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tangledbea · 1 month

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My Tangled/Bridgerton AU ideas that no one asked for

Rapunzel and Madame Gothel

The daughter of an extremely successful merchant (yes, she's getting a downgrade, can't just have princesses running around everywhere), Rapunzel's mother died in childbirth, and her father died of a broken heart shortly thereafter. Fortunately, the woman who was hired to be her nanny and governess was there to step in immediately, caring for the girl like she was her own.

Rapunzel is raised by Madame Gothel, who she calls Mamá, and is hidden from society for the majority of her life and carefully cultivated to be the Diamond of society upon her debut, which will raise her own status on the ton when they all see how flawless her “daughter” is. Rapunzel is beautiful, demure, regal, elegant, talented… everything a man could want as a prize. Now, if only Gothel could wed her off to royalty and secure her own status forever…

Before her debut, Rapunzel was rarely seen in public, though she could often be glimpsed in her window on the top floor of her house. When she was allowed out in public, she was made to wear wide-brimmed hats, keep her head down, and carry a parasol. Gothel wanted to prove she had a daughter while cultivating mystery about her, so that her debut would be a big reveal to the ton and the world. Because of this, Rapunzel was raised alone, without friends, though she spent a lot of her time in the window watching the people below. When they weren’t in London, they were at their country estate, Der Sonne Manor, with sprawling grounds and little staff, who were under severe threat to never speak of the girl when they happened to catch sight of her.

Though Rapunzel is barely interested in most of the men whose eye she catches, she knows her job is to catch a husband. Against Gothel’s desires, she wishes to find someone interested in her, and not just her beauty and status. She hates suppressing her entire personality and hiding her quirkier interests, but she does what she’s told, lest she risk her mother’s wrath.

Unbeknownst to Rapunzel, Gothel murdered her father when she was an infant after securing that she would have access to Rapunzel's inheritance in order to raise her properly. She took advantage of his broken heart, manipulating him to sign legal documentation before killing him. Though the exact cause of his death is not confirmed, there are those who speculate that Gothel had something to do with it.

Eugene Fitzherbert and King Edmund of Umbra

There was treachery afoot in Umbra when Eugene (Prince Horace) was but a baby. King Edmund sent his only child away for his own protection, but the trusted maid he sent him with was killed en route to a safe location. Suspecting she was being tracked down, she left the baby on a stoop. The people who lived there were unable to care for him, and so took him to the local orphanage, where he grew up under the name Eugene Fitzherbert, and never knowing his lineage.

Growing up poor, Eugene longed for a life of wealth and adventure, envious of the nobles who dallied in the richer parts of town. Knowing that there was little to no future for an orphan, he took to stealing and conning to give himself even a fraction of the life he wanted.

He became jaded over time, convinced that the world was hard and cruel, and that he'd never know anything else. And yet, when he was 25, he was abruptly rediscovered by his birth father, who announced his lineage and brought him back home to be the Crown Prince.

Eugene (who refuses to go by Horace) is at something of a loss. This is the life he has always wanted, and yet he has no idea how to actually live it.

Lance Strongbow

Lance grew up in the orphanage with Eugene, and they were best friends, learning to steal and con together. However, their paths diverged in their late teens, and while Lance didn't know what became of his friend, he set his own sights on being such a convincing conman that even the nobles wouldn't know the difference.

He slowly and gradually worked his way up in subtle ways, until he hatched his major plan. The Baron of Vardaros is a man who has not made a public appearance for decades. The last Lance heard, he'd made his way to America and was never coming back. And so, Lance took his name and title, and has begun passing himself off as the current Baron of Vardaros.

He is a rake, spending his time at the club with other men and enjoying the marriage season because he gets much attention from fawning young ladies who are hoping to catch a rich, titled husband. In truth, he gets a huge thrill out of knowing that he is a fraud, and that no one around him is any the wiser.

Little does he know, the true Baron of Vardaros is soon to catch wind of his identity theft, and will want his revenge.

#Tangled #Tangled the Series #Rapunzel #Eugene Fitzherbert #Lance Strongbow #King Edmund #Mother Gothel #TTS #Crossovers

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lilacmingi · 2 months

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ALICE IN WONDERLAND AU: TAEHYUNG’S ENDING

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works

Pairing: Mad Hatter!Taehyung x fem reader

Word count: 1,710

Note: There’s no taglist for the separate endings. If you haven’t read the series yet, you can find the intro here or find it on my masterlist which is linked at the end of the imagine

Every single one of them were amazing and beyond perfect, but your heart seemed to be pulled towards one of them in particular.

Like a magnet, your eyes were instantly drawn to Taehyung.

"Tae."

He looked up at the sound of his name, his eyes wide in surprise. "Me?"

"Yes you." A soft laugh bubbled up out of you.

His unique, boxy smile made its grand appearance as he ran up to embrace you. Your arms wrapped around him, hands rubbing up and down his back as you relaxed in his hold, letting his comforting scent wrap around you like a warm blanket. He smelled like he just walked out of a bakery.

You parted ways and started saying your goodbyes to all the incredible people you were able to get reacquainted with.

"You'll visit sometime. Right?" Namjoon asked.

"Of course."

"I have small gatherings here at my castle." Jin mentioned.

"Oh. We'll definitely show up."

Taehyung nodded in agreement.

"Well, we should probably get going. If any of you want to meet up sometime, just let us know."

"Yeah and please feel free to stop by any time." Taehyung chimed in.

After saying your goodbyes, both you and the crazy man you had chosen to be yours left the castle and down the cobblestone pathway.

"Like I said earlier, my house a little shabby-looking, so I hope that's not a big deal." Taehyung mentioned as the two of you walked side-by-side.

"Not at all. As long as I get to be with you I'm happy."

"You're so cute, Y/n." He gushed, affectionately pinching your cheek.

Holding back a smile, you turned away only for Taehyung to lean in front of you.

"Don't hide. If you do that, I can't see your cute face." A quick kiss was pressed against your lips. "I'll give you a proper kiss when we get home." He winked.

"Well... we're alone now."

"No. I can't. They're watching us." His shifty eyes moved around warily.

"Who?" You inquired, following his gaze.

"Nothing. Let's go." He dismissed, pushing you forward.

The man was completely bonkers and quirkier than anyone you'd ever met, but that's what made him so lovable.

"Who's watching us?" You inquired.

"I don't know, but they watch all the time. I know they do. I can feel them." He narrowed his eyes.

"You're out of your mind." You chuckled.

"I know that. Now let's go."

The both of you passed by the tea party area where broken glass and abandoned teacups were scattered about the tabletop.

"We're almost there." Taehyung announced. "I don't live far from here."

After walking a little father through a patch of tall plants, you arrived at a small house.

"This is it." Taehyung smiled.

"This is where you live?" You asked, mouth hanging agape.

"It is. I told you it's a little shabby."

You immediately punched his arm. "This looks like Gucci and you say it's shabby? Are you kidding me?"

It was a gorgeous tiny house with a cozy vibe and even had a small, natural pool out in front.

"It's not shabby?" He questioned, lifting his hat to scratch the top of his head.

"No."

"And what's Gucci?"

"It's an expensive brand we have where I'm from, you wouldn't know."

"I'd like to know." He said, his eyes widening with interest.

"Let's just go inside." You chuckled.

