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mewberii · 3 years

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Streamer!Scaramouche AU

i feel like he’d be one of the biggest streamers on his platform- probably one of those that everyone has heard of even if they’re not into watching livestreams and all

but between those who do know who he is, they either love him or hate him. no in-between

it’s kind of understandable because his attitude is not suited/can be handled by anyone

he’s brutally honest even when his opinion may be seen as rude (to him he’s just saying the truth so he doesn’t mind if people get offended)

of course he doesn’t try to be rude on purpose but i mean it as in he’ll say what he thinks

imagine he’s playing a game and he doesn’t like a certain mechanic, or he isn’t enjoying the story;

he won’t say the game is bad but he’ll openly say he doesn’t like it/it’s not for him. it makes him seem strict but tbh he’s not that hard to please and even when he complains about one or two things he still enjoys the game

he usually gives every game a chance even when from what he’s seen it doesn’t sound like a game he’ll like. if he turns out to be right he just won’t play it again and if he’s wrong he’s a little too prideful to admit he spoke a little too fast but in the end he will admit the game is good or he’s having fun

probably the kind that just knows so much about all games and all the creators and all the game-making engines and is up to date with every single news of everything video-game + streaming-related,,, how does he do it, i don’t know,,,,

and also since he’s so popular he probably gets packages from game developers with limited edition stuff or merch from different games soooo often

and he placed the ones from his favorite games in his setup room and it looks INCREDIBLE he has so much stuff

he did a room tour stream once talking about all he has, where he got everything, from his monitor to every complement of his computer and like,,,,, the cost of his setup,,,,,,, some people already know they’ll never be able to afford that in their entire life

and he already had a great setup before he even became big as a streamer so people can already guess he’s fairly rich

also i feel like he would have started his career as a streamer without using a facecam and even like that, he already managed to get very popular because of his professional commentary of game dynamics/playability + you can tell that he’s passionate about this and also he’s very funny without even trying??

he says some stuff so casually that he doesn’t realise how funny it is

probs showed his face after he hit a very important milestone

he never considered showing his face that important but he understood why people would want to see his reactions when playing games (even tho he warned them he’s not the most expressive/dramatique person in the world and they know by now) and would want to put a face to the person who entertains them so much with his streams

and when he does show his face people go absolutely cRAZY BECAUSE he is crazy good looking (if you don’t think he’s good looking i’m sorry for your eyesight. jk i’m sorry in general i just really love him)

some people who didn’t watch his streams will even check them out because of that but literally if you come for the visuals only you won’t stay for long because as i said not anyone can handle his personality

if he sees people being superficial about him too much instead of paying attention to what’s happening in the stream, he will immediately turn the subs mode on in the chat (if he didn’t have it on already)

being rude, being disrespectful/saying discriminating stuff or anything of that sort won’t be tolerated and anyone who does it will be banned instantly

without even interrupting what he was saying before he saw the comment, he’ll just type the ban to whoever said that and go on

and his mods do the exact same. they are just as strict as him

if it ever got too much of course he wouldn’t be afraid to speak up about it and tell his chat to stop that behaviour or else, as they should already know, he won’t be afraid of banning them even if they’ve been subscribed for months or years

ANYWAYS

why do i feel like he has a super organised chat— as in instead of spamming 5 emotes per comment they all send just one and it looks so tidy and perfect

literally other streamers would be jealous of how not-messy his chat is even when he has thousands and thousands and thousands of viewers all the time

also i have this idea that maybe any of his fans would have designed him as a genshin character (which would be the design of the scaramouche we know (?))

and the little pop-ups (i don’t know the name in english rIP) thingies that show up to notify when someone subscribed or donated would be lil chibi art of that design

it’d be really cool

and since i also doodled what a stream of his could look like (i’ll show it in the future when i’m done!!) i thought that way it’d be more recognisable that the streamer is scaramouche

99% of the people who have seen him irl found him too intimidating to go ask him for a picture or tell him anything

he’s not a huge fan of taking pictures anyway + is more on the introverted/reserved side but he wouldn’t mind if someone went up to him (if he’s not busy with something) to tell him something or say they enjoy his streams

i feel like in a couple occasions he would have played a game with some subscribers and he’d like to tease them speaking with his usual tone and face (in case they’re watching the stream as they talk) so they think he’s serious

“did you watch my 12 hour stream the other day?” -scaramouche

“ah,,,, i-” -the sub

“think well of what you’re going to answer.” -scaramouche

“i-i couldn’t watch the whole thing,,,” -the sub

“ah, is that so…?” -scaramouche

he’ll pretend to sound disappointed but at one point he just can’t help but smirk and hold in a chuckle before telling them he’s not serious

(he literally doesn’t know how the hell he survived that stream himself because he isn’t one to stream for that long)

i feel like deep inside people who know him would know he wouldn’t say such things seriously/wouldn’t be disappointed in anyone for not watching every single minute of his streams or not even all his streams

but he says all that so seriously that it’s,,, intimidating and they’re lowkey like “god but what if he’s not joking-”

he’d play games with the other streamers sometimes but i feel like most of the type he’d play more single-player games

it’d be so funny if he plays among us with others and for example one of those others it’s childe

both of them would always be suspecting of the other first/bickering, especially scaramouche

and if one game turns out they’re both the impostors… people would know right away

like, if any of them tried to defend the other, everyone else would be like “!?! what is this? scaramouche and childe defending each other? scary”

they’d vote one of them (maybe scaramouche) out because they started guessing + saying proof of how both of them could be the impostors (but the biggest proof is them not coming for each other’s throats sNKJFNGKJS)

scaramouche would have to resist the urge to S C R E A M

needless to say he doesn’t like when he has to be impostor with childe

and unfortunately for him, fate makes it happen considerably often

i feel like at least one time scaramouche would kill next to childe and then report it and literally blame childe

and childe would be like ?!?!?!?!?? WHAT- NO- (struggles bc his brain instinct is to say ‘it was you!’ but they’re both the impostors??? how-)

and then they’d eject childe,,, and then people wouldn’t suspect of scaramouche for most of the game because ? why would he- blame his partner---

well he did it with no regrets and at the end when they all found out they found it very funny (except for childe, but even he ended up laughing in the end because what a mean strategy sjkfhdsgkj)

i have this feeling that even though they bicker so much and for any strangers it’d seem like they hate each other, when scaramouche does play online games, many times it’d be with childe?

ik they aren’t supposed to get along but for the sake of it being a modern au i don’t want bad vibes between any of the characters pls-

and everyone enjoys their dynamic and those streams always get a ton of viewers sjfhdsgkj and i’m sure both their chats would be good friends (most likely one’s fans would also be a fan of the other too)

very very very rarely (because he prefers just playing and talking while playing) he’d do streams where he doesn’t play anything but just talks with the chat, watches videos that they send him, looks at the fanart they make, just talks about games,,,,

it’d be super chill and the perfect streams for people to be doing homework/work/play games/draw or do basically anything while they listen to his stream in the background

he’d also be answering some of people’s questions about him or about his favorite games, or if he’s playing this new game that came out earlier this week,,,

“will you play ‘it takes two’ with childe?” -someone in the chat

“absolutely not. i won’t play a co-op game with him”

not even 5 days later, tweet from childe saying “streaming in 30 minutes! Scaramouche and I will be playing It Takes Two on my ch---”

anyways this will be all!! (for now?) i obviously knew genshin before this but, yesterday i could finally start playing it myself! so i feel like if not now, soon i will also write headcanons of him playing genshin! i don’t take requests but if you guys have any ideas or anything you want to say about this AU, send me an ask!! i’d love to talk about this and about genshin in general!

also, i was very inspired to write this by @baeshijima ! so thank you very much to her for her wonderful streamer AUs and if anyone reading this hasn’t read hers already, go check them out!! they’re amazing!!

#genshin impact #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact scaramouche #genshin impact x reader #scaramouche headcanons #scaramouche scenarios

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phoenixrisesoncemore · 4 years

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I want 8, the hand-kissing, because I am in some respects extremely predictable :D

(I am shocked. Shocked, I tell you.)

8. Laying a gentle kiss to the back of the other’s hand

In the polygon of morning sunlight on the floor of jingshi, Lan Wangji is three lines.

One is a headband: straight and steady, a wall of rules made of silk, pale and hard as ice; a horizon—a divider of things—Heaven above and Earth below.

One is a guqin string: the first finger of his right hand hovers over an A as it shimmers and evaporates like morning dew, passing from the “is” into the “was.” Such is a language that can speak to the dead.

And the third… The third only Wei Wuxian has seen.

Beneath five layers of white and a sun-shaped scar, a muscle beats steady and slow. He’d dug them out of the raw earth, carved talismans right into ribs, and seen them in their natural state, rotting inside scrimshaw cages. “Keep me alive that I may kill,” he had intoned, his mouth dry with terror and thirsty for revenge as bones popped and sinew creaked and muscles moved anew.

None ever beat, less so like this one. On a mountain of corpses turned to soil, none were solid ground. None raced to look at him or pulsed when he muttered a name.

“Lan Zhan?”

Lan Wangji keeps playing but meets his gaze without hesitation. Wei Wuxian realizes he has no statement or question to follow with; none was really intended, and he fails to contrive one instantly. The thrill of knowing that he can garner Lan Wangji’s full attention with such ease is still overwhelming, and were Lan Zhan really made of thin jade, the whole world, too, could see that muscle picking up speed.

‘May I have the honor of a glimpse from you?’ He had once asked.

It has been a string of hazy early mornings and quiet afternoons since he returned to The Cloud Recesses. Overly quiet. As if something was waiting to be said.

From Wangji rises gentle pops of color: a golden A, the soft green tincture of E, the purple query of G. Sometimes they are soft as rain, sometimes they are momentary fireworks.

There is no end of notes; they spring up like weeds.

But neither had there been an end of corpses.

It was at Nightless City that he had first seen the third, the line that runs from the right hand all the way to the heart, reaching at right angles against the other two down the face of a cliff to catch him, to anchor him to the world when he did not want to stay.

“Let me go, Lan Zhan” he had said.

Now it had reached across 16 years...

“Indulge me, Lan Zhan,” he says. He rises, crosses the room, and drapes himself closer, balanced on elbow and hip, back to the guqin on its low table, and punctuates with a single spin of Chenqing.

Lan Wangji’s hands do not miss a note. “For Wei Ying, always.”

Wei Wuxian purses his lips and worries Chenqing’s tassel, twisting it around his finger. “Shizhui told me something interesting the other day.” He pauses and lets the silence sit between them for a moment. “He said that when he was younger he used to hear you playing Inquiry late at night, and that’s why he asked you to teach him: because it was ‘the saddest and most beautiful thing he had ever heard.’” He spins Chenqing again, suddenly introspective. “I don’t think of Inquiry as beautiful, but then… I suppose that would depend on who’s doing the asking… what is being asked… who it is being asked to.”

He does not need to look: he can feel the sudden and subtle electric tension. “Lan Zhan, were you—by chance—playing for me?”

He had never answered when Wei Wuxian asked about burning money, but the guqin has gone silent, so Wei Wuxian waits, the thrill of expectation rising. Then Lan Wangji plucks a solitary note: E flat.

E flat?

Yes.

Ah, so this is our game!

Wei Wuxian rolls excitedly onto his stomach in front of the dias, beaming, his hands clasping Chenqing under his chin. Lan Wangji’s gaze is demurely downcast.

“Lan Zhan, tell me the truth: did you burn money for me?”

Yes.

Wei Wuxian practically giggles with delight. “When I left this last year, did you miss me when I was gone?”

Yes.

He’s going to hurt himself grinning like this. “Did you truly miss me when I was dead?”

Yes. But the note is plucked harder than it should be and it quavers.

“But you find me so boring! Really, how long would it take you to get tired of me?” He crawls up onto his knees and plops himself into a sitting position at the table, guqin between them.

“I know I don’t have much core to speak of,” he pats his abdomen gingerly, “and I’m working on that! But let’s say we both became immortals, would you get tired of me then? 16 years is one thing, but 160? 1600? 16,000 years? Imagine how boring, Lan Zhan!?”

Lan Wangji is silent.

“Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian leans in close and low, trying to catch his eyes under those lashes. “May I have the honor of a glimpse from you?” Lan Wangji looks up at him, and the gaze is so intense that Wei Wuxian feels suddenly vulnerable. “What on Earth did you want to ask me back then?”

Lan Wangji is quiet for long enough that Wei Wuxian starts to think he has no intention of answering, but then...

“If the lotus seeds were ripe. If you thought the day was pleasant. If you heard the birds singing near Cold Pond, and if their song reminded you of the past. If you could forgive me for having only bitter soup for dinner. If you could see the kind young man A-Yuan was becoming. If you could divide for me the black from the white. If you knew the name of the song. But now… Wei Ying, now I think you do; I no longer need to ask that. So I will ask something else.” He swallows suddenly and Wei Wuxian could swear he’s trembling. “May I make this Wei Ying’s home? Will Wei Ying bear the early mornings and quiet hours and bitter soup and cold winters? Will Wei Ying allow me 16,000 years of Inquiry?”

Wei Wuxian is struck dumb. He sits back, slack-jawed and broken open. What can he say? How can he say…? Did he really wake this morning or is he dreaming still? He feels sloppy, wholly inadequate; his lips are clumsy things, his limbs an awkward pile of angles. How can he be worthy of the look on Lan Zhan’s face? Tears well up and surely he will combust.

But there is no end of tears. Tears spring up like weeds.

And there will be no end of corpses. But he is not a corpse. They are not. No, far from it.

Wei Wuxian fumbles with Chenqing and raises it to his lips where he plays a messy and solitary E flat. In truth it is more than that: a polyphonic note in a contrapuntal song that he’s sure only Lan Wangji can hear.

Gently, he reaches for Lan Wangji’s right hand, the one that had reached for him 16 years ago. Pale as a lily, the nails kept long to pluck the strings of his instrument, he wraps it in his fingers as delicately as he has seen Wangji handle his rabbits and brings it to his lips, and if some of his tears mar that perfect skin he has a feeling Lan Wangji won’t mind. The kiss is soft but is not the tickle of joss paper waiting for the fire; it shudders with his breath but is not the brush of a moth’s wings. It’s tender and reverent and warm with the promise of days and kisses to come and is very much—so very much—alive.

“16,000 years of Inquiry… We should get started then.”

He lays the palm of the hand against his cheek. His smile erupts without warning, and to his delight, Lan Wangji is not prepared.

“My dearest Lan Zhan, what would you like to ask me?”

———

In January gifs and meta about The Untamed started rolling across my dash. As interesting as it looked, I was determined not to watch—just no time for that. And then I saw you posting meta about it, and well… you made it sound very good, and I figure you know what you’re talking about. Add to that one particular gif you reblogged: the moment in the opening scene when LWJ’s arm, clothed in bloody white, reaches across the frame towards WWX as he falls. That was the first image of this show that really seared itself into my brain. So, I offer this with thanks for inspiring me to watch this amazing show (and with endless congratulations)!

Notes:

OK, admittedly it’s not a sun-shaped branding iron in The Untamed, but I like the sun shape better.

E flat is what “yes” sounds like to me during Inquiry in the man-eating castle, but I’m also the last person anyone should consult about music.

Still incomplete associated fanart HERE (color illustration on right).

[update: finished fanart can now he found HERE]

#my fic #the untamed #cql #mdzs #wangxian #chen qing ling #mo dao zu shi #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #my writing #fytheuntamed

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patchun · 3 years

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Sayo Design Analysis

Sayo, the protagonist of Digimon World: Dusk, is one of the few female characters that is in my opinion handled well by the series, along with Ruki. Let's take a look at her character design and how Cyber Sleuth fucked her up, like it did every woman. Large pictures and a rant ahead.

Pretty cool, right? Very pleasant colors, a short skirt but not one that really gives a sexualized vibe as far as I can tell, somehow even the thigh-highs don't really give a sexualized vibe. She clearly has attitude, but it's less of an "i don't need ur help! hmph!" *blushes* tsundere attitude and more of "i don't need your help. i've got this." one, very similar to Ruki from Tamers.

I don't know if this official art or fanart, but this is probably the coolest image of Sayo we have. In this pose she is clearly active and capable, and looks as if she is either giving or responding to a command. She's dynamic, and her personality can't be inferred from a single look.

Now, let's take a look at Sayo in Cyber Sleuth.

Ah, thanks, Suzuhito Yasuda. You've ruined another perfectly good female character. She's now a deadpan loli, you can already hear her saying "you have been analyzed" or "I don't need your help! hmph!" Her pose is passive now, and what, the fuck, may I ask, is this?

Listen to me Suzuhito Yasuda. You need to go meet, talk to, or even look at a real woman. This is not how fucking clothes work. You did the exact same bullshit to Erika.

SKIRTS

DO NOT

SINK INTO

THE VAGINA!

jesus christ.

Not to mention, of course, now the thigh-high socks have the infamous

Seperation lines.

So hot! Wow! Top 10 Hottest Female Digimon Characters, anyone? She is the size of an average human mother!

But somehow, that artwork actually looks good compared to how she looks *in game*.

Sigh. I mean, the sad thing is this: with all the stupidly sexualized women in Cyber Sleuth, and by that I mean literally all of them, Sayo is the least bad - to the point where I feel like maybe the artist was even trying not to sexualize her. But he's so fucking incompetent as an artist that he can't not sexualize her. This is his understanding of how women work.

I mean, the female character designs in Cyber Sleuth are their own can of worms. They are irredeemably bad, from Kyoko's open-shirt anti-gravity boobs to every single woman's clothing just sticking directly to their bodies to the main heroine's back-breaking idle stance. And don't get me wrong, I'm happy Sayo made it into the game, because I really like Sayo. I want her to appear more. I want a Dawn/Dusk sequel/remake. But if Digimon keeps pulling this shit, I can't justify supporting it. Suzuhito Yasuda should never touch this series again, and almost everyone who worked on writing Cyber Sleuth and giving these girls the """""personalities""""" that they have should be fired. Possibly a good sign is that the upcoming title Digimon Survive, if it ever actually happens, has not made these mistakes, at least as far as designs go.

#digimon #this likely gets 1 note and is seen by no one else #but i had to get it off my chest #to which my clothing is sinking into and displaying the curvature of my big bobbies underneath #sayo #digimon world dusk #cyber sleuth #sayo digimon

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katcadecascade · 3 years

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Reader Study (Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint Oneshot)

*spoilers up to chapter 79

Summary:

“Your face is getting red, Kim Dokja.”

“No it’s not.”

She didn’t need to use lie detection.

