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like abra abra cadabra and just like that ive made 3 unnecessary but technically different AUs

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Stuck On You

Pairing: Park Sungjin x female reader

Genre: domestic au / fluff

Warnings: it gets a little spicy but nothing detailed

Word count: 1671

You woke up in the middle of the night, throwing the blankets aside so you could hook one of your legs out from under them.

God, it was so hot.

Your singlet was damp with sweat, and the blankets underneath you also felt clammy. The problem wasn’t just the summer heat, though that didn’t make it any easier either. Glancing at the sleeping man beside you, you sighed. It wasn’t Sungjin’s fault there was no room in this bed too.

It was the bed.

You’d had this bed for ten years now. Although it had seen you through your young adult years well, it was now outdated. You had travelled with it from your childhood bedroom to your first rental that you shared with some friends during university, and then from there to the apartment you moved into after graduation. You had every intention of upgrading at some point, but when you were single, it was spacious enough for one.

You hadn’t expected to fall in love with Sungjin as fast as you had. Nor had you imagined being married to him – or anyone – after only a year of dating. Whilst you were certain you would love him for the rest of your life, the early nuptials meant your savings went to a dress and a venue, not a new bed.

So here you were, sharing your double-sized bed with your husband.

Over winter, it had its perks. You definitely weren’t cold back then. But you still were limited on how much space you each had. And that was what played into your restless sleep now. You couldn’t get away from the heat of Sungjin’s body no matter how close to the edge of the bed you slept.

Calculating your combined income, you wondered if you could splurge on a new bed any time soon. You were both at the lower end of the ladder in your careers. Sungjin’s band hadn’t quite hit the big time yet, though he made a steady enough income to make ends meet. You were waiting for a promotion to increase your hourly pay.

Then you would be able to afford the bed.

Groaning, you sat up and yanked the singlet over your head. You knew it wouldn’t help with much, but one less obstruction in getting some sleep was worth it. You wrestled with your pillow until it felt as if you were in a good position and closed your eyes, wishing for sleep to come and knock you out completely.

You were awake an hour later. And this time, so was Sungjin. Your husband looked over at you miserably. “If it wouldn’t cost so much to run the air conditioning right now, I’d turn it on.”

“It doesn’t even reach our bedroom,” you lamented, and Sungjin shrugged.

“Still, maybe it would flow in here since the door is open.”

“We need a bigger bed.”

“And a new refrigerator.”

“The dryer stopped working yesterday. I’m hoping it was just because of the heat,” you added on, and both of you sighed heavily.

“Life’s hard, isn’t it?”

“It can be.”

Sungjin turned onto his side and stared at you lovingly. “It would be worse without you, Mrs Park.”

“Absolutely unbearable, Mr Park,” you agreed, leaning in to nuzzle his nose with yours.

And somehow, despite the heat and the stickiness of your bodies, you managed to fall asleep in each other’s arms, sharing your combined misery and happiness as one.

However, you weren’t entirely well-rested the following morning, and your best friend Sarah picked up on it. “What kept you awake last night? Wait. Is the honeymoon period not over yet?”

“Har-har,” you replied dryly, gulping down more of your iced coffee. “It’s so hot.”

“This heatwave is something else,” Sarah mentioned and took a bite of her muffin. She then slumped in her chair. “How did you do it by the way?”

“Do what?”

“When you and Sungjin moved in together, did you struggle at all? I have too much stuff to fit in the flat Wonpil and I have rented.”

You grinned at her. “Ah, young love.”

“Don’t young love me, we’re all around the same age. Just because you and Sungjin are acting like an old married couple.”

“We’re a struggling married couple,” you admitted with a wistful smile. “Marriage is great, but I totally get why some people save up for their lives together first. We can’t even afford a new bed any time soon, and we need it. Ours is way too small for the two of us.”

“I think I can help you guys out,” Sarah announced and you dismissed it instantly. “I know your mind instantly went to financially and that’s not what I meant. Wonpil and I are moving in together.”

“I know that much, you’ve been proclaiming about this step in your relationship for over a month now.”

“Y/N, we both have two queen-sized beds. We’re only going to need one.”

