrupulous mentor x eager and excitable student dynamic. bonus if we can use these faces (𝐱) (𝐱)

greek mythology. i'm very open to trying different things for this, bonus if its something percy jackson esque because yes? i’m down for it being modern, a historical au, a fantasy au ( g.ame of t.hrones, h.ouse of the d.ragon etc. ), anything interesting ! i have a.thena, p.oseidon, a.pollo, & h.era, but i’m happy to play others depending on what plot we choose. dark & possibly taboo themes allowed but not required.

superheroes. i've been into superhero shows as of late, and who would be down to do something based off the series invincible. just think of something young avengers esque, marvel, etc.

hollywood verse. a tight-knit crew of a-list celebs who turn heads and cause chaos wherever they go. or maybe a rookie teamed up with a legendary star for a project. will they clash or click? could be a fictional band on their first big world tour. also super into the darker side of hollywood. cults, scandals, secrets, all the messy, wild stuff.

anything you have in mind!

[fiendishfinesse]

ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔩, 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩, 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔩𝔞𝔴𝔰

❝ In my world, in my HOUSE, there is order, and there is decorum. ❞

⚠️ Trigger Warning: This blog is R-rated. I write mature and dark themes from time to time. I do my best to tag potential triggers and upsetting content, but I’m only human, something might slip through. If you’re sensitive to some DDDNE topics, please proceed with care. Mature content is tagged as #tw:nsft — [ infernal indulgences ], if you wish to blacklist it.

I. OC-Friendly & Duplicate-Friendly

I’m very OC-friendly (I love it!). That said, I’m not comfortable with self-inserts or projection characters. If you're playing an OC, I’ll take time to review your bio and find common plot hooks. That might make my replies slower, but it’s so our characters can have a more meaningful interaction. I'm also duplicate/twin friendly. Bring on the devils.

II. Interactions

I don’t mind personal or non-RP blogs (I adore y'all), as long as they don’t interact with RP threads. Liking the post is totally fine. Just don’t reblog my RP threads with others. My headcanons and OOC posts are free to reblog and comment on.

III. Mature Themes

Smutty interactions only happen with mutual interest between muses and if the mun is on board too. No worries, even if Raphael flirts, feel free to shut him down or slap him. I won’t take it personally. In fact, I won’t take anything you do or say to him personally. Go wild, lol. He’s a villain, and I’m fully aware he’s a dick (and being a dick comes with consequences)

IV. Character Portrayal

I stick close to canon but expand where needed. Some liberties may appear to smooth out RP flow or enhance character dynamics. You’ll catch bits of my personal interpretation, especially in headcanons. Raphael is a character we know little about, so I take creative liberties to fill in the blanks where canon is vague or silent.

V. RP Settings

I primarily roleplay in Baldur’s Gate 3 and Dungeons & Dragons settings. My Raphael has verses and AUs. Canon divergences and alternate universes are welcome. I only do crossovers sometimes. If I don’t know your fandom at all, I probably won’t do it. I would rather prefer to at least know a bit about your universe.

VI. Responses & Writing Style

I write in third person, usually 1 to 5 paragraphs, but I can adjust. No pressure to match pace or length. Asks and memes are always open. Feel free to turn them into threads or not if you’d like. I don’t care how you format. Be happy. I write RPs both on the Tumblr and on Discord (ask for my username there!)

VII. Shipping & Smut

I love shipping and smut, don’t get me wrong, but that’s not all this blog is about. I’m open to a variety of dynamics and connections. Platonic. Romantic. Sexual. Chaotic. Let’s discuss and see what works.

VIII. Priorities

I’m here for fun plots and good stories. Some days I’ll gravitate toward short threads or low-effort replies. Other days, I’m in deep and want to explore specific themes. It’s nothing personal . I don’t reply in order. I go where the inspiration hits.

IX. Experience

I’ve been roleplaying and playing RPGs for years on my native language and platforms, but on Tumblr and in English is a first for me! It’s been a blast so far :)

X. No Pressure

No pressure to reply quickly. No pressure to match my length. Prioritize your mental health and what makes writing fun for you. Let me know what you need and what works best for you. I’ll always respect your preferences, boundaries, and limits around certain topics. > Communication is key. <

Meet the mortal behind the devil:

Hi. I’m Lyco, a 28yo Brazilian scribbling devils for fun. Always up for chats, memes, lore dumps, cursed ships, and unhinged questions. Tag me. Drop threads. Reply whenever. I’m just here for a good time. Villain lover. Beer enjoyer. Gothic lit addict with a tendency for writing annoying purple prose and poetic nonsense (sorry about that? lol). I code, design, work out, and occasionally touch grass. Mostly active at night and may disappear for a bit when life gets loud. Anyway, nice to meet ya 👋🏻

Note 01: MUN ≠ MUSE. Don’t confuse the two. 😉 Note 02: Want my Discord? Just ask! I don’t bite... unless you’re into that.

[colormepurplex2]

The Demon Is In The Details | Sweet, Sweet Soul

↳ Demon!Jimin x Human!f.Reader ⤜ Crossroads Demon AU, Accidental Enthrallment ⤜ Rating: MA 🔞 ⤜ WC: 9,928 ⚠️ Crass language, soul sucking, dick piercing, cock sucking, kissing, biting, mild nipple play/biting/there is blood involved, blood drinking, face fucking, hair pulling, choking, body worship, enthrallment/instant infatuation, begging, vaginal sex, creampie, cum play/eating, insatiable lust, lost soul, demon metamorphosis

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You’re not sure what you expected—but, a lavish bedroom complete with a four-poster bed and sitting area with plush upholstered furniture wasn’t it. It all feels so…human. You can almost pretend like you are just on an extended vacation, staying at some ritzy hotel.

“So, this is where demons live, huh?” You try not to let too much sarcasm thread into your words. “Was expecting more fire and brimstone and less velvet and lace,” you say, plucking at the lacy fringe of the canopy drapes that are pulled back on the bed.

The demon sniffs, his chin turning up in mild indignation. “Fire and brimstone? What utter nonsense,” he mutters, but you can tell he’s just sure to be loud enough for you to hear.

That prickles a bit. It’s not like you’re precisely well-versed on the whole demon thing. Are you supposed to know that demons enjoy the lap of luxury instead of broiling in sulfuric pits of steaming sludge? Everything you’ve ever read, heard, or been taught hinges on the idea that demons are hellish monsters that dwell in Hell. And considering Hell is supposed to be a place of fire and brimstone, well, put two and two together, and you don’t think your assumption is a stretch.

“Is this even Hell?” you ask.

Red eyes cut your way, and the demon’s top lip curls in disgust. “This is a hell, yes.”

“A hell?”

“Mm,” he hums lightly in acknowledgement. “One of many.”

Many? Interesting. “Like the different circles?”

The demon sighs, his red eyes rolling in annoyance. “Whatever it is you think you may know, forget it. There are no ‘circles’, no pits—unless you count the sanguine pits, but you probably don’t want to go there,” his top teeth sink into his bottom lip for a moment, his eyes turning mischievous, “or maybe you do. Another day, perhaps. Anyway, this is the…Inferna is the best human word to use to describe it. But, you may call it home, considering that is exactly what it is now; your home.” He chuckles, but you think it’s a poor joke.

“Home. Okay, sure, very funny.” The sarcasm helps to bolster your mood a bit, knowing that you can still spit words with at least a little venom.

That’s all you’ve been able to think about since the understanding of what was happening dawned on you. The fear of not being able to think for yourself, that your free will and ability to think would be stripped from you, and you’d become nothing more than some mindless demon slut.

The fact you’re able to hold this conversation is promising. But you are curious. With the deal settled between this demon and Dominique, you feel like you’ve been put in an ambiguous limbo of sorts. Dominique’s deal included you, but as she said, it wasn’t your own deal.

So, do you even have a deal with this demon? But, before you can express your curiosity further, a loud knock echoes from the double doors on the other side of the sitting area that you hadn’t noticed before.

“This should be fun,” the demon says, and it almost seems like he’s…pouting? “Come in.”

The doors swing open on a blast of hot air. Clouds of grey-blue smoke curl through the space before dissipating and revealing what you can only describe as evil incarnate. At least, that’s the feeling you get, like happiness and joy can not exist in the presence of this being. Your energy immediately wanes, so much so that it makes your knees weak.

Pitch-colored eyes set in an angular face framed by thick, inky hair give way to taught lips drawn in a severe line. His body is hidden by the billowing folds of a robe that seems made of gossamer and iron, with its constant shifting in the room's ambient lighting.

A voice as deep as the darkest chasm in the ocean and just as cold hisses through the room. “What have we here? A pet?”

“Dark Lord,” the demon at your side says, bending at the waist and bowing deeply. He straightens, casting a quick glance in your direction. “A pleasant mistake is all, My Lord. A soul come to me by the blundering of a supposed friend.”

“More fiend than a friend, it seems, if the result is this.” A smirk curls the pale pink lips of the man—demon?—standing in the doorway.

You want to jump to Dominique’s defense and argue that she’s not the fiend here, but a scathing look from the male at your side silences anything you might have mustered in protest. The look on his face says opening your mouth is probably the last thing you want to do right now. Whoever this ‘Dark Lord’ is, even the demon laying claim to your soul is intimidated by him.

“Very well,” the newcomer says before sucking in a deep, drawing breath as if scenting the very air around him. “Yes, yes, I think she’ll do well. A strong spirit, but not so strong that she won’t break. Perhaps…you might find it in you to share.”

“Share?” The word is gritted out between clamped teeth, stilted and forced. “Of course, if that is what you desire.”

“Please, Jimin, I aim only to tease you,” the being chuckles, wafting a hand complete with blackened nails and spidery purple veins. The billowing robes bend and sway with the act, stirring long shadows along the walls to either side of the doors. “Keep the little mouse. Enjoy the luxury of a pure soul for once. You’ve earned it.”

With that, he turns to leave, vanishing in a swirl of grey that disappears as the doors swing closed once more. Even though he’s gone, there is one thing that he left behind. A word. Or more so, a name.

Jimin.

“So, Jimin, huh?”

A low growl rumbles from the demon before his ruby eyes slice your way. “You will not use that name.”

Despite your lack of belief in demons and all the abracadabra nonsense prior to this, you’ve read enough to know there can be power behind knowing a demon’s name. However, you’re not sure how much power there is. But you’re willing to find out.

“What’s the matter, Jimin—” you twist the name with emphasis, “—don’t like it when someone might have power over you, Jimin? It is a taste of your own medicine, perhaps, Jimin?”

You part your lips, tongue poised to continue your taunting tirade, but in a flash, a warm, rigid hand is clamped over your mouth. Fire burns in the deep recesses of Jimin’s eyes. It's not just a pseudo-flame trick of the light, either. Real flames dance within the blood-colored irises. They undulate and grow brighter with each rise and fall of his chest until you’re certain smoke is going to start pouring out of his ears at any moment.

“You know, I thought I quite enjoyed your fiery spirit. But now, I’m not so sure. Maybe just a little tweak, a little taste, and you’ll…be…just…right.” As he says the words, drawn out and slow, you feel a little tug in the center of your chest.

The feeling starts out light, barely a string’s caress between your breasts. But gradually, it turns into a thick line of yarn that you’d swear was slowly unraveling your soul the way it would from a skein. There is an ebbing clarity, a fleeting thought that this is something you’re certain you should be resisting.

But you can’t seem to tear yourself away from staring into those flaming depths. Simply a moth drawn to the flame, heedless of the blaze threatening to engulf you.

His body presses against yours, hard and hot in contrast to your soft and freezing. The fact your body is chilled right to the bone only registers now. The trembling starts at the tips of your fingers and toes before your entire body shudders against his. Yet, you still can’t will yourself to look away.

“W-what are y-yo…you do-doing to…to me?”

The words sound hollow to your ears, thin and thready, like a weak pulse compared to the hammering of your heart that’s forcing your blood to woosh with staccato punches. The edges of your vision darken, and you struggle to blink or look away, to do anything to break the fevered contact.

“Perfect,” Jimin purrs, the sound registering the second before whatever is holding you in place diminishes, and you slump forward. Strong arms cradle your body, an arm sliding under the backs of your knees to lift you bridal style. Whereas your eyes wouldn’t close before, they now refuse to open. The darkness, such a contrast to the fire you were captured by before, makes your eyes ache and water. You can feel the trails of your tears cut through your hairline and blend with the perspiration gathering there.

Hot and cold. Light and dark. It’s hard to tell up from down at this point—warring emotions, seemingly endless confusion. You feel like you’re floating weightless in an abyss, though distinctly aware of how your body curls against smooth silk covering warm flesh.

With a sigh, you find the strength to open your eyes, meeting those crimson rings once more. Except, this time, there is no fear…no confusion…only peace, deeply rooted and infinitely spread through every fiber of your being.

You can see yourself reflected in those endless, vermillion depths. And what you see is…different; still you…but different—hungrier, a feral tinge that you know should frighten you.

😈😈😈

Jimin

The taste of your soul still lingers in Jimin’s mouth, making saliva pool under his tongue. It was the tiniest taste, just a sampling of what’s to come. But, fuck, if it didn’t make his cock hard and his chest ache from the restraint he used to hold himself from draining you completely dry while sucking the marrow right from your bones.

You are quite possibly the most exquisite creature he has ever laid eyes on, much less had the pleasure of savoring. His anger at Yoongi is quickly dissipating, replaced by the erotic thrum of the call of your soul. It beckons him to drink more, to devour you completely.

Jimin didn’t want to do this so soon. He’d intended to drag this out as much as possible, playing a game with his own constraint to see how long he could withstand your allure. This is Yoongi’s fault. If the Dark Lord hadn’t come in here sniffing around things that were not his, letting things as precious as names slip, Jimin wouldn’t have been so forced to jump the gun.

He had little choice in it, he’s sure. If you had continued to twist his name with your perfect lips, you would have indeed begun to wield the power behind it. With each additional drop of his name, he felt the knot forming at the base of his spine. The one that triggers his survival instincts and forces his hand.

Perhaps it’s for the best, he thinks, as he effortlessly carts your limp body over to the bed and lays you out. Your head lolls from side to side, eyes fluttering as they adjust to what Jimin knows must be an unpleasant ache deep in your psyche. It might be millennia since he became forsaken, but the memory of how it felt has not diminished.

Not that he’s going to let that happen to you. As it is, he’s undecided on how this is going to play out in the end. He has a deal with your friend that you will remain unharmed, and sucking out your soul until you become a demon doesn’t necessarily harm you. It’s mildly uncomfortable, but all together, not exactly harmful. Well, not to you physically, at least. That’s not saying much for you emotionally…spiritually.

