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quitealotofsodapop · 3 months

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Hi! It's me again :3, I don't know (and remember) if anyone has asked this before but I would like to know:

How did OG!MK feel when he found out that SW is his father in another dimension (I feel like Mei would say something like "See? I told you he was your dad" or something)

If it happens before S4, I feel like Mk would be a little jealous of his other self seeing that he doesn't have the problem of not knowing who his biological parents.

(The idea occurred to me when I remembered a tiktok that said MK used any type of editing app to get an idea of what his parents would look like 🥲)

omg if you have that tiktok I'd love a link XD

Think i did do a post like that ages ago, but only with an earlier draft of TMKATI and canon. Now I have like three more verses to torment MK with >:)

When the Canon verse and the other verses collide, the quickest thing the MKs would notice is their appearances.

OG!MK: "Whoa!! These me's are monkey demons!" TMKATI!MK: "And you guys are... human???" SlowBoiled!MK: "Yeah, why wouldn't him- I mean me be?" CenturyEgg!MK: "I don't know about you guys - but my parents are monkey demons. Then again my gūtā [dad's gender neutral older sibling] is human, I think???" JTTWEgg!MK: "My parents are monkey demons! The coolest monkey demons ever I may brag." TMKATI!MK: "Oh no way! My parents are monkey demons too! i have a bunch of adopted siblings though. Does your dad work with Bóbo[dad's older brother] Pigsy too?" CenturyEgg!MK: "No cus Uncle Pigsy and Tang lives in the city. We all live on Flower Fruit Mountain - but we visit as often as possible! Uncle Sandy ferries us across all the time." :3 OG!MK: "Wow!! You two live on the mountain!? What's it like?" JTTWEgg!MK, shrugging: "It's cool." CenturyEgg!MK: "Sometimes feel pressured by my role as Heir to the Stone Throne - but I wouldn't trade it for the world. I really don't like having to visit the Celestial Realm though. The nobles are kinda mean about my dad cus he caused a bunch of havoc a long time ago." The Other MKs: "wut" OG!MK: "Uh... Please explain who your parents are?" CenturyEgg!MK, confused by their confusion: "Sun Wukong the Monkey King, and Liu'er Mihou the Sage of Wind??? I thought you guys were too???" JTTWEgg!MK: "Yeah, mine are too. I thought you guys knew??" SlowBoiled!MK: "No- well kind- it's complicated! Ok!?" TMKATI!MK: "Not me. My parents are normal monkey demons, dude." OG!MK: "Oh my gods the Monkey King *is* our dad in another universe! Mei is never gonna let me forget this!" CenturyEgg!MK: "Well techinically he's my mom too so..." The Other MKs: "lol wat?" JTTWEgg!MK: "lol same."

The different MKs collaborate to tell stories about themselves (and get a solid PSA on Stone Eggs) while their respective Meis are snapping photos with eachother.

The different monkeys watch on nervously. The different monkey kings are sitting politely as their Macaques hiss at eachother from across the room.

OG!SWK: "So uh... did you tell him yet?" Other Monkeys: "Tell him what?" SlowBoiled!SWK: "About him being made by Nuwa, or the fact that we were forced to abandon him?" The CenturyEgg and TMKATI monkeys: "What." TMKATI!SWK, laughing nervously: "What? Oh gods no. I thought you guys meant telling him who we are!" The Other Monkeys: "Wut" CenturyEgg!SWK: "Your MK doesn't know that you guys are... Us?" TMKATI!LEM: "Nah, we've sorta been off-the-grid ever since genius here [thumb-points at his SWK] got me pregnant with our MK." The Stone Egg au SWKs: "Hah!" "Uno reverse card, plums!" Stone Egg LEMs: *all three have varying looks of horror, indignance, and bashfulness* SlowBoiled!LEM: "I said I was sorry!" OG!LEM: "Wait... what do you mean by sorry?" SlowBoiled!LEM, looking uncomfortable: "Cus of our uh... fight under the Mountain, and me not returning to feed him, I sorta caused Wukong's body to create a Stone Egg... and then I sorta died before I found out so..." JTTWEgg!LEM: "Ooof. Glad I learned early then." CenturyEgg!SWK, to his SlowBoiled counterpart: "Oh bummer, you got left with Stone Egg all the way back then? I started up the process willingly after I had to seal away DBK. When was the little guy born?" SlowBoiled!SWK: "Little lady actually. Yuebei was born about six months ago. Our MK was crafted by Nuwa - then again I did raise him the first year until I became too weak to care for him..." *looks sad* TMKATI and CenturyEgg monkeys: "Oh no..." :( "Stone eggs are super dangerous to the people around them. I don't blame you." JTTWEgg!SWK: "Odd. I got an Egg from the mountain too - but mine was born shortly after I completed the Journey. And mine was our MK. Did losing Mihou make the process longer??" OG Monkeys: "What?" "How many of you have MK as your kid!?" (*Cue them having to make a Venn Diagram of Whos' MK is What to Whom*) OG!SWK: "Ok so! Mine and the guy with the super-adorbs baby got our MKs dumped on us." SlowBoiled Monkeys: *proudly showing photos of their Yuebei* OG!LEM: "The me in sweatpants had him cus of a comet /slash/ stone egg soul mishap." TMKATI!LEM: "Oh, my Wukong was still responsible there. He sealed the Harbringer's soul inside me after using a sealing spell. TMKATI!SWK: "I panicked, ok!" OG!SWK, pointing at the remaining universes: "Annnd you two literally birthed him yourselves." CenturyEgg and JttwEgg SWKs: "Yup." "Stone shell and all." OG!SWK: "...is there anything else I'm missing?" The other universes: (*scratching their chins in thought*) SlowBoiled!LEM, slyly: "So are you guys back together yet, or what?" OG Monkeys: "What!?" "As if!"

Laughter just erupts around the room as the canon shadowpeach pairing realises that they're the odd ones out as *not* being together.

Complete and utter chaos reigns when the parent and MK groups reunite, and they recognise some sort of connection...

#wukongverse #my aus #lmk aus #jttw aus #shadowpeach #the monkey king and the infant au #the monkey king and the infant #slow boiled stone egg au #jttw stone egged au #century stone egg au #sun wukong #six eared macaque #liu er mihou #qi xiaotian #lmk mk

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witchofthesouls · 1 year

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I rarely see any TFP Soundwave love here, let’s fix that shall we?

TFP Soundwave developing an obsession for the Autobots new human, a girl with hacking abilities so good she has best Soundwave at his own game of my than one occasion, is unable to read her mind despite him being telepathic, and has saved and cared from Laserbeak due to outside forces without the Autobots knowing.

