#this is also uhh based off of an au

[hdra77]

i got 5P x NSH brainrot help

[crosshatchedaces]

"My son, you have been through an immeasurable pain that I cannot take away.”

[kana7o]

sketch comm for Sky_lashark on twitter!! Anakin wanted to protect him…. 🥺

[tigergendermoved]

I was discussing with my mom if bcs and brba characters were animals and we came to few absolute conclusions other than Walter would be a really ugly horse and Lydia would be one of those greyhounds that is constantly shaking even in 100 degree heat. I do have more ideas tho

[bad-kendi]

I need to decorate her sleeves i think

[mageofmindfr]

I'm thinking of turning this blog from only classpect analysis to just be the blog where I talk homestuck?

Like, I'd still do analysis (... sometime in the future. I'm working on it.) but also then I could talk (and maybe draw??) stuff for my AU that I've been working on for a while, or talk about my troll OCs beyond when their classpects finally show up in my askbox?

IDK I just want to do more stuff with this blog because writing these analyses takes up a casual 4+ hours to do all the making sure canon supports my theories (or at least doesn't outright disprove anything) part and recently that time of my weekends is being taken up by being Very Busy with homework (but hey, four years from now I'll be able to tell people I know what I'm talking about in regards to media analysis because I'll have a degree in that stuff, so, y'know, worthy sacrifices and all that jazz)

Uhm.

[tiddygame]

hello im sorry i wrote more for @myriadblvck ’s streamer au ghoap

I time travelled and around 4,000 words magically appeared in a document titled: "you didn't juju on the fucking beat soap" I think I was possessed by something. anyways here’s that:

tw: is it a panic attack? is it just typical ghost angst? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ just be careful it's mostly fluffy (ghost is mean to himself cause he almost kissed soap on the forehead)

also i just realized after i wrote this whole thing, this is based on my general knowledge of dog tags… as an american. writing about the british military. so if you know your shit about the british military, uhh sorry in advance. my bad. from a very brief search i think a lot of it’s the same or at least same enough but this might hurt for people that know a thing or two. whoops!

fun fact: did you know for a brief stint (iirc, >40 years from around 1960s to 2010ish) the american military was printing soldiers’ ss numbers on their tags? yeah can’t imagine why they switched back to serial numbers.

Ghost had been pacing outside of his office for three minutes before he actually entered. When he did, he didn’t say a word. Just sat down in one of the chairs, fidgeting. It wasn't that uncommon of an occurrence, he was normally either gathering his thoughts before talking to Price about something more personal or hiding from what/whoever he didn't feel like dealing with.

When it came to mission debriefs, he was clear and concise. However, personal matters were a different story, and based on the way he anxiously opened and closed his hand, he'd guess this was a personal matter.

Price didn’t ask. He knew that whatever it was Simon needed to say would come out eventually. For now, he continued filling out paperwork and trying to figure out what it was that had Ghost so worked up.

Honestly, there wasn't much guesswork involved. Chances were, it was probably yet another leave request. He knew from Gaz (who was such an awful gossip he sometimes wondered how the man made it through interrogation training) that Simon had been visiting some social media person he had taken a liking to.

(Look, yes, Price knew about Twitch and live streaming and everything. He’s not actually that old. However, as long as he kept up the front of the old man who complained about the keyboard on his phone being too small, he didn’t have to deal with social media. Sure, it caused all of them to joke that he was geriatric and on his last legs, but he was able to convince Roach that he doesn’t know what TikTok is, meaning he wasn’t in charge of reviewing all the bullshit he and Gaz posted. A fair trade if you ask him.)

He also knew that Gaz was convinced the two were in love to the point that he and Roach had a bet going to see when they would get together. Price thought it was rather stupid, but he had to admire their ability to keep it under wraps; if the lieutenant found out they’d been placing monetary bets on his love life, he had a feeling he would need to find replacements for the 141.

Regardless, Price hoped that one day Simon would tell him about the friend but, until then, he was happy to fill out any paperwork that would get the poor man off base. God knows that idiot needs a vacation.

Simon was bouncing his leg, messing with his fingers, and staring off into space.

Three of his nervous habits at once? He must be even more worked up about this than Price thought. But, he was a patient man. It was about seven minutes of companionable silence before Simon spoke.

“I need replacement dog tags. I seem to have lost mine.”

Price looked up. He could see the chain around his neck and the outline of them still under his shirt.

"You do?" Price shuffled his documents around, eventually finding a blank piece of paper he could write on.

"Yes sir."

“And do you know what happened to them?”

“I believe they were knocked off during the fight from the last mission. I didn’t notice until later that night when we were back at base.”

Price paused and looked up from where he had been writing.

The last mission had been an odd one. Ghost normally stuck further away, their eagle-eyed lieutenant typically stayed at long to mid-range, watching for hostiles and making sure whoever else was in the field wouldn’t get caught off guard by someone they hadn’t seen.

During the last mission, he decided to engage at close range, a far cry from his usual approach of sniping hostiles from the shadows.

At one point, their lieutenant had been tackled and almost strangled. The fight had pretty much ended, his attacker was the only one left there. Ghost, being The Ghost, dispatched him with ease, but it stuck out to Price. Ghost may prefer to stay further back, but that didn’t mean that his hand-to-hand combat skills were lacking by any means.

He remembered thinking at the time that it was a clumsy mistake, that Ghost would have had to be intentionally trying to fuck up to get knocked down. He assumed the man had just been caught off guard, but he knew that theory wouldn’t hold up to any scrutiny. Ghost isn’t one to get caught off guard.

What was stranger yet still was Ghost specifically pointing it out in his mission report, calling even more attention to it.

Price set his pen down and leaned back in his chair.

“You planned this?”

“I plead the fifth,” said the British man.

Price just continued to stare, curious to see if this was actually going where he thought it was going.

“Is this off the record?” Simon eventually asked.

“Of course,” almost everything the 141 did was of dubious legality. Not reporting a conversation about possible wasted assets was far from the worst thing that had been swept under the rug.

“Then yes.”

“Why?”

Simon didn’t answer. Price waited, giving the man time to gather his thoughts, but based on the way his mouth opened and closed before he slumped in his chair, it seemed he didn’t know what to say at all.

Price had an inkling he might know what this was about.

“You know, Gaz likes to keep me informed,” Ghost looked up at him, somewhat panicked yet resigned, like he already knew what Price was going to say.

“He tells me you have a certain someone you’ve been visiting?”

“Yes.”

“Is this person a friend or…?” Ghost once again paused, calculating the potential consequences of his available responses.

He didn’t answer.

“Hmm,” Price paused, wondering how far to push before he continued, “You want to give this person your old dog tags?”

“Yes.”

Of course he would pre-plan “losing” his dog tags. Price mentally chuckled, leave it to Simon to be such a sap that he wanted to give someone his dog tags yet still make sure to follow protocol so he never actually risked going without them.

He had to hand it to him, it wasn’t a bad plan.

Price had a smile now, knowing his grumpy hard-ass lieutenant had a sweetheart he wanted to be sappy with.

“Romantic or platonic?” Price tried again.

“… I don’t know,” he’d never seen Simon look quite so… forlorn.

Hmm… That would explain his hesitancy.

He was pushing how much Simon was willing to divulge.

“And does this person know the significance of you giving them your dog tags?”

Well, curiosity killed the cat…

“No, they don’t.”

…But satisfaction brought it back. How interesting, the plot thickens.

“Do you plan on telling them?”

There was a long pause, after which it dawned on Price, “You want to give them your dog tags because they don’t know.”

It wasn’t a question, he already knew. Simon somehow slumped further, attempting to hide his face as if he weren’t wearing a balaclava.

His grumpy hard-ass lieutenant. Absolutely smitten with someone yet too shy to say anything, deciding on a quiet confession, one they likely wouldn’t pick up on.

Price chuckled, jotting down the necessary information he would need when he got his hands on the right paperwork, polishing up some of the details of Ghost’s story to make it more believable, before reading off what he had written to Ghost to make sure he got everything right. Ghost nodded once, and that was that.

“Replacement tags will probably be here in two to three weeks.”

“I would like to request leave for two to three weeks from now.”

Price handed him the form, having already grabbed it. He noticed how the man seemed to calm at just the thought of getting to visit his mystery person.

Oh, he thought to himself.

I am definitely joining Roach and Gaz’s bet.

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They were lying on the daybed in his streaming room, or, well…

No, that’s not quite right.

Simon was lying on the daybed.

Johnny was lying on top of Simon.

His computer was still softly playing quiet (non-DMCA) music from where his stream had just ended. Instead of turning it off, he had decided to unplug his headset and leave it on, the music just loud enough to be heard.

Simon was sleepily scrolling through his phone, trying to pretend like he hadn’t almost dropped several times while dozing off, desperately trying to stay awake. Johnny had watched his struggle and decided to lay down right on top of Simon, not even trying to pretend like he was trying to fit on the remaining space on the daybed. Why would he when Simon was right there?