Dominique should have been more precise in her demands—unharmed can mean anything. Though, he knows there could be room for argument that he was being deceptive. He shrugs to himself. He’s a demon…it’s to be expected. Words hold all the power. They are Jimin’s preferred weapon of choice for a reason. It’s why he’s so good at what he does, why Yoongi bestowed the crossroads task upon him all those centuries ago. Yes, if your so-called friend had truly cared, she should have been far more specific in her request and should have read between the lines before offering her blood and sealing your fate.

Jimin looks down on you from beside the bed as you slowly regain your senses. He has to adjust himself in his trousers, his arousal growing with each barely audible mewl that whimpers from your lips. If he were a lesser demon, he might not be able to keep himself from pouncing in your weakened state. As much as Jimin likes to dominate, he’d be curious to see what comes naturally now that a part of you resides in him.

“Mmm,” you moan softly.

Your eyes slide closed once more before finally popping open, wide and full of clarity. They find his, and what Jimin sees there has his whole body going taut with anticipation. You look like a feral wolf about to spring on an unsuspecting rabbit, and Jimin just so happens to be said rabbit. If you keep looking at him that way, perhaps he won’t mind being the prey for once.

“Whoa,” Jimin chuckles as you lurch upright in the bed, swinging an arm wildly in his direction, fingers hooked into claws. “Give yourself a minute.”

There is a thick, sultriness to your voice that wasn’t there before as you say, “I…I feel—I want…what did you do to me?” You bring the hand you swung at him up in front of your face, flipping it from front to back again and again as if somehow you’ll be able to physically see the change in yourself.

“Only what I’m entitled to.”

Your eyes snap to his, sharp and calculating. He’s intentionally cryptic, but he knows you can see straight through his deliberately obtuse response.

“Entitled to? The deal was for you not to harm me!” you snarl, teeth barred in his direction. Jimin decides it’s a cute look on you, like a stray kitten gearing up for a hissing match. Too bad for you, Jimin’s trained in the prowess of being a lion.

“You are unharmed,” he snaps back, eyes flashing.

You cringe, and Jimin almost wants to take it back. But that won’t do. No, not for what he has planned for you. As appealing as your defiance is…no, Jimin needs this far too much.

He realizes just how hungry he is.

Absolutely, ravenous. And he knows exactly what he wants to satiate the ache.

You mutter something under your breath, and if Jimin didn’t have the super hearing of a demon, he’d surely miss it. “Why am I so gods damned horny? Now is not the time to be jonesing for a joyride on a monster dick.”

“I think now is precisely the time to be, as you say, ‘jonesing for a joyride on a monster dick’.”

The surprise on your face is second only to the way your heart lurches in your chest, so intense that Jimin can distinctly hear the upbeat roar it launches into at his words. Both make Jimin feel powerful, in vastly different ways. Your lips form an enticing tiny opening as you gape at him, and the blood rushing through your body notches up the pulsing thrum he knows you can feel spiking through your clit now. The mere notion of riding a dick has your body primed and aching already.

“What did you say?”

“I merely repeated what you said. I don’t typically fuck on the first date, but seeing as how this isn’t a usual first…I think I can make an exception.”

In fact, Jimin is almost sure that if he doesn’t find himself in one of your holes in the next five minutes, he might make a fool of himself, similar to something a teenage human boy might experience. Typically, he doesn’t get to enjoy the tender confines of a human, not unless it’s part of the demon deal they make—which, thanks to the influx of paranormal romance stories out there, has increased somewhat in the last handful of decades.

The tip of your tongue pokes out and absently moves over the roundness of your bottom lip. “I don’t know if I understand what you’re saying.”

That’s cute; you trying to play it off like Jimin’s proclamation didn’t just create a wave pool in your panties. He can smell it, the light, tangy scent of your arousal. It blooms in the air as you shift to your knees on the bed; you’re unknowingly filling Jimin’s lungs with the smell of your dripping cunt.

He takes a deep, appreciative breath and allows a moment of tense silence to hang in the air between you. The thread snaps, thin as gauze. You’re on him in the next instant, one hand fisting in his hair and the other ripping at the buttons on his shirt. Your knees slide over the silk of the duvet as you simultaneously pull Jimin until his thighs knock the side of the bed and your front is pressed to his.

“Take your clothes off,” Jimin states, and you immediately stop your frantic groping of him and begin to shed your own clothes. “Bare yourself to me.” Jimin’s top lip quivers as his mouth forms around the commands, power bubbling in his veins as the small piece of you burns his insides; pain-laced pleasure threads through his every fiber, and he wants more.

Jimin follows your movements, watching as you strip off your long-sleeved shirt, tossing it aimlessly to the side before doing the same with your bra. You roll back onto your ass and kick your legs out in front of you across the bed and tear at the zipper and button on your jeans. It’s cute, the way you snarl and hiss at the offending denim as you wrestle it, along with your panties, down your legs. You finally kick free of them and, in the process, send a cloud of your heady arousal right into Jimin’s nose.

It’s enough to make him feral. The moment your last article of clothing falls to the floor, you splay yourself back on the bed, knees wide and arms extending above your head. Like a present, freshly unwrapped, and his to play with. Your hooded gaze meets his, like a challenge daring him to let his eyes drink their fill; and, oh boy, do they.

You are utterly divine. Jimin wants nothing more than to lick and kiss every inch of your striking skin, starting with the tender flesh behind your ear and ending with the points of your toes, mapping out your body like the temple that it is. Your nipples are tight peaks straining toward the ceiling, and your pussy lips are already slick and swollen with want; you paint the picture of perfect sexual carnality.

Jimin watches as your mouth tries to form his name. When it doesn’t come, a line forms between your brows, and you manage to gruff out a different word instead, “Demon.” It’s nowhere near as seductive as his name, but he’ll consider it a term of endearment all the same.

He chuckles, gripping your ankles and using a flex of strength to flip you around and position you on the bed just how he wants you. Your head hangs off the edge, hands raising in surprise to brace on his hips. Your chest rises and falls in quick succession, your breathing so harsh he can feel the thick exhale of your breath through the linen of his trousers.

“I’ll show you ‘demon’,” Jimin purrs seductively.

The button on his pants pops under his thumb, and the zipper slides down swiftly. Before Jimin can push them down, you’re hooking your fingers into the waistband of his pants and shoving them down. It’s an awkward angle for you; with your arms bent how they are, you only get them down his thighs. But, it’s enough. With a sway of his hips, Jimin gets his pants to drop to around his ankles.

He could use his power to disrobe instantly, but he finds this far more entertaining. Jimin revels in the slack-jawed look on your face as you take in his rigid length protruding in front of your face. The piercing in the tip glints in the ambient light, the first pearly string of his arousal already beaded and webbing along the silver ring.

Placing a thumb against your bottom lip, Jimin gently pries your jaw open until you’re stretched wide enough he can tease the tip of his cock inside. Your chest convulses, nostrils flaring as you continue to suck in greedy breaths through your nose, considering your mouth is growing fuller by the second as he continues to feed himself into the hot, wet confines. Using twin fistfuls of your violet hair, he holds you steady.

You swallow around him, the contracting of your throat sending tingles down Jimin’s spine and making his balls draw up as his whole body shudders. His control slips the tiniest bit, siphoning a sliver of your soul. It slams into him, causing him to jerk forward and drive even further into your throat, cutting off your air.

“Fuck!” Jimin roars, his eyes squeezing shut as he denies his body the release that nearly swept him away. This can’t be over yet; he’s just getting started.

😈😈😈

You gag, effectively choking on his cock as his pelvis presses flush against your chin, and you can feel his heavy balls crowd in close to your nose. There was a moment there, where you felt connected to him in a way that should scare you, but a different kind of fear quickly replaced that feeling. Panic looms heavy in your chest as your lungs protest the lack of air, but you can’t bring yourself to shove Jimin away.

It’s infuriating to be able to think his name but not be able to utter it aloud. “F-fuck you,” you rasp when he finally withdraws. Saliva strings from your parted lips to the glistening head and shaft of his cock, the tip heavily leaking pearlescent drops that mix with the glossy strands. His cloying taste lingers, and you want nothing more than to stretch your neck up and scoop those milky beads away with your tongue.

Every second since Jimin did whatever he did to you, you’ve barely had a hold on your desire to burrow into him, get beneath his skin, and pick away at his insides until you figure out how he ticks. You want to be inside of him and have him inside of you, anything to diminish what feels like a miles-deep trench between the two of you.

You’ve never felt such a visceral desire to fuck. It’s not that you’re a prude; if anything, you would consider yourself to have a healthy sexual appetite. However, this is different. This is you wholly and utterly wrecked, wanting Jimin in all possible ways.

“Oh, I plan to. But first—” Jimin teases, a wicked grin curling his plush lips. He forces you to watch upside down as he finishes disrobing. With each additional inch of flawless porcelain flesh he reveals, you grow wetter until you’re a whimpering, slick mess staring at his naked body, “—you’re going to choke on my cock some more while I taste that pussy.”

Jimin’s dirty words are like gasoline in your veins, and his hands slapping against the insides of your thighs to pry them open is the match. Heat boils beneath your skin, sweat beads and pools between your breasts, and glides down the slope of your neck to tickle your hairline.

Your mouth is open, and your tongue sticks out flat in welcome as Jimin juts his hips forward. The thick length of his cock slides past your lips, velvety smooth and tasting faintly of hot metal. His body molds along the front of yours, slick chest resting against your stomach.

The warm fan of his breath hits a second before the molten lick of his tongue slides from your clit to the cleft of your ass, his hands gripping the meat on the back of your thighs to raise your hips. Your scream at that initial contact is muffled by the thickness of his cock in your throat. Jimin buries himself in your esophagus, pistoning his hips in and out so relentlessly that you only manage tiny gasping breaths.

He doesn’t let up, pounding into your mouth with manic abandon. You have to brace your hands against his thighs, fingers digging into the muscles and nails leaving deep, crescent divots in the flesh. Sensations assault you from both ends as Jimin buries his face between your thighs.

Jimin feasts like a man—demon—starved. His tongue swirls, slides, and dips in intervals between his lips sucking and teeth dragging. Pleasure builds, starting at the base of your spine and moving up until even your tongue writhing on the underside of Jimin’s cock feels like a direct line to your clit.

“Mmf–uh!” you garble a moan that ramps into a shriek as your orgasm barrels through you.

“That’s right,” Jimin murmurs into the wet folds of your pussy, “cum all over my face and tongue, just like that.” He continues to lap at you, suckling and humming his delight.

He grunts and moans a litany of guttural words you can’t understand before emptying himself down your throat. Hips stuttering against your face, he throbs in your mouth, his piercing sliding along the roof of your mouth as he begins to pull out.

You lick your numb lips and work your aching jaw when Jimin fully withdraws from your mouth, but not before gripping the base of his swollen cock and tapping it against your tongue a few times, smearing his still-leaking arousal across your lips. You know you should feel mildly degraded, being used as a proverbial cum rag, but if anything, it turns you on even more.

“Fuck.” The word comes out like a whimper, your body clenching in the aftermath of one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever experienced.

Jimin chuckles, “I’m getting to that part.”

“What are you doing to me?” you ask breathlessly. It’s not a question you expect an answer to, more a rhetorical musing that drifts from your muddled brain. So, it surprises you when Jimin steps back and cradles your upside-down face between his hands, lifting your face until it’s inches from his.

His scarlet eyes have taken on a golden ring around the edges. They pulse in tandem with each of his breaths. “I’ve laid claim to you is what I’ve done. And before you even think about spouting off about the deal, being that you are to remain unharmed, you are. You can feel it, you know I’m speaking the truth. My claim on your soul has nothing to do with your well-being. If anything, you are now stronger and more resilient than you’ve ever been before.”

He’s right. You can feel it in your bones. Not just their additional strength but the way your muscles cling to them, and you’re sure they would neither snap nor tear no matter how far you bend them. You are no longer the delicate mortal you once were. And you’re not sure if you care, either.

If anything, the strength is addicting.

You. Want. More.

“More,” you tell Jimin. “I need more. Please.”

You’re pretty sure you would do anything at this point for another taste, another dose of whatever this is that’s now zinging beneath your skin. Jimin drops his hold on your face and stretches his arms in the air above his head, lithe body stretching in all its glory before you.

It’s rapturous watching the way his body moves. Wanting to see the vision of him properly, you roll over and push up onto your knees. Jimin slowly brings his arms back down, threading his fingers together in front of him and pushing his palms out. The distinct crack of his knuckles sends chills down your spine.

A predatory glint catches in his eyes, eliciting another visceral response from your body, this one of desire. Not caring how desperate you seem, you once again throw yourself at him, hands gripping and tugging until you’ve wrestled him on top of you on the bed. He lands in the valley between your thighs, and you wrap your legs around him, holding him in place.

“Tell me your name,” Jimin whispers in command, lips brushing over yours.

It forms on the tip of your tongue, your impulse to give him exactly what he wants. But, perhaps you’re not as far gone as you thought because you are able to resist this. Slowly, you shake your head, and a sly grin forms on your face.

“No.”

Jimin’s brow pinches and his top lip curls in what you’ve realized is a tell, indicating that his patience is thinning. You roll your hips against his, thrilled by how the action makes the line between his brows disappear, and his lips pop open with a soft grunt.

“You’re not the only one that’s clever here, Demon. If I can’t use your name, you won’t have mine.”

You can see the challenge in his eyes, the pure delight at the prospect of the battle ahead. “So be it, little mouse, but be warned: you’ll break long before I do.”

His mouth covers yours, silencing any protest you might have made to his statement. The vehement denial turns fleeting the instant his tongue presses between your lips and invades your mouth.

The tangy taste of your own arousal mixes with the intoxicating natural heat of the demon himself. He tastes like blood and ash but also like a crisp drink of water after days in the desert, both your salvation and your demise.

“Ah!” you yelp as Jimin fists a hand into your hair and cranes your head back, breaking the kiss and exposing the length of your neck to him.

“Pay close attention, pet. You don’t want to miss a second of this.” His words are murmured, so soft against your skin as he says them between open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat.

With every press of his mouth, his hips swivel in lazy circles that rub the thick shaft of his desire over your clit. It’s just enough pressure to drive you mad but not nearly enough to give you what you truly want.