You perked up immediately, leaning over the table towards Sarah. “You know how much I adore you, right?!”

“If you and Sungjin can help us move this weekend, I’ll give you the bed, and anything else you want that I can’t fit in at the flat.”

Sliding your blouse’s sleeves up your forearms for emphasis, you beamed at your friend. “Name a time, and we’ll be there with our muscles at the ready!”

You were exhausted again, but this time was from helping Wonpil and Sarah move house. Once they were both settled in at their new flat, you used the band’s van to transport the second bed and Wonpil’s dryer back to your own home. Dinner was ordered in, and you spent most of the evening relaxing on the couch with Sungjin until you decided it was finally time for bed.

Despite the lack of energy you had, you skipped down to the bedroom, eyeing the new addition to the room. You had discarded your old bed into your spare room for now and all that was left was to make the bed.

Sungjin slipped his arms around your waist and rested his head upon your shoulder. “You’re too happy.”

“Of course! We’re going to have so much space. And this bed is almost new too. Sarah only got it at the start of the year.”

“I love seeing you this happy.”

“And you’re not? I bet you’ll be glad to wake up tomorrow and not have to lift my legs off of yours.”

“You do that to be close to me, not because the bed naturally rolls us together,” Sungjin teased, going around his side of the bed and laying on the bare mattress. He glanced over at you and patted the empty side for you to join him. “I’m too tired to even make this bed. Can’t we do that tomorrow?”

Once sprawled out on the mattress, you giggled. “It’s like a new beginning now. We finally have a bed big enough for newlyweds.”

“Then you know what happens with a new beginning,” he suggested, his gaze warming you up. “I think we’ll have to christen this.”

“Do you even have any energy left? You just mentioned how tired you were.”

Sungjin grinned wickedly, scooping you up in his strong embrace. “I always have energy when it comes to loving you.”

You groaned, feeling how sweaty you were again. Opening your eyes, you glanced around the darkened bedroom, washing your eyes over Sungjin. You couldn’t see all of his face due to how it was buried into your shoulder. His legs were entangled with yours, and an arm was over your waist.

You couldn’t help but grin at the irony.

Even with all the space in the world, your husband was basically on top of you once again. You’d been sharing this queen-sized bed for a month now, and in the beginning, you rejoiced by having so much extra room. However, your bodies always migrated to one another in the middle of the night, and you’d wake up in the morning snuggled into his side.

You silently apologised to your last faithful bed for all the times you had cursed it out.

You managed to get a little more sleep until you felt Sungjin stir beside you, trying to unwind himself away from you. However, you blindly moved along the bed with him.

“And you complained about how little space we had,” he whispered, thinking you were still asleep.

“I guess old habits are hard to break,” you responded and opened your eyes, Sungjin instantly smiling when your gaze connected with his. You moved your hand up to cup his jaw fondly. “I woke up earlier sweating. I think we need to splurge on a fan or something. Then we might be able to keep cool.”

“Or we could get a body pillow and stick it between us as a line not to cross.”

You giggled. “You and I both know we’d discard that. Let’s face it. We can’t bear to be apart from one another.”

“Stuck on you,” Sungjin mused, nodding softly. “I should write a song about it.”

“Lyrics about the realities of married life? Will you write about us fighting over who was meant to empty the dishwasher last night too?”

“Domestic life isn’t one that we’ve sung about enough in the band. Maybe the guys will humour me over it,” Sungjin suggested with a chuckle, and you snuggled into his chest, enjoying the remaining vibration of his humour.

“Wonpil and Jae both live with their girlfriends now, I’m sure they’d be down for it.”

“You know, even if we got the biggest bed size possible, I don’t think I could ever sleep on a side away from you.”

“You can’t get enough of me, huh?” you teased, and Sungjin captured your lips in a lazy kiss.

“Babe, like you said before old habits are hard to break. And maybe I don’t want to try and break them either.”

“You’re worth losing sleep over,” you agreed, pecking his lips again.

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[khrmutual]

"When you become untouchable you're unable to touch" for the phrase thing!!