He nodded and opened the door to your new home.

Your eyes widened when you saw the interior. It's even more fancy than the outside.

"Taehyung." You gaped.

"What?"

"Your house is incredible."

He grinned brightly at your compliment. "Oh. Don't forget, it's our house now." He leaned down and kissed your tips.

"Are you hungry? I have tea, and tea, and tea, and tea, and tea, and—“

"Taehyung." You chuckled.

"What?"

"Do you have anything else besides tea?"

"Of course I do, silly." He ruffled your hair.

"What do you have here?"

"What do you want?" He asked.

"Anything, really."

"Perfect! Then I can make some delicious instant noodles."

"That'll be great."

"Chef Taehyung at your service." He bowed before rushing off to the kitchen.

You followed him to the cozy little kitchen and took a seat on the countertop.

He started boiling water on the stove while you watched him, imagining many days like this one in the future where you watch him bustle about the kitchen.

He turned around and looked at you with a content expression. You flashed a smile, your gaze staying glued to him as he made his way towards you. His large hands slowly wrapped around your waist, his perfectly-sculpted face leaning closer to yours. In that moment, Taehyung's eyes were no longer playful, instead they were dark and hooded, swirling with intense emotion.

"How about I give you that proper kiss I was talking about, hm?" He murmured.

You couldn't speak, only nodding in response.

Taehyung leaned forward, placing his lips on yours and boy was it magic. This was a real kiss and nothing even close to the way he smacked his lips on yours when you first met.

Your eyelids closed on their own and you removed his top hat, placing it on the counter so you could run your fingers through his fluffy hair.

He pulled away and gently ran his thumb over your cheekbone, his gaze darting about your entire face, memorizing the details of it.

"You're so pretty, Y/n. I mean it."

Getting flustered under his intense gaze, you started to turn away only for him to pull you back to him, guiding you to his lips once more. This time, the kiss was more passionate as Taehyung's head tilted to the side to slot your mouths closer together. His hands slid down to your thighs, giving them a gentle squeeze that made your stomach flip.

Things were starting to get heated when you parted ways.

"Tae, the water." You reminded him, having nearly forgotten about the instant noodles he offered to make.

"Ah! Darn it!" He hastened over to tend to the water, which was bubbling like crazy. "Got too distracted."

He poured the piping hot water into the bowl of dried noodles and closed the lid. It didn't take long for your food to be ready. The both of you took a seat at the small dining table that was big enough for two people.

"Sorry I don't know how to make anything fancier." He frowned.

"It's okay." You grinned, ruffling his hair lightly just as he had done with you. "I'm happy with whatever you make me."

Two weeks later

You made your way out to the small pool outside the cozy house you called home. After living with Taehyung for a couple weeks, you learned that Wonderland was a lot like your old home. There's places to get clothes and places to eat. It's weird. The only difference is there's not near as many businesses there as there are back home. There was a handful of shops and a couple restaurants. That was pretty much it.

Something you also learned was that Taehyung loved making hats. In fact, he made you a couple, but you weren't much of a hat-wearer. That didn't stop you from modeling them for him, though.

You eased into the pool, running your fingertips over the surface of the water, watching the ripples dance along the top. You heard the front door open and turned to see Taehyung heading towards the pool sporting some eccentric swim trunks. The sight made your heart thump. His tanned skin paired well with the colorful shorts, not to mention his slim build, soft tummy, and fluffy hair made him look exceptionally adorable.

"Hey, cutie."

"Hey." He greeted through giggles. "I saw you were headed to the pool and wanted to join."

"I'm glad you did."

He stepped into the pool and made his way over to you.

"You look cute in your little swim trunks."

"I do?"

"Yeah, but you always look cute."

He visibly started to get flustered, his round cheeks tinting pink.

"Look at you getting all embarrassed." You chuckled. "Usually it's the other way around."

"Exactly. I'm supposed to be the one getting you all embarrassed." He huffed while hugging your back.

"You do that all the time. Especially when you compliment me."

"Then your eyes get shifty and you look away from me." He spoke, a tiny smirk making it's way onto his lips.

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth.

Taehyung's demeanor changed quickly, his large hands started running up and down your back as he pulled you closer. He let out a chuckle when he saw you were beginning to get flustered.

One of his hands settled at the back of your neck, pulling you in as he leaned his face closer to yours. Your eyelids slid closed just before your lips made contact.

Taehyung hummed in satisfaction when you reciprocated his actions, your hands running up and down his bare back, the water clinging to him helping your palms to glide along his skin. Your limbs had a mind of their own, your hands moving from his back, to his chest, and up into his fluffy locks.

The water in the pool was fairly shallow and only came up to your midriff, but that didn't stop you from jumping into Taehyung's arms, allowing him to catch you. His hold on you was firm as his mouth worked against your own, moving at a feverish pace.

When you parted ways, both of you were panting and out of breath, gazing dazedly at each other. Taehyung's dreamy expression was quick to fall as he began looking around like he had seen or heard something.

"What's wrong?" Your brows pulled together.

"I think they're watching us again."

"Taehyung, babe, we're safe here."

"I thought we were too, but I think they're watching us. That's such a pervy thing to do." He cringed.

"I don't think these things you're talking about are real."

"You don't know that."

You shook your head, unable to suppress a light chuckle. "You're off your rocker, but I love you for it."

"I love you too. Now let's get inside where no one can see us."

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#taehyung x reader #taehyung x you #kim taehyung x y/n #kim taehyung x reader #kim taehyung x you #bts alice in wonderland au #bts au fic #bts imagines #bts scenarios #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines

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wisteriadaydreams · 2 years

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Could I have headcannons of Tanjiro x reader where Nezuko tries to get them together, like they don’t realize they have feelings for each other but Nezuko ships them anyway

MATCHMAKER EXTRAORDINAIRE

pairing: Kamado Tanjiro x gn!reader

genre: fluff, modern!AU

words: 2.1k

a/n: im finally back to finishing my requests after who knows how long!

As the newest student of Kimetsu Academy, you're understandably nervous on your first day. Questions about whether you can fit in, make new friends, get use to your classes and all the like swarm around in your head.

You've been assigned to the Tansu Class, and at first glance when you walk into the classroom, everything seems normal. Your homeroom teacher is the PE teacher, Tomioka Giyū, and all your classmates look friendly enou—is that guy shirtless?!

You step onto the podium while trying to keep your eyes off the strange guy with his shirt’s button all undone. Tomioka-sensei introduces you quickly before gesturing to you so you can talk more about yourself.

You can’t help but feel anxious when you see a bunch of eyes glued onto you, and you resist the urge to fidget with your fingers. Just then, you accidentally make eye contact with a boy with dark red hair who’s sitting near the front row.

He seems to have noticed how nervous you are, and to your confusion at the time, he gives you an encouraging smile and eyes that silently convey his message.

“You can do it.”

You go through your little speech with more ease after that. The class clap politely, and you silently let out a sigh of relief.

"All right, let's see where we should put you." Tomioka-sensei scans around the room for an empty seat, finally zeroing in on one place in particular. "There's an empty place next to Kamado. Kamado-san, raise your hand please!"

To your surprise, the arm of the boy with hair like red wine shoot through the air. Your teacher nods and gestures to the seat next to him. "You can go sit there, (L/N)-san."