Jimin takes first one nipple and then the other into the wet lock of his lips, lashing the pert tip with his tongue. The hand that was tugging your hair loosens, sliding down the side of your face before clasping around your neck like a five-fingered necklace.

You can feel the moment he begins to squeeze with his fingers and thumb, as they are so precisely placed on either side of your neck that they press against your jugulars. It creates a subtle pounding in your head, a lightheadedness that makes you hyper-aware of the way his teeth scrape over the tender flesh of your right breast before lightly piercing the skin.

A moan comes out in place of a scream as your body gives in to the depraved pleasure. This shouldn’t feel as good as it does, but it’s like Jimin is turning your entire body into one giant, throbbing erogenous zone. Pain is no longer something your body tries to pull away from. Instead, you find yourself arching your back so the points of his teeth pierce your flesh once more.

“F-fuck!” 

You can feel the heat of your blood pooling between your breasts for a moment before Jimin is lapping it up the same way he was licking at your pussy just moments ago. The sharp scent of hot copper punches the air when Jimin lifts his face and laughs, the sound dark and gravelly.

Peering down the slope of your nose the best you can, you catch a glimpse of his face before he dives back down to once again ravish the tight buds of your nipples. But that one glimpse is enough to paint a vivid picture of Jimin bathed in your blood, red eyes ringed in black, crimson smeared at the corners of his mouth, coating the tips of his teeth as he opened his mouth to laugh.

It does something to you, something primal and instinctive. Your body goes limp under him as your muscles coil before you snap. You throw your weight into him, shoving up with your hips and using the hold you have with your legs wrapped around him to your advantage. One moment, Jimin is buried between the mounds of your breasts, feasting on the tiny rivulets of crimson from his bites, and the next, he’s beneath you with a pleasant surprise on his bloody face.

“Look at you,” Jimin croons, his hands landing firmly on your hips. Using his hold, he undulates your hips, forcing the wet slit of your cunt to rub along the length of his dick, the ring in the tip catching on the hood of your clit with every pass. “You’re making a mess all over my cock.”

Bracing yourself on his chest, you let his hands encourage your hips with ease, luxuriating in the silky glide between your thighs. You’re relatively certain with just a few more minutes of this, and you could get yourself off, Jimin’s own pleasure be damned. But, it seems he picks up on that, and with a scoff, he uses his grip on your hips to force your body still.

“Don’t be an asshole!” you whine, digging your nails into the muscles of his chest. His dusky nipples stand out, and without thinking about it, you lean down and capture one between your teeth the same way he did yours. The skin pulls tight, and you love the sharp sound Jimin makes; something between a moan and a grunt.

A fist buries in your hair, and your head snaps back as Jimin wrenches you up, your teeth snicking free from his nipple. Black blood oozes from around the small rip in the bud, filling the hollow between his pecs and the notch at the base of his throat. The wound closes right before your eyes, sealing closed almost instantly. “Look at this mess. Clean it up,” Jimin growls low in his throat, the words barely above a whisper.

You immediately stick out your tongue, and with the grip on the back of your head, Jimin guides your mouth down to his chest. His blood is hot and thick, tasting strongly of rich spices, like the fiery notes of a mulled wine. You feel unhinged, so completely removed from who you were before Dom buried that little box in the woods. Maybe it’s delirium, and you’ve snapped, or perhaps this is just who you’ve always been…whatever it is, you can’t seem to stop.

Lips swollen and covered in demon blood, you leave a trail of macabre kisses up the length of Jimin’s neck before covering your mouth with his once again. The mix of your blood and his is heady and addicting, the perfect match of iron and spice.

“Why can’t I stop?” you whisper against Jimin’s lips, not giving him time to answer before you’re licking into his mouth again. “Why don’t I want to stop?”

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Jimin

You’re not the only one who doesn’t want to stop. It’s never been like this for Jimin before. He’s never once experienced something so raw and carnal. He is wholly and utterly fucked. Or, well, he will be in just…one…moment.

“Be a good girl and give us what we both want,” he commands you, using his grip on your hair to pull your lips off of his. “Ride my cock, and don’t stop until I tell you to.”

Jimin watches as you rear up, head cocked back because of his continued grip on your hair, reach between your thighs, and wrap your fingers around his rigid length. You stroke your hand up, thumb toying with the ring there, before sliding down. Continuing, you work your hand from root to tip a few more times until Jimin is sure he might explode.

The command to stop fucking around and start fucking him is on the tip of his tongue when you finally comply. You take him in one swift plummet, impaling yourself on his cock with a strangled cry that echoes through the room.

Cracks form in the dried blood around Jimin’s mouth. He can feel it pull and tug as his lips part with a groan. Your body moves over his, hips and tits bouncing. Loosening his hand in your hair, he slides it down at the same time he brings his other up. You fit perfectly in his hands, and the soft mounds of your breasts mold around his fingers as he squeezes them appreciatively.

“I can f-feel you so deep.” You’re mewling, panting and whining, the sounds a symphony of eroticism and pleasure to Jimin’s ears.

The bite marks on your chest have stopped bleeding, but Jimin still appreciates the way the dried crimson smears of his feasting look under his hands. Everything about your body drives him crazy and turns him into a barely-restrained animal.

The only reason he hasn’t shoved you face down on the bed and rutted you like a beast is because he wants to enjoy you a little bit longer before completely destroying you. He knows he would lose control of his abilities, gobbling down the rest of your soul in one gulp.

“Look at you, taking my cock so perfectly,” he grunts, digging his heels in and flexing his hips up as you drop down, forcing himself even deeper. You keen, increasing your pace as he continues to meet you stroke for stroke. Slipping his hands down, one latches on your hip, and the other presses to your lower belly, thumb finding your clit and swirling in precise circles.

“I, uh, fuck! I’m going to—”

The cresting of your orgasm cuts off your words. Your body shudders with the release, walls intensely contracting around his cock. Warmth floods Jimin’s body. He can feel every pulse of your body as if it’s begging for a reward.

Keeping his hold on you, he redoubles his effort, pistoning his hips into you at a manic pace. His thumb continues its assault on your clit, earning him delightful whimpers and moans from you.

“Give me another one. Fuck!” he grunts. Tears streak down your cheeks at the overstimulation, but your body gives him exactly what he wants by clamping down on his cock with your next orgasm.

Jimin can feel the way his tip pulses and his shaft grows engorged before his body succumbs to the pleasure, and he explodes, filling you so completely that torrents of cum leak from around his cock and string across his pelvis and your thighs.

The release rips his control to shreds and before Jimin can stop himself, he’s taking another hefty draft of your soul. It settles along the fibers of his being, coating his insides as thoroughly as he just coated yours.

There is no regret or remorse for the accidental slip. Jimin luxuriates in the euphoric aftermath. Post-soul sucking is nearly as good as post-orgasm, and he just so happened to experience both in the span of mere seconds. Reaching with one of his hands, he scoops a thick drop of cum up with his finger and lifts it to your mouth.

You don’t hesitate, wrapping your tongue around the offered digit. The moan you release is soft and sweet. Jimin drags you down, capturing your mouth once more in a devouring kiss.

He’s wholly and utterly satiated…for now.

He only hopes you’ll be as amiable to his new revelation because he’s finally made up his mind. Jimin plans to keep you…no matter what he has to do, no matter the words he’ll have to twist or who he will need to manipulate.

You will be his…

Forever.

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You try to resist Jimin as the weeks pass by, but your resolve is as formidable as wet paper. You’ve lost count of the times you’ve had him inside of you—welcomed him within the confines of your body and subsequently fed him slivers of your soul.

After a while, you begin to seek it out…hungry for his touch or rousing him with your lips around his cock, swallowing whatever he’ll give you. It’s unclear where the line was or when you crossed it, but here you are…lost in some in-between limbo.

You roll over, shoving away from Jimin’s naked body, and slide off the bed, his taste still clinging to your tongue. You’re still feeling the aftereffects of whatever just happened. Whatever it was, it wasn’t sex. At least, not regular sex. It was something…just something else.

Each time, it feels like a whole new experience. He shows you something you never thought possible and has you so wrung out you forget to question it. You can still feel him inside you, not just the phantom girth of his cock, but somewhere deeper. It’s like he’s permanently etched onto your bones now. As weird as that sounds, it’s exactly how it feels.

Crossing the expanse of his room, you stare at yourself in the mirror above an ornate chaise. You prod a finger beneath your eye, pulling the bottom lid down. No matter how much you poke and rub, the distinct red ring circling your pupil doesn’t go away.

From what little Jimin has told you over the weeks about what’s happening, you understand that you’re now a few pieces of your soul lighter. He assured you that you’re unharmed and as long as things go well, then when the deal with Dominique is complete, your soul will be restored…if you want it to be. Those were his exact—cryptic—words.

If you want it to be?

“What is that supposed to mean?” you ask, not for the first time.

Jimin shrugs, not having to ask you what you mean because somehow he has this innate ability to just know what’s on your mind. His nonchalance as he lounges against a mound of pillows on the bed grates. He’s acting like a cat that’s gotten the cream…and you suppose, maybe he has.

“It means exactly what it means.”

Dropping your hand from your face, you turn and bracket your bare hips with your hands, eyes narrowing in his direction. His answers are nonanswers, and no matter how much you try to muster anger at him over it…it doesn’t come.

You’re frustrated, yes. But anger isn’t something you’re able to grasp right now for some reason, and that should make you even more angry…yet, it’s as if you’re incapable of mustering one ounce of vitriol.

“Why can’t I get mad at you?” you ask instead of pressing your previous question, hoping maybe he’ll afford you some semblance of an acceptable answer.

Jimin laughs softly. “Because you don’t want to. And before you open that pretty mouth of yours to tell me differently…think really hard about it, and you’ll see that I am right. You love being here. Dare I say you might even love me.”

Now you’re the one laughing, though it’s a bit more hollow than you intend. “That’s absurd.” You taste the lie on your tongue as soon as you say it. “Go to hell,” you mutter under your breath.

“Already here, sweetheart.” Jimin slinks off the bed, very reminiscent of the way a serpent moves, all smooth lines and sinuous fluidity. “You’ll find some new clothes in the chifferobe. Get dressed unless you want to go to your little rendezvous like that.” His eyes sweep your naked body, and you can feel the intensity at which they smolder.

To avoid potentially missing your meet up with Dom, you rip your gaze from his and approach the aforementioned wardrobe. Within, you find an entire arsenal of clothes, all in your sizes. That’s one thing you’ve grown to really enjoy: the pure magic of the endless possibilities. You can have anything you want as long as it doesn’t go against Jimin’s wants and desires.

 You may have put on a fashion show or two at the expense of Jimin’s powers. With a simple snap of his fingers, he'd manifest it for you no matter how ridiculous the garment. It’s helped to pass the time. Between the endless fucking and having nothing better to do, well…

It’s been a month since that fateful night with your best friend at the crossroads. A lot can happen in a month. A lot that you’d never have expected. The muttered assurances and pleas you made to one another before you left with Jimin linger in your mind. Her promise to find a way to free you, your unfailing belief and assurance that she would and could do it.

And now? Well, now…you’re not so sure. Should you want to escape your ten-year fate? Probably. Do you? The jury is still out. There is one thing you do know, though. Every day you spend here with Jimin is one more day you get to enjoy the power and grace of whatever connection there is between you. You get to lose yourself in the contours and planes of his impossibly immaculate body; whether it’s human or not, you’ve decided you don’t really care because it just feels too fucking good.

The red ring in your eyes is a small price to pay in the grand scheme of it all. Your fingers flick over some of the newer garments, taking in the sleek feel of silk and the soft brush of leather. Everything in here exudes sex. Something you might have once been embarrassed by, but not now.

Grabbing an off-the-shoulder emerald silk top, you pair it with a simple pair of black jeans. The thick-soled Docs you wore the night of the deal go on after you pull on a pair of socks. The lilac of your hair has remained despite the numerous times you’ve washed it over the last month. Jimin just chuckled and fingered a lock of your hair when you asked him about it, saying something about how much he likes the color on you.

You’ve chalked it up to a flex of his power. After the first week of oddities, you stopped questioning it. The bathing chamber connected to his room offers a variety of luxury products, none of them ever seem to run out. Jimin enjoys soaking in a bath, something you’ve done with him more than a handful of times after a rough but fun session. Sessions such as dirtying up his sheets—which are always pristine and clean once more with just a flick of his wrist.

That little taste of power may make you no longer eager to escape your situation. Who you were before, the responsibilities you held, the people in your life…they all seem like a dream now, hazy and unclear. With the exception of Dominique, of course.

You’re excited to see your friend, but that’s about as far as your enthusiasm goes. Sighing, you turn to face Jimin. Who, in the span of however long it took you to get ready, has cleaned the entire room and dressed himself in a suit similar to the one he wore the night you met him.

His black hair is mussed in a way that looks sexy, tendrils falling from the coif to frame his ruby-colored eyes. Eyes that you have lost yourself in countless times and that are starting to mirror your own. You watch as a cherry lollipop appears in his hand, the wrapper already gone. It shouldn’t be so seductive, the way he using his tongue to seat the candy past his teeth. But you’re desperately turned on by the display.

“Fuck you,” you gruff, knowing he’ll deny you if you proposition him for a quickie before the meeting because it’s never just a quickie with Jimin. No, he turns anything into a full-blown, hour-long experience. Not that you’re complaining.

“Don’t pout…or do. I like the way it makes your lips poke out.” Jimin gestures toward you with the lollipop. “I’ll make it up to you when we return, little mouse. Promise.” He pops the stick into his mouth once more and then holds out his hand to you, one eyebrow raising in silent command.

It doesn’t hurt, necessarily, sliding through the space between Jimin’s world and the other—the one you used to call home. Used to? You’re not sure when that became the distinction.

The moment your feet find the solid ground of the crossroads clearing, you anticipate a forlorn feeling or for an intense desire for salvation to slam into you. Only, it doesn’t come. But maybe seeing Dominique will be the key; unlock the floodgates or something.

She appears a few minutes later. The sound of her boots crunching through the underbrush draws your eyes to the two trees across the clearing through which you followed her just a month ago.

Dominique yells your name before breaking out into a run. Jimin squeezes your fingers where his hand is still wrapped around yours. In all the time you’ve been with him, you still haven’t given him your name. But, now…he knows.

Irritation colors your insides. You snatch your hand from his, earning a soft chuckle from him, and try to plaster on a smile as Dom closes the distance and throws her arms around your neck.

“Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods,” she chants, voice on the verge of hysterics. “Let me,” she begs, her hands sliding to your shoulders so she can hold you at arm's length. Her eyes sweep you from head to toe, clearly checking to make sure you’re unharmed.

“Not a hair out of place, I believe, is what you said,” Jimin says coyly. “Even the color is the same.”

Dominique ignores him, keeping her focus on you. “Your eyes,” she whispers. “What happened to your eyes?”

“Side effect of my time there.” You shrug. “I’m okay, Dom, really.”

When you were first taken, that would have felt like a lie. Now, however, it’s so far from that. You are okay—more than. You glance at Jimin over your shoulder, trying to gauge whether or not he’s listening. He’s absently twirling the lollipop's stick and humming softly, seemingly wholly tuned out.

Still, you let Dominique pull you further away. She pitches her voice low, pulling you in for another hug to disguise the fact she pushes her mouth close to your ear and whispers, “I’ve figured it out. Grann knows a way we can entrap the demon. All I need is his true name. Do you know it?”

You’ve been able to say it for the last two weeks now since Jimin lifted the demand for you not to use it, but for some reason, you don’t want to tell her, so it doesn’t feel like a betrayal. You subtly shake your head. “Sorry.”

“Fuck. Okay. I know you didn't ask for this, but you're handling this better than I thought you would. I mean, I was prepared for something like this for me, but you had no idea what would happen. Not that I think you’re handling it better than I would…I just, yeah, I’m glad you’re alive.”

Dominique pulls back a little so she can look into your eyes but still remain close. The skin around her eyes is darker, her hair a bit disheveled and the purple strands completely faded and washed out. She looks tired, exhausted, really. But what she just said sparks something in you, tickles a niggling you had in the back of your mind from a month ago that resurfaces now. She was prepared for something like this for herself? Interesting. Before you can think further on the matter, Dom sighs heavily, and your attention draws back to her tired expression.

You pause for a beat, waiting for the concern and love for your friend to come crashing down on you. Much like your anger, it doesn’t so much as tickle through your mind. If anything, you’re feeling restless and eager to finish up this meeting and return to Jimin’s quarters in the Obsidian Fortress. Quarters that, you realize now, feel more like home than Dominique’s arms do.

“Maybe I can try, though. For next time.” You try to offer her somewhat of a reassuring smile, but you’re not sure it lands. Her eyes flick over your face, searching…for what, you’re unsure. Whatever she finds there, though, must satisfy her enough that she nods.

“I’ve missed you,” she whispers.

“I’ve missed you, too, Dom. You need to take care of yourself. Can’t rescue me if you can barely keep your feet.”

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Jimin

“...rescue me…”

Jimin admits he was barely paying attention. His own fault, really. But those two words ring in his ears as if you’d shouted them for the entire world to hear. He had really thought you were coming around, enjoying your time with him.

But this? You’re still maintaining some sort of fantasy where your little witchy friend comes to your rescue? Oh, that makes Jimin’s blood boil. How dare you. He’s done nothing but satisfy your every gods damned need and desire.

His plan for forever jumps right to the forefront of his mind. Apparently, he can’t continue to dawdle over this. It’s time to make his move, consequences be damned.

Jimin watches as you giggle and chat with your friend, completely unaware of the fury brewing a few feet away from you. He hopes you’re enjoying yourself because this will be the last time you ever do this again.

The hour drags by. But, when it’s finally time to say goodbye, it doesn’t take much effort on his part. If he hadn’t overheard the little bit of your conversation earlier, he’d almost think you were coming to him willingly—eager, even.

After the fifth time Jimin tasted your soul, he found it hard to read you. Your mind was closed to him; otherwise, he would shove right in and scour it for any morsel of information. Clearly, he’s coddled you too much. So unbecoming of a demon, and there’s only one way he can think to rectify his folly and move forward with his plan all at once…one way—or demon, more precisely—that can give him what he wants; the deal with Dominique be damned.

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It feels right, sliding your hand into Jimin’s. You give Dominique one final, half-hearted wave, and then your breath is stolen by the sensation of falling. It sweeps through your belly, and when you blink, you expect to see Jimin’s lavish room, but instead, you’re somewhere else, somewhere colder and more bleak.

“Where are we?” you ask.

“Jimin, what a pleasant surprise,” comes a dark, familiar voice behind you. Chills cascade down your spine, replacing the confusion from seconds before. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

Jimin tightens his grip on your hand and turns, pulling you with him to face the same being from the first day you were brought to this realm. “I have a favor to ask.”

Coal-black eyes meet yours, and they widen in surprised delight. “My, my, Jimin, you’ve been busy, haven’t you? And yet, her soul is still mostly intact. Restraint and commitment, I’m impressed. What’s the favor?”

“I want to keep her.”

“Keep me?” you ask, startled by this revelation. 

Ignoring you, Jimin continues, “Forever. Dissolve my deal, make her mine in all ways.”

“Interesting,” the dark figure coos. “So very interesting.” With a swirl of dark fabric and smoke, he’s standing before you, so close you can see the purple-black pallor around his eyes and the fine points of his teeth as he smiles. “Mm, I’m intrigued. What’s brought about this request?”

Jimin opens his mouth but closes it again before clearing his throat and tightening his grip on your hand. “I’ve taken a liking to…her.”

“More than a liking, it seems,” Dark Lord chuckles. “Though, it doesn’t seem like you really need my interference. She seems willing enough.”

“What?” Jimin asks, finally looking at you for the first time since pulling you here. “But, I heard—”

“What she wanted the human to hear.”

A long, pale finger hooks under your chin and angles your head, tilting your face from side to side. “Yes, quite willing. Isn’t that so, kitten? Ah-ah, don’t lie to us.”

“Yes,” you whisper.

“If she’s a willing soul, then there is no need for protection. By that account, the deal is void,” he continues, slowly examining your face. “All you need to do is take it all…every drop of her willing soul.”

Without responding, Jimin whisks you away. You suddenly find yourself standing in the middle of Jimin’s room, with him standing right in front of you and his eyes boring into yours so intently.

“Say it.”

“Say what?” you ask.

Jimin gathers you against his chest, arms banding around your waist. “Tell me he’s right.”

“He’s right, Jimin. I’m willing. I-I don’t know…what happened, or when…maybe you’ve manipulated me somehow, and this is all your doing—but, fuck, somehow he’s right.”

His reply is hesitant, uncertain, “You want to be with me?”

Instead of reassuring him once again, you turn the question back on him. “Only if you want to be with me. Tell me I’m more than just part of a demon deal, that I’m not some coveted prize that you’re going to toss away in ten years.”

“No, no, I’d never do that. Even if I had to force you, I’d have never let you go.” At least he has the sense to look sheepish at admitting he’d use force if necessary.

“Wouldn’t that have hurt you somehow, breaking the deal?” Worry creases your brow, even at the mere thought.

Jimin shrugs, pulling you impossibly closer. His warm breath fans over your face as he says, “What’s a few years of punishment in the sanguine pits for breaking a deal compared to an eternity with you?”

You can’t help but laugh softly, shaking your head at the crazy turn of events. “So, what now?” you ask, voice a little shaky at the sudden prospect of what he might say.

“Say it again,” he requests, breathy and fervent in his need to hear it once more, just to be sure.

It comes naturally now, saying precisely what you want.

“I’m willing.”

Jimin responds by cupping your face in his hands and slanting his mouth over yours. You recognize it the instant he starts to sip from your soul. With deep, long swallows, Jimin pulls at that little place inside you…and you let him.

You open yourself to him, accepting this as your fate. Maybe he truly did manipulate you and took away your free will all those weeks ago, but right now, in this moment, you can’t bring yourself to care. Because it feels right…this feels right.

“Sweet, sweet soul,” Jimin murmurs against your mouth. He’s greedy, tongue and lips working as he continues to taste you through the last few drops. “You’re now mine forever, little mouse.”

With eyes of vermillion and honey, you come alive…perhaps for the first time in your life.

All because your friend buried a box.

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okay , so here's what i'm working with for coming back. i'm still giving myself until the first , just because i wanted to give myself the time. i've deleted any asks i wasn't working on responses for already. sorry if this upsets anyone , i just had a bunch going back a month & it was overwhelming. i'll be working on those first. once i'm done with those , i'll be going through my threads to see what hasn't been replied to in a while , & will make a judgment call on threads i'm keeping or not. my main goal is to make sure i'm focusing on threads people have interest in , so if for any reason you don't want me to untrack a thread , come let me know. lastly , there's the problem of feeling directionless. i think the reason for that , is because i'm scared of making her a fandomless muse. it's been hard to do with so much of her lore being rooted in marvel lore. so i'm still going to be focusing on au verses to help me explore ways to expand on that part of them more.

I STILL WANNA WRITE WITH MY MARVEL PEEPS!!! i don't want any of you to think that i don't. i'll likely just be keeping it to the marvel blogs i'm currently following , for the sake of my own personal opinions on some of the marvel fandom. nothing to do with the rpc , it's all just me being bitter about the mcu , but that's not what this post is about. i'll still be writing marvel stuff with the peeps here. i'll just be very much sticking to my own homebrew marvel universe.

lastly on notes of things changing ... i'm going to go back to what i had originally intended for her personality. this is another thing i think was making it difficult. anya is not a nice person. in fact , they're really fucking mean most of the time. i softened her so she would be more palatable , but i think that was a mistake , as then anya didn't seem like anya anymore. going forward , there's going to be a very small list of people that anya is nice to. i'll be making a post talking about all of this later this week.

i think i can finally say i have a starting point for where i wanna take things here. thank you to everyone who has been patient with me through this time. i didn't expect to get hit with such a bad case of writers block , but i'm happy to say i have a good idea of how i'm moving forward.

[wordsandrobots]

I suppose Mobile Suit Gundam GQuuuuuuX is not bad in the ways The Witch From Mercury was.

OK, I'm well aware that's an incendiary statement and I apologise, but 1) it's true and 2) I mean exactly what I say. My dislike of G-Witch was rooted primarily in the story being a shoddy mess, flying on moment-to-moment emotion rather than thematic coherency or the basic competency required to structure a long-form piece of media. That aggravated me, quite out of proportion to what would, had it been executed well, have been a rather tepid – if sweetly rendered – love story-slash-family drama.

And I want to be upfront about that not being the kind of criticism I have for GQuuuuuuX. Where G-Witch was full of meandering dead-ends and invocations of ideas it had no interest in exploring, this new show is aggressively tight. We don't faff around with side characters or get diverted into areas that never tie into the main plot, and there are no dangling threads left at the end. It's all very neat and tidy.

Neat, tidy, and thoroughly, depressingly boring.

The elephant in the room is that I'm not actually a Gundam fan, merely an Iron-Blooded Orphans fan who got curious about the franchise his favourite anime came attached to. I'm certainly not a Universal Century Gundam Fan. I have considerable respect for the first three Gundam series plus movie directed by Yoshiyuki Tomino, but it's tempered by an overall lack of enjoyment. I just don't like the original version of Gundam very much. Even setting aside the actual flaws – erratic pacing, persistent sexism, racist dog-whistling baked into central premises – there's nothing in the generational conflict, psychedelic metaphors and horrors of war (TM) to particularly interest me.

Which means I am definitively not the intended audience for Mobile Suit Gundam GQuuuuuuX, the latest and most oddly named entry in the franchise, a show that appears to operate on the underlying assumption one considers the 1979 Gundam anime and its timeline to hold intrinsic importance.

It's literally a what-if where the Principality of Zeon defeated the Earth Federation rather than vise versa. Not an alternative universe in the way Gundam usually does them, only repeating the outlines of imagery and themes. An actual honest to goodness multiverse-evoking AU, where the most obvious thrill is playing spot-the-difference and the spectre of this not being 'real' hangs over proceedings.

[The basic emptiness of your standard multiverse – that there are canonical versions of the characters to care about to the exclusion of all variants – has few solutions when executed within the boundaries of pre-existing media. Into the Spider Verse offers the nearest analogue to what GQuuuuuuX attempts, as it firmly focuses on the 'other' Spider-Man, powering through by insisting he is the main character regardless of any meta-rankings available to the audience. If no 'prime' timeline is acknowledged (and anything resembling one is scrupulously avoided) then the problem becomes moot.]

[The key word in that aside is 'attempts'.]

[By which I mean –

This has stopped being an aside. By which I mean, we are nominally meant to focus on new characters, or characters so ill-defined in the original version, these iterations might as well be someone else entirely. Machu, Nyaan, Shuji, Challia Bull, Xavier, and even to some extent Kycilia Zabi are distinct enough that it should be easy to consider this story theirs alone.

However, the thing – the thing, the core of the matter – is that GQuuuuuuX has no interest in shutting up about its predecessor. It looks at the looming shadow of the source material and whole-heartedly embraces it.

This is not done haphazardly. The cameos work. But the work they are performing is in large part to make a comparison to Mobile Suit Gundam. It's like the mechanical design: different enough to smack of potential and individuality, but ultimately in service of recreating the old more than producing something genuinely new.

This is Machu's story in the sense of following her journey from jumping into the GQuuuuuuX's cockpit to beating up the giant ghost of Gundams past and chilling on a beach with her MAV (I still don't know if it's a power move or cowardice to never have defined the acronym). But I'm hard pressed to consider the show truly committed to being about her, or about Nyaan, who experiences the bulk of the requisite emotional wrangling.

They are there, at the centre of the action, with an arc defined on their terms, navigating awkward teenager emotions like 'falling for the same guy' and 'running away to commit war-crimes for a would-be genocidal dictator because you didn't know how to apologise to your only friend'. Yet in the end, every challenge thrown at them boils down to '1979 intruded into their timeline and shit got weird'. Because of course it's actually a story about Shuji, revealed to be the central macguffin around whim events have been turning. A mysterious weirdo huffing far too much spray-paint and serving as a talisman of Machu and Nyaan's desire to escape a mundane world of death and taxes, he possess a connection to the Gundam (the 1979 Gundam, not the GQuuuuuuX mobile suit that gets top billing, or the Red Gundam we initially assume he's speaking for). This turns out to be because he's a traveller from another dimension, who has been chasing a comatose, world-hopping Lalah Sune. Everyone fights about it. It's very climactic.

Oh, no, right. This is *actually* a story about Lalah Sune, isn't it?

Isn't it?

It's…

Let me start over.