Han Sooyoung clapped her hands, peering down at him with a wide grin. “What kind of fanfics did you read?”

Kim Dokja is both impressed and exhausted by the fact that he’s surviving in the apocalypse.

Most of that credit is due to him being the sole reader to know about the webnovel that just happens to become is new reality. There’s still a lot of confusion on how that came to be. Kim Dokja has encountered character from the novel, the deadly scenarios, and even people who were never a part of this once fictional world.

“Are you finally taking a break from your airbending training?”

There were other readers. They didn’t stay with the novel like he did so his title as sole reader remains.

Techniqually…

“Stop ignoring me.” Despite that, Kim Dokja tried his best to ignore his current companion. She continues, “I know what you’re thinking. ‘Why can’t I learn the Way of the Winds skill?’ Its because you’re not the protagonist Kim Dokja.”

Han Sooyoung. The first Apostol, she read the most of the original Three Ways to Survive the Apocalypse aside from his truly. Except she does know a lot more about the novel than others.

Because she plagiarized it.

Or not as she claims every time he calls her out.

Either way she knows about the world. That means she’s dangerous if left alone. Hell, she’ll gather up another cult like what she did with the Apostles and Prophets.

So since Kim Dokja has been separated from his companions, living in the consequences of a kingless world, he struck a temporary contract with Han Sooyoung until the next main scenario.

He’s really regretting his decision.

“Maybe I’ll ask Lycaon to teach me to be an airbender since it’s so important to you. I probably have the SSS grade talent you lack.”

“No.”

Someone needs to learn the Way of the Wind skill to go against the Disaster of Questions. Kim Dokja doesn’t trust Han Sooyoung with that power and the original protagonist is nowhere nearby to get this skill in time.

Logically, he thought he should get the skill but apparently, Lycaon has deemed him void. Despite that, Kim Dokja tried to train with the wolf monster. So after a good few hours of nothing, he finally took a break and is lying flat on his back in the remains of the business district.

“You’re a real rat bastard, Kim Dokja.”

“And you’re a real rat plagiarist.”

“I didn’t plagiarize!” She’s sitting away from him but close enough to kick his foot. “Everything I wrote I saw in a dream and from that point on my novel became popular due to my own writing skills. It became so popular I even got fanfics!”

“I can’t believe you’re bragging about that. They’re probably not even good.”

[Han Sooyoung has activated the skill ‘Lie Detection.’]

[‘Lie Detection’ has verified his words as false.]

“Oh?”

Why did he open his mouth? It’s been a long day of (futile) training under Lyacon. The world is in more ruin because of his choice at the Absolute Throne scenario. He’s away from his friends. The Disaster scenarios are arrive in a few days. Kim Dokja is with the one other person who has read his favorite novel in depth.

Ways of Survival didn’t get popular, it lost a lot of readers. In other words, it never got any fanfics.

But Han Sooyoung’s SSSSS-Grade Infinite Regressor did get a plethora of fanart and fanfics.

So maybe one night curiosity got the better of Kim Dokja and searched for some fanfics of a protagonist very similar to Yoo Jonghyuk.

“Your face is getting red, Kim Dokja.”

“No it’s not.”

She didn’t need to use lie detection.

Han Sooyoung clapped her hands, peering down at him with a wide grin.

“What kind of fanfics did you read?”

Kim Dokja has been lying back, slowing regaining his breath from training. He only has enough stamina to simply roll over and face the opposite direction.

Han Sooyoung merely scooted over to his other side, still grinning.

He turns again.

“You read the steamy fics,” she accused.

“I did not.”

[Han Sooyoung has activated the skill ‘Lie Detection.’]

[‘Lie Detection’ has verified his words as truth.]

“Boo.”

“Did you read your novel’s fanfics?”

“Of course not! That goes against an author’s ethics of copyright.”

He just stares at her.

She glares, “I’m not a plagiarist.”

Kim Dokja would love to have the lie detection skill right now.

Han Sooyoung rolls her eyes and offers up, “Occasionally I’ll check the number of fics and see what the most popular tags is. That’s about it.”

A dangerous expression washes over her face as she remembers what exactly the most popular type of fic is. He can see her calculating the probability of Kim Dokja ever reading those type of fics.

Han Sooyoung stares at him with an open mouth smile.

“You, Kim Dokja, may be one of the strongest incarnations, a pain in the ass to me, the dokkaebi, and the constellations, but in reality,” she snorts at that word, “you are weak.”

She didn’t even need to ask. And yet Kim Dokja already feels defeated.

At least he did not admit it aloud.

No way will Kim Dokja verbally admit that he read self-insert fics as the protagonist’s lover.

It gets a little more worse when he remembers he read female self-inserts before finally scavenging the he or they pronoun fics.

But look at him now.

He’s in his favorite novel and met its protagonist.

Kim Dokja wouldn’t call their first introduction a ‘meet cute.’

No way does any of their encounters qualify as romantic. They fought and disagreed and their last encounter ended with Kim Dokja punching Yoo Jonghyuk into unconsciousness. If anything, Kim Dokja’s aim to be Yoo Jonghyuk’s companion is a fantasy.

Han Yoosong apparently thinks otherwise.

She mockingly pats his shoulder with comfort, “You must be living your fics. Charming your way into Yoo Jonghyuk’s cold barriers.”

“He wants to kill me.”

“Yeah but has he yet?”

Despite the fact that Kim Dokja could come up with many reasons, he says nothing.

Yoo Jonghyuk could’ve killed him at the bridge, at the stations, and, well maybe not at the Throne because of Kim Dokja’s strategy. Every time Kim Dokja said something or did something to convince Yoo Jonghyuk that they are equals and needed each other for upcoming scenarios.

They have yet to ever be on the same page without annoying the other.

And yet Kim Dokja expected this.

It’s the one thing many self-insert fics lack.

As much as Kim Dokja secretly enjoyed the gooey romance orientated stories, none ever measured up with the real stubbornness of Yoo Jonghyuk.

He’s a protagonist who has suffered and thrived and flourished and dealt with impossible odds and despaired and will eventually reach the ending of this story.

Kim Dokja stayed with him for three thousand chapters. Now he wants to stay with Yoo Jonghyuk to… to…

Ah… he got too caught up with the self-inserts fics. A lot of those ended with marriage or something equally domestic.

That’s not an ending deserving of Kim Dokja.

All he wants is for Yoo Jonghyuk and the tohers to make it to the end of this story.

“Hey, you lost in thought about kissing Yoo Jonghyuk?”

“No!”

[Han Sooyoung has activated the skill ‘Lie Detection.’]

[‘Lie Detection’ has verified his words as false.]

She raises an eyebrow, smirking.

“Only because you just said it.”

“Sure,” she smiled like a liar.

Somehow it is the opposite smile of Yoo Jonghyuk’s smile when he threw Kim Dokja off the bridge and into the sea serpent’s mouth.

It’s frustratingly easy to remember how the last sunrays of the normal world is casted behind the protagonist. Seeing that damning smirk finalized the reality Kim Dokja is in.

This wouldn’t be Three Ways to Survive the Apocalypse without Yoo Jonghyuk.

This wouldn’t be Kim Dokja’s favorite novel without Yoo Jonghyuk.

This wouldn’t be Kim Dokja’s life without Yoo Jonghyuk.

So if Kim Dokja indulged into a few reader-insert fics where Yoo Jonghyuk fought by his side, survived by his side, was happy by his side, then call Kim Dokja a hopeless romantic.

“You are a hopeless romantic.”

“Why?” He demanded, less embarrassed and more worried if Han Sooyoung read his thoughts.

“I was there when Yoo Jonghyuk came bursting through the room before the Throne scenario. His eyes were only on you and you just exploded with sunshine.” She sticks her tongue out in disgust.

“I did not,” he shuttered, finally sitting up to defend himself with the little dignity he has left. “Sunshine?”

Han Sooyoung nods as if her words are obvious. She crossed her arms and scowled, “You read too many self-inserts.”

Kim Dokja shuts his jaw. If he says nothing she would not use lie detection.

The results are the same though.

Han Sooyoung laughs meanly, “I don’t blame your taste. Well he’s not for me but I guess he could be a real heartthrob.”

Kim Dokja sighs instead of agreeing.

Technically, all those fics were derived from Han Sooyoung’s protagonist.

As for Kim Dokja’s protagonist, he never got the creative drive (or sacrifice his dignity) to ever write his own self-insert with Yoo Jonghyuk.

Kim Dokja is a reader first and foremost.

And yet he still ends up inserted into Ways of Survival trying to overcome the scenarios, to outsmart the dokkaebi, and to eventually face off against the constellations.

All the while being Yoo Jonghyuk’s companion.

That last one is a work in progress.

“How many fanfics I’ve read doesn’t matter,” Kim Dokja says to Han Sooyoung, but it’s mostly to remind himself too.

“Oh I don’t know about that,” she smirks. “I think we’re in a classic canon divergence story.”

He scratches his chin, “That could be true.” As Han Sooyoung grins triumphantly, he says, “Maybe you didn’t plagiarize. You just wrote a big fanfiction.”

“Hey!”

He slow claps, “What a devoted fan.”

“At least I’m not in love with the protagonist.”

Kim Dokja nearly chokes, “I’m no-“

He shuts up before the display message appears.

[Han Sooyoung has activated the skill ‘Lie Detection.’]

She bats her eyelashes. “I’m waiting.”

“I hate you.”

[‘Lie Detection’ has verified his words as truth.]

“Because I’m not Yoo Jonghyuk,” she said, undefeated.

“Would you drop it?”

“No because it’s kind of flattering. You read fanfics of my novel and it has prepared you for the real deal! So what have you’ve done so far to capture his heart?”

“I’m not going to capture his heart.”

“Why not? He’s already obsessed with you.”

“Why would you think that?”

Han Sooyoung shrugged, “I’m a writer. I see things.”

Kim Dokja just blinks and lies back down.

“Don’t you want to know what I see?”

“Absolutely not, Han Sooyoung.”

“Imma tell you anyway.” His cry in protest is ignored. “In a crowded room where nearly everyone is killing each other, the time limit for the qualifying kings is ticking away-“

“You don’t have to describe it. I was there.”

“…and there! Fashionably late and very dramatic, the last king arrives but he pays no mind to anyone except one-“

“That was the one and only time you’ve seen us together and it was very short.”

“Nah uh,” she shakes her head, “My beheaded avatar. Yoo Jonghyuk practically presented it to you like a cat presenting their kill.”

Kim Dokja opens his mouth and closes it, having nothing to counter that simile.

“If you think I know little then what does that say about you?” She counters as if this is a riddle. “Kim Dokja believes he hasn’t made an impact on Yoo Jonghyuk? The only one who dares to upstand him, shouldering on herculean challenges, and hindering the plans of a great author?”

He frowns, “Are you insulting me or complimenting me?”

“Insulting because you’re too stupid realize that not only are you in a fictional genre, you will easily fall into a romance genre.” She angrily clicks her tongue, “How did an ugly guy like you get a hot harem?”

“My friends are not a harem.”

“Sort seems like it.”

Kim Dokja rubs his eyes, too tired of all this nonsensical conversations.

“My point is,” Han Sooyoung pokes his forehead to make sure he’s paying attention, “that you’re really becoming a reader-insert story. That usually leads to getting dicked down by the protagonist.”

Kim Dokja buries his red face in his hands.

“I’m just saying!”

“Then stop talking!”

“No way,” she pauses for a moment and taps her forehead, “where was I going with this again?”

“You decided to stop talking,” Kim Dokja said in hopes that this conversation will end.

“Nah,” Han Sooyoung waves her hand flippantly and then suddenly snaps her fingers with a grin, “Oh yeah, I was going on about the fact that Yoo Jonghyuk is in love with you like how you are in love with him.”

He just stares at this awful woman and quietly says, “He wouldn’t.”

“Must I repeat all the things I’ve told you?” Fortunately, she doesn’t but instead says, “You’re becoming way too important to a lot of people, including your protagonist.” Han Sooyoung grins, “I’ve read enough fanfiction to know where that goes.”

Kim Dokja unfortunately has read enough fanfiction too.

“Well Han Sooyoung, you’re wrong because the next time I see Yoo Jonghyuk he will likely kill me.”

His confidence does not change Han Sooyoung’s mind. “I think he’s trying to find you at this very moment.”

“To kill me,” he reinstates.

“But,” she flashes a smile, “if he doesn’t kill you immediately, it could be a sign.”

Again, Kim Dokja says nothing to argue against that because… well…

Han Sooyoung interrupts his thoughts with a singsong voice, “Sign of love!”

He stands up and goes back over to Lycaon to try training again, thoroughly ignoring the woman’s complaints.

Everything Han Sooyoung said has some misguided truths. This is the apocalypse. Everyone is depending on someone stronger to survive.

But this isn’t just any other apocalypse, this is the a story Kim Dokja knows from beginning to end. In spite of whatever future awaits them, he will do everything he can to use his knowledge to save everyone.

It’s almost expected that there will be moments where he did not see things coming.

For example, Yoo Jonghyuk showing up and not killing him.

It’s mostly because he’s poisoned.

Oh and the fact that the Disaster of Questions is waking up.

After buying their Midday Tryst and agreeing to the Oath of Existence, Yoo Jonghyuk agreed to not harm and instead cooperate with Kim Dokja for the time being.

All at the price of that Yoo Jonghyuk can hit Kim Dokja once.

Kim Dokja has no idea if this is a sign of love or not.

Maybe he’ll find out once that hit comes.

#my fic #kim dokja #han sooyoung #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv #orv fic

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ji-yaaan · 4 years

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𝕯𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖈𝖆𝖇𝖗𝖊

A Lilia Vanrouge x Reader Oneshot

Note: Jk guys this is just a drabble I made while I drank a bitter gross black coffee just for kicks :'( Also this is my first time making a fanfic so yes, it's kinda OoF and is probably bad but why not? Emirite???? This is the last braincells I have and I hope y'all enjoy it :'))))))

Mistakes were made under the cut!^~^

It was a peaceful afternoon with the beautiful sunset hues that illuminated your room. Ah..... how nice, the room feels alive again a smile graced your lips, as a silent creak of the door alerted you that someone has come to your room. You knew well who that person is. Just by thinking about him makes your heart flutter. "Lilia, love!" You cheerfully exclaimed at the small fae that stood before you."I'm back, little lamb." he smiled.

A moment of silence passed by, with you and Lilia looking at each other's eyes. Just by the view of the beautiful fae illuminated with rose tinted hues was enough to give you butterflies. Ah..... as expected from my lover! you thought. The two of you basked in the soft light that illuminated your room, how peaceful this moment is...

But that peace was soon broken when the fae said "I'm sorry my love..... I still haven't found the potion yet..... But worry not. I have taken care of the bastard that dares to mock-"

"shhhhhhh" you silenced the fae. "Everything's alright.... but can we talk about more happy things? If I were to die at any moment, I'd like to experience the most happiest moments in life in each passing second!" You jokingly said.

You sigh in dissapointment as you recall of the events that have unfolded a month ago. It was just a normal and happy day for you. You were so excited to visit the Diasomnia Dorm and most importantly, your lover, Lilia Vanrouge. This expedition of you was a normal occurence, rather, a routine that started when you started to like Lilia. But something feels weird, the Diasomnia dorm is awfully quiet today.....Your mind went blank, as a bright light blinded your eyes, you felt a sharp painful sensation in your chest, that caused you to faint.

Now why were you targeted? That is an obvious question to be answered "Because you are closeley affiliated with malleus and I. I didnt know there are still morons in this world that are stupid enough to mess with us, moreover, they harmed you...." Lilia said with anger and pain present in his eyes and a dark expression covering his face.

You woke up in a unfamiliar room, and to your demise, Malleus said the bright light that hit you was a curse resulting eventual death upon the victim. Thankfully, Malleus was there to stop the curse..... But not entireley. Magic can only do so much for a strong ancient curse.

Soon, day went by, weeks went by, with Lilia trying to find the potion to cure his lover, only to be left empty handed each time he comes home. It's an ancient curse that requires a certain potion in order to break it, naturally with ancient curses, the cure is very hard to find. That's why in the few remaining days of your life, you wished to make the most of it.

Waking up was difficult due to the fact that you knew you could die any momet, it was a happy and scary feeling..... You were thankful you woke up from slumber, but at the same time, you were afraid that you might dissapear from the world in any moment..... It sure was a mind baffling experience.

But now, you feel like you've reached your limit. It feels like your nightmare is finally taking form. Your eyelids are growing heavy from strain, your body is starting to feel numb minute after minute, and eternal slumber threatens to devour you in any moment. But there you are, staring straight at Lilia, the most precious person in your life. You feel alive again.

"(Y/n) I love you" Lilia said as your lips curl up to form a weak smile "I know..... But i love you more! hehe" Your knees started to feel weak and you fell unto the ground. Your hands started to feel numb as you cough up blood.

As odd as it sounds, this occurence is normal now, due to the fact that you are walking in the border between life an death.

The crimson blood that laced your fingers made you chuckle, it reminded you of Lilia's beautiful eyes that sparkled like rubies. Soon enough, those eyes are now looking at you with worry and demise clearly present in the fae's eyes. "Hehe, Lilia I think I'm starting to feel a bit drowsy now. But I dont want to sleep yet, can we dance?" You left out a weak laugh trying your hardest to look happy and strong in front of lilia's eyes. To your surprise, you see Lilia with a pained expression you've never seen before. "Dear, what have you done to me? You're just a weak little human that piqued my interest before. But look where we are now, I just averted my eyes for a brief second, and now they did this to you because of me.....I-....... Promise me that in your next lifetime, don't flock yourself with dangerous people like me alright?" A whine escaped you lips as your vision started to get blurry from the tears that are welling up in your eyes... "Hey Lilia darling, I just asked you for a dance right? I won't look cool if you turn me down like this..."

Frustration, worry, anger, and guilt welled up in Lilia's heart as his dear (y/n) stared at him sitting on the ground in front of him. He truly felt guilty that he was the reason why his lover ended up like that. (Y/n) deserves better than this. he thought. But now, he is so frustrated to see his darling helplessly smiling at him, pretending that everything is alright. It pained him to see his love slowly succumbing to the hands of death. A danse macabre indeed..

The look of strain and fatigue plastered all over (y/n)'s face made his heart drop. Lilia then stood up on his feet and asked "(y/n) darling, May I have this dance?"

