#frankenstein au nonsense

[gin-juice-tonic]

what are you two TALKING about

#long post #i kept laughing at 'zombie popes all the way down' during work today #frankenstein au nonsense #Pbbth #comic stuff

[internetwerewolf]

Happy pride to Cryptid College Adam + Hyde, the most ever

#nonsense out of context but they are in love #frankenstein au #jekyll and hyde au #monster oc #character art #cryptid college stuff #franeksnstein #jekyll and hyde #hyde and his 8ft tall bf #hes showing him off #Actively encourage each other to kill #ESH You're both just enabling eachother's mental illnesses. You're both perfect for each other. Never change. #just never involve anyone else in what you've got going on #pride month #my art #Digital Illustration

[katesharmasheart]

You know it's interesting, the way everyone in the end is miserable, even the creature. In the end, it was never about revenge. It was about a reaction to be rejected by everyone and never feel accepted at all. even though at first the creature learns to be kind and polite, their physical appearance scared everyone, which led to a resentment to their creator and everyone

#ali nonsense #ali reads frankenstein #frankenstein weekly #there's something to say about how this in a way parallel to the genesis and adam and eve but an au where god hated what he created #in a way is it really an au tho?

[everythingisround]

uh oh! it’s lochlan posting hour!

+ a frankenstein au henny just for funsies ( @redthornzzz and @closeted-calliope ily )

#yes i know lochlan’s name is spelt ‘lachlan’ in the first one im sorry #me and grey actually bickered for a bit how his name should be spelled lol #eventually we settled on lochlan #i mean it makes sense. loch = scotland (clem) + lake (andy) #or the loch ness monster lmao #lochlan #raggedy lochlan #raggedy lockie #lockie #clandy #raggedy andy #uncle clem #clem the scottish doll #henny #frankenstein au #bailey nonsense

[monster-noises]

I know I've made like.. this exact post like four other times but it's gunna keep coming back up until I Figure It Out so.. I have been on and off thinking about the actually solid Idea I had for remaking FaHI as an Original text (along side or after FaHI Proper is written) And I think where I've ended up with it is pretty good! It captures a lot of the same themes and the bones of the thing and I like it! And Yet........ I don't think it is possible to 1 to 1 translate FaHI, it will always Loose Things, very very important things that will always make it a Completely Different Story. The same heart around the same ideas, in the broadest sense, but as soon as you take it out of exactly Where and What It Is it becomes something completely different.. Like you can't hit Any of the same story beats in the same way.. The structure of the environment is different so the way everyone interacts changes and thus shifts every important interpersonal moment.. the situation with the mold and the magic changes and changes the characters themselves in inherent ways that change how they interact with the world and each other but I have to change these things else it will be Very Obvious What This Was.. not a revolutionary concept by any means but I'm not entirely sure what to do with it.... FaHI; the fanwork is a story I Very much love and want to share as the fanwork that it is but there's a lot about FaHI that I love and Wish dearly I could share in a professional or personal context and I simply can't as much because of it's limitations as a fanwork... and I want to split the difference but ooo it always feels like I'm loosing so much.. GRAH!!

#monster noises #Also I can't figure out what to name Karl that isn't Karl cause it feels wrong for him not to be called Karl ;^; #I guess this is why most original fiction that stems from fanworks is usually something that's already been abstracted to an AU #you're already far enough removed from the source material that the necessary changes are aesthetic at best #you're not jumping straight from Canon to something Brand New #I think one of the things I'm struggling with the Most the most #is how to let Lazarus and such keep their like.. abilities #or some variation of it #without it becoming just So so obvious what the source material is #cause right now in the Original version that exists in my head #there Is some form of science/magic/Frankenstein nonsense happening #that allows Heis and Laz to Do the thing they Do #but not to the degree they do them in Village/FaHI Proper #like there's not Wornwolves.. no Auger.. Soldats kinda but not really in the same way that they are in game.. #Lazarus doesn't have bad blood and Karl doesn't do Magnets because they aren't infected with Mold #and I feel like That #that lack of transformative stuff happening To them that manifests this physical sense of 'are these men or are these monsters' #makes FaHI really really Loose something that's Super important to it feeling like FaHI #like the question of 'How human are you anymore?' looses its strength when you are still.... very much 100% human #at least to me #but for real how do i keep that and not make Karl like Super obvious lmao #everyone else I can fuck around with like my Alci equivalent is not 9 foot #but Karl's gotta be Karl y'know but also he can't be Karl he's gotta be someone else dfgjsksdha #it's all very complicated I shall simply have to continue to ponder

[icedmetaltea]

So here's that Frankenstein fic I planned to have out like 4-5 months ago rip

Taking a majority of my art off tumblr for now. Fuck AI

You Will Be a Monument to My Name (5921 words) by IcedMetalTea Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy's Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Daycare Attendant (Five Nights at Freddy's)/Reader Characters: Reader, Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's), Moon (Five Nights at Freddy's) Additional Tags: Frankenstein AU, Late fic is super late, Veeeeery late Halloween fic, Mad scientist reader, villain reader, Reader is an edgelord who needs therapy, and sleep, and some sunlight, Dark Comedy, Fluff, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Horror Elements, kinda sorta, Creepy Fluff Summary: You sank back in your chair, trying to relax your spindly shoulders. Your body was tense beyond repair, and spending most of your days hunched over your desk with but the weak glow of candlelight as a companion was doing nothing for your posture, nor your eyesight. No amount of discomfort would stop you, however. After all you’d done, devoting your life to the idea that you could create life from machines, construct souls from wires and electricity… and perhaps just a bit of occult influences, though you still berated yourself for stooping to such nonsense.

#Metaltea writes #Frakenstein au #Turned out real fluffy sorry ya'll #I needed fluff in ma life atm #Fnaf Sun #fnaf #five nights at freddies #fnaf sb #Sun x y/n #Sundrop x y/n #Sun x reader #Sundrop x reader #fnaf Moon #Moondrop sb #moon x y/n #moon x reader #moondrop x reader #Fnaf #Not shown but canon: Moon sneaking into y/n's room and stealing their sleeping cap

[carrotkicks]

i'm sleepy right now but

here's part of the school au timeline bc i'm gonna make a silly video game inspired miniseries based on that Player: START drawing i just posted in order to talk abt some parts of the au that i find making comics and lore posts tedious for

Dazai transfers in, she runs into Chuuya, and she notices her crazy strong ability. the first arc is Dazai just making friends, particularly the Detective Club, which is the og ADA trio, and Chuuya, who she is needlessly annoying to.