As soon as you settle into your seat, you notice the boy next to you—Kamado—giving you a friendly smile and a nod in greeting. You can't help but smile back at him, maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

You go through your first few classes, and finally it's time for the nerve-wracking time for many new students: lunch.

But before you could worry about where the cafeteria is or who you're gonna sit with, you hear your seat partner say your name.

"Hi, (L/N)-san. I'm Kamado Tanjirō, nice to meet you." "Ah, nice to meet you, Kamado-san." "Listen, if you don't mind, you can sit next to me and my friends at lunch." "Really?" "Yeah! I know it can be hard since you're new, so I want to help you. I-if you want to, of course."

If you could go back in time, the first thing you would do is thank Tomioka-sensei profusely for sitting you next to Tanjirō.

What began as a simple invitation to lunch quickly blossomed into a friendship, and you also get to meet his other friends as well.

There's Zenitsu, a boy with a heart as gold as his hair and as big as his screams whenever he gets chased around by Tomioka-sensei. You also find out that Inosuke, the shirtless guy, is also part of the group.

There's also Nezuko, Tanjirō's younger sister, who would sometimes sit with them at lunch and have the most adorable smile.

But even though you’re able to meet a lot of friendly and cool people (some quirkier than others), you still find yourself gravitating towards Tanjirō.

Perhaps it’s because he was the first one to talk to you. And also maybe it’s because during the entirety of that first week, he stuck beside you and helped you anyway he could. Don’t know where the lab is? Just follow him! Want to know where the best place to eat lunch is? He got you! Want to know which teachers to not piss off? Just ask him!

He even took the trouble to walk you back to your house to make sure you don’t get lost, and it just so happens that his house is in the same direction as yours. So it became normal for you, him, and Nezuko to walk to and from school together.

You become a regular at Kamado’s Bakery! Sometimes you go in the morning to buy some pastries, and often you would have study sessions with Tanjirō in the afternoon.

The kids absolutely adore you! They ask so many questions the first time you came. It came to a point that Tanjirō had to politely shoo them away before they could overwhelm you (especially when they ask if you’re dating him or not).

And there's merit to their question, too. It's hard not to notice how close you guys are. Tanjirō is friendly to everybody, but it just seems like he's extra considerate with you.

His eyes look for you in the crowd, he shares his lunch with you, and he even brings extra school supplies just in case you forget anything.

Some nights, Nezuko would see her older brother smile widely from ear to ear while texting on his phone.

"Who're you talking to?" "Oh, just (Y/N)."

She could tell right away that her brother harbored deeper feelings for you, but he’s just too oblivious to realize it. As a matter of fact, Tanjirō is liked by many people in the school, but he has always perceived their flirting as normal friendly behavior.

It’s the first time that he took an interest in someone else, and Nezuko is glad that it was someone kind and caring and makes him happy.

She already knows what her brother thought about you (because he literally can’t shut up about you), so it’s time for her to gauge your thoughts toward him.

“(Y/N)-senpai, what do you think of onii-chan?” “Eh? Why the sudden question, Nezuko-chan?” “I’m just curious.”

You hum in thought. “Well, he’s a really good friend. He’s nice and sweet, and always willing to lend a helping hand. He helped me with homework last night even though I called him at such a late hour, did you know that? And he brought me some pastry today just because I offhandedly said I was craving some...”

And on and on you went.

“Soooooo, you like him then?” “Well yeah, I think it would be hard to find someone who doesn’t like Tanjirō.” “No, no, I’m asking if you like him more than a friend.” “...Like a best friend? I haven’t known him for too long, but I guess I do consider him my best friend.”

No. Absolutely not. Nezuko did not just endure your rant just to hear you say that. Is she going to do something about these two oblivious dorks? Of course!

She recruits Zenitsu, whose poor ears have to hear Tanjirō’s heart and yours pounding at the presence of the other on a daily basis.

He reads shojō manga. I just know he does. So of course he immediately recognizes how the two of you felt. You two are in your little world sometimes, surrounded by sparkles and flying hearts and it’s honestly starting to make him sick a little.

But he wants to make his friend happy, and he’s not gonna pass on an opportunity to spend more time with his crush.

It began with excuses so that you and Tanjirō can spend lunchtime alone together (they had to drag a complaining Inosuke away). And then Zenitsu pulled some strings so that you both are doing classroom cleaning duty on the same day.

On one particular instance, it was pouring rain and you've somehow lost your umbrella, even though you remember bringing it that day. Tanjirō, being the kind boy that he is, offer to share his umbrella with you.

Due to the limited space, you had to stand quite close to him, almost shoulder to shoulder. It should be a simple walk home, but there’s something about being so close to him that makes you feel jittery.

Is he always this tall? Has his hair always been such a brilliant color? He really does have soft features...and he kinda smells good...

You turn away in embarrassment, afraid of where your thoughts are taking you.

(Don't worry, the boy next to you is more or less also going through the same thing.)

Nezuko and Zenitsu have come up with many plans, but you two are just so *clenches fist* damn dense. Finally, they decide to put one of their biggest plans into action.

Nezuko managed to secure some really cheap amusement park tickets, and everyone agreed to go, aside from Inosuke who had a wrestling match that weekend.

“Hah?? What are you talking Monitsu, my match isn’t—” But before he could finish, he had been loudly interrupted with a hand to the mouth by said blonde boy.

It’s a beautiful Saturday, and you’re supposed to meet at the amusement park. But when you arrive at the meeting place, there’s only you and Tanjirō.

“Um, where’s Nezuko?” “She was having really bad cramps this morning, so she can’t join us. Have you heard anything from Zenitsu?” “Apparently he got food poisoning from last night’s dinner.” “...So it’s just the two of us?”

It’s okay, you can do this. You’ve hung out alone with Tanjirō before, this time shouldn’t be anything different. So then why are your hands shaking just a little bit at the thought of spending time alone with him? His reassuring smile should make you feel better, but it just inexplicably makes your stomach do flips inside.

It took a few rides, but you finally are able to relax around him. There’s the carousel ride, and then you both screamed side by side on the rollercoaster. You held onto each other while the world spins around you after the teacup ride. You made funny faces in the mirror maze, and you unknowingly clung to his arm as you went through the haunted house.

You drop it like it scalded you once you realized what you’ve done, apologizing quicker than your brain could supply you with words, even when he told you that he didn’t mind at all (was that a blush you see on his face?)

You decide to cast it out of your mind, the sudden hunger that made your stomach growl becoming more important After feasting on overpriced park food, you walk together with soft-serve ice cream in your hands, laughing and joking around.

One of your arms is looped around his, and as you watched him throw his head back in laughter at one of your stories—his smile radiant as the sun—you have an inkling that this doesn’t feel like any other time you’ve hung out with him. The intimacy, the jittery nervousness that you feel, the unacknowledged spark in the air, the strange yet familiar feeling blooming in your chest that you couldn’t put a name to...

If you don’t know any better, you may even say that this feels like a date...

You mind screech to a halt at the very thought, effectively making you stop in real life as well.

What’s wrong, (Y/N)?” “N-nothing! Nothing’s wrong!” You wave the thought away and quickly drag him to another ride to distract yourself.