Lilia then picked you up with your hands and the both of you waltz across the large bedroom illuminated by the bright hues of the sky, with lilia humming a familiar tune, you felt very relaxed in his grasp, you thought to yourself it would be nice if time were to stop at this moment, how romantic..... You giggled at your silly thoughts of a pipedream. "What is it little lamb? Falling for me harder now huh?" You started giggling like a little girl with Lilia's comment.

That is until a sharp pain in you chest started devouring you, making your legs feel numb and weak as the two of you fell onto the soft sheets of your bed. The look of pain plastered all over your face, with each second that passed, it feels like hell is devoring your soul,but when you look up, you see lilia with his worried and pained expression, his eyes glossy due to tears forming in his eyes. his biggest fear has finally begun to unfold right before his eyes. On the other hand, you felt your body started to grow numb with each second.

Pinning you from the bed, Lilia grabs your hand and squeeze it tightly, you felt like your fingers could break any second, but oddly enough, it felt pleasant and reasuring this pain is the feeling of being alive huh? Thank God I'm still alive you thought to yourself. "Dont go (y/n)! you're not allowed to leave me." Salty tears fell on your cheeks, as you felt your heart dropped feeling weak in death's grasp. The fae trailed kisses after kisses in your neck, tears began to fall, as his voice cracked and said "(y/n) , in all the years I've lived, you are the best thing that happend to me, you made me feel alive again, you're the most precious person I love, and I will keep you in my heart forever, I love you so much....... please don't forget that" hearing this is one of the best feelings in the world, you truly felt that it would be nice to die like this........ But maybe... just maybe... you can stay just for a bit longer.

"Lilia, if I ever get to have the power to go back in time where I first got here in twisted wonderland, do you know what I'd do? I would change nothing! Hehe! I would gladly meet you again and love you again! That would be like a treat for me! I get to relive all the best moments of my life all over again. I won't ever regret loving you, my darling....." A weak smile formed in your lips as you continued "if I were to get reincarnated, I wish that I will meet you and love you all over again! So you've gotta wait for me! And...... I love you too lilia Vanrouge senpai..." A dull pain in your chest started to hurt you again but soon enough, Lilia pressed his lips unto yours, tasting the salty tears mixed with the distinct flavor of licorice, you chuckled to yourself. The two of you embraced watching the sun finally set.

As the sky turned dark with the stars twinkling in the sky. "Lilia, you know, I feel very sleepy now, I'm really tired now..." You felt Lilia embrace you tighter as your vision gets blurry, and you feel every part of you has now grown numb.

"I hope you dream lots about me my sweet little (y/n)....." Your senses are now starting to shut down as you feel eternal slumber could devour you any moment "I love you lilia..." You finally felt you've crossed the border between life and death

"I love you too..." A weak smile graced your face as the cold night finally settled in.....

-The End-

So yes guys, this is me chilling here trying to delay and procrastinate on the rotting fanarts I'm making. If i look at my drawings, they would look at me judging my dumb decisions but oh well......

#twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst #lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge x reader #twst lilia #disney twst #twisted wonderland characters #twisted wonderland azul #twisted wonderland malleus #malleus draconia

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sourcherrybomb · 4 years

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SoKai Week 2020 - Day 4 - How to (Incorrectly) Summon a Demon

Synopsis: Sora, a wizard in training, prepares to summon a demon in a desperate attempt to improve his magical prowess. However, things don’t go exactly as planned...

Sneak Peek: “Hey now, didn’t your mother ever teach you not to stare?” the demoness asks Sora in a playful fashion. “At least focus on my eyes for now, darling.”

Tags: Light Romance, Comedy, Slightly Mature, Slightly Coarse Language, F/M, (It’s not smut, I promise)

Prompt for the Day: AU Day!

Words: 2.4k

Fanart By: karya_mukti (Fiverr)

As a pale moon rises, a wizard-in-training rushes around the confines of a messy tower chamber. Curious-looking tools hang on the walls of the chamber alongside the lamps that light the darkness of the room. Various scrolls, textbooks, and phials of mysterious elixirs are strewn across the floor in a messy and uncaring fashion. The moonlight is let in through a singular, round window, the young wizard waiting for it to line up just right with the carefully detailed magic circle drawn in chalk on the floor.

The trainee’s master would most definitely be angered at the state the room is in. The thought of her in another rage brought a shiver down his spine. Besides making a mess, the various summoning taboos the young man was breaking would be enough to make a more rule-abiding student faint.

But to Sora, none of that matters.

After years of messing up and being the laughingstock of his fellow trainees, he would finally have the power to succeed. His days of messing up incantations, having spells blow up in his face, and more would all end once he summoned a powerful enough demon to assist him. Sora wasn’t just aiming for any regular old demon, he was aiming for an Archdemon.

Everything was set up. In the sky was a full moon on the sixth month of the year and the stars of Altair and Vega aligned at the perfect angle. Within Sora was enough mana saved up through the use of elixirs. On his right hand was a special tattoo made to match the summoning circle drawn on the floor. And finally, the coup de grace, a forbidden tome from his master’s personal library, one that would aid in demonic summoning rituals. Written in demontongue, Sora had spent a whole month deciphering the text in secret.

All of these tools would aid Sora in summoning a demon and becoming their master.

Wiping the sweat off his brow, he rolls up the sleeves of his uniform’s cloak. Picking up a book bound in a scaly black leather, Sora opens the ancient tome to a page he had previously marked. Raising his right hand, he waits for the moonlight to shine through the window and line up with the magic circle on the ground.

It’s now or never… he thinks to himself. As the lunar rays make their way across the room, Sora begins to speak.

L'ta raeq yoq aem saowar…

The marks on his hand begin to glow a crimson red.

Aem nph soin…

The flames from the candles surrounding the magic circle on the ground change to a violet hue.

Aem aony ardor…

The various runes within the circle begin to glow

Maezzael zes gazina…

The center of the magic circle begins to glow various shades of red.

Oth yaeza qae esaeun zoedabbi!

A blinding red light fills the room as a powerful force knocks Sora backwards and onto the floor, scattering all the texts and tools within the room alongside him. As he rubs the back of his head and his eyes regain focus, the light starts to dissipate. In its place in the middle of the magic circle was a young woman sporting a devilishly smug grin. Garbed in pink and black garments, at first glance she seemed normal, but only if you ignored the blood red horns and demonic wings behind her back.

“Hey now, didn’t your mother ever teach you not to stare?” the demoness asks Sora in a playful fashion. “At least focus on my eyes for now, darling.”

Shifting his surprised gaze away, Sora stands up in confusion. “This… is not what I was expecting to happen.”

The demoness pouts and she inches closer to the young wizard. “Oh, so you didn’t mean to summon little ol’ me?”

“W-well I meant to summon a demon,” Sora stammers out. “Besides the wings and horns, you aren’t exactly what I imagined…”

“Oh don’t forget the tail, darling,” she says as the aforementioned limb slowly wraps itself around Sora’s right hand, eliciting a reaction from him that the demoness finds particularly amusing. “I swear, sometimes it has a mind of its own. As for what you imagined, at least when it comes to Succubi like me, I can’t imagine any other appearance would be as… Sensually inclined.”

“S-succubus?!”

“One of many, darling!” The succubus says as she winks. “What, don’t like what you see?”

“It’s not that I don’t, it’s just-”

“Ah, wonderful! Here I thought you were trying to summon an Incubus.” The succubus stares up and down at Sora. “You certainly do give off the disposition of someone who would do so… But darling, your reaction to me certainly proves otherwise!”

As she laughs, Sora sighs and makes a mental note to watch his words around the demoness. “Listen when I attempted to summon a demon, I was aiming for an Archdemon!”

“One of those prudes?” The succubus scoffs. “Honestly darling, you’re better off with me. Afterall, you did use a summoning circle specifically for succubi.”

“I what?!” Sora grabs the demonic summoning tome off the ground and flips to the page he bookmarked. Pointing at the page, he shows it to the succubus. “Here, doesn’t this read Archdemon?”

Pulling a pair of red glasses from thin air, the demoness reads the page. “Hmmm, nope this is a summoning ritual for me and my many sisters. Demontongue is a complex language for humans, I’m not surprised that-”

Sora lets out a frustrated yell and throws the book at the ground. It’s enough to surprise the succubus and cause the glasses to disappear. “Damn it! Why does this always happen?!” This accident was all too reminiscent of how his magical studies would go. Attempt something, fail, look for a crackpot solution, and fail again.

From behind, the succubus wraps her arms around Sora. “Awww, what’s wrong darling? Want to tell little ol’ me? I promise I’m a good listener.”

“And why do you keep on calling me Darling?” Sora asks angrily. “I have a name, you know!”

Letting go of Sora, the demoness puts her hands on her hips. “Ah yes, and I certainly would love to know it. As much as I adore calling you this little pet name-” Moving closer, she softly strokes Sora’s face. “I’ve been told by many men and women that they love it when I call their names out.”

As she continues to caress Sora’s face, he feels the anger melt away. Amongst other feelings and emotions, the gesture calms him down from his rage.

“Sora… It’s Sora.”

The succubus flashes a warm smile, one much different than the smug one she had been wearing since her summoning. The sight of it is enough to get Sora to blush ever so slightly, something she keeps a mental note of for the future.

“Well then, Sora. I’d imagine it’d be my turn to introduce myself.” As she floats backwards away from Sora, he subconsciously takes a step forward towards the demoness. “I am a Greater Succubus amongst my succubi sisters. My name in its native Demontongue is unpronounceable by most humans, but if I were to roughly translate it, in the human language it would be Kairi.”

That’s… A surprisingly cute name, Sora thinks to himself. “Okay then, Kairi. Is there any way to send you back to the Underworld?”

“My my, Sora!” Kairi feigned surprise. “I didn’t peg you as the type to toss aside a woman if she bored you.”

“N-no! It’s not like that!” he persists. “It’s just that, I did summon you by accident. The least I can do is send you back to your home without issue. I’m starting to think this whole demon summoning thing wasn’t a right fit for me, with me getting the translations wrong and all.”

“Pfft. That literal hellhole isn’t much as a home as you’d think it be. It’s been many decades since I last stepped foot in the human world, in all honesty I'd much rather stay here.” Kairi points at the mark on Sora’s right hand. “Not to mention, that seal on your hand? That’s not just for show, that’s my contract with you.”

“Contract?”

A master who can’t or didn’t read all the instructions, Kairi thinks to herself. This will be fun…

“Yes, a contract! With this seal I am bound to you until the end of your mortal lifespan.” She says to Sora, lying as easily as she could breathe. After all, the seal was less of a binding contract and more of a leash that could be taken off by the master when needed.

Looks like I have a new mana reservoir for the next… Let’s say thirty to forty years, tops. Kairi thinks to herself. After all, that’s just enough time to play around with my new boy toy…

“So I’m stuck with you then?” Sora asks, his voice slightly annoyed.

“Oh darling, I wouldn’t say stuck…” Kairi’s eyes flash red at the idea of being labelled as any sort of burden. “After all, this relationship between you and me is mutually beneficial!”

Sora slightly shrinks back when he sees the demonic red behind Kairi’s eyes. “I-If I may ask, how so?”

A sly grin shows up on Kairi’s face. “I’m glad you asked! It’s quite simple, all you need to do is give me mana daily. In exchange, I will act as a servant both in the magical sense-” Once again, Kairi closes the distance between her and Sora, putting her face barely an inch away from his. “And physical sense. I am a succubus afterall, depriving me of my more carnal desires wouldn’t be the best for either of our interests…”

Sora, being the blushing mess he his, could only let out a nervous laugh.

“Of course, you do seem much younger than most of the people who have summoned me in the past.” Kairi floats away, making space between the two. “How old are you anyways?”

The tight feeling in Sora’s chest fades away as he lets out a sigh of relief. “I’m sixteen as of this year.”

“Tsk tsk. Naughty boy, summoning someone such as myself at your age.” Kairi teases. “For now, your dreams should suffice. At least, until you become of age.”

Deep down, Sora becomes slightly disappointed that he’d have to wait a couple years. However, Hell would be more likely to freeze over before he admitted that to Kairi. Pushing those thoughts away, Sora shakes his head to refocus himself. He may have messed up the summoning, but he was going to make the best of this situation.

“Okay so you say you can help me with my magic,” Sora states. “Even someone as inexperienced as me?”

Kairi lets out a chuckle. “Can you really call yourself that after summoning the wrong demon? There’s definitely potential in you, after all. I had every right to avoid your summons and let one of my sisters take my place, but I chose to answer it.”

“But why?”

“Like I said, I wanted a taste of the human world once again!” Kairi stares out the window, gently smiling as she stares up at the starry sky above. The moonlight shines on her in a way that makes Sora stare in awe. “Oh how much I missed it! The last few masters I had always kept me at arms length, never letting me enjoy my time here. I’m only asking this because you seem to be a kind one, but please don’t be a spoilsport and let me have some innocent fun?”

Can’t help but wonder what your definition of “Innocent” is, Sora thinks to himself. “Okay, then. I’ll make a deal with you then.”

“I’m certainly listening.” Kairi focuses her gaze on Sora.

“I supply you with my mana and let you have your ‘innocent fun’ here in my realm,” Sora says sternly. “In return, you assist me in everything having to do with my magic. Giving my spells more power, creating potions and elixirs, you name it.”

Sora extends his seal-adorned right hand. Smiling, Kairi puts her hand on his.

“It’s a deal then,” she says. Pulling his hand, Kairi once again closes the distance between her and Sora, creating an intimate amount of space between them. “Of course, when you come of age, I have a feeling you’d want to revisit our arrangement to factor in my other services.”

As she speaks, Sora feels her scaly tail stroking his chin. Between that and her suggestive smile, he finds himself paralyzed. Sora finds himself unable to say anything in response.

I may have bitten off more than I can chew, he thinks to himself as images of what Kairi could do to him fill his mind.

“Now then!” Kairi claps her hands together. “I know it’s nighttime and you might pass out after all the mana you’ve just expended summoning me, but I saw a field of flowers at the base of this tower and I demand you take me to them now!”

I do feel pretty damn tired right now, Sora thinks. Some fresh air might do me good before bed, though.

“Let’s head downstairs then.” As he leads Kairi to the stairs, she does a little spin in the air and follows him.

“You’d best prepare yourself, Sora!” Kairi says. “When you wake up, the first thing you’re doing is making me some human food!”

“Hey now, aren’t I the master here?” Sora asks.

“True, but what woman wouldn’t want to be fed breakfast by their boy toy?”

Sora lets out a sigh. He knew what he was signing up for when he planned to summon a demon, he just never expected their mischievousness to include so much teasing.

Things are about to get a lot more interesting, aren’t they?

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Gonna be real, part of me really wants to make this oneshot a multi-fic story. I’d change some details, but I think it’d be doable and a pretty fun experience. Fun fact, the root words for Succubus (succuba) and Incubus (incubāre) actually imply who’s on top or bottom, Succubi being the former with Incubi as the latter.

(Demon girls ftw, go play Helltaker on Steam. It’s free!)

Since this entry was for AU Day, so I decided to go a bit nuts and write something that’s a bit out there. Like before, thanks to the Sokai: Destined Oath Discord server as well as the member Gee for acting as my Beta Reader!

Thanks for Reading!

#sokai #sokaiweek #sokaiweek2020 #kingdom hearts fanfiction #Demon AU #sora #kairi #fanfiction #oneshot #F/M #sourcherrybomb

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the-observant-frisbeetarian · 4 years

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since: 05-02-10, id: 2348750, Profile Updated: 06-02-13

country: 🇦🇺 Australia

Author has written 17 stories for Hetalia - Axis Powers.

If I lose the light of the sun, I will write by candlelight, moonlight, no light. If I lose paper and ink, I will write in blood on forgotten walls. I will write always. I will capture nights all over the world and bring them to you. – Henry Rollins

Hi! I’m George. One day, I will be a professor of history, who wears tweed suits and lives in a library. Right now, I am a graduate student, who wears jeans and t-shirts and… um… lives in a library.

Reviews and PMs.

I don’t demand or even expect reviews. They do, however, make me happy. So if you are kind enough to leave one after reading, please know that even though I may not reply, I read every single one, and I am incredibly grateful - your few words of praise have brightened a moment of my day. :-)

If you send me a Private Message and don’t receive a response immediately, please know that I am not deliberately ignoring you. I find it a little difficult to keep up with replying to PMs; if I haven’t responded to your message in at least three months, it’s usually because I’ve, er, lost it. Feel free to send me another one calling me a giant prat and demanding a response.

Fanart and Translations.

I am perfectly okay (quite ecstatically happy, actually) with people doing whatever they like with my fics – whether that be translations, fanart, cosplay, AMVs, whatever. You do not need to ask permission - I will always say yes. All I ask is three things. One: please credit me as the author (and a link to the original story would be fantastic). Two: please let me know so that I can check it out and thank you profusely! And three: something I hate to have to mention, but please never do anything to make money out of these works. Obviously, Hetalia does not belong to me – it belongs to the amazing Hidekaz Himaruya, who is incredibly awesome for giving us such fantastic characters to play with. :-D

MY STORIES

THE VERAVERSE

The Veraverse is a Hetalia World War Two AU, of fics involving different characters and pairings, all living within the same time period and all interconnected in some way. As each story in the series is named after and loosely based on the lyrics of a wartime song sung by Vera Lynn, I flippantly dubbed it the ‘Veraverse.’ The name has sort of stuck, however. I have posted a list of character's birth dates here: http://george-de-valier.deviantart.com/art/Hetalia-Veraverse-Birth-Dates-340315828

This series is, at its core, about the power of love over war. It's about the real reasons people fight, and the real reasons they survive. It's about finding something beautiful in the midst of something ugly and evil. But overall, although I hope there is more to these stories than just romance, they are essentially about love.

Don’t expect every fic to be updated quickly. These stories intertwine, and will be published simultaneously, and it may be a while between chapters for each specific story. Most can be read separately, however a few will require that you read at least one other story in the series to make sense of it (e.g. ‘My Echo’ does not make much sense unless you also read ‘Lily of the Lamplight.’) Rest assured, they will all be completed.

We'll Meet Again Alfred Jones/Arthur Kirkland (America/England)

Complete - Thirteen Chapters

‘We’ll Meet Again’ is about love arriving when you least expect it, and how it can transform loneliness.

Keep Smiling Through Alfred Jones/Arthur Kirkland (America/England)

Complete – One Shot

Just a little mini-sequel to ‘We’ll Meet Again’ about a brief moment in Alfred and Arthur’s lives.

Auf Wiedersehen, Sweetheart Ludwig Beilschmidt/Feliciano Vargas (Germany/Italy)

Complete - Eighteen chapters

‘Auf Wiedersehen, Sweetheart’ is about love being blind, proving stronger than hate, and lasting longer than war.