Chuuya's infamous in their class because she's "mysterious" and "kinda scary." Dazai forces friendship onto her with but here's the abridged version of the pitch: "I can nullify your powers, meaning i'm a threat, so you should keep me close. Keep any potential enemies where you can see them." (This will end up being a decent lesson for Chuuya later)

Okay [here] is just a cutesy slow paced section of Dazai and Chuuya becoming friends. There's some secrets coming to surface though. I think in this section we get a paced out series of flashbacks describing Dazai's backstory, and some hints about Chuuya's "home" life with N, and the abuse, but nothing in Chuuya's perspective yet

Dazai's pre-Mori life in this AU is vaguely like Batman's origin story and that's all you need to know for now i think.

Considering that Dazai is Mori the Mafia Boss's ward and recently participated in a coup,, there might be SOME risk of her attending the Academy, right?

School gets raided by some belligerent gang looking to fuck around with the Port Mafia, *a miniature school-contained zombie infection bc of an ability user storyline ensues (don't ask why. i've been thinking about it a lot* Skk saves the day, but it puts the two of them on the Map. Namely, a couple of assassins take notice (cough Rimbaud cough Verlaine... cough they aren't working together btw we need multiple quests obvs)

Adam Frankenstein new substitute gym teacher gets sent to the Academy to keep an eye on and protect Chuuya in particular. Why's she still in this school if there's shifty evil government bureaucracy nonsense happening? plot reasons. but she's got a bodyguard now :)

Random but EXTREMELY important fact is that Chuuya is not as good a fighter as he is in canon. She's skilled with her ability, but without that she's more or less on par with Dazai. She's considerably worse at offense than everyone else but decent with defensive moves. Either way if Chuuya's ability isn't at her disposal, she oughtta back out of the battle... Will she though? nah.

Rimbaud crawls out of his burrow when he realizes that his target from 7 years ago has resurfaced in a more vulnerable position. Obviously he's gotta take a crack at capturing it, right?

ok sleepy again. i leave you on this cliffhanger. I'll reveal some "stats" in the art posts later. BYEEEEEEE

#hehe giving you a very jumbled timeline #the highschool survival horror level IS indeed a playable side quest where an ability user from a anti-port mafia gang #infects the student body with a zombie like mind control bug and they're all trained on killing Dazai specifically. #chuuya and dazai and the Detective Club (for a bit) are the only ones available to stop it.

[karizard-ao3]

Frankenstein Eremika Au?

Well, anon, not having seen the movie nor read the book nor watched the TV show that I wasn't aware existed until I was googling Frankenstein because of this ask, I feel distinctly unqualified to come up with a Frankenstein au, but if we're just going off vibes rather than any practical knowledge of the story (like, I know the basics that I assume everyone knows), what about this?

No. Wait. Stop. I'm going to at least read the Wikipedia article.

Well, damn! Okay!

So, my original little smidgen of an idea was maybe Eren could be the monster and Mikasa finds him in the woods and now I am fully committed to it. But maybe let's say he did all his crimes and killed all those people and Victor first, so he's bad bad? Idk! Maybe he can still be at his "hating all humans but not yet killing them" phase. Let's not make him hideously ugly. Let us suppose for this au that Victor Frankenstein (aka Hange Zoe) was successful in making his monster a beautiful boy. There is something else about Eren that unsettles and frightens them. Let's say it's his crazy eyes and maybe also put some scars on him.

Anyway. Eren is Frankenstein's monster. Mikasa is a recluse living in the woods. She finds him half dead in the snow and looking like shit. She doesn't know who this big, injured guy is, but she manages to drag him to her hearth and set about nursing him back to health.

When he finally wakes up after several days, she is startled by his scary eyes and this pisses him off. He would go on a rampage, except he is pretty banged up and can't really move from his makeshift bed, so he just howls with rage and slams his fists into whatever he can reach, probably including his own self. Mikas is not about this dramatic nonsense and waits for him to tire himself out, then goes to give him a sponge bath or something.

God, he's like 8 feet tall.

Anyway, he's also killed a lot of people.

So, Eren is ungrateful. He is rude and destructive and he's lashing out because he likes her and he couldn't take her deciding she hates him like every other person in his life has done. But she just keeps putting up with him. She doesn't mind that he could snap her in half. She is depressed because her whole family died and doesn't care if she lives or dies. Also, she has a thing for saving wounded wild animals and has this Disney princess-like affinity with them. The forest birds will come eat out of her hands and wolves or bears or what have you that she once saved come to her door as tame as can be so she can feed them treats. So of course she manages to do the same with Eren. She doesn't really mind his scary eyes or the fact that his body is actually made from pieces of other bodies. He helps around the house and he's very sweet when he wants to be, which is more and more often because he sense a kindred spirit in her and she gives him the companionship and acceptance he's been craving. And then, in turn, he becomes like her new family.

And so, they fall in love, and live a life of solitude and peace and he's EIGHT FUCKING FEET TALL.

The end.

Anyway, that's my idea for the framework of the fic. Feel free to chime in with any ideas. The setting kind of reminds me of Witchunter, actually, and the fact he wants to kill her, but the bloodlust in mandatory and I'm not sure where else to put them since Frankenstein's monster tends to hide out in the wilderness, so please forgive me for any similarities.

#ask me things #my asks #answered asks #eren jaeger #eremika #mikasa ackerman #frankenstein au

[cloudypariah]

CoD (Task Force 141) Horror AUs

- I swallowed a bad thing (and now it’s got its hands inside me). 𑁍 Former captain-turned-professor Jonathan Price has never known himself as well as he does whenever he is near you. He prays your mutual curiosity is enough to satiate the depths of his hunger for you. Either way, he must have you for dinner. 𑁍 (Dark!Professor!John Price x fem!reader, Hannibal AU)

- Sharp sense of exile. 𑁍 The pressure to finish your research becomes too stifling, and at the behest of a friend you seclude yourself in a remote cabin to relearn the art of self care. Unfortunate for you that the creature who lives outside it doesn’t give a shit about any of that human nonsense. 𑁍 (Mothman!Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem!Reader, Cryptid Horror AU)

- I, too, can create desolation. 𑁍 To try and play god is a fool’s folly, and that was exactly what your brother was - a mad genius barely hidden behind his wealth. A shame that his creation can’t locate him, but the creature is more than willing to settle for the fool’s sister. 𑁍 (Frankenstein’s Monster!Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x fem!reader, Frankenstein AU)

- (You) fancy me mad. 𑁍 The MacTavishes lost their only son in a freak home invasion nearly twenty years ago, yet they’re happy to pay you handsomely for the privilege of taking care of “him” while they’re away for the holidays. It’s only mildly concerning when they give you a list of rules to follow. It’s even more concerning, though, when there appear to be consequences for not following them. 𑁍 (Johnny “Soap” MacTavish x fem!reader, The Boy AU)

Full masterlist here

#call of duty au #cod au #call of duty masterlist #masterlist #cloudypariah writes

[limefroot]

Wasn't sure if I was going to revisit this design so I decided to slap a background on it and call it done for now.