It was meant to be a joke, having thrown himself on top of him to annoy the man into sleeping on an actual bed (he claimed he wasn’t tired but the comically loose grip on his phone and the waking world said otherwise.) However, unfortunately for said sleepy man, Simon was very, very comfortable.

His head was resting on Simon’s chest, arms under his back like he actually was just a pillow, one hand reaching higher to feel where Simon’s hair had begun to grow out slightly.

I wonder if he would let me help him cut it…

Simon had said he was like a clingy cat, his free hand running through his hair in the same manner one would pet a cat to prove his point. The joke's on him though, he likes it.

Simon had tried to stop but Johnny didn’t let him, threatening to tickle him if he did.

(“I’m not ticklish, I just don’t want you throwing a tantrum.”

“Yeah, sure. Whatever you say,” he was definitely ticklish, and one of these days he was going to prove it.)

At some point, Simon had given up on keeping a grip on his phone, letting it drop to the side. They would probably have to go digging through the cushions to get it out of whatever crevice it had fallen to. As of right now, the idea of ever leaving his spot was comical at best.

The sun had begun to set, orange and pink tinted light filtering through the sheer curtains, making everything look more like a dream. Or maybe it was just the proximity to the man below him that was making him feel so serene.

Johnny took a second to inhale and exhale slowly, appreciating the moment. He hoped that this memory, this beautiful tranquility with Simon, would be something he cherished for a long time to come.

He knew that they had things to do. Soon, Simon would be catching a flight at some ungodly hour, headed back to save the world yet again. But for now, he was happy to nap away in their own little bubble. He never was a religious man but here in the arms of Simon Riley, he was tempted to think heaven was real, and that it was right in front of him.

“I almost forgot,” Simon mumbled, not sounding any more awake than he looked, reaching up for the collar of his shirt. Thankfully, the hand that was running his hair remained. He didn’t like proving the cocky bastard right, but he probably would have thrown a tantrum had he tried to remove it.

“They had some fuck up along the line or something and accidentally printed me an extra set of dog tags. I was just gonna toss ‘em but thought you might want—”

Johnny was now wide awake, sitting up and yanking the chain out of his hands.

“Don’t you fucking dare throw them away, of course I want them!” Simon’s face reddened, a frequent treat for Johnny now that he had gotten more comfortable going without the mask. Simon might have been good at keeping a poker face, but without his mask, he was a blushing mess.

He wondered if the blush was from his obvious jubilation at the gift or if it was because he was now straddling the man. Such pesky details, however, (even ones that would keep future Johnny awake at night) were far less important than examining the necklace in his hands.

It was obvious this was the older set, the metal worn and dented in some spots though the writing was still clearly visible.

“Calm down, I’m not going to take it from you,” the gruff tone was severely undermined by the aforementioned blush. It was hard to sound tough while half asleep on a daybed and being used as another man’s pillow.

Johnny stared at them for a little bit longer, feeling every dent and wondering the story behind how they got there, before putting them on.

He smiled at the man under him, “How do I look?”

He was going to joke, asking if he looked like a rough and tough soldier ready for war, but something in Simon’s eyes made him stop short.

He was looking with… with… Reverence was far too intense of a word for the softness of the moment but it was the only word that came to mind.

Simon reached up with his hand, grabbing the tags, his knuckles grazing his chest.

Well, that’s just fucking unfair.

Simon was supposed to be the blushy one. Not him, goddammit!

Though, he thinks when they make eye contact, they end up tied for who is blushing the most. They stare for a while, maybe it should have felt awkward but it was too adoring for either to feel any form of uncomfortability.

Neither moved.

It was Johnny that broke first, smiling at him, yet again tracing all of the scars he could see. It was his new favorite hobby, especially when Simon would blush making the scars on his face all the more visible.

He took one more second to sleepily appreciate the man before him, then went back to using him as a pillow. His hands went back to where they were before, one under Simon’s back and one playing with his hair. His head, however, did not fall back to his chest, instead resting in the crook of his neck and shoulder.

Simon’s hand returned to running through his hair, his other now coming up to rest on his back, rubbing up and down a few times before the sleepiness from earlier fully returned with his hand stopping somewhere around the small of his back.

Johnny leaned up slightly and gave a chaste kiss to the part of his neck that he could reach, then settled back to where he was. The hand in his hair paused.

“Thank you, Simon.”

A second of delay, and then the hand continued.

“You’re welcome, Johnny.”

Simon shuffled slightly, getting comfy before—

A kiss, on his forehead.

He couldn’t stop the blush and smile if he wanted to. He snuggled closer before drifting off to sleep.

When he woke, he was in his bed, practically tucked in. His window had been opened slightly, blackout curtains that had been drawn closed now swaying slightly with the breeze. When he focused, he realized he could smell petrichor and hear heavy rainfall outside with the occasional grumble of thunder.

There was a note on his nightstand. As he expected, it was Simon’s handwriting, apologizing for not waking him up before he left. It said that he had made breakfast for him (pancakes, with enough for when his sister would inevitably try to steal them), that he made sure to lock the front door, and left the window cracked.

He giggled sleepily at the last line. Regardless of the context, it always made Simon anxious to have the curtains open, much less to leave a window open. But, he also must've known how much Johnny loved the rain and set his worries aside, just this once, so he could wake up to the rain.

He set the note down and flopped back onto his pillows, his hand felt something cold and he remembered.

The dog tags.

John MacTavish is no stranger to crushes and heartbreaks.

He's had high school sweethearts, been in and out of love, he knows his way around the world of dating. Which is why he most certainly does not squeal and kick his legs while holding the tags like some kid with their first crush.

He did it like a grown man, thank you very much.

He grabbed his phone and sent Simon the worst pun he could think of; it was tradition at this point to send him some god-awful joke before his flight.

Simon has probably already forgotten about the whole exchange. He probably woke up and assumed he threw them away when he noticed he wasn't wearing them. It was probably stupid, an insignificant gesture with no meaning. But to Johnny, it felt like everything.

He sighed dreamily at the ceiling and felt the cool metal once more. Thunder roared outside. He thought about how he had felt in the man's arms. Thought about how much he wanted that again.

God.

His phone dinged and he immediately reached over to grab it.

I'm fucked, aren't I?

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Elsewhere, Ghost was in an airport terminal, having far too much time to think.

Over the weekend, it was almost impressive how many times Ghost had talked himself into and back out of giving Soap his dog tags. He really hoped he hadn't made a mistake.

Simon felt the spot that Johnny had kissed and wondered if he remembered it. Wondered if he had meant it.

Simon thought about how Johnny had looked cradled in his arms when he carried him to his room, the way he had reached out for him when he laid him in bed. The way he had grabbed his wrist and clung to it, grumbling when Simon tried to pull it back.

If asked, he'd say that he had woken up late and that's why he was so far behind schedule. He'd keep the part where he sat there, kneeled in front of Johnny's bed, waiting for him to fall back into a deep enough sleep to pull his arm away all to himself. After all, it would have been rude to wake him up, no?

He had made sure to plug up his phone and, upon seeing the forecasted weather, hesitated before opening the window. It was only barely cracked, just enough for the sounds of the outside world to shamble in, but not so wide as to worry about water damage. He stared at it, convincing himself not to worry and that Johnny would like waking up to the fresh air.

He turned back to make sure the man was still asleep, still comfy, but stopped for a moment. He approached the bed and hesitated before running his fingers through his stupid haircut, almost wishing the man would grab his arm and give him an excuse to stay.

He didn't. Simon did, however, lean in to give him one last kiss on the forehead as some stupidly sappy goodbye, before his brain turned back on and he ripped himself away.

What the fuck is wrong with you? What? He grabs your arm in your sleep so you feel entitled to be able to kiss him?

Simon backed away, staring at the hand that had just been in his hair. He felt dirty.

For fuck’s sake, relax. It's not that big of a deal, you did it earlier; the man fell asleep in your arms, a forehead kiss isn't too much of a stretch.

He went to the kitchen and scrubbed his hands for a while, only stopping when he thought about how much water he was wasting. He still felt dirty.

Not a stretch? You don't get to decide that. How would you feel if someone tried to kiss you while you were unconscious? If they said that they felt they should be allowed to do so because you fell asleep?

He had started making pancakes. Something quick, easy, and reheatable for when Soap woke up. Like making him breakfast would make up for trying to kiss him in his sleep.

Why can't you just be normal?

Eventually, and after a run-in with Soap’s hell-spawn of a twin, he had to leave. The time on his phone showed that he should probably already be halfway to the airport by now but he has always been a selfish man.

He had snagged some paper and left Soap a quick note, hoping the apology would make him feel better about worse sins than not waking him up. It didn't.

He stared at the man for a second, admiring him, before he reminded himself that he was a fucking creep and left.

The storm left the flight delayed by 1.5 hours. Ghost had sat waiting, wireless headphones on and connected, but not playing anything. He had far too much time to think.

Simon thought about how Johnny had looked, his dog tags around his neck, silhouetted by the fading light, the sun behind his head as if even the stars knew they could never compare to him.

He stood and started pacing. Amongst the screaming children, feuding families, and people who think they're entitled to listen to their music without headphones, one middle-aged man having an existential crisis didn't stick out.