Bésame Mucho Antonio Fernandez Carriedo/Lovino Vargas (Spain/Romano)

In Progress – Fourteen chapters

‘Bésame Mucho’ is essentially about love overcoming fear.

Lily of the Lamplight Gilbert Beilschmidt/Roderich Edelstein (Prussia/Austria)

In Progress – Eighteen Chapters

‘Lily of the Lamplight’ is about selflessness, survival, and how love can change you for the better.

My Echo Unrequited Vash Zwingli/Roderich Edelstein (Switzerland/Austria)

In Progress – Six Chapters

‘My Echo’ is about how true love is selfless – even if it is unreturned.

Jealousy Ivan Braginski/Yao Wang (Russia/China)

In Progress – Six Chapters

‘Jealousy’ is a little different to the other stories in this series. It is about control, madness, and how love has the power to destroy as well as to save.

Something to Remember You By Sadik Adnan/Gupta Muhammad Hassan (Turkey/Egypt)

In Progress – Three Chapters

‘Something to Remember You By’ is about losing love, and yourself with it.

UPCOMING VERAVERSE FICS

Somewhere in France With You Francis Bonnefoy/Matthew Williams (France/Canada)

Darling, where better to meet again than the most beautiful city in the world?

It's a Lovely Day Tomorrow

Toris Laurinaitis/Feliks Łukasiewicz (Lithuania/Poland)

Art. Music. Passion. Destruction. Young, wild love, in the streets of Berlin, on the eve of war.

When I Grow Too Old to Dream Berwald Oxenstierna/Tino Väinämöinen (Sweden/Finland)

“What would you do if I just… took this tree? Claimed it for Finland?”

“I’d let ye take it.”

“This lake?”

“Ye can have it.”

“This entire forest?”

“’t’s yours.”

“Would you let me take your whole country, Berwald?”

“Yes. And you? What’f I just… took this rock?”

“You can’t have that rock. That’s a Finnish rock.”

You’ll Never Know

Elizaveta Héderváry/ Lili Zwingli (Hungary/Liechtenstein)

“But who knows? Maybe you'll meet a charming little Swiss girl with plaits and a basket who likes to yodel on mountaintops."

Elizaveta always hated it when Gilbert was right.

When the Lights go on Again

Eduard Von Bock/Raivis Galante (Estonia/Latvia)

"I will stay with him through this darkness. I will give my soul to keep it from him. And I swear, whatever I must do, that Raivis Galante will live to see the lights go on again.”

Room Five-Hundred-and-Four

Herakles Karpusi/Kiku Honda (Greece/Japan)

“Life's most important conversations take place in bars. Perhaps in places not too dissimilar from this - perhaps between people not so different from ourselves. Bars, after all, are where people meet, and where they rejoice; where they forget, and where they say goodbye. They are the crossroads of life."

"You sound like a philosopher. Though your name suggests a hero."

Faraway Places

Bad Friends Trio (France, Prussia, and Spain)

“Ah, those were the days, huh, Gil? Remember the time you tried to take on the entire Parisian police force?”

“Or the time you knocked yourself out running from that bull in Pamplona?”

“Or that time Francis tried to seduce your grandfather?!”

“Francis what?”

“Oh, look at that, I’ve finished my drink.”

Autumn Leaves

Augustus Roma Vargas (Ancient Rome)

But I miss you most of all, my darling, when autumn leaves start to fall.

OTHER FICS

THE MAPLEVERSE

This is a currently small modern AU, set in modern day Canada.

La Patisserie de la Rose Francis Bonnefoy/Matthew Williams (France/Canada)

Complete – Six Chapters

A birthday present for Claudia, aka ThisCouldTheoreticallyBeSparta

An essentially fluffy Franada with lots of cameos and cake and general silliness. I like to think this story is about friendship as much as it is about love. It's also about seeing something in someone that no one else can - not even themselves.

Libelle Hall Gilbert Beilschmidt/Roderich Edelstein (Prussia/Austria)

In Progress – Three Chapters

A Gift for Kay, aka Kay the Beta

‘Libelle Hall’ is about change, and about love growing from self-realisation. It’s also an examination of Gilbert and Roderich’s characters, and how they aren’t that different from each other, after all. And it’s a gift for my beta Kay, because she loves PruAus, and she’s awesome.

Of Ponies and Edelweiss Gilbert Beilschmidt/Roderich Edelstein (Prussia/Austria)

Complete – One Shot

A Valentines’ Day present for Claudia

Just a fluffy, romantic little fic for Valentines’ Day. Well, as romantic as Gilbert gets, anyway.

ONGOING MULTI-CHAPTERS

Catch Perfect Berwald Oxenstierna/Tino Väinämöinen (Sweden/Finland)

In Progress – Twelve Chapters

‘Catch Perfect’ is basically proof that I can’t even write crack without some semblance of plot and angst. I am still writing this, just ever so slowly.

The Tiger and the Dragon Ivan Braginski/Yao Wang (Russia/China)

In Progress – Seventeen Chapters

I first posted this story almost three years ago. Last year I started re-publishing it, mainly to fix up the writing quality and some plot points. Yes, it’s melodramatic; yes, it’s a bit cliché. Basically, if this were a published novel, it would be the type to have GAY EROTIC ROMANCE in tacky writing across the cover. But really, what the hell, it’s fun. :-D

COMPLETED ONE SHOTS

Stay With You Germany/Italy

A rare story with the characters as nations, and my very first posted fanfiction. I had just discovered Hetalia when I wrote this, and loved the random humour of it, but also wondered what it could be like if it was a more serious take on the Second World War. Also, it has always been blatantly obvious to me that Germany and Italy are in love with each other. Like, duh.

Gallipoli Australia and New Zealand

Another nation story from me, about a conflict embedded in the consciousness of every Australian. We haven’t been given much to go on with Australia’s characterisation, so I went with my gut instinct – he’s anti-authority, he’s an easily broken optimist, and he cares deeply about his men. Gallipoli shattered the romantic idea of war for this country. I think it would have shattered Australia, too.

Sleep, Little Bird Berwald Oxenstierna/Tino Väinämöinen (Sweden/Finland) and Peter (Sealand)

There is not much I can really say about this one, except sorry. Oh, and that it’s not in the same universe as ‘Catch Perfect.’ I wouldn’t do that. ;-)

LINKS!

http://george-de-valier.deviantart.com (deactivated account) - Where I fave and comment on the wonderful artwork that people have drawn for my stories. I adore fan art, so please tell me if you have drawn any! If I happen to come across art for my stories that I haven’t been told about, be warned, I WILL proceed to fave and comment on it anyway. :-)

www.youtube.com/user/ykwyh26 - My lovely and talented beta Kay’s YouTube site, where you can hear all the songs from my Veraverse stories.

VIDEOS

I am incredibly flattered that the amazingly talented Alyss Lane has written a gorgeous song based on ‘Auf Wiedersehen, Sweetheart.’ It is called ‘Auf Wiedersehen,’ performed by Willow, and you can hear this beautiful song here – www.youtube.com/watch?v=2N8T4oIppS0

The following are awesome AMVs for my fics, made by some very talented artists.

The Veraverse

Sanctuary, by Insomniac3Ltd

www.youtube.com/watch?v=dfvTV5b9Zwk (unavailable)

We'll Meet Again

We’ll Meet Again, by Shokora15

www.youtube.com/watch?v=M4COUwq9yzA

Wild Horses, by SirenShadow95

www.youtube.com/watch?v=DaiMnawL3hM

Auf Wiedersehen, Sweetheart

Stereo Love, by snobo52

www.youtube.com/watch?v=UH8-zY-3qiI

If I Die Young, by NightmareCCL

www.youtube.com/watch?v=BkoVnwzwLlU

Stay, by PastaWithWurst

www.youtube.com/watch?v=-i61AAOfNm4 (unavailable)

Auf Wiedersehen, Sweetheart, by Sydney Amber

www.youtube.com/watch?v=nM9anzT81tM

Home, by Sanity4Fire

www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZjPTML1vjXA (unavailable)

Auf Wiedersehen, Sweetheart, by ShiroBaraLuv123

www.youtube.com/watch?v=qltINwf-ZkU (unavailable)

Bésame Mucho

Fear, by ykwyh26

www.youtube.com/watch?v=ua5Ak4O9P88

Slow Dancing in a Burning Room, by Kayleigh Turgeon

www.youtube.com/watch?v=_pDaLTw5wIs (unavailable)

The Only Exception, by InuLoverNr1Hitomi

www.youtube.com/watch?v=4pt_sHtZfIw

Don’t Tell Me You Love Me If You Don’t Mean It, by AnnoyingGirl1234

www.youtube.com/watch?v=DkcTKOAN8Y8 (unavailable)

Lily of the Lamplight

Lili Marlene, by xxEmoxxChibixx

www.youtube.com/watch?v=otYq31Qnct8

Sleep, Little Bird

Sleep, by Hetaliagirl96

www.youtube.com/watch?v=6tOCsWjpNsk (unavailable)

La Patisserie de la Rose

Take Me Home, by Ahogemako

www.youtube.com/watch?v=IwsX1rJ2CDo

Something to Remember You By

Lullabies, by Lanie P

www.youtube.com/watch?v=WnRXhe2cdZw

STORIES WRITTEN FOR ME

These are all fantastic. Please check them out, you won’t be disappointed!

Mi Piachi perché Mi Piaci, by ThisCouldTheoreticallyBeSparta

(GerIta, Spamano, PruAus, BelgHun and teeny mentions of Franada, Netherlands/Australia, UsUk)

A wonderful birthday present of fluffy GerIta goodness from my wonderful friend Claudia.

www.fanfiction.net/s/7601790/1/Mi_Piaci_perche_Mi_Piaci

Maple Street, by fubibliophile

(Canada and America)

A really cool, atmospheric one shot from the very sweet fubibliophile.

www.fanfiction.net/s/7796628/1/Maple_Street

Chapter Four of Hetalia Fairy Tales, by Kitty-Kat Allie

(GiriPan)

An incredibly sweet GiriPan fairy tale from a wonderful author and a lovely person.

www.fanfiction.net/s/7730679/4/Hetalia_Fairy_Tales

1. Something To Remember You By » reviews

VV AU. 1914. Constantinople, Turkey. On the eve of war, street dweller Sadik Adnan's way of life and existence is called into question by the strange, beautiful Egyptian imam, Gupta Muhammad Hassan.

Hetalia - Axis Powers - Rated: M - English - Romance/Tragedy - Chapters: 1 - Words: 4,732 - Reviews: 73 - Published: 5-30-13 - Turkey & Egypt

2. Lily of the Lamplight » reviews

WW2 AU. Austrian musician Roderich and German soldier Gilbert are forced into an army prison unit and a fight for survival on the Russian Front. But in the midst of blood and death and hell on earth, how long can they fight their desire for each other?

Hetalia - Axis Powers - Rated: M - English - Romance/Angst - Chapters: 4 - Words: 27,329 - Reviews: 557 - Updated: 5-21-13 - Published: 11-20-11 - Prussia & Austria

3. Libelle Hall » reviews

Modern AU. When Roderich Edelstein – student, musician, and reluctant activist – attempts to save a local music hall from destruction, he is not prepared for the conflicting emotions evoked in him by arrogant demolition worker Gilbert Beilschmidt. Gift fic for Kay the Beta.

Hetalia - Axis Powers - Rated: T - English - Romance/Friendship - Chapters: 2 - Words: 8,900 - Reviews: 174 - Updated: 5-6-13 - Published: 2-20-13 - Prussia & Austria

4. Jealousy » reviews

WW2 AU. Insane Russian Commander Ivan Braginski is the terror of his battalion and his enemies alike. He controls the lives of thousands - but it is the memory of one that controls his own. Tie-in to 'Lily of the Lamplight.'

Hetalia - Axis Powers - Rated: M - English - Romance/Tragedy - Chapters: 1 - Words: 3,077 - Reviews: 80 - Published: 11-29-12 - Russia & China

5. The Tiger and the Dragon » reviews

Human AU. Awkward, average chef Yao Wang is sick of being thought of as boring and predictable. When he meets the enigmatic and slightly unnerving Ivan Braginski, Yao is immediately captivated. As he falls deeper it becomes apparent just how dangerous Ivan really is… but Ivan is just as smitten, and Yao may be too in love to care about the consequences…

Hetalia - Axis Powers - Rated: M - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 4 - Words: 12,967 - Reviews: 155 - Updated: 11-15-12 - Published: 8-25-12 - Russia & China

6. My Echo » reviews

WW2 AU. Captain Vash Zwingli is a soldier in someone else's war; a man mad enough to lead where others will not. He treads a fine line between life and death, between sanity and madness, in a constant battle to forget. But when Vash's past confronts him in the worst place on earth, will it finally tip him over the edge – or give him a chance for redemption? Unrequited SwissAus.

Hetalia - Axis Powers - Rated: M - English - Angst/Drama - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,378 - Reviews: 73 - Published: 11-15-12 - Switzerland

7. La Patisserie de la Rose » reviews

AU. Accountant Matthew Williams is used to being unnoticed, ignored, and forgotten. That is until pastry chef Francis Bonnefoy appears like a burst of colour in his dull, grey life. Gift fic for TCTBS.

Hetalia - Axis Powers - Rated: M - English - Romance - Chapters: 6 - Words: 35,111 - Reviews: 573 - Updated: 10-10-12 - Published: 12-9-11 - France & Canada - Complete

8. Catch Perfect » reviews

AU. When Berwald loses everything he is forced to move into a share house with an insane Dane, a sociopathic Norwegian, an unfathomable Icelander and a perfect Finn who makes it all worth putting up with.

Hetalia - Axis Powers - Rated: T - English - Romance/Friendship - Chapters: 8 - Words: 36,538 - Reviews: 582 - Updated: 9-22-12 - Published: 10-10-10 - Sweden & Finland

9. Blue, White, Red » reviews

Human AU. 1777; The American Revolutionary War. Three times, American rebel Alfred Jones meets British soldier Arthur Kirkland. One blue; one white; one red.

Hetalia - Axis Powers - Rated: M - English - Angst/Romance - Chapters: 3 - Words: 5,981 - Reviews: 369 - Updated: 9-20-12 - Published: 8-26-12 - America & England/Britain - Complete

10. Auf Wiedersehen, Sweetheart » reviews

WW2 AU. Feliciano Vargas is a passionate, if slightly scared, Italian resistance member. Falling in love with a German fighter pilot was the last thing he expected... and it will test his national loyalty, and his heart, to their limits.

Hetalia - Axis Powers - Rated: M - English - Romance/Angst - Chapters: 18 - Words: 104,322 - Reviews: 3246 - Updated: 8-11-12 - Published: 12-18-10 - Germany & N. Italy - Complete

11. Keep Smiling Through » reviews

'We'll Meet Again' mini-sequel. Keep smiling through, just like you always do; 'til the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away! USUK

Hetalia - Axis Powers - Rated: K - English - Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,376 - Reviews: 172 - Published: 6-28-12 - America & England/Britain - Complete

12. Bésame Mucho » reviews

WW2 AU. Lovino Vargas only ever wanted something exciting to happen in his boring, everyday Italian village existence. He never expected war, Resistance, love, passion, treason, or a cheerful, confusing, irritatingly attractive Spanish freedom fighter.

Hetalia - Axis Powers - Rated: M - English - Romance/Angst - Chapters: 5 - Words: 39,037 - Reviews: 817 - Updated: 5-30-12 - Published: 8-1-11 - Spain & S. Italy/Romano

13. Of Ponies and Edelweiss » reviews

Gilbert Beilschmidt is not, generally speaking, a romantic man. Which makes his behaviour this particular Valentine's Day a little odd for Roderich to understand… Gift fic for TCTBS; spin-off of 'La Patisserie de la Rose.'

Hetalia - Axis Powers - Rated: T - English - Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 4,143 - Reviews: 130 - Published: 2-14-12 - Prussia & Austria - Complete

14. Sleep, Little Bird » reviews

Human AU. Tino, Berwald and Peter are the perfect family. Things like this don't happen to people like them. But when they do, how are they supposed to accept it?

Hetalia - Axis Powers - Rated: T - English - Family/Tragedy - Chapters: 1 - Words: 4,169 - Reviews: 294 - Published: 9-26-11 - Finland & Sweden - Complete

15. Gallipoli » reviews

Gallipoli, April 25, 1915. Australia is a young nation with plenty to prove. And war is where nations prove themselves.

Hetalia - Axis Powers - Rated: T - English - Drama/Angst - Chapters: 1 - Words: 4,966 - Reviews: 48 - Published: 4-28-11 - Australia - Complete

16. We'll Meet Again » reviews

WW2 AU. London pub owner Arthur Kirkland is driven to distraction by loud, brash American fighter pilot Alfred Jones. Unable to stop it, Arthur finds himself falling for Alfred's charms... just as the pilot is preparing to leave for war.

Hetalia - Axis Powers - Rated: M - English - Romance/Angst - Chapters: 13 - Words: 43,415 - Reviews: 1376 - Updated: 1-20-11 - Published: 7-18-10 - America & England/Britain - Complete

17. Stay With You » reviews

Germany lies defeated and alone in the aftermath of the Battle of Berlin... but not everyone has abandoned him.

Hetalia - Axis Powers - Rated: T - English - Angst/Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,325 - Reviews: 66 - Published: 5-4-10 - Germany & N. Italy - Complete

THANK YOU MARVINHERE FOR FINDING THIS!

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Imagine drawing V and he catches you.

In response to this wonderful submission by @jenoscity and also as a thank you to @little-faerie-artist for the wonderful fanart for V that inspired this

V: “That’s quite impressive.”

You nearly jump when you heard his voice and downright almost screamed at how close his face was to you. He was leaning over your shoulder, looking at your drawing pad. You were in the middle of coloring your sketch...of V himself.

You: “Ah! Don’t look! It’s not ready!”

V: “Really? But it already looks so well.”

He goes around to take a seat right next to you, taking the pad from your hand. You were too shocked to fight him, but when you came to, you were blushing furiously.

You: “What are you doing?!”

V: “The eye-altering, alters all. Never would have thought to be in the presence of such a talented artist in a world where beauty is snuffed out by its poisonous roots.”

You feel your cheeks burn hotter, you had to force yourself to look down to avoid looking him in the eye and him catching your embarrassment.

You: “It’s not that good...”

V: “On the contrary, it is a marvel. You are, as that one woman Nico calls herself, truly gifted.”