Machu is a bored 17-year-old , chafing at the confines of a mundane, career-focused life on one of the Side 6 colonies. She encounters a refugee named Nyaan, a delivery girl for the black market fleeing bullying cops, and together they are drawn into both an illegal fighting ring and political intrigue involving the rulers of the triumphant Zeon. These events lead Machu and Nyaan to meet Shuji, a weirdo hermit boy with a pet robot who imagines his mobile suit can talk to him and has access to a fantastical cosmic phenomenon dubbed the Kira-Kira.

Machu is able to join him in this altered space thanks to hijacking the GQuuuuuuX and becomes infatuated with him/it as a result. This puts tension on her burgeoning relationship with Nyaan, who she begins to view as a rival for Shuji's affections. At the same time, Shuji's desire to reach Earth (supposedly at the behest of the red Gundam) becomes a shared daydream between the girls, representing escape from their various daily problems. Things reach boiling point when Nyaan proves a far more capable pilot for the GQuuuuuuX and falls head over heels for the Kira-Kira, which Machu interprets as her stealing away Shuji and Machu's own 'special' connection to him.

Events with the conspiracy plot then run out of control, causing everyone to be scattered, with Shuji disappearing up a dimensional whatsit because he had an emotional reaction to Nyaan asking him to come with her and the girls getting drawn into rival factions within Zeon. Nyaan, suffering from rejection and guilt over Shuji vanishing, allows herself to be conscripted for the chance to Kira-Kira hard enough to get him back. Machu, meanwhile, encounters a semi-sympathetic authority figure who allows her to roam free in order to track down the source of various weird phenomena affecting this universe. In the course of doing so, she uncovers hints of the tragedy that lies behind Shuji's mission. Armed with this knowledge, she rushes to confront her friends, arriving in time to stop Nyaan from doing something appalling. This allows Nyaan to embrace her relationship with Machu when given a choice between that and assuaging her guilt, and the pair team up to prevent Shuji from likewise committing a terrible act. In the end, Machu faces off against Shuji's gigantic extra-dimensional mecha, refusing to allow him to go through with a plan that is sensible on the surface but involves a sacrifice Machu will not stand for –

[Wait. Hold on. Hey, so I know Yōji Enokido wrote for Star Driver and I can think of far worse things to crib from, but this is a little bit on the nose, don't you think? And not even an unequivocal endorsement of polyamory to top things off…]

Anyway, Machu is able to show Shuji he's allowed his mission to override his true feelings, Shuji declares his love for Machu, they kiss, things resolve peacefully, the Good Princess ascends to the throne of Zeon owing to the Evil Queen dying in the final battle, and Machu and Nyaan retire to a beach on Earth, finally achieving their dream of freedom, with Machu confident that while Shuji has disappeared again, they'll reunite someday.

What you may have noticed about the above summary is that this largely avoids things of the nature of 'tying off a dangling plot-hook from a 45-year-old anime'. It's self-contained, consistent with itself, and unconcerned with what we might consider 'fannish' questions, such as resolving issues of canon or 'lore'. You could easily do this story without any Gundam trappings whatsoever, if you wanted.

Being a recently-turned 38-year-old who has engaged with a not-inconsiderable amount of comparable media, I personally find Shuji's declaration that he has 'never met anyone like' Machu rings utterly hollow. There are hundreds of similar tales, dealing with exactly these kinds of emotional stakes. It's very far from original. But if we allow that originality is not a pre-eminent virtue, we should judge the execution on its own merits.

Here is where we run into the major problem plaguing GQuuuuuuX, as a series. That plot summary? I would barely be exaggerating if I told you the show delivers the adventure in an identically brisk fashion. We get all the pieces needed for the beats to function, but absolutely not one jot more. There is only just enough runtime awarded to the arcs of the central characters for their actions to follow from their personalities and circumstances. Beyond that, the space available in this twelve episode run is devoted to something else entirely.

Namely: Golly gee, look! We did a Gundam AU!

There is a forty-five minute prologue to GQuuuuuuX detailing the events of MSG if Char Aznable – resident charismatic schemer and comical hat-wearer – had gotten his hands on the Gundam. Since including this wholesale in the episodic version (there is a cinematic cut of the early episodes) would have meant releasing the series with the actual main cast vestigial in their own introduction, the flashback was made the entire second episode instead. This is what might be considered 'a bold move', thoroughly kills the forward momentum not half an hour in, but I do appreciate the bluntness of the approach, revealing as it is of the creative priorities for this show.

Because I don't think there's a solid argument for so extensive a flashback being at all necessary. We need to know several pieces of key information contained within, namely that Challia Bull (who Char manoeuvrers to his death in the original timeline) is now Char's protege and co-conspirator on a plan to remove the Zeon leadership; that Char's use of the Gundam tipped the scales in Zeon's favour during the war; and that Char disappeared towards the war's end, when a confrontation with his estranged sister Artesia was interrupted by a massive version of the Kira-Kira effect, later dubbed a 'Zeknova'. That's not a lot. Certainly, I would say, not forty-five minutes' worth of context.

No, the joy here is in the redux. It's in going over events from Mobile Suit Gundam, imagining how they might play out differently if the starting conditions suffered an alteration. The Gundam gets painted red! The Federation never develops GMs! Gihren and Kycilia Zabi survive the war! Dozle still doesn't! New variants of the Guncannon! Artesia gets to drive one! Solomon is nearly dropped on Granada! Char never meets Lalah –

We'll…

We'll come back to that.

It's all lovingly rendered, with a keen eye for when to replicate the artistic choices of the original and when to adjust them. It understands that MSG is frequently quite beautiful and why. It is also the place we can most clearly say, in a derogatory fashion, that this is just Universal Century fanfic.

If the point is just to ask 'what if', what then is the value of that exercise?

To an extent, I suppose there doesn't have to be any beyond the fun of playing with familiar toys. I'm a fanfic writer myself. I'd go so far as applauding anyone taking a corporation's money to put their fix-it on the big screen. That's extremely funny. There is a niche, broader than it probably should be but present nonetheless, for 'official fanfic', allowing creative people to stack up their favourite bricks and make a bunch of in-jokes on the company dime. I'm disinclined to be too dismissive of this as an exercise, if only because throwing that particular rock risks getting glass everywhere.

Even so… is it unreasonable to ask for more? In-jokes are an occasional treat but hardly a meal on their own and nobody likes to be thought of as a clapping seal, satisfied merely with gleeful recognition. Mobile Suit Gundam is, above all else, a show with something to say. There's plenty of scope here for a conversation with its messages, infusing the delirious rearrangement with concrete meaning.

Since GQuuuuuuX concludes with a battle between our new heroes and a monstrously gigantic version of the original 'white devil' Gundam, Machu convincing Shuji to stop blindly following what he erroneously thinks is the only way to do right by an avatar of the original show, we must consider the possibility that the message is about escaping the weight of 'Gundam' as a concept and forging something new. That's a trivial read, isn't it? And if it is the correct one, then let me be the first to say: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

No, but seriously: are you fucking kidding? Did anyone actually imagine doing it this way was how you sell that kind of meta-commentary? Like I already said, GQuuuuuuX, as a product, loves the shadow cast by Tomino's Gundam. It wants to marry that shadow! GQuuuuuuX and MSG, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. Sure, this show thinks the original Gundam is kind of sinister and wants to position Machu as a 'true' newtype, correcting Shuji and Char's overbearing attitudes. At a narrative level, I see how you could get to reading this as a commentary on growing beyond one's roots, or a tale about the interplay between younger and older generations, using Gundam iconography as a stand-in for the old guard.

But as a finished product, GQuuuuuuX name-drops, with considerable fanfare, Gates Capa, Zeta Gundam's most 'he sure was there' cyber-newtype. It hinges a not inconsiderable amount on the audience being aware of who Artesia/Sayla Mass is, why we care when Char realises he’s fighting his sister, and that it can be considered an improvement if she takes his place as a leader of Zeon. It fully expects you to know the major beats of MSG and how clever it is at subverting them.

I'm not expecting a total rejection of Gundam here. That would be ridiculous. Reclaiming what is best from the past while not allowing it to dominate the future is a perfectly fine sentiment. I still find it laughable to suggest a series that devotes an entire episode and a half to doing over the original in miniature and absolutely hammers the audience with shot-for-shot recreations of Famous Gundam Moments (TM) can convincingly communicate such a message. That's preaching abstinence while running a brewery. You don't get to make your entire pitch 'roll up, roll up, see the amazing Gundam 0079 AU', then pivot to 'well we ought to consider how best to navigate the legacy of long-standing media properties in a way that allows them to remain fresh and vibrant while honouring the legacy of previous works'. Get real. You name-dropped Gates Capa.

Actually, the whole incident with the Titans is quite illustrative. This serves as the third in a series of asides with different Clan Battle mobile teams, each acting as a prefigurative mirror to the main characters. Ex-Federal Forces pilot Shiiko Sugai throws her life away trying to conclude a grudge from the war, abandoning connections of the present in a way that parallels Shuji's attempts to do the same. The demobbed Black Tri-Stars, down a member since Mash went into politics, are as disgruntled with their lot as Nyaan and showcase Zeon using people up and spitting them out, the very peril she risks to bring Shuji back from the Other Side. And Deux, the weird cyber-newtype dog-girl Gates is here to babysit, alludes to Machu's growing partnership with the GQuuuuuux by seeing herself as the heart of the giant Psycho Gundam. Only freakish and weird and definitely hitting someone's kink square on the head.

Ah, yes. The Psycho Gundam. Used as an over-powered monster of the week, an excuse to up-end the status quo so everybody can get off Side 6 and go do useful plot-furthering things, and never mentioned again.

I raised my eyebrows when this episode aired because if you know anything about the first three Gundam series, you'll know that's not how the Psycho Gundam works, as a narrative device. Far from being an one-off monster, it is a foe with a deeply personal connection to the protagonist(s), via its poor, doomed pilots. It's a fully-formed dark reflection of what newtypes can or should be, the girls within compelled to do battle by a twisted version of the 'fight for what you love' ethic that defines Lalah Sune, the OG newtype of whom they are lesser copies.

…we're getting there, I promise.

The Psycho Gundam has weight to it, in its original context. An illustration of everything that can go wrong with sending young people to war, of their exploitation by establishment forces and potential for killing on a massive scale. Also it makes an excellent monster, because it's flipping huge and evil-looking, pitching familiar design cues over the edge into 'this is going to eat you alive'. Like so many things in GQuuuuuux, introducing it as a 'world-ending' twist is a good choice.

Yet the result is weightless. I can draw the parallel with Machu, but there's no sense in which the show itself goes out of its way to do so. The Psycho Gundam arrives… blows up down-town Side 6 to try and kill Kycilia… then gets exploded by Challia. Machu and Deux never interact in any meaningful way. Gates is swatted like a bug and the Titans play no further role. So why bother? Why expend precious minutes setting this up? Even if they were genuinely going for a parallel, it's not an important one. The previous two ClanBat teams are considerably more significant in that regard. This is just – well, it's just because. It's they gave us money, let's redo all the classics. It's imagery alone, separate from what that imagery originally meant.

Literally all that is required of the episode the Psycho Gundam appears in is to propel Machu and Nyaan on to the next stage of the plot. This does the job, but the fan-pleasing inclusion adds nothing concrete because it could have been anything. A meteor strike, a police raid, Machu's mum finding out what's been going on. I'm not asking why they went with a callback instead; that much is plain, see above, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. What I'm trying to point out is that if you separate the iconography from its meaning, you reduce its presence to an empty signifier.

The Psycho Gundam as a version of how Kycilia uses Nyaan? As an mirror of Shuji's situation? As Machu and the GQuuuuuux's evil twin?

Nah, no time, we need to hit the fanservice quota then quick-pressé the next few character beats because – I cannot stress this enough – we spent animation budget on a Gates Capa cameo. The plot is speed-run in precise proportion to the amount of space waffled away on for-the-sake-of-itself references, and the result is… is …

All right. Fine. Fine! I guess I can't keep avoiding it for another three thousand words.

The death of Lalah Sune is the load-bearing tragedy of Mobile Suit Gundam. The long shadow within the long shadow that is Gundam's history. Killing off this girl to further the development of the boys in her orbit is as core a component to the whole thing as you could hope to find. Naturally, therefore, GQuuuuuux's AU is ultimately revealed to rest on a version of Lalah as well.

Who may in fact be the 'real' Lalah.

Except she isn't. At all. Because this show doesn't seem to understand Lalah Sune or her death as anything other than an icon of the franchise.

Lalah could have been the herald of a new age. She and fellow teen-pilot Amuro Ray could have been friends, lovers, soul-mates. She could have shown Char a healthy way forward. Only, of course, she and Amuro meet too late, when they're already trapped on opposing sides in the war.

She is the one to confront Amuro with the moral question of why do you fight? Lalah can answer this: she fights to protect the man she loves, who saved her from the ill-defined circumstances of her past. Unlike Amuro who has to be press-ganged and cajoled into battle, Lalah has a purpose, right from the start. By her assessment, this is the more natural state. You fight to defend what you care about, the people or homeland in your heart. Anything else is, by implication, inhuman.

This message sinks in. By the end of MSG, Amuro has passed through trying to take out the Zabi family in order to stop the war and moved on to using his psychic abilities to guide his crew-mates – his friends, his home – to safety. Newtypes should not be aimless weapons, fired by whoever can pull their strings, but protectors, keeping each other from harm. This is the optimism Amuro embraces, contra Char's more cynical claim that war is necessary to bring out newtype strength. The final argument places Lalah and Amuro in one corner and Char, the other, as pay-off for Lalah's despair over finding herself fighting someone who should be her ally.

It's not a particularly nuanced debate. It doesn't particularly need to be. Things continue in much this vein until Char's Counter Attack, where Amuro is still berating his long-time rival for being a cynical sod with no faith in humanity. The extent to which the story – or indeed the author – agrees with him is interesting to map, but I want to focus on Lalah herself. In outline, she is a somewhat worrisome concept. A magical Indian girl attuned to things beyond the material world, hypnotically beautiful and devoted to her handsome blonde captain? This could easily be a recipe for disaster, especially given her role is to die for Char and to traumatise Amuro. Tomino has a long list of sacrificial female characters to his name, hardly counterbalanced by his equally free-handed killing of male characters, and he's frequently quite dodgy on race too (looking at you, Turn A Gundam).