As the sun slowly makes its way down the horizon, it’s the perfect time to go on the Ferris wheel. You two sit on opposite side of each other, eyes glued to the window as your cabin goes higher and higher. Hues and pigments of orange and pink seep into the sky as if it is a fabric under the hands of a skilled artisan. The world peacefully transitions to the golden hour, a fleeting time when everything becomes a little more tranquil.

You watch the town from above, spotting places that have become familiar to you, watching as little glimpses of different lives appear before you.

And then you turn around—as if a voice had told you to do so—to see Tanjirō being cast in a soft glow from the setting sun, his burgundy hair turning a rich color like red silk, and his eyes are bright and full of wonder. He looks like a painting come to life, created with gentle and loving strokes that evokes a sense of safety and peace to whoever looks at him.

In that moment, something clicks into place, the name for that unknown feeling in your chest burst onto your tongue like fireworks, illuminating you for a second and quickly throwing you into the darkness when they fizzle out and left you feeling dizzy.

That night, you text Nezuko with trembling fingers.

“Nezuko-chan, I think I like Tanjirō. What should I do????”

In another part of town, Zenitsu also received a message.

“Zenitsu, I think I like (Y/N) as more than a friend. What do I do?? I’ve never felt this way before!”

The two matchmakers can’t help but smile in exasperation. You two better treat them to a meal after this is done.

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#kamado tanjiro #tanjiro #tanjiro x reader #tanjiro x y/n #tanjiro headcanons #kny x reader #demon slayer x reader #sunshine of my life #he's my sun #a dream come true #wisty writes

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asheanon · 6 months

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Since the feedback was there, we're sharing this thing here too! 📖 (Totally unrelated to FFIX and the blog other than it's another tale you can find Sal in.)

"Shot In The Dark"

Also known as the "Paranormal Investigator AU." 👻

(This is the one and only abandoned WIP pertaining to it, years old now, thrown together with stock imagery and a bit of painting! Still works, though. Image is of Sal and Ken, her brother. Bless them.) 💜

There are two different versions of this one. One is original, one has some Kingdom Hearts characters and references going on!

Synopses:

Original AU: Specializing as a paranormal investigator in her free time, Sal teams up with fellow paranormal enthusiasts (which includes Blane) to look into some recent activity in her old home town. She ends up encountering the ghost of her brother, who informs her his death was not her fault. Promising him to forgive herself for her disillusionment and that she'll find the true perpetrator, she sets out to avenge his death however she can.

Fanfic AU: Extreme paranormal events have been recorded, piquing the interest of a few paranormal enthusiasts across the nation. In classic Blair Witch Project style, they team up and set out on an investigation, losing one of their members to the inexplicable phantasm. In their state of fear and grief, some choose to abandon the investigation while others remain stalwart, now hellbent on solving the mystery - not only to avenge their fallen fellow member, but to reconcile the lives of many who had already been lost and the false accusations that had been made in turn. Essentially, this one involves Lauriam, setting out to find out what happened to his sister, Strelitzia. Uncovering what happened to Strelitzia may help unravel the mystery of what happened to Sal's brother many years ago. To this end, these two notably work together for the sake of their siblings as well as others.

Additional Notes:

This series was very strongly inspired by an indie game known as Sylvio. Or, more specifically, both the original and its sequel, Sylvio 2.

The overall feel and concept of these games was just a banger. The first game is quirkier than the second, but the stronger of the two, by far. Second one is very moody and introduces some new ways to spook you, but... definitely not as good as the first one!

The main character reminded me of Sal in a few ways and knowing how Ethereals can interact with spectral entities (ghosts) as is, I thought it would be fun to translate that ability into a hobby Sal may have as a human in an AU.

I also realized this AU would allow me to put a interesting twist on an old rendition of what transpires between Sal and her brother. (What now happens canonically may be different, but it's still sad, if not sadder...! It's always fated to be sad, no matter the story or AU. Yet another one of those previously mentioned "curses" always placed on her. Sal is a character who shoulders a lot of grief, turning "pain into poetry" - and that tends to be one of the biggest sources of it in every story I ever put her in. It's awful - I'm awful - but it's part of what makes her into the Sal we know and love in these stories.) 🤍

And, if you know me, the soundtrack just as strongly motivates the overall mood and story beats of these tales too. 🎵

#and now for something completely different 🏃‍♂️#midnight musings 🌃#Sal 🌌🎹#🕺#thread delivered #from the jaws of Xitter #and tidied up a bit too #💕#(god I wish Twitter and Xitter had an edit button)#(that you didn't have to PAY for)#(ffs)

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guiltyhearts · 1 year

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Zine Fic: Candy Roses

Pairing: Roxas/Namine (RokuNami)

Characters: Roxas, Namine, Original Characters (OCs), other KH characters mentioned

Summary:

Twilight Town is just like any other charmingly small town in that it loves its gossip and it can't know when to quit. Especially when it comes to the love lives of its residents, old and new. They will tell you that they know what's really going down between their resident candyman Roxas and the new florist, Naminé. But there are some details that are not meant for even the sneakiest and hungriest of gossips. The most patient and romanitcally-inclined among the gossips know that they only need to wait for Roxas and Naminé to prove them right.

Or, the story of how two introverted business owners fell in love while living in a quirky town that can't mind its own business.

A/N: This was written for @rokunamizine, a nonprofit zine for RokuNami in predominantly AU settings. That was what partly inspired me to write a story where Twilight Town is just a little bit weirder and quirkier, like the town in ‘Gilmore Girls’, Stars Hollow. But with none of the pop-culture references. I’m so excited to be sharing my story here! I want to thank the moderators of the zine for giving me the opportunity to write for their zine, and to meet other writers and artists who produced just some of the best pieces!

A special thanks to @somniumars for creating this special banner for the fic!

The zine store is currently still open for leftover sales, so if you’re interested do check it out!

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Twilight Town was the sort of town that saw beauty in the absurdly weird and liked to celebrate its history. It was also a town that loved gossip, especially about the love lives of its citizens. The love story of the previous owners of the flower and candy shops was particularly juicy: featuring betrayal, public screaming matches, and failing businesses.

So when news broke that a young woman would be moving into town and opening a flower shop in late March, people were quick to speculate, especially because there was so little information about her. All the townspeople knew definitively was her name: Naminé.

Amongst the speculation was a not-so-innocent observation that she and the owner of the current candy and ice-cream shop, Roxas, would meet and strike up a doomed romance, if history was any indication. Much to his frustration, Roxas was forced to hear people “inconspicuously” discuss it within his vicinity.

(“I am asking you politely to please move aside for customers if you aren’t here to buy anything.” “You told us to buzz off!”)

Naminé’s arrival coincided with the annual Starlight Festival, so no one paid her much attention. Although it was her first day and she was exhausted from moving, the festive air piqued her interest, and she ventured out later that night, following the star patterns on the sidewalk to the town square. At the center, the gazebo adorned with luminous fairy lights beckoned. Meanwhile, Roxas closed shop at 6pm to join his friends. Even if the romantic overtones of the festival couldn’t be ignored, there was always food, and there was no denying how picturesque the town square looked that night.

Halfway through the evening, the town’s mayor stood at the gazebo to address the crowd by retelling the legend of the lovers who found each other in the darkest of nights.

“Under the cover of night, they ran away to find each other. Though hope seemed lost, the stars shone brightly, lighting a path for them to follow until it brought them here.” The mayor pointed to the ground where he stood. “At this spot, the lovers were united at last.”