Vampire AU: Mukuro is just straight up a vampire. Rather than having gone to hell six times, he’s simply never stopped living and will continue to do so for the rest of eternity (Unless, of course, he gets a good ol’ stake to the heart.)

Uses his mist flames in order to trick people into inviting him into places. It’s kind of difficult to enjoy leisurely activities if you need an invite into every building.

Man is absolutely tortured by the concept of living an endless existence and believes that living strips the world of meaning

He still has an absolute trash sense of fashion, except it’s less tacky and more... outdated.

Faced with the horror that is eternity, Mukuro spends most of his time writing shitty poetry about it

He’s still a murderer, unfortunately,

Vain as hell, no longer remembers what he even looks like

Became entangled with the Maffia due to an unfortunate coincidence, now says that he has “all the time in the world to eradicate them”

Still, has that revenge plot going on, but this time it’s more of a hobby, fucking vampires

He really should consider therapy, mental health care has come a long way since the 14th century

Mukuro has a tendency to dramatically monologue at the moon about his ongoing, unceasing existential crisis. He will do this in front of anyone, at any time, anywhere

He has never eaten a hotdog

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WIP(s) Intro: Liber Elementa

the long awaited post

Liber Elementa is the name of my future show(hopefully!) and its universe of stories based on the Periodic Table of Elements.

It revolves around a group of immortal young adults who each represent an element of the periodic table. Each and every element possesses a lively and layered personality which fuels each of their stories as they wrestle to reconcile their element with their humanity. (I really love each and everyone of these dweebs :)) Tentatively, the final goal is to produce a show where various stories are told over multiple episodes revolving around different characters(hopefully it’s not confusing though!!!).

Though I find it hard to pin down an age range as there are so many different personalities abound, it is definitely more mature and recommended for older teens and up for safe measure, though some of it is tame enough for teens, it just depends on what characters you are dealing with. The themes are treated maturely and in depth dealing with death, morality, immortality, love, and identity among many others. As genres, it can fit under action, slice-of-life, drama, romance ;), comedy(bc it can’t be all deep and gritty yo) and historical at times. But what mostly determines the feel of a story is the characters that comprise it. 

So let’s introduce the pilot and other stories below.

Liber Elementa Pilot:

This is the first episode of the show and most likely a test run of what the show will look like. Eventually, I desire for it to be animated with voice acting and music and all that fun jazz. 

It is written in script form to make transfer onto the screen easier.

Right now, I’m writing a new script from scratch. Liber Elementa is actually a couple of years old and as its grown, it’s gone through many forms and it continues to evolve. Thus there are actually a few, 3 to be precise, iterations of the 1st episode script that are outdated and lacking direction. I’ve decided to reboot the original first story premise with lots of scrapping of old ideas and reconstructing, in certain cases, characters. As I’ve grown as a writer, it makes me proud to see how far I’ve come, but it also necessitates this new re-haul.

So here’s the actual exciting part: what it’s about.

It revolves two groups of characters: one is the “DNA squad” comprising of Carbon, Oxygen, Hydrogen, Phosphorus and Nitrogen. The other is Silicon and his “employees” Tin and Indium who work of Silex Corp.

It takes the place in the modern era as they face the consequences of their pasts and the decisions they must make in the ever-changing times. I haven’t quite figured out everything yet, but Silicon has a very important role as we are in the information age.

It’s more lighthearted and full of found family, antics and bad puns.

Hopefully, I’ll post someday profiles for them :3

Other works:

The Earth and the Sun

A separate post will be made in depth about The Earth and the Sun, but it’s a little idea that grew into a full blown story that I’ve been writing to try out my story skills.

Status: First draft (20,000 words so far)

Synopsis: Some names are famously embedded in the human psyche, yet Tellurium, obscure and seemingly forgettable, wishes to hide in obscurity. But when instead he finds himself entangled with the affluent and arrogant Gold, he is forced to question the reality he believes in and the buried past that fosters it.

Ambition

Status: First draft (1,500 words so far)

Synopsis: Edvard Jordsten’s short life has not added up to much so far, but he believes he’s destined for greatness. After a bout of fatal winter illness, he finds himself thrust into the strange world of the elements and assuming the name of the recently discovered element silicon. It turns out finding his place in the world is harder than he thought, but he’s not going to let that stop him.