The thing about Lalah, though, is that she is important. Her significance isn't earned merely from the act of providing Amuro a moral compass with which to navigate his newtype status; it is built up over a solid seven episode block prior to her death, painting a picture of a girl who is at odds with mundane reality but far from a naïve waif. She states outright in her first episode that she's aware Char only took her under his wing because of her extra-sensory perception. She allows him to throw her into the war extremely fast, struggles with controlling remote attack drones under combat conditions, and experiences first hand how quick Zeon soldiers are to defer to newtypes when it comes to undertaking dangerous missions. Once she finds her bearings – plus confidence in Char's presence alongside her – she quickly racks up a body-count comparable to Amuro's. We see, in effect, her undergo a compressed version of the conditions that brought the protagonist of the show to the point where his reaction speed is outpacing the Gundam's.

It's an intriguing parallel, particularly because it happens on Char's direct orders. Yes, Lalah adores him. But he's accelerating her development for his own ends – and I think we're meant to recognise that Lalah knows this, going along with it because she loves him anyway.

Perhaps that's a stretch. Perhaps I'm misreading the cues. Despite what it might appear, I come into these things expecting I will be proved wrong at some point. I'm talking about fiction written in another language, from another culture, 46 years after the fact. There's no guarantee my interpretation is what was intended.

Still, a tension undoubtedly exists within Char and Lalah's relationship. Kycilia thinks meeting Lalah made him believe in newtypes. We know Amuro played a roll in this too, but Lalah is clearly a key part of his motivation shifting to wanting to build a future for newtypes. In his arrogance, he appoints himself as judge of who is allowed into that future and how it should be shaped. Lalah lets him dictate her life, yet after her death she stands at odds with him on this. Even before then, when he defers to her authority in the battle against the Gundam, she orders him to put on a spacesuit, implicitly criticising his assumption that he can always bring back his mobile suit in one piece. Obviously she does this because she loves him. It is nonetheless push back against his high-handed attitude.

How much you feel any of this counts within the broader tropes, I don't know. It's still important to map the contours of the way Lalah is presented to us. Quite apart from anything else, the show tells us it's Amuro she's star-crossed with, not Char. Amuro is the one she laments did not come to her sooner, who she is horrified to find herself fighting. And that's Char's fault, in major part.

Saying 'Lalah loves Char and dies to protect him' is therefore a very incomplete description of what happens during the penultimate battle of Mobile Suit Gundam, as plot threads that have been percolating throughout the show crash together. Amuro and Lalah's powers project them into liminal space, allowing them to gain a total understanding of each other. Char, blinkered by the here and now, arrives to attack Amuro, ordering Lalah to 'stop fooling around with him'. Sayla flies inadvisedly close, trying to get Char to see sense, prompting him to swing at her fighter and Lalah to hold him back from accidentally killing his sister. Amuro, enraged, takes advantage of this opening to attack Char. And just as our boy is about to skewer the red-clothed bastard right in the Gelgoog, Lalah moves her mobile armour into his path, the beam-sabre vaporising her cockpit.

As much as fate or destiny has a hand in everyone coming to this deadly pass, the tragedy plays out through their decisions. Nobody is passive. They act according to their natures and their instincts, and Lalah transcends her death (in one of the most beautifully animated sequences in all of Gundam), showing just how far newtypes can really go. Thereafter, she continues to haunt the narrative(s) as both guilty burden and guiding light.

She is fascinating. A real Gordian Knot of Gundam's strengths and weaknesses. If you were to, say, imagine an alternate take on MSG, it might be an interesting exercise to consider how a character like her would have developed free of Char's influence. Would she be doomed to suffer under other poisoned saviours? Or could she break out on her own, a blooming flower of empathic possibility rather than a doomed, dying swan? I think, were I to attempt this exercise, she and Sayla would be the characters I'd most want to explore, beyond their roles in the existing narrative.

Thus I can only conclude GQuuuuuux was written to spite me, personally.

The first version of Lalah we meet is native to Machu's timeline: one who never met Char. Six years after the conclusion of the war, she is still on Earth, working at a brothel (I enjoyed watching The Origin and even I despair over having to hand it to that production, but it wasn't this crass). Not only that, she's stuck in a refrain of Someday My Prince Will Come, her psychic powers allowing her to see a rescue that never happened. The entirety of her characterisation is despair over not having met Char. You know, the guy who in the original version is 1) the reason she dies and 2) emblematic of the other side of the debate from 'newtypes should not be weapons'. I'm not saying it's wrong to read Lalah as in love with Char, but to reduce her to it, entirely?

That's extremely dull. And makes me think several key components of MSG flew over somebody's head. Especially since GQuuuuuux's next move is to reveal a *second* version of Lalah, frozen in time inside her mobile armour at the bottom of the ocean.

You see, in a putative 'true original' version of the events in MSG, it was Char who died in the fight with Amuro, not Lalah. Stricken with grief, OG!Lalah used her phenomenal cosmic power to create an alternate timeline where that didn't happen. Only, unfortunately, Char dying in a battle with Amuro is apparently a multiversal constant, so she kept witnessing it and kept freaking out over it and creating new universes in an attempt to save him. On and on this went, until she arrived in the GQuuuuuux version of events, where Char got the Gundam and never met her, and she could accept the latter if it meant he kept on living. Unfortunately, Quacks!Char cottoned on to her manipulation of the timeline, decided he didn't like it, and tricked Kycilia into building a huge dimensional gateway through which to punt the intrusion, actively rejecting the version that allowed him to survive because, I don't know, he's a contrary muppet who shouldn't be left in charge of a milk-float, let alone the future of humanity.

Meanwhile Shuji, who cares about Lalah for reasons never established but strongly implied to be linked to some version of Amuro (by which I mean they got the original voice actor back in for a couple of lines, which is a – shall we say – loaded decision given recent events), has been following behind OG!Lalah and mercy-killing iterations of her so she doesn't have to go through the grief explosion trauma any more. Something something endless cycle of tragedy and oh my stars and muses where do I even begin with this bollocks?

First of all, my instinctive reaction of 'newtypes don't work like that' is valid only insofar as the actual original Gundam series never raise the concept of alternate universes or going back in time to alter the past. Yes, Amuro thinks newtypes will be able to control time and Lalah can see time, but this is used to establish a perspective far beyond the limited, earth-bound ambitions of the Zabis and the Federation elites. There's never any sense in which time-bending is the point. Rather it represents everything everybody could be doing if they weren't killing each other for the sake of greed and hatred. But OK, fine, newtypes can create universes now. Whatever.

Second of all – remember everything I spelled out a few paragraphs ago about how Char bears a greater deal of responsiblity for what happens in MSG, how his intervention actively prevents Amuro and Lalah from meeting under constructive circumstances? Well, all of that! I get why you'd latch on to 'Lalah loves Char' as a defining part of her character. It is. But there's so much more there! Yet the thing these wazzocks took from that is 'oh I bet her powers would run out of control if Char had died instead'? 'Wouldn't it be awful if she kept trying to save Char and it kept failing?' 'What it it was fate, huh?' 'What then?'

That. Is. Not. The. Part. Where. Fate. Plays. A. Role. In. Mobile. Suit. Gundam. If anything, if we are going to talk about terrible fate, Char is an agent of it against Lalah. Which, OK, very clever, he gets to do that again by rejecting her Poly-Anna present. Only the net result is still this:

We're now meant to read MSG as the solution to this hypothetical problem.

Right? That's the implication, that after Machu stops Shuji and OG!Lalah wakes up and is for once allowed to move on peacefully, she goes back and dies in Char's place so events can play out as they are 'supposed to'. Lalah's entire purpose, textually, as a person, is reduced to saving Char. Not dying because that blonde numbskull couldn't get over himself for five minutes and accept that maybe he couldn't beat the fifteen-year-old nuclear bomb. Not dying when a split-second of rage on Amuro's part finally bears horrible consequences after forty episodes of him tantruming his way across the battlefield. Not dying to show how thoroughly fucked up it is that multiple world powers gladly feed their children in meat-grinders.

No, Lalah Sune dies making sure the events of 0079 go the way they were meant to. And also I guess Shuji gets to stop playing the most depressing game of transcendental whack-a-mole.

Hoo-flipping-ray.

I have been grappling with this farrago for several weeks, because I could see where this was going from the exact second Quacks!Lalah started talking about how Char was always fated to die. And I hate it. I hate it because of its complete inability to articulate anything about Lalah Sune as a concept.

Is it saying something about how Gundam's history looms large over its present, how each iteration is a the warped child of its predecessors, how we need to be willing to let the kids stand on their own two feet and not put them down for their own good?

Maybe. Probably. Perhaps.

I don't think it's doing any of those things especially well, because, as discussed, it's pressing 'skip' on all the cutscenes to get to more continuity porn.

Equally: I don't care.

I don't care! This is insipid. Pointless! Frankly insulting to what it's supposedly paying homage. They included a re-animation of the fight where Lalah dies, as illustration for this faux-original version of events, and all the important dialogue has been cut out. We get none of the voice lines or character exchanges through which the actual original version conveys the meaning of what's happening. I honestly think that fairly adequately sums up everything wrong with GQuuuuuuX.

Images, shorn of substance. Like the Psycho Gundam. Like Lalah. This isn't a conversation with the work on which it's riffing. A conversation would require some acknowledgement of what the work actually said. GQuuuuuuX prefers to mute MSG's voice and do its own thing.

Apparently, newtypes are defined by their suffering and having the strength to lift themselves up by their own bootstraps now. Funny. I thought that was the Red Comet's line. Seem to remember the other two parts of MSG's Catastrophe Throuple taking issue with it. Well, who cares. Look at the Gundam! It's gotten huge and turned totally white because it's known as the White Devil! You get it, yeah? Don't you? That's meta-commentary, that is.

I am bored by this show. I was bored before I began watching it and nothing it had to offer elevated my opinion off the floor. I could do more work to talk about the things I think it did well. The art style, the mecha design, the opening sequence. Or I could go on more rants about its read on UC canon, such as how it imputes maternal instinct in Kycilia Zabi of all people, for the sake of a cheap inversion of Char's infamous 'she could have been a mother to me' line. I have decided, however, that I simply cannot be bothered.

Mobile Suit Gundam GQuuuuuux has a solid grasp on plotting and how to tell a story focused on a particular goal. It conveys its message of the Kids Are Alright with cut-throat directness. It simply cannot afford to do anything else because it is otherwise swamped with a boatload of surface-level impressions of an extremely well-directed anime that I am sure had a big impact on the authors of this complete misunderstanding of what Mobile Suit Gundam was talking about. Or perhaps they got it and I didn't, in which case I dislike the Universal Century even more than I thought.

What I know for sure is the frustration I felt overThe Witch From Mercury's terrible plotting ultimately stemmed from how much potential that show had. It threw out so many ideas, so fast, it positively sizzled with possibility. The net result was a hot mess, but at least it was hot.

In comparison, this conflux of all-consuming veneration for past images, warmed-over teenage angst narratives, and bargain-basement fanfic concepts lands with the vim and vigour of a wet fart.

Let us never speak of it again.

[tidesfate]

ALRIGHT! RP WISHLIST!

More cultist / loyal follower of Mora threads! (especially in non-tes verses though will happily accept more of those in tes ofc) You want to be one of its fave, don't you?

Possession threads- either muse or someone close to them makes it even more fun teehee

Actually paired with the first and even maybe the second, Mora using someone of power (a ruler, a religious leader, someone who people follow and listen to) to be a subtle puppet master of a kingdom / nation / hell maybe even planet

Mora finding out the truth of the things that were torn from it and why it feels unable to be satisfied and the very volatile time for it that comes after that fact. Please and thank you.

...."Redemption" arc post that discovery. Mora cannot be truly good imo but someone tempting it to see perhaps a form of 'protection' in the reality that has been created from the pieces torn from it or something like that.

On the flip side, corruption arc. You heard me right, corruption arc. Mora can be made worse and you can do it!

A Prince (or other God) being one conspiring amongst the others to see Mora and Apocrypha erased due to be what shouldn't exist and it finds out

A Prince (or other God) letting Mora in on the reality a good chunk of the Gods want it erased and are secretly planning that

Your Muse helping Mora figure out the reason certain things it cannot see is cause it cannot foresee anything that is majorly tied to it (it is blind to itself <3). Also all the mess that realization causes

Bringing back the old concept I had that I'll instead make a fun rp plot where Moras getting 'bored' of reality and wants to see it rewritten

Divine Mora threads! Divine Mora threads! I really wanna test that AU out. It warning your muse about something upcoming, trying to guide the proper flow of fate, acting as a messenger of the other Divines. Hell maybe even some kinda fucked up lesson to someone really trying to go for forbidden knowledge its trying to safe keep, and lets them go towards it to watch them be undone by it.

Also bonus with Divine; it finding out, like normal Mora, that its existence is still one the Old Spirits wish to erase simply due to it being something that should not exist. It does not matter if its "good" or "evil".

"Younger" Mora threads. Back when it was just created and reality was more interesting to it and it was a more Neutral entity fixated on feeding its curiosity

"Older", unhinged Mora. Mora whom has devoured every piece of knowledge possible and yet still feels the hunger and absence and cannot figure out why. It's goal has been achieved, it should be satisfied and yet it starves....

A piece of Mora is within a vessel when the Gods are successful and destroy Apocrypha and the rest of its matter. Mora is left stranded within this vessel in a realm that is not its own. Bonus if Mora had not discovered the desire for the other entities to see its true erasure. Either one can help it regain or gain something new and maybe even guide it differently while in this isolated and honestly "fragile" state, or watch it become unhinged with this isolation and disconnection.

Weakened / powerless Mora. Similar to above but the destruction is not necessary, just that it other than what knowledge it has gained Mora owns none of its normal powers / abilities. Bonus if it is in a lesser form funnier if it is like an octopus or something.

A very pointless but amusing one- your muse figuring out Mora is only Daedra by title not by the actual rules and logic of them. Something like trying to find its nymic to use against it and finding out there is none.

I'm sure more will come

[maaskuline]

OK SO. i wanted to put together some different verses & AUs that i could potentially use for Johnny here!! :D there's a lot of different possibilities to be had with him, so this list may be changed & updated as time goes on!

also definitely feel free to tell me if you wanna explore any of these with ur muse if any of it catches ur attention!!