You laugh. You almost had half a mind of thinking he was making fun of you, but you got understand the mysterious man long enough to know that every word that comes out of his mouth is not just the truth, but his truest thoughts and feelings. He can be rather straightforward in a roundabout kind of way unique only to him, a trait you found that adds to his charm.

V: “There is one thing about this piece I must point out, however.”

You: “Huh? What is it?”

V: “Why me?”

You: “O-Oh?”

V: “There are plenty, more interesting things to capture on canvas, yet you took the time to draw me. My apologies, but this seems rather puzzling.”

He must not think too highly of himself...

You: “....The answer is easy.”

You gently take back your sketchbook, closing it completely before flipping it open again to the first page, the the next, then the next. Each one a different drawing but all of the same thing. The same person. V. Him fighting, reading, summoning and commanding his demons, looking over the city. You even sketched him playing the air violin, one of those rare moments where it seemed like he truly was enjoying himself compared to the cool mask he wears passively. You can feel his eyes intently taking in each of your works and you continue to show him until you reached the last page, the first he has seen and set the book on your lap.

You: “It’s ‘cause you’re amazing, V.”

You didn’t dare look at him, almost despairing at the very real possibility that he may scorn or humiliate you for seeming obsessed with him. A moment passes. Perhaps he is too stunned and has now thought of you as strange, a stalker, and was just simply too polite to say anything about you.

You move to get up from your seat to walk away and never mention this again when you felt a hand upon your arm, pulling you back down on the seat. Your head twists to see him staring in your eyes and you found yourself ensnared by the most beautiful shade of green. This is the first time that you ever truly got to look at him, the angles of his slander face, the full pout of his lips, the slant of his eyes, the soft, luscious waves of his hair. The tattooed man was too beautiful and you found yourself wanting.

V: “...Thank you. For showing me. Would it be vain of me to pose as your muse once more?”

This stunned you for a moment. You wanted to ask if he was joking, but no, he was serious. You tighten the grip on your pencil, careful not too give away your anticipation in fear of possibly frightening him with your enthusiasm at his offer.

You: “You’d have to stay still for awhile.”

V: “What will you have me do?”

You: “I’d....I’d really like to catch you reading. Only with you facing me. Would that be okay?”

V: “It would be my pleasure.”

He makes himself comfortable on the shared seat, facing you as instructed and pulls out his hard cover poetry book with the signature V on the front and back. V flips it open to a random page and you see his eyes skimming over the lines. Leaning over the sketch pad on your lap, you begin to draft out the basic shapes of the drawing. You pause for a moment to admire him, noticing how immersed he was in his reading. His eyes lose the aloof aura, his mouth you notice moves as if reciting the words aloud and the apples of his cheeks seem to almost glow as he does this. V seems so at peace like this which is why you asked for this particular pose. But there was something missing...

You: “Could you read to me too?”

He stops in the middle of the passage to glance up at you, careful not to move any other part of him, conscious not to lose the pose for you.

V: “Are you familiar with Blake?”

You: “Not really. But I’d like to learn. Besides, you have a nice voice. It’s nice to hear you recite the poems out loud.”

V: “Ha.”

He glances back down to his book, you can see the smile crack on his face.

V: “The most moving pieces in the world in my hand, yet it is your words that stir the verses of my heart.”

You felt yours skip a beat. You watch him relax before you, taking a slight breath before speaking with that mellow, raspy voice that sounded lustrous silk to your ears. Your embarrassed blush was gone, replaced with a flush of something else, something that made you feel tingly inside. Instead of questioning it, you rolled with it, not once breaking concentration in your drawing, riding the waves of V’s voice as you go.

V: “It is right, it should be so;

Man was made for joy and woe;

And when this, we rightly know,

Thro’ the world we safely go.”

V felt himself, for the very first time, at ease. Shielded from the darkness of the world outside, from the demons, from his duty to defeat Urizen, from the inevitabe. For once he can say to himself that he feels...protected. And he gathers that it is because you are with him. You and him, and no one else. It is an emotion he has not felt in a very long time, and he delights in enjoying this with you for as long as possible. V hopes that when you finish, you would allow him to keep the drawing. He would like to keep it within the pages of his book, a memento of this moment and, he selfishly muses, to keep you with him always.

#v devil may cry #v dmc5 #v x reader #v x you #devil may cry imagine #devil may cry 5 #dmc 5 #v imagine #vitale imagine #vitale x you #vitale x reader #my writing #this turned out longer than i thought #but i didnt want to lose emotion by skimping on details #so tagging as long post #sorry j there’s a bit of angst #but its mostly happy i promise #hope you like it!

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To Stretch, To Tangle, Never To Break

A/N: so, a few weeks ago, given the lack of work in the office, I watched the video @carpedzem posted, of which she “wanted” a fic. After, I pitched her the whole idea, still true to the video, but enough to be Captain Swan. Make sure to give her fanarts based on the red thread of fate’s myth lotsa love!!

This weekend - plus two days - completely under Natalia’s careful watch - and man, you know I love your reactions, the heart one is lit!! - this 6.3k words monster (aye, @snidgetsafan I totally jinxed myself) was born.

The title comes out of @profdanglaisstuff ‘s brilliant mind! My Savior ♥

Read on ao3 - ffnet

The two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstances. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break ― Unknown

«But Mrs. Mills, I don’t have a thread.»

It all starts with those simple words.

The moment the last syllable leaves Emma Nolan’s lips, her life changes, and if you think for the better, then you probably live in a world where soulmates are either rare or don’t exist.

In Emma Nolan’s world, however, soulmates are very common: every person has a bright red thread tied to their fingers which can’t ever undo or cut. It doesn’t interfere with your daily life, but it’s there nonetheless, reminding you that there’s someone you’re bound to. Which is what the thread actually is: a reminder, as much as a bond; the decision to either follow it or wait for the right person to show up is up to you and you alone. Ah, well, sometimes the Fates just want to have fun, but that really is a rare occasion.

The thread is only visible to the people bound by it - either two or more - and, on occasions, by other people gifted with the Sight, descendants of witches who now have learned not to tell the world about their abilities if they don’t want an endless line of people waiting for them out of their houses. They also learned to cast a memory spell over those whom they help in case their heart suddenly goes too soft and can’t just stand there and do nothing. These are very rare occasions, but they do pay a visit to those who claim they can see the thread and swindle poor human beings in search for their soulmate.

People without a thread are called Anomalies. Capital A. At least they aren’t marked with an A. Not anymore, that is. Witches have been helpful that way, wiping away the marks and more memories. That’s how many people decided not to mention anything about their threads, either avoiding the matter entirely - exhausting, really - or lying - still exhausting, yet the best way to avoid strange looks and brands.

How can you teach a child to stay silent when you can’t see their thread and they never mentioned it? You can, no matter how fairytale-like your love story is.

Mary Margaret and David Nolan always told Emma the story of how they met, of how they waited for their soulmate to show up and ran into each other, not realizing they were soulmates until after Mary Margaret punched him in the face and stole his mother’s engagement ring, wearing right above the thread’s knot. She was stunned when David showed up at her door, breathless, holding up the thread.

When Cora Mills, Emma’s teacher, calls them for a meeting and reveals what Emma said, all they feel is dread.

There is something else scientists have discovered in time: if a person doesn’t have a thread, it usually means they will die before finding their soulmates.

(It’s also true that sometimes Fates do screw up and accidents happen and threads are cut or woven with someone else’s. This last option is clearly difficult to put in action given many already are matched, but they always manage to restore the balance. Somehow.)

Still, Emma Nolan doesn't have a thread, and as sad as it is, her words escape the Fates' attention when they don't everyone else's.

Her teacher isn't surprised, just sad: Cora Mills is a powerful witch, in fact, and she's always known about Emma's secret, never having enough courage to face her. How can you tell a child they're doomed to die before experiencing True Love?

Yet Emma Nolan isn't desperate, no, her parents are. Emma is just done with everyone.

Her parents mistake her not wanting to go to school with uneasiness about not having a thread, her silence for shame, but Emma is just pissed. She doesn't want to be coddled, and what she wants the most is not for the thread to magically tie itself around her finger: all she wants is for her schoolmates to stop making fun of her.

Being kids, they don't, they don't understand, and some, even when their parents tell them what not having a thread usually means, joke about it. They joke about the fact that she'll die without love, and that's too much for Emma.

Nobody befriends her, almost fearing she will make their threads disappear, a voice Mrs. Mills' daughter, Regina, spreads, and if Regina Mills says something, it's law.

Emma might not be physically branded with an A, but it's a close thing.

She tells herself it doesn't matter, that she doesn't need to experience True Love when she has her parents, that it'll be enough.

Except, it isn't.

The sense of inadequacy, of not being enough, can only get stronger when her baby brother is born. Emma can't see it, but he has the thread. Even so, he's perfect, and how can she compete with him with her non-existent thread?

Since her mother manifested the desire to have another child - strategically after she revealed the lack of a soulmate - Emma thought of her little brother as a replacement, someone they could hold on to after she's gone. It hurts, and creates an abyss between her and her parents. Parent, singular, she should say: David Nolan treats her the same as before, and sometimes it seems he favours her a little bit. She should feel bad about it, yet she relishes in being a daddy's girl.

She also should feel bad for almost guilt-tripping them into buy her art supplies she can use to express her feelings. She doesn't feel bad when she lets her father understand she would like to try digital art, which requires expensive tools, but she does cry of joy when she finds her first tablet under the Christmas tree.

Her art is grim, dark, echo of her feelings, but sometimes she draws fanarts: Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, The Princess Bride… she loves it, it makes her feel better and lets her forget she's an Anomaly.

It takes her long to decide, until one day Emma decides to post a drawing of Westley and Buttercup on tumblr.

It's not a huge success, but she gets notes and followers and it's, strangely enough, more than she would get from her parents when her she showed them her drawings.

It goes on like that for years, her tumblr - dreadpirateswan - getting more followers and reblogs and she also gets a bit of anon hate, but that's normal, too. She gets messages from people who congratulate with her for her style, asking for advices and if she takes commissions - why not? She could use the money, and it's not like she's using other people's works for a profit.

Many are the messages she receives, but no one ever writes her for long, no one ever seems to find an interest in her, only her heart.

So when Emma receives a new message from jollyscoundreljones, she thinks it won’t last.

Everything just starts like it always does, with an “hey, I saw your art, it’s amazing” or something along that line. The happy flutter in her heart never fails to appear whenever someone compliments her, yet sometimes it just feels so fake, done so people can enter her good grace and get free art out of her. Sometimes, it's just like that.

Not with Jones, though.

Jones is different, somehow, Emma can feel it.

They talk, they get all nerdy over things and Emma just loves their exchange. Their banter makes her feel different, alive, in a way, and, just like when she draws, whenever she talks to - or even thinks about - Jones, she forgets about that red string she's never seen and never will.

After being on tumblr for years - and okay, even with the help of a global clock on her phone - she decides Jones live in the US, their schedules almost the same she knows they both live on the East Coast.

She might also sound a bit stalker-y sometimes, but refrains herself from pointing out such things: subtlety is not her forte.

Jones - that's the only name she can use when talking to him (never about, never) - is funny, loves Star Wars and guitars to the point it could cross the line and become an obsession but she can't really judge, only chuckle about it. Jones makes her laugh a lot, even at the most inconvenient times - especially then, like when she's sitting in the same room as her parents and they look at her with an arched eyebrow or a twinkle in their eyes. The latter always makes her sober up: this is not a relationship, and it will never be one. As far as she knows, Jones already has a soulmate.

That knowledge doesn't diminish the pain she feels in her heart.

Jones helps with that, making her forget despite being the indirect cause.

It's on her seventeenth birthday, almost a whole year since she started talking with Jones, that the message she wakes up to is an audio.

Her heart beats rapidly, too fast for it to be healthy. That's a line they never crossed, never exchanging phone numbers or mails, only chatting on tumblr. It makes her anxious, but she trusts Jones with her whole heart.

After listening to the audio, she's a mess. She's crying, but not because he - because only now she knows Jones is a guy - told her something bad, like he's been messing with her for months to end. No, the fucker went and recorded a cover of Owl City's Fireflies, also known as her favourite song.

Emma doesn't know what to say, she just cries and sends him what is defined "keyboard smashing" because that's how she is with him. Hell, the knowledge he's a man doesn't scare her at all, she's just too happy and she just-

It's a shock, really, and she can't bring herself to put her thoughts into words, because it can't be. Ever.

Emma talks to Jones some more, and she eventually forgets about her impossible thoughts.

It can't be, and it breaks her heart.

For the first time ever, she’s grateful for the fact that they can’t see each other: it’d make it more difficult than it already is.

Emma’s world turns upside down around Thanksgiving.

In the future, if someone asked her, she would not know what pushed her to write the words she sends Jones late at night, just after finishing a Thanksgiving-themed fanart.

Hey, Jones… I have a confession to make.

His reply is a fast, reassuring one that makes her heart do somersaults.

I don’t have the thread.

There. The words are now out there, and she might have lost the only true friend she’s ever had.

So imagine her surprise when she sees Jones has replied. It doesn’t quite match the heart attack she nearly has when she reads his response.

Bloody hell. I… I don’t have the thread, either.

Then again, her sight is a bit blurred by tears and she might not have read it correctly.

All Emma can think as she stares at her monitor with tears streaming down her cheeks and a stupid smile curving her lips is that Jones always, always finds a way to surprise her.

God, if she could choose to ever love someone, she would choose to love him.

There’s a burning sensation around her left ring finger, and when she looks down at her hand, her eyes widen in what could only be described as pure shock.

When the red glow fades, the colour red doesn’t disappear at all, becoming as thin as a-

«Fuck. Me.»

Emma has a thread.

Emma Nolan has a thread.

Emma Nolan, former Anomaly, has a thread.

In any other occasion, she would jump with joy: she wouldn't be an outcast anymore, her parents would truly love her, yet the only person she wants to reveal that new secret to is the guy she loves.

Jones? Something strange just happened…

She bites her lip and then her nails as she waits for his response.

Uh, would it be crazy if I told you something strange happened here, too?

Her heart skips several beats. It can't be healthy, not at all, but then it speeds up and seems to lock in her throat as she types another message.

I… don't think so? It would make sense given how I feel but… my thread just appeared.

Much like earlier, when she told him she didn't have the thread, Emma braces herself for what he might tell her.

What if it's all her illusion? What if she's just been matched to someone who isn't Jones and she'll have to live her life pretending she's not in love with A guy she met online? If only she could just follow the thread, perhaps she would have her answer. But then, if the answer doesn't please her, what happens? She still would have to forget about Jones, and how could she when she can't just be without him?

Bloody hell - ah, yes, the first hint she got about his British heritage, followed by the accent she heard in her song - my thread just appeared, too.

More tears run down her face and Emma is very thankful her parents are heavy sleepers and don't hear her muffled sobs.

I love you, Jones.

Emma can't bring herself to regret those words, how could she when she finally has found her true soulmate, and not one she's been forced to accept but one she chose herself?

She might also let out a loud squeal - no, she definitely does - when he replied the answer almost an identical twin to her own.

I love you, too, Swan.

-/-

Emma's happiness doesn't last for too long.

In fact, it lasts for twenty-two days, sixteen hours and a bunch of minutes she can't bring herself to count. She's never been that good at math anyway.

Jones hasn't been answering her for almost a week, and she has no idea how to contact him to ask him if he's okay.

She could… but she can't. She won't. Rationally, she knows they are soulmates and they love each other, but after being for so long without someone who truly loved her, can you really blame Emma for not wanting to be a disappointment to Jones’ eyes? Again, rationally, she knows she won’t be, but having been bullied for the majority of her life still leaves her a strange feeling, that feeling you have when you don’t feel enough.

Jones always manages to make her feel completely different, as if she’s the most important person for him. And now he’s gone, and she has no other means to contact him, not a mail, not a phone number. There’s just the thread, but Emma Nolan can’t risk not being enough.

(There’s also the fact that she can’t just disappear and perhaps end up in another state when she has no money to cover the expenses and she can’t just ask her parents who, undoubtedly, would help her find her soulmate. She can’t tell them because her thread is still a secret, and will be for years to come.)

That’s why she settles for the worst of two evils, hoping deep inside her heart that one day the thread will become much shorter and finally bring them together again.

-/-

Painful days turn into apathetic months into joyless years.

Time without Jones seems to pass slower and Emma just feels empty. Her life goes on as usual on the outside, though with a significant lack of smiles and concealed laughs her parents choose not to comment upon. The fact that they don’t ask makes her feel worse and better at the same time: they don’t need to know about Jones or the thread, but can’t they see how unhappy she is?

Her father does try to ask, ending up with silence as his only answer. He takes her to the Met, a place she’s never been to and they stay there all day long. It might seem nothing, what is a day spent with your father in a museum, after all?, but for Emma not much compares to being surrounded by art. It honestly makes her feel a bit more loved.

After that, trips to different museums with her father become a regular thing, the bond between them reinforced.

The same doesn’t really go for her mother, who always seem to prefer spending time with Leo or her students. It hurts, but Emma has been used to this since that fatidic day. Sometimes, she would love to tell her mother the truth out of spite, but no: before doing that, she needs to find Jones again.

This newfound bond with her father allows Emma to finally decide on which college she wants to attend, and it comes with no surprise that she ends up choosing art school.

Painting, either digitally or traditionally, helps Emma go through her heartbreak. Although she’s be supposed to swear off men and love, she just can’t. Yes, Jones might have disappeared on her, but in her heart she just knows something must’ve happened. He’s not posted on tumblr since, no more photos of guitars or music recs or nerdy stuff. She wonders, of course she does, but never manages to find an answer.

So she waits, dodging dates and guys who want only one thing from her.

If you’d asked her if she was a romantic soul before her thread appeared, Emma would’ve laughed at you, partly because she didn’t consider her so and partly to protect herself. Had she had the thread to begin with, maybe things would’ve been different, Emma would’ve been different. Perhaps she would’ve not given the thread too much importance and tried to find her love by conducting a normal life. Perhaps she would’ve waited for who knows how many years to find her soulmate, like her parents did.

But neither wanting a normal life - what is normal when you’ve been an Anomaly for the most part of your life? - or being a romantic soul - which she can totally be, mind you - have anything to do with the importance the thread has. No, not the thread: Jones.

It doesn’t matter if she doesn’t know where he is, or why he’s never contacted her again: all that matters is that, somewhere, he still is alive, and still loves her.

That’s what the thread means to Emma: it’s not something the Fates decided, Emma and Jones did. The thread that links them was born out of their love for each other, not the other way around.

