#don't know about you but I dont want my AUs to be built on the same homophobia or have ye olden gender roles like irl

[hedwig221b]

I am this 🤏🏻 close to blocking someone on ao3 rn

[wooahaes]

i don’t like the idea of people calling fics and people who read them “delusional” since you’re hopefully engaging with it purely as an act of fiction. i think it’s okay to have celebrity crushes, especially if you’re in the same boat as me (trust issues, but i can indulge myself in the idea of a relationship when it’s something literally impossible). i think it’s okay to write/read about them as long as you aren’t crossing that line into thinking its real.

you can daydream about being held by someone without expecting to be a reality. you can read reactions of having your first kiss with someone without thinking it’ll happen someday with that exact person. fiction is something comforting to a lot of people, and sometimes using someone’s likeness (like i and other writers do) can help. i don’t claim to be writing the “real” svt or trsr or anything because i don’t know them. i gauge reactions based off what they’ve shown us of themselves.

i think it’s genuinely fine to engage with content like this as long as you’re separating fiction from reality. basically i feel like i’m writing ocs that are based off the public personas we’re shown. i can feel safe while writing these things because i know they’re not really going to happen. maybe other people feel the same way, too, or maybe they just want to escape from reality for a bit via a free medium. nothing wrong with that.

[poppy-metal]

Can't help it because my brain always slip into the angst scenarios including toxic!Ballet AU!Jordan. I imagine they are still a supe and can still shift but only do it in private because they fell for the constant pressure of their parents and the mockery of others including the headboard of the academy. The fact that they can only shift when they're alone and not at will has built their frustration over time and it's not helped by reader being the cutest goody two shoe everyone fawns over. I imagine reader accidently walking in on Jordan's female form undressing in their changing room after a performance and when she closes her eyes turning away with a "So sorry!" she hears the girl she thinks is just one of Jordan's many hook ups shout "What the fuck freshie!".

When she turns back around to ask why this girl is calling her a name only Jordan calls her she's yanked inside and pushed against the door with Jordan's arm squeezing her throat.

Reader is paniced and Jordan keeps screaming different insults and threats, promising to make her life a living hell if she ever tells anyone (Jordan stopped shifting before their entry at the academy after promising to never dance as their female form)

Reader pieces it all together and after all the screaming calms down reader just calls Jordan by their name and so they let go of her and take a few steps back. Reader looks Jordan up and down and just says.

"You're look pretty."

Jordan them turns red and throws reader out their room screaming, "Fuck off!" and locks the door behind them before sliding down and trying not to cry because now the person they force themselves to hate just saw them in their most vulnerable state.

me when i love angst.

oooohhh they're extra cold towards you the week after that, thinking the worst, waiting for you to ruin their spot - but you dont. you dont even mention it, and that drives them more insane. to the point where the corner you after practice one day, in their fem!form because the cats out of the bag now anyway, "if you tell anyone about what you saw - you're dead. you see this?" they motion to their body, smaller and more lithe then their male one - "that means you're not safe from getting my fist up your ass is you cross me."

the threat, and you have no doubt they actually would beat you to a pulp, makes you smile a little. they glare. "I'd never do that to you, jordan." you tell them, sincere as can be. you see their eyes soften, marginally. you know they believe you, or want to anyway.

"better not." they huff. then they're back to eyeing you up and down. a slow smirk pulling at their lips. you can't help but think how pretty they look - their dimples show more in this form. everything about them seems softer. and then they say, "so, got an eyefull of my tits that time, didn't you?"

softness gone. you should've known better than to think they'd be sweeter as a woman.

"i - i didn't look!" thats a lie. you'd looked a little.

"liar." jordan steps closer to you, in your space now. you take a step back, flustered. that fact seems to relax them, and you wonder if they were worried that you wouldn't take them as serious in this form, but no, they're still intimidating as fuck. their eyes drop to your chest. "you should know i dont like an uneven playing field. I'm either on top or in first fucking place. you get it?"

"i - no - what - "

"it means," your back hits the wall behind you. "i don't lose."

only jordan would view seeing their tits and them not seeing yours as a kind of battle.

their fingers come up, index skimming the collar of your blouse, running down to the first button - your breath strains, but you dont stop them.

"jordan..." is all you breathe, and their eyes flick up to yours. the first button comes undone, and then the second.

"just making things fair, freshman."

when your blouse falls open they gently tug your bra down, not removing it, jusg enough that the tight buds of your nipples bounce free, stiff already.

you're breathing so heavy they move up and down and jordan just - stares. and stares. eyes dark and impossible to read. soft lips part just a little, and a thumb brushes feather light over one stiff peak. you gasp, "t-this is definitely longer than i looked at you."

they pull their hand away. smirk. "now we're even."

they shoulder their bag and walk away like nothing happened. you have the strangest notion that had nothing to do with getting even.

[volcanocraft]

hoooolyly shit cluster b joel smallishbeans mentioned..... i love cluster b hcs (especially bpd) in general (coughcough projection) so i look around regularly and theres barely ANYTHING. all this to say if u find anything interesting then do post about it

Cluster B Joel is so REAL & TRUE!!! I personally headcanon Joel Smallishbeans in Hermitcraft + Life Series to have BPD, Empires Mezalean King Joel to have NPD, and God Joel to have HPD. Not to say they are interchangeable, but each character has those specific struggles.

The main takeaway from this is that C!Joel has a personality disorder for SURES!! I truly do think he is the BPD rep we need. He is such an intimate and fascinating headcanon, especially in the backdrop of his interactions and just general character.

What I really love is that Joel is able to have BPD (or another cluster B) and still make sense as a character without being demonized or reinforcing stigmas. He is very caring and can be callous, but he is also highly self-conscious at the same time. He can come off as conceited, but nobody takes it as an act of malice. When he does something mean purposefully, it reads as very impulsive or sensitive. Lots of reassurance on both the giving and receiving ends... He is just very human and has habits he can't control well (BPD), but he's not treated as a villain, and people love him all the same despite or for those "eccentricities." They don't end their relationship with him, and they don't think he's any less capable than other hermits because it's built on a solid, understood foundation, not face value. They also make fun of those quirks sometimes, but in an effort to point them out, not dehumanise them (I miss you empires...)

It sucks that BPD, NPD, etc. are such controversial headcanons to have or sensitive topics to bring up. and you can't bring up their internal conflict and experiences without someone chiming in about how unsympathetic their condition actually is. But thats why I fucking love the BPD Joel headcanon because he is a great example of what its actually like having this disorder: secure friendships with rocky interactions + a thriving environment (hermitcraft especially) + reactionary but not inherently antagonistic or malicious actions even if its self serving.

I don't think joel is written in the lens of bpd for any of these but: @transfemzedaph has some of my most favourite writing on him if you want some more content anon. Specially this post (mounders), this mezealan kingjoel/rendog fic, and smallishtay being unbearable!!! and then this fic by zedif-y is fucking awesome too (he is so fucking bpd coded here...) and @theminecraftbee (the GOAT) has a whole persona au on him, i dont know persona but the fics are really good anyways, especially this one and this one about martyn + secret life

Love to draw something for it. The only thing I've ever thought of is the permit office doubling as a pharmacy and Joel has to wait 2 business days for his SSRI refill because they only open on the weekends and grian wont make exceptions

[ecliip]

SLUGCAT REDESIGNS YIPPEE

hello rain world community please click for higher quality (downpour spoilers btw)

also lots of design rambling underneath the cut. warning its very long and all over the place

-OKAYOKAY so you may notice that Survivor, Monk, and Gourmand all have similar markings- darker back patch, light tummy, tipped ears/stalks- this is because Gourmand is their grandpa in my interpretation!! they share traits because famly..