From across the gazebo, their eyes met. They did not gaze at each other for long, but it was still enough. Even as they spent the rest of the night with other people, they periodically glanced at each other, but did not catch the other person’s eye again.

For two weeks after the festival, the townsfolk could only talk about the new florist and how mysterious she seemed. The most curious and bored of these citizens deliberated over any occasion that Naminé and Roxas could have had contact together. Even when the consensus was that they were certainly in love by now, there was no straight story as to how it started.

The fact is, their first proper meeting was at a party. Having befriended Naminé almost right away, Olette, who worked in the town hall, invited her newest friend to meet her oldest friends. This included Roxas, who could rival Naminé as the quietest person in the room. In spite of this, or perhaps because of it, the two quietest people soon found each other.

After cursory introductions were made, Naminé said, “I wanted to see you.”

“Really?” asked Roxas. He couldn’t help but smile as Naminé’s cheeks blushed a rosy pink.

“What I mean is, I wanted to thank you in person.” At Roxas’s confusion, she elaborated, “For the business owners’ welcome package.”

“Oh. It wasn’t much. I hope you liked the candy.”

“I did. I had to pace myself so I wouldn't eat it all, especially the candied apricots.”

Roxas brightened. “You liked those?”

“I did!” And she meant it.

It was his turn to blush. “Thanks. I’m really glad you do. But if anything, I should be thanking you for your gift. The flower’s really nice, and the thank-you note too.” Your handwriting is as cute as your art, he wanted to add. “I’ve been trying to take good care of it.”

“Pansies just need regular watering, and they do better away from direct sunlight in the afternoon,” Naminé explained. “But if you need any help, you can come to me.” For more than plant care advice, I hope.

And just like that, Roxas and Naminé were on their way to becoming friends.

At that same town square later that spring, the two of them swapped childhood stories. They marveled at the ease with which they could talk about themselves and share so much of their lives.

(“You really wanted to be a bee?!” “I had just learnt about them, I thought that was the only way I could understand—stop laughing!”)

While walking his dog on an August afternoon, Roxas shared his early missteps in running his own business right after college.

(“So what did you do with the extra five pounds of salt you ‘accidentally’ ordered?” “Put those fingers down. What didn’t go into the sea-salt ice cream went into the salt taffy. For two months...”)

Naminé shared her own college stories with gentle encouragement (and a little ice cream bribery) while drying off from the annual Water Gun Fight during the first September weekend.

(“And that’s the one and only time I ever went to a rave.” “You still design tattoos for free though, right?”)

By October, they were good friends, maybe even best friends. But somehow not a couple. Some of the sharpest and most gossipy eyes among the townsfolk were quick to latch onto moments where they were seen in public together as undeniable proof that they were deeply in love and could not be kept apart. he more skeptical folks were just as quick to point out that they could simply be friends who shared a close platonic bond.

But even the most observant of starry-eyed gossips can miss some details. Like how, late one night in early November, Roxas and Naminé drove to a grassy hill that overlooked the town in all its dimly lit glory. The sky was unusually clear and so the stars were especially bright. It was the perfect night to stargaze, to feel immersed in this cosmic wonder with the person next to you. As if moved by the stars themselves, they faced each other at the same time and leaned forward. They could still see stars under their closed eyes as their lips met. Her soft breaths mingled with his and the heat of his cheeks on her cool fingers proved equally enchanting. In the space between their lips they whispered a quiet desire for the night to not end here. They hoped it was only the beginning.

One day in the first week of February, the local diner was abuzz when Roxas and Naminé walked in together wearing matching red scarves! Matching! Red! Scarves!

So what if they were not perfectly identical? Two people of opposite genders were together, wearing matching clothing! They had to be dating! It took considerable patience from Roxas to not snap at the other diners, and even Naminé was visibly bothered but said nothing. Had she known the scarves would be such a big deal to the townsfolk, she might have risked the terrible cold and put hers away beforehand.

(But when she remembered an earlier moment, when she brushed stray snowflakes off Roxas’s thicker scarf first, and how Roxas followed by pulling her closer to his face with her own scarf, she couldn’t really regret it. When she tried the same thing later at his doorstep, his dopey grin told her he had no regrets of his own.)

But that was all the town had—speculation and gossip. There was no undeniable proof after all until early March at the town’s annual Pick-a-Nic Basket Auction.

Always hosted at the town square, participants would put together a picnic basket that would be up for auction. The basket-makers would also be available to spend time with the person who won if they so desired. While this was not mandatory, it had become so commonplace that it was all but accepted as a way for couples, established and prospective, to make public displays. The town’s favorite secret couple provided their own baskets from their businesses, both going for high bids. They would not bid on each other’s baskets, lest they get the rumor mill running. It did not go unnoticed that Naminé arrived with Olette instead of Roxas. Meanwhile, it was suspicious that Roxas neither raised his hand nor his voice over Naminé’s picnic basket, even when the town’s deputy sheriff and local pain in the rear, Seifer, placed a bid.

Then a basket strapped to a red skateboard was on the docket, courtesy of Hayner, the manager of the town’s skateboard shop.

“Also, the winner gets skateboarding lessons from me and Roxas!” he announced.

The bidding started at $10, but it was not long before bids started coming in, mainly from young women seizing on the chance to get Roxas’s company at last. It was down to two women, Selphie and Rikku, who kept upping each other’s bids. When the bid reached $60, that seemed to be it. The auctioneer, Old-Man McCartney, raised his gavel to close the bid…

“$100!” a voice cried out, shaky but loud. Every head turned, agog to see quiet, meek Naminé standing straight and determined. This included Roxas, who stood awestruck on the other side of the gazebo.

“$101!” one of the girls shouted to no avail.

“$150!” Naminé cried immediately, almost frantically.

“150 going once, going twice…” Old-Man McCartney banged his gavel on the podium. “Sold!”

Naminé kept her head down as she collected the basket-skateboard combo and made her way out of the crowd amidst the (gleefully gosippy) whispers.

“Wow, I didn’t know Naminé wanted skateboarding lessons that much,” Hayner said.

Roxas silently followed after her where she stood alone in an alleyway by a café. Even as they stood together, they didn’t exchange a word. Instead, Roxas took the basket-skateboard from Naminé and let her lead them further into the alley.

“I thought we agreed we weren’t going to bid on each other’s baskets,” said Roxas, breaking the silence.

“We did. But I didn’t know about this,” Naminé rebutted.

“It was kind of last minute,” Roxas admitted abashedly. When Naminé turned away, he reached out to gently tilt her face up to look into her eyes, searching for answers.

“I know that it wouldn’t have meant anything to you, but something about seeing someone else think they could be with you when I’m right here.” Naminé muttered. “I don’t want to hide anymore.”

This would have been an opportunity to point out that Naminé was in fact hiding, but Roxas didn’t take it.

“Twilight Town is so weird sometimes, and I love it for that,” Naminé went on. “I love that they don’t hide it. So why should I hide that you’re with me?”

“I love being with you. You know that.” Roxas smiled. “I just don’t like that the town cares about this so much.”

“Do you think we’ve given them something to talk about?” she asked.

“More than enough to last a lifetime,” he grumbled half-heartedly. “Maybe it won’t matter if we go public.”