*Soundwave, tilting his head to the side with a question mark popping up on his visor: “Query: (Y/N); prime mommy material?”

Cause let’s me honest, you’d get the hots too if a chick smaller and daintier than you kicked your ass on more than one occasion and cared for your kid despite being enemies.

(In total agreement. I love me some TFP!SW and this is most likely a slight crossover with Elsewhere University or a Magic!AU since you earned a boon to shield yourself from mental abilities.)

You’re difficult to locate and it’s galling.

Unlike the other Autobot pets, taken and secluded away by their guards and shielded base, you actually have a life outside of them, and it seems that you have no set ‘bot for some meager protection.

Instead of an easy target to snatch away -so eye-catching with that ridiculously bright-green hoodie with flopping audials- Soundwave digs and digs and digs for your whereabouts…

And you’re not there. The most he could find was your birth records, a few newspaper scans of the sparkling-equivalent of basic education, and then you drop from the face of the planet after high school. You reappear after five years and hop across the world with no rhyme or rhythm and at an impossible speed with the current technology on Earth.

Annoyance turns into begrudging respect for your efficient work. You have a talent for finding even the most inconsequential recordings of their presence and you cleanly wipe away the evidence.

If anything you do break the monotony of his work, especially with the little notes of “Better luck next time, Slenderman” or sad cat memes replacing the conspiracy posts of Cybertronian presence on Earth…

And then, Laserbeak completely disappears for a week without a hint of her status. No activity. No locator. Not even a life signal.

Soundwave searched everywhere. Remaining at the consoles, letting the massive amount of data flow into his systems, and refining his queries. When that amounted to nothing, he locked his hydraulics and set himself into the Nemesis itself, supplying his frame from the ship’s flow, overriding his own filtration because needed its power. He has to know. There must be absolute proof. He cannot stare into the ceiling of an empty room and do nothing but scramble after hope-

When Laserbeak suddenly reappeared, Soundwave disconnected from the warship and checked himself into Knock Out’s care, dismissing the accumulated complaints because he still had done all the necessary work and more during his locked state.

He weighed the necessary systems flush for the accumulated slag and joint stress as an acceptable tradeoff.

“Aren’t you a lucky girl? Count your stars that I do actually have standards, pretty bird.” In the memory loop, he feels the ghost of your touch, gentle and searching as you repair the damaged circuitry and clamp the sparking wires. A gloved hand resting upon the still wing and he can feel the phantom of your own biochemistry. Unique in its chaotic not-patterns and near-repetitive beats that clash and reform and clash again.

And you were right. Laserbeak was truly lucky that the shot didn’t stray to the left and the compromised seams. Otherwise, she would be gone as well. Laserbeak pings her active status over the bond as if she’s not currently docked on him.

“Sorry, birdy, you gotta stay like this.” Beneath the tease, there are apologetic notes as you keep Laserbeak immobilized by unknown means. In an off-placed mirror, he sees the outline of dark goggles and a facemask underneath that absurd hoodie, the screens of monitors, a toolbox, and, of all the things, Energon crystals.

“And tell your master that there’s no point coming here. I’ll be long gone and elsewhere.”

Something in your tone spoke of a private inside joke.

And true to your word, the suburban dwelling used to treat her is completely empty. It stands empty and unoccupied and without a trace of your once presence. Not even the security cameras, both public and private, could find one hint of a person living there. Only the vehicle with darkly-tinted windows drove and entered the garage, the doors closed without anyone stepping out.

And you purposely leave that hint.

That car -the very one used to transport Laserbeak -was found abandoned and hollowed out by fire, erasing physical evidence of yourself and her.

:: ‘Tor. I like that one. :: Laserbeak hums with a pulse of warmth. Not quite affection, but close enough.

His lips twitch to a near smile beneath the visor as it traces the digital records of the license plate. It leads to a second-hand purchase by a dead human.

He’s starting to like you, too.

#ask #transformers #transformers prime #tfp #soundwave #reader insert #magic #cybertronian biology #laserbeak #maccadam #my writing #arson falls under Decepticon appreciation and love language #Or more like Soundwave's #You wear a GIR hoodie all the time #that thing has powerful protection #injury

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kassandras-one-braincell · 2 years

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Kassandra x Fem!Reader - Revenge

Summary: You give Kassandra’s strap the gawk-gawk 9000, she blows your back out in retaliation. Balance is restored in the universe. [explicit]

Modern AU. Word count: 3189

AO3 link here. Minors DNI.

Everyone has their own kryptonite. Something that makes you weak beyond comparison, but you’re drawn to it regardless, because it has that allure you can’t quite place.

Kassandra’s kryptonite is lipstick. On your lips, specifically.

There’s something about the way the pigment glides across your lips that sets her on edge. She can’t look away when you apply it. When you reapply it after she kisses it off you. The tantalising little mark it leaves on the bronze skin of her neck when you gently kiss it, whispering for her to take you home. The stubborn stain of it on her shirt when she pulls you in for a hug – deliberately before your freshest coat dries – as a subtle reminder to people that she’s happily taken. Even the way it tastes (that weirdly pleasant chemical flavour they insist on adding to every formula, even though you’re not supposed to ingest it, but you can’t help licking your lips afterwards, you know?) drives her mad.

But there’s nothing that renders her quite so weak as the sight of your lipstick smeared against the lilac silicone of her strap as the heat of your mouth envelops the tip.

It’s always fun to watch her knuckles grip the arm of your vanity chair in fleeting patience as you languidly suck her cock, putting on a little show for her, knowing she’s seconds away from giving in to the carnal desire it fills her with and pounding you into the nearest surface. You never have to take it too deep, just deep enough for the paint on your lips to coalesce with your spit, leaving a few streaks down the side of the plastic.

Up until today, you never realised that this little performance didn’t have to be completely aesthetical.

Today, there isn’t just mesmerisation in Kassandra’s eyes as she drinks in the sight of your lips straining around the girth of her cock; there’s also concentration. You have one hand firmly pressing down on the base of her harness, rocking it upwards against her clit with every careful bob of your head. It’s thick enough to make your jaw ache, but fuck is it worth it to hear the pleasured pants falling from her lips.

Your stomach flutters at the slight twitching of her hips, feeling her restrain herself, fighting the urge to thrust her hips forward and fuck your face in search of her orgasm. The thought of her surrendering to that instinct makes you ache.

Relaxing yourself as much as you can, you close your eyes and try to take her an inch or so deeper than comfortable, unable to stop yourself from choking a little on the toy.