A Frankenstein/beetle juice inspired Hunter who isn't technically Hunter. He does have some loose lore and a few more designs in mind since one thing I missed from the show was more clone shenanigans. Also kicking around some thumbnails for Luz based on Lydia deeds from the cartoon and one idea for Willow I feel is really strong! Loose lore ideas for not Hunter and the au under the cut!

For this au I wanted to swap out a lot of the magic for more mad science, Halloweeny nonsense. It's set slight further back in the timeline of the Boiling Isles but not in the timeline of the human realm. Philip hasn't taken over quite yet but is highly regarded as a head scientist. This Hunter isn't actually Hunter and goes by Jasper because grimwalkers aren't quite a thing yet! Instead they are a theoretical creation, a perfect rebirth of a person using a philosopher's stone instead of a galdorstone. I'm keeping the bone of ortet for now. Belos tried and was unsuccessful in raising a grimwalker, the bodies simple wouldn't wake, but in the meantime a less ethical experiment from the medical coven was yielded interesting results... The bodies provided useful tissue samples.

An unfortunate accident would see his one and only son, Jasper Wittebane struck and killed by a run away carriage. He would be pronounced dead at the scene, and alive and talking with the doctors the next morning. Rumor has it Belos gave himself no time to mourn, jumping into resurrecting his son right away, knowing that the brain and memories of a person could only keep so long. One could argue Jasper's is a few centuries past it's expiration date in places.

Jasper doesn't remember much from before the accident and doesn't understand why his father is so insistent on keeping him out of the lime light, but Belos tells him stories and shows him pictures of who he used to be making him feel guilty for not recognizing the boy in the picture. Belos on the other hand keeps him around to wheel out in front of the reporters from time to time, having gained quite a reputation as the man who conquered Death, and doesn't want Jasper loose since he's become noticeably more chatty.

News of Jasper's Resurrection has been nothing but positive, with Belos able to put an even better spin on Jasper's "borrowed", bits by claiming they were "ethically sourced."

Fun facts (aka stuff that is not super relevant and might be subjective to more changes.)

Jasper's head can come off!!! The bolt in his neck tightens the metal wire holding his head on. If it becomes too loose his head could fall off! (He's fine tho. Eda logic.)

I might make the zipper an actual part of him! Give him a zipper for increased angst.

He can't used magic since neither half has a bile sack, however he is ambidextrous and was able to draw something resembling the runes Luz would later use soon after awakening. The doctors dismissed his drawings as his brain recovering from the accident. Debating making him see ghosts and stuff because of the borrowed brain bits, causing him to has a natural distrust of Belos.

He might not be the only one! I came up with another good starter design but it was too different to believably be the same person so Belos may figure out that grimwalker problem eventually...

He might be a student at Hexside, but one with a reputation for sporadic attendance.

It's hard to tell but he has little fangs!

#art #the owl house #hunter wittebane #hunter toh #toh au #toh Halloween edition #shout out to my beloved for helping me bu modeling the hand poses!

[gin-juice-tonic]

its not easy naming the end of the world you know

[virgo-dream]

10 people, 10 songs 🎧🎶

Thank you for the tag, @honeyteacakes, @aquilathefighter, @valeriianz and @littledreamling !! what are rules, right? I’m gonna shuffle my “on repeat” and tag the people the songs remind me of!

1. Nonsense, by Sabrina Carpenter

It’s a bit obvious who I’m tagging for this one lol @littledreamling here u go! (cue that “me, obsessed with you? Yes I am” audio)

2. What I Want, by Muna

This one reminds me of @landwriter, probably because of one of her many wonderful AUs. Oh, it’s the Twitter beef one for sure lol

3. Girlfriend, by Hemlocke Springs

The entire vibe of this song reminds me of @the-cloudy-dreamer’s vibrant and fun personality!!

4. As It Was, by Harry Styles

Based on vibes only, this reminded me of @avelera immediately! Definitely has something to do with the two IV bags feeding me CLVM and Giving Sanctuary 🙏

5. omw, by Ashe

This one goes to the lovely @valeriianz! The first line of this song reminded me of Dream in Bolt in the Blue: “I take back what I said/ even though I meant it”

6. Beg For You, by Charli XCX feat. Rina Sawayama

This one was difficult, but only because the person it reminded me of is someone I haven’t interacted much with yet and I wasn’t sure if I should tag or not… anyway, hi @delta-pavonis lol

7. Love You Need, by Ashe

I’m giving this one to @mathomhouse-e because her art gives me the same vibe this song does 🫰

8. About Damn Time, by Lizzo

This one can only go to the absolute baddest there is, @wintersmitth. 💖

9. Frankenstein, by Rina Sawayama

@moorishflower, you’re getting this one! Reminds me of your deep sea creature AU ✨

10. golden hour, by jvke

A soft song for the softest soul there is, @softest-punk! It’s the song that inspired my first ever oneshot, and of course I gotta dedicate it to one of the people that inspired me to start writing fanfic! 💖

Everyone mentioned is tagged to do this, but only if you feel like it! ✨also tagging: @immacaria, @pintobordeaux, @staroftheendless, @quillingwords, @btwimkindagay, @ghostboyjules, @arialerendeair

#tag game #tag meme #one thing about me I do tag games whatever way I want lol #Spotify

[mamamittens]

From Scratch (+18)

Day 6 of Spooktober!

Fandom: One Piece (Frankenstein AU)

Ship: VictorFrankenstein!LawXFrankenstein’sMonsterOC(Kirin)

Warnings: implied grave robbing, Law is an actual doctor unlike Victor Frankenstein, orgasm delay, pussy-grinding, wet dreams, hand jobs, choking, dirty talk, praise kink, hand kink, anal sex, teasing, and a very sudden inclusion of a dick where there wasn’t before (on OC, Law doesn’t suddenly gain two—sorry for the disappointment if I got your hopes up for a moment there). An aphrodisiac is implied but it's really just Law being horny for his assistant.

OC is transmasc and for unexplained reasons can suddenly grow a dick, just as a heads up if you would prefer not to read gay/trans/anal sex. I don’t want to hear any complaints on the matter either.

Word Count: 5,256

@cebwrites

Law has been described as many things in his fairly short life. A genius doctor, medical savant, temperamental bastard, sadistic asshole, and mad scientist to name a few. He was hardly shy about it. In fact, he was quite proud of the wariness his name was regarded with in many circles. It kept him isolated, sure, but he hardly saw that as a negative… well, usually he didn’t. Fact of the matter is, having an extra set of hands would actually be quite helpful sometimes.