Liber Elementa Inversion

That werid crazy AU for experimenting. It’s not really canon in any sense, but it’s basically the premise of the DNA squad being the headline good guys turned on its head. Instead, it’s a world where they strike the death and fear in the hearts of the elements in a dark post-apocalyptic atmosphere. Ah yes, smell that good angst?

Short stories:

The Executioner(Completed)

Summary: It is an executioner’s job to put others to death and today is no exception.

Burnt Cookies(Completed)

Summary: When the battle is over and won, finding your footing again is difficult, especially when the world cannot let yourself forgive and forget the sins you’ve committed.

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Well, by no means is this list complete! There are plenty of story arc ideas that I haven’t written out solid substance and many WIPs I’ve put off to the side during the busy year I’ve had. This is most likely my working master post where I’ll eventually link WIPs and add and subtract as things come and go in my immediate radar.

For tags, all things Liber Elementa(aka under this post) will be tagged #liber elementa and #LE. The pilot will be tagged the same with “pilot” attached.

Any OCs mentioned in the post be #oc: *character name here*

For individual WIPs, they will be tagged with lowercase names and properly capitalized abbreviations, for example The Earth and the Sun posts will be tagged with #the earth and the sun and #TEatS

Thank you for reading!

Next is most likely going to be introducing The Earth and the Sun and its main cast. :D

[kokomatcha]

Vigilante!All Might x Reader snippet

Here’s a snippet of the first chapter of my Vigilante!All Might x reader AU. Again, it’s self indulgent, but I’m not sure if I’ll be focusing on this one, or my other ones, but this is the one that kind of just started flowing so I went with it.  Again, I only have my iPad and touch keyboard, which gets very moody so sometimes it’s hard to type.  I just wanted to post a sample of my writing so people know what I offer and not get too excited so they won’t get their hopes up because I haven’t even really posted anything and have people following me/liking my posts, but I guess I’m worried about being disappointing as a writer so here’s a sample for you to decide if you like my writing or not!  Cheers!

*edit* whoops forgot a synopsis that might help!

You’re an ER nurse, quirkless, and on the verge of burnout.  

At least, you thought you were quirkless until an opportunity arises that shows you were never quirkless, it’s just that you were never in a situation that utilized your quirk.  All your childhood dreams of being a super hero with an amazing quirk were effectively dashed at a young age, but upon the horrifying truth of your quirk, you realize that it was better to let sleeping dogs lie and that being quirkless was not the worst thing in the world.

Now you’re mandatorily enlisted to support the supposed law enforcement that was meant to protect and serve civilians and the general population, but you find yourself entangled in the corruption.  You’re only hope is a chance meeting with a strange man, and the infamous villain All Might.  But is he really the villain that the media and government paints him out to be?

You repressed what would have been an obscenely large yawn, briefly raising the back of your hand to hover over your mouth, a strangled noise resulting in the back of your throat and the warmth of creeping tears welling up behind your eyelids that you blinked away before they threatened to spill over.  You let your hand drop limply back to your side as you stepped out of the emergency room into the waiting room, or what you and your coworkers most commonly referred to as ‘The Pit,’ with a clipboard clutched to your chest.

It was packed with a variety of different potential patients, all of whom jerked their gaze to you the moment you entered, you’re stethoscope hung around your neck over you’re patterned scrubs (it was the only real choice you had to show your individuality so you’re damn right they were cute) marking you like a giant target out in an empty field.  It never failed to make you feel like a piece of meat on display to a pack of wild animals.  You could practically feel them humming with anxious energy as they all individually willed you to their direction, to be the lucky ticket holder to be able to walk through those double doors and have their emergency dealt with.

‘Sorry,’ you thought dully with no real sincerity as you walked past a few people before stopping at your intended target, ‘but the lucky contestant is—‘

“Hello,” you greet with a smile plastered onto your face, stretching the corners of your mouth turning it into more of a grimace than a genuine expression of greeting.  It was a sort of instinctual mechanism you’ve developed over time in your career, all teeth and no tongue, a reminder of the harsh reality that the medical world cared less about actual medical practice and more about customer service (and money). However, you had plenty of time and situations to practice pulling off that award-winning smile of false assurance in even the most dire situations that could fool most.  