“Easy, love, don’t hurt yourself,” Kassandra quickly breathes out, stumbling on a gentle moan as you grind the base against her on your way up, removing your lips carefully.

There’s conflict in her umber eyes as you open yours, now ever so slightly watery. “You know, you can move your hips,” you mumble against the silicone. There were several pink rings adorning the its length now, perfectly smudged.

Kassandra hisses softly, her breath hitching at the words. “I want you to be comfortable—”

“I will be,” you assure her, smiling against the tip of the cock, beaming internally as the apprehension begins to melt from her expression when you give her the best doe-eyes you can muster. “Please?”

“How do I say no to that?” she mutters breathlessly.

Victorious, you draw the tip into your mouth once more, pulse quickening as her hand cups the back of your head a little firmer.

This time, your head remains still, the ball now wholly in your lover’s court. Kassandra tests the waters with a slow, shallow thrust, and you maintain the harness’ pressure against her clit with one hand as you bury the other between your thighs. There’s nothing surprising about the river of slick you find there.

The heat against your fingertips makes you whimper around the toy, and the sound seems to flip a switch in your lover’s mind. Inhibitions to the wind, Kassandra sets an undemanding tempo, sighing lowly with pleasure as she gently thrusts into your mouth. Every sound leaving her lips found its way between your legs, blossoming into a licentious tandem with you humming in return.

A slight slip of your hand seems to press the strap against her at a more agreeable angle, for she unabashedly moans at the new sensation, hips bucking with far less control. “Fuck, that’s good,” she breathes.

Keeping your hand there, you enthusiastically stare at how her chiselled abdomen rises and falls with increasingly laboured breaths. More of those gorgeously unadulterated sounds pepper themselves into her steady stream of pants. The thinnest sheen of sweat glistens against her tanned skin. As her hips seem to stutter more and more, the hand sandwiched between your thighs desperately rubs your slick heat.

“Shit,” she groans, sensual, guttural, tightening her hold on your head, thrusting a little deeper, a Greek curse slipping from her lips in response. The depth makes you drool around the silicone, and the sight is enough to send her over the edge. Kassandra whines as a hazy orgasm washes over her. Her head lolls back, showing off the kissable column of her neck, leading down to her gently heaving chest underneath the confines of her sports bra. It’s a sight you’ll never forget.

As her body recovers and you withdraw from her strap, she laughs breathlessly. “I’ve…never done that,” she admits, the faintest of bashful pinks illuminating her cheeks.

“Would you do it again?” you ask, wiping your chin and rising to your feet. Kassandra grins, coaxing you onto her lap, seemingly through with her momentary display of shyness. You take a seat atop her thighs, shuffling forward until your chests are flush against one another.

“Only if you would,” she hums, her hand closing around the wrist you just had stuffed between your heated thighs. She lifts your wet fingers to her lips, tongue darting out to clean them of your slick, sighing at your taste. “Fuck, did you look good with my dick in your mouth,” she groans pruriently. The words make you throb.

With a leg situated either side of her hips, you grind forwards, sighing as the ridges of her strap brush against your heat. Her hands greedily grab at your upper thighs, and you lean forward, hoping to ensnare her lips in a kiss.

Kassandra, however, tilts her head to the side, brushing her lips against the corner of your mouth instead. You whine in indignation – you just let her fuck your face, you deserve a little kiss – but she doesn’t yield, instead trailing kisses along the length of your jaw. “You’ve had your fun,” she murmurs, low and sultry, against your skin. “Now, it’s my turn.”

She rises from the chair, her strong grip on your thighs keeping you supported as she carries you over to the bed, lips latched onto your neck to further deny you your kiss. You’re dripping with anticipation by the time she lowers you onto the mattress, carefully resting your head on the pillows. With one final peck of her lips, she reaches to the other side of the bed, grabbing another cushion.

“Hips up,” she hums, extra smug when you obey without hesitation. She slides the pillow underneath you, keeping your hips elevated. Cheeks burning with desire, you try to guess how she’s planning on taking you.

Seemingly satisfied by how you’re spread for her, terribly turned on but oh so well behaved, she reaches for the draw of the bedside table, taking out a bottle of lubricant: the special stimulating kind she insists on splurging for, just for your pleasure.

But that’s not all she withdraws. There’s a small toy in her hand, a well-loved bullet vibrator, something your lover considers to be a fantastic teammate in the bedroom.

Oh, I’m fucked.

Wickedly smirking, Kassandra squeezes a generous amount of lube into her hand and begins to coat the strap, agonisingly slowly. Both of you watch with parted lips as the smudged paint of your lipstick bleeds into the sticky liquid. As the excess runs onto the harness, you can’t help but nibble your lip in anticipation, pondering just how rough she intends to be with you.

Something of a laugh escapes her as she feasts her eyes on your core, undoubtedly glistening and swollen with arousal. Condescending, almost. “This wet, all from sucking strap, hmm?” she purrs, keeping your legs spread either side of her hips.

You don’t have time to shudder at her cocky attitude before she nudges the head of her cock against your clit. The chill of the lubricant makes you gasp – a stark contrast to the warmth of her hand caressing the apex of your thigh.

Slowly, with care, she guides the bulbous tip into your heat. You can feel yourself stretch around each rib of the strap; it’s so thick, if the soreness pricking at the corners of your mouth is testament to anything. Overwhelmingly thick, in the best possible way. The pillow underneath your hips welcomes the strap at a sinful angle, leaving you lightly panting before she’s fully bottomed out.

Kassandra’s eyes shamelessly roam your splayed frame, lingering on your breasts, the faint bite mark framing your nipple, the mess of your spit-slicked lips and back to where you’re spread so nicely for her.

There’s no haste to move when she’s fully hilted inside you. She towers over you on her knees, smiling at the first breathless ‘fuck’ that escapes you as you adjust to her indulgent size, the scar above her lip quirking when you involuntarily clench around her.

“Where’d all that confidence go?” she muses, shifting her hips deliberately, forcing the strap against the spot she knows far too well, knows exactly what it does to you. You choke on a moan as she gives a deep experimental thrust. Her tongue drags across her canine as she grins, “You can take me fucking your mouth, but not your pussy? Oh, honey.”

Whimpering, you reach down to where her hand rests on your hip, needing a bit of sympathy from the demon splitting you open. Wordlessly, Kassandra gives your palm a squeeze. Her fingers trace the gemstone centred on the silver band decorating your ring finger, eyes tender with adoration as it glitters in the lamplight. She searches your gaze for apprehension, for an indication of discomfort, a sign that her words are too harsh, anything.

You smile up at her through drooly lips. Nothing more needs to be said.