-neither Survivor nor Monk are fully grown, though Survivor is almost an adult. theyre the slugcat equivalent of teenagers. thats why theyre a little shorter than everyone else. however Enot and Rivulet are fully grown, Rivulet is just built for a different environment and Enots a fucked up inversion of Survivor

-Hunter, of course, gots the rots. i dont know why nobody utilizes Hunters scarred eye in HLL designs tbh- because the scar and the closed eye together make an X shape. and you know what else has an X shape? rot cyst. food for your thoughts :)

-the feds don't want you to know this but you can make any slugcat of your choice as fat and round as you want and nobody can stop you because they are your slugcat designs. anyways chubby arti :) and chubby nightcat :) and plump monk :)

-Nightcat has little silver splotches because I SAID SO. the silver bits by their eyes were actually inspired by Moonwatcher from Wings of Fire with those silver teardrop scales by her eyes, i always thought that was cool. my WoF phase haunts me to this day,,, also Nightcats ears point sideways because its cute

-okay you're probably wondering what the FUCK is up with Enot. the answer: who knows??? i made them La Creatura. theyre a little freak of nature who shouldnt exist but they glitched into existence or something and they have four ears and four hands and six eyes as a result

-Gourm... im love Gourm... theyre the second tallest slugcat, Spearmaster takes first place as resident stickbug

-okay so! if you may notice, pre-canon event Arti and current Arti have some differences. previous Arti has some little scars, and a darker end to their tail. current Arti has burns that cover those. thats intentional! i like to think that when the incident happened, the anger and grief took them over, erasing all personhood in the eyes of both the scavs and theirself in favor of carnage and fury and destruction. the burns represent that. the signs of a life well lived, that little dot of personhood? gone, replaced only by rage and hurting and memories of a tragic incident. (dont worry Arti fans in my little au they arent sad and enraged forever, they do heal. eventually.)

-more design notes about Arti but their right leg is burnt and hurts to put too much pressure on, so they prefer exploding if they have a long distance to cover or somewhere to reach. also, i gave Arti a tailtip that resembles a wick that was a result of the burn scars, thank you @pansear-doodles for bein cool about people takin inspiration from your amazing designs!!

-Spearmaster is comically tall and i love that. they also have Suns's logo on the back of their head. its like a watermark! Hunter doesn't have a watermark because in my interpretation, the rot stuff was intentional, added by NSH as a ticking time bomb as a sort of motivation for Hunter, so like why bother claiming a slugcat thats gonna either ascend or experience a fate worse than death

-also the pearl experience left a permanent scar for Spears because why not

-Rivulet.. the funny fishie.... i made almost zero changes to my orevious design of them because it is perfect. just added like some extra gills. theye very short and have little ears because little ears probably help with swimming and stuff to be like aerodynamic. they also have those little flaps on their side like nudibranches!! lil reference to sea slugs :)

-Saint takes inspiration from lynxes (ears) and sea bunnies (the spots!!). Saint is also the oldest slugcat here. i made their forehead dots eyes because that is COOL !!!! i love extra eyes. also chest floof :)

-Survivor and Monks parents had to take care of THREE pups ON THEIR OWN WITHOUT A COLONY TO SUPPORT THEM and they have zero special abilities to their name unlike Arti or Gourmand. theyre gonna be a little scuffed up

-Arti's pups are a mix between a carnivorous slugcat (Arti) and a regular slugcat (whoever Arti had kids with). the blue pup has a diet like Gourmands, where it can eat meat but it wont get as much out of it as a carnivorous slugcat. the green pup has the typical Slugcat diet.

i'll update this if i think of anything else to add!!!

[hiccupbutpurple]

One thing I love is listening to httyd eps while imaging different AUs and cause I’m bored, can’t go to my room rn (and found half of this sitting in my drafts from last month lol), I’ve decided to pass the time sharing one.

It’s from the latter part of Midnight Scrum (going from when Hiccup gets taken) and it’s a royalty AU (which I’ve seen a lot of floating around here recently too)

It’s the standard ‘Kidnapped Bride’ plot line, with King Viggo wanting Prince Hiccup. He puts the bounty on Hiccup to bring him in.

- Amos and Berthel are still bounty hunters but they are a bit more threatening and less silly, most of their sillier lines I ignore and imagine them said in a more threatening way. They still retain their gay energy though.

- Savage was originally one of Viggo’s servants and when Hiccup was first held captive, he was there to guard Hiccup’s cell. He was slightly kinder to Hiccup in that situation but then when Hiccup escapes, he gets blamed and exiled. That makes his whole motivation to get Hiccup to Viggo being to get back into Viggo’s good graces. Hiccup doesn’t trust him either way cause even if he was kinder then other guards, he still wasn’t kind. He does hold hope that he can reason with him originally though (because Hiccup knows he knows what Viggo is like) but Savage is very blinded by his goals.

- Throk is a well known assassin but gets hired by Mala a lot (and their relationship, I picture it platonically but romantically also works, grows over time until he becomes her personal assassin. At this time though he could be hired by anyone). The Defenders of the Wing are also another kingdom but there isn’t a war against Dragons and they hold no real allegiance to Berk and aren’t actual enemies to Viggo either. They are a neutral party but Mala does prefer Hiccup (but she’s not forthcoming about it) and thinks Viggo is cruel, so decided to help him by hiring her favourite assassin.

- Krogan is also an assassin/bounty Hunter (He and Throk have competed a lot in the past). He has no ties to Drago and was more Viggo’s personal assassin (and lover) before they had a fight. He decided to get Hiccup to see Viggo again and remind him of his skills in a threatening way. It’s a mixed message of ‘remember how much you need me’, a ‘here’s you new lover, I’m stronger then him (thus being more on you’re level, and I could kill him easily if I wanted)’ and a ‘dont forget how dangerous I can be to you and your goals’ type thing.

Some lines I’ve decided to alter slightly:

Berthel: What's that? Dragons? -> Berthel: What's that? / Amos: His friends. (Since they already knew of the dragons)

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Hiccup: Viggo will never respect you. He's playing you for a fool. -> Hiccup: You know Viggo will never respect you. Please. He's always played you for a fool.

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Savage: I don't know what they're gonna do to Hiccup. It's his own fault he got grabbed, not mine. -> Savage: I don't know where they’re gonna take Hiccup. It's his own fault Viggo sees him as a whore, not mine.

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Hiccup has a rough material built into his chest plate capable of creating sparks when striked against and uses that and a stone to light a stick on fire rather then the dragon blade. (Kinda a little hint of magic because I said so)

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Ryker: Oh, I'd love to drop you, but Viggo wants to kill you himself. -> Oh, I'd love to drop you, but Viggo wants you for himself.

[namjooningelsewhere]

His And Her Rules : 02

ღPairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

ღGenre: Smut

ღAu: Sugar Daddy au, bdsm au.

ღRating: 18+

ღWord Count: 5k

ღWarning(s): Nipple play, oral male and female receiving, explicit smut, unprotected sex,profanity, Lot of dirty talk, heavy and light bondage,gagging, heavy spanking, experiments with pain, Dom-sub themes, rough sex, lot of hair pulling, bdsm themes, spitting, cum eating, breath play, temperature play, sir kink,marking, biting, dom!namjoon, crying, begging,super messy, multiple orgasms, edging, orgasm denial, squirting, degradation, name calling, very light choking, punishments in sexual forms.

ღSummary: An art exhibition brings Kim Namjoon in your life, And your blunt nature and i-dont-give-a-f&$# attitude brings you in his. You are his first sugar baby and he is your sexual awakening, Inshort his rules in the bedroom and your rules outside the bedroom.

ღTaglist - @bri-mal @shatzkrinslinzki @babycoffeefire @2ne1unni @mageprincess7 @dlcute @glossyeon @kimlineownsme @itaewonsquad97 @notsooperfect @bunnyandy12 @effielumiere

ღA/N: This took a while, But its finally here. Hope you guys like it. Let me know what you think about it. All the asks and comments and reblogs mean the world. Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist.

ღPart One Here

Post your first date with Namjoon. You did not get to meet him for a few days since he had to travel for work. While he was away, you utilized the time attending your online classes. doing stuff at your new house, and taking small shopping sprees.