He thought about how he had never understood weighted blankets so well until Johnny had thrown himself on top of him. It should've hurt. He should've been annoyed. Instead, Simon selfishly hoped he would never get up.

It took him a while to put his finger on what he had been feeling exactly. Finally, he realized.

There, in that moment, he had never been so happy to be alive. It was a startling emotion to discern amongst the swath of negativity he normally felt. It startled him so much, he had snapped out of his reverie and stopped short in his pacing. When he checked the time, he saw he had one missed text from Johnny.

Soap (art streamer): i was trying to think of an airplane joke but none of them landed

Simon chuckled and sat down; he almost forgot about their dumb little tradition.

Ghost: Disliked.

Soap (art streamer): everyone is so mean 2 me 💔

Ghost: It is not my fault your pun was so Boeing.

Soap (art streamer): well i thought i could wing it

Ghost: Did you look up what giving do-

Ghost: About the tags, you

Ghost: I think you make me want to live

Ghost sighed and fell back further into his seat, coming to a conclusion that his subconscious had long ago discovered.

I'm in love, aren't I?

Soap (art streamer): speechless huh? finally, the Wright reaction to my comedic genius

Ghost: Absolutely awful, Mactavish.

Soap (art streamer): :D

Took you long enough, dumbass.

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Soap’s twin spent a good bit of time staring at her brother's new accessory.

“Is something wrong?” he challenged, hoping she wasn't in a bothersome mood.

She failed miserably at hiding her shit-eating grin but didn't care.

“Nope!” she replied.

She had run into Ghost early that morning before he left.

"Detergent."

She was pretty sure he never even learned her name, just jumped straight into calling her detergent.

"Ghoul," she greeted, glaring at the man.

Being required by law to not trust him, she checked on her brother as he was still gathering his things and noticed the necklace.

“You gave him your dog tags,” she accused, like she was framing him for murder.

“Yes, I did,” he replied casually, as per usual robbing her of the fight she so desperately wanted to pick.

“Did you tell him what it means?”

“...What does it mean?”

Damn, he was good. If she wasn't convinced that he was the devil incarnate, she might have fallen for his feigned ignorance.

“100 bucks and you buy my silence.”

“I don't know what you mean.”

“200 then.”

“It doesn't even mean anything.”

“Hmm. Well, I suppose you might be right… JOHN!” their neighbors were probably going to complain.

“What the fuck are you doing?” ooh he was getting panicked now.

“If it doesn't matter then you won't mind me telling him to look it up,” she started walking to his room, “JOHNSON!”

“Fucking Christ, woman! Just— Fucking— Here.”

He pulled out his wallet and started counting bills. Damn, that was easier than she thought.

“What did you say? 100?”

“Nope! That was before inflation. Now it’s 300.”

“What the hell is wrong with you? You said 200!”

“So you admit you tried to scam me?”

“Just take the 100 and g-”

She didn't even get to yell, he reached for more before she could finish taking a deep breath in.

“Just shut the fuck up! Here! Three fucking hundred!”

She was tempted to raise her price further, but she was no gambler, she was a strategist. She knew a defeated man when she saw one. If she played this right, she could extort money out of him for a long time to come.

Something, something, vampires not fully killing their victims and all that.

She took the money, counted it, and then held out her hand to shake.

“It was a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Wraith!”

He didn't shake her hand.

“Christ, both of you are awful.”

He packed his stuff and left, broke, broken, and defeated.

She ate as many pancakes as she could, rich and victorious.

She thought about how much power, how much blackmail she had in this moment.

“I’m fantastic actually,” she walked to her room.

I am going to be so fucking rich by the time they get their shit together.

[pencilofawesomeness]

The JJK x TWST crossover that started living rent free in my head >:'D

Random Doodle Edition

Ahem, so, uhh, turns out the characters of Jujutsu Kaisen fit pretty well as Night Raven College students, temperament-wise, and that was all the excuse I needed. Yes the ages get funky but whatever. Happy high school AU except they still get cool powers and Trauma(tm). Just less than JJK canon so I count it as a win.

I also may or may not have written an entire oneshot (here on AO3) for some freshmen Satoru & Suguru bonding, featuring me still bullying Satoru over his funky eyes.

Image Text (and me rambling more) underneath the cut

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Gojo Satoru (of the Jupiter Clan)

Ignihyde Housewarden Year: Junior Species: Sky Dragon (Fae) Club: Movie Analysis Club Unique Magic: Six Eyes—pretty much just like canon Six Eyes. They can see far and wide and out of normal sight, and they can see magic in a highly detailed manner. They are also powered by magic that just, never stops ever, so he can decrease or increase the power/range at will to a degree, but technically, cutting off magic from them altogether will blind him. Also he has an inherited magic that he by no means asked for, which is, sad drumroll, Gate of the Underworld. (There are no shrouds in this AU, just me finding ways to forever make Satoru instrumental to the well-being of the world to his own detriment. I have waaaaay more thoughts about the "Jupiter Clan of dragons" and what that actually entails, but they are still jumbled and shifting, so. Maybe later.)

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Geto Suguru (of the Draconia Clan)

Diasomnia Housewarden Year: Junior Species: Night Dragon (Fae) Club: Equestrian Club Unique Magic: Magic-eater—can consume and nullify any spell and gain its base magic. With minimum side effects. Mostly. :)

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Satoru and Suguru are their usual brand of special-grade menaces, being the only two adolescent dragon fae in the world, buttttt they still inevitably become besties. With Shoko too, of course, who has no fear and will mess with them as they see fit.

Suguru is essentially Malleus in this AU, though in Suguru-fashion, he's way more stubborn when it comes to trying to catch up. (Translating him being new to sorcery to being new to technology was surprisingly low-hanging fruit.) Meanwhile I borrowed the Jupiter name/legacy because it was fitting and made the Gojo Clan into a long-lived dynasty of antisocial dragons who fist-fight and deal with Phantoms and recently accidentally became a tech empire, which is pretty close to the Sorcerer Family vibe a la TWST, if I say so myself.

There's definitely a lot of backstory I have in mind for the two of them. Neither of them beat teen parenthood (they are currently Malleus-aged, so 178 years old, but that's still teenagehood for a dragon/fae) and acquired children through various means, much to the consternation of their elders/court. I might develop/write more solid ideas later, but Suguru has a reverse characterization moment when he finds two starved/beaten human children (the twins) and begins his journey of losing all intrinsic racism via love, and Satoru still somehow gets his shit wrecked by Toji (probably a heist gone violent or something) and then finds out he had abandoned children: human Tsumiki and half-fae Megumi.

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Nobara Orientation Comic:

Nobara: Obviously, I'm going to get ~Pomefiore~ because I'm elegant and graceful. (And a badass queen, of course)

Mirror: The nature of your soul is... Savanaclaw

Nobara, getting dragged away from the Mirror by Maki: HEY WAIT A MINUTE! STOP MESSING WITH ME YOU DIRTY SMUGED HUNK OF JUNK AND I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT I THINK OF—

(Nobara gets her reverse-Epel moment, but she adapts quickly. Especially because she still comes to have mad respect for Maki.)

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Ieri Shoko

Ignihyde Vice-Housewarden Year: Junior Species: Merfolk (Nurse Shark) Club: Science Club Unique Magic: Reverse—rewinds a target to its previous state within twenty four hours. The longer within the range, the harder/more magic it will take, especially for larger targets, so realistically her range is less. (For example, if someone cracked a piece of glass 24 hours ago, Shoko could restore it, but a day-old wound on a living being would be much harder.)

Making Shoko a mermaid was a joke to myself at first but then I liked it and it spiraled and now Nurse Shark Shoko is unironically one of my favorite things that I have drawn. The joke was right there too, but it's mostly fun to me because nurse sharks are docile and apathetic creatures, for the large part (they are still sharks lol), and I think match her temperament well.

Also when Satoru pestered the previous housewarden enough times to accidentally gain the title for himself, he made Shoko his vice (mostly because he trusted her) to make sure he never had to do the paperwork and the boring parts. She makes him do it anyway. To the dorm, she is less of a vice and more of a "dragon wrangler," which is still extremely appreciated.

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Zen'in Maki

Savanaclaw Housewarden Year: Sophomore Species: Human Club: Track & Field Unique Magic: N/A—Maki doesn't actually have magic of her own, but she is unnaturally resistant to most magic. She can, however, use magic/cast spells through a magic-capable familiar.

She befriended a phoenix when she was younger, having survived an encounter with a wild youth. (idk what I want the details to be but I think it would be cool if she had some related burns to it, with the idea that these creatures are rare and volatile and hard for normal humans to handle without high magic resistance.) His name is Torch because I don't think Maki would put that much thought into a name, so long as its not completely stupid sounding. I almost named the phoenix Jogo but I refrained for my own sanity.

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Inumaki Toge

Savanaclaw Year: Sophomore Species: Human Club: Board Game Club Unique Magic: Reality Speak—pretty much just how Cursed Speech works but with a world-friendly name. Also it can apply to inanimate objects as well. The power and scope of the command is proportional to the magic required.