Neither of you have the patience to prolong the moment. She unsheathes her cock from your warmth, licking her lips at the lavender silicone streaked with your lipstick and essence. Then, with tenacity, she drives her hips forward.

Precisely, her cock bullies itself against your sweet spot, undulating inside you with a roughness you’ll feel tomorrow. Mewling, you claw at the pillow beneath your head, immediately thrown in the deep end of pleasure. She’s always merciless after you get on your knees for her, but this is different. There’s no climb to the precipice. She wants to ruin you after the stunt you pulled.

Groaning at the pressure of the strap against her still-sensitive nerves, Kassandra fucks into you with deep, steady slams of her hips. The ribbed shaft drags against you intensely, refusing to give you a break from stimulation, slick dripping from your stretched hole. As your back arches viscerally, the tip nudges against parts of your heat you forgot existed, promptly sapping any thought from your head. All you can process is her size. She’s so big, fucking you so mean, and you’re so full.

Strangled, pitchy, pathetic little sounds fly from your lips as she hooks her hands underneath your thighs for leverage. With your legs bowed, forced apart by her corded forearms, she’s able to bury her cock deep in your guts with primal intimacy. Flyaway hairs from her braid cling to her scarred bronze skin, sweaty with exertion, but it’s a workout she takes great pleasure in, especially when your eyes are half rolled back in bliss.

“That’s it, nice and deep,” she coos. She drags out the syllables, accentuating them with two particularly cruel thrusts, making you see white.

Her name escapes you in a whine. Kassandra simply chuckles, continuing to snap her hips into you, well aware that the thoroughness of her fucking will have you keening and wailing embarrassingly quickly.

The bedsheets strain beneath your fingertips as you clutch them for sanity, the pit in your stomach growing dangerously close to swallowing you whole. Losing yourself in the euphoric pounding of her dick, you gnaw on your bottom lip.

You don’t even remember the bullet resting against the side of the pillow beneath your hips. Hell, you don’t even register the loss of one of her hands as she picks it up, clicking it once, then five times in quick succession until the toy vibrates with maximum intensity, the sound of buzzing cutting through your moans and her pants.

Oh, you’re fucked.

Immediately, your eyes widen, finding a devious look on your lover’s face as she smooths her messy hair with the back of her hand, pinching the vibrator between her fingers.

She laughs darkly at your expression. “What, did you think I was going to go easy on you? After what you did to me?” Her eyes are clouded over with a nefarious fog. The golden glow of her tawny irises may as well be nectar straight from the fruit of Eden, harbouring nothing but decadent lust.

You can’t beg for her to turn it down a notch before she’s holding the toy flush against your clit. A blinding pleasure seizes you, crawling into your skin, your bones, possessing you completely. Crying out, you dig your nails into the bedding, hips stuttering under the unrelenting force of the bullet on your clit. Kassandra presses it firmer against you, rocking small circles onto your nerves as her cock grinds deeper, carnal circles inside of you.

Dumb with ecstasy, you moan something utterly incomprehensible. Some slurred, pleasure-drunk variation of her name, presumably, but as your legs tremble with your orgasm being ripped from you, you can’t muster a shred of control over yourself. You feel yourself shake, drip, toes curling and back arching, coming loudly as the cord snaps.

“Fuck, there you go, beautiful,” she groans, stilling her hips to hover over you, keeping the vibe snug against your clit. “Make a mess for me, γαμώτο,” she curses.

You’re not given a shred of compassion, zero time to recover, because she isn’t showing any indication of removing the bullet from your too-sensitive nerves. Her lips swallow your overstimulated cry heatedly, kissing you sloppily. You wail, tears swimming along your waterline as your hips try to squirm away from the onslaught, but your legs lock around her waist and your nails carve furious lines into her back.

Kassandra keeps you full of her cock, keeps that evil toy circling your stiff, throbbing clit. “Kass—” you manage to sob, drawing blood from the taut muscle of her back.

“Take it, angel,” she moans, stealing another bruising kiss.

A slew of curses is muffled against her hot mouth, not that they’d be coherent in any case. The stimulation hurts, but it hurts so fucking good, and if she stopped before you came again it would kill you. The primitive need to come for her, to be her good docile girl, to ensure her strap leaves you twice as wet as it entered you, overwhelms your fucked-out brain.

There’s no warning as that pressure boils over a second time. Mascara streams down your cheeks as the tears spill, your body shuddering violently against Kassandra’s hold. She kisses you gently as you sob, clicking off the vibe and tossing it to the side, murmuring praise and sweet nothings in Greek against your quivering lips.

In your rawness, you struggle to reciprocate, lips parting but unable to meld against hers. But she’s patient, as always, in these moments. A word rolls off your tongue – probably a curse, unintelligible and desperate – while waves of bliss ebb and flow through your core.

“Breathe for me, baby,” she whispers, the sexual deviant from moments ago replaced by your loving, wonderful fiancée. Her clean hand moves to caress your cheek, thumb tracing a line up, then down, beckoning for your breaths to follow her rhythm. Breathing is hard when you’re so full, but you try, for her, clutching the angry scars cutting into her bicep for needed support.

Heartbeats quickened by two different kinds of exhaustion gradually calm down, and after a few minutes, they find synchrony.

You find yourself smiling against her lips, boneless underneath her. A hand moves to brush over the raised scar tissue cutting into her nose. Delicately, you press your lips to hers, half-lidded eyes catching a glimpse of the lazy, content smile on her face.

When Kassandra pulls back, you drink in her beauty. Her strong yet soft face you’re convinced was hand-carved by a deity. Unruly curls trying to break free from the braid tickling your shoulder. Sweet, perfect lips that you’ll never tire of kissing.

Amidst your admiration of your lover, need begins to stir within you once more, intensified only by the tenderness in your core, the gentle pulsating of your walls against the toy still nestled inside of you. If you’re still yearning for her after two mind-shattering peaks, she’s undoubtedly aching.

“Can we keep going, without the vibe this time?” you whisper sweetly, twirling the end of her braid between your fingertips.

Kassandra kisses your temple, still careful not to adjust her hips. “Of course, sweetheart,” she smiles. “Should I be gentler—”

“No,” you interject with more clarity than anticipated. Her brow raises in surprise at your firmness. “You won’t come again if you’re gentle with me,” you breathe out, tracing a pattern into the muscle of her shoulder.

Her eyes darken at your words. She takes a steady breath, exhaling with a low whistle.

“Are you trying to kill me?” she murmurs, her tone husky enough to make you twitch. God, she’s deliciously easy to rile up, you think as your heart flutters.