You spoke to Namjoon regularly. He called you whenever he had the time and also whenever he was stuck somewhere. He called you once when he was at a meeting at some lounge and you couldn't stop laughing considering the way he was dead bored. He spared a glance at you once here and there, with no expression on his face. You kept looking at the handsome man on your screen. This became an unusual thing between you two. He would call you like that and you would just keep doing whatever you were doing.

In a short time. even silence started becoming comfortable between you and Namjoon.

"Hello, Beautiful."

"Hello Joon. You back to the hotel?" You heard the ding of the lift behind him, and you continued to apply the nail polish on your legs.

"Nope, I just got back." You were surprised at his remark. You had spoken to him this morning and he hadn't mentioned anything about him arriving in Seoul.

"That's nice, You didn't tell me though." Namjoon chuckled on the other end as soon as he heard you pouting about his little surprise.

"Well I was going to visit you directly, But then I couldn't hold it in any longer." It was your turn to laugh now. He was so innocent at times that it made you want to coo at him.

"What are you going to do now? Jet Lag?"

"No, I was thinking I'd just freshen up and go for a ride."

"A ride.?"

"Yeah, I love riding my bike. It calms me down."

"You've got bikes?"

"Yeah, A lot of them."

"If you don't mind, Can I ride with you?" You heard a gasp from the other end. You kinda liked riding bikes, too.

"You want to?"

"Obviously yeah."

"Sure, I'll send my driver to pick you up." You quickly finish painting your nails and rush towards your wardrobe to get changed. You get changed into a comfortable track and your favorite cap and within the next twenty minutes, your intercom rings alerting you of Namjoon's driver's arrival.

Like NamJoon said. You reach the apartment in under ten minutes considering the light traffic during night hours. The car arrives at his private parking lot and you're amazed to see the wide range of collections of cars that Namjoon owned.

"Hi there, beautiful." You turn around to see Namjoon walking towards you with his arms open wide and his dimple smile on full display. You rush into said man's arms who hugged you back equally tight.

"Hi, Handsome." Namjoon chuckled as he grabbed your hand and led you to a separate section of glass wall built right beside his Mercedes Maybach. Inside the glass walls lay his extensive collection of bikes, too.

"Pick One." You quickly look at the bikes, while Namjoon chooses his pick. Your eyes widen when you see a certain bike standing proudly among the other magnificent ones.

"Holy fucking shit." You exclaim in surprise, which startles Joon. He looks at you and you point at the limited edition bike that he owned.

"What happened?"

"Is that The Limited Edition Colnago x Tod's collaboration bike?" Namjoon looked at you with a proud smile, but also with something unreadable in his eyes.

"Yes, that is."

"They made only seventy. And you own one of them? You're so damn cool– Namjoon doesn't let you finish the sentence as he presses you against the glass wall, his lips crashing onto yours. Your breath hitches in your throat when his tongue dances with your own along with his hands running all over your body. You feel sparks light up your entire body, the way his hands touched your body, and the intensity of the kiss that had you dripping within mere seconds. His erection is pressing hard on you making you a moaning mess.

"Fuck that was something else." Namjoon tucks a strand of hair behind your ears and runs his finger over your lips, wiping the remains of your tinted lip balm on the bottom lip.

"It was."

"Never seen a girl so interested in bikes before." You laugh at Namjoon's statement. That was maybe rare. But you had your brother to thank for it. Growing up, your brother's fascination for bikes and his insistence on riding with you had you learning a lot about them in your growing years.

"Thank my brother for it." You and Namjoon pick your picks, while Namjoon chose his Hybrid Furious 26. He insisted you ride his CxT. You bring out the bikes in the open and the guards open the gate for you both.

The late-night Seoul was a sight to behold. The roads were relatively empty with very few people on the street. You and Namjoon rode side by side, talking and laughing, leaving the people, the hustle, and the trees in your own world and at your own pace.

"Wanna race?" You smirked, looking at Namjoon, who had an evil glint in his eyes too.

"Sure, I'm gonna beat the shit out of you."

"You can definitely try, Hangang River Start point." Namjoon didn't wait for your acknowledgment and raced right past you. You and Namjoon laughed throughout the ride whenever one of you overtook the other. You had never cycled in the night and this was an entirely new experience for you. Or rather, Namjoon had ended up making it even more special for you.

Namjoon ended up winning the race and you were amazed by his speed. He sure was a champion when it came to riding a bike and anybody would have mistaken him for a professional racer if they didn't know him.

"That was amazing." You gulped the water down as your life depended on it, You needed to up your game if you wanted to keep with the man. But you were sure you were soon going to fall in practice again. Something told you this was going to be a regular occurrence.

You and Namjoon took time to calm down, and once you both had regained your normal breaths, you both took a seat on the bench nearby. Namjoon discussed his work trip in detail. Specifically describing how this trip was the most boring since most of the meetings he attended were mostly out of obligation just because he was a CEO, and some of which could have easily been an email.

The way back was entirely different. While you had spent the way to Hangang laughing and giggling, the return from there was exactly the opposite. There was nothing but peace, and the serenity was second to none. The dimly lit streets and the occasional loud winds were music to your soul, and you made a point to do this on a more regular basis.

Namjoon quickly kissed you goodnight when you returned to his private garage, and the driver immediately got the car to drop you off at your location. You kissed Namjoon back and got into the car to get to your home and retire for the night.

Your mind kept racing back to the beautiful evening you had spent with Namjoon. Somehow Namjoon was entirely different from the others you had been in an arrangement with before. There was something about him that drew you to him, in a very different manner. Whatever you had with him was strictly platonic. Yet it made you want to explore everything that this new arrangement had to offer.

"Is he free right now?" You asked Namjoon's assistant, who smiled at you brightest, making you wonder what made her so happy to see you.

"His meeting just ended." She quickly gets up from her seat, leading you to the large door to Namjoon's office. She opens the door for you and you thank her and make your way inside.

"Hey Mr.Kim." Namjoon looks up from his laptop and immediately the stoic expression on his face turns several notches brighter.

"Hello Ms.Y/n, Must say this is a very pleasant surprise."

"Well, then I think I have a better surprise for you."

"And what would that be?" You quickly pull out the black envelope from your handbag and place the envelope in front of Namjoon, who eyes the envelope curiously. But the moment he opens it, his eyes brighten up a million times more. He gets up from the seat and quickly rushes to your side and pulls you from your chair and envelopes you in a tight hug.

"I was thinking about this today, This is the best thing today." Namjoon twirls you in his arms and you laugh fondly at the man's excitement. How could this man possibly be this cute?

"I'm glad you liked the surprise."

"Liked it? Y/N I loved it. Thank you."

"The pleasure is all mine." You knew he would love this and that was the reason you had decided to surprise him with the Art Basel Switzerland 2022. You and Namjoon shared a love for art and that was how you met him.

"This is going to be so much fun babe."

"It will, But I hope I'm not interrupting any of your schedules."

"Are you kidding me, Of course not? I'll manage it from my end. Don't worry."

"Perfect, So we leave the day after. Hope that's not too much of short notice?"

"Nope, Even if it was, I love it."

Namjoon ended up treating you to some delicious lunch for surprising him. You were a little scared at first considering yours, and Namjoon's arrangement was fairly new and to top it off he was a busy CEO. Taking him out on such short notice was a big risk you had taken on your end and you were more than glad to have the positive result.

As much as you loved getting surprised. You would love to do the same. And you were going to make sure you both would have fun on this trip.

Namjoon decided on the logistics of the trip. He absolutely refused to accept any bookings from your side and you agreed reluctantly. Post your lunch, you bid goodbye to Namjoon since you had to shop for your trip. Nam Joon returned to his meetings and his usual schedule.

You spent the day and the next packing and shopping for your trip. You had picked up all kinds of dresses according to your itinerary. You had a different glide to your step since you were too excited to take this trip. You have been visiting Art Basel for a couple of years in Hong Kong and Paris and you loved every part of it.