A man might not deserve to be someone’s first everything out of a sense of obligation, but a woman can choose whom to experience all her firsts with, and if wanting to have them with Jones makes Emma the personification of romantic soul, then so be it.

It’s her choice, Jones is her choice, always has and always will be.

-/-

The sharp sensation of pain hits her as she’s painting a project for Mrs. Frost in the little space she’s turned into her studio years prior, winning the battle with her brother who wanted that place above the garage to be his new room. Sometimes, being the older sibling has its advantages. And puppy eyes, those work like a charm, too.

The pain seems to never stop, it leaves her breathless and makes her lose her balance. She falls off the stool she was perched upon mere seconds ago, stretching on the cold floor as she tries to breathe fresh air in.

Eventually, the agonizing pain fades, leaving a faint ache behind, just like when you cut your finger so lightly that just a thin red line forms but the steady pulsing of the blood beneath hurts still.

The moment she can breathe and feel her legs again, Emma sits up. The room still spins when she stands, but it doesn't deter her from rushing downstairs to grab her bag and red leather jacket before rushing outside.

She really hopes her yellow bug doesn't let her down amidst New York's traffic. Taking the subway is out of the question: she can’t perfectly follow the thread when she can’t turn left or right whenever the red string does.

Her heart was thundering in her chest, tattooing its shape against her sternum. All she can think of is Jones. Never before she felt such pain, and she knows, she just does that he’s not well, that something happened to him. She just hopes she doesn’t have to fly all the way to London or wherever to make sure he will be well.

The strings takes her way out of town: it takes her to Boston.

What’s worse, it takes her to Mass General Hospital.

Her mind already thought she would end up in a hospital, all she needs to know now is how bad it is. The red thread is the only hope she has left: until it disappears, Jones is still alive. A tearful laugh escapes her lips at the thought that she’s literally hanging by a thread.

Being able to follow the thread means not having to face nurses and doctors asking her thorny questions, but relatives, well, those Emma has to face.

There are only two people sitting in front of the OR, one a tall, broad-shouldered man with curly light brown hair, rubbing his hand over a grief-stricken face, the other a blonde woman who keeps an arm around the man’s shoulders, clearly trying to comfort him and to get a bit of comfort in return.

The man notices Emma first, a flicker of confusion in his eyes as he stands, but Emma keeps following the thread with her eyes. She can’t help the tears from falling until her vision blurs, the thread disappearing behind the OR’s doors.

«Lass? Who are you?»

The voice holds a British accent, that she can hear, but Emma doesn’t understand the words the man just spoke. Jones, her Jones is behind those doors, and she can’t do a thing to help him. She’s helpless.

But not hopeless.

The man shakes her, perhaps a bit too roughly, which has the other blonde take action, dragging away the man from her. She whispers something to him, something that makes him blanch, something Emma doesn’t hear; all she can hear are the sobs wrenching from her her throat.

Suddenly, she finds herself sitting down on one of those plastic chairs, the man still looking at her with incredulity. When she meets his eyes, Emma almost loses herself in them: they are so blue, so bottomless, and she would just want to drown into them weren’t they the wrong eyes.

«Jones.» The name falls from her lips repeatedly, like a prayer; when she looks down, her fingers are still holding the thread, twisting it, raveling and unraveling red knots.

After a while, a paper cup appears under her eyes, abruptly taking her out of her reverie. Another set of blue eyes, gentle ones, is staring down at her. «Here, drink this.»

Emma takes a sip, and it takes her everything not to spit out the tea she’s gulped down like she would coffee. It’s a good strategy, though she’d gladly want to strangle the stranger apologetically smiling at her.

When she deems Emma ready to have a proper talk, the woman introduces herself. «My name is Elsa,» she tells her slowly, wanting her to understand who she is. «What’s your name?»

If Emma wasn’t so shocked, she would probably be mad at how she’s being treated, as if she’s a child. It takes her a few minutes to actually breathe out her name. «Emma.»

Elsa nods. «Emma. It’s a lovely name. Do you know Killian?»

Killian? Who’s- Jones.

«I-I… did. I hope I still do.»

Her words confuse the couple - they clearly are a couple, soulmates, even; it’s amazing how clear the bonds are even when you can’t see the thread connecting them - but this time it’s the man who speaks.

«Who are you exactly? How do you know my brother?»

Emma stares at him, mouth agape, and flushes. She’s slowly getting back to herself, realizing her words sound suspicious. But what can she reveal without betraying Jones - Killian’s - privacy? «We… met through tumblr years ago.» We fell in love. We chose one another. We are connected.

It’s then that the man’s eyes widen. «You are Swan.»

Impossibly, Emma’s heart starts beating faster at that name. She wonders how it will sound when falling from Killian’s lips. Because she will hear it. She has to.

She nods slowly. «I lost contact with him around Christmas about seven years ago, and had no means to find him.» None but the thread.

The man closes his eyes. «The Christmas Mum died.»

It’s barely a whisper, but she can hear him. Elsa looks away, clearly knowing what he’s talking about.

It’s as clear as the sun that he doesn’t want to talk about it, not now, not ever, but it’s probably the only thing that will keep him sane until he knows how his brother’s faring. Pain has strange side effects on people, always inexplicable. «I was already in the Navy, Killian was a few months shy of eighteen and would end up in the system. Given the delicate matter, my superior assigned me to desk duty. That way, I could act as a suitable guardian for Killian until he turned eighteen. He enlisted the day after his birthday.» There was affection in the man’s voice, his gaze lost in front of him as he reminisced about the past.

That’s why he never wrote back, Emma realizes sadly. But had he really thought I couldn’t understand and offer him comfort in a situation like that?

«He told me it was his intention to contact you again.» Emma’s head snaps up at those words, eyes wide. Her heart seems to stop in her chest. Which is ridiculous, she knows. At least she’s in a hospital, though. The man sighs, his head dropping. «Alas, our problems didn’t stop there. Our father found us and tried to get custody of Killian. Fortunately, abandoning the three of us when me and Killian were just lads didn’t make him any favour in front of the judge. The legal battle was draining, especially when we came to know we had a half brother Brennan decided to call Liam, just like me.»

In that moment, Emma is thankful Elsa brought her a tea instead of a coffee. The two clearly went through hell, and she did nothing for them. Would Killian resent her for not following the thread when he disappeared, when he clearly needed her to be by his side?

Finally, she looks the man - Liam - in the eyes, and asks the question she dreads the most. «What happened today?»

Liam runs a hand on his face and through his hair. «Some bloody idiot at the base screwed up with the security measures and there was an explosion. Several metal shards hit Killian, too, but the explosion made the structure they were in collapse and buried alive all the people inside, crushing them. When we finally managed to reach them, for some was too late, but not for him. Killian’s left hand was severely injured, but still alive. My little brother truly is a fighter.» There’s pride in Liam’s voice, and the same sensation make Emma’s heart swell as well. Liam chuckles, a watery, pained smile curling his lips. «He never told me his thread appeared, and the first time I heart about you was when I overheard him talking about you with Mum. After she passed, he talked to me about you, but never about the thread, so I kept it to myself, wanting him to tell me in his own time. When we were in the ambulance, Killian kept repeating he couldn’t lose his hand, that he couldn’t lose his thread, the only link he had to you.»

Emma can’t really see Liam anymore, his words bringing fresh tears to her eyes. Instead of thinking about himself, Killian was praying he wouldn’t lose his hand, believing it would make it impossible to find her.

She’s still crying when the doctor comes out, blood staining his indigo scrubs, and tells them Killian’s experienced a meaningful blood loss they managed to contain and is now out of the woods. It’s Liam who asks about the hand, but it’s Emma who almost collapses when the surgeon tells them it will take rehabilitation and patience, but they saved it. Fortunately for her, Elsa is ready to catch both Emma and Liam, squeezing them in her arms.

Emma Nolan sees her soulmate for the first time as he’s being wheeled in an empty hospital room, the thread much shorter now, unbelievably so, and when it starts to become longer once again, she hurries to keep it as short as possible, never daring taking her eyes off of him.

-/-

Elsa has dragged Liam home for a shower and a change of clothes - and by dragged, she literally did just that - leaving Emma truly alone with Killian for the first time.

That gives her time to take a better look at him, to imprint his features in her mind. Her fingers itch to draw him, but her supplies are all at home and she should also call her parents. Later, probably.

She would draw soft and sharp lines for his face, grinning at how his nose seems a bit too big and sighing as the pencil traces the curve of his full lips. Midnight black would be the base for his hair, with shades of chocolate brown to recreate the exact colour she sees. A pale pink for the skin, though she can just see the apples of his cheeks a bright strawberry pink. She can’t help but wonder which other parts of his body flushes red when he’s embarrassed. His eyes, she’s yet to see, but she knows they’ll be as blue as Liam’s, not identical but quite, unique in their own way.

If only he woke up.

She doesn’t speak, doesn’t talk to him, humming Fireflies softly. Killian wanted to keep his hand because he was afraid of losing the thread, but Emma knows he’d be almost as desperate if he lost his ability to play the guitar.

Careful not to touch anything that might endanger Killian’s health, Emma gently traces lines over the bandages covering his left hand, the thread tangled around each one of her finger. Whenever her eyes land on the bow tightly tied around his ring finger, her heart skips a beat.

Sometimes, she finds herself tugging slightly at the thread in hopes it will wake him up. It never does, but perhaps it helps.

It’s very late in the evening when Liam comes back with cheeseburgers and sodas, not quite glaring at her when he catches sight of her phone screen and sees her parents missed calls. There are twenty-eight of them, twenty-ninth incoming.

Facing her parents is quite easy now that she’s eaten and is not as frightened as she was this morning. When she tells them a friend has been in an accident and she drove to Boston Emma is not lying: after all, she and Killian were friends before being soulmates - or, well, before discovering they have been soulmates all along.

They are worried, but understanding, which shouldn’t surprise Emma but it does.

What surprises her even more as she makes her way to Killian’s room, is the slight, almost imperceptible tug she feels.

Instinctively, she looks down; more precisely, she looks at her left hand. The threads moves again, barely, but she feels the tug nonetheless.

Her head snaps up, green eyes meeting impossibly blue ones through the window.

There’s a crooked smile on Killian’s face, one that makes her knees go weak in both relief and amazement. His eyes are that combination of blues that form a new shade entirely. She’ll have her fun studying it very closely.

Knowing she can’t rush inside - Liam deserves to make sure his little brother is fine, and the doctors do, too - Emma smiles back at him, tugging lightly at the thread in response.

She’s almost asleep on her feet when she feels the tug again. Suffice to say, she reaches Killian’s room in rapid strides, almost running into Liam. He laughs, winking at her as he leaves the room.

Oh god, it’s happening.

«Swan.»

Fuck, his voice is so… British.

If her knees were about to give out from under her with a look, now she really needs to hold on to something.

«Jones,» she breathes, instinctively going to his left side, fingertips of her hands grazing his. They twitch slightly, clear sign that there’s still responsiveness. Emma can’t help the sigh of relief she lets out.

«Fancy seeing you here,» he tries to joke, probably still high on morphine.

She shrugs, unable of not smiling back. «I was around.»

They both erupt in a laugh at the same time, Killian’s right hand going to his torso. Emma’s eyes widen in alarm and the laughter dies on her lips.

«Do you need me to call someone?»

Killian shakes his head, his left index finger locking around hers, stopping her apprehension. «No, love, I just have to remember not to laugh too much. Doctor said I can’t really do much anyway, but I’ll get better.» He turns serious, looking at her in search of a truthful answer. «How are you here?»

«I… felt pain, in my chest. It was agonizing, and I just knew something happened to you.» She looks down to their intertwined fingers, the thread locked between them. «I finally followed it, and it led me to you.»

Killian’s eyes are looking at their hands, too. Somehow, he manages to find the strength to thread all his fingers through Emma’s. «About bloody time.»

Another laugh bubbles from her deep inside her stomach. «We never did things the usual way.»

The way his eyebrow arches, almost comically, on his forehead, steals her breath away. «Since when do you care about doing things the usual way?»

Oh, he’s mocking her, the bastard.

She bends over him, blonde hair falling on the side and pooling like a liquid gold waterfall over his chest, just above his now not so steadily beating heart. It reveals a smudge of aquamarine paint low on her neck. «You are lucky you are my soulmate.» Pronouncing that word makes her feel as light as a feather.

«Am I?» he chuckles, looking up at her with laughing eyes.

Her smile widens, which makes her nose wrinkle in delight. «Ah, well, if I ever had to pick a soulmate, I’d pick you.»

His right hand finds her face, brushing her cheeks before he buries it in her hair, pulling her slightly closer. «Good thing I’d choose you, too.»

Emma is still smiling when she reaches down to kiss him.

Between them, the red thread of fate glows.

Emma Nolan and Killian Jones are both too lost in one another to notice.

-/-

«Hmm, how strange.»

«What is?»

«This.»

A pale hand holds up the glowing red thread.

«How so?»

«It was supposed never to exist.»

«Are you sure?»

The Moira huffs. «Of course I am, sister.»

«Wait a second,» a third voice says, «we’ve seen a thread just like this one.» The two sisters cock their heads. Another huff echoes against the walls. «Have you forgotten about the Choice?»

«Impossible!»

«But that hasn’t happened in millennia!»

Lachesis rolls her eyes. «That’s because it wasn’t supposed to ever happen. We tie souls together, and are careful to always do so. Just like Mortals, alas, we aren’t strangers to mistakes, but whenever we find an anomaly, a soul that should be tied to another but isn’t, we correct that mistake, hoping it’s not too late. The Choice, however, we have no power upon, because we are expected to string the threads and connect the mates. I am the one in charge of every human being’s Destiny, but when I first threaded Hades and Persephone’s threads, they weren’t fated to be together. They chose to be tied.»

Atropos clicks her tongue. «The Choice is the most sacred link, yet Mortals have been treating it like the worst of sins.»

«We have no influence on what Mortals think, dear sister,» Clotho says, patting Atropos’ arm, «and look at them, King and Queen of the Underworld don’t care at all.» A smile curls her lips. «I believe neither Emma Nolan and Killian Jones will.»

«They stopped caring when they first started talking together,» Lachesis breathes in surprise, the still glowing thread showing her the younglings’ lives. «What’s even more shocking is that none of us ever put one on the other’s path.»

Clotho snorts. «That surprise you? Don’t you remember the tantrum Demeter threw when she discovered the link between her daughter and Hades had formed? No one ever expected the King of the Underworld to have a soulmate when he was believed not to have a soul at all, not even us.»

Lachesis sighs, still in awe. «Well, I gather we will just have to wait a few more millennia before witnessing another Choice.»

«In the meantime,» Atropos cuts in, golden Shears glinting in her hand, «we’ll need to make sure to give these two a happy and long life.»

«Don’t worry, sister,» Lachesis assures her, pressing the red thread to her chest, «I’ll make sure you won’t see this thread again for many, many years.»

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aaravos-afterdark · 5 years

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Call Me Sir - Aaravos/Viren

Rating: Mature (18+)

Fandom: The Dragon Prince; Aaravos x Viren (Viravos)

Word Count: 1,800

A/N: Two different versions of the same idea - Viren is a manager and Aaravos is the talent. They're not supposed to be anything more than that. // all writing account: @lokiiwood

Alternatively read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18441164/chapters/43685489

Version 2 - “Distant from the Talent”

Inspired by the 80's AU fanart of Abigail Salier!

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“Are you my new footboy? Never seen one quite like you.”

“I'm your new manager.”

He laughed. Viren sighed, pushing his sunglasses onto his head. The elf sitting on the raven, plush couch before him had arrived early and Viren had already told himself not to stare before he came into the room. Of course he heard of Aaravos the ‘Shining Rockstar.’ Before they even spoke of his dancing and singing, they whispered about his enchanting, star-studded skin that reflected brilliantly off disco balls. They awed over how even his eccentric, various animal prints he wore all at once didn’t look so bad - on him. Viren was already exhausted from the tiger and leopard headband he wore in addition to his zebra pants and pink, giraffe accessories. Why was the talent always like...this?

Whatever. Viren could handle a delinquent, even if he wasn’t...wearing a shirt? He tore his eyes away after realizing the star on his muscular chest was part of him. He heard Aaravos stand and pretended to check over his clipboard, adjusting his suit as the elf approached.

“Aren’t you a cute, little thing.”

Cute?

The word that had to be sarcasm made Viren look again. What the - oh, they didn’t mention how tall he was. All elves were, but Aaravos was...tall. Aaravos quite literally looked down on him as he fixed his loose headband, glittering muscles flexing. Was that on purpose? Ugh.

“Yes, yes, I’m shorter than you. Anyway, it is a pleasure to formally meet you.”

Viren held out his hand and Aaravos gently took it, softly clasping it between his two, beautiful hands.

“Naturally, it is a pleasure to meet you too,” he grinned, his freckles briefly twinkling as those bronzy coins bore into him. Were his scleras always like this? He thought the black would be off-putting from the photos he'd seen, but in-person they were…captivating.

Viren took his hand back awkwardly, the warmth of his touch lingering. They told him the new rising star was a dangerous one, perhaps even a gamble. And it wasn't because of any violent history or questionable talent, it was because Aaravos knew he was gorgeous and hadn't learned any public speaking - or private, as he duly noted. It was a combination that made the best of them fade as quickly as they rose.

But Viren wasn't in a position to have that happen to his new talent. After the disaster at Katolis Records, this was his last chance to not fall into permanent obscurity and unhirability as a manager. He had kids to take care of, dammit.

“Yes. Ahem, I am Viren.”

“Oh yes! I know of you. Tell me, what will you do for me that you failed to at Katolis Records?”

Viren would not entertain this nonsense. He had enough of people looking down and doubting him, and since he couldn't do anything about Aaravos being oppressively tall at the very least he wouldn't put up with his quips.

“Perhaps save your complaints forafter we begin. Furthermore, if you actually saw my portfolio you'd know I have decades of positive experience.”

“Oh, really?” he mused, stepping forward and beginning to circle him as a prowling tiger might of trapped prey. But he refused to be intimidated. Viren kept his eyes on Aaravos until he finally stopped and hummed.

“Satisfied?” Viren scoffed.

“Very.” The dark and deep allure of his response caught him off-guard.

"Something interests you?" he chuckled.

"Ah - I was just thinking about your vocal range. They told me you're a bass but could go as high as a tenor."

“Oh, that's not true.”

“I figured. I'll ma-”

“I can also go as high as some altos.”

“...Aaravos, that's impossible.”