Before you can reply, she eases herself out of your heat. You whine at the sudden emptiness, missing the stretch her strap brings within seconds, pulsing around nothing.

Kassandra pushes up onto her knees, giving you a wonderful view of her glistening abs, the messy silicone between her legs, and most tantalising of all: the dark patch of fabric on her boxers, soaked through by her arousal and your spend.

“Get on your front,” she orders, raking a hand through her hair, smirking hedonistically. “Ass up, keep the pillow where it is.”

Stammering, you roll over, positioning yourself as she demanded while hiding your excitement in the pillow by your face.

A broad hand massages the flesh of your behind as the tip of her strap teases your slick folds.

“You’re not walking tomorrow.”

#kassandra x reader #kassandra of sparta #kassandra #smut

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mlovesmoons · 6 months

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Authors 20 questions.

tagged by @shivvroys

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

5 !

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

109,032 - that's actually crazy to me. I thought it would be so much less.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I solely write for succession now! But I have a marvel & starwars fic up, I used to have about 4 different ongoing black widow fics but they were terrible & I orphaned them 😭

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

house is white, lawn is dead

across the universe

sisyphus, the family

breakfast at midnight, with god

up to my eyes, the salt sits

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! I feel bad ignoring people who put in the effort to read the fic, like I should be thanking them for even reading it??

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

definitely sisyphus the family. all of my oneshots are quite angsty but that one felt the angstiest when I wrote it, but they all have the sort of same theme.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not as far as I know...

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I have once...in my shivlina fic, imo it's terrible, idk if I'll write smut again.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Only one 😭 it's a starwars × marvel, (and technically marriage story??) I wrote with my friend after endgame and rise of skywalker came out!

11. Have you ever had a fiction stolen?

nope

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope 2.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes!! my marvel × starwars one was cowritten as I know jackshit about SW.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I dont have any active ones I don't plan on finishing, house is white lawn is dead, is my only ongoing fic & I plan on getting part one finished by February!

I am also very tempted to write a past lives shivlina au but idk.

16. What are your writing strengths?

god fucking knows? maybe catholic imagery? I really love writing childhood narratives, esp karolina. I tend to stuff my catholic immigrant trauma into her so

I also really like describing fruits? and nostalgia?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

knowing when to shorten a sentence and not use 50,000 commas and hyphens. also description of movement. AND not using the word "hums" to describe every single piece of dialogue.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

teen titans when I was like 12.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

As much as I adore my oneshots my shivlina fic is probably my favourite, not all of it necessarily, but some chapters I really enjoyed writing.

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I don't know who to tag, but I love seeing these <3 thanks so much for the tag ! sorry if I waffled. (still getting used to tumblr)

#shivlina #houseiswhitelawnisdead #karolina novotney #siobhan roy #authors #fic

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mantleoflight · 4 months

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SW Verse Thoughts: Light outside of Sol & Sol in the "Known Universe"

//So, been thinking about Echo's SW verse and how proximity to the Traveler does, in fact, affect ghosts and probably Guardians. The idea that the farther they are from the Traveler, the weaker their Light is is really interesting to me bc it would actually give a lot of leeway in their interactions with different aspects of other Sci-fi universes without being Overpowered.

//Because let's face it, Guardians are made to go toe to toe with big bads and outstanding numbers. They are made to go into impossible fights and come out on top. Because that was the situation the Traveler was in when it was first "killed" by the Black Fleet.

//But given the handicap of limited Light outside of Sol, not only do Drifter's stories of the Bad Things out there ring true, but it also gives other narratives a chance to shine as well. So the idea is that Sol is actually deep in the Unknown Regions and that the Traveler, after dealing with the Witness and them, actually came to this galaxy with a Last Stand intention. It's scared and it knows the ones hunting it will destroy more and more, and it's just come into this new galaxy after the last one was collapsed by the Witness. So it does the only thing it can think of: it makes a lobster trap.

//The Traveler is a Terraformer, it can't do anything but give life. So it does, but in a way that turns a whole third of an unsuspecting galaxy into a giant lobster trap. At first, it was unintentional. Then it became calculated, and soon it had drawn its enemies to a center point within the 1/3 galactic lobster trap and temporarily perished, giving life to the Guardians as both its gift, curse, and apology for what it brought to Sol.

//For the sake of this AU, this is what I think happened and why only 1/2 of the galaxy is mapped: Because of the buffer made between the darkness-poisoned Lobster Trap and the flourishing galaxy.

//But with this in mind, consider: After the Vanguard deals with the Witness and once things settle down, imagine the Last City developing a Representative Consensus instead of a Faction Consensus, and are introduced to the New Republic when a guardian gets tossed across the universe and finally makes their way home with new friends and new ways to make things easier on everybody.

#star wars #destiny #destiny 2 #crossover #crossover thoughts #ooc #ooc || outoflight

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thebeckster · 4 days

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @emeraldhazeart, thank you so much!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

85 total, across 2 separate accounts and including some ~Secret Works~ (aka Anonymous fics) that aren't listed on my main work count.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

1,147,857. I have been writing for a very long time and my posts on AO3 go back to my earliest fics from ~2008.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

The bulk of my fics are either Star Wars, Harvest Moon/Story of Seasons, and Rune Factory. But I've been known to dabble in other fandoms when the muse strikes.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Gonna focus on my main account because otherwise I know at least half of the list would be [Redacted] (because ~secret works~)

Wells of Silence (Star Wars)

Aggressive Negotiations (Star Wars)

[Redacted] (Star Wars)

Among Scuttled Ships and Scrap (Star Wars/The Bad Batch)

How Far Ahead The Road Has Gone (The Hobbit)

It comes as absolutely no surprise to me that all of my top 5 fics from from Enormous fandoms

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! I love responding to comments. If anything just to thank the people who take the time to read and comment on my stuff. But I also love engaging in conversations with readers! I try to respond to every comment, but sometimes I just don't have the time/energy/spoons when it comes in, and then it falls through the swiss cheese holes in my brain and goes unanswered (but never forgotten).

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Maybe it's recency bias, but Fated comes to the top of my mind. Soulmates who spend almost all their lives separated and come together only to be fated to kill each other? The angst was just So Delicious.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oh man, a lot of my fluffy oneshots have happy endings. It's tough trying to pick one with the Happiest ending.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not to my face.