Toge gets an overall nicer time in this AU because he doesn't have cursed speech 24/7 and therefore can speak normally. Though the idea of him being able to affect people/bend reality with his words does freak people out. I imagine he had a rough childhood nonetheless, because why not, leading him to be less verbal than he would have been otherwise.

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Okkotsu Yuuta

Diasomnia Year: Sophomore Species: Human Club: Board Game Club Unique Magic: Wraith Pact-maker—he can enhance/bolster a ghost's magic/presence through making a link with himself. It has to be mutual, and it can last for any duration of time, although actively using the link does require magic. The ghost in question gains magic and grounding from Yuuta, and Yuuta can use the ghost's magic, including their UM, if applicable. He can have multiple links, but the first and main recipient of this magic is his childhood friend Rika.

Between her longlasting connection with Yuuta and her brutal death, she is a more wraith-like and powerful ghost. Her unique magic was to copy other people's UMs, which Yuuta can use through her in short bursts.

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I didn't have space nor solid ideas for unique magics for the Hasaba twins and the Fushiguros, so I didn't do full bios for them. Later, perhaps. All of the girls are sophomores and Megumi is a freshman. Tsumiki and Nanako are sharing their social brain cell and trading stories of stupid things their dragon dads/older brothers/untitled guardians have done, while Megumi is helping budding-gamer Mimiko learn Pokemon strats. I love the idea of them all being friends, maybe after minimal difficulty in the girls' first year, likely on account of the twins being a little Sebek-shaped, in terms of wanting to be The Best Guards for Suguru, etc etc.

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I technically have way more ideas for other characters and other dorms, but, I will end this here, for now. I am trying to reign myself in lmao.

[sukunasweetheart]

My Lover, a Gentle Giant

warnings; female reader, smut, tongue fucking (tummy mouth), soft sex, ooc/soft sukuna but with a big dick, size difference, tummy bulge, creampie, tiny bit of cockwarming, unprotected sex, modern fantasy au, sukuna is a doctor

word count; 3.1k

based on this post of mine! tagging the lovely @pulchritxde who shared her own doctor sukuna wip with me >:)

Sukuna massages the back of his neck with one hand, leaning back into his chair, after he had finished consulting his last scheduled patient for the day. He likes his job (relatively), he really does, but nothing can compare to the therapeutic feeling of finally taking his white gown or his scrubs off after a busy evening.

Especially since he’s started dating you. He likes his job but he likes you better. Sukuna whistles as he twirls his car keys with one finger, his shoes clacking against the ground of the parking lot while he approaches his fancy vehicle.

When he opens the door to your snug little shop, he greets you with his four armed embrace - even though your own hands can barely touch each other on the other side as you clasp around his waist! He easily towers over you.

Nothing of much importance is discussed in the conversation you have with him, only small talk and details about how each others’ days went, but somehow, time always seems to fly when he’s with you.

The dreadful moment where you have to close your shop comes rolling in soon, and Sukuna has the lurking disappointment of not wanting to let go of you yet.

“Say...do you want to spend the night at my place today?” he blurts out, while you’re locking up the entrance. You stare at him, eyes wide and heart racing at the thought of it.

“Oh- Well, I...” you trail on, being rather taken by surprise at the sudden suggestion.

“My bad, I don’t mean to rush things. I was just uhh,” he continues, scratching the back of his head bashfully. He hasn’t dated in so long - how slow was the pacing supposed to go again?

“Yes. I want to,” you finally respond, shoving your keys into your pocket determinately.

“Of course, I understand-” he pauses for a second, “oh, you- you want to?”

“Yeah?” you tell him, giggling at his reaction. You love his charismatic side, but his clumsiness is equally as endearing.

“Can I pack a few of my things from my place before we go, though?”

He gladly says yes and closes the door for you as you get into the passenger seat of his car, happy to drive you there himself.

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Sukuna is a large man. You’ve established this with yourself countless times before, but coming to his abode, you’re really realising how massive your lover is. The furniture, the ceiling height, even his cutlery and etc. are all quite big to accommodate his size - but it isn’t to the extent where someone of your frame can’t use them.

You get changed into some comfortable clothing, he cooks up something nice for dinner, and the playful flirting in between becomes the cherry on top of all that. He seems to hesitate in taking it any further than that, however.

When the two of you get into his room, you get oddly excited by his large bed that easily looks like it was made for a king. What decorates his walls are shelves of books, some trophies and certificates that he’s presumably accumulated throughout his career.

And then, well, you finally end up laying beside him. Sleep refuses to come over you, and you find yourself staring at the ceiling with restlessness, as it’s your first time sleeping with him.

Sukuna feels the same. You’re so small compared to him - he’s afraid of possibly crushing you with his weight while you’re asleep. But he’s also itching to cuddle you, and feel your soft body against his. He locks his thoughts away, and shuts his eyes tight.

“Hey... are you asleep?” you whisper to him, turning to face Sukuna.

“No,” he replies quickly, opening his eyes again. “What is it?”

“I just thought... is there something else you wanna do before we go to sleep tonight?” you ask carefully, eyes wandering towards him.

Shit. Did she end up catching onto all of that? He thinks.

“I’m not sure,” he says, deciding to play dumb. Dammit. Since when did I become so self conscious over this?

You seem to think for a little while, before coming up with something else to say.

“Alright then. What if I have something I wanna do?”

Sukuna tries not to keep his hopes up, as he silently tenses up.

“Go ahead.”

You slowly sit up to get on top of him, straddling him as your knees sit next to his sides. You give a shy kiss onto his lips and then kiss down his jawline as your hand starts to undo the first few buttons of his nice navy silk pajamas.

“Shall I continue?” you question, hovering your face above his for a moment.

“...You better,” he mutters, pulling you back in to kiss you again as his heart hammers in his chest. But as he begins to slip his tongue inside your mouth, Sukuna suddenly remembers something important.

“Ah, wait.”

Puzzled, you pull away as he slowly sits himself up with you still in his lap.

“There’s a few things that I haven’t told you about my body yet.”

“Show me. I want to see everything.”

He hopes you won’t be too intimidated.

When he finishes unbuttoning himself all the way, what he reveals seems to be a pair of lips on his lower abdomen.

“An extra mouth,” he murmurs, eyeing you carefully.

“Ohh... this is fascinating,” you say as you peer at it and gently run a hand against its lower lip. The mouth opens up and gives a single lick onto your fingers, and you let out a yelp of surprise. He chuckles at your reaction and smoothly pushes you back, so that you’re laying across his bed.

“Ever been eaten out by a tongue this big before?” he asks, smirking.

“No...but I’d love to,” you reply, placing a hand on his face.

He kisses your palm, and then all four of his hands get to undressing you. You feel them roam around your skin as he makes out with you, teasing your nipples and fondling your breasts and also squeezing at your thighs.

Opening up your legs, he finally gets to see your pretty folds, already glistening with slick. His mouth seems to water at the sight of it.

“You ready?” he says, adjusting his position.

“Yes,” you whisper, your excitement growing.

His heavy tongue gives a little kitten lick against you as a starter. You laugh at the ticklish sensation. It begins to get a little more intense as it slowly glides up and down your entrance, wetting you with his drool. It feels so nice and warm, and you can’t help but let out a sigh whenever he reaches your clit.

Sukuna watches your face attentively, figuring out which movements give you the most pleasure, getting harder each time a soft moan escapes your lips. He wants to hear you get louder.

His tongue finally slides into you, completely filling you up. And it’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. Your eyes widen and you breathe heavily as you feel it squirm inside you, tastebuds gliding against your walls.

You grab the sheets with a tight fist, crying out with pleasure as Sukuna starts fucking you with his tongue...it’s soft and fleshy, yet the way it moves inside you like it has a mind of its own... it sends you to a different kind of ecstasy. He smiles, relaxed, and uses a thumb to stimulate your wet clit, rolling it around with ease.

“Oh god...i-it feels so g-good-” you pant, your body twitching every time the tip of his tongue reaches so deep and writhes in your hole.

“That’s good to hear,” he tells you, before coming down to kiss you, muffling your moans.

It twists around within you, and your legs tremble uncontrollably, which makes him feel thankful for his extra pair of arms that aid him in holding you steady. Eyes glinting with lustful glee, Sukuna handles your fingers against the bed with great affection, while his lips continue to swallow up any moans that slip out of your mouth.

He gets faster, feeling up every crevice of your leaking pussy, and soon enough, it’s got you creaming around him, back arching as your walls pulse around his fleshy tongue from your orgasm. The feverish kiss is broken, leaving you to pant freely.

You lay still to catch your breath for a few moments as he slips himself back out. But that break is a bit short lived however, as Sukuna soon sends you into overstimulation by latching his extra mouth onto your clit, sucking and licking you up roughly.

Gasping from the sudden sensation, you jolt your hips but they’re being held down firmly by him.

“This...this is bullying,” you tell him breathily, blinking away the tears of pleasure from your eyes.

“Well, I advise you to get ready. I’m about to bully you even more,” he chuckles softly, a finger coming up to swipe away your tears.