Aaravos’ eyes narrowed as his smile widened.

“And!” Viren interrupted before he could even start, “I'm not interested in hearing it right now either. We're both going to be very busy, very soon.”

“All business, that's interesting.”

Aaravos’ smile was knowing and secretive as he studied Viren's face.

“And how is it interesting?”

“I just assumed...hm, no wife I take it?”

“No.”

“Nor...husband?”

“What exactly are you getting at here? Can we cut to the point?”

Aaravos adjusted his obnoxious headband and shrugged. “It's just our first meeting is alone in a private room. Me, a youthful and gorgeous star, and you...not.”

Aaravos’ fingers tickled both of Viren’s arms, dawdling up in their alluring slow dance before the entertainer landed his arms on his shoulders. Aaravos took a step closer and Viren promptly took one back. He felt heat rising to his ears. Embarrassment or anger? Probably a healthy mix.

“I-I have nothing but professional interest in you. I'd appreciate it if we didn't discuss such strange things. I don't need a harassment lawsuit on my hands.”

“As if I'd report anything you did to me.”

“What?”

“Nothing. Disappointments aside, you may go ahead and ‘manage’ me, sir.”

Viren's rebuttal died on his lips. How was Aaravos doing that? His already deep voice would somehow echo and rattle him inside as if Aaravos was magically speaking into his ear.

What a handful. What he'd give for some humble talent who knew how to mind their own business, or at the very least not ask him about his ex-wife. Just once. Viren turned on his heel with a grumpy sigh and they returned to the ‘real world’ of the studio.

Aaravos followed him, but they were frequently interrupted by people in awe of his appearance. He towered over most as they passed and stole their attention, and Viren would be lying if he said he didn’t understand why. Aaravos was attractive - really attractive - and unnecessarily seductive. Their disaster of a meeting proved that fact, but Viren decided not to take his innuendos to heart.

Although rude, Aaravos was right. He was a young, gorgeous star and Viren was just a manager who wasn’t getting better in either apartment.

“Where are we going, sir?”

There went that tone again. Forget how - why was he doing that?

“To your new trailer, we have to get you settled in before those hippies start flooding our lots again.”

“Oh, an upcoming concert?”

“A war protest.”

“Oh.”

Aaravos sped up to walk side-by-side with him, glancing over every few seconds and practically begging for his attention as they escaped into the studio parking lot.

“Yes, Aaravos?”

"You let me call you ‘sir'...At first, I was being playful with you, but perhaps you really believe my good looks make me your junior?”

“...What are you saying?” Viren paused his walking to shoot an eyebrow up at the man with the most cat-like expression he’d ever seen.

“I’m much older than you. You should be calling me ‘sir.’”

“W-what? Do you mean by elf standards?”

Aaravos laughed and hooked his arm around his, tugging him to continue walking. Nervously, Viren’s eyes skimmed around them.

“I’m old by all standards. But we’ll round down to a 1,000 if anyone asks, alright?”

“Round down? Are you messing with me?”

“Not unless you want me to,” he purred. “So...how about calling me ‘sir’? Hm?”

Viren’s mouth trembled as he checked the clipboard. It was right there in print. Impossible. Aaravos was older than him. He couldn’t believe it. Aaravos was older than him and still looked like that.

“The...the trailer is the one with the star on it,” Viren mumbled, pointing with his chin and trying not to blister in his favorite tailored sweater.

“What a wonderful manager you are,” Aaravos gasped, although Viren wasn’t sure if it was sarcastic or not.

They arrived and Viren snatched his arm away and reached to unlock the vehicle, but Aaravos’ arm stopped him. It softly hit the door and Viren was trapped between the side of the trailer and his chest.

“Aaravos! D-dammit I told you-”

“Told me what?” he whispered, his white hair blocking out light as it fell down his face.

“I told...I told you...t-to…”

He couldn’t remember. Viren couldn’t remember a damn thing.

Aaravos’ free hand leisurely pulled his sunglasses down from his hair to settle on the bridge of his sweating nose.

His long fingers teased around his ear and Aaravos chuckled.

“Call me ‘sir’ if you want me to stop treating you so sweetly. I can be professional.”

Viren’s mouth parted, but he couldn’t even remember the magic word that Aaravos just promised to release him.

So he said nothing.

And he continued to say nothing when Aaravos’ perfect, buxom lips ghosted over his before muzzling him. Aaravos tasted nothing like how he looked or behaved - sweet and floral, even when he eased his lips open with an equally beguiling and calming tongue. The kiss almost felt natural and appropriate, not that he’d had one at all in years now. He forgot what they were like - but the memories of how nice they felt came rushing back.

Aaravos’ other arm wormed its way under his suit and up his chest, pushing his back fully against the trailer with suffocating seduction. The other arm that had trapped him pinched at his thigh before rubbing over his clothed crotch, coaxing out a straining response. Viren was being completely overwhelmed by Aaravos’ touch as three different sensations sent him spiraling into submission. The hand under his shirt finally found nipple, rolling it between his fingers as his other hand began to stroke the new shape outlining his pants.

“Nm…” It was an accident and embarrassing enough for Viren to shove his head back, thumping hard against the trailer as he rasped, inhaling as much air as he could.

Dammit. Dammit. Oh, what had he just done? Viren quickly shoved Aaravos’ hands off of him as he tried to regain his bearings. They were outside. Anyone could’ve seen how easily he’d been ensnared and how his shame was stretching and aching towards Aaravos.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m – you – no!” Viren attempted. Panic shook his words as his eyes darted around them in the parking lot. “I-I can’t mess this up. I have kids to take care of!” he tried to explain to the elf who moved his arms politely behind his back, completely casual. As if he’d just as easily do it again, as if ravaging his cohorts was just a normal part of his business.

Kids. That would scare him off, right? Viren could take solace in that. He was alone by choice, and he didn’t need to lose his job and what was left of his reputation just because Aaravos was...him!

Aaravos’ eyes crinkled with an amused smirk and Viren’s stomach dropped.

“How delightful, Viren. I love children.”

Alternatively read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18441164/chapters/43685489

Version 2 - “Distant from the Talent”

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voidsung-icefire · 5 years

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Is shipping ok?

I’m sorry if this might evolve into something really different about half way through. I am very frustrated by things I have been seeing for a while now and I just want to get it out of the way.

So shipping. Yes. Taking fictional characters and imagining them in relationships of various sorts. There are so many different reasons to ship, from thinking that the pairing has a lot of potential in canon, to simply thinking the two characters look attractive and wanting to enjoy some spicy art of them. There are as many different reasons to ship as there are ships. So...is shipping ever a bad thing?

It can be. It can definitely be in certain situations. The first being using it to taunt someone. If the only reason for your ship is so you can shove it in the face of someone you know doesn’t like it, then this is wrong. An example of this would be some people who ship Tracer with Soldier76 only so they can “fight back” against the LGBT community by annoying them with their art work. These shippers are not good. The second situation is a bully shipper, a person that goes and imposes their ship as if it had supreme value over others. Attacking people with different ships online, going as far as to attack creators of the original work because they believe their ship is somehow more important than what the original creator of the characers feels. An example would be certain Lapidot shippers who bullied a Steven Universe writer over the internet relentlessly because the characters were shown to be only friends in an episode she had a hand in writing. These behaviours are unacceptable.

But are their ships the same?

No. Of course not. The reason behind these specific shippers shipping, and the behaviour they had towards others are wrong, cruel and entitled. But others may like these pairings for different reasons and behave in a well mannered, polite and kind way towards others. It is not wrong for them to like these things. It is not the ships that are bad in this case, it is the behaviour of the people that is wrong.

Overall, shipping is ok. It is not canon. It is a fan creation. One can recognize the canon, appreciate it, and still make art of a different ship on the side for a multitude of reasons. And that’s ok. Maybe a canon pairing wasn’t to your taste, like how Katara ended with Aang in the Last Airbender. Maybe you would have liked her to be with Zuko more. You know that Aang was the one to get the girl in canon. You respect that. You can still make art and AU fanfiction where Zuko gets her in the end.

What about McHanzo? Big Overwatch ship. Entirely non-canon. The two characters have never met. McCree displays a very seductive personality with several lines particularly directed towards women. And although he can be bi, he himself stated one of the reasons Ashe was never his type is because she’s rich. And Hanzo is very much rich. And even has that rich kid snooty attitude. Nowhere near a canon ship. But it’s everywhere. And it is allowed to be. People are not doing anything wrong by making their own worlds where these characters can be together.

Maybe Widowtracer? Widowmaker was brainwashed and no longer feels most emotions, including love. Tracer currently has a very lovely girlfriend in canon. So Widowtracer is very much non-canon. But it is still ok to ship these two. For a number of reasons. Some just find them hot. Some want a Widowmaker redemption and see Tracer as a way for her to move on from her past. Some want the three ladies together as an OT3. You can write up various scenarios where Emily leaves Tracer for various reasons, and that is completely fine because that’s what fanfiction is all about. It’s your take on the scenario presented for you.

Maybe Pharmercy? Ah. An interesting one. Also entirely non-canon, but for a reason some more..distasteful people...seem to ignore. We have a bit of a Lapidot situation here, because, you see, Mercy is intended to be with Genji in canon. The two write letters to each other in the Christmas comic (the same comic that revealed Tracer to be gay, first showed Torb’s wife Ingrid, had Jack holding a picture of his ex Vincent, showed Ana’s ex Sam, showed possibly Reyes’ daughter he had with his ex, showed Widowmaker at her late husband’s grave...) and were intended to get voicelines during Valentine’s Day where they would exchange chocolates. A very romantic gesture. Well...some Pharmercy shippers threw a fit, bullied the creators and now those voicelines have never been pushed to the live game. But they still exist. So these specific shippers had bad manners and are thus wrong, but Pharmercy as a ship is still completely fine. If you recognize the canon, respect it, but still want to make art of these two ladies together for a number of reasons, that is completely acceptable.

And what about intercanon pairings, pairings that go as far as to break the boundries of fictional universes to bring characters together. Like Jack Frost with Elsa, or Merida with Hiccup. Characters that will never meet because they are from different worlds made by entirely differnet companies. And those are also ok. Completely fine. Go express yourself. Make art.

Now here’s why I was upset enough to write this. I have long been witnessing immense levels of hypocrisy in the shipping community. Where some ships are put on holy pedestals and considered to have some sort of moral superiority. And all other ships are somehow inherently wrong and the people who ship them, terrible people.

So here’s the question: is it ok to ship a canon gay character in a straight relationship?

And to that I answer...is it ok to ship a canon straight character in a gay relationship?

If you answer no to one but yes to the other....why is that? Why is it okay for one way but not the other, when both are exactly the same. Yes, canon, breaking canon...most shipping is breaking canon. All fanwork is breaking canon in some way because only what the creators create and declare is canon is, well...canon. So why is some canon breaking considered ok when others are not?

I’ve heard the justification that you can’t ship a gay character in a straight ship because that is just a too important trait in a character to break. But why would the other way be ok then? Why is it ok to break the sexuality canon with straight characters but not gay ones? What about genderswaps? Would all rule63 fanart be inherently wrong because you’re breaking an important canon aspect?

What about all the reboots with different looking people in the lead? So let’s say...should Miles not exist because Spider-man was originally white? All the films that cast a woman to play a character that had always been established as male? These reboots have a right to exist. It’s artistic expression. It’s remix. It’s perfectly acceptable. Of course, there will be some backlash, there always is when you reinvent an established character that already has a sizeable fanbase. But ultimately, it is a matter of opinion on if someone likes the new version of the character or not. The new version its self is not right or wrong. It just...is. It just exists and does its own thing in its own way.

There are people who act like certain characters are inherently a certain way because a certain group somehow has....ownership...of the character. That Spider-man can only ever be white because he was white and belongs to white people. That’s not how that works. A character does not...belong to whatever arbitrary group because they have certain characteristics in common.

A character...is personality. It is actions. It is feelings. A character...is someone anyone could potentially relate to. That anyone can potentially like and dislike. It always just...baffles me when people act like they can only like and relate to a character if that character is an exact mirror of themselves. When I was a kid, I liked to watch Danny Phantom. And I thought he was cool. I liked how he had super powers. I liked how he fought the ghosts. I never once thought I couldn’t like him because he was a boy and I’m not. In Overwatch, I main Reaper. He’s an older latinx American man that I headcanon as bisexual. I am literally none of those things. He’s still my favorite. Soldier76 is gay. I’d say since most of the population is straight, it’s safe to assume most Soldier mains are straight. Should they stop playing this character because he’s gay and is somehow now off limits to straight people? No, of course not. Everyone can like or dislike any character.

Everyone can ship any character with any other character.

And some people don’t like that. Some people think...that certain groups...should have different sets of rules.

That’s not how it works. That’s not how equality works.

We are all human beings. If it works one way, it has to work the other way in return. A white character can be reimagined as black, a black character should be able to be reimagined as white. A male character can be rebooted as a female character, a female character can be rebooted as a male character. A straight character can be in a gay ship, a gay character should be able to be in a straight ship.

Some people think that certain groups should have different sets of rules. And that is unacceptable. You are not inherently better or more special or more important than others based on arbitrary traits you have had since birth.

If you think that certain people should have fewer rights based on the color of their skin, you are a racist. If you believe that certain people should have fewer rights based on their gender, you are a sexist. If you believe that certain people should have fewer rights based on their sexual orientation, then you are some form of bigot.

We are all human beings. We are all equal. We have the same rights, we play by the same rules. And if you advocate for something other than that, then you are not advocating for equality, so stop using that as your excuse.

Like the only group that should have special preferential treatment is people with disabilities because they simply cannot function properly if everything was left the same as it is for the majority of people. People in wheelchairs cannot use stairs. They need better access. That’s a given. But even they have the same laws, the same rights.

If you really still think that you deserve special treatment, that you should have additional freedoms, that certain people inherently deserve less than you and should have more restrictions placed on them, based on arbitrary traits they were born with and had no control over, then you are a terrible person. If you are going through a whole load of mental gymnastics and reaching out to find justifications for why you somehow deserve more than other people based on these traits, then you need to get out, talk to some real people and reevaluate certain things. If you can justify giving less freedom to others based on these arbitrary traits, you are opperating on the same mindset as genocidal tyrants.

And freakin read Animal Farm. If you haven’t, I’ll give you the TL:DR

Human farmer is an oppressor to the animals. The animals kick him out and establish equality. The pigs, after some convoluted stuff, decide that they deserve preferential treatment. The pigs thus become the oppressors over the other animals. The cycle continues, implying the pigs will be one day driven out and some other group will find some bs excuse for why they deserve more rights than the rest. Featuring the iconic line:

“All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others.”

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sadwizardjessi · 5 years

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A warriors oc fanfic I promised @cozmo-the-mighty-chinchilla I'd write. Note: I've never read a single sentence from warriors. I only know what Cozmo has told me and what I've interoperate from random amvs she's shown me and the fanart she draws

It was a normal day for Spot Leaf. The sky was bright blue with a hint of leaf, the wheat was shining and soft to walk through as it always was. The stream near his nest or whatever wild cats stay in was crisper than ever. All was perfect on this fine afternoon.

At least until a spark of brown caught his golden cat eye because i believe it was disproven that cats only see in shades of gray.

Performing the cat equivalent of running, Spot Leaf made his way quickly to the offending brown, only to discover it was another cat! But oh no, not just any cat. It was his ultimate rival. SPOTTED LEAF. Because apparently when i chose the dumbest name I could think of for a warriors oc it ended up already being an established character.

“Halt!” Shouted Spot Leaf, in a loud meow because i'm assuming cats still converse through meows and body language in this series.

“Spotted Leaf, I forbid you to step any closer! For this is my clan’s territory.”

Spotted leaf tensed up, head tilting in confusion. “Who are you? And what clan? There are no clan’s out here.”

Spot Leaf hissed in anger because thats a cat thing right? “What clan- Are you kid- THIS IS MY CLAN. THE WHEAT CLAN.”

“The wheat cla- what even-”

Before the intruding Spotted Leaf could continue to insult the legendary clan, a loud meow pierced the air between them. A grey cat with green blue rainbow eyes stepped forward. Spot Leaf admired the wing design she had colored on her side because thats a thing he’s seen on many fanarts of her.

“Spotted Leaf, stop antagonizing Spot Leaf. You're a Leaf rank now, you should act like it.”

Spot Leaf sat down with his back straight. He grinned over at Spotted Leaf smugly. However he was quickly distracted by a stalk of wheat and began trying to bite at it without moving too much.

Spotted Leaf rolled his eyes but nodded, “Yes of course, Dove wing. I wasn’t thinking. Star clan have mercy on this great sin I’ve committed. If only Raven paw were here. He could give me the advice I need on how to be a good cat person thing.”

A larger calico(?) cat came bumbling out just then, sad but looking interested in the conversation. “Raven paw? I believe i'm the cat that was the boyfriend of raven paw. Why is he being discussed?”

Spot Leaf snapped back to attention at the new character. “Barley old buddy old pal! I’m not quite sure why you only have one name unlike the rest of the cats but heya how are you doing!”

Barley laughs a full cat laugh and replies, “Oh you see if you read book 42 out of 125 you’d know that I live on a farm so therefore, I am exempt from being forced to join a cat cult.”

Nodding aggressively, Spot Leaf responds, “ah, yes of course. What a fool I was to have forgotten. Would you like some wheat?”

Spotted Leaf peeks forward, looking as eager as a cat can. “I would-”

“I WASN’T OFFERING ANY TO YOU!”

He snapped backwards, ears back. “Oh okay.”

Dove Wing cleared her throat, shooting a pointed glare at Spot Leaf because she’s a mom or some shit?? And moms can do mom glares. Spot Leaf nods reluctantly and hands over some of his very precious wheat.

Before the continue the conversation much further however, a rolling sound is coming from the left. The odd group looks towards the sound only to discover Bramble Stripe rolling through the wheat to get to them.

Dove wing’s cat eyes light up in excitement, as I’m pretty sure they’re friends. Before she can greet her friend however, Bramble Stripe bleps and rolls away, a long ‘meeeooooowwww’ being heard as she disappears amongst the wheat.

With a cat sigh, Dove wing turns to Spot Leaf and smiles in the only way a cat can smile. Mischievously.

“So sorry to bother you today, Spot Leaf. We should be taking our leave and returning to our clans and farm house or whatever.”

Barley and Spotted Leaf nod behind her, meowing in agreement.

Knowing of course that this will be the last time he’ll ever see them, Spot Leaf wishes them safe travels and offers some wheat. The three decline, solidifying Spot Leaf’s decision to not tell them about the Tigers.