Namjoon came over to stay the night to have dinner and leave with you the next morning for your trip to Switzerland. You end up watching a rom-com and having a Chinese takeout followed by a nice cuddle.

The seventeen-hour-long flight takes a toll on you and him both. You both end up sleeping the entire day that you arrived and only getting up to eat. The next day, the first destination that Nam Joon wanted to see, the first thing he landed in Basel, was the Kunstmuseum. Since it was one of the few galleries around town that had Van Gogh and Picasso and Gauguin together.

"Joon hurry up we're getting late."

"Coming. Give me a second." You walk inside the room again to see him applying his lip balm calmly. Namjoon looks up to you and motions his fingers signaling a second, and you nod. The moment he finishes his application. He throws it away nonchalantly in someplace in the room and your eyes nearly bulge out at his actions. How was this man so perfect. Yet so careless at the same time?

"That lip balm.--Before you could say anything further, Namjoon drags you out of the room, making an excuse that it must be somewhere on the floor.

You visit the Kunstmuseum hand in hand with Namjoon, who just holds your hand while he admires his favorite piece, Picasso's El Greco.

"That's such a beautiful piece of art." You immediately get lost in the timeless art. Art has always been fascinating to you. But you had no artwork in your collections so far because you wanted them when you would have a house of your own. You looked at Namjoon, whose whole concentration was stuck in the painting. His face had such a calmness to it that it kept you staring at him for a few seconds longer.

"What are you thinking?"

"His paintings have no constraints, they show everything. That's what I admire the most about him."

"True. He does portray all of the emotions in his painting. Happy, Sad, Dark, Joys, Sorrows."

"How could he make something so beautiful, That it hurts." You have no answer to this question. What exactly went through the artist's mind when he made the art was only up to him. The rest of the world could only draw theories from the colors and their patterns of it.

You had your day planned around the Kunstmuseum; you spent the day watching the entire museum with both of you equally involved in admiring the beauty of those artists that had you and Nam joon entranced.

You laughed around and ate some of the best delicacies that Basel had to offer with a beer course, and you had the entire stay planned out well in advance as the sun set. You and Namjoon sat by the park to admire the way the sky was getting painted in all shades of orange and Pink.

You freshen up after your visit to the Kunstmuseum. You lay flat on the bed in the clothes you had worn since morning. The entire day you had spent walking the entire museum, in the parks, finally caught up to you.

You slept for some time before you woke up and started hearing loud voices. You remembered Namjoon mentioning he had a meeting later in the evening. Not an important one at that; just a small overview of some proposal his company was planning to consider.

You pick out your clothes and make your way to the bathroom for a nice hot shower. The shower definitely did you some good washing away all the tiredness from the body. You picked out lacy black underwear along with an oversized t-shirt since you had no occasion to dress up considering you both had decided to stay in and order dinner.

The moment you entered the hall. You froze in place, watching the man at work. Namjoon was dressed in all black. The black shirt hugged his frame so well, leaving your mouth watering. He moved his eyes towards you acknowledging your presence in the room. Your brain immediately went into a short circuit, lust taking over your logic. You had seen the look that Namjoon had on his face. He looked bored as hell and an evil plan took shape in your mind. You moved towards the said man, and he raised his eyebrows at you. You quietly moved the chairs out of the way and you could see the way Namjoon was furrowing his brows in a warning. You paid no heed to the warning and crawled right under the table. You ran a finger over his thighs and Namjoon immediately parted his legs for you a little, making the space a little more comfortable.

You ran your hands over his thighs again and you felt him tensing beneath your touch. You slowly raised onto his waist level and tried to open his pants. The buttons came out pretty easy, but to get it down was another level of hard work which you were required to do. You tapped Namjoon on his thighs thrice, but the man refused to budge. You tapped him twice again, hoping he would help you do what you wanted to do. Joon budged, but a second later. He shifted just a little to give you the chance to pull his pants down.

You giggled a little, imagining how he was actually pulling this off on a video call. But the moment the giggle escaped your throat, you heard a stern cough from above and you got back to what you were doing. Getting his boxers off was a piece of cake. The moment you touched his half-hard cock. You were already drooling. You took his cock in your mouth and began sucking on it to make him hard. Which you succeeded almost immediately.

The fact that he actually got hard within seconds gave you the thrills and confirmation enough that you were doing a good job. You stopped for a second to admire the beauty of the beast in your hand. Namjoon was huge, like, really huge. You licked the head and swirled your tongue around it and you heard a hiss from above.

You kissed and licked the head while your hands moved on the length of his cock. You licked a super sloppy strip along his length, tracing the most beautiful set of veins with your wet muscle, and Namjoon shivered a little. You were having so much fun with it. That you had almost forgotten that he was on a call.

Though you were fairly new to Namjoon's length, the techniques that he had taught you last time were helping you quite a lot. You decided to try something new and you quickly started french-kissing his cock, earning his hand on your scalp. The stutter in his "Yeah", "Go on." and "Okay's" gave you the compliment you were waiting for.

Thanks to the tall height of the table which gave you enough room to sit in a comfortable position. Thanks to the most expensive suite in the hotel. You quickly sat on your knees and you slowly started taking his length in your mouth. You started with the half slowly easing him into the rest. The moment you started deepthroating him. The hold Namjoon had on your scalp tightened and you hissed with the pain but enjoyed every bit of it.

You start with slow motion, alternating between slow to medium paces. You started licking the base of his cock with your tongue while he was still deep in your throat. You couldn't help but moan and you felt Namjoon's cock twitching in your mouth with the vibrations your mouth was providing him with.

Namjoon was impossibly hard in your mouth and at one point, you gagged. You ended up making it as wet and as slobbery as possible. You continued the deep throating and kept alternating the pace with medium and slow and suddenly fast with your hands on the base of his cock, which gave you the sharpest pull you had ever experienced on your scalp. Namjoons cock twitched again in your mouth, signaling he was close, and before you knew it he exploded in your mouth.

Namjoon kept cumming for a hot minute and you enjoyed every bit of it. As soon as you divert your attention away from his cock. You are greeted with a very, very wet mess that you have made between your legs and are on the verge of having a cramp in your legs.

The moment you tried to move away, Namjoon tightened his hold on your scalp, keeping you in a position you were in. Your mind started traveling at the speed of light if you had pissed him off, or if you had gone overboard, or if you had ended up stirring trouble. What if he had messed up something very important in his meeting?

"Mr.Kang, Please reschedule this meeting some other time. I am getting a call that I have to take. Good work everyone." Before you could hear a response, Namjoon had already hung up the call and you prayed to not have messed up anything.

Namjoon slowly moved his hands away from you, and you saw his chair moving a little backward. You tried to move away, but Namjoon's voice had you glued to your spot right there. Once again.

"Stay right there." You saw Namjoon get up and walk into the other room and you relaxed in your position but did not dare to turn around. The second you heard the footsteps, you got back to the position you were in. The pair of legs stopped to their previous position and you just hoped internally that you weren't in too much trouble.

"Come here, sweetie." Namjoon slowly bent down to your level and offered his hand for you to take. You extend your hand a little hesitantly. But Namjoon grabs it and helps you get out of the table. Namjoon picks you up with ease and places you on the table and pulls the chair and takes a seat. Relaxing himself and sitting in a comfortable position.

"Lie behind y/n." You meekly follow the instructions given to you, and the moment you lie down, Namjoon moves forward with this chair. Getting to eye level with your pussy. He was so close that you could feel his breath in your center.

"So tell me Y/n, Did you cum?" He says, running his finger over the wet patch. His touch brought out the same shivers you had experienced the first time Namjoon touched you. You manage to utter a weak no, Namjoons attitude puts you in a position that has you waiting for his instructions.

"Good, Because now I'm going to make you cum until you forget your own name." The sentence gave you goosebumps, imagining what all was in place for you. You uttered a yes in a weak voice and immediately Namjoon's hand made contact with your pussy.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes Sir." Namjoon ripped the panties off of you. Leaving you in a state that made you too weak for words. There was something about this Joon. The Namjoon that was so excited two days ago when you planned this trip was nowhere to be found. This Namjoon right here was someone else and was emitting a very, very dangerous aura.