STANDARD / CROSSOVER: This is just your regular ol' Johnny Bravo. Nothing out of the ordinary here! He can be just about anywhere in his 20's here. This will be the go-to verse for threads unless specified otherwise. ( TAG — VERSE: Crossover )

TUMBLR JOHNNY: This is a special Johnny. :) Still your classic, regular Johnny Bravo by all accounts, same as above—however, it's more interactive! For example, say Johnny gets a lot of anonymous messages and questions and such, and he gives an IC response! NPC characters can also thrive here, so you could get as creative with it as you want. Occasionally, I'll also post my own writing drabbles or have fun events to go along with it, much like this therapy session drabble i wrote here! In essence there really isn't ANY verse attached to this one, and you could possibly even apply this to other verses instead if it could be applicable! ( TAG — VERSE: TBA )

TEEN: In this verse, Johnny will be his teenage self! Which can be anywhere from 13 – 17. Here, he is NOT as buff as he is now (except for age 17, specifically); in fact, he was actually quite scrawny as a teenager! It was also the 1980's when he was a teen, however that part can be optional if you'd prefer. ( TAG — VERSE: Teenage Johnny )

OLDER: For this verse, Johnny can be anywhere in his 40's - 50's. Older Johnny's character can vary a little depending on the setting and thread. Here's a post describing my general concept for a middle-aged Johnny! ( TAG — VERSE: Older Johnny)

POKEMON: Here, Johnny is a Pokemon trainer (team TBA)! But despite what you might assume... he's not really much of a fan of battling. Not to say that he won't battle if put to the challenge, but he's actually more of a fan of contests himself—in which he instructs his Pokemon to show off their moves, literally and figuratively! You know, all for show, baby! ( TAG — VERSE: Pokemon Trainer Johnny )

STEVEN UNIVERSE: Rather than your typical gem AU... Johnny is still a human in this verse, and lives at Beach City. He's still his regular self, essentially—however, he is exclusively looking to date gems. He's not interested in any human woman! He wants those foxy space mamas! He reasons it's because he wants to be included in fun alien adventures, and have the opportunity to travel space. And what better way to do that than by bagging an alien babe? He... doesn't have much luck in his romantic pursuits so far, though. ( TAG — VERSE: Steven Universe Johnny )

THE LAST OF US: Okay, basically, imagine Johnny's in the place of Joel in TLOU! If you've got a child muse, they could potentially fill the role of Ellie—however, if not, the "Ellie" role will instead go to Little Suzy! Keep in mind, please, that I'm only going off of the TV show version of TLOU here, so I am not familiar with the games or the full story yet! ( TAG — VERSE: TLOU Johnny )

EVIL HENCHMAN: Got an evil villain character of some sort? Johnny could be their henchman, if you'd like! Just know that he's not a very GOOD one, and will probably mess up all your plans by complete accident. Often makes a good "foil" character in this regard. ( TAG — VERSE: Henchman Johnny )

MEDIEVAL / KNIGHT: Based on an idea with @riiese ! Here, Johnny's a knight in the Medieval era! I imagine instead of sunglasses, he wears a big ol' helmet that covers his eyes and the gigantic pomdadour is still just hiding under there LOL. He goes around saving "maidens in distress," and thwarting any foe that stands in his way, in his... own goofy, cartoonish ways. ( TAG — VERSE: Sir Bravo the Brave )

PRINCE: Similar to the Knight AU, this verse may typically take place in the Medieval era, or any other old-timey era where princes would be a thing. Here, Johnny is royalty, and an heir to his mother, Queen Bunny! He desperately searches for a princess so that he won't have to assume the throne all by himself someday. ( TAG — VERSE: Prince Johnmark )

TOUR ROADIE: Based on an idea with @burnlikeme & @mfniccals ! Johnny is a tour roadie, riding around with singers & musicians as they perform around the world. He is not a celebrity himself, but is extremely starstruck around them, and hopes that this could be his ticket to stardom if he plays his cards right! ( TAG — VERSE: Tour Roadie Johnny )

MILITARY / G.U.N: Based on an idea with @drrobctnik ! Here, Johnny's a new recruit in the military. He's just gotten his beloved hair shaved—which may not seem like a big deal to most, but to Johnny it's like the end of the world, and because he initially put up such a resistance to it he's already on bad terms with some of his higher-ups and peers. ( TAG — VERSE: Military Johnny )

BABYSITTER: Got a child muse that could use a babysitter? Look no further! Johnny's got you covered. He may be in over his head, however, as Johnny has little experience with kids and is prone to making plenty of mistakes. It's worth noting that this verse happens to take place in Johnny's late twenties to early thirties (28 – 33 years old), sometime after his mama has passed away. ( TAG — VERSE: Babysitter Johnny )

STUNT DOUBLE: Based on my own personal story for Johnny, in which he briefly works as a stunt double for movies & actors for a time! He's not much of a celebrity himself—he merely works for them. And like his Tour Roadie verse, he's absolutely starstruck to be around them! However, it's worth noting that this verse happens to take place in Johnny's late twenties to early thirties (28 – 33 years old), sometime after his mama has passed away. ( TAG — VERSE: Stunt Double Johnny )

WAITER: Same as above, based on my own person story for Johnny—but here, he works as a waiter at a 5-star restaurant for cuisine of various Asian cultures. It's worth noting that this verse happens to take place in Johnny's late twenties to early thirties (28 – 33 years old), sometime after his mama has passed away. ( TAG — VERSE: Waiter Johnny )

CASHIER: Here, Johnny works as a cashier at a music shop! He's starting to realize he may be a bit out of touch with what everyone likes in their music nowadays—he's got some old-school tastes himself, which gives him a harder time if the more modern crowd were to ask him for music recommendations. It's worth noting that this verse happens to take place in Johnny's late twenties to early thirties (28 – 33 years old), sometime after his mama has passed away. ( TAG — VERSE: Cashier Johnny )

[glacialdeath]

;For rukia's bday I will post a wishlist of things I would love to write this year :>

I don’t know what I want to do with it, but pocket sized!Rukia from the initial bleach pilot has at least some entertainment value.

Hanging out with other female characters and or doing more activities?(hot springs, shopping, SWA things etc?) Her last kind of female figure in her life (other than Orihime) was Miyako. I don’t think she doesn’t indulge in these activities cause she doesn’t like them but because she’s a bit missing on the crowd to do so and defaults to work and nobility obligations.

gay gay homosexual gay(read: cute gay fluff). I'm picky on ships, but this year more than any, me and the world both need it.

Rukia on her journey to become captain and filling these blank areas out

Training(your muse or mine, don't matter), I like the idea of her helping others, and it suits her well as a lead officer, or her being trained by others possibly fits above bullet too. Doesn't have to be physical/muscle training either, could be lessons like in being a command officer and what not.

I also really like the idea of Rukia freezing an arena and learning to skate and slide around to maintain speed while still using her freezing self ability and throwing an enemy off– but that’s like… likely post TYBW, but would be an interesting thread? Or at least ice skating and inspiring it would be very cute for a thread.

spirit verse AU

Found family is the life blood of me :> GIVE! I'd love to dig into the details of existing/canon bonds them, or make new ones. Angst, bonding, cute things. Vague, but it's one of my favorite things and already exist in most of rukia's canon bonds.

Post war(winter/karakura, or TYBW pick your poison) aftermath feelings

[blxckcatwritesx]

it’s been years since I’ve found a new writing partner like this but does anybody else want to cook up two or more cute ships together that we love and mutually obsess over 🙏🏼

I’m not just talking writing, but also the headcanons, memes, plotting, text threads, doing little character or ship building memes we steal from tumblr over on discord. having their main verse we write in but then also? any AU or other setting we think of concurrently? gimme them in whatever original setting we think of, then a celebrity AU, supernatural one, or whatever other setting we think of 😭

looking for a writing bestie here too because I will 100% want to be your friend too 🫶🏼 idk I feel like this might be representative of old tumblr but if anybody else wants this PLS hmu and I’ll come running to you. I won’t ghost so I’d prefer if you didn’t either 🥲 if something doesn’t work I’m always happy to revisit the drawing board. until September I can guarantee high activity mostly, but work may require different things on a given day and I’m always understanding of what real life entails for you. if nothing else I’m around ooc and for talking about the bbs 🩷

if anybody is still reading here’s some more boring info below to consider and if you’re still interested PLS interact with this. Also so sorry for all the colors lmao tbh they were just to entertain myself as I write this long ass thing

21+ preferred (I’m 23F), 3rd person, and on discord 🩷. I write all pairing types and given I have SO many fxf and mxf pairings rn I’d love at least one mxm pairings at this time 🖤 the other pairings I’m open to ANY

Also if you have a wanted opposite I’d love to grab them for you. I get it. I won’t think you’re face chasing. I just rewatched Venom and it’s down bad for Tom Hardy hours bc he’s a cutie 🥲 other than him at the moment tbh I don’t usually have wanted opposites personally. Rn is a bit of a rare occasion (will love you if you use him but I don’t mind at all either way. pls let me know tho if you’re willing bc I might be too anxious to ask 💀). I never mind if my writing partners do have wanted opps though and if I’m thinking of a new muse I’m especially all ears. however I only like to grab wanted opposites (and visa versa ofc) IF we can still love all our ships and it doesn’t have that weird transactional/doubles feel. I want to collaborate and love all our pairings and I always do get obsessed with them all 🫶🏼

dark theme AND nsfw friendly but I’d rather discuss that in private!!

that’s all folks 👋🏼

[liecoris]

»»🌸 — # liecoris ( ' the flower of the [after] life ' ) — an independent, semi-selective, multi-fandom, multi-ship roleplay blog for my OC, Ito Mukuro - Shinjuku's Top Info Broker who moonlights as an Assassin。 With various animanga and video game verses/AUs。

Themes of this blog include [but are not limited to]: struggling to overcome grief, rising from ashes, spitting in the face of those who doubt you, using your body to get what you want, growing up too fast, treating mental illness with unhealthy coping mechanisms, the aftermath of being abandoned, the consequences of overworking oneself, and cold-blooded revenge。

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»»🌸 — THIS BLOG CAN AND WILL CONTAIN TRIGGERING CONTENT

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»»🌸 — Mukuro may be mean to your muse sometimes - she's not the nicest person. She can and will be antagonistic and a bitch.

Minors ARE and WILL be blocked on sight。

[hells-sirenqueen]

roleplayer name: Xixi

roleplayer pronouns: She/Her

muse name(s): @hells-sirenqueen:

Hazbin Lilith -Lilith Morningstar (og/ show canon) -Albedo as alt fc -Sinner Snake Queen Lilith ( Unholy Crusade verse) -Queen Lilith Aradat Demonica (Dark Lilith - Failed Cycle Lilith/ Vampire UC Verse) ------ @baphomet-slumber-queen Belphegor - fc Gaap (Umineko)

-Frequent side muse Bethany ( paralysis demon) - fc Demon form Catherine. --- @cannibalxroses Overlord Rosie (Hartfelt. Married in UC verse to @/radioiaci and has taken his last name.) ----- @fxiled-fxithful Angela Blanc/ Ash Landers -Versed in Black Butler / Obey Me! / Hellverse -Primary focus is the Unholy Crusade Event/Verse & Aus associated

--------- @forgottenxsoldier Marie Hellverse OC (Former) Exorcist Angel

preferred communication: Honestly? Discord. I jump from one blog to another frequently depending on the muse I am feeling. So discord is the way to go. If you would like my discord and we are mutuals, please feel free to ask for it.

experience: Oh boy. So far as writing online, I've been rping since 2012. Started on Facebook, then slowly moved onto here and then to Twitter and then discord. Lately I've been mostly on here and discord though.

preferred roleplay type: I'm a hopeless romantic. I mean, I draft poems and romantic shit all the time. There is a writing partner of mine, whom I have a server with. We leave each other IC poetry for our characters and honestly it gives me life. I actually wrote a fic with them this past summer with our characters leaving love letters for one another. It was super sweet. (It was for Lucian x Shauntal. You can find it here if you're interested in reading it. I wrote for Shauntal.) But I am usually found writing some sort of angst or flirty/romantic scene. I'm..not the best at fight scenes, but with the UC verse, I've had to step out of that comfort zone a lot. It can get OP and Godmodding very quickly. I honestly hate it. There are some exceptions though. Like, if I am actively talking to my writing partner about the fight and what would seem fair, I'm down with the fight. Overall though? I just really don't see much appeal to being aggressive in writing.

pet peeves & dealbreakers:Lack of communication between replies for threads. If there isn't an ideal goal or direction that a thread is meant to steer towards or enough ooc conversation to keep all parties involved for the thread, things can get messy or even cause a bit of a writer's block for other parties involved. I know I offer to change my replies often if it doesn't work out well for my partner, but I'm well aware that there are writers out there who won't. Just keeping an open mind and open line of communication out of character goes a long way. It irks me when I have to deal with those who aren't. Thankfully I haven't had to deal with that in this RPC, but I have had to deal with it before.

best time to write: Late in the evening. Usually around 9-11pm EST. I'm usually mobile but if I have a thread that is important enough to be concerned about, I will relocate to my laptop if needs be.

are you like your muse?: I'd like to think I see a little bit of myself in each of my muses.

I'm always prejudged without anyone getting a chance to know me like Lilith, I have a terrible love/hate relationship with sleep like Belphie and I can be snarky like Bethany. I do love to gossip like Rosie and I have a bestie I talk to every so often to share the tea with. ( Lookin' at you @alteregozowie) I can be a devout friend like Angela and at times, I tend to have a similar temper that Ash has. But most of the time I feel like Marie. A clueless person who has no idea what the hell is going on and feeling like an absolute airhead 85% of the time.

Tagged by : @hells-greatestdad

Tagging: @mages-pandoras-box, @radioiaci, @radi0activesmile, @primordialruin, @sirserpentine, and anyone else who wants to

[justbelievinginmagic]

Hello! For the questions for fic writers thing, here are the questions I've chosen (they're quite a lot, feel free to answer whichever one/s u like, I'm interested in hearing your takes!):

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

13. Are there any tropes you used to like but don’t anymore?

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

21. If you wrote a “missing scene” in Like A Waltz, what would it be?

22. Who is your favorite character in Like a Waltz and why?

30. Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter?

41. Link a fic that made you think, “Wow, I want to write like that.”

42. Have you ever received a comment that particularly stood out to you for whatever reason?

48. What’s the last fic you read? Do you recommend it?

oooo so many!! im so excited to answer them!!

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics? i feel like a lot of my fics are inspired by something! like there is always something i can reference and build off of (ie. ariadne's thread is inspired by labyrinth and follows its plot with divergences or like a waltz is inspired by iomt mv but also mafia/ballet sources.) i also think i slowburn a lot lol. all of my fics feel very slow burn with their romances. ive heard i am very detailed when i write too! and i know i personally care about making things feel realistic both in the world and how people react to it! i think i use parentheses often to imply asides/commentary that may not fit the flow of the paragraphs - they are often attempts at giving more context or a character's feelings. i dont think i do that in Every fic though.