They weren’t entirely wrong. Tongues wagged when people saw Roxas run after Naminé into an alley (the pearl-clutchers clutched in horror). Naminé’s stunt at the Pick-a-Nic Basket Auction was the talk of the town for days. But just as quickly, people would move on to the Next Big Thing. In time, the couple felt more comfortable with public displays of affection that didn’t have onlookers and gawkers.

(To the town’s credit, they understood that Roxas and Naminé’s relationship was none of their business, and it was easier to ignore the duo's PDA once the gossipers realized they were a boringly happy couple.)

Whether a secret or a public affair, the couple would still share themselves with each other. That never changed. Before they knew it, it was time for the Starlight Festival once more. This also marked one year since Naminé moved into town as the new florist. It would show later that evening, as floral wreaths and garlands hung off the gazebo’s pillars, and flower crowns and laurels were up for sale to mark the occasion.

This was not the first event the florist and her candyman beau attended as a couple, and it would (happily) not be the last. Naminé and Roxas spent half the evening together selling his newest ice cream flavors: lavender rosemary, and rose. When they were completely sold out, the couple joined the celebration together, among friends old and new.

They stood in the center of the festival-goers gathered around the gazebo for the mayor’s annual speech, which once again consisted of a retelling of the legend of the star-crossed lovers that found the town together.

“…The stars showed them the way. They moved the lovers to safety, to sanctuary, to each other!”

Arm in arm, Roxas and Naminé faced each other. There was no need to speak tonight. They’d already found their way.

#Kingdom Hearts #rokunami #Roxas #Namine #rokunami zine #modern day au #My writing #fanfic #kh fanfiction #kh fanzine

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clairethecutepup · 9 months

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Cowboy Bebop: "Pudding Problems"

What happens, when Faye Valentine takes the following note from Angelica Pickles' book: breaking a man through the creation of pudding?

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So much for: "In space, no one can hear you scream (or howl)"... Then again, a femme fatale, like Faye, would know how to break a man to the point of defying basic science. No, I don't know what all she did to Spike, up till this point, either... I just know it had to have more than pudding involved, if you're gonna break a calm and collected guy, like Spike. You also know he's feeling pain in his very soul, when Ein has to howl in more empathetic pain. As for Ed... It's Ed: someone on the the quirkier side of things, at times.

No, you're still not getting an answer to Spike's sudden servitude, headcannon your own answer. I, personally, would imagine Faye's gambling habits paying off, with him being the indebted one.

I also need to find an easier way to indicate off-screen speakers, as the mini-heads proved a bit annoying to properly and decently make. Speaking of dialogue and speech/thought bubbles, it seems I really am back to the text tool than handwriting. I just hope Clip Studio Paint updates "MV Boli" to not have its periods floating in midair, thus forcing me to "lasso" them and lower 'em. It doesn't do that with commas nor other punctuation, so I don't understand why...

Boy, here I thought I finally figured out how to do comics, from the practice work with Puppy Eyes and Doll Eyes. It's an Ed Edd n' Eddy one, based on the "Assassin AU" by C2ndy2C1d. It's not as comedic as this one, but it may prove some enjoyment to you: [link].

Here are the links for the individual pages, before the fourth/final one, in case you want to read the commentary for those ones.

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#spike spiegel #jet black #faye valentine #Ed #cowboy bebop #fan comic #digital comic #comedy #shitpost #parody #fan work #ein #pudding problems #original art #art style #clip studio paint

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bleachbleachbleach · 2 years

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Wait I was think of this fanfic idea which I am not going to write at all but an idea so basically it a Naruto and bleach crossover basically Uryū Ishida is Sasuke Uchiha dad

So basically

My ship in this fanfic

Sasusaku

Uryu x Mikoto

This is an Arby's a Bleach blog

On the other hand, this ask has somehow found the exactly right place on the Internet that it belongs, because I WOULD DIE FOR Uchiha "appeared in like 2 panels" Mikoto, and I spent formative teenage years writing fanfic almost exclusively for Sasuke's dead mom (and his dead dad and his dead cousin and his dead brother). This is all to say I have thoughts about Uchiha Mikoto and what life she might have lived, had she wed Ishida instead of Fugaku.

I think Mikoto was Uchiha by birth as well as by marriage, because the Uchiha Be Like That, so she still would have grown up in the family cabal--if perhaps at a distance from the worst of it, if she doesn't marry the family head. On the other hand, this, of course, did not save Uchiha Shisui. And I think that regardless of specific family lineage, anyone of notable shinobi talent would still be fucked. Perhaps even moreso if her children also possessed the birthright of the Quincy. (I'm imagining this taking place in Narutoland, since Ishida seems like the likelier candidate for multiversal travel, given his resume.)

I think Mikoto would lead a freer life with Ishida, having brought his Karakura sensibilities with him and overall just being a thoughtful, kind person. In turn, Ishida would be familiar with the strictures of the Uchiha clan formation, though I think he might find their obsession with maintaining the family sharingan powers somewhat discombobulating, as contrasted with how he'd grown up under Ryuuken's dismissive attitude towards the Quincy legacy. (Like, I seriously doubt Shisui was the first Uchiha to die by Uchiha. These people and their eyeballs smdh--)

For reasons largely outside of Ishida's control, I imagine Itachi's childhood still ends poorly, regardless of who his father is. The current that pushes him to that riverbank and through the ANBU did not begin with Fugaku, after all. Coming to terms with this is probably very difficult for Ishida, because it forces a hard look at his own clan (formerly sacred territory for him, eternally pristine as a proud survivor, and as an inheritor of the violence of genocide).

Sasuke inherits both his father's generational trauma re: Quncy genocide and the Uchiha trauma of, well, existing as an Uchiha and also surviving your brother's family massacre. (I imagine Ishida survives this, and maybe Mikoto too.) So Sasuke's not an orphan in this one, but I think rather than the lining of this AU being fully silver, it probably becomes a story of the incredible difficulty of parenting (and child-ing) in the wake of unimaginable trauma. Nobody's perfect.

And what of Mikoto? Mikoto who does not wed the soon-to-be clan head, Uchiha Fugaku, as planned. Mikoto, who marries the stranger. Mikoto, who trained doubly as a shinobi and as a lady; a wife; a bearer of heirs.

I think with Ishida Mikoto is able to lean in/awaken her quirkier side--and in their courtship they find that they are the most deeply serious people they know. They are also the weirdest people they know. Ishida makes her clothes that knock the socks off anything you can buy at Konoha Outfitters. (Ostentatious, sniff the haters. Not because the clothing Ishida makes for Mikoto is anywhere near as genuinely ostentatious as his own Quincy whites--she is a ninja, after all--but because it is fit and cut *so* perfectly to her. You can see her for her when she wears his clothes, and this is a visual experience not often achieved in Konoha. In the aftermath of The Massacre, and the investigation into the ANBU [nothing comes of this; one bad actor, bad apples, disturbed young man, etc.], some wonder if it might not have been different if the ANBU dress code weren't so strict. Could it be as simple as that? Surely not. But what if? The Ishida brothers had been such lovely, happy children--)

I can't tell from your original ask what you personally had in mind with this scenario, but I think for me that story is absolutely about intergenerational trauma; the drama of two clans and their wacky interclan dynamics/expectations; parents and children; and sartorial magic.