Namjoon ran his fingers on your inner thighs and you could feel your breathing get more erratic. You writhed around when you felt him lick a thick strip starting from the bottom to the top. Namjoon kept licking similar stripes on your pussy and you felt yourself dripping more and more by the passing second.

"Namjoon please." A spank on your inner thighs jolted you back to the first rule namjoon had taught. To never address him by his name when you were in this setting.

"Sir please."

"This is the last time you make this mistake, Y/N." You squeaked a "yes sir" and he got back to where he left off. You were laid out on the table in front of him while Namjoon sat on the chair and relished you. You would have given anything in the world to see the sight, but those were not your instructions, and you had to follow what he had said.

Namjoon continued his ministrations with his tongue and you started writhing with pleasure trying to get a hold of something, but unfortunately, you could find none. Other than your nails, which are starting to dig deep in your skin. Deep enough to draw blood.

You felt Namjoon use his thumb to separate your folds and blow air onto your swollen lips. His touch went from being gentle to erratic in a matter of a few seconds, and before you knew it his tongue had entered you too. With the overwhelming amount of pleasure coursing through your body and your back arched, you let out a silent scream as you exploded on his tongue.

You hadn't even gotten down from your high. When you felt one of his fingers enter you. You shuddered with overstimulation as you could feel the smirk that decorated his face. Namjoon had abundantly clear that he was as much of a giver.

Namjoon kept massaging his finders inside you and another wave of heavenly pleasure took over you. You felt sweat dripping down your forehead with the way his fingers worked their magic inside you.

Sparks ignited your vision the moment you felt Namjoons lips over your clit. You couldn't help but buck against his fingers. You felt yourself squirming and Namjoon growled, and you tried to quieten down.

"Please sir, Make me cum." Namjoon growled against your pussy and you could feel the pleasure building inside you once again. The moment he curled his fingers inside you combined with his tongue on your clit the pleasure intensified a hundredfold and you felt your nerves exploding, You came with a guttural moan and black spots crowded your vision and the glorious man looked up from between your thighs with your juices dripping down his chin.

"You taste like fucking heaven." Namjoon helped you sit up and he stroked your face gently. You looked at the man standing before you, and you could swear right at that moment that you had never seen such a beautiful sight before.

"That was mind-boggling."

"You still have to give me one more." You gasped at the mention of one more orgasm. You didn't even know if you had it in you. Namjoon stepped back and slowly unbuttoned his black shirt, and that had you drooling over the first spec of skin that graced your eyes.

The more the buttons started coming out combined with those deadly eyes. You felt yourself getting wetter by the second. You reached out to open the buttons of his pants once again and Namjoon smirked, grabbing your hands and running them over his clothed erection.

"You remember your safe word?"

"Cherries."

"Good. Anytime you want to stop just say it. If you can't say it just bang the table violently twice."

"Yes Sir."

"Good Girl. Now lay back like before and open those legs wide for me." You did as you were told. Excitement overtook your body as you tried to anticipate what Namjoon was going to do to you. Being fucked into oblivion topping the list.

You were spread out on the table. Naked. Your breath hitched again the moment Namjoon got between your legs and he bent forward and crashed his lips on yours. He kissed you hard and fast, which had you breathless in a matter of a few seconds. Your attention snapped away from the kiss for a second when you felt his hard length poking your entrance. You whimpered when Namjoon pulled you just a little to let the tip enter you.

"Oh my god." You could feel your brain flip over when he repeated it again and again. The man was in no mood to let you breathe. Namjoons hand moved to your nipples and you swear you felt the life leave out of you.

"Breathe." Namjoon calmed you down a little. This was absolutely overwhelming. You were feeling so much with these actions. That you wished nothing else but for him to fuck the living shit out of you.

Namjoon made you feel things in a way that no one ever did. You were burning with desire for this man and that was driving you impatient.

"Sir please fuck me."

"Yeah, You promise you will be a good girl?"

"Yes, Please."

"Remember your safe word." Without waiting for your acknowledgment Namjoon drove his hips into you with a force that had you blacking out for a second. You now know why he asked twice about the safe word. His cock sunk deep within you, and you let out a scream at how big he was. Namjoon pulled back and slammed his hips into you again. Deeper this time, and the table shook beneath you. He kept going deeper with every plunge and you kept screaming his name like you won.

"Fucking hell, You're squeezing me." Namjoon had a firm grip over your thighs while he kept pistoning his hips in and out of you with a force you had never experienced before.

Namjoon quickly lifted you from the table with a hand and bent you over the table. This time his hands gripped your waist so tight you were sure you were not going to feel your lower body tomorrow. His entire body was moving inside you with the force that could have the table collapsing if he hadn't bent you over it.

You screamed the loudest when you felt his cock hitting the exact spot and you could feel his thrusts getting desperate, and the moment he touched your clit you felt the nerves in your body exploding. The intensity of the orgasm almost gets you to pass out.

Namjoon came with a loud grunt, and warmth flooded inside you leaving you breathless. Your brain was spinning from all the actions and you were absolutely flushed from the way Namjoon had fucked you into oblivion.

Namjoon quickly helped you up and sat on the chair with you safely nestled in his lap. He kissed you so gently that he had warmth flooding inside you. He stroked your head gently and kept you as close to him as possible. He held you close to him and you relaxed yourself to the beating of his heart.

"You okay?"

"More than Okay."

"Good."

"Namjoon."

"Yeah?"

"Do I get the same treatment for teasing you again?" Namjoon laughs wholeheartedly, He picks you up with ease and throws you over his shoulders, and spanks your bare ass, which has your yelping.

"Next time I won't go gentle like today."

[kiwibirb1]

hhh still not sure on names but whatever greying wings introduction to meetup au (it does not go great) (remember party refers to the entire group bc d&d is built into my soul) (name ref here) (Also, GW!girls are referred to as their nicknames from the get go here but they dont actually get or use them until later)

uh this got long so theres a break now

*The entire party is chilling in a clearing, when suddenly loud wingbeats sound overhead. Everyone immediately stands up, grabbing whatever weapons they have, expecting herons to descend upon them. Instead, something falls out of the sky, a whirlwind of black feathers crashing down with a shout. Everyone looks at each other in confusion, attention returning to the creature as it groans and stands up, black wings stretching out to their full capacity. It brushes itself off, looking up to the sky, seemingly unaware of the people surrounding it. More wingbeats sound, and it smiles up at something it sees, waving and calling out.*