He’s fully aware of his own arousal, practically begging to be let out of his pants. His tongue goes back into his mouth, and once you re-gather yourself again, you look to face him and his obvious tent.

“I’m ready. Let me see you,” you say, tugging on the silky fabric of his pajamas. He wastes no time in taking it off, and revealing his girthy dick that twitches with excitement. You catch sight of the little smear of precum that sits on its head and your pussy clenches on nothing at the thought of having him fill you up.

Sukuna rests the dense thing onto your stomach, and you feel the dull throbs from it against your skin. He traps you in between his arms and you feel so thrillingly vulnerable in this position, as he looks down at you with determined hunger for your body.

“It’s so hot and heavy...” you comment, stroking him with two hands, because one simply isn’t enough for his size. He lets you touch him without restriction, your dainty fingers allowing him to swell even more, even dribbling more precum. You touch the clear fluid, feeling it’s stringiness, before bringing it to your mouth to give it a taste.

He stares at you with bewilderment, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“What’s wrong?” you ask with a smirk.

“It’s nothing...I just didn’t realise you could be so,” he clears his throat, “lewd.”

“Do you not like it?”

“I like it a little too much. You might drive me wild,” Sukuna confesses, nudging his tip against your entrance.

You hitch in a breath at his response, and open your legs wider for him.

“I’m looking forward to that.”

He spreads your pussy lips apart using his two thumbs, admiring your hole that’s dripping with your own slick. Lining himself up now, he braces himself for your warmth and tightness.

“Can I...?” he asks for the final time.

“Yes please,” you reply eagerly.

He starts with the tip, at a delicate pacing. Your heart starts to beat faster, as you hold in a breath and do your best to relax your muscles, to let him in easier. After pushing himself in a bit further, he comes to a sudden stop.

“All good?” he tenderly asks, studying your face for any sign of distress.

“I’m okay. I think I’m plenty loose enough...” you inform him, squeezing his hand after grabbing it.

“I want it all in one go.”

He looks a bit hesitant for a split second, but decides to do as you suggest. Grabbing you by the hips, he watches as his cock gets swallowed up by you, sliding in until his balls reach your skin.

Both you and him let out a slow little gasp, taking a while to soak in this sensation of being whole. There’s a visible bulge on your tummy that makes you tremble with both a bit of fear and intrigue. It wasn’t much surprising - since he was at a thickness that could create the same on a stomach of any size.

You take deep breaths, holding onto him tighter, and he reciprocates by holding you back. 

“Are you alright?” he asks, with genuine concern.

“It stings a bit, in all honesty. Can we stay like this for a moment?” you ask honestly, smiling up at him.

“Of course,” Sukuna reassures, keeping his hips unmoving, but letting his upper body come down to you, so that he could comfort you.

Gentle kisses are exchanged, and it helps you to rest the tension in your body. Your hands rise up to his back, where you can feel his muscles that ripple with his each movement.

Even without the thrusting yet, there is still pleasure to be found in this position. You feel the strong twitches that his cock gives inside you, revealing how eager he is, behind that face of concern he displays. It stirs you up, turning you on to lengths you never could’ve imagined.

Sukuna senses every clench of your walls, every squeeze and every suck. He wouldn’t dare to move without your permission, but to say that this wasn’t testing his patience at all - would be a blatant lie. However, nothing scares him more than the thought of causing you harm.

Your eye contact with him is heated but by no means discomforting, as the crimson that pools within his stare seems to soothe you, making you feel safe. You wrap your arms around his neck and bring his head into the crook of your neck, kissing his forehead.

“Thank you for being patient,” you whisper, wiping away some of the sweat that makes his hair cling to his skin.

“I think I should be the one thanking you,” he chuckles, his voice muffled from the way he nuzzles against you. You stay with him like this for a few more minutes, resting in each other’s warmth.

Once you can gather enough courage, you draw in a breath before giving him the cue to start moving, bit by bit.

He starts by giving the tiniest thrusts, his tip performing light kisses against your cervix. It stings less now, and you begin to desire for more. When you let out hushed, sighing moans, his adam’s apple bobs up and down as he swallows on nothing - being aroused by your voice.

Hips beginning to make larger movements, Sukuna starts breathing heavy from the pleasuring feeling of your velvety walls. He hovers above you again, wanting to see your face as he fucks into you slowly, steadily. The pace drives you wild, making you feel the stretch each time his cockhead effortlessly reaches your deepest spot.

Placing his palm on your stomach with the slightest bit of pressure, he can feel himself moving in and out of you.

“Look at you. Taking me so well.”

You respond with your eyes that hold a mellow gaze, and you whimper at his softspoken praise, wanting to hear more.

“Faster...harder...” you plead, unable to take this pacing any longer.

“Could you handle that?” he asks with an affectionate smirk, the urge to tease you gathering within him.

“Yes- I need more,” you continue, becoming restless.

Your pleas ring in his head, and he too begins the desire to get rougher with you.

“Impatient little thing,” he utters with a low voice - before offering a single, sharp thrust into your core, earning him a loud gasp from you.

His tip presses up against the entrance to your womb and your hips tremble, but he’s there to pin you down.

“Still want me to go faster? Harder?”

“Oh- yes please-” you beg, tears welling up.

“As you wish.”

It’s the last phrase you hear, before you start seeing stars before your eyes.

Sukuna ruts into you without mercy, dick pummeling your poor pussy just the way you want it. Mumbling incoherently, he begins to chase after his orgasm, dragging you along with him. Your moans fill the air, eyes rolling to the back of your head with each hard thrust that slides his cock into you with ease.

Every time he grazes against your g-spot, you squeeze around him from the pleasure and it drives him mad. It was never easy for someone of his size to find a suitable partner that would willingly take him so eagerly, but you...

“You’re so perfect...”

He works his hands around the rest of your body, teasing your breasts and perky nipples, rubbing onto your sensitive clit, all while he continues to ram himself into you.

“Yes, yes, yes-” you babble, getting doused with the thrill of being touched all over.

You’re thrown into a mind-numbing orgasm, toes curling and back arching so far that it’s bound to ache later on. You let out a squeal as Sukuna fucks you through it, not stopping even as your walls thrum around him violently.

He pants heavily, watching you as your body quivers from the overstimulation, and he grits his teeth - not being far from his own orgasm. Chanting your name with half-lidded eyes, his hips begin to falter in pacing, being driven solely by his own exhilaration.

“F-fuck... Y/N, I’m gonna...” he drawls, cock throbbing.

“I want it inside me,” you mumble, clinging onto him, fingertips digging into his back.

With loud groans, he finally reaches his sweet climax, his arms wrapping around you tightly, holding you in place, so you have no means of escape. Not that you would want to, anyway.

And, oh god, you feel his seed as it spills into you. Endlessly. His tip pokes at your cervix, continuing to pump you full with his cum while he leans his face against your neck. You feel his hot breath on your skin. It feels so good, being filled up to the brim by your giant lover.

“Shit...I love you... I love you so much,” Sukuna mumbles, holding you close, so much so that you can feel the air being squeezed out of your lungs. He brings his lips to yours, yearning for a passionate kiss.

By the time he pulls out, his cock has softened significantly, and from within you, his spend drools out.

“I love you too,” you say, but your words are slurred from how exhausted you are.

“Stop being cute,” he smiles, pushing away loose strands of hair away from your face. The two of you bombard each other with kisses and cuddles.

You don’t have to lift a finger for the rest of that evening, as Sukuna cleans you up, and then runs about to replace the messy sheets with clean ones while you doze off on the side. When the bed is fresh and ready again, he carries you in and sleeps with you tucked right beside him; as you become his teddy bear for the night.

Tagging; @ry0chann @nanamin-3 @yumeosamu @moonchild-artemisdaughter @yuujispinkhair @smallhybridart @ryomensukunasimp @skunaskitten @theprettyarachnid​

Masterlist

[z3llous]

How do the RSA au boys act around a crush? Y’know, for research purposes…

Hehe I'm so glad you asked! I took my time writing these (I also got busy and distracted), so that's why it's been a bit of a wait (sorry). I hope you like them!