Days pass without incident. Spot Leaf thinks he might finally be free of his catty neighbors.

But as his life goes, that thought was shattered as two other cats are quickly found messing around in his wheat. Oh It’s Mothwing and Bumble bee? Bumble Leaf? Bumble Star? It’s one of those. He gallops over, as he is on his way to ascending from his mortal cat form. But that’s another story.

“Bumble Bitch and Mothwing! Greetings! Can I help you on this fine summer day?”

They both look up, not hearing the spaztic cat make his way over. Bumble whatever looks over at him in a creepy cat way. “I was looking for somewhere to lure dove wing- i uh i mean. To invite Dove wing to have a romantic mouse chase with me.” Mothwing rolls her eyes and sprouts moth wings, as her name says, and flies out of the conversation, as i realised i only know her name.

Spot Leaf laughs a hearty cat laugh and stares down the bumble bitch of a cat, eyes glowing with star power.

“Foolish cat mortal! You dare step into my realm of wheat!? May the tigers have mercy on your soul!”

“What?” he asks like the dumb bitch he is.

“YOU HEARD ME. SCRAM PEASANT.”

And true to the insult, Bumble cat thing takes off into the day, screeching like a cat does when wounded. Spot Leaf sighs in relief. He’s protected the pure one once more. Dove Wing. A pure and good cat.

He was about to return to his very busy day when he noticed something. He felt…. Tingly. Was he- He gasped, as cats can do that in this series, I’m sure.

He was evolving! He was- He WAS.

HE WAS SPOT STAR NOW. TIGER HEART WOULD BE SO PROUD OF HIM.

Now that he had star powers he could do anything! He could Make everyone a part of wheat clan! He could make everyone Pool status or whatever was the lower equivalent of that. He could Do conceivably anything.

He look directly at the sun until the world with that weird bright white/yellow color it does when you stare at the sun for too long. He knew what he needed to do.

Licking himself clean first, Spot Star Stood up straight and Meowed as loudly as he could, so every cat across the land could hear.

“Tis I, Spot Star. I soon will be joining Star clan in the heavens as i think that's cat heaven. As I leave, I have only one request. That all the Warrior cats become friends and stop fighting over dumb shit like wheather lavender is beter than wheat. Of course it isn’t don’t be stupid. That is all. Yeet.”

Suddenly, just as his voice disappeared, a pile of Wheat appeared at the little cat bean toes of every Warrior cat that listened. He closed his eyes, feeling himself fade from this realm. Apparently that was relevant to this story.

He wasn’t sure if his wish would be heard, but he knew, somewhere out there, there was at least one cat who found him mildly entertaining, so that was good enough for him. Raven paw was waiting for him at the cat tower. He wondered if they’d have any wheat flavored cat nip waiting for him.

THE END

#this was weirdly fun to write #Oh god what did I even write #I swear I'm an established writer #warriors cats #spotted leaf #dove wing #bramble stripe #raven paw #barley #moth wing #bumblebitch #tiger heart #I think that's it???#lmao #Cozmo-the-mighty-chinchilla #My writing #unfortunately #spot leaf #spotleaf

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{How To Dress Similarly To Your Favorite Cartoon Characters (Using Five Examples!)}

Hello there!

My name is Arabella but you can call me Arry, if it’s easier. I don’t know about you but I basically grew up on cartoons. I watched Cartoon Network all day and I used to get so much inspiration from cartoon characters that probably followed me into my older years. Personality and fashion-wise. Have you ever wanted to dress similar to one of your favorite cartoon characters yet not wanting to look like a cosplay or costume? Well, you’ve come to the right gal because that is exactly what I am going to be helping you with but before I get onto the five examples, we must go over some basic knowledge. Fashion can say a lot about a character, especially in cartoons where the clothes rarely change. It has to be iconic yet true to the personality being demonstrated in some sense. Five things go into analyzing and copying a cartoon characters style: 1) Color Palette 2) Aesthetic 3) Overall Impression 4) Fashion Items 5) How It Shapes Their Personality? These are five things we are going to keep in mind during our five examples. Let’s invade this topic.

(Daria Morgendorffer)

Ah yes, Daria Morgendorffer. My sarcastic twin. I started with Daria because this character is one of the more easier ones to analyze and recreate. In fact, it has been quite common for fangirls of the television show to recreate Daria and Jane’s styles but I wanted to do Daria’s over Jane’s because I relate to Daria more. Starting with the first thing to think about when recreating a style of any cartoon character, color palette. A color palette is quite important especially when it comes to cartoon characters because these colors can be forever associated with this character. It’s like, if you see someone who usually wears all black with hints of red. That is a color palette, it’s something that you can associate with them subconsciously. Daria’s color palette includes green, yellow, black and brown if you include her hair. Now, you can become simple and see it just like that. Green, yellow, black and brown. But if you want to complicate it a bit and be more precise. Then her color palette would be dark greens (olives, forests, and dartmouth green). Dark yellow similar to mustard or occasionally an orange yellow. Chestnut brown or a reddish brown. You can limit your options to specific colors that will be more precise. The second thing to consider is her aesthetic, now Daria has a very laid-back aesthetic. Her whole running gag in the show is about how Daria doesn’t fall down to society’s standards when it comes to beauty as she doesn’t smile (unless there’s a special moment) and she doesn’t take as much time in her outfits as her younger and more popular sister, Quinn. Daria is very minimalistic as she isn’t one to horde a lot of clothing. She doesn’t wear makeup. Her aesthetic is being natural and effortless. The third thing to consider is the overall impression of their clothes to the world around them. Now this may seem odd but this is worth consideration because it depends on how you want to be taken. As people judge upon appearances and your clothes can say a lot about you. Daria’s fashion choices are usually attacked by her parents who think she could do a bit more effort and Quinn seeing her as outdated yet Daria doesn’t get a lot of criticism. Nor does she really face any backlash on how she dresses. It makes people not really want to be around her but she isn’t hated nor scorned. It’s a pretty simple style that is just there. The fourth thing to consider is fashion items, unless you are planning on copying Daria’s style piece by piece. It is great to really observe it and take pieces of it that may fit into her character yet is good for everyday use and not a cosplay. Remember, it’s all about inspiration. With Daria, I recommend oversized (possibly fit and flare) jackets or oversized, buttoned up cardigans. For tops, sweaters, short-sleeved mock necks, and graphic tee shirt dresses. For bottoms, mini skater skirts, skinny jeans, and culottes. For shoes, never forget the Doc Martens or chunky boots similar. And last but not least, the fifth thing to consider is how does her clothes shape her personality? The best way to answer this question is to look into Daria’s personality deeper, she doesn’t really care about small things and sees the world through different eyes. With this, she has priorities and standards, herself. Fashion is a lower priority compared to her wanting to make the right choice and choosing the right career. It’s a way to present herself but doesn’t make her stand out too much as she prefers to be known for her brains than her fashion. The clothes do not wear Daria, Daria wears the clothes. It’s just her.

(Rogue)

I decided to go for something a bit more tricky next character and what’s more trickier than a comic book character who has been around since the 80’s? That’s right, you called it. Rogue from the X-Men. My Superhero twin. Brown hair, green eyes and all. It is no lie that recreating Rogue’s style would be great in those cold winters where I always dress wrong and is freezing my arse off. And since it is February, I thought why not include her. Although I will add some cooler alternatives if you live somewhere where it isn’t snowing. Comic Book Characters are fun to recreate their style because you can kind of cosplay yet it’s not cosplaying. I also love seeing fanart of people who draw comic book characters in casual clothes. It’s amazing to see that. I recommend looking at those fanart drawings if you are having a hard time. Rogue’s color palette includes green, yellow, brown, black and white. Now the colors kind of depend on what Rogue you are going for as 90’s Animated Rogue had a completely different vibe from X-Men Evolution Rogue. But I recommend going for similar greens (possibly ones similar used for Daria) for both vibe, yet feel free to go darker for X-Men Evolution Rogue. You can also try to incorporate yellow into X-Men Evolution Rogue’s vibe if you wish to but if not, get rid of it completely. Rogue’s aesthetic is hard to detect since she is a comic book character who has been in two very different cartoons but it is okay if you cannot detect an aesthetic with a character. I feel like X-Men Evolution Rogue fits into the more edgy, even potentially Goth aesthetic while 90’s Rogue is more sporty and slightly punk. It’s hard to detect because unlike X-Men Evolution Rogue, Rogue is rarely seen out of costume in the 90’s show. Similar to Daria, Rogue’s outfits don’t really leave an overall impression in the world she is living in as being a mutant is much more likely to give you backlash in her world. I think the only thing I can really get from Rogue is that her style is more likely to get you a sexy, devil-eyed hunk who speaks with French accent and is named Gambit. And who doesn’t want a Gambit? Now onto the fun part, choosing out similar fashion items. For 90’s Rogue, I recommend for jackets, they end at the waist and is faux leather (this is where you can add the brown). For tops, fitted sweaters, tee shirt dresses and mock necks. For bottoms, sporty shorts and fitted jeans and for shoes, sneakers and knee high boots. Don’t forget a fabulous headband. For X-Men Evolution Rogue, I recommend a longer dark jacket (maybe a denim jacket as well). For tops, fitted shirts, mock-necks, sheer tops with a cropped cami underneath, band tee shirts. With bottoms, ripped jeans with perhaps fishnets underneath, leather skirts, leather shorts. And for shoes, Mary-Janes or Doc Martens. Other than that, they go hand to hand with gloves, circle sunglasses, knee high socks. It is all about how you feel as the character. I mean, Rogue’s style basically shapes her personality as being reserved and not wanting to be touched. She wears a lot of layers and keeps covered yet keeps it fitted and sexy. She also has an edge that is shown a lot through her comic book appearances. Rogue’s style shows that you can be completely covered up and still be a babe. That you don’t have to show a lot of skin to be sexy but I mean she can’t show a lot of skin to be sexy because one touch and someone may die. But, if you don’t feel comfortable showing a lot of skin then Rogue is the rad gal for you.

(Velma Dinkley)

Okay, now let’s say that you aren’t a loner or the sort of edgy type. I see you. Velma Dinkley has been one of my favorite characters since I was a young girl. She showed that you could be intelligent and be an equal to the leader. She had brains and was witty as hell. Now I may have grown up to be a bit more like Daphne in terms of fashion-mindset and clumsiness. My Velma comes out every once and then. Yet her colors are a bit harder to incorporate (wink, wink) into everyday basis because her color palette is red, orange and black if you include her glasses. I don’t see a lot of people wearing orange and red but it’s not that bad of a color combination. It mostly depends on what fashion item you are having red or orange in your outfit. If you are being precise, Velma’s color palette is a medium orange (slightly burnt at times) and crimson red. Like a cherry red, not too dark but not too light either. And with the glasses adding some black into her color palette, you can find ways to split the two with some basic black items in there as well, if it would make you more comfortable. Velma’s aesthetic is a nerd, she’s the bookworm, the brain of the group. She’s a nerd. Which ties into a lot of her aesthetic and how you can help it fit more together. Her aesthetic actually comes in handy because she’s very analytical and organized, meaning her clothes are probably going to be more neat and practical. Velma’s overall impression of her clothing by the world around her has changed throughout the years. It is rarely touched on until like the 2000’s where in the first two live action films, Velma is noted as being the less pretty out of the two of her and Daphne. Daphne continuously gives her advice on clothes or even once goes, “It’s never too late to learn how to use makeup”. And when Fred gets defensive when Velma notes how he has always somewhat favored Daphne over her, he goes, “Dorky chicks like you turn me on too!”. Noting how Velma is seen as poorly dressed. This mostly gives Velma’s character some depth as in the 2004 film “Monsters Unleashed”, when Velma develops a crush on museum owner Patrick Wisely, she becomes shy and scared of intimacy. Daphne’s solution to this is to give Velma a makeover that results in her feeling more uncomfortable and less sexy as it is more like Daphne than Velma. This scene is recreated in the 2008 film Mystery Begins where the Gang goes undercover in high school with different looks and Velma is yet again the uncomfortable sexy girl. Yet this never breaks Velma’s spirit and she always goes back to her natural look. For fashion items, Velma is a bit more simple as you can basically wear almost anything as long as it fits into her aesthetic and color-palette. For jackets, I recommend wearing fitted long jackets or maybe blazers if you feel more comfortable with a more professional, sleek look. Cardigans that are buttoned-up will also be an amazing choice for Velma. For tops, knitted sweaters, short-sleeved mock necks, mock knock sweatshirts, collared shirts. For bottoms, mini skirts, high-waisted flared jeans and potential overalls. For accessories, berets would be nice, knee high socks, and gloves. And for shoes, mary-janes or sneakers like Converse and Vans. How does Velma’s fashion shape her personality? Well, as talked about earlier, Velma has never felt the need to change or be someone she’s not. She is very comfortable in her own skin and her clothes. It shows that Velma can be comfortable and practical while holding an important part in the group. Her style shows never to judge someone by their clothing as there is always something more underneath.

(Sibella Count)

Yes, another Scooby Doo character, forgive me. Sibella Count is a female character in the Scooby Doo film “Ghoul School”. Now let’s say that the character you want to recreate fashion off of is a lesser known, underdeveloped character who has only appeared in one film. Like Sibella. Well, then you have a lot of options! It is always good to take a character and remember the five things to consider. Sibella’s color palette is very diverse with a wide range of purples, reds, and some blues. You can throw some pinks in there if they have purple hues. Like a berry pink. Her aesthetic is the fact that she is Dracula’s daughter and a vampire so you can really play up the spook factor here yet keeping it sweet. You can also go very vintage with Sibella ranging from the 60’s to the 80’s as her style can be formatted into multiple different eras. Even the 50’s could be an option. Don’t forget that Sibella is also athletic so 50’s workout inspiration (as seen on The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel) would be great for Sibella if you do not like the sporty trends of the 80’s. As she is a volleyball player and dancer. The overall impression of Sibella’s clothing is mostly outsiders feeling that she is weird. Shaggy and Scooby are terrified of her at first because she’s obviously a vampire and they fear anything that’s not human. And the Calloway Cadets see her as weird and off-putting. Yet she usually wins people over with her kind-heart and outgoing personality. Fashion items are the trickiest for characters like this because she is only seen in two outfits and one is for exercise so I am going to give you a mixture of both. For jackets, I recommend knee length jackets that can hug in at the waist for shape if needed. For tops, long-sleeved mock necks, short sleeved mock-necks, crop tops, v-shaped tops with bell-sleeves. For dresses, I recommend a-lines with bell-sleeves or even ankle length, body hugging dresses similar to those who would be worn by Morticia Addams or Vampira and for more casual wear, pinafores would be also be a great option. And perhaps a short-sleeved, v-shaped dress. For bottoms, cotton high-waisted shorts, sporty shorts, mini skirts. For accessories, anything red basically, red headbands, red belts, red scarves around the neck, a red bat backpack or satchel would be nice. Anything with bats would be great for Sibella. Knee high socks. For shoes, red mary-janes, red knee high boots, red sneakers. For that pop of glam. How does Sibella’s fashion shape her personality? Well, it’s very vampy which she is as she is the daughter of Dracula. It is also mature which fits Sibella as she is usually shown as being more mature out of the group and she is very confident. She’s another case of “Don’t judge a book by its cover”. Sibella is unfortunately underdeveloped in personality due to only one appearance but this allows you to just have fun with it.

(Poison Ivy)

And last but not least, Poison Ivy. Probably the hardest character to recreate clothing from as she is rarely seen actual clothing which is why color palettes are so important. This is also why I chose Poison Ivy over Harley Quinn due to her complexity of choosing fashion items that will recreate her style (although Birds of Prey have shown that they cannot dress Harley Quinn despite this). Let’s not waste any time and get onto this. Poison Ivy’s color palette is red, green, and black. Her color palette isn’t really the hardest thing about her, it’s more so her overall aesthetic and impression. Poison Ivy can fit into two major aesthetics, the glam of the 50’s/60’s. And the hippie era of the 70’s. 50’s/60’s can give you the much-needed shape and sexiness yet still keeping it classy while the 70’s can have you reveal more skin and be more flower-child like. I will be choosing fashion items for both aesthetics. The overall impression to Poison Ivy by the world is that she is well-dressed, sexy woman who has confidence and a lot of power. She is a very devious Batman villain who will do anything to rescue plants and sees herself as mother nature. This is a great way to incorporate flowers into your outfits. With Poison Ivy, it’s all about the shape. Onto fashion items. For the 50’s/60’s aesthetic, I recommend fitted jackets with straight jackets that end meet right at the hips to hug them. I also recommend that they have a V-Shaped opening. Cardigans are also great for this and do fit the time era. For tops, I recommend mock-neck tops that are fitted, bodysuits, fitted long-sleeved tops, these could all be one solid color or even have some patterns into them (stripes would be good). For bottoms, mini-skirts, knee length skirts, high-waisted shorts, and fitted trousers. For accessories, glasses would be cute if you wear them, sunglasses, berets, gloves, knee high socks and a bit of flowers in jacket pockets. For shoes, high-heels, knee high boots, and mary-janes will be fitting but you can always walk around the house barefooted. An odd suggestion for me is that I think you can really play around with lingerie when dressing like Poison Ivy, even if you’re single. Wear it for you. It will perhaps make you feel more confident and sexy. For 70’s, Jackets will probably be a bit more oversized and not as form-fitting. For tops, crop-tops, fitted sweaters, mock-necks, tied tops, cropped camis. For bottoms, high-waisted shorts, fitted skirts, flared skirts, bell-bottoms. For accessories, scarves in hair, flowers in hair, scarves around neck, knee high socks, floppy-hats. For shoes, platform heels or barefooted. And hell, if you want to be entirely 70’s, just go nude and paint flowers on your body. That’s very Ivy like. How does her clothes shape her personality? Ivy is very confident and independent and chic, with a dangerous layer. Her clothes show off that confidence and fierceness. It’s all about the shape, no matter how you want to dress it. And the hints of red will be great as red nail polish or red lipstick. She’s a very sexy character and her clothes show off that, even if she didn’t have her alluring abilities. She’s a great, powerful female character. And I am sure you will feel comfortable dressing up as her.

Okay, that was five examples used on how to dress similarly or inspired by your favorite cartoon characters. I really hope that you enjoyed the post and if you did, feel free to follow our blog. I post a blog post on every Wednesday and Saturday. Also feel free to like and reblog! And remember fashion is all about having fun and trying new things, it shouldn’t be stressful. I’ll see you on Saturday. Peace out!

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