Black(GW!Marcy): Sorry guys, I tripped on something! *Faint shouts come from the sky, something along the lines of "How do you trip while flying!?", and it laughs, finally taking in it's surroundings. It makes eye contact with Psych, and freezes, wings immediately drawing inwards, becoming nearly invisible in the blink of an eye.* Black: O-oh. Sorry. I didn't see you. U-um, don't worry, I'm with a pure- Vagabond: Another one!? Seriously!? How many alternate universes are there? WV!Marcy: Even the core doesn't know that. Black: Uh, am I interrupting something or- *Their [Black] gaze travels to WV!Marcy, and they suddenly breaks off in speech.* You look just like me! But you don't have wings, I didn't think that was possi- *Their speech gets cut off once again, but this time it is by flurry of white and grey feathers, which fall away to reveal two girls, looking to be around 15, just like the first, standing protectively over the black-haired one.* Grey(GW!Sasha): They're with us. Wait- who the fuck are you and why do you look exactly like Anne? *She points her newly drawn sword at Sapphire, eyes narrowed in a glare. White(GW!Anne), places a hand on her shoulder, but her eyes are hardened as well, widening as she looks around the camp.* White: You all look like us. But some of you are old. And none of you have wings. *Heron steps forward, and Grey and White step back, wings spreading as if to hide Black, who's head peeks out curiously, but seems comfortable hidden behind them. Heron: Am sure yer all confused, we all were at firs'. Te start off, Am going to assume yer names are Sasha, Anne, and Marcy? *Grey nods slowly, sword point lowering slightly.* Wonderful. So are we. That damned cat- Domino: Heron your supposed to call it the Guardian, only the other Annes know it's a cat. Heron: Yeah yeah whatever the weird deity thing decided to throw us all together for shits and giggles and Ah guess yer the most recent additions. Black: Why are you Scottish? Heron: WHY DOES EVERYONE SAY THAT?? ToaF!Anne: Yeah yeah we know Heron's Scottish it's weird anyway more importantly you guys got wings? That's cool as shit! How'd you get them? And why are they different colors? *At this comment, Black seems to draw her wings even closer to herself, ducking back down.* White: Uh, everyone has wings? Grey: None of your business. *The clearing goes quiet at the opposing answers, while Grey and White glare at each other.* White: Do you want to get darker? Grey: Oh yeah let's not talk about how grey you were before it reset you huh? *They start to bicker, and Black hesitantly moves away from them, still standing at a distance from the rest of the group. CF!Marcy waves at them, dragging her own girls over as well. Black steps to the side slightly, wings somehow pulling in even smaller, but they doesn't outright leave.* CF!Marcy: Hi, I'm [GIVE ME NAME SUGGESTIONS PLEASE], this is Mouse and [CF!Sasha]. Your's fight a lot too, huh? Black: U-uh yeah, they do, even though we're not really supposed to. They always forgive each other.. afterwards though... *They trail off, eyes locked on the other's wings* CF!Sasha: Okay since neither of them answered, why are your guy's wings different colors? Just like a normal wing-person thing? *Black winces, but sighs, answering.* Black: First, we're angels, not "wing-people". And when you sin, your feathers grey, but it can be undone if you're forgiven. That's why Sasha's are so dark. Anne got reset by the Guardian, which is why she's nearly pure white. Mouse: Okay, but why are you black? Black: ...I was getting to that. When you commit an unforgivable sin, or at least one that is perceived as so, you fall. Black wings are the mark of a fallen angel. CF!Sasha: Damn, what did- *CF!Marcy cuts her off, as Black folds her wings inwards, over her head.* CF!Marcy: I want you to think long and hard about the common factor. CF!Sasha: Oh. Sorry. Black: It... It's fine, I'm used to it. This is actually the uh best reaction I've gotten so...

[askthewheatleyverse]

Welcome To The Wheatleyverse!

In which a newly built core accidentally summons 5 other different versions of himself to his universe, and must scramble to fix things before they all disappear.

This is a silly little Portal 2 au ive had in my brain for a while now. Very obviously inspired by spiderverse, not just because of the whole multiverse thing but also i nabbed some concepts from the movies for funsies. It's very silly, stupid and self-indulgent, and i hope y'all enjoy it as much as i do because it's very important to me :)

If you have the time, I’d appreciate an ask or two! I’m very excited abt this

Here’s a link to profiles for our askable Wheatleys!

And HERE’S a link to a run-down of what we’re up to rn!

RULES UNDER THE CUT!

No nsfw content! The mod is a minor, and WILL delete any asks that get too explicit! On a related note, any proshippers can fuck off. Out of my sight. Shoos you away like an old man getting evil evil birds out of his lawn

No magic anons! For now, at least. I don't even know how that could. Work 😭

No inserting characters into the story! Well, kinda. If you frequently ask here, characters might recognize your username/anon tag, and form some sort of consistent opinion on you and how they respond to you. Plus, askers can control the little robo-guy they’re speaking through. However! Please to do not do anything drastic or try to say that someone is physically there! Pls :3

I have a right to not answer/delete any asks! However, if I don't answer a question, don't assume that it was because you did something horrible, it might be because it unintentionally took things in a direction I didn't want it to go, contained something uncomfy to me by accident, was too similar to another ask, or just got buried. Dw about it :)

I’ve gotten this issue a lot, so let me make this clear: if I pop up in your tags too much, and you don’t wanna see me, block me. People are genuinely complaining about me posting in the portal and Wheatley tags and like. Man do you. Not know how tagging works-

And the most important rule of all:

Dont bully me.

This is who youre bullying /j

[guaxinimraccoon]

Do you have some sort of master post for your oc content? I want to understand the story a bit more (I’m trying so hard to piece things together 😭) but it would be much easier if you have some sort of system for that! If not that’s okay too ofc!

omg guax finally made a MASTER POST about what the heck is going on

Thank you for bringing this up because now it's time for me to get up and start tidyng up this messy place

I don't have a master post... UNTIL NOW!!! This is going to be the master post, thank you anon, you just saved a lot of desperate souls.

NOTE: Some of these are in chronological order of posting because I made them to be understood as I posted them, if you try to understand from the chronological order of the story it'll be confusing, trust me.

EUPHORIA LORE POSTS

Euphoria is my main story where all the characters in this blog come from. It’s a cliché lil tale about a shy, awkard, gentle human and his loud, sarcastic, confident tiny friend. It mainly shows how they will destroy the whole world. 

Euphoria also shows Alex and Elisa, a forbidden couple, and how they built an... unusual family together.

Brad and Toby first meeting

Brad and Toby getting to know each other

Random little things about Brad and Toby’s daily lives

More about Siri

How magic works in Euphoria

Alex and Elisa first meeting

...More about Alex and Elisa first meeting

Oh no they’re in love

Alex’s sacrifice

What would happen if Brad and Toby’s roles were switched?

What would happen if Brad and Tobys’ roles were switched? pt.2

What would happen if Brad and Tobys’ roles were switched? pt.3

Toby’s lil bedroom!

Siri’s backstory

Brad and Siri first meeting

Do Alex and Elisa know Toby and Brad?

Brad’s real name

Sizes

Angst lil story 

Alex, Elisa, Brad and Toby backstory

How did Alex took care of baby Brad?

How did Alex took care of baby Brad? pt.2

How did Alex took care of baby Brad? pt.3

Can Brad use magic since he’s part imp?

Elisa’s mourning

A lil about the Colony’s war

Brad and Toby are actually super heroes

Will Alex, Elisa, Toby and Brad ever meet again?

Growth potion!

Lil explanation about the boys heights

Does Brad ever take Toby out in public?

Does Brad lives alone?

Does Toby's beanie has a backstory?

How does Alex explains his human like ears?

Happy Holidays!

Why did Toby steal the book?

AU’S AND HEADCANONS

THE NEPHILIM AU

An AU where Brad is a giant and Toby is a human. Also apocalypse. Also they are not brothers.

Brad’s backstory (also his first meeting with Tobias)

Brad and Toby getting used to each other

Toby being very cute omg

What if Brad encounters his family?

A brief explanation about the AU (also giant Alex)

Siri and Brad!

HUMAN TOBY AND IMP BRAD/HUMAN ELISA AND IMP ALEX AU

It’s pretty much Euphoria, but the humans switch places with the imps and vice versa.

Brad and Toby first meeting (and what a "human Toby” is)

Human Elisa and imp Alex

More about human Siri!

NEPHILIM TOBY AND HUMAN BRAD

ANGST AND FLUFFY GOING THROUGH THE ROOF

BRAD AND TOBY FIRST MEETING AS KIDS

Brad and Toby first meeting as kids duh what else did you expect?

EXTRA -  Explanation about how the tags work

phew, dont ask me anything ever again

[randaccidents]

I've got an idea, but, I don't remember if it was mentioned (ah yeah, me and my memory of a pebble)

Alright so.

Heart with crutches.

That's all

That the whole idea

OK I HAVE BEEN. LOOKING INTO THIS TOPIC FOR AWHILE SORTA. Because my Tridential Whole!Soul ALSO has muscle weakness so I was looking up whether crutches or walking canes would be better (neither so I just made him the most stubborn stupid man alive)

But yes yes I have been quietly considering that in the background of doing the main portions of this AU. Since Heart ends up with 4 weak limbs that randomly knock out on him occasionally, and lets be honest he would want to wander the house instead of being stuck in his room all day. Let him have his hobbies!