RSA AU Main Boys (NRC Overblot boys) with a crush

TWST MASTERLIST HERE

Riddle: The Personal Assistant

tries to ease their stress as much as he can

helps them plan and takes notes for them

simplifies textbooks and the class lessons down in said notes to reduce the amount of reading they have to do

they are on schedule and organized as hell because of him

makes sure they have a good balance of work, rest, and play

highly emotive so he's not great at hiding emotions, everyone knows what's he's feeling

can't flirt. he has tried to flirt with them, but barely a coherent word came out

easy to fluster

not quite a tsundere, but it'll be awhile before he's ready to admit he has a crush on them

love language is giving acts of service and receiving quality time

Leona: They Know and He Knows They Know

he shows off for them, not in an egotistical way. he just puts 110% into whatever he's doing whenever their around

buys them treats and things he knows they like frequently, he just saw it and thought of them

usually buys them whatever food they want and sits next them at lunch

rather shameless about the fact he has a crush on them

he's not screaming on the hilltops about how much he likes them (leave that to Rook), but he's not trying to hide his feelings for them in the slightest

they know he likes them and he's ok with that. There's no rush or pressure to give him an answer

flirts with them all the time and he's not bad at it either

difficult to fluster and returns the energy right back at them

love language is giving gifts and receiving words of affirmation

Azul: Wife Material

wants to do what he can and be there for them

tries to do all the favors for them

brings them their favorite drink from his café every morning

cooks lunch for them *cough* would spoon feed them if they let him *cough*

asks to tidy their appearance for them if something is out of place

"please let me do that for you" is something they'd hear from him a lot

wants them to feel cared for and pampered

already dreamed of what their wedding would be like

wants to hear their praises so badly. "I'm doing good right?" "I would make such a good wif- *cough* uhh roommate right?" (his perception of wife is based on the roles themselves from a mer perspective rather than gender, i.e. a supportive role)

tries so hard to show how good of a long time partner he could be for them

fairly easy to fluster

extremely flustered if they flirt with him or imply that they were thinking of him (he may not have been bullied much in this au, but he's not used to anyone showing romantic interest in him)

doesn't normally flirt with them, but isn't bad at it

would love to be called pretty by them, so he puts extra effort into his appearance for them

love language is giving acts of service and receiving words of affirmation

Jamil: How Convenient!

comes up with excuses to spend time with them

"So, it seems everyone else I know has partnered up already. Would you like to partner up with me?"

"I accidently made too much food. How about I bring dinner over to your dorm room and we can eat together?"

tries to subtle about his feelings, but not too subtle. he doesn't want them thinking he might not like them

really good at flirting and does flirt with them, but holds back a bit since he doesn't want to be too bold

a little difficult to fluster, likes when they make advances toward him and takes it as an invitation for him to get a bit bolder with his advances

love language is giving and receiving quality time

Vil: The ASMR Girl

they will look incredible because he will make sure of it

does their skincare, hair, and makeup(if they wear it) whenever they let him

if they sit next to him in class he will play with their hair or trace words and shapes onto their back if they let him

praising and complimenting them all the time

speaks highly of them

tends to baby them a bit, but it's pretty mild

"How dare you raise your voice at them." turns to them "Are you alright, dear? He didn't upset you did he?"

a little protective of them, he worries about their safety

difficult to fluster, he's played enough romantic roles to not be affected that easily

flirts frequently and well with them in a honeyed tone

love language is giving words of affirmation and receiving acts of service

Idia: Sweet Shy Gamer Boy

it takes him awhile to build up the courage, but he finally invites them to hangout at the game club with him

wants to know all about their hobbies and to listen to them talk about them

once he's gotten more comfortable around them he'll hangout in their dorm room and happily watch them indulge in their hobbies

loves to watch them play video games and hear their thoughts as they play

they're his #1 play tester for his video games

they don't like a character in the game? gone. they have a favorite character? more screen time and development for that one. they want to be able adopt the cat on the street corner? say no more

easy to fluster and his flirting is hit or miss. sometimes he says something really smooth and other times it's the cheesiest thing ever

way too shy to say he likes them, but maybe one day he'll build up the courage, or get lucky and they'll say they like him

love language is giving quality time and receiving gifts (no matter how small)

Malleus: #1 Fan

wants their opinion on everything and wants to know everything about them

does his hair look better up or down? does he look good in this color?

their opinion is super important to him

follows them around like a duckling

seeks their approval and praise

not very good at flirting or picking up on flirting, he's so oblivious to most romantic advances

he may not be good at flirting, but he's so good at complimenting and praise that it won't matter

if his crush is poor(most people are compared to him though tbh) he'll be fascinated by the ways they save money and want to learn from them

he kinda wants to be them? not literally, but they're so amazing in his sheltered prince eyes that he wants to be more like them

obsessive, not in a yandere way, in a puppy way

invites his crush to get ice cream with him on a weekly basis

most of RSA think these ice cream hangouts are dates and his crush might also, but Malleus has no idea and is just happy he gets to spend time with his favorite person eating his favorite treat

love language is giving words of affirmation and receiving quality time

[angelsdean]

john saying he's known abt sam and the other special children for "awhile" in 2x01

and the demon calling him out saying he's been "playing dumb" like uhh, how he got mad at dean for not calling him (they did) to tell him that all this psychic stuff was happening with sam when john was literally at missouri's house when they were visiting and she directly told john abt sam's abilities.

but also, he's definitely known for much longer imo, and if you take the john journal companion book as canon / semi-canon then it definitely supports the idea that john Knew to some extent about sam's abilities:

these are just two passages from '91 but there are others about how demons are after sam, how sam is special. and if john was hearing this stuff abt sam in '91, there's no way he didn't start digging into things more over the years.

other people have spoken abt headcanons that john was even hunting other special children over the years. which brings me to the crunchy, tastey, AU that i've been rotating around in my mind this morning where john's not only been hunting the thing that killed mary all these years, but also been busy unraveling the sam-psychic-children plot by hunting, kidnapping, and studying other Special Children.

In this AU john isn't as incompetent as he is in canon lmao. In the 20+ years since mary's death he's discovered a whole lot, including his Men of Letters roots. In fact, he discovered the bunker and that's been his "home base" and Special Children Experimentation Lab for years. He's been studying all sorts of things. Watching footage of old MoL experiments. He connected the dots: mothers died in fires at 6 months, kids grew up to develop psychic abilities. He knows the same fate is waiting for sam and john thinks he can fix sam. He has to! That's his son. He won't let his son become some kind of supernatural thing, some kind of monster. In true john fashion he justifies all his actions as an act of love. He's trying to protect sam. Because demons are after these special children. Because these children have been corrupted. He's helping them, actually.

So john conducts experiments to try to draw out the demon blood, to purify them. Similar to how sam later tries to turn crowley human and also forcefully purifies demon dean. It's a very juicy parallel. And it draws on how sam and john hold many similar black-and-white views abt good and bad + what makes someone a monster, and how sam internalized a lot of these ideas re: becoming a monster and how the demon blood led to an obsession with "becoming pure."

John spends more and more time away from the boys, spends so much time tracking down these special children and studying them. Why does his revenge quest take over 20 yrs? Why does it seem like he's nowhere near close to tracking down Azazel until s1 rolls around? Because he's been spending so many years on this subplot. Because in his mind this is him being a good father, this is him looking out for his kids, particularly sam. He's doing all this for sam.

But then, John's never able to find a cure. And then he catches Azazel's trail again and he's off on that hunt. He "goes missing." Sam starts developing psychic powers, just as john always feared. John's aware of all this happening but still projects onto dean, still blames dean for not informing him of something he's known abt for years at this point. John's terrified because he's failed. He hasn't been able to save sam, and now sam might turn into a monster. He might go "dark side" and john can't let that happen. But he also can't kill him. He doesn't have the guts, so he puts that burden on Dean. And he trades his life for Dean's to ensure that someone will be there to carry out John's mission. Either find a way to save Sam, or kill the monster he becomes.

Edit to add two more excerpts from John's journal:

in the canon that includes this journal, john definitely was aware to some extent of sam being Special (or other people insisting he is) and he has been keeping an eye out for any strangeness manifesting in sam and worrying about sam's strange dreams and his bottled up emotions becoming dangerous

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Hello! Sorry to hear youre in quarantine, I hope youre doing ok :)

Would you want to write something for your do androids dream of angel cyborgs au?

The prompt in your list "i like you. A lot. Like a lot a lot" seems like it could be extremely cute

It's been ages since I've worked on this au!

That is a good prompt, perfect for them. :)

For those new to the au, it's a future-based au with Crowley as an advanced android (who was originally naked AJ0440) who accidentally develops free will and had escaped. Aziraphale is a cyborg who runs a bookshop (that technically is just barely avoiding being illegal) that also doubles as a repair shop for out-of-date androids and cyborgs.

On with the fic!

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"It's a shame," Aziraphale commented as he opened the door to the roof of his shop, "that the blasted lights and neon display images make it so hard to see the stars here in town."

"That's fine, angel, it's the thought that counts." Crowley chuckled, following behind with a blanket, in Aziraphale's hands was a small basket.

It was a clear enough night to have the moon seen, though stars were harder. Still, Aziraphale thought it would be a nice gesture anyway, to spend a bit of time out on the roof to just enjoy the night, some wine, and each other's company.

"Still, it would have been nice to do some... oh, I dunno, constellation spotting? Is that what one calls it?" Aziraphale turned, pouting a bit.

Crowley smiled and patted Aziraphale's shoulder before moving to lay out the blanket, his fingers blinking pink as he set it down as perfectly as he could. "Sure, you can call that. But it's fine, angel! I'm sure we'll have a good night!"

He wasn't going to point out that his eyes could filter out the light pollution, and he could see the stars, but Aziraphale didn't need to know that. He took his friend's hand and helped him get down, Aziraphale's leg had been aching, came with the changing weather, he had said.

Aziraphale gave him a gentle smile, which has Crowley's insides whirring loudly. This human has such an effect on him, it's... it's a lot that had been building up within Crowley.