He wasn’t egotistical enough to assume he could find just anyone off the street and they’d excel as an assistant. He wasn’t even expecting someone as intelligent as himself, either. No, such a person would already be known to him by now and would likely have their own research to conduct. The lack of help around his laboratory did start to weigh on him as time went on. At first it was just having a fit of frustration upon realizing that his shelves had become grossly unorganized. And then he realized how filthy the floor was and spent several hours mopping up dubious stains that he swears still mar the tile floor to this day.

It took roughly three weeks with twelve hours of sleep among them, twelve leftover pizzas, eighteen coffee cans, three mysteriously broken coffee makers, and at least half of that time a complete blackout for Law to find a solution.

Well…

He made a solution. Because he’s a genius. And geniuses are famous for solving their own problems, he was certain of it.

Was it unorthodox? Yes. Was it incredibly illegal? Also yes. Was it also an incredibly reckless breach of ethics and the laws of nature? Absolutely.

But! He made his own assistant! That’s right, he made one! None of that ‘hiring’ nonsense where he had to vet any possible applicants and spend his precious time side eyeing a stranger running around his labs—no! He could trust that his homemade assistant was perfectly capable of at least helping around the lab if not keeping up with Law’s own intellect… Probably.

Thing is, he’s not actually sure the damn thing even works. Hell, he doesn’t even remember building the six-foot seven monstrosity! There was definitely some form of grave robbing—he certainly didn’t grow the parts needed to make his new assistant. A patchwork of tan skin with snow white hair, Law’s new assistant was an impressive art piece at the moment. No sign of life—Law really hoped creating new life was the end goal and he didn’t go on a morbid build-a-bitch spree. Now that would be hard to explain to the authorities if it ever got out.

Chief of police didn’t seem very happy with Law’s mad scientist ways the last time he had to give the laboratory a visit.

The body hadn’t moved since Law abruptly woke up from his peaceful slumber with keyboard indents on his face deep enough to type his password with. And Law was starting to think it wouldn’t move at all from the sterile slab it had meticulously been put together on. What a waste of time! Honestly, Law thought better of his manically sleep deprived self—he really did. Sighing with the burden of unfathomable genius, even to himself, Law paced while deciding if it was worth trying to salvage the body parts for something else. What, he wasn’t sure, but the venture couldn’t be a complete bust! He wouldn’t let it.

“Excuse me, Doctor?”

Law didn’t scream. He didn’t yell, yelp, holler, or even squeak.

Not that anyone could prove it, anyway.

Law’s head whipped to the side, the face several shades whiter than before. The body—Law’s new assistant—was awake. Blinking slowly and rubbing their golden eyes with their hands as they awkwardly sat up with a yawn.

“…Yes?” They looked at Law directly with a somewhat awkward and twitchy smile. Right. Newly not-dead. Some of those muscles probably need a bit longer to function properly.

“It’s kind of cold in here… Do you have anything I could wear?” They asked awkwardly, “You said I was supposed to assist you but I’m still having trouble sitting up. It might be because of the cold?” It was a fair assessment. One Law wouldn’t have expected a corpse to make, even if the more likely answer was dead tissue suddenly reviving as the heart literally poured life into them.

No, that wasn’t right. This wasn’t a corpse. Not anymore at least. They were alive and breathing now. A thinking, feeling person now. And very cold because Genius Doctor Law forgot to give the poor bastard clothes. And probably a name.

“Right. Hold on a moment… Kirin, I’ll grab something for you to wear.” Law declared, as though he wasn’t losing his shit that he successfully created new life. From old, dead parts, sure, but still life!

Finding clothes to fit his newest creation was a bit of a hassle since they had several inches on him—which was the strangest choice Law made in retrospect—but eventually he found a sweater and a pair of pants that would work.

“Thanks, Doctor.” Kirin responded, not arguing with the name at all.

“So… how sentient are you?” Law asked awkwardly. Kirin gave a strange, twitchy smile as they finally stood up.

“Ah… did you already forget, Doctor?” Law huffed. He’d forgotten the implication he held a full conversation with Kirin before passing out. This… was going to take some getting used to.

Thankfully, it wasn’t as hard to get used to Kirin’s presence as he thought it would be. There were several surprises—like realizing that he probably robbed the graves of several people with different gender identities to end up with Kirin appearing to be mostly biologically female but strictly identifying as a man. Who’s head he took that contributed to the somewhat lackadaisical attitude with a shrewd sense for measuring up his needs at any given moment was also a mystery to Law. At the end of it all, he was just grateful he didn’t accidentally give his new assistant some greatly inconvenient biological quirk like severe autoimmune disorders or scoliosis. That would have been embarrassing considering he was able to, quite literally, pick and choose to his liking… whatever the hell that was at the time.

He still didn’t know what the hell he’d been thinking at the time making Kirin taller than he was… did he think he’d need more muscle to contribute to lab work? Law didn’t usually work with heavy objects… Well, unless he managed to find some sort of notebook on his necromancy work, the answers would continue to elude him, he supposed. Still, it was helpful having another pair of hands in the lab to help with menial tasks or whenever Law was elbow deep in an experiment and couldn’t afford to remove his hands for a different scalpel.

What luck that Kirin had a strong stomach as well…

“Doctor, it’s time to eat.” Kirin murmured just behind Law as he was writing down his observation notes. Law jolted in surprise, snapping his head to the side to find Kirin standing behind him. A glance showed that it was, in fact, time for lunch. Law doesn’t recall asking Kirin to bully him into eating but he was hard pressed to complain. His experiments certainly seemed to be going better now that he wasn’t on the edge of passing out every other day.

“Right. Thanks, Kirin. Let me finish this last notation and I’ll join you.” Law turned back around and picked up where he left off before he completely lost track of his thoughts. Looking at Kirin tended to do that to him… it was the eyes, he suspected. Just a little too bright and uncannily like gold for comfort. But instead of being unnerved, Law found himself a bit entranced. Like he needed to bring Kirin’s face close to his own just to see how the light and pupil movement made the vibrant color shift in rich hues. If there was even a flake of green or brown to be found there to explain the depths of his eyes—

Wait. No. He needed to focus damnit. That was the point of writing notes! Not losing himself in his assistant’s eyes like a love-sick child! He was better than that! What a ridiculous seduction technique it would be if he did that… why was he thinking about seduction right now when he should be pontificating about why his petri dish of mold is iridescent instead of pitch black?