(It feels only appropriate to meme my response too LOL)

#the real takeaway here is imagining sasuke in quincy whites #asks #i knew spending two years of my life deep in my uchiha mikoto moment would eventually be worthwhile #i cannot remember THIS MORNING but boy do i remember my mikoto feels from 2007-08 #also important to note that i remember nothing about naruto EXCEPT for mikoto so please don't ask me anything about anyone else #i'm not usually a crossover person but sure ishida/mikoto i'm here for it #instead of becoming a doctor ishida uses his reishi surfboard to travel dimensions #he's like ginko from mushishi but specifically as a quincy #and also a med student #no brain just bleach #pumpkinposting

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deusvervewrites · 20 days

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Quirkier: Shinsou having a mermaid Quirk just gave me an idea that Present Mic noticed him, overheard how he wanted to get transfered into the Hero course, and started training him long before Aizawa could.

This is very fun. Get Shinsou a lout outgoing spotlight mentor, it'll be good for him.

#asks #quirkier au

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liyazaki · 2 years

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favorites tag game

tagged by @liankuea & @aheartandashirt- Nisa: loving the moot mind meld happening right now because I was going through old tag games I never finished when I saw this/you clearing out yours 😂 (sorry this took me forever, Rae!)

favorite time of year: fall, even though I haven’t been out of the subtropics to experience it in almost a decade 🙃 I’ll be making up for it with a girls trip to the mountains this fall, though.

comfort food: Mexican food (authentic, Taco Bell- I don’t discriminate)- nothing can be wrong when the queso and salsa are flowing. also chicken & waffles made with a caramelized, crunchy glaze- bye 👋 *passes away*

do you collect something: I don’t collect a bunch of any one thing- then again, no person on this earth needs the amount of tea I own (and yet-).

oh, and weird purses- can’t get enough of ‘em. I have one that looks like a tombstone, one that looks like a pineapple- the quirkier, the better.

favorite drink: I love tea but coffee is essential for my continued survival. my default alcoholic drink is a gin & tonic or a Moscow mule, but if a place has a good sour beer, that’s all I’ll be drinking.

favorite song: Into the Mystic or Moon River.

current favorite song: another tie- Plum, Troye Sivan or Seven Devils, Florence + the Machine (thank you, VegasPete brain rot).

favorite fic: I hardly ever read fics but I’ve read 10+ VegasPete ones this week, which really goes to show how extremely normal I’m feeling.

real answer: this 21K (!!!) Bad Buddy AU masterpiece written by my brilliant wife @gilly-bean, which I still haven’t finished because I’m a monster & I don’t deserve her- BUT. I know it’s amazing.

tag 9 people you want to get to know better: @moerusai @mrdumpling @namchyoon @nellsdani @jemmo @kinnsporsche @villaneelle @florenzim @rashfcrd (only if you feel like it)

#tag games #tag you’re it

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myrainydayloves · 1 year

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If I do end up fr picking up Sherlock, there will be a high school Speech and Debate AU. I have a friend that echos so many of his Quirkier traits and we were on the team together.

I fell off in my senior year but when it was fun, it was fun! Mostly though, I just remember being somewhere on the sidelines, happily so with other side liners. He would be a sideliner. I can just imagine him spending IE rounds huddled in a corner with a book, or maybe a laptop. He’s the moody kid who says weird stuff at the wrong time and thinks he’s better than anyone else.

….Ahhh memories

#he’s got a lil bit of that tism rizz if you ask me #one for the villains

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normal-looking-male · 1 year

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Not people making art of Barten Of Ganban!! Hypocrisy out the wazoo, yeah, yeah, but just. Really? The most soulless and effortless """game""" on the market? The one without an ounce of personality or originality?? The one with THOSE designs that wouldn't pass for some YouTube Kids knockoff shit???

Rant incoming.

It's so unfair how these incredibly skilled artists and writers seem to have way more passion and care for these miserable """characters""" than the developers of the game. It's nothing new that 70% of the actual story and characters is carried by fandom in an indie project. We've seen it with Nive Fights Fat Reddy's, Nello Heighbour, Pendy, and now Bobby Blaytime especially. Fainbow Rriends from way back when already felt like one of the lazier examples of that kind of bait. But this... This is irrationally upsetting.

It's genuinely touching how fandoms can form around the things you least expect. Just talking about something, analysing it, sharing it with others is a precious experience, it is a form of art. But all of it feels so thoroughly wasted on things like this, where maybe two or three people behind the original project had any love for it, and the community survives on just those crumbs of love for it, doing most of the legwork. Fans end up making so much good, amazing stuff even, with so much heart and character in it, they may as well just take full ownership of the media, because they clearly care more about it than the actual people behind it.

But the reason they could make it was because they were offered this barebones foundation. One with just enough shits given for the gears to turn in people's brains, and get them to pump out storytelling and content for the developers. I struggle to find an example outside of gaming, but Uneven Stiverse reads to me like a similar situation as well, where the community literally made up several "AU's" with far better stories and themes than the showrunner halfway in, while the breadcrumbs of "lore" they were tossed to theorise about were quickly and hastily finished after skimming some quirkier fan-theories.

Projects like this just have no worth without the people that care. Obviously, if nobody is there for any story, nobody will know about that story, but a good... Thing. Just thing. Movie, book, podcast, show, game, legend, that thing can stand on its own, if it has something to say, if it has a heart, if it's used as a vessel to speak by the person who made it, and who genuinely cares about it as something more than just a quick cashgrab, using an impressionable and exciteable fanbase, ravenous for more content.

Barten Of Ganban is worthless. It does not deserve any positive or negative attention. There is no care or love put into it. It has nothing to bring to this world. I sincerely hope it's forgotten by the people that were unfortunate enough to give a damn about it, and that they can find better ways to pour their creative hearts out.

Side Note: I feel like people attribute all the "bad" parts of a fandom to just the younger fans getting too excited and therefore "cringe", but sometimes we need to stop and take a hard look at the media we so furiously want to "protect" from children. See if it's actually geared towards general audiences, or just kids. I don't think it's a bad thing that kids like horror or cute'ify it. Horror is just a genre, some people like it, some don't. Coraline is very much a horror movie made for kids, and I'm happy for everyone that fell in love with it, and everyone that figured out the genre wasn't for them, and everyone that tried to adjust it to cater more to their preferences in media. Even if those preferneces are far away from horror, and lean more towards. I dunno, romance and comedy.

Hell, teens and adults can engage with spooks in a similar way, too. People should be able to have fun, and engage with the things they like without being mocked and bullied for it. But I do wish they got to engage more with projects that actually have some heart behind them. Otherwise it's just another forgettable piece of content, that attracts the attention of the least "weathered" demographic online. A demographic that's easy to exploit, making merch for parents to waste their money on, spinning mysteries upon mysteries and vague shit upon vague shit to keep people talking about it. And just because some adults also fell for it doesn't mean it was ever geared towards them.

#incoherent ramblings #just in case the names are all jumbled up so that the people that actually care about those pieces of media Don't have to read me shitting-#-on them. i can't fathom Why they like it but i'm not going to shove my bitching in their faces.