For example, it had the intended effect on the young boy with a mess of wild dark green hair and freckles dotting over his small cheeks, still rounded with residual baby fat.  His already impossibly large eyes widened as you now stood before him, a nervous smile returned in response to yours as he fidgeted with a tattered note book in his hands, something he clearly used to distract himself while waiting.  Your smile softened a small bit out of genuine concern. He was probably a preteen, barely even twelve, but admittedly you found looks and age never coincided well in your line of work.

He seemed to sense your sincerity, his smiling becoming less stiff and his shoulders relaxing as the hands in his lap were no longer ringing the poor notebook to confetti. 

Your gaze drifted over to the man at his side just in time to see him double over in a coughing fit.  Without even batting an eye you grabbed a box of tissues sitting on top a table full of outdated magazines, as well as fished out one of the unused disposable mask from your scrub pocket.   You held them out to the man as an offering, but he kept his gaze down and only glared at your proffered hand in response, opting to use a closed fist as his means of infection control.

It was clear who your patient was as the scent of copper assaulted your senses, and it was fairly obvious how your shift would play out if this would be your first patient.

Wonderful, you thought without any trace of humor as you placed the mask and box of tissue on the table and waited patiently for his coughing fit to subside.

The boy seemed to jump to his feet, hovering over the clearly emancipated form of the man hunched over in his seat.  His eyes were heavy with dark shadows, cheekbones and chin sharply defined from his sunken cheeks, his teeth bared and stained with blood as he struggled to control his coughing fit.  Your assessment was running through your head, assumptions already swimming to the surface of your mind as you surveyed him from head to toe.

Loose, ill-fitting clothing hung from his skeletal frame, decorated with an array of damage and stains from long term use.  His skin stretched thin over bony prominence in his joints, including the nape of his neck and down his spine that you managed to catch a glimpse of while he was hunched over.  He wore a long sleeved black shirt with khaki colored cargo pants, cinched together with a belt around his thin waist with a large, gaudy looking belt buckle.  His blond hair was unkempt, probably dry and fragile from poor nutritional intake, sticking up in all directions aside from two distinctive locks that flopped about his face during his coughing fit.  

Drug user?  Addict?  With his long sleeves you couldn’t tell if there was any injection sites.  Hemoptysis indicated something with the respiratory system or maybe digestive system?  Obviously lung issues were present.  Pneumonia? Cancer?  Definitely need to start IV fluids—

“—fine.”

You must have been lost in your thoughts because the man was now standing and you had to take a step back, your eyes widening as you took in his full height.  His posture was poor, but god, he still towered over you.  He was clearly well over six feet,  maybe seven?  Now that he was standing, you almost flinched at how obviously malnourished this man appeared to be.  The shirt he wore was three sizes too large and hung very loosely around his neck, giving you glimpse of his clavicles protruding sharply above his chest.

But his eyes were still what unnerved you the most. 

You realize that the sound of his voice, a deep rich baritone that you hardly expected to come out of such a fragile looking man, was what pulled you from your reverie.  He had been brushing off the young boy when he waved the tissues out to him almost frantically.

You realized you must have been staring, frozen in place from his gaze, but the moment he turned to address the boy at his side, you seemed to regain your senses, feeling a bit shaken.  You really didn’t think you’ve ever met someone with an eye color that was such a shockingly bright shade of blue.

Slightly intimidated by his height, you regained your composure as you put on your best assertive, yet friendly customer service voice.

“If you could please follow me?  I’ll guide you to your room and then we can triage you, Mr—?”

You already knew his supposed name (from the shoddily attempted paperwork that was scribbled in by the boy at his side.  You highly doubted this man would have bothered to even look at the paperwork given his current attitude) but you trailed off, giving him a chance to fill in the blanks to try and build rapport in the short amount of time you would have to assess him.  However, judging by his posture and resistance to the offer of even a small tissue, you could already tell how smoothly this interaction would go.