Anyways my long ass thought process that came out of this below. Fair warning it is DEFINITELY going to be inaccurate because this is like.... an hour of research? And I am Not a mobility aid user At All.

I'm going to assume that Heart is fully weight-bearing, meaning he can place full weight on his legs (even if theyre weak)

Off topic, I did debate a walking cane but. All Four Limbs. Yeah that's not gonna work out. I also debated a wheelchair and then realized that they would have to remodel the whole dang house AND that Heart is definitely pretty vocal about having access to Things. (and also that he's nowhere near ready to accept what he's lost yet. that he's not going to be the same Heart)

On one hand, crutches (hospital standard issue variant, very often seen in media). Very nice, very cool, but imo unwieldy and not meant for lifetime use, especially in their messy ass house. Apparently they hurt the elbows if used wrong or for extended periods of time? Plus the fact that it would limit Heart a lot since he would have to not drop them aaaaaand he has a little problem called weak arms as well. And idk something about those crutches made my brain go "you've seen a better version of crutches before". No offence to crutch users its just that my brain KNOWS there's something that fits better.

And then I FINALLY remembered what the fuck I was thinking about when it came to crutches.

ELBOW CRUTCHES/FOREARM CRUTCHES

This kind! (dont axe me its on a Creative Commons license I am LEGAL)

The vibes fit better. He's still blatantly a crutch user but its more flexible? There's bars for him to catch himself on or lean his weight entirely on the occasion when all four of his limbs decide to clock out on him. (reads medical guide) And apparently elbow crutches are among the most versatile mobility aid? I did Not know that. Also the entire "weight thrown off because he no longer has to lean forward to balance out the weight of his wings" thing.

Although as a little bit of a downside, Heart doesn't accept he needs crutches initially. He's fine guys he swears. He can walk on his own, he doesn't need some stupid sticks to walk just because his legs are shaky today (immediately falls over trying to walk and almost cracks his head on the counter).

Heart takes awhile to accept that he lost something in his decision and he does, in fact, require mobility aids now. (That realization is its own bout of mourning and grief) But he will learn and adapt and accept his new normal in time. Maybe one day he will see them as just as much a part of himself as his wings once were.

(On a more lighthearted note Heart absolutely is still a gremlin that pokes Perseverance and Penitence with his new in-built poking sticks. Whacks them on the head from the sofa. Smacks the remote off the table when he sees Perseverance reaching for it because The Stick is Longer. Little things that make the crutches a stand-in for his wings. Perseverance is incredibly vexed by the fact that he cant just. Take the crutches away because that's just mean to Heart. But also please stop hitting his head and saying "bonk".)

So yes. Heart with crutches :3. Very good idea thank you.

[kaeyapilled]

The concept of alhaitham as The Archivist is so interesting. Idk of he'd handle it better or worse than Jon.

Also i think jon is more likeable despite the similarities because under the unsocial super serious mask of S1 he's super sweet and caring.

Alhaitham is kind of just. Like that. All of the time. We've never seen him act different, this is him all natural with no mask. Which is very autistic of him yeah but he's not everyone's cup of tea as a character

re: why i like jon and not alhaitham i came to the same conclusion LMAO jon was just overcompensating for how utterly terrified he was all the time on the job and alhaitham is just built like that. but tbh im warming up to him solely because of kaveh. anyway i am consumed by the idea of a tma au now. like alhaitham is a very rational person (i guess he's everything jon wanted to pretend he was?) but how much can you take before you break? like through how many statements can you keep yourself level-headed and all "facts and logic are haunting my archive"? i admittedly don't have a super good grasp of alhaithams character so i dont know how he'd take the archival job lol but i think he has that. idk. thirst for knowledge? that the eye preys on. god now that i think about it this is a delicious au im obsessed

[justfangirlstuffs]

Okay, so @feralmoonlight 's recent cowboy au art gave me serious brain worms. But I got enough on my plate, so Imma just toss these ideas out cuz I do not currently have the confidence nor the familiarity of the western genre to write any fanfic around it.

So my idea is that it is set in cowboy AU, you are a doctor or physician whatever they call the profession (if I screw up any vernacular I apologize). You come from a really well to do family and you enjoy being a doctor, you're fresh out of medical school and you love helping people. But your parents are expecting you to take over the family business which you're looking less forward to because you're all about helping people and not really much about the business side of things.

You and your family are on a train heading to meet your chosen fiance which you're not looking forward to cuz you really don't have any say in the matter. But then your train gets hit by the most infamous Outlaw duo in the county Sundrop and Moondrop. They board the train steal some loot from them Rich Folk, but alas the authorities are hot on their Trail so they need a hostage. Sun playfully asks for any volunteers. Of course no one says anything. Until you speak up, volunteering yourself because you're a good person and you don't want to see anyone else getting hurt.

They take you with them and of course there is some coldness towards them on your part because you've heard all kinds of stories about the Dirty Deeds and heinous crimes these two have committed. So imagine you're surprised when they treat you incredibly well despite the fact that you're their hostage. They find out who your folks are and get to thinking that they can hold you for a pretty hefty Ransom so they're going to hang on to you for a little while longer. Much to your chagrin.

They take you to their hidden hideout (they blindfold you so you dont know where it is) and you find that they've built themselves a little community that is primarily filled with children. You learn that most if not all of the children there have been either abused or abandoned and Sun and Moon took it upon themselves to take them in and look after them, stealing money so that they can provide them all the food and clothes and comforts that they need. (I also Imagine they called the community Kids Cove, little nod to the game, and maybe one or two other animatronics are there looking after the kids like Foxy.)

When they bring you there they learn that some of the kids are developing a type of illness and you announce that you are a doctor and ask to have a look at them. You use your medical Knowledge and Skills to not only help out the kids but let the Outlaw Duo know what sort of medicine is needed in order to treat the illness. So you decide to make yourself useful and help out the poor kids while you're being held for ransom. However the longer you're there the more at home you feel and the more you come to take a shine to the pair of Outlaws that do so much for all these kids.

And eventually, when they offer to take you home, you asked to stay. And they are only too happy to accommodate you on that.

(Cowboy AU belongs to @castercassette )

[cuckaracha]

Vampire AU angst? Pls?

I'll dust off my writing skills for this one cuz i kinda dont feel like drawing this.

News quickly flied around these parts. It was only natural given how small the town at the base of the Grim Cliff actually was. Young children played outside on a rainy day of winter while their mothers sat down to drink tea and read the good news on the local newspaper.

"The last remaining survivor of the vampire family living at the top of the Grim Cliff, House Markey, has perished."

It was a headline worthy of a festival. House Markey was no more. The vampires that had terrorized the old town had all been snuffed out one by one as they became of age. Yet rumors spread that a lonely silhouette still walked through the halls of the old mansion... And as it turned out. The rumors were true.

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Levi Fontana, the tall and well built youngest spawn of a lineage of vampire hunters, was called upon by an enigmatic town to deal with a vampire that was rumored to haunt an old mansion at the top of a cliff. The payment was surprisingly handsome. Enough to make the young hunter's eyes burn with excitement. An easy job with a good reward? He'd be a fool not to take the opportunity.

And so, the evening of that same day, he stood in front of the mansion's porch. As he forced the door open, an exorbitant amount of dust danced through the air. It had been a while since anybody had the desire to step inside.... And step out.

"Show yourself, fiend! I don't have the need to spend more time here than I want to!"

Silence.

"... You are only prolonging the inevitable monster!"

No response.

Levi had already guessed that this was going to be an irksome job, but he marched on. He searched high and low for the beast, yet the search beared no fruits. Every corner of the place was covered in dust, rodents, and insects. This house really should've just been destroyed ages ago. At least, that was the hunter thought to himself before opening the last door. It was a neatly adorned door that he could've only assumed was the entrance to a closet. And when he opened the door...