A lot that he really needed to get out of his chest. He hoped it wouldn't backfire, emotions are... complicated. And difficult. And sometimes free will was a muddled mess, but if humans could live with it, so could an android.

"I picked an excellent year for us." Aziraphale said, opening the basket, setting out the bottle, then grabbing two glasses. He also pulled out a small covered dish he had prepared before, something that Crowley wasn't really going to touch. Food wasn't completely necessary, but he could use the wine as bio-fuel. And it was delicious, that was a plus.

"Thanks." Crowley replied, watching him before glancing up at the sky. He could see small movements of satellites and air crafts, lights blinking and displaying messages from projections. He adjusted his eyes and they were gone, he could see natural lights, from stars and reflections off planets.

"Are you alright, dear?" Aziraphale asked, and Crowley saw him giving him a concerned face. "You're making odd noises, are you overheating? Your lights are flashing too. Goodness, do we need to do a systems check?"

"Uhh... no, no, it's not that." Crowley shook his head, glaring at his hands before shoving them into the pockets of his jacket. He sat down, grumbling, but Aziraphale kept watching him.

"What is it?" He asked softly.

Crowley looked at him, seeing him under the lights of SoHo, of the moon, of the faerie lights that he and Aziraphale put up last week because the cyborg thought it would look pretty.

Aziraphale looked pretty.

Crowley sighed, turning to face him properly. "Angel, listen... there's something that's been on my mind for a long, long time. Something that I've been trying to understand, something that I don't think androids normally feel. I mean, I know that Francis does with Ashtoreth."

He grabbed for one of the glasses that Aziraphale has prepared, taking a sip from it. "And... well, I've realized something about what it is."

"What is it, Crowley?"

Mismatched eyes stared into hazel, and Crowley knew this was his last chance. "I like you. A lot. Like a lot a lot."

Aziraphale blinked. "You do?"

"Yes. I'm aware that these sorts of things don't normally happen with androids, we're technically not supposed to feel emotions, obviously. But I do. I feel things for you, lots of things. Lots of things that overheat my systems, lots of things that make me feel like I'm gonna blue screen when you smile at me, or laugh, or tell me sweet things. It's just... holy shit, it's a lot? Do you know?"

"Yes, I do." Aziraphale said softly. "It's a lot, I understand, because I like you too, Crowley. A lot. More than I had expected, which is not a bad thing. It's a wonderful thing."

They looked at one another, and they didn't say anything else. It was better not to, it so just... it was nice, looking at the sky, holding hands, just being... them.

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I like the idea that they don't have to say everything, they understand, they completely understand how the other feels. It's a lot, but it's good.

[meowza315]

i mean it when i say you might have my fave mike characterization ever with avatar au mike. it's what i love for regular or canon mike and you put it in gay lien form and it's great. I wish more people did it. idk he's... really soft around will and it's clearly so natural for him but to me he also seems confident or suave in other ways even as the newcomer to the world. and i LOVE that for mike. maybe it's his protective instincts i see too? basically I'm saying ...avatar mike is hot 😭 i'm sorry. even the way you sketch him lounging. no wonder will is heart eyes and draping himself into his arms all the time. he seems so at peace with mike and mike looks amazing, there's a difference between the two personalities and i look forward to seeing it every time you post. yeah mike's confidence is attractive uhh well done on making me feel things about gayliens!!!

THANK YOU!!

I love trying to keep them in character as much as I can, but it’s not always 100% possible because of the setting and the whole plot of the AU with how they live in the jungle and Will having to teach Mike about everything so he doesn’t end up dead. It’s not really in character for them to be doing so much physical activity as they are in the AU but it’s inevitable because they live in a jungle, it’s where the Omatikaya live. They have to do all these physical activities to get around and do daily tasks (which ultimately builds muscle on both of them because of it. I mean they’re climbing trees and running around so it makes sense).

idk how he even pulled Will tbh with how “stupid” he is. I say that in quotes cause I say it jokingly. I know he isn’t stupid he’s a smart guy canonically to ST and still is in the AU but Pandora is, even with him being BORN there, a new place. cause he wasn’t allowed to roam the forest with an exo pack at 12 like Spider was. it was for his safety cause he’d probably end up getting mauled by a thanator or a viperwolf and have 0 protection. I mean even then he still nearly dies at least 3 times (which Will makes fun of him for). It’s just more difficult to traverse and get around and get used to, you get me??

idk if I’d be comfortable saying he’s hot because of the fact that he’s still very much based off a character that is 14, even though in the AU they’re both aged up to be 16-19 (for 1: Mike being at least old enough that he’s not gonna get himself in a lot of trouble, he’s mature enough to not make stupid decisions basically. I mean, who’s gonna give 12 year old Mike Wheeler a whole other body that costs well over a million dollars to make? and 2: the story takes place over 3 years so they’re gonna age). he’s definitely attractive I’d say yeah but I’d just say he’s a handsome guy (cough the doodle I did above^^). One of my fears is them being all sexualized because they’re older and don’t really wear that much 😨 like they can be in love and not sexualized in the process if ykwim

I remember writing something about them having a conversation that ended up growing into Will pining over Mike (ex: how he’s a bit clumsy, the way he’s treated by Mike, which is essentially his kindness, how he’s a bit snarky or sassy sometimes, etc) and Mike kissing Will repetitively to satisfy that “longing” Will gets for Mike’s lips. It’s not just his appearance but his personality that draws him in, yk? The way they love each other just makes Will fall so much harder, even if Mike was the one that canonically fell first. I’ve had a thought of how their love language in this AU would be touch because of how they’re constantly touching or holding each other close when they’re in the forest together (and being romantic, not counting when they have conversations and are sitting idk. a foot or two apart. their relationship isn’t ALL kissy kissy romantic, even if it’s what it seems like from how I draw them). but obviously even if their love language is touch it doesn’t automatically mean they’re doing sexual things because.. um. it’s weird. and if they were touching each other in weird sexual ways or in areas that would seem sexual (the ass. no. and like. intimate areas. or even just each others chests in weird ways) both I and other people would be severely uncomfortable by that. they can love each other and be touchy without it being in a sexual way because, I can’t stress it enough, it’s WEIRD.

moral of the story (of that paragraph and the one above it) they can be in love and be the way they are in the AU without worry of being sexualized 🎉

I just ranted a LOT I apologize 💔💔 I would rant more but I think the post is long enough so 😭

[arc-misadventures]

Rebirth AU since there's a strong chance of Winter being Jaune and Jeanne's half-sister. Did Jaune ever hook up with Winter in his last life, I'm just imagining Jaune reacting to him remembering that he may have fucked his sister in his last life

Stop Asking Asking Me About My Sex Life!!

Jeanne: So, Jaune you saw, Winter allot when you were in, Atlas, right?

Jaune: No we didn’t do anything.

Jeanne: What are you even talking…?

Jaune: We never dated, we never had a one night stand We never took innovatory in a supply closet. We rarely even spoke outside missions, and such. Nothing ever happened between me, and Winter Schnee in my past life.

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: But, if you could…

Jaune: No. I never liked, Winter…

Jaune: Well, I did like her, but I never liked her like that.

Jeanne: So, nothing happen between you, and Winter.

Jaune: Nope.

Jeanne: But, something happened between you and all those, Atlas Milfs, eh~?

Jaune: Why are you so interested in my sex life?

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: Because you had one…

Jaune: Beg pardon?

Jeanne: You had a sex life! You were this blond Adonis who had multiple conquests! And, I only had the one girl, and you slept with her too!

Jaune: Who?

Jeanne: You… You slept with, May. Right?

Jaune: Nope. We were going to go on a group date; May, Pyrrha, and I. Then the, Fall happened. And, I lost them both…

Jeanne: O-Oh right… I forgot… Since the, Fall didn’t happen in my world…

Jaune: Gods I wish I could forget that day…

Jeanne: Does it… It still hurts?

Jaune: Always. Even with, Pyrrha back in my life it still hurts… The hidden fear I may lose her, and everyone else I ever cared for again… It terrifies me.

Jeanne: Is that why you’re pushing, Pyrrha to use her semblance more, so you don’t lose her again?

Jaune: Partly; I want her to have more fine control; She used to use it as a fan, blowing away her opponents, attacks. If she used it more, if she mastered her semblance, she could use it to hit you with the force of a sledgehammer, or cut you with the precision of a surgeon’s scalpel. I want her to be better, because I know she can be better! And, I don’t want to lose her again…

Jeanne: But, there isn’t the threat of, Salem, and her Grimm hordes! She should be safe this time.

Jaune: The Grimm are still out there, and based on the news we don’t have the peaceful, White Fang in this world. So we have no idea what we may face when we start out on the path to becoming, Hunters. So, are we really safe?

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: Haaa… Damn you, and your deep philosophical questions…

Jaune: Hehe. So… Winter Schnee… Should it be, Winter Arc Schnee, or Winter Schnee Arc?

Jeanne: Arc Schnee. Rolls off the tongue better. And, she’s spent all her life a, Schnee. So, I don’t think she’d be okay being called, Arc all of a sudden because she just found out, Dad is her real father.