Maybe there are downsides to getting an assistant after all. Or at least having Kirin be his assistant. Law had spent time around other people before after all, and he never wanted to gaze into their eyes or find out if their lips were as soft as he thought they’d be. If perhaps they’d groan if Law nipped the pulse point on their throat—

Abruptly, Law made a note to investigate any aphrodisiac qualities in the mold sample. This was definitely not normal behavior for himself. Frustrated, Law closed his notebook and cleaned up thoroughly before joining Kirin. If there was something in the mold, he didn’t want to ingest it any further than he already had.

Ducking into the kitchen, now spore free, Law noted that Kirin had ordered Chinese for them both. A nice change of pace from the slew of Mexican food they’d shared the past few days. Law poured himself some coffee and took a seat across from Kirin, grabbing his quant little take out box and digging in. The noodles were hot and just a little spicy, bits of vegetables and pork peppering the mix as Law maneuvered his chopsticks. Out of the corner of his eye, Law noted that Kirin had gotten better at fine motor controls.

At first, handling thin objects was a trial for Kirin. Unused to the delicate motions required, he usually broke the chopsticks and had to get a fork. Law smiled slightly upon remembering the triumphant look Kirin gave Law upon successfully writing his own name. Legibly too. Now he looked like he could audition for a commercial with how expertly he handled the utensils. Long fingers gripping the cheap wood perfectly without losing a single strand of noodle or bit of what looked like egg. Kirin’s hands looked strong and poised with purpose.

Like they’d feel dizzyingly wonderful on his neck—a tangle of noodles caught at the back of his throat, forcing Law to put his food down as he choked. And not in a sexy way either. Harsh coughs as Law pounded a fist to his chest, red coloring his face in mortification. Law could see Kirin’s concerned stare as broth went up his nose and his eyes watered.

“Fuck! Damnit—I’m f-fine! I’m fine!” Law coughed, scooting his chair back to splash water on his face when the fit stopped.

“Are you sure, Doctor? Was it too spicy?” Kirin asked, but thankfully remained sitting.

“Y-Yeah, just went down wrong. I-I’m fine, Kirin.” Law reassured him as air finally started coming in unimpeded by his stupidity. Cold water washed over his face, removing any leftover evidence of his shame… well, not all of it. Law cursed himself for the heat in his pants. Erection aching after the imagined actions of his assistant. Clearly, he wasn’t going to get any work done like this. “I think I’m through today. Feel free to do as you wish for the rest of the afternoon, Kirin.” Law grumbled into a dishtowel as he dried his face, still pink with embarrassment.

“…Alright, suit yourself, Doctor.” Kirin dismissed, going back to his own noodles. “I’ll let you know when dinner is ready. I was thinking about cooking up some pork chops instead of ordering out. Found some on the freezer the other day…” Kirin mused. Law sucked in a deep, thankful breath.

“Sounds good. I’ll be in my room. I think a nap is in order.” Law shuffled off, not willing to risk further embarrassment if he tried to finish his noodles only for the same thing to happen again.

With a bit of washing up, Law settled down for that promised nap. Cock still aching for relief but he stubbornly refused to give in. It was ridiculous. He was not going to jerk off to the thought of his assistant. He didn’t make them for fucking damnit! He wasn’t even sure if they were interested in such things at all to be perfectly honest. Huffing, Law buried his face into his pillow and closed his eyes. Sleep didn’t come easily, his erection burning against his thigh, but eventually…

Law was bent over a microscope, narrating his thoughts to Kirin as his assistant dutifully wrote everything down. Blindly reaching over for the next slide, Law was surprised when gentle hands grasped his wrist and pressed a slip of glass between his fingers. Pulling back, Law watched Kirin slowly remove his hands and pick up the notebook again. The warmth from his touch lingering on Law’s skin.

Law remembered this. One of his experiments from a few months ago… right. He was dreaming.

Kirin’s lips moved but his voice wavered like it was traveling through water.

“You’re going to ruin your back if you keep hunching over like that, Doctor.” Kirin said. Law felt his torso jerk in a scoff as lucidity poured into his mind. Separating him from his body. Gold flashed from behind fluffy white bangs as Kirin smirked. “I can think of better reasons to bend over a table than mold spores.”

Wait… Kirin didn’t say that.

Warm hands brushed over his back, the world melting as his equipment disappeared from the table. Law felt his body being pressed into the surface of his table by another firm chest, hands brushing down his waist and over the skin of his hips. Dipping down under his pants to his thighs as hot breath washed over his nape.

“This would make a nice experiment, wouldn’t it? How long can Doctor Law keep from cumming under his assistant?” fingertips brushed over his cock, twisting around the thick base and tugging sharply.

Law moaned, feeling precum leak from urethra. He shook, breath shuddering with every teasing stroke. This didn’t happen. Law knew this didn’t happen.

But fuck he wanted it to happen.

Law clutched at the surface of the table, white tile giving way to dark sheets beneath his grasp. Sweat dripping down his spine as he struggled to hold back his whimpering groans.

“Doctor.”

Something pressed over the head of his cock, smearing precum over it in slow strokes. Teasingly allowing Law’s thrusting hips to set the rhythm of his own torment.

“Almost there, Doctor.” There was a harsh squeeze as something fell. Knocking twice on the floor.

“Oh, you need something else though, don’t you Doctor?” hot skin brushed over his clavicle. A hand wrapping around his throat as a harsh whine slipped through, vibrating against the gentle obstruction.

“Doctor?”

Law jerked, back snapping straight as he panted, half curled into his pillow. Dizzy and still achingly turned on, Law looked behind him.

Kirin was peaking in through the doorway with a concerned expression.

“Yes? Hng—I mean, yes, Kirin?” Law growled before correcting himself. It was hardly his assistant’s fault Law had a wet dream about being choked.

“Uhm… dinner’s ready? Are you okay?” dealing with Kirin’s concern would be easier of hearing him speak didn’t make Law’s cock throb.

“Yes. I’m fine, Kirin. I-I’ll be out in a bit.” Kirin frowned, entering Laws room and pressing a hand over his forehead.

“You look like you have a fe—?!” Kirin started before Law moaned. Actually moaned at the contact.

“I’m fine! Get out!” Law snarled, face burning almost as much as his cock.

“But you’re sick, Doctor! No wonder you cancelled the rest of your experiment—you’re such a workaholic, I should have known something was wrong.” Kirin grumbled, cradling Law’s face in his hands. Law’s train of thought was broken by the soft, concerned look in Kirin’s eyes. “Was there something in the mold, Doctor? Are you having an allergic reaction? No, wait, you’re getting more flushed—”

“Do I have to repeat myself?! Get! Out!” Law blustered, not that it affected Kirin in the least.

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong! I’m supposed to help you, Doctor!” Kirin declared with a huff, scowling at Law’s petulant frown.