He scowls in response, those shockingly bright blue eyes contrasting sharply with the dark shadows overcasting his gaze, piercing you from their depths.

Right.

“Alright, Himawari-san, if you and your son would just follow me,” you motioned them towards the silver double doors.

The expression on the man’s face was absolutely priceless and you thanked the higher powers above you to help turn your day around, because this reaction alone was definitely enough to help you handle whatever would be thrown your way the rest of the day.

You really should have known better than to jinx yourself like that.

“My name’s not... He’s not—“ the man didn’t seem to know where to begin, his protests flying at the same time as the boy spoke, but a coughing fit overtook the rest of his response before he could finish.

“I-I’m not his son!” The boy supplied quickly, flustered as a dark hue spread across his cheeks, his freckles even more prominent in his embarrassment.  

You felt a little bad for teasing.  You knew this was obviously not the man’s name, and it was probably a struggle for this boy to find a suitable name to use in the interim.  In addition to the ridiculous (yet ironically, strangely fitting) name chosen, you knew this could not be the man’s son.  But it did put into question why this boy was trying so hard to help some stranger who didn’t even seem to want to give him the time of day, let alone his own name.

You’ve been surprised before, but this time your assumptions were correct and you were more than entertained by the results.  

Your patient was less than amused by the way he gruffly passed his sleeve over his mouth to wipe away the remnants of blood dripping down his chin and shot a dark look at both you and the boy, who flinched in response.  

“Alright, my apologies,” you attempted to placate the man as you directed him in the direction of the emergency room.  Surprisingly, he let you lead him by the elbow with no resistance, though a glower was still present on his face.  You heard movement from behind you and saw the young boy was getting ready to follow.  You paused before turning to the boy with an apologetic look.

“I’m sorry, but if you’re not family and he doesn’t consent to your presence, I think you’ll have to go home,” you told the boy, a twisting in your chest at the drop in his expression. “But thank you for your assistance.  You’re very kind.”

“O-oh, you... you don’t have to thank me, I just... uh,” the boy stuttered, flustered by your praise, gaze darting to his shoes as he fiddled with the straps of his backpack.  “I-I understand.  But, um... c-could you update me later?  Just... just so I know he’s okay?”

His voice sounded so hopeful and you felt your heart sink.  Due to legality, you couldn’t very well volunteer any information to anyone that wasn’t approved by the patient unless they were incoherent or had some sort of power of attorney, and even then it could be complicated.  Especially if your patient was a stubborn gentlemen who refused to even give you said basic and pertinent information.

The dour man was already at the emergency room entrance and was looking at you impatiently, ready to get this experience over with.  Quickly you grabbed the boy’s hands and offered your pen as you gestured to his notebook.

“Tell you, what, kiddo.  Write your name and number on a piece of paper and I’ll give it to Sunshine over there so he can call you and update you himself?” 

The young boy beamed at the suggestion and hurriedly scribbled down the information before ripping out the piece of paper and handing it to you excitedly before giving you and your patient an enthusiastic wave.  Turning and stumbling out of the waiting room, he waved once more from outside as the doors closed, effectively cutting him off from sight.

You carefully folded the piece of paper and placed it in your scrub pocket before turning to your patient.  If possible, his expression had darkened significantly with his hands clenched into fists at his side, most likely at the promise you had forced upon him.

“Ah, sorry.  Did you prefer to give me your real name after all?”

As expected, your only response was a glare with those unnerving, piercing blue eyes.

You tilted your head and walked over to him before pushing open the doors, gesturing with a flourish to keep the doors open for him as you smiled widely.  For once, it was genuine and this seemed to catch the man off guard, his expression relaxing from its furrowed brow to that of wary confusion.

“Himawari-san it is then!  Shall we?” You gave an exaggerated bow, attracting the attention of your coworkers and patients alike who began to giggle at the display, amused by your antics.

The scowl back in full force, your patient shoving open the doors roughly, probably hoping they would slam in your face or on one of your limbs after he passed through.  You couldn’t hold back your sigh, catching the doors so that they would swing gently closed behind you.

If looks could kill, you’d probably be dead a thousand times over.