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you? For kpop specifically, I hated AUs lol. I only read idol-verse stuff for so long. but now I mostly read just AUs haha and i rarely write idolverse stuff too lol. I used to refuse to read ABO. i thought it was just strange - but eventually you read all the non-abo stuff in kpop fanfic category and get desperate to read more lol. I like ABO now - especially when people discuss gender/societal roles within it and it feels less like a smut trope and more like a world. Sports AUs have grown on me; ill read them now when i used to completely pass them. I guess this is more AUs rather than tropes but thats what came to mind.

13. Are there any tropes you used to like but don’t anymore? Im very set into my tropes lol; i cant remember anything that im like i wont read that if i already enjoyed it. i could read the same flavor of fic with the same tropes and be like i love this lol.

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it? Ooo I'll do this per fandom I like writing for: ATEEZ: I want to write a Tron AU for Ateez inspired by their The World albums BUT really dive into tron lore lol like the concept of tech and users/humans seen as gods. That franchise is so weird!! and i can imagine ateez in specific roles from the film! I also want to read more cult!ateez lol. i could never write it, but ive really enjoyed the psychological horror of the fics that i have read. berryunho's the answer is the best one ive ever read its so realistic and horrifying. STRAY KIDS: I have a The Borrowers AU (inspired by their Giant MV) idea. I think itd be so fun to write seriously - like where they have to navigate a world with humans as itty bitty ppls but also incorporate religious lore that the MV had. I seriously dont think I'll ever write this lol. I also want in general more MV inspired fics in SKZ!! Megaverse, NoEasy, their solos!! there is such potential for writers!! BTS: Okay I have an ON MV inspired fic! But its about a d&d-esque world where there will be a ritual/sacrifice to bring upon either a new beginning or the end. Full of magic but also physical fighting and clans and soulmates!! I've written so much for this but never really solidified a super clear story for it :(( ENHA: More. Modern. Vampire. I will read it allllll. I'd like to write a Bite Me AU too - where its more Victorian era vampire inspired or maybe reader is the vampire. I personally dont vibe with the MC having more control over the boys but itd make sense with their Orange Blood album as inspo. But I gotta finish immortal lolol.

21. If you wrote a “missing scene” in Like A Waltz, what would it be? Oooo this is fun. tbh i would've liked to include a "from the perspective of the theatre box" scene. probably early on, maybe when woo and san only knew of her. canonically, yeosang/yunho/seonghwa/san/woo had been to the theatre before meeting yn, just to watch her. id be interested to write their first impressions. and their conversations about her while in the box. more insight on their thoughts on yn basically and maybe insight on why they are in cromer in the first place? i like the idea that they didnt expect to fall for her in the beginning. i do like the mystery of not including this though!

22. Who is your favorite character in Like a Waltz and why? I really enjoy YN's characterization lol. But i feel like thats a cheat to say since she is left somewhat vague for the reader's benefit. Hmmmm I love writing Wooyoung because he feels easy to write; his dialogue comes easy and i think hes fun. but I also love Mingi's backstory the most so far and the way he expresses himself! He's going to be fun to write when we see more and more of him.

30. Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter? oooo im not so sure. i started immortal as an out of your comfort zone fic. I wanted to write in a more direct way. I have a habit of rambling lolol. so i wrote immortal chapter 1 very straightforward in my opinion. kinda clinical - even if there were emotional moments! It was interesting but it was hard for me to remain consistent. I think thats why i struggle with continuing immortal - i dont want to drift too far from that original tone but its hard.

41. Link a fic that made you think, “Wow, I want to write like that.” omg there are so so so many. ill give a few! keep in mind all of these are 18+! the answer which is about culteez!!! its scary and so good. the writer is so good at building up tension, and also keeping characters true motives secret!! i cant trust any of the boys and i love that!!! i wish i could do that in my work - i too easily add in context for things instead of letting the actual reader figure things out or be tricked! like the moon which is an ateez fantasy au!! this one transports me!!! its so carefully written and i adore all of the introspection we get inside the main character. the writer is amazing at build up as well!! the lily of adversity which is a bts soulmate werewolf magic fantasy au!! oMG I was obsessed with this plot! i love soulmate aus so much and i love rejected love. i also love an unreliable narrator. this fic lead me in one direction only to completely go in a different direction. i love the agency the oc has! love at first touch which is a bts jimin x oc soulmate idol au! another fic that let the reader make conclusions too!! i really struggle with letting my writing speak for itself without elaborating. this fic is sooo good and angsty its just so perf. i love the concept. i wish i could write a universe like this. also basically anything written by foxymoxynoona. she is the goat. she can write so much so beautiful intricate and real!!

42. Have you ever received a comment that particularly stood out to you for whatever reason? there is one person who just GETS Like A Waltz! they see every little moment, every little connection, and are like on the same brain wave as me and it just lights up my day to know that my writing is getting across so clearly!!

48. What’s the last fic you read? Do you recommend it? im currently reading bvidzsoo's black ocean series!! i started the series at the end unfortunately lol, so i just read mingi's part and im starting to read through the others. it was sooo good. i loved mingi and reader fighting and pick-pocketing from each other, so cute.

[gentle-hearted]

Wishlist

These are some ideas I've had for threads. Most of them are AUs and have to do with supernatural muses and are also all quite similar to each other, but I'm always up for adjusting things. These situations can take place in 1) any of my verses--so with Jane as a human, borrower, or warg--or 2) any of your verses. Please note all ideas are platonic unless plotted otherwise within my rules.

Beauty and the Beast. Based off the classic fairytale. Jane's father runs afoul of a 'beast', AKA your muse; desperate to protect him, Jane offers herself in her father's place for punishment. Your 'beast' can be supernatural or not, and cursed or not; setting can be fantasy or not. Another fun twist on this idea is that instead Jane's father is the 'beast', and Jane is one of his servants trying to help your muse's 'Beauty'.

Sacrifice. Just like the legends had maidens sacrificed to dragons, Jane has been sacrificed to your muse--either by others or by her own self. Your muse can be supernatural or not, and the setting can be fantasy or not. A twist on this can be your muse has been sacrificed to Jane's father, a very powerful figure, and Jane is his servant who befriends your muse.

Laboratory. Your muse is a prisoner in a secret underground lab run by mad scientists. Jane can either be a lowly employee of the lab who tries to help your muse; she can also be an employee or even a common civilian who is imprisoned alongside your muse as a cruel experiment. Setting can be fantasy, science fiction, or not, and your muse can be supernatural or not.

Enemies. Jane is part of a group that has run afoul of your muse before; perhaps your muse is a supernatural being, and Jane is a member of a group of monster hunters, just as an example. So what happens when Jane randomly runs into your muse? Perhaps your muse takes Jane hostage to lure in the rest of her group--or maybe they strike an odd friendship.

Healer. Your muse has been badly wounded, and Jane has been helping them heal--giving them bandages, giving them pain meds, etc. The twist is that for whatever reason Jane is terrified of your muse--perhaps your muse is a supernatural being, or this can be a twist on the 'Enemies' setup. So when your muse is finally able to get up and move around, Jane is frightened, not expecting any kindness in return for her own. Will your muse prove her wrong?

Interested in any of these ideas? Then hop on over and we can plot and get something started!

[queenharumiura]

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1. Who is your favourite OC you’ve made?

I answered before, but I'll answer with my next favorite OC. I'm going to avoid the OCs I had on the forum sites because I kinda recycled a lot of the same ocs and changed them up a lot, so I don't have a clear setting for those OCs for me to truly feel attached to them.

I'd have to say Fiore Rossi was my next favorite OC that I created, because she's supposed to be a the first generation iteration of Haru, so she was created to play with people who had first generation KHR muses.

The hair style and the coloration can differ between First gen and Tenth gen, so I said: BET. Though Haru's name doesn't actually mean spring from my understanding (the spelling of it), she does often have Spring-like elements to her characterization like wearing a shirt that says 'spring' on it. Being born in May, which is a spring month, etc. I think of flowers when I think of Spring, so I chose her names based off spring-like vibes. Hence Fiore. I wanted her to have red hair and green eyes because it'd remind me of roses, the last name that Haru took on in the Varia verse. There happens to be a last name meaning 'red haired' so I said: YES.

To keep in line with Haru's love for crafting, especially costume making, I made her a seamstress. As per my headcanon of the first generation reflecting the regrets or symbolizing how generational trauma can fix itself over generations of work-- I made the choice to make Fiore more of the Yamato Nadeshiko Haru wanted to be. This made it so that she was suppressed a lot and had to hold back from things that made her happy or feel free. She had to fit within the confines of what was socially acceptable and bear the brunt of whatever came of it, like the expectations to sacrifice for family and honor. Sort of worked out for the time period too, I thought.

Haru of generation 10, unlike a Yamato Nadeshiko is very opinionated, is not afraid to speak her mind, does what she wants, and is unabashedly proud of herself. She won't let people think any less of her- which is sadly what Fiore often faced from constantly being demeaned. It's the parallels that really are fun to me.

[x] <- Link to an piece of art of her

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16 What is your fave pairing you’ve made with OCs? (Of any kind, can include canon characters)

I've mentioned the ship that I had with Mako and his husband from a dA RP group already so I won't mention them again. I haven't actually paired up any of my OCs yet. There were talks in the past, but nothing ever came of it, so I won't count them.

The only OC that I have that was basically shipping with someone is Fiore mentioned above. She was paired with G as a fun parallel between a Haru and Gokudera ship. I liked it enough that I got art for it: [x] [x]

Technically, in our Cursed Lives AU, Fiore would be the counterpart to Giotto's lifetime. So, we may get around to writing something for Giotto and Fiore one day in a thread format? I think they'd make for an interesting pair, so when that actually takes off, they'll be added to the list of OC pairings that I've actually had and enjoy 8)

[madefate]

Favorite themes to write? / What is on your wishlist? / Draft threads or word document? / @helldustedstories

Favorite themes to write? found family, i say, clawing my face as they lock me away - like you'll have to pry that from my cold dead hands i LOVE writing familial relationships. angst, hurt / comfort / drama - anything with INTENSE feelings ( it might just be me or an ADHD thing or none of the above, but i tend to fade away from more chill threads / day to day kind of things after a bit ). also fun AUs ! a lot of healing from trauma, fighting back against something oppressive, anything that lets you dig into the emotions. and hopepunk, 24/7 ! get that nihilistic grimdark shit away from me.

What is on your wishlist? so many things :') like, TOO many. i'll just list some that are bopping around the top of my head:

some Intense Conversations w/ edelgard & hubert - about their Not Fun Times, about the future, anything.

honestly anything with hunter, my BOY.

in the same vein, some emotional fakir stuff !! esp w/ ahiru & mytho

some miraculous ladybug identity reveals 😈

this has been bopping around for AGES but some later season soren & viren stuff - esp if we can rewrite that whole dying heroically thing bc actually that's less interesting than a long hard road to rehabilitation and redemption oops -

also later season soren & claudia !!

stuff for vi from the happy universe AU, where she's only presumed dead - get her back with the family, let her & jinx actually be sisters, let her have her dad ( or her zaun dads !! )

actually, vi & silco in any verse would be SUCH an interesting dynamic to explore

anything with jazz !! but i do have a soft spot for her relationship with dan post TUE because, um, that giant feral ghost is her baby brother ?? hello ??

Draft threads or word document? i used to write threads in my drafts, then i lost like two HUGE ONES for blitz & had to rewrite them, so now if i'm saving something to post later, i'll fully write it in google docs & then copy paste it & save it in drafts

[7tails]

【 フウ 】 ⁛ My name's Fū! Who are you? Let's be friends, me and you!

about

This is a casual ask and roleplay blog for Fū of Takigakure, the Seven-Tails' Jinchūriki (from the Naruto series).

All posts are in-character, unless specified otherwise.

My muse for Fū is selective (as in: mutuals-only) but not exclusive (as in: I'm okay with more than one version of a character interacting with this muse), somewhat canon-divergent, crossover and OC-friendly, written based on headcanons and canonical elements from the Naruto manga and Shippuden anime.

DMs are open to all, if anyone would like to plot something more serious for something like a thread. Asks are always welcome, even if we aren't mutuals, but I am selective about what I respond to!

My name is Maz, I'm Fū's mun, and I'm an adult who has been roleplaying online since 2008 and on Tumblr since 2010, departing from the roleplaying community in 2019 and returning in 2022—marking 14 combined years of collaborative roleplay-based writing!

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Fū is a minor by default. She is played between the ages of 13 and 17 on this blog (for the most part, very few exceptions). The mun is 27 and fine with following and being followed by others who post adult or NSFW content but please do not send Fū any NSFW asks, they will just be deleted.

For accessibility reasons, I do not roleplay using heavily formatted and edited text (including on Discord) and respectfully ask that other writers avoid using heavily formatted or edited text when roleplaying with me, as most formatted text is not compatible with the screen reader that works best for me!

I primarily write threads with others on Discord (DM me for my Discord username anytime) but I am also alright with keeping threads on Tumblr, too.

I don't tolerate fascist reactionaryism or bigotry (racism, sexism, ableism, transphobia and transmisogyny, queerphobia, Islamophobia, antisemitism, pro-Zionism, or anti-communist sentiment) and I'm not shy about blocking people if I'm not interested in seeing their blogs anymore, just understand that.

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Exuvia — This is the most canon-adherent verse, in which Fū competes during the joint Konohagakure-Sunagakure Chūnin exams. After the events of the joint Chūnin exams, this verse branches into several possibilities, the two diverging paths being Fū's capture by the Akatsuki and Fū's rescue or escape from death.

Neoteny — Fū is a child, still living in Takigakure, and has never ventured into the world outside the village.

Metastrophe — In this verse, Fū has left the village after Shibuki falls ill, effectively becoming a rogue ninja. Fū never participates in the Chūnin exams.

In Name Only — An alternate universe in which Fū leaves Takigakure amidst the turmoil of village upheaval (sometime between the ages of 10 and 13 years) and encounters (non-Akatsuki) Kakuzu (and/or Hidan), who manage to gain her trust and traffic her to another village, whereupon they trade their unwitting jinchūriki travel companion for a hefty lump sum reward. This verse is especially open to Hidan or Kakuzu muses.

Juvenoia — Modern alternate universe (inclusive of things like a 'high school AU' or similar).

Metamorph — In an alternate universe wherein Fū survives through the events of Shippuden, she is an adult in the Boruto era.

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