Law snarled, finally snapping from the combined pressure of his erection, the dream, and Kirin’s very real presence over him. Law reached out and pulled Kirin under him. Pressing his hips against the man’s thigh with a groan that momentarily derailed his frustration. Even through a thin blanket and sleep pants, the warmth of Kirin’s thigh felt good.

“I’m. Not. Sick.” Law managed to bite out. Kirin blinked, wide eyed for several moments before smiling devilishly. Law knows Kirin felt how hard his cock throbbed as that grin deepened.

“I guess cold medicine won’t help with that… but I could.” Kirin purred teasingly, Law freezing at the unusually smooth lilt in Kirin’s soft voice.

“What?” Kirin huffed, bucking his hips under Law’s weight, drawing out a low hiss from Law at the friction.

“You’re smart enough to know what I just said, Doctor.” Kirin teased him, “But I can demonstrate if you need me to.” Law grit his teeth against the hot wave of arousal that flooded him at the suggestion.

“You want to have sex?” Law asked. Kirin shrugged.

“I’m fascinated by your body, Doctor. I want to touch you everywhere you’ll allow me to.” Kirin explained. “You were making wonderful sounds just now… can I make you do those again?” Kirin placed his hands on Law’s sides gently. Testing the waters as he fondled Law’s ribs from beneath his shirt.

“Are you… sure? It’s a little obvious that I’m interested too, but I am a grown man, you know.” Law grumbled, breath hitching as Kirin skimmed over his nipples.

“Oh, I noticed that.” Kirin promised, hands dipping under Law’s shirt to fondle his chest intimately. Law shuddered as Kirin’s fingers found his nipples and tugged.

“I meant that I can take care of my own needs.” Kirin smirked at Law.

“And I know I could do better… with a bit of practice… for science?” Kirin joked, Law letting out a startled laugh.

“Usually, you have to record your progress for it to be science.” Law informed him. Kirin laughed this time, low in his chest with mirth.

“Kinky.” Kirin chuckled, roughly pinching Law’s nipples. Law, deciding to hell with it all, leaned down and pressed his lips against Kirin’s own. Out of practice and desperate, the slide of soft lips against Law’s turned into harsh groans as Law lapped at the taste of spice on Kirin’s tongue. Likely from tasting the food he made, Law still couldn’t help himself as he deepened the kiss, relishing the vibration of his partner’s pleasure.

Suspicious of Kirin’s own focus still on Law’s nipples, Law sat up a bit and ran his hands under Kirin’s shirt. Grasping the soft swell and sweeping his thumbs over Kirin’s nipples in turn. The shocked moan and arching spine beneath Law was thrilling. He smirked and pulled away from the kiss, toying harshly with Kirin’s chest as he squirmed. Law’s own erection taking a back seat to the lewd expression on his partner’s face.

“Oh? Well, would you look at that. So forward and eager to touch me—but you moan like a whore when I do this.” Law teased darkly. “So much for making me react… can you cum like this?” Law mused, pushing his leg up to press against Kirin’s sex. Hot and already wet beneath his thigh, Law ground against it until he parted the folds and ran up against Kirin’s clit. Kirin panted for air, hands tangling in white locks as he clearly raced to the edge.

Law abruptly removed his body from Kirin, shoving his own clothes off as Kirin glared at him before doing the same. Kirin’s expression was frustrated and dark as he licked his lips.

Now exposed, Kirin parted his thighs beckoningly. Law eagerly let his cock rest over Kirin’s pussy, forcing the man’s thighs back together as he rocked against his clit. Law’s cock quickly getting covered in slick from Kirin’s arousal, making his thrusts smooth.

“D-Doctor!” Kirin sighed, reaching up to fondle his own nipples. Law smirked, slapping his hands.

“No touching, Kirin. You wanted to help me get off—all I need is your pussy and thighs just like this… yeah, so wet for me. This turns you on, doesn’t it? Wish I would play with your pretty nipples since you’re not allowed, huh?” Law huffed, cock throbbing against the hot, wet press against Kirin’s pussy. “C-Call me Law. Call me Law and maybe I’ll let you cum too.” Law groaned, pressing harder into Kirin’s thighs.

“L-Law! Oh, shit you’re so fucking pretty. I can feel your cock—the face you’re making is so hot, you like this don’t you? Using my body so selfishly—fuck I like it too~!” Kirin panted, gripping the pillow under his head desperately, “I like you’re hands too—they feel so good on my chest, please L-La—ah!—Yes! L-Like that—oh~!” Kirin moaned loudly when Law finally gave in and tweaked a nipple.

Law didn’t expect Kirin to be this noisy, but fuck if it didn’t go straight to his cock. Electric pleasure pulsed down his spine and balls. Law was so close and it almost sounded like Kirin was too. Law had learned a lot about Kirin over the past few minutes. Chief among them?

Kirin’s expression when he was denied pleasure was hot.

Like Kirin’s thighs burned him, Law dropped his arm and propped himself above Kirin. Free hand grasping his cock and squeezing with hard jerks. Kirin scowled, pretty eyes desperate as he moaned loudly, body relaxing as he fell back away from the edge. The slick still coating Law’s dick a wonderful aid as he came, shooting out harsh spurts over Kirin’s stomach with a grin. Laughing a little, Law leaned down and kissed Kirin in mock-apology.

“You make the prettiest faces.” Law praised Kirin, “But I didn’t say you could cum yet.” Kirin tried to complain but it was drowned out by the sharp moan as Law flicked his nipples. Kirin stared up at Law with naked desire and huffed.

“T-Th-ah-t’s not very nice, Law. Better be careful or I might tease you right back.” Kirin informed him. Law laughed, kissing Kirin’s lips.

“Maybe I want to hear you beg first?” Law asked, Kirin scoffing a bit.

“Maybe I want to see the faces you make when I fuck you hard for teasing me?” Kirin shot back, thrusting his hips against Law’s thigh. Something hard and firm pressed against him and Law startled.

Sitting back, Law could only stare in shock. Before, and Law knows for a fact it wasn’t like that before, there was a cute pussy. Wet and begging for his cock… and now there was a dick there instead. Law didn’t know when or understand how but… Kirin had his own cock now.

“…Who’s fucking grave did I rob for that to happen?!” Law muttered, wide-eyed as he took in the long cock. Head a burning red that faded down the length seamlessly. Kirin laughed, reaching down to hold his cock up. It seemed weighty in his hand as he rubbed Law’s cum over the shaft.

“Are you going to ask questions neither of us can answer or would you rather see how fast I can drive those thought out of your pretty head?” Kirin smirked, allowing his cock to press against Law’s thigh as a challenge. “Or maybe you can tell me what you were dreaming about and we can make it reality?”