Jaune: Make sense, but considering the hell her father put her through she may not want to keep her last name.

Jeanne: Wait, hold up, what did her father do to her?

Jaune: …?

Jaune: What did, William tell you about his father…?

Jeanne: Uhh… He was was a respected, and honourable man, who strove for the rights of Faunas everywhere. He ushered in a new era of prosperity, and equality for all. He was also a loving father, and faithful husband. I met him myself, he was a very nice person to be around. He also had a wicked sense of humour. What was he like in your world?

Jaune: A cash greedy bastard, who trampled on the rights of others, particularly the faunas. Destroyed anything, and anyone who got in his way for a quick buck. Told, Willow Schnee to her face he married her for the family business on, Weiss’s tenth birthday. Drove, Willow Schnee to become a reclusive alcoholic. Lead to, Winter Schnee to join the military to escape from her father. Abused, Weiss mentally to keep her in line. Groomed his youngest son, Whitely to become a mini carbon copy of him. Rigged an election that eventually lead to the total destruction of, Atlas, and Mantle.

Jeanne: Okay… And, I thought your life was just shit for you, not that everyone else’s life was also shit for them too!

Jaune: Yeah, I didn’t think that way for your world too. I thought it was all sunshine, and rainbows for everyone there.

Jeanne: Evidently not. Does that mean we’re not living in, ‘my world!’

Jaune: Hmm… Have you ever heard the name, ‘Adam Taurus, before?

Jeanne: No. But, I knew a, Eve Taurus before.

Jaune: And, what were they like?

Jeanne: They were nice person. She was a redhead faunas with an overly bubbly, and welcoming faunas. Horny.

Jaune: Are you talking about her faunas traits, or her state of mind?

Jeanne: Yes.

Jaune: …

Jaune: Okay then.

Jeanne: So who was, Adam? The female counterpart to, Eve?

Jaune: Well… He was a Pro-Faunas racist radical who was part of an terrorist organization called, The White Fang. Who lead a splinter cell of these terrorist to help in the destruction of, Beacon Academy. He then tried to destroy, Haven Academy, but was eventually stopped by the new peaceful, White Fang. But, he was eventually stopped when he was killed by, Yang, and Blake. All of this was no doubt caused by his childhood trauma, and ant-faunas racism that was directed at as a child, as well as the fact that the letters, SDC was branded on his left eye.

Jeanne: …

Jaune: Did I mention the fact he was, Blake’s ex-boyfriend?

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: Okay… That… Yeah, okay…

Jaune: …

Jeanne: So… What kind of world are we living in then?

Jaune: Beg pardon?

Jeanne: Well… It’s just… We thought it was my world because, Selma is in charge of, Beacon Academy. But, it has your version of the, White Fang, and it seems like we also have the, SDC of your world too. However, Winter wasn’t our sister in either of our worlds. So what kind of world is this?

Jaune: A new one. It has some of the same elements in both of our worlds, but, it has a bunch of new ones as well. Makes it pretty exciting doesn’t it?

Jeanne: Yeah it kinda does.

Jaune: Haaa… We’re going to have one hell of a talk with mom, and dad about our past lives.

Jeanne: Any idea how we’re going to deal with that?

Jaune: We just roll with the punches?

Jeanne: Sounds like a plan.

Jeanne: Wait… Considering how this is a different life, and what not… Will, Terra take your first time… Do you think someone else may have your first time instead~?

Jaune: First off: Why the hell are you so interested in my sex life?! Second: Terra wasn’t my first time.

Jeanne: She wasn’t…?!

Jaune: Or, was she~?

Jeanne: So she was…? R-Right?

Jaune just smiled cheekily as he walked away with, Jeanne chasing after him.

Jeanne: J-Jaune… Jaune what happened! Who took your first time, Jaune! WHAT HAPPENED!!!

[fluffytheocelot]

Carmen Week Day 5: AU

AWW YE HERE WE GO BOIS I HAVE BEEN SO HYPED FOR THIS ONE! Sorry its a bit late lol

Anyways--

Last Wolf is very near and dear to me, it was the first fic I actually had the confidence to write, but Thief's Guide is almost completely my own. It's not based off of another series, pretty much all the worldbuilding and plot is mine. Last Wolf still follows the timeline and plot of the original show (changed and added to of course, but the original show is the backbone.

A Thief's Guide to the Zombie Apocalypse is exactly what it sounds like lol. Carmen and her friends surviving in an apocalypse while on the run from VILE and ACME, complete with a dope soundtrack.

And Julethief of course :) because i love them

This is definitely an AU I wanna write down, I promise. Uhh maybe when I get this chapter of Last Wolf out I'll start??? Maybe. We'll see lol.

Feel free to drop me an ask about it! or last wolf too lol.

Dope soundtrack:

if the song came out during or before 1986ish, then its probably something the characters would listen to (namely Carmen, jamming to cassettes she scavenges on her Walkman). anything after that would just be soundtrack/credits music if it was a show.

uhhh story info under the cut lol

Around the mid 1980s, Dr. Bellum's unnamed predecessor was experimenting with a virus that, well, turned people into zombies. The test run soon got out of hand, however, and the virus quickly spread to the entire world.

Technology pretty much stays the same. Radios, paper maps, Walkmans, stuff like that. Music and TV obviously aren't getting widespread release anymore, so anything that came out past like, 1986 doesn't exist.

(Wow Fluffy that's so unrealistic there's no way people wouldn't quarantine themselves to stop it-- *looks at 2020* nevermind)

VILE uses it as a power grab, offering people shelter, food, etc. in exchange for joining. Fun.

There's incredible amounts of chaos and violence for the first decade or so, until late 1999 when VILE faculty member Dexter Wolfe is assumed to have been caught and killed.

Two things happen: ACME arises as a direct rival to VILE, and VILE acquires a certain Black Sheep.

ACME wants to find a cure. VILE wants the apocalypse to keep going so they stay in power. VILE and ACME are both much more well known.

Black Sheep grows up in a VILE compound, learning all her important thief skills of course, as well as the skills needed to survive the apocalypse: Firearms, bows, blades, living in the wilderness, etc etc. Pretty much anything you can think of needing to know in the apocalypse, Carmen learned when she was like six lol.

She officially enrolls at about 15, and escapes at 16.

Eventually she figures out VILE wants the apocalypse to keep going and escapes into the night on horseback, with Cookie Booker's stolen hat and coat.

She's on the run for a while and eventually winds up in Ontario, where she meets a recently orphaned 12 yr old Player. The two become fast friends and pretty much grow up together over the next few years. Carmen is very protective of Player and teaches him how to survive in case anything happens to her.

They make their way to Boston, pick up Zack and Ivy, and Team Red is complete! (for now)

Along the way they eventually acquire our favorite grumpy ninja, Carmen's favorite ACME agent, an aussie electrician and a couple more surprise people ;)

Carmen also discovers she may be the key to ending the apocalypse, but is ACME really what they say they are?

[lilis-doodle-dome]

AU’s that are for nobody (except me) sound off!

Halfa Tsukasa!

Young Tsukasa Tenma he was just 16

When his best friend built a very strange machine

Designed to make a show better than ever seen-

The partial death happened during wonder halloween, Rui discovered ectoplasm (although he didn’t know that’s what it was) and realized he could use it as a cheap, reusable fuel source for his creations. So his robo zombie had an ectoplasmic fuel core, which Tsukasa accidentally smashed (the robot and its core) during his fall, causing it to flow out all over. The ectoplasm reacted with the exposed electrical parts and fried Tsukasa who was in the middle of the mess, killing him. Partially. Since there was so much ectoplasm it uhh “rearranged his molecules” turning Tsukasa into a half ghost, half human instead of a full corpse!

A portal to the ghosts zone also opened right in that spot and it’s tied there until Tsukasa fully dies. So now any manner of ghost can pass (haha) through freely, and since Tsukasa opened the portal it’s, of course, his responsibility to put any ill intended ghosties back in their zone!

And Rui should probably also help out considering it’s also his fault this all happened. Emu and Nene are good friends who saw it all go down and are trying to convince the other half of the group they aren’t at fault and have nothing to take responsibility for, while also making sure they don’t get themselves killed, or fully killed.

I like to think ghosts from different places will reflect their culture’s idea of what would be expected for a ghost to look like. So a lot of the ghosts the group sees would be based around Japanese myths about spirits. Tsukasa looks like he does because he has to follow the halfa rule of just being themself but inverted colors, and doesn’t know how to manipulate ectoplasm well enough to change how he looks in ghost form.

Also considering making Tenpapa’s high paying, unknown job be something in the government that covers up the existence of ghosts. Normally by exterminating them, occasionally they will keep one alive for experimentation. And since there’s now a huge increase in ghost activity in Tokyo, centered seemingly in an area very close to where the Tenma’s live, well it seems like a no brainer to assign Tenpapa to that area. So now he’s suddenly home a lot more, talking about safety procedures dealing with ‘unknown threats’, all while hunting down his own son. Just to bring back the fun ‘my parents want me dead’ angst from DP!

This ended up longer than expected, oops.