Realistically and statistically I'm fully aware that my writing is not somebody's cup of tea. Just by the numbers I know someone isn't going to like something about my stories. But anyone who is unhappy is at least gracious enough to not be mean to my face or in places where I could find the hate.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Only once. And I think I overcompensated a lot with angst. Smut isn't why I read or write fanfiction, and while I thought it fit well and was necessary for the one story I wrote it was an interesting exercise. I might include smut in future stories, I don't know, it's not entirely off the table, but I'd probably just stick closer to the M/PG13 cutaways and implications.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not really. Beyond characters from different installments of a franchise/universe interacting when they don't in canon (which I don't count as a crossover).

The closest I've gotten is doing a Rune Factory Star Wars AU recently for a fun little one shot. But again, it included RF characters in the SW universe, and no SW characters so I'm still not counting that as a true Crossover.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don't think so, no.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, I've done other collaborations but never a full co-writing. I think one could be lots of fun though!

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

I don't really have one. I'm a pretty fluid shipper, I'll ship anyone with anyone if it compels me. I have a few comfortable oldies I'll fall back on, but I don't think I could rightly say they're an All Time Favorite.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

There's some Really Old WIPs that I kinda abandoned from 10+ years ago that I don't think I'll ever get back to. Part of me never wants to give up hope, but I've moved on from the fandom and the muses and they'll probably stay unfinished for all time.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I do quite well with taking what could be a 'meh' idea and putting an interesting enough spin on it to make it a story worth telling and reading.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Sticking to a consistent writing schedule and wrangling my muses long enough to finish long projects. My focus is Very Easily broken and I am super susceptible to distractions and chasing the nest shiny ideas. 😭 rip all my wips i was just gonna take a 'short break' from and it's been like a year or longer since the last update.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Unless I have some confidence in the language, or it's a common enough phrase within the fandom that everyone knows what it means, I won't do it. I might translate choice words or phrases when necessary and appropriate. But I'm not subjecting my readers to google translate dialogue. Anyone who is fluent will know it's a bad translation, and for anyone who isn't I'd have to translate back to english anyways.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

If we're going back to before I started really writing fanfiction, but was still doing creative writing in a fandom, it would have been Warriors Cats.

But my first real fanfic was for Jak and Daxter. (And can still be found on my ao3, but oof is it old)

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

This is a cop out answer, but I genuinely can't pick a favorite. I can find something I love and I'm proud of in every fic I've written. But I'll give into the recency bias and say Tongues & Teeth is still living in my brain rent free even after I wrote it down and posted it.

Tags! No pressure tags, and if I don't tag you and you want to play around, feel free to say I tagged you! @durotoswrites, @thychesters, @lookforanewangle, @aashiyancha, @kindlystrawberry

#tag games #20 questions for fic writers

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seth-shitposts · 10 months

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Small dump about The Aphelion Waltz

I very much look forward to this fic. And I want to talk about it.

be warned, if you want to read it completely spoiler free, don't read below the cut. However, if you want bits of info about the AU, feel free to continue.

-For this AU, the clone wars still happened, but Palpatine was exposed before he could finish the war as planned, so the republic still stands and the Empire never took off.

I am aware that this is opening way for a lot of plot holes that we will not be covering in the fic. I don't have the energy to plot out&write this fic AND cover all those plot holes of canon, so just bare with us. {Seth has much more knowledge on the SW universe as whole, but my own is much more limited]

-Mon Mothma is an ambassador for her home planet, frequently works on coruscant. -Kallus never left coruscant, as with the fact that the empire never swept through the lower levels for recruition, he never was given the chance. In the fic, we will explore what he has done instead. Because of this, there will be a lot of aspects of his characterization that are very different from canon, because the entire course of his and so many other character's lives were altered by the empire. And I just think it'll be neat to explore. Some core parts of him will remain the same, some will not. We look forward to showing you in the fic. -The Lasat Mercenary will be a main antagonist. I want there to be much angst and he will create much conflict. Enjoy. [This may be subject to change, but we've named him Davalin with the aid of the Fantasy Name Generator's Lasat Name Generator. I took some syllables from there and forged a new name. We are open for suggestions, but as of right now, this is what we're calling him.] -The Ghost Crew still somehow find ways to cross their lives together and become close (Seth and I have laid out how this happens). So Zeb still has the close bonds of the spectres, as well as his own family. -Zeb is the youngest of his three older siblings. Zeb's family convinces him to go on an extended vacation with them. The rest of the ghost crew will be on coruscant during some overlapping time, having also taken a break from the work they do across the galaxy. -Kallus is still doing double agent work. -This fic will have some pretty serious content warnings, and it will be rated 18+ due to inclusion of some spicy scenes. -Zeb and Kallus exchange so much banter that that alone makes the content mature, and they aren't even doing that intentionally. They might later though. Eh, they probably will later.

That might be all that I dump for now.

At a later date I will dive into the meaning and significance behind the name of the fic. I actually look forward to that a lot. I just want to dump more notes in the doc first. Write out notes for a few more scenes and maybe get the first few chapters written.

#star wars rebels #swr #alexsandr kallus #kalluzeb #garazeb orrelios #swr au #star wars rebels au #the aphelion waltz #the stack of notes we've made for this fic so far is over 6k

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kedsandtubesocks · 1 year

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I don’t wanna get too emotional about this but I honestly didn’t think anyone beside my ride or die jade and @ofmermaidstories would read Mando bakugou and I only convinced poor mermie because I bombarded her inbox with my sw lore and ramblings and I’m still so sorry about it LMAO

But knowing there’s so many of you who want to know more about him?? That there’s actual FANART NOW?? (@procrastination-artist I owe you my life) and a whole little universe that’s building out more and more with Jedi Shouto and Deku???

I wish I could just put into words how humbling and so grateful I am for anyone who’s come across this weird little AU universe

I know it’s such a niche and kind of a stretch of an crossover type deal and I am no big known writer especially compared to so many incredible writers on here producing actual Epics™️ so to have any interaction has me over the moon but the response this has gotten??

There really is no way to sum up how grateful and appreciative I am for anyone who has read any part or any snippet because seriously… I can’t thank you enough

if I could I’d send each and every one of you baby yoda and mando bkg helmet cookies

#I’m blaming my p*riod but I am so emotional about this #I have made so many dear friends over this little au #and when I say i truly appreciate each and everyone one of you I mean it so truly #in a galaxy far far away: a sw bnha universe

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best-wishes · 11 months

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Tagged by @phinofthestorm

First post on tumblr, I hope I'm doing it right. Thanks Phin for the tag!

Current time: 19:00

Current mood: murderous (toward insects)

Current activity: attempting get my family rid of lice (thanks school)

Currently thinking about: not scratching my head.

Current favorite song: Current as the song I've been listening on repeat for the last months, The Windmills of your Mind (every possible cover, including the French ones Les Moulins de mon Cœur), because it's the theme song for my longest current WIP. Favorite song ever, Feeling Good by Nina Simone, because it's the song that captures best this feeling when depression finally goes away and your brain is free to feel joy again.