Thank you for taking the time to read and I hope you enjoyed it!  I take a while to write tho given my situation with my iPad also I have an old man back with no desk or chair so I hunch over to write which can be tiring, haha.  

Also I decided to keep the Japanese honorifics to keep things uniform for later because I’ll probably use things like ‘-kun’ ‘-chan’ and such and it’s kind of hard to find English equivalents for them so I hope that won’t be a huge issue to some.  Also, Himawari means sunflower which is, of course, a little jab at how the Vigilante!All Might in my fic is kind of grouchy compared to use usual sunflowery authentic self, but he’ll become warmer, if I ever get around to it!

And of course sorry for grammar and spelling errors, but other than that thank you for taking the time to read!  Have a wonderful day!

[vvickydisc]

I would love to hear about your three AUs! (Entangled, Springlock and Ribbons Attached)

All of them have gorgeous designs!!!

tysm!!! honestly i wish i did a little more with the springlock designs but didnt know what more i could do xd let me try my best explaining these aus haha, feel free to ask for elaboration!

Entangled AU

cos it rhymes with gangle :)

Is about Jax being stuck in a dating simulator with the hostess being, Ringleader Gangle!

In this AU, Gangle is a AI whos aware shes not real. So she tries to not be too attached to whoever plays, its hard since shes programmed to love em' throughout them playing the game correctly, because if they win they wont play again

She used to miss/yearn for the player(s) return but fucked around with coding to get rid of this feeling by deleting some saved data, ensuring Gangle won't even remember them if they 'won' and left the game

How to win is basically romancing Gangle and confessing your love to her, allowing you to leave the game. Which is why Jax is stuck here because he can't/won't "win the game" (Theres no reason for this, hes just being a stubborn asshole)

Despite Jax not playing the 'dating' part of the simulator or earning her affection in the correct way, Gangle falls in love with Jax oddly enough. The reasons as to why will be explored in the future!

couple of notes!

* Within this AU it's just them! The others won't be in this AU xd but im willing to explore some designs of how they mightve looked like

* Shoutout to the person who thought this was a Balan Wonderworld AU because Gangle was totally based off Balan with Jax being based off NiGHTS

Ribbons Attached AU

like 'strings attached' and jax being the puppeter of gangle *wave off hand* you get it

If you like the asshole aspect of Jax and want him to be worse while liking Ribbun this may be the AU for you!

In this AU! Jax is actually a dead person stuck haunting this game as the Ringleader, no i won't explained how he died and how hes in the game just listen to cabinet man by lemon demon

It's quite a simple AU though, Jax makes torturous adventures based off the others fear. Gangle's prevalent fear in this AU is claustrophobia.

His main goal is to make the cast abstract for a laugh and possibly to not feel lonely? Since if they did abstract, its not like they can leave.

It's why his favorite is Gangle! He'd hate for her to leave somehow.

couple of notes!

* All the cast has some sort of clown names, Gangle being Jingle because of her bells.

* I like to think each "Ringleader!Character" has their gimmick. With Caine having "all seeing eyes" I like to imagine Jax has many expendable and extendable hands/arms? not like a spider!! think of floating gloves/hands

Springlock AU

cos... gangle has springs and.. jax is a dead guy whos trapped as a rabbit.... you can only understand if you know about fnaf

In this AU, it's also kinda simple. I've been bouncing between the idea if I should keep Gangle as a AI and Jax as a human or just make them both human or both AI but its basically: Jax is Caine and Gangle is Bubble

Its a bit blaaand at the moment but hopefully I can come up with some ideas for this one..

The cast includes: Pomni, Kafumo, Queenie, Ragatha, Zooble and Kinger :) thanks for reading!! and sorry for answering this late :c

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does entangled jax know the game will end once he says i love you or is he just being stubborn

stubborn but also he knows

[vvickydisc]

i desperately want the entangled AU ending where jax confesses and gets booted from the game, causing mutual angst for both parties. i need to see them cry and suffer for eachother so badly

ive been debating with myself if i should have a exit or not in the entangled au and i think... itd be more angsty if there wasnt a exit/couldnt get booted after a confession