Law’s cock throbbed hard at the reminder.

The promise of being bent over and choked quickly returning like back to his cock. Kirin’s pleased and intrigued hum doing little to restrain Law’s daydream. Huffing, Law tried to regain control of the situation.

“What a dirty little slut you are, hiding this from me and still expecting to get to fuck me. Did you do your own little experiments to find this pretty cock, darling?” Law leaned down and kissed Kirin’s neck, nipping as he moaned loudly at the soft contact, “Did you make a fucking mess imagining it was my hands squeezing your cock? Or did you prefer to play with your wet pussy while pretending it was me? How long have you wanted to fuck me, baby?” Law whispered against Kirin’s jaw, relishing in the pants and moans that slipped out freely as Law grasped Kirin’s cock.

It was as hot in his palm as he thought it would be. Pulsing in his hand as he gave slow, languid pumps, allowing the soft skin to catch and pull under his somewhat damp grip. Law could feel the rapid pulse under Kirin’s jawbone, the thrum quickening under his tongue as he laughed. Law felt Kirin’s hands move to pull at his hair as he tipped his head back for Law. It wasn’t any sort of language that spilled from Kirin, rather lewd sounds that Law relished in as they grew in number and sound.

And as they grew in pitch, Law allowed it. Sweeping his thumb over the head of Kirin’s weeping cock, smearing the liquid down the shaft to ease each stroke. And when Kirin arching his back, Law struck. Squeezing harshly at the base as Kirin cried out in denial, aching cock not allowed to do more than pulse harshly without cumming. Law bit down on Kirin’s neck and sucked to bruise the skin with a bold grin.

Kirin pulled hard on Law’s hair, forcing Law away from Kirin’s vulnerable neck. He looked pissed, but his eyes and smirk promised retribution. Law… looked forward to seeing what his partner would do next.

“That’s enough of that, Law.” Kirin man-handled Law onto his back, reaching for the bedside table and rummaging in the drawer. “You’ve had your fun… now it’s time for mine.” Kirin pulled out a bottle of lube that Law kept there. It wasn’t that Law was embarrassed to have it—it was a little late to be embarrassed about his erection—more that Law was surprised that Kirin knew it would be there.

“Oh, are you going to fuck me now, Kirin? Did I finally push you too far? You going to make me pay with your co—ngh!” Law chocked as Kirin pressed a slick finger over his asshole, forcing Law’s body to accept the intrusion with slow thrusts. Apparently, Kirin had enough of Law’s shit.

Law gasped as another finger slipped in.

“I am, actually. What a clever man you are, Law. Only two fingers in and you’re already falling apart. And you make such pretty sounds too when you’re not running your mouth.” Kirin mused, slipping another finger in as Law moaned at the slight burn, “I bet you already know what comes next, huh? Your cute ass looks so good, I can’t believe I get to see this. And you’re so tight too, you need to relax babe. I can’t fuck you until you do.” Law let the tension bleed from his spine as he sucked in a harsh breath, sweat beading over his brow.

He really wanted this. He wanted to feel Kirin’s cock so bad. If he wasn’t dizzy with pleasure already, he would have tried to force Kirin to lay back and ride his cock already. But the promise of being given it anyway kept Law down, his own cock aching again, harder than even the dream had managed.

“K-Kirin!” Law gasped, hips jerking as Kirin’s fingers pressed into his prostate. Kirin let a pleased moan slip out.

“Oh, I think that’s the prettiest my name has ever sounded, Law. Deep breaths. I want to hear you scream it next.” Kirin pulled his fingers out, a whine slipping from Law until he felt Kirin press his cock against it. Coated in lube, it slipped in slowly despite the tight squeeze as Law tensed. Thicker than his fingers, Law panted as his ass was penetrated. The stretch burned slightly, but Law took every inch until Kirin’s hips settled against Law’s thighs snugly. “That’s right Law, keep breathing. You’re doing beautifully… so tight around my cock. Are you ready for more?” Kirin asked, gently running his thumb up Law’s dick.

“Yesss~!” Law hissed, heels scrambling for purchase as he tried to make Kiring fuck him already. But Kirin just laughed, pulling out of Law slowly before pressing back in. The burn went away with every lazy thrust and pass of his prostate. Small noises slipping through Law’s throat with increasing volume as Kirin openly groaned, eyes never leaving Law’s. Law shuddered and swallowed hard. “H-Harder, Kiri—fuck me harder!” Law panted.

Kirin paused, the head of his cock still caught in Law’s twitching body. He snapped his hips hard, shoving his dick in to the base as Law gave a startled moan.

“S-So pretty for me, Law. Keep making that face and I’ll gladly fuck you harder with my cock. Are you close, Law?” Kirin leaned in close, letting his lips slide against Law’s with every hard slap against his thighs. Law groaned and nodded, cock pulsing and smearing precum on his stomach with every fucking thrust. “Tell me what you need, pretty. I want to feel you cum before I do, even after you kept teasing me.” Kirin whispered into Law’s panting lips.

Law’s cock wept at the sudden reminder of his dream.

“C-Choke me. P-Please put your hand on my throat—I need it! I dreamed of you choking me har—gnh!” Law’s voice was cut off by a firm squeeze around his throat. Kirin’s hand a little too gentle and wary for Law’s raging hard-on but the pressure nearly sent him over the edge anyway. “H-Har-der~! Ahnnn—‘rder!” Law choked out, so close as his vision grew hazy.

Kirin squeezed a little harder and the pressure broke, Law’s cock spilling out between them as he throttled Kirin’s cock still thrusting into his ass. Air spilled into his lungs as Kirin moaned loud, filling Law’s body with soft grinds. Law could only blink as he came down from his high, keening a bit when Kirin pulled out, leaving behind cum and a feeling of emptiness. Body aching as he relaxed into the mattress.

“Hah—hng—Y-You alright, Law? I wasn’t too hard on you, was I?” Law swallowed hard and smiled, glancing up at Kirin with a dizzy smile.

“Next time, go harder.” Law smirked. Kirin huffed but smiled back, laying down next to Law as their bodies cooled from the sweat and sex still heavy in the air.

“…Dinner’s probably cold.” Kirin mused. A glance over revealing that his cock was gone again. Law should probably look into that… for pleasure and science, of course.

“Probably.” Law agreed, still regaining his breath with a lewd grin. “…At this point, it wouldn’t hurt if we… tried again?” Law asked, sucking in a harsh breath as he felt the cum on his ass start to cool.

“For science?” Kirin grinned at Law, laughing softly.

“For science.” Law agreed, laughing despite the protest in his lungs and throat.