Currently reading: Just finished the Captive Prince thanks to Phin's execellent advice! I loved it, mind the trigger warnings but read it if they are OK with you.

Currently watching: Witcher S3, Bad Batch S2 (late, because my partner had to catch up). Next on the list is Silo (I've read the books), then Good Omens S2 and Ahsoka when they're out.

Current favorite character: In which universe? Hob is probably my favorite from Sandman, Leia from SW (what, you could have guessed?), Ciri from Witcher. Across every universe, probably the Fool from Robin Hobb's Royal Assassin.

Current WIPs: Great question, thank you!

#1 in my thoughts, Vortex Street, a fluid mechanics Sandman fic. It's probably the nerdiest thing I've ever written. The premise is : what if the fact that Vortices appear periodically in the Dreaming meant the Dreaming was a fluid? And what if Hob was a physicist set on solving the Vortex problem? It's nearly entirely written now, I hope I can release the first chapter soon.

#2 The King, the Fae and the Peasant: my Fake Date fic from the Dreamling Week 2023. Dream decides to fake date Hob in 1389 to drive Titania jealous after a lovers' spat. Hob enjoys the show.

#3 Descent to Hell a triggery fic where Hob chooses to die before Dream gets out of the Fishbowl. The fic explores why, and how Dream can fix this.

#4 The Prequel to A Happy Little Mistake, my first Dreamling fic. It explores how Hob and Johanna worked together to set Dream free from Burgess' basement.

#5 Only at the stage of idea for the moment, Russian Doll AU. Instead of healing from his wounds, each time Hob dies, he goes back in time to the previous 8th of June XX89. How can he use it to save Dream?

#6 Probably after Vortex Street is done I'll adopt one of the Captive Prince AU we're brainstorming on Discord. Because I'll have a free slot again.

I'll tag @tryan-a-bex (if you haven't already done it?)

I'm new to this stuff.

EDIT : I remember now, a few days later, that I forgot a WIP!

#7 Far from home (the Raven), a Jessamy Saves Dream fic based on the song of the same name.

#tag game #the sandman

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kiwikipedia · 1 year

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Not me rushing to finish this just before valentines day ends lmao. Also two pieces in one day? Slow tf down you’ll die by the end of the week Kiwi

Ahem. Anyways. It’s been like 6000 years since I’ve drawn either Clay OR Seph. Despite the fact that Seph is literally one of the easier OCs of mine to draw lmao. Nonetheless, happy valentines times day or whatever I guess (lol)— have the Rough and Tumble Cowboy Businessman and his Pastelcore Pastry Chef wife.

(minor notes/lore and also taglist under the cut~)

For anyone who doesn’t know me via Pisscord Discord/hasn’t read my attempt at a PLA AU (Even the Gods Cowered) which is basically Dad Clay and the Nimbasa Trio, Persephone “Seph” Spring is the younger twin sister of Naomi “Nomi” Spring and the two run a teahouse together with one other friend of theirs who is a menace to society— Lila Archibald— on the edges of Driftveil City.

In Even the Gods Cowered, however Seph has since passed away, leaving Clay with a house that’s a bit too big for one man, and a few pokemon who he since inherited from her. Don’t worry, she’s only dead in this AU. That I will finish one day. Maybe. Hopefully. (probably??)

The two sisters hail from Galar originally with one parent being from Galar and the other from Hoenn, having moved across to Unova when they were in their teen years— though Seph’s team is primarily Galarian and Hoenn in nature with her starter and ace being a massive Corviknight she named “Lancelot”. He does show up in Even the Gods Cowered.

Both Spring sisters have shown up briefly in my SW universe as well, where their roles are pretty much the same, save for the minor fact that their tea house doubles as Bounty Hunter Guild informant building and spa.

Clay and Seph’s ship name being “Elysian Shipping” “Elysian Duo” is a bit of a lore joke that stems from Greek and Roman mythos. Clay's moniker is the "Underground Boss" which I linked to Hades' roman counterpart, Pluto— who is also the god of riches found beneath the earth. riches → mining. And Pluto = Hades, and Hades’ wife is the goddess of spring, Persephone. The two rule the Greek underworld and Elysium is one of the realms in the Underworld.

So yeah. There’s that bit.

Ok im done talking for now lfkhdskfhsd

Taglist:

@jedifisto @spaceydragons @purgetrooperfox @spacerocksarethebestrocks @insanelytomato @babygirljoelmiller @certified-anakinfucker @d3epfriedanger @genifer-first-of-her-name @thecodyagenda @babygirl-leon-kennedy @txtalnyx @jawajawas

Taglist Form or feel free to ask me to get tagged (just DM!)

#god i still dont know how shading works but i am very sleepy tired im done i quit im leaving this dimension #happy violence times days or whatever lol #in honor of not dying in the OC poll /j #Elysian Duo (Ship)#Gym Leader Clay #Pokemon Clay #Persephone Spring (Kiwi OCs)#Penguinkiwi OCs #Penguinkiwi Creates #pokemon oc #oc x canon #ty to biacam on tiktok for the pose ref #Kiwi Creates

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booburry · 6 months

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WIP title game

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

@sp00kymulderr - you are a gem to the tag ♥♥

I thought to keep it on theme and include my Pedro Boy WIP's and I included a littler summary of the plot, or the OC/connection for each.

Double Trouble - Dieter x Javi G - the monster is 15k words already and I have 2 more positions to write and then it's the final edit. I also want to turn this into a Slice of Life series with Reader, Dieter & Javi being a throuple cause this idea has absolutely latched onto my soul

Find Me In the Dark - Din x F!OC (Miri) - they were Din's childhood best friend, force sensitive and taken to be trained (as limited as she could in exile) on the ways of the force, but she left that behind, feeling the pull to the dark side too strong from her past, and instead sets up an orphanage for children caught in war and saving them from being recruited into the many factions across the SW universe.

Heiress - Marcus Pike x F!OC (Izzy/Isabelle) - Marcus gets a lead on an art crime ring him and his European counterparts have been tracking, being told they are targeting a prevalent and wealthy old old money family estate in Belgium. It's to his great shock when he finds the heiress to this estate is the girl he so affectionately had nicknamed 'Waffle Girl' from his favorite diner.