There it was. The creature that he was paid to vanquish. What was supposed to be one of the most formidable beasts of the night... There it lied, a sobbing mess, pale as the moon. With red streaks that shone as lightly and reddish as an autumn leaf. The vampire was sitting against a corner, bawling its eyes out, staring at the now opened door in fear.

"P-PLEASE! LEAVE ME ALONE!! hic I.... I-I DONT WANT TO DIE!!"

It was... Shocking. To say the least. The last thing that could've crossed Levi's head during the whole ordeal had planted itself on his mind. This thing is not a monster... He has had experience with deceitful entities in the past... But the cries of this vampire... Felt genuine.

"..." Levi could only stare in silence at the sight before him. Waiting. For his thoughts to be proven false and for the bloodsucker to attack him. But he waited for naught. The vampire just stared back at him, eyes agape. Pleading for its life.

"... Sigh. What's your name." Asked the giant man.

"... You....Why are you asking that?"

"Just tell me." Levi insisted.

"... Ace... Ace of House Markey"

The towering man took a step inside the closet, walking towards Ace, who once again cowered, closing his eyes before what he thought was his demise.

And when he opened them back up, he saw the hunter, offering his hand to him with a gentle expression. One the vampire would've never believed he'd see in his poor isolated life.

"Don't worry... I am not a threat to you. My name is Levi Fontana. And I would love to know more about you."

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When the housewifes finished their teas and the gossip had stoppes flowing through their mouths, the rain poured down harder than it had any other winter. Yet, before their broken panicked yells called out for their kids, they were already being guided. A tall, muscular man wearing a giant cape helped the kids get back to their mother's arms. The relieved women thanked the man as they noticed the caped person's blank, sad eyes piercing through his gentle facade. But before they could say anything, the man had already walked out, letting the rain drown out his figure.

The sad man wandered through the residing towns that winter. After he had met the most precious person to him. Getting to know him, care for him, pleasure him, understand him... Despite all the things he did for him behind the backs of the town that had paid him to vanquish his new love. He had forgotten a silent truth.

A Vampire and a Human can never be happy together.

[askfallenroyalty]

It occurs to me that we never saw kris or suzy in the epilogue (though I think the latter was mentioned once? Idk). Did uh… are they doing decently?

// the darkworld arc had been abandoned/retconned. while there IS a UT-universe version of Kris and Susie (assuming Frisk isn't Kris in UT, tho Kris is still very much their own person regardless) in AFR, we will only know Susie in the redraw. (again... assuming UT Susie is Suzy and not a sister like the catty and catti situation.)

x-x we just know too little about DR we don't even know how the universes mirror each other and the timelines are all WHACK. its a nightmare to write for or even theorize about. i esp dont wanna think about how they'd change in the time skips of AFR.

anyway in the redraw we'll see a LOT more of Susie as Frisk's whole journey is about befriending her. i didn't add her and MK into the epilogue because we need a proper foundation that the redraw will provide. at that point, my Susie would diverge from canon Suzy heavily as her story would be quite different.

uh. speaking of that arc...

So. My original plan for the rewrite was for Gaster and Riverperson to have worked together in the prime timeline. then gaster got yeeted from time, leaving his work behind. Then, Chara would run away to the underground looking for a purpose and an escape from Asriel's BS and the island. (though, thinking on it, logically Mt.Ebott wouldn't be on monsterland... as that's exiled from humanity. so idk about that anyway)

Anyway exploring true lab Chara accidently uncovers an artificial darkworld and gets stuck as a ghostly narrator again, this time as a cherub with Feylow. Frisk, Susie and MK would be the party and they'd have to make their way home together. I've heavily considered this portion being a fangame-only material, for better play-value.

but uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

ughhhhhhhh.

ugghghh.... gaster.

The story itself can keep gaster to a bare minimum. The guy is scattered across time. he's not directly involved at all. at most we know he did SOMETHING to chara in the prime timeline with their soul and now things are on the fritz (what caused this AU) up until fake DW, where they're possessed again.

(˘･_･˘)

I just don't want to play with DR canon at all anymore. darkworlds are inherently going to tie into that. and granted, in UT canon there's entry #17 that implies a growing darkness... it's not a stretch that Gaster could of done this. And he DID have a DT extractor, and the timeline is vague but the similar wording (and how old the core is) could imply he was around Chara's time. None of this is a stretch

buuuut working with Darkworld, even if it's a fake one, is too close to DR canon and we just don't know much yet. when i first did the darkworld, i thought it'd be a fun excursion into the same chapter 1 area... but i got too into the improv and imagination side of things without understanding the original at all. (and bad improv) it didn't really hit me that DR was it's own game and lore until Chapter 2, and I realized just how early on we are into that game's story.

I just... I can work with what I've got, I can avoid DR canon as much as I can but ultimately, I'm working with 2/7ths worth of puzzle pieces.

I don't wanna do any of this. Gaster used to be a "free for all" in the fandom to do whatever timeline/lore thing you wanted to pull of cause he was free real-estate. but now DR is treating him more and more as a character and I don't wanna touch the guy as he's going to be jossing the story.

idk what to do in all honesty. The darkworld portion IS important, Chara goes through major character development that the Continue Arc is built on. But I've been struggling with Feylow as a concept, and well, this. what the hell am I going to do.

[baconcolacan]

Did R Tord try to have some contact with Tom when he left the house?

I'm compiling all recent Regimen (+ one Stay AU) anon asks into one so I dont overwhelm my dash lmao. Question start!

Nope! Actually, Tom was the one to contact him, although he didnt realize he did as he was drunk when he did it.

I'm slightly following "canon" when it comes to Regimen so I'll just say that Tord joined the army at 18, left the guys shortly thereafter, took part in the civil war Norway got plunged into which led to a leadership position at 23. He took over that civil war group which later turned into RA so I guess technically 23 lmao, but he built up their network and expanded recruitment after the events of 'The End'

Tord did, kind of, being a military leader is a lot of work so he couldn't keep his attention on them all the time, he would peek in now and then to check if they were alive then leave it at that to address his other matters. Around this time, Tord would be pretty connected to a lot of powerful people, so its not that hard to have satellites track what was going on with the guys when he wanted to know.

R-Tord: He would tut at him, pull him as close as possible and just smile sadly. "Min kjaere, why would you say something like that?" His voice would be small, sad, soft. His touch would be gentle, cupping the sides of Tom's face as he looked at him "You are my most precious treasure, nothing about you is lacking, you are mine and I only keep the most beautiful things at my side."

Then his grip might tighten, might hurt a bit, did Tom mistake that second? Did he just imagine it? Because Tord's hold was gentle again, maybe he did imagine it.

"Never say something like that again."

S-Tord: Tom likes to joke about it sometimes, because his humor was partly self-deprecating, but this time it sounded too bitter, too personal. Tord hated when his husband got like this, it hurt to know that Tom felt this way about himself, when all that Tord ever saw was a handsome, adorable, snarky but funny person who he loved more than anything.

He would frown and shake his head at Tom. "Why would you say that kjærligheten min?"

"Uh...it's just a joke though?"

"No no," He would stand and come closer to Tom, frown still in place. He'd squish Tom's face between his hands and ignore all his protests if he has any. "I know that tone, my love. You meant it this time." He would sigh and press their foreheads together, maybe ease up on the face squishing. "You know I hate when you say that about yourself, nothing about those words are true, nothing about those thoughts are true...." He would pout and separate himself but still not let go of Tom. "Are you calling me a liar, then? When I tell you all the things about you that I love, am I a liar?"

"Tord, no-" "Then I will list aaaaallll the things I love about you until your stupid head stops making up those horrible lies!" "Oh god, Tord don't-" He'd scoop him up in his arms and spin them around, laughing. "Tooooo late! Here we go: One - I love your voice, especially when you sing, very sexy-" "OOOOH MY GOD! TORD STO-HAHAHHAP!!"

It will keep going until Tom is begging him- but smiling wide enough for Tord- to stop talking.