#one piece smut #trafalgar law smut #law x oc #OC is transmasc #hope it came out right #probably came out a little more romcom than intended #I just like adding humor #call it a weakness #and don't ask what Law is a doctor of idk #frankenstein au

[picnokinesis]

Tag Game - First 10 Lines

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and  tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and  share anyway.

Got tagged by the wonderful @wykart - thank you!!! :D I’m actually gonna include the first lines of wips I’m working on that aren’t posted yet because I think that’ll be more interesting to show haha. Gonna try and put them roughly in the order I wrote/posted them in. They’re all Doctor Who, of course. 

1. Taken from a canon-based oneshot that I might not finish, currently called ‘i’m what’s left when children go to war’ 

 “What do you mean you can’t get her out?” Yaz is saying, clearly trying for stern and authoritative, but not quite managing to hide the raw fear that’s bleeding out through the cracks in her voice.

2. Taken from ‘The Trestle at Kasterborous Creek’, which is a spydoc canon-based multichapter involving matrix nonsense and references to an obscure play that I love a lot. Alas, it’s actually the second line of the fic that’s one of my favourites

The room is choked with shadows.

3. Taken from Campervan AU part 6

On a scale of one to ten, Ryan thinks to himself, how embarrassing is it to hide in the kitchen at your own party?

4. Taken from ‘fletching’ - yet another canon-based oneshot that I’ll probably never finish

The snow is crisp under her boots, each step a soft crunch underfoot as she traipses through the frozen forest, coat wrapped tightly around her.

5. Taken from your ex-lover remains dead (i'll kill who you hate), my post-TPOTD spydoc oneshot 

She really should not be doing this.

6. Taken from ‘haunted house’, which is a Ryan-centric post-TPOTD oneshot that I never finished

“I’m just saying that it doesn’t make sense, is all!” Yaz is saying, the video stuttering on Ryan’s phone screen as his shaky internet connection tries its best to carry the call.

7. Taken from and you will go to mykonos - a thoschei-ish prison ficlet

“This isn’t real,” the Master comments as the wind plays with the tails of his coat.

8. Taken from  FUTURE DUST (blood and rust) - zombie au!

The survivor camp is built around a hospital in what’s left of Liverpool, and it’s busy.

9. Taken from ‘the rockrose and the thistle’ - yet another unfinished spydoc oneshot

The sudden spike of pain sends her back into consciousness with a gasp, harsh against the darkness.

10. Taken from the wild grass overlapping the front porch, a dhawan!master pov drabble that I wrote as part of the drabble bingo challenge! 

It turns out that escaping death particles, frankensteining an army out of the corpses of his own people, and letting an AI share his brain eventually takes its toll.

There we go! Now everyone knows how much I’ve been floundering with wips in the last few months hahah. I’m hoping I get out of the rut I’ve hit with campervan au soon, but said rut is definitely making me more distractable. Trestle was going very well until I realised that it was much bigger than I anticipated (I was at almost 40k and realised I wasn’t even halfway through rip) and then hit a rut with that too, and now my brain isn’t letting me write rip. So I’m just taking a break now, and hopefully I’ll get back on the wagon sooooon.

Tagging some wonderful writers (but no pressure, ofc, feel free to ignore) - @taardisblue, @sunshinedaysforever, @gabeorelse, @novantinuum, @fictionpenned, @koschgay, @emptyofdust, @echo84, @krebkrebkreb 

#taka gets tagged #tag game #taka writes #I mean I suppose it could be worse #at least SOME of them are posted and done #i would genuinely LOVE to finish trestle some day #i love it so much #it's so weird haha

[uneducated-author]

(Coughs)

Have you ever been scrolling through your unholy 100k wordcount trash document purely of fiction nonsense and found about thirty stories, none of which have any beginning middle or end because this document is where good ideas go to die and there is nothing but the chars of the sparks of inspiration but you frankenstein three of the half alive stories together and wrap them in a trench coat like they're sneaking into an R-Rated movie and put the ungodly abomination on ao3 because ahahahaha...

Also, credit to @bapplebeess for their Braces!Dazai au, I asked for permission to use it in a fic forever ago and then realised I could never do it justice, but it's a super cute au and y'all should check it out if you haven't already.

#bungou stray dogs #soukoku #ao3

[waywardstation]

Okay I've been holding on to this from the train of thought forever.

Like I know you've long since gone past this point and the fact that I'm here talking about it now is nuts and you should probably delete this but I want at least get my thoughts to you in a clear concise manner

Like I was one of those people who were advocating for the idea of Giratina thinking that it was Ingo and I really do enjoy what you've actually gone towards it's really interesting.

But I read your big post and I didn't quite understand why you were thinking that it had to be -if you went down that path- sympathetic towards that Giratina sliver.

Like you totally can but there doesn't need to be redemption in the slightest.

a raw straight up Metal Sonic from within. Where they could be somewhat tragic figures if you think about it but what they want is completely opposite to what the hero that wish to replace wants.

I'm just saying you shut the down the idea without fully considering everything else (all sorts of different types of identity ( what truly makes up Ingo) and what makes up a person )

what you do have is really good. It's just that it's been stewing in my brain for a very long time.

And I know that all these ideas would fundamentally change everything that was build up.

if I recall correctly there was a push in the beginning to make the remnant a little bit more

( maybe it's like a new Pokemon or a budding creature with a conscious with no identity besides what is a random which is a very interesting foil to the nonsense of which happened to Ingo.)

I'm telling you you don't have to change anything I just came in too late to discuss these subjects but they're burning in my brain cells.

Like if somebody wants to go in this like odd strange Direction where they change the remnant a little bit. Can they do that? Is of course is giving you credit for original concept.

No worries Anon!! Train of thought AU is very much Community based and we can always circle back around to established things and talk through them again! It’s not a problem ^^

It has been a bit since we’ve talked about this, and maybe what I said back then I don’t quite feel the same anymore (I can’t quite remember), but as of now looking at what we’ve done with this AU, I’m not sympathetic towards the remnant. I’m pretty sure what we’ve established is that the remnant was a part of Giratina, but it’s not giratina at all, it’s a parasite and a Frankensteined entity (sort of like false Groudon in the jirachi movie, as I’ve stated before)

I think at one point I considered that the remnant was a part of giratina that would eventually have to unlatch itself from Ingo and return back to Giratina (?) but I don’t feel that way anymore. And I quite like your way of putting it though, Anon! It just wants the opposite of what the hero wants. It wants to stay where it is and grow until it can destroy and leave the mindscape.

Apologies if I didn’t consider something! I usually try to work with what’s given to me and most times just go with the flow of things (some cases I do consider other things though); I need opposition like this to consider other things sometimes! So thanks for sending this!

#train of thought au