Dream a little Dream (of me) - Outbreak!Joel x F!OC (Annie) - Few years into the outbreak, pre QC, Annie finds Joel in one of her traps, Tommy's leg broken, she agrees to help the Miller brothers out, helping Tommy recover and heal with Joel does manual labor to keep her farm in good condition. With time Annie and Joel's hardened hearts soften for the other, but what's to happen when Tommy feels the need to move on and a group traveling to the Boston QC pass by?

Pedro Secret Santa Fic - [REDACTED]

Also my brain wants me to write a Frankie x OC fic where the OC is a flight instructor and Frankie takes up a job where they work.

It ALSO (very unhelpfully) gave me a SpaceCampCounsellor!Ezra AU idea that I am slowly becoming very attached to where the OC or Reader is the Camp Cook that also teaches the kids how to cultivate food in different space habitats.

Don't know what to do with those two except let them fester.

I keep struggling to think what WIP I will jump into after Double Trouble and I finish my Secret Santa. It's probably either Din or Marcus if Ezra doesn't take me by the pussy first.

#wip game #Current WIPs #i am WIP'ped for Pedro

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littlerosette · 6 months

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Hi! I understand you’re mostly an Attack on Titan writer, but I’m here for The Devil Wept. As a SW fanfic writer, do you think there’s a certain difficulty in getting out of canon when writing fics? I see that in most other fandoms writers can create these wildly different aus, meanwhile in SW it seems impossible to get too far away from the original story? Like I’ve never come across a high school or even college au. Even slice of life fics are in canon. Do you also feel like this?

this is a good question. i think it has a lot to do with the scope of the star wars universe tbh. it’s so vast and there are so many interesting settings within it to use. the politics within star wars has a lot of fertile ground to make interesting stories out of as well. i think with stories where the world building still feels relatively contained to the story (such as aot), there’s a bigger need to see the characters outside of it hence the sheer amount of aus. personally, i love writing aus so i tend to tackle those the most.

#90% of my ideas are in aus lmao #asks #star wars

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lanami-legacy · 9 months

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AUs - Force of Nature

List of Offical Force of Nature AUs. There are mainly two types of AU: Alternate timelines (basically exploring ‘what if’ scenarios) and just straight-up alternate universes (where the characters exist in non SW related universes).

Alternate Timelines

Jedi Melinoe AU

Story title: A Blinding Light

Also known as: Jedi Mar AU, Jedi Jaks AU

Takes place in a timeline where Melinoe Lanami is brought to the Jedi as a toddler. She trained as Plo Koon’s Padawan and eventually took on an alternate Jaks Karaay Jr as her own Padawan.

Mar Fett (known as Kora Apailana in this timeline) was also taken in by the Jedi and later became Obi-Wan’s second Padawan after Anakin.

During the Clone Wars, Melinoe served as the Jedi general of Law’s Squad. Due to guilt and becoming disillusioned from the Order, Melinoe planned to leave the Order after the war. When her padawan was killed, Melinoe lashed out against the Jedi and later disappeared.

Senator Melinoe AU

Story title: It Doesn't Hurt Me

Also known as: Senator Lanami, Role Swap AU, Sith Obi-Wan AU

A world where Melinoe stopped her mother from being killed. She continued living on Csilla. Working her way up through the political system. Exposing corruption as she went. Thanks to her influence, the Chiss Ascendancy would become a powerful force in the Republic Senate and close allies with The Marazi Collective.

Rather than having adopted an infant Macaria, in this timeline, Melinoe ended up adopting a young Din Djarin, which led to him being raised alongside Thanatus as his brother. Macaria was kidnapped by Adonis Kryze from Jaks Karaay Snr and Biska. Raised to be Adonis' heir. So Din becomes a Marazi, and Macaria becomes a Mandalorian (hence the Swap part of the AU).

Stardew Valley AU

Story title: Dance of the Moonlight Peepers

Also known as: N/A

A timeline where Macaria stayed on Marazi after the events of the original trilogy and became a farmer. Grogu and Din eventually come to Marazi looking for a place to hide and eventually become friends with Macaria.

Everyone Lives/No One Dies AU

Story title: An Existence Known as Evil

Also known as: Eglantine Lives AU

A universe where Melinoe, in a state of grief, performed a ritual to rewrite the cosmos and bring Eglantine Obriv back from the dead. Along with ending the Clone Wars and taking away her enemies' powers. In the process, Melinoe loses her mortal existence and becomes a strange entity that haunts the rest of the cast's lives.

Darth Sidious and his allies, like Sly Moore, disappear suddenly one day. The Clones are given equal rights. Cody adopts a young Thanatus, and Jaks Karaay Snr lives to raise Macaria and Jaks Jr with Biska. Eglantine returns from a ‘long journey’ and becomes the leader of the Nkua Etana Sept. Despite living very happy lives, all three of them can never shake this strange feeling that something (or someone) is missing.

Alternate Universes

Myths AU

Story title: Where the Sea Meets the Land

Also known as: Merfolk AU, Selkie AU, Domestic AU

An AU that takes place during an ambiguous time on Earth. Mythical creatures (Force Sensitives) are real but live in disguise among humans for the most part.

Melinoe is a mermaid who ends up living with a human Cody after getting badly injured during a fight.

The Karaay Family and, by extension, Macaria are Selkies.

Apocalypse AU

Story title: What Next?

Also known as: Resident Evil AU, Walking Dead AU, Fallout AU

In this world, some kind of apocalyptic event happened (which may or may not have been caused by Melinoe and Cody).

Macaria travels across the apocalyptic wasteland with a human baby Grogu, looking for her family. Din is set up with a group in an abandoned mall and is raising Nyx and a human Artemy. The group crosses paths and starts travelling togather.

Witch AU

Story title: Weirdos Have to Stick Together

Also known as: Owl House AU

A Boiling Isles setting where Mar stumbles into a fantasy world and starts trying to learn magic from Wild Witch: Melinoe.

So like: Mar (Luz), Ahsoka (Amity), Melinoe (Eda), Cody (Raine)

I also wanna note they all have palismans: Mar has a squid, Melinoe has a grass snake, and Cody and his two brothers have a dingo, wolf and fox.

Superhero AU

Story title: Anything You Can Do

Also known as: SpiderMar AU

Basically, what if Mar Fett was Spiderwoman? Also Melinoe is a version of Doc Ock that went crazy at some point.

Barbie AU

Story Title: A Long Time Ago

Also Known as: Ballet AU, Fairytale AU

Stand-alone stories where each member of the Lanami Family plays the main part in a story based on an old Barbie movie.

Melinoe as the Fairy Queen in Swan Lake, Nyx as Rapunzel, Macaria as the Sugarplum Princess in The Nutcracker, and Thanatus as Elina in Fairytopia

#oc masterlist #ocappreciation #au

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