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sunkern-plus · 2 years

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abel would probably work better as an AI-ball for guile (who in this au lost his eye because of The Unnamed War Tm) and is made from the same factory as seth only abel’s technology is better (he can unlock more mental locks than seth) with a side effect of his ACTUAL personality being quirkier than aiba’s.

like for example, guile would dive into a somnium and remind abel he has six minutes and then abel’s like “OH LOOK! A JELLYFISH! i’ve never seen a real life jellyfish before...!”

because using abel’s exaggerated, sheltered, slightly childish personality for like...an ai the somnium files au of him would be ABSOLUTELY perfect date would compare him to aiba and aiba would be like “i am not! ...at least i actually LOOK like a jellyfish.” (to which AI-ball abel would pop up with “i think you look more like a clione!)

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tinypurplewizardfan · 2 years

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I love this account bcs i recently really got into our 3 polygon bastard, and i wanted to ask, what do you think about his final boss skin?

Hello, welcome, and to answer your question, I FUCKING LOVE IT!

It's the only league skin I've ever spent money on. Because it's worth it. It's so worth it. I love my base skin man but oh boy is he hard to look at and listen to. . . and I play too much league to subject myself to that, so instead Final Boss is my go to! The design is great, his attacks are beautifully animated and the voicework is superb. I love all his videogame references, and him screaming "DELETE!" whenever he casts his ultimate gives me so much serotonin.

I also love the arcade AU as a whole- it's not horribly well established, definitely not on the level of K/DA or Pentakill and so on- but the lore is fun and the fact that Veigar is the main villain of the entire AU is very well fitting.

I particularly like (and have been meaning to write a fanfic about) how the AU sets up him and Ezreal as main rivals. In the AU, Ezreal is a speedrunner of the videogame that Veigar originates from. Veigar was once a mere miniboss of the game, but the torture of endless resets from Ezzy's speedrunning drove him to learn how to hack the game's code, and even transcend it. He gains the ability to affect other games and even the real world, and the first thing he does is suck Ezreal into the game in a bid to get revenge.

You have a speedrunner who knows all the glitches duking it out with a pissed-off, freshly-sentient AI that can manipulate the code of reality itself. Can you imagine how fucking cool a battle between the two would look? I spend way too much time thinking about that.

#veigar #league of legends #original content #You know the brainrot's bad when you can't stop thinking about a fucking non-canon AU for the character #also typing this out I realize it riffs pretty heavy off of sans undertale?#but I assure you Final Boss Veigar is way better and quirkier and different #plus the addition of Ezreal instead of some genocidal kid is way better #he's fuckin clueless like 'bro I learned you were sentient like three minutes ago'#meanwhile veigar's giving a thirty minute monologue about how he ruined his life

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postmodernbeing · 2 years

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Shingeki no Kyojin Headcanons: Survey Corps Veterans (College AU)

Hello, Postmodernbeing here. And it took me a while (seven months wow) to come back. I still have a commission in progress and my College AU without little advances. Anyways, I already made this HCs for the 104th Training Corps (P1 and P2). Hope y'all like this. Much love.

IMPORTANT: I do not own Shingeki no Kyojin nor the trend of this outfits-displays, only this HCs belong to me. // Do not repost this. // English is not my first language, so I ask for your patience and understanding.

Erwin Smith

Following his father’s footsteps, Erwin chose History as his Mayor in College and then went for his PhD in the very same discipline. And one can notice clearly that he adopted his dad wardrobe too lol.

The academic look, the Dead Poets Society clothing, the so casually formal garments. That was all Erwin’s. Trousers’ always clean and shirts always ironed.

Since his college days, Levi teased him about the number of ties he owns. Erwin never pays mind to those comments, he’s rather satisfied with his accessories. But the item he likes the most is his analogue watch.

Cardigans are his statement piece though. Mr. Smith here is a loyal believer in hair products too. Levi pays respect to that, and the efforts Erwin puts into his image such as constantly taking care of his skin and keeping his hair flawless.

Levi Ackerman

Black, gray, brown, navy blue and white. Those are the colors Levi keeps in mind when buying clothes.

#Parisien style #Poets fashion, he follows those tags on Pinterest so he gets ideas since he knew nothing about matching and layering. Actually, Levi knew nothing about styling until college, only because he'd really didn't care. Hange was the one that used to tease him about it, and watching Erwin wear some perfectly coordinated fits, well he finally gave to the pressure.

Nonetheless, that was not enough for him to diversify the range of colors in his clothing. Also, most of his fits are monochromatic, as you can see. Levi makes this choice on a regular basis for three reasons: afraid of taking risks, commodity and to save time.

As in cannon universe, Levi would clean with care, fully aware of all the methods for different textures and fabrics.

Hange Zoë

Our friend here avoids any garment that could enhance silhouettes. Hange feels more comfortable in oversized and squared cuts.

Monochromatic outfits are common but quirkier color combinations aren’t a strange thing to see either. Hange doesn’t really care about fashion since commodity and extravagance are priorities when choosing clothing. Even if it seems contradictory.

Many of her garments have permanent stains like wine taints, cigar marks, small patches made with threads slightly different from the color of the piece. Unlike Levi, Hange has trouble taking care of her wardrobe.

Owns a fair number of blazers and dress pants however her style is far from being formal. Her (most-of the-time) carefree personality is well represented in her clothing, one could say.

Moblit Berner

Comodity is Moblit’s priority. He owns plenty of t-shirts and dress shirts made of cotton and plain designs. Absolutely despises when a good piece of cloth is wasted when printed with stencils like “Born to be Wild” or some shit like that.

Speaking of materials of fabrics, Moblit would avoid wearing synthetic, preferring to choose thrifted clothes made of cotton, linen, and hemp. No denim allowed since he has been reading about the humongous waste of water that is used to make a single pair. Moreso, Moblit would choose clear colors and/or clothes with pigments naturally extracted. He’s even interested in making his own attire if the materials were accessible.

Nonetheless, he’s constantly washing clothes since Hange gets them in some random (and sometimes, dangerous) situations that involves them getting dirty, in a literal sense. So, maybe he wastes even more water in clothing than he thinks.

Miche Zacharias

He looks as he’s about to scoot on a road trip at any given moment, really. He would only wear loose – casual – hippie clothes. Mike dresses like a backpacker/hiking/boho kind of guy, actually. And his analogue camara doesn’t help demoting that image either.

One could wonder if he searches for outfits inspiration from time to time, since all his clothing seems to fit him perfectly. Or maybe he just knows his preferences and body type really well.

Also, Mike gave hipster vibes before hipster was even a thing, he says it’s just bohemian style and don’t even his millennials pairs get it. On the other hand, Eren and his friends (Gen Z) would think “bohemian” it’s just a fancy word for a precarious contemporary hippie. Not that Mike cares about one distinction over another.

Nanaba

Big Princess Diana vibes. She looks like a modern royal tbh. Also, Nanaba and all of her clothes smells like vanilla with some woody tone, I just know it.

Monochromatic schemes for her clothes are decided by season and that’s the way she buys them. That helps her keeping track of the pieces she gets and makes sure of actually use them. Then, when she decides it’s time for some changes, Nanaba will donate them.

Now, everything looks good on her, but she despises very slim pants or dresses, and very long high heels ‘cause she “Can’t feel the wind around her when it rises” and her feet, on the other hand, suffer every step she takes. Nonetheless, and even with her noble personality, people recognize her as a strong minded, honest, and independent woman. Somehow, she’s capable of communicating that